Later that night
Severus walked downstairs to try and find his girlfriend for their nightly snogging session, but he found her asleep on the living room sofa, in front of the fireplace, a book on the floor next to her hand.

He stopped in front of the sofa, watching her sleep for a while, admiring how deceitfully harmless she looked when asleep, the fluffy white cashmere jumper she wore added to her innocent look, matching her equally white long pyjama bottoms; Florence was precious in his eyes, a beautiful young woman from an upper-class family who had inexplicably fallen in love with him. She deserved the world – and he would try to give it to her.

He walked closer and picked her up in his arms, deciding to carry her to his bed so she could sleep more comfortably, then he'd come down to sleep on the sofa himself.

Florence woke up feeling she was being carried somewhere, and she didn't have to open her eyes to know who was carrying her upstairs.

She rubbed her nose against his neck and whispered: "Where are you taking me, Sev?"

"To my room. You looked really uncomfortable on that couch."

"You're taking me to your bed?" she suddenly felt very awake.

"Yes."

"And you'll sleep in there with me?" she whispered in his ear.

"No. I'll go back downstairs to the sofa, so you can sleep comfortably."

"But then you'll be uncomfortable, all alone on the sofa," she pouted.

"It's not a problem."

Florence suddenly had an idea, the corners of her mouth lifting in a naughty smile against his neck.

Severus entered his room and put her on his bed.

Florence took her jumper off and offered it to him, which he took and folded, putting it on top of his dresser.

Then, he turned to kiss her good night but couldn't avoid looking at her body, the long-sleeved shirt she was wearing was thin enough to let him know she had no bra underneath it. She was lying on her side, the shirt riding up at the waist, showing him a little of the creamy skin of that delicious young woman on his bed.

He averted his gaze and went to his bathroom without saying a word, to try to control his body's reaction to the temptation lying on his bed.

Why had he brought her to his bedroom?

I must be fucking insane!

He would never be able to go downstairs and sleep knowing she was sleeping there, on his bed!

He washed his face with cold water and walked back into the room, going straight to the door; but she called him: "Where's my good night's kiss, Sev?"

He gulped and walked back to the bed, leaning to give her a brief kiss. But she didn't let him move away from her, instead she kneeled onto the mattress and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down on top of her and they fell onto his bed.

Severus groaned as he realised he had her trapped under him, her legs wide open to accommodate his larger frame between them.

Before he could stop her, Florence tugged on his jumper, taking it off of him, his shirt as well.

She caressed his chest and back, noticing how his shoulders were becoming stronger and broader.

He pressed his still clothed cock between her legs, making her moan. One of his hands found its way under her shirt, cupping one breast and pinching her nipple.

"Sev…" Florence moaned over his lips, "Take off my shirt."

He hesitated so she arched up and removed it herself, exposing her round breasts to his eyes.

"You're too tempting for your own good, Florence," he said, staring at her pebbled nipples, finding it hard to breath – everything was quickly becoming too hard.

He lowered his mouth to one perfect breast and feasted on it, biting, sucking, licking.

Florence raised her hand to the bedroom door casting: "Muffliato," and then she started moaning louder.

He moved to her other breast and she nearly screamed in pleasure, tangling one hand in his hair and arching her back.

Severus trailed kisses down her belly, reaching the waistband of her pants, "I want to taste you, Flor."

"Yes, please," She moaned, lifting her ass from the bed to help him remove her pyjama and knickers.

He kneeled on the bed to get the pants off of her and then stopped to admire the gorgeous woman fully naked on his bed.

"Florence," he breathed, "You're so fucking perfect," he lay down on top of her again, giving some more attention to her breasts, torturing her nipples with soft and hard pulls, his teeth biting as his tongue eased the sting.

She was moaning, completely lost in pleasure and desire. She opened her legs wide, taking one of his hands and guiding it between her legs, her beautiful eyes on his.

His fingers touched her wet entrance and he closed his eyes, feeling like he was quickly losing control; she was soaking wet, ready for him.

"Severus…" she moaned.

He kissed down her belly again, reaching her upper thighs, working his way around her entrance, and she was too lost in need and pleasure to say any coherent word.

He penetrated a finger into her soaking wet channel, feeling how warm and slick she was, but he soon removed it and used both his thumbs to push her outer lips apart, exposing her clit. He was dying to know what she would taste like, so he lowered his head and slowly licked her.

Florence grabbed his hair with both hands and gasped his name. He felt more cream coming out of her and licked her faster. She tried to move her hips against his mouth but he stopped her by gripping her hips harder.

He speared his tongue into her, then licked upwards, finding her clit, sucking on it as he had her nipples. She moaned loud, spreading her legs wider.

"I could do this all night," he said, his voice heavy with desire; he had never licked pussy before, but it would definitely become some of his favourites things to do; to watch her completely lose herself to the pleasure he was giving her was the best thing ever.

Imagine how gorgeous she'll look when I fuck her. He thought, his dick throbbing between his legs.

He licked her slit up and down slowly and then fucked her with his tongue again, her whimpers of pleasure and need telling him she loved what he was doing. He pushed two fingers inside her and sucked on her clit again, her hips bucking, and she arched on the bed, her pussy gripping his fingers and he knew she was cumming. She screamed his name between gasps of fuck me, fuck me.

"If we don't stop now, that's exactly what I'll be doing in a second," He said against her stomach as he kissed his way up to her mouth, "I'm on my limit here, love. You're naked on my bed- fucking dripping for me-" he sucked on her nipples again.

"No stopping, Severus," she said, wrapping her legs around his hips, "I need you… I can't go one more day just imagining what your body will make me feel while you fuck me, dreaming of how it will be to have you deep inside me… I'm already yours, Severus. Love me," he bit on the nipple he had in his mouth, sucking on it next, making her lose her words and gasp: "Fuck me!"

He kissed her lips passionately, pressing his still covered cock between her legs, leaving a wet mark on his pants. His lips found her nipples again while his hands mapped her body, leaving trails of fire everywhere he touched. All he could hear was her moans and rapid breathing.

Her nails lightly scratched his skin as she moved them down, grabbing at the waistband of his trousers and pushing them down as far as she could reach to take a hold of his dick. And she was touching him, slowly jerking him off.

"Stop it, Flor," he said hoarsely, unable to take that for much longer without cumming all over her.

She obeyed.

Then he got up from the bed and took his trousers and boxer-briefs off. Florence watched him as hungrily as he stared at her, both fully naked now.

He never wanted to forget the image of Florence naked on his bed for the first time, still a virgin, her legs spread, her hair messy, that look of need on her face, her parted red lips, her green eyes in that lighter shade of her veela's. He went back to bed, lying over her body, between her legs, kissing her lips.

Florence readily spread her thighs wider, eager to feel more of him. His mouth went down to her tits again, he was addicted to those hardened nipples, he loved to see them reddened and swollen from all the attention he had been giving them.

"Fuck me," she begged.

His mouth went to her ear, biting her earlobe lightly.

"You asked for this… now I'll do whatever I want with your luscious body," he breathed and kept on setting fire to every part of her with his touches, kisses and bites.

"Severus… please." Florence whimpered, loving the control he had over her desire and pleasure.

He got on his knees and positioned his thick hard cock at her entrance, "Is this what you want, love?"

"Yes!" she breathlessly replied.

"Then take it," and he was slowly penetrating her.

Florence gasped and arched her back at the mix of pain and pleasure that took her over. He was filling her up, making her feel weak as the pain subsided and the pleasure took over.

As he was half-way in, she lost control over her veela-magic and Severus was fully hit by it, slamming into her to the hilt before he could think.

She moaned loudly.

"Fuck, I couldn't stop myself," he growled, struggling to control his hips, wanting- needing- to thrust into her, "Did I hurt you?" He covered her body with his, supporting himself on his elbows, staring down into her eyes, looking for any sign of pain.

"No, I'm fine. Move, Sev," She moaned, "Fuck me."

She threw her head back in pure pleasure as he started moving inside of her, setting a slow pace.

"Fuck, you're so delicious," he babbled, lost in the feeling of fucking her, "Perfectly tight, creaming around my cock. Fuck."

"More, Sev, give it to me," she begged.

And he couldn't deny her, he started thrusting faster into her, trying to get deeper each time, going harder as her moans got louder.

Florence locked her legs behind his back. All she knew was him; his body taking hers, his mouth on her breasts, capturing one nipple in his mouth, sucking on it hard while one hand pinched the other.

He was trying hard not to cum but it was all too much; her moans, her hot body, the power of her veela-blood strongly affecting him. He wanted to cover her body with his seed, to mark her as his. Then she arched, clenching tightly around him and moaning his name.

"That's it, Flor… cum for me," he growled, his eyes on her face, watching as she orgasmed with his cock deep inside her.

"Yes," he groaned, "Fucking moaning for my cock- so delicious..." he was delirious in pleasure, she was too tight, clenching around him perfectly; so with a few more thrusts, he spilled his seed deep inside her, burying his face on her neck, trying to breathe normally again.

Florence's hands were in his hair and he raised his head to look at her, smiling at how even more beautiful she looked after sex.

"Are you in any pain?" Severus whispered, kissing her collarbone.

"No," Florence laughed softly, still breathing faster.

He let his dick slip out of her body and lay down by her side, pulling her to his chest. He stroked her hair and smiled at her, brushing a few strands off her sweaty face.

"I love you," he said.

"And I love you," she replied.

And they fell asleep in each other's arms, smiling.

In the next morning

Eileen woke up and immediately saw that Florence hadn't slept in her bedroom, so she got dressed and walked to the corridor, noticing then that her son's bedroom door was locked by a spell.

"Tiffany," she called, "Where's Florence?"

The elf appeared and replied, clearly displeased: "My Mistress Florence is inside Snape-boy's room."

Eileen smiled, looking at the angry elf, "You don't like my son, right, Tiffany?'

The elf shook her head, "He makes Mistress Florence sad. Tiffany doesn't like that. He'll break my Mistress's heart."

"I understand. You're just worried about Flor. But she loves him."

"Yes, Mrs Snape. Tiff knows, but Tiff has seen love cause harm before. Love hurt Mistress Sophie. Tiff doesn't want to see it happens to Mistress Florence."

Eileen didn't find anything to say after that, after all, the little elf had been by Sophie's side when Florence's father left them for months at a time, and she had helped raise Florence from the age of three.

All Eileen could do was to be happy for the young couple and hope Tiffany's fears didn't come true.

The sun entering through the bedroom window woke up the young man on the bed.

Severus opened his eyes to see the beautiful young woman in his arms.

Florence was sleeping peacefully, her head on his chest, her messy vanilla-scented, dark-caramel waves were sprawled all over her shoulders and back. He held her closer, fearing she might disappear if he didn't and all the love-making of the night before would turn out to be nothing but a dream.

She stirred, moving her head against his chest, rubbing her nose on his skin. She trailed kisses from his neck to his mouth and whispered: "Menta spiritus."

And he tasted mint in his mouth, "Another one of your spells?" he asked, smiling.

She nodded, kissing him, "I came up with it a few weeks ago," She ran her tongue over his lips, "I must say I was thinking about this exact situation to use it."

She moved until she was on top of him, straddling his hips. They were both naked, so his hard cock couldn't be so easily ignored.

"Do you always wake up like this?" she asked, rotating her hips on top of his hard-on.

"Yes. And there was no way I wouldn't wake up like that today. With you naked by my side," he cupped a breast, brushing her nipple with his thumb, watching her reaction.

Florence was already lost in her need, her eyes closed as she moved her hips down, the head of his cock entering her wet pussy.

He pinched her nipple and she sat on him, balls deep, moaning loud, more cream bathing his member as her cunt clenched around him.

"So hot," he groaned, "Dripping for me already."

"Yes," she whispered, throwing her head back as she moved upwards, his dick nearly leaving her body completely, only to sit back down, impaling herself on his cock.

Florence trembled in pleasure, bracing her hands on his chest and moving faster, rolling her hips, riding his dick more desperately, more passionately, she kept moving up so that just the tip remained inside of her, and then she'd sit down all the way, her cunt welcoming eagerly all that thick cock. She noticed his eyes completely focused on her.

"Like what you see?" she whispered sensually.

"You have no idea how fucking gorgeous you are right now. So delicious," he grabbed her hips and pulled her down hard, his dick hitting even deeper inside, making her shout his name.

"Fuck, it's like your cunt is sucking me in," he groaned.

She moved and he kept pulling her down hard, until he used his legs to make her lose balance and lean forward, her tits falling perfectly close to his mouth and he sucked on one tip as he began to move his hips up in a fast, unforgiving pace.

Florence moaned, bucking her hips back, wanting all the pleasure he could give her, her orgasm was close, her inner walls clenched around his painfully hard cock.

"Oh, yes, harder, deeper!" she babbled, begging for more, for something to send her over the edge.

He bit her nipple and slammed into her faster, her pussy tightening around him and she was screaming as her whole body convulsed in pleasure.

He thrust deep and unloaded inside of her, moaning throatily as he shot ropes of hot cum into her spasming cunt.

Florence whimpered softly, moving her hips in circles, drawing out their pleasure, feeling his cum dripping down between her legs – it was for sure a sight he would want to see again and again.

He pulled her against his chest, his dick leaving the warmth of her body.

And for long minutes they just breathed, enjoying their post-orgasmic bliss together. His hands caressing her hair and, soon, he could tell she had fallen asleep again.

About an hour later, Severus left Florence sleeping on his bed and got up to get dressed; he was hungry and he knew she would wake up famished.

He removed the silencing spell she had put on the room the night before and walked out, hearing his mother downstairs having breakfast at the dining room table, so he braced himself for the lecture she'd probably unleash on him.

Tiffany was about to clean the breakfast table when he reached the first floor.

"Good morning, my son," Eileen greeted him, "And Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas, mum," He replied hugging her, "There's a present for you under the tree in the living room."

Her eyes filled with tears of joy, "Thank you, my baby. You've never let me go one Christmas without a gift – even when you had to make them yourself. I love you, son."

"Love you too, mum," he hugged her again, relieved she hadn't said anything about where Florence had spent the night.

"Now, about last night," Eileen said, ending his relief, "Whatever happened..."

But Severus interrupted her: "It's all my fault."

Making Eileen laugh: "My dear son, I'm sure that anything that may have happened last night was not your fault, or anyone else's for that matter. I'm not judging you two, I knew you would have sex sooner or later. I'm actually surprised it wasn't sooner," she paused and smiled at him, "l just want to remind you that you need to think about your future, yours and Florence's. I want grandchildren, but not before you two are able to fully care for them."

"Yes, mum, we'll be careful," he replied, blushing.

They heard the sound of something being put onto the table.

"I see Tiffany has already prepared what you came here to pick up," said Eileen, pointing at the tray full of food that the elf had put on the table.

"Thank you, Tiffany!" he exclaimed towards the kitchen.

The elf ignored him.

"She really doesn't like you," said Eileen.

"She thinks I'll break Florence's heart."

"Will you?" Eileen asked.

"No," he said, knowing that was a lie.

And his mother noticed it too, but decided not to say anything; she just kissed his cheek and went to the living room to open her present.