Snape's final words sent me spiralling. He confirmed that he had, in fact, seen my vision. Imaginary or not, he had seen me naked. How was I ever going to be able to look him in the eye again? I have to drop D.A.D.A.; maybe I'll pick up Care of Magical Beasts to spend more time with Tas. I am humiliated; this is as horrifying as someone reading my journal. And that someone just so happens to be Severus Snape.
I need to speak to Dumbledore and arrange my class transfer as soon as possible. How was I going to explain to him that I can no longer be around Snape? Maybe I can say he has been stubborn and disrespectful; anyone would believe that. Dumbledore isn't anyone, though.
All throughout my rampant overthinking, a voice has been ringing in the back of my mind. I tried to block it out by coming up with my next escape plan. I eventually gave in and heard a whisper; even in my mind, it was barely audible. "Severus." I swallowed hard. "Severus." It got louder. "Severus." It was screaming now.
"Ugh!" I ran my hands down my face. I am going insane. The desire to remove myself from his presence was fuelled by one fact: Snape had seen me naked, and that excites me. How did I get here? How did we get here? I know that my seeming "attraction" is not one-sided. Severus Snape does not seem like the type to get butterflies in his stomach.
"I heard you weren't well, Miss Goldstein." I jumped and gasped at the sudden appearance of Dumbledore at the foot of my bed. "Oh, I apologise. I should have known you were deep in thought." He walked around to sit in the chair next to me. "Should have known, sir?" I questioned. "I have been standing here for close to five minutes now." He chuckled lightly. How had I not noticed him?
"Sorry, sir. I've got a lot on my mind." I sat up and swung my legs over the bed to face him. "I know." My heart sank. Either another wizard in this school can read my thoughts, or Snape has spoken to him. "Severus came to me." Fuck! He wouldn't have told him about my vision, would he? "What did he say this time?" I rolled my eyes, and he laughed again. "Relax, Hazel. He merely explained your apparent connection."
My jaw dropped. Apparent connection? I knew something was happening between us, but I didn't think we were "connected" in any way. "Please do not be concerned, Hazel. Severus certainly isn't." He wasn't concerned. How could he not be? "I don't understand. What has caused this "connection" sir?" I have too many questions, and I need answers. He sighed, looking intently at me over his half-moon glasses. "There are many different reasons why this sort of connection can occur." I nodded, urging him to continue.
"It can be that two people are destined to work together on a particular project, usually one of great significance." I began keeping a mental list. "Or that they need to help each other through a trying ordeal." The only thing this is trying is my patience. "Most commonly, however, the two souls become bonded to each other. The stars seemingly align, granting access to mind, body, and soul." He felt confident, like he thought this was the most plausible explanation to our "connection".
"You can't honestly think that Professor Snape and I are bonded souls, sir." I frowned at him. "That is impossible; he is a teacher, and a hostile one at the best of times." I was trying any reasoning I could to escape this. "Only to those who do not know him." He hummed. He still felt oddly confident, and there was a hint of something else that I couldn't quite put my finger on. Was it…approval? Shivers spread down my spine, and he gave me a knowing look.
"As I said, please do not be concerned. Severus has already begun his research, and I am sure he will come to you if he learns anything." He's researching us. I was looking down at my lap, fiddling with the hem of my skirt, when my eyes travelled to Dumbledore's hands. "Sir, what happened to your hand?" I gasped and reached out to examine his right hand, which was blackened as if he had frost bite. How did I not notice this on Friday night?
He allowed me to study his hand, trying to seem unphased. "Another thing not to concern yourself with, Hazel." He certainly felt concerned. A mix of emotions washed over me at once, confusing me. Guilt, anguish, worry, responsibility, and finally acceptance. He was going to die. "How much time do you have?" I didn't want to insult him by beating around the bush. He took my hands in his and patted them, smiling. "Enough."
He stood, gently pulling me up with him. "As always, I expect discretion. Severus is the only other person who knows, and I would like to keep it that way." I nodded; I couldn't hold in the tears that welled in my eyes. "Do you want me to contact my grandmother? She can bring Uncle Newt and –" I couldn't finish; my chin was trembling, and tears were streaming down my cheeks. "No, thank you. I have made all the necessary arrangements." He smiled. He was sad; he wished it could be different.
"You will understand in due time, Hazel. War is upon us, and there will be times when you doubt me. More importantly, there will be times when you doubt Severus." I wiped my tear-soaked cheeks with the back of my sleeve. I was struggling to process what he was saying. "I will ask you again to be patient with him. He will explain everything to you when the time is right, but he cannot risk your safety."
He led us towards the front of the wing, stopping in front of the doors, which were, thankfully, still closed. "I must ask one more thing of you, Hazel." I nodded; my eyes had glazed over. "Keep Draco close. He will need a friend like you." There was that guilt again; it was eating him alive. Draco is a part of something that made Dumbledore feel guilty. "I promise, sir." He smiled once more before striding out of the hospital wing and leaving me alone.
I wanted to scream. I have just been presented with two earth-shattering facts: one, Dumbledore was going to die soon, and two, Snape and I are bonded souls. I didn't want to think, I didn't want to speak. I needed to feel something – anything. With one final wipe across my face, ensuring all dried tears were cleaned up, I cast a muffliato charm around me. If I heard one person worry about their exams or what colour they were going to charm their nails next, I would lose it. I walked as fast as I could, without appearing to be running, down to the dungeons, keeping my head down. I need to find Draco.
I knew I needed to help Draco, but for now, I needed him to help me. I need to think about anything else. I knew he would be in the common room; he always is on a Sunday afternoon. As the alpha Slytherin, no one dared question where he was or what he was doing. I was counting on that today.
I lifted the muffliato charm and barged into the common room. To my relief, he was sitting in an armchair, firewhiskey in hand. When he glanced over his shoulder and saw it was me, he jumped up, setting his tumbler down. "Are you alright? Everyone has been saying Snape dragged you to the hospital wing." He pulled me into a tight hug. "I'll kill him if he laid a finger on her." I wrapped my arms around him, breathing in his scent. "I'm fine, Draco. He didn't drag me; he levitated me." He led us back to the armchairs, motioning for me to sit. "She doesn't know what he is capable of."
I sighed. What is he so worried about? "There's a rumour going around that he looked up your skirt." He seethed. He didn't believe it, but he was disgusted. "Those bloody paintings." I rolled my eyes. "He certainly did not. I was levitated on my back and my skirt to dropped. It was gravity. I doubt he even noticed." He snorted and took a sip of his whiskey. "He's a man. And a Slytherin. He definitely noticed." "I would have." He was not amused in the slightest. He was riddled with anxiety, and it was making him pale. Well, more pale than usual.
"Are you sure Snape didn't do anything to you?" I sucked a quick breath in. He didn't do anything, but thinking about what he could do made my core throb. I was done talking, and we both needed a distraction. I climbed out of my chair and crawled towards him. He stared at me kneeling in front of him with his mouth agape and eyebrow cocked. "What's gotten into you?" He snorted, taking another sip from his tumbler. "Hopefully you." He choked, grasping his throat from the burn of the firewhiskey going down the wrong hole. He fell right into that one.
"Do you have any more questions, or would you like to come to my room?" I had him right where I wanted him. Horny, and too afraid to ask questions. He blinked a few times, trying to figure out if I was joking. "If she is joking, I've got a hard-on for nothing." I stood up slowly and leaned over him, placing my hands on either armrest. "Pour me a drink, Draco." I breathed into his ear, nearing a moan.
He grabbed my waist, pushed me back and stood, his face inches from mine. "With pleasure." He picked up a second tumbler, filled it with a double shot of firewhiskey, and handed it to me. Without breaking eye contact, I tossed it back and held it out for him to pour another. "You're on." He smirked, pouring another double shot in both our glasses. "Follow me." I took him by the hand and led him down to my room. I could feel the heat rising in his groin as it was in mine. I may have been the one to start this, but he was going to finish it.
As we approached my door, he pressed himself against my back, wrapping his free arm around my waist. He started trailing wet kisses down my neck. "I've decided I don't care what's gotten into you." His hot breath next to my ear made me moan. I mumbled "Queenie" under my breath, and he pushed us in, tightening his grip. I mentally cursed myself for choosing my grandmother's name; it certainly is not appropriate to say her name with a hardened bulge pressed against my back.
I spun around, taking his drink from his hand, and levitated them both to my bedside table. I cast muffliato on the room and looked at him, taking both his hands in mine. He was worried about me. "Don't think, Draco." I led him to the end of my bed. "Just be my distraction." I wrapped one hand around his neck and crashed my lips against his.
Without hesitating, he wrapped his arm around me and grabbed my ass, squeezing it firmly. I moaned, instinctively rolling my hips against his. I gasped when I felt his tongue slip into my mouth, immediately dancing with mine. I reached between us, popped the button on his trousers, and unzipped them. I reached in and rubbed him slowly over his briefs, causing him to groan into my mouth.
I pushed him to sit on the bed and knelt in front of him. I could tell he was battling against apprehension and eagerness. "No sex, just release." I assured him. He nodded, relieved. "Just a distraction." He confirmed, tugging his trousers down so they dropped around his ankles. I smiled up at him, locking eyes as I wrapped my hand around his cock and pulled him free.
I licked my lips wantonly at the glistening drops of pre-cum on his tip. I started to pump him slowly, and he let out a shaky breath. Leaning down, I ran my tongue flat from his balls, all along his shaft, and finally circling around his tip. He groaned, throwing his head back. I slowly swallowed him as deeply as I could. He was big, but I have an excellent gag reflex; I could tell he thought so too. "Fuck, Hazel." He grunted. I hummed against him, pleased that he was enjoying this.
I bobbed my head up and down, creating a tight vacuum around his cock. He was panting, clutching at my bedsheets. I could tell he was trying to restrain himself from grabbing my head. I reached my hand out to take his, slowly bringing it to rest on the back of my head, humming in consent. Weaving his hand through my hair and tugging, he groaned. "Don't stop." He pleaded, tightening his grip on my hair. I wrapped one hand around the base of his shaft and increased my speed. "Fuck." His body contracted, and he let out a long, low growl as he exploded inside my mouth.
I locked eyes with him as I swallowed his seed completely. He smirked, pulled me on top of him, and latched his lips to mine. Knowing he could taste himself on my tongue made my core ache. I started rolling my hips against him, desperate for friction. He flipped us around and pushed me up, so my head rested on the pillows. "My turn." He kissed me once more on the lips and trailed his hot mouth down my neck. I moaned, arching my back and pressing my chest against his.
He traced his hands over my breasts, palming them over my shirt, and down over my waist and hips. He looked back up into my eyes as his hands met the hem of my skirt, tossing it so it fell across my stomach. He grabbed my thighs and pulled them open, revelling at the sight of my soaked knickers. Hooking a finger under the band, he ripped them off, revealing my dripping quim.
He leant down and kissed and sucked on the inside of my thighs. I rolled my hips, panting, desperate for him to put his mouth on me. "Please, Draco. Stop teasing." I begged. I felt him smirk against me, the smug git. He swiped his tongue up my slit and latched his tongue to my aching bundle of nerves, and I yelped, throwing my head back. He circled my clit a few times before removing his mouth from me. I huffed at the loss of contact and peered down at him. I watched him stick two fingers in his mouth, lubricating them, and I whimpered.
He brought his two fingers to sweep across my entrance, coating them further in my wetness. I shuddered, rolling my hips. He kept his eyes pinned on mine as he slowly pushed into me, making sure I was comfortable. "Oh, fuck." My eyes rolled, and I threw my head back into the pillows. He latched his tongue back on my clit and began pumping his fingers in and out slowly. "Faster." I needed more. "Please." I was bucking my hips to meet his fingers, and he picked up the pace.
His tongue relentlessly swirled around my clit as his knuckles slammed against me; I was moaning and writhing beneath him. I screamed his name as I finally crashed over the edge. My legs were shaking, and my vision was clouded with stars. He slowed his pace with his fingers, allowing me to fully ride out my high, and removed his tongue from my now overstimulated bud.
Draco climbed up and kissed me gently. I moaned at the taste of myself on his lips. He laid next to me, wrapped his arms around my stomach, pulling me flush against him, and kissed my shoulder. "Thank you." I breathed, satiated. "Any time." He laughed softly. We fell asleep in each other's arms, both mildly relieved of our anxieties.