Hogwarts

Back in the dungeons, Severus closed the door of his living room quarters and had his coming relieved sigh abruptly interrupted:

"Evening, Severus."

"Florence," he tried not to smile at her angry face – he knew right then he was in trouble.

"You know," she spoke in a deceitfully calm tone, "I was at home," she got up from the armchair she was occupying and walked slowly towards him, "Chris and Sophie were asleep, and I was in bed, missing my husband..." she unfastened the buttons of his waistcoat and pulled his undershirt out of his trousers, touching his hard abs, "When, suddenly, my mind was filled by images of my father's house," she tilted her head and asked in feigned curiosity, "Why do you think that happened, husband?"

"You miss that place?" he replied, knowing it would only annoy her further.

Florence stopped touching him, narrowing her eyes, "You do like it when you get in trouble, don't you?"

"Oh, yes, love to fuck you all angry."

She sighed, aware that when he acted stupid, she never got anything from him, "What happened there, Severus? Our bond only let me know you were in the house, I couldn't see what was happening."

"I was called for my private audience with your father," he wrapped his arms around her, kissing her lips, "And we discussed: you," he kissed her again, "How obedient of a wife you are."

Florence rolled her eyes, "Sure. My father would never believe I'm an obedient little wife."

"That's why I told him you're obedient – most of the time."

She touched his face, "Did he hurt you?"

"No. He said killing me would give him an enemy he isn't sure he can afford," he kissed her shoulder.

She raised her eyebrows, surprised by the information that her father considered her a dangerous enemy to have.

"And he said that he gives us his blessing," added Severus.

Florence stared at him, frowning, "That's it?" it sounded all too good to be true.

"Well, I may have told him you are an ally now. That I was able to change your mind during the years."

"And the kids? Did you tell him anything?"

"Yes. Only about the twins, as we had previously discussed."

Florence nodded slowly, "Yes. They look too much like you to be hidden, and a lot of people know about them already..." she let out a long breath, "So, overall, it went better than expected."

"Well, I'm alive. And you'll have a brilliant future career as his Minister of Magic, when he takes over the Ministry."

Florence looked at him, frowning, "I- what? He actually said that?"

"Yes. 'A beautiful well-educated mediwitch will be easily accepted by the wizarding society' – those were his exact words."

"Holy shit. I- I don't want that to happen," Florence exclaimed indignantly, "I don't want to work for him!"

Severus let out a worried sigh, "If time comes, you'll have no choice, Flor."

She pushed him away, "This is your fault! You're in danger, our kids are in danger, and I'll have to work for my father in the future!" she nervously touched her hands to her face.

"I'm sorry, Flor-"

"Shove it, Severus!" she churlishly replied, turning around towards the fireplace to leave the dungeons.

"Where do you think you're going, Florence?" he asked.

"Home. Away from you!"

In two large steps Severus was right behind her, turning her around and pulling her into his arms.

"Do you really think I'll let you go?" he spoke right in her face, "Your eyes are that beautiful light-green shade that lets me know the veela is out to play, and this sweet vanilla scent of yours is enticing me," he sniffed her neck.

"If you try anything, I'll hurt you," she looked at him and he could feel she was more than just angry: she was worried, nervous, horny and emotional – she was a mess.

"I've never minded some bruises," he whispered, tightening his arms around her and trying to kiss her lips.

So Florence cast: "Depulso!" but he was holding her so tightly that he flew against the wall with her in his arms, his back hit the hard stone wall and he laughed.

"What's so funny?" she furiously asked.

He flipped their positions, her back hitting the wall, "I've just survived a face-to-face meeting with my dear father-in-law," he held her hands on either side of her head, "Fighting you and then making you scream on my cock is exactly what I need, wife."

Severus knew his crude words turned her on, so he continued: "You're all angry, but I can see it: you need to feel me pounding into you, fast and hard, so that you know I'm still here. So that you know I'm still alive."

And he saw her wall of anger melting away a second before he took her lips violently, roughly, invading her mouth with his tongue, moving his head to kiss her deeper, making sure to kiss her until she was about to pass out from the lack of oxygen.

"I'm here, Flor," he whispered over her lips, letting go of her hands to remove her blouse, throwing it onto the floor.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, "Fuck me, Severus, right here. I need to feel you. I need you..."

"I know, my love, and I'll give you exactly what you need," he unfastened her trousers and she helped him pull them down her legs; then he knelt in front of her, kissing her belly, her upper thighs, "I can smell your need," he rubbed his nose over her red lace knickers and she opened her legs wider.

"Put one foot on my shoulder," he ordered.

She obeyed, opening herself up for him.

He tore the delicate lace of her knickers apart with his fingers to access her pink and wet pussy, and wasted no time; he opened her lips with his thumbs and plunged his tongue into her, pressing on her g-spot right at her entrance.

Florence gasped and let out a soft moan, one hand on his hair as she moved her hips against his face.

Yes! Fuck yourself on my tongue. He said directly into her mind and she did as he'd told her to, circling her hips against his face, feeling his warm tongue touching her entrance, caressing her g-spot repeatedly.

"Yes, oh- fuck, yeah," she moaned and soon he felt her channel clenching.

He thrust his tongue into her and sucked her clit a few more times before standing up, his cock out of his pants, and he hoisted her up, the large mushroom head easily finding her pussy and entering her, moving forward until he was balls-deep.

She cried out his name, and he moved, grinding against her more than pulling out, making her feel all of his hard cock deep inside, exactly how she needed it.

He fucked her against the wall, their bodies sliding against each other's, slick with sweat.

She touched his chest, wrapping her arms around his neck, never letting him move away from her, she needed to feel him.

"Harder," she demanded over his lips.

And he obeyed, moving deeper, slamming his balls on her entrance, but not going faster.

"Feel this, my love," he thrust deep, "I'm here, pleasuring you."

"Yes," she moaned, "You are," and she pulled him for a kiss, their tongues circling around each other's; then she whimpered in his mouth, her breath hitching.

So he fucked her faster, throwing her right into a strong orgasm, her nails digging into his shoulders as she arched and screamed in pleasure.

"Yes! Cum for me... use that tight cunt to milk my cock," and it was his turn; as her channel massaged his dick deliciously, he groaned and filled her up with his cum.

Florence wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs getting tighter around his hips, she rubbed her nose on his skin, needing to feel him close to her.

Severus carried her to bed, where he slept with her body draped on top of his, making sure he was there even in her sleep.

Next morning

Florence woke up alone in bed, the air filled with the sweet scents of coffee and croissants; and from afar she could hear the sound of her husband's cursing.

She stretched lazily, forcing out of her mind the paralyzing nightmares she had almost nightly where Severus had gone talk to her father – he had talked to her father and the end result had been better than they had expected.

It was a relief – as much of a relief she could feel considering Severus's role in the war.

Her stomach growled and Florence got up, put on the fluffy black bathrobe that smelled like her husband, and walked towards the cursing.

Severus watched his beautiful sleepy wife walking towards him, her hair all mussed up, her smaller frame being engulfed by his large bathrobe.

She walked right into him, resting her head on his chest, her arms around his waist.

"Morning, Sev," she mumbled, with her eyes closed, a small smile on her lips.

He felt his annoyance vanish and wrapped his arms around the warm female body against him. Florence looked up at him, her beautiful emerald eyes sparkling as she stared at him.

He kissed her good morning, slowly savouring the touch of her lips on his.

"What has you cursing this early, Severus?" she asked softly.

He sighed, picking up the letter he had received that morning.

"Umbridge has been appointed Hogwarts High Inquisitor, which gives her the right to interview all teachers under the excuse of guaranteeing that our teaching abilities, and what we teach, are up to Ministry standards."

Florence smiled at that, seeing it as another opportunity to mess with Umbridge's head.

"Do you think she'll want to evaluate me too?" she asked with a wicked smile.

"I sure hope she does," he chuckled, giving her another kiss, "Breakfast is already served, my princess, you sit down to eat and I'll pop into your fake quarters and check if you got a letter too."

She nodded and kissed him once more before sitting at the table, where a delicious breakfast awaited her.

Severus walked into the fireplace, flooed to her unoccupied quarters, and was back within a minute.

"And here you are!" he gave her a letter with the Ministry seal.

"Oohh... I'm scared," joked Florence, opening the envelope.

Mediwitch Delacour

The Ministry's concern over what has been happening in the prestigious Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry has demanded immediate action from the Ministry, therefore all teachers and staff will undergo an evaluation by Hogwarts High Inquisitor, Dolores Umbridge, also appointed the new Professor of Defence Against the Dark Arts.

Your evaluation is scheduled for the fifteenth of October, when the High Inquisitor Umbridge will accompany you during your daily activities.

Best regards.

Cornelius Fudge,

Minister of Magic

"So each of us will spend a day being followed by the pink toad," said Florence, smiling wickedly, "Please call me to assist you the day she follows you around! I'll love to play some tricks in her mind."

"Sure. Mine is on the eleventh," he gave her one of the croissants he had ordered from the kitchens. "And, of course, I'm calling you that day! I don't want to have her corner me and ask to get acquainted with me again."

Florence laughed, "Poor baby. I'll be there to defend you, love," then her eyes got less playful and more murderous, "After what she did to Harry... that thing she calls detention, but it's nothing short of torture. If I hadn't intervened, the boy would have been scarred for life. Not even father-dearest could stop me from taking the chance to mess with her."

"I believe he'd approve of it, love."

"He sure would," she laughed, biting her croissant.

October 11th

Severus began his double period of Potions with sixth-year Slytherins and Gryffindors as usual: by being slightly rude and taking a few points from the Lion's House.

"Today you'll be brewing the Draught of Peace," he explained, standing in the front of the room, "As you should already know, that's a highly delicate potion; for that reason, Mediwitch Delacour is here today to help me keep an eye on you, so that no one gets themselves killed by the potion's vapours, nor puts any of us in a coma."

A brief high-pitched sound of a throat being cleared called everyone's attention to the door: where they saw Dolores Umbridge walking into the room, uninvited; her bright pink blazer and skirt clashing violently with the dark colour palette of the dungeons.

"Good morning, students," Umbridge smiled at all of them and then her eyes fell on their teacher, "Prof Snape," then she saw Florence, "Why is she here?"

"She's a healer," Severus explained, as if it was obvious, "I requested her presence here to guarantee the students' well-being. I don't believe the Ministry would approve of me letting students drop dead in class," he raised an eyebrow and turned to walk around the worktables, not waiting for her reply.

Severus cleared his throat and continued addressing the students: "You have all the ingredients and steps on your desks. You may begin, now!"

Umbridge glared at Florence and, when Severus was out of earshot, she whispered: "I see you're a harder stain to remove that I had previously thought, Delacour."

"Oh, you have no idea, Madam High Inquisitor," Florence smiled.

Umbridge narrowed her eyes at her before turning and walking towards Severus, beginning her evaluation: "I have some questions, professor, if you don't mind-"

"As if I have a choice," he drawled churlishly.

Umbridge stammered for a second but asked next: "Do you really think they should be learning such a difficult potion?"

"I only follow the curriculum approved by the Ministry, Madam Inquisitor. Any problems you have with it should be taken to the Department of Education."

The students snickered but knew better than to raised their heads.

"Oh. Of course, professor," Umbridge said cheerfully, making an annotation on her writing board.

Florence pretended to go get something in the storage room and hid in a corner.

It's time to start playing with her. She sent her husband.

Severus discretely nodded.

And she worked on planting in Umbridge's mind the sexy image of Florence and Severus kissing passionately.

Umbridge, who was following him, suddenly stopped and blinked repeatedly, looking around the room as if searching for someone.

Her angry and disapproving eyes stopped on Florence who was on one corner of the room and then she looked at Severus, who was right in front of her.

"Something wrong, Madam High Inquisitor?" he politely asked.

"Yes. But we'll discuss that later," she glared at Florence once more, and then smiled at him, "You can continue your class, Prof. Snape. I'm fine."

Severus arched an eyebrow and continued to walk, verifying if all students were working on their potions correctly.

Florence waited a couple of minutes and did it again, amping up her game, planting in the woman's head the image of Severus fucking Florence on his desk right there in that classroom, his hard abs slick with sweat as he pounded into her slowly but firmly.

Umbridge lost her balance at the unexpected image and knocked a student's cauldron off its stand.

Severus quickly made it float so that nothing spilled on no one.

"Madam High Inquisitor? I'll have to ask you to leave if you can't walk cautiously in here. One cannot be surrounded by full lit cauldrons and have their mind elsewhere."

"It must be the fumes..." she whispered, "I-I'm fine. I'm fine," grabbing her writing board and holding it close to her body, having lost her pen.

Umbridge took a moment to look at Severus up and down, checking him out, and smirked, showing him she liked what she saw.

Severus forced himself to hide the shiver of disgust that her hungry stare caused. He looked at Florence and discretely shook his head, You'd better not show her anything else.

Florence just smiled at him wickedly and winked. Just a little more, husband.

And she put part three of her plan into action: filling Umbridge's mind with plenty of scenes where Severus fucked Florence hard and made her orgasm deliciously, repeatedly.

"Oh, my!" squealed Umbridge, dropping her writing board, tripping and nearly falling face-first on the floor.

Severus stopped her fall by wrapping an arm around her waist.

Umbridge gripped his forearm and moved her hand upwards, feeling his strong arms and turning to look at him, eyes heavy with desire.

"Prof. Umbridge," he said, glaring at the nearby students who has clearly noticed her lusting behaviour.

She seemed to realize what she was doing and took a step back, shaking her head, looking from him to the students, completely confused; she looked at him again, softly panting, her cheeks as pink as her suit.

"Madam Inquisitor!" Severus used his harshest teacher's voice and the woman seemed to shiver in pleasure.

And he groaned in disgust.

Be careful, you might make her cum just by reprimanding her. Said Florence in his mind, clearly amused.

I'll make you cum just by reprimanding you, wife, for making me go through this. He replied angrily.

Hmmm. I can't wait, professor.

The students had all stopped working, their focus exclusively on the three adults and the way their DADA teacher seemed to be eyeing up their Potions teacher.

Severus could only imagine the sort of gossip that would run thorough the school corridors later.

"Five points from each one of you!" he told the students, and a collective sharp inhaling sound was heard, followed by silence – only the bubbling of the cauldrons filled the room, "Eyes on your cauldrons or it'll be another ten!"

And the students quickly obeyed.

Snape had just taken fifty-five points from his own House. Whatever that was about, they realised it was serious – and none of their business.

"Madam Umbridge," Severus spoke to her again, in his regular voice, "I must ask you to leave my classroom, you don't seem well. Go see Pomfrey."

Florence walked closer to them, "Prof. Umbridge, could you be running a fever?" she moved her wand in front of the shorter woman's body, "Oh, no. You really don't look so good."

Umbridge looked at Florence with pure hatred, "Is that your professional opinion, Madam Delacour?"

"Oh, forgive me," Florence smiled, "It's just how I'm used to speak to the uneducated in the medical field."

Umbridge swelled like the toad she resembled at being called 'uneducated'.

Florence kept on talking: "I can accompany you to the infirmary."

"NO!" Umbridge nearly shouted, "No. You stay away from him- ME!" she quickly rectified, "Stay away from me! I can go to the hospital wing by myself."

"Alright. Let me show you to the door then," and Florence walked a fuming Umbridge to the potions classroom door, "Do you still need to evaluate me in two days, Madam Inquisitor?" she asked, in feigned innocence.

"No!" hissed Umbridge, "Your improper relations are more than enough to let me know what to write on my report about your person! You can start packing, Delacour."

Florence smiled and whispered so that only she could hear: "I'll make sure to check Severus's quarters for any stray clothing tonight then."

Umbridge had her wand out, ready to hex her.

"Madam Delacour," Severus called her from inside the room.

"Coming, professor," she replied, with a smirk, before closing the door on Umbridge's face.