September 1993
Hogwarts
Headmaster's office
First week of classes
Florence walked into Dumbledore's office after lunch one day to talk about Harry's Hogsmeade visits.
"Hi, Headmaster, I'm here to sign Harry's permission form to visit the village. Prof. McGonagall told me to talk to you."
Dumbledore looked at her with a concerned expression: "I don't think it's wise to let Harry out of the castle for now, my dear. It's too dangerous."
She crossed her arms in front of her chest and looked at him, "Funny, you trusted him enough to send him to kill a basilisk for you a couple of months ago – by himself! Now, visiting Hogsmeade with his classmates and teachers is suddenly too dangerous!"
"Florence, twice already your father has almost got to Harry. Now, we are not sure of Sirius's intentions... I'd rather the boy stayed inside the castle."
"Considering that both times that Harry was in danger were inside this castle, he'd be safer studying in the Forbidden Forest," she bitterly replied.
"She's got a point, Albus," said the painting of Phineas Black.
"You said you couldn't be certain of Sirius' intentions, Florence. As long as we remain unsure he doesn't mean any harm to Harry, I'm not letting the boy go to Hogsmeade, and that's final."
Florence got furious, "I can very well protect him in the village! Why are you denying him that? If there were dragons to be slayed there, you'd certainly send him to do it for you! I'm his legal guardian and I say he'll go to Hogsmeade!"
"And I'm this school's Headmaster," Dumbledore shot her a steely look, "He is not going. Even if you signed ten permission forms! He still wouldn't go."
Florence just glared at him and stormed out of the office – in great similarity to her husband's dramatic exits – so angry she could hear her veela growling inside her head.
Fucking manipulator senile windbag! I have no idea how he was a Gryffindor!
She went back to the hospital wing, where a new patient was being cared for by Pomfrey.
And their new Care of Magical Creatures professor, was there as well.
"Hello there, Prof. Hagrid," Florence greeted the half-giant, making him smile, "What brings you here?" she glanced from him to Draco Malfoy, who was lying on a bed, whimpering.
"Buckbeak," explained Hagrid, seeming a little embarrassed, "I 'as teaching the third years 'bout hippogriffs-"
"I was attacked by that monster!" shouted Draco, "My father will hear about this! You'll be back in Azkaban in no time! You freak!"
"Alright," said Florence, seeing right through the blond boy's exaggerated act and having no patience for his rudeness.
She moved her wand over Draco's body and made a very concerned face, "My my, Madam Pomfrey, I believe we'll have to send Mr Malfoy to St. Mungus. It looks like his arm is about to fall off."
That had Draco sitting up on the bed quickly and looking at his scratched arm, moving it around to see what she was talking about.
"Oh, it's a miracle! It looks nothing but scratched now!" exclaimed Pomfrey, rolling her eyes at him. Then she looked at Florence, "Just some Wiggenweld, right, Madam Delacour?"
"Yes," she nodded, looking at Draco with a disapproving gaze, "Some Politeness Draught would do him good as well, but Severus hasn't found a way to brew that one yet."
"You'd know all about his business, wouldn't you?" said Draco, bitterly, "Going at night to my godfather's private quarters. My father told me!"
Hagrid looked at Florence, surprised by the boy's sudden outburst. But she didn't seem angry, she actually smiled, getting very close to the boy.
"In this school, Mr Malfoy, you'll refer to Severus as Prof. Snape. And do you really want him to know you're being rude to his girlfriend?" she whispered, watching as the boy's blue eyes showed surprised, "Specially when said girlfriend is the one who's about to bandage your arm, and she can choose between an ointment that warms up comfortably and another one that stings for fifteen minutes like a doxy bite," Florence pointed to two containers on the desk beside his bed, then she picked up one, opened it, and took a dollop of ointment on her gloved fingers, looking into his scared grey eyes as she applied it onto his wound.
When it warmed up nicely, Draco visibly relaxed.
Florence finished bandaging his arm as she spoke: "Learn to choose your enemies and your friends wisely, Draco," she winked at him before walking away from his bed.
Later that day
Florence was getting ready to leave the infirmary to go home, when Draco, who had been discharged earlier that afternoon, walked into the room.
"Madam Delacour," he said, with uncharacteristic politeness.
"Yes, Mr Malfoy? Can I help you again?"
"I just... I wish to apologise, Ma'am," he walked closer to her. "I... I shouldn't have said what I did earlier... I'm sorry."
Florence smiled at him, "I'm glad to see there's still something left of the sweet little boy my sons were friends with."
Then it was his turn to smile, "I remember them. James and Nicholas. I... still have the picture you took once, of us having ice creams in Hogsmeade," he hesitated, "My father tried to burn it, but I was able to save it from the fireplace, when he wasn't looking and mum fixed it for me."
Florence frowned at that, "Draco," she touched his arm, "Severus and I are aware of the shitty way your father treats you. And Severus worries about you, a lot. What I want you to know is this: I'm here. If you ever need any help and you can't find your godfather, I'm here for you as well."
"Thanks, Madam Delacour," the blond boy whispered, his grey eyes filling up with tears as he bowed his head and walked out of the infirmary.
October 1993
The castle security had never been greater before – with aurors in the corridors and hundreds of dementors guarding the grounds, no one could possibly get in or out of the Castle without triggering many alarms.
Or so was thought.
For even with all that added security, someone tried to enter the Gryffindor common room, but they didn't have the password and attacked the Fat Lady when she refused to give them passage.
According to the portrait, Sirius Black had been the one to harm her.
Sunday, October 31st
Snapes' family home
Severus was fast asleep in his bed with his wife on his chest, when he was suddenly brought to alertness by the loud sound of something heavy falling on the bedroom balcony.
He got his wand and slowly moved out of bed, trying not to wake up his wife – but Florence woke up anyway, feeling his nervousness through their bond.
"What's wrong, Sev?"
"There's something in the balcony."
She rubbed her eyes and jumped out of bed, putting on her white nightgown and picking up her wand, before walking to the balcony door with Severus.
Florence moved the curtains an inch to peek outside and gasped: "It's Remus! Last night was full moon! He's mid-transformation!" her voice filled with worry.
"Don't even think of opening that door!" Severus ordered, looking at the dark figure passed out on the floor on the other side of the glass door; Remus was slowly coming out of his werewolf form as the sun was rising,
"Why is he hurt?" he asked.
"He must've gone out with Greyback again," Florence said, looking at the man on the floor, waiting nervously for the sun to get a little higher in the sky, "It looks like he's bleeding, and it's not just a little..."
"Fuck!" Severus cursed, "That coma spell of yours, it works on werewolves, doesn't it?"
"Yes, it does," she nodded, understanding his plan.
"Right. So I'll open the door and you cast it."
"Ok," she agreed, getting ready.
Severus cautiously opened the door and stood between Remus – who was already looking more human than lupine – and his wife.
"Carcer mentis," Florence cast.
And then Severus poked the naked man on the floor with his foot, but Remus didn't move, "It either worked or he's dead."
Florence conjured some clothes on Remus' body and a gurney and Severus put him on it.
"It worked," she said, floating the gurney inside the bedroom, "It won't last as long as it does in non-lycanthropes, though," Florence said, quickly passing her wand over her friend's body and healing the several life-threatening bleedings he had.
"Why didn't he take the wolfsbane?" Severus murmured as he watched Florence work.
"I told you he said he is keeping an eye on the werewolves, to learn if they know anything about my father's return," she replied, her eyes on their wounded friend.
"That's a very dumb way to get oneself killed."
"I agree," she whispered, still focused on working on Remus' injuries.
After a few more minutes, she stopped and sighed.
"He'll be fine. Take him to a guest bedroom and I'll go down to the lab to get him some potions."
Severus nodded and kissed her lips briefly, before leaving the room with the gurney floating beside him, going as quietly as possible so that Christopher didn't wake up.
Severus floated Remus onto a bed in a guestroom and the man groaned, opening his left eye – the other being so swollen it was closed shut.
"Hey, Severus," Remus whispered, "I either seem to have survived or this is some sort of personal hell where you'll torture me for eternity."
Severus snorted, "Flattered to learn I'd be your choice of eternal torturer – but you're not dead. Florence healed you."
"Is she mad?" Remus grimaced.
Right then, Florence walked into the room, answering: "Yes, she is," she stopped by his bed and uncorked some vials, helping him drink them.
Remus didn't even ask what each of those were – but he recognised the wolfsbane, its horrible taste was not something he could learn to tolerate, even though he had been taking it for over a decade already.
"You'll need to rest here for a few days," she said, "And you will be glad to know that you won't be losing your right eye. I was able to repair it, but it'll take a week until you can see with it clearly."
"Thanks, Flor," he said, kissing her right hand, "I must go to the castle tomorrow though. I have classes."
"I'll find a way to teach them for you," Severus offered.
"Why do I think there's a catch in that offer of yours?" Remus frowned.
Severus just shrugged and looked at his wife standing beside their friend's bed, suddenly realising she was still dressed in her white silk nightgown, barefoot, dishevelled hair cascading down her shoulders and back – she looked incredibly sexy.
He opened the door and arched an eyebrow, motioning for her to leave.
I believe Remus has seen enough, wife.
Florence looked down her body and then blushed, walking to her husband, smiling: "Thanks for not making a scene, Sev. My focus was on saving him and not on what I was wearing."
"I must say I didn't mind the view," said Remus, smirking.
Florence looked at her friend reproachfully and then at her husband – who now seemed furious.
"Thanks, Remus," she said ironically. Then she pulled her husband out of the room, "Let's get out of here, Severus. He needs to rest."
And they left the room.
During the following week, Florence took over teaching two of her husband's Potions Classes that were at the same time as the Defence Against the Dark Arts classes, just so that he could teach those for Lupin.
However, on Wednesday morning, after she'd finished a Potions Class with fifth-years Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs, Florence walked into the infirmary to find four third-years Ravenclaw students in need of medical attention due to a nervous breakdown.
And she instantly knew who was to blame – for while she had been teaching Potions, Severus had been in the DADA classroom, teaching third-years Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs.
Great Hall
Severus was sitting at the high table for lunch when he heard his wife's voice: Werewolves, Severus? You had to teach them about werewolves?
He simply gave her his usual arched eyebrow and watched as she crossed the long room towards him.
Florence sat on the chair on his right and looked at him, "So?"
"So what? I've never explained my classroom decisions to you, Florence, why would I start now?" he bravely replied; her angry stare immediately letting him know he had overstepped his boundaries.
Is that how you want to play this, husband?
He sighed in annoyance, "How do you even know about what I taught this morning?"
"How nice of you to ask," she replied sarcastically, "Well, see, as we speak, I have four Ravenclaws in the infirmary, four black birds that went to the library right after DADA class to do their research on werewolves for the two rolls of parchment you asked of them-"
"That's what the little black birds do," he added with a small shrug.
"Yes. However," continued Florence angrily, "They found newspaper reports from 1984. Do you want to guess what they learned, Prof. Snape?"
He raised his eyebrows in surprise, "The attacks in the school."
"Exactly. But that's not all!" she whisper-shouted, "The brilliant Ravenclaws quickly came up with a device that can alert them of the presence of a lycanthrope. It can even let them know if a werewolf has recently been to a place," she stared at him.
And Severus realised the problems that such device would bring to their current house-guest, "That's not good," he murmured.
"No, it's not. And it leads to the reason why I have four hysterical students in the infirmary: the mentioned device won't stop beeping!" she huffed, "So now they're convinced werewolves have entered the school again and hidden, just waiting for a moment to attack."
Severus stifled a laugh and she looked at him reproachfully.
"You'll be teaching Remus' classes for next week too," she declared.
"Why?" he frowned, "You said he'd be fine by then."
"Well, as his healer, I've just decided he needs more rest. So, next week, you'll make sure to explain to the students what happened in 84 and how utterly stupid their device is. Make them break it in front of you – or break it yourself!"
So angry in defence of the werewolf, wife. Are you trying to tell me you want a pet?
No, but you just landed yourself in the doghouse. She replied, furious he was acting like a jealous pain and had called Remus a 'pet'.
Later that day
Florence was organising her papers as the seventh-year Gryffindor and Slytherin students walked out of the potions lab, when she heard her husband's voice:
"Madam Delacour. I need a moment."
Some students stopped at the door and looked at their two professors.
Florence glared at their evil-looking Potions Master as if she was about to murder him.
Severus slammed the door on the students' faces and walked to Florence.
"Doghouse, Severus," she growled, no longer looking at him, just organising the papers in the drawers and picking up a small pile that she'd grade for him. Then she walked to the door.
"Where are you going?" he frowned.
"Home. To look after my new pet – as you put it. At least he can be civil and generous."
Severus scoffed, "I offered to teach his classes, Florence. How's that not generous?"
"Oh, please!" she rolled her eyes, "You only did that to expose him!"
"I'm trying to make the students learn how to identify potentially dangerous people! What if Remus goes insane and-"
"We make his wolfsbane monthly for him!" she interrupted him, exasperated, "He's not turning insane and attacking students!"
"He purposely hasn't taken the potion a few times, Florence," he retorted, "That's exactly why he's sleeping in our guest bedroom as we speak!"
"Oh, so you're doing the students a favour," her voice dripped with irony, "Of course."
Severus touched her arms, looking at her with feigned sincerity, "Yes. I'm a jealous pain most times but I meant well, Florence."
She narrowed her eyes at him, admitting to herself she could almost believe him – but not quite: "I know you too well to fall for that, Severus."
"Fuck it," he cursed dismissively, no longer pretending to be trying to save the students, and just wrapped his arms tightly around her waist. "Yeah, I did that just to make his life difficult. I know he's just waiting for me to fuck things up and he'll be lending his shoulder for you to cry on," he finished in a low growl.
Florence rolled her eyes at him again: "You've fucked up plenty of times during all the years we've known each other, and still, I married you! Twelve years ago!" she paused, "Remus is my friend. He helped me take care of our sons when I needed. He's a sweet man with a horrible condition, you shouldn't have done what you did; he doesn't deserve it."
Severus grimaced; she always had a way to make him repent his stupidities. He had to admit Remus was not as annoying or insufferable as Black. He gritted his teeth and spoke: "Alright. I'll apologise to him and... try to solve the Ravenclaw device situation."
"Good," she nodded, her green eyes still angry.
He pulled her closer, clearly going for a snog, but Florence stopped him, shaking her head.
"Still in the doghouse, husband," and she turned around, resuming her way to the door that led to his quarters, "I'm flooing home to check on Remus."
Severus growled as he heard the sound of the fireplace taking his wife home to care for another wizard.
At home, Florence knocked softly on the door of the guest bedroom, before walking in, "Are you awake, Remus?"
"Yes, Flor," he smiled sitting up on the bed, stopping reading the newspaper.
"How are you feeling today?" she asked, smiling.
"Alive and better than yesterday. I can see some light with my right eye already."
"Good," she stooped beside the bed and moved her wand over his body, "Your internal wounds have all healed and the only thing we should still worry about is your eye, but..." she leaned over him, holding his face to look at his swollen eye, "I'm glad to see it's healing nicely," she touched her wand to his closed eyelid, "Yes. In three days it'll be opening fully," she looked into his left eye and seemed serious: "Now, promise me you'll stop risking your life, Remus."
He sighed before whispering: "I can't promise you that, Flor. I'm sorry," then he picked up her right hand that was resting on his shoulder and caressed it, "Thank you for looking after me. For saving me. I can't imagine Severus is too happy about me being here."
Before she could answer, they heard Severus' voice from the door:
"No, he's not," he glared at them, his eyes falling on her hand between Remus', "Now that you know he's not dying, can you step out here, wife?"
Florence smiled defiantly at him, crossing her arms, "No, I don't think I can. Husband."
Remus looked at them, surprised to feel some tension between them, and interested in seeing what they were going to do next.
Severus stormed into the room, his dark eyes filled with a sensual predatory energy as he stared at his wife; she was wearing a long-sleeved dark green dress that marked her waist, no cleavage showing but she looked sexy – she always looked sexy.
He had seen her leaning over the man on the bed and jealousy had him thinking he should've written directly to the parents of each student instead of just letting the dunderheads realise by themselves that one of their teachers was a werewolf.
He stopped two feet away from Florence, glancing at the other man.
"Don't mind me," Remus replied, licking his lips in anticipation, "I'm a willing spectator."
"What?" Florence asked, looking from her patient to her husband. But before she could process what he meant, Severus was on her, fisting a hand in her hair and kissing her violently.
Florence pushed him away, making him let go of her mouth, "You're not fucking me in front of him again!"
Severus arched an eyebrow, "I wasn't planning on it, wife. Now I will."
Remus thought to himself: Yes!
And Florence glared at her husband, but couldn't stop the desire that ran up her spine, even though she was still angry with him.
"I'm warning you, Severus! I'll hex you!" she had her wand in hand.
But he ignored her threats, quickly closing the gap between their bodies and wrapping an arm around her waist, pulling her close, her soft curvaceous body flushed against his hard one as he pressed her against the wall beside the bed, smirking.
"I can feel you want this, wife," Severus spoke sensually, "You want me to fuck you while he watches. You're creaming at the thought."
Fuck. She gulped, yes she wanted to be watched, she knew Severus loved to show others that he satisfied her – and she loved to please him.
And just like that, her anger at what he'd done earlier completely melted away, giving place to unbridled lust.
Severus took her lips violently and hoisted her up. Florence wrapped her legs around him and felt him pull her dress up to her waist, easily ripping her tights and touching her pussy over her knickers.
"Just as I thought," Severus hissed as his fingers touched her, "You're dripping, princess."
"Yes, and what are you going to do about it?" she demanded breathlessly.
He made quick work of vanishing her dress, exposing her beautiful breasts covered by a delicate white lacy bra – which he didn't wait to pull down, admiring her pebbled nipples and sucking one into his warm mouth.
Florence fisted a hand in his hair, moaning as he sucked and bit on the sensitive nub; Severus repeated the attack on her other breast and she was humping his stomach, needing some friction between her legs as he kept on torturing her nipples.
Remus barely breathed as he saw Florence unexpectedly arch back and scream; lowering his gaze he saw that her husband had pulled her knickers to the side and thrust his hard thick cock into her, not stopping until he was balls deep.
Holy shit. He thought, feeling his own cock hardening quickly in the confines of his joggers.
"Fuck, Severus!" Florence moaned at the delicious intrusion.
"I will, princess. Fuck you hard," he groaned in reply.
Remus gaped when Severus thrust into her roughly and repeatedly; and even though he was about two meters away from the couple, Remus could see how wet she was, her juices glistening on Severus's cock as he powerfully penetrated her, grunting as she clenched around him and approached an orgasm.
Severus pressed his cock against her g-spot at every in-stroke and soon he had her screaming his name and gripping his shoulders as her channel massaged his cock.
He slowed down his hips and looked at the man watching them, smirking at the pure envy he could see in his friend's face.
Remus had one hand under the covers and his good eye barely blinked as he watched them fuck.
Severus groaned at the desire he could see in the other man's eyes and took his wife's lips passionately, groaning at the increasing wetness around his cock; Florence's sweet gasps of "More! Harder!" had him looking at her face, seeing it contorted with pleasure, and growling in savage lust.
"You're mine, princess!" he put a hand on her neck, softly pressing on it as his dick hit her deep and hard once again, "All- fucking- mine!"
Remus saw Severus increase his thrusts and suddenly stop, balls-deep inside of her.
"Fuck," he whispered, knowing the man was spilling his cum deep into the gorgeous sexy witch whimpering against the wall.
Severus fisted a hand in her hair again and ordered: "Look at me!" and Florence's green eyes fluttered open, "You're mine!" he moved inside of her again, rubbing his seed all over her channel.
"Yes. All yours," she moaned, pulling him to a wet kiss as he rammed into her, feeling she was close to another orgasm.
Remus watched hypnotised as cum dripped down onto the floor and the couple fucked hard and fast. The pressure on his untouched cock under the covers was reaching unbearable levels.
Florence felt her husband's cock massaging her cervix, throwing her into an inexplicable orgasmic vortex, incoherent words leaving her lips as she lost her senses and her body was taken by pleasure.
"Too much," she gasped as her climax subsided.
"You'll take it like a good girl, princess. Cum for me again!" Severus growled, murmuring the spell that sucked on her clit.
"Oooh- fuck!" she screamed, her nails digging into his shoulders and her pussy clenched, sucking on his cock as she trembled.
And Severus was shooting his seed inside of her again, more cum dripping into the small puddle on the floor.
"Fucking tight cunt, princess," Severus panted, kissing her lips slowly, "Perfect cunt..."
"Carry me to our room, husband," she ordered, closing her eyes and wrapping her arms behind his neck, lowering her head to his shoulder and breathing heavily against the side of his neck.
Severus quickly scourgifyied the floor and walked out of the guestroom with her in his arms.
As soon as the door slammed closed, Remus fisted his painfully hard cock and in just four strokes orgasmed long and hard all over his stomach – suddenly glad he had got maimed four days ago.