August 2nd, 1997
The following morning was a rare one where Florence woke up before her husband.
She slowly stirred in bed and turned on her side to look at him, her heart beating faster as she stared at the face of the man she loved with all her soul.
Severus' expression, usually so tense and serious, was relaxed and serene in his sleep. She scooted closer, feeling his arms close around her, and touched his sleep-tousled black hair, enjoying the warmth of his body, his scent, his presence.
Severus was the strongest person she knew; whenever she stopped to think of all he'd gone through, physically and emotionally, she was taken aback by all of it – the hardships of his childhood, the lack of basic necessities, growing up with an abusive father; the fact that he had to commit patricide to see his life and Eileen's change for the better.
Then all that he went through as a young adult, enlisting in her father's ranks, having to make potions and poisons to hurt and kill people – being tortured.
And yet Severus not only survived all that, but was an amazing father, husband and man.
His breathing changed, giving him away; Florence chuckled, touching her nose to his, whispering: "Severus, I know you're awake."
He slowly smiled and opened his eyes, pulling her closer, "How could I not wake up with you thinking so loud, wife?" he tried to sound annoyed.
She whispered: "Menta spiritus," before kissing him and saying over his lips: "I love you."
"I got that from all that saccharine mental-babble."
Florence rolled her eyes at his feigned grumpiness.
"However," he continued, looking intently at her, "I must disagree with you."
"Those are my thoughts and feelings, Severus," she replied, keeping her voice sweet, kissing his lips softly, "I don't care if you disagree."
"Whatever, wife. The point is I'm not the strongest person in this room," he said, caressing her face, "You are much stronger than I."
"How so?" she frowned, "You were beaten and starved by your own father. You had to kill the man to get rid of him!"
"And you were tortured by yours under the excuse of training. Also, I don't know if you got the memo, love, but the whole point of this war we're in is to kill your father."
She laughed, kissing him again, pushing him onto his back and lying on top of him.
"Got your speech already," he asked, fisting a hand on her hair at the nape of her neck and tugging, using her future title: "Minister Florence Snape?"
"No. Headmaster Severus Snape," she replied with a soft moan, loving his hand in her hair.
His other hand went down her curves, grabbing one of her thighs and making her straddle his hips.
"Today the world will know you're mine," he spoke in her ear, kissing down the column of her neck, touching her breasts, "That you've always been mine."
"Yes," she breathed, feeling her knickers and bra vanish with a wave of his hand, her sensitive nether lips rubbing against his equally bare hard cock.
"My wife, my love," he lowered both hands to her hips and positioned her above him, slowly impaling her, "Mine to fuck."
"Yes," she moaned, rolling her hips, biting her lip as she began riding him at a languid pace, loving the feeling of having him so deep inside of her.
"Fucking look at you, princess," he pulled her down for a kiss, her nipples rubbing against his chest at every roll of her hips, "So bloody beautiful," he gripped her arsecheeks, making her move even more slowly on him.
"Ooh, no- please, faster," she begged.
"No, just like this, love," he kissed her lips again, "Fuck- feeling your cunt gripping me, begging for an orgasm," he moaned, "So needy for me."
She tried to move faster and he smacked her arse, making her moan louder, clenching around him.
He tutted, "Such a disobedient princess," his voice that maddening velvety tone, a hand slipping between her arsecheeks to tease her puckered hole.
"Fuck- Sev," she moaned, "I need you pounding in- oooohh!" she keened as he breached her arse with a slick finger.
"You fucking dirty princess," he said with a satisfied smirk, "You love this, don't you?"
"Yes, I love it," she moaned, her tongue dipping into his mouth, "I want to hex you for not pounding into me though- aaah!"
He suddenly thrust deep inside of her, holding her in place, watching her tremble on top of him.
"You're made for this, princess," he held her firmly, pressing even deeper into her, "Made to be fucked," he rolled them over, quickly grabbing her hands and pining them above her head on the mattress.
"Spread your legs, love," he ordered, sliding his cock all the way out of her and watching her comply.
He held her hands down with just one of his, the other held his cock, rubbing it between her folds, watching her arch on the bed and slowly entering her again.
"You're mine," he repeated, his tone filled with male pride, "And today everyone will know, they'll know I'm the one fucking your glorious curves, I'm the one pounding this delicious cunt. I'm the one pleasuring you."
"Yes! Harder!"
He groaned and took her lips again, moving his hips deep and slow, grinding against her clit and feeling her breath hitch, her body trembling as her channel fluttered around him.
"Yes, princess, cum for me," he ordered, letting go of her hands, holding her face for his kisses and her hips in place for his thrusts.
And she screamed his name, grabbing his arse and pulling him deep inside her, her orgasm long and unwavering.
"Fuck, Florence," he moaned, pressing his face against her neck and fucking her harder, the pressure gripping his cock quickly became too much and, within seconds, he was painting her clenching walls with his creamy cum.
She shivered again, moaning his name, trashing under him as his jerking cock triggered another orgasm deep inside her.
"Fuck, princess," he gasped, babbling: "Cumming from the feeling of my cum in your cunt."
"Yes," she replied breathlessly, "I love it..." her hands ran up his back, touching his sweat hair and pulling him down for a long and sweet kiss, "I love you, Sev."
He smiled, "I love you, Flor. You're everything to me."
An hour later, once they finished getting dressed to leave the house, Severus and Florence stood in their bedroom staring at each other, in silence. Both knowing that day would be the first of her father's Dark Regime, with her in the Ministry and him at Hogwarts.
"This is it," she whispered, "The beginning of the end."
Severus nodded, approaching her and wrapping her in his arms, "If we're lucky, and Potter finds the Horcruxes fast, it won't last longer than two years."
Florence grimaced, holding onto his coat with white knuckles, "I really hope it lasts less than that."
"So do I, love," he kissed her lips, "Ready?"
"As I'll ever be," she replied, kissing him once more.
At the Ministry of Magic
As soon as they arrived, Florence and Severus went to the Department of Registrations to publicly officialise their marriage.
He cast a spell that revealed they had been wedded through a blood magic ritual since the 5th of December of 1981, then they signed the necessary papers and next Severus added his name to the twins' birth certificates.
Finally, he and Florence took a lift to the Level 8.
So, Mrs Severus Snape. He said kissing her left hand.
Aren't you proud of that. She replied smiling happily.
Absolutely. Severus eyed her up and down, and she could clearly see in his mind how he liked the way she looked in the midi black dress she had chosen that day.
"Florence Snape – my wife. James and Nicholas Snape – my sons," he whispered out loud, and the pride was clear in his voice.
She touched his face, looking at him with love in her eyes, "Will you tell them?"
"As soon as your speech is over, before I go to Hogwarts, I'll go home to give them their birth certificates."
"Go to Hogwarts?" she raised an eyebrow, teasing him: "And who said the new Minister will choose you to be the Headmaster? Umbridge has the experience for the job."
He returned her arched eyebrow.
Then the voice-over informed them: "Level Eight: The Atrium."
And the couple walked out of the lift towards the place where once stood the beautiful Fountain of Magical Brethren, there was nothing but a circular mark on the floor now.
They destroyed the Fountain this morning. Florence said. Father wants to build a new one that better represents his beliefs.
Brilliant. He replied sarcastically, surprising her by wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her to a brief kiss – cameras flashed around them.
There. He said rather smugly. Publicly claimed.
Florence smiled and shook her head, going to the middle of the atrium and receiving a very ugly stare from a short woman dressed in pink.
"Good morning, Madam Delacour," said Umbridge, with a fake smile.
"Good morning, Madam Undersecretary. And I'm Mrs Snape now," Florence smiled.
Hatred flashed in Umbridge's eyes, the forced smile disappearing from her face as she glared at Florence and Severus, who stood few meters away from them.
Florence turned her back to Umbridge and greeted the two men on her left: "Yaxley, Travers."
The two death eaters nodded in acknowledgment and looked from her to Severus too.
"Good morning," Florence began her speech, "Citizens of the wizarding world, I, Florence Peverell Snape," she paused briefly, letting those around her absorb the news of her married name, "Come to inform you that our previous Minister, Rufus Scrimgeour, has resigned and left the country. As your new Minister of Magic, I will work to restore this temple of tolerance and respect to its former glory. Therefore, aiming to achieve a more understanding and unified society, as of today, each employee will give the example to all and submit themselves for evaluation."
One reporter raised her hand.
"Yes," Florence allowed them to speak.
"What kind of evaluation will we be submitting to?"
"Just a few questions," she explained, "That's all. And as long as you are an honest and hard-working citizen, with nothing to hide – you have nothing to fear. Any other questions?"
"Where does your Peverell name come from?" asked Rita Skeeter.
"From the Gaunt Family's proven ancestry to Cadmus Peverell," Florence quickly and calmly replied, scanning the room for another question, "Yes," she pointed at a different reporter.
"Will Minerva McGonagall remain at the post of Hogwarts Headmistress?"
"No," Florence replied, "Prof. Severus Snape, long-standing Potions Master at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, will be appointed Headmaster this morning, as soon as this conference is over. That being the most important of several staffing changes we will be making at the school."
"Do you already know the other changes?" the same reporter asked.
"Yes. I've received the resignation of the previous Muggle Studies teacher, Charity Burbage, and Miss Alecto Carrow has already been chosen to take over the post, while her brother, Mr Amycus Carrow, will fill the position of Defence Against the Dark Arts professor."
Florence suddenly heard in her mind: Someone would easily think you wanted to take over the Ministry, my love. You were born for this.
She smiled at her husband – something that didn't escape anyone's notice.
"Since when are you and Prof. Snape married?" asked Skeeter.
Florence felt the eyes of all reporters, death eaters, and Umbridge's as well, on her, "Since 1981."
The silence that followed was long and heavy with surprise.
Florence took advantage of that moment to end that interview: "This conference is over. I have a lot of work to do," and she turned to the lifts, being followed by the two male death eaters and the pink toad.
Severus apparated home the moment Florence disappeared inside the lift to the first floor.
He walked into the living room and took a deep breath before calling: "James! Nicholas!" trying not to sound as nervous as he felt.
The twins soon appeared, one at the door of the library and the other at the door of the potions lab.
"Hey, dad. What happened?" asked James, closing the lab door behind him.
"Where's mum?" Nicholas asked.
"At the Ministry, taking office," said Severus.
The boys shared a concerned glance.
Mum's the Minister now. Said Nick.
"Shouldn't you be at Hogwarts, then?" asked James.
"As soon as the new Minister nominates me," Severus replied, getting two envelopes from his pocket, "But I want you two to have a look at this," he gave each boy an envelope.
The twins opened them and got the papers out of each envelope, their eyes growing bigger as they realised what those were.
Our birth certificates! Said James, his eyes fixed on the paper.
"We're... your sons?" Nicholas whispered in awe.
Severus nervously snorted, "If you hadn't realised that by now..."
But James ignored his sarcasm, "Officially, dad," he looked back at the paper, "We have your name now?"
He looked at both his sons and nodded, trying to identify whether they were happy or upset about that.
"Look," he said, "if you wish to keep using the Peverell name, you still have it, so..."
He thinks we didn't like it. Said Nicholas, sensing his brother was having a hard-time expressing how he was feeling about that.
Suddenly James looked up from the certificate in his hands and Severus could see he had tears in his eyes – and he had never reminded him more of the little boy that had cried for being called a baby, on the first day they had spent together in that house, than at that moment.
Suddenly James hugged him, and Nicholas followed his brother. And Severus held his two grown sons, feeling the apprehension leaving his body to give place to elation.
"I've never wanted anything so much for so long in my life, dad," James whispered.
"Same here," said Nick, unable to contain his tears as his brother cried, "We've always been proud to be your sons."
And Severus cried with them, feeling proud of his surname for the first time and having never felt more loved.
That evening
Severus arrived at Hogwarts with a large number of death eaters, going straight to the Headmaster's office.
He walked into the silent room and stopped for a moment, his eyes falling on Dumbledore's portrait. The old man's blue eyes sparkled at him eerily similar to how they used to when he was alive
"Amycus, Alecto," he called the twins Voldemort had ordered to act as his Deputy Headmasters and bodyguards, "Stay outside the door."
"Yes, sir," both answered, leaving the room.
"Muffliato," Severus cast.
"Hello, Severus," finally greeted Dumbledore, "Since you're here, all is going as planned, I gather."
"Yes. Florence is Minister of Magic and still a member of the Order of The Phoenix. And I'm the new Headmaster. All accomplished in a day's work," he sneered.
"Good. Very good."
Then the sound of someone apparating into the office interrupted their conversation.
"Hello, my dear," greeted the portrait, "We were just talking about you."
"Dumbledore," said Florence, quickly casting: "Glacio pingere," and freezing all portraits, before turning to her husband, her eyes showing him she meant business.
Severus found her demeanour unexpected, "What's wrong, love? You look angry and... jealous ?" he was a little confused by that.
She narrowed her eyes at him, beginning: "I have just spent a marvellous hour nominating people for powerful positions within the Ministry," her voice dripped with irony, "Yaxley is Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Travers is Head of the Improper Use of Magic Office. Selwyn is Head of the Aurors!" she growled, "Do you want to hear more?"
"No," he grimaced, "And I definitely get why you're angry. But why are you jealous?"
Her green eyes turned into a lighter-shade and he knew that meant trouble; he just hoped that, whatever had angered her veela, he wasn't part of the guilty party.
"Oh," she smiled dangerously, "That, husband, is because I've just heard from Madam Pinktoad that my father has ordered Amycus Carrow to be your Deputy Headmaster and bodyguard – but his sister volunteered herself as well," she took several steps towards him.
Severus frowned, "I didn't know she had volunteered. But, yes, she's here with her brother to help keep the students in check and guarantee my safety," he scoffed at the preposterous perspective.
Florence didn't join his smile though, she kept her narrowed light-green eyes on him, "I know very well how she wants to guard your body," she started unbuttoning his waistcoat, ordering: "Send her in, Severus."
"Are you here to piss on me, Mrs Snape?" he smirked, enjoying her jealousy fit.
"Send the stupid woman in, husband!" she growled, her veela causing a strong breeze to blow through the office, letting him know he'd better obey her.
He nodded, never taking his eyes off her face as he took down the Muffliato spell and opened the door with a flick of his wand.
"Get in here, Carrows!" he ordered, keeping his eyes on his furious wife, "I'd like to introduce you to Florence."
Alecto didn't seem very happy at the sight of her.
"We already know her, Headmaster," she said, "She worked at the hospital wing here and is now our Lord's Minister."
"Ah, yes," Severus nodded, "But you're missing one vital piece of information, Alecto," he wrapped his arms around Florence's waist, pulling her flush against his body, "She's mine."
"We heard you're married to her," said Amycus, eyeing Florence up with clear desire, "But even before today, everybody knew you were fucking her."
The man's blatant desire made Severus' blood boil; he glared at the death eater, "Exactly, Carrow. She's my wife – therefore she has free access to my sleeping chambers whenever she feels like it," he caressed down her curves, his hands resting on the swell of her arse.
"And when she isn't feeling like it," whispered Alecto in a sultry voice, walking closer to them, "I can guarantee you I'll always be around, headmaster."
Florence snapped, magically throwing the woman against the wall, before wrapping her arms around her husband and kissing him violently – all the stress of the last two days added to the fact that a woman was thirsting after her husband had her seeing red.
Severus grabbed her chin with one hand looking into her eyes. How far will we take this, Florence?
All the way. She replied, her anger mixing with her jealousy, her veela needing to prove to everyone that he was hers.
Severus locked the door with his wand and asked, "Do you like looking at her, Amycus?" his hands unzipping her dress at the back.
"Y-yes. Of course, sir," the man replied, nervously, after having helped his sister up from the floor.
Alecto stood beside her brother, both frozen in place, waiting to see what was going to happen in front of them.
"But I've told you, Carrow: she's mine," Severus kissed Florence again, "And I don't like other men desiring what's mine."
He let Florence's dress pool at her feet and helped her step out of it, sitting her on the large desk and touching between her breasts, a black lace bra covering her hard nipples.
"And I am hers, Alecto," continued Severus, "As you can see by her anger, she doesn't like to share either."
"We apologise, sir," Alecto said, bowing her head, "We had ever only heard rumours, sir, until this afternoon... there was no way for us to know if they were real or just-"
"Rumours," whispered Severus, still touching his wife, "Shall we put those to rest, then?" he asked Florence, kissing her.
She nodded and unfastened his trousers, while he ran his hands up her thighs, touching her pussy over her black lace knickers.
"Fucking wet for me already, aren't you?" he whispered over her lips, grabbing the soaked material between her legs.
"Yes, sir," Florence moaned.
He gave one forceful tug and ripped her knickers, pulling his cock from inside his pants, and pushed his wife rather violently onto her back, making her lie on papers and knocking off many other things off the large desk.
Severus wasted no time: he poised his hard cock at her entrance, not waiting a second to impale her to the hilt, getting deep inside in one forceful thrust.
"Fuck, you're hurting me, sir," she whimpered.
Am I? He worried through their bond.
Fuck no! I'm just pretending. Don't you dare stop now!
"You can take it, love," he said in a soft voice and pushed deep, beginning the long hard thrusts that would have her screaming in no time, fully aware of the eyes of the Carrows on them.
Florence rubbed her legs on his sides, moaning and arching her back, putting up a show as he fucked her.
Stop it, Florence! Severus growled, knowing Amycus would be desiring her even more after that.
No! She fisted a hand in his hair, looking into his eyes, her lips parted in a sexy 'o', I'm showing them you have no need for any other woman in your bed!
"Make me scream, sir," she begged out loud.
"Fuck," he growled; that was a request that he couldn't possibly deny.
So he pounded into her, burying his face between her breasts, and murmuring his naughty spells.
Florence dug her nails on his arms, screaming loudly as an invisible mouth sucked on her nipples and another one on her clit as Severus thrust hard into her.
He felt her cumming nearly immediately, "Yes, princess. Cum on my dick," he growled, focusing on not climaxing himself.
"Fuck," she whimpered, using her beggar's voice again: "Don't stop. Please, sir, harder!"
And Severus complied, thrusting deeper, pressing against her cervix and grinding on her g-spot.
"YES!" she screamed, quickly reaching a second orgasm.
Fuck, you're going to make me cum. He complained in her mind.
"Stop it, sir, please!" her lips whimpered, but her mind let him know she wanted more: Don't you dare stop! as she cried: "I can't take anymore!"
His eyes rolled up behind his closed eyelids at the sexy show she was putting, "Oh, but you can," he grunted, fucking her harder, intensifying the spell on her nipples, making her feel them being bitten hard.
Florence screamed as a third orgasm took over her body, her pussy sucking him in.
And he couldn't delay his own orgasm any longer: "I'll fill you up with cum now, and you'll take it all!"
"Yes, sir! Yes, please!" she was truly lost in pleasure.
And he spurted into her, her channel milking him dry.
He stayed inside of her until he stopped cumming; then, still panting, he removed his dick from her and fastened his trousers again, declaring:
"Let it be known that she's mine, and I am hers."
"Yes, sir," said the Carrows, both flushed red and looking very uncomfortable.
"Leave, now!" Severus ordered.
And the death eater twins quickly obeyed.
Once the door closed, Florence was attacking her husband again.
"Why the fuck did you fasten your trousers? I need more. I'm horny as fuck," she pulled his dick out of his pants again, rubbing her lips on his, whispering: "I have cum dripping between my legs and all over your desk, Headmaster Snape," knowing that those words would drive him crazy.
He ordered: "Turn around, wife. Hands on the desk," and she immediately obeyed.
Florence felt him kick her legs apart and he paused to look at her entrance, "Fucking delicious sight," he groaned, slapping her arse a couple of times, and rubbing the broad head of his cock on her pussy, easily slipping into her again, waiting not a second to reactivate the spell on her nipples and her clit.
She arched, moaning loud, completely his for the taking.
"Fucking take it all," he groaned as he pounded into her, driving her out of her mind.
He fisted a hand in her hair, pulling her head backwards, making her back arch even further, his dick going deeper, "I have another little spell for you, wife," he whispered.
"What-" but she didn't finish her question, feeling her arse being breached by an invisible, very slick, cock, smaller than her husband's, but more than enough to turn her into nothing but a wanton needy body. Her breath hitched and she screamed for more – which he gladly delivered.
"It's too much..." Florence panted after another orgasm had wrecked her body, "Oh, please, Sev, I don't want you to stop, but I... can't take it anymore," she finished in a loud moan as she orgasmed yet again, falling on top of the wooden desk, unable to hold herself up anymore.
He was taken by male pride at the sight of that delicious strong woman completely taken by the pleasure he was giving her, her pussy clenching tightly around his dick.
"Fuck," he grunted as he spilled another load of cum into her.
She shivered once again at the feeling of his cum bathing her insides once more.
"Oh, yes, Florence," he moaned, his tone boastful, "You can't stop cumming on my dick, can you, love?"
"You know I can't," she whimpered, her eyes closed as her body melted under him, completely sated.
He removed his dick and watched cum and cream dripping from her, "What a fucking sight."
"Carry me to bed, Sev," she ordered softly, "I need a nap."
He chuckled and took her in his arms, carrying her to bed in the Headmaster's quarters.
Later
On their first night in the castle as the most powerful couple in the British Wizarding Society, Severus and Florence had dinner in the Headmaster's quarters – now his quarters – and ignored all the knocks on their door and attempts of talking to them.
They were in bed – the same bed they had had in the dungeons that they had now taken to the Headmaster's quarters – Florence sitting between her husband's legs, her back against his chest, his arms around her.
"How was your talk to the twins? How happy were they?" she asked, looking at their entwined hands.
Severus smiled, "They were even happier than I."
"I can imagine," she smiled, "Those boys have always worshipped you. I remember when they were little and I wanted to give them a haircut, but they had seen you had long hair, so they refused to let me cut theirs."
"They looked at the birth certificates and took a moment to understand what had changed," he stopped, remembering the twins' words as they hugged him.
Florence could sense the love and pride coming from her husband, "I'm very proud to be Mrs Severus Snape," she turned to face him, "I know you have issues with your last name, but it's not your father's name anymore – you made it yours. Prof. Snape is a feared and respected man, an accomplished Potions Master. And the boys and I are very proud to sign your name, to be your family."
Severus smiled at her, his eyes shining with unshed tears "I love you, Flor."
"Good, cause you just married me again this morning," she whispered before kissing him.
He chuckled and touched her face, "I can sense you're happy, love, but you're also concerned. What is weighing on your mind?"
Florence sighed, pressing her forehead to his, "Tomorrow," she said, "My first order of the day will be to create the Muggleborn Registration Commission, which will be led by Her Pinkness. "
Severus grimaced, knowing what that meant, "Do you already have details about that?"
"Yes. Muggleborns will be ordered to register with that Commission, and... then they'll be convicted from stealing magic from 'real' wizards and witches."
"Convicted?" he frowned, "Muggleborns will be sent to Azkaban?"
"Yes."
"Bloody hell!" he was surprised by the madness of that idea, "There won't be enough cells for the number of muggleborns that currently exist."
"Yeah, and that's another concern – father will most certainly start killing them once he realises Azkaban won't be enough..."
"And there's nothing you can change in that law?"
"I have already changed all I could – and that's the reason why I didn't sign it today. The main thing I added was that every single muggleborn has to be thoroughly questioned and there must be proof of their illegal appropriation of magic for them to be incarcerated."
"Well, that will certainly slow down the whole process. How did your father take it?"
"Badly, at first. But then I made him see that, otherwise, we'd be risking a huge number of lawsuits from the half-bloods and pure-bloods spouses, family and friends of those imprisoned muggleborns. And that would ruin our public image."
Severus smirked, tilting her chin up and looking at her with admiration: "You're bloody amazing, love. Your father has no idea the manipulative little snake he raised – and I say that with utmost respect and awe."
Florence laughed, kissing him softly, "So you're respectfully calling me a backstabber?"
"Yes. And I love and admire you for it."
She shook her head and lay back on his chest, enjoying the sweet moment with him and allowing herself to think about their kids in the safe-house – their absence a constant reminder of why they had to end that war fast.
Meanwhile, at the safe house
Elizabeth finished reading that day's Daily Prophet, learning that her parents were now a publicly married couple and that her brothers were no longer Peverell, but James and Nicholas Snape.
She was happy for them, the twins had always dreamed to have their father's surname – while Liz never cared much about it; she enjoyed using her maternal grandmother's surname – Elizabeth Delacour sounded a lot fancier than Elizabeth Snape, after all.
However, in her dreams, the name she yearned to have, dreamed to sign, was always Elizabeth Malfoy.
She looked down at the Prophet again, at the small note mentioning the Azkaban breakout the day before.
Draco's father had escaped, and she knew that wasn't good news for her ex-boyfriend.
She had had a panic attack the night before, right after she had got home from the wedding. But those terrified feelings weren't hers – she knew they were Draco's.
Probably the moment he saw his father. But she hadn't tried to find out anything else about it, she blocked her mind through Occlumency after that and went to sleep.
But after she had read Lucius' name in the newspaper, she wondered what could be happening to Draco. As angry as she was with him, her heart still called for him, it was he the man she dreamed about.
So she decided to try to reach out to him through their dreams – like her mother had suggested a while ago.
Just need to know how he is.
Many miles away from the safe-house, inside a large house in Wiltshire, a county in southwest England, Draco Malfoy was deep asleep, enjoying his favourite dream of late: walking along a sandy beach, a soft breeze caressing his blond hair, a sweet citrusy smell in the air mixing with the salty beach scent.
In that beach, he could forget all the horrors he had to witness – and endure – while he was awake; in there, he felt no fear and no pain.
He walked towards the rock formation he always sat on to watch the sunset, but was surprised to see there was someone there.
He frowned – that had never happened before – that was his dream, he should be able to choose if he wanted someone to share his beach with him or not!
From the distance he could tell it was a young woman, her long dark hair slowly dancing in the wind.
His heart skipped a beat.
Could it be...?
Draco kept on moving towards her, nearly running as he convinced himself that it could be! And it was:
"Elizabeth?" he gasped, running now, needing to get to her before she disappeared. She looked different than the last time he had seen her, she looked more feminine, even more beautiful.
She raised her head and softly smiled at him, getting down from the rock and standing beside it on the sand.
Draco stopped right in front of her and just breathed, wanting to touch and kiss her, but not knowing whether she was real or a figment of his imagination – and if she was real, she'd certainly hex instead of kiss him.
"Liz..."
She shook her head, raising a hand to stop him, "I'm not here to talk about the past, Draco. I just... need to know how you've been."
He nearly cried at the sound of her voice, "It's you, you're really here."
"Yes, we can share dreams, if we both want to," she briefly explained, looking at him, noticing he was taller than she remembered, his shoulders were broader, and he looked like he needed a shave – and she liked the scruffy look on him.
"Why now?" he asked, seeing her licking her lips as she stared at him, "Why are you here now? It's been a year since-"
She interrupted him, her desire making her angry: "A year since you became a death eater; a year since you broke my heart!"
"I had to do that, Liz!" Draco tried not to let her anger fuel his, but some anger took over him any way: "And you're a bloody hypocrite! Both your parents work for the Dark Lord now!"
"You made me a promise and you broke it!" she replied, as loud as he, "And you said you'd give my ring to another girl!" her voice breaking as she said that.
He could see her pain then, her beautiful dark eyes were sparkling with unshed tears.
"I'd never do that," he admitted, "I've been... wearing it myself."
Her breath hitched, "What?" she whispered, looking at him with hope.
"I keep it in a chain around my neck, I would never give that ring to another girl, Elizabeth," he paused, looking at her, his eyes pleading for understanding, "I didn't become a death eater because I wanted."
She slowly nodded.
He continued: "I know this path will most likely end with me bleeding on someone's floor," his voice heavy with sadness, "In fact, I'm still alive only thanks to you father."
"What?" she gasped, surprised by that.
"He convinced the Dark Lord that watching me suffer at the hands of my father would be more entertaining than to simply kill me."
Elizabeth looked at him horrified and suddenly threw herself at him, hugging him tightly.
Draco wrapped his arms around her and buried his face in her hair, smelling her lovely lemony scent, feeling his whole body come alive due to her proximity.
Liz looked up at him, getting lost in the silver-grey eyes that she loved, then she pulled his face down and kissed him.
He didn't stop her, sucking on her bottom lip and invading her mouth with his tongue the moment her lips parted. He pushed her against the rocks and pressed his body on hers as he took control of their kiss.
Elizabeth wished his t-shirt off him and, all of a sudden, he was naked from the waist up, and she was touching his skin.
"Stop, love, please," he panted.
"Love?" she whispered, her eyes hopeful, "I'm still your love?"
He touched her face, "Of course you are, Liz. I... I never stopped loving you. I miss you every day, with every bloody miserable breath I take," he kissed her again, touching her thighs under her dress.
Liz fisted her hands in the blond strands and moaned in his mouth, loving being able to feel him once more, to be in his arms. She kissed down his jaw, feeling the roughness of his stubble and going to his neck, biting his skin as her hands caressed his navel.
"Fuck," he gasped, "How old are you now, Liz?"
"Hell no!" she shouted, holding on to the waistband of his trousers, "You're not stopping me. I want you, Dray! This is just a dream! I'm tired of touching myself thinking of you..."
He covered her mouth with his hand and the way her eyes glinted in desire should be illegal.
"Circe's tits, love... you like my hand over your mouth?" he whispered, his voice filled with need.
She nodded and he slowly lowered it to her neck.
"I like it there too," she softly said.
He smirked, clearly glad to hear that, "You'll be the death of me, love... a spitfire, bossy and strong-minded – but wants to be silenced and taken."
Elizabeth ran her hands down his chest and pouted, "Don't you want me, Dray?"
He chuckled sexily and ran his hands down her curves, grabbing her arse with both hands and hoisting her up, pressing his hard-on between her legs, "Does this feel like I don't want you, Liz?"
She crossed her legs around his waist and wished her own dress off.
"Fuck, you're dangerous, Elizabeth," he growled, kissing her until they were both breathless.
"Touch me, Dray."
He hissed, "Don't say that, love, I'm trying to be respectful."
"Fuck respect! Fuck-"
He covered her mouth again with his hand and she moaned.
"Bloody minx," he replaced his hand with his mouth and caressed down her neck, "I think we should just... talk."
"You can talk, while I try to get into your pants," she bit his bottom lip, touching down his chest.
Draco quickly let her feet down onto the sand and took a step away from her, wishing her dress back on.
"I'm seventeen, Elizabeth. You'll be fifteen next month."
She glared at him, "And you're a bloody death eater! Supposed to be all dangerous and perverted – act like it!"
He laughed: "So now you're using my being a death eater to manipulate me into shagging you? You're certainly a Slytherin, my love."
She narrowed her eyes at him, angry.
"Now," he continued, wishing his shirt back on, "Join me for a picnic?" and a cute light-blue picnic blanket appeared on the sand near them, with beautiful fancy-looking snacks and drinks on top of it.
"A picnic?" she repeated, fuming, "I'm horny and begging you to take me and yet... you want to have sandwiches?"
"No," his grey eyes ran up and down her body, leaving no doubt about what he wanted, "I want to have you. Lick you. Bite you. And shag you. However, right now, your father is the only one keeping me alive. If I took you and he found out – dream or no dream, Enchantment or no Enchantment – he'd certainly kill me himself."
Elizabeth exhaled in annoyance: "Fine!" And sat beside him on the blue blanket, "If you take much longer to shag me though, I'll kill you myself."
Draco laughed and kissed her, just glad he had her in his arms again, feeling his heartbeat synching to hers once more, making him feel like everything was right in world, even if only for that moment – even if only in their dreams.