Meddling with Potions

by DragonGoddess629

Aurora-Nyx is asked to return to Hogwarts to teach a new Potions course. Now in the presence of Severus Snape, she must remember a past neither are ready to face. In time, both come to terms with their grievances, working hard to rekindle their friendship and face the love they once held. But with the threat of Voldemort's return, she must decide where her loyalties lie.

11. Chapter 11

Chapter 11

I Trust You With My Life

A/N: As I quote Prompto from FFXV…#SorryNotSorry. I know it's taken some time, but it's been a little crazy lately. My career has taken off so I've been putting more emphasis on that, but I've been mentally struggling with my anxiety and depression. But I'm hoping this extra-long chapter makes up for the time it's taken me to upload, for I am quite proud of what I have written.

I hope this makes some of my readers happy – but a little warning: mature themes lie ahead. Enter at your own risk :)

Disclaimer: I only own Aurora and any other OC's.

~ oOo ~

First Christmas was upon her door, then New Year's, and before Aurora could even blink, the second term of the school year had begun, with students and professors bustling around the castle, happily discussing their holidays and how they wished for another break. Despite living within a magical world, Aurora couldn't help but feel as if everything in her life was "enchanted". Over the course of the first weeks of term, the witch had separated her time between teaching, preparing the new classes for the following year – at least, trying to fetch a head start – as well as spending the rest of her free time with Severus.

The female had to admit, the conversation she and Severus had on New Year's Eve was nerve wracking, but looking back, she knew it was a topic which needed discussing. They were both busy, each and every day. But when they were together, they usually spent their time grading papers and assignments, or falling asleep on either one's bed; the time in-between was spent stealing soft kisses when a break was deserved, or allowing a full snogging session on the couch, where Aurora would straddle Severus' thighs with her own.

Oh, and the intimacy between the two!

Though their schedules left little time some days for only daily meals and a quick kiss, that did not stop the wizard from pulling his witch into his arms and showering her with the affection he knew she deserved. Secretly, Severus loved to pleasure Aurora; watching her face tighten in desire, eyes flutter close as her plump, rosy lips swelled from the pressure of his own caresses. The man was spellbound by Aurora's reactions, and ensured he attempted to differentiate the tricks from his sleeve to achieve new responses, both physical and verbal.

There was one-night Severus decided to cook a private meal for the two as they hadn't had much time alone recently and wanted to enjoy their privacy. They had enjoyed their meal when Aurora suddenly mentioned how Severus had never asked her to return any sexual favors. Severus had stared at Aurora for some time, and before a response could be formed, she stood from her seat and cradled his lap, and explained that she wanted to pleasure him as much as he did her. The night was then spent nested between the sheets of Severus' bed, both mutually playing with the other; Severus' calloused fingers lingered in the depths of her underwear, seeping down into the delectable wetness that was her arousal, as Aurora gripped his stiffened cock, finally pulled free from the tightness of his trousers. Some nights were spent in such a manner, others were simply cuddling on the couch by the fire to keep warm as one read a book and the Daily Prophet.

Regardless of how they spent their time, Aurora was happy.

With the passing of her mother several months prior, the witch, at times, found herself reminiscing upon the past, chasing memories of her mother, imaging she was still very much alive. Aurora knew the truth how her mother was never coming back, but there were some nights where she struggled, but the moments she spent with Severus calmed the grief which occasionally bubbled to the surface. When the two weren't intimate, Aurora would bring this discussion to light, needing to speak on the matter, knowing she didn't have to suffer unaccompanied.

But the quickened pace of second term assisted the witch as she found herself buried in stacks of homework assignments and tests. Her students were doing extremely well and she was excited to teach the new class the following school year, in addition to what she already taught.

As the seasons altered from the loneliness of Winter to the warmness of Spring, Aurora noticed the air within the castle seemed tainted, her sixth sense screaming how something was going to transpire. Bringing this to light in her next conversation with Severus, Aurora was inclined to question if the Potions Master was experiencing the same sensation – to which he was.

That was the night Severus explained to Aurora who he believed Professor Quirrell allowed the troll on Halloween to enter the castle, as well as the individual who cast the curse on Harry Potter at the first Quidditch game. Severus explained that he'd noticed a difference with Professor Quirrell since he'd returned from his trip abroad after summer ended. The Potions Master also explained how he intercepted Quirrell in the Third Floor Corridor the night of Halloween as he was the one seeking the Philosopher's Stone that night, not Severus.

Aurora couldn't understand why Professor Quirrell was seeking the Philosopher's Stone, but Severus was adamant that she keep her distance from the professor unless he was around. "Severus, if you know something about Quirrell, why haven't you said anything to Albus?" she questioned.

"The Headmaster knows, and most likely he knows more than what he's relayed to me. Aurora, whatever reason Quirrell is seeking the stone leads me to believe he's tampered into Dark Magic, further than what is lawfully accepted."

"Do you think he needs the stone in order to live? That seems to be the only benefit of acquiring the stone is longer life."

"Whatever the reason, don't find yourself alone with him. As you were a new hire for this year, Albus didn't want to include on the secrecy behind the stone, other than it was here in the castle and how the staff were guarding it."

"Isn't that good then? I have practically no information on the stone compared to you."

Severus was adamant that she needed to be wary of her surroundings. "No, it's the opposite. You may not have the same knowledge that I or the other professors do regarding the stone, but that doesn't mean you couldn't be used to find it."

~ oOo ~

The month of May moseyed through the grounds of Hogwarts, imbedding the land with beautiful flowers and the crisp, clean air that represented the middle of Spring. Per the conversation she'd held with Severus, Aurora was wary whenever she travelled alone. The feeling within the pit of her stomach still screamed something was going to happen, but what that something was, neither she, nor Severus, could explain. Pushing the feeling aside, the witch enjoyed her days teaching and her nights with Severus.

Until one morning at breakfast, Aurora was approached by Hagrid in the Great Hall and asked if she would accompany him for tea later that evening and if she would bring Sapphire with her. Aurora smiled and agreed, knowing that it had been some time since she and Hagrid and spoken and spent time together.

Thus why she stood outside Hagrid's Hut with Sapphire wrapped around her shoulders, knocking upon his giant wooden door.

Once open, Hagrid stood dressed in a white apron and oven mitts place over his giant hands. Raising an eyebrow, Aurora was wanting to question, but the smile upon her friend's face shut her lips tight. "Ah, Aurora! So glad ya could make it! Come in, come in, I jus' made some tea!"

Stepping inside, Sapphire glided down her arm and flew to Hagrid, who pet the creature underneath its chin before landing upon the table, its eyes suddenly interested in watching the flames flicker and dance in the fireplace. Taking a seat in one of the armchairs, Hagrid poured a cup of tea for Aurora who smiled and drank the warm liquid. With his own cup, Hagrid sat across from the witch who finally asked, "So what did you need me for, Hagrid?"

"Ah, tha's right!" Standing, the half-giant walked to the cauldron placed over the fire and reached inside, pulling a large, oval shaped thing from the inside. Tossing the "thing" between both hands, Hagrid quickly placed the item on the table and gazed at Aurora. "This be it."

The witch immediately knew what Hagrid owned. "Oh my sweet goodness…Hagrid?" Quickly grabbing a spare oven mitt from the counter, Aurora walked around the table, analyzing and examining the shape, the size, even the coloring. Wavering one hand over the edge, Aurora could feel the intense heat, knowing the internal temperature was higher than what any human could handle through physical touch. Removing the mitt, Aurora turned to Hagrid, her smile wide as she knew exactly the half-giant owned. "Where on earth did you get this?"

"Ah, well, I won it down at the pub. I had a feelin' you might know what it was, so I asked you to help, if yer interested."

"Blimey Hagrid, of course I'm interested! But, this needs to go back into the cauldron."

"Ah, alright then." Grapping the item, Hagrid once more placed it into the blistering cauldron and resumed his seat next to Aurora, sipping his tea now and then. "I'm guessing yer wantin' ta stay then?"

"Of course!" Standing and walking to the fireplace, Aurora watched the cauldron. Based on the coloring and the heat it radiated, the witch was able to estimate how long until it would be "done". Turning towards her long-time friend, the witch questioned, "You seem to have an idea of what this is, don't you Hagrid? You wouldn't have placed it into the cauldron if you didn't."

"Oh, I could easily tell tha's an egg, for sure. But you know exactly what it is, don' you, Aurora?"

Grinning evilly, Aurora nodded her head and chuckled. "Oh yes, but I think you'd like the surprise so we'll just have to wait. It won't be much longer."

Her statement caused Hagrid's eyes to brighten. "Really?"

"How long have you had it over the fire?"

"Throughou' the night an' all day."

"Perfect." Taking her seat, the two friends spent the next several hours switching between numerous topics: magical creatures, the weather, plants, flowers, and Sapphire, who was curled upon the table, listening intently to their conversation, but whose eyes were fixated on the cauldron. Hagrid occasionally wanted to pull the egg out and look, but Aurora explained that the longer it accumulated heat, the closer it would be towards hatching. Hagrid was a bumbling mess, his excited nature wanting to know what was inside the egg, but neither Aurora nor Sapphire would state.

The hours seemingly passed and Aurora was enjoying her time with Hagrid. She became good friends with the Groundskeeper while she was a Hogwarts student, as he always treated with a cup of tea and a smile. Not having many friends as a student, she relied on Hagrid and was delighted to relive the same feelings as a current staff member.

Several cups of tea later, both Aurora and Hagrid turned their heads towards the door when a sudden knock echoed through the homey hut. Opening the door, the half-giant was greeted with three young First Years as one exclaimed, "Hagrid!"

"Oh, hello. I don't wish to be rude, but I'm in no fit state to entertain today." Hagrid's statement caused Aurora to giggle as she quickly covered her mouth to muffle the noise. He didn't want to "entertain," but here she had been for the last several hours. Although he had no intent to be rude, Hagrid slowly moved to shut the door, but the three young wizards – and witch – yelled, "We know about the Philosopher's Stone!"

Stealing a peak at Aurora, who shook her head, Hagrid reopened the door and muttered, "Oh…" Allowing the three to walk inside, they each froze when they noticed Aurora curled in one of the armchairs, gently waving in their direction as she nuzzled Sapphire to her chest.

"Not wanting to entertain tonight, huh?" Ron teased as he claimed a seat next to Fang.

"She doesn' 'ave a curfew like the three o' you do."

The three in question groaned, as they didn't know one of their professors just-so-happened to be in the location they snuck off to. "Good evening, Harry, Ron, Hermione. Good to see you three breaking the rules."

They stuttered, not sure where to present themselves in the moment of being caught. "Y-You see, Professor…" Hermione attempted to explain, but Aurora raised her hand and quieted the girl before she could finish.

"Oh Hermione, I don't need an explanation. I'm here for a different reason; carry on."

"Aurora…" Hagrid sighed, but Aurora remained silent. She was off duty from her nightly rounds and wanted to enjoy her evening without reporting any students and reducing House Points. But Harry stepped in, resuming the original reason for their surprised visit.

"But Hagrid! We think Snape's trying to steal the Philosopher's Stone."

Sighing, Hagrid stole a glimpse at Aurora who shrugged her shoulders. She wasn't about to correct the three young ones, but was she going to explain this to Severus? Why yes, yes she was. "Snape? Blimey, you're still on about him, are you?"

"We know he's after the stone, we just don't know why!"

"Snape is one of the teachers protecting the stone! He's not about to steal it."

Three young heads turned towards Aurora who shook her head no. "Ohhh, no, don't give me that look. I may be a professor but I'm new; I have no connections to the stone."

"So, you can't tell us anything about it?" Harry asked

"You're assuming I will, Harry," Aurora replied as she placed the cup of tea to her lips. From the corner of her eye, the witch could tell Hagrid was growing nervous. Knowing what the egg contained, Aurora could see why her friend was on edge. I wouldn't want them to be here either, despite the friendship they have.

"Alrigh', you heard. Right, now, come on, I'm a bit preoccupied today." Hagrid moved to usher Harry towards the door, but the boy stood in his place, his eyes lit when a sudden thought occurred.

"Wait, you mean, one of the teachers?"

Sitting in the chair next to Aurora, Hermione understood Harry's question and straightened her posture. "Of course! There are other things defending the stone, aren't there? Spells, enchantments?"

"Tha's right. Waste of bloody time if you ask me. Ain't no one gonna get past Fluffy. Ain't a soul knows how, 'cept for me and Dumbledore." Realizing the truth he'd just admitted, Hagrid turned his attention away from the young three onlookers, wanting more information than they needed to know. "I shouldn't have told you that, I should not have told you that."

If Hagrid was wanting to state anything else, he was silenced by a clanking noise reverberating from within the cauldron. Leaning against the table, Aurora leaned forward, eyes widening as the moment of arrival was upon their doorstep. Dipping his mitt-covered hands into the pipping hot cauldron, Hagrid pulled the egg out, balancing the fragile gem between his hands before gently placing it onto the wooden table. The three young ones curled around the table, anticipating to see what was about to happen. Sapphire squeaked, wings flapping against the air as she twirled around the egg; back and forth the blue dragon went, tongue darting against the shell before looking at its mom and squeaking. Aurora smiled and called Sapphire back, knowing that, any second, shards of hardened egg would shoot across the small hut.

"Hagird...what exactly is that?" Harry asked, his tone cautious, but Aurora could see his curiosity spill.

"Oh, that? It's a…it's um…well I know 'tis an egg…"

"I know what that is!" Ron stated passionately before glancing at his female professor. She nodded in his direction, confirming his suspicions before the ginger-haired boy continued. "But Hagrid…how did you get one?"

"I was tellin' Aurora that earlier. I won it! Off a stranger I met down at the pub. Seemed rather glad to get rid of it, matter o' fact."

The tapping noise grew louder, a peck from the inside testing the strength of the egg shell. Four heads leaned closer, as if they could inspect the contents of the inside; Aurora was the opposite as she leaned away, anticipating the moment of birth. Seconds flew by and Aurora could see Harry open his mouth to speak, but the cracking grew louder as a burst of air seeped through several fissures within the shell. Shards burst from its original form, scattering over heads as all eyes concentrated on the form that had been contained inside.

Baffled, Hermione looked at Hagrid, her vision and her thoughts not connecting in understanding to what she was witnessing. "Is that…a dragon?"

"That's not just a dragon! That's a Norwegian Ridgeback! My brother Charlie works with these in Romania. Aurora?"

"Yes Ron?" In her arms, Sapphire was squirming, nervous to be around the baby dragon, but wanting to be near the creature at the same time. Gently tapping her head twice, Sapphire trailed up her moms arm and latched around her shoulders; it was a trick Aurora had been teaching her dragon since she was young.

"When you worked with my brother, did you work with these types of dragons as well?"

"Oh yes, and other species too, though they were more rare in the area than the Ridgebacks."

"Oh isn' he beautiful?" Everyone turned to look at Hagrid, the content façade he held couldn't even describe the happiness he felt at discovering the egg was that of a dragon. "Oh bless him look, he knows his mummy!" Scratching under the baby's wings, he stated, "Hello Norbert!"

"Norbert?" Harry asked in confusion.

"Well he's gotta have a name, don' he? Don' you Norbert?" Hagrid moved his fingers to twiddle them under the dragon's chin. Aurora reached over to try and stop him, as she knew what was about to occur, but before she could, Norbert coughed and breathed its first breath of fire. The target? Poor Hagrid's beard. "Ahhh! Woah! Heh…He'll have to be trained up a bit, o' course." Flapping his beard with an oven mitt, Hagrid attempted to cool the fire, but Aurora shook her head.

"Agh, Hagrid, I tried to stop you. When a dragon is born you have to be careful with their chins until they breath their first fire."

"Nah, Aurora, 'tis worth the surprise." Scrunching his eyes, the half-giant focused his attention on the window next to his door before asking, "Who's tha'?" All heads focused on Hagrid's direction, Harry being the first to state the individual they had seen through the window. Groaning, Aurora dropped her head into one of her hand's.

"Malfoy."

Leaning back, Hagrid muttered, "Oh dear…"

~ oOo ~

After Aurora had sent the children back to their Common Room, the witch had stayed long enough to instruct Hagrid on how to care for Norbert – at least, enough to get both of them through the night. By the time she decided to leave and arrived back into her private quarters, it was nearly midnight, and the warmth of her bed was calling her name. Once inside her bedroom, Aurora peeled off each piece of clothing before replacing them with a pair of shorts and a spaghetti strap shirt; it wasn't until she pulled the covers off that she noticed a letter upon her pillow, Severus' handwriting scribbled across the envelope.

Aurora,

Though you stated you would be at Hagrid's for most of the night, I wasn't aware of how late that would be. Whenever you read this note, I hope you obtain a fair amount of sleep, for I will see you in the morning at breakfast. I will be up late correcting assignments that my dunderhead students couldn't fathom to finish correctly.

Sleep well,

Severus

Smiling upon his words, Aurora's heart beat erratically, calling the name of the one she loved, abruptly craving to see the man who could leave such a simple note, but leave such a large impression. Quickly thrusting her feet into slippers and throwing a cloak over her shoulders, Aurora grabbed Sapphire before once again leaving her private quarters, knowing that she wouldn't be staying in her room.

Swiftly moving through the dungeons, Aurora didn't want anyone to see her current attire, though she would be surprised if there was anyone in the dungeons that late at night. Once she appeared before the portrait belonging to the Potions Master, the painting swung open without the witch having to state who she was. Severus had placed a charm on his portrait to recognize Aurora so it wouldn't need his permission for her to enter, as Aurora had done the same for hers. Inside, Aurora found the professor hunched over layers upon layers of parchment; finals would transpire within the next few weeks and it would seem Severus wanted to have all assignments graded and returned by then. Upon hearing his portrait close, the wizard peered over the pile he had yet to grade, his eyes slowly widening as he leaned back in his chair.

"Aurora…?"

"Hi," she replied gently, realizing that it may not have been the best idea to stop by, as he did state he would be up late. "I just got back from Hagrid's and saw your letter. I thought…you could use some company." Rubbing the bridge of his nose, Severus exhaled, knowing Aurora meant well in her being here, but her mere presence was a distraction for both his eyes, and his trousers. Seeing his response, Aurora tightened the cloak around her shoulders as she backed towards the portrait. "I'm sorry…you did say you were busy I…I thought maybe some company would make it less miserable. I'll…I'll see you in the morning, ok?" Turning her back around, she was disappointed, but understood the man's physical response.

"Aurora, wait!" Standing from his chair, Severus held his hand out. He knew Aurora meant well, and his verbal response provided the opposite answer than what he was thinking. Walking around his desk, the wizard pulled the witch into his arms, not having seen her since that morning at breakfast. "Stay," he whispered. "You're right. I could use the company."

His response made her smile return. "Told you!" Removing her cloak, she tossed the article of clothing onto the back of the couch, her eyes looking into Severus', secretly loving the once-over he stole over her body.

Groaning, the Potions Master quickly turned and reoccupied his seat, quill in hand to grade yet another assignment. "And yet you dress like that," he mumbled.

"To be fair, I didn't see your letter until I was dressed and ready to fall asleep."

"I see. Well, you're welcome to do what you like. I have to finish grading this absurd pile before I can sleep."

"Then I'll stay awake with you!" Walking to his side, Aurora noticed the stack he was speaking of and wished it were smaller. "I'll stay awake as long as you're up, and if you need any help, I'll be right here."

"I'm not going to ask you to do that," the man argued.

"Too bad, I'm not asking for permission." Kissing his cheek, Aurora retrieved a pillow from the bedroom and something to read from the book case. Assuming her normal position in one of the armchairs, she took up her spot with care and engrossed her attention in the book.

Though he wouldn't ask for help, Severus observed the witch from the corner of his eye, impressed that she was keeping her word regarding sparing sleep to remain awake with him. But as one hour came and went, the professor noticed Aurora's eyes were drooping, longing for an undisturbed rest, with Severus by her side. As one in the morning passed and two dawned in closer, Severus closed his inkwell and rubbed his eyes; it had taken some time, but he'd set out to finish grading a certain pile of parchment, and bloody hell, he had conquered the task. Standing, the weary wizard moved away from his desk, content he had no classes in the morning as it was Friday – technically Saturday if one was going off of the current time. But as he moved towards the armchair Aurora currently occupied, the sight before him paused the man in his steps: Aurora was curled into the chair, pillow supporting her head as the book lay open against her chest, the subtle rise and fall the only tell to her current state.

Despite the numerous times Severus had seen the witch asleep, the current view alone caused the man to vow the love he held for her was eternal, and he be damned if he ever did anything to harm this woman.

Forcing his body to move, Severus placed the book onto the table before scooping the woman into his arms, her head rolling against his shoulder. As he made his way into the bedroom, Severus placed Aurora onto the bed, his fingers trailing across the softness of her cheek, moving wisps of hair away so he could gaze at her peaceful composure. With his wand, Severus dimmed the lights and doused the remaining flame within the mantle, before removing the several layers of clothing he donned every morning and replacing them with his flannel sleepwear and a basic t-shirt. Placing their wands upon the nightstand, Severus crawled into the covers, Aurora promptly curling into his side.

Looking upon the last few months, Severus never would have thought he'd be in his current position, with a beautiful woman wrapped within his arms – and that beautiful woman just happened to be the woman he'd been in love with since the moment he saw her face the night she was sorted.

With a groan, Aurora twisted slightly, her eyes opening to see those of obsidian staring down at her form curled into his body. "Mmm…Severus? What, what time is it?"

"Just after two."

"I didn't…tell me I didn't fall asleep…"

Chuckling, Severus' profound voice chilled Aurora to the bone, but in a pleasurable manner. "…you fell asleep."

"Aw shite…" Aurora mumbled, her voice still thick with sleep. "I'm sorry Severus, I wanted to stay awake with you…so you weren't alone."

"I wasn't alone." Cupping her face, the wizard pulled her lips close to his, and before he could seal their fate, quietly said, "Your presence was enough to grade the papers of my dunderheaded students less sufferable." Pulling her closer, Severus touched Aurora's lips with his, sealing her voice before she could speak.

Closing her eyes, Aurora moaned, lips vibrating as her arms twisted around his neck, into his hair, and across his back. Pulling the man atop, the witch rolled, her back meeting the mattress as their lips moved as one, tongues intertwining, molding into the other. Towering over her lithe frame, Severus curled a hand into her hair, the other tracing the contour of her beautiful frame, refreshing his memory, the sudden desire to consume scorched his fingertips.

Velvetiness of skin, the brushing of limbs against limbs ignited the stone-cold room into flames, pushing the two lovers onto the brink of madness. With the swelling of the lips, the tightened grip of fingertips against molded flesh, Severus could not contain the incline in his arousal; Aurora's chest molding against his, the wizard groaned, dragging a calloused hand against her cheek, sliding across her shoulder, and slipping his index finger into the strap of her seductive night shirt. Tediously lowering the strap, Severus removed his lips from hers and pecked her neck, gifting his lover with love bites across her luscious neckline.

"S-Severus…?"

Lifting his heavy gaze, the man in question leisurely replied with, "Yes, Aurora?"

"I…my shirt. Y-you're…" Quirking an eyebrow, Severus chuckled, his mouth close enough to gently vibrate the juncture between her shoulder and neck, causing the woman to lean her head back, moaning to the heavens, knowing what would occur, hoping it would last.

Tracing the lining of her shirt, Severus continued his act, teeth gracing Aurora's skin, goosebumps forming upon her flesh. Once in place, Severus pulled the fabric down, the material riding across her torso as one breast leaped forth, falling from the soft confines of the cotton tank. Gasping, Aurora leaned her head forward to scold the wizard, heat burning her cheeks at the sight of Severus gazing up at her through hooded eyes as he sank his lips upon her taught nipples. Another gasp broke through her enclosed lips as Aurora could only groan and sigh, moving her head from one side of the pillow to the other.

Smirking upon her breast, Severus lapped at the gift within his mouth; pulling, biting and licking, the man could not contain the desire to utterly break the woman he loved. He wanted her to scream, to hear the beautiful sounds escape from the confines of her talented mouth; time did not pass long before his actions were justly rewarded.

Ripples of pleasure and desire tormented her body, and Aurora could feel the steady trickle of her arousal seep through the lining of her undies. Grinding her lithe form against the man she loved, the witch could do nothing but feel, experience and bear witness to the growing thunder that was the steady rising of her orgasm.

The Potions Master could resist but to grin, his actions were proving wise, and upon gazing at her face, Severus knew his woman was nigh upon her release. Forcing his calloused fingers underneath the fabric which guarded her nether regions, the man sighed when his fingertips graced the pool of her essence, her womanhood drenched with passion, arousal and her need. Wasting no time, Severus drove his finger over her sensitive nub, rubbing in the manner he knew drove her crazy, the evidence was pertinent to the screams etched within her throat. Fingers delved deep within her soaked depths and lips attached to her breast, Aurora arched her body, heat spilling forth as her screams echoed across the stone encasement of the bedroom, her orgasm bursting forth through her frame. Gasping, Aurora fell upon the bed, pulling away from Severus and curling onto her side, body spasming with the afterglows of pleasure bursting through her very veins.

Waving his hand, Severus vanished her fluids from his fingers before pulling her back against his chest, arm wrapped around her, grabbing her fingers and holding them close. With her breathing gradually slowing, Aurora was able to turn roll onto the opposite side, burying her face into Severus, eyes drifting away, back into the land of sleep. Kissing the top of her head, Severus pulled the covers over their bodies as he heard Aurora speak for the final time that night.

"I love you, Severus…"

~ oOo ~

The next several weeks flew by in a haze, to which finals were upon the doors for all teachers. Tough Aurora taught fewer classes than Severus, she still bustled and worked long hours giving tests, grading finished exams, and even assisted Severus with the Potions Finals for his Seventh Year students. It was difficult, as she had never tested her students on the extent of information that was covered in each final, but Aurora was enjoying the last moments of her first year as a professor at Hogwarts. With the last day of the year just around the corner, the witch reflected on the year's events, and still confided with Severus how she knew something was still off.

On the last day of finals, Aurora meandered through the castle with Severus, discussing several matters regarding different topics. Secretly, Aurora was leading Severus towards the open courtyard, wanting to soak in the beautiful sun and the fresh air as it was towards the end of Spring. Cloaks billowing behind and boots tapping the stone flooring, they found themselves talking with students in an open corridor near the courtyard, but as the students left, Severus walked in the opposite direction, causing Aurora to raise an eyebrow when she noticed the professor was headed straight towards the three First Year misfits. Stopping behind Ron Weasley, the depth of Severus' voice stilled the three from speaking in fear of their plan becoming known.

"Good afternoon." Slowly turning until they each faced both professors, their voices remained silent for fear of what was to come. Raising an eyebrow, Severus' stoic, yet calming, demeanor, led Aurora to believe that he knew what they were planning. The witch knew both Harry, Ron and Hermione were aware of the Philosopher's Stone, but were they after the stone? Were they experiencing the same bitter feeling as she had throughout the last few months? "Now what would three young Gryffindors such as yourselves be doing inside, on a day like this?"

Smirking internally, Aurora remembered the discussion they had after her visit with Hagrid several weeks prior. The witched relayed to Severus the conversation she'd witnessed from the three students; though she chuckled, Severus grew irritated, as his suspicions for who was after the stone were different than the children. Looking between the three different colored eyes of said children, Aurora smiled, knowing that Severus had, indeed, caught them off guard, and they had no idea how to walk away. "It's such a beautiful day outside, you three. Enjoy the sun, stop sulking inside the castle."

Looking between each other, the three were aware of Aurora's perspective, how she knew they had been questioning the stone and its purpose. With Hermione's intelligent mind, even she couldn't escape Severus' thwart to halt them in their place as she stuttered, "We…we were just –"

"You ought to be careful. People will think you're…up to something." Aurora watched as Severus focused his statement on Harry, before turning and walking down towards the end of the corridor, his black cloak billowing around his frame.

Smiling at the three, Aurora kneeled to their level and replied with, "Look. I know you three have something against Professor Snape, which is your opinion against my own. But whatever you're thinking of doing, I won't stop you. But please…make sure to think clearly before doing so."

"Professor…why are you…?" Harry asked, not understanding her statement. If she knew they were planning something, why wasn't she turning them in to Professor McGonagall?

"Because…you three have a curious nature, and that curiosity has led you to uncover something beyond your control. I will not stop you, but whatever you three decide to do, be careful. And remember, you need some music so Fluffy can fall asleep." Standing, she did as Severus before he left and looked into the eyes of each student. If they still believed Severus was after the stone, then they needed to be proven differently. Turning on her heels, Aurora made her way towards Severus, who stood by the door at the end of the corridor, somewhat patiently waiting for the witch.

Remaining in silence until they traversed onto the grounds, Aurora led them to the brink of the lake, pushing their silhouettes away from the onlookers of any students. Though she would've been content with the silence, Severus, on the other hand, desired to speak. "They were speaking of the stone."

"I am aware," Aurora answered coolly.

"They still believe that I am the one after the stone, don't they?"

Sighing, the witch reached over and grasped his hand. "Sadly, they do."

"Those dunderheads have no right to accuse me of something they know nothing about."

"Ah, well…" Walking closer to the water, the witch pulled her wizard alongside. "Based on misconceptions…"

"Misconceptions…?" Severus sneered, wanting to pull away from the maddening statement, but Aurora wouldn't release his hand.

"I don't know Severus, somehow they've created this idea that you're the one behind wanting the stone." Pulling him closer, Aurora's hands fell onto his chest as she pulled his face closer. "Regardless of what they think, I'm the one who knows the truth."

"Hmph, you and the other staff, obviously."

"Of course." Stealing a small kiss, leaving both witch and wizard wanting more, Aurora pulled away, a smirk upon her lips as she said, "I do find it adorable they think it's you."

Frowning, Severus looked away towards the openness of the Black Lake. "Doesn't surprise me that Potter would assume it's the Bat of the Dungeon who's at fault." Groaning at his bleak attitude, Aurora grasped his cheeks and pulled him forward, forcing her tongue inside his salivating cavern to mingle, and twist, and touch. She forcefully held his lips against her own before pulling away once more.

"I'm the one who knows the truth, and that's all that should matter, is it not?"

With a gleam in his eye, the wizard sneered as one hand entangled itself into her hair, grasping the thick locks tightly at the base of her neck. Holding her into place so she couldn't move away, Severus lowered his lips as he barely graced hers with a peck. Knowing full well she was a tease at times, she absolutely condemned Severus for his mischievous manner; the stoic expression across his face, the way he would gaze into Aurora's eyes as if mentally declaring he won.

"Aurora, I would proudly live my life if you were the only person who knew the truth."

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Spending the evening together, Aurora was comfortable to simply sit, relax and ready a book by Severus' fire; though she be content, the witch couldn't relax, her mind plagued with image after image of what Harry, Ron and Hermione were experiencing beneath the trapdoor within the 3rd Floor Corridor. The traps, enchantments and tests had all been explained by Albus when she was hired, so she knew the difficulty the three were to face, but questioned why it had to be them to traverse down the trapdoor to find the culprit? Regardless, Aurora discovered she was proud by their actions and knew from that moment, both Harry, Ron and Hermione would delve into further darkness and secrets, but knew their hearts were just and they would always prevail.

Her concerns were expressed later that evening when both she and Severus were immediately requested to meet Albus in his study.

The Headmaster explained the occurrence throughout the night, and stated that, though they did, indeed, disregard the school rules, identify the intended culprit wanting to steal the stone. Both Aurora and Severus weren't shocked when disclosed it had been Professor Quirrell, but the fact that it had been Lord Voldemort's spirit who had been, to some extent, controlling the professor throughout the year. Disbelief coursed through her body, and Aurora found herself questioning the survival of the Wizarding World, particularly, those who were of Half-Blood descent, but feared for individuals such as herself who were Muggleborn.

She and Severus spoke on the matter when they returned to his quarters, but though she was fearful, Aurora mainly feared for Severus' life, with his past as a Death Eater. Expressing these thoughts to him, Aurora knew this wouldn't be the end. Voldemort hadn't returned, but his spirit was out there, he existed, and as long as he prevailed, those within the Wizarding World would not know peace.

Several days later at the End of the Year Feast, Aurora and Severus occupied their normal seating, glancing at the students wearing their formal, black wizarding hats. As this was the last night of the school year, the last night at the castle, this was when the Headmaster would pronounce the winner of the House Cup. Slytherin had won for the last several years, but with the event of the last several days, Aurora suspected a change to occur.

And boy did she love to be right.

Minerva clinked her fork against the goblet, gaining the attention of the staff and the students. "Your attention please."

Standing, Albus greeted the students with a smile, as he'd always done. "Another year, gone. And now as I understand it, the House Cup needs awarding. And the points stand as thus: in fourth place, Gryffindor, with three-hundred and twelve points." Meager clapping echoed across the hall, and Aurora could see the disappointed look on Harry's face. She was aware he'd lost his house numerous points through the year, and the thought saddened the witch, but the point system was in place for a reason.

"Third place, Hufflepuff, with three-hundred and fifty-two points. Second place, Ravenclaw, with four-hundred and twenty-six points. And in first place, with four-hundred and seventy-two points, Slytherin House."

Cheering and loud hooting echoed from the Slytherin table against the side of the Great Hall as all the house students couldn't contain their excitement. Turning in her direction, Severus said, "That'll be fifty galleons."

Shaking her head, Aurora replied with, "Not yet."

"Yes, yes, well done Slytherin, well done Slytherin. However! Recent events must be taken into account, and I have a few, last minute points to award." Small conversation roamed through the Great Hall, both amongst the students and the staff. "To Miss Hermione Granger, for the cool use of intellect, when others were in grave peril – fifty points." Clapping throughout the Gryffindor table had Aurora clap underneath the staff table. Severus peered in her direction and she weakly smiled in return. She wasn't the one giving the points, but that didn't mean she couldn't support the house she was from.

"Second, to Mr. Ronald Wesley, for the best-played game of chess Hogwarts has seen these many years – fifty points. And third, to Mr. Harry Potter, for pure nerve and outstanding courage. I award Gryffindor House – sixty points." More cheering as the students realized their points were now tied with Slytherin. Shaking his head, the Potions Master couldn't believe what was happening, but as he switched gazes from Aurora to that of Minerva, he couldn't help feel pleased, knowing they were thrilled. To be fair, the male professor agreed with the choice Albus made – he, himself, was rather proud of Potter and his friends for what they did.

From personal experience, the professor knew courage was required in order to tackle the unknown, but to also make it out successful.

"And finally, it takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to your enemies, but a great deal more to stand up to your friends. I award ten points – to Neville Longbottom. Assuming my calculations are correct, I believe that a change of decoration, is in order!" Clapping his hands together before holding them, palms up, into the air, the drapes with the Slytherin House Crest blew in different directions until the coloring was replaced with the crest for the Gryffindor House. "Gryffindor wins, the House Cup!"

"YES!" Aurora and Hagrid yelled at the same time, each looking at the other and smiling, knowing that it was rude of them to do so, but neither caring altogether. Still shaking his head, Severus resumed his appearance of disapproval, but secretly, respected the decision Albus had granted.

One the last night of the school year, the Great Hall was bustling with excitement and cheer, for the Gryffindor House had won the House Cup for the first time in almost a decade. Aurora was beyond ecstatic the year was coming to an end, but at the same time, the witch had plans being put into motion the very next day. As she looked upon Severus, politely chatting with those next to him, her sorrow crept forth, her plans in perpetual motion would leave the man behind.

For now, though she planned to return, but that didn't stop the heartache wrenching from her eyes.

The feast had ended smoothly and Albus wished the students a good night, the last of the year; the students would then leave in the morning after their last breakfast in the Great Hall. One by one, each student left before the staff took their lead. Waiting until they were one of the last within the hall, Severus grasped Aurora's hand and pulled her through the wooden door behind them, the same door the man used the night of Halloween when he went to stop Professor Quirrell. As soon as it closed, the wizard pulled Aurora, leading her to a secret portrait which led them down directly into the dungeons, releasing them near Severus' quarters. Releasing an uncontrollable chuckle, the witch followed closely behind, not knowing what the Potions Master was thinking, or planning, for that matter. Once through his portrait, the man ushered Aurora to sit upon the couch as he moved to the kitchen, returning with shot glasses and a bottle of Fire Whiskey.

Chuckling as he poured, Aurora asked, "My, what's the occasion, Severus?"

Handing a glass to his companion, Severus assumed the position to her side, pouring the dark liquid into each glass. Raising it, the male professor said, "It's the end of the year and we survived. This is merely a toast to celebrating a summer without the dunderheads."

Snickering, Aurora held her glass high before admitting, "Alright, I'll drink to that." Clinking glasses, both professors tilted their heads back, the liquid burning against their throats, while putting their mind at ease. "Ahh," sighed Aurora, grabbing the bottle from the table and pouring another shot. As she finished the second, Severus interrupted her blank thoughts, his inquisitive nature coming forth.

"Aurora, what are your plans for the summer before next term."

Setting both glass and bottle onto the table, Aurora curled her legs underneath her body, crossing her arms in doing so. "I was…hoping you wouldn't bring that up."

Movement faltering as the glass touched his lips, Severus steadily drank the fiery liquid before placing his next to Aurora's. Grasping the bridge of his nose, the man couldn't tell what she meant by her words, nor was he ready to ask. Was there something he wasn't aware of? Had he done something? "Aurora…is something going on?"

"In the context of your statement? No, nothing is 'going on,' but… I won't be here for the summer." Turning her head away, this was a decision Aurora had made within the last few weeks, but wasn't sure how she needed to tell Severus, or if she even had to. She didn't know how the man would react and was nervous that he would be mad; the poor woman had never been in apposition such as this before.

"You're still going to teach next term, correct?"

Whipping her head to his side, she responded, "Huh?"

"You're leaving for the summer. Ok, but what about for next term? You plan on resuming to teach, correct?"

"Yes!" Jumping on the couch until facing Severus, Aurora grasped the arm of his frock. "I don't plan on leaving this profession, Severus! Why would you ask?"

Her words left a chuckle escape from his lips. This woman, she will never lose her beauty. "What you do with your summer is your decision. My only concern is for to remain a professor here."

"You mean…" Dropping her hands, Aurora shifted her head, wanting to ensure she heard Severus speak clearly. "You're not mad? That I didn't tell you about my summer plans…?"

Noticing the fear swirling within her eyes, Severus remembered the words Cassandra spoke of the night she passed. Her father made her feel that she never belonged, that her life would never belong. I remember the day she sent me a letter the day she had met you; it was the first time she had ever found a place where she was meant to be.

Is this where her fear stems from? Is she nervous of my reaction? My rejection? Or does she fear I'll punish her for making a decision without my input? Severus couldn't fathom the thoughts possibly coursing through Aurora's mind. Instead of speaking, the man reached over and pulled her smaller frame onto his lap, pulling her body close and holding her tight. "Aurora…though we may be together, you do not need my permission if there is something you're wanting to do. I do not control you, I am not your father."

Scrambling to pull away at the mention of her father, Aurora's voice was strained when she stated, "No! I just…I didn't know if you would be happy or upset with me leaving."

"But you're not leaving for good." Those words, such simple words were enough to ease her mind, pushing any and all anxiety away from her mind, to only focus on the moment. Severus' arms tightened around her lithe frame, hers wound themselves around his neck, pulling the man ever-so close.

"Severus…with my mother gone, my home…it doesn't feel the same. I need…I want some time away, out of the country."

"So take as much time as you need, last I checked, I'm not going anywhere."

Placing her forehead against his, she asked, "Promise…?"

"I promise, Aurora, because you're the only one who holds my heart in your hands." With lips needing to kiss, Severus leaned forward, Aurora meeting halfway as a simple peck turned into something much more, something deeper. Passion coursed through their veins, wanting to consume, to thrive, to feel and to love. Maneuvering her position, Aurora sprawled her legs and staddled the man's lap, her waist grinding into Severus as she moved t entangle her hands in his beautiful, black hair. Moaning due to her movements, Severus slowed their kiss, the unknown of where their passion would lead caused the professor to question what was next; Aurora followed his lead, her lips lessened, but the music echoing from her body didn't lesson the pleasure experienced from both sides.

Cupping her face, Severus traced her cheek, his fingers gracing her skin before tracing the length of her chin, down her neck until his calloused fingertips brushed her collarbone, eliciting a strangled cry from her bruised lips. Quickly removing her cloak, Severus flung the fabric away, his wandless magic soaring the fabric to hang upon the rack in the opposite corner. Lips trailing the path of his fingers, Severus dangerously slowed his movements, causing the woman in his lap to wriggle with annoyance and anticipation. Chuckling from her antics, the vibrations overwhelmed her skin as the Potions Master suckled the juncture of her neck and shoulder. Aurora moved her head, granting the man further access to skin coverage, allowing both to grunt as sensation after sensation poured from their bodies.

Lips upon her neck, the professor's hands traveled moved back before sauntering towards her behind, cupping the mass of flesh in to both his hands, pulling her lower region forward. Gasping, Aurora swiveled around to stare at his hands on her ass, smiling as she glared in his direction. "Severus!"

"Yes…?" Moving his hands, the man in question skillfully removed the boots from her feet, clanking to the floor as they fell.

"Oh Severus…"

"My darling, there's a question within your words." Nipping her skin from neck to jawline, the Potions Master moved his hands once more, traveling up her tight-covered calves, lackadaisically drew the skirt of her dress upwards, hopefully conveying the meaning behind his actions. "All you must do is ask," his devilishly low voice seeped into her bones.

Gasping for air, the room filled with an inescapable heat, Aurora was able to gradually mutter, "We…this is…Severus, we've never…"

"Spit it out," he demanded delicately.

"Severus if we continue…it'll lead into something…something I've never done before."

Noticing the blush spread from her cheeks to her neck, Severus removed the current position of his hands and cupped her face once more. The overwhelming effect of hormones raging his body, momentarily forgetting he was not the only one experiencing the same pleasure. "I would never do something you are not comfortable with, Aurora. Though my actions may seem confident, I'm…in the same situation as you. You are the only woman I've ever been with Aurora." Tightening his grip, the man pulled her face closer, breaths mingling once again. "You're the only one I ever want to be with."

Gulping at his words, the witch knew it was now or never. Taking a deep breath, she reacted quickly, both wanting and not wanting the next moment to occur. "No one's ever seen my body, Severus. My father…he left, he left several scars that are mortifying to me. I've always been scared of another man touching them." Noticing the uneasiness behind his eyes, Aurora swiftly moved several strands of hair away from his beautiful, obsidian eyes. "You're different, Severus. I don't have that fear when I'm with you, but that doesn't simply take away the distress that has grown with me over the years. I know you would never hurt me, just as you know I'm not like Tobias…" Severus flinched at the mention of his father's name; grasping the edge of his chin, she pulled his attention to face her once more, whispering her words of comfort, and love. "I would never hurt you."

Without hesitation, Severus stood, his hands tightly grasping her hips, holding her in place and Aurora seized onto his neck. Walking around the furniture to his bedroom, Severus spoke, his eyes never once leaving hers. "No other individual has seen me either, Aurora. But as I swore on New Year's Eve, I want this relationship to grow…all I want is to finally give the love you deserve." Gently placing Aurora down onto the edge of the bed, Severus knelt, clasping his hands around hers upon her lap. "If you'll allow me, all I want for this night, our last night before you leave for summer, is to love you. Let me show you what I cannot say; if anything becomes too troubling, we'll stop. You have the power over me, Aurora-Nyx."

Crystalline tears pooled in the edge of her vision, several gaining the courage to fall as she vigorously nodded, the strength of her love for Severus Snape granting her the courage to accept and return his physical affection. "Love me, Severus Snape, and I'll love you."

Since the beginning of their relationship a few months prior, a true, warm smile graced Severus' features as he clutched her shoulders, bringing the woman closer to his face until their lips touched. Kissing her lips, Severus planted his hands upon her dress, eagerly moving underneath, tracing the lining of her tights until he reached to top of each stocking near the apex of her thighs. Breath quickening, Aurora pulled back and watch as the Potions Master pulled each stocking down the length of her sculpted leg. It was a stunning sight to behold; one watched as pleasure was given, while the other witness their pleasure being received.

With both stockings thrown behind, Severus pulled Aurora to her feet and reached for the zipper at the back of the dress. Anticipation gnawed at her stomach, but Aurora trusted Severus. Turning around, she moved her hair as the man lowered the metal trinket, fabric opening to reveal a black bra underneath, but before he could drop her dress, Aurora confronted him up front, molding the dress against her body so it wouldn't fall.

Her hesitancy caused Severus to worry with concern. "Aurora, we can stop, I will not force…"

"N-No, it's not that. Just promise you'll love me, that's all I ask." And as her last word left her lips, Aurora sucked in a deep breath and dropped the fabric to the floor, pooling around her bare feet against the stone flooring. Instantly noticing the scars she mentioned earlier, Severus fell to his knees, lips meeting the discolored mark against her skin. There were several noticeable marks, but the most prominent were three, thick blemishes; profuse, hot-white scars, jaggedly etched from mid-waist, across her stomach and down to the opposite hip; tracing each line, Severus secretly vowed to reverse these marks, as if they never existed. The man wouldn't ask unless the woman was ready to tell, but from he could see, Severus was fairly certain this particular wound was from a broken beer bottle. There were other marks across her body, but the man knew she had traveled far and wide within the last ten years, not every single one derived from her father.

Holding her hips, Severus stared upwards into her eyes, Aurora's cheeks bleeding with embarrassment as she crossed her arms over her chest. Standing, the man reached behind and all but tore off her bra, leaving the woman in nothing but her black undies. She attempted to hide herself once more, but Severus would not have it; grasping her hands, Severus held them down as he starred into her eyes. "Don't hide yourself from me Aurora. You are…the most beautiful woman I have ever seen."

Nodding her head, Aurora back towards the bed and crawled backwards towards the headboard, watching Severus as he loosened the buttons of his frock. Once above her, Severus attached his lips to her neck again, as Aurora's hands fiddled with the numerous, and annoying, buttons of his frock. Once done, with the assistance of nonverbal magic, Severus shrugged the garment off and tossed it behind him, giving no tolerance to where it landed. Removing his white undershirt, Severus gazed upon Aurora's beauty who lay beneath him, chest rising up and down as she squirmed, wanting to feel more, need to touch more. Aurora's eyes widened when she noticed the blemishes and scars he had mentioned earlier as well. Pulling the man closer, she outlined each mark she could see, watching Severus' expression as she did so, when suddenly, his soft tone pranced through her ears.

"Aurora, do you trust me…?"

Smiling, she nodded willingly, exclaiming, "With my life, Severus."

Smirking with pride, the man traveled down the length of her body, casting his lips upon her skin in a ghostly manner, earning a grunt and a frustrated whimper here and there. Upon meeting the last layer of her clothing, the Potions Master quickly peeled the garment down her legs, removing the cloth for Severus to finally see his lover in all her beautiful glory. Grasping one leg, Severus nibbled his way north, gradually making his way towards the apex of her thighs before coming face-to-face with the brunette curls. The man could hear the woman calling his name in a breathy manner, but he paid her no head. Lowering his lips, the man gently kissed her pleasure pearl, eliciting a soft scream from Aurora, whose hands reached for Severus' hair to pull the man away.

But Severus was not ready to leave.

The man internally agreed to take his time when he would love her, but for the first part of the course, Severus would push Aurora to the brink of destruction, only to bring her back in a strangled cry of over-intensified pleasure.

Mouth circling her clit, Severus sucked the nub, gently pulling with his teeth then lapping the enlarged bulge with his tongue, though the man noticed she twisted and moaned the loudest as he grazed with his tongue slowly. Knowing it never took Aurora long to find release, Severus took his time to bring Aurora close to the edge of ecstasy before slowing down, then bringing her back. His tongue licked and prodded, while the man inserted his middle finger, pushing into the velvetiness that was the depth of her womanhood.

"Sev…Severus…oh, I don't think…Severus!"

"Let go," Severus demanded. Fingering her soaking hole faster, the wizard could feel her insides quivering, the tell-tale sign of her near release. Arching her back, Aurora could do nothing but tighten her grip on the man's hair, pulling in pleasure, grunting in desire. The sensation was too new. Severus had fingered her numerous times, but with the addition of his tongue AND finger? The woman could no longer hold it in. In a demanding voice, Severus bellowed, "Let go!"

And that she did, into a million fragments, her orgasm causing the woman to scream, her head thrashing into the pillow, hips jerking as she rode the intensified lust. But her end did not halt the Potion Master's actions; holding her hips in place, the professor dove straight back into her soaking womanhood, tongue thrashing against the pulsating clit. Aurora screamed and thrashed more, but the uncanny strength Severus held was too much for the overstimulated body of Aurora. Words could not be formed from her lips, as her voice only produced screams, grunts, and hisses, as pain mixed with pleasure; but within several minutes, if that, Aurora was screaming to the heavens once more as she rode her second orgasm through the night. Her climax left the witch gasping for breath as her body fell against the mattress, limbs limp as she watched Severus stand next to the bed as he removed the rest of his clothing.

Widening eyes, Aurora could not believe the size he held; she'd heard stories from friends and had read on her own, but seeing a male's penis for the first time in "real life" was way different than reading it front a book. Gulping, Aurora looked away, not know how Severus was going to even fit inside her. Resuming his position on the bed, Severus gently pried Aurora's legs apart until he rested his elbows against the mattress, hand gracing her face, thumb softly stroking her skin, washing away her fears in hopes that this, too, would be a pleasurable moment for the both of them.

"Aurora…I cannot promise there won't be pain…"

"I know, Severus." Grasping his shoulders, she readily lifted her legs, the wizard grasping one as he aligned himself near her entrance, all the while watching her expression. "I need this…please…"

Leaning down to kiss her luscious lips, Severus directed himself and pushed forward, his head stretching the outer muscles of her vagina, allowing entrance. Hissing, Aurora leaned her head against the pillow, the stinging of her muscles stretched was unexpected, despite knowing what was to occur. Severus froze each time he noticed her discomfort and would only resume once she nodded her head. It was several minutes later before the Potions Master was fully sheathed within the witch, and once so, both male and female exhaled. It took no time at all for Aurora to wiggle her hips and lurch forward, needing her wizard to thrust deep inside, the thickness of his cock to pulse against her inner muscles.

Taking heed, Severus gradually increased his speed, knowing Aurora was still adjusting to the phenomenon, but when she begged for more, the wizard released his inner beast, grasping her waist and pulling her closer as he thrusted inside. The movement had Severus on edge, heart nearly pulsating out of his chest, a sudden desire for a new position ripped at Severus, but the man wanted this for Aurora and wouldn't fall into his desires unless she stated so as well.

Bed creaking, skin slapping against skin, Aurora tightly held Severus against her chest, the thrusting of his cock increasing the tension of her nether regions – the oncoming of a third orgasm was soon to take heed. Breathing sharply, Aurora called her lover's name into the air, as Severus did the same, their end approaching at a fast pace. Remembering the dream Aurora experienced several months ago, Severus pulled one beautiful leg over his shoulder and tightly grasped the thigh of the other, his hips plunging into her heat.

Squealing, Aurora instantly loved this new position, memorizing to request it for the next time they were together intimately. Panting, Aurora opened her eyes to see strands of black hair sticking to Severus' face, his dark, obsidian eyes hooded with lust, staring down at her form, breasts bouncing with each thrust, mouth open in a silent roar of ecstasy.

"Severus, please…I'm so close…!" Thrusting harder, faster, the professor tightened his grip and leaned forward to change his angle slightly.

"Cum with me, Aurora-Nyx. Allow me to feel your pulse, to feel your juices; I want to hear you resonate your pleasure. Cum, now!"

Arching, she followed his demand perfectly. "Severus!"

Muscles contracting, Aurora's womanhood pulsed, tightening and restricting further movements from Severus, but no more was needed. As she tightened around him, Severus roared, hips spasming as he released his seed deep inside, her womanhood accepting each thrust, swallowing each load of semen. Muscles spasming within both partners, Severus fell upon his elbows, staring into the most beautiful set of blue eyes he'd ever seen. Both faces dripped with trails of sweat, and Severus wiped away strands of hair as Aurora gazed loving into his eyes. Several moments passed before the wizard deemed it was appropriate to remove himself from his lustrous, yet soaking, cavern of warmth; though he had diminished in size, Severus gently pulled his cock out, watching Aurora as she squirmed, but didn't protest. Falling to her side, the male pulled his female closer, still desiring direct, physical contact.

"I…I didn't hurt you, did I?"

Shaking her head, Aurora curled into his chest, her finger tracing random designs over his ever-beating heart. "Whatever pains existed were caused by my inexperience; the end pleasure as a result overpowered any pain." Releasing the tension as he exhaled, Severus wrapped his arms around her, thoroughly joyful to have a woman by his side, but not just any woman.

The woman in question was Aurora-Nyx Warrington. His colleague, confidant, lover, partner, girlfriend, but most importantly, the only person in Severus' life who held empathy for his past, for she, too, had experienced the same turmoil as he.

"Aurora-Nyx…I will never, ever stop loving you." Though the woman was on the verge of sleep, she peered her eyes through thick lashes, a goofy smile, induced by pleasure, formed upon her lips. "Don't ever leave me; whatever I did to deserve you…just, don't leave."

Snuggling closer as Severus pulled the thick comforter over their drenched, yet ever-growing cold, bodies, Aurora kissed his chest, directly over his heart. "You deserve my love because you allowed me to love you…Severus…I…love…" But the poor woman's eyes fell shut as slumber overcame her sense. Kissing her brow, the wizard knew her ending statement, but her words questioned his position.

What did I do to deserve her love…?

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Tada! I'm hoping everyone enjoyed, this chapter was interesting to write. I'm curious to hear what some people are thinking will happen in future chapters. Comment, PM, but let me know!

See you next time lovelies!

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