September 1995

Two days after the meeting that Florence and he hadn't attended, Severus was in his office, grading some essays after his last class, wanting to finish it all quickly to go home to enjoy the weekend with his wife and two younger children, when he sensed someone enter the room.

And by the sound of a throat being cleared, he knew who it was without looking and he winced internally, remembering Florence's words.

"Can I help you, Prof. Umbridge?"

"Yes. Prof. Snape. I hope I'm not being too forward with my request, but I'd like to know your plans for the weekend. And suggest that perhaps we could find something to do together."

He slowly raised his head from the essays and nearly gagged at the sight in front of him: Umbridge had changed her usual pink tweed suit to a dress, a long-sleeved magenta dress that made her look like a balloon piñata at a little girl's party.

He had to control his sudden need to laugh at the mental picture of kids beating her up in the hope of getting candy.

"So?" she continued, taking his prolonged silence as a positive reaction to her chosen attire. "Are you staying in the castle?"

He looked back down at his essays and replied dryly: "No. I have plans."

"Couldn't they be postponed so that we could, perhaps, enjoy some time getting acquainted?" she said, coyly.

"No. I have plans that can't be postponed." He paused before adding: "But if it's company you're looking for, I'm sure Prof. Flitwick would be happy to provide it."

She walked closer to him in a clear attempt of sexiness that had him jumping up from his chair in disgust, looking down at her, and speaking with his most authoritative classroom voice:

"Prof. Umbridge. I must ask you to leave my office. I want to lock it for the weekend."

She glanced at his chair and frowned, there was a lilac sweater hanging there. And then she realized with whom he was probably going to spend the weekend.

"I see." She pursed her lips in displeasure. "Anyway, there seem to be one thing I must do before we can enjoy some time together."

Severus stopped himself from smiling, knowing she'd be going after Florence – and he couldn't wait to see his wife crushing that pink toad.

Second week of classes

Florence was getting ready to leave the hospital wing to go home when someone entered the infirmary.

"Hermione?" She walked towards the girl. "Do you need anything? Are you hurt?"

The Gryffindor girl seemed nervous. "No, ma'am. It's just..."

Florence inhaled sharply as she read Hermione's hesitancy as shame: "Don't tell me you need a pregnancy test!" she added mentally: I'm not ready to be a grandma! And Severus will kill James!

"What?" Hermione blushed. "No! No I haven't... it's not that. It's Harry. He's hurt and refuses to come here."

"Hurt? Hurt how? An open wound, a broken bone or is he bleeding to death?"

"Open wound. Ugly and bleeding."

"Alright. But why are you so hesitant about that?" Florence asked as she picked up some potions from the storage room.

"I'm breaking my friend's trust, I... I don't feel comfortable doing that. But he's being an idiot."

"You're being a good friend, Hermione. Where's Harry now?"

"In our common room."

Florence nodded and walked out of the infirmary, going up to the Gryffindor Tower. On the way, Hermione explained to her what had happened.

Harry was sitting in front of the fireplace in the Gryffindor common room; his classmates were all keeping their distances and looking at him as if he had some sort of plague.

Only Ron and Hermione still talked to him.

He looked down at his left hand, staring at the deformed letters etched onto his skin; it throbbed, some scabs had formed after the detention the night before, closing his wound, but he knew it would be bleeding in a couple of hours again – for he had another detention that night.

Then the common room door was opened and everyone went silent. He looked up to see Hermione and Madam Delacour and his blood boiled at the sight of the mediwitch. He opened his mouth, ready to scold his friend for getting her there.

"Don't." Florence said authoritatively, her wand pointing at him, effectively shutting him up. Than she turned to the others. "Clear the room. Get to your dormitories, go to the corridor, skinny-dip in the Black Lake. I don't care. Just vanish!"

And everyone moved at once, gathering their books, pencils, notebooks, and leaving the common room within seconds.

Harry watched Florence cast some spells around the room before sitting beside him on the sofa.

She reached out her open hand for him and said: "Your hand."

He hid his hand behind his back like a child caught stealing cookies and shook his head. "I don't-"

"Harry." Florence said firmly. "Your hand."

He glared at Hermione as he slowly showed his hand to the mediwitch.

"Fucking toad!" Florence exclaimed as she saw the wound. "I'm going to kill her."

Harry frowned at her words. She had spoken with such conviction he wouldn't be surprised if Umbridge didn't show up for dinner later – he actually hoped she didn't.

"This is unacceptable!" Florence hissed as she cleaned his hand.

"You can't heal it!" Harry tried to pry his hand away from her. "She'll know I went looking for help and..."

"She won't know."

He hesitated, looking at his hand, the pain was gone and so was the wound. "Of course she will! You healed it!" he shouted angrily. "Why did you do it?"

"Because I care about you." She simply said, knowing a full teenage-tantrum was about to ensue.

"I don't need you to care! No one cared about me all summer!" Harry shouted, getting up from the sofa. "No one cared to protect me from Quirrell! No one cared while I battled a basilisk! No one cared that Pettigrew could've killed me in my sleep for three years!" he closed his eyes and some tears fell. "No one cared when the dementors attacked me last month!" he furiously wiped the tears that had fallen, purposely failing to mention the TriWizard Tournament for he remembered she had cared for him then. "And no one but Sirius cared when I was alone at Grimmauld Place, isolated from everyone!" he looked at her, expecting her to shout at him, call him ungrateful and tell him he was overreacting. But she didn't say anything. So he continued: "Why would anyone care now? Umbridge is doing this on purpose! And if I can't take her small attempt to hurt me without asking for help, how will I be able to take on Voldemort by myself?"

He was panting, looking at Florence and expecting the mediwitch to shout at him and tell him the names of all the people that claimed to care for him.

But she didn't do that, her voice wasn't even angry when she spoke:

"You don't have to, Harry. You don't have to take on Voldemort by yourself. And I'm sorry if you feel like you have to." Florence sighed, wanting to tell him so many things, but she couldn't. "I warned Dumbledore about Quirrell." She looked at the fire in the fireplace. "And I was furious about the basilisk. I could hear him too." She whispered to him, and he looked at her with surprise in his eyes – Lily's eyes. "I knew there was something lurking around the castle..." She stopped herself from saying 'and so did Dumbledore', for she couldn't break the boy's trust on the old man – no matter how much she felt it was undeserving. "And about Pettigrew," she hated saying his name. "I'll deal with him when the time comes – you can be sure of that."

Harry sat beside her on the sofa again, no longer as angry as before – actually he wasn't angry at all anymore.

Florence continued: "The night the dementors attacked you, I apparated to Little Whinging the moment Dumbledore told me what had happened."

"The Order members..."

She shook her head. "No. I was there before Moody and the others appeared." she held his right hand and looked into his eyes. "I'm sorry I failed to protect you, but I tried."

Harry looked back at her in deep thought, "The night I ran from the Dursleys'." He seemed to suddenly remember. "You were at the Leaky Cauldron."

She chuckled. "I was there at the park before the Knight Bus appeared too. I called the Bus for you. You weren't alone."

"Why?" He looked at her, knowing there were a lot more she wasn't telling him.

"One day you'll know." She touched his hair. "Now, about this." she picked up his left hand and looked at it, drumming her fingers on his skin.

Harry watched as the wound reappeared but the pain didn't. He moved his hand, surprised at what he was seeing. It looked like a realistic tattoo.

"I have detention tonight again, will this survive some new scratches?"

"Hm." Florence frowned, picking up her wand and casting some other spells on his hand. The letters shimmered and stopped. "How good an actor are you, Harry?"

He frowned at her question. "What? Why?"

"Because you'll have to pretend it hurts, for you won't feel a thing now."

He looked from his hand to her face, surprised. "For real?"

Hermione spoke for the first time since arriving with Florence: "You're a staff member. Should you be doing this?"

Florence chuckled, "That's the most Gryffindor-ish question one could make right now." She looked at Harry, "And the fact that you didn't think to ask me that tells me something about you."

Harry whispered, blushing a little: "The Sorting Hat wanted to put me in Slytherin."

Hermione gasped.

Florence chuckled. "Did it now? It would certainly make things easy if it had. Why didn't it?"

"I asked it not to. Ron had said Slytherin was bad."

Then Florence laughed. "Well, I'd love to see your father's face hearing that you almost ended up in Slytherin." She looked at his hand once more. "This will still bleed, so I'll teach Hermione a healing spell to help with that, you just have to remember to pretend it hurts."

"I will." He seemed impressed that she had helped him. "Thank you, Madam Delacour. For everything." He added, feeling that she had done a lot that he didn't know about.

"Don't mention it, dear." She replied. "Ask for help. You don't have to do this alone."

"I will think about it."

"That's a Slytherin answer if I ever heard one." Said Florence, teasingly. "Maybe I should get you transferred."

Harry seemed worried. "Is that possible?"

"Nope. But if it were, I'd certainly do it." She smiled, picking up a vial from inside the bag she had taken with her. "Now, I brought you this."

"Dreamless Potion." He said excitedly, recognizing the vial.

"Yes. Drink it once you're already in bed."

He took it from her and held it against his chest – keeping it close as if it were his most valuable possession, breaking her heart a little.

Then he said: "I'll take it upstairs and go to the Great Hall for dinner."

Hermione then said: "I'll wait for you here, Harry."

"Thank you again." He smiled at Florence and she nodded, removing the spells she had put on the common room, and watching him go to his dormitory.

"That was pretty impressive." Hermione said. "The way you got him to calm down so fast. Usually when Harry gets that worked up, he shouts at everyone who tries to get close to him."

"I raised James, Mione." Florence reminded her. "Harry's tantrum was nothing compared to what my firstborn used to do."

Hermione blushed at the mention of him. "He gave me an awesome book."

"I know." Florence sighed, it was clear Hermione was enamoured with her son, so she felt like warning her: "It's just, James can be... a lot."

Before Hermione could say anything they heard:

"Who's James?" Harry asked getting close to them.

"My son." Florence said as she watched Hermione turn bright red.

Harry looked at her, surprised. "You named your son after my dad?"

"No." Florence smiled. "I named him after my grandfather, but your father liked to say it was in his honour." She picked up her things. "I'll be going now. Tell your classmates that they can have their common room back." She went to the door and left.

"She's awesome, isn't she?" Hermione said as they watched her go.

"Yes. She has a terrible taste in man, though."

Hermione laughed.

And Harry looked at her with a raised eyebrow: "Snape's son, Mione?"

"What? I-I have no idea what you're talking about!" and she left the common room as fast as she had blushed.

Hogwarts dungeons

Third week of classes

Severus had just left the shower, a white towel wrapped around his hips, and was pouring himself a glass of firewhisky to rest in front of his fireplace in his quarters when his Mark burned.

"Damn it." He muttered, taking his glass and tipping its contents down his throat.

He sent Dumbledore a Patronus, letting him know he'd been summoned and hesitated about sending one to Florence.

She'll only worry.

However if he ended up dead she'd be furious.

But if that happens, I'll be safe in death from her wrath.

So he decided against warning her about his summoning; he just got dressed and flooed from his quarters to the Hog's Head Pub.

He walked quietly out of the empty pub, feeling the cool air of Hogsmeade in his face as he looked around the deserted village.

In the distance he could see his home; Florence and their younger kids were in there; his best memories were connected to that place or to the people that lived there – his family.

He took one good look at it and used occlumency to block part of his thoughts.

Then he apparated to Little Hangleton.

Little Hangleton

Voldemort stood in front of the fireplace in the large meeting room of his house, pondering what he'd do with Severus Snape.

The Potions Master had remained one of his few loyal servants during all the years he'd been gone. However, the man had put his half-blood hands on Florence – and the Dark Lord had warned her what would happen if she ever got back with Severus.

"M-my Lord, sir?" It was Pettigrew at the door. "Snape is h-here."

"Send him in." Voldemort ordered.

And the door opened wider and Severus Snape walked into the room, under the Lord's watchful eyes. As usual Snape's stance and calmness impressed him; his steps exuded a confidence not even Malfoys and Blacks demonstrated in his presence – and Voldemort admired that in the man.

Severus stopped in front of the Dark Lord and fell onto one knee, greeting him: "You summoned me, my Lord."

"Severus, Severus." Voldemort softly spoke. "You asked for a private audience to discuss some family matter. Let's sit at the table and hear what you have to say."

Severus stood up an followed the pale ophidian man to the long table.

Voldemort sat at the head of the table and motioned to a chair on his left, which Severus pulled out and sat.

"Speak, Severus."

"My Lord. What I have to discuss involves your daughter, Florence."

Voldemort leaned forward all of a sudden, interrupting him. "The daughter no one can speak about, for there is a punishment in the form of a curse for those who talk about her in connection to who I've become." He stopped, looking at the other man, intimidatingly. "Tell me, Severus, how can you talk about her and call her my daughter without facing consequences?"

Severus didn't even blink. "I can only guess the Enchantment protects me from that curse, my Lord."

That had Voldemort's attention. "Ah. Blessed by the Enchantment, just like her mother wanted." He murmured, eyeing the other man with some admiration but also suspicion. "You know, Severus... I learned you were involved with her, many years ago." He used magic to have a tray fly from a sideboard cabinet to the table, and he poured two glasses of firewhisky, giving Severus one. "However, you didn't approach me then – so I concluded you didn't know she was my daughter. And I know I was right." He drank from his glass. "And that ignorance was what saved you then, Severus. You see, I didn't want my daughter marrying someone like you – a half-blood. I even threatened to kill you, if Florence ever got back together with you." He smiled, finishing all the contents of his glass.

"Permission to speak, my Lord?"

"Sure. It's your funeral." Voldemort said, laughingly.

Severus didn't let the man's words affect him, his voice firm as he spoke: "Florence was against all that we stand for when I first met her, however I've gradually made her change her mind. And I married her, through blood magic."

"Have you now?"

"Yes, my Lord."

"So you're saying my daughter doesn't mind that her husband is a Death Eater?"

"No, Milord, she doesn't."

"And tell me, Severus, is she an obedient wife?"

That sounded like a trick question, so he answered ambiguously: "Yes, my Lord. Well, most of the time."

"Now that sounds like my daughter!" Voldemort chuckled. "If you had tried to convince me that Florence bows to your every wish, I'd have known you're lying!"

"Overall, she's a very good and obedient wife, my Lord." Added Severus, finishing his glass of firewhisky.

Voldemort searched the man's mind, looking for some deceit. But, as always, he couldn't find any. He smirked, pouring himself another shot of firewhisky.

"The things good sex can do, my loyal servant." He raised his glass. "I drink to you, Severus." and drank everything at once. "Now, regarding what to do with you." He fixed his green eyes on Severus, amazed at how he couldn't see an inch of fear in the man, nothing but poise and respect. "You know, Severus, killing you would give me an enemy that I'm not sure I can afford to have." He paused. "Who else knows about your marriage?"

"Dumbledore, Pomfrey and my mother. However there are rumours all over the wizarding world about us having a relationship."

"I don't care for those; rumours are just rumours. Wait, you said Pomfrey. The mediwitch?" then he realized why they would need a doctor: "Do you have children, Severus?"

"Yes, my Lord. Two boys, they are sixteen years old."

"Very good. Very good. Where do they study? Not Hogwarts, I reckon."

"No. Durmstrang."

"Excellent! Now, let's keep all of this between us, shall we?"

"My Lord?" Severus didn't understand.

"I've decided to keep Florence as my secret weapon. I shall need her when we take over the Ministry. A beautiful, well-educated mediwitch will be easily accepted by society as Minister of Magic."

"Of course, my Lord."

"You know, Severus. If it weren't for your blood-status, you'd have been the perfect son-in-law right from the beginning. But your brilliant mind, your abilities and your loyalty make up for it a thousand times. That being said, you have my full blessing."

"Thank you, My Lord. That means a lot."

"You can go now."

Severus stood up, bowed in deference and left the room. As the door closed behind him, he took a moment to breathe and looked around the house. Florence grew up here. He realized. This was home for her. He walked slowly around the first floor.

There was a beautiful staircase right in front of him, to the left of it he could see a large kitchen, and to his right the corridor went on and there were two more doors on the left.

He walked to the living room, where everything looked brand new. The money Florence had paid through the years to keep this mansion was certainly well-spent. The place looked brand new.

Severus opened the front door and left, apparating to Hogwarts as soon as his feet crossed the front gates.

Hogwarts

Severus closed the door of his living room quarters, and suddenly knew he was in trouble.

"Evening, Severus."

"Florence." He tried not to smile at her angry face – he loved when she was angry, the sex that followed was always memorable.

"You know, I was at home," she got up, and walked slowly towards him. "Chris and Sophie were asleep, and I was in bed, missing my husband..." she opened up the buttons of his vest and pulled his undershirt from inside his pants, touching his hard abs, "When suddenly my mind was filled by images of my father's house." Her tone became curious. "Why do you think that happened, husband?"

"You miss that place?" he replied, knowing it would only annoy her further.

Florence stopped touching him, narrowing her eyes, "You do like it when you get in trouble, don't you?"

"Oh, yes, love to fuck you all angry."

She sighed, knowing that when he acted stupid she never got anything from him. "What happened there, Severus? Our bond only let me know you were in the house, I couldn't see what was happening."

"I was called for my private audience with your father." He wrapped his arms around her, kissing her lips. "And we discussed: you." He kissed her again. "How obedient of a wife you are."

Florence chuckled. "You're kidding! My father would never believe I'm an obedient little wife."

"That's why I told him you're obedient, most of the time."

She touched his face. "Did he hurt you?"

"No. He said killing me would give him an enemy he isn't sure he can afford." He kissed her shoulder.

She raised her eyebrows, surprised by the information that her father considered her a dangerous enemy to have.

"And he said that he gives us his blessing." added Severus.

Florence stared at him, frowning, "That's it?" it sounded all too good to be true.

"Well, I may have told him you are an ally now. That I was able to change your mind during the years."

"And the kids? Did you tell him anything?"

"Yes. About the twins, as we had already discussed."

Florence nodded slowly. "Yes. They look too much like you to be hidden, and a lot of people know about them already..." she let out a long breath. "So, overall, it went better than expected."

"Well, I'm alive. And you'll have a brilliant future career as his Minister of Magic, when he takes over the Ministry."

Florence looked at him, frowning, "Are you for real? He freaking said that?"

"Yes. 'A beautiful well-educated mediwitch will be easily accepted by the wizarding society' – those were his exact words."

"Holy shit. I... I don't want that to happen." She exclaimed indignantly. "I don't want to work for him!"

"If time comes, you'll have no choice, Flor."

She pushed him away. "This is your fault! You're in danger, our kids are in danger, and I'll have to work for my father in the future!" she nervously touched her hands to her face.

"I'm sorry, Flor." He said.

"Shove it, Severus." She rudely replied, turning around towards the fireplace to leave the dungeons.

"Where do you think you're going, Florence?" he asked.

"Home. Away from you."

In two large steps Severus was right behind her, pulling her into his arms.

"Do you really think I'll let you go? Your eyes are that beautiful light green shade that lets me know the veela is out to play, and this sweet vanilla scent of yours is enticing me."

"If you try anything, I'll hurt you." She looked at him and he could feel she was more than just angry: she was worried, nervous, horny and emotional – she was a mess.

"I never minded some bruises." He whispered, tightening his arms around her and trying to kiss her lips.

So Florence cast: "Expulso!" but he was holding her so tightly that he flew against the wall with her in his arms, his back hit the hard stone wall and he laughed.

"What's so funny?" she furiously asked.

He turned them around, her back hitting the wall then, "I've just survived a face-to-face meeting with my dear father-in-law." He held her hands on either side of her head. "Fighting you and then making you scream on my cock is exactly what I need." He knew his crude words turned her on, "You're all angry, but I can see it: you need to feel me pounding into you, fast and hard, so that you know I'm still here. So that you know I'm still alive." And he saw her wall of anger melting away a second before he took her lips passionately, roughly, invading her mouth with his tongue, moving his head to kiss her deeper, making sure to kiss her until she was about to pass out from the lack of oxygen. "I'm here, Flor." He whispered over her lips, letting go of her hands to remove her blouse, throwing it onto the floor.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, "Fuck me, Severus, right here. I need to feel you. I need you..."

"I know, my love, and I'll give you exactly what you need." He unfastened her pants and she helped him pull them down her legs; then he knelt in front of her, kissing her belly, her upper thighs. "I can smell your need," he rubbed his nose over her red lace knickers and she opened her legs wider. "Put one foot on my shoulder." He ordered.

She obeyed, opening herself up for him.

He tore the delicate lace of her knickers apart with his fingers to access her pink and wet pussy, and wasted no time; he opened her lips with his thumbs and plunged his tongue into her, pressing on her g-spot right at her entrance.

Florence gasped and let out a soft moan, one hand on his hair as she moved her hips against his face.

Yes! Fuck yourself on my tongue. He said directly into her mind and she did as he'd told her to, circling her hips against his face, feeling his warm tongue touching her entrance, caressing her g-spot repeatedly.

"Yes, oh fuck, yeah." She moaned and soon he felt her channel clenching.

He stuck his tongue into her and licked her up a few more times before standing up, his cock out of his underwear, and he hoisted her up, the large mushroom head easily finding her pussy and entering her, moving forward until he was balls deep.

She cried out his name, and he moved, grinding against her more than pulling out, making her feel all of his hard cock deep inside, exactly how she needed it.

He fucked her against the wall, their bodies sliding against each other's, slick with sweat.

She touched his chest, wrapping her arms around his neck, never letting him move away from her, she needed to feel him. "Harder." She whispered over his lips. And he obeyed, moving deeper, slamming his balls on her entrance, but not going faster.

"Feel this, my love." He thrust deep. "I'm here, pleasuring you."

"Yes." She moaned. "You are." And she pulled him for a kiss, their tongues circling around each other; then she whimpered in his mouth, her breath hitching. So he fucked her faster, throwing her right into a strong orgasm, her nails digging into his shoulders as she arched and screamed in pleasure.

"Yes! Cum for me... use that tight pussy to milk my cock." And it was his turn; as her channel massaged his dick deliciously, he groaned and filled her up with his cum.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs getting tighter around his hips, she rubbed her nose on his skin, needing to feel him close to her.

Severus carried her to bed, where he slept with Florence's body draped on top of his, making sure he was there even in her sleep.

Next morning

Florence woke up alone in bed, smelling the sweet scents of coffee and croissants and listening to the loud sound of her husband's cursing.

She stretched lazily, erasing from her mind the paralyzing nightmares she had almost nightly where Severus had gone talk to her father but the end result had been very different than the reality.

The reality was that they had talked and her father had accepted Severus as her husband. It was a relief – as much of a relief she could feel considering Severus's role in the war.

Her stomach growled and Florence got up, put on the fluffy black bathrobe that smelled like her husband, and sleepily walked towards the cursing.

LINHA

Severus watched his beautiful sleepy wife walking towards him, her hair all messy, her smaller frame being engulfed by his large bathrobe.

She walked right into him, resting her head on his chest, her arms around his waist. "Morning, Sev." She mumbled, with her eyes closed, a small smile on her lips.

He felt his annoyance vanish and wrapped his arms around the warm female body against him. Florence looked up at him, her beautiful emerald eyes sparkling as she stared at him. He kissed her good morning.

"What has you cursing this early, Severus?" she asked softly.

He sighed, picking up the letter he had received that morning.

"Umbridge has been appointed Hogwarts High Inquisitor, which gives her the right to interview all teachers under the excuse of guaranteeing that our teaching abilities, and what we teach, are up to Ministry standards."

Florence smiled at that, seeing it as an opportunity to mess with Umbridge's head.

"Do you think she'll want to evaluate me too?" she asked with a wicked smile.

"I sure hope she does." He chuckled, giving her another kiss. "Breakfast is already served, my princess, you sit down to eat and I'll pop into your fake quarters and check if you got a letter too."

She nodded and kissed him once more before sitting at the table, where a delicious breakfast waited her.

Severus walked into the fireplace, flooed to her unoccupied quarters, and was back within a minute.

"And here you are!" he gave her a letter with the Ministry seal.

"Oohh... I'm scared." Joked Florence, opening the envelope.

Mediwitch Delacour

The Ministry's concern over what has been happening in the prestigious Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry has demanded immediate action from the Ministry, therefore all teachers and staff will undergo an evaluation by Hogwarts High Inquisitor, Dolores Umbridge, also appointed the new Professor of Defence Against the Dark Arts.

Your evaluation is scheduled for the fifteenth of October, when the High Inquisitor Umbridge will accompany you during your daily activities.

Best regards.

Cornelius Fudge,

Minister of Magic

"So each of us will spend a day being followed by that toad Umbridge." Said Florence, smiling. "Please call me to assist you the day she follows you around! I'll love to play some tricks in her mind."

"Sure. Mine is on the eleventh." He gave her one of the croissants he had ordered from the kitchens. "And of course I'm calling you that day! I don't want to have her corner me and ask me to dinner again."

Florence laughed. "Poor baby. I'll be there. After what she tried to do to Harry... That thing she calls detention, but it's nothing short of torture. If I hadn't intervened, the boy would have been scarred for life. Not even father-dearest could stop me from taking the chance to mess with her."

"I believe he'd approve of it, love."

"He sure would." She laughed, biting her croissant.

October 11th

Severus began his double period of Potions with sixth-year Slytherins and Gryffindors as usual: by being slightly rude and taking a few points from the Lion's House.

"Today you'll be brewing the Draught of Peace." he explained, looking around the classroom. "As you should already know, that's a highly delicate potion; for that reason, Mediwitch Delacour is here today to help me keep an eye on you, so that no one gets themselves killed by the potion's vapours, nor puts any of us in a coma."

The brief high-pitched sound of a throat being cleared called everyone's attention to the door: where they saw Dolores Umbridge walking into the room, uninvited; her bright pink blazer and skirt clashing violently with the dark colour palette of the dungeons.

"Good morning, students." Umbridge smiled at all of them and then her eyes fell on their teacher. "Prof Snape, and..." then she saw Florence. "Why is she here?"

"She's a healer." Severus explained, as if it was obvious. "I requested her presence here to guarantee the students' well-being. I don't believe the Ministry would approve of me letting students drop dead in class." he raised an eyebrow and walked towards the students not waiting for her reply.

Umbridge looked at Florence, as Severus was walking away from them, and whispered: "I see you're a harder stain to remove that I had previously thought."

"Oh, you have no idea, Madam High Inquisitor." Florence smiled.

Severus cleared his throat and continued addressing the students: "You have all the ingredients and steps on your desks. You may begin, now!" and he began walking around the room, watching the students work, glaring at them.

Umbridge approached him, beginning her evaluation. "Do you really think they should be learning such a difficult potion, professor?"

"I only follow the curriculum approved by the Ministry, Madam Inquisitor. Any problems you have with it should be taken to the Department of Education."

"Oh. Of course, professor." She said cheerfully, making an annotation on her clipboard.

Florence pretended to get something in the storage room and hid in a corner.

It's time to start playing with her. She sent her husband.

He discretely nodded.

And she worked on planting in Umbridge's mind the hot image of Florence and Severus kissing passionately.

Umbridge was following Severus when she suddenly stopped and touched her head, looking around the room as if searching for someone. Her angry and disapproving eyes stopped on Florence who was on one corner of the room and then she looked at Severus, who was right in front of her.

"Something wrong, Madam High Inquisitor?" he politely asked.

"Yes. But we'll discuss that later." She glared at Florence once more, and then smiled at him. "You can continue your class, Prof. Snape. I'm fine."

Severus arched an eyebrow and continued to walk, verifying if all students were working on their potions correctly.

Florence waited a couple of minutes and did it again, amping up her game, planting the image of her and her husband fucking on his desk right there in that classroom, his hard abs slick with sweat as he pounded into Florence's body slowly but firmly.

Umbridge lost her balance at the unexpected image and knocked a student's cauldron off its stand.

Severus quickly made it float so that nothing spilled on no one.

"Madam High Inquisitor? I'll have to ask you to leave if you can't walk cautiously in here. One cannot be surrounded by full lit cauldrons and have their mind elsewhere."

"It must be the fumes... I-I'm fine. I'm fine." Umbridge grabbed her clipboard and held it close to her body, having lost her pen. She took a moment to look at Severus up and down, checking him out, and smirked, showing him she liked what she saw.

Severus noticed her hungry stare and had to hide his shiver of disgust. He looked at Florence and discretely shook his head, You better not show her anything else. She might jump my bones.

Florence just smiled at him wickedly and winked. You can handle it, stud.

And she put part three of her plan into action: filling Umbridge's mind with plenty of scenes where Severus fucked Florence hard and made her orgasm deliciously, repeatedly.

"Oh, my!" squealed Umbridge, dropping her clipboard, tripping and nearly falling face down on the floor.

Severus stopped her fall by holding her waist. Umbridge gripped his biceps and moved her hands upwards, feeling his strong arms, looking at him with clear desire, quickly noticing what she was doing and taking a step back, shaking her head, looking from him to the students, completely confused; she was breathing a little too fast and her cheeks were as pink as her suit.

"Madam Inquisitor!" Severus used his harshest teacher's voice and the woman seemed to shiver in pleasure.

Be careful, you might make her cum just by reprimanding her. Said Florence in his mind.

I'll make you cum just by reprimanding you later, for making me go through this. He replied angrily.

Hmmm. I can't wait, professor.

The students had all stopped working, their focus exclusively on the three adults and the way their DADA teacher had felt up the Potions Master.

Severus could only imagine the sort of gossip that would run thorough the school corridors later.

"Five points from each one of you!" he told the students, and a collective inhaling sound was heard, followed by silence – only the bubbling of the cauldrons filled the room. "Eyes on your cauldrons or it'll be another ten!"

And the students quickly obeyed. Snape had just taken fifty-five points from his own House. Whatever that was about, they knew it was serious – and none of their business.

"Madam Umbridge." Severus spoke to her again, in his regular voice. "I must ask you to leave my classroom and go see Pomfrey."

Florence walked closer to them. "Prof. Umbridge, could you be running a fever?" she moved her wand in front of the shorter woman's body. "Oh, no. You really don't look so good."

Umbridge looked at Florence with pure hatred, "Is that your professional opinion, Madam Delacour?"

"Oh, forgive me. It's just how I'm used to speak to the uneducated in the medical field."

Umbridge swelled like the toad she resembled at being called 'uneducated'.

Florence kept on talking: "I can accompany you to the infirmary."

"NO!" Umbridge nearly shouted. "No. You stay away from him! I-I mean: me!" she quickly rectified. "Stay away from me! I can go to the hospital wing by myself."

"Alright. Let me show you to the door then." And Florence walked a very angry Umbridge towards the potions classroom door. "Do you still need to evaluate me in two days, Madam Inquisitor?" she asked, innocently.

"No!" hissed Umbridge. "Your improper relations are more than enough to let me know what to write on my report about your person. You can start packing, Mediwitch Delacour."

Florence smirked and whispered so that only she could hear: "I'll make sure to check Severus's quarters for any stray clothing tonight then."

Umbridge had her wand out, ready to hex her.

"Madam Delacour." Severus called her from inside the room.

"Coming, professor." She replied, with a smirk, before closing the door on Umbridge's face.