Another Dark Star

Chapter 16- 7th year

One weekend in late February, Sadira got an owl from her cousins saying they were coming to collect her to sort out her mother’s house. Her heart sank at the thought of going back there again but she dutifully met them at the gates and they Apparated together to the house in Manchester.

It was a normal looking three-bedroom terraced in a Muggle area with a pretty little garden in front. But the memories inside were ugly and painful. She pulled together all her strength and put the key in the door. Molly entered the dark, narrow hall behind her, placing a hand on her shoulder.

She went straight up the stairs and turned down the hall to her own bedroom. Everything was still here, untouched. She refused to give in to the urge to throw herself on the bed and have a cry. Instead, she opened her wardrobe and drawers and began to sort through her clothes. She conjured a small suitcase and a few boxes. The clothes, books and other miscellaneous items she would be keeping were to go in these. She used Flagrate to put fiery crosses on the furniture she wanted to keep. She decided that most of her own things could go, being made of cheap plastic-coated chipboard. She shrunk what she was keeping from her room and moved on to her mother’s room.

All her mother’s clothes could go. Her jewellery was still there surprisingly, so she put the small wooden jewellery box in the pile with the better bed linens and personal mementoes she was keeping. Red crosses went on her mother’s wardrobes, dressing table and bedstead as they were all antiques, inherited from some ancient aunt.

She put what was left of Neil’s things in a cardboard box and took it into the garden. Molly watched sadly as her young niece set fire to the box and watched the flames consume it with a determined scowl on her face. She said nothing as she returned to the house and continued sorting through the property.

She explained to Arthur what she was keeping and told him that he and Molly were welcome to keep anything else they liked and to let the old man next door know his son could take anything they left. The old Muggle was in the Salvation Army and would make sure it went to a good cause. She also told him she intended to sell the house and buy a new place of her own once she left school. He said he would make the arrangements for her and have the proceeds of the sale transferred to her account. Arthur shrank all her furniture and put it in a small briefcase he had brought. He put all her boxes in there too, except her suitcase of clothes, which she was taking to school. He told her he would look after her stuff at the Burrow until she had her new place. It wasn’t going to take up any space in one case anyway!


When she got back to the castle, she was late for dinner and Severus couldn’t help but to notice her entrance and how down she looked. He caught up with her in the corridor after dinner.

“I see you were late for Dinner today Miss Prewett, may I ask why?” he said as a pair of Ravenclaw boys were about to ask her the same thing.

“I went to my mother’s house today.” She said sadly.

“I see. In that case, I think I need to speak with you in my office.” He said, wanting to comfort her away from prying eyes.

She nodded and followed him to his office, for all the world appearing as though he were merely fulfilling his duties as Head of House to a bereaved student.

“What happened?” he asked as she locked his office door behind her.

“I boxed up my and mum’s stuff, burned Neil’s and put the house up for sale.” She said simply.

“And how do you feel about this?” he asked. She laughed.

“Gods, you sound like one of those Muggle shrinks.” She smiled ruefully.

“I’m fine. She’s gone and that’s all there is to it. At least I never have to set foot in that bloody house again.” She finished. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head.

“You never have to go back there now. You are free of him.” He said.

“I know. I wish you could have come with me. I feel a lot better now I’m with you.” She said, leaning up for a proper kiss.

She let her grief and anger wash away in the warmth and safety of his embrace. She kissed him deeper with more passion, trailing little kisses down his jaw and throat while her fingers worked on his buttons.

“Gods, I want you.” She whispered breathily, running her hands over his skin.

“Sadira, I don’t think this is the right time. You are clearly upset and still grieving. I won’t let you make any choices you will regret after while you are in this state.” He warned her.

“Severus, I’ve wanted you for a long time now, but I need you tonight. Please, I need to feel you. I want you to take me now.” She pleaded.

He looked at her calculatingly for a moment, then walked over to a door she hadn’t noticed before.

“Come with me.” He said softly, holding out his hand for her to take.

“Where to?” she asked puzzled.

“My rooms.” He replied, as they entered a small but comfortable sitting room.

It was the same stone as the rest of the dungeons, but with a lower ceiling, making it feel cosier. He locked and warded the door as she took in her surroundings. There were two comfortable wing chairs in front of a small fireplace, and a leather sofa beside them, boxing in a small coffee table. The rest of the room was pretty much empty save for a large bookcase and a small drinks cabinet.

“This way,” he said, gesturing through another door.

“Wow, so this is your bedroom?” she asked.

It was very similar to the dorm rooms, only smaller for one person with a larger double four-poster bed with the same green and grey hangings as her own bed and two bedside cabinets, she paid little mind to the rest of the room and turned instead to him.

Wordlessly he lifted her up and placed her on the bed, kissing her deeply before pulling back and looking deeply into her forest eyes.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked her.

“Yes, I’m certain.” She said, pulling him down for a searing kiss.

She made short work of his buttons, trailing her nails down his bare chest tantalisingly. Slowly, reverently he removed her vest top and jeans, revealing enticing black lace lingerie. He kissed every available inch of bare flesh, teasing her further into a lustful frenzy.

She slipped his shirt off his shoulders and paused for a moment when she noticed the dark pink scar that was all that remained of his Dark Mark. Anger and regret passed over his face as he followed her gaze but she lightly passed her fingers over it in curiosity, not revulsion. She was not disgusted.

“So, it is true.” She whispered, but said no more on the subject.

Her hand moved up his strong arm to his shoulder, drawing him closer, pressing him to her bosom comfortingly. He quickly divested her of her bra and cupped one breast with his hand; pinching the rosebud with his fingers before teasing it with his tongue, taking it into his mouth as she ground her hips against his.

It was driving her mad, feeling his arousal and desire for her yet unable to relieve it. Her hands finally found his waistband, undoing his trousers and pushing both trousers and pants down, revealing him in all his naked glory.

As he paused to kick off the offending garments, she drew the blankets over them; partially to keep warm in the chilly dungeon room and partially because she was self-conscious about her body.

She took in the sight before her, savouring the moment she had fantasised about for so long; the lean, toned physique of her Potions Master, naked and proud, leaning over her and kissing her body, whispering to her in appreciation and desire.

“Gods you’re massive!” she whispered appreciatively, licking her lips as she stared at his impressive manhood. She was definitely good at boosting his fragile ego.

“And you are wearing entirely too much clothing.” he drawled, tugging on the flimsy lace knickers, removing them in one smooth movement.

He braced himself above her on his hands again, nudging her legs apart with his knees and eased himself into her slowly. She may not have been a virgin but he knew he could still hurt her if she wasn’t used to a man of his...proportions.

She cried out a little when he first entered her but as he slowly filled her it became a moan of pleasure. He built up a slow, steady rhythm, stroking her body and hair as he leaned on his elbows, revelling in her moans and the look of ecstasy on her beautiful face, knowing it was he alone who could make her feel like this.

Her hands roamed his back and chest, kissing his flesh and flicking her tongue over his nipples. She discovered this caused him to thrust deeper in response, something she took full advantage of. She kissed him deeply, rocking her hips to meet his, gripping his buttocks and pulling him deeper, leaving half-moons with her nails. Deeper she ground her core against him, desperate for her release encouraged by the groans her tight wet sheath elicited from him.

She wasn’t very experienced and was still almost painfully tight. He hadn’t made love to a woman like this in a long time and her ardent reciprocation of every teasing touch and fulfilling thrust was driving him closer to the edge. Just when he thought he could hold on no longer, her climax tore through her and she came, shuddering and screaming.

“Oh, Severus! Yes!” Her muscles clenched, sending him into blessed oblivion as her body milked him of his seed.

He pulled away from her to collapse, spent, by her side. She turned onto her side and regarded him lovingly, an exhausted smile on her face as she swept his sweat soaked hair off his face, kissing him softly and clinging to him once more.

Neither said a word for some time. They didn’t need to. The love they feared to speak was palpable in their afterglow as they lay together entwined in each other’s arms. It was she who finally spoke after what felt like an eternity.

“I suppose I’d best get out of here before anyone finds out I’m missing. Ow!” She cried out as she moved to sit up but a cramp ran through her abdomen. Snape sat up quickly, concern evident on his face.

“What is it?” he asked.

“Just a cramp.” She replied, but when she moved he noticed a spot of blood on the white cotton sheet where she had been sat.

“I thought you said you weren’t a virgin?” he asked, almost accusingly. He had been so sure of what he had seen in her mind.

“I wasn’t, why?” she asked in confusion.

“How much blood did you lose your first time?” he asked, now worried he may have hurt her, and how they would explain what happened to Madam Pomfrey.

“None, why? Should I have?” she asked, confused.

He paused in thought for a moment, then laughed in relief.

“I believe, Sadira, that I have just broken your Hymen. Nothing to worry about after all.” He replied.

“I thought that was meant to happen my first time?” she asked him.

“It appears Mr Higgs wasn’t up to the task. Never ask a boy to do a man’s job.” He replied smugly.

“Looks like I got my wish then. Technically at least, it seems you took my cherry!” she said smiling.

“An honour and a privilege, Milady.” He replied with a half-bow, grinning wickedly at her as she dressed.


He walked her to his door leading to his office, kissing her goodnight before he opened it.

“Severus, one day I would like to spend the night with you.” She said softly.

“If it is possible without risk of discovery, I would like that also.” he agreed. He was rewarded with a stunning smile, before she disappeared out of his office toward the Head Girl’s private room.

An hour later, Sadira was woken by quiet but insistent knocking at her door. She opened it, thinking it must be Jennie or Mary-Ann, her Slytherin associates. She was surprised to find her tall, dark lover stood there.

“Did you miss me?” she asked coyly as he entered her room.

“No! Well yes, but that is not why I’m here. You need to take this.” He said handing her a small glass bottle filled with a puce coloured potion. “I cannot believe I allowed us to forget such an important precaution.” He admonished himself as she downed it.

“What was it?” she asked.

“You just ingested a potion without knowing what it was?” he asked incredulously.

“I trust you.” She replied simply.

“It was a contraceptive,” he informed her.

“Oh my gods, I can’t believe I... I mean we nearly...oh!” she babbled, realising how serious the consequences could have been. “I think you might have to teach me how to make that.”

“I believe that might be wise,” he agreed. “That one is an emergency draught, effective for twenty four hours and can be used up to two days after coitus, there is also a monthly solution but unfortunately it has a few uncomfortable side effects.” He informed her.

“I think it might be a good idea for me to learn both, and take the monthly one.” She agreed.

“This one will make you feel sick and cause cramps tomorrow I am afraid.” He warned her.

“Good job it’s Sunday tomorrow then!” she said brightly.

“Do you want to stay here tonight?” she asked hopefully.

His eyes took in the slinky satin nightie she was wearing and her tousled hair flowing freely and they darkened with lust.

“You know I cannot, tempting as it is.” He replied heavily.

“Not tonight then, but the offer remains open for the future.” She told him, absently stroking her neckline, offering him a glimpse of her cleavage again.

“Teasing little minx.” he growled, capturing her lips in a hungry kiss then stalking out again before he changed his mind.