Note: Some things that happen in this chapter are not widely known, but they are canon. Mr Cecil Lee, his Lockhart obsession, and parts of the story involving him and Greyback are canon.

October 30th, 1984

Snapes' family home

It was the middle of the night; the five members of the family were asleep in the comfort and safety of their beds.

Florence was lying on her husband's chest, peacefully; his hand around her waist, holding her close as always.

Then they both felt it: the prickle of awareness of being watched.

There's someone in the room. Florence whispered in Severus' mind. By the bed.

I can feel it too. He replied. Let's attack- now!

And they quickly sat up, - wands in hand and pointing at the foot of the bed - only to find a beautiful Patronus Phoenix hovering there.

"Come to Hogwarts at once!" it said, in Dumbledore's voice, "I need you two here. There's been an attack."

"Fucking hell," Severus growled, "I'll kill Dumbledore if he pulls something like this ever again. Nearly gave me a heart attack."

Hogwarts

Hospital wing

Florence and Severus walked out of the fireplace and into a horror-movie scene: five students were bleeding and crying in pain as Pomfrey frantically ran from one bed to another.

"Florence!" she exclaimed, "Thankgoodness you're here! See to Jacob! He was bitten!"

"Bitten?" Florence repeated, running to the boy's bed and noticing his neck was bleeding profusely; instead of asking Poppy questions, she quickly ran her wand over him, finding out exactly what had bitten the boy: a werewolf.

Severus! She called him through their bond. Bring me the powdered silver I know you have downstairs in your storage room.

He frowned but nodded, going back to the fireplace and calling for the potions lab.

Florence put the boy Jacob in a coma and worked on cleaning his wound, breathing more easily once she remembered it wasn't a full moon night, so the boy and the others wouldn't be turning into werewolves.

Severus returned with the powder and helped her mix it with dittany to apply on the boy's neck.

After she had closed the bite and the kid wasn't at risk of bleeding to death anymore, they helped Pomfrey with the other kids.

Once they had finished attending to all five students, Florence asked: "How were students attacked by werewolves, Poppy?"

But before Pomfrey could answer, a man walked into the infirmary accompanied by Dumbledore, "That's exactly what I'm here to find out, Madam Delacour!"

Florence looked at the man, noticing he wore a uniform with the Ministry's logo on it but she didn't recognize him.

"Do I know you?" she asked.

"I'm Cecil Lee, captain of the Ministry's Werewolf Capture Unit. The werewolf responsible for this attack is Fenrir Greyback."

"Hello again, Mr Lee," greeted Severus, remembering having talked to the man a couple of years ago.

"Ah, Prof. Snape!" Lee exclaimed, eying him suspiciously, "We seem to meet whenever a werewolf attacks, professor."

Is he insinuating you're a werewolf? Florence snorted in his mind. Who is this clown?

Severus ignored the man's comment and turned to Dumbledore: "How did Greyback get into the castle, Headmaster?"

"Maybe he had help," interrupted Lee, looking at Severus, "from an old acquaintance."

Florence rolled her eyes, Now he thinks you helped Greyback get in. Is this a joke? If that's how bright Ministry employees are, no wonder Malfoy has the influence he does.

Dumbledore let out a sigh, replying to Severus' question: "I'm afraid we've kept our protections down these past three years, Severus. We've all got used to not having to worry about the war anymore and... unfortunately, Greyback took a gamble and it paid off – for him and the others he brought along," he looked at Florence, "Out of the five students...?"

"No one will have problems, Headmaster," said Florence, "It's not a full-moon night, so none of them will be going through a full transformation – they might wake up enjoying their steaks on the rarer side from now on though."

"Now," said Lee, "You might prepare the school for next month's full moon, Dumbledore! Greyback has learned a way in, he'll certainly attack again - and on a night he'll be able to make bigger damage."

Dumbledore nodded, "I'll call in reinforcements, Mr Lee."

"I'd recommend calling in an expert!" Mr Lee said.

Florence frowned, "I thought you said you're the expert, as the Captain of the Werewolf Unit. Is there anyone above you?"

"Oh, my dear, of course not!" Lee said, with a patronizing smile, "I'm talking about the man who recently captured the awful Wagga Wagga Werewolf using a complex Homorphus charm."

She laughed at him: "The book guy?"

"Book guy?" Lee exclaimed in outrage, "Mr Lockhart is a hero!"

Florence looked at him as if he was stupid – which she thought he was, "There's no proven cure for lycanthropy, Mr Lee. Mr Lockhart's stories are just that: stories."

"Just stories!" Cecil Lee looked at her as if she had just killed a unicorn right in front of them, "It's clear that Madam Delacour is not one that reads," he looked at Severus, "I have heard rumours that say you and her are a couple, but I can't see an intellectual man as yourself dating a person with such disregard for the reading materials."

Florence crossed her arms over her chest, telling her husband: He thought you were a werewolf five minutes ago! Now you're intellectual and I'm illiterate?

Don't do anything stupid like attacking a Ministry officer, Florence! Severus warned her.

But she had had enough of the man with his patronizing smile and stupid opinions; she took a step towards him, suddenly finding herself facing her husband's back, for Severus had put himself between his angry wife and the Captain.

"I can assure you, Mr Lee," he was saying, "That Madam Delacour has a passion for reading just as big as mine. She's more attracted to medical books though."

"Well," Lee nodded, still unhappy with Florence, "Mr Lockhart would've certainly captured and healed Greyback if he had been here," he looked at her assessingly, "Anyway, I can see how her looks surely make up for her lack of wits."

Pomfrey gasped loudly, looking at Dumbledore – who seemed very amused by that situation.

Shit. Severus winced, sensing his wife's fury.

Move, Severus. Florence ordered. I'll show him my lack of wits.

Severus turned around to face her. You look fucking sexy when you're angry, love. He tried to distract her.

She glared at him, I'll hex your intellectual arse if you don't move it.

Severus chuckled nervously, saying: "Headmaster. Maybe it would be better if we tried to find out how Greyback and his followers got in."

"Yes, of course!" exclaimed Dumbledore, realising that Cecil Lee was in danger in that infirmary, "Come, Mr Lee, let's investigate. Will you come with us, Severus?"

"Yes, of course," and he left the hospital wing, the last thing he wanted was to stay and face his angry wife.

November 8th, 1984

Full moon

Hogwarts

5 p.m.

Florence walked into Dumbledore's office with a glass of Wolfsbane Potion in her hand and found Mr Lee talking animatedly to none other than Remus Lupin.

"Hey, Flor," Remus pulled her into a hug, getting the glass from her and drinking it all quickly, keeping one arm around her, "Ugh, as awful as ever," he whispered about the potion, vanishing the empty glass.

"Hello again, Mr Lee," she politely greeted him.

The Captain silently nodded once in acknowledgment of her presence, clearly still upset she thought his 'hero' wrote 'just stories'.

"You arrived at the best moment, dear," Remus said, touching down her back, smiling at her, "Mr Lee here was telling me how one can spot a werewolf by simply looking at them – in their human form," he arched an eyebrow at her.

"Oh, really?" she tried not to laugh, "So you can just walk into a room full of people and tell if someone there is a lycanthrope Mr Lee?" she looked at him pretending to believe him.

"Of course!" exclaimed Lee.

She looked at Remus and then back at Lee, smirking, "So, Mr Lee," she said, controlling the urge to laugh, "Please, teach us how we can do that, how can we tell someone is a werewolf just by looking at their human form?"

"Well, they have a mark!" Lee exclaimed.

"A mark?" she asked, "Where?"

"Around their neck, near the place where they were bitten," Lee explained as if it was obvious.

"But what if they were bitten on their back or thigh?" asked Florence.

Lee looked at her with pity, "Tut-tut, my dear, everyone knows werewolves only bite on the neck."

"Really? Only?" she looked at Remus, very serious, "Are you taking notes? Only on the neck."

And Remus and she roared with laughter.

Severus walked in and found them laughing, noticing how Remus had his hand on Florence's waist.

So he stopped beside her and glared at Remus, who quickly removed his hand.

"That was very informative, Mr Lee," she said, wiping tears from her eyes, "Sorry we laughed; it was just some inside joke."

Was hugging part of the joke? Asked Severus through their bond.

She rolled her eyes. And you wonder why talking to James doesn't work. If talking to you about jealousy makes no difference, imagine to a six-year-old.

In that moment, Dumbledore walked in, "Good evening, thank you all for coming. Tonight, our main goal is to be on alert in case Greyback and the others try to enter the castle again. If we capture them – great. But let's focus on stopping them from reaching the students."

"There will be a lunar eclipse tonight," said Florence, "That'll be our chance to stop them, for a couple of minutes they will be stuck between transformations, and then we can attack-"

"On complete darkness?" asked Mr Lee, "It sure shows Madam Delacour knows nothing about the werewolf condition!"

"Come again?" she asked, feeling her husband's hand on her lower back.

"When capturing werewolves, we need light!" exclaimed Lee, "Clear skies are the perfect weather for hunting werewolves, for the bright light makes them weaker!"

"That's not true, Mr Lee," said Remus, having heard enough misinformation.

"Ah! Another one who hasn't read the great adventures of Gilderoy Lockhart, I gather!"

"Well," Remis nodded, "It's true, Mr Lee, I haven't read them, but..."

"So how can you say such a thing, Mr Lupin? Mr Lockhart proved that light makes the lycanthropes weaker when he captured the Wagga Wagga Werewolf!" he looked from Remus to Florence, "Neither of you knows a thing about lycanthropy! I shall send you two copies of Mr Lockhart's books!"

Florence looked at Remus and said, very serious: "You, sir, know nothing about werewolves," and they both burst out laughing again.

"Alright, Mr Lee," said Florence, once she managed to speak again, "I'll cast Lumos solem during the eclipse, so that you can get very close to Greyback and stick your wand on his neck to use a Homorphus charm. How about that?"

"Thank you, Madam! It'll do you good to listen to an expert on the matter."

"Of course, sir," she replied with a smile, ignoring Dumbledore's reproachful look.

Later that night

10 p.m.

Florence and Severus were near the Forbidden Forest, waiting for Remus's signal that the werewolves were approaching.

What will Lupin do when he sees them? Severus asked.

He'll howl.

Won't that reveal his position and turn him into a target?

Yes. That's why we're here. To help him. Explained Florence.

Severus nodded, asking her next: How do you think Lee has learned about us being a couple?

Kids talk, Severus. His nephew is a second-year Ravenclaw student here in Hogwarts. And you've helped the students believe that you constantly give me Amortentia to make me fall into bed with you.

He chuckled, It's fun to see their shocked expressions when I do that.

True. But there's a new theory going around now; some students are saying that you tie me up in the dungeons and have your way with me and no one can hear me scream.

Now, that's not far from the truth. He smirked.

She smiled, sighing as she thought of the repercussion of those rumours. You said it would be impossible to keep our relationship a secret; now I see that you were right. Even more so for we've got careless as the years went by.

Severus looked at her reassuringly. When your father returns, love, I'll talk to him.

Not helpful if you're trying to calm me down. But unfortunately, that's something that will have to happen. She agreed, visibly worried.

Then they heard the piercing sound of a wolf howl cutting through the forest.

They're coming! Florence exclaimed in his mind.

They waited, carefully listening to the sounds of the forest; and it didn't take long for them to hear the fast-approaching steps of the werewolves running towards the castle

As soon as the first two appeared, Severus and Florence cast at the same time: "Incarcerous!" swiftly taking down two of Greyback's followers.

"Carcer mentis," Florence said, twice, putting both tied up werewolves in a coma.

"Did you see Greyback?" she asked her husband.

"Yes, he and another werewolf ran towards the castle."

Then they heard growls and barks nearby.

"I think that's Remus," Florence whispered, running towards the sounds and finding her friend fighting a brown werewolf.

"Which one is he?" Severus asked.

"The black one with green eyes."

Severus identified Remus and then attacked the other werewolf: "Everte statum!"

And the strange werewolf flew backwards, hitting a tree and falling onto the ground unconscious.

Then he cast: "Incarcerous."

And Florence used her coma spell to make sure the werewolf would stay there for at least another hour.

Remus, in werewolf form, walked to her slowly, whimpering.

"It's ok, I'll heal you, Moony," she said, kneeling beside him and casting several healing spells.

Remis wagged his tail in thanks once she was done.

"Ooh, aren't you a good boy?" she cooed, patting his head.

Severus rolled his eyes, "For fuck's sake, stop that shit, Florence!"

Remus growled low at him, and Florence laughed, "Behave, Moony. Now, go to the Shrieking Shack. Sev and I will go after the other werewolf and Greyback."

And Remus left, running towards the Whomping Willow.

Severus and Florence walked towards the castle as the lunar eclipse started and the night went very dark, just the faint light of the stars was not enough to brighten up the night.

Florence could see Mr Lee and Dumbledore casting spells against two werewolves far ahead of them and she got ready to cast the sunlight spell, but Severus stopped her.

"He'll die if you do that!" he exclaimed, holding her arm.

"I don't care! He's the expert," she glared at the man that duelled in the distance, "My lack of wits prevents me from understanding the dangers of getting close to a rabid werewolf under bright sunlight in a full moon night!"

Severus didn't let go of her arm, "You won't cast that! He has kids!"

"To whom he reads Lockhart's stories!" she added.

"Florence," he made use of his classroom voice.

"Fine!" she raised her arms in surrender, "I won't do it! But..." she touched his chest, "we'll have to talk about that voice," she unbuttoned his black shirt, "I'll find my old Slytherin uniform and you can give me detention in the dungeons, professor."

Severus pulled her towards the Greenhouses, pushing her against a wall and kissing her, "You don't need to be wearing a uniform to be reprimanded by a teacher, Miss Delacour," he added, in a low velvety voice.

Florence looked at him, biting her bottom lip, "Talking like that will get your dick sucked, professor."

He caressed his thumb over her lips and she sucked on it.

"I'll be tying you up in the dungeons later, Miss Delacour."

She smiled and he kissed her once more, before they resumed going towards Dumbledore and Cecil Lee.

When Florence and Severus reached Mr Lee, they could see that he and Dumbledore had successfully captured Greyback and his other follower.

She walked to them, ready to put the werewolves in a coma with her spell, but Mr Lee stopped her:

"Don't get close! I'm almost ready to cast the Homorphus charm."

She was about to say it wouldn't work and that it'd be better to make them unconscious, but decided to keep quiet. If he wanted to let Greyback escape, that was on him.

"Let's go," Florence said to her husband, turning to walk away.

"You're not knocking them out?" asked Severus with a frown.

"Nope."

As soon as they walked into the castle, Severus pushed Florence against the wall, "It's 'no, sir', Miss Delacour. Not 'nope'," he wrapped a hand around her neck, pressing a little to assert his dominance, "Detention for use of inapropriate language when talking to a teacher."

"Oh, no!" she exclaimed in pretend fear, "What will I have to do, sir?"

"To the dungeons," he pointed at the stairs that led underground.

And she obeyed.

But as they turned a corridor, they found the Slytherin Head Boy patrolling the dungeons.

"Evening, Prof. Snape. Madam Delacour," the seventh-year stared from his Head of House to the mediwitch, frowning, "Is there a problem, sir?"

"No, Mr Fawley," Severus replied, "I'm just taking Madam Delacour to the dungeons."

The student froze in place, looking at her with concern, remembering the new rumour he'd heard about his professor tying her up in the dungeons.

"Are you alright, Madam Delacour?" he asked.

Florence smiled at him, telling her husband: Aww isn't he a good boy? Worrying you might be forcing me to be here.

"Mr Fawley," she said, touching his arm, "If I didn't want to be here, I wouldn't be. Thank you for worrying though."

She looked at her husband. Now, give the boy some points!

"Fifty points for Slytherin, Mr Fawley," said Severus, "Madam Delacour isn't in any danger, but you may yet save some young lady in the future by being a decent man."

"Thank you, sir," Fawley looked surprised, "Have a good night, Professor, Madam," and he bowed his head to Florence, before leaving the corridor.

"Oh, I will, Mr Fawley," Severus replied, wrapping an arm around Florence's waist and walking to his private quarters.

As soon as the door closed behind them, Severus fisted a hand in her hair and said: "Get on your knees, Miss Delacour."

And she did, opening up his trousers and pulling his dick out, wasting no time and taking him into her mouth, her tongue caressing the sensitive mushroom head and the special spot underneath it that always had him trembling.

"Yes," he groaned, "Fucking cocksucker," he thrust against her face, making her moan and the vibration had him hissing in pleasure, "Such a naughty princess, love having her mouth fucked."

Yes! She said through their bond. Fuck my mouth and make me swallow all your cum.

And he held her head in place as he fucked her mouth hard for a few minutes.

But then she deep-throated him once, and twice, and by the third time, he couldn't stop his own orgasm anymore, shooting his cum down her throat, watching her swallow it all – not a drop dripping out.

"Did I do good, Prof. Snape?" she asked sweetly.

He pulled her up to her feet and pushed her backwards until she was sitting on his desk.

"You did very good. Now for the second part of your detention, you'll lie down on this desk and I'll play with your cunt."

"Yes, sir," she said, lying on her back as his hands worked on getting her out of her shoes, trousers and knickers.

He lightly touched her inner thighs, making her spread them wide for his appreciation.

"You're so fucking sexy," he whispered, touching his nose to her left thigh and slowly moving towards her centre, "Such a delicious smell," he groaned, caressing her outer lips with his nose, before spreading them with his fingers and licking her with a long sweep of his tongue, kissing her clit as if it were her mouth.

"Fuck!" she gasped, bucking her hips and grabbing his hair with both hands, "Do it again. Oh, please!"

And he did.

"Yes! So fucking good- aahh," he thrust one finger into her, and she complained: "Not enough, Sev!"

He slapped her thigh in reprimand, "Is that the way to address you teacher, Miss Delacour?"

"No, sir. Sorry, Prof. Snape," she whimpered as he licked her again and added a second finger, "Fuck," she moaned, running her hands down his strong shoulders and moving her hips, expecting another reprimand; but instead of slapping her thigh, he rubbed his fingers against her g-spot and sucked on her clit at the same time, making her climax instantly.

Florence gripped his hair and moaned loud, but he didn't stop, moving his fingers slowly, and avoiding her clit for a while.

"Oh, no," she whimpered breathlessly, knowing he was going to keep on pleasuring her torturously slow, "You're so mean, Professor."

"This is detention, Miss Delacour. Letting you cum as you please wouldn't be punishment," and he sucked hard on her clit.

"No!" she bucked and gripped his hair, but he held her hips down with both hands, keeping her clit in his mouth and licking her entrance, and she screamed, cumming hard again.

Then he plunged three fingers inside of her, two in her pussy and the third one in her ass, sucking hard on her clit again.

"Ooh, fuck!" she screamed again, a third orgasm taking over her body.

And he couldn't take that anymore, the feeling of her cunt clamping on his fingers made his cock twitch in need; he lowered his pants and plunged his throbbing cock inside of her, hearing her moan in pleasure as he filled her.

"Oh, Severus, yes!" she arched on the desk and he held her hips tightly, pounding into her.

"Fucking tight cunt, milking my cock." he groaned.

"Harder! Punish me!"

"Oh, fuck- princess," it was his turn to moan, completely taken by lust, her taste in his lips and her pussy sucking on his cock as he watched her delicious body writhing under him.

And when she climaxed a fourth time, squeezing his dick and screaming his name, he filled her up with cum and collapsed on top of her, resting his head on her still-covered chest, feeling her shirt wet with sweat, and listening to her fast heartbeat.

"If you were truly my teacher, I'd always misbehave in class," Florence said, caressing his hair.

"I'd give you detention for breathing too loud if you didn't," he added, before kissing her lips, "Love you, Flor."

"Love you, husband."

Then they got dressed and went home.

Next morning

Great Hall

Florence walked into the Great Hall alone, immediately noticing that some students stopped talking as soon as they saw her.

She just smiled at them and looked at her husband who was already at the high table.

So... more gossip, Prof. Snape?

Of course. Which reminds me of your daily dose of Amortentia. He replied, pretending to add something from a vial into her empty glass.

She chuckled and sat beside him, filling her glass with orange juice and drinking it, noticing how some students stared at her with horrified expressions.

Dumbledore laughed, "You two enjoy having fun at the students' expenses, don't you?"

"Absolutely," chuckled Florence, "Their theories are hilarious!"

"Yes. And would you know why this morning Slytherin has fifty more points than yesterday, my dear?"

She looked at her husband.

Severus gave her a nonchalant shrug, "I told Dumbledore you were the one who told me to give Fawley the points."

"Oh. Ok. Well, Headmaster, you see, Mr Fawley was a very decent young man last night, worrying about me being abducted by the evil potions master."

Dumbledore shook his head, "As if the students don't already have enough stories about you two."

"Fawley was very brave, asking me if I was alright – it's not every seventeen-year-old that would try to stop Severus."

"True. That's true," agreed Dumbledore.

"And that's why I told Prof. Snape to give the boy points. But he came up with the number himself," she winked at her husband. Then she looked at Dumbledore again: "So, how was it last night with Mr Werewolf Expert after we left?"

Dumbledore sighed heavily at the memory, "Mr Lee cast the Homorphus charm on Greyback, declared it had worked and then set him free..."

"Oh, no. Was he bitten?" she asked, trying to hide her amused smile.

"Almost. Greyback pretended being cured and attacked him. But I was able to stop him from biting Cecil, he just scratched the man's right side – several ugly cuts that will make Mr Lee spend a few weeks in St. Mungus. However, Greyback escaped."

"You're too nice, Dumbledore," Florence said, shaking her head reproachfully, chewing a piece of melon.

"If it had been up to her," said Severus, with an arched eyebrow, "she'd have cast the Lumos solem, like Lee wanted..."

Dumbledore looked from Severus to Florence with incredulity.

"Next time, call an expert, Headmaster, like Mr Lockhart," she said with an ironic smile.

Dumbledore shook his head, "You truly are Tom's daughter, you know. We're all lucky your mother was a decent woman..."

Florence laughed, "But don't you think the wizarding world would benefit from having an evil witch to show them that women can be just as dangerous as men? Don't you think we need a Dark Lady?"

"What? Don't even joke about it, dear," whispered Dumbledore.

"Oh, c'mon," she insisted, clearly messing with the headmaster, "My tattoo would be much prettier."

And Severus shook his head, hiding his amusement behind his cup of coffee.