December 1979

Dumbledore had gone mad – not that he couldn't be considered crazy before that day, but he'd completely lost all of his marbles. Voldemort and his followers were attacking all over Britain, not even sparing children, no matter how young. And yet the Headmaster had decided Hogwarts should host a Christmas Party for students, ex-students and guests!

Luckily McGonagall was the one in charge of that madness and she put down some rules – the main one being that ex-students and guests could only show up if invited by a teacher, and all teachers had to have McGonagall's approval before issuing any invitations.

Florence offered to help with security, as did a few other members of the Order of the Phoenix, and for that reason, she spent the afternoon of the party in the castle helping McGonagall with the decorations and organizing the security rounds.

In the evening, Florence went home to stay with her kids for a while, before she had to go back to Hogwarts to help during the party.

Delacour Manor

Since the twins had begun to walk, keeping them in place was an impossible task.

James and Nicholas were fourteen months old, walked in a cute toddler-way everywhere and could already say a few words, learning new ones every day.

After getting ready to return to the castle for the party, Florence stopped by her sons' room to give them goodnight kisses before going out.

Eileen was putting them to bed – or, at least, trying to.

"Looking beautiful in those jeans, Flor," complimented Eileen.

"No," said Nicholas, sitting on the bed with his grandmother, "Mummy pretty in dresses!" his little nose wrinkled in cute disapproval.

Florence smiled, "I prefer dresses too, love, but mummy is going to help Dumbledore, and for that pants are better," she looked at the corner of the room, where her other son still played on the floor, dressed in dinosaurpyjamas, "James, come to bed, love. Storytime."

"No," the baby boy replied.

"C'mon, Jamie," continued Florence, "Nick is waiting for you. Grandma will read you two a story!"

"No!"

"Come, Jamie!" called Nicholas, also dressed in dinosaur pyjamas, sitting on his grandma's lap, slapping a book, chanting: "Stowy! Stowy!"

"James. Bed. Now!" ordered Florence.

"No, mummy!"

Eileen had to stifle a laugh, and Florence looked at her disapprovingly.

"I can't help it!" said Eileen, "He's just so cute!"

Florence rolled her eyes and picked up her wilful son from the floor.

"Nooooo!" James complained, "Play!"

She sat on the bed, with him on her lap, "No more play!" she said, assertively, "Story and sleep. Now!"

The little boy's dark eyes filled with tears and his bottom lip trembled as he hugged her neck.

"Ok. Mummy," he whispered.

Florence kissed his forehead and put him on Eileen's lap.

Eileen helped James get comfortable under the covers beside his brother.

They sure are cute. Florence thought with a smile, the memory of the last time she'd seen their father coming to mind.

She leaned over the bed to kiss Nick goodnight when the doorbell rang.

"It's probably Lily," she told her godmother, "I'll be going, now," she kissed her sons once more and walked out of their room.

Florence was walking downstairs when she saw Lily in the living room.

"Tiffany opened the door for me," explained the redheaded, smiling.

"Great. I am ready to go, just let me get my coat," Florence said.

"Your angels are sleeping already?" Lily asked, "I wanted to see them."

"They're upstairs, Eileen is reading them a story, but it would be better if you didn't go there now. It took us a while to get them to settle, James was being stubborn as always."

Lily chuckled, "My godson is his father's son, no doubt."

"It's cute when you say it, not so cute when I have to give him a bath and he doesn't want to have one, so he makes the water disappears three times in a row," Florence replied, making her friend laugh, "Did you walk here?" she asked, putting on her coat.

"No, I apparated," said Lily.

"Let's go to the castle by Floo. Prof. McGonagall gave me access to her fireplace for the day," Florence walked to the large fireplace and was reaching for the Floo Powder when Lily stopped her.

"Wait! I came here to tell you something!" Lily had a big smile on her face, "I'm pregnant!"

Florence stared at her friend, frowning, "What?"

"Yes! I am pregnant! Ten weeks already."

"Ten weeks..." Florence murmured, fear showing in her face as she did the math, "It's probably going to be born in July... No! Lily!" she had to control herself not to shout, "I warned you! I told you not to get pregnant before February!"

"But it happened..." Lily no longer smiled.

"For Merlin's sake! Why didn't you take the Contraceptive Potion I sent you?" Florence was almost screaming now.

"Why are you so angry?" Lily was confused. "I thought you'd be happy for me!"

"I am happy for you!" she held both her friends' hands, "A baby is a blessing, but... you have no idea the huge risk you've just put yourself into!"

"Risk? What are you talking about?"

"Let's go, we must go to the castle and speak to Dumbledore... he must learn you're pregnant and we'll have to discuss what to do now."

"I don't understand-" Lily shook her head.

"Let's go."

And they went to the castle through the Floo Network.

The two women were walking from McGonagall's office to the Headmaster's, when they met James Potter in the corridor.

"Come with us, James," Florence ordered.

"Where are we going? What happened?" he was confused by her rudeness.

"We're going to talk to Dumbledore," said Florence.

"Why? I haven't done anything wrong!" James complained.

Florence neither laughed nor answered. She just kept on walking, too worried to reply.

Then they met Frank and Alice Longbottom in the next corridor.

"How are you, Frank?" greeted Florence.

"Excellent! We got great news to share with you, guys!"

"We're having a baby!" said Alice, smiling.

"What? No, not you too!" exclaimed Florence.

"You're pregnant as well?" Alice asked her.

"No, Lily is. How far along are you?" asked Florence.

"About ten weeks!" said Alice.

"You are all insane!" Florence shouted, "I told you not to get pregnant before Valentine's Day!" she took a deep breath, "I told you that if you wanted a baby so much you could fuck on the table during Valentine's dinner, but not before! Let's go talk to Dumbledore. All of us," she resumed walking through the corridor but suddenly stopped, saying angrily: "Go on to the Headmaster's office, I... I'll meet with you guys there."

"Why?" asked James.

"Severus was listening to our conversation," she pointed her wand to a column, "Go on, I'll meet you in a moment."

The two couples kept on walking.

Florence waited and when they were far enough, she spoke: "I'm sure Eileen taught you good manners. Why were you listening to other people's conversation? What are you even doing here?"

"It was only a coincidence," said Severus walking from behind the column, "I was passing by and overheard you talking. And I am a former Hogwarts student, Florence, I was invited here by Prof. Slughorn."

They just stared at each other for a while, Florence never lowering her wand.

It had been four months since they had last seen each other, even longer since the last time they had touched. Her veela started to come to the surface, but she easily controlled her.

Severus noticed, "How come you can control her now?"

"I only let her sing to my husband," she lied, knowing it would anger him, "What are you still doing here?" she asked scathingly, "Go tell the Lord everything! Tell him you already have not just one, but two unborn babies that may fit the Prophecy you overheard the other night!"

"What makes you think I'll tell him anything?" he asked nonchalantly.

"You can't hide anything from him," that was a lesson she had quickly learned as a child, "He'll find out sooner or later. And if you don't tell him now, you'll be tortured once he learns about it some other way. It's your neck or their babies – an easy choice for you," she stared at him, fury and disappointment in her eyes.

"What if it's Lily's baby?" Florence whispered, "Lily, whom you've known since before coming to Hogwarts," she finally lowered her wand and gave him a sad look, "Don't let me keep you here. You don't need to worry about disappointing your family or friends. We've already abandoned our hopes regarding you," she turned around to walk to the Headmaster's office.

"I know," Severus breathed.

"What did you say?" Florence turned around to look at him again.

"I know I've disappointed you and my mother. You told me about the consequences... but I made my choice anyway."

"Regretting it?" Florence was surprised.

"Not completely, but to a certain extent, yes."

"Of course, not completely," she said scornfully, "Money, power... how could you ever regret those."

"Women," he added with a smirk, watching her reaction, "You'd be surprised by the number of women out there who love to be fucked by a Death Eater," he said in a low voice, noticing Florence getting angrier, "And I am halfway done with my studies to become a Potions Master in such a short time thanks to my abilities, of course, but also to my new influential friends."

"Innocent people died because of you and your stupid fast-acquired title!" she growled, her wand on his neck as they stared into each other's eyes, her pain and anger clear for him to see.

Then Florence took a step back, lowering her wand, "Go tell him everything. Tell him what you've heard, and become his favourite Death Eater."

"I'm already his favourite," Severus gloated.

"Congratulations," she said, bitterly, before turning around and walking away from him.

Severus watched her go for a moment, feeling her anger through their ever-developing bond; but the need to tame that powerful witch took over him, he wanted to have her gasping and moaning under him.

So he ran after her, pushing her against the nearest wall and pinning her arms above her head, both her hands in one of his; his other hand went to her neck, his thumb pressing under her chin, pushing her face towards his.

Then he took her lips, kissing her like his life depended on his tongue being close to hers. He missed her and he could feel she missed him too.

Florence moaned in his mouth and he let her hands go, feeling her fist them in his hair, kissing him back as hungrily as he was kissing and touching her body.

He pulled one of her legs up, caressing her thigh, going under her jumper and cupping a breast, teasing her nipple from over her bra.

"I can fucking smell you, Florence," he whispered in her ear, "Your body getting ready to be mine, to have me pounding into your sweet tight cunt."

She whimpered, her control over her veela snapping because of his touches and dirty-talking.

He hummed in appreciation and smiled, "There she is, singing for me, begging me to fuck you," he looked into her eyes, "The light-green eyes that I love to see."

"Severus, we have to-" she was about to tell him they had to stop.

"Fuck," he interrupted her, "We have to fuck. That's what we both need," he kissed her again, one of his legs pressing against her centre and she humped his thigh, needing some friction between her legs, "Tell me you need me, Flor. Let me hear you say that I'm the only one that makes you scream."

"I'm not telling you any of that!" she was suddenly angry again, "If all you want is to hear that you're better than Sirius, then you're in for a huge disappointment," she lied to spite him.

He looked at her, trying to sense if she was lying or not, "Does he make you scream, Florence?"

"Oh, yes, he does," she smiled naughtily, bringing forth memories of the two of them together, but blurring his face, so that he couldn't see she wasn't taking about Sirius. "He makes me scream, and I beg for more."

"You're lying," he accused, although uncertain.

"Am I? Or you just don't want to hear how Sirius fucks me better than you?"

"Does he?" Severus was furious then, "Can he make you cum just by talking to you?" he bit her neck, speaking slowly and sensuously right in her ear again: "Because I know I can. I don't even have... to touch you, I just have to tell you how I'm going to have you under me, how I'll suck your tits until they are red and sensitive-" he heard her inhale sharply, "how I'll lick your creaming pussy until you scream, and... how I'll slowly press my cock into you... do you remember, Flor, how thick my cock is? How it fills you up? How it forces your cunt open as she greedily sucks it inside?"

"Hm," She was trying not to moan, but her veela was whimpering in her mind, begging him for more, needing him to do all of those things to her.

"Oh, yes, you do remember," he continued, "And as I slowly force your tight cunt to take my cock, I'll take my time with your tits again, I'll lick and bite, pinch and suck on them some more, until you can't take it anymore."

A soft whimper escaped her throat.

"By then," he still talked, "You'll be arching off the bed, dripping around my dick, begging for a long and hard pounding," he paused, smelling her skin, the vanilla scent coming off of her strong, "Fuck... that sweet smell... tell me, Flor, do you want to know what I'll do after I fuck your cunt and make you scream?"

She shook her head, feeling her body completely in his hands; if he kept that up and ordered her to cum, she knew she would.

"Don't lie, love," Severus chuckled, softly, before continuing: "After I make you cum at least twice, I'll remove my cock from your dripping cunt just to slam it back in, balls deep, and I'll do it again and again, until you cum hard under me for a third time, Then..." he stopped, smelling her sweet scent again, "Then, sweet Flor, I'll slowly penetrate you again, but not in your pussy, no no no, I'll fuck your arse," he hissed low, "And what a sight it is, my thick cock impaling your tight arse – it's something that always drives me crazy. Then, I'll put my fingers up your cunt to press on your sweet spot and catch all your sweet juices when you squirt all over the sheets."

He looked at her face and smirked, her eyes were closed shut, her lips parted – he had her exactly where he wanted. He pressed his thigh harder between her legs, pinched a nipple, and took her mouth violently, saying into her mind: Cum for me, Florence. Now!

And she did; after another sharp air intake, her whole body trembled between him and the stone wall, her moans being muffled by his mouth over hers. She orgasmed long and hard.

"So fucking beautiful," he whispered, kissing down her neck, "I miss you, Florence. You can't deny you miss me too."

She shook her head, silently, her body still recovering, her eyes still a little unfocused, and her veela demanding more.

But the sound of steps at the end of the corridor made them jump apart.

Florence not even looked at him, she just ran through the corridor, putting space between them as quickly as possible.

As she was getting near the Headmaster's office she stopped and leaned against the cold wall, trying to calm her heart down; trying to stop the lustful thoughts running in her head. She took some deep breaths and walked to the gargoyle, giving it the password and going upstairs.

"So now we have to go into hiding?" exclaimed James Potter as Florence was walking into the Headmaster's office.

"Yes, James," she said slamming the door shut, "I warned you, you had to wait a bit longer to have kids, just a few more months and everything would be fine!"

Everyone frowned as they looked at her.

"What happened to your eyes, Florence?" asked Frank.

She blushed, only then realising they were still light-green, "It's nothing. It happens sometimes," she said dismissively.

"James told me that Severus..." said Dumbledore, knowing perfectly well why her eyes were a lighter shade.

"Yes," Florence quickly replied, relieved the headmaster was helping to remove the focus from her, "He heard us talking. He knows now the two of you are pregnant," she looked at her friends again, "I told you not to risk it, to take the Contraceptive Potion I had made myself and given to you! Now the probability..." she looked at Dumbledore, not sure if he had told them everything.

"They already know about the Prophecy, Florence. I told them," the Headmaster replied.

Lily was the one who spoke: "So you're saying that Severus will tell You-know-who that Alice and I are pregnant and then our babies will be hunted by the death eaters?"

"Yes, Lily," confirmed Florence with a heavy sigh.

"If we need someone to fuck everything up, leave it to Snivellus!" growled James, "This is all his fault! He's a declared Death Eater, we should hunt him down and put an end to all his stupidities! Let him rot in Azkaban!"

Florence looked at her friend, she wanted to scream back at him, to say something to defend Severus but she knew she couldn't, for James was right. Severus really was a Death Eater, he had the Dark Mark, and he was going to tell her father about their babies and put them in risk.

"James, he has to tell You-know-who, otherwise he'll be tortured. Let's try and focus on finding a way to protect you," said Florence.

"Don't you dare try to defend him!" James shouted at her.

"I'm not defending him! I just don't think hunting him down will solve anything!" she replied, hiding her fear that her friend would go after Severus.

The room was silent for a while, then Florence calmed down and spoke again: "You must hide and choose a Secret-Keeper to perform the Fidelius Charm. Someone you trust with your lives. Literally."

"She's right," agreed Dumbledore, "You must choose a Secret-Keeper and not tell anyone but Florence and me who you've chosen," he paused, looking at them from over his half-moon glasses, "Choose wisely, kids. Your lives are truly on the line here."

Severus left the castle before the Christmas party had begun; his body burning in desire.

Watching Florence come apart in his arms had his dick hard as rock, his skin begging to be touched by her, his mind being filled by images of her under him, screaming his name in pleasure.

He could go to Hogsmeade and fuck his fiancée's brains out, but he knew that that would only leave him tired and frustrated after hours of fucking and a very unsatisfying orgasm.

Severus had already tried that in the past, and learned that the fire Florence ignited in him could only be put out by her body under his.

No. He'd just go home, jerk off a few times in the shower, and sleep.