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Summary: ... and what it can lead to.

Categories Author Rating Chapters Words Recs Reviews Hits Published Updated Complete
Harry Potter > Willow-Centered > Pairing: Severus SnapeLillyFR1812,308143,0928 Jun 048 Jun 04Yes
Rating: R

Pairings: Willow/Severus

Disclaimer: they’re not mine, I’m just borrowing





I wake up slowly and start to notice things. Like the chill in the room making goose bumps on the bare flesh of my arms. Or the warm, definitely masculine body pressed intimately against my back, bare skin to bare skin. Ho boy... what have I gotten myself into this time? Let’s see...



We were defending the school against Voldermort and his Death Eaters. Or Moldiwart and his goonies, as I like to call them. Of course, that always gets a lot of gasps, and a few snickers here and there. What can I do if they don’t scare me? Ok, back on track. They attacked earlier than expected, and Hogwarts was by no means prepared. All we got was a five minutes heads up courtesy of young Mr. Malfoy. That was one heck of a surprise when he joined our side. But you know how it is with gift horses and stuff... Anyway. We were all in the Great Hall, and we figured there was too little time to get the students to their dorms, so we set up the line of defense right there. Nothing big, just a barrier spell over the back of the room where the young ones crowded. Most of the sixth and seventh years prepared to fight, and wouldn’t be persuaded otherwise.

The first group of Death Eaters rushed in throwing courses left and right. They were taken out quickly, dropping like potato sacs on the floor, bound and gagged. I like those Griffindors and their sense of practicality. Then the fun began, ‘cause there were ten times as many goonies in the next round. I itched to fight, but had to take care of the children. Don’t you just love it when you end up as a babysitter when there’s trouble? Of course, when I tried to join in I was immediately pushed back by the overgrown bat, who had the cheek to yell at me to “get back to safety, you silly girl”. Silly girl... me. Okay.. you obviously don’t have a clue who you’re talking to, mister. I know I didn’t really exude power during my stay here for this last month, but I can take care of my own hide, and kick some butt in the process, thank you very much. I would have probably gotten more of a reaction from a normal muggle wall. So I stood back patiently *coughyeahrightcough* and watched the fight. The students were faring remarkably well. I wasn’t very much concerned for the staff, since most of them were members of the Order.

The Death Eaters increased in numbers, and I started to worry a little when a few of the seventh year students got hit by Cruciatus curses. One of them was Draco, who I guess proved his loyalty right there and then as he took the curse directed towards Ginny Weasly. I was impressed by the boy, to be honest. It took me two seconds to get to where he lay, writhing and screaming in agony on the floor. With a wave of my hand I lifted the curse. He was ok, except for the residual pain he was still feeling. I didn’t have time to check him more extensively, though, since other children needed my help. I left him there, with a furious Ginny in front of him deflecting incoming curses. I smiled. Looks like he’ll get lucky, if he hadn’t already.

Next was Susan Bones. The poor girl was almost unconscious from the pain, and I was glad to be able to help. Lavender Brown carried her to safety, and I was on my way. Three more students were down, but at least no one was dead. Yet. I barely ducked the green light of an Avada headed my way. Ok, I was officially pissed. And I do mean pissed, since I heard Ron Weasly say something along the lines of “bloody hell, her eyes are black”.

I stood up and faced the Death Eater heading my way. He pointed his wand at me and then stopped. I smiled wickedly. How exactly was he expecting to be able to utter whichever curse he was going for when his lips were sewn shut? I winked at him and sent him flying. It was such a funny image to see him sliding along one of the tables in the hall, his long blond hair picking up all sorts of sauces from the plates smashing in his head. Score one to nada for me. I could never stand Malfoy Senior.

A group of goonies were knocked to the floor with a gust of wind. A few others were trying to get past the defense to the little ones when their wands burst into flames. Oops... was that lil’ ol’ me? Another giggle tore its way past my lips. I was really having fun. Then I was hit and fell to the floor with a scream. That hurt, and I was a bit distracted... it hurt my ego more, though. I willed the curse to end, and literally flew up, hovering a few inches above the floor.

“That wasn’t nice.” I hissed, smirking at the idiot who’d thrown the curse and was now backing away terrified.

I could understand that. Me with black hair and eyes was definitely scary, not to mention the deep voice and veiny look. Or the hovering and blue energy at my fingertips. With an evil laugh I let loose, hitting Death Eaters with my own brand of pain. Bet you don’t like that, eh guys? Guess just about now you’re thinking you’re on the wrong side of the war. Well, bummer. I certainly didn’t make you take the dark mark.

I finished with the goonies quickly enough. They were sprawled on the floor, or wherever they had managed to end up, and not feeling very comfortable by the muffled screams one could hear. I have an inclination to sewing, so sue me. I was just having a bit of fun with the big bad, sucking the energy out of him and turning it back upon him in the form of pain, when I heard my name being called. I looked back, a tad annoyed that my fun had been interrupted, to witness a hilarious sight. Dumbledore was looking at me with a mixture of understanding and reprimand. I don’t think he disagreed with my methods, but maybe my displaying them in front of everyone was a bit of a problem. The other Professors were trying to shield the small ones from the view. Well, except for the Potions Master, who did a reasonably good impersonation of a lost fish. His eyes kept moving from me to the writhing form of Moldiwart, to the rest of the baddies, and then back to me. His jaw was slack, and I could have sworn his eyes were ready to pop out of their sockets. I giggled. I couldn’t help it. And then I bound my victim to the floor, allowing his energy to be transferred to the ground to be purified. Then a wave of my hand released the Death Eaters from their agony, and I made my way with a sigh to the side of the Hall. My hair turned back to red as I relaxed and allowed the power I had called to return to the earth as well. As I was passing Professor Snape, I blinked and my eyes regained their normal color. It was fun to see his jaw drop further at that display of control. I leaned against a column and watched.

Dumbledore had the Professors take the students to their dorms before calling Harry Potter forth, and having him end Voldermort’s existence. I was sorry for the boy to be forced to kill all because of a stupid prophecy. But he did it, and then promptly threw up. That was a good thing, too. It meant he wouldn’t be corrupted by that one act of black magic His friends helped him to Madam Pomfry, while the Headmaster took care of calling the Aurors. Like the muggle police, they were late. Oh well...

I was left there with a silent Snape for company. And then he did the one thing I wasn’t expecting him to. He thanked me. Okay... who are you and what have you done with the black cranky bat of the dungeons? I shrugged and headed back to my room. I was a bit tired, to be honest.



But that night I slept alone, so that can’t be the reason why there’s currently a big nose nudging my ear. Nor does it explain how those slender fingers ended up between my thighs to stroke my skin and make me tingle all over. Think, Willow. Hmm.. could it have been the celebration after the battle?





I don’t normally like big feasts, but this time I had to go. I was a guest of honor, after all. Urgh. I still don’t know what possessed me to wear those high heels. Or that tight fitting dress. All the drooling stares were making me uncomfortable.

I made my way to the Professors table. At least there I was with people whom I knew... more or less. I stared at Snape like he’d grown a second head when he bolted up from his seat to pull back the chair next to him and gesture for me to sit. I did, bewildered. It didn’t even occur to me that was not my usual place at the table.

Dumbledore held his speech... and I have a hunch it was a tad longer than usual by the looks on most people’s faces. I stood up to be thanked and cheered when I had to, but I desperately wanted out of there. Very soon I got my hands on a glass of punch, and drank it all down like it was water. I was thirsty, what can I say?

I danced with a few students. Not that I wouldn’t have wanted to avoid that, but I really saw no choice. I got a hug and a heartfelt thank you from Draco at the end of one dance, and smiled at him as he made his way to rescue Ginny from her brother’s clumsy feet. I laughed at Ron’s expression when Ginny faced off with him. Well, he had tried to start a fight with her boyfriend.

By the end of the evening I was a bit on the tipsy side. And to my horror the celebration was moved to the Professors Lounge after the students headed to bed. From that point on I don’t remember much, except for black eyes and a hard body whom I was clinging to. And when I say hard, I do mean hard all over.



I move a bit and get a low moan from behind me as answer. I kind of like that sound, so I wiggle my backside a bit against the hard erection I can feel pressed against me. I like the next reaction even more.

“Merlin’s robe, stop that or I’ll ravage you again, hangover or no hangover.”

I giggle. I could get used to waking up like this. Some very hot images make their way through my sleep addled brain. Strong arms, soft lips, a very talented tongue, passionate kisses and intense dark eyes. A lazy smile spreads on my lips. Oh yeah, I could definitely stand more of that.

“I get no hangovers.” I answer playfully.

A groan behind me makes me laugh again.

“I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.” I tease.

With a sigh, my bed partner moves his mouth against my ear.

“No, I don’t.” he says, pressing a kiss to my temple.

And then he gets up, heading for the other room. Although I like the image he presents, with those sexy thighs and that definitely biteable backside, I’m a bit bewildered. Huh? He’s back in a few seconds, though, a vile in hand. I let my eyes travel along his body, licking my lips as I get to that hard-on I had felt against me earlier. A tingle travels through my nether lips. Come to mama, big boy. I giggle at my own naughty thoughts, watching my dark haired lover drink down the potion before he gets back into bed. He lifts the covers only long enough to slip under, his thigh between mine.

“Now..” he drawls... “Where were we?”

I smirk as his lips attack my own, kissing him back with all the passion I feel for him. This had been a long time coming. And oddly enough, I only realize that now. His lips leave mine to lay kisses along my jaw to my ear and neck. I moan.

“I think you’re on the right track there.”

He chuckles, sending gusts of warm breath against my skin. It feels so good that I let out a sigh. This man certainly knows what to do with a woman.

“You do realize you’re not getting out of this bed for a very long time, right?” he asks with a smirk, eyes boring into mine.

“Oh well... there’s worse things than that, I suppose.”

He growls playfully, biting my lower lip and rubbing his thigh against my center. I gasp, planning my revenge for that. He knows exactly what his every move is doing to me. And he enjoys it, too. I use a tiny bit of magic to roll him on his back, straddling him and pressing my moist heat to his hard member. It’s now his turn to gasp and moan. I smile wickedly.

“I think we’re in for a very nice day in bed, Severus.” I purr, licking at his earlobe before biting down.

His arms go around me, fingers threading in my hair.

“I can deal with that.”

And he kisses me soundly.

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