Quidditch
I woke up the other day and took a minute to relive it all in my mind, a silly smile on my face - which only got sillier when, on my way to have breakfast, I found above the desk in my study room a stunning bouquet of tiny little flowers whose velvet petals seemed to be slowly dancing and emitting its own glow, along with a note: I'll be back by Saturday, Severus. P.s.: I can't stop thinking about it.
The following week, so unlike the rest of the year that had slipped by, seemed to drag itself slowly, torturing me. But Saturday finally came, and I felt restless during the whole day. At dinner, I searched for Dumbledore in the Great Hall. Before I could say anything, however, he threw me a warning look and muttered 'Not here Jane, not here. In my office. Come on.'
I walked by his side up to the circular room, a terrible feeling in my stomach.
'Have a seat, Jane. Severus is not returning today. Unfortunately, I can't tell you why, for I myself do not know it, nor when will he come back. But I have my reasons to believe' his eyes twinkled at me 'that he will do his best to be here as soon as possible'.
I felt out of breath. Was he in danger? What was holding him down? How could Dumbledore be so calm about this?
He probably read that in my eyes, for he continued.
'I know you're worried. But there's nothing any of us can do but wait. Your... colleague... is an exceptionally powerful wizard. I'm confident that he will rejoin us in no time'.
...
That night I had trouble sleeping.
On Sunday, while the corridors filled with students coming back to the castle, Minerva reached for me.
'Jane, dear, I'm arranging substitutes for potions classes this week. I know you have a free period tomorrow, would you be willing to watch for Severus second years?'
I agreed, trying to hide my anxiety.
The restart of the classes on the other day did little to help me put him off my mind, and as soon as I dismissed the last class, I wended through the crowd making their way to have dinner at the Great Hall and knocked on Dumbledore's office.
'Come in' I heard him through the door, but before I could do it, someone wrenched it open. It was Severus. I had one second to look at him standing there, seeming perfectly healthy, relief drenching my chest. The next second he had already wrapped me in a tight hug, his body warm against mine, showering a bunch of kisses on my cheek.
Glancing above his shoulder, I saw Dumbledore in his chair, averting his eyes from us but looking amused, and this other wizard I didn't know, who appeared to be a foreign due to his exotic clothes, staring completely nonplussed at us.
Severus whispered in my ear 'this will be done in fifteen. Can I meet you in your room then?'.
I nodded, and when the door closed, I heard from the stairs the unknown wizard utter, in a strong accent, 'no wonder you were in such a rush to come back!'
I smiled all the way back to my room.
...
I took a bath and picked the most indecent dress gown I owned, and soon I heard him knocking on the door.
He stepped in and I opened my mouth to start questioning him about what had happened that had delayed his return, but he looked me in the eyes, murmured 'that can wait' and reached for my lips so thirsty that I immediately forgot all my questions. His mouth was wet and warm and his tongue was sweet, each hand of his grasping one of my buttocks, slowly making me walk backwards towards my bedroom, pulling off my dress and his shirt along the way.
Once in the bedroom, he lifted me from the ground and wrapped my legs around his waist, holding me with his left arm while the right one closed the door behind us. Without taking his lips off my breast, he hastily retrieved his wand and waved it twice, stowing it back a second later. In an instant, the windows had closed themselves, the door was locked, the fireplace in front of the bed was lit and I could swear he'd soundproofed the room for I saw a glow wander through the walls and ceiling before it faded away and my attention got back to his tongue, eager for my nipples.
I was bemused with how dominant he was acting but it was also turning me insanely on, so I let him push me to the bed and did not resist him holding my hands above my head, kissing my neck and whispering me everything he wanted to do to me. He got free of his trousers and shortly after I was moaning his name, hoping it really was an Imperturbable charm he had cast.
...
During the following week, I was requested to join one more negotiation mission in the name of the school. Remus and I would have a meeting with the Headmaster on Saturday evening to discuss its circumstances and we would be traveling on Sunday morning. Severus, unsurprisingly, objected my participation in the task, but after a brief argument in which I recalled him that the life was mine and I was the one to decide about it, he limited himself to scowling at me. By Friday night, he had already forgiven me, for I made sure to give him really good reasons for that. He stayed over and slept with me in my room.
…
On Saturday, I woke up and retrieved from the bottom of my trunk my old red and gold scarf. The final match of the quidditch season would be happening that morning, and Gryffindor and Slytherin were playing against each other for the cup. Severus and Minerva had been provoking each other unbearably along the whole week. All the other school teachers would do was pat me in the shoulder and console me saying that that happened every year when the houses were facing each other on the pitch.
Severus rolled his eyes at my scarf, shaking his head and smirking. We left for breakfast and run into Remus at the Great Hall. I stopped to speak to him, but Severus murmured a greet and followed to his seat. Remus had arrived early for our meeting so he could cheer for Gryffindor, and he offered me his arm to walk down to the pitch with him and join the yellow and crimson crowd.
'We have the best Chasers and the best Keeper' he explained on our way 'but Slytherin has this new Seeker, a second year, tiny kid… caught the Snitch in no time in the first two matches… it will be tricky'. Severus passed by us on his way to the silver and green horde. He frowned at my hand nested in Remus' biceps, but said nothing.
Just as predicted, when Gryffindor reached seventy to twenty against their opponents, the Slytherin Seeker dived in the middle of the pitch, rising again with a golden glint in his hand. Remus and I looked at each other and sighed. When I searched for Severus in the greenish blur and caught sight of him grinning from ear to ear, however, my grudgingly subside a little. Only this man to make me see the silver lining in Slytherin winning.
While I was watching him, he searched for me too and, spotting me, started wending his way through the crowd in a very decisive way towards me, so decisive that I got a little anxious wondering what was his approach about. He arrived in front of me, lifted me from the ground at once, swiftly wrapping my legs around him, and kissed me. I went madly red, but he seemed so jubilant and so in love, and part of me was so glad that he didn't care to show everyone we were together, that all I did was laugh and kiss him back.
Meanwhile, I heard Professor Flitwick exclaiming 'Oh, that explains a lot. I had been wondering what was up with Severus that he was in such good mood lately' and Minerva retorting 'Good mood?!'. I had to muffle a chortle in Severus lips. He put me back on the ground, looked me in the eyes and muttered "You're mine". I didn't understand where that had come from, but I whispered back 'Of course I'm yours'. He smiled and gave me one more kiss before rejoining the celebrating Slytherins.
I looked around and saw Remus by my side, smiling at the ground and looking a little embarrassed, and that's when I realize that all that scene had probably been more for him to watch than for any other reason. But I was too exhilarated to be mad about it.
'Just an arrogant git that didn't want to waste his time on you, an?' Remus mocked.
'Oh, drop it, Remus.'
…
We entered the Great Hall just as the Slytherin throng and their deafening roar passed by, carrying their Seeker on their shoulders, the cup in his hands. Severus, among them, detached from the group and stopped by my side.
'Aren't you joining them at the celebration?' I asked him.
'And prevent them, right on the day of their victory, from overdrinking whatever they have undoubtedly smuggled in from Hogsmead? I'm not that strict of a head of house, you know' he was extremely gleeful. I wondered if it was the quidditch cup or rubbing his relationship with me in Remus' face that was thrilling him the most.
After lunch, Remus and I were chatting in front of the oak doors, watching the beautiful summer skies above the forest trees, when Severus caught up with us.
'It will be done within two hours' he said to Remus 'then I will take it to your chamber'. I didn't know what that was about, but I was glad to see them talking to each other so politely.
'Thank you for that. I will try to rest a little now, good afternoon to you two' Remus replied and left for his guest room. Severus barely (and possibly on purpose) waited for him to be out of earshot before turning to me.
'And you. In my office. Now.'
…
I had hardly crossed the threshold of his office and he was already taking off my cloak. Then my shirt, my trousers... until only my scarf was left. I reached for my neck to unroll it, but he grasped my hands midway.
'You can keep this one'.
After a second of bewilderment, his words sank in.
'Nooo…' I howled 'Severus Tobias Snape you will not fuck Gryffindor like th-'
'Oh, trust me, I will' he cut in, and, pushing me onto the small sofa, started kissing me and teasing me like he hadn't so far, using his hands and his tongue until I forgot about the scarf and started pulling him, wanting him inside me. But he resisted my efforts, stopped and glared at me.
'Now, beg for it.'
I glowered at him and started shaking my head; however, before I could say I wouldn't do it, he resumed his teasing, his mouth making me weak, and I was so wet... Murmuring inside my head an apology to my Hogwarts house, I searched for his ear and moaned 'fuck me, please…'
With a smug grin of victory upon his face, he turned me around on all fours, slapped my buttocks and, pulling my hair in a firm grip, gave me what I pleaded for.
