Black Eyed Boy

10

Authors note:
Hello loves!! These next few chapters are about the Yule Ball. There is a tiny hint of attempted assault in this chapter but no other warnings. Hang in there friends... many many 🍋 coming soon 😉

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Friday's classes had Severus in a foul mood. He knew he should've made Draco teach the Waltz in lieu of himself. Now, he was handing out detentions left and right for the distractibility that was running rampant throughout his potions lectures. Of course, he'd deduct points from the other Houses, he just actively tried to avoid that with Slytherin.

Severus had reluctantly gone to the Great Hall for dinner, at the not-too-subtle request of the Headmaster. Of course Albus thought he was being antisocial to the guests; Severus Snape was the textbook definition of antisocial. Still, he strode through the halls in a black blur of billowing robes as he took his seat beside Minerva. He was surprised to see Olivia had returned to sit at his left again.

"Miss Wright," he greeted with a slight nod towards the witch.

"Severus! How nice to see you!". She seemed genuine. Severus couldn't help but wonder when she started sitting over here again. They fell into easy conversation as they tucked into their meals. Olivia was dying to prod him for details about her new information.

"So, Severus...I uhm... I heard you dance well. Perhaps you could show me sometime?" She grinned innocently but Severus could see the twinkle of cheekiness in her eye. He shot a look at Minerva, glaring at her.

"Oh, Severus. Don't look at me like that! It's all over the bloody school. The Slytherin girls were foaming at the mouth, dying to talk about it".

"Not bloody likely," Severus grumbled towards Olivia as he stabbed another piece of meat with his fork. She looked crestfallen.

"What? You're not going to the Ball?" She left the rest unsaid: I want to dance with you all night, feel your strong arms holding me while you dominate and control me on the dance floor before continuing into your chambers. She'd been dying to take a look inside his bedroom, he didn't allow it on his last tour.

What would the inside of Severus Snape's bedroom look like? Black satin sheets? Some sort of delicious torture chamber complete with toys? Filled to the brim with potion ingredients and books? She had fantasized about being with him since she first laid eyes on him. She had hoped she could treat the Yule Ball like her Prom night; except... successful.

Olivia had gone with one of her cousins to their American Muggle Prom as a guest. That was a benefit, she supposed, of visiting her American family once or twice a year - she got to experience the life of an average, Muggle American. Her Prom was a complete disaster. She felt beautiful in her dress but her date was so extremely virginal that he wouldn't even dance with her, let alone grope her in the middle of the dance floor. Naturally, that left getting a hotel room out of the question. She hadn't lost her virginity until much later. She wasn't overly experienced in sex but she knew what she liked and didn't like. And she was pretty sure Severus would be something she really liked.

"I do not usually participate in such... frivolities, Miss Wright," he rebuked.

"Severus, my dear boy. Perhaps you have forgotten? All staff must attend. We are trying, after all, to at least put on the illusion of unity amongst schools," Minerva scolded.