Heredity vs. Solidarity (S. Snape)

Chapter Thirty-Five

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Outside of Ravenclaw Tower, Severus Snape was clad in a crisp, white buttoned-down shirt, and black trouser pants. His shoes he donned were the only pair he owned that were pure black, and with a bit of polish, now appeared shiny and new. His Slytherin tie was comfortably snug against his neck in a perfect, windsor-knot, his hair, hanging in black curtains across his face, smelling of his familiar musk and conditioner.

He was leaning casually against the wall, head bowed and hands deep within his pockets when the door clicked open, causing his head to lift, and the smallest smirk to lift at the corner of his lips.

Selena was dressed in a short, but modest dress, deep blue in shade with beautiful silver sequins that sparkled in the dim light. Black boots were snugly secured to her feet, and ran up her calf, both increasing her height and modestly showing off her curvy legs. When Severus eyed her properly, he was pleased to see that she had gained a lovely blush upon her skin, both embarrassed and self-conscious within his presence.

As she tugged subconsciously at the hem of her dress, she didn’t have time to properly fix it when Severus wrapped his arms around her waist, and kissed her firmly, effectively silencing her and distracting her all at once. Her lips curved into a smile, and breaking the passionate hold, she grinned up at him.

“Ready?” he asked, eyeing her fondly. 

“I thought you’d never ask,” she whispered. Holding onto his hand firmly, she allowed him to lead her through the halls, pleased that they didn’t run into anyone on the way. “So, how are we going to go about this?”

“What do you mean?” he inquired, slipping her a sidelong glance, as well as a sly smirk.

“I mean… what precautions have been made so that we aren’t found? Or, better yet, so that we can actually have some peace for once?”

He laughed warmly, creating a splendid feeling in her stomach at the thought of it being her who made him produce the lovely sound. She held onto him tighter yet as they made their way into the Entrance Hall, and to her astonishment, towards the dungeons. Selena stopped abruptly, and with a comforting smile, Severus turned to her, giving her hand an affectionate squeeze.

“Do you trust me?” he whispered, the warmth of his voice sending shudders down her spine. Hesitantly, she peered over his shoulder, and down the cobbled stairs of the dark dungeons. There wasn’t anything threatening in sight, though she hated the thought of going down and running into something – or worse, someone. “Do you trust me?” he repeated, encouraging a response.

“Of course, Severus. But, it’s not you that’s the problem,” she replied, looking unsure. “How can you assure me that there’s no one waiting for us down there?”

“I had a long chat with them,” he confessed. “And, believe me, they aren’t going to barge into our date night. They may, however, want to spy… but they will not interfere.”

“Spy?” she asked, disgusted. “Why would they –?”

“It’s no matter,” he interjected with a smirk. “We’re only down there for the meal. Afterwards, I have another plan in store for you.”

Though the blush had returned to her cheeks, it was nothing compared to the splendor that filled the pit of her stomach. Without further ado, he squeezed her hand firmly, and began leading her down the stairs, their footsteps echoing through the narrow space.

Fear twisted through her, but they continued on, and she let him guide her down to the very bottom where – as he promised – there wasn’t a soul in sight. The two walked through the dimly lit halls, and stopped upon what would normally be a locked door, but currently, opened at his touch.