𝑭𝑳𝑶𝑾𝑬𝑹𝑺 𝑰𝑵 𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑯𝑨𝑰𝑹 - Severus Snape

THIRTEEN

13|ABANDONED CLASSROOM

Her hand gripped the wand tightly, refusing to lose her single source of light as her and Remus wandered the dark halls of the dungeon. Willow stayed close by her friends side, not trusting any students that may leave their dorm past curfew.

"Have you spoken to Snape yet?" Remus mused, having a sudden interest in her love life. "It's almost been a month since the summer holidays, you can't keep avoiding him for the rest of seventh year."

"I can and I will." She argued, huffing as she crossed her arms over her chest. "I almost had sex with someone who I don't even know what type of relationship I have with."

"So you should explore it, talk to him and find out what relationship you two have and what it could become." He said, smiling to himself over his wise words.

Willow remained quiet, debating over his words as they rounded a corner. Her body walked straight into a soft, warm wall, senses being assaulted by a familiar smelling after shave.

"Fuck!" She screamed in fright, her hand holding her chest as she waited for her heart to calm. "You little shit, you scared me half to death!"

"Sorry." Severus chuckled to himself before noticing Remus stood beside her watching him carefully. "What are you doing here so late?"

"Rounds." Remus answered him as Willow composed herself, breathing out harshly.

"Why are you not in your dorm?" Willow asked curiously, looking around and noticing he was alone.

"Parkinson noticed you walking around." He shrugged, glancing at Remus hoping he would take the hint to let them talk in private.

"Is everything alright over there?" The three paused as they heard a professor walk over to where they stood. He had heard Willow cursing.

"Shit, hide." Remus grabbed Willow and Severus's arms, throwing the pair into an abandoned classroom to hide from the professor. He sent a quick wink to Willow before walking over to the professor to make up some elaborate lie.

"That was close." Willow breathed out with relief before noticing how close Severus had pressed himself against her, trapping her against the door.

Her hands gently pushed against his chest but he refused to move, leaning his face closer. He pressed one hand on the wall beside her head, his other slipping on to her hip.

"You've been avoiding me." He whispered, his breath on her ear. "I get a smile from you at most."

"I was not avoiding you." She squeaked, trying to remain quiet as she heard Remus and the professor still talking just outside the door. "I was just busy."

"You are a terrible liar." Severus chuckled, pressing himself closer till their chests touched. "Was it about your drunken confessions? The last night is slowly coming back to me."

"What did I say?" Her eyes widened with shock as she finally met his stare. "Oh, Merlin. I want to hide in a hole."

"It's not so much about what you said, but more the way you showed me." He smirked, moving his lips down to her jaw. "Let me remind you."

His mouth left open kisses down her jaw, hand slipping under her skirt as she gasped. Her fingers turned white as she gripped his shirt, body pulling him in closer.

"All right, he's gone." Remus banged on the door, breaking the pair away from one another. "Sorry, should I have left you?"

"No, we were just speaking." Willow avoided both their amused states as she looked down, hiding her flushed cheeks.

"Stop avoiding me." Severus smirked at her, brushing his hair back before leaving the pair. "I'll see you in potions."

"You might want to fix your skirt." Remus winked at her, walking away as she pulled the material back down her legs. "Just speaking my ass. So, is he a good kisser?"

"I don't know." She answered truthfully, still cursing Remus's terrible timing. "Someone walked in before it got to the good part."

"Wait." He paused in his step, turning around to face her. "He has given you love bites and had his hand up your skirt and you two haven't kissed yet."

"When you say it like that I sound like a whore." Her eyes widened and mouth dropped as she realised he agreed with her. "You little shit! Get back here so I can avada your ass!"

"I'm so proud of my little slut finally growing out of her prude phase." He laughed, running away from her as she chased him around the corridors. "Prongs would be so proud of his baby sister."

"He is only five minutes older and I will kill you if you tell him." She jumped on his back, laughing as he joking tried to shake her off. "Or worse, I'll tell Padfoot you like him."

"Don't you dare."

A dark figure watched the pair from the shadows, staying hidden as he grinned over the comment he had heard. He pushed his dark locks off his face and lit a cigarette, debating what to do with this secret.