Another Dark Star

Chapter 21


The next week was an eventful one for the whole school, particularly Sadira and Severus. First Dumbledore received an owl from St Mungo’s saying Professor Jeffries had been released and would be fit to return to duty after the Easter holidays. Then Umbridge caught Potter and his gang at an illegal defence club, causing Dumbledore to leave and instating Umbridge as Headmistress. Finally on a personal note, Potter found his way into a pensieve of Severus’ worst memories. All in all, the Easter holidays were a welcome break for everyone.

Tonks Owled Sadira with the date and details of the hen night. Molly had to come and Tonks herself. One of Sadira’s old Slytherin pals, Mary-Anne had consented to attend, once the initial shock of her husband’s name wore off, and Alexis had been pleased to accept. She was glad that Sadira had moved on and found a wizard who could make her happy.


They were going to a member’s club in Muggle London that Tonks had managed to get them on the guest list of. Sadira and Molly were to meet Tonks at Grimmauld Place, then meet the other girls at the club. They had agreed that, rather than risk Apparating drunk and getting lost, Severus would accompany her to her father’s house and wait for her there then bring her home.

The only reason he was willing to spend the evening with Sirius and Remus was that he wanted her to return to him instead of stay the night in London. That and it was an excuse to peruse the Black family library in peace. Sadira and Tonks got ready in her room while Molly waited in the kitchen, where Severus was sat reading the Evening Prophet. She was nervous about going out with the girls to a young venue; she thought they were just going to the pub. Her hair and make-up were nice, but she didn’t really have anything suitable for clubbing and so wore a smart pair of black pants and a pretty top and hoped she wouldn’t stand out too much.


Tonks came down first in purple leather pants and a pink halter top, with purple hair and a UV collar.

“Wotcher Molly, you look nice.”

“Thanks Tonks, but I’m sure I’ll stick out like a sore thumb. Maybe I shouldn’t go.”

“No chance, Sadie would be gutted. Besides, we’re down as a hen party; we’ll just say you’re the mother of the bride!”

“Time to go people, drinkin’ time’s a-wastin’” Sadira called from the doorway. She was dressed in a tiny gold chainmail top, ruby red satin hot pants and gold strappy sandals that criss-crossed up her calves.

“Sadie dear, you need to put your dress on first.” Molly said kindly.

“Oh auntie Mol-Mol, you’re so old fashioned.” Sadira giggled.

“Severus, please. Surely you don’t think that’s suitable for her to wear outside the house?” Molly pleaded, appealing to him to intervene. Severus looked his young wife up and down over the top of his paper.

“Of course not.” He replied and with a flick of his wand, her top and shoes were silver and her shorts were emerald green.

“Much better.” He said with a smirk and went back to his reading.

“Thanks Love. I’ll see you later.” She said, kissing his cheek and pulling Molly out with her.

They passed the doorman no bother; Molly even loosened up when one of the bouncers complimented her hair! She was a little uncomfortable upon meeting Sadira’s former lesbian lover, but upon talking to the girl found she was a lovely, warm person whom she came to like very much.

The young women danced like they were possessed and the drinks kept coming. Molly didn’t drink much but Tonks insisted that all the younger women started on Tequila slammers. They moved onto a game of ‘who can order the cocktail with the rudest name’ and finished up getting wrecked on Absinthe. They left Alexis, who was getting picked up by her girlfriend, and M.A. whose dad was coming for her, at the club.


Together the three witches took a taxi back to Grimmauld Place, collapsing through the door in a fit of giggles. Molly shuffled carefully into the kitchen to put the kettle on, while Tonks and Sadie tried to keep each other upright while singing lewd songs in slurred voices at the top of their lungs.

“Good night then was it?” Sirius asked, amused.

“Yeah, you should come with us next time.” Sadie said.

“I’d love to Pet, but I’m a wanted criminal remember?” he said, putting an arm round each girl and steadying them.

“Yeah, but you could kill the Queen in broad daylight at Teatime and still get into this one club I know that same evening. They understand discretion.” She replied, trying to tap her nose conspiratorially, but missing and poking herself in the eye.

“We might even find you a girlfriend.” She added; giggling.

“Yes well, at this rate your husband,” he said the word with distaste, “will never let you out again.”

“Oh really? Where is my hubby then?” she asked, sipping on the black coffee Molly provided.

“He was in the library last I saw him.” Sirius replied vaguely.

“I take it from the smell of extremely strong coffee that you had a good evening?” Severus remarked drily as he came into the kitchen.

“Oh yes! I can’t see straight, walk straight and my feet hurt. Top banana!” she said with a grin, giving the thumbs up.

“I had better get you home then.” He said, shaking his head. She said her goodbyes and he Apparated them both to Hogwarts’ gates.

Hagrid had made sure there was a carriage waiting for them when they returned.

“You are a very lucky girl. You never would have made it if we had to walk.” he admonished gently as he helped her up.

“I love you.” Was her only reply, as she grinned up at him from the seat next to him.

He assumed the drink and the motion of the carriage would have her falling asleep soon, but after a while she climbed onto his lap and began running her hands all over him.

“Gods, you’re gorgeous.” She purred, kissing his neck.

“Now I know you’re drunk.” He replied, but put his arms around her, holding her in place.

She ran her hands through his hair, savouring the softness between her fingers before leaning in and kissing him. She tasted of alcohol and fruit, and something bitter he couldn’t quite place. Her kiss became more demanding as she pressed her body firmly against him and her questing fingers began to unbutton his clothes. He caught her wrists and pulled back.

“Sadie, stop it. You’re drunk and we’re in a carriage, nearly at the school.” He warned her.

“I don’t care, and I’m sobering up quickly.” She replied planting tiny kisses on his throat, making him want to give her what she wanted right there in the carriage.

“Wait till we get back to our bed then.” He said, gently pushing her off as they entered the courtyard.

They all but ran down to the dungeons, Sadira wrapped in his travelling cloak in case any students breaking curfew happened by.

He locked and warded the door, while she poured him a drink and waited in the bedroom, taking off her torturous heels. She smiled lasciviously as he entered their room, and she handed him the drink. As soon as he downed the amber liquid she pushed him back onto the bed.

“I want you so much,” she moaned, crawling cat-like over his prone body, clumsily undoing his clothes.

He sat up and kissed her neck and shoulder as he untied the metal top, grinning when it revealed her naked breasts. She had been unable to wear a bra under the revealing garment and he took advantage of the ease of access, lapping and nipping at her nipples as she pushed his shirt off him.

When they were both topless, she pressed herself against him desperate to feel his skin against hers as they lavished each other with ardent kisses. He rolled her onto her back so she could remove his trousers while he continued to tease her breasts; sucking, licking and pinching the hard nubs until she was squirming with pleasure.

When she had him naked, she pushed him onto his back again and released him. He shuffled further up the bed to rest on the pillows, taking in the view before him. She stood above him, slowly sliding down her shorts to reveal a flimsy mesh thong. He caught her leg with his own, toppling her onto him and catching her carefully.

“Useless item,” he growled, slipping his hands under the thong and tearing it off with one firm tug. Now she was naked before him he slid a hand down her curvy belly to her mound, slipping a finger into her. She was already extremely wet and ready for him, she wouldn’t last much longer.

She tried to pin him but in her inebriated state she was no match for him. He pushed her onto her back and entered her swiftly. No need for tenderness, tonight was about raw need. He pounded her mercilessly and she scraped her nails down his back in her passion, gripping his arse hard and pulling him into her deeper, grinding her clit against his pubic bone with every jerk of his hips.

“Harder, faster, deeper! Oh gods yes!” she cried.

He wasn’t sure he could hold on for her climax and he didn’t care. She made him feel so wanted, needed, alive. She could turn him on in an instant like the flick of a switch and her ecstatic moans made his balls tighten. He couldn’t help biting down on her shoulder, leaving a mark.

He pinned her in place, bruising her upper arms in the process almost as if he were branding her as his property. However the pain only increased her pleasure, sending her over the edge. She came hard, bucking violently against him and clutching him to her.

This was too much for him and with a roar and a jerk he released into her, slamming her head into the headboard. It was a few minutes before he realised the marks he had made, but before he could apologise she had already fallen asleep with a beautiful smile on her face.

‘My thoroughly fucked wife.’ He thought with a grin before putting out the light.


She woke the next morning with a killer hangover, sore arms and feet and absolutely starving. She padded into the parlour in a vest top and girl boxers cradling her head. Severus was already awake and watched her with amusement.

“Good night, last night then?” he asked facetiously.

“Well, I reek of sex so I assume so.” She glared back. She wanted food before a shower.

“Here; just because I love you.” he said holding out a small bottle of purplish potion. “For your head.” She managed a weak smile and downed it. After a few minutes her headache was gone and she felt ready for some breakfast, which was laid out on two trays.

“I was going to suggest breakfast in bed, but as you’re already up.” He said, gesturing to the table.

“Thank you Severus. I appreciate you going to all this effort.” She said graciously, snuggling up next to him on the sofa and beginning to demolish her boiled egg with gusto. They ate in relative peace, and when they finished, she tucked her legs up on the sofa and curled into him again.

“Do you remember anything about last night?” he asked smirking.

“Well. I remember getting frisky in the carriage and finishing it here.” She replied drily.

“Anything else?” he replied unperturbed.

“Most of it actually. We danced for a bit, but mostly just talked. I haven’t seen Mary-Anne in some time and she was quite shocked to hear I’d settled down so young. Especially when she found out whom I married.”

“Oh really? And did the gossipy Miss Miles have anything else to say on the matter?” he inquired. He remembered how bad the two girls had been for talking once they got started.

“Well, she always knew you liked me best at school but not how much, even after the Leaver’s Ball. Of course I didn’t tell her I had been sleeping with you then. She did ask me what I see in you though.” She admitted.

“And what was your reply?” he asked intrigued. Sadira grinned.

“I told her you’re hung like a horse and fuck like a piston!” she giggled. He looked shocked then smirked.

“Well at least you didn’t lie to her.” He replied, looking smug.

“I could have gone on for hours about how I feel about you but I decided to tell her something that would shock her. She’s bound to spread that one around. Your reputation is about to get a boost my love.” She smiled.

“Aunt Molly nearly choked when she heard that though; I forgot she was with us you see.” She added looking sheepish. Sadira stretched, then winced.

“I’m sorry about that.” He said guiltily, referring to her arms.

“It’s ok, I bet your back kills too.” She replied casually.

“Little tiger, I should have your claws clipped.” He growled, but smiled at her. He was glad she could simply accept him for who he was. Even when his darker, nastier side emerged. Not every woman could cope with waking up with strange bruises from her husband but she knew he didn’t intend to hurt her. They both just got carried away sometimes.

“I’m going to miss waking up with you when I return to the Ministry.” She said mournfully.

“That brings me to a subject I have been meaning to discuss with you; our marital home. Where do you intend we should live now we are married?” he asked

“I don’t know. I know you hate living at Spinner’s End, although I believe you are a lot more attached to the old place than you realise. I wouldn’t mind living there, but I am also quite fond of my little flat after four years. I suppose we could even consider somewhere completely different even?” she suggested.

“I have been thinking along those same lines, more or less. I thought perhaps a home nearer to the school would allow us more time together during term time.” He proposed.

“Maybe, but we don’t have to do anything yet. Come and join me in the shower.” She said, standing and brushing toast crumbs from her clothes. He didn’t need to be told twice.