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The gentle bubbling of Harriet's cauldron combined with the sea's steady, rolling tide drifting through the window provided a romantic soundscape for her evening with Severus.
Once they were both confident that neither would spurn the other, the couple's kiss became heated and hungry.
Harriet groaned into their affection as placed his hands on the small table and pushed her against its edge.
"Professor……" She whispered against his lips.
"Severus." He corrected in one low, scathing whisper.
"Severus….." Harriet breathed as she placed her hands on the sides of his pale face.
Their kissing resumed with a purposeful passion.
Severus Snape had never found himself entangled in the arms of any woman, certainly not an unmated omega in heat.
For a single moment, he allowed himself to be selfish and revel in the joy Harriet's sentiment brought him.
Sweet, innocent, and begging, although Harriet had encountered her share of admirers before, Severus easily determined her virginal status by the way she stiffened uncertainly against his touch as he slyly wrapped his arms around her waist.
She cried out as Severus grew frustrated by their height difference, pushed the ingredients aside, and lifted her onto the small table.
Their kiss continued as Harriet spread her knees and pulled Severus between them while she delighted in his taste.
Yes, Severus was exactly what she wanted, what she needed.
Strong, dark, dominant, but terribly gentle.
Even as he stood with Harriet in front of him, open and waiting, his touch was as delicate as the fluttering of butterfly wings and his kiss thoughtfully tender.
"Pro-...Severus……" She whispered breathlessly as he began to nip down her jawline and across her throat.
As he passed over Harriet's pulse point, a dizzying rush of her beguiling scent hit him squarely in the face.
Behind her glasses, her eyes widened as his grip on her tightened.
"...Yes?" He asked in a barely audible whisper.
"I…….." Harriet swallowed while she struggled to keep hold of her senses as Severus placed hot, wet kisses across her collarbone and over the top of her creamy cleavage.
"What is it that you want……..Potter?" Severus growled.
His decadent voice sent a shiver down Harriet's spine.
She sighed as he lifted his hands and cupped the outlines of her heavy, sensitive breasts in his elegant palms.
Never before had she heard his low voice echo with such huskiness.
Harriet Potter had never invited another into her heart.
Harriet Potter had never wanted to give that privilege to anyone……except Severus Snape.
"I want you, Severus." She confessed in a frustrated sigh, "...More than anything or anyone else in the world."
Severus pulled back and flashed Harriet an unreadable look as he pondered her declaration.
His incredulous expression failed to bother her as he held her in his smouldering stare.
After her emerald eyes glanced down to his trousers, she noticed how badly he desired her.
Whether his want came from instinct or some requited longing finally acknowledged, Harriet didn't know or particularly care.
All she cared about was mating with Severus.
His unreadable expression changed to one of silent awe as his dark eyes glimmered while his mouth fell open as Harriet laid down on the small table and widened her knees to urge him on.
"Potter…….." Severus hissed as he stepped forward and looked down at his darling.
His heart raced as Harriet lifted her hands and began to unfasten the hooks of her robes.
One by one, as each closure was undone, more of her bare body became exposed to Severus's lingering eyes.
Her breasts first, round and full, with their centers tantalizingly pinkened by her heat.
Severus scanned over her abdomen next, smooth and impossibly flat.
Her busy fingers soon revealed more of her naked form to his hungry gaze.
Harriet watched his dark stare light on her navel for a single second before he glanced back up to her face.
Shame washed over him as his alpha instincts planted the pleasant vision of Harriet lying there with her belly full of his pups.
She would be needy and vulnerable and-
"You don't have to look away." Harriet chuckled dryly as she finished undoing the last of her robe's fastens and let the soft fabric slip under her to cushion her skin against the table like a comforting blanket.
A simple spell murmured under her breath vanished her panties.
Severus denied himself the luxury of glancing down any further at his lover as he bent forward and pressed his chest against Harriet's breasts while he renewed their kiss.
She sighed against him as she lifted her hands and let her fingers tangle in his dark hair.
He shuddered in anticipation as Harriet wrapped her thighs around his slender waist, but she gasped as she ground herself a bit too close to his groin.
The firmness of his arousal thrilled her as she inhaled a breath of his musky scent.
Severus envisioned the evening progressing differently in the seconds before but with Harriet underneath him, waiting and begging for his touch, he abandoned his romantic aspirations of teasing play once Harriet's hand boldly snaked between their joined hips.
He grit his teeth as her hand accidentally tapped the painful bulge in his trousers.
"Sorry……." She whispered quickly as the irritated alpha pulled back to scowl at her in disapproval.
"Perhaps you can convince me to forgive you." Severus answered in a decadent whisper.
Harriet gently lifted her fingers and found the button of his trousers hidden under his long, black tunic.
Severus gazed into her emerald eyes as she slowly unfastened his garment and bravely reached a hand inside to free him from his confines.
His dark eyes widened as her touch found him.
She held his gaze as she gave him the slightest of reassuring nods while her soft hand gently wrapped around his length before she slowly brought him out into view.
Harriet let out a sharp breath as she glanced down and let her eyes trace the outline of her lover's manhood.
Severus visibly balked, as if he expected Harriet to laugh at him or recoil in disgust, but his qualms were quickly put to rest as she kept her eyes on him and parted her legs more to offer herself freely.
It was as if the action insulted Severus as his face twisted into a scowl, "Why, you naughty little-"
"-I'm waiting on you." Harriet huffed, not in the mood for his grouchy deflections.
It was difficult for him to rationalize the notion that she really wanted him.
The knowledge Harriet submitted to that desire was even more difficult for Severus to process.
He moved forward hesitantly, as if to test the validity of her words and actions.
Harriet let him take her time, eager to show him the depth of her feelings as she reached out and cupped his face with one hand, incredibly patient for an omega in her unfortunate position.
Many others would have pushed Severus against the floor in their hurry to ease the pain brought on by their cycles.
Once he crouched over her on the table, with his arousal pressing against her sensitive center, both of them shivered and trembled as their lips brushed.
"Gentle……" Harriet begged him in a breathless gasp, "You're the first."
Severus furrowed his brow in humbled disbelief.
Knowing Harriet had saved her own purity made his battered heart lurch in his chest as he placed a hand on her thigh for steadiness before he nudged forward and tested her preparedness.
Severus Snape was no brute.
Entrenched in Harriet's hailstorm of hormones, with her scent all around him and her body like melted ore in his hands, her pleasure remained Severus's priority.
Painstakingly carefully, he held her as if she were a porcelain doll that could shatter any moment while a strangled cry left his lips as her body pulled him inside.
White hot, confined, moist, Severus's eyes rolled back in his head as Harriet gladly welcomed him.
Her own eyes widened at the unbelievable feeling of finally being full, with that pesky, empty ache relieved and her screaming womb finally silenced.
Severus stilled himself once he had reached his hilt until Harriet began to writhe in his grasp.
He asked her with a soft kiss.
Once she impatiently nipped at his lips, Severus responded to her silent signal as he rolled his hips within her.
The hoarse shriek that issued from her throat raised the hair on the back of her neck.
Harriet's heat had made her all ache and need, but as Severus moved inside her, that torment mercifully ended.
Severus half-expected fangs to burst from his mouth, the joy of coupling with his darling inspired such primal bliss.
Suffocating heat as the sweet smell of adoration ensnared him, Severus attacked Harriet's lips as he surrendered himself to his lover.
Severus vaguely realized they should have at least cast a Contraceptive Charm, but in the all-consuming flame of the moment, he had little interest in stopping her from carrying his children.
Harriet dreamed their coupling would result in conception.
As the table jolted and bucked under the force of their lovemaking, the cauldron's contents splashed onto the wood.
Harriet's gasps and groans of satisfaction drowned out the anxious fizzing.
The donor, the Fertility Elixir, St. Mungo's…..it all seemed unnecessary to Harriet.
She couldn't think of anything more sublime than mothering the child of the man she loved.