August 1996
A week before classes began
Snapes' family home
Florence stopped in the middle of her living room, staring at the half-empty walls – if heartbreak made a sound, she'd be hearing it right then – there were no more signs of Elizabeth, Chris or Sophie anywhere; no pictures of them; no toys in a basket in the corner of the living room. She knew if she went upstairs and opened the doors to their rooms they'd all be empty.
Anyone who walked into that house would never guess the twins weren't Severus and Florence's only children.
A second sniffing sound was heard, and Florence turned to see Tiffany by the kitchen entrance, as heartbroken as her Mistress, tears falling from her green eyes too.
"They're gone, Tiff." Florence whispered.
The elf shook her head. "Tiffany doesn't like it, Mistress. Tiffany understands, but... no likes it. No."
Severus stood by the backyard door, feeling his wife's despair, looking at the walls and then at her, who had brought her hands to her face and begun to sob.
He took a moment to think about what their lives would be like from now on: there would be no more tantrums or doors-slamming every time Elizabeth left her room; he wouldn't see Christopher reading in the library, or swimming in the pool; and he wouldn't hear Sophie's coos and giggles and delighted squeals anymore – who knew for how long. No more family meals with all five kids around the long dining table talking at the same time, discussing school, spells, movies, boyfriends and girlfriends.
Severus closed his eyes for a second, missing them already. Then he walked to Florence and wrapped his arms around her shaking frame, feeling her arms closing around his waist as she cried against his chest.
"They're gone, Sev," she whispered. "Completely gone from our lives."
"They're safe, love." He reassured her. "They're hidden and safe."
She shook her head, taking her arms off his waist. "We had to erase them from their own home! From our family home!" She looked around the place. "We had laughter, happiness and baby's giggles. Now... nothing. Only silence."
Severus sighed, feeling his chest as heavy as hers, "We'll be able to focus on winning the war, love, knowing they're safe." He tried to reassure her. "We'll see them every other week; they're not gone forever." He touched her cheek.
"I know that!" She angrily replied, pushing his hand away. "But right now I don't fucking care! I miss them! I want my babies with me!"
Severus knew she wouldn't react well to seeing the pictures gone. "It's just temporary, Flor." He tried to reassure her.
"Ha! Temporary!" She scoffed. "Keep telling yourself that, maybe you'll believe it! Because I don't! We have no idea how long we'll be away from them!"
"Do you want to tell your father about Liz, Florence?" Severus replied harshly.
"Of course not! And you know it!"
"So this is the only solution!"
"This is all your fault!" she shouted.
James and Nicholas walked downstairs then; they had been the ones who had taken everything away, following their father's orders, while their parents took their siblings and grandmother to a safe-house.
They stopped by the foot of the stairs, frowning at the scene in front of them.
This is new. Commented Nicholas through their twin-bond.
"Are you two... fighting?" James asked out loud.
"Yes!" shouted Florence. "You finally got your wish, James: we are not fucking: we're fighting! Happy?"
"Not really." He whispered.
Severus walked towards his angry wife but Florence pushed him hard, "Let go of me!"
The twins winced.
But Severus took advantage of his physical strength and secured both her hands, holding them behind her back. She still resisted him but he pulled her to his chest.
"I'll hex you!" she snarled.
"You know we had to do this!" he immobilized her and held her firmly against himself.
Florence suddenly stopped fighting him, sobbing again.
"They're safe, love." He whispered.
And she weakly replied: "I know." rubbing her nose to his chest as she struggled to take a deep breath through the pain of having to break their family in half. "They're safe." She repeated, reassuring herself.
Severus slowly let her hands go and caressed her back, feeling her arms on his waist again.
Then James asked: "Will you let us know why you took the others away?"
Should we tell them everything? Severus asked her.
No. The less they know the better.
Florence looked up at him and he kissed her lovingly.
Together, love. He whispered in her mind.
Yes. Together. She repeated their mantra. But that doesn't change the fact I'm mad at you.
He chuckled and she managed to take a deep breath before facing the twins.
"We took your siblings to a safe-house because my father only knows about you two – we didn't tell him about the others. And Eileen is there with Sam and Mel to look after them and to be safe as well."
"Too many people know about you two. No spell would work on hiding you." Added Severus. "And after the attempt on your life, James, we fear my mother could be my enemies' next target."
The twins nodded, not fully convinced though.
They're not telling us everything. Said James.
No, they aren't. But maybe they're doing so to protect us. We can't be tortured for information we don't have.
James nodded again, realizing his brother was right. He himself had nearly died already, just for being the son of a death eater; they were part of the war, whether they wanted to or not.
And no matter which side their parents truly fought for, once word got out they were grandsons to the Dark Lord, things would only get worse.
September 1996
Hogwarts, welcoming feast
Florence and Severus were walking from the dungeons to the Great Hall to attend the first dinner of the term, when they heard:
"Merlin's beard! Look who's here!"
And they turned to see Horace Slughorn walking down the Marble Staircase towards them, smiling.
"My two favourite students!" He exclaimed: "And I heard you two are a couple again!"
"Well, yes, professor." Confirmed Florence.
"Ah, my dear! You are even more beautiful than I remembered!" he opened his arms but hesitated: "May I hug her, Severus? If I remember correctly you were the jealous sort."
Florence laughed. "Now that shows how good a memory you have!"
"Go ahead, Professor." Said Severus rolling his eyes.
Slughorn hugged Florence tightly, affectionate as always. "I'm so happy to be seeing you two. The first war took most of the students from your year."
"Yes. That's the sad truth." Florence said.
"I'm glad to see you are here." He touched her husband's shoulder. "Lucky man, you are, Severus."
"Don't I know it, professor." He winked at her.
Florence smiled at him and looked at the aurors by the oaken doors that led to the Great Hall, recognizing a purple head of hair, so she waved at Tonks.
The Ministry had send aurors to help with the security of the school. Around the grounds, the teachers and staff had all cast protection charms and shields to safeguard the school from outside attacks as well.
"Can't believe this is happening again." Said Slughorn as they walked into the Great Hall together. "Say whatever they want to say, but we know which students will suffer the most."
"Yes." Agreed Florence. "Either they agree or disagree with their parents – the Slytherins students will suffer any way." she looked at the Slytherin table, noticing how Draco seemed to be a little isolated from the other students. Only Crabbe and Goyle were sitting near him, Zabini and Parkinson and his other friends – who had all been together in the Inquisitorial Squad a couple of months ago – were sitting far away from the blond Slytherin.
At the Slytherin table
"How the fuck she keeps getting hotter every year?" said, Crabbe.
"Prof. Snape is one lucky bastard." Replied Goyle.
And Draco looked up, although he didn't have to do it to know who his friends were talking about: Madam Delacour. Elizabeth's mother.
He watched as she crossed the Great Hall with Snape and a new teacher towards the high table; she wore one of her customary long-sleeved dresses – no skin showing, yet anyone that looked at her had to agree she was fucking sexy.
Seeing her for the first time since he wrote a very bitter letter to her daughter reminded Draco of what he had lost – and of whom he missed so much it hurt. He discreetly touched the necklace he was wearing under his clothes, where he had hung Liz's flower ring. The day he got that ring back was the worst day of his life – at least so far, for he knew even worse days were certainly ahead of him.
He had exchanged his father's punishments for a Dark Mark in his arm.
At least this way my mother is safe. He reminded himself.
No matter what he had to do in the future – that tattoo on his arm was keeping his mother safe.
Florence sat at the high table and watched Hermione and her ginger friend, Ronald, walk into the Great Hall – but Harry wasn't with them.
She caught Hermione's attention and discreetly turned both hands palm-up in front of herself, asking silently about Harry's whereabouts. The girl shook her head, letting her know she had no idea.
"Harry's not here." Florence whispered to her husband.
"If he doesn't show up soon, I'll go after him."
Florence nodded, glancing at the Slytherin table again.
Draco was still looking at her, and she could see the pain in his blue eyes; the once warm and happy baby-blues were now cold and dull.
Draco is miserable. She told her husband.
He's a death eater now, Florence. The only person happy for being one is Bellatrix.
Florence shook her head, knowing that being Marked wasn't the only reason of his misery. Why follow his father's steps? He hates his father.
The why is easy: Narcissa. Explained Severus. She's what some might call free-game, now that her husband is in disgrace.
What the fuck does that mean? She asked, fearing she knew the answer.
It means if Greyback wanted to fuck her, he would – no matter her opinion on the matter.
She looked at him, completely disgusted and horrified.
And Severus continued: So by becoming a death eater, Draco can protect his mother – at least a little. As long as he does what the Dark Lord orders, she'll be safe.
That's horrible! His options were to let his mother be gang-raped or become a death eater!
He touched her hand discreetly, No, no, don't paint him as a martyr, Florence. Slytherins hardly ever do things without a reason. Draco could've come to us – but he didn't. So I believe a small part of him, unfortunately, still seeks Lucius' approval. And there's also Bellatrix poisoning his mind now...
Florence sighed heavily, remembering Draco had mentioned his aunt in the bitter letter he sent Elizabeth. Her husband was right: Draco could've come to them – at least to her! – but he chose not to.
"Telepathy, is it?" asked Slughorn, sitting beside Florence, looking from her to Severus.
"Excuse me?" she asked, a little surprised by his question.
"You two." Said Slughorn. "You seem to be having the most troubled silent conversation. Is it a Telepathy Charm?"
"Oh. No, professor." She smiled. "We are bonded by an old magic, the Enchantment."
"Merlin's beard! That's lovely! I actually met one other couple who was blessed, but..." he hesitated, quickly regretting mentioning that. "The woman, she died and the man, he... uhm... well, he ended up going down a very dark path." He hid his uneasiness with a smile. "I'm happy for you two. And I believe the rumours about a certain set of twins are correct?"
"Yes, professor." Confirmed Severus.
"Good. Good. Where do they study?"
"Durmstrang." Florence replied. "But they've finished it already. James is beginning his potions studies, while Nick is interested in Charms."
Slughorn nodded. "Both brilliant careers! I remember you had an aptitude for Charms, Florence. No wonder you're such an amazing healer. I've followed both your inventions, you know, and I'm truly amazed by your Golden Potion. Such a delicate and balanced concoction. Must be hell to brew it."
"Ooh, yes." She confirmed. "Takes a whole day from ingredients preparation to bottling." She looked at him. "But about the blessed couple you say you knew... were they students here?"
Severus looked at her, You think he meant...
She just nodded.
"Oh, no!" exclaimed Slughorn, visibly uncomfortable to be talking about that. "I mean, he was, but she was French, attended Beauxbatons. They met when they were adults."
Then Florence looked at her husband, having confirmation Slughorn was talking about her parents – and that he had kept in touch with her father after he left Hogwarts as well.
Harry is here. Severus said, a few minutes later, making Florence look at the Gryffindor table. And... he has blood on his shirt.
She frowned, looking at Harry and then at Draco – who was smirking as he watched Harry wipe his face.
Draco had something to do with that. Florence let her husband know as she arched an eyebrow at the blond boy and he just shrugged. She shook her head and Draco, at least, seemed a little uncomfortable by her disapproval.
Then Dumbledore walked into the Great Hall, after a few new students had all been through the House Selection, and all students quickly sat at the tables. He glanced at the high table and smiled at Florence before going to the pulpit to begin his welcoming speech.
She didn't return his smile though – still angry at him for what her and her husband would have to do in the next ten months.
"Very best of evenings to you all." Said Dumbledore to the students. "First off, let me introduce the newest member of our staff: Horace Slughorn. Prof. Slughorn, I'm happy to say, has agreed to resume his old posts as Head of Slytherin House and Potions Master."
The students seemed confused, looking at Snape at the high table and wondering what he was doing there if the newcomer was going to teach Potions.
"Meanwhile," continued Dumbledore. "The post of Defence Against the Dark Arts will be taken by Prof. Snape."
The Slytherin table erupted in applauses and cheers.
But Draco didn't join them. He looked at Snape and frowned, wondering if he hadn't asked to become the DADA teacher just to interfere on the task the Dark Lord had given him – just like his aunt Bella had warned him he would.
"As you know," Dumbledore was still speaking, his voice heavy with concern now. "each and every one of you were searched upon your arrival here tonight. And you have the right to know why. Once, there was a young man."
Florence looked at her husband, Is he going to tell them my father's story now?
Probably.
And Dumbledore did: "Just like you, he sat in this very hall. Walked this castle's corridors. Slept under it's roof. You see, to all the world, he was a student like any other. What was his name? Tom Riddle."
And there it is. Severus said.
Slughorn tensed up beside Florence, the mentioning of his ex-student's name making him nervous.
"Today, of course," they heard Dumbledore say. "He is known all over the wizarding world by another name. Which is why as I stand here looking out upon you all tonight, I'm reminded of a sobering fact: every day, every hour, this very minute, perhaps... dark forces attempt to penetrate this castle's walls. But in the end, their greatest weapon... is you." His eyes fell on the Slytherin table and not one student there didn't feel at least a little uncomfortable. Dumbledore finished: "Just something for you to think about. Now, let the feast begin!"
"Hope you're not upset I took your place as Head of House, Severus." Said Slughorn as they ate.
"No longer being responsible for those spoiled dunderheads could never upset me – it actually gives me nothing but joy, Prof. Slughorn."
Slughorn laughed. "You say that now! Can you believe I missed them? Yes, Severus! I missed the students! Retirement is not as marvellous as people claim it to be!"
Severus shook his head. "Missed them? Retirement must have damaged your memory of what's like to teach these little animals, professor."
Florence snorted, "As if you wouldn't miss teaching if you ever stopped."
"I have James to teach." He shrugged.
"Right." Florence snorted. "'Cause that will be a walk in the park. Try calling him a dunderhead to see what you'll hear."
Severus sipped his wine to hide his smile.
"Did you miss St. Mungus when you left, Florence?" Slughorn asked her.
"Yes. But, surprisingly, I get to see a lot of action here at Hogwarts as well."
"Ah, that's what you get putting hundreds of untrained wizards under the same roof – a lot of work for healers." Slughorn laughed.
"Indeed, professor." She nodded. "I'm just glad our February will be calmer this term. Hopefully you won't continue the tradition of brewing Amortentia and deliberately forgetting to lock the potions lab a week before Valentine's day."
Slughorn nearly choked on his wine, coughing between laughs. "That's so wicked, Severus! I'll certainly be stealing that idea!"
"Oh, boy." Florence shook her head.
Not long after dessert had been served, Florence left the Great Hall to wait for a certain blond student in the Slytherin common room corridor.
Luckily he was one of the first to show up and he was alone. But she saw him take one look at her and grimace – he knew why she was there.
He tried to enter the common room, but Florence held his arm. "Mr. Malfoy. A word, please."
He made her let go of him and turned his back on her, walking down the corridor without saying anything.
Florence sighed in irritation at his silly attempt to ignore her. If he wasn't going to stop on his own, she'd make him stop. "Locomotor mortis."
And he fell face-first onto the stone floor, furiously shouting: "You have no right!", sitting up and pointing his wand to his own legs. "Finite incantatem!"
But his counter-spell didn't work.
Florence cast a couple of protection and privacy spells in the corridor as she walked towards him until she stopped in front of him. "How have you been, Draco?" she asked as if he weren't sitting on the floor because she'd hexed him.
He looked at her through narrowed angry eyes. "Fine."
"Really?" She raised an eyebrow. "That's not what I heard."
And he growled at her: "That's none of your business!"
Florence smiled then, her voice low. "Oh, but it is. It certainly is. You see, your death would deeply affect my daughter. Actually your stupid choices are already making her suffer. And that makes you my business, Draco."
He sneered at her: "You're a hypocrite! You made her break up with me while your husband is the Lord's most loyal..."
She interrupted him: "I know what my husband is, Draco. I married him with the Mark. And he has my full support." She paused. "However, you knew my daughter wouldn't support you on that decision. You could wonder why she doesn't want to be a death eater's wife, but since we both know how shitty life's been to your mother lately, you already know the answer. And you made your choice." She finished, accusingly.
"I had no choice!" he growled still trying to get his legs free from her spell.
"Didn't you?" she looked at him knowingly. "Or did you choose the path that would hurt you but grant you some glory, instead of a path that would keep you safe but unsung?"
The boy didn't reply.
Florence continued, her voice softening a little: "You are a child, Draco – acting as childishly as your age. You could've reached out to me, you could've sent a message through Liz. But you chose not to." She shook her head, getting closer to him and whispering: "Let me share with you a little secret: you won't do it."
He seemed surprised she knew he had to do anything, but quickly realized it was obvious that Snape knew and told her: "You think I can't do it?" he growled furiously.
"Draco, I haven't even considered imagining if you're capable or not to fulfil your task." She said, dismissively. "I'm just letting you know that you won't do it." She freed his legs and he stood up.
"I will finish my task! I will restore my family's glory!"
Florence just smiled at him, seeing how desperate and lost he was and getting less worried – he'd break soon.
"I'm still here, Draco. You were a little shit writing the words you did to my daughter. You broke her heart – hurting your own in the process. But I'm still here. Try to remember that before your next stupidity." And she left the corridor, not giving him the chance to reply.
Second week of classes
Severus was waiting for Florence near the marble staircase, so they could walk to lunch together, when Slughorn approached him.
"Ah, Severus! I must congratulate you! Granger and Potter are amazing students!"
He frowned as suddenly as he heard that. "Potter?"
"Yes!" exclaimed Slughorn. "I mean, he must have inherited Lily's natural talent for potions but you, of course, played a big part in honing his abilities."
Severus was looking at the professor in silent bewilderment when Florence walked downstairs towards them.
"You look very confused, Severus." She chuckled, touching his arm. "What happened?"
"Prof. Slughorn is telling me about his great students: Granger and Potter."
"Harry?" she frowned just as he had.
"Yes, my dear!" exclaimed Slughorn. "Granger is amazing, but Harry gets to be even better!"
Now Severus was really surprised: "Better than Granger?" He looked at Florence: Something's not right here. Have we fallen into some sort of parallel universe?
She laughed and just conceded: "Maybe Harry did some studying during vacation, Severus."
He arched an eyebrow at her, "If anyone could learn to become a decent brewer during the length of summer vacation, I wouldn't be here teaching daily for nine out of twelve months, Florence."
She just returned his arched eyebrow and Slughorn laughed.
"What did he brew to have you so proud of him, professor?" she asked.
"Harry prepared a perfect Draught of Living Death, in an hour!"
"Perfect? In an hour? Harry?" Florence looked at her husband, agreeing with him: Something's truly up. I'll have to ask Hermione – she must be furious Harry is better than her.
Later, in the dungeons
Florence walked into her husband's private quarters and said, smiling: "It truly is your fault, you know?"
Severus looked at her with a frown: "What's my fault now?"
"Harry doing well in Potions."
He rolled his eyes, looking down at the parchment in front of him again, "We've already stablished I am not a miracle maker, Florence."
"No, you're not." She explained: "However... have you heard of the Half-blood Prince? Harry's got his Advanced Potions book." She sat on his desk, as usual.
Severus raised his head, looking at her in dawning understanding. "Now, that makes sense. He's using my notes."
"Your notes?" she raised an eyebrow.
"Our notes." He corrected himself, smiling. "He's using our notes to get good grades and brew faster than his classmates." He crossed his arms. "How did you find out?"
"Hermione told me Harry got a book from the classroom cupboard and it's full of weird shortcuts."
"I completely forgot about that book."
Florence picked up one of the essays he was grading and started to mark it herself to help him. "Didn't you write some spells in that too?" she asked. "Langlock and Levicorpus?"
"Yes, I believe I did." He sighed. "I guess we'll just have to keep an even closer eye on Harry now." He suddenly grimaced.
"What is it, Sev?" Florence worried. "Are you being summoned?"
"No. But I think I wrote Sectumsempra in that book."
"Did you write what it does?" she looked at him with little apprehension.
"Nope. Just... For enemies."
Florence got off the desk, shaking her head, and sat on his lap. "These godsons of ours. Draco is playing the evil death eater and Harry is cheating in Potions and carrying potentially dangerous information about spells around..."
"Why do people have kids?" he whispered, kissing her lips.
And she laughed. "Asked the father-of-five that wanted to surpass the Weasleys."
He caressed her face, moving his hand behind her neck and pulling on her hair.
"Are you hungry, love?" he nipped on her jaw.
"No." She exhaled, loving the kisses down her neck and the forceful hand on her hair. "Lets have dinner afterwards."
"After what?" he pretended not to know what she meant.
Florence bit and sucked on his bottom lip, "After you make me scream your name a couple of times."
Severus stood up with her in his arms and carried her to their bedroom – making her scream his name more than just a couple of times.
October 1996
Florence walked into her husband's private lab a little before noon one morning and stopped at the door. There was someone in there, someone who looked exactly like her husband did twenty years ago.
"James?"
"Hey, mom." He smiled. "Did I scare you?"
"Scare wouldn't be the right word." she walked to him, kissing his cheek. "You certainly surprised me. Why are you here, love?"
"Dad's testing me. He gave me four basic potions to brew, but he wants to monitor my progress and technique not just the end results. He's popping in between classes."
"And why are you wearing all black, James?" she asked, already imagining the reason.
He never wore black from head to toe, James was a blue jeans and white shirt guy.
"Why, mom. To mess with the students, of course. There were two here a couple of minutes ago."
Then Severus appeared at the door that led to the potions classroom. "What did you say to them, James?"
"That I – in this case you," he pointed his father. "had found a way to look young again. They said they didn't understand, so I called them stupid and threatened to take fifty points from their House if they didn't vanish – they were Hufflepuffs by the way."
Florence couldn't contain her laughter. "That would be exactly what you'd say, Severus!"
"Good." He replied, smiling. "Maybe I'll keep you here as my assistant."
Hey. Florence said through their bond, looking at him up and down. I like being your assistant.
Severus looked at her with a smirk, You'll be promoted to Bedroom Assistant, Madam Delacour.
James rolled his eyes, knowing they were silently flirting. "If that's what I'll be subjected to, no thanks."
Florence tilted her head. "One would think you'd like the idea of being under the same roof as your girlfriend."
That caught his attention: "Now, that's an interesting point of view, mom."
It was Severus' turn to roll his eyes. "As long as you don't fuck her on my books again." he stopped beside his son, observing what he had done already.
"Can't promise that, dad." James replied. "For I've got no intention on fucking her in your bedroom." He shivered in disgust. "Fucking on where you might have conceived some of us is not a sexy thought."
Severus stopped analysing what he had done so far and looked at him, "I'll get you your own bedroom here." Then he smirked, "However, none of you were conceived in the dungeons."
But Florence corrected him: "Christopher was. Over an Amortentia cauldron."
"Alright!" exclaimed James. "TMI, people! Geez."
Next day
Great Hall
Hermione sat at the Gryffindor table to have lunch by herself. Harry was somewhere reading his stupid potions book and Ron was nowhere to be seen. Suddenly Neville sat beside her, looking very worried.
"Did you hear?" He whispered to her. "People are saying Prof. Snape found a way to make a youth potion to rejuvenate twenty years!"
She rolled her eyes. "Such a potion cannot be done, Neville. It's probably just another made up story. Like the vampire one."
"No! Two Hufflepuffs actually saw him brewing in the lab. They said he looked young and... hot."
"Wait." She realized what could be happening there. "A young and hot Snape was brewing in the lab?" she smiled.
"Yes."
She jumped out of the bench and ran to the dungeons.
Potions Lab
James was finishing bottling the first potion of the day, Wiggenweld for the infirmary, when he heard someone opening the door and a sweet voice saying:
"I knew it was you!"
And he looked up to see his girlfriend standing by the door.
"Hey, kitten." James went to her, taking her lips and closing the door, pushing her against it before deepening the kiss.
Hermione hummed in delight, her body trembling as she was trapped between him and the wooden door, his elegant hands going under her skirt.
"Why didn't you let me know you were here?" she whispered.
"Got here just yesterday." He kissed her neck. "I was going to send you a message this afternoon."
She unfastened some of the buttons of his black shirt, chuckling. "Hufflepuffs are talking about how your father made a youth potion."
He laughed, "Nothings stays secret for long in Hogwarts." Then he pulled her chin up, pressing a thumb between her lips, whispering: "I'll need an assistant this afternoon, Miss Granger."
She sucked on his thumb, knowing he was suggesting she skipped classes to stay with him in the lab – alone. It was so wrong, so wicked – and she wanted it badly.
"Don't you need any assistance now, Mr. Peverell?" she whispered over his lips, pulling the hair tie off his hair, letting the long dark strands fall forward, barely touching his shoulders, framing his face.
"I sure do, Miss Granger. I have a very hard problem to solve."
"Oh, really?" She smiled. "Well, I have a very tight solution for it." She replied, pressing herself against him and tangling her hands in his hair, sighing as he grabbed her butt and grinded his cock between her legs, "You've turned me into a succubus, Jamie."
"Shouldn't have opened your bedroom window for me, kitten." He replied, referring to the many late-night visits he paid to her house during vacation, while her parents were asleep.
She didn't reply, she just captured his mouth with hers and they shared a passionate hot kiss; her hips movingagainst his lower belly, letting him know she needed some friction between her legs.
James touched her centre but stopped, looking into her eyes but not sensing any hesitation, so he ripped her stockings apart and then pulled her knickers to the side.
She gasped deliciously.
"Fucking dripping for me, kitten." He kissed her, as a finger entered her channel. "Next time, I'll have a bed, love. I promise." He said, hoisting her up against the wall and opening his own pants.
"I don't need a bed, Jamie. I need you."
He soon was pressing his cock into her hot channel and they were both moaning. James pressed in balls deep, reveling in the warmth and slickness wrapping tightly around his cock. He moved almost fully out and then slowly in, grinding into her, making her tremble and grab on to him as his cock touched her cervix.
"Yes! Jamie, harder!" She couldn't control herself, he was perfectly thick and knew how to use his cock to give her mind-blowing pleasure.
"Holy fuck." He groaned as her walls clenched on him, as if trying to suck cum out of him.
He moved harder and faster into her, her screams intensifying and she was cumming, arching and panting.
He kissed her violently, swallowing her cries of passion as he remembered they hadn't cast a silencing spell.
"Fuck me, Jamie! More!" she begged breathlessly.
He walked her towards the worktable and put her legs down.
"Turn around, hands on the workable, Miss Granger."
She shivered and quickly obeyed, feeling his hands pulling her uniform skirt upwards, the broad head of his cock pressing into her pussy again. "Yes, Jamie. Give it to me!"
But he entered her body and stopped, just watching the sexy picture she made bent over the long worktable, flushed and gasping for air.
"Move!" she complained, thrusting her hips back.
"No..." he held her firmly. "I'm enjoying having you all flushed and needy under me." He hissed in pleasure as her pussy clenched on his cock. "Damn, kitten." He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, whispering right in her ear: "You want me to make you cum again, don't you?"
"Yes! Please!" she begged. "Jamie, make me cum!"
"Fuck." He groaned, loving seeing her brilliant mind melting under his touches. "I want you shaking on my cock, kitten. I want you... screaming." And he held her hips harder, moving harder and faster, pounding her towards a mind-blowing climax.
Hermione did scream, his thick cock ramming into her from behind so deep and fast that she forgot any other thing existed but him; she arched her back as a strong orgasm wracked her body, tensing up every muscle and making her whimper.
James felt his cock being squeezed by her drenched folds and slapped her ass in punishment for trying to make him cum.
Her breath hitched, surprised she had enjoyed that. "Again!" She shouted. "Spank me!"
"Bloody hell!" he closed his eyes, of course she'd enjoy being spanked, she loved being dominated, the little sadomasochist, "You're fucking perfect, kitten." He spanked her twice and she was cumming again. "Uughn... sweet tight cunt!" He grunted and lost himself completely inside of her, pounding her hard and filling her up with cum.
He rested his forehead between her shoulder blades and breathed, his cock still jerking inside of her.
"You're fucking perfection, kitten." He kissed the back of her neck and slowly helped her up.
Hermione turned around in his arms, kissing his lips lovingly, their breaths still a little irregular.
"Will you be around from now on?" she asked, after scourgifying herself.
"Yes. I'll be assisting dad." He replied, fastening his pants.
She kissed him again, caressing his hair. "I love you, Jamie."
"Love you, kitten."
They were kissing when the door was opened.
"Five points from Gryffindor."
The kissing couple jumped apart and Hermione scowled at her boyfriend's father.
"What for?" she asked.
"For distracting my assistant." Severus arched an eyebrow. "And another five for cheek."
She rolled her eyes at him and turned to James, "I'll come here in the evening to take you on a tour." She kissed James once more and left.
Severus closed the door behind her and looked at his son. "You're lucky I have a permanent silencing spell around the lab and my quarters."
"And I won't even ask why is that." James replied, going back to bottling the Wiggenweld.
"I won't lie and say I'm comfortable with your relationship with Granger." Said Severus. "However, I know she's a good girl, hard-working, a little too clever for her own good. But you could do worse so..."
"Thanks, dad." James glanced at him, quickly changing the subject: "Will you ask for lunch soon? I'm starving."
Severus snorted: "I bet you are."
December 1996
Florence was in the corner of the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom watching as the sixth-years Gryffindors and Slytherins arrived.
She approached Draco as soon as he walked in.
"Mr. Malfoy. I need a word with you."
But Draco didn't even look at her, he just replied: "I have none for you."
Florence was a little surprised by his public demonstration of disrespect.
And Severus immediately intervened: "Five points from Slytherin, Mr. Malfoy."
But the boy just sneered: "You can take another twenty. I don't care about the stupid House Cup."
Severus glared at him, "I'll see you in my office, later, for detention, Mr. Malfoy."
Sitting on his desk and opening his bag, Draco dismissively replied: "I won't be attending, professor."
And the classroom fell silent.
Florence took a step forward, touching her husband's arm. He's testing you.
Severus glanced around the room, seeing Granger and the other students were looking at him and Draco with surprised expressions.
"Mr. Malfoy. I don't care if you deem yourself as important as Potter now," he mocked the boy. "In my classroom you're nothing but a student, subordinated to me; and you will respect this school's mediwitch."
"I don't have to do anything!" Draco stood up, facing his teacher. "I'm not listening to her nor going to your office. You two can fu..."
Severus cast a silent Langlock on the blond teenager and ordered: "Everybody out!"
And the students rushed out of the room without another word.
Florence locked and cast a silencing spell on the room once the last student left.
"Now." Severus said, still looking Draco in the eyes, "You'll hear what Florence has to say."
Draco turned his furious blue eyes to her, a flicker of pain weakening his angry façade as he looked at her face – unable to stop himself from noticing her expression was exactly the same as Elizabeth's.
Florence spoke softly, as if she was dealing with a cornered wounded animal.
"You've been skipping meals, Draco, losing weight since the beginning of the term. That's not healthy. You look even paler than normal." She paused. "I'm worried about you."
Severus added: "Not to mention you've required to be removed from the Quidditch team – when you were the one who bought his way in four years ago."
"Also," said Florence. "Prof. McGonagall told me you didn't deliver two Transfiguration homework assignments."
"And you haven't been performing your prefect duties – since when torturing Gryffindors and docking points aren't interesting for you anymore?" Severus finished.
Florence cast Langliber then, allowing the boy to speak again.
"Why are you two pretending to care?" Draco growled. "We're alone in here! You don't have to play the concerned godfather and the nice mediwitch." He walked towards Severus defiantly. "You will NOT steal my moment! My glory! You won't push me aside like you did my father!"
Severus just smirked at the boy's foolish display of bravery. "Who told you I did that? Bellatrix?"
Draco didn't reply.
So Florence spoke: "It may interest you to know, Draco, that Bella was part of an attempt on James's life earlier this year."
Draco frowned and looked at her. "What? She tried to kill him?"
"Yes. James was poisoned with a rare Noxious potion." said Severus.
The Slytherin froze. "Noxious?"
"You can imagine who provided the poison, can't you, Draco?" she continued. "Your father wasn't pushed aside by Severus – he dug his own grave; he put himself and his personal interests above the Dark Lord's plans."
Draco's blind anger had vanished, he looked confused and worried. "How... How's James?"
"Alive." Said Severus. "Thanks to his own quick thinking and his mother's abilities."
Draco nodded. "Good." He then looked at them both, the couple who knew more secrets about the war than anyone else, the parents of the girl he loved – and who he had hurt. "I don't need your concern nor your help." He wasn't shouting anymore. "I am doing this."
Severus just shook his head, looking at the young man in front of him with pity. "Florence's already told you: you're not. Whatever Bella is saying to you, she's playing you, Draco."
The blond fisted his hands, anger rising again: "I will finish my task!" he growled.
Florence stood beside her husband and ran a hand down Severus' arm, entwining her hand in his and looking at Draco: "Every action has a reaction, Draco. And the consequences of what you're wanting to do will be much worse than just a guilty conscience." She paused. "We are here, we have always been here." She reminded him and something flickered in his blue eyes again.
However when he spoke, he still sounded angry: "Stay away from me! I don't need your help!" And he turned to go to the door. But he stopped, showing them that something they said had touched the boy, at least a little. "Can I be dismissed, professor?" he asked, politely.
Florence looked at Severus and he nodded, so she moved her hand and the door unlocked.
"He'll break. Soon." She whispered once he left.
"Yes. And that can be very dangerous, Florence. He's just a child."
She nodded, knowing he was right, a desperate Draco would be a danger not just for himself, but to others as well.
Note: Dumbledore's speech was inspired in the 6th book/movie speech.