Severus and Florence stood in the first floor corridor, near the door of the Hospital Wing, staring at each other.
"Was that necessary, Florence?" he asked, his arms crossing over his chest, looking at his wife in annoyance
"Was what, necessary?" She replied, crossing her arms just like him, copying his pose. "That punch? Oh, yes, it was. You asked for it. I healed a woman that wouldn't think twice about jumping your bones if she had the chance."
He shook his head as if what she was saying was absurd, "She'd never have the chance."
"Sure," she agreed, still angry, "But I haven't forgot she called herself your fiancée for a couple of years."
He exhaled in annoyance, "Nearly twenty years ago, Florence! That's absolutely irrelevant!"
She snorted derisively. "Says the man who doesn't like seeing me hug Remus!"
"A man you kissed!" Severus growled.
"And that's a woman you used to fuck!" Florence shouted, pointing at the infirmary door.
They both fell silent, panting as they stared at each other; the heat of their argument combined with the adrenaline of the battle and the pent-up sexual frustration had clearly pushed them to their limits.
All of a sudden, Florence ran towards him, pushing him until his back hit the stone wall, and kissed him deeply; their tongues duelled in a violent battle for dominance that they both knew she loved to lose.
She fisted both hands in his hair as he ran his hands down her body, grabbing her ass and pulling her close, holding her tight against his body.
Florence melted against him, her whole body shivering in need as soft whimpers left her lips.
Severus hoisted her up and carried her into an empty classroom, pushing her against the wall, never stopping kissing her lips.
"I'm fucking you, princess." He said, his voice heavy with need.
"Yes! Do it, now!" she gasped.
He pulled her sweater and blouse off of her body, taking a second to admire her full breasts barely contained by a white lace bra, the imperial jade above them matching her eyes beautifully.
"You're so fucking sexy." He growled, pushing a thumb between her lips before capturing a nipple through the lacy bra.
"Fuck me!" she gasped, trying to pull his sweater off of him, but he stopped her.
"I'm keeping my clothes on, princess." He said before taking her lips in another scorching kiss.
But she bit his bottom lip in retaliation for him not letting her remove his clothes.
"Oh, it's like that?" he asked softly, holding her chin with three fingers, the others and the palm of his large hand pressing on her throat and making her moan at his show of dominance. "You're fucking twisted, princess." He forced her chin up and nipped down the column of her neck. "How does it feel to be the biggest threat to the wizarding world now that your father is gone?"
She chuckled, vaguely remembering her Dark Lady jokes as he kept on biting and licking her skin, making her whimper and rendering her unable to form a coherent sentence.
So he continued: "I can tell you how it feels to fuck the biggest threat." He opened his fly one-handed and used magic to vanish her pants and underwear.
"I don't feel any fucking happening." She said, provocatively.
Severus tightened his hold on her chin, looking into her eyes as he positioned his hard cock at her entrance and thrust into her.
"Take it." He growled as she moaned and her channel clenched in response to his invasion. "No." He added. "You're taking it all, princess!" He ordered, pushing in deeper.
"Yes!" She arched her back, digging her nails on his shoulders and moaning, "Yes! Fuck me! Get deeper! Make me... oooh... make me take it all – all of it!" she begged with a whimper.
He pulled her away from the wall, and dropped her on her back onto the nearest desk, pushing her knees up to her ears and getting balls deep into her.
Florence held onto his strong arms, shouting his name as he leaned over her and fucked her mercilessly.
"Ooh, fuck! More Sev!" she moaned loudly. "Never stop!"
He groaned as her pussy quivered around him, gripping him like a vice. "So needy for my cock, princess."
"Yes!" she gasped. "Fuck, oooohh. Yes!" and she was climaxing under him.
"Yes! Fucking suck me deeper... this delicious cunt." He growled, never stopping his hips, but trying to stave off his own climax, wanting to make his own pleasure last.
Florence slipped her legs from his shoulders, down his sides, crossing them behind his lower back, running her hands under his sweater, over his sweaty skin.
"Fill me up, husband." she begged. "I want to feel you filling me up with cum."
He lost his rhythm and fucked her harder, his hands grabbing her hips strong enough to bruise, his thrusts getting harder and faster until he stilled his movements, stopping deep inside of her and climaxing, pumping cum into her for nearly a whole minute.
"Fuck." He groaned, leaning over her and kissing her lips between gasps.
"Hold on to me, Sev." Florence said.
He obeyed and she disapparated them just like that.
Florence fell on her back onto their bed.
"We're home." Severus said, surprised as he recognized their bedroom.
"Yes." She touched his face, their bodies still deeply connected. "Melody has been popping here once a week to keep it clean. But I don't want to talk, husband." She silently cast a Divesto, removing all his clothes and her bra. "I need more of you..." she kissed him, moving her hips under him and gasping in pleasure as his dick started to harden to its full size again, still inside of her.
"You need more, princess?" He asked in a deep velvety voice, "Dripping cum and wanting more." He looked down between their bodies, watching his dick glistening with his seed and her juices as he moved nearly all of it out of her just to thrust balls deep next. "You fucking hit me, princess!" he growled.
"You fucking asked for it!" She gasped, arching under him in pleasure. "You provoked me, Severus."
He didn't say anything, just speeded up his thrusts, biting hard on a nipple.
"Fuck, yes!" she moaned, pulling his head for a kiss, his tongue caressing hers firmly, devouring her as his cock drilled into her cunt.
He trailed kisses down her neck, nipping her skin as she arched under him.
"I want to watch you riding me, princess." He said, rolling them over and helping her sit on him. "Fuck yourself on my cock." He looked at her naked body with hunger.
And she sat on him to the hilt, moaning. "You're so deep, Sev, filling me up so good." she parted her lips in a gasp of pleasure, closing her eyes.
"Let your hair down, wife." He ordered, his voice deeper with need.
Florence slowly raised her arms to let her long caramel-coloured hair out of the bun she had tied it before the battle.
As it fell down her shoulders, filling the air with the sweet vanilla scent he absolutely loved, it stuck to the sweat covering her skin, giving her a wild, sexy look that had him groaning.
"Ride me, princess." He ordered, pinching an engorged nipple, watching a few drops of milk drip down. "You're mine, Florence!" He caressed down the curve of her waist, grabbing her ass with both hands. "Mine to love, mine to fuck." He forced her down onto his dick, making her whimper and gasp loudly. "All mine."
She flipped her hair to the side and moved over his lap, circling her hips slowly, sitting down to the hilt, moaning at the feeling of his hard cock all inside of her; purposely teasing him for she knew he loved to watch her putting on a show on his lap.
"I know what you're doing, Florence!" he growled, grabbing her ass again and forcing her down on him, whispering his special spell that sucked on her clit.
Florence let out a loud: "Oooh, fuck!" and moved faster, her moans getting louder and soon she was climaxing on top of him, bathing his cock in her hot juices.
"Fuck," he groaned, keeping the spell on her clit and rolling them over, forcing her legs wide apart and fucking her harder, hitting her g-spot mercilessly. "You're cumming for me again, princess!"
She threw her head back and let out a loud scream, her channel clenching around him as another orgasm took over her body.
"Yes!" He growled proudly, "Now, take more cum into that fucking hot cunt!"
"Give it to me!" she whimpered, completely lost in pleasure.
And he shot several ropes of cum into her, groaning and panting as pleasure ran through his body.
After a moment he lay beside her and pulled her towards his chest.
Florence laid her head on his sweaty skin and they both still panted.
"Fuck, that was fucking amazing!" She gasped.
"Yes, it was." He agreed, caressing her back.
She looked up into his face, smiling sweetly, "I love you, Sev." And she kissed him.
"Mmm. I love you, Miss Peverell." He replied. "Will you marry me?"
Florence raised her head to look at him, concerned. "Did you hit your head? What year do you think this is, Severus?"
He laughed, "I am well-aware of what year we are in, Florence!"
"Good." She laid her head back on his chest. "Just wouldn't want to surprise you with seven kids and a grandkid, in case you were suffering from a head trauma."
He laughed harder. "Now, that would've been pretty amazing!" he touched her face lovingly and pulled her chin up for a kiss. "So? Will you marry me?"
"We're already married, love. Twice by the way – by blood and paper."
"I know, but we never got to have a wedding party."
She frowned at him, "Sev, why are you bringing this up now?"
"Because I know you've always dreamed of it. A small party here in the backyard, with our friends and family."
"Well, yes, I used to dream of it..." She sighed. "But..."
"So marry me."
She laughed, "You suck at this proposal stuff, you know?"
He quickly rolled them over and kneeled between her legs.
"I suck, you say?" he asked. "Haven't sucked today though." And he kissed down her body, "You're mine, Florence." he pushed her thighs apart to fit his shoulders between her legs. "And you're marrying me. Again." Then he spread her pussy lips and swiped his tongue through her drenched folds.
"Fuck!" her back arched on the mattress. "But you hate parties!" She moaned.
"Yes." He spoke between licks. "I hate parties." Another lick. "But I want to show," Long lick. "The whole world," a flick on her clit. "That you're mine!" he sucked on her clit then and thrust two fingers into her at once, curling them to press right on her g-spot.
Florence gripped his hair with both hands, moaning: "Oooh, don't stop." Her breath hitched. "Don't... fucking... stop! Aaaahh!" and she was climaxing in his mouth, his curled fingers pressing insistently on her g-spot, prolonging her orgasm and making her scream.
"Holy fuck!" she exclaimed breathlessly, as he kissed a path up her body back to her mouth.
He lay down beside her and touched his nose to hers, kissing her lips slowly, savouring each caress.
"Will you marry me, Florence?" He asked again.
She laughed between kisses: "Only if you promise to ask me again in a few years."
He smiled, pulling her towards him, his body moulding itself to hers.
"I'll spend the rest of our lives loving and marrying you, Flor – as many times as you'll have me."
She looked into his dark eyes, pushing his sweaty hair away from his face.
"Yes, Sev, I'll marry you."
And they fell asleep mid-kiss.
Next morning
Severus woke up before his wife, as usual, and watched her sleep, taking that moment to think of all that had happened the day before – the day that the Second Wizarding War had ended.
He looked down at his left arm and smiled; the Dark Mark was barely visible now, having turned into some sort of scar – the pale white lines still formed the skull and the snake but one would only identify it if they knew it was there.
Florence stirred beside him and opened her eyes, smiling at the sight of him.
"Good morning, princess." He kissed up her naked shoulder.
"Morning, Sev." She sighed, whispering: "Menta spiritus." before kissing him and sighing. "Tell me I didn't dream everything."
"No, love, you didn't dream it; the war is over."
"And we're here." She said, kissing him again.
"Yes."
She moved to lay on top of him, deepening the kiss, sheer happiness and relief coursing through them both.
They were so focused on each other that they didn't hear the sound of Tiffany apparating into the room.
The elf cleared her throat and the couple turned towards the sound.
"Good morning, Mistress and Master."
"Morning, Tiff." Florence sat up on the bed, holding the duvet against her body.
"Tiffany is sorry to interrupt her Masters' happy morning, but there are a few things that need Master and Mistress's attention."
"What happened, Tiffany?" asked Severus, worried about the elf's seriousness. "Has anything happened to my mother, Chris, Sophie, the twins?"
Tiffany shook her head and smiled, "No, Master, all little ones are home; Masters James and Nicholas brought them here early this morning, the house is happy again. But Miss Tonks floo-called a while ago. The aurors have taken control of the Ministry and they want to know if Mistress Florence wants to be their acting Minister."
"What?" Florence exclaimed. "No! I don't want to –"
"Flor." Severus interrupted her. "Think about it."
"No!" she shook her head. "I don't want to deal with ministerial bullshit or the media! I want to stay home with the kids! And we have to rebuild Hogwarts!"
Severus took her hand and kissed her wedding ring, "Hogwarts will only reopen if the Ministry is organized enough to appoint a new Headmaster, love." He looked at her with an arched eyebrow.
She stared at him in disbelief: "You're not using my wish to fuck in the Great Hall to make me accept becoming acting Minister."
"You're our safest option, Flor. And not only to guarantee we can fulfil your fantasy, but also to ensure the government will be correctly put together – with the right people in the right places."
She narrowed her eyes at him. "Last night I was the biggest threat to the wizarding world, now I'm the safest option to occupy the most powerful position within the British Wizarding government?"
Severus shook his head: "You know I was teasing you, Florence. Don't play dumb, it doesn't become you."
She sighed, knowing he was right – they couldn't risk some closeted follower of her father's becoming Prime Minister and undoing all they had done when they ended the war the day before.
"Fine." She huffed. "But you know it'll take months to sort out the mess father left behind!"
"I know. And I'll be by your side every step of the way. The twins can assist McGonagall in the rebuilding of the castle."
Florence nodded, looking at Tiffany. "Tell Tonks I'll be in the Ministry this afternoon at two."
"Tiffany will, Mistress." Said the elf. "And the whole family is downstairs waiting for Mistress and Master to get there to have breakfast. What does Tiffany tell them?"
"Breakfast with the whole family!" Florence said, smiling broadly. "I can't believe we'll be able to have that again!" She sighed happily. "We'll be going down for breakfast in a few minutes, Tiff."
But still Tiffany didn't leave.
"What else, Tiffany?" asked Severus.
"The house is surrounded by people and reporters and photographers, Master." The elf grimaced.
"They won't be able to get near the front door, Tiffany." Explained Florence. "Don't worry. They can take all the pictures they want from afar."
The elf nodded and disapparated.
"The media harassment will become a new normal once I'm Minister again." Commented Florence, worried.
"It'll be temporary, love. As soon as possible, you'll call for new elections and then the people will choose who they want to lead them."
She just nodded, touching his face and kissing him.
"I'm giving you an Order of Merlin First Class." She said with a hint of threat. "And you'll have to attend the ceremony to receive it, since you're the Prime Minister's husband."
"Gladly." Severus smirked. "And I'm fucking you on the Prime Minister's desk."
She chuckled. "Mmm, now I'm glad I accepted the position!"
Half an hour later
, when Severus and Florence walked downstairs, they found their family home very different than the last time they had seen it: the silence of the empty house was replaced by the sound of their loved ones talking and laughing; the usually neat living room had toys on the rug again, the toy basket was back on the corner; the pictures of Liz, Chris and Sophie were back on the walls and their dining table was back to its original rectangular shape.
Florence looked at James and Nicholas and walked towards them, hugging them tightly.
"Thank you, my loves." She kissed their cheeks. "You brought your siblings home, and the pictures..." her voice broke with the emotion.
Nicholas nodded, "We remember how much it hurt you when we had to take them away, mom."
"So we popped at the safe house and brought them all back." Added James.
Florence nodded and sniffled, going to hug her other kids and check on the babies inside a crib near the table.
Stephen, Lily-Rose and Lynne were sleeping soundly despite the noise their family was making.
Eileen nearly ran towards her son, hugging him, "Severus! I can't believe it's over, after everything you went through." She kissed his cheek. "It's finally over!"
"Yes, it's over, mom." He looked at Florence and she approached him, wrapping her arms around his waist.
Eileen smiled with tears in her eyes as she looked at them.
"It's been twenty-two years since you entered our lives, Flor. Twenty since the twins were born." She sighed. "And we spent more than half of that time fearing the worst; fearing your father, fearing for Severus, for the kids."
"They're all safe now." Said Florence, smiling at her and then at her husband. "We're all safe." And she pulled Severus for a long sweet kiss.
But the expected complaint from James never came.
Florence turned to look at her son and found that Hermione had her wand pointing at him.
"You have to stop that, James." Hermione said. "It's childish!"
"It's a tradition, kitten!" He defended himself. "I must always complain when dad gets handsy with mom."
"Let's all sit down." Said Severus, rolling his eyes at his son and pulling Florence's chair for her to sit.
Then he sat at the head of the table and brought Florence's left hand to his lips.
She smiled at him, Look at what we did, Sev. This beautiful family is ours – seven kids, three in-laws and even a granddaughter! And Harry is here too!
Yes, my princess – our family. He replied, still holding her hand.
"At least she's not wincing at the breakfast table again." mumbled James, sharing a look with Nicholas, who nodded.
"Wincing?" asked Harry, confused "Why would she be winci–?"
"DON'T ASK!" shouted James and Nick.
Florence laughed and looked at all of them, relieved to see everyone around the table.
Their family.
Safe, at last.
THE END
Note
: Thank you for reading this far!
We'll still have an extra chapter with a few glimpses into their future and an epilogue. Also (in the future) there will be a short, romantic and smut-filled spin off about the next generation (where Sophie Snape will land herself one war hero – feel free to guess which!).
Finally, I just want to declare my love for this story. My first fanfic-baby, written thirteen years ago originally.
Thanks again for reading!
I'd love to know your thoughts and feelings about this.
