August 1992
Snapes' family home
It was a warm and sunny summer day. Florence was in the living room watching TV with Elizabeth, while Severus and the twins played tag with little Christopher in the backyard. She caressed her daughter's long black wavy hair, smiling at the laughter she could hear coming from outside.
She hadn't had the wedding in the backyard that she'd wanted, but she had laughter, a home filled with happiness, and a beautiful family with the love of her life.
However, since the scare they had had with Quirrell having hosted part of her father's soul for a year, her and Severus were being extra careful about letting the kids out of the house.
"You and dad look worried, mom." Said Elizabeth, looking at her.
"That's because we are, sweetie. But it's nothing for you to worry about. Just know that we must be careful for now. You and your brothers must stay inside the house and most importantly: do not open the door. Let Tiffany, Mel or your dad and I do it."
"Ok, mom." The girl just agreed.
"That's it?" Asked Florence, thinking that her daughter's reaction was very different than what she had been expecting. "Aren't you going to demand to know why you can't go shopping or have an ice cream at the village?"
"No. Nick and James told me that you and dad were involved in the war, fourteen years ago. They said all these new precautions have something to do with You-know-who returning."
"Yes. It does." She kissed her daughter's forehead. "Thanks for being so understanding, love."
Then Severus walked into the house, wiping the sweat off his face with the lower part of his very wet white sleeveless shirt. Florence eyed him with clear interest.
Need help with all of that sweat, professor? She asked through their bond.
He silently arched an eyebrow at her on his way to the kitchen. "Tiffany, take some orange juice to the boys in the backyard." He asked their house-elf.
"Right away, Master!" Tiffany replied.
Then he walked back to the living room, but Florence wasn't on the sofa anymore, she was walking towards him, biting her bottom lip.
You didn't answer me, professor. She said through their bond, touching his hard chest through the wet shirt. Do you need help to wipe off all this sweat?
And how will you help me, assistant? he asked, wrapping his arms around her waist.
Oh, first we'd have to get sweatier. She ran her hands down his abs, hooking her fingers on the waistband of his shorts. Then other fluids would get into the mix and, after a couple of hours... she touched her lips to his, her tongue teasing his lips. Only after a couple of hours, we'd finally shower and get clean.
He pulled her tight against his body, kissing her hard, a hand caressing one of her thighs, lifting her dress.
"Come on, dad! We're waiting!" Shouted Nicholas entering the house, then his eyes fell on them. "AAH, GET A ROOM, PEOPLE!" he covered his face.
The couple stopped kissing, and Florence touched her head to her husband's chest, laughing.
"Aha!" Shouted James walking right behind his brother. "At least this time it wasn't me who had to witness such depravity!"
Florence turned around to face them. "Oh, please! You're almost 14! You two know pretty well where you've all come from!"
"Lalalala!" said James, covering his ears with his hands and going back to the yard.
"We do know, mom... But you're mom. We don't really want to think of dad doing THAT to you." Added Nicholas, shivering in disgust and following his brother outside.
Florence turned back to face her husband, who was laughing. Then he said: "Poor kids, they have no idea the kind of mom they have."
"Alright! That's it for me too!" Shouted Elizabeth jumping out of the sofa and walking to the backyard door, still speaking: "Nick's right, you know. We do know how babies are made but you're mom. However..." she smiled. "I have to say I'm happy to see you two like that. I hope to have that, too, when I marry." Then she left the house, going after her brothers.
Florence looked up at her husband, and he seemed suddenly upset, a frown marring his face.
"What is it, Sev?"
"Some little bastard will steal her from us someday."
"Oh, no. Not this again!"
"I don't want to think of any man doing to her what I do to you." Said Severus.
"Why not? I really, really like what you do to me..." Florence had her hands under his shirt again. "Now, tell me, what kind of mom do they have, professor?" she kissed his neck, touching his hardening cock from over his shorts.
He quickly focused on her touches again. "The kind that wakes me up at 5 in the morning to do that to her and more."
"Complaining?" she bit his bottom lip.
"Never." Severus fisted his hand in her hair, taking her lips passionately, pushing her against the wall by the kitchen entrance. "Homines occultare. Muffliato."
Her eyes sparkled as she realized what was about to happen.
"Oh, I remember one time, many many years ago, when you used those spells while I was trapped between your body and a wall in the common room." She wrapped one leg around him.
"I thought that was my last chance to have you. To make you mine." He ran his hands down her body, going under her dress. "I remember hoisting you up against the wall of a full common room." He hoisted her up, both her legs wrapping around his waist. "Then I pulled your knickers to the side." He did just that. "And I lowered my pants..."
"Nope! You had my tits out." She said, shaking her head. "You sucked on them as you fucked me."
"True." He ripped the thin straps of her light summer dress and her large breasts spilled from behind the soft fabric. "I sucked on them you say?" he teased her by caressing both her nipples with his thumbs.
"Yes! Sucked on them! Hard!"
He lowered his head and did as she said, making her arch and moan louder. First one nipple than the other. As he sucked on the second one, he pulled her hips down and impaled her on his dick, and she nearly screamed.
"Fucking tight pussy." He groaned shamelessly, ramming all of his thick cock into her, feeling her channel struggling to accommodate his girth.
"Fucking delicious cock." She replied in a moan.
He moved out nearly completely, slamming into her, impaling her again to the hilt. Her legs locked on his back, and she arched, shoving her breasts on his face. He sucked one nipple again, slamming into her fast and hard.
Florence screamed as she climaxed, whimpering afterwards: "Don't stop! Don't. Fucking. Stop!"
And he felt her pussy milking him, demanding his seed to fill her up – and so he did; thrusting a few more times, he filled her with strong jets of cum, some of it dripping down his balls.
But she didn't let him pull it out, "Walk us to the library." She ordered, her light green eyes telling him he was in for a ride until her veela was satisfied. He did as she wanted, entering the library with her in his arms, and closing the door.
"Muffliato. Colloportus." She cast. "Now, sit on the sofa, Severus." She licked his neck as he did what she wanted once again. She moved her legs, one knee on either side of him, and she sat on him to the hilt, circling her hips, feeling him deep inside. "Take off your shirt." She ordered, riding him slowly. Again he obeyed. She touched his hard chest, teasing his flat nipples lightly, loving the feel of his hard abs under her hands. "Now, I'll use this cock to cum, and I want to cum hard, Sev."
"Fuck yourself on my cock, I'm here to pleasure this delicious body." He brought her tits together and sucked on her nipples, alternating between them, making them red and sensitive. "Ride me, wife." He ordered, giving one hard slap on her butt.
She whimpered and moved up, planting her feet on the sofa on either side of him, the change in her hips letting his dick get deeper and giving him the best view of his cock: covered in her juices and his cum, getting in and out of her, as she rode him with abandon, having her tits sucked and pinched mercilessly.
Her moves soon became erratic, she was too taken by pleasure to keep on moving like she so desperately needed, so he took over; holding her hips and forcing her down. She moaned his name and her pussy clamped on his dick, she came hard, squirting on his cock and having him spilling deep inside of her again.
Florence fell onto his chest, breathing hard, touching her nose to his skin, fully satiated.
She lifted her head and kissed him slowly, looking into his eyes. "I love you."
"And I love you, my princess."
September 1st 1992
Hogwarts, welcoming feast
As the students walked into the Great Hall, Florence waited patiently to see her godson; she knew he had spent a few days with the Weasleys, after receiving a warning from the Improper Use of Magic Office for using a Hover Charm outside of school.
But when Hermione Granger walked into the Great Hall alone, Florence knew something wasn't right.
"Where's Harry?" She whispered. "Most students have already arrived."
Severus looked up and tried to reassure her: "He must've gone to the Gryffindor Tower before coming for dinner. It's on the seventh floor... It takes a while to go there and back."
"Yes. But I'm just going to check." She got up and walked to the Gryffindor table. "Excuse me, Miss Granger, but where are your friends, Potter and Weasley?"
"I don't really know, Madam Delacour. They weren't on the train. At least I haven't seen them." The girl sounded worried.
"It's alright. I'm certain they're ok. I'll just check on their whereabouts."
Florence turned back to the staff table and sent her husband: Harry wasn't on the train.
I'm on it. He replied, standing up and walking out of the Great Hall through one of the side doors.
She returned to the high table, controlling her need to go after her husband to help him find Harry – doing so would only fuel further the already established gossip that she was fucking the Potions Master.
She used her wand to fill up her goblet with wine and looked at the double doors, wishing Harry would just appear alongside his redheaded friend, both unscathed.
As she worried about him, Florence felt someone sitting on Severus's chair on her left but she didn't look up, knowing for sure it wasn't her husband and not caring to check who it was.
"Who is this exceptional beauty that isn't me?" asked the man beside her, interrupting her thoughts.
She turned to him then, recognizing who he was: the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher – the book guy.
"Thank you for the compliment, Prof. Lockhart." She politely replied.
"Oh, please, call me Gil, or Roy." He smiled and winked at her. "And what precious name should I call for when I'm in need of medical attention?"
"I'm Florence Delacour." She said, politely.
"Ooh, what a sweet name for such a gorgeous lady. And by the surname I can assume the rumours I've heard have a chance of being nothing more than just that: rumours." He moved his hand closer to hers on the table.
But before Florence could reply, her husband was back and leaning close to Lockhart's ear, whispering calmly: "I wouldn't be so fast on assuming anything, Lockhart."
And Gilderoy was startled by his sudden appearance, jumping from the chair and looking from Severus to Florence, with a smile.
"You and her? You must be joking! I understand wanting to protect your colleague from a dangerously attractive man like me, but there's no need to make up stories, Severus! The rumours are most certainly no more than just that."
"Are they?" Severus whispered, looking deep into Gilderoy's eyes, sharing with the man one quick flash of a memory where Florence was screaming in pleasure as Severus pounded into her.
Lockhart gulped and glanced from him to her again, looking suddenly hot and bothered.
"I-I'll be on my way." He stuttered before walking to the other end of the high table, putting some distance between them, going to sit between Trelawney and Hagrid.
"Was that necessary?" Florence asked as her husband sat beside her.
"Don't worry, he didn't actually see your body." he discreetly replied.
"You know I have no issues with people looking at my body, Severus. But what if he gets even more interested now? He is full of himself enough to believe he could do better." She looked at him with an arched eyebrow.
Severus glanced at Lockhart and the man seemed completely absorbed by a thought, his eyes unfocused as he ran his finger along the rim of his cup.
"Damn it." Cursed Severus.
"Forget about him. Where's Harry?" she asked, ignoring the situation her husband created.
"Apparently the portal at platform 9 sealed itself when he and Ronald Weasley tried to go through it. So they took Arthur Weasley's enchanted Ford Anglia and flew here all the way from London."
What? Why didn't they wait for Mr. and Mrs. Weasley to return? She sent him, too surprised to ask that out loud.
"Because they are twelve and dumb?"
"Yes. I know very well how dumb twelve-year-olds are." She sighed, remembering all they had gone through with the twins two years ago. "Is he ok?"
"Yes. The Whomping Willow helped them land." Said Severus, trying not to laugh.
She looked at him, knowing he was taking his time to tell her all that had happened just to make her nervous.
Severus. She reprimanded him.
"He and the Weasley boy are fine." He continued. "McGonagall is just giving them detention for a month." He finished, chuckling.
Florence frowned, "What can possibly be funny in that story? They could've died!" she whisper-shouted.
"I threatened to expel them if they were in Slytherin." He said.
"Right. They wouldn't even be getting detention if they were in Slytherin." She said, rolling her eyes.
"True."
"Why do you think the portal closed?" she asked, worriedly.
"Dumbledore will investigate it."
She just nodded, fearing it could have something to do with her father.
As Florence had predicted, Lockhart began visiting the hospital wing daily. So she avoided staying much time in there if she weren't needed, otherwise her husband might kill the conceited man.
October 1992
Severus walked into his private quarters and closed the door behind him – feeling tired and homesick.
It had been five days since he had last seen his younger kids. Florence was in the castle most days, but the hospital wing was always busy since Dumbledore had had the amazing idea of hiring a complete imbecile to teach Defence Against Dark Arts; almost everyday a student – or ten – would get hurt in Lockhart's classes.
Severus sighed and walked into his bedroom, unbuttoning his vest.
"Evening, Severus." He suddenly heard Florence greeting him.
"Are you a dream?" he whispered, smiling as he watched her get up from the bed wearing one of his long-sleeved white undershirts that looked like a dress in her smaller frame. "I'm so glad you're here, love." he said, before wrapping her in his arms and kissing her lips – tenderly at first, but quickly becoming more demanding. "I thought you had gone home earlier."
"And I did. But after putting the kids to bed, I lay down on that big bed of ours and I missed you..." she kissed down his neck, running her hands down his chest.
"I'll jump in the shower and join you on the bed." He said, kissing her once more.
"Have you had dinner?" she asked as he walked into the bathroom.
"Yes. But haven't had dessert! Couldn't stand another minute at the same table as that moron, Lockhart." He growled.
She chuckled, saying: "I'll order something from the kitchens."
Then she walked out of the bedroom, going to the living room fireplace, where she called the kitchens and asked for some cherry-filled bonbons.
She was walking back to the bedroom when she heard:
"Ashta sif."
"What?" she asked out loud, stopping by the bedroom door.
"Siif asshe ashta." she heard again.
Severus walked back into his room expecting to see his wife sprawled naked on the bed, but Florence was nowhere to be seen.
He went to the living room and there she was: one hand on the wall, a worried look on her face.
"Flor, are you all right?"
"Parseltongue." she murmured. "I heard someone speaking Parseltongue."
"What? That's not possible. No one in this castle can do that."
"They were talking, but now... they stopped." She whispered. "Someone was ordering something around..."
"To do what?" he frowned.
"I don't know! They were moving away and I lost them..." she sounded deeply concerned.
"Maybe it was just a snake in the pipes. It couldn't have been a person, nobody in this castle is a Parselmouth."
Florence didn't say anything.
"I need some dessert." he said sitting at the table where the bonbons were. "I swear I'm going to strangle Lockhart until the end of the term."
But Florence was only half-listening to him.
They went to bed after eating all the bonbons.
"Have I told you already how happy I am that you're here?" Severus said kissing her lips while his hands played with her hair. "I wish I could go home to see the children..."
"Liz and Chris miss you. You've never spent five days away from home before... they make me promise that if you get home after they've gone to bed that I'll wake them up so they can kiss you good night."
"They understand...?"
"Yes, Sev. They know you're needed here in the castle, but they want you home."
"I want myself home too…" he replied chuckling.
"Shhs kst shta."
"Again!" Florence exclaimed, jumping out of the bed and running her hand through the wall. "I heard Parseltongue again! And I think it's going to kill!"
Severus got up quickly and they both got dressed as fast as they could and ran out of the door and down the corridors. Florence guiding him, listening to whispers of Kill and Blood.
When they reached the third floor, the floor was covered in water, and the whispers had stopped.
"I can't hear them anymore." She whispered.
"Where's all this water coming from?" asked Severus, walking towards the place the water seemed to be flowing from.
And when they turned left on the flooded corridor, they saw three students standing there: Harry, Ron and Hermione.
Oh, no. Why are they here? She asked her husband as they walked towards the students.
"Wait. Is that... Mrs. Norris?" she whispered, looking at the cat that was hanging upside down by its tail from an unlit torch; then she noticed the writings on the wall next to the cat.
Was that written in blood? She looked at Severus and he nodded.
The trio turned to look at her and Severus, but before any of them could speak, lots of students appeared in the corridor. And Draco Malfoy was reading the words in the wall out loud:
"The Chamber of Secrets has been opened. Enemies of the heir beware." and then he stared at Hermione. "You'll be next mudbloods."
Lucius managed to ruin his sweet son. Said Florence, shaking her head.
No, that's just for show. I still believe he hasn't changed his nature. Draco had a good heart, I know he still does. Replied Severus.
"What's going on here?" asked Filch coming through the corridor and stopping once he saw his cat. "You murdered my cat!" he pointed to a very scared Harry. "I'll kill you! I'll kill you!" the man screamed.
"Argus!" shouted Dumbledore appearing amongst the students with McGonagall, Sprout and Lockhart.
The Headmaster looked at the writing on the wall and then at Florence, worried.
"Everyone will proceed to their dormitories, immediately. Everyone except you three." Dumbledore pointed to the three Gryffindors. "Now, Argus, she's not dead. Mrs. Norris has only been petrified."
"So unlucky I wasn't around." Lockhart said, looking at Florence. "I know exactly the counter-course that could have spared her."
Florence tried not to smile at the anger she could sudenly feel coming from her husband.
"Now, how she's been petrified I cannot say." said Dumbledore.
"Ask him!" Filch shouted pointing to Harry. "He's the one that's done it!"
"No, Headmaster, I didn't do anything. I've never touched Mrs. Norris." Harry tried to defend himself.
"If I might, Headmaster." Severus began. "Perhaps Potter and his friends were only in the wrong place at the wrong time."
The three Gryffindors were shocked to see him defending them. Florence just looked at her husband, knowing nothing good was coming from that.
"However." Severus continued. "I don't recall seeing Potter at dinner."
"I believe that was my doing, Severus." said Lockhart. "Harry was in my office, sorting out my fan mail for me." he smiled and winked at Florence this time. "I have a lot of fans."
She wanted to laugh; clearly Lockhart had no idea the risk he was in right then.
"That's why Ron and I went looking for him, professor." said Hermione. "We'd just found him when he said…" she looked nervous and stared at Harry. Florence frowned as she listened to her thoughts:…he'd heard a voice saying that it was going to kill.
"Yes, Miss Granger?" asked Severus.
"When I said I wasn't hungry." Harry said. "We were going back to our common room, when we found Mrs. Norris."
Severus looked at Dumbledore.
"They're innocent until proven guilty, Severus." said the Headmaster.
"My cat's been petrified!" shouted Filch. "I want to see some punishment!"
"We will be able to cure her, Argus." Said Dumbledore. "Soon Prof. Sprout's Mandrakes will be old enough that a potion can be made from them and we can use it to unpetrify Mrs. Norris."
"Of course. And I'll make that potion myself!" said Lockhart looking at Florence. "Perhaps you'd like to assist me, Mediwitch Delacour."
"Should I remind you who the Potions Master of this school is, Lockhart?" Severus said between gritted teeth.
Florence smiled, glancing at Dumbledore who watched Severus's jealousy fit with an amused smiled.
"So, now you believe me?" Florence asked her husband as they closed the door of his quarters.
"So you heard someone speaking Parseltongue. But who was it? And what does the cat have to do with anything?" he asked, still furious at Lockhart.
"I heard someone speaking Parseltongue. And so did Harry." She said.
"What?" he sat on the sofa to take off his shoes.
"I saw that on Granger's mind."
"Don't get inside Granger's mind too much, you might get lost in there." he joked and sighed. "What you're saying makes no sense, Flor. Harry can't be able to speak Parseltongue, he doesn't have Slytherin's blood."
"We don't know that. The Potters can be traced back to the Peverell brothers and you know it. Besides, James had that special invisibility cloak that proves the connection – to those who believe the tale."
"I know. But…"
"And Dumbledore always hides things from you. From us. He knows more than he tells. He must even know already that Harry is a Parselmouth." Florence sat on the sofa beside her husband. "What is this Chamber of Secrets anyway?"
"Long story short: Salazar Slytherin wanted muggleborns out, but the other three founders didn't agree with him." Severus finished unbuttoning his vest. "So there's a legend that says that, before leaving the school, Salazar Slytherin built a hidden chamber in this castle, known as the Chamber of Secrets. He sealed it and left. And only when his true heir returned to the castle, the Chamber would be opened and the monster within it unleashed. The monster would then purge the school of those who, in Slytherin's view were unworthy of studying magic."
"Muggleborns." Said Florence, nodding. "You don't think this is my fault, do you? That just because I'm here, a muggleborn-eating monster is roaming the corridors and looking for kids to kill?"
Severus didn't reply right away, so she continued: "That's absurd! If my mere presence here is making the monster kill, why hasn't this happened before? I've been working here for a decade and this has never happened. I've never even heard about that Chamber of Secrets!"
"I really don't know what to say to you, love. But who else in this castle has Salazar Slytherin's blood besides you? Who else speaks Parseltongue?"
"I don't know any of those answers, Sev. But I bet Dumbledore does." She angrily replied.