And Time Dies

A/N: Chapter 1 Warnings: Underaged explicit sex (14/14), Hetsex, references to non-con


Severus grunted as he ran his hands over Lily's body, together they were young, supple. Her beautiful eyes were shut as she breathed heavily, as Severus gently pinched the brownish nipples that seemed so eager. He was slow, exploratory. Lily's eyes fluttered open as his mouth met her small breast, his tongue moving against her erect nipple with limited skill, but much passion. She ran one hand through his greasy hair, gasping as one hand reached between her legs and pushed aside her panties, the last article of clothing she wore. He didn't touch her immediately, and Lily growled, grabbing his hair as her free hand wandered down to force his fingers against her clitorus.

"Touch me there," she ordered, her words coming out sharp and breathless as he obliged. He rubbed his thumb against her gently, still nibbling at her breasts, his free hand massaging her other breast.

He looked up, obsidian eyes meeting emeralds, "I love you," he told her, his voice shaky.

"I love you, back," she said, sounding mischevious as she pulled away from him. He looked surprised as her panties snapped back into place.

"What-?"

"Just lay down," she told him, sitting up and pushing him onto his back. She slipped one hand up through his robes and felt for the bulge that was surely there. When she found it, she rubbed it through the fabric before undoing his pants, spreading Severus' legs and pulling his pants away. What she saw was not disappointing, but it was no James Potter. She'd sneaked a peak here and there, taking a guess at the Quidditch player's size.

Lily sighed, she had to admit it, she was disappointed. Still, she leaned forward and experimentally flicked her tongue out over the uncut head, tasting the pearl of precum that had settled there. The flavour was unappealing, but she took him into his mouth anyways. Severus writhed beneath her. He jerked his hips accidentally, unwillingly sending his thin, short member into the back of her throat. She choked and backed away quickly.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled, angry at himself.

Lily said nothing, only sat back and peeled away her panties. "It's okay," she finally said as she crawled up to him again, taking her fingers and pulling it along his dripping penis. She took her wand and mumbled an anti-conception charm, then pulled Severus back up off of his back. "Take me, Severus?" she asked softly, her eyes shining as he sat up, then leaned forward and kissed her roughly. He was a clumsy kisser, his mouth open too wide, thrusting his tongue in too roughly, too wetly, but she didn't mind. The moment was here, she would lose her virginity to Severus Snape, the boy she'd loved since before they were even attending Hogwarts.

In a motion that mimicked her earlier pushing down of him, he pushed her down, a little roughly. It knocked her breath out slightly, but she spread her legs and wrapped them around his waist. Severus started to guide himself in, and Lily grunted. "Ow!" she complained, then batted his hand away and guided him herself. Once he had the tip in, he entered slowly, hissing. Then he couldn't hold back.

Together they rocked, Severus overly rough as Lily whimpered. She felt sore and aching as he rammed into her. She'd thought he was small. She was wrong. Or maybe she was right, but for a first time, it was massive. Tears formed in her eyes as he gripped at her sides, her own nails scratching over and over against his neck as she struggled to maintain her hold. It was rough, it was anything but romantic, but it was love, right? In a moment, it was over. Severus came and he gasped her name, he collapsed onto her and nibbled her neck tiredly.

"That was... amazing," he whispered, panting, still inside her. Lily nodded, though it was a lie. She'd heard it hurt the first time. She had thought it was a lie, an attempt to keep girls from making love. She didn't want to hurt his feelings though.

After some time, the fourth years removed themselves from eachother. Severus dressed Lily lovingly, kissing her swollen labia tenderly before covering them with her panties, kissing her breasts before her bra, her belly before the rest of the clothes. She smiled. For all that he'd been clumsy in their lovemaking, he was a romantic, sweet and loving and sensual. His voice was still unbroken, but it was sexy, she thought. She helped him with his pants, and then they parted ways, walking separate paths away from the treeline of the Forbidden Forest, where they had just done the forbidden.

Before they separated, they whispered I-love-yous.

-

Severus sighed as he disappeared into the bathroom, washing his face absently. That had been... as he'd said earlier, amazing. He couldn't help but remember the feel of her breast in his mouth, her mouth against his, her tongue on the tip of his organ. The look of her eyes as they physically removed themselves from one another, the look of love, relief. He was relieved too, that at last they'd been able to physically share their love. He remembered the tight heat that had been between her legs, the wetness, the lust.

In a moment, he felt an uncomfortable tightness in his pants. He was hard again. He glanced around and started for a stall, shoved down his pants, and took his member in his hand and began to masturbate. He licked his thumb and flicked it over the head of his penis, pretending it was Lily, then slowly thrust his hips in rhythm with his hand. It wasn't the real thing, but with the memories, it was almost just as good.

He came again, and then cleaned himself. Now it was time to head for his common room. He smirked as he walked out of the bathroom, looking quite pleased with himself. He had just made love with Lily Evans. Potter hadn't. He never would, Severus decided. He would marry Lily, and together they'd have children. He'd change his name maybe, to Prince, just so that they could pretend their children were purebloods. Mr. and Mrs. Severus Prince. Mrs. Lily Prince. She would be his, and he would be hers. It would be wonderful.

Maybe they'd have a daughter and name her Eileen. That would be nice. He daydreamed as he walked, reaching the Slytherin dormitory without any problems. He did take one more detour to remove a third erection. When he got older, he would realize that he was so young that he could probably have gone for several more rounds before exhausting himself. Though, always the science sort, he did take note that his semen was considerably clearer the third time around.

He mumbled the password, and entered. His mood was subdued immediately as most of the Slytherins in the common room actively avoided him. He wanted to tell somebody about what he'd done, that he wasn't a virgin anymore. They always told him he would never, ever get laid, but here he was, not a virgin. Well, Lily probably wouldn't like that. Anyways, it was time for homework. He shuffled up the stairs and into his dorm where he settled into an essay on the history of the Ogham runic alphabet and its uses in modern day magic.


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Back in the girls' bathroom on the second floor, Lily was curled up in a stall at the end, carefully wiping the blood from between her legs. People had stopped her on the way, asking if something was wrong, she looked as if she were in pain. And she was. She had told them no, and to her close friends who were girls, said she was suffering from cramps. They had all forgotten that she'd had her period only the week before. She winced as she slipped her fingers between her legs to see if there was any more blood. There was none, so she cleaned her underwear.

She was already regretting it, giving her virginity to Severus. Suddenly she felt very young. Fourteen didn't seem as old as it used to be. She wished she had waited, She drew her knees in and held them close, tears overflowing.

"I did that once," Moaning Myrtle said. She'd been peaking over the top of the stall the entire time, Lily hadn't noticed.

"Did what?" she asked.

"Lost my virginity," Myrtle snickered. "It was there one moment, and then after that I couldn't find it again. I think someone had stolen it," she said softly. "You know, Edward Thorne just couldn't keep his hands off of me!"

Lily glared at the ghost, "I don't particularly care, Myrtle. I'm sorry," she added, fearing the ghost's wailing tears.

"Well, I was just saying I can relate. He was a handsom enough boy, but you know, they can be so rough. He grabbed my hair and practically dragged me to this room... I never can find it, but it was I suppose perfect. He tied me up," she said almost eagerly.

"Myrtle, I don't want to hear it!" Lily managed to sound somewhat angry.

Myrtle floated closer to Lily, getting closer. Lily inched away, not particularly wanting to touch a ghost. "It was romantic, he lit candles and held me down, his hands were all over me. You know, he didn't touch me down THERE for a while," she thrust her hand between Lily's legs. Lily screamed.

"STOP THAT!" she bellowed, standing abruptly and starting out the door.

"Stop what? Anyways, it was beautiful when he whipped me. Don't you want to hear about it? It did hurt dearly when he used all those objects on me. I'm not sure when I lost my virginity though, but next thing you know, I'm pregnant!"

Lily gasped, her hand on the door to leave the bathroom entirely. "Pregnant?"

Myrtle nodded, a simpering expression on her look. "Uh-huh. Pregnant. I told him as much. He punched me in the stomach, and that was that!" She smiled coyly.

"You... you lost your baby?" Lily asked, her question almost too quiet to hear.

"I did. It was probably a good thing," she said, still smiling.

"I guess so, since you died so soon after..."

"What! Don't you think I would've been a good mother, dead or alive? Is there something that only you LIVING girls can be good mothers! Oh!" Lily regretted her words, Moaning Myrtle had begun moaning and wailed into the toilets. Soon, the taps moved, and Lily understood. Myrtle was flooding the bathroom.

Awkwardly, Lily ran out of the bathroom. Luckily, nobody saw her as she ran up to the Gryffindor Common-Room, and then to her room. She collapsed into her bed and pulled the posters shut. There, she silently cried. At least she wouldn't get pregnant. She had used an anti-conception charm that her pure-blood and half-blood friends had taught her. They'd learned it from their parents. That much was a relief.