Hogwarts secrets chapter 4
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*WARNINGS- Age Gap, NSFW, angst, male teacher with underage female student, mentions of abuse, rough sex, degradation, underage sex, female orgasm, oral sex, unprotected sex, various kinks, body image issues, depression, mentions of self-harm.
Paring: Severus Snape X Female Student
*Minors Do Not Engage*
Word count: 6k
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Severus continues to hold me until I stop shaking, when it seems like I can function like a semi-normal human being again he walks me into his private chambers and immediately into the bathroom. “Get cleaned, I will have a house elf fetch you a spare set of clothes. Take your time Emma, everything will be waiting for you when you are ready.” He says then leaves me. I strip off all my clothes and put them in the sink. The tear in my dress is staring up at me as if it is taunting me, I whisper the fire spell and let the clothes burn to ash. I leave the remains in the sink and jump into the steaming water. The heat burns against my sensitive skin, I take a wash rag and scrub away the feeling of another man's hands on me. I am red and raw when I finally exit the shower. I don’t see a new set of clothes so I wrap a towel around myself and peek my head out into the room. Severus is there talking with Moxxie.
“And how is it you know Miss Gingerroot's favorite tea?” Severus asks, he sounds skeptical. Moxie just looks up to him with a genuine smile on his face.
“Mistress Emma and Moxxie are friends,” Moxxie says with all the confidence in the world. “Moxxie must go now, he has other tasks that must be done, please tell Mistress Emma that we’s hope she feels better.” With that, he snaps his fingers and is gone. Severus shakes his head and turns with my spare clothes and a cup of tea. He notices me peeking out of his bathroom in just a towel and quickly schools his expression.
“Miss Gingerroot, you spare clothes and tea. As I’m sure you heard, Moxxie the house elf sends his best wishes.” He holds out my clothes, I take them and rush back into the bathroom to change. Moxxie is a dream, he brought me my favorite pair of pajama shorts and Cedric's old quidditch jersey. He gave it to me last year when we gave dating a try. I wasn’t in the best place and we ended things almost as soon as they started, but I got his jersey out of it. It is about two sizes too big for me but it is soft and brings me comfort which is all I care about at this time. I change only then realizing there isn’t any new underwear, which makes me wish I hadn’t just incinerated the pair I had been wearing. I put the shorts on anyway and take a look at myself in the mirror. I look like a wreck, my face is red and my bloodshot eyes only add to the effect. I look shorter than I am in Cedric's jersey, it hangs just barely past the shorts I wear. I contemplate tucking the front of the jersey into my shorts so they are visible but decide that it is too much work and meekly walk out of the bathroom. Severus hands me the cup of tea and I finally smile. Moxxie found my favorite mug. It is black and purple with the words ``Zombie Brew” scrawled on the side. Severus looks at the mug as I take a sip but he doesn’t say anything.
“How are you feeling?” he asks. I sigh, My skin is throbbing from all the scrubbing I did, but I am doing better than before.
“Not good, but better. Sorry about your sink.” I say not looking at him, his gaze burns into me.
“What happened to my sink?”
“I burned my clothes in it, so there are a few scorch marks. Sorry.” I told him. Severus sighs but doesn’t act angry.
“I wish you would have told me you wanted to get rid of them. I could have tossed them or thrown them in the pit if you were so adamant they would be burned, but it’s ok.” he motions me to his couch. “Please sit, I still have some cleaning to do before I can host detention tomorrow.” I sit, after everything I feel like I might have overreacted, and apologize again, my voice is so small and quiet I’m surprised he can even hear me. Severus stops and comes to kneel in front of me.
“Miss GingerRoot, you have nothing to apologize about. What happened was not and will never be your fault. You had every right to respond as you did, you would have had the right to act in any way you needed, I will never be angry at you for coping.” He holds a hand out, I let go of my mug and place one slightly warm hand in his. He squeezes my hand before letting go and standing to clean the classroom. I still feel a bit guilty, but his words have soothed me enough so it is not eating at me.
I finish my tea just before Severus re-enters his chambers. I have to ask him a question but I am worried about what he will think and say. The thought of being alone in a room full of people who don’t understand makes my heart race and my breath come out short. Severus places a new bottle of Peace in front of me, I look at him.
“It is not your recipe, but it will still help. Drink it and say what you want to say, if you need me just holler.” He says, then goes into his bathroom, probably to clean his sink and get ready for bed. I drink the potion and grimace, that does have just a terrible flavor. The brew starts working immediately, I am feeling calmer and sleep is trying to pull me under. When Severus returns I ask him.
“Can I stay here tonight?” I blurt out in a whisper. I’m embarrassed that I need an adult close to feel safe to sleep, it makes me feel like a small child when I had a nightmare and ran to my mom's room. Severus is silent but he doesn’t stop moving around the room, he goes into a linen closet and pulls out a set of pillows and a blanket.
“Even if you had wanted to return to your dorm I would have insisted you stay, I do not feel comfortable with you alone tonight. You may have the couch, if you do not like it I can adjust it to be more comfortable but it would not be appropriate to have a student sleep in my bed. No matter how scared they may be or how worried I may be for them.” He hands me the blanket and pillows. “Have a good night Miss Gingerroot.”
“What happened to calling me Emma?” I ask taking the things he hands me.
“I didn’t want to assume you would be alright with me calling you by your name when that man,” He pauses as he clutches his hands into fists.
“He called me ‘Emmera’, my aunt calls me that. I don’t mind if you want to call me Emma, I would prefer it.” I cover my blush with the pillows. He clears his throat.
“Alright, sleep well Emma,” he says and waves his wand to extinguish the lights in the room.
“Goodnight, Professor Snape,” I say and set up the couch for me to sleep. I don’t sleep for long, at least it doesn’t feel long. I dream of Alfred, his hands are on me again but he isn’t the only one, other men are there. They grab me and pull me in every direction, I tell them to stop, and I shout at them. More hands touch me, I can’t pull away, and I start to call for help. Anyone, someone please help me. I hear Alfred's laugh as his hands travel up and down my body, I scream for him to stop and for anyone to come save me. I am pulled from my nightmare by a stern voice and hands shaking me. I open my eyes but all I can see is Alfred, my arms fling out wildly trying to get as far away from him as I can. He grabs my hands before I can hit him but instead of Alfred's voice, I hear Severus. He is calling my name and telling me to wake up. I stop fighting long enough for the vision of Alfred to vanish and Severus is kneeling next to the couch, he grips my wrists but lets go as soon as I stop trying to hit him.
I thought I was done crying, I was wrong. I curl into a ball on the couch and cry into my arms. A weight settles on the couch next to me, I fling myself into Severus’s side and he slowly wraps an arm around me. He lets me cry. I am so tired of crying.
“Hush now, love, it’s okay. He can’t get you, you are safe.” Severus whispers calming and reassuring words as I come down from my panic. I shake in his arms, my whole body shivers as if I am in the Arctic. I can feel a few phantom hands on me, every time I feel them I jerk to get them off. I don’t know how long I shake and flinch in Severus’s arms but eventually, his familiar scent lulls me back to sleep. I don’t dream after that, not really. Memories fill my head as I sleep keeping the bad dreams away. Memories of sitting in the library with Cedric, Tamsin Applebee, and Patrick Bagby as I tutored them in Potions or Herbology. Spending hours in the greenhouses with bare hands repotting plants or watering the soil. Sitting in class listening to Severus explain potions and proper safety, remembering him walking around the room peering over students' shoulders, and checking their work. How he got so close to me one day I could smell Lacewing Flies on him. That memory is so strong the scent follows me into the waking world.
I am in a comfortable bed, it doesn’t feel like my bed at Hogwarts or my aunt's house, but it is comfortable and there is weight next to me. I turn to face the weight, it is a person, I must have crawled into bed with my mother again. The dream scared me so much I know but when I try to think about it I can’t recall what the nightmare had been about. I curl into my mother's side, she is snoring slightly but she puts an arm over my body and pulls me closer to her. I take a deep breath in and Smell Lacewing Flies and Wolfsbane before I drift back to sleep.
When I wake again I am not on the couch like I remember, instead, I am in a queen-sized bed with black curtains around the banister and dark blue satin sheets. I look around the room in confusion until it all comes rushing back to me. Yesterday. Yesterday had been one of the worst days of my life, and I have had a lot of terrible days. I remember running to Severus, like a coward. I needed him there to stand up to my attacker, I should have never gone to Severus, not after everything. What was I thinking?
I remember crying a lot, then screaming and throwing things, and then even more crying. I remember my reaction to the dress I wore and how I burned it in the bathroom sink, Severus's bathroom sink.
“Dear, Merlin,” I mumble to myself trying to skip past all the embarrassing parts and remember how I ended up in this bed. I remember going to sleep on Severus's couch, I remember having a bad dream and him comforting me and something else. There is something else I can just barely remember, a memory still but a much farther distant one. I collapse back onto the bed stretching out until I take up over half the mattress. I shiver from the lack of heat in the dungeons, I wrap the black and blue comforter over my body and curl into a ball on my side. I remember curling up next to my mother when I was younger, sneaking from my warm, haunted room to her cool comforting embrace. Her hands were always cold, and mine were always too warm, while I would sweat and complain about how hot everything was she would glide over to my side and kiss my forehead passing some of her chill to me.
I remember curling into something last night, finding a cool weight next to me in bed, and thinking it was my mother. I sit up out of the covers and take a proper look around the room, I am in Professor Snape's private quarters. I must have crawled into his bed last night when I was remembering my mother. I clung to him as I cried all evening and then when he was going to get rest by being far away from me I still managed to cling to him in my sleep. He even commented how inappropriate it would be to have a student in his bed, and I blatantly crossed that line.
“Oh, shit,” I whisper, hoping Severus isn't still around and that I can slip away back to the Hufflepuff Dorm without being noticed.
“Language,” Is the solo response I get from the connected potions room. My whole body stiffens and locks up. I don’t move and I hardly breathe, I hope that he is talking to someone else and I can sneak away unnoticed or at least without a confrontation.
“Come out dear girl, there is breakfast and coffee.” A second voice says welcoming me to my inevitable expulsion from Hogwarts. Still stiff and slow I crawl out of the covers and walk into the adjoining potions room. Only now do I realize how inappropriate I must look, in a pair of baggy shorts and an oversized jersey that covers those shorts almost completely. I enter Professor Snape's private potions room, he uses it for special classes or advanced studies, mostly though it is where he brews a lot of his own potions. In this room, Professor Snape sits behind his desk, hands folded in front of his face as he rests his elbows on the desk. Professor Dumbledore however is standing next to the desk on the far side from where I currently stand. “Sit down Miss Gingerroot. Severus told me everything.”
My eyes zero in on Severus, I can't help but feel an overwhelming betrayal. I never asked him to keep everything a secret, he even said he would help me but yet, I feel betrayed. I never want anyone to see me like that ever again, the fact that it happened last night is embarrassing. If Professor Dumbledore knows well then the whole wizarding world knows. The Daily Prophet will get a hold of the news and run my name through the mud. Not only did I unwillingly mingle with a member of the Croutch family I immediately jumped into bed with a Hogwarts professor. I don't even know what I want to do for a career but I do know that I will never get that job now. Everything is a mess, this never would have happened if I had stood up to my aunt, never. If I had told her years ago that I would not be her toy then maybe I would be a happier student, a better friend, a successful witch ready to start something in her life.
“No,” My voice is shaky and hoarse, “I would like to stand for this if that is alright.” I don’t look at the two adults staring at me.
“What do you mean?” Severus asks, straightening in his seat to get a better look at my hunched figure.
“My expulsion,” I say ready for them both to remember why they are here and my actions from yesterday and over the summer. If Severus told Dumbledor everything then he must have told him about our… What do you even call what we did? We made out and there was some light groping, that doesn’t count as a hook-up, does it? Not to mention I just walked out of my professor's private chambers in my pajamas having just spent the night in his bed, with him. Merlin, what am I going to do?
“Oh, child, you are not being expelled.” Professor Dumbledore says. I jerk my head up to look at him. “You were assaulted and you went to a teacher for help. That is exactly what you should have done, the destruction of school property is only what can be expected from someone in your situation.” He says stepping closer to me, he reaches his hand up slowly but I flinch away and he immediately drops his hand. “I have alerted the ministry as to the events of yesterday and the living situation you are in. I am positive they will be able to work something out so you will not have to return to your aunt's care over the summer. We have also alerted all the staff that she is no longer welcome on the grounds under any circumstances. You will not have to deal with her ever again if you don’t want to. You are safe at Hogwarts.”
Dumbfounded, I am unable to keep my legs standing so I walk past my headmaster and plop down into the waiting seat. Severus passes me a calming drought and I down it in one giant gulp. The effects start immediately and I can process the words said to me. “I never have to see her again?” I whisper still not fully believing the amazing news.
“Never,” Severus says. I want to cry, but I can’t, I am all teared out.
“I will leave you two alone, Severus can answer any questions you may have. I wish you luck, Miss GingerRoot.” Dumbledore gives a small bow and then leaves the room shutting the door behind him. I look at Severus, he looks at me.
“So, you didn’t tell him everything,” I say. It has been worrying me since Dumbledore first spoke. Severus looks guilty for his part.
“No, you said we should forget it,”
“I don’t want to forget.” I interrupted him. My blush covers a good half of my face. He continues to look at me, now he is both shocked and confused. I owe it to him to tell him the truth, after everything he has done for me. “I don’t want to forget,” I say again.
“I- um, I have had this massive crush on you for almost two years now. I thought my attraction to you was because you were my favorite teacher who taught my favorite class, but it’s not. It’s more. When I saw you at the party, even though I voiced otherwise I hoped you were invited. If you were interested in me, then I could convince my aunt to betroth me to you. I know how crazy that plan was now, I mostly just wanted out and to see if you liked me the way I like you.” I mumble but he can hear me clearly since there is no other sound in the castle except for the light crackling of the fire.
“You know how I feel about you.” He says, but I slam my fist on the table.
“I don’t,” I shout, “We were both drunk and I was not exactly dressed modestly. You could have been acting that way because it was the situation we were in. I let my desire control me and I have no idea what was controlling you, but I can make a few good guesses.” I glare at him, my eyes sting with the tears they can’t shed. “I took advantage of you, I’m just as Slu-”
It is Severus’s turn to slam his hands on the table as he abruptly stands and walks around the table. His hands are in fists and shaking as they approach me. I cower away from him but he grabs my hands and pulls me to my feet, he places his hands on my shoulders and shakes me slightly. “Never, I mean Never, call yourself that. Never think you took advantage of me because I am not as innocent as you want to think. I had to use every ounce of control I had to not kiss and have you on that couch as soon as you sat next to me.” My eyes meet his and I can see the heat behind his eyes. “I have desired you too. If not for what just happened to you, I would gladly take you back to my bed and show you how much I desire you. Teacher- Student relationship be damned.” He says as his hands slip from my shoulders to hold my hands.
“Please do,” I gasp out, finally finding my breath after his declaration. He brings my hands to his face and kisses my palms.
“Think about what you are asking, You are still a minor and you had a traumatic experience yesterday. Are you still sure?” He asks as he is almost vibrating with anticipation.
“I will turn 17 in three weeks, and I was molested by a creep. I feel the safest I have ever been with you.” Then I say the one thing I believe will convince him. “I can still feel his hands on me. Please make me forget them. Please.” I beg and that puts him over the edge. He pulls me by my hands towards his bedroom and closes the door behind us. Once the door is shut he spins and pulls me into a deep kiss, his tongue tangling with mine immediately as we both breathe deeply. His hands are on my back and mine wrap around his neck to tangle with his long hair, he lets out that low satisfying growl.
“Mine,” He growled, reaching for the hem of my shirt and tearing it up and off my form. His movements were so fast I barely had time to protest. “Never wear something of another man while you are mine.” He says and attacks my breasts with his mouth. He harshly sucks on them and pinches my nipples between his fingers making me arch my back. I start to tear at his cloak and shirt while he walks us to the bed, I have him almost bare-chested when he drops me onto the soft mattress and finishes taking his shirt off. I have a moment to admire his chest, long but toned, with not an abundance of muscle but enough to lift me off my feet without any issue. Then he is back to suckling on my breasts, he latches onto one nipple while he ruffly plays and massages the other.
He pinches my nipple and I have to hold back my moan, I cover my mouth with one hand while the other bunches in the sheets underneath me. He detaches from my breast and glares at me, I want to cover myself believing I have done something wrong but he grabs both my wrists and pins them above my head. “I want to hear you scream my name.” He demands. I wiggle trying to relieve some of the pressure that has built up in his display of dominance.
“Someone will hear,” I say, looking at the closed door. He waves his hand at the door and walls around us, then slaps my tender breast, the one he had been sucking on. I yelp in pain and pleasure as the shock electrifies my lower region in a way I have never felt before.
“There we go, no one but me will hear your sounds.” He goes back to sucking my breasts, his free hand massaging the one his mouth can't attend to as he still holds my hands above us. I let out a quiet moan, still not able to let myself believe just yet. He growls over my chest making it vibrate, he lets go of my nipple in his mouth to kiss the sides. Letting go of my hands to play with my nipples he gives a soft nip of my skin then licks and sucks the mark, replacing the stinging with a dull throb. When he is satisfied he works his way down my chest and stomach, his fingers dragging on my skin leaving red claw marks covering my torso until he gets to the waistband of my shorts.
I watch him as he pulls my shorts down and sees the lack of panties, he stares for a moment before meeting my eyes. He looks like a man who has discovered the greatest treasure in the whole world.
“If I had known this was what was waiting for me, I may have just taken you when you came to my bed.” He grins, continuing to pull my shorts down without breaking eye contact then tosses them somewhere behind him. He ends up between my knees. Instead of racing back up my legs to where he wants to be, he takes his time and peppers kisses along my thighs. I look to the side, unable to watch this man look at me the way he is. He bites my inner thigh and I jolt looking down at him again, his cheek is rubbing against my skin and his hands are caressing my legs so gently. If I try to look away he bites me again causing me to jolt and look at him. He wants me to watch him, wants me to watch as this man worships my body in a way I never could have imagined.
He reaches his destination but pauses just looking at my most vulnerable spot, He takes in a long breath and then lets it out in a sigh. My legs tremble from the heat of his breath.
“Why so eager?” He asks looking back up at me. I cover my face as the embarrassment blooms across my cheeks.
“Your breath, I can feel it on my,” I trail off, not able to say the words. Oh, Merlin, I must seem like such a child to him. He groans then continues to take deep breaths and let them out in hot sighs causing my legs to tremble more. I want to tell him to stop teasing me when I feel his wet hot tongue glide up my folds and press harshly against my clit. My moan is loud, too loud. I try to control my volume again but his tongue presses against my clit once more and all thoughts of controlling my voice die with the sensations that spread through my body.
I clench my hands in his hair pulling him closer to me as he enjoys the scent and taste of me. I don’t know what he is doing, all I know is that I never knew pleasure like this existed until now. I feel a tightening in my stomach, this feeling is familiar.
“Sev, oh gods,” I moan as he pushes one finger inside me and begins to thrust it in and out hitting a spot that makes my vision blur. “Severus, I’m going to,” He hits that same spot again and my words are drowned by my moan. Stars begin to dance in my vision as my relief reaches its peak. He thrusts a second finger into me and I hit my climax. I cum on his fingers, and his tongue works to catch everything I let out.
He doesn’t stop moving his fingers as I come down from my high, but he does come up to kiss me deeply. This must be what I taste like, it is strange to be tasting myself but not unpleasant.
“Green means you want to continue, Yellow means you want me to slow down, and red means I need to stop. Where are you at?” He asks, my mind is hazy but I understand his primary message.
“Green,” I whisper. He pulls his fingers out and I whine at the loss of his touch completely. I sit up in bed but stop the protest on my lips when I see him undressing the rest of the way. He pulls his trousers and briefs off in a single motion then tosses them to the side like he did all the other garments. I see him in his entirety and my fantasies were not even close, he is so much bigger than I imagined.
“You have thought about this then?” he asks with a smug grin. I realize I said the last part out loud, too embarrassed to speak. I just nod. He moves close and spreads my legs wider for him to stand comfortably between them, then leans in close his breath on my ear. “Tell me your fantasies.” I shiver. He pushes me back down and begins lubing up his cock in my excitement, his firm body holding me in place and my head trapped between his arms.
I take one of his hands and place it slowly over my neck, he looks surprised at first but then grins. His fingers wrap around my neck cutting off my airflow, not enough to hurt but enough so that breathing is difficult. “Green?” he asks, using his free hand to position himself. I nod and he slides his cock into me slowly, agonizingly slowly, but I am grateful. I have never taken a cock this large before so his slow descent into my cunt is filled more with pleasure rather than pain. Once he has buried himself as far as he can he takes a moment to adjust to my tightness, I can feel my inner walls squeezing against him.
There is so much heat, every inch of me feels hot and sweaty and my strained breathing comes out in gasps. He begins a slow and shallow thrusting, my hands that had been clenching the sheets wrap around him to steady myself against his movement. He doesn’t stay slow for long. Soon, he speeds up causing me to rake my fingers across his back, his moans combine with my increasing volume.
I can feel everything about him. He is so tight inside me, I can feel the large vein under his cock as it rubs against a spot that has me babbling. His tip hits deep within to places I didn’t know were possible to reach, every time his tip hits that spot it sends a wave of relief and pain. As if he was massaging a knot in my core. So many sensations overwhelm me, pain and pleasure mixed with the sounds around us. His moans and my cries create an erotic playlist as he hurriedly moves inside me. I can feel the heat building in my stomach again, my walls constrict around him causing Severus to groan. I can’t help it and pull myself up to swallow his groan. He forces me back on the bed with his hand around my throat but he follows never breaking the kiss.
“H-harder.” I gasp removing a hand from his back to the hand he has on my neck. I want him to squeeze harder and I want him to pound into my cunt.
“I’m close,” He whispers against my lips. I nod telling him I'm close too, he just needs to send me over that hill. He releases my neck long enough to grab my legs and push them forward. With my knees near my head and my feet up in the air, I struggle at first. If I look down at the point where we connect I am blocked by my stomach and the rolls that form. Severus follows my gaze, he sees the rolls of fat too, I must look gross.
"All this, just for me," He says instead, running his hand along the skin of my calf and kissing the inside of my leg. I want to cry from all the new feelings and sensations cracking through me. Sevrus cups my cheek holding me steady before slipping his hand down to wrap around my neck again. His grip tightens and I feel him start to thrust again.
He slows his speed but makes up for it by hitting that spot deep within me every time. I want him even closer, I wrap my legs around his neck. The slight change in our position allows him to hit a new place, and the weight of him on top of me pushes my walls. His cock begins to rub against my G-spot. I have felt this pleasure once before and only for a moment, I need him to know how good it feels.
“Yes, R-right there. Right there.” My eyes roll back into my skull, my fingers scrape against his skin leaving red lines. His grip on my throat tightens and his growling becomes primal grunts.
"Sev-rus," I say, gasping every time he dots my vision with the amount of stimulation. The sounds of our bodies slapping together mix into our erotic playlist of grunts, moans, and cries of each other's names.
“Cum for me, Emma,” he whispers against my ear, that is the last bit I needed to hit my peek. I scream his name as my vision goes white and my body trembles, my walls tighten around him as he continues to thrust deep, and my fingers dig deeper into his skin causing droplets of blood to form. “Fuck,” Severus curses as he feels me clench around his cock.
I come down from my high, but my body is still trembling from the force of my orgasm. Severus pulls out letting my legs fall to his sides. He starts to pump his cock with his free hand, he hasn’t cum yet. I tap the hand he still has around my throat, it’s starting to hurt now and I need to be able to move for what I have in mind. He releases me allowing me to sit up and slide off the bed as he stands. His face looks pained from holding back his own release.
I place one hand on his cock following his movements running up and down the length. He looks down at me seeing me ready to help him hit his peek just like he did for me. He removes his hand but still needs something to hold onto so he leans over me to prop himself up on the bed. I pick up speed moving quickly up and down, rubbing my thumb over the tip.
“Color?” I ask, hoping he will be willing.
“G-green,” He growls. I wrap my lips around his head and slowly take him deep into my mouth. He grabs the back of my head forcing me to take him all, instinctively I relax my throat and take slow breaths through my nose. I run my tongue along the vein at the bottom of his cock moving it the way I have learned always causes a quick finish. I want to savor him but I also don’t want him to wait too long and be in more pain. I bob on his cock sucking all my arousal from his shaft, he moans from my quick movements. Soon I can feel him start to pulse signaling how close he is. I take him all the way in my mouth feeling his head hit the back of my throat, I swallow on his head.
“Emma,” He moans as he cums down my throat, I swallow everything until he has fully released himself. He pulls out of my mouth and I let him go with a pop at his tip. We both stay where we are just looking at each other and panting from exhaustion. “How do you feel?” He asks, extending a hand to help me up. I try to pull myself up but my legs are out of commission.
“I can’t get up,” I tell him, he chuckles but bends and picks me up bridal style. I wrap my arms around his neck and tuck my head under his chin, it feels so nice being in his arms. He places me on the bed laying me so my head rests against his pillows then climbs into bed with me. I curl into his side and breathe in his scent, that calm feeling washes over me again like I just took a dozen bottles of Peace.
“That was amazing,” I whisper, “But I like this part the most.” He slings an arm over me and begins to rub soothing circles on my back, I tuck one of my legs between his effectively tangling us together.
“You did so well,” He whispers into my hair. After all the noise the two of us just made, it feels wrong to disrupt the silence that follows. Yet, Severus continues to whisper praise into my hair, his voice so gentle and soothing. I try to fight the exhaustion but after not sleeping well last week it takes me to the place of dreams as I listen to Severus’s loving words.