February 14th 1984

London

Diagon Alley

Severus was sitting on an armchair in front of a huge fireplace inside one of the private dinning rooms of the beautiful wizarding restaurant The Fountain of Fair Fortune.

He had arrived ahead of his wife and ordered a glass of firewhisky while he waited for her to arrive; Florence would be using the Floo Network directly into the private room, so that no one would see them together on Valentine's Day.

The rumours about them being a couple were all over Hogwarts – and the wizarding world.

It was the students' favourite gossip; and the theories around the nature of their relationship were very creative – from Severus giving Florence Amortentia every morning (a theory that he occasionally fed by pretending to discreetly add something to her goblet before she sat at the high table), to him being a vampire and hypnotising her into falling into bed with him – and this theory also claimed he had turned her into a blood-addict.

The flames in the fireplace suddenly turned green and Florence walked out of them.

"Holy fuck," he whispered.

"Like what you see?" she asked, slowly turning around and letting him see the back of her short silver silk dress.

Severus couldn't take his eyes off of her; the v-neck showing a lot of cleavage, the thin straps holding the dress in place were so delicate he knew with only a simple hard pull he'd have her out of that dress. And the straps crossed on her bare back, then went through delicate silk loops near her waist and were held together by a small knot above her arse – he could just pull on that knot and the whole dress would fall down her body.

He felt his pants become tighter and tighter as he looked down her legs, noticing the sexy red-bottoms black stilettos on her feet.

"I bet you're not wearing anything under that dress," he said, sipping his firewhisky before resting the glass on a side table.

"Well, aren't you clever," Florence winked at him, walking closer and sitting sideways on his lap.

He ran a hand up her thigh, very softly, barely touching her skin, just teasing her, and her breath hitched. He caressed her neck with his nose, smelling her sweet vanilla scent.

"You're fucking gorgeous, love."

"Fucking? Really? There will be some of that tonight?" she kissed him.

He fisted a hand in her hair, holding her head, keeping her where he wanted, controlling the kiss while his other hand pinched a hard nipple, making her gasp.

"I know what I'll be having for dinner," he groaned, nipping down her neck.

"And what is it?" she breathed, suddenly being carried to the table and laid there.

Severus wasted no time, raising her dress up to her bellybutton, he lowered his head and licked her exposed pussy.

Florence arched on the table, gripping his hair with one hand as the other held onto the edge of the table.

She moaned a little too loud and he chuckled, "There's no silencing spell, princess."

"So cast it!" she ordered.

"No," he licked her entrance and sucked on her clit.

"Fuck!" she gasped, raising her hand to wandlessly cast a silencing spell, but he stopped her by inserting two fingers inside of her, making her eyes roll in pleasure, "Ooh, noo, please... the spell!"

Severus smiled and sucked harder on her clit, fucking her faster with his fingers, seeing her chest move fast up and down, her pink lips closed shut as she writhed while he licked her fast towards an orgasm.

"Please, Sev!" she moaned a little loud, "I can't... I'm going to cum!" and she did, her body arching and she held his head between her legs with both hands, closing her mouth tightly, "Mmmgghhh!" fighting not to scream as her body shook with pleasure.

And as her orgasm subsided, Severus could feel through their bond that she was angry at him, but before she could jump on him and hand him his ass, he lowered his fancy trousers and slammed his dick inside of her, leaning over her and quickly covering her mouth with a hand.

"No silencing spell tonight, princess," he said, "You take it all and can't scream," he moved deeper and bit a nipple over her silk dress.

The feeling of his hand silencing her, added to the risk of the whole restaurant hearing them fuck, had Florence needing to scream even more. It was wicked and she loved it!

Severus kept his hand on her mouth, as his cock pounded hard into her; it was all too delicious.

She whimpered, thinking that she just had to focus enough to wandlessly cast the silencing spell.

"No, princess," he groaned, moving into her in a punishing rhythm, "I want you like this, wanting to scream but not being able to. And if you scream, everyone will hear you cumming on my dick!" he grinded against her.

Two can play dirty, Severus. She let him know.

And before he could ask what she meant, he felt her pussy gripping him rhythmically, as she rolled her hips.

"Holly fuck! Stop that, Florence! Now!" he growled, the feeling of her channel clamping and sucking him in was too good. He let go of her mouth and held her hips with both his hands, "Fucking delicious cunt!"

"Muffliato!" she nearly screamed before actually screaming in pleasure. "Aaaahh! Fuck! Ooh!"

He growled: "Can't control yourself, right, princess? Need to scream with my dick deep inside your cunt."

"Yes! Fuck me harder!"

He pulled her up, taking her lips violently, swallowing her moans as his dick moved faster into her, more in than out, pressing on her cervix just like she loved.

She threw her head back, feeling him so deep inside of her, fucking her hard, making her moan louder, and her pussy gripped his dick tightly.

"Cum on my cock, princess!" he ordered.

And she obeyed, screaming loud and locking her legs behind his back, not wanting him to pull out.

"I'm not stopping, love," he said as he rammed into her body, making her take his cock harder and harder with each thrust.

Florence fell onto her back on the table, her quivering body still taken by a never-ending wave of pleasure as he fucked her.

"You're fucking mine! My ring on your finger, my hands on your body, my dick up your cunt," he moved faster and his cock jerked inside of her, "And my cum... dripping between your legs," he moaned, keeping his cock deep inside and unloading copious amount of seed deep into her, then he slowly removed his still jerking dick and let some of his cum fall over her pussy lips and her thighs, "Fuck!"

Florence clenched her channel and a lot of cum dripped out from her, making him crazy with desire.

"Fucking delicious sight," he used his dick to rub the white cream all over her pussy and her thighs. "It almost makes me want to leave the restaurant through the front door, so I can show you off. Just like this: skin flushed, lips swollen, messy hair – freshly fucked and covered in cum," he pulled her up and kissed her lips.

"You know I wouldn't be against it," she whispered, "I'd love to have you fuck me right in the middle of the restaurant. Picture it: me on my belly over a table while you fuck me hard..." she bit his bottom lip, "And all men in the room would want to be you, but only you can have me."

He pulled her off of the table and turned her around, pulling on the knot holding her dress in place and watching in fall onto the floor.

Then he pushed her onto the table fully naked and rammed his dick into her pussy again, fucking her hard and fast, purposely making her lose control, and then he whispered: "Finite incantatem," before casting the cunnilingus spell that sucked on her clit and had her screaming and orgasming fast.

But he didn't stop his hips, hoping his mischievous plan worked.

And it did. For a minute later there were knocks on the door.

"What-" Florence lifted her head, but Severus pushed her head back down and turned it away from the door, so that whoever was entering wouldn't be able to see her face.

"Come in," he said, still fucking her as a waiter walked into the private dining room.

"Sir," the waiter froze as he looked at the scene in front of him, blushing profusely, "Ther- there's been some complaints, sir, about the- the noise level..."

"She's gorgeous, don't you agree?" Severus asked, ignoring the waiter's words and fucking her harder and faster.

"Y-yes, Sir, but..." the waiter seemed to have lost all words, finding it impossible to take his eyes away from the sexy scene in front of him.

Severus groaned, feeling her pussy gripping him, "She's fucking cumming again! Fuck! We'll be done soon."

And Florence screamed, clenching on his dick tightly and he slammed into her, holding in deep, letting her feel every jet of cum that flooded her pussy.

Severus panted: "There won't be... anymore... loud noises, from now on," then he looked at the shocked waiter, as casually as if he didn't have his dick up a woman's body, "Bring us the Valentine's special."

The waiter nodded and fumbled on his way out of the room, closing the door.

Florence burst out laughing, "I can't believe you've just ordered dinner with your dick up my cunt."

Severus chuckled, slowly getting his softening cock out of her body and picking up her dress from the floor, helping her put it on.

"And you know what?" he said, "I think we've just fucked in front of an ex-student."

She gasped as he tied the knot on her back while kissing her shoulders.

"Who was him?" she asked, turning around to kiss his lips softly, her body completely relaxed after a number of strong orgasms.

He kissed her lovingly before walking her to a chair and pulling it for her to sit.

"Fred Rockwood," he said.

"The son of Augustus Rockwood just saw us fuck?" she asked with an arched eyebrow.

"Yes," Severus said, sitting in front of her, "So you can be sure Lucius will be hearing about this."

"And he'll seethe with jealousy of you."

"Yes, he will," Severus smugly replied, watching as Florence took his firewhisky glass and sipped it. He noticed how the diamonds in her earrings matched the one in her wedding ring and how her green eyes sparkled in happiness and sexual satisfaction, her skin glowed and the imperial jade above her breasts made her look too precious, every inch the powerful and beautiful witch she was.

"If you weren't mine, I'd hate your husband," he said softly.

Florence smiled, having listened to his romantic mental rambling about her, "I love you, Sev. Happy Valentine's Day."

He held her left hand and kissed her wedding ring, "And I love you, wife."

She smiled brighter and then their food appeared on their table, interrupting their sweet moment.

When it was time to leave, they both left through the Floo Network; making everybody in the main dining floor curious of who Severus Snape had taken out for dinner that night.

June 5th 1984

Malfoy Manor

Severus walked out of the fireplace and into the huge stone entrance hall of the Malfoys' house, silence and excessive cleanliness greeted him.

After scourgifying the soot off of his clothes, he walked upstairs to the dinning and living spaces, supressing the usual dread of finding his godson hurt and crying.

And as if he had been waiting for him, as soon as Severus opened the door to the drawing room, a cute blond boy came running towards him, shouting: "Godfather! You're here!" with a big smile on his pale face.

"Hey, there, Draco," Severus said, picking the boy up, "How's my birthday boy? You're getting old; turning four already!"

Draco smiled, whispering against his neck: "I'm fine now," the boy's arms hugged Severus's neck and seemed to relax, as he always did, as if he was relieved to have him there.

"Is something wrong, Draco?" Severus whispered.

"Dad's drinking and... mum went upstairs, crying," the boy whispered back, his face still against Severus's neck.

"Are you hurt?"

"No. I hid."

Severus exhaled slowly, he'd never understand men who beat up their wives and kids.

"It's ok now," he tried to put the boy down, but Draco held on to him, so he carried him, seeing where Lucius was sitting on the other side of the room, by the fireplace.

As he walked, Severus picked up something from inside the colourful paper bag he was carrying, "Here, I brought you a gift. Happy birthday, Draco."

The blond boy let go of his neck and held the box, quickly tearing up the paper and squealing in joy once he saw the stuffed hippogriff.

"And he flies," whispered Severus, with a smile.

Draco looked at him with big happy grey eyes and kissed his cheek, "Thank you, godfather."

"Severus!" exclaimed Lucius, "Put that boy down! You'll end up turning him into a hugger! My son won't be a cuddling cunt!"

Severus felt Draco flinch in his arms and slowly put him down, "It's ok, Draco," he whispered, trying to reassure the boy.

"Go play! Get out of here!" said Lucius, clearly inebriated. Then he looked at Severus, "Sit sit!" he motioned the armchair opposite to his and shouted: "Dobby! Bring my friend some firewhisky!" and a small green-eyed house-elf nodded, going to the liquor cabinet, quickly returning with a glass in his shaky hands.

Severus almost thanked him – something he'd have done to Tiffany or Melody –, but he stopped himself in time, just nodding once at the elf, without Lucius noticing.

"Where's Narcissa?" Severus asked.

"Upstairs. Probably crying. Women!" he cursed, "Never marry, Severus! Keep fucking whoever you want and just be happy. Everybody knows that wife and kids are all for show; hear this: Narcissa thought I would be monogamous after marrying her!" Lucius laughed, "As if. Why couldn't she be more like her sister?"

"Andromeda?"

"No! Not that muggle-lover." Lucius spat, disgusted by the mention of her, "No! She should be more like Bella!"

Severus arched an eyebrow, "Why would any man wish his wife was anything like Bellatrix?"

"Well, my friend, she used to not only let Rodolphus fuck whoever he wanted, but she'd even participate!" Lucius smiled maliciously.

"But she'd also proposition any male that crossed her path – no matter marital status or species."

"Oh, yes!" Lucius laughed, "Rodolphus used to tell us some very interesting stories! Also, I remember she always had the hots for you. We've all heard about your... abilities. Tell me, have you ever fulfilled Bella's fantasies?"

"No," Severus frowned, his lips pressed in a thin line of disgust, "If she said I did, she was fucking lying!"

"Well, one thing I know is not a lie is the talk about your Valentine's night, Severus."

He smiled, honestly; the memory of Florence cumming and screaming to the whole fancy restaurant to hear was something he'd never forget.

"Yes. It was a very good night," Severus simply replied, sipping his firewhisky.

"Rockwood's boy said that he actually saw you fucking a beautiful woman over the table and that you didn't stop when he walked in because she was cumming."

"Well, you know... decent courtesy," he said, with an smug smile.

"Of course!" Lucius laughed hard, "Now, tell me: was it Delacour?"

"Maybe," he smiled enigmatically.

"Fucking lucky bastard you are, Severus! Wasn't she mad about the, you know, audience?"

"She enjoys public displays of... affection," he replied, clearly meaning sex.

"Are you kidding me?" Lucius was surprised, "She's fucking gorgeous and likes to fuck in public? Wow. I hate you, you know."

Severus chuckled and finished his firewhisky, just wishing that dinner to be over already.

Snapes' family home

Later

Florence was still in the living room sofa, reading, when Severus walked out of the fireplace, looking tired.

"Hey, love," she smiled at him, closing her book.

He just walked towards her and kneeled on the floor between her legs, resting his head on her breasts.

"It was that bad, huh?" she whispered, caressing his hair.

"Yes. Lucius was drunk when I arrived, Narcissa was crying and Draco had hid to not become his victim," he sighed, "Poor kid, held on to my neck as if he had never had a hug in his life."

"I wish you could bring him here."

"So do I... but he's terrified of Lucius. There's no way he'd be able to keep a secret from his father."

"I know... Did he like the hippogriff?" she asked, massaging his back.

"Yes. He loved it," he kissed her neck, "And Lucius has heard about our Valentine's night. He's dying of envy – as predicted. He told me to never marry, so that I won't be condemned to a life of boring sex."

Florence chuckled and then winced, "Poor Cissy, stuck with a disgusting unimaginative husband, who thinks cheating is the answer to his shitty marriage."

"Yes. Poor her. And poor Draco. You know, we can't risk having Draco here at the house because of Liz, but I'm thinking of bringing him to the village once a week during vacation, get him out of that house, let him play with the twins at the park."

"That's a very good idea, Sev, I'm sure he'll love it," she smiled.

He let out another sigh, "I swear, if I see that boy hurt... I'm going to make Lucius pay."

"Please do," Florence whispered, knowing how much it hurt her husband to see his godson living in a situation of psychological abuse, and how much he feared Lucius would start beating up Draco.

A week later

Florence stopped Elizabeth's stroller by a bench in the main square of Hogsmeade and turned to look at the twins.

"Remember boys: your dad will bring Draco Malfoy here; he's a very sad little boy with a horrible dad. I'd like you to play with him and, if it's ok with you, he'll be coming here more times. And you cannot call Severus 'dad' in front of him. Got it?"

"Ok, mum," they both said.

She sat on the bench and took Elizabeth out of her stroller, letting the cute twenty-one-month-old baby girl play nearby in the sand that covered the playground.

Florence sat on the bench and watched her daughter play; Elizabeth was the ultimate female version of James, from the looks to the wilful personality.

A foresee a lot of arguments and stubbornness ahead of us.

As she was thinking about the future, she saw Severus walking into the park with Draco.

He said something to the blond boy and walked towards Florence, sitting beside her on the bench.

"I hope Liz doesn't start screaming dad dad dad," Florence whispered.

"She won't," he whispered back, looking at the baby girl and she smiled at him, while still playing on the sand.

They watched the twins call Draco to play with them and he shyly accepted; within minutes the three of them were laughing and playing together.

"I'm glad your plan worked and the boys like Draco," Florence said, "How is he today?"

"He has a red mark on his wrist," Severus said, sounding very upset, "He said Lucius held him when Narcissa told them about this outing, to remind him he is the Malfoy heir, and to not embarrass the family."

"He's just a boy," Florence frowned, looking at the little blond boy playing with her sons, her heart breaking for him, "Poor child."