Severus felt disgusting.

The Dark Lord had discovered that it was his Potion Master's birthday so he'd called for a celebration in Severus' honour.

However, a party, according to death eaters, was not a party without muggles being tortured, raped and murdered.

Severus hadn't taken part in any of those activities, but they were happening nearby as he sipped elven wine and pretended to enjoy the cake.

He couldn't help but feel tainted by the evilness around him, and guilty by knowing those things were happening because of his birthday. He felt like the darkness of those deeds clung to his skin and clothes, leaving a stain in his soul.

It was nearly 4 a.m. when he finally arrived at his mother's house.

Complete blessed silence greeted him as he closed the front door and looked around the living room.

The fire in the fireplace had long been extinguished, the Christmas decorations had already been removed. Just pictures of him growing up, and some of Florence's, were on top of the shelves and on the sideboard.

He looked at a picture of her, her sweet smile making him ache, with both regret and longing.

Florence.

There wasn't a day that he didn't think about her.

He put the frame back in its place and sighed, sadness weighing heavily in his heart, his body achy and feverish despite the snow that melted on his shoulders.

His mother was probably already fast asleep, not even Sam seemed to be still awake. So Severus went to the kitchen to get himself some water.

Maybe, he thought, what I need is just to drink some really cold water before hitting the bed.

After finishing his water, he slowly walked upstairs, thinking of a time, not too long ago, when he walked down those same stairs to go snog his hot girlfriend in the kitchen in the middle of the night.

At the top of the stairs, he turned left to go to his room and stopped, frowning – he could see that his bedroom door was open, but he never left his door open.

Severus walked closer and stopped by the door, peeking inside.

Florence!

She was in there, in his bed!

The sweet vanilla scent of her hair mixing with his own perfume in the bedroom and reminding him of a time when that was a permanent scent in his room: her perfume mixed with his, and sex.

He walked slowly towards the bed, closing the door on his way in.

Florence was wearing one of his long-sleeved shirts, an old white one that he liked to wear to bed for it was very comfortable. It was huge on her smaller, curvier frame though.

He could feel the power of her veela blood reaching out to him strongly, the Enchantment syncing his heartbeat to hers.

No draught tonight, Flor? He thought, standing by the bed, watching her sleep. He wanted to touch her, but he needed to shower first.

Florence woke up to the sound of the shower running.

She blinked and sat on the bed, wondering why would Eileen be taking a shower in Severus' bathroom in the middle of the night.

Then she froze, realising it couldn't be Eileen, it made no sense.

She jumped from the bed, wand in hand, going to the open bathroom door, hearing the water be switched off, and peeking inside.

Her veela woke up inside of her all of a sudden, the heat and desire that took over her body and mind was so strong and it happened so fast that it made her dizzy.

Severus was in the bathroom, fully naked, his long dark hair dripping wet as he was drying off his body with a white towel.

Florence took a few steps away from the door, turning around to leave the room. She had to leave the room – her mind was ordering her to leave. But her body wasn't obeying her, the veela whispering in her mind, reminding her of his touches of how good it was to have him love, kiss and fuck her.

"No," she whispered, hearing him approach the bathroom door and knowing she wouldn't have enough time to leave. So she raised her wand to his face.

Severus walked out of the bathroom, a towel hanging low around his hips, only to find a wand pointed at his face.

"What are you doing here, Severus?" Florence growled, her skin flushed as if she'd been running.

He arched an eyebrow, "What are you doing here, Florence? This is my home, I live here," he replied, an ironic smile on his thin lips for he could clearly see she was aroused.

"This is also my godmother's house and I'm a guest here tonight!" She looked down his naked chest before she could stop herself, "You were not invited to stay. Leave!"

"This is my bedroom, Florence, as you very well know," he spoke slowly and softly, "If anyone had to leave, it would be you, not me," he took a deep breath, feeling her magic calling his, his dick hardening under the towel, "But you are not leaving," he took a step towards her.

She scoffed: "Really? Watch me!" and quickly turned her back to him, running to the door, not caring to stop to pick up her things.

"If you run, I'll only chase you, Flor."

She felt her skin get even hotter, her veela moaning in her mind, her pussy creaming at the mere thought of having him chasing her.

She didn't look at him again, her body betraying her mind. Then she heard him cast three spells, one after the other: "Expelliarmus. Colloportus. Muffliato."

Florence felt her wand fly from her hand to land on the other side of the room, and she stopped on her way to the door, but didn't turn around.

"I can perform wandless magic, Severus," she said in a low voice, not daring to turn to face him, feeling her body tremble in need, "I can still open that door."

"Then why aren't you opening it?" he asked in her ear, his half-naked body very close to her back.

Her breathing got faster, a soft whimper left her throat, she knew if she turned and looked at him, she wouldn't be able to resist him.

She pressed her lips together, in an effort to control the needy sounds her veela wanted her to make.

"I can't resist it either, Flor," he whispered, wrapping his arms around her from behind. "I just can't let you go."

Florence felt his warm body against her back and nearly moaned like a cat in heat. She turned around and tried to push him away, but he held her tightly in his arms.

One of his hands going to her neck, his thumb under her chin, pushing it up so that their lips were close. She looked into the dark eyes she loved, trying to control her heartbeat and her desire.

He whispered: "Look at you, your eyes have never been this shade of light-green before, I can feel your body needing mine, I can hear your veela singing in my mind to take you, and I can smell your cunt creaming for me."

She whimpered at his crude words and he touched his lips to hers softly, his tongue caressing her lips before invading her mouth to dance with hers.

Florence knew right then she had lost that battle, his kiss was like a drug, robbing her of her senses.

Severus trailed kisses down her neck, biting and licking her skin; her soft moans letting him know she wanted him as much as he wanted her.

"We shouldn't, Severus..." she said breathlessly, her hands betraying her words and pulling him closer, her body growing even hotter.

He pushed her against the closed door and sent the shirt she was wearing to the floor, leaving only a pair of white lace knickers and a matching bra covering her body. Those, too, quickly followed the shirt onto the floor, his towel right behind them. Then they were both naked and breathing hard.

He looked at her hungrily, "I don't know what to do first, Flor," he admitted, touching his lips to hers, "Should I just caress you? Should I lick your creaming cunt?" he licked her bottom lip, "Or should I play with your delicious nipples? Or maybe I should just plunge my dick into you, make you scream?"

She whimpered in response: "All of it," she replied breathlessly, "Do everything you want to, Severus. Just touch me!"

He smirked, taking her lips again in a violent dominating kiss. "These," he groaned then, as his hands fondled her breasts, "I'll start with them" and he filled his mouth with her tits, sucking and biting her nipples.

Florence threw her head back, banging it on the door, knowing he'd only stop once both her nipples were red and sensitive.

She fisted a hand in his hair, moaning as he kept on feasting on her tits; he sucked one hard nipple, pinching the other, then biting and licking just to start the hard sucking all over again.

She was moaning and writhing against the door, her body burning.

"You're gonna cum for me, Flor, just like this, just by me sucking on these perfect tits," he whispered, rubbing his thigh between her legs, "Fuck, you're dripping on my thigh," and he was sucking her nipples again.

She gasped his name and moved her hips against his leg, humping him mindlessly, needing to cum.

But he stopped, growling: "Fuck, I can smell your cunt, Flor, and it's driving me insane," he trailed kisses down her belly, kneeling in front of her.

And she knew what he was about to do; he used magic to keep her off the floor against the door and he thrust his tongue between her legs, making her arch and moan loud, her hand on his hair, his name leaving her lips like a prayer.

He slowed down and teased her entrance before spearing his tongue inside again, touching her g-spot, groaning: "What a delicious cunt, clenching on my tongue. Begging for my cock."

Then he sucked on her clit, plunging two fingers into her and she screamed, cumming hard against his mouth.

He quickly got up from the floor, making Florence wrap her legs around his waist, and took her mouth, keeping her aroused, stopping her from thinking about running again.

He carried her to bed, lying down on top of her; his body covering hers, his hands touching her everywhere, as if reclaiming her body as his; his mouth on her nipples again.

"It's too much, Severus," she gasped, her breasts too sensitive to endure anymore of his attention.

But he could feel her need through their still-forming bond, so he intensified his attack on her nipples, biting harder on them as he positioned himself between her legs and pressed against her, penetrating her insanely slow, trying to make the moment last.

"Oh, no... too slow!" she complained, moving her hips up, forcing him deeper.

And they both groaned as he slipped deep into her.

"Fuck, Flor... you're so fucking tight and wet. Shit!"

"Yes! Fuck me, please," she begged, holding on to him, desperately, "Move, Sev!"

And he couldn't stop himself from doing exactly what she was begging for. He moved half-way out of her just to thrust back in deep, feeling her pussy gripping his cock deliciously; and she screamed, throwing her head back, spreading her legs wider.

He forced himself to move slow, ignoring her moans and screams of more, harder, more – otherwise he wouldn't last.

Hearing his name on her lips, feeling her body so hot under him, covered in sweat, clenching on his cock as she raised her hips to meet each of his thrusts as he pumped into her – it was all too much.

"Are you cumming for me, love?" he asked, fucking her harder, "I can feel your delicious cunt sucking my dick inside... trying to make me fill you up with my cum."

"Fuck, yes!" she moaned loudly, "Severus!"

And he felt her pussy gripping his cock tightly and knew she was orgasming.

"Don't stop!" she begged.

"No, I'm not stopping, love," he groaned, forcing his dick into her while she was still orgasming, the vise-like grip driving him mad with need, "Fuck!" he growled, thrusting into her even deeper and faster, completely unable to stop his own orgasm as it hit him hard and he filled her up with his seed.

He kissed her, not letting her think, not wanting to hear her say that was a mistake.

But she was whimpering, her skin still hotter than normal; he looked into her eyes and could tell she wasn't done, there was no emerald shade in her eyes – they were still that beautiful lighter shade of her veela's.

Florence circled her hips, feeling he was still hard and deep inside of her, "I'm burning, Severus. Give me more," she pulled him for a kiss, "Fuck me hard."

He didn't need to be asked twice, he kneeled on the bed – being careful not to let his dick slip from her body – and grabbed her hips with both hands, lifting her hips off the mattress, making her open her legs wider.

"You must be a dream," he whispered, as he watched his thick cock moving in and out of her slowly, covered in her juices and his cum, "You're too good to be real, Florence."

"Harder, damn it!" she gasped.

And he ignored her order, keeping his rhythm slow and deep for a while.

Florence couldn't take that anymore, she needed him deeper and faster. So, using magic, she pushed him backwards, his back hitting the mattress and, before he could lift his head, she was sitting on him, impaling herself on his cock and circling her hips, her head thrown back, as she moaned by the feel of his dick filling her up completely.

"Look at you," his voice velvety, hypnotizing, "Fucking yourself on my cock, delicious tits bouncing as you ride me," he held her hips, helping her move.

"Fuck, yeah..." she moaned, completely taken by the pleasure running through her body.

"This," and he forced her down, hitting deep into her, making her gasp and arch her back. "This is what you need: me fucking you."

"Yes!" she nodded as she started to ride him harder.

"You missed this cock in your cunt."

"Yes, yes! Please, ooooh-"

He groaned at the sight of Florence lost in pleasure, moaning on top of him; and as she tightened around his dick for the second time, climaxing long and hard, he filled her up with his seed again.

Florence fell onto his chest, breathing as fast as he, knowing she should leave, aware that shouldn't have happened; his softening dick slipped out of her body, causing his seed to drip out of her, and she rubbed her nose on his sweaty skin.

His. Her veela filled her mind with that word.

Yes, Florence felt completely his after being thoroughly shagged and having his cum dripping out of her.

Stretching out beside him, resting her head in the crook of his neck, all she could think was: Just a little more, I'll stay just a little more.

Severus wrapped his arms around her, feeling her soft breaths against his neck, knowing she had fallen asleep.

He stared at the ceiling in awe at the great turn his birthday had taken for the better.

Seven months he hadn't fucked Florence, and apart from the desperate kisses they shared a few days before Christmas, he hadn't touched her in that long.

In all those months, he had had sex with a few other women, but he never felt with them the all-consuming desire or the intense pleasure he always felt with Florence.

He knew she'd be angry at him in the morning – after all they weren't a couple anymore – but he was not strong enough to just let her leave his room aroused as she was.

He laid a kiss on her forehead and closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of her body against his, and letting sleep claim him.

In the next morning

Florence woke up feeling very relaxed. She stretched and yawned, enjoying that delicious morning, even though her whole body felt a little too warm.

She could smell Severus's scent on the bed and groaned, desire fogging her brain.

It wasn't a good idea sleeping in his room. She thought, feeling a strange soreness on her breasts and between her legs.

She rolled on the bed, unexpectedly hitting another warm body.

"What the fuck?" she whispered, opening her eyes and having all the memories of the previous night fill her mind.

Severus noticed she'd woken up slowly, enjoying the feelings of relaxation only a good shag could give, but he could tell the moment she realized that night hadn't been a dream.

"Flor?" he whispered, wrapping his arms around her.

"No no no... This cannot be happening! This shouldn't have happened!" She tried to get out of the bed, feeling her body reacting to his – she needed to put distance between them.

But Severus pulled her towards him and she fell on his chest, her hands on his hard pecs, their lips too close, their naked bodies rubbing against one another and she felt desire fogging her senses again.

"I feel that too, Florence. The need to be close to you, to love you," he kissed her, "The need to pleasure your delicious body," he kissed her again, "You spent months taking that damn draught you invented while I felt this need totally one-sided," he took her lips violently, his hands running down her body, gripping her leg and pulling her on top of him, making her straddle his hips, the head of his hard cock nudging her wet entrance.

"Ride me one more time, love," he ordered.

Florence knew she shouldn't, but he was hard and under her, and she was burning for him. Before she could think, she moved and his cock entered her slowly, deliciously stretching her cunt; she bit her bottom lip as she set the pace, circling her pelvis, soon beginning a slow sexual dance, driving him and herself wild.

Severus watched her face as she rode him, her lips parted as she moaned in pleasure, her breasts bouncing enticingly.

"Fucking gorgeous... there is nothing better than to fuck you, having my dick deep inside of your cunt. Hearing you moaning my name," he held her hips and thrust up, making her lose her balance as her orgasm started all of a sudden.

"Don't stop," she shouted, "I can't stop cumming," her whole body trembled as she gasped and moaned.

"I won't stop," he groaned, still thrusting up her clenching pussy. "I'll fill this pussy up with more cum."

Florence leaned forward, her hands on his chest as he kept on ramming deep into her, "Don't stop," she begged again.

And he felt her inner walls clenching around his cock even more tightly, so he started thrusting into her with all the strength he could muster, feeling her trembling on top of his body.

He couldn't stop the groan that left his lips as he shot ropes of thick cum deep into her; she screamed his name, the feeling of his warm seed bathing her womb once more throwing her into another climax.

She lowered her head to his, kissing his lips until their heart rates returned to normal.

Eileen woke up later than usual, which was expected since she had spent hours past her normal bedtime talking to Florence the night before.

She smiled, albeit a little sadly, whishing things were different and her son hadn't thrown his relationship with Florence out the window.

After getting up and dressed, Eileen went downstairs to ask Sam to prepare breakfast – the elf was still getting used to how she liked her coffee and her overall routine.

But she found Sam in the living room, a dirty black coat in her tiny hands.

"Sam... what's that in your hands?" she asked the elf, fearing she already knew the answer.

"Master Severus' coat." the little elf answered, a bit confused by Eileen's worried expression. "Sam will wash it."

"He's here!" Eileen gasped. "Where did he sleep, Sam?"

"In his room, Mistress."

Oh, dear.

Eileen ran upstairs, knocking on her son's door.

Florence forced herself to get away from Severus, getting out of the bed as quickly as possible, wanting to reach the bathroom to clean up.

But the moment she got out of bed, something ran down her thighs and she stopped, looking down.

"Holy fuck, she heard Severus groan a second before feeling his hands on her waist and his naked body behind hers, "That was so fucking sexy," he said, rubbing his nose on the side of her neck, "You, naked, with so much of my cum inside your cunt that it's running down your thighs," he bit her shoulder, walking her back to the bed, "I am going to have to fuck you again, Flor."

She started to shake her head but her body was already getting ready for another fucking session, her cunt creaming at the mere thought of having him pounding into her again.

He pushed her onto the bed on all fours and took a moment to look at her, "Such a pretty pussy, looking all pink and well-fucked," he rubbed his dick on her entrance, "Dripping cum and still needing more."

"Yes!" She moaned, "Oh, please stop teasing me, Sev!"

Then he pressed his hard cock against her and slammed in, not stopping his until his balls rested against her pussy lips.

Florence screamed and arched her back, her hands fisting on the messy bed covers, as she pushed her hips against him, "Fuck, you're so deep. Filling me up soooo good."

He moved, her words inflaming his desire, every time he thought he couldn't want her any more than he already did, she would moan or move in a way that proved him wrong.

He held her hips and pounded into her, hitting deep, making her shout; the harder he fucked her, the louder she moaned, and he was close to losing his mind as he fucked her with absolutely no control.

"Fuck, love. Your pussy is so hot and wet, it's like she's sucking me in, begging for more cum."

His dirty talking making her lose any coherent thought, "Don't stop," she whimpered.

"Not fucking likely," he replied, driving into her non-stop, her cries and his hoarse groans mixing, "Fuck, you're getting wetter and tighter."

And she screamed his name, waves of pleasure taking over her body in a never-ending orgasm.

Her climax triggered his and he spilled into her the rest of the cum he still had in his balls, grinding his pelvis against her pussy, grunting as his body shook from the aftershocks.

He didn't want to move, he knew she'd leave as soon as he let his dick slip from her body.

But she crawled forward on the bed, and his softening member slipped from her warmth.

Severus watched as she got out of the bed and picked up her wand from the floor and a dress in her suitcase, and not even once her emerald eyes looked at him.

"Flor," he called, not wanting her to leave, trying to find a way to make her stay.

"I have to go," she whispered, still panting softly.

He growled low, "I should tie you to my bed and keep you as my prisoner!"

Florence chuckled, although a part of her wanted to cry. She finally looked at him, he was still standing beside the bed, his hair messy, his body covered in sweat, his half-hard dick glistening with their combined cums.

She loved him so much it hurt; she quickly turned to go to the bathroom to clean up, before she threw herself into his arms again.

"Marry me, Florence," she heard him say as she reached the bathroom door.

And that had her stopping and turning to face him, her heart skipping a beat as anger rose inside of her.

"How the fuck can you say that?" She spoke in a low dangerous voice, "You chose your path, Severus, and I'm not a part of it."

She hastily put on her dress, deciding to clean up at home, "Finite incantatem." She cast, pointing her wand to the door and taking down the silencing and the locking spells.

But Severus wasn't letting her go that easily. He walked to her and took the wand from her hand, recasting: "Muffliato. Colloportus." And wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her to him, "You can't say everything we did last night didn't mean anything to you, that I didn't make you feel something! You can't keep ignoring what we feel to each other!"

"I can and I will!" she pushed him away, "Let me remind you, Severus. This was your choice! You chose them over us. You did this! Not me!" she got her wand back from his hands, pointing it at herself, fixing her hair and cleaning her body with a spell. Then she looked into his eyes and said: "You should know: I'm dating Sirius now."

"What?" Severus shouted, jealousy filling up his whole body, "You're fucking kidding me!"

"I have every right to move on with my life!" she shouted.

And they stared at each other in silence.

Florence felt tears come to her eyes and roll down her face and she wiped them away with her hand.

"You knew my opinion about your life choices, Severus, but you made them anyway. If this situation is not of your liking, it's all your fault."

She flicked her wand towards her suitcase and it closed itself, flying towards her hand afterwards. Then she opened the door and left the room, finding Eileen in the corridor; she looked at her godmother, who took one look at her tear-stained face and the suitcase in her hand and nodded, understanding that Florence was leaving.

Eileen heard Florence leave through the Floo Network and took a deep breath, waiting not a minute longer to get into her son's room.

"You better be dressed because I'm going in!" she said, walking in and looking at him, who had put a pair of sweatpants on but no shirt. "What are you doing here, Severus?"

"I came home to sleep. I still live here, remember?" he replied, raising an eyebrow.

"Why didn't you let me know you were coming?" asked Eileen, angrily.

"How was I supposed to know that she would be here?"

"If you had told me you were coming home, I wouldn't have allowed her to stay the night here!" Eileen shouted, "Lord knows what you must have done to her," She finished, concerned, the smell of sex in the room making it very clear what exactly he had done with Florence.

Severus frowned, "You say that as if I made her do something she didn't want to! I would never force Florence to do anything, mother. I thought you knew me better."

"I no longer recognize you, son. I don't know you anymore," She had tears in her eyes.

"I didn't force her. She loves me, I love her..."

"If you love her, then why did you choose them instead of her?" Eileen was crying.

"I had nothing to offer her, mum. We are... we were poor. Now I'm on my way to make a fortune. I chose them because of her!"

Eileen slapped him hard across the face.

Severus looked at her, shocked.

"Don't you ever repeat that!" Eileen said, furious, "I don't want to hear you blaming Florence, blaming her love for you... You made your choices! You never asked me what you should do and you certainly didn't even have to ask Florence to know her opinion about them!"

Eileen left his room, slamming the door on her way out and went to her own room, sitting on her bed, letting the tears roll free.

Delacour Manor

Florence walked out of the fireplace and turned around to seal it – just in case Severus tried to follow her.

She walked upstairs, straight to her bedroom and to the bathroom, where she removed her dress – every move making her aware of how deliciously sore her body was, due to all the love-making of the past hours.

Florence walked into the shower stall and let the hot water run down her body; if she closed her eyes, she could still feel Severus's hands on her, his body driving her insane with pleasure. She started to cry, already missing him.

Tiffany peeked into the bathroom, shaking her head. She could imagine what – and exactly who – had happened to make Florence cry like that.

Florence walked out of the shower and put on a comfortable dress, seeing Mel walk into the room with a tray of food floating in front of her.

"Tiff told Mel to bring comfort food to Mistress Florence," she said, putting the tray on the small table by the window.

Florence smiled, "Thank you, Mel," And sat at the table, looking at the food in front of her.

Tiffany had made her grilled cheese, hot chocolate, tea and also bought her favourite sweet pastry from Madam Puddifoot's: the walnuts and white chocolate croissant.

As she was eating, Florence looked outside through the window, her relaxed body contrasting with the turmoil inside her chest. She could feel her veela sighing in pure satisfaction while her feelings nearly suffocated her.

Sudden knocks on her bedroom door brought her back to reality and she frowned. Tiffany never knocked, "Who's there?"

"Florence?" someone asked from the corridor.

"Lily?" she recognized the voice, "Come in," And her redheaded friend walked into her room, "How... what are you doing here?"

"Tiffany picked me up, she said you needed a friend," Lily sat at the other chair by the table, "You look like you've been crying, Flor, and we both know there's only one person that makes you cry."

Florence nodded, tears starting to roll down again, "He was there, Lily. He got there in the middle of the night and..." she couldn't speak any longer.

"I can imagine what happened," Lily said.

"I hate him..." Florence murmured, trying to stop the tears.

"We both know that's a lie," Lily said with a sad smile.

"It would be so much easier if I hated him..." Florence whispered, sipping her hot chocolate, "But I love him so so much. One look at him, Lily, and I was done for. I tried to leave, but he touched me and..." she stopped, the tears clogging her throat.

"Will you tell Sirius about that?" Lily asked, hugging her friend.

"No. It would just hurt him. We haven't... you know. I don't feel attracted to him, no matter how hard I try... No. I won't tell him," She shook her head, "Only you and Eileen know. I don't want to hurt Sirius," She replied, trying to control her tears, "I'm sorry Tiffany made you come here, you're probably very busy taking care of wedding stuff."

"No. Don't worry, Flor. My mother's helping me. Besides I couldn't let my best friend crying alone. What do you say we go for a walk and have some tea at Madam Puddifoot's?"

Florence wiped her face and nodded, "I could definitely have another croissant," she smiled, glad that Tiffany had gone and picked up Lily.

At the end of that day, Florence's mood had improved considerably. She decided to pretend that the previous night had been nothing but a dream. That way she could try and convince herself that she was over Severus – even though, deep down, she knew that was nothing but a lie.