Sweat dripped off their naked bodies, making the air smell like sex and skin. The bed was a mess—sheets all tangled, blankets half on the floor. Severus and Fleur lay there, bare and breathless, their bodies slick from an hour of wild, crazy sex. The snow outside didn't matter. They were burning up.
Fleur was sprawled on top of Severus, her slender, pale body pressed against his own. Her long, silvery hair stuck to his chest, catching the dim light from the snowy windows. Her cheek rested right over his heart, and she listened to it thump, steady and strong. It made her feel safe, like this moment was real. Her pussy was sore, aching from all they'd done, but his cock was still inside her. It was not fully hard but due to his size, she could still feel it well. She shivered, not from cold, but because it felt so good, so much, even now.
Fleur's head was spinning. She couldn't believe it. Tonight was… everything. It started with the ancient ritual. She knew from the rumours and news that the people speculated, Severus knew of ancient magic. She had been conflicted on that. Now, she wasn't anymore. Clearly, the ritual which took their virginities, was ancient. Every time they made love, and his cum reached her body, she could feel her magic flare with strength. It was quite weird and odd. She had never felt this powerful. Whatever the ritual was, it was clearly ancient and mysterious. The way she had felt his magic flowing through her body. She had never felt magic so potent and powerful in her life. She was inwardly amazed by her lover even more. He was so magically powerful. And to think, that he barely showed it. His magic had been colder than ice and thicker than any viscous potion.
Five times he'd had her, each one wilder, deeper, better than the last. Each time, her body feeling better than ever and her magic becoming more powerful than anything she ever had. And now, feeling him still hard, still ready, she was amazed. He was like a machine, but better. He was full of passion, full of her.
Severus's hand moved on her back, slow and soft, his fingers tracing little circles. His voice came out low, like a warm blanket. "Fleur," he said, quiet but strong. "Did I make the night good for you?"
Fleur giggled softly, her laugh soft and sweet, vibrating against his skin. She looked up, her blue eyes sparkling in delight. "Good?" she said, her French accent thick, making every word sound pretty. "Mon dieu, Severus, you make zis night… incroyable! I find a man who fights my Veela charm, and zen I learn my crush likes me back? I'm… 'ow you say… so 'appy I could burst!"
Severus smiled, just a little, but it made his face softer, warmer. He was really so handsome, Fleur marveled inwardly. They fit so well together. "You're too much," he said, teasing, but his eyes were kind. "I'm glad you're happy."
Fleur's smile faded a bit, her heart squeezing. She shifted, wincing as his cock moved inside her, sending a spark through her sore body. "I don't want to leave," she whispered, her accent heavier now. "I want to stay 'ere, Severus. With you. All night. I don't care about ze snow or zis old shack. Just you."
Severus stopped moving his hand, his dark eyes looking right into hers. "Fleur," he said, gentle but serious now, "your headmistress will notice you're gone. They'll look for you. You're a student. I'm… I'm at St. Mungo's. We can't be stupid."
Fleur pouted, her lips all cute and full, but her eyes were sad. She knew what he was saying was right. But she couldn't help it. Her inner veela didn't want him to leave.
"But you're so far away," she said, almost whining now. "At St. Mungo's, healing people. I'm stuck at 'Ogwarts, with classes and ze Tournament. I won't see you for ages." Her finger traced a line on his chest, slow and soft. "I don't want to wait so long."
Severus's face softened more, and something warm flickered in his eyes. "We'll make it work," he said, his voice quiet but sure. "Hogsmeade weekends, maybe. Or…" He smirked, just a little, his eyes glinting. "If you're brave, I could sneak through the Forbidden Forest. I've done worse."
Fleur laughed. "You? Sneaking like a naughty boy?" she teased, her accent dancing. "Oh, Severus, you are… 'ow you say… a surprise!"
He grinned, his hand sliding to her hip, holding her tight. "You don't know the half of it," he said, his voice low, almost naughty. Then he moved, just a bit, pushing his semi hard cock deeper inside her. Fleur gasped, a soft "Oh!" slipping out as pleasure mixed with her soreness.
She looked at him, his face all innocent, but his eyes were wicked. "You are… so bad," she said, her voice shaky, her hands pressing against his chest. "Not fair."
"Fair?" he said, his hands pulling her hips closer, slow and careful. "I'm giving you what you want, aren't I?"
Fleur's breath caught, her body waking up again, even though she was so sore. "You… you tease me," she said, but her voice was all breathy. Smirking at him, she started to move, slow and easy, her hips rolling like waves. "Oh… Severus… zis is…"
He groaned, his head tipping back, his hands holding her tighter. "God, Fleur," he said, his voice rough now. "You feel so good. So… tight. So perfect."
She leaned down, her breasts brushing his chest, her lips so close to his. "You like zis?" she whispered, her accent thick, her hips moving slow, taking him deeper each time. "You like 'ow I move for you?"
"Yes," he growled, his hands sliding to her butt. He gripped those soft flesh. "Fuck, yes. You're… you're everything. Keep going, love."
Fleur moaned, a soft, sweet sound, her movements slow and sensual, like she was savoring every second. "Oh… oh, Severus… c'est… c'est si bon…" Her pussy clenched around him, sore but so needy, each slow thrust making her shiver. She loved how he filled her, how his big cock stretched her, made her feel so full. "You're… so deep… mon dieu…"
Severus's breath was heavy, his eyes locked on her, watching her move. "Fleur," he said, his voice low, almost a moan. "You're… driving me crazy. So beautiful."
She smiled, her hair falling around her face, her hips rocking slow, steady, like a dance. "Good," she whispered, her nails scratching his chest, light and teasing. "I want you… oh… to feel me. All of me."
He thrust up, slow and deep, matching her rhythm, his hands guiding her. "You're mine," he said, his voice rough, full of want. "This… us… it's real."
"Oui," she moaned, her head tilting back, her hair spilling down her back. "Yours… oh, Severus… je t'aime…" The words came out soft, honest, and she blushed, but he pulled her down, kissing her deep, his tongue slow and hungry, like he was tasting her soul.
"Love you too," he murmured, his lips brushing hers, his thrusts slow but strong, each one making her gasp. "Fuck, Fleur… you're… so much."
She whimpered, her body trembling, the pleasure building slow, like a fire growing. "I… I can't… it's so good…" Her hips moved faster, just a little, her moans louder now. "Oh… oh… Severus… je vais… je vais…"
"Not yet," he said, his voice a soft command, his thumb sliding to her clit, rubbing slow, gentle circles. "Let it build, love. Let me feel you."
Fleur cried out, a high, needy sound, her body shaking as she tried to please him. "Oh… mon dieu… Severus… c'est trop…" Her pussy tightened, her soreness fading under the slow, burning pleasure. She moved with him, their bodies in sync, each thrust a promise, each moan a vow. "You… you make me… oh… so 'appy…"
He groaned, his hands gripping her hips. His thrusts were slow but deep, hitting that spot that made her see stars. "Fuck, Fleur," he said, his voice tight. "You're… you're gonna make me… God, you're perfect."
She leaned down, kissing him. Her soft lips met his own as her tongue teased him. "Come with me," she whispered, her accent thick, her breath hot. "I want… oh… to feel you… inside me… again…"
He moaned, his control slipping, his thrusts a little faster now, but still slow, still sensual. "Fleur," he growled, his thumb pressing harder on her clit, circling faster.
She screamed, a soft, desperate sound, her body shaking as her orgasm hit, slow and powerful, like a wave crashing over her. "Severus!" she cried, her pussy pulsing around him, squeezing him tight, her nails digging into his chest. "Oh… oui… oui… mon dieu…"
He groaned, his own release hitting, his cock throbbing as he came, spilling into her, hot and thick, filling her up like the last five times. "Fuck… Fleur…" he gasped, his hips jerking, his cum pouring out, more than she thought possible. She felt it, warm and full, and moaned, her body trembling with the intensity.
They collapsed, panting, their bodies slick and sticky, the bed creaking under them. Fleur's head fell to his chest again, her breaths fast, her pussy still twitching around him. "Mon dieu," she whispered, her voice soft, shaky. "You… you are… too much. Six times… and still… so much…"
Severus laughed, a low, warm sound, his hand stroking her hair. "You do this to me," he said, his voice tired but happy. "But we're done, Fleur. Really. We need to dress."
She pouted softly. "For now,". "But I will see you again. In 'Ogsmeade… or ze forest. I like you sneaking."
He smirked, pulling her for one last kiss. Fleur gave her everything into the kiss. The kiss was wet and sloppy as the two devoured each other's mouth. The kiss melted Fleur's whole body as she could feel herself becoming jelly from the kiss.
"Trouble," he suddenly said with a smile. "Now, up. Before they send students after you."
Fleur sighed, easing off him, wincing as his cock slipped out, leaving her sore but happy.
He was right. They needed to go back to their places.
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The snow crunched under Severus boots as he lingered in the shadows of the Forbidden Forest, his dark eyes fixed on the Beauxbatons carriages in the distance. The night was crisp, the air biting, but the heat of the Shrieking Shack still clung to him, a phantom warmth that pulsed in his veins. His new clothes—black robes hastily conjured after the ritual had shredded their originals—felt stiff against his skin, a reminder of the chaos they'd left behind. He leaned against a gnarled tree, his breath fogging in the cold, as he watched Fleur make her way toward the carriages.
Fleur moved carefully, her steps uneven, a slight limp betraying the night they'd shared. Severus couldn't help it—a smirk tugged at his lips. She was trying to walk normal, but he could tell. Her body was sore, her pussy probably aching from the six times he'd taken her, each round more intense than the last. The ritual had been the start, a primal act that stripped her of her virginity, but what followed… that was all them. He'd turned her from a sweet, innocent Veela into a woman, his woman, and the thought sent a thrill through him, dark and possessive.
Her new dress, a pale blue Beauxbatons uniform conjured to replace the one destroyed in the ritual, hugged her curves, catching the moonlight. Her silvery hair swayed as she walked, and Severus's smirk softened. She was beautiful, no question. But it wasn't just her looks. It was the way she'd moaned his name, the way her accent thickened when she begged, the way her body had trembled under his touch. He could still taste her on his lips, sweet and salty, a mix of her kisses and the sweat from when she'd ridden him slow and sensual, her hips rolling like she was made for him.
Fleur reached the carriage, her limp more noticeable now, and Severus's chest tightened. She paused at the door, turning to look back toward the forest. Her blue eyes scanned the shadows, searching for him. When she found him, her face lit up, and she raised a hand, waving goodnight with a shy, secret smile. Severus nodded, a small gesture, his face unreadable but his eyes warm. Then, with a flick of his wrist, he pushed off the ground, his body rising into the air unaided, fast and smooth, like a bird cutting through the night. The wind whipped his robes as he flew, the magic of his cambion blood making it effortless.
He soared over the trees, the Hogwarts grounds shrinking below, but his mind was still in the Shack. He'd never forget it. The way he'd deflowered her, her gasps as he'd entered her for the first time, her legs trembling on his shoulders as he'd plowed into her, relentless and deep. The way she'd clung to him, her nails digging into his back, her voice crying "Severus!" as she came. Five more times after that, each one a blur of heat and need, her body yielding to his, her Veela allure no match for the raw hunger of his incubus blood.
Severus wasn't a good man. He knew that. He was a bastard, always had been—sharp-tongued, cold, calculating. But Fleur… she was different. She liked him, really liked him, not just because of his bloodline's pull. She'd said "je t'aime" in the heat of the moment, and though he'd brushed it off with a kiss, it stuck with him. A sweet spot was forming in his chest, a warmth he wasn't used to, and it scared him as much as it thrilled him. This new life, this new universe where he wasn't the Severus Snape of old, wasn't half bad. Fate had dealt him strange cards—waking up in 1994, in a world where he'd never existed, with Lily alive, Harry with a sister, and now this cambion blood running through his veins. But the perks… oh, they were something.
His incubus heritage made things easy with women. Too easy, maybe. The wizarding world thought incubi were myths, but Severus knew better. He had seen the lineage coming in the parchment from the ancestry potion. It couldn't be wrong. Perhaps, there was some magic behind him. Something which he himself wasn't sure. It was in the way his touch made Fleur melt, the way her body responded before her mind caught up. He hadn't expected it to be this easy, though. She was a Veela, her allure enough to bring men to their knees, but he'd resisted, turned it back on her, made her want him. And she did. Romantically, not just physically. That was the kicker. She wasn't just a conquest; she was… his. Maybe.
He landed silently on a hill overlooking Hogsmeade, the village lights twinkling below. The cold bit at his face, but he barely felt it, his mind still on her. The way she'd ridden him, her hips grinding slow, her moans soft and desperate. The way he'd held her legs up, thrusting deep, watching her face twist with pleasure. The way she'd looked at him after, her eyes soft, like he was more than a healer, more than a man. He licked his lips, tasting her still, and his cock twitched at the memory, a low heat stirring despite the exhaustion.
Severus shook his head, pushing the thoughts away. He had to focus. Fleur was back at Hogwarts, safe in her carriage, but they weren't done. Hogsmeade weekends, secret treks through the Forbidden Forest—he'd make it work. He'd sneak to her, risk it all, because that sweet spot in his chest wouldn't let him walk away. Not from her. Not from this.
Dumbledore! He snarled angrily. That old coot had made him soft. And the damned girl had further melted his heart a little with her antics. He liked her exotic touch. Like the way her perfect body reacted to his own. How if she was another half to his whole.
He took one last look at the distant carriages, imagining her climbing into bed, her body sore but sated, her mind on him. Then he turned, his robes billowing, and flew into the night, the wind carrying him toward St. Mungo's. This new life, these new cards… they were his to play. And for once, he was starting to like the game.