Professor Black: A Reader Insert

42. Bonds and Blonds

If you are below the age of 16 skip until the two * please and thank you.

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Once they could get away, (y/n) pulled Severus into the corridor and pushed him against the wall for a snog before nipping his neck and dragging him to his rooms. Her veins were on fire with lust and magic, igniting her in ways that made her feel like she was glowing as she pulled him along, stopping every now and then to relight the fire when it felt too low and whimpering in annoyance when he'd take the initiative and pull her down into the dungeons.

When they had gotten their her breath caught in her throat, there were candles and a trail of rose petals that led from the door deeper into his rooms.

"Rus, you didn't-" She started.

"Oh I absolutely had to." He cut her off with a kiss that ended when he had sat on the edge of his bed still holding onto her and gulping air.

She began stripping him down to his trousers and his shirt as she kissed him and waved her hand at them for them to fold away neatly. After another breath taking kiss and a playful nip to his cheek, she herself stood and began to disrobe. There she stood, bare as the day she was born, gaze locking dangerously onto her Rus's expression as he raked his gaze over her.

What (y/n) saw pleased her.

"My first vow to you, Severus, is one of my own volition, my love and affection are yours only because I have decided so, so mote it be." She straddled him and  kissed him deeply moaning happily as his hands trace her form.

She broke the kiss to rest her head on his shoulder as she faced his neck.

"My second vow to you, is one of my fidelity, I will not of my own volition break this nor would I want to, so mote it be." He had at this point spelled off the rest of his clothes causing their skin to finally touch causing a pleasurable sparking to happen underneath her skin where they had met.

Another heavy makeout, tongues dancing together as they tasted each other without reservations from either party. His arms pressing her into him their skin tingling from the sensation feeding into the magic flaring about the room in waves of want and love.

She broke the kiss, grabbed his jaw and readjusted how she was straddling him, and looked into his eyes as his tip pressed against her entrance.

"My third vow to you is my strength, it is yours to borrow and use for your safety as much as yours is mine to use, our combined power will be what keeps our pack, our family safe, so mote it be." She relaxed onto him kissing him deeply once more as he became seated deep within her.

After that, it became a blur however the next morning (y/n) did indeed wake up wearing only the locket in her husband's arms aching in just the right places.

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Draco was restless all night, he felt his magic latch onto the union that his sister was taking part in and had helped it to stabilize it so it didn't affect the rest of the school despite it being deep within the dungeons. He was downright knackered before the night was out and had to be carried to his dorm by Harry who, had given him a chaste peck on his forehead after he helped the blond get comfortable. He awoke with his throat feeling like sand and his hair a horrid mess of tufts sticking up all over. He dragged himself out of bed and into the shower and further into more casual clothes.

He took a moment to just breathe and there in the depths of his being he felt it, a calling of some sort, a kind of unquenchable hunger. He just shrugged it off and left the dorm wearing his broach from the night before, his gloved hands holding a box that held an equal gift for Harry. It was a ring made from his hair, it had, much like his hair, been dainty and a platinum color. He fingered the broach on his sweater, one of the ones (y/n) gifted him for Christmas, through his gloves he could feel how the broach curled around in mock chaos, mimicking the hair that made it.

He stopped his stride and looked around. He must be out of it if he's reached the lake, the exact opposite direction of the Gryffindor dorms. He must be feeling muddled.

"Malfoy!" Draco turned and faced the owner of the voice, finding Durmstrang's Headmaster giving him a dirty look.

"Sir?" Draco asked, hoping the older man would explain himself.

"What exactly did your whore sister do?" He sneered reage filling his eyes. "The magic around the school felt tainted last night. Just what-"

Draco cut him off after his question registered.

"What did you call my sister?" The teen's tone took on an inflection that made the man flinch.

"I'm only calling her for what she is," Karkaroff hissed.

"You're mistaken, if anything, compared to our family, she's the prude of the bunch." Draco was blunt narrowing his eyes at the man before him as he sized him up. "Then again, those who wish harm tend to be negatively effected by natural magicks like that. Let me guess, you couldn't get it up for one of your little toys to please you hmm? How stressful."

Draco's words didn't get to hang in the air before his head was snapped to the side with a crack and his cheek throbbing. It took Draco a moment to process what had happened, a moment that during which Harry had found his way there half-dressed and furious, Draco felt a ghost of rage flowing through him.

"Who?" Harry calmly asked his ungloved hand holding Draco's chin so he can examine his cheek.

'Severus knew what he was doing when he discarded the Phases.' Draco thought fighting the urge to take Harry and run from the danger since he wasn't big enough, wasn't scary enough to protect him.

"Karkaroff." A voice he wasn't expecting this morning seethed, he felt safe.

"Ah, Miss Black, good morning." The man dared to even smile at his sister.

"Wife, he isn't worth the effort." Severus was with her too.

"Wife?"

"Oh, you don't know," Harry turned, his tone cold as he addressed the man in question. "My sister bonded with Severus Snape last night, you should've felt the ambient magic was different from before last night."

"Indeed, a Headmaster of a School ought to be knowledgeable of these things." Severus intoned.

"My my, I'm glad my talk with the Headmistress took so long." A stranger's voice spoke up then. "Thank you, Barty for suggesting the stroll."

"Of course Lord Slytherin. Mr. Malfoy, the matron has a cream to help with your cheek. Come let's let the lords deal with the slight done and get that taken care of." The fourth champion gently took his arm and began dragging him away.

"Take Mrs. Snape with you this isn't something a lady of her condition should witness." Lord Slytherin said.

"What condition?" Karkaroff asked.

Draco didn't hear the answer as he, his sister, and Crouch walked away.

"What condition?" He asked (y/n) who looked displeased.

"My propensity for killing those who hurt children near me." She said a bit miffed. "Now, how are you feeling? Harry broke the customs."

"Had little choice in it, Lucius will forgive he's guilty of far worse offenses." Crouch said guiding them to the hospital wing where an influx of students were dealing with hangovers.