Quicksilver

Quicksilver pt6







The next morning, Severus met up with Electra at the breakfast table.



“What did Lupin want last night?” he asked with a sour look.



“Not much. He just wanted me to know he’s figured out what we were up to yesterday, and he’ll try and keep Sirius Black off our case.” She stroked his hand under the table. “Will I get to spend time with you today?”



“I’ll meet you by the tree after lunch.” He replied, scanning the great hall to see if anyone was watching them.



“You look nervous, why?” she asked.



“I...I just don’t want anyone else to know about us yet.”



“Why, are you ashamed of me?” she asked jokingly with a smile.



“Of course not.” He snapped, but softened when he saw her face. “I just have my reasons. Please trust me.”



“Of course I trust you. It might be exciting, a secret romance! I was never really one for public displays of affection anyway, so vulgar!” she replied. He smirked at her last remark.



“Don’t worry, I’ll make it up to you.” He whispered into her ear as he left, making her tingle with anticipation. She chewed absently on a crust of toast; watching him leave as Potter’s gang entered, tripping him as he passed. Remus caught her eye and winked conspiratorially. She choked and blushed, dropped the crust and fled to her first class.



“What did you say to Marshall now?” asked Sirius.



“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.” He replied with a grin, feeling it wasn’t his place to tell everyone about Electra’s love life.







Their relationship progressed steadily over the next few weeks, with stolen kisses and secret rendez-vous. However, certain students were smart enough to figure out what was going on, especially as one of them had a friend who knew the truth that she could nag into confessing.



Unfortunately for Severus, this happened right before first period, double potions. Usually an easy lesson, however today, Lily Evans was on a mission to interfere. She slammed her cauldron onto the bench next to his with a stern look on her face.



“We need to talk.” She said in a dangerous tone.



“Really Evans, if you need help in the subject you should ask nicely.” He replied acidly.



“Funny ha! That’s not what I mean and you know it. This has nothing to do with Potions.” She snapped irritably.



“Well it should, this class is important,” he said over his shoulder as he went to the supply cupboard.



“Remus told me about you and Elektra.” She hissed when he returned.



“He has no right to interfere, and nor do you.” He snarled.



“Look, I’m just concerned for her safety. I know the kind of company you keep and it isn’t fair to put her in danger because of your feelings for her.” Lily whispered as Slughorn neared their bench.



“And what of her feelings for me?” Severus asked simply. Lily’s jaw dropped.



“So it’s true then. You are going out with her?” she asked incredulously.



“Why so shocked? Just because you chose Potter over me, doesn’t mean no other girl could have affection for me. Did you expect me to pine over you forever?” he spat.



“Of course not, I’m glad you’ve moved on with your life. I just question whether or not you can make her happy.” She said



“As I said before, that is none of your concern. And I would appreciate it if you and certain others would cease discussing my private affairs.” He sneered at her. She gaped at him and looked over to James and Remus who shrugged.



“Sev I...” she began.



“Just work on your solution.” He barked, earning a look from Professor Slughorn.







By the time he reached their tree, Severus was in a foul mood. Double Potions should have been a breeze but his chat with Lily got his hackles up. Ignoring the Gryffindors glares and whispers, and the murderous glare on Sirius’ face got him in a nark enough but the Slytherins were getting just as bad. It looked like their secret was not going to last past today. Apparently, Mulciber overheard what Lily had said and he and Bellatrix Black spent the entire lesson taunting him, making lewd and suggestive comments behind his back.



Electra was already there, lying on top of her robes, her tie pulled loose and her summer blouse unbuttoned slightly, her hair fanning out like shiny brown snakes on the grass. She had just finished a daisy chain bracelet and was admiring it on her wrist when he threw his bag against the tree and dropped to the ground in temper, hands on his head and knees on his elbows. She bolted upright at the noise but settled when she recognised the cause.



“Bad morning?” she asked, placing an arm on his shoulder.



“Whatever gave you that idea?” he asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. She didn’t reply but moved closer, stroking his hair and waited for him to explain. “I don’t think we’re a secret anymore.” He sighed, looking up at her.



“Is that a bad thing?” she asked.



“I don’t want to get into details, but some people have been saying some nasty things about you, just because you’re with me.” He explained.



“I don’t care, they’re all just petty children. They don’t mean anything to me so what they say doesn’t matter either. I only care about the opinions of people I care about.” She assured him. “Come on, let’s go for a walk.” She said, standing up.



“We don’t have time.” He replied bitterly.



“So, let’s skive off next class. It’s just one lesson. We can say we didn’t feel well and catch up our class notes later.” She suggested mischievously.



“We can’t miss class, NEWTs this year for me, next year for you. It’s too important.” He said in a serious tone.



“I don’t know about you but all I’ve got is Charms. Flitwick will let me off, he’s always lenient to Ravenclaws.” She said with a pleading look.



“Oh, very well. I only have History of Magic, I think I have that covered.” He conceded, grabbing his bag and taking her hand. “So, where are we going?” he asked as she led the way.



“The other side of the lake, it’s beautiful over there. So quiet and it’s got tree cover so no-one will spot us.” She said with a saucy grin, slipping her arm around him and pulling him closer. They walked through the trees in companionable silence until they reached a shingle beach.



“This is the spot.” She told him, pointing to the view across the lake of a small wooded island and behind it, the mountains and hills of the Scottish countryside sprawled into the horizon.



“Lovely isn’t it?” she exclaimed.



“Beautiful,” he replied, not taking his eyes off her.



“I see your mood is improved,” she said shyly, looking up into his face, her fingers stroking the collar of his robes.



“Much improved, thank you.” He said, brushing a tendril of hair from her face. He leaned in and kissed her, his right hand running through her hair, to the nape of her neck, as his left swept under her robe to her waist,as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to him as she stood on tiptoes to reach him. He noticed her struggle and smirked into the kiss, moving both hands to her waist and lifting her up, while she gripped his shoulders for balance.



“This is a little awkward isn’t it?” she joked when they broke apart.



“Perhaps we should sit then?” he suggested. They spread their robes out over the pebbles, and lay on them, using their bags as pillows, staring at the clouds side by side with fingers entwined.



“You know, people said you would be a bad influence on me. I guess I proved them wrong already.” She said with a grin.



“Yes, you have proved to be quite persuasive.” He said with a wry smile. She rolled over, lying on top of him with her hands on his chest, her face inches from his.



“You have no idea how persuasive I can be,” she purred, licking her lips. In one swift fluid movement, he reversed their positions, pinning her hands at her sides, smirking.



“And you have no idea what I am capable of.” He growled seductively, kissing and nipping her neck and collarbone, pleasantly surprised to hear her moan and whimper. His lips moved to hers, kissing her deeply as her hands now moved under his shirt, stroking his back and pressing him to her as his hands roamed her hips and chest. Suddenly he stopped and moved away. She looked at him, confused and a little hurt.



“I think we should slow down.” He said sitting up and smoothing down his robes and hair.



“Why? What’s the matter Sev?” she asked.



“Nothing, I just think we’ve gone far enough for now. We’ve only been together for a few weeks and I don’t want to push you into doing something you later regret.” He assured her.



“I don’t regret anything I’ve ever done with you, and I never will,” she said, reaching out to him, but noticing her watch. “But we should get back now, nearly time for double Potions” she said, hoisting herself up with his help and walking back to the castle.



“So, why was your morning so bad?” she ventured, now he had cheered up.



“A few idiots in my class were making disparaging remarks about you.” He muttered darkly.



“Impugning my honour you mean?” she joked.



“Exactly so.” He replied seriously.



“Oh, Sev. Do you really think I care what those morons have to say?” she reassured him



“And when they find we have disappeared for an hour together?” he questioned, raising a brow.



“Then I’ll tell them it’s true what they say about men with big noses; you’re hung like a horse!”

She retorted cheekily, gesturing obscenely and giggling. His jaw dropped and he stopped dead in his tracks.



“I’m being serious,” he managed to say when he regained his composure.



“So was I. If I’m going to be labelled as easy, we may as well give them a good story to circulate.”



“No, I don’t want you to lower yourself to their level; you’re too good for that.” He chided softly, stopping her to look in her eyes. She saw the sincerity and affection in his face and felt bad for making light of the situation.



“I love you Severus Snape,” she whispered softly, kissing him swiftly.



“You...love me?” he asked in disbelief. No-one ever said they loved him. He doubted even his mother really felt love for him.



“Of course I do.” She replied smiling, taking his hand again as they left the cover of the forest. He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her closer possessively as they neared a group of wide-eyed Hufflepuff 4th years.



“I love you too Electra,” he whispered to her, lighting up her face.



“Are you ready to face them all down?” she asked, putting an arm round his waist and leaning her head against his chest lightly as they entered the castle.



“Oh yes, I’ve been waiting a long time for this.” He said, grinning evilly as he noticed the one person he really wanted to see first; Sirius Black. He looked up from whatever scheme he was working on with Lupin and his face and jaw fell.



“No. Bloody. Way!” Sirius spluttered when he saw the happy couple; Electra smiling happily whereas Severus smirked in triumph.



“That explains why Snivelly wasn’t in class today!” James remarked in shock.



“James, leave it for today.” Remus warned. “It isn’t our business.”



“Sod that, it is my business.” Sirius bolted down the stairs towards them but was halted when in a split second both Severus and Electra had their wands aimed at him.



“Back. Away!” Electra warned dangerously. Sirius stared incredulously and stormed back up the stairs, turning back every few steps to glare at them. He childishly made a retching noise and action when Electra kissed Severus goodbye, skipping down the stairs to the dungeons for Potions as Severus followed the Gryffindors up the stairs for Charms.







“Late again Miss Marshall?” Professor Slughorn remarked as she searched the room for an available spot.



“Sorry Professor,” she said, pulling an innocent face.



“Very well, but you will have to work with Mr Black today.” He replied genially, gesturing to where Regulus was sat, looking perplexed.



“Hi Reg.” She greeted.



“Where were you last lesson? I didn’t see you in Charms.” He drawled.



“None of yours, get to work. This scintillating solution won’t brew itself.” She hissed.



“I don’t suppose it would have anything to do with a certain tall, dark Slytherin would it?” he asked conspiratorially.



“Maybe.” She replied, unable to conceal a cheeky grin. She jabbed him with a stirrer to make him work. He returned to chopping ingredients for a few minutes, allowing her to do the same but he couldn’t behave himself for long. He leaned over to her, pretending to inspect her cauldron helpfully.



“So, Snape finally managed to get some did he?” he asked, grinning.



“Regulus Arcturus Black! How dare you?” she exclaimed, slapping him about the head and body. “Dirty little pervert; worse than your brother.” She punctuated each word with a smack but he just collapsed under her barrage of blows in fits of giggles.



“Miss Marshall, what are you doing?” demanded Professor Slughorn.



“Sorry sir but he started it.” She defended.



“Ten points from Ravenclaw. Really I don’t know what’s gotten into you students today, that’s the second outburst in my class. First Snape and Mulciber, now you two. I hope you don’t intend this behaviour to continue.” He admonished.



“No sir.” She muttered, flushing when she heard her boyfriend’s name, knowing why he had blown up. She glanced around to see if anyone had noticed, and kicked Reg’s leg under the table when she noticed him making obscene hand gestures.