Well... This was a sweet chapter, I think.
Kathryn opened the door to the dungeons, sighing. She had to serve her detention just after dinner. She'd promised to work on eating larger portions, forcing herself to eat until her gut felt like it would burst… once a day. She'd merely nibble on her breakfast, not too thrilled to see oatmeal, turkey, or wheat rolls.
Draco looked up from his papers, and smiled at her. She gave a slight nod back, her tired eyes revealing her misery.
"Are you adjusting?" He asked, worried. Severus had mentioned to him that he noticed she wasn't eating, hardly talking to any of them. Kathryn nodded.
"Yes. I'm fine, sir." She muttered. Draco sighed, and shook his head.
"I don't believe you. You're a horrible liar, you know." He stated, setting his papers down and standing up. Draco walked over to a dirty cauldron and tilted it on its side. Kathryn sighed, setting her book bag down. The last thing she wanted to be doing was any sort of physical labor, her side still hurting every once in a while.
"You don't have to use muggle methods. You can use magic." He mentioned, noticing her reluctance. She nodded, thankful for the ease. She skillfully waved her wand and commanded: scourgify, her spirit lifting at her handiwork. She then frowned, and stared at the floor, thinking about the orphanage.
Draco looked inside the cauldron, and smirked. She'd done a good job, as always.
"Severus told me you haven't been eating. Nayeli mentioned that you hardly talk to them, and that you haven't been sleeping. It's not your fault, you know, what happened to you." He began. She looked up at him, her eyes wide. She shook her head slowly and sat down on a desk, looking at her hands.
"How can I talk to them, sir?" She mumbled.
"They won't get on your case. They're worried about you. So is Jeffrey. It's taking its toll on all of us. You need to deal with whatever's going on in your head, Kathryn, before you end up doing something drastic." He scolded, sitting on a desk across from her. She looked up at him with teary eyes. In a way, he reminded her much of her father, who would often give her lectues that sounded a lot like this one.
"You don't understand, sir!" She sniffled, her voice cracking. He racked his brain, trying to sympathize with her. Blaise was better at this, and so was Sheeva. He smiled as he had an idea, and rushed to his storeroom, rummaging through the shelves. He made a mental note to have her rearrange and organize the potions.
He found what he was looking for, and walked back out. She was still sitting on the desk, staring morosely at her knees.
"Huître, here. This potion will encourage you to write your thoughts down on paper, sometimes in the form of poetry, other times in the form of… well, messy jumble. But I think it'll help you to sort out what you're thinking and feeling, and get it down on paper. You'll still have to speak them to someone in order to get over it, but writing this down is a start." He explained, holding the small vial to her. She took it, and looked at it. It was a bright, baby blue. She looked back at him, still not trusting him. He held up his hands in defense, smiling genuinely.
"Hey, at least you know what it is, and are taking it of your own free will." He stated. She scoffed.
"I still can't drink water because of you two." She muttered, unstoppering the vial and sniffing the contents. It was spicy, and tingled her nose. She turned her head and held it away as she sneezed, her eyes watering from the whiff of the potion.
Already she could feel some effects, and she took in a deep breath. She sighed as she imagined a few of her favorite scents: The smell of the hospital wing, the smell of the forest, and Severus' cologne. She shook her head at the thought, and looked back at the potion.
"Bottoms up." She muttered, downing the potion. She made a face of disgust as she pulled the vial away from her lips and handed it to him. He chuckled.
"For as pretty as it smells, it tastes like… ammonia." She muttered, shivering as the aftertaste spread across her taste buds. Draco didn't want to know the details of how she knew what ammonia tasted like. She waited for a few minutes, looking around. She didn't feel any different, but she reminded herself that she had to be patient. Then, it hit her. Her hand twitched and began to ache. She needed to write.
She reached into her bag and grabbed her ink and quill and spare bit of parchment, scribbling down her thoughts. She didn't notice Draco peer at the page in interest. They were indeed a jumbled mess, a mixture of two or three lines, some rhyming, others sentences or fragments of sentences.
She sniffled, her face turning red as she admitted her thoughts down on paper. She gave up looking, and closed her eyes, continuing to scrawl on the parchment with fervor. She began to slow down, the potion wearing off as quickly as it had taken effect.
Her hand fell to her side, her fingers barely holding on to the quill. With her other hand, she wiped away the tears from her eyes and the sweat from beneath her brows, taking a deep breath and looking down at the parchment. She'd almost filled it.
Her grammar Nazi began to chide her as she saw the fragments of sentences, and she grimaced, wanting to lift her hand and fix them. It was useless.
"I can't move my hand." She muttered, looking up at him, slightly embarrassed. He grabbed the quill and poked her hand lightly with it.
"Did you feel that, at least?" He asked. She nodded, handing him the parchment with her good hand, and then lifting her limp arm with her other to set it in her lap.
"Good. Means there's no nerve damage. You'll be fine. You were going mach-five, so I'm not surprised." He muttered, turning away from her to read her jumbled mess of notes.
Worthless. Don't deserve friends. Don't deserve Severus. Orphan. Good for nothing. And a vast few other insults littered the top of the page. His eyes trailed further down, where a few poetic lines were scribbled.
Hide my head, I want to drown in sorrow. No tomorrow, no tomorrow. I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad: The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had. I find it hard to tell you. I find it hard to take. Running in circles, it's a mad world.
At this, he sniffled, beginning to tremble.
Memories don't lie. Going nowhere.
Filthy mudblood, filthy orphan. Slave. Deaf, dumb bitch.
Severus doesn't love you. You're a pity case. You, who can barely take care of yourself.
"Severus loves you. He won't say it just yet, because he takes after Blaise. He wants to wait for the opportune moment… a silly romantic." Draco stated, still not looking at her, trying to blink away the tears in his eyes. His voice was cracked, and she stared at him, shocked.
"Are you crying, sir?" She asked. He turned around and stared at her.
"Did you not hear what I just said?" He asked, wondering if that was all that she'd gotten from his confession. She nodded her head.
"Just because you said it doesn't mean it's true." She whispered, drowning. He pinched the bridge of his nose. This would be harder than he thought.
"Actions are more powerful than any string of words. Think about it. He learned sign language for you. He visited you at the orphanage. You saw how he reacted that day in the Leaky Cauldron when you confessed to your abuse. He treated you to dinner, and made sure that you were happy. When Lowe used the Cruciatus Curse on you, he was livid! Hell, he probably would have killed Lowe if he could have gotten away with it." Draco stated, leaning on his arms against the table she was sitting on, giving her a stern look. She didn't look at him, staring at her hands in misery and pain.
"Huître, are you listening to me?" He asked, unsure. She didn't answer, but wrapped her arms around herself, curling into a ball. He called her name again. No answer.
"Kathryn, dammit, look at me." He barked. She flinched, brought out of her thoughts, and trailed her eyes slowly to his face. He had an angry expression on his face, and she found herself preparing to run, the adrenaline causing her body to tingle.
He calmed down as he noticed her tense.
"Please, go talk to him. Talk to Nayeli. As his sister, she probably knows more than I do." He muttered, almost pleading with her to get the help that she needed.
"Whether you believe it or not, you do deserve them. They want to hang out with you. They want to spend time with you. Not because you're a…" He stopped to glance at the parchment, looking for a few of her words. "An orphan, or a pity-case, or a- He cringed as he said this: "A slut? Really? Far from it, I think." He stated, dropping the parchment to his side to look at her.
"You're their friend. You're the brightest witch of their age. Hell, it's almost like you're Granger's kid." He continued. She looked up at him, a confused look on his face at "Granger". He ignored it. It wasn't important now.
"If you'd just talk to them. For the love of Merlin, I can't watch my children suffer like this anymore. Can't hardly watch you suffer either." He muttered, scratching the back of his head. Over the years, because his kids had spent so much time with her, she was becoming somewhat of a second daughter as well. Of course, he wouldn't admit that right now; he'd already said more than he'd care for.
"Focus on the positive, Huître. You're here, now. You're safe. You've got your friends in Gryffindor. You've got my son who's head over heels for you. You can recover, get out the disturbing mindset that that woman has shaped you into, but you've got to open up, and branch out. You've got to force yourself out of your comfort range." He tried to get her to see to reason. Surely, she had to have some scruples left, and not be so far into depression that there was no getting her out of it. She didn't look at him, and hardly even blinked, but she gave a very small nod of her head.
Draco had to admit, he was relieved that he was able to talk some sense into the poor girl. He heaved a heavy sigh and smiled to himself.
The clock struck eight, and he looked at it, somewhat surprised. Time flew when he wasn't paying attention. He stood up and pocketed the parchment, pulling out a spare that he'd used for calculations and burning it to give the impression that he'd burned the original.
Kathryn felt her stress lift as she stared at the burning parchment. The written words were gone, for now, at least. She frowned as she realized that they would still be fresh in her mind. Perhaps Professor Malfoy had been right. Maybe speaking these words, to better come to terms with them, were key in her recovery.
She felt significantly better at this thought, and stepped down off of the table. She turned to him, and smiled slightly.
"Thank you, sir." She muttered, picking up her bag, wincing slightly as her side stung with pain.
"Anytime. I'll see you tomorrow." He dismissed her, clutching the parchment in his pocket. She headed for the door, and he stopped her again.
"Eat something tomorrow at breakfast, alright? I'll have Nayeli force-feed you if I have to." He growled. She found herself smirking, and left the classroom without another word.
A week had passed since the lecture. Kathryn was feeling almost a hundred times better, physically and emotionally. She still hadn't voice her thoughts, but writing them down helped her realize more and more that she had to tell Nayeli and Severus.
It had been almost three weeks since Sheeva's sudden leave, and Kathryn noticed that the Zabini-Malfoy family were struggling to deal with it. Severus and Nayeli had taken to even more drastic training, spreading their wings and teaching themselves to fly. She was amazed with the way that they were able to use magic without their wands, doing small things such as spitting fire or changing the states of water and other mixtures.
She'd even helped them train, shooting stunning spells at them while they dodged them in the air. A few times they'd gotten hit and stunned, but to the other's quick thinking, neither were harmed. They didn't even hit the safety net Kathryn had meshed with magic above the courtyard.
Jeffrey was even practicing things too, turning small pebbles into rock figures of his favorite animals. He was taking this as something fun. For this, the others were thankful. Kathryn didn't think she could watch Jeffrey turn stoic, like so many of the other children at the orphanage.
Kathryn was allowed to visit the orphanage every few days. The first time around, she'd been terrified, but with Nayeli and Severus at her side, she was able to face her previous prison with a newfound courage. Draco had been right. Severus and Nayeli wanted to spend time with her, and she could see it now, clear as day.
Narcissa was doing a wonderful job, and Kathryn was pleased with her. She would owl every other day with constant updates on the children. She'd been working hard to make sure that they had plenty of what they needed and more, even telling her that a few of the children were in line for adoption. Austin had been sent to the hospital for a few days after their "liberation" and placed in the ICU. Eliza visited him every day, and had helped him move back in.
The orphanage had transformed from a drab, miserable, run-down place to a bright, happy place bustling with the energy and laughter of the children. They'd rushed to Kathryn with grins on their faces, looking better than they had in years.
Harry Potter would often stop by, trying to gather as much evidence as he could to build up a case against Madame Maddess. Even with the evidence, she would be going to prison hands-down, but it was always safe to have as much evidence as they could. Kathryn was delighted to hear that she was behind bars in Azkaban, almost leaping for joy in the Grand Hall as she received the news.
She hadn't meant to, but it was relieving for her.
The trial was set for the fourteenth of February. Valentine's Day, of all days. What a killjoy.
Kathryn shook her head as she noticed Severus stand from the Slytherin table and make his way hastily towards the courtyard, a determined expression on his face. She knew that he was going to train. She excused herself and followed, hoping to catch him by himself, eager to talk.
She watched as he shed his robes and shirt, spread his wings, and formed a sign with his hands, forming copies of himself with dirt. He began to spar with them furiously, working out his anger towards them. Kathryn counted the clones. Six against one. Flawlessly, he took them out, and they exploded, sending clods of dirt everywhere as they were defeated.
He looked up at the statue of Dumbledore, and it smiled back down at him. It was a constant reminder of his mother's power, and he craved more. Nayeli and Severus both did. They'd driven themselves to near exhaustion, training until they dropped.
Severus retracted his wings and sat down at the base of the statue, sighing heavily as he rested his arms on his knees. Kathryn's heart fell as she noticed that his face looked like he was about to cry. She shook her head and walked out, sitting down next to him and taking his hand. It was warm, his body still heated.
He glanced at her with tired eyes. She smiled back at him.
"Doing ok?" She asked. He nodded his head slightly, and then shook his head.
"No. It's been three weeks now. Tomorrow will be a month." He muttered. She nodded.
"I know. But, Severus? She'd be proud of you and Nayeli. Look how much you've done for yourself. For each other. Even for me." She reminded him, trying to keep his thoughts positive. She rested her head against his arm, and he nodded, wrapping his arm around her to pull her in closer.
"Thanks, Kathryn." He kissed the top of her head, happy that he could do so now. She chuckled, and draped her knees over her legs, getting comfortable. He felt his cheeks heat in slight shock as she rested her head against his chest and folded her arms on her stomach.
This was the closest she'd gotten to him since their first date. He hugged her to him, hardly noticing that he was getting a little bit cold. She was, though, and she took her wand out and waved it, casting a warming charm on the both of them to block out the cold.
"I… I have to apologize. I knew what I was walking into when I left that day." She began, not entirely sure where to start. He closed his eyes, and focused. When he opened them, he was in his room, sitting on his bed. Kathryn was still in his arms, the way she had been outside. She chuckled, amazed.
"What was that?" She asked. Severus was even more shocked.
"It worked?" He asked, looking around. He smirked at himself. Of course it worked. He was too good at this.
"Didn't mean to cut you off, but I figured we should be inside; it's the middle of winter." He muttered. She chuckled, and nodded, hugging him, the heat from his body still radiating.
He lifted a hand to set it on her head, stroking her hair. They sat in silence for a while, watching the creatures that dwelled in the lake through the window.
"I should have tried harder to stop you." He admitted. She took a deep breath, and sighed. The words she wanted to say she'd written down on paper, intending to give them to him. However, as she pulled the letter out of her pocket, she stared at it.
"What's in the letter?" He asked. She squinted at it, remembering Draco's lecture. She had to say the words, not write them down. She'd have to hear herself say them, accept them as true, and change her mind set about them to move on.
She tore the letter up and set the pieces on his nightstand.
"Everything in the letter, I've got to say to you. Otherwise, I won't be able to get over this." She began.
She turned to him, looking him in his emerald eyes. She blinked, a frown on her face.
"I kept telling myself I was doing the right thing. My dad always pressured me to do the right thing, no matter what, and after he died, I…" She paused, searching for the right words.
"There's an insane need to do everything to make sure that everyone is all right, even at my own expense. The Madame's words didn't really affect me till recently. I started doubting myself. I started doubting you and Nayeli." She whispered, her throat tight with worry and self-loathing.
"She told me, almost every day that I wasn't worth it. That you didn't care. That Nayeli didn't care. I would be alone, no matter what, because I'm…" She stopped, taking a deep breath. Severus waited, almost wanting to cut her off and tell her that she was dead wrong. His impatience tore at his tongue as it itched to speak.
"Because I'm weak, a know-it-all. Because I'm not good enough. That I'll never be good enough. I'm a pity-case. A slave." Her voice was thick with hurt and pain, agonizing to Severus' ears. He softly touched her cheek. She opened her mouth to say more, but then closed it, staring somewhere on his chest.
"It's getting easier to deal with day by day, but when I look in the mirror every morning… I have to see it. I see them, and have to tell myself that they're nothing but lies. Scars that a tyrant inflicted on me to cut me down, and make me miserable. They don't define me. I define… me." She continued.
"'They'? What are you talking about?" He asked, worried. She pulled away from him and stared at him sadly, then reached into her robe pocket and retrieved her wand, dispelling the blemishing charm she'd placed on herself. He barely registered that she'd grabbed his hand before he felt it slip beneath her shirt.
His eyes widened in shock as his thumb grazed a scar on her left hip, and he traced it. He lifted her shirt a little bit, allowing his eyes to trail to his thumb. 'Worthless' was carved into her skin. He scowled, his eyes emanating the pain he felt, and he lifted her shirt more to examine the rest.
This was what she'd meant by her "board". It made him tremble slightly, and his heart pounded in his chest with agony. She shrugged off her robes and pulled off her shirt, revealing every scar she had cut into her stomach. He tried to fight back the tears as he saw them.
"She did this to you?" He asked, already knowing the answer. Kathryn nodded slowly.
"Yes. She did."
"Oh, God." He sat up quickly and hugged her tightly against him. She could feel him shivering, and she hoped that it wasn't from fear. He placed a small kiss on her neck, and ran his fingers through her hair. She hugged him back, surprised.
"If I could get rid of them forever, Kathryn, I would. Please know that I would. But they're wrong. These words are so wrong." He whispered, his brain taking a vacation shortly after he finished his sentence. The other thoughts in his head had "gotten lonely and died" Nayeli would say.
They heard footsteps running up the stairs from outside of his door and Jeffrey's voice calling out to Severus from behind the door. Kathryn and Severus broke apart, and Severus didn't think he'd ever seen her move so quickly as she grabbed her shirt and robes, taking them with her as she rolled off of the bed onto the floor. She scurried beneath his bed, and hid, rearranging the dressings of the bed to give the impression that everything was in order.
Severus stood as Jeffrey barreled into the room, rushing up to him and holding a stone animal that seemed to be alive.
"Look! Look! It's alive!" He gleamed proudly, holding up a stone baby dragon. Severus was honestly amazed, momentarily forgetting about Kathryn. He went to pick it up, but as soon as he held it in his hand, it froze, becoming a normal stone figurine. He frowned, and set it back in Jeffrey's hand.
It sprang back to life, and let out a roar, a small wisp of fire erupting from its mouth.
"Well, now. That's interesting." He muttered, intrigued. Jeffrey grinned proudly, and set it on Severus' dresser.
"Where's Kathryn? I want to make one for her too!" He asked, ecstatic. Severus paused, his eyes widening as he looked like a kid caught in a lie. He forced himself to shrug.
"I, uh, don't know. Try… the library." He suggested, feeling his nerves increase dramatically. Jeffrey took his suggestion, gave him a quick hug, and tottered off, skipping across the common room and down the hall to the library.
Severus walked over to the door and locked it, letting out a tense breath. He chuckled to himself, and turned around. Kathryn had crawled out from underneath his bed, brushing off the dust bunnies. He rushed over to her and picked a few out of her hair, gently caressing her cheek. She smiled, relaxed, and turned her head into his palm.
He pulled her against him, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her, pleased when she kissed him back. His skin was wonderfully smooth and hot to her touch, and she couldn't help but grab onto his shoulders. The way his muscles flexed as he held her and kissed her sent tingles down her back and a pool of need between her legs.
They paused for a moment to look in each other's eyes, and they both smiled, their eyes half-lidded from their mixture of emotion. Severus rested one hand at the small of her back and the other tipped her head to meet his again as he kissed her more, a little more passionately.
She walked backwards until her knees hit his bed. She giggled and fell backwards, taking him with her, surprising him slightly. He moved himself between her legs, and pushed her up on the bed, crawling over her.
His erection was throbbing against his slacks, but he ignored it. True, it was difficult to do so, being as it had to be the first boner he'd had in quite a while. He propped himself up on his elbow, trailing his fingers along her neck and along her collarbone. He rubbed it with his thumb, and broke away from their kiss to look at her.
Her face was beet red, and he was happy that color was coming back to her face. He took her hand and kissed her again, continuing to trail his hands down her body, tracing her scars with his thumb. He felt himself shaking slightly. He shifted his weight to his other hand, accidentally brushing his erection against her thighs.
He felt her skin break out in goose bumps and barely heard her gasp at the contact, squeezing his hand.
He nibbled on her lip, and chuckled when she shivered again. Her body felt like it was on fire, despite the cold of the room. He moved his mouth to her ear, giving the earlobe a slight nibble, earning another gasp of surprise. He chuckled, the vibrations from his voice tickling her neck and sending even more shivers down her spine, the pool of need growing stronger.
She let her head fall to the side, opening her neck to give him a little more room, and he gladly kissed and nipped at her neck, lightly sucking on a few places. He slipped his thumb and index finger beneath the fabric of her bra, hesitating.
He tried not to frown or look at her, as she'd know that he was slightly worried. Her ribs were prominent, and he could feel them. Hell, he could even feel the knobs where the bones had calcified to heal the minor fractures.
"Kathryn…" He muttered sadly, placing a kiss on her neck. She was slightly confused, mistaking his hesitance for nerves. She arched her back and unclasped her bra, pulling the straps down and off of her thin shoulders. He sat up and gave her a sheepish grin.
"Um… uh…" He stammered, slightly embarrassed. She giggled at him. His reactions were incredibly cute.
She took his hand and placed it on her breast, giving it a light squeeze. Severus sucked in a breath as he felt the nipple harden beneath his palm, and averted his gaze from her eyes to her chest as he lifted his hand away and began to play with her nipple, rolling it about in his fingers.
He leaned down and took the other nipple in his mouth, nibbling and licking it, fascinated with the texture. It was amazingly soft, and when it hardened in his mouth, it became slightly rough. He let out a growl as his erection pulsed with arousal. He let himself press against her again, and a tiny moan escaped her lips. She rubbed against him, looping a finger in his belt loop to pull him closer.
He broke away from her nipple with a 'pop', and then kissed her hungrily, grinding against her, hard. Her body moved automatically, and she gripped his shoulder, enjoying the feeling of it. The skirt of her school uniform had bunched up around her hips, revealing smooth, white skin and a pair of black underwear.
Severus smirked in his kiss as he inched his hand between her legs, pausing at the waistband of her skirt.
"May I?" He asked in a husky voice that Kathryn found incredibly sexy. She nodded slowly, blushing, eager to be touched. Her eyes widened and then shut tightly as she lied back as he began to stroke her from the outside of her underwear. He grinned as he felt that they were soaked.
She was panting, gripping his sheets. She almost let out a scream as he slipped his hand between her skin and the fabric. He watched her, fascinated, and sat up to be able to get a better view.
He let his fingers explore her lips, tracing them and enjoying the way that she would flinch as he rubbed the bundle of nerves at the top. He gently circled it with the pad of his middle finger before bringing it down and pushing it inside of her.
She let out a moan, followed by a sultry muttering of his name as his finger slid inside of her. It was incredibly sexy, hot, and tight. When she bucked against his hand, he chuckled, and experimented by sliding his ring finger inside, doing a scissoring motion and rubbing his fingers along her walls.
He leaned down and kissed her, and she wrapped her arms around him, caressing his arms, giving the one that was working on her a squeeze. She broke away to whisper hotly beside his ear: Faster, more!
He obliged, testing using his thumb to rub her clit, and she arched, lips parted in a silent moan. He moved his fingers faster, and she bucked her hips against him, feeling her release building. She'd tried to mimic what she thought it would feel like, only to find that it was satisfactory, at best. This, however, was at a whole new level.
When he leaned down and took her nipple in his mouth and bit it lightly, she came, letting out a small scream of pleasure and her eyes fluttered closed. He grinned, amazed as his work, but even more so at the feeling of her tightening around his fingers. He removed them. He brought one to his mouth and licked at it, finding that he enjoyed the taste. It was strangely sweet, yet tangy.
"Severus!" She gasped, embarrassed at his actions. He gave her a look.
"What? I'm just curious!" He explained, smirking down at her. She had closed her eyes, trying to still her racing heart. She sat up, blushing. She caught him by surprise as she gripped his shoulders and playfully pushed him to his back, straddling his hips.
She kissed him, hard, pushing her tongue into his mouth. He groaned and gripped her hips, allowing one hand to move to her butt, giving it a firm grasp. She squeaked, and giggled, sitting up and resting her hands on his belt buckle. His eyes widened, and then floated shut as she cupped him from outside of his slacks.
He bit his lip, trying to keep himself in check. He knew he was going to blow, and he didn't want to embarrass himself by doing it too soon. He chuckled, amused by the wave sent through his body when she lightly bit his nipple, kissing her way down his chest.
A knock sounded at the door, and his nerves ran wild. He snapped his eyes open and looked at the door, and then back at her. She had a wonderfully seductive smirk on her face as she held a finger to her lips, motioning for him to be silent. She unbuckled his belt slowly, teasingly.
She fought to keep from giggling as Blaise's voice called out from the other side of the door.
"Hey, you have a minute?" He asked. Severus looked down at Kathryn, and then at the door.
"Not really." He managed to get out. He covered his mouth his with hand and grabbed a fistful of sheet as she pulled his erection out and began to stroke it. As he looked back at her, he noticed the look of shock on her face, and shot her a smirk. He knew he was well endowed, and thankful for it.
"Oh, fuck." He mouthed when she licked it from the base to the tip, putting it in her mouth and sucking the head gently. He bit his knuckle to keep from groaning as she took more of him in, his eyes rolling in the back of his head.
"…eli was looking for you. That and, I wanted to check up on you. You seem… frustrated." Blaise called in. Severus fought back a growl. His father was getting on his nerves.
"I'm…" He took a deep breath. "Fine." He stressed, trying to keep his noises down and breathing steady. He gasped as she bit him lightly.
"Just trying to sleep." He muttered, his eyes fluttering closed. He was aching, trying to restrain himself. How embarrassing it'd be if he…
"Ok. Well, I love you. See you in the morning." Blaise muttered to him, waiting for an answer.
"Love you." He called out, looking at Kathryn. A gleam spread across her eyes, and she winked at him. Severus heard footsteps leading away from his doorstep, and he knew that his father had left. He silently cast a silencing charm on himself before he came, grunting out as his hips bucked hard, spilling himself in the back of her throat. She held him down, sucking at him, trying to get every drop.
He fell back against his bed, panting. She dispelled the silencing charm he'd placed on himself, grinning down at him.
"That was… fucking intense." He blurted, still shocked at the fact that she'd done something like that. Even more so at his ability to hold on till the last minute. She laughed at him, amused, wiping her lips a little.
She lied down next to him, curling herself into him. He began to laugh, holding her tightly against him. He kissed the top of her head.
"Shocked that you could hold a conversation… with your father of all people." She commented. He smirked.
"I meant that to be for you, you know. I… love you, Kathryn." He confessed. She paused, and smiled, her eyes filling with tears. She buried her face in his chest.
"I love you too, Severus." She whispered, trying to keep from bawling with joy. He tilted her face up, and kissed her, ignoring the fact that she'd just sucked him off. He pulled his quilt up and over them both, wrapping an arm around her.
"Stay. It's… late." He asked, giving her hip a squeeze.
She chuckled.
"Someone will notice that I'm not in the common room." She pointed out, cuddling against him, resting her head on his shoulder.
"It's cold, then." He suggested.
"Inside the castle?" She arched an eyebrow. She covered her mouth as she yawned.
"You fell asleep here… helping me… study." He chuckled, closing his eyes. She smirked.
"Sounds legit." She agreed, closing her eyes as well, slipping off to sleep with ease. He opened an eye to steal one last look at her before falling asleep, his heart swelling with love and pride. She was cute, beautiful on an everyday basis, but here, she was perfect.
How cute... off to homework now... ugh... no more...