𝑭𝑳𝑶𝑾𝑬𝑹𝑺 𝑰𝑵 𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑯𝑨𝑰𝑹 - Severus Snape

ELEVEN

11|DRUNKEN SECRETS

The embers of the fire glowed, warming the two figures as they cuddled up against one another. Her legs stretched out, the sand sticking to her sweaty skin as she looked up at the stars.

"However, tonight I am going to stay strong to find out every single one of your dirty little secrets." She gave him a toothy grin. "So be prepared."

"I think I'll need more vodka for that." He swallowed another mouthful, watching her as she smirked to herself over her evil plan. "So, ask away."

"Are you excited about Seventh Year?" Willow started her series of questions lightly, leaning forwards to toast a marshmallow with the large bonfire.

"It's our final year." Severus shrugged, taking one of the toasted marshmallows she offered and throwing it in his mouth. "How about you?"

"I'm a prefect this year." She informed him, moaning as she chewed the melted marshmallow. "I received my letter before coming here."

"So I can use you to sneak around the castle after curfew." He smirked at her, sending her a wink.

"Now why would you want to be sneaking out after curfew?" Her eyes glinted mischievously, the bottle of vodka almost half empty.

"To hide in abandoned classrooms and wait for my favourite witch." His answer caught her off guard, choking on the liquid as it leak down her lips.

"Next question." She squeaked, avoiding his stare as she cleared her throat. "What are your parents like?"

"The usual." He shrugged, taking a swig of the vodka as he brushed over her question. "Not much to say."

"What's your mother like?" Willow digged further, the alcohol giving her a new boost of confidence. "Did she like to cook you strange meals? Or bake?"

"She was cold, unloving." Severus answered her truthfully, eyes watching the fire before them as he avoided her sympathetic stare. "Not all of us have loving, supportive parents."

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have pried." She quickly apologised, feeling guilty for ruining the atmosphere.

"It's fine." He reached down and grabbed her hand, lighting himself a cigarette. "I don't blame you for asking. My father was the same but he was more physical."

"I'm happy I invited you here." She pulled the cigarette out his mouth, breathing in the nicotine before passing it back. "Maybe next year we can go visit the cottage my parents own in the South of France."

"I would like that." He smiled down at her, chuckling as she crinkled her nose in disgust at the whiskey she had just opened.

Willow finished the bottle of vodka, passing the bottle of whiskey to Severus with disgust as she toasted more marshmallows.

"I hope we can do this again some time." Her words were slurred as she spoke, bloodshot eyes staring up at him with lust. "Except maybe we can share my bed. It does get awfully cold once the sun goes down."

"How much have you drunk?" He chuckled, feeling the affects of the alcohol as she climbed on to his lap.

"Enough for this sudden confidence boost." She pressed her hands against his chest, thighs resting on both sides of his legs. "Maybe we should finish what we started earlier in the sea."

"Maybe you should show me what you're thinking." Severus smirked, flicking the cigarette butt into the bonfire. His hands grabbed her hips, pulling her closer.

"God, you drive me crazy." She mumbled in his ear, her fingers slipping through his thick ebony hair. "Every time I look at you I get butterflies in my stomach. I just want you so badly."

"So show me." He whispered against her skin, lips leaving gentle kisses on her neck. "I want to know how badly you want me."

Willow pulled his shirt over his head, nails traveling down his chest as she left red marks. Her mouth left open kisses along his jaw, chest pressed against his as he moved his hands up her back, slowly untying her bikini top.

She moved her head, eyes staring deep into his as their lips moved closer, almost touching. She mumbled something incoherent, her eyes fluttering shut as her head grew heavy. Her head fell against his shoulder, soft snores filling his ears as he chuckled to himself.

"What did you just say?" He questioned aloud, shuffling her as he stood up, carrying her unconscious body back towards the house. He placed her on her bed, leaving a small kiss on her cheek before walking out her room. He wondered if she would remember this in the morning but as he shut his eyes, lying alone in his own bed, hand in his jeans relieving the tension, he considered if he would remember as well.