Back in the Order Headquarters, right after the rescue
Severus walked into Remus's house with his daughter in his arms and ran past everyone in the living room, ignoring the cheers and the questions of how it had been; he just wanted to get to his wife – who he had drugged.
There would be time for debriefing later, once everyone had gotten back – if he survived Florence's wrath.
"Are we going to see mommy?" Sophie asked against his neck, the stuffed hippogriff held tight in her left arm.
"Yes, baby girl." he whispered, as he walked to the third floor. "But she may be sleeping." He stopped by the bedroom door and called: "Tiffany."
And the elf appeared in the corridor, "Mistress Sophie!" the elf squealed happily. "Tiffany is glad to see her little Mistress is safe." She let out a relieved sigh and looked at Severus. "Mistress Florence is still asleep, Master."
He nodded and exhaled in relief himself, "I'll put you on the bed with your mom, Sophie, but you must let her sleep." For my sake. He added mentally.
The toddler nodded and he walked into the room, looking at his beautiful wife on the bed.
Sophie smiled, whispering: "Mom is so pretty."
"Yes, she is, love. And you look just like her." he kissed her forehead and set her on the bed beside her mother. The girl lay down and hugged Florence tightly, closing her eyes.
"Keep an eye on them, Tiff." Severus ordered. "I'll take a shower." And he went to the bathroom.
Florence woke up slowly, feeling her mouth dry as if she had drunk too much the night before – which she knew she hadn't.
She blinked, surprised at the feel of someone beside her, too small to be her husband. She forced her eyes open and found a small pretty girl sleeping by her side.
"Sophie." She exhaled, tears falling from her eyes. "Oh, my baby!" She whispered, kissing her face softly a few times, not wanting to wake her up, allowing her own worries to vanish; her daughter was back in her arms, safe and sound.
Severus? Florence called through their bond, afraid of learning the reason Sophie was there but he wasn't.
"I'm here." She heard him say, as the door to the bathroom opened and he walked into the room, dressed on dark blue sweatpants and no shirt.
After the relief of seeing him in one piece passed, she glared at him, not letting his sexy body distract her from the earful he deserved.
You drugged me! She growled in his mind, not wanting Sophie to hear it.
"Nothing too strong." He replied out loud, carefully keeping his distance from the bed, still unsure what she was going to do. "A safe, Poppy-approved, dosage that would ensure you stayed put while I rescued Sophie." He pointed at their daughter. "Who is there, safe in your arms. And I'm completely unharmed as you can see."
She could see it alright, he was still naked from the waist up and his sweatpants hung really low on his hips; his hair was still damp from the shower.
"I should hex you." She said, sighing.
He chuckled, sensing her desire. "But you won't?"
After a few seconds of silence – which she did just to make him apprehensive – Florence shook her head. "No, I won't. You brought Sophie back and didn't get yourself killed." She paused, caressing their daughter's hair, and then admitting in a low voice: "And part of me understands why you gave me the sleeping draught."
Severus smiled and finally approached the bed, sitting beside Florence and touching a hand to her face, pulling her to a kiss.
She fisted his damp hair, deepening the kiss for a moment, before she sighed and touched their foreheads together. "I'm glad your plan worked; Sophie is here and you're here."
"Now we just have to win the war." He added softly.
Florence grimaced. "Let's not talk war today, please." She looked into his eyes. "Let's have a calm day for once."
"We can try." Said Severus, nodding and kissing her lips again.
"Mommy?" they heard Sophie's sweet sleepy voice.
"I'm here, my baby." Florence holding her tightly against her chest, as much as her swollen belly allowed. "You're safe, my love." she kissed her head, looking down and recognizing the stuffed toy Sophie had in her arms. "And what do you have there?"
"This is Fluffy." Sophie explained, happily. "Aunt Cissy said dad gave Dray this."
"Yes." Severus nodded slowly, suddenly recognizing it too. "I did. Fourteen years ago. Wow."
Time flies. Florence said in his mind. The twins will be twenty this year.
Severus shook his head in disbelief, making Florence chuckle.
"And how are you, baby?" She asked her daughter. "Are you hurt? Hungry?"
"I'm fine, mommy." the girl said with a smile. "Aunt Cissy took good care of me."
"I'm glad to hear it, love. And where is Cissy?" she looked at her husband.
"James told her to come with us." Said Severus. "But, as I left before the battle was over, I don't know if she came or not."
Then they were interrupted by knocks on the door, and once Florence told them to come in, Eileen walked in with all four grandkids, gasping: "Sophie!" and going to the bed to hug her. "I was so worried!"
"So... mom didn't kill you." James joked, looking at his father.
Severus just raised an eyebrow at him and got up to put on a sweater.
"Has Cissy come with you?" Florence asked, hugging Christopher, who was still upset for not having stopped his sister from being kidnapped.
"Yes, she has." Said Nick with a concerned expression. "But she is a mess, mom. We called Pomfrey to check on her."
"Lucius had started to pass her around again." Added James, in a disgusted voice. "Dolohov made some comments that made that clear. I killed him, by the way.
"Draco got hurt too." Added Liz. "Nothing too serious though; he's asleep now."
"Good." Florence nodded. "And who's with Cissy?"
"Charlie Weasley. He's the one who carried her here actually." Said James. "He has a soft spot for abused creatures."
"She's a person, James!" Liz admonished him. "Not a creature!"
"Are you defending the Malfoys now, sis?" Teased James, "Can't wait to be one, can you?"
"And so what if I am?" Elizabeth retorted, throwing her long dark hair back over her shoulder. "I will be marrying Draco in the future."
And isn't she a perfect Mrs. Sacred Twenty-Eight? Asked Florence, knowingly annoying her husband.
Severus exhaled noisily and glared at his wife, adding, in his classroom voice: "Enough of this talk! As you all can see, Sophie is safe, your mother hasn't hexed me, everything's fine! You can leave!"
And they didn't have to be told twice; each one of them gave their mom a kiss and left the room, Sophie went with them, asking Nick if she could go show Fred her stuffed hippogriff, telling him on their way out: "I'll be Lynne's best friend!"
Florence laughed and looked at her husband when the door closed. "It seems we are more traumatised by this whole thing than Sophie."
"Thankgoodness." Severus replied, sitting beside her again and wrapping her in his arms. "The absolute terror I felt when the stupid auror said Scabior had taken Sophie..." He closed his eyes and shivered.
"I can imagine." She entwined their hands. "But you saved her, love. She's safe here with us." She touched her nose to his. "I love you." She exhaled. "You vex me to insurmountable levels... but I love you."
"We made quite a scene downstairs this afternoon." He chuckled, "But we wouldn't be ourselves without some... how do the twins call it? Oh, yes: aggressive flirting."
Florence laughed and rested her head on his chest, trying not to think of anything but the peacefulness of that moment.
Meanwhile, one floor below
Charlie Weasley stood in the room he had been given in the headquarters and stared at the unconscious woman on his bed.
Every fibre of his being had compelled him to help her; his whole body had trembled in fury as he watched those two men hurt her. He hadn't thought twice the moment he saw her fall onto the marble floors of her own home: he had to save her, protect her. He had picked her up and brought her to the safest place he could think of: his own room.
Pomfrey had been there to check on her and declared she'd be fine – physically at least.
Mental and emotionally the mediwitch couldn't say.
And Charlie knew what she meant; he had worked with many dragons that had been victims of every sort of abuse, imaginable and unimaginable, so he knew the lingering effects of abuse on one's brain – be it people or dragon.
He also knew who the woman on the bed was: a rich pureblood witch, used to having everything she wanted handed to her in a golden platter – and someone who hated his family.
He was aware she wouldn't think twice about lashing out at him, just like the dragons he was used to care for, if she knew he was comparing her to animals.
A week after the rescuing,Florence was awakened one morning by loud shouts coming from the backyard; at first, she thought they were from the new members being trained, but soon she recognized her friend's voice.
"Cissy?" she whispered, getting out of bed and walking slowly to the window.
As she looked outside, she was surprised to see a very angry, unusually dishevelled, Narcissa getting up from the ground.
"I won't purposely miss just for your sake, your highness!" she heard Charlie Weasley shout, looking as angry as the blond woman. "You know very well death eaters won't go easy on you!"
"You stupid little man!" Narcissa shouted back. "How dare you! You have no idea what I've been through!"
"Yes, actually, I do!" Shouted Charlie. "I work with abused dragons–"
And all the way from the third floor, Florence could hear her friend's affronted gasp:
"Dragons!?" Narcissa shrieked. "You're comparing me to filthy animals?"
Charlie smirked: "You should be flattered! I thought you loved them, since you named your kid after them!"
Severus. Florence called through their bond, smiling. Are you seeing this?
Of course, love. As loud as they're shouting, it's impossible not to at least hear them.
When did that start? She asked, curious.
They started training yesterday and quickly found out they can't get along. Narcissa keeps acting like a spoiled princess and even called him a blood-traitor. Severus sounded annoyed. The Weasley saved her, for fuck's sake! She's being an ungrateful little shit.
Hmm. Florence chuckled. That's not what I see.
Severus seemed confused, And what do you see?
Aggressive flirting. She said suggestively.
He was quiet for a few seconds, and the increasing shouts between Narcissa and Charlie showed they weren't going to stop any time soon. Finally, Severus replied: I believe you're right, love. Narcissa Black Malfoy has a thing for a Weasley.
She could sense the mocking smile in his thoughts.
And he's not even their firstborn son. Florence added.
Severus laughed. How scandalous!
Scandalous love-lives apart, all seemed to be going well for the Order of the Phoenix; as the next couple of weeks went by, the Order managed to get more members, but the attacks on any one who dared speak anything against the Ministry became more frequent.
One evening, by the first week of March, Andromeda Tonks flooed to headquarters unexpectedly, tripping on her way out of the fireplace – clearly running from something or someone – and falling on the living room rug, sobbing.
The sound of the floo and the sobs had many members running into the living room with their wands in hand.
"Mom?!" Nymphadora exclaimed at the sight of her, quickly kneeling beside her mother and being hugged tightly. "What happened, mom?" she asked, noticing the woman's despair, the dirty state of her clothes and the cuts and bruises on her face.
"They attacked!" Andromeda cried. "They attacked Clare City!"
Tonks gasped, "No. No! Mom? Mom where's dad?" she asked, already knowing the answer – her father was a muggleborn wizard, there was no doubt what the death eaters did to him.
"He's gone, Dora!" Andromeda said, in a broken voice: "They killed him!"
Tonks held her mother's trembling frame as they both cried.
Narcissa, upon hearing her sister had arrived and the circumstances that had brought her there, went looking for her immediately.
Despite the fear of being rejected by Andromeda – with reason – she wanted to be there for her in that moment of mourning.
Andromeda, being the sweet forgiving person she was, hugged her youngest sister tightly, welcoming her presence in her life once again.
By second week of March, Florence was no longer allowed outside of her room, no matter the reason.
Pomfrey hadn't liked to know that she had walked downstairs the day before, eager to get some fresh air.
"Fresh air? Open the fucking windows, Florence!" Pomfrey shouted, turning to look at Severus, "She could've fallen down those bloody stairs! You're a potions master! Keep her asleep if you have to!"
Severus glared at the mediwitch, but kept quiet, for he knew she was right.
But Florence snorted from the bed: "You do know I can hear you, don't you, Poppy?"
"Yes, Florence. And you'd better listen well: I'm giving your husband medical permission to keep you under a Sleeping Draught if you don't behave!"
"Yes. I heard you." She replied, clearly unhappy.
"You cannot leave this room!" Pomfrey continued. "And no more than ten minutes on your feet each time you get up! You're 32 weeks already, both babies are doing fine, you haven't leaked any fluid so all is as perfect as it can be... now just sit there and look pretty for the next month, will you?"
Severus had to stifle a laugh at her words, which granted him a dangerous look from his very pregnant wife.
"Also," added Pomfrey, looking at Severus, "No orgasms for her."
"What?" both Florence and Severus exclaimed.
"Don't act so surprise, Florence." Pomfrey said visibly irritated, "You worked the maternity ward many times at St. Mungus. You know orgasms cause uterine contraction, sex triggers the release of oxytocin and semen helps to ready the cervix for it to open when labour starts." She pointed a finger at them both. "No sex whatsoever. No orgasms for her." She looked at Severus, receiving an angry glare from him. "Yes, I'm commenting on your sex life again." Pomfrey rolled her eyes. "Spare me the offended act, Severus!"
"Fine." He said between gritted teeth. "No sex."
Pomfrey sighed heavily. "I can't believe you've reached this far, Flor. If you give birth next week, they'll be fine."
Florence smiled, nodding. "Thanks for all your help, Poppy."
Pomfrey nodded and turned to the door, touching Severus' arm, and he followed her to the corridor.
"So she's fine?" He asked, as he closed the door.
And, for his despair, Pomfrey shook her head. "No. The babies are doing great. Florence not so much. Her body is doing it's very best to keep that pregnancy going, Severus, but labour will be dangerous for her. Remember Sophie's birth? This will be worse on her."
He ran his hands through his hair, agitated.
Pomfrey continued: "Make sure she eats healthily. She'll need the energy. And, please, avoid sex. One orgasm won't harm her but... we must delay labour for as long as we can."
He nodded. "I understand, Poppy."
And the mediwitch left.
Florence looked at her husband as he walked into the room again, "What did Pomfrey tell you?" her tone daring him to lie.
He didn't, but he also didn't tell her everything: "She told me to make sure you eat well. And reinforced that I can't fuck you."
She huffed in annoyance. "I hate that she's right."
He sat beside her and caressed her face. "We spent many months apart years ago, love. We can survive a month."
"Tell that to my pregnancy hormones!" She replied angrily, rubbing her nose on his neck. "Right now... all I want is to feel you fucking me and hear you groaning in my ear every time I clench around your dick." She trembled.
And he grabbed her chin, biting her bottom lip in retaliation. "Stop teasing me, Florence. You can't cum, but I can fuck your sexy mouth if you keep that up."
"Yes. Please." She moaned.
And he groaned, letting go of her face and getting out of the bed. "I'll go help the others train the new members that showed up today."
"Hmm." She bit her bottom lip, looking at him up and down. "So I get to sit by the window and watch you dueling? Is that your plan to not make me horny, husband? Cause if it is, it's terrible."
He walked to the dresser, tying his best to ignore her, and picked up a sweater, putting it on. "Has Narcissa been here today?" he changed the subject.
"No. I haven't seen her in the past two days, actually. She must be with Dromeda or Draco. He's always around her now, Liz told me he's worried about Cissy's feelings for Charlie."
Severus made a face as if he had just eaten an earwax jellybean; hearing his daughter's name and Draco's in the same sentence was still a reason of outrage for him.
"Oh, yes, Draco's been really worried about his mother." he replied, sarcastically. "Snogging my daughter all the time, spending hours with her locked in his bedroom. I can see how worried he is."
"Oh, please, Severus!" Florence laughed, her hands on her belly, watching her skin move for the twins had awakened.
"Why does he have to touch her all the fucking time?" he asked resentfully.
"I have a few words for you." Florence said, "You, me and the Astronomy Tower. Does it ring a bell?"
"It's not the same thing, Flor." he rolled his eyes, putting his boots on rather aggressively.
"More words, then: you, me and late nights in your mother's kitchen."
He approached her with a warning look and she laughed.
"I'll go down there, wife." He kissed her lips, touching her swollen belly. "Behave, love. I'll send Mel or Tiff to stay here with you."
She nodded, kissing him again. "Love you."
"And I love you, princess."
After a few more kisses, he left.
Later that day, after Florence woke up from her afternoon nap – something she never used to do before but felt like it was a daily necessity now –, she sat on the bed to enjoy some tea and cookies Tiffany had prepared for her.
Then there were knocks on the door.
"Come in." Florence said.
And Narcissa walked in. "Hi, Flor. How are you doing?"
"Hi, Cissy! Join me for tea." She invited. "I'm going a bit crazy alone in this room... being on bed rest is no fun." she touched her belly.
"I can imagine. But it's a small sacrifice; soon you'll have two little angels in your arms."
Florence snorted, "Little angels? That's not very likely. As long as I don't have two little Jameses, I'll be glad."
"He was a difficult child?" Narcissa sat across from her on the bed
"That's an understatement!" She laughed. "James was turning into a bear cub before his third birthday and loved to vanish the water from the tub when he didn't want to have a bath. He stole Eileen's wand and even my own so many times I lost count!"
Narcissa laughed, "I can't imagine having five kids. And two more on the way."
"It's a lot of work, no doubt about that, but it's also so much fun. Of course, if it weren't for Tiff and Mel, my life would be a complete chaos. But I'm lucky to have them."
Narcissa sipped her tea, smiling fondly as she said: "Draco was the perfect baby. I often thought he'd be the perfect big brother if I were to ever have more."
Florence nodded, "I remember how Severus used to say he was such a sweet kid." She hesitated before continuing. "Sev feared for Draco, you know."
"I know. So did I." Narcissa nodded, having a cookie. "I still do."
Florence took the opportunity to speak about something that had been weighing on her mind: "The way Draco was forced to take the Mark was a crime in itself. And all the torment he went through on his sixth year..."
Narcissa's eyes filled with tears, "He told me you and Severus were always around him then. At first he hated it, until he realized you were looking after him."
"He was so angry at us." Florence chuckled. "And we really pestered him. I even called his attention over his weight loss."
Narcissa smiled, even though her bottom lip trembled, "But he's fine now."
''You both are, Cissy." Florence touched her arm and then she smiled knowingly and changed the subject: "But tell me, how is your training going? I hear the most furious arguments whenever you and the Weasley are out in the backyard."
Narcissa's blue eyes hardened immediately. "Don't play dumb with me, Florence. I'm sure Severus has kept you well-informed about my recent–"
"Crush?" Florence added over the rim of her cup.
"Issues!" Exclaimed Narcissa, blushing furiously. "My issues with that Weasley-boy!"
"Hm. You've got issues alright. I've heard you two flirting in the backyard."
"Flirting?" Narcissa tried to sound outraged.
"Stop pretending with me, Cissy!" Florence held her hand. "It's way past the time you found a man that deserves you."
The blond hesitated and dropped her eyes to her cup for a moment, "You never liked Lucius."
"Nope." Florence said, shaking her head. "I didn't even go to your wedding, remember?"
"Of course I do! I resented you for that!"
"I bet you did."
Narcissa frowned, remembering something, "But if I'm not mistaken, Severus went."
"Yes, he did. I told him to go if he really wanted to. He met my father for the first time there."
"Yes, he did!" Narcissa exclaimed, "I completely forgot about that. Lord Peverell was at my wedding! Obviously I had no idea then that he and the Dark Lord were the same person."
"Not many did." Florence said. "I had only found out about it myself a few months before your wedding."
"That's why you went to Hogwarts?"
"Yes." Florence nodded, "But, back to what really matters," She said, insisting on that other subject: "What are you going to do about Charlie?"
"Do?" Narcissa seemed nervous again. "Nothing! I'm a married woman, Florence! He's seventeen years younger than me! I'm not–"
"Do you smell that?" Florence said all of a sudden and Narcissa glared at her, knowing she was about to be mocked. And Florence continued: "I smell bullshit." she gave her friend a serious look. "You deserve to be happy, Cissy! If you fancy Charlie – go for it! Fuck society rules! You've abided by them all your life; go live a little, my friend."
Narcissa stopped denying it, she put her empty tea cup on the tray between them and sighed, "It doesn't matter what I want, Flor. Charlie may not want a woman like me. Plus, we're always arguing." She tried to justify why it wouldn't work.
Florence smiled, "Do you know how my kids call it when Severus and I start screaming at each other? Aggressive flirting – and that's exactly what has been going on between you and Charlie!"
Narcissa shook her head. "Still, I can't..."
Florence added: "It's not like you'd be sullying yourself. He is a pureblood wizard after all."
Narcissa closed her eyes as if she'd been slapped. "I'm not thinking about that, Florence! I've learned my lesson."
"Good to know." She sipped her tea. "Go have some awesome sex, Cissy. Lord knows that's all I wish I could have lately."
Narcissa laughed, "Severus hasn't been a good husband?"
"He's been nothing but good." Her green eyes flashed in annoyance. "I hate all that goodness. But I can't have the hard pounding I crave. So let me live vicariously through you! Go get your brains fucked and then come here and tell me all about it!"
Narcissa laughed, but her blue eyes sparkled mischievously when she left the room, half an hour later.
The third week of March arrived and Florence was forbidden from spending more than ten minutes on her feet; the inability to do simple things by herself, plus the fact that she couldn't engage in any sexual activities whatsoever, had Florence extremely moody.
Her anger flared every night, specially when her sexy husband walked out of the bathroom half naked with his hair still damp.
"I hate you." Florence said, eyeing him up and down, her mouth watering at the sight of him, her whole body becoming hyper-aware of his masculine presence.
She growled: "I hate those sweatpants and every drop of water running down your chest."
Severus chuckled and put on a long-sleeved shirt, before sitting on the bed and kissing her lips.
She pulled him closer and deepened the kiss, one hand on his hair while the other caressed his hard pecs, moving down his abs.
She moaned in his mouth as she grabbed hold of his hard cock under his pants.
He hissed in pleasure, breaking the kiss, and holding her hands, "Stop it, love."
"I can't have you fucking me, but I can feel this cock throbbing on my tongue, husband."
"Fuck!" he cursed low, speaking between deep kisses: "You know you've never" his tongue briefly entered her mouth to caress hers, "Been able to just" he sucked on her bottom lip, "Suck me" another caress of his tongue on hers, "And go to sleep, love."
She sucked on his tongue the next time he pushed it into her mouth, making him groan and kiss her more violently.
"This is dangerous, Florence." He tried to sound angry, but he was too turned on for that to not sound sexy.
She bit his bottom lip. "Do you want me to beg to suck you off, Sev? Cause I will."
He groaned.
She used her sweetest sexiest voice, right at his ear: "Please, Sev, let me suck your dick. I want to feel you fucking my mouth; I want to choke on your cock, want your cum filling my mouth."
His hand fisted in her hair, tugging hard.
"You're fucking asking for this, Florence."
"Yes, I am." She closed her eyes, feeling herself burn in desire. "Please!"
"Lie on your back, princess; head off the edge of the bed."
She obeyed, as fast as her belly allowed, loving how he so easily caved when she begged.
Severus stood beside the bed and looked at her; from her sexy thighs – exposed since her white silk nightgown had ridden up – upwards the large bump of her very pregnant belly, looking at her heavy breasts barely covered by the silky fabric; his eyes reached her face, taking in the pink lips and the sparkling light-green eyes filled with desire, her long wavy hair cascading down the side of the bed and pooling on the floor.
"You're fucking gorgeous, wife. Filled with my babies and begging to have me fuck your mouth." He tapped her lips with the head of his hard dick and she opened up; he slid between her lips with a moan as she moved her chin up, eagerly deep-throating him. "Fuck, Florence!" he hissed when she swallowed around him. "Yes! Suck the cum out of me, princess."
She moaned and closed her lips tightly around his girth, creating the suction he demanded, and he moved against her face, going in and out of her mouth at a leisure pace.
"I'll get deeper, princess." He warned her before forcing his dick down her throat, cutting her air intake for a few seconds.
Florence moaned around him as he moved out only to move in again.
"You love this, don't you?" he growled. "Having me fuck your sexy mouth."
Yes, please, Sev. Harder! She begged in his mind.
He held her head with both hands and took his pleasure between her lips, feeling each of her whimpers around his dick.
Every time he pulled out she inhaled deeply, his heady scent filling up her senses and making her clench her thighs.
The movement didn't go unnoticed by him. "You're fucking dripping, aren't you, princess?"
Yes. She whimpered in his mind. I can feel it slicking the inside of my thighs
"Fuck! You can't cum, love." He was salivating at the thought of going between her legs and licking her till she screamed and orgasmed on his tongue.
I'm not sure I can stop it, Sev. You fucking my mouth feels so good.
He felt his balls drawing close to his body at her words, his cock throbbing at the thought of her cumming just by sucking him off.
"Fuck! You're a fucking tease, Florence!" he growled as his orgasm took over his body and he spilled a huge load of cum down her throat.
She sucked him eagerly, moaning and squirming on the bed.
Order me to cum, Severus. She begged. Just hearing your order will be enough to make me cum.
"Fuck! You can't, Florence!" He groaned, watching her licking his cock clean.
She looked up at him with her incredibly light green eyes and he could sense she was past the point of return.
"Please, order me, Sev!" she undulated on the bed, closing her eyes, her veela begging in his mind for him to fuck her.
He groaned, putting his dick back inside his pants, and walked fast to the other side of the bed, pushing her legs wide apart and kneeling between them.
"Look at the mess you've made, princess." He said, looking at her drenched knickers, the sweet smell of her arousal driving him crazy.
He ripped the wet fabric of her underwear and pressed his tongue on her clit, quickly inserting two fingers in her, deep enough to press on her g-spot.
She moaned loud. "Yes! Lick me! Suck me!"
He lapped at her, massaging her g-spot, and ordering in her mind: Cum, princess! Now!
And she screamed, both her hands in his hair as she rode a strong wave of orgasm.
But Severus wasn't done with her, he closed his lips around her hard clit and sucked.
"Fuck, yes!" Florence shouted, cumming even harder.
He only stopped stimulating her when her pussy stopped clenching on his fingers; her hands let go of his hair and she sighed, completely relaxed on the bed.
"That was... bloody amazing!" She whispered between pants.
"Are you ok, Florence?" he asked, worried.
"Ok?" she chuckled. "I'm perfect, Sev." She yawned, "I'll sleep now, love you." She murmured, turning onto her left side and falling asleep almost immediately.
Severus prodded her mind, sensing through their bond that she wasn't in any pain or discomfort. So he breathed in relief and put her under the covers, lying down beside her, touching her belly and using magic to check on the babies, sensing that both were well and asleep.
Then he allowed himself to relax, holding her tightly and following her into sleep.
But not everyone slept easily that night.
Downstairs, Charlie Weasley stood at the backdoor, staring at the silent and dark backyard, a bottle of firewhisky on the floor by his feet while he held a half-full glass of the amber liquid in his left hand and sipped.
He reflected on the huge mess his life had become; up to six months ago, he was living his best life, looking after dragons in Romania, away from the blood-purity bullshit that still permeated the British society and away from the war that had restarted because of the twisted beliefs of a mad man.
He felt fulfilled by his work, happily committed to his dragons. But then his family home was attacked for a second time, irreparably. So he did the right thing: he apparated home to help his family win the war.
Charlie closed his eyes and sipped some more of his firewhisky, bending down to pick up the bottle and going to sit on the porch's sofa.
He had left his life in Romania on hiatus – certain he'd be going back as soon as the war was won. However, he hadn't counted on the things that happened a month ago – he'd never thought he'd feel that way about a woman.
Yes, he had had relationships throughout the years – he'd even dated Tonks for a while when they studied in Hogwarts, many years ago – but what he had started to feel for the infuriating pureblood witch he had saved wasn't comparable to anything he'd ever felt before.
He remembered the day she had woken up, nearly 24 hours after he had carried her to safety, the way her beautiful blue eyes had fallen on him as he walked out of his adjoined bathroom.
"Who are you?" she asked, worried as he approached the bed.
"I'm Charles Weasley, Mrs. Malfoy. You're safe here."
"Here? Where's here? I'm not at the Manor?"
"No, ma'am. You're at the Order headquarters, I carried you here after you passed out." He hesitated, not sure he should keep telling her what had happened. "Listen, I'll go get Pomfrey."
But an elegant hand held his arm and she spoke, sounding suddenly terrified: "Please, don't leave me alone!"
"You're safe here, Mrs. Malfoy." He repeated softly, as he would talk to a wounded baby dragon.
"Don't call me that!" She shouted, her whole face turning a mask of fury. "I never want to be called by his name again!" She pulled her wedding ring off her finger and reached for her wand on the nightstand.
"Reducto!" she cast, and the beautiful heirloom from the Malfoy family, that had sat for twenty-two years on her finger, turned to dust. "Call me Narcissa, I'm Narcissa Black."
"Alright, Miss Black." he spoke in a soft voice.
She looked at him and smiled weakly, "Thank you for helping me, Charles."
And since that day, he had grown obsessed with a pair of icy-blue eyes, a long blond hair and a petite female body; Narcissa completely invaded his bedroom, his life and his dreams within a matter of weeks.
My own little she-dragon. He snorted, falling into his old habit of sorting people around him according to dragon species.
If he had to match Narcissa Black to a dragon equivalent, the only dragon that came to his mind was a small hybrid called Shorty he had cared for not too long ago.
Shorty's mom was an Antipodean Opaleye, a gorgeous small dragon known as the less aggressive of them all, but Shorty's father was a Swedish Short-Snout, which made her a beautiful small dragon, with the pearly scales of her mother's species and the beautiful silver and blue eyes of her father's. Her flame was also a brilliant blue colour — hot enough to reduce a whole man to ashes in seconds.
That's a perfect description, he thought. Petite, beautiful and deadly.
And she was out to kill him, no doubt about that; from the way she'd started to purposely walk around the room in nothing but a towel after showering, to the way she'd begun to make sure his favourite nighttime tea was on the coffee table as he lay down on the sofa – where he had started sleeping ever since she'd taken over his room.
"How do you know what tea I drink every night, Narcissa?" He asked her earlier that night as he saw her setting the cup on the coffee table.
"I asked the elves." She replied as if it wasn't a big deal. "Tiffany told me, and I began making it for you. It's..."
"You began making it? You?" he interrupted her, surprised. "You're not just asking the elves to make it?"
"No." She blushed. "It's not a huge task, Charles! It's nothing!" she replied in that I-know-better tone that made him want to kiss her until she admitted she knew nothing.
He had sat and sipped his tea that night imagining her standing by the sink of Lupin's simple kitchen, in her expensive silk robes, her blond hair falling over her shoulders, making him a cup of tea.
How the fuck could that be nothing?
He doubted she'd ever made her own tea in her whole life! And now she was making him a cup every night?
Fucking frustrating woman! He thought, taking another huge gulp of his firewhisky.
Charlie didn't realize he'd fallen asleep, but it was still dark when he woke up feeling like his head weighted a ton and his mouth was filled with cotton.
Fuck! If mom finds me here half-drunk, she'll have my hide!
He quickly got up, hid the firewhisky bottle, washed his cup and walked upstairs – he needed a shower and clean clothes. Narcissa was probably asleep at that hour, so he could stare at her for a moment before getting his things.
Narcissa heard when the door of the bedroom was opened.
As there were only two people the wards allowed in there, and she was already in bed, she knew who was walking in.
She was glad she had told Charlie she was the one making him his night tea; it might be just tea but she was proud of herself for being able to make it – since she'd never boiled water before in her life.
She felt him stop near the bed, and she couldn't stop herself, so she spoke: "Do you have complaints about your tea tonight, Charles?"
He exhaled angrily, "Yes, in fact, I do. I want you to stop making it."
She frowned and sat up on the bed, "Why?" her long blond hair falling over her shoulders in waves and giving her a nymph-like look that made his blood rush straight to his cock.
"Just stop, Narcissa. Please."
"I wanted to please you," she admitted. "To show you that I care for all you've–"
"Just stop!" He shouted. "You don't please me!" He made a face as soon as the words left his lips, for he knew they'd hurt her.
And he watched her clench her jaw as her eyes filled with tears. "Alright. I understand." She whispered, nodding.
He grimaced at the pain he could see in her eyes. "No. I don't mean that, it's just..."
"Enough, Charles!" she exclaimed in a finalizing tone. "I'm sorry I created this situation. I see now that I've made a complete fool of myself, believing a young man like you'd ever find me pleasing."
He growled in frustration, rubbing his hands on his face, "You're not pleasing, Narcissa!" he said once more.
She squared her shoulders, putting on a brave face while her bottom lip trembled slightly. "No need to repeat that. Now you're just being cruel." She raised her chin, looking like a petulant teenager.
"No!" He insisted, shaking his head. "You're not pleasing! You're fucking bewitching! You have me hypnotized since the first day you looked up at me with your beautiful blue eyes! I've been doing my best to stop this feeling from growing but..." He exhaled, deciding to let her know how he felt, his feelings suffocating him. "I see you, Narcissa. I see you when no one else is looking. And you're so sweet as you play with Sophie, you're fun and witty when you join others in conversation and you're a fierce duellist. When I watch you duel against a more experienced wizard, you're incredible in your anger. And all I want is to drag you away from that backyard and ravish you on the nearest surface."
He stopped talking and looked at her, breathing faster than normal; Narcissa stared back at him in shock.
"But then," Charlie continued. "I have to remind myself that you're recovering from years of abuse – emotional and physical abuse. The last thing you need is a randy wizard thirsting after you." He shook his head. "I'm sorry. I'll just shower and I'll be on my way."
He turned and went into the adjoined bathroom, leaving a baffled woman on the bed, trying to make sense of all he had said.
He wanted her?
He wanted to ravish her?
Narcissa let out a choked laughter and threw the covers away from herself, getting up and knowing she had a decision to make.
Charlie had his back to the door, his forehead against the cold tiles as the hot water fell onto his back.
"Fuck." He cursed low, mentally kicking himself for all the things he'd told Narcissa just a few minutes ago.
"That's a very good idea, Charles." He heard her say and snapped his head towards the sound of her voice, staring at her as she stood inside the small bathroom in her dark green silk nightgown.
"Miss Black. What are you doing here?"
"I'm here, willing to be ravished."
He watched frozen in place as her hands grabbed the hem of her nightgown. The world seemed to go into slow-motion as she pulled it up and off, revealing her creamy white skin.
Charlie shook his head, ready to remind her why that was a bad idea, but his treacherous dick had a mind of its own and blood pooled fast on his groin.
"Miss Black." He gulped as he looked down her body, covered in just a dark green lace pair of knickers.
She smiled, "I love when you call me that. Not Narcissa. Nor Cissy. But Miss Black."
"You should... I mean, we shouldn't..." he shook his head again, both his hands fisting on either side of his body, itching to touch her, his eyes fixed on the gorgeous woman in front of him, the glass door of the shower stall separating them.
"You should listen, Charles." She said, her tone firm and certain. "Do you have any idea how long it's been since I felt like this?"
"Like what?" he heard himself asking before he could stop it; his brain had stopped working properly since all his blood had rushed south. "Tell me how you feel." He demanded.
"I feel aroused." Her voice lower, sexier. "Completely taken by desire." She paused. "It's been years since I last felt this, Charles."
His hands clenched but his dick jerked at her confession, precum dripping from its head, just to be washed by the hot water still falling on his body.
"I don't want to hurt you, Narcissa."
"Miss Black. Call me Miss Black, please." She gave a step closer to the shower stall and he slowly raised his hand to slide the door open, unable to stop himself.
Narcissa looked down his wet body, her eyes falling on his hard cock. "Is that why you're afraid of hurting me, Charles?" she smiled sexily. "With that mouth-watering cock?"
"Stop that, Narcissa. Stop now." He ordered. "Fuck, the way you say my name in that posh way. It makes me want to silence you and hear you scream it at the same time." He groaned. "If you walk in here, I'll put my hands on you..." He openly gazed at her body. "And make you mine."
Her smile broadened and she took a step inside. "It's Miss Black, remember?"
His green eyes sparkled in desire, "You want me to call you that when I... ravish you?"
"Yes. Please, Charles."
He slid the glass door shut and touched her face tenderly, "What do you want?"
"You. All of you." She replied breathlessly.
"You have me. But I want to know what do you want from this?"
Then she understood: "No pain," she quickly said. "But... I like a firm hand." He watched her blush. "And... I want to be touched, caressed... even adored." She finished in a whisper.
Charlie slowly moved his hands up her arms, looking into her eyes, "You, Miss Black, was made to be adored."
She trembled, moving her hands to the sides of her knickers, the fabric wet from the water that still fell and her own arousal.
"No." He ordered softly, touching her wrists. "Leave that on."
She seemed confused, but stilled her hands.
"Are those knickers hurting you?" Charlie asked, his hands moving up her arms.
She shook her head. "No."
"So I'll remove them later."
Narcissa still seemed confused by his actions, so he explained: "I'm taking my time with you, Miss Black." One hand reached her neck, his thumb pushing her chin up. "First, I'll kiss you," he kissed her jaw. "Touch you," his lips met the corner of her mouth. "And adore you." He finished in a deep voice, looking into her eyes.
She shivered in anticipation, wanting all of that at once – but hoping he'd be true to his word and take his time.
"Can I touch you, Charles?" She asked, a hint of hesitation in her voice.
"Be my guest." He chuckled.
She seemed to relax and touched both hands to his hard abs, reveling in the strength of his body.
He pushed her face up again and touched his nose to hers, their breaths mingling and she parted her lips, waiting for his kiss.
But he didn't thrust his tongue into her mouth, actually their first kiss was not at all was she'd been expecting: Charlie rubbed his lips on hers a few times, as if getting acquaintance with their texture and shape.
When he finally sucked her bottom lip into his mouth, she whimpered in need. His soft touches were foreign and unexpected to her – but oh so welcome!
Charlie moved one hand down her back while the other remained on her neck.
"Is this ok?" he asked, pressing a little on her throat to make her understand what he meant.
"Yes." She gasped softly. "Just don't choke me."
A flash of anger burned in his eyes for a second as he thought about what others had done to her. "You tell me if anything brings you bad memories, Narcissa."
"Miss Black." She reminded him.
He shook his head, "I'm calling you that when in passion, right now I'm serious. I will not add to your pain."
She laughed, "I've never felt like this, Charles. I'm completely drunk by your kisses and you haven't even given me your tongue; I'm nearly regretting asking to be caressed, actually, for my body is burning for you." She sighed. "You have nothing to worry. Now... shut up and keep on touching me." She ordered in that tone that drove him crazy.
He chuckled and suddenly pulled her flush against his chest, the water running down both of them, before he captured her lips again, his tongue entering her mouth to caress hers this time.
She moaned, fisting her hands on his long wet red hair, as his kisses brought her a kind of pleasure she'd never thought possible one could feel just through kissing. She felt lightheaded, his kisses affecting her like the strongest of drugs.
He moved the hand down her neck, her collarbone, and finally cupping one of her breasts. His thumb and forefinger rolling her pebbled nipple slowly.
Narcissa gasped in his mouth and he trailed kisses over her jaw, towards her ear.
"I'm taking these off now." He said, hooking his fingers on the sides of her knickers and pulling them down her legs while kneeling on the floor in front of her. He kissed down her stomach, going lower towards her pussy.
"Get your foot on my shoulder, Miss Black."
She hesitated, not sure of what he intended to do; Charlie didn't comment on her hesitation though, he patiently waited for her to do as he had asked her to.
Once her right foot was on his shoulder, he kissed just above her trimmed pubic hair, going lower and lower with his kisses until he was kissing her slit.
"What are you doing, Charles?" she asked in a quivering voice.
"Adoring you, Miss Black." He replied, holding her ass cheeks with his strong hands.
"I'm going to lose my balance." She feared.
"Trust me, I'd never let you fall."
Then she felt herself being caressed by a subtle wave of magic, and realized he was wandlessly using magic to keep her upright for his ministration. Her heart fluttered at his display of care and she relaxed, waiting to see what he was about to do.
Charlie parted her pussy lips with one hand. "Look at this pretty cunt." He inhaled deeply and groaned in desire, swiping his tongue from her entrance to her clit, making her tremble.
He did it a couple more times before spearing his tongue into her.
"Fuck, Charles!" she whimpered, feeling another level of pleasure she'd never felt before.
He hummed between her legs and she felt him opening her further, his tongue suddenly caressing a spot inside of her that she'd never knew existed.
Narcissa grabbed his hair with both hands and unashamedly moved her hips against his face, moaning loud.
Charlie never stopped the swiping of his supple muscle between her folds, he devoured her with the hunger of a starving man.
Narcissa felt a tightening in her core, her throat constricted and she needed something that she couldn't explain – but she felt it so so close. She was gasping in the foggy bathroom, her whole body on the brink of something amazing.
Then he closed his lips around her clit and sucked hard – and she reached it; screaming and trembling, she orgasmed on his mouth, feeling her cunt clenching around nothing and groaning.
She felt greedy.
She needed more.
Charlie kissed a path from her pussy to her mouth and she kissed him back fervently, not even thinking twice about where his mouth had just been; his arms wrapped around her sensitive, trembling body, while her hands grabbed onto his broad shoulders.
He nipped her bottom lip, whispering: "I'm taking this to the bed, Miss Black."
She nodded, "Yes, Charles. Anything you want." She replied, looking up at him in drunken adoration.
He stopped the running water and helped her walk out of the shower stalls. Then he wandlessly accioed a fluffy towel, but instead of drying himself, he used it on her body; starting on her face, he tenderly patted her breasts with the towel and moved it down her body, making sure to dry every curve and crevice.
Narcissa had lost every coherent thought by the time Charlie led her towards the bed.
"Please, just hold me down and fuck me." She heard herself begging.
He chuckled, stopping behind her and kissing her shoulder, "Can't do that. At least not yet."
"Not yet." She repeated breathlessly. "You have no idea what you're doing to me, Charles."
"Hopefully I'm making you crave me." He whispered in her ear.
"Oh, yes. That you are." She moaned. "I've never imagined sex could be this all-consuming." She turned in his arms, looking up into his green eyes.
He touched her face, bringing their lips together in a sensual caress, "Tell me what you want, Miss Black. Whatever you ask for, I'll give you."
She wasted no time: "Fuck me. Please, Charles. I need to be under you, to feel you own my body. Feel you inside me." She fisted his hard cock and he groaned, making her stop.
He walked her backwards until her knees hit the bed and she fell on it, quickly moving to the centre of the mattress and spreading her legs.
Charlie growled and kneeled between her sprawled thighs, kissing her flat stomach, moving up towards her breasts.
"You have the prettiest cunt and the most gorgeous tits, Miss Black." He circled his tongue over a pebbled nipple and sucked, making her arch on the bed.
He moved his hips. The head of his cock brushing over her drenched folds, and she thrust her hips upwards, making him penetrate just the tip.
"Fuck!" he growled, holding her hips down to the bed again, closing his eyes at the feeling of her heat around the sensitive tip of his dick. "Tell me if I hurt you."
"You won't! Please..." she whimpered needily, grabbing onto his waist with her hands, trying to force him in with her heels digging on his ass.
But he didn't give into her wishes of forcing himself in fast; instead he pressed in slowly, watching in complete awe as his girthy length parted her pussy.
"Fucking sight, Miss Black." He groaned, leaning fully over her once he had entered her to the hilt. "Tell me if it hurts."
Narcissa shook her head, her eyes closed and her mouth parted, her face contorted in pleasure.
He moved his cock out a third of its length and thrust back in, but the way her inner walls fluttered around him was enough to have him close to losing control.
"You're absolutely... delicious, Miss Black." He moaned over her lips, kissing her deep and slowly as he thrust into her body at a similar pace.
"Faster, Charles." She begged. "I won't break."
"I won't last if I go any faster. Fuck, your cunt is fucking sucking me in... holy shit." he groaned as his hips seemed to have gained a mind of their own and sped up his thrusts despite his words.
She moaned loudly and arched under him, her nails carving marks on his lower back. "I need more, Charles. More!"
He changed the angle of his thrusts and lowered a hand between her legs, pressing on her clit.
Narcissa screamed under him, having never felt so much pleasure before; after just a few more thrusts of his, she was taken by the strongest orgasm of her life.
And when he spilled deep inside of her, she held his shaking body close.
Charlie was careful not to crush her smaller frame under his own, and once he could think again, he rolled them over, and held her tightly against his chest, being surprised by her soft sniffles.
"What happened?" he worried, pulling her face up. "Did I hurt you?"
She shook her head, "No, it was perfect, Charles. I'm just... emotional." She kissed his lips softly. "Thank you. I didn't even know such pleasure was possible."
He looked at her with a soft smile, but his eyes were serious. "Don't thank me, love. Just be mine."
She frowned at him, "You mean outside of these walls?"
"Yes."
She chuckled, "Your mother will freak out, Charles."
"So will your son." He shrugged. "He's already been giving me ugly stares."
"Don't worry about Draco. He will respect my wishes. But your mother... a son must always respect his mother."
"I'll talk to her. Be mine, Narcissa Black."
She felt laughter bubbling inside her chest, a giddiness she hadn't felt since she was a teenager spread all over her body as she replied: "Yes, I want to be yours – whatever you want to call me."
"Mine. You're mine!" he exclaimed, pulling her close to him and kissing her softly.
Narcissa closed her eyes and laid her head on his chest, sleeping with a peacefulness she didn't remember having ever felt before.
"Are you planning on leaving your husband?" Charlie asked with his eyes closed.
"I'm planning on being a widow before the war is over."
"Good. Because I don't share." He kissed her head.
A laugh bubbled up in her throat, and she felt her heart falling for him. It might have been too early to say it, but she knew right then she was in love.
Note: Wow. People... Where James burns like all fires of hell, Charlie is a beautiful blue flame, slow and discreet – but just as deadly.
I kept trying to speed things up but he forced me to take it slow.
Lucky Miss Black (and she totally deserves the love).