Everything comes to a head in this chapter, but it's not all serious. I actually had a lot of fun writing most of it, at least until things got serious and kind of sad.

Also, I do not condone sex-shaming in any way nor do I think Ginny would perpetrate that. It's just the direction the story took and I went with it.

Two days passed since dinner at the Burrow and things were relatively normal. Ginny, Harry, and James went to work while Lily, Sev, and I stayed at their place. Sev and were in his room, him working on break assignment and me watching him. He was so attractive and it was even more intense when he was concentrating.

"I can feel your eyes on me, Ana," he grinned, glancing up at me through his fringe.

"You're really nice to look at. What do you expect?" I replied, pushing to sit on my knees and crawling over to him. I weaved my fingers through his hair and kissed his temple. "You've been working on this parchment all day. Why don't we do something else?"

I trailed my lips down the side of his jaw and sucked on his pulse point, making him shiver. Then I moved away from him enough to pull the parchment off his lap, placing myself there instead. He looked up at me with big eyes, his pupils dilated and his bottom lip between his teeth. He placed his hands on my waist and rubbed his thumbs over my hipbones through my t-shirt.

I placed my elbows on his shoulders with my hands twirling locks of his hair through my fingers. The last thing I expected was for him to lean forward and connect our lips. He took the lead this time, moving his lips and me following his lead. He pulled me close so there wasn't an inch of space between our upper bodies anymore.

He'd gone to the eye doctor and got contacts so his glasses weren't inferring with how we kissed. His newfound confidence was so sexy, I just wanted to stay like this with him forever. His kisses were sweet and gentle, everything I never knew I wanted until I got with Sev. I don't think I've ever felt as safe anywhere as I do in his embrace, not even at Hogwarts.

We disconnected our lips to catch our breath and I pulled back enough to take of my shirt. Sev's breathing became labored as he struggled to keep his eyes on mine instead of letting them wander my newly exposed skin.

"I wouldn't have taken it off if I didn't want you to look at me," I whispered, leaning forward and kissing the corner of his mouth. "So, look at me, Albus."

He let out a shaky breath and allowed himself to look down at my shirtless body. I was just wearing a regular bra, but he was looking at me like I was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. His hands moved from my waist and reached out to touch me, but his finger hovered over my stomach.

"You can touch me, too, dork," I replied, leaning in to kiss him again as his fingers timidly traced over my skin.

A shiver coursed through me when he kissed my collarbone, making me suck my lip into my mouth. I dug my nails into his shoulder, only slightly hampered by the material of his sweater. He removed his mouth from my skin and a whine left my lips without my consent, making my face heat up.

"You're so cute," he complimented, kissing the tip of my nose.

Then he leaned back enough to pull his sweater over his head, static making his hair stick out at odd angles. I tried to smooth it back down to no avail, making the two of us laugh. He had on a white t-shirt underneath it that he pulled off as well, looking down instead of holding my eyes.

"Hey, what's up?" I asked, wrapping my arms around his neck lazily and twirling his hair through my fingers again.

"I'm not much to look at and you're so beautiful…" he trailed off, still not looking at me fully. "I don't want you to be disappointed."

"Nothing you ever do will disappoint me, Albus Severus," I swore, lifting his chin so he had to hold my gaze. "Nothing."

His shoulders lost their tension and he pulled me back to him, reconnecting our lips. The kisses were different this time, more intense and less gentle. I pushed him backward and maneuvered my knees on either side of his hips, leaning down to kiss his neck and collarbone. His grip got tighter with every kiss I left on his skin.

"Ella," he hissed, throwing his head back when I sucked over his collarbone again. "God, you're driving me mad."

His confession made warmth pool in the bottom of my stomach and a pleasant heat course through my body. I needed to be careful before I pushed things way too far with Sev, he'd already told me he wasn't ready to have sex and I was going to respect that.

I sat on his stomach and placed my hands on his chest, looking down at his face. His voice was deliciously rough when he asked, "Why'd you stop?"

"I just want to look at you. Is that okay?" I teased, trailing my fingertips down the center of his chest. "I mean it's only fair, you got to look at me, right?"

His face was brighter red than I've ever seen it and it stretched all the way to the tips of his ears. I noticed now that he was topless underneath me his neck and the top of his chest turned red as well when he got flustered; it was sweet.

He was slender with broad shoulders –apparently all the Potter men were built that way. I followed the line of them with my fingers before moving them down to his collarbone. He shivered under my fingers but let me do as I pleased with baited breath.

"You were wrong," I murmured a couple moments later after I'd touched all the bare skin of his torso. "You're quite a lot to look at, Sev."

I stood up and yanked off my shorts before going back to sitting on his stomach. Just when his eyes had gone back to their normal size, they grew large again. I had an idea and knew it was going to be pushing, but I trusted Sev to stop me if it was more than he wanted.

I kissed each part as I named them off.

"This scar on your shoulder."

Kiss.

"The freckles right here."

Kiss.

"The paleness of your belly."

Kiss.

"This little trail of hair…"

Kiss.

He cupped my jaw in his hand and pulled my mouth up to his, locking us in a heated kiss. He rolled us over and made me gasp, taking the opportunity to deepen our kiss. His own hands ventured to new territory: one of them actually gripped my thigh and the other fell to my bare side.

I wrapped that leg around his waist to get closer and tossed an arm around his shoulders to lift myself so our chests were pressed together. The feeling of his skin against mine was indescribable, especially when he started kissing my neck and moving his hand along the outside of my thigh. A quiet whimper escaped my lips and he echoed it with a moan of his own.

"Sev, what do you want for dinner, love?"

Ginny burst into the room and saw exactly what position we were in. There was no way to explain why I was just in my bra and knickers while Sev was just wearing his pants other than the obvious. Sev rolled off me quickly and pulled his duvet up over my body, always the gentlemen even with his mum barging in on us.

"What the hell are you two doing?" she shouted, placing her hands on her hips and glaring down at us. "There is only a couple rules and you're breaking all of them!"

"Mum, we're sorry!" Sev said, standing up and moving to pull his shirt back on before tossing me mine.

I pulled on the shirt and got up. I also realized there's no dignified way to put your shorts back on after you pick them up off your boyfriend's floor while his mother watches because she caught you making out sans said shorts. If people melted during embarrassment, I would already be seeping through the floorboards.

"We have to have a discussion," she seethed, anger coming off her in waves. "Downstairs. NOW!"

She turned curtly on her heel and stormed out of the room, leaving Sev and I to star after her. I pulled my hair up again in his mirror and thanked whoever was up there that we hadn't left any seeable marks on each other. That would've made things a thousand times worse for both of us.

He took my hand in his and twined our fingers together, kissing the top. "This is going to be bad, but it could've been a whole lot worse."

My embarrassment made words impossible so I just nodded and held his hand for dear life with both of mine. It was just Ginny at the table and the rest of the house was wealthy silent, not a good sign. This house was never quiet, there were too many people in the house for that to happen.

"The rule was not to be in Sev's room when we're not home," Ginny announced without turning to look at us. "Especially with the room closed and doing… that."

"Mum, it's not that big of a deal. We didn't do anything wrong," Sev tried, but that didn't go over too well.

"So you think breaking my very precariously set rules isn't wrong, Albus Severus?" she asked, her tone terrifying. "You think shacking up with this pierced slut isn't wrong?"

I winced and tore my hand from his; my temper was flaring and I wasn't going to deal with her being so rude. "Excuse me? I am not a slut."

"Yes, that's why you've shagged both my sons," she replied.

"I haven't slept with either of your sons, for your information," I told her through clenched teeth. "You've wanted a reason to hate me since Sev introduced me as his girlfriend, just waiting for me to mess up."

"You are way out of line, missy. I don't take kindly to you disrespecting me in my own home," she responded, her own temper flaring now. "Especially since I've seen you in your knickers with my son in his bed. That's the behavior of a slut if I've ever seen it."

I looked over at Sev, but he remained quietly seat at the kitchen table. "This wasn't all my doing, I wasn't caught on my own."

"Yes, but Sev isn't the kind of boy to do things like that. He doesn't break rules," she said. "He only did those things because you convinced him to. You manipulated him with lures of sex, I know that game very well, but you're not playing it with my son."

"Sev? A little help here?" But he didn't say a word.

"See? He knows what he did was wrong, both bringing you here and breaking the rules," Ginny said in a mock-cordial tone, walking over and placing her hand on his shoulder.

I turned on my heel and went up the stairs two at a time to get to Lily's room. I gathered up all my things, tears burning my eyes that I refused to let fall as I shoved everything in my bag. I pulled on my shoes and went back downstairs, bag in hand.

"Ana, don't go."

Sev was standing at the foot of the stairs with a desperate expression on his face. He was running his hands through his hair and chewing on his bottom lip.

"Amazing! You can speak now!" I cried, a couple tears breaking through. "You had no problem letting your mother cut me to the bone and defend your virtue."

"She was just upset, Ana," he tried, but I wasn't listening.

"No! No, you don't get to call me that anymore," I hissed, stepping away from his reaching hands and into the empty part of the living room floor. "I was wrong earlier when I said you could never do anything to disappoint me."

He opened his mouth to speak, but I didn't give him the chance. I Apparated out of his house and to my flat. Stef was sitting on the couch and looked beyond surprised to see me. I dropped my bags and threw myself into his arms, bawling against his chest.

He wrapped me up tight and rocked me, brushing my hair out of my face since my bun was history. I must've been harsher when I was packing than I originally realized. Stef knew me well enough to know whatever happened was serious because I never cried. The fact that I was letting him see me fall apart like this spoke volumes.

Sometimes big brothers were necessary when you were having complete breakdowns.

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