April 29th 1998
Florence was enjoying a cup of tea and a piece of coconut cake in bed after dinner; her twin babies were fast asleep in their crib by the bed. And she could hear an alluring sound coming from the bathroom: the sound the water made as it fell down her husband's naked body.
I think I'll go in there to watch you showering... she told him through their bond, desire making her shiver.
Severus chuckled: We both know you won't just watch, love.
I'm a healer too, you know? I'm pretty sure I can declare myself fully healed just as well as Poppy.
And I'm pretty sure you can't legally do that.
She fell silent and pursed her lips – he was right, she couldn't.
But no one will know. She tried.
I will. And I will not do anything that can potentially harm you, love.
I won't break, Severus! She said, angrily.
I know you won't, Florence, but I also know the kind of sex you want – and you need to be fully healed for that.
One more week, husband. And then I'm getting you. She growled.
I can't wait, princess, I'm dying to shut that damn veela up; I keep getting mental images of your sexy cunt dripping for me. He hissed in desire. And I swear your delicious vanilla scent is more intense... it is driving me insane.
She smiled, sensing his sexual frustration.
It serves you well, she replied. Payback for all the times you walked around this room half-naked and dripping wet.
He just chuckled.
Florence finished her tea and sent the tray back to the kitchen.
That was when she felt it: that presence that had been a constant part of her life for fifteen years and that now meant war.
"Father." She whispered, getting out of the bed and calling her husband: Severus?
I felt it too, love. He replied, turning off the shower, adding: You'd better not be going to the corridor alone!
He quickly opened the bathroom door, dressed in sweatpants, and whisper-shouted: "Of course you are. Get away from that door, Florence!"
But she stood on the threshold, trying to listen to something, but there was no sounds around the house.
"There's no way father is here and the house is this quiet." she said, ignoring his order and walking out into the corridor.
Severus put on a sweater and ran after her, agreeing: "Yes. You're right. If your father were here, we'd be hearing curses and explosions."
"So that can only mean one thing..." she started, looking at him.
And he finished with her: "Harry."
"I'll go down there," Severus said, seeing her immediately shake her head, "'No' what, Florence?" he asked, annoyed.
"WE are going down there – together." She said, transfigurating her nightgown into a long-sleeved dress with a flick of her wand. "I'm fully healed, husband. It's been over a month. Don't even try to stop me."
He exhaled, clearly displeased. "I'm just being careful. I don't want you to die, love."
Her smile was sweet. "I know that, Sev. But we're just going down to Harry's room. The worst we could find is him being possessed by my father while fucking Ginevra."
Severus closed his eyes, disgusted by the visual image – but amused at the absurdity of it at the same time.
"How the fuck did you come up with that?" he asked
She laughed. "It'd certainly be awful, wouldn't it? Specially for Ginny."
"It'd be traumatizing for me to know it happened, I can't imagine what it'd be like for her!" He replied with a grimace, following his wife downstairs.
Ginny was on her way to the stairs, when the Snape couple reached the second floor corridor.
"Something's wrong with Harry." The redhead cried upon seeing them, "I was about to call you. Please help him!"
Florence nodded, touching the girl's arm reassuringly, "We felt something was wrong with him. But Harry'll be ok, we'll help him. Don't worry."
And Severus walked into the bedroom, finding Harry standing by the window, a low hissing sound coming out of him.
You'll have to come here, Florence. Severus said. They're using Parseltongue.
She left Ginny in the corridor and walked into the room, but Severus held her arm, not letting her get too close to Harry.
She glared at him, but stayed near the door, listening attentively to Harry's hissing:
"You'll lose, Tom – and you know it. We're close to ending you, once and for all."
Then the boy's whole body suddenly trembled and his voice got deeper, hissing: "I won't be so easily defeated, Potter. I've used my powers to ensure that I live forever!"
"Really?" Harry hissed a laugh. "So you haven't felt any of the Horcruxes we've destroyed?"
There was a silence and then Harry noticed he wasn't alone anymore, his green eyes falling on Florence and his face showed his disgust: "The traitorous couple." – but it wasn't Harry speaking.
"Father." She hissed back, sensing Severus tensing up beside her.
"You gave birth." Voldemort commented, moving Harry's eyes down her body.
"Yes." She simply replied. "A month ago."
He frowned: "That was early by my calculations. Are they healthy?"
"That's none of your concern, father."
Voldemort smirked with Harry's lips. "That might be true for now, but I'll still have them, you know." He said. "And Sophie too. I want all three of them – and I'll have them! As soon as I crush your pathetic resistance, I'll have my grandkids and I'll raise them to reach their full potential! They will be invincible!" Voldemort was nearly shouting by the end of his sentence.
Florence lowered her voice and said: "Lily-Rose has mother's eyes.", waiting to see his reaction.
And that had Voldemort freezing inside Harry's mind. He fell silent and she watched the frown that formed in Harry's face turn into an expression of longing.
"Purple eyes?" He finally hissed softly.
"Yes." She nodded, taken aback by his sudden change in demeanour.
Then Voldemort left Harry's mind; and the moment he did, the boy gasped loudly and slumped onto the floor, panting.
"Harry!" Florence exclaimed, kneeling beside him, hugging him tightly and worrying when she felt he was cold and shivering.
"Get me a quilt, Severus!" She demanded.
And soon there was one flying from the bed and wrapping itself around Harry's trembling form on the floor in front of her.
"T-thank-ks." He muttered, his teeth noisily chattering.
Florence cast a warming charm on the quilt and the boy stopped trembling.
"What happened, Harry?" she asked.
But Severus wasn't as calm as she: "Why the FUCK didn't you put your mental walls up before bed like I taught you?"
Harry seemed hesitant, and when he spoke his voice sounded small: "Well, I let them down on purpose tonight."
"WHAT?" both Severus and Florence shouted.
"I felt Tom prodding..." explained Harry. "So I let him in."
"Damn it, Harry!" Florence exclaimed. "You can't do that! You risked putting Ginny in danger!"
The boy had the decency of looking regretful and tried to explain his foolishness: "I needed to be sure he is getting weaker – and he is! The destruction of the Horcruxes is affecting him!" he smiled.
Florence looked at him with incredulity, "What you did was stupid, Harry – even to your father's standards."
"Yes!" Agreed Severus. "And your father thought it was cool to befriend a werewolf before wolfsbane was ever invented!"
Harry winced but nodded, looking from Florence to Severus for nearly a whole silent minute, not knowing what else to say – he had done something stupid that could've turned into a dangerous situation. It didn't, but had had the potential to.
Then he said something that was weighing in his mind: "He loved her, you know."
Florence frowned, failing to understand what he meant. "What? Who loved whom?"
"Your mother. Tom loved her." Harry replied, still hugging himself with the warm quilt. "He doesn't anymore though, but he has some feelings for her still; he remembers her fondly." Harry smiled softly. "When you mentioned her eyes, he immediately thought of her and I could see her – she was a beautiful woman, your mother. And you have her smile."
Florence blinked away some tears and smiled at him, nodding, "Thanks for letting me know that he loved her. I used to wonder..."
"He loved her." Harry repeated, nodding. "And you. He was also very proud of you and feels truly betrayed."
Florence looked at him silently for a while, then she nodded, "Get some sleep, dear. I'll send Ginny in." She kissed his forehead and stood up to leave the room, sniffling a couple of times.
Severus walked right behind her.
"Is Harry alright?" asked Ginny desperately, once they reached the door.
"Yes. You can go inside " Florence said.
And the redhead ran in.
"I'll talk to Remus to plan Harry's search for the Horcrux in the castle." Said Severus. "I don't think we can delay that any longer."
Florence looked at him and nodded. "Yes. We should do that sooner rather than later. If father is weakening like Harry said, we need to find the mystery Horcrux before he hides it somewhere else or even makes another one."
Severus just nodded and kept on walking after her, clearly seeing that something wasn't right with his wife. "Florence." He called.
But she kept on going towards their room, seemingly lost in her thoughts; so he waited to talk to her.
Once they reached their bedroom and the door closed behind them, Severus touched her arm, pulling her to his chest. "Florence. Love." He wrapped his arms around her waist. "Look at me, princess."
She looked up at him and he could tell she was disturbed by whatever had just happened between her and her father.
"What did he tell you, love?" he asked softly.
She shook her head. "It's not what he told me, Sev, it was just... what I felt from him. When I told him about Lily's eyes... it was a shock to him as much as it was to me." She touched her nose to his chest. "And then Harry told me father loved my mother and..." she sighed. "I feel so silly, Sev. My father is a monster, but... seeing mother's eyes on Lily's face, it made me remember things. And we were happy, you know? Whenever he was home, he made mom happy. She'd smile near me, yes, but when father was home, she'd light up." Florence smiled. "I'm glad to know he loved her, for she'd do anything for him."
Severus didn't really know what to say, so he just pulled her chin up gently and kissed her.
Florence took advantage of that kiss and rubbed herself on him. "Take me to the bathroom, Sev." She whispered sensually over his lips.
And her sudden change in behaviour had him frowning, but one look into her eyes, her very light-green eyes, and he understood what had happened: in Florence's emotional state, the veela had taken over his wife's mind and body – and she wanted him.
"No, love." He said, keeping his lips on hers, trying to not irritate her randy veela. "I'm taking you to bed."
"But the babies are here." She whispered, biting his bottom lip. "We can't fuck in here." She kissed down his neck.
He pulled her chin up again and kissed her. "We're not fucking until Pomfrey says we can." He stopped mid-kiss, adding: "And I can't believe I just said that."
Florence caressed his chest under his sweater. "I need you, Sev."
"You have me, princess. But no sex."
She growled low, and he could sense her veela was very displeased with him.
He fisted a hand in her hair and tugged, saying in a low velvety voice: "You think I don't want it, princess? Think again. What I want more than anything is to take you to that bathroom and make you scream on my dick!"
She trembled, "Do it, then! Please, do it!"
He kissed her neck, trailing little bites down her shoulder.
"Soon, princess, soon. And once I have you under me again, you'll be begging me to stop."
She moaned, pulling his face down and having her lips ravished, kissing him passionately for long minutes, until they both needed to breathe to not pass out.
"Get on that bed, Florence." He ordered.
"On all fours?" she teased.
He groaned. "When I get you, wife..."
She looked at him pleadingly "Get me now, husband."
"Bed." He ordered, slapping her right asscheek and caressing it right afterwards.
She glared at him and turned, walking to bed, where she got on all fours and crawled towards her pillow slowly.
"Fucking tease." He growled, following her and draping himself over her, his hard dick pressing on her ass while one hand cupped a breast.
"Sev..." she moaned.
"Sleep love." He whispered in her ear. "We can't fuck here, but we can in a shared dream."
"But it's not the same." She whined.
"It's all we can do until you're fully healed."
"Fine!" she conceded, a smirk slowly appearing on her face: "But I pick the place."
And they quickly found their way into dreamland.
The dream began and Severus found himself in a very familiar place.
"The Great Hall, Florence?" he chuckled as he walked towards the high table.
"It's one place in this castle we haven't fucked yet." She said, entering the Hall through a side door.
He gulped as he watched her move, the skin-tight, strapless black dress she had on clung to her every curve, the heart-shaped top so low one good tug on the fabric and he knew her breasts would be exposed; the green jade necklace resting above the two mounds. On her feet she had sexy high-heeled black stilettos. Her long wavy caramel-coloured hair was loose, cascading down her shoulders and back.
He knew he was drooling by the time she sat on top of the empty high table and crossed her legs.
"Like what you see, professor?" she asked with a sexy smirk.
He looked at her bare legs, the short black dress barely covering half her thighs and his dark eyes glinted in desire. "You'd never show up in the Great Hall dressed like that."
"Never." She shook her head, throwing her hair back coquettishly. "My husband is a very jealous man, Prof. Snape."
He approached her, resting a hand on her knee, saying: "Not to mention the huge number of teenagers you'd have running to the nearest bathroom to wank off or to change their pants." His hand moved up her thigh.
"But not you, professor?" she teased.
"There's only one place I'm putting my cum, love." He moved his other hand to her chin, holding her face in place. "You. In, and on, you."
She trembled in desire, uncrossing her legs to let him get closer to her, crossing them again behind his back.
He nipped down her neck, "You're naked under this dress, aren't you, princess?"
"The easier to get fucked by, professor." She breathlessly replied.
He took her lips then, thrusting his tongue into her mouth and filling her senses with nothing but him; his hands on her body, his tongue in her mouth, his hard dick pressing between her legs.
She lowered her hands to his pants, unfastening them quickly, and pulling his dick out, whimpering as she pumped his thick hard flesh a couple of times.
He chuckled, "You're dying to have it, aren't you, love?"
"Yes." she gasped. "Please, if you think the veela is driving you crazy, you have no idea the hell she's making me go through. She heats up my body, makes my skin more sensitive, heightens my senses so that I can smell your scent from another room... anything to make me to want you – as if I needed the encouragement." She scooted down to the edge of the table and pulled him closer, using her hand to position his dick at her entrance. "I always want you..." she whimpered against his lips.
And he thrust inside, to the hilt, groaning at the delicious feeling of her warm and wet channel gripping his dick.
"Yes!" she moaned, holding onto his shoulders and digging her heels into his asscheeks.
"Fucking tight." He growled, fisting a hand in her hair and moving fast. "This is what you want, isn't it?" he began a hard demanding pace that gave her no time to breathe.
She threw her head back and moaned loudly, being suddenly thrown into a strong climax, shouting his name.
"Yes..." Severus hissed in pleasure. "Fucking sucking me deeper."
"More!" Florence pleaded. "I need you... never stop!"
Then he pulled her off the table and carried her towards the chairs, where he sat on the Headmaster's chair, positioning her on his lap. But she stood up and turned around, sitting back on his dick with her back to his chest, riding him slowly.
"You're too sexy for your own good, Florence." He groaned, caressing the curve of her waist, still covered by the black dress, loving the sexy way it flared into her large hips. He pulled her down hard and watched her arch and shiver, his name leaving her lips in a loud moan.
"Sit fully on my lap and put your hands behind my neck." he ordered.
And she obeyed, sitting down on him and arching her still half-covered body.
He ran his hands down her curves and ripped the sexy dress apart, cupping both her breasts and pinching her pebbled nipples.
She rode him with abandon, losing her rhythm as another climax approached.
"You're cumming for me again, princess?" he groaned, his balls heavy with the need to cum.
"Yes!" she shouted, fucking herself on his cock faster.
He held her hips with both hands and helped her move up and down, groaning as she clenched around his dick.
"Fuck!" he whispered as his cock was bathed in more of her hot juices. "Fucking tight cunt!"
Then he pushed her forward, making her lean over the high table and standing, fucking her fast from behind, holding her hips in place, hearing nothing but her loud moans.
"Fucking take it!" He ordered, slapping her asscheeks a few times.
And his hard thrusts combined with her burning cheeks had her screaming as her womb contracted in another mind-blowing climax – heightened by his dick jerking deep inside of her, coating her insides with his seed.
"Don't pull out!" She begged, reaching a hand behind his left thigh and holding him in place.
He pressed harder against her, loving her desire to keep his cum inside.
"I want to watch it dripping down your legs, princess."
"So fuck me more," she begged. "Give me more cum until it drips."
He slowly pulled out, watching the white cream of their combined cums staining his dick and her inner thighs. He turned her around and made her sit on the table again, kissing her lips again and trailing kisses down her neck, to her breasts.
"These..." he groaned, cupping both breasts and sucking on one hard nipple. "My obsessions." He sucked on the other and felt her trying to impale herself on his dick. "Do you want more, princess?"
"Yes!"
"Beg for it."
She looked at him with her most innocent face, touching down his hard pecs, "Please, professor, fuck me."
"Be specific, princess."
"I need your hard dick pounding into my dripping cunt. I want to cum on your dick, screaming you name as you fuck me from one orgasm to another." She gasped as he sucked on her nipples again. "Until you fill me up with more cum."
"Is that what you want?" he raised one of her feet, resting it on his shoulder, and rubbed the hard mushroom head between her slick folds.
"It's what I need!"
And he thrust into her, moving deep and hard, holding onto her hips.
She leaned back, her arms trembling from the exertion of holding herself up as pleasure wrecked her body; she arched her back, opening her legs farther apart and putting her breasts closer to his mouth; he sucked on a nipple, hearing her moan and feeling the heels of her shoes digging into his lower back again.
"You fill me up so good!" she whimpered. "Don't stop, Sev. Don't. Fucking. Stop!"
He moved faster and she grabbed onto his shoulders, gasping and moaning as her whole body was taken by pleasure; his strong thrusts making his dick hit her g-spot on his way in and her cervix when deep inside, pressing its base of onto her sensitive clit.
"Cum once more, princess!" He ordered, moving into her like a man possessed.
"I need..." she gasped. "I need you to make me!"
And he knew exactly what to do; putting a hand on her neck, his long fingers pressed under her jaw and around her throat, holding her face and softly choking her.
"You're mine, princess! And you're taking all I want to give you." He growled, before kissing her lips violently and ordering: "Cum, now!"
And she felt her body surrender to his order, the strong climax starting deep in her womb and spreading all over her, weakening her limbs and making her feel like floating on a cloud of pleasure.
She lay down onto her back on the table and he spilled his seed deep inside of her a second time, leaning over her, laying his head between her breasts.
"Fuck!" she gasped, caressing his damp hair. "I want to do this in real life!"
"In the Great Hall?" He asked, slowly kissing down her stomach.
"Fuck yeah!" Florence replied breathlessly, slowly sitting back up and touching his face, pulling him to a sweet kiss. "The Headmaster has control of all rooms in the castle, you know. If you ordered the room to seal itself and forbid anyone for entering, it would obey you."
"And who said I wish to be Headmaster again?" Severus looked at her with an arched eyebrow.
"I am saying it now." She stared at him impishly.
He laughed. "You do know the Headmaster is appointed by the Governors' Board, love."
"And you know half of them are going to be either dead or in Azkaban at the end of the war and will be replaced by whoever wins at the end – whom I hope is us."
He sighed, caressing her naked back, keeping her close to him "Fine, love. I'll accept to become Headmaster again.
She smiled and sucked on his bottom lip. "Then we will be able to actually fuck in the Great Hall."
He snorted, shaking his head. "I don't think there was ever a more frivolous reason for one to become headmaster."
"Well, I bet if you told the Governors that the reason they should choose you is just so you can fuck me on the high table, they'd all find it very, you know, reasonable."
He laughed. "They certainly would, love."
April 30th
After dinner the next night, the Order members remained around the table, waiting for someone to start the meeting they had been told to sit in.
But dessert had long been eaten and someone had yet to start the meeting. And Severus hadn't missed the way Remus looked at him and Florence – but he was doing his best to ignore the wolf.
Lupin is trying to make us take the lead. Severus told Florence, annoyed.
She sighed, We might as well do it.
No way! Severus replied. We've done more than enough already. Florence!
But she was already standing up and speaking: "So, we all know that the reason why we've been living here and training for all these months is to defeat my father and finally put an end to this war." There were many murmured yeses and nods. "So you should know that something happened last night." And everyone went silent. "Harry had a chat with my father, one I was witness of; and afterwards, Severus and I reached the conclusion that we shouldn't wait any longer. Harry must go after the last unknown horcrux and we must be ready to engage the death eaters in battle then."
"And how do you suggest that happens?" Asked Bill Weasley, in honest curiosity. "There are death eaters all over Hogwarts and no one can apparate into the castle."
"Actually." Said Florence, "We can. My kids and I, as descendants to Salazar Slytherin, we can apparate into the castle grounds."
There were surprised faces all around the room.
"The plan is simple," said Severus, standing up beside her. "James and Nicholas will take Harry and Miss Lovegood to the castle to find the Grey Lady." He looked at his oldest son.
"With luck," continued James. "The ghost will know what the Ravenclaw heirloom is and where it is."
"If things go our way," added Nick. " We'll have found and destroyed it by this time tomorrow and then we'll reveal we're there."
"By then we should all already be at the castle." continued Severus, looking around the room. "I know that even with the new members we've got recently, the Dark Lord's followers still outnumber us three to one. But we have a few cards up our sleeves." He glanced at Florence.
Remus suddenly remembered: "Flor can send the death eaters away for a while."
"Exactly." She nodded. "So if things get too hard for us, I'll zap them away and buy us a couple of minutes to regroup."
"When she does that," continued Severus. "Draco and I will be zapped away as well, so don't count on us when you plan your immediate attack for when they return." He paused. "Do you have anything you'd like to add?"
"How will all of us get into the castle?" Asked George Weasley.
"The kitchen elves." Explained Severus. "We'll ask Dobby to convince some kitchen elves to take us to the castle."
"We gather in the kitchens and then make our way up, killing as many death eaters as possible." Continued Florence. "But the main goal is to attract my father and Nagini to Hogwarts."
"Then," said Hermione, understanding their plan. "We must kill the snake – either with a basilisk fang or the sword of Gryffindor." She looked at Florence and the woman motioned her to continue, so Hermione did: "As we only have two fangs, and Harry will take one of them with him," added Hermione. "I'll hold on to the other and if anyone finds the Sorting Hat, give it to a Gryffindor student and have them ask for the sword. Then use it on the snake!"
"So," asked Florence. "do we all agree with the plan?"
And slowly everyone expressed their agreements.
"Good." Severus said, looking at the twins and Harry. "Get ready to leave the day after tomorrow after lunch. And, Potter: keep your damn mind shut."
"Yes, Sir." Harry agreed, a little embarrassed.
Once the meeting was over, Nick went to his bedroom, finding Fred walking slowly around the room, humming a soft tune to baby Lynne who was asleep on his chest.
"My two favourite redheads." Nick whispered, going towards them and kissing Fred's lips and Lynne's head. "Have you eaten, Red?"
"Yes." Fred whispered, lowering Lynne into her crib and looking at her for a moment. "We made that, Nicky. Isn't she the cutest thing?"
"Yes. She is." Agreed Nicholas, wrapping his arms around his fiancée and looking at their daughter over his shoulder. "I never thought I'd fall in love with a girl."
Fred chuckled. "Me neither."
"Let's go to bed, love. You seem exhausted."
"And I fucking am. Lynne kept me awake last night." Fred yawned.
"Come here, I'll give you a massage."
"You know I'll fall asleep the moment my head hits that pillow, Nick."
"I know. And I'm not trying to sex you up, love. You do need a massage."
Fred smiled and lay down on his stomach beside him. "Love you, Nicky."
"Love you, Red."
Nicholas had barely started kneading his upper back muscles and Fred was fast asleep.
A few hours later, inside another bedroom a floor above, James stared at the naked witch asleep on his chest and sighed, feeling completely relaxed.
He had spent the past two hours fucking his gorgeous woman in many different positions. She had climaxed five times and he had filled her up twice, both times in her pussy.
He had told her, jokingly, that if anything went wrong during the final battle, he wanted to believe he had put a baby in her that night.
Hermione had slapped his shoulder playfully and wrapped her arms around him tightly, saying that nothing was going to go wrong and he'd better not have put a baby in her for she still had one more year at Hogwarts and another four in college.
He knew she was on the potion, but seeing baby Lynne and his new siblings had filled him with longing.
"Would it be so bad if I had got you pregnant, kitten?" he asked in a low voice as she was nearly falling asleep.
"Of course not, Jamie." Hermione looked at him with sleepy loving eyes. "But I'd rather have out babies once we know the war to be officially over."
"You know I was raised in a large family, we're going to have at least three little ones."
She laughed, "Three is the absolute maximum number of babies we're having, Jamie."
"Alright, kitten." He quickly agreed, holding her close and falling asleep with her naked body on his, knowing that arguing with his strong-willed woman wouldn't get him anywhere.
May 2nd
After lunch
"Wait in the Room of Requirement. We'll either go there or send a Patronus." Florence said, before kissing her sons' and Harry's foreheads.
"Yes, mom." The twins replied in unison, making her smile.
And then they disapparated to Hogwarts, taking Harry and Luna with them.
"This is it." Florence whispered, looking at Severus.
"Yes." He whispered in reply. "Let's hope our plan works."
"It has to, Sev. We're risking everything."
She felt her husband's arms around her waist, as they both stared at the empty space in the backyard from where their oldest sons had just disappeared from.
"We're risking everything." Florence repeated, fearfully.