The whole castle talked about nothing but Severus and Florence's break up.
Right after breakfast, someone told Severus that Sirius Black had already asked Florence to be his date for that night's Ball.
When he heard that, his blood boiled and fear took control of his heart: his nightmare was becoming real. He needed to know if Florence had accepted the dog's invitation.
So, just after lunch, Severus followed Florence and got her alone in the Slytherin common room.
"Are you still going to the Ball with me?" he promptly asked.
She crossed her arms over her breasts and looked at him, replying: "Yes. Tonight is our last night in the castle before summer vacation. And..." Florence paused and he could see the pain in her eyes as she spoke next: "It'll also be our last night as a couple."
His heart rate spiked at her words, moving towards her quickly, he asked: "So we're still a couple at the moment?"
Florence nodded once and he wrapped his arms around her, not giving her a second to think, bringing his lips to hers, thrusting his tongue into her mouth like a man on a mission – and said mission was to steal her breath.
She knew she should push him away but a little voice in her head reminded her that would most likely be their last kiss - and she needed it. She fisted her hands in his hair and kissed him back as desperately as he kissed her.
He held her closer and she rubbed against his, her tongue for curling around his hungrily.
Severus grabbed her butt under her dress, with both hands, and hoisted her up, making her wrap her legs around his hips.
He pinned her against the wall and cast some spells around them: "Homine occultare. Muffliato." And they were hidden, sight and sound, from anyone walking into the common room.
Severus lowered his mouth to her collarbone, kissing her skin as he pulled the straps of her dress down, her breasts spilling from behind the expensive-looking fabric.
He sucked on her nipples, making her moan and writhe against him; it was too sinful, him sucking on her tits while she could see students walking in and out of their common room – but no one could see them.
Florence felt him pull her soaked knickers to the side, getting ready to feel him finger-fuck her to an orgasm, but she was surprised by his next move.
"Severus- oooh!" she moaned loudly, holding onto his shoulders as he pushed his dick deeper into her cunt.
"Feel that, love?" He groaned against her neck, "Your cunt taking my cock so beautifully..." he got balls deep and stopped, letting her feel all of him.
She whimpered, arching her back, loving the feeling of having his cock stretching her, his grip on her hips holding her in place, making her take it; her veela purred in her mind, loving the control de had over her body much more than she should - it was so wrong and so delicious at the same time.
Severus didn't give her time to think, he moved half-way out of her and slammed back in repeatedly, her breasts jiggling against him with each hard thrust, and she was breathing fast, little whimpers leaving her parted lips.
He put a hand on her neck and crashed his mouth on hers, kissing her wildly, his tongue curling around hers, leaving both of them breathless.
Florence moaned louder when he changed the angle of his hips to hit her g-spot at every thrust.
"Look at you, love," his voice low and sexy in her ear, "Moaning on my cock, being thoroughly fucked against the common room wall.
"Yes, Severus, harder!" she begged, "Make me feel you for days."
And so he did, ramming into her hard and fast, her walls fluttering around him as if her cunt struggled to accommodate his thick and ruthless thrusts.
His dark eyes were fixed on her face, committing to memory every frown and gasp, every twitch of her body as he moved deep inside her cunt.
Florence tightened her grip around his shoulders, feeling the beginning of a strong climax deep within her womb. She tried to stop it, wanting him to fuck her longer, but it was impossible, her pussy clenched around the hard thick flesh pounding into her and she came hard, hearing his groan and feeling powerful jets of cum soaking her channel seconds later.
Severus took her lips as his cock slipped from her dripping pussy, his seed mixed with her own cum staining her inner thighs as they kissed slowly.
"Flor," he whispered over her lips, pain clear in his voice, "Are we really over?"
He saw her wince before she replied: "Yes," her eyes letting him see the pain that acknowledgment was causing her.
"Is there anything I can do to change your mind?" he asked, touching her face.
"No," she whispered, shaking her head, reminding herself that he'd be working closely to her father and she couldn't risk him finding out about them - it would be dangerous to him, "I've already given you many chances, Severus. You threw them all away. After the Ball, we're over."
He silently nodded and helped her put her legs down, fixing the straps of her dress. But he didn't let go of her waist, her legs were too shaky to hold her up, so he held her close, taking full advantage of those precious minutes by kissing her mouth, making her whimper against his lips.
Florence kissed him back with as much feeling and sorrow as he was kissing her, both making the most of that which was most likely their last time in each other's arms.
Once Florence felt her legs had stopped shaking, she forced herself to push him away: "Let me go, Severus," and he did, noticing the tears in her eyes.
He felt his own heart breaking a little more, "Flor-"
"Don't," she interrupted him with a glare.
He sighed dejectedly and said: "See you here at seven?"
"Seven it is," she agreed before walking to her dormitory.
Later
Florence stood alone in the bathroom, dressed only in the dark-blue bra and knickers, staring at her reflection in the large mirror.
Bringing her hands to the lace of her brassiere, a sad sigh left her lips; she had chosen that set for him, but he'd never get to see it now.
The lace of the two-piece set looked gorgeous against the cream colour of her unblemished skin - well mostly-unblemished for a dark red mark sat on her neck as a reminder of what Severus and she had done in the common room hours earlier.
Florence wiped some tears that escaped the corner of her eyes and finished getting dressed for the Ball.
7 p.m.
Severus watched Florence getting out of the girls' dormitory, a long dark-blue dress, with short sleeves, hugged her curves perfectly, her hair was up in a messy bun, and she had some light make up on.
She looked gorgeous, and he was proud to think that some of that glow was due to the orgasm he had given her earlier.
She walked towards him, her smile beautiful but he could tell it didn't reach her eyes.
"You look perfect," he said when she stopped in front of him.
"Thank you," she looked at him, noticing how good he looked in his brand-new formal robes.
He looked good enough to be licked from top to bottom; she immediately pictured herself on her knees in front of him fully dressed like that, only his dick out of his expensive trousers as he thrust into her mouth.
She couldn't hide the shiver of desire that took over her - which he obviously didn't miss, and through their still-forming bond, her thoughts reached his mind, having him hard in seconds.
Severus didn't even try to stop himself from taking a step towards her; he put his hands on her waist, kissing her lips slowly, feeling her hands on his chest, their tongues dancing together, making them both want for a repeat of that afternoon's lovemaking.
But Florence stopped the kiss, "We should go."
He just nodded, offering her his arm, and they walked to the Great Hall in silence.
They sat with Remus, Lily and James.
Florence talked to her friends as she usually did, while Severus stayed mostly quiet, only talking when he was spoken to.
"Hey!" Florence suddenly exclaimed, "What is that on your finger, Lily?"
Lily blushed, touching the ring and glancing at James.
"I asked her to marry me," he answered, touching Lily's face lovingly, "And she said yes!"
Florence squealed happily and hugged both her friends: "Oh! I'm so happy for you two!"
"Never thought you'd have the balls to do it, Potter," said Severus, shaking his friend's hand, "Congratulations."
"Thanks," Said James, smiling, "You're both partially responsible for this so- really, thank you."
"Don't mention it," said Florence, "Have you already decided on a date?"
"Yes. March 11th. When it's not so cold anymore," said Lily.
"But that's less than a year from now. Why so soon?" Florence asked, looking at Lily, "Are you pregnant?"
"No, no! It's just... with the war getting worse everyday, we think it's best not to waste a single moment," Lily explained.
"I'll start my auror training as soon as we finish Hogwarts and we'd like to be married before that," added James.
Florence nodded, applauding how they wanted to put their relationship first; she glanced at Severus, her mind filling up with dreams of their wedding – and a dream that's all it would ever be.
Then a slow song began and James stood up, charmingly taking Lily to the dancefloor.
"They're perfect for each other," Florence said softly, "She makes him control his impulses and want to be a better person."
"What does he do for her?"
"He grounds her," Florence smiled, "He is practical. And he obviously loves her."
Severus could see the pain in Florence's eyes, the longing for things they wouldn't have anymore.
Before he could stop himself, he brought her left hand to his lips, kissing her empty ring finger, wishing he could put an engagement ring there, as beautiful as Lily's.
But Florence yanked her hand away from his mouth, anger mixing with the pain in her emerald eyes, "Don't," she growled, "Don't you dare make promises you can't keep."
He looked at the dancefloor, wishing he could change his life, wishing he could give her the wedding she had dreamed of.
"Would you like to dance?" he asked after a while.
"We'd better not," she replied cuttingly.
He understood her opposition but he wanted to hold her once more, "Just one dance, Flor," Severus whispered in her ear.
She let out a heavy sigh and nodded, admitting to herself that she wanted to feel his arms around her one last time; so they joined the other couples on the dancefloor.
Severus held her close, his eyes never leaving hers, the emerald-green getting lighter with desire and anger.
"I love you," he whispered.
"Don't say that anymore," Florence said, closing her eyes, touching her forehead to his chest. Then she whispered: "Promise me you won't ever mention my name to your Death Eater friends."
He frowned, finding her request strange.
"Promise me, Severus," she repeated, looking up into his eyes, fearing that if he ever mentioned anything to anyone close to her father, he'd be murdered.
He nodded, "I promise."
"If Travers or anyone ever mentions our relationship, you must deny it," she continued.
"Alright," Severus agreed, even though he found her request weird, but he thought that maybe she didn't want her childhood friends to know she'd had a relationship with him.
As he had already hurt her enough, Severus thought he couldn't deny her such a small promise.
Once the slow music ended, Florence walked towards Lily and James and said her goodbyes.
"Will I see you on the train tomorrow?" Severus asked as he followed her out of the Great Hall towards the dungeons.
"No. I'll be going home tonight."
He seemed surprised by that, "You won't spend summer with my mother?" he had hoped he'd still see her at his house.
"No," Florence shook her head, "I don't think that's a good idea anymore."
They entered the Slytherin Common Room.
"Florence," Severus held her arm, making her turn to face him, "I'm sorry."
"Are you, really?" she was angry, pulling her arm out of his grasp, "Why? Now you'll be able to go to as many death eater meetings as you want! And brew them all the potions you can sell! Without having to wait for my Quidditch practices to start working!" she shook her head, hating that she could feel tears gathering in her eyes - the emotional toll of that day finally catching up to her, "You'll be free to date whomever you want too," she finished in a broken whisper and walked to her dormitory to change her clothes and grab her things.
Severus watched her go, knowing more than ever that he didn't want any of the things she'd just pointed out he could have now.
He only wanted her.
As she undressed in the empty dorm, Florence remembered her original plans for that dress, how she had dreamed of Severus' elegant hands lowering her zipper, his dark eyes glinting as he revealed the beautiful lace underwear.
She knew he would have gone wild once he saw that dark blue lace against the white of her skin, his mouth would go straight to her breasts where he'd work her nipples until he had her out of her mind.
She sighed, the pain of not being his and not being able to call him hers anymore was already affecting her physically.
She forced herself to stop thinking about what she couldn't have anymore and put on a simpler dress, packing the blue one. Then she shrank all her luggage and put them in her pocket.
When she walked back to the common room, Severus was still there.
She didn't say anything, there was nothing else she could say or do that would save their relationship.
If he was going to work for her father, being together meant risking his life, and she didn't even dare to imagine what it would feel like to live on if he died.
Severus could feel her pain, her longing, he even saw in her mind her curvaceous body covered in nothing but a sexy dark-blue lingerie – it seemed the Enchantment was connecting their minds even deeper after their break up.
He could see how she had envisioned their night going, the way he'd pleasure her body until she screamed.
Damn it.
He could feel his hard dick pressing against its confines, the memory of the taste of her skin making him salivate.
Then she walked back into the common room and just glanced at him once before turning and leaving.