Just want to make a note to readers that if you're seriously doubting the possibility and whatever stuff this far in my story, why are you even reading? My story = my rules, ok? That's the same with every writer on this site.
This chapter is a little on the M side, so get used to chapters from here on out being a bit smutty. Sorry this chapter is so short!
Harry and Severus sat in complete silence, Harry skimming over his Herbology textbook while the Potions Master pierced him with his eyes. Over five minutes passed and Harry constantly looked up, always seeing Severus staring at him with the exact same facial expression.
"Do you have to look at me like that?" He finally asked and Severus blinked, looking down at the textbook in Harry's lap.
"You're taking far too long just to answer a simple question."
"You told me to find it in the book first." Harry replied, sighing and pushing the textbook onto the floor, where they both sat on in the den. "And I can't find it."
"You have heard of an index, haven't you, Potter?" Severus raised an eyebrow. Harry mouthed an 'oh' and nodded his head, making the corner of Severus' mouth twitch upwards slightly. "Enough of Herbology then, I think you understand what we've covered so far."
"Good, this is just as boring as Divination is." Harry sighed, closing the book.
"Divination with Trelawney or myself?" Severus raised a brow and Harry looked at him.
There was only a slight moment of hesitation before Harry answered, "Trelawney of course."
Severus raised his eyebrow higher, saying he didn't believe him. "Do you have any questions on anything?"
"No, not really." Harry muttered, looking back down again. "Actually, sir, there was one thing I was wondering about. It's not really related to anything we're learning though."
"Ask the question."
Harry nodded, refusing to look at his teacher. "Is there some sort of way that wizards propose? Like, separate from the traditional Muggle way?"
"And you suppose I have experience with such things?" Severus asked and Harry sighed.
"I could ask Aunt Celly instead."
"Compared to Muggles, yes, there is a…different way of a wedding proposal." Severus surprised Harry by beginning his explanation, Harry finally looking at him. "The tradition that the man bring up the question remains the same for wizards. However, there is none of the getting down on one knee nonsense, nor spending a fortune on one ring. It isn't planned to be a surprise, it should be expected so there would be no need for over-the-top planning."
"So it's usually done whenever?" Harry asked in disbelief, to which Severus nodded. "That's not really special at all."
"The wedding should be special, not the proposal." Severus said. "However there are some differences. Some Muggle couples have only the female wearing the ring. For our kind, the man and the woman must wear a ring that is magically binding them together. Sort of a vow, but with a little magical dash into it."
"Still, if it isn't so special…" Harry muttered, his mind going back to Celosia's letter, where she made it pretty clear that she wanted a traditional Muggle proposal that would surprise her.
"Why do you ask Potter?" Severus asked, standing up. "Finding a way to propose to Miss Weasley?"
Harry blushed and stood up, grabbing his textbook. "Yeah, something like that." He answered, not wanting to give away that he was trying to see if it was possible for Severus to make Celosia's dream come true.
"You're far too young."
"I wasn't planning on popping the question now!" Harry exclaimed, Severus walking out of the room.
Celosia was seated on the couch in the living room, hair tied up with a copy of the Quibbler in her fingers. Severus walked in, seeing her legs splayed out on the length of the couch, a pair of denim shorts leaving her legs bare. He froze for a moment, before striding over and grabbing Celosia's legs, making her look up in surprise.
Before she could open her mouth in question, he sat down, setting her legs on top of his lap. She shut her mouth and they shared a brief moment of eye contact, Celosia looking at Severus curiously before she went back to her Quibbler.
Seconds passed in complete silence before Severus looked at Celosia's face, her eyes darting across the pages as she often flipped the paper upside down or sideways. Moving his gaze down towards her legs he set his hand on her thigh, slowly moving it along her skin.
Celosia blinked, looking up from her paper and down at his hand. It began moving higher and higher up until it hit the base of the denim she was wearing. "I'm trying to read a magazine here."
"I'm sure Xenophilius Lovegood has plenty of important information in the Quibbler that can wait." Severus muttered, taking his free hand and snatching the magazine out of her fingers, setting it on the coffee table. Pulling her closer, he leaned against her, pressing his lips against her neck lightly.
Sighing, Celosia closed her eyes, running a hand through her hair as she leaned back. Closing her eyes in defeat, the next thing Celosia felt was a soft pair of lips trailing kisses on her throat. Severus' hands began moving up towards the base of her shirt, slipping under the fabric.
Celosia opened her eyes and sat up, making him stop. The two stared each other in the eye, each as confused as the other. Severus of course was confused on why she stopped. "What are you doing?" The words left her lips in a soft tone.
A smirk broke out on Severus' lips. "What do you think I'm doing?"
"Harry could walk in."
"The boy is mature enough." Severus murmured, burying his face in her neck again, inhaling the sweet scent of her perfume. "Unless you would like to go upstairs?"
"Where Harry is?"
"A few silencing charms on the door should do." The Potions Master bit on her earlobe lightly, emitting a gasp from Celosia.
"Why have you chosen now, out of all times?" She asked, her voice all of a sudden breathy and short. "We haven't had sex in a long time, Severus."
"Even more reason to do it." He whispered. Celosia sat up immediately, Severus moving away slightly. "Something wrong?"
"What are we even?" She asked, swinging her legs off the couch. "What, we're friends with benefits again?"
Severus stood, walking until he was in front of Celosia. "We are what we have waited to become. Voldemort is dead. The Death Eaters are in Azkaban, as far as anyone is aware. We've been waiting for this for a long time. You know exactly what we are."
His hand came out and reached in front of Celosia. The woman looked up, Severus looking down into her eyes. His fingers moved slightly in front of her face and she sighed, looking at his hand and placing her hand in his own.
Pulling her into his arms, Severus looked at Celosia in the eyes again, their lips barely an inch apart. "You know you can't resist me."
Celosia smiled, twirling out of his arms. "I know." She murmured before grabbing his hand and leading him upstairs. The Potions Master smirked and ran after her, grabbing her hips and trailing kisses along her jawline. A soft laugh escaped Celosia's lips as they both rushed up the stairs, stopping every three or so steps to rip at each other's clothing and kiss each other, hands running all over the place.
The second they reached Celosia's bedroom, her wand was out, muttering several silencing charms after Severus slammed her into the door, shutting it closed.
Harry sat up in the attic, having heard the sudden rush of footsteps and thumps against the wall. His mind immediately went to Celosia and Severus, and it didn't take him long to realize what the two were doing to make so much noise.
Shuddering, Harry listened to the sudden silence, pleased after a few minutes that they were either finished or cast a charm. Either way, he was grateful he didn't have to witness whatever sexual exploits Snape was doing with his aunt.
Another chill ran up his spine and he turned his attention to the letters written by Lily to Petunia in front of him.