Belonging

Awakening -Madelyn Watson-

-Madelyn Watson-

Friday Morning

Normally, the horrifying thing Madelyn had done yesterday would be the first thing in her brain the following morning. Not so this morning, it was the second thought. Her anxious memory of blasting a classmate off the astronomy tower was second to the thoughts about where exactly her mate's hands were and what they were doing.

A weekday morning and once again she was in her mate's bed instead of her own. Madelyn Watson spooning Professor Snape , she thought wryly, Professor Snape and his wandering hands . She really should just move down here at this point, who was she kidding? She felt him tug the covers down, exposing her to the chilly air, and she wondered if he was looking at her body as his hand circled her naked lower half. "Mmmm..." she groaned into her pillow as his hands ran all over her body under his borrowed shirt, pushing it up and revealing even more of her to the cool air.

"Good morning, little dove," he answered back, his mouth behind her ear. "Let's pretend to be ill today and stay right here." He held her against him and she could feel a part of him she had been slowly becoming better acquainted with, was also wide awake inside his pajama pants. It poked her bare rear end that was currently uncovered by his shirt.

She could only really gasp in response as his hands worked against her. Her nipples were being touched, her waist, her thighs. His hands made her feel so good with such little effort. She was about to open her thighs, let his hand slip in when she finally had the memory of yesterday's ugly event and groaned in an unerotic way. "What?" he asked with soft concern.

"Just remembered. Crawley. Bats. Boom. Ughhhhh." Madelyn buried her face in her pillow trying to hide from the memory and the idea that later today she would have to face her peers after everyone saw her do it.

Severus laughed at her and petted her hair. "I'm still proud. My powerful little princess... blasting dunderheads sky high in my honour."

"I like your idea, let's pretend to be sick," Madelyn nestled herself deeper into his arms by wiggling. She pressed her bum into the hardness, in hopes that if he was kidding he might not be in a couple of minutes. His hand grabbed her hip tightly, a little painfully, as he drew her against him even tighter. She liked how it felt when his fingers bit into her as he possessively pulled her in. She liked feeling his body heat. She liked feeling the hardness his pajama pants were struggling to hold back. "Do you always get those in the morning?" she asked curiously as she gyrated her hips, letting the feeling of his hard cock pressing into the underside of her ass cheeks titillate her.

"It's because of you. Whenever I sleep, since the bond, it has been nothing except dreams of..." he got closer to her ear, and lowered his voice to growl "consummating this marriage." One of his arms was over her, his hand had been doing slow roaming pets over her body, the other, under her waist, moved from teasing a breast to be between her thighs and suddenly he was petting her clit through her mound, pressing through the soft fatty tissue to the sensitive nub below, and with her thighs pressed tightly closed, she thought she could feel herself immediately getting wet from it, or was she wet from last night? She really couldn't say, but she knew she was already so very aroused as he ground his cock into her. The tented pajama trousers rubbed against her slit from behind her while he teased her most arousing spot. Mornings sleeping in the Hufflepuff dormitory were never this nice.

"What happens... in the dreams...?" Madelyn asked breathlessly as he made he hopelessly lost in her growing needs.

"It's always night... not morning like this. It's always you, in our... marital bed. You are always being coaxed into wanting... I have watched myself bring you into womanhood a hundred different ways."