Standing on my own and falling towards the ground(a harry potter fan-fic)

is this real life or is it just fantasy?

If you can guess what song my title is from i might just dedicate a chapter to you!

Roses's pov: I walked into the room shutting the door behind me, and turning on lights with my wand as i went. I walked over to my trunk and lifted the lid trying to find something to sleep in. I was so full of food that i just wanted to sleep. So i pulled out an old shirt of my adopted fathers and a pair of short shorts and put them on casting my other clothes and sandals onto the floor. I did place all of my jewelry on the old nightstand and take my hair down. I then climbed into the old slay bed and despite how the rest of the house looked someone obviously took time to clean this room for me, because the sheets and blankets smelled of fresh linens and flowers. I drifted off to sleep thinking of people and as i drifted off a particular professor was on my mind.

AUTHORS NOTE-THE NEXT PART Is mature content so be warned or you can even skip it if it bothers you. like super mature r-rated ok so please read if you want and if not just skip it ok, I am trying something new.

My hands tangles into someones hair as they climbed into my bed. i felt their hot breath on my neck as the person whispered "Miss. Potter i believe being awake after hours is worthy of detention." i felt Snape's lips curve into a smile against mine and i smiled as well and replied,

"i think since we are not at school it doesn't count but none the less i will serve my detention now, Professor." He wrapped his arms around my waist under my oversized, T-shirt, his cool hands left a trail of goosebumps on my sides but they faded as we went. I put my arms around his waist feeling, his hard muscles flexed as i hugged him closer to me. I felt no shirt on him and as my hands traveled down to his hips. i felt his hands pulling my shirt up as i ran my hands up and down his hips and rib cage. I sat up a little so he could pull the shirt over my head as i did he threw it to the floor. My hair then fell onto my bare shoulders and cascaded down my back like a waterfall of flames and strands of it fell over my shoulders. He rolled me onto my back and position him self to where he was hovering over me. I saw his smirk grow as he studied my body which was only covered by a blue satin bra and the short shorts i wore under the oversized shirt that now laid forgotten on the floor. My pale skin felt like it was on fire and i gad to look away to check. Nope not on fire literally at least. He was practically undressing me with his eyes as i roamed my hands over his shoulders and down his chest. His hands traveled through my hair, and twisted hand fulls around his hands, gently but dominantly all the same. As we explored each others skin and bodies he bent his head down and placed a trail of kisses down my neck and onto my shoulder. His lips were a tad cool, and his breath hot making me shudder at the changes in temperatures. My mind was racing and questions played onto my lips as his lips traveled to my chest and back up my neck. I played with his hair as i asked "so what made you come back, Severus?" I felt him slowly stop and trail his lips to my check and he murmured, " i was going to stay away until you flaunted your beautiful arse in front of me and i knew i couldn't resists." i laughed and said "well this is all so sudden and as much of i love this i may have more fun if i was the on giving you detention." He suddenly looked up at me and said " are you not having fun miss. potter because detentions are not for fun you know. I have yet to make you scream." His words sent shivers down my spine and his cold hands cupped my face as his lips formed a smile and he added "get ready miss.potter, here comes the fun part." i giggled at how serious he was.

              Severus’ hands slid from my face and down my neck and shoulders, fingers hooking under the straps of my bra, pulling them down and of the way of his now searing hot mouth travelling in their wake. One apt hand slid around my side to the clasp on my back, undoing it in a thankfully practiced move. He was no fumbling boy, obviously. The blue satin joined the shirt on the floor and I threw my head back, as his mouth latched onto my pert nipple, sucking and nibbling slightly, while his hand massaged and pinched the other, sending shocks of pleasure through my system. No, definitely not a fumbling boy! I moaned wantonly pushing my chest into him. My hands tangled in his hair once more. He turned his attentions towards the other nipple. Heaven forbid for it to be neglected.