December 25th, 1997
Hogwarts' safe-house
During Christmas, Severus watched how Florence hugged and kissed their three younger kids, it was clear she missed them. She had long conversations with Liz, discussed transfiguration and wand-cores with Chris and coloured with Sophie.
But Severus knew his mother had noticed something was different with Florence the moment they had arrived.
"Is she sick?" Eileen asked when she found her son alone in the kitchen.
"No."
"Then why you, Tiffany, the twins and even Sam and Melody are all hounding her?"
"She's pregnant."
Eileen gasped. "But I thought after Sophie..."
"Well, it wasn't planned. And it's a high risk pregnancy – twins on top of it. That's why one of us is always near her."
"Two more babies!" Eileen smiled, clapping her hands excitedly. But her son's worried expression had her smile faltering. "I saw on the Prophet that she had stepped down from the Ministry, but they didn't give a reason."
"The Dark Lord doesn't want it to be public knowledge yet."
She immediately knew why he looked less than ecstatic. "Fuck. He knows?"
Severus nodded. "Yes. We had to tell him. She had to stop flooing daily."
Eileen could see how much that was weighing in her son's mind. "She'll be fine, Severus. She's young and healthy."
He shook his head. "I don't let myself believe anything else, mom. I can't..." his words got stuck in his throat, the pain of thinking Florence could die during childbirth was suffocating.
She hugged him tightly, "What are you naming them?"
"Lily-Rose and Stephen." He replied, knowing the names would make her happy.
Eileen gasped softly, "Awn, after my parents? That's so lovely, Severus."
He looked at Florence who was on the sofa talking to Liz in hushed tones while Sophie played on the rug. "Flor is my priority now."
"Has she ever not been?" Eileen asked with an arched eyebrow.
And he chuckled. "No, she hasn't."
"It'll be alright, son." Eileen hugged him. "She's strong."
"That she is, mom."
Florence glanced up and smiled at him. Talking about me, husband?
He smiled back, Love you.
Then Elizabeth complained, rolling her eyes: "Ugh, can't you two just stop?"
"Nope." Said Severus, smirking as he walked to his wife with a glass of water; he sat beside Florence and pulled her close to his side.
Sophie jumped onto his lap, "Mommy said she has two babies in her tummy, daddy!"
"Yes, baby-girl. Out family will have three more babies soon. Two from your mommy's and another one from Nick's fiancée's tummy."
"So I won't be the baby anymore?" Sophie frowned, thinking hard about that.
"You'll always be our baby, Sophie." He said, kissing her forehead. "Don't worry."
"I'm not worried, daddy. I'll be a beautiful grown up like mommy and Liz." And she jumped off of his lap.
It was Severus' turn to frown, realizing she was right: she'd be as beautiful as Florence when grown up, She'll want to have a boyfriend in ten years.
Florence rolled her eyes and laughed, Ten years, Sev!
"Hey, mom?" they heard Chris ask as he walked out of the library. "Which House do you think I'd be sorted into?"
"I think you'd be a Ravenclaw, love."
"That's cool! What about Liz?"
"Slytherin, for sure." Said Florence, smiling at Liz and Chris. "After the war, it'll be great to have you two in Hogwarts."
"And when Chris finishes school," said Nick, "Sophie will be entering it, and then Lynne, Lily and Stephen."
"Hogwarts will never be without a Snape child for the next twenty years!" laughed James.
"Don't let McGonagall hear you, she'll certainly retire if she does." Said Severus, making his wife laugh.
First week of January, 1998
Holiday Break
Florence was having breakfast in the mostly empty Great Hall beside her husband, when something pink caught her eye.
"What the fuck?" she exclaimed in a whisper, making Severus look up from his plate and smirk.
"Ah, yes. Yaxley said she'd be coming here to deliver an invitation for tonight." He replied with a smirk.
She growled low, "And you didn't tell me that because..."
"Because I like seeing you all jealous, wife." He winked.
Before Florence could reply, they heard:
"Good morning, Headmaster Snape." Said Umbridge a little too cheerfully, looking at him with her large greedy eyes.
Florence felt her veela jumping to attention as she sneered at the woman in front of her, "You're still thirsting after my husband, Dolores? You already know you won't be the first to be hexed for it – but you might certainly be the first one to die because of it." Her eyes flashed a lighter shade of green, her veela refusing to accept some woman's interest in her mate.
Severus chuckled at the fear that took over Umbridge's expression.
"I-I brought a-an invitation." Stuttered the short woman, her chubby hands holding an ivory envelope.
Florence reached out her hand and waited for Umbridge to give it to her.
"If that's all." Florence said once the envelope was in her hand, seeing Umbridge give a step back.
"Y-yes."
"Get the fuck out of my sight!" Florence ordered.
Umbridge glanced at the other people on the table and bowed briefly before turning and leaving the Great Hall.
Florence opened the envelope and read the invitation for an interrogation party later that day – knowing very well that there would be no interrogation happening, but tortures and possibly rapes.
He asked me to bring some Draught of Despair tonight. Said Severus. I'm taking the numbing one we invented. That way, the victims will only suffer from their own thoughts, they won't be able to feel anything done to their bodies.
Florence nodded slowly, thinking: There's that at least. But why would father be inviting us for this? He never did.
Another chance to show us off, I believe. He most certainly will want you to not hide your belly.
Florence touched a hand to her belly. She had reached 21 weeks, and she was finally showing the five months after a month of rest and Severus and Tiffany making sure she ate nutritious food every two hours and took her daily vitamins. The dizziness had gone away completely and so had the nausea. She was able to eat better and Severus was able to breathe a little easier.
And now her father wanted to expose her pregnancy to his followers.
Severus touched her hand over her belly, sensing her nervousness. Together, my love.
She smiled at him, Always.
Little Hangleton
Later that evening, Florence and Severus flooed to her father's house; she hoped the sooner they arrived, the sooner they could leave.
There was already a large number of guests in the living room, all eyes turning to them as they walked out of the fireplace.
Florence exchanged a glance with her husband, both their minds shielded by occlumency, but he knew her well enough to be able to imagine the disgusted comment she'd have made if she could.
Then she stopped all of a sudden, for by the corner of her eye she saw Nagini crossing the corridor towards the training room. She hadn't seen her childhood friend since the war had begun.
"Hey, Gini." she hissed in Parseltongue.
"Fucking hell, Florence!" Severus whisper-shouted, one hand on his chest. "You scared the shit out of me." He said just for her to hear; no matter that he knew she was a Parselmouth, he never heard her speak it, so it had certainly surprised him. He looked at her clearly angry, while she was laughing at him, "I'll give the potions I'm carrying to an elf and wait by the stairs."
Florence nodded and walked towards Nagini, the huge snake had stopped and raised her enormous head to look Florence in the eye.
"Dear Flor. I was hoping to see you here soon."
Florence wrapped her arms around Nagini, and the snake rested her head on her shoulder welcoming the hug.
Nagini was part of her father's evil plans, but she was also part of Florence's childhood memories – happy ones, where they read and played together.
Florence touched her thick neck, finding comfort as her fingertips caressed the misleading softness of Nagini's skin, and her eyes filled up with tears – her pregnancy hormones making her more emotional.
"You're sad." said Nagini.
"I recently found out you're a Maledictus." Florence said, looking at her large face. "Why have you never told me?"
Nagini moved in what looked like the snake equivalent of a shrug: "You were a nice friend, but you were a kid, there was no need to make you sad. I can see you're sad for me now – don't be, Flor. I've had a very good life, and I owe a lot of it to your father."
Florence nodded, understanding her point.
"And why didn't you go looking for me? After father went missing?"
"You were plenty busy already, Florence. With studies and work and your sons."
"So you knew about the twins?"
Nagini nodded. "I learned about them after your father got hurt. But I knew he'd be back. So I went home and waited."
"I understand." Florence said, touching her silky-smooth neck affectionately – as weird as that was for those watching them, Florence felt at ease with the giant snake. It deeply saddened her to know that her snake-friend was a horcrux and would have to die.
Severus, as well as the guests in the living room, watched that scene in full shock and fear – if anyone there had any doubt Florence was the Dark Lord's daughter, right then she had showed them all that she truly was.
Then the door of the training room was opened, and Voldemort walked out of it, saying in Parseltongue: "My two favourite girls." His face contorting in what was a smile as he saw Florence and Nagini talking in the corridor.
Florence smirked, using Parseltongue too: "Don't let Bella hear you, father."
He laughed softly and looked at her, his green eyes shining with pride. "You look radiant, my dear." One hand touching her lower belly.
"Thank you, father." Florence looked from him to Nagini again. "It was great talking to Gini again."
"Lovely seeing you with child," Nagini said. "You're a truly beautiful woman. Severus is a lucky man." She looked at the man. "Hope he treats you well."
"He is." Florence chuckled, winking at him. "And he does."
"Wouldn't accept it any other way." Said Voldemort, glancing at him too, before speaking again: "Your room has been readied for you, dear."
"Thanks, father. I'll go rest a minute before cleaning up for dinner then."
Voldemort kissed her forehead and Florence walked upstairs, being followed by her husband.
Florence entered the bedroom she had called hers for seven years of her life, noticing how it had changed; her single bed had been transfigurated into a queen-size bed, the pink on the walls had been covered with white and there were no more toys around the room – but a picture on the nightstand called her attention.
"What the FUCK was that?" she heard Severus exclaim after he had locked the door and cast a silencing spell.
She stopped looking at the framed picture and laughed at his incredulous expression. "You know I'm a Parselmouth, love. And you know I like Nagini."
"That was the most bizarre thing I've ever seen in my life!" He wrapped his arms around Florence, gently pulling her chin up for a kiss. "I saw Nagini eat a whole person once. And you were fricking hugging and petting her!"
"She was a friend, Sev. And I'm sad she'll have to die... I like her."
"Just for the record: if she didn't have to go, she wouldn't be living with us. Nope. No fricking way."
"I know, Sev." She sighed, kissing him. "I know."
He let his arms go from her waist, looking around the room. "So this used to be your bedroom here?"
"Yes. Only it's a bit different, it used to be pink and have a lot of toys all over it." She pointed at the framed picture. "That is the only thing that looks the same."
Severus picked up the picture, watching a beautiful young woman with long white hair and warm purple eyes hugging and kissing a little girl with long caramel wavy hair and emerald-green eyes. Florence couldn't have been more than five in that picture.
"Your mother was a gorgeous woman." Said Severus, remembering the picture they had home, taken a few days before Sophie Delacour died. "And our Sophie looks exactly like you when you were a kid."
"I know, right?" Florence smiled at the picture. "If she were alive, she'd have been an amazing grandma. She always wanted to have a lot of kids. She'd have wanted us to have at least ten babies."
"I always knew I'd like her." He winked at Florence, putting the picture back on the nightstand and wrapping his arms around his wife.
"She'd have adored you." She said.
"Not sure that's a compliment considering she loved and married your father."
Florence laughed and pulled him towards a glassdoor.
"Come check the bathroom." she looked inside, "Well, here it all looks the same."
"Holy shit." He exclaimed. "I can't believe you left all of this behind to go to Hogwarts and spend summers at my mother's! You were truly raised like a princess."
"Hm, in your mother's house there was a tall dark-haired young man I fancied, you know." She winked at him. "I'd rather have him than a marble bathroom."
"Oh, really?" Severus said, pulling her into his arms again. "What about we take advantage of this beautiful shower and try for triplets?"
She chuckled and soon they were under the hot water spray, Florence's hands against the wall as she arched her back and her husband fucked her from behind slowly, being careful to not go too deep, just taking her to total bliss in a delicious unrushed pace.
"Severus…" Florence gasped, feeling her orgasm close, as the hot water fell on both their bodies
He cupped her sensitive breasts, his eyes on the mirror above the sink across from the shower stall, watching her reactions. He pinched her pebbled nipples and she arched, moaning low, lowering her hands to her clit, touching herself as he pressed his cock on her g-spot.
Severus groaned as he watched her move, her back arched, ass up for his pleasure, legs spread apart. He caressed her ass and thighs, making her shiver in anticipation.
"Spank me, Sev." Florence begged, needing to feel him take over her body, needing to be his.
His right hand came down on her right ass cheek, spanking her lightly, leaving a red mark.
Florence whimpered and pushed her ass back, asking for more. He delivered a few more slaps to both her ass cheeks and, she threw her head back, his name being shouted from her lips.
Severus gripped her hips and fucked her fast, thrusting in just of his cock, any deeper and she felt uncomfortable.
She was so hot and tight around his member, her moans filling his ears and all he could think about was her delicious body and how submissive she looked in that moment. Florence's red rear pushing back, impaling herself on his cock, matching his thrusts; until her breath hitched and she shuddered, feeling her climax was close.
"Fuck me, Sev! Ooh... Please don't stop!" she moaned.
Then his hands were tugging at her hair while he fucked her faster.
"Yes!" she screamed as she felt him pulling her hair.
Her orgasm washed over her, being heightened by the feeling of his hot seed spurting inside of her seconds later.
Severus rode her through their orgasms, only stopping when his dick became too sensitive. He slowly let it slip from her body and helped her stand up straight, running his hands down her body, her back against his chest.
He pulled her face to the side and kissed her slowly, their tongues touching lovingly, drunkenly.
"I think we missed dinner." she murmured with a smile.
"Probably. But we still have to go down there, Flor." he said seriously.
"I know." She sighed, turning around to face him. "But since we've already missed dinner, we can stay here a little longer." She touched his wet chest, raising her chin to have him kiss her again.
"As tempting as that is," said Severus, both hands on her ass. "We should go down there to give your father the chance to show you off."
She snorted: "Right, cause you have no interest in that at all."
"Of course I do." He caressed her wet body, giving attention to her round belly. "I want to show off my sexy wife filled up with my babies."
She laughed, kissing his lips, "So let's go, before I attack your sexy body again." She ran her hands down his hard abs.
"Flor, stop." He said, knowing she was trying to distract him long enough that they missed the party completely. "We have to go, my love."
She stopped touching him and nodded, silently turning turn off the water and accepting the fluffy white towel Severus handed her.
When Florence walked downstairs in a skin-tight ivory dress that stopped mid-thigh and showed her curves and round belly in all their glory, all eyes in the living room turned to her.
Severus walked beside her, keeping a hand on her back, possessively, as they moved towards her father.
"You look gorgeous, my dear." Said Voldemort, caressing her lower belly, clearly letting all know he was very happy she was pregnant. "I'm glad to see you showing you're expecting; I can only imagine how proud you are, Severus."
"Very much so, my Lord." He bowed his head.
Florence forced a smile, deep down hating to be shown around like some prized brood mare.
"Sorry we missed dinner, father. We got carried away."
Voldemort's green eyes sparkled with malice as he replied: "I understand."
All of a sudden, a loud scream pierced the air and Florence realized the interrogations had begun in the training room.
She scanned the living room, looking for Narcissa, knowing her friend couldn't be happy for being there after the things Lucius had allowed other men to do to her; watching those tortures had to be a trigger for her own nightmares.
"Narcissa and Draco are over there." Said Severus, realizing who she had been looking for.
"Excuse us, father." Florence said, walking away to go talk to her friend, feeling Severus right behind her.
"We won't stay long." He whispered in her ear, staying between her and a small stage that had been put in the middle of the living room, blocking her sight of whatever was about to happen there.
Narcissa looked at Florence and smiled weakly, before hugging her, whispering: "Thank you."
"Have you heard about Nott's death?" Florence asked, after hugging Draco, pretending not to know why she had thanked her.
"Yes, we have." Said Draco with a smile. "A horrible accident with a thestral."
"Yes, horrible." Agreed Florence, when they both knew it hadn't been an accident, but and Imperioed thestral who had killed and eaten Nott inside Hogwarts grounds.
Then Florence noticed the boy had a large purple mark on his left cheek, so she quickly touched her wand to his face and whispered: "Contusus deleo."
"Thanks, Mrs. Snape." Draco replied with a smile.
"Don't mention it, dear. How are things?" she smiled weakly, watching him blush and knowing he was most certainly thinking of Elizabeth.
"Good." He cleared his throat, controlling his blush as he glanced at his godfather. "Just living one day at a time, ma'am. Surviving. Resting."
She knew he and Liz had been sharing dreams almost daily, and she was happy for them – and glad once more that one couldn't get pregnant through shared dreams.
"Do you have any new names, Cissy?" Florence asked.
"No." the blue-eyed woman smiled, clearly relieved. "When news of Nott's death arrived, I let Lucius know and he hasn't invited any other man to our bed."
Florence nodded, looking at Draco, suddenly understanding the bruise he had sported until minutes ago, "So he's resorted to hitting you?"
"I can take it." The boy replied with a shrug.
Florence glanced at Severus and, by the tightness of his jaw, she knew he was furious.
But then Rebastan Lestrange dragged a young woman to the small stage and Yaxley joined him, giving her a vial of the Draught of Despair.
Florence immediately gripped Severus' hand and he knew they should leave before they witnessed the woman being tortured and raped.
So they said their goodbyes to Draco and Narcissa and entered the fireplace, flooing to Hogwarts.
Headmaster's quarters
Florence walked from the living room to their bedroom and sat on the bed; Tiffany quickly appeared, helping her remove her shoes and unzip her dress.
"I hope father never invites us to that kind of party again. It's absolutely disgusting!"
"I hope so too, love." Severus sat beside her, getting her left hand between his two. "But tonight he just wanted to show the others that you are healthy and pregnant. There were rumours when you stepped down from the Ministry."
Florence nodded, understanding it had all been to prove that they remained as strong as ever.
"Who's next on Cissy's list?" she asked, getting up to put on the nightgown Tiffany had brought her.
"Rebastan."
"Hmm. How will he die?"
"James will take care of him."
Florence nodded. "I wish we could just end Lucius once and for all. Seeing Draco hurt tonight just made me want to watch that man bleed!"
"I agree, my love. But not yet." Said Severus, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her lips.
"Soon though?" she asked
"Yes, soon."
Last week of January 1998
24 weeks pregnant
Headmaster's quarters
"Evening, Tiff." Said James as he walked into his father's private quarters.
"Good evening, Master James." The elf replied, smiling.
Then he heard noises coming from the bedroom and stopped dead on his tracks. "What the hell...?" he whispered, taking a moment to realize that those were shouts of anger and not sexual ones, he let out a relieved breath and sat on the sofa, picking up the Daily Prophet to read while he waited for them to stop quarrelling.
"It's not like I'm burning the furniture because I thinks it's fun, husband!" he heard Florence growling.
Glancing around the room, James noticed that one of the armchairs had a burnt hole on its side.
"And this is your fault!" His mother continued shouting. "You brewed the contraceptive potion! You put these babies in me!"
Then his father spoke, and even without seeing him, James could tell he was trying to placate her: "You knew about the chances of biological interference, Florence."
"You're the fucking Potions Master!" she said accusingly, and James thought he could hear tears in her voice.
"Healers are just as knowledgeable in potions, love – as you like to constantly remind me."
And the silence that followed, had James rolling his eyes, his parents had ended their aggressive flirting session, so they were probably snogging now.
"I'm already here!" He shouted from the sofa.
Severus had seen the tears falling from Florence's eyes so he pulled her to his chest, gently kissing her lips.
But her hands fisted on his shirt and her tongue rubbed against his hungrily.
That was when they heard: "I'm already here!"
And Florence laughed. "Guess we'd better not traumatize him any further."
"I wouldn't mind." replied Severus, running his hands down her body.
But Florence hit his chest playfully and opened the door, walking out, going towards James and kissing his cheek. "Hey, baby."
"Hi, mom." He smiled at her, touching her large baby bump affectionately.
"Evening, son." Greeted Severus. "How was your task?"
"Hey, dad. All done. Rebastan is becoming acromantula dinner right as we speak."
"You saw him die?" Severus asked, needing confirmation. "Saw them eat him?"
James made a face, "I saw his head being literally bitten off so... yeah, I'm sure he's dead."
Florence sat beside her son, holding his right hand in hers, "Where's Nick?"
"Where do you think, mom?" James asked with a smile. "Pampering Fred, of course. There was also an emergency meeting tonight. He said he'd come here as soon as it was over."
They saw Tiffany helping the kitchen elves set the table and James got up, reaching a hand to help his mother onto her feet as well.
"Thanks, baby." She hugged James, briefly. "Have you heard from Mione? Does Harry know already what the unknown Horcrux is?"
"No, mom. He's been trying to find out, but grandfather is keeping his thoughts very much closed."
"Shit," she looked at her husband. "Without having at least a clue of what that horcrux is, it won't be easy to find it."
"No, it won't." Agreed Severus. "Hogwarts is too big, it's not like we can simply apparate Harry in here and let him look around trying to feel it."
She nodded, it could take weeks or even months to find something in the castle that they didn't even know what looked like.
They sat at the table and began having dinner in comfortable silence.
Until Nicholas suddenly walked out of the fireplace, looking worried.
"Hey, baby!" Greeted Florence, quickly noticing he looked worried.
"What's wrong, son?" Severus asked.
Nick kissed his mother's forehead and smiled at the sight of her large belly, remembering his own daughter inside his fiancée – who he had just spent an hour with.
"I have absurd news..." he looked at his father.
"What is it?" Severus asked, concerned.
"Next week, on the 4th of February, there will be an attack on the death eaters who have been tailing some Order members... a group will lure them into a park after midnight and attack."
"A park?" exclaimed Florence, concerned. "As in the open? Risking having muggle witnesses?"
Nicholas nodded. "Yes, mom. But the worst part is Potter will be with them. He showed up at headquarters tonight and decided to stay till that day."
James looked up at him. So Mione is at headquarters?
Yes.
James finished his glass of wine, stood up, kissed his mother's cheek and ran to the fireplace, shouting for Lupin's place and disappearing.
"Granger is there, I gather." Severus said.
Nick nodded. "Yes."
"And who had that fucked up idea of luring death eaters to a park?" asked Florence.
"Moody." Nick said.
"Stupid auror!" Growled Severus. "Should've let him die at the seven Potters mission! Then he wouldn't be coming up with that stupid plan."
"What will we do, dad?"
Severus sighed, very irritated, "Let them go ahead with that. I'll make sure I'm called to be there in case it all goes wrong."
Order Headquarters
James walked out of the fireplace and looked at the packed living room, greeting the members of the Order and searching for his fiancée.
"Hey, J-man!" shouted George. "Mione went upstairs!"
"Thank, G-dude!" And he took the stairs, reaching the third floor – an addition to the house since the Weasleys and the Order had all moved in – and walking towards the bedroom he knew his fiancée called hers there.
"I've told you, Ronald: I'm not interested!" James suddenly heard Hermione say rather angrily, so he walked a little faster, hearing her speak again: "I'll fucking hex you again if you don't leave me alone!"
"C'mon, Mione!" James heard a male voice as he stopped by her bedroom door. "You don't have to pretend with me! You're just making that engagement thing up! You're still a virgin and bought yourself that fake diamond ring to try and make me jealous!"
James frowned, taking advantage of the door being ajar and peeking inside, he could see the back of the youngest Weasley boy – No.6, as his father called him.
Hermione continued: "I don't have to prove anything to you, Ronald. I know what I am and I know my engagement is real. If you don't believe it – that's your problem. Now, leave! I don't remember having invited you in."
"Is that how you wanna play? I'm done playing, Mione! I'm here to get what I want. Now!" And he moved towards her.
"Locomotor mortis!" she cast, furious.
And James burst into the room at the same time, a burning rage taking over him.
"James!" Hermione exclaimed, surprised and a little concerned of his reaction upon seeing a man in her room – after all, she didn't know how long he'd been there and if he had heard their conversation.
But when he didn't look at her, she feared he had concluded the worst as she watched the way his furious gaze was fixed on the redhead sitting on the floor trying to get his legs to work again.
"So," James spoke, his voice slow and lethal, very similar to his father's before someone ended up in a gruesome detention. "You were here to get what you want?"
Ronald looked at him, trying to make him understand: "Yes! She's been fucking teasing me, man! For years!"
Hermione gasped indignantly. "How dare you?"
"And when exactly was she teasing you, Weasley?" James demanded, not believing him for a second.
"At school, she'd always smile and be helpful, arguing with me over the most stupid things–"
"I was your friend!" Hermione shouted. "I was helping you and being friendly! And any discussion with you is stupid, because you're dumb!"
But Ronald continued: "Then we went camping together a while ago, and she cooked, tried to make the tent homey and was always bathing half-naked."
"Bathing half-naked?" James asked, jealousy flashing in his eyes.
"How else was I supposed to wash myself?" she growled, her arms crossed over her chest.
"And then, all of a sudden," added Ronald, his voice heavy with mockery. "She showed up saying she was engaged, after the Malfoy Manor mess. And engaged to you, of all people!"
"Do you have a problem with me?" James asked.
"No! Of course not!" Ronald was quickly to answer, trying to hide the fear from his voice. "But you're not the kind of guy she needs; she's a nice girl, she needs love and kindness."
James barked a laugh, "Love and kindness? Like what you're doing here?" his smile slowly morphed from amusement to rage as he leaned forward and picked up Ronald from the floor, dragging him to the corridor and throwing him there – his casual demonstration of strength making Hermione tingle in all the right places as she stopped by the door of her room to watch.
"I want to kill you, Weasley." James admitted venomously, a few feet into the corridor. "Hermione can perfectly protect herself, but if she couldn't, you would try to rape her."
Some people had showed up in the corridor, on their way to their beds and stopped to watch that scene.
"She'd have enjoyed!" shouted Ron.
Many gasps were heard and James had his wand pointing at Ronald, silently casting: Sectumsempra! And the redhead screamed in pain as his face and chest started to bleed from several deep cuts.
"Don't ever get five feet near my fiancée again, Weasley." James ordered. "If you do, you're dead." Then he turned, wrapped an arm around Hermione's waist and pulled her into her bedroom, locking the door and warding it before looking at her, noticing that her amber eyes showed a mix of feelings: anger, sadness and fear.
James touched her face with both hands, "Don't be afraid, kitten. You defended yourself pretty well."
Hermione shook her head. "I'm not afraid of him. I'm afraid you're mad at me."
James frowned, "Why would I be mad at you?"
"I don't know..." She caressed his chest. "You walked in and didn't even look at me, then all those questions... I feared you believed him."
"No, kitten. Never!" James kissed her lips and held her very close to his body. "I was just so angry, I couldn't look at you in anger. I wanted to kill him! Men like him think women owe them something, that they can just take whatever they want from a woman." He growled, looking at the door, considering if he shouldn't just go there and kill him. "He doesn't deserve to live. I should cut his hands for trying to touch what's mine!"
Hermione felt a shiver of desire running up her spine, and for a moment she thought how indecent was the way she was creaming herself at his protectiveness and possessiveness.
She touched his chest, going to his neck and pulling him down to a kiss, her tongue invading his mouth and circling around his, the sensual feeling making her weak in desire.
James fisted a hand in her hair, controlling her movements and making her moan as he tugged her head back and trailed kisses down her neck, smelling her skin and reveling in the feel of her curvaceous body rubbing against his.
He touched a hand down her curves, grabbing her ass and grinding their crotches together.
"I want you, kitten." He groaned.
"You have me, Jamie." she gasped. "I'm yours!"
He walked her to the double-bed and pushed her onto her back, removing his sweater and shirt.
Hermione quickly moved to sit on the edge of the mattress, touching his naked chest and licking his ripped lower belly, her hands working on opening his black jeans.
She pulled his pants down and looked up at him, biting his hard dick over the fabric of his underwear.
James groaned in pleasure. "You're so fucking sexy, kitten. Get that sweet mouth on my dick, love." He caressed the side of her face, rubbing his thumb on her lips.
She pulled his underwear down and wasted no time, her tongue moved around the broad head of his cock, loving the way he moaned and the small spurts of precum that fell into her mouth.
"Yes, kitten." His velvety voice making her tremble. "Take me deeper, love." He fisted a hand in her curls and pressed into her mouth.
Hermione hummed in appreciation, his strong hand forcing her to take his cock deeper, and she shivered in pleasure – she craved his hand controlling her, he'd been increasingly teasing her, and she had done enough research to venture a guess that he enjoyed being dominant in the bedroom – but he had yet to take full control of her sexually.
James fucked her mouth for a few minutes, groaning words of praise, "You're doing so well, kitten. Such a delicious mouth, eager to suck me."
She pulled him in him harder.
James' legs trembled; he had been slowly testing Hermione's acceptance of the things he enjoyed the most sexually, but he hadn't gotten rough with her yet – not as rough as he truly liked anyway.
"Take me deeper, kitten, let me fuck your throat."
Hermione knew her already drenched knickers could no longer soak up all her juices, for she could feel her inner thighs getting wet. She rubbed her thighs together, trying to get some friction.
James noticed the way she was squirming in front of him and he stopped thrusting into her mouth, pulling his dick out of her completely.
"No! Please, Jamie, I want..." She panted, her cheeks flushed with need. "I want you to cum in my mouth. I want to choke on your cock." She looked into his eyes, remembering she had read that dominants, when aroused, usually reacted strongly to requests of submission – she also read pushing a dom could get you in trouble, but if it got her fucked, she would worry about a punishment later.
"Fuck, love." James groaned and pushed his dick between her swollen lips again, going deep and holding her head there, feeling her throat massaging his member. "Damn it, Hermione." He moaned, nearly losing it at the sight of her swallowing around him greedily.
Her hands tapped his thighs and he knew she was nearly out of air. He slowly let his dick out and she gasped for a few seconds, soon sucking on him again, making him hiss in pleasure: "Yes. You love being choked by my cock, don't you, kitten?"
"Yes, Jamie. Yes! Do it again. Choke me again!" She whimpered, licking him wantonly.
And he couldn't stop himself, he thrust between her lips and fucked her mouth fast before pressing a hand around her throat again, holding her head with the other hand, almost fully blocking her airway.
Hermione's eyes rolled inside their sockets; the feeling of his hands taking control of her, the one in her hair gripping almost too tight, the pull on her scalp nearly painfully so, had her moaning around him.
"You love servicing me... fucking cocksucker." He moaned as he pulled out, lightly hitting her swollen gasping lips with his hard dick; and Hermione knew his control was breaking – and that's exactly what she wanted.
James had said many filthy things that he wanted to do to her, but he had yet to deliver on any of the amazing fantasies he had planted in her head.
She felt like she'd die if he kept on holding back – yes, he was intense and a little rough, but she wanted him out of his mind in need, she wanted to be thoroughly fucked, she wanted him in full control of her senses.
"Fuck my mouth, Jamie." she begged him, dipping her tongue into the slit of his cock.
"Fuck, Hermione, you're making me lose it." He growled. "You want cum, kitten?"
"Yes! Please." She could see his control snapping and she internally fist-pumped herself.
His next question had her shivering all over: "And which do you want more? Cum or air?"
"Cum, please, sir." She whimpered.
He gripped her hair tightly, growling in the back of his throat, "You have no idea what I want to do with you, love. I'm pushing down your throat and making you swallow every drop."
She closed her eyes, feeling pleasure running up and down her spine.
James pushed his cock between her lips and she eagerly took him in, but he didn't give her time to get used to his girth this time, he just thrust forward fast and hard, gripping her hair more firmly than before.
After a minute, she tapped his legs, but instead of pulling out to let her breathe, he pushed deeper down her throat.
"I asked you, you chose cum." James growled, his legs shaking. "Now take it." and he felt his dick jerk inside her wet and tight throat.
Hermione trembled in desire and pleasure, feeling owned by him as he held her and made her take his cum.
Air? Who needed air? She'd gladly pass out if she could feel like that: mind blank, nothing but James filling up her thoughts.
He slowly backed out and let some cum fill her mouth, slipping out and painting her lips with his white seed.
"Clean me up, kitten." He ordered, breathing irregularly.
Hermione gasped for air, having never felt so aroused in her life before. She licked him clean, her tongue catching every drop from around her lips and off his member – like he had ordered.
James tugged on her hair, pulling her face up and studying her expression.
"You purposely pushed me, Hermione." His dark eyes glinting dangerously. "Don't try to deny it."
"Yes, I did! I want all of you!" She panted. "You promise you'll do things to me... but you never do them!"
"What do you want me do to?"
"Take me. Fully. Control me. Do whatever you want to do with me. Fuck me, edge me, take my ass." she looked into his eyes, pleading with hers. "Own me, Jamie."
He swallowed down his dry throat, the need in her eyes too tempting for him to deny her – but he feared he'd scare her away if he took her like he wanted to take her. "You don't know what you're asking for, Mione."
He leaned down to kiss her but she turned her head to the side, forcing his hand off of her hair and standing up, angry.
"For a while now, James, you've began whispering filthy fantasies in my ear when we're fucking, and I want those things!"
He shook his head, making Hermione angrier, "You put a ring on my finger!" She shouted. "If I'm marrying you, I need to know what you really like!"
His expression turned dark. "If? There's no if here, Miss Granger: you're marrying me!"
"So show me what you like! I need to know if I'm able to satisfy you!"
"You satisfy me plenty." He said between gritted teeth.
"NO!" she angrily replied, pushing against his chest. "You give me your worst or this is not going to work!"
He frowned. "Are you threatening not to marry me, Hermione?"
"Yes." She looked into his eyes, defiantly.
"You don't know what you're asking for." He repeated.
"I've been reading about it." She admitted, her voice trembling when she spoke next: "Will you hurt me?"
"Yes." He didn't deny.
She gulped, "But will I enjoy it?"
"Considering how you shiver every time I pull on your hair and slap your ass... yes, I believe you'll enjoy it."
She felt her throat going dry, her whole body was extremely aware of his masculine presence. "Give it to me, Jamie. Give me your worst." She begged.
He hesitated for a second and then he was kissing her lips, pushing her onto the bed on her back again, falling on top of her and pressing her arms against the mattress on either side of her head, using magic to bind them there.
"Safe word, Hermione." James demanded. "I need a safe word."
"Camping." She gasped. "The thing I now hate the most in my life thanks to you."
He chuckled. "Camping it is. If I do anything you're not comfortable with, you use that, Mione."
She nodded, anxious to know what he was going to do to her.
"Use your words, love. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Hmm. You can keep calling me Sir, I love to hear you say it. But when you cum: I want my name on your lips."
"Yes, Jamie." She moaned.
So he divestoed her and smirked, "You're mine, Hermione Granger. You're not threatening not to marry me. I'm showing you tonight how mine you are."
Her heartbeat sped up and she panted under his intense dark gaze.
James slowly lowered his head to her lips, nipping on them, teasing her.
"I'm owning you tonight, love. Every inch of your body will be mine." He ran his tongue over her lips, making her gasp softly before kissing her neck, biting the curve of her shoulder and going to her breasts.
She moaned loud when his lips closed around a pebbled nipple and he sucked hard while holding the other one between his thumb and forefinger, making her nearly cum just by that.
He changed his attention to her other nipple, pinching the one he had just been playing with – she groaned when his fingers pressed on the overstimulated bud.
"I can smell your cunt, kitten." James looked into her face, lowering one hand between her legs. "Fuck!" he hissed as his fingers got coated in her juices. "You like being bound under me, love?"
"Yes. Give me more!" she loved the way his body pressed her against the mattress.
He tutted, "You're mine. I decide what I give you." He kissed down her stomach and kneeled between her legs, still with his unfastened black jeans on, his dick back inside his underwear.
He caressed her inner thighs, pushing them wide apart and kissed around her centre, never really touching her clit or entrance though.
"Fuck!" she gasped, arching on the bed at the sight and feeling of his dark head of hair between her legs.
"You're dripping on the sheets, kitten. This is all from choking on my cock?"
"Yes, sir."
He touched her inner thighs, wishing he had his leather flogger there – but he'd be introducing it to her soon.
"Such a naughty witch. I saw you squirming and rubbing your thighs together as I fucked your wicked mouth." He licked and bit her bare pussy lips, first one side then the other.
"Yes." She gasped. "Please. Lick me! Fuck me!"
He opened her up and her breath hitched as he blew on her exposed entrance and clit.
James watched as she clenched in need and he licked her, a long swipe of his tongue that warmed her core and made her try to close her legs.
"Do I have to tie your legs too, kitten?" he asked.
And Hermione was surprised by her own response: her whole body trembled in anticipation.
James arched an eyebrow, "So you like that idea?" He chuckled and with a few movements of his right hand and a silent spell, she felt her legs being spread wide open, her knees bent in the air, kept in place like that by the same invisible ropes from around her wrists.
"Now, where was I?" James whispered before returning his tongue to her pussy.
"Yes. Fuck, yes!" She moaned, trying to move her arms and legs unsuccessfully, loving to be helpless under him.
Two fingers entered her pussy and he sucked hard on her clit, making her scream his name as she suddenly came in his mouth.
But he didn't stop. Ignoring her engorged clit for a moment, he kept on licking her entrance, spearing his tongue inside of her, deep enough to be able to caress her g-spot.
"You're cumming for me again, kitten." He ordered, spearing three fingers inside of her and pressing his tongue on her pulsing clit – and she instantly came for him again.
James drank her climax, licking her clenching folds until she was squirming.
Then he sat back on his feet, looking at her with a smirk.
"You look absolutely gorgeous, love. Flushed skin, sweaty curves, all bound and spread open, your dripping needy cunt exposed. Got two orgasms and is begging for more."
"Yes, I've been so good." She was whimpering, sounding desperate. "Give me your cock, Jamie. Please!"
He divestoed his jeans and boxer-briefs wandlessly and held his hard and thick cock in his hand.
Hermione trembled as he poised his dick on her entrance. And there was that smirk again in his lips – a smirk she had always loved but now she knew it meant he wasn't giving her what she wanted.
He rubbed his cock against her drenched pussy lips, pressing just the head inside.
"Fucking pussy trying to suck me inside." He growled, deciding to give her what she wanted – on his terms though.
With her legs wide open on his sides, he thrust into her body in one deep and fast movement of his hips. Then, not giving her a second to adjust, he pulled out completely and thrust inside of her again, beginning a fast and punishing rhythm, slamming against her g-spot and going deep to press against her cervix.
Hermione screamed and trembled under him, not knowing her own name anymore. Her next orgasm started and never ended, each thrust of his dick added to his sucking on her nipples kept her climaxing again and again.
"Give me... your cum!" She hoarsely begged. "Ooh, Please."
And James growled, the responsiveness of her delicious body added to that sweet begging nearly ending him.
Then she felt his heavy body pressing her onto the mattress, and his hand was around her neck, pressing on the sides but not blocking her airway. Hermione opened her eyes to look at him, panting heavily.
"I'll ask you again, kitten: which do you want more?" his voice sinfully sexy, heavy with need. "Air or cum?"
She didn't even hesitate, arching her head back, exposing her neck to his hand, she cried out: "Cum!"
And he pressed down, cutting her air intake off entirely, making her go insane as he pounded into her bound and overstimulated body, filling her up with strong jets of warm cum.
The feeling of being completely taken by him and his seed painting her inner walls threw her into yet another climax, choked sobs leaving her lips as he slowly removed his hand from her throat.
She breathed hard and fast, her legs trembled, her body wasn't hers anymore – he had turned her into a puddle of pleasure on that bed.
Hermione vaguely registered him carefully putting both her shaking legs down, massaging them lovingly until they stopped trembling and then he let her hands go, massaging both her arms and hands as well.
She closed her eyes, letting her exhausted and sated body rest, but then she heard:
"Drink, love." It was James softly ordering her to drink something and there was a straw on her lips.
She sipped, quickly realizing it was cold water and she was indeed parched. She drank for a long time and let the straw go with a sigh.
Soon afterwards she felt his warm body spooning behind her and she completely passed out.