Precarious (Severus Snape x Reader)

Chapter 29: It's Going To Be Okay

"I think that might be a good idea."

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"(Y/N). Wake up."

You felt a rustling at your shoulder, then a hand passed through your hair, smoothing it away from your forehead. It was dark when your eyes fluttered open, and if Severus hadn't been standing over you between your legs, you might have been frightened. You remembered suddenly where you were, what you were doing just before you drifted off, and it made you giggle internally. Not only had you had sex in Severus' classroom, but also in a classroom that didn't belong to either of you. You wondered if maybe this would be a regular occurance, finding new places around the castle to engage intimately. It tickled your adventurous brain, but your rational brain tsked you for it. Severus knelt down to the floor leaving the insides of your thighs exposed to the air, and scooped up something small, an item that you couldn't quite identify in the dim light.

"I'm sorry, I didn't even know I fell asleep," you apologized, your voice thick with exhaustion and contentment.

"It's alright, love. We do need to hurry, though. Lift your feet up for me."

Again? you thought. You almost questioned him, but as you felt the smooth caress of lace move up over your calves and past your knees, your heart swelled. He was dressing you. When you felt him at your bottom, you raised your hips from the creaking desk, enough for him to slide the knickers forward to rest along the slender bones.

"Thank you," you whispered, pulling down your skirt and, grasping his cheeks, you placed a sweet, loving kiss to his parted lips. He tasted like sweat and cinnamon and coffee, and it made your heart thrum against your sternum again.

He hummed a reply and ghosted his hands down your arms to lace your fingers together and helped you to right yourself.

"Do you feel okay? Any pain or cramping?" he asked, and placed his palm over your lower belly protectively, holding it gently.

You covered his hand with yours and stroked over the ridges of it with your thumb. Internally, you scanned your body and paused for a moment to give all your attention to your abdomen. You wriggled a bit on the desk, checking for any discomfort, and were relieved to find that you felt much the same as you did before Severus took you in this abandoned classroom. Not that you were particularly worried, but you were so in love with this baby that you didn't want to risk any harm simply for your own pleasure.

"No, I feel fine. Very tired, actually."

Just then, a quite dramatic yawn escaped you, and he chuckled.

"You can skip the next class if you'd like. It's just first years," he offered, helping you slide down off of the desk, which groaned beneath your weight.

You shrugged. A free period did sound very enticing, you thought, but despite your fatigue, you opted to join him in class. You made your way to the dungeons hand in hand until you reached the busiest corridors, where you unfortunately felt obligated to let go, but were able to reunite in the classroom until the first student arrived. In fact, your entire act was nearly busted by an arrogant, loud-mouthed Hufflepuff who swung the door open right as you pulled away from a kiss. It startled you to say the least, and it shook Severus, too, you could tell by his uneasy expression and behavior.

"Never. Again," he whispered as he walked past you, headed for the blackboard.

"Never what again?" you asked, slightly sarcastic.

He snorted quietly and began his elegantly messy scrawl of instructions on the board.

"No more kissing...or sex...in this classroom," he muttered, drowned out by the increasingly noisy chatter of the children.