Right after the attack
Severus knew it was Nicholas who had taken him from the battlefield grounds and carried him somewhere.
He heard Lupin say Florence's name so he knew they were taking him to her – which he'd have forbidden in any other circumstance, for she couldn't undergo any stress, and seeing him bleeding would certainly stress her – but as he was very likely close to dying, he wouldn't want any other healer to care for him but her.
Severus felt the pull of apparition and suddenly heard the sounds of many people shouting and talking around them. But the sound that struck him harder was Nick's heart-breaking whispers of: "Don't die. Don't do that, dad. Please."
He felt his back hit a soft mattress and his consciousness slipped; he heard Nicholas crying and talking to Remus and he heard Florence's name again – but he was in too much pain to focus on the words being spoken.
His whole body was nothing but blinding pain.
And Severus wasn't a stranger to pain – no; there had been a time in his life when he got hit by a couple Cruciatus in one evening and still got up for his classes the next morning.
But nothing he had ever lived had prepared him for what he felt in that moment. His neck and left shoulder burned; and it was like air was made of thick acid: difficult to breathe in and boiling his lungs when he successfully inhaled it.
Severus felt the room spinning and, even though he knew he was lying down on a bed, he felt like he was constantly falling. His brain was also weird, he couldn't focus or think as fast as usual and he couldn't find the right muscles to speak.
He stopped fighting to stay awake and let unconsciousness claim him.
Severus knew the moment when Florence walked into the room; he could smell her sweet vanilla scent, the smell so uniquely hers permeating his muddled brain and helping him relax a little.
He felt her hands on his arm and something sharp piercing him; and all of a sudden his body stopped burning, he still felt weak, but the pain was but a tenth of what it had been seconds before.
He could feel her head on his chest, the vanilla scent stronger now that she was near him. He knew she would be desperate, for he seemed unable to talk to her though their bond, which certainly had something to do with overall sense of confusion.
After a while, Severus felt the sharp thing in his arm being removed and something cold was pushed against his lips. He drank it, before fainting again.
Severus regained consciousness, but he had no idea how long he had been out.
He didn't have enough energy to open his eyes, or move – he could barely breathe, actually. He wasn't even sure he was awake or if he was just hallucinating.
He knew Florence wasn't in the room anymore, but he wasn't alone, for he could recognize his mother's and Pomfrey's voices.
"Do you think she'll survive?" he heard his mother ask, the sadness was clear in her voice, and she was certainly crying, according to the occasional sniffling sounds he could hear.
"For a while, yes, she'll survive for the babies." Said Pomfrey, clearly worried. "After a year? No. All I've read so far about magical bonds makes me certain she won't last long."
"This is a nightmare, Poppy." He heard his mother's desperate voice. "I can't believe my son is lying here, just waiting to die! He's such a strong man... he fought so hard to atone for his mistakes to just... die." Her voice broke. "And his beautiful family..."
Severus felt tears falling down his face through the corners of his closed eyes; he would've sighed if he could, but the air didn't enter his lungs enough for that.
So, I'm dying. He thought to himself, assessing his situation: the pain was not as strong as before, but he noticed his heart was beating differently than usual – it seemed weaker. And he couldn't take a full breath either, it was like his lungs had gotten shorter.
Yeah, apparently I am dying.
And he was aware of his surroundings, however, for some reason couldn't reach out to Florence.
How lovely. He thought bitterly.
He had heard Pomfrey telling Nicholas and James that he'd either die or be in a coma for ever.
Please, let it be the first option. He begged the muggle Gods.
Not that he wanted to die – no, he didn't!
He wanted to live, to spend time with his family; he wanted to see the twins being born, he wanted to live after the war, to have his calm life back! The life they had led for years where his biggest concerns were the O.W.L.s, the N.E.W.T.s, and the next stupidity their kids were up to!
He wanted to see baby Lynne grow up, be called grandpa, see the twins getting married, terrorize Elizabeth's husband; he wanted to see the amazing things he was sure Chris would do in the future! He wanted to hold Sophie again, play with Stephen and Lily.
He wanted to live!
He wanted more time!
But he knew the venom that Nagini had injected into his veins had a degenerative effect, having he himself studied it more than once.
He also knew that if he didn't die, if he remained comatose, Florence would never let him go. She would never approve to euthanize him.
Then he felt the weakness taking over him again.
Well, apparently my wish will be granted.
He heard several steps entering the room and Florence's voice saying phoenix tears.
Phoenix tears? He thought, surprised. Where did they find that?
Next he felt another vial being pushed between his lips and he lost consciousness once more.
All of a sudden, a state of alertness took over Severus, making him strongly aware of his surroundings again, although still unable to open up his eyes.
I thought I had died already!
But no, not yet.
Apparently, he was going to suffer a little longer.
He assessed his situation again, noticing his chest was even tighter than before, each short breath a huge effort.
His whole body tingled as if he was being slightly electrocuted but his heart was beating faster than the last time he'd been conscious – and going uncomfortably faster by the minute.
He reached the conclusion that he was probably on his way to have a heart attack and tried not to freak out – for even if he did freak out, no one would be able to do a thing about it, not even him.
He could feel he wasn't alone in the bed. He knew Florence's head was on his chest, laid on his left side, as usual.
Also, he felt small hands on his chest to the right – Sophie.
And he could feel another hand holding his right arm, hands bigger than Sophie's, he tried to scent it and realized it was… Elizabeth.
There was another small weight of a head on his right leg – Christopher.
And he could hear snores, two different ones, close to the bed – Nick and Jamie.
His family was there, by his side, embracing him and staying close to him on those that could very well be the last minutes of his life.
He wanted to cry in happiness; he wasn't alone, he would never be alone.
Then his heart stopped.
He filled his mind with nothing but his love for his family and with a deep sigh he was ready to be taken by Death.
Wait.
He had sighed.
He could breathe!
His lungs no longer burned!
His heart was beating again, normally this time.
He tried to move his hands, but it hurt. A groan died in his dry throat; his whole body hurt again, but it was different from before. This time it felt like a huge cramp, as if all of his muscles were finally receiving blood after hours of being denied the necessary supply.
He finally managed to open his eyes and looked around the room, as far as he could without moving his head.
The simple bedroom was dimly lit, only the light coming through the curtains illuminated it – and it seemed to be midday by the intensity of the light.
He could see the twins and his mother were sitting by the bed on a comfortable-looking sofa and his three younger kids were indeed lying on his right.
He slowly turned his face to the left, looking at Florence's sleeping form – her expression pained even in her sleep.
He couldn't help but smile at the sight of her, his now-paced heartbeat matching hers as he attempted to raise his hand to brush some hair strands off her face – but he gave up, for his muscles hurt like hell.
Flor, love? Severus tried to wake her up. I'm not dying, princess.
He tried to move his hand again, but it was like it weighed a ton, pain and frustration making him grunt, or half-grunt, the sound rasping in his dry throat making it feel as if he'd swallowed sandpaper.
Florence thought she had heard her husband's voice in her mind, telling her he wasn't dying.
Please, don't die, my love. She replied, feeling his chest move up and down faster than before.
And she refused to open her eyes, afraid of watching him take his last breath.
No, Sev, please. She whispered in his mind, feeling the prickle of tears in her eyes – already sore from all the crying of the last hours.
Then she heard a strangled noise and forced herself to raise her head and look at him, praying to all muggle Gods that she wasn't about to witness him die.
Her tearful green eyes met his dark and shining ones and she forgot how to breathe.
He was staring back at her.
"Severus?" Florence gasped, touching his face, trying to make sure she wasn't dreaming.
He kept on staring at her, blinking slowly as his dry lips curved up in a smile.
"You're really awake." Florence murmured, a tear rolling down her cheek. " And you're warm again! Oh, my love, you were so cold for so long, I thought…"
She fell silent again, not even moving for a minute, just staring at him, caressing his face, convincing herself that he was truly awake.
Yes, my love. I'm here. Severus reassured her.
She kissed him several times until she barked a teary laugh and shouted: "KIDS! Wake up! Wake up now!"
"Mom? Whatsit?" mumbled Elizabeth, sitting up on the bed, worried; and then she saw her father's eyes were open. "Dad!!" and she threw herself on him, hugging him and crying on his chest. "You're awake! Oh, thankgoodness!"
Severus grunted in pain but he had a smile on his face.
"My son!" exclaimed Eileen, going near the bed, hugging him.
James and Nicholas jumped from the sofa, terrified of what could've happened to have their grandmother shouting.
"What happened?" they both asked, looking at the bed.
Then their eyes met their father's.
"DAD!" they shouted in unison, running to the bed and hugging him when their grandmother finally let him go.
"Don't fucking scare us again, dad." Said James, unable to hide the fear from his voice.
Severus just hummed in response.
Does it hurt? He heard Florence's voice in his head, her left hand entwined with his.
Yes, love. My throat is burning.
Florence picked up a glass of water from the nightstand, using magic to make it cold, and conjured a straw for him to sip it.
Drink this, slowly, for it will hurt before soothing.
Severus grimaced as the first drops of water hit his raw throat, but he felt better after a few more sips.
He kept his eyes on Florence, wanting to reassure her he was there, alive.
I'm not going anywhere. He said, watching her nod and smile.
He let the straw fall from his lips and she put the glass on the nightstand again, before looking at him and exhaling, her eyes closing for a second, a small smile on her lips as she touched her forehead to his.
I thought I had lost you, Sev.
I'm here, love. He struggled but managed to wrap his arms around her, one hand on her round lower belly.
The others in the room watched the couple on the bed with smiles on their faces and tears in their eyes.
"He survived." Eileen whispered, holding James' hand. "Flor will be alright. We'll be alright."
"Yes." The kids replied, in collective relief.
"I'm never again complaining about them kissing." James said. "They can fuck in the living room for all I care." He immediately grimaced at his own words and his siblings and grandmother looked at him, each face with a similar expression of disbelief. "Well, maybe I'll complain a little." He mumbled, making them laugh.
Florence sat up and looked at them, wiping her face. "Nick, can you call Poppy here, please?"
"Of course, mom." And he left the room.
"Flor," said Eileen. "Now that he's awake, I'll take the kids to the other room and let you and Pomfrey talk about his treatment."
"Yes, that's a good idea, thanks godmother."
Sophie jumped on the bed to hug her parents once more before leaving with her siblings.
Once the door closed behind them, leaving the couple on the bed alone in the room, Florence looked at her husband and laughed, lying back down beside him and touching her nose to his.
"I never want to feel like that again." She whispered.
He closed his eyes, sensing trough their bond her desperation and anguish.
I'm here, Flor. He replied. I love you.
She smiled before kissing him softly and repeatedly, chuckling between kisses.
Neither of them noticed when the door was opened and the twins walked back in with Pomfrey.
"Now, that's a sound I thought I wouldn't be hearing again." Said Poppy, referring to Florence's laughter.
Florence stood up and walked to the mediwitch, "He's alive Poppy!" she said, hugging her friend. "He survived!"
"I couldn't be happier for you, my dear."
Florence felt a hand on her back and turned to her sons, looking at their puffed eyes and soft smiles.
"Oh, my babies." She whispered, hugging both of them. "Thanks for holding our family together while I was too concerned about your dad."
"It's ok, mom." Said Nick. "Dad's fine, you're fine. Our family is complete."
She looked at James, noticing he was more affected than his brother.
He suddenly wrapped his arms around his mother and sighed. "I was terrified, mom."
"I can imagine, baby." She whispered, thinking that Pomfrey probably told him of his responsibilities if the worst were to happen to both Severus and Florence.
"I'll need a hand here, boys." They suddenly heard Pomfrey say as she stood beside the bed. "Help your father sit up, please."
Florence wiped James' face and he nodded, going towards the bed with his brother to help the mediwitch.
Florence stood beside Pomfrey, pointing her wand to her husband.
"There's some damage still to his throat. His heart and lungs seem to be almost fully healed – but not quite."
Pomfrey ran her own diagnosis spell and nodded. "I agree, dear. A couple more days of Dittany and it'll be as if he was never attacked."
Florence let out a relieved breath and smiled, then they heard knocks on the door.
"Excuse me." It was Hermione. "Can Fred and I come in?"
"Of course, dear." Florence smiled.
And Hermione walked in, going towards James, being followed by a visibly pregnant Fred, who walked to Nicholas.
Florence looked at the two couples and held her husband's hand tightly.
Severus chuckled, wincing at the pain that the muscle spasms caused. Three babies this year.
Yes. Florence replied, smiling. We have a war to win and three babies to bring into this world. We're mental!
Not mental. Just not pull-out guys.
Florence made a face and looked at him with a frown, I'm not asking how you can possibly know that about the twins.
It's obvious: pregnant Weasley. And we had a conversation about the possibility of Granger being next.
Florence shook her head, "I really don't want to hear about it."
"About what, mom?" asked James, standing behind Hermione with his hands around her.
"How you three reached the conclusion you're not pull-out guys." She said, purposely making the twins flinch and Fred and Hermione laugh.
"Nope, I don't want to hear about that either." Said James, adding to Hermione: "Told you they could be mortifying."
"It's funny." She replied, pointing at Fred and Florence. "Specially considering the two of them are pregnant by accident."
James winced, "Don't make me think about how my father gets my mother pregnant, kitten!"
She rolled her eyes, "There are seven of you, James. It's clear that they–"
"Nope! Stop it!" he kissed her lips, silencing her. "Let's get out before dad recovers his voice and starts being gross!"
And they all laughed as the two young couples left the room, closing the door.
Pomfrey watched their interaction with a smile, "Seeing you all laughing again warms my heart." she looked from Florence to Severus and sighed. "The last twelve hours were the absolute worst of my life."
"Same here." said Florence, touching Severus' hand on top of her belly.
"Now, about your voice…" Pomfrey began, passing her wand over his throat.
"I believe it needs a few days." Said Florence. "His throat is still rather inflamed."
Pomfrey nodded, "I agree. No matter how much I'd love to say that you won't ever speak again." she looked at him with a mocking smile. "But, you will. Give yourself time to heal; after all, you had your throat nearly ripped out hours ago."
Then Severus noticed something shift in Pomfrey's eyes and demeanour when she looked at Florence next, "Can you go get him something to eat, Flor? I believe he'll be able to swallow some of Molly's stew. Lukewarm."
It was clear she wanted Florence out of the room to talk to him.
"Yes. Of course." Florence quickly replied. "I'll be right back, Sev." She kissed his lips, leaving the room without noticing Pomfrey's strange change in behaviour.
Downstairs
James had just sat in the living room with Hermione, Nick and Fred when Draco left the kitchen with Elizabeth.
Nicholas, look at those two! There's definitely something going on there. Said James to his brother, glancing at their sister and Draco.
Nicholas nodded, Obviously, look at how she leans towards him.
"What are you two talking about?" Hermione asked, noticing her fiancée's face.
But instead of answering her, James called: "Hey, Draco!"
The way the blond boy suddenly stopped, as if someone had thrown cold water on him, told them all they needed to know.
Draco glanced at Liz before replying: "James, what can I do for you?"
"Take a seat." James pointed to the sofa.
"We are going upstairs–" started Elizabeth.
"You can go upstairs, Elizabeth." Said James, not taking his eyes off of Draco. "You can climb stairs on your own, can you not?"
Draco gulped, fearing he was about to get his ass kicked.
"Sit, Malfoy." Repeated James, getting angry.
Hermione looked from her once-despised classmate to her fiancée and she realized what had James so angry.
She gaped slightly, fearing for Draco as she watched him sit on the empty armchair.
Elizabeth stood beside him, her arms crossed, eyeing her brother angrily.
"Stairs, Elizabeth." James ordered, looking at her.
"No." She replied. "I'm sure my name will be mentioned."
"Oh, really?" James feigned surprise. "And why's that? Why would I mention your name when talking to Draco?"
"Because you're worse than dad when it comes to being nosy." She cheekily replied. "So let me tell you upfront that mom knows."
The five of them looked at her, four surprised eyes plus one pair of terrified blue ones.
Liz. Draco called her through their developing bond, concerned. Think of what you're going to tell them, love. I can't take another beating, I'm not fully recovered yet.
They already know, Dray.
"And what exactly does mom know?" asked Nick.
"That we are dating." Liz pointed from her to Draco. "We're bonded actually."
Draco ran his hands through the part of his hair that didn't have a bandage on and forced himself to look at Liz's older brothers.
"You and Malfoy are bonded? Like mom and dad?" asked James, incredulous.
"Yes." She replied.
"Holy shit!" exclaimed Nicholas, looking at his twin. "Dad will freak out when he hears that."
"How long has this shit been going on?" James demanded to know.
"Three years." Elizabeth answered.
"THREE YEARS?" James shouted, getting up, Nick standing beside him. "You were freaking TWELVE three years ago, Elizabeth!"
Draco stood up as well, he wasn't going to be beaten by Elizabeth's brothers without at least trying to fight back – even though he knew it was a suicidal move.
"Dad'll skin you alive, Malfoy! I believe I can begin the job for him." growled James going towards the blond.
But Nicholas held his arm, a little unsure about wanting to beat Draco, considering how hurt the boy already was. "You said mom knows, Liz?"
"Yes. Since the beginning."
James shook his head, looking at her, skeptical, "Mom would never have allowed you to date at that age!"
"She did allow it because of the Enchantment!" shouted Liz.
"That's not reason enough!" James pulled his arm free from his brother's grip and moved quickly in front of Draco, looking very intimidating as he was taller and bigger than the blond, "You were fourteen, Malfoy! She was twelve!"
Hermione got up and moved just as quickly towards them, putting a hand on her fiancée's arm, "James, stop!" She looked at Draco. "I can't believe I'm stopping someone from killing you."
"Thanks, Granger." Draco gave her a small smile.
Nicholas looked at Liz and Draco and then to his twin. "James, mom said they're blessed." He tried to placate him. "She's never wrong, man."
James glared at Draco and pointed a finger at him, "You're a dead man, Malfoy. I'm telling my father about this!"
Then Hermione and Fred snorted, making the twins look at them.
So she explained: "That's the first time someone uses Malfoy's signature phrase against him. I spent years hearing him say his father would hear about everything that happened at school."
James kept glaring at him but wrapped his arms around Hermione and returned to the sofa while Draco sat back on the armchair, bravely pulling Elizabeth to his lap, receiving two angry and two surprised stares for his bold move.
"Well," Draco smirked. "If I'm a dead man, I better enjoy my last hours alive the best I can."
James jumped from the sofa again but a voice from the staircase stopped him:
"What's going on here?" It was Florence, and James silently pointed a finger at Draco and Liz; the sight of them publicly showing they were a couple surprised her.
"Is it true?" James asked, angry. "You really allowed that to happen?"
Florence narrowed her eyes at her oldest son, clearly disapproving of his tone of voice. "Yes, I've allowed their relationship."
"Dad will be furious when he learns you hid that from him!"
"That, James, is a problem between your father and I. And I expect you to keep your mouth shut until I deem it's time to tell him. Today, I just want to focus on the fact he's alive."
James looked really displeased.
Liz snorted: "Mom told me once you couldn't keep a secret from dad – and she was right. You're dying to run upstairs and tell him!"
"I'm loyal to dad!" He justified.
Liz rolled her eyes, "You're a big tattle-tale, James."
And Florence intervened again: "Enough! We're in a world of mess right now, kids! Two large families living under one roof plus the Order members! Two pregnant people! Your father needs food and I need peace! Petty arguments are officially forbidden!" she pointed a finger at all of them.
James tried to speak but Florence just cut him off: "Zip it, James!" then she turned to Liz. "You'd better be checking on your ovulation patch every day and taking your contraceptive potion!"
"I am, mom." Liz nodded.
"Wait. WHAT?" shouted James, looking angrily at Draco. "No no no! He's not fu–" and he suddenly couldn't speak, for Florence had cast Langlock on him.
"That's enough, James!" Florence said, sighing. "Liz is dating Draco, your father doesn't know it yet – and you're not telling him!" she breathed before adding: "Since you're sitting on your asses, doing nothing, make yourselves useful and bring Tiffany, Sam and Melody here to help us."
Then she cast the counterspell: Langliber. Adding out loud: "You're all family now, your kids will all be cousins, you'd better get along well, or else." And she went to the kitchen.
Meanwhile, upstairs
Once the door closed behind Florence, Pomfrey spoke:
"First of all. It's really good to have you back, Severus. I don't know what would be of Florence without you."
He nodded, concerned, sitting up with Pomfrey's help.
"Second," she continued. "We have to keep an eye on her. The phoenix tears brought you back from the doors of hell, but the only reason you didn't die ten hours ago is because she performed a blood transfusion." She saw his eyebrows move up on his forehead in surprise. "I can see she didn't tell you that."
He shook his head, his eyes filled with worry.
Pomfrey continued: "You're a Potions Master, you have a good understanding of biology, enough to know pregnant people shouldn't be having blood taken out of them."
He nodded, fisting his hands in anger and fear.
Poppy sighed. "You have a few days of recovery ahead of you, and she'll certainly be on her feet doing everything to make sure you're ok, but the moment you're better, I need you to make sure Florence rests as much as possible until those babies are born."
Severus nodded again.
"All the stress of watching you nearly die in front of our eyes is going to affect her, specially after giving you blood." Pomfrey hesitated. "She'll burn out soon."
He looked at Pomfrey with a deep frown, wanting to yell at her, to demand to know where the fuck she was when his pregnant wife was giving him blood at the risk of harming herself and their unborn babies. But he didn't dare try to speak, the prospect of enormous pain was certainly enough to keep him quiet.
"I can see you're angry." Pomfrey said. "And some of that sentiment is probably directed at me. But you weren't the only one hurt in battle, Severus, I was tending to others when you arrived, and James brought Florence here within minutes of your arrival."
They heard the door being opened and she stopped talking.
Florence was back, with a tray of food in her hands.
"Flor, dear." Pomfrey said, changing the subject completely. "You'll have to massage his hands to improve the blood circulation. And probably by tomorrow he'll be able to walk a little. BUT…" she looked at him. "I don't want to see you out of this room for, at least, one more day!"
"I'll make sure he stays here, Poppy. I'll tie him up if needed."
"And no sex for a week." Pomfrey said.
Severus glared at the mediwitch then.
"What?" Pomfrey asked. "So I can't make comments on your sexual life now? Oh, please, Severus." she laughed.
"I'll keep an eye on him, Pomfrey. If I see him trying to get out of bed, I'll hex him." Florence said, sitting beside him and starting to help him eat.
Then Pomfrey left.
So, Severus began, unable to contain his anger any longer. Give me more details about this blood transfusion Pomfrey told me you performed.
Florence glared at him, "Of course she told you about that. And, yes, I did do it. You had venom inside your body, my blood carries an antibody as you know, so I gave you some."
Some? How much is some, Florence?
"I don't know. I passed out before I could stop it."
Severus looked furious.
"I wasn't going to let you die!" She exclaimed. "And you'd have died without that transfusion!"
He opened his mouth, trying to speak, needing to shout some sense into her, but she stuck a spoon into his mouth, forcing him to chew instead of screaming at her.
"You can't talk." She said, "Use the mind link or keep it to yourself."
He held her hand, making her look into his eyes. You know as well as I that what you did wasn't safe.
"The babies are fine. I'm fine!"
You have three more months growing them, Flor! You gave me blood, blood that your body will have to work hard to replenish.
"I took two Blood-Replenishing potions."
And they certainly helped, but it's not the same! You know the babies only benefit from your blood, they can't use the potion to grow!
She pursed her lips, hating that he was right. "I wasn't going to let you die!" She shook her head, her eyes filling up with tears. "If you had had to lie beside me just waiting for me to die for twelve hours, you would've risked everything..."
He sighed and nodded, touching a hand to her round belly, sending the babies good energy. I'm relieved to feel they're fine.
"They are. I've checked many times and so have Poppy." Florence said as she helped him eat the plate of stew. "Now that you're here, everything will be alright, Sev. We're together. Our family is all here, getting bigger and stronger. We'll find some miraculous way to defeat my father. Together."
He nodded, slowly raising a hand to her face and pulling her closer for a kiss.
Together, my love. He replied.
Later that night, in a room a couple of doors down that same corridor, Draco entered his bedroom and stopped by the door, looking at the sinful scene on his bed: Elizabeth was lying there, dressed in the black shirt he had worn in battle – which has been washed by Tiffany earlier that afternoon and looked like new, no sign of ever having been stained by blood or dirt.
"Liz. What are you doing here, love?"
"What do you think, Dray?" She smiled sensually. "My father is no longer at risk of dying. My heart is light and happy. And my body is very much aware of your presence." Her voice low and sultry.
Draco gulped, "Your parents are across the hallway, Elizabeth, literally a few meters away from us."
"Yes. And my brothers are downstairs with their partners." She kneeled on his bed. "Aren't you tired of touching me only in the dreams, Dray?" she ran her hands up her bare thighs. "Don't you want me?"
He let out a choked laugh, his hands itching to touch her skin, to feel her tremble under him. "Want you, Liz? You have no idea what I want to do to you."
"Show me. Give it all to me."
"I must be mad." He whispered, using his wand to ward the door with five protection spells and a Muffliato. "You'll get me killed, babe." He kneeled on the bed in front of her, one hand caressing her neck. "I must have a death wish, I'm about to fuck you under the same roof of your father and brothers."
She bit her bottom lip and smiled enticingly, feeling his hand move from her neck to the back of her head, fisting in her hair and tugging.
She gasped softly, looking into his blue eyes in anticipation. "Take me, Dray." She begged. "Fuck me."
He groaned and kissed her nearly violently, his tongue invading her mouth while her hands worked on removing his shirt and touching his pale chest, moaning in his mouth.
"Fuck, Liz." He growled, one hand on the buttons of his shirt that covered her body, "I bet you're naked under this, aren't you, love?"
"Hmm, I believe you know me well enough to know the answer to that."
He groaned and finished unfastening the buttons, pulling the fabric down her arms, exposing her petite and sexy body to his eyes.
He cupped her breasts, teasing her nipples with his thumbs. "I'm licking you all over, Liz." He kissed her lips, nipping her bottom lip and down her neck, latching on a spot near her ear and sucking hard, marking her unblemished skin.
Elizabeth whimpered, his fingers clamping on her nipples as his mouth sucked on her skin. Her fingers tangled in his hair and she pulled him away from her neck, pushing him on the bed and trying to straddle him but he didn't let her; holding both her wrists, he rolled them over and pinned her arms on either side of her head.
"I want you under me, babe." Draco growled. "Spread out and looking into my eyes as I make you take my cock and cum."
"Fuck, yes, Dray. Take me!"
He bent his head to her nipples and sucked hard, rolling his tongue around the hard tip inside his mouth.
Liz arched on the bed, her mouth open, letting out soft gasps and moans.
"Draco…" she whimpered.
And hearing his name falling from her lips broke him, "I wanted to go slow, babe. But you..." He rubbed his cock against her drenched folds. "You can't stand much long without my cock in you, can you?"
"No! I can't! Please." she moaned.
And he pressed in, forcing her tight pussy open, hearing her loud pleasurable moans as she clenched around his hard invasion. "Fuck, Liz. Stop doing that!" he groaned.
"I can't!" she wrapped her arms around him, "I'm not a virgin anymore, Dray, and you know it!" she pulled him down for a wet and sensual kiss as he started rolling his hips in a slow but hard rhythm.
"Such a slut for me." He growled.
"Yes!" she moaned.
"So needy. Always begging for me to fuck you." He sucked on a nipple again, groaning at the feeling of her incessant clenching around his dick. "Fuck, Liz."
She threw her head back and moaned loudly, closing her legs around his waist and cumming hard, bathing his cock with her juices.
He lost the rhythm of his thrusts and grinded against her, hitting deeper into her orgasming channel, and then starting a fast and punishing rhythm.
"One more, babe." He growled, "You're cumming for me once more before I fill you up with my cum!" He gritted his teeth, his own words nearly doing him in, but he wanted to feel her falling apart on his cock once more.
He pulled her knees up to her ears, his cock hitting even deeper and he fucked her faster.
A loud cry left her lips, and the next thing Draco knew, she was clamping down on him, her pussy sucking him in.
"Fuck, you're begging for my cum, aren't you, Liz?"
"Yes! Give it to me! Fill me up with your seed and breed me Dray!"
He closed his eyes and trembled; they had never talked about that, and they were both too young for kids, also he knew she was on the potion and wearing an ovulation patch to know exactly when to avoid sex – but right then none of those logical thoughts mattered.
"Such a cum-hungry cunt." He groaned, "I'll give it to you... after you cum for me again!" he lowered his thumb to her clit and was careful to thrust into her and always hit her g-spot.
He felt her fingernails digging on his back, her walls fluttering around his dick as she climaxed again, screaming his name.
"Oh, fuck," he moaned, losing his pace and mindlessly fucking her, needing to spill into her more than he needed air. He looked down at her face, the parted swollen lips, her gorgeous flushed skin covered in sweat and her firm breasts bouncing with each of his hard thrusts.
"Look at me, Elizabeth." He growled. "Look at me as I fill your cunt with my seed."
Her dark eyes, hazy with pleasure and love, locked into his and he felt his balls drawing close to his body, strong jets of cum leaving his cock and he moaned, fisting his hands on the sheets as he emptied his cum inside of her.
He closed his eyes and buried his face in her hair, which was all over his pillow.
"I love you, Liz." He murmured, kissing the side of her head, smelling her sweet lemony scent and sighing.
"Love you, Dray." She murmured, her eyes closed, falling asleep with him still inside of her body.
Draco smiled and slowly pulled out of her, lying down and wrapping her smaller frame in his arms.
He caressed her dark wavy hair, closed his eyes and sighed; his last though before falling asleep was that if her father and brothers killed him the next day, at least he'd die a very happy man.