August 1995
Hogwarts
It was one early Tuesday evening and Florence was finishing the inventory of the hospital wing potions when Dumbledore walked into the infirmary looking worried.
"Florence, I need you to go to Little Whinging." He said gravely.
That quickly caught her attention. "What happened?"
"Dementors attacked Harry and his cousin this afternoon."
"What?" She shouted at him. "And no one was protecting him?"
"I have Mrs. Figg-"
"Figg?" Florence was outraged, her wand in hand, ready to apparate.
"No one can apparate inside the grounds, Florence." He kindly reminded her.
She smiled and got very close to him.
"You seem to forget, Headmaster, that I carry the blood of one of the founders." And she disapparated, showing up in Little Whinging in time to see Petunia and her husband putting their heavy useless son in the car.
Florence waited until they were gone to go into the house's backyard, where she knew Harry's bedroom window was. She watched as the light in his room was turned on and he walked in looking angry.
From afar he could easily pass as his father. She thought with a smile, before an unexpected presence had her frowning.
"Homenum revelio." She cast, the spell letting her know only Harry was inside the house.
But if that was the case, how could she be sensing her father's energy in there as well?
She waited for some members of the Order of the Phoenix to arrive, keeping an eye on Harry the entire time – but he never left his room and no one else appeared.
When Moody, Shacklebolt and others showed up, she apparated back to Hogwarts.
Florence apparated right inside Dumbledore's office, finding Severus in there with him.
"I could feel my father's presence in Little Whinging." She said right away, wasting no time.
"Your father cannot get into the Dursleys' house, Florence." Dumbledore frowned. "That's not possible."
"I know it's not possible, Dumbledore!" She exclaimed exasperatedly. "And I performed a revelation spell that confirmed no one other than Harry was in the house. But still: I felt his presence."
The headmaster's frown got deeper, he looked at her very concerned. "Are you sure you sensed your father?"
"Absolutely." She nodded.
"So there is a connection." Dumbledore whispered. "Just like I feared." Then he looked at the couple in front of him. "Harry will have to be taught Occlumency."
"I can do it." Offered Florence, eager to spend more time with her godson.
"No. That's not a good idea. If your father can access Harry's mind, your presence might call him forward out of pure curiosity." He looked at the other man in the room. "You'll have to do it, Severus. Give some of your duties to Florence and plan to begin teaching him as soon as possible; by Christmas, those lessons must've had begun."
Severus nodded "Sure, Headmaster. But... do you have any idea who sent the dementors to Little Whinging?"
"That's something I'm still trying to understand, my son. They should receive orders only from Ministry officials. But since I'm no longer a member of the Wizengamot..."
"WHAT?" both Severus and Florence asked.
"Yes, I forgot to mention it. After my end-of-term speech last May, I was put under investigation by the Ministry and asked to free my chair."
"So someone inside the Ministry wants you away from the government." Florence said. "The person that put you under investigation must've been the one who sent the dementors after Harry! Or at least know who did it!" She turned to her husband: "Does father already have people working for him from inside the Ministry, Severus?"
"Yes. Ismelda Murk, she works at the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. She'd easily have access to the dementors."
"So Tom could be the one responsible for the attack on Harry. However..." Dumbledore pondered for a moment. "I still believe this was the act of someone who just wants to get rid of Harry because he's been saying your father is back while Cornelius is trying to hide the truth from the public." He paused. "Whichever the reason, I will find out the truth."
"What's going to happen to Harry now?" Florence asked, worried. "He broke the law; he used magic outside school and did it in the presence of a Muggle."
Dumbledore nodded. "Yes, very sticky situation. I've already got a letter from the Ministry that he's been temporarily suspended and his expelling is to be decided at a disciplinary hearing."
Florence was about to protest but Dumbledore continued: "I won't let that happen, my dear. Don't worry."
She was about to say something again, but Severus put a hand on her shoulder, stopping her.
Let him handle it, Florence.
She glared at him as Dumbledore added: "Meanwhile, Harry will stay at Grimmauld Place. And we all must keep our distances from him."
Florence's green eyes flashed in anger at both men, "Forbidding his friends from talking to him is to punish him for something he has no control over!"
Dumbledore's usual calm demeanour cracked and he sounded annoyed: "And that's the problem, Florence: Harry has no control! Tom can easily access his mind and learn all our plans without Harry even being aware of his presence! We must keep him away from us!"
"You're not doing that!" she shouted, getting close to him. "Harry's suffered enough! I forbid you from hurting him further! I'll handle Fudge! You're not Harry's legal guardian, Dumbledore. I am!"
The headmaster was certainly impressed by her ferocity; if he didn't know her, he'd be intimidated – but he did know her, and he also knew someone who could control her, somewhat. "You cannot expose yourself, Florence – and you know it. I can solve this situation myself. You don't have to worry."
"Listen to the headmaster, Flor." Severus added.
She looked from one man to the other and raised her wand, making both wince slightly before she disapparated.
"And she's mad again." Sighed Severus.
"Can't control your wife, Mr. Snape?" asked the portrait of Phineas Black, a former school Headmaster from the Slytherin House. "How embarrassing."
"The Dark Lord couldn't control her, Prof. Black, how could I be expected to do it?" asked Severus.
"That's true, Severus." Chuckled Dumbledore. "That's very true."
Florence apparated home.
Fuck them both! Cheap manipulator windbag! Patronizing me, wanting to add to Harry's suffering. And stupid husband not doing anything – even stopping me from speaking my mind!
She entered her house and went straight to the bathroom, blessedly not seeing any of her kids on the way.
I just need a shower to relax than a nap before dinner. She thought – knowing it wasn't all she needed, but she wasn't going to think about that.
After showering quickly, she put on a burgundy silken nightgown and lay down on the bed, still as angry as she had been before the shower.
Her veela reminding her there was only one thing that helped her relax once she got that aggravated.
Not happening! She told her magical being.
Severus had chosen Dumbledore's side and she was furious at him.
"Damn him!" she muttered angrily, smelling Severus on the bed wasn't helping her relax so she threw his pillow onto the floor, closing her eyes, trying to sleep.
Ten minutes later, Severus walked into their room and locked the door, casting a silencing spell and watching her in silence.
"Can't sleep, princess?" he whispered with a smirk, knowing she was too horny to sleep.
"You can go fuck Dumbledore for all I care." She growled, hitting her pillow and closing her eyes.
Severus just smirked and walked to the bed, glancing at Sophie's empty crib and remembering she was at his mother's, before pulling the covers off of his wife with one strong pull.
Florence quickly jumped out of bed and cast: "Depulso!"
But he absorbed it with his wand, being just slightly thrown backwards by the residual force of it.
But she attacked him again: "Collido!"
And he wasn't fast enough to avoid being hit hard on the stomach. "Fuck!"
"Inanimatus conjurus!" Florence cast, manipulating the bed covers on the floor to tie him up.
"Incendio!" he quickly cast, setting fire to the charmed duvet.
The sudden blast of fire blinded her for a moment and while she blinked against the offending light, trying to locate her husband to attack him again, she felt her hands being bound behind her back by a focused Incarcerous.
"Hell no!" she shouted, quickly releasing her hands with a Diffindo. "You're not getting near me, Severus! If you haven't noticed: I'm not happy with you!"
And his smirk never left his face, "You may not be happy, princess, but your veela is begging to be fucked."
"I don't care!" she shouted. "She'll have to deal with frustration for tonight – and for the next week as well!"
"A week?" Severus arched an eyebrow. "You're telling me you're not letting me touch you for a week?"
"Or longer!" she growled.
He laughed at her. "Florence, we both know this stunt of yours won't last a day. In fact, it won't last a full hour." His dark eyes glinted at her.
And he was suddenly right behind her, locking both her arms behind her back with his own hands, instead of using magic – for it had been established that she could easily escape from that.
"What? How are you there?" she looked surprised from his face right behind her to the empty space in front of her where he had been just seconds ago.
"Mirroring spell, love." He whispered in her ear, his voice going low, getting velvetier. "Now, princess," he caressed the curve of her neck with his nose. "Let me be a good husband and help you relax."
"A good husband wouldn't let Dumbledore patronize me." She growled. "A good husband wouldn't stop me from speaking my mind! He'd-"
Severus, held her chin and forced her face to the side, looking into her eyes: "Listen to me, Florence! We both know that if it were up to you, Fudge would be at St. Mungus right now, recovering from being tortured for having risked Harry's life with dementors and for denying your father's return." He bit her bottom lip. "And if you tortured the Minister of Magic, no clout and money in the world would keep you from a stay in Azkaban." He let go of her face, kissing her shoulder.
Florence looked at the window, hating that he was right on all he'd said. But it only served to make her angrier.
She wiggled violently, trying to get herself free from his hold, but he was physically way more powerful than her – not to mention, his strong presence had her whole body trembling in need.
Severus held her tightly, feeling through their bond how aroused she was. But she still fought hard against his unwavering grip.
"You're hurting me, Severus. I'll have marks on my wrists."
"We both know a healer that can easily heal those, if you have them." He murmured, unconcerned, still kissing her shoulders.
She added angrily: "You're not fucking getting away with this, Severus!"
"Oh, I'm fucking. You can be sure of that." He whispered a Divesto and they were both suddenly naked.
She trembled in desire, feeling his hard body against hers.
"I'm tying your hands again, Florence. You better leave them tied."
She snorted: "Good luck with that."
Severus narrowed his eyes, knowing she'd hex him if she had the chance. So he had an idea: silently casting a binding spell and warding the soft leather bonds he'd conjured with at least four protection charms.
"Now. If you try to break free, it'll take you longer to undo my wards than for me to make you cum." He said, fisting a hand in her hair and tugging, forcing her head back, an involuntary pleasurable gasp leaving her lips.
"So angry, princess. But I bet you're all creamed, needing a good pounding." He spun them both around quickly and pushed her face-first against the wall between the bed and the balcony door, feeling her body grow hotter –knowing she was getting off on his rough treatment of her.
He touched down her curves with the hand that wasn't on her hair, then he added to her submissive position by kicking her legs apart, giving him a way to touch her pussy.
"Fucking drenched, Florence. You need this, don't you, princess?" he bit her shoulder. "You need to be fucked hard." He rubbed his cock between her legs. "Say it, love. Beg for it."
"Go fuck yourself, Severus!" she growled. "I'm not begging you..."
And he slammed into her, feeling her tight channel quivering as his thick cock forced it to open and take it.
Florence gasped at the sudden invasion, arching her back in response, taking him deeper. But he didn't move, he just held his dick inside of her clenching pussy and waited, sure he'd soon hear the words he wanted.
She moaned: "Oooh. Fuck." biting her lip, panting, ready to do exactly what she had just said she wouldn't do: beg him to fuck her.
"Say it, princess." He whispered in her ear.
"No!" she shouted, sounding more like a whimper than a protest.
He could feel her whole body shivering in need.
"Fuck. You love this, don't you, Flor? Just feel your pussy sucking me in." He groaned and then chuckled. "You're so fucking angry." He ran his nose down her shoulder and bit her again, his hand going down in front of her and pressing on her clit as he grinded his hips on hers, changing his angle, going deeper and massaging her cervix, hearing her breath hitch and she tried to move away from him.
He made a tsking sound. "You know I'm not letting you escape. I'm making you cum hard, just like this. And you know it."
Yes, she knew it. Cervical orgasms always had her cumming hard enough to pass out. But she was still angry at him, so she squirmed, trying to get her arms free.
He held her firmer and kept pressing his dick against her cervix. "You're taking it, princess. You're mine to pleasure. All mine." He caressed down her curves.
She moaned loud, unable to keep it in anymore as he pressed his dick deep inside of her.
He whispered: "Are you cumming for me?"
And Florence pressed her lips together trying to stop the pleasurable whimpers from leaving them.
Then he stopped.
"NO!" she shouted, gasping for air.
"What is it, love?"
She moved her hips back, trying to keep moving towards the orgasm he was denying her.
But he held her hips with both hands.. "Need something?"
She rested her forehead on the wall, too headstrong to give in, "Fuck off, Severus!"
He slowly slid his cock out of her and she whimpered, if he stopped she'd go crazy – she hadn't been able to sleep before, she'd never be able to rest all worked up as she was now.
But half-way out he slammed back into her, pleasure running up her spine and she moaned loudly.
"Beg for it, princess. I can feel you want it."
"I'm... not... begging!" she panted.
He pulled on her hair again, using his angry classroom voice: "I'll stop, Florence."
She shook her head, whimpering: "No."
"'No' what?" he pressed deep inside and then slid all the way out, finally breaking through her stubbornness.
"Don't stop!" She cried out as her channel clamped on nothing but air. "Please, Severus! Fuck me! Ooh, please!"
He groaned in pleasure at her words, but he teased her a little longer: "Look at you, so fucking sexy. Hands bound, ass up, moaning in need to have my thick cock fuck your delicious body." He pulled her away from the wall and pushed her face-first on the bed, bringing her ass up and ramming into her from behind, going balls deep.
She screamed and he had to hold tight to her hips as her body convulsed, riding the pleasurable waves of a strong orgasm.
"Yes! Fucking tight pussy." He looked at her, reveling in the way he had her under him: completely taken. "All mine." He slapped her ass a couple of times.
"Yes." She whimpered, lost in the feeling of his cock so deep inside of her body and his hand warming up the skin of her butt.
"Can I make you cum like that again?" he asked, knowing he could.
"NO!" She replied – knowing he would.
"Let's test it, shall we?"
And he moved deep and slow again, feeling her body melt under him.
He was careful to press on her g-spot at every in stroke, feeling her clench around him and move her hips back, trying to get him even deeper. "Fucking delicious, princess!" he fucked her harder and she screamed, climaxing hard once more.
He took advantage of that moment and untied her hands, flipping her onto her back and entering her body again, getting deep.
Florence raised a hand to hex him but he was fast. "You're not hexing me, wife!" He pinned both her hands down onto the mattress.
"Let me go, Severus!" she growled, still angry despite the deep pleasure running through her body.
"You know that's not happening." He could feel through their bond she was loving having her body dominated and controlled by him. Her light-green eyes matching her jade necklace just like he loved to see. "I'm keeping you like this." He tightened his grip on her hands and whispered the spell that sucked on her clit.
"Fuck!" She shouted, arching under him, "Harder!"
And he complied, his own orgasm too close for him to stop it. He drove into her as fast and as hard as he could and moaned hoarsely when she arched under him and screamed his name. The heat of her climax bathed his cock and he shot thick ropes of cum deep inside of her, slowing down his hips until he stopped, ceasing the spell on her clit and kissing her lips lazily, their breaths mingling.
She panted: "I should still hex you."
"If you could still do that, I haven't fucked you enough." He replied.
She smiled, "Maybe after a nap." and yawned, pushing him off of her and turning on her side, "Wake me up for dinner, Sev." And she was sleeping in seconds.
He shook his head and lay down beside her, spooning her warm sweaty body. Florence was a unique witch – a perfect balance of sweetness, sexiness and danger. Not to mention wit, fun and beauty.
And bravery – she was the most courageous woman he knew.
He kissed her shoulder and sighed; they had both been on high alert all day every day since May. Every day he woke up and dreaded that that would be the day her father was going to summon and kill him.
And he knew Florence had the same daily fear. He could see it in her eyes, every morning as they kissed lazily in bed, her hands tight in his hair and around him as if it was their last morning together. They both knew it could very well be.
So far he'd only been summoned to help look for deserter death eaters, the Dark Lord had yet to call him to address the family business he'd asked to discuss. He feared the worst would happen that day. The Lord could easily take his marrying his daughter as treason and murder him.
Florence mumbled something in her sleep, a frown marrying her face, and he stopped mulling over those dreadful thoughts, getting up and taking a quick shower, before going downstairs.
When Severus reached the living room, Nicholas was playing with baby Sophie in his arms, Eileen and Chris were on the sofa telling him all the cool things they had done that day.
Eileen was the first to see Severus.
"Hi, my son." She hugged him briefly, touching his face lovingly, "You're looking good. Where's Florence?"
He could see in his mother's eyes the same fear of the future he had been thinking about a few minutes before, but he just replied: "Flor's resting."
Nicholas snorted, "If James were here, we'd be hearing: 'Geez, dad, we haven't even had dinner yet! You're married, act like it!'" and they all laughed at his on-point impersonation of his brother.
Severus kissed Christopher's forehead. "You had a good day, son?"
"Awesome, dad! We went to a muggle mall and then to the movie theatre. We watched a movie about a ghost named Casper!"
Eileen added: "Sophie slept the whole movie, the sweet angel."
Severus smiled at Chris's happiness and took Sophie from Nick's arms, having his hair pulled by his cooing six-month-old baby daughter.
"Since you reminded me we have a wicked version of you," Severus said, looking at Nicholas. "Where is he?"
Nicholas winced, "He's in muggle London."
"Partying?"
"Yes." Nick nodded. "He thinks it's safer to go partying with the muggles because of the war."
Severus sighed. "Which is just the kind of stupidity that imbecile would come up with to justify being reckless."
Eileen shook her head. "James needs to find himself a girlfriend."
"Moron already has a girl in his sights." Nick let them know. "But she's younger than us by two years. So he's taking it slow."
Eileen smiled, "Aw, he's being a decent young man, then."
Nick stifled a laugh. "Well, grandma, yes, he is quite the gentleman. For now. Little girl doesn't know what expects her."
Severus exhaled in annoyance, liking knowing about his sons' sex lives as much as they liked to hear about his.
"Just tell me I don't know her." he said, as he played with Sophie.
Nick hesitated and his father looked at him.
"Are you kidding me?" Severus exclaimed. "Who the fuck is she?"
Nicholas hid his smile and said: "Granger."
Severus stared at him for nearly a minute, "Why?" he finally asked, his choice of question word eliciting a confused look from his son. "You and your brother study two countries away! How come you couldn't find partners there? You had to end up with Granger and a Weasley!" he shook his head. "The know-it-all and a ginger menace!"
Nicholas ignored his father's silly complaint, "Do you want me to go after James?"
"No. If he gets in trouble, it will do him well to find a way out of it himself."
Eileen watched their exchange with a smile, for she remembered a time when she thought that would never happen. "Talking about teenage troubles, where's Liz?" Eileen asked.
"In her bedroom, as usual." Said Nick. "She had an argument with mom last month and since then she's hardly ever out of her room if she knows mom is home."
Eileen nodded. "I happen to know about said argument. And Flor was absolutely right!"
"I've got no idea what you're talking about and I don't want you to explain it. I'll just play with my baby daughter here before she's old enough to be arguing with her mother about boyfriends that I don't want to hear about."
Note: this chapter came to me as one more blessed sweet family moment before Umbridge arrives next month. Hope you enjoyed it!