Set during the Goblet of Fire, we follow the TRUE hero of the Harry Potter series - Severus Snape. Severus meets a healer from the Beauxbatons who came to aid Madam Poppy Pomfrey during the tournament. It is lust at first sight but will Severus ever...
Olivia felt like the most powerful witch in the world to be able to get any form of public affection from Severus Snape. She just hoped that he would finally let her in, she couldn't deal with any more of his teasing.
Severus watched as she sauntered away from him towards Minerva McGonagall. She was standing up there, proud of herself with a smug grin. He'd be damned if he was going to go up there and be forced into conversation. He lengthened his powerful stride to catch up with Olivia. He grabbed her hand and with a quick tug, pulled Olivia to his side to exit the ball room and head towards the dungeons.
She let out a flirtatious squeal at his assertiveness before running to keep up with the determined man. She was able to glance back at Minerva who winked at her before she was pulled out of sight by a very determined Severus.
Snape kept his fingers laced with hers as he dragged her through the corridors until they arrived at the flights of stairs to the dungeon. His resolve seemed to crumble, stopping him in his tracks. He guided her against the wall, reaching up to cup her cheek. His lips gently brushed against her own, softer than a butterfly's wing. Olivia closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of his warm breath hovering over her.
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His lips finally made full contact, Severus' tongue gently traced the opening of her mouth, pleading for entrance. She granted it, allowing their tongues to wrestle, caressing each other as the kiss deepened.
He couldn't wait any longer; he pushed her deeper into the wall, lifting her for a more passionate kiss. She wrapped her legs around his narrow waist and clung to him, whimpering in needy response.
Oh Merlin.
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Olivia moaned, pulling him closer to her heat with her thighs, which was enough to pull him from the moment. Severus nuzzled her neck with his nose, allowing her scent to permeate his brain. His keen senses were completely overwhelmed. His mind was still attempting to process the sweet taste of her lips - of course she tasted sweet, how could a woman like her taste like anything else? Her taste ignited him somehow, something light and lively, yet passionate and almost feral. It was a feeling unlike anything he'd ever known. He craved her body and her mind. Eager to immerse himself within her, he inhaled deeply - the witch moaned and rubbed against him as his warm breath tickled her neck. Her smell was dark and complex, inviting and intoxicating to a wizard who was identically described. She smelled of mandarin and plum, tinged with a bit of clove, if his nose served him correctly. It married perfectly with his own, deeply established scent of herbs and cedar, with wisps of the smoke that floated into his skin while brewing.
