Mrs.Malfoy

Author Note: I need to concentrate on Emilia for just a bit because she does have an important role to play later on. There are just a few things you need to know about her first. Gonna skip a couple months. Sorry, but necessary.. Either that or this story is going to go dull waiting for something exciting to happen.

Three months of gruelling and tedious tours, paperwork, public appearances, and pureblood parties made Emilia absolutely exhausted. She found it quite nice to realize that tonight was her fifth “date” with Severus.

It was like pulling teeth trying to get the man to admit that he was interested, if even a little. Emilia realized that someone had been in his life before her, but she never commented nor did she dig for any kind of information. The first time she brought up the matter, he had become rigid; his responses deliberate and controlled. She could recognize a touchy subject when one presented itself.

Therefore, she forewent the usual first date, second date conversations. Instead, she concentrated on his past and current work. He politely answered all of her questions, even going so far as to invite her to tea the next day to discuss the topics further. And so, they kept to meeting for dinner once a month and tea the next day. They were both far too busy to be together anymore than that.

Emilia had awoken from her nap and began to get ready. Once out of the shower, she withdrew a rather demure emerald robe from the wardrobe and matching heeled boots. She decided on a simple style for her hair, gently pulling the locks that framed her face back and clasping it with a emerald encrusted barrette; the colour of which complimented the deep red of her hair.

She Apparated to a small corner of the alley between the restaurant she and Severus usually dined and the apothecary they usually found themselves in shortly after dinner. She noticed Severus standing some feet away with his back to her. She approached.

“Good evening, Emilia,” he said in greeting before the witch was even beside him.

She laughed silently at his apt ability to determine her presence. “Good evening, Severus. Shall we go in?”

The dinner itself was nothing extraordinary, however, Emilia did take notice to Severus’ attitude and conversation. It was beyond polite. Relaxed would be a good word. After everything she had heard on the streets about him and his…what was the word…snarky behavior, tonight was quite a surprise. Lucius had told her at the last pureblood gathering that Severus was a recluse when it came to matters of the heart. Well, let’s be honest. Lucius didn’t say heart, more like an organ located a couple feet lower on the body. Remembering how forward and crude Malfoy was, Emilia let the comment slide.

It did, however, beg the attention. What did he do to…take care of things? Surely he found some two galleon an hour tart in Knockturn Alley. But for some reason, Emilia couldn’t consider that a part of his repertoire. He seemed to closed up at first to even give it a thought. From what she could decipher from him, he most probably brewed to keep his mind off the ache below his belt.

Her musings became interrupted when Severus’, having finished his meal, rose from his seat and reached out to take her hand.

“I thought perhaps you might enjoy an evening stroll,” he said casually.

She smiled sweetly and took his hand. After Severus paid the bill, he held the door for her and then placed his cloak around her shoulders when she shivered against the cold air of March.

“Thank you,” she said demurely.

He nodded slightly but kept silent. Silent. The entire walk back to Emilia’s flat was silent. It was up to her to force the man into a conversation, but she wasn’t sure how she was going to manage it. After a few moments of opening her mouth to speak then closing it over and over again, Emilia looked up to see they were at her door.

“Thank you for a wonderful evening, Emilia,” Severus said as he usually did to finish the evening before Apparating back to wherever he goes.

Emilia smiled. “Thank you, Severus. So I shall see you tomorrow around one?”

He looked up the street and down the street. No one was around. Severus Snape was a private man, as everyone knows. He didn’t want an audience.

He cupped a hand gently around the side of her face and pulled her close. “I see no need to part if we are to see each other again so soon. Forgive me for being forward…”

Her brow furrowed. “Forward?”

And before she was able to complete the word, his mouth closed against hers. The kiss was deep and sensual. Emilia found herself not only holding on to Severus to keep him close, but also to keep from falling when her knees seemed to go weak. This was their first official kiss, and it was the best kiss Emilia had ever experienced.

She thought back while his tongue tickled her delicate lips. This was the best kiss she had ever experienced save one other. It was similar to this. She knew what triggered her to think on it at this moment. She just didn’t want to think on what would happen when the truth came out. Severus may not be completely open about his previous relationships, but Emilia wasn’t either. She just hoped it didn’t hurt Severus.

Stepping back from the kiss, Emilia caught her breath and opened the door. She looked through her eyelashes at Severus. “Would you like to come in?”

Severus knew what she was asking. The question itself was code for ‘I’m ready to spend the night with you.’ He smiled as the thought briefly twittered through his mind. He nodded slightly as his eyes grew dark in anticipation. He noted that Emilia was a very direct person by nature, confident and secure in her own skin. So, he did the only thing he thought she would enjoy. He took her, wantonly.

As soon as the door closed behind them, Severus took hold of Emilia by the waist and pushed her into the wall. His body pressed firmly against hers while his mouth sought hers out hungrily. Emilia’s arms entwined around his neck hard. His body felt so warm, so hard, so….aahhh….

“There’s…a….bedroom….” she stammered through heavy kisses.

Severus ducked his head to her neck and began nibbling at her delicate flesh. His ministrations with this hand against her breast and his teeth against her neck elicited moans from her throat. She had to lie down before she became so light-headed she would pass out and ruin the moment. She shoved Severus away.

He looked angry at first. Confused, even. That is, until Emilia took out her wand and removed most of he clothing leaving only a pale green camisole and matching panties. She let down her hair and began walking backwards to the bedroom, keeping Severus in her sights. The man was positively astounded. He took in every curve, line, and shadow of her body. It was marvellous the way it was. He wondered if he would be able to control himself when she was completely bare. He could already see her arousal as her taught nipples tinted the satin on her chest. He wanted to bite them, taste them, suck them. He was across the room in seconds sweeping Emilia up in his arms as he kissed her furiously and took her to the bedroom.

Passion was an understatement. The way he touched her, the way she caressed him; it all enveloped them. Severus reached down to lift the camisole over Emilia’s head. He followed the curve of her breasts as the satin peeled away. He moved his hand over her smooth stomach and felt a flitter, her belly trembling in desire and anticipation. She looked into his eyes begging for more, and he gave it to her, slowly slipping into her warmth. It was a welcomed sensation, somewhat familiar. For a brief moment, Severus wondered if this is what they mean by finding your soul mate. That every touch and feeling feels like you’ve been there before and claim it as home. It was sensual.

Severus took his time delving into her depths. Methodically, rhythmically, deliberately, teasingly plunging into her. Her face was skewed in pleasure. She opened her eyes enough to see him staring at her intently.

They both felt the inevitable approaching. Severus rolled her over on top of him. He wanted to see her thrash in the throes of orgasm. She threw her head back and revelled in the sensation of his pulsing appendage nudging her cervix time and time again. Severus sat up and held onto her. She straightened her head to look into his eyes. Her hips ground harder into his. Severus’ eyes shut in marvellous ecstasy. Emilia could no longer hold her head up and dropped it against his chest. They panted and heaved. The very next second found them bursting over the edge in unison.

“Hermione,” he groaned and whispered.

“Severus,” she replied.

Neither of them seemed to catch the slip of the tongue as they released themselves into the night.

AN: Though it was time someone got some again… hehe… The next chapter starts the peak of the story. GUESS WHAT!? You get to find out who the daddy is!!! WOOHOO!! Yes, I know you love me! HAHA!! I was lying in bed last night thinking about the next chapter. I must say smug was an understatement at the ideas that crossed my mind. You will enjoy it!