Pillow Fight

Light filtered into her eyes and she groaned. As she rolled over she braced herself for the tumble that was bound to come, but was surprised to find more mattress beneath her. Her eyes shot open and she gazed around. “Oh, fuck me…” Hermione groaned and threw her head back down to the pillow.

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Her legs still tingled as she stretched them in the sheets, kicking herself free. Ginny’s eyes opened and gazed up at the ceiling, images of the professor still fresh in her mind. She flushed a little thinking about how good he’d felt between her thighs and then rolled over smirking at Hermione. Only the other girl’s bed was empty. She frowned and rolled some more, grumbling as she fell out of the bed. “Hermione?” she called and received no response. “That little fuck,” she chuckled to herself and then stretched tall on her toes before heading down to breakfast.

~*~

Minerva had been up for an hour and had just finished morning tea. Yawning she stood and immediately regretted the decision to do so. Her legs were quite sore from her romp the night before and she groaned, but felt her lips pull into a smile thinking about how she’d forced Severus Snape to climax before she did.

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Her nipple was still sore. She’d taken the ring out properly and had spent the better part of the last fifteen minutes rubbing a salve into it, trying to soothe the sting. At least it wasn’t swollen. Tonks sighed, resigned to the fact that she’d just have a stiff sore nipple for the day, not willing to risk leaving the ring out for that long. Popping the silver hoop back in, she dressed and headed down to breakfast.

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Fleur stretched lazily rolling over to find her bed empty. She smirked up at the ceiling, running a hand through her still damp hair. “I should shower in ze night more often,” she muttered aloud and then slowly rolled out of bed, casting a quick drying charm on her tresses before heading to the bathroom for her morning toilet.

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Bill, Remus, Harry, Ron, and Arthur Weasley sat at the kitchen table, sipping coffee and tea respectively while Molly stirred eggs in a large frying pan. Charlie stumbled in a few moments later. “Good morning, dear,” she said and kissed her second eldest son on the cheek as he took a seat between Remus and his father. “Goodness what’s keeping the girls?”

Minerva was the first downstairs, her hair pinned up in its tight bun, her robes casual for the day. “Good morning,” she nodded to the others, not making eye contact for too long with any one of them. Her entrance to the kitchen was followed by Fleur’s who pecked her future husband on the cheek and took a seat opposite him.

Ginny and Tonks had met halfway down on the stairs and were practically arm and arm as they strolled into the kitchen. The table was quiet as Molly served up heaping plates of eggs, ham, toast, and glasses full of pumpkin juice. Ginny nearly dropped her fork as Severus strode into the kitchen.

“Bloody hell,” Ron’s eyes went wide.

“My god, Severus, you look like hell,” Remus choked on a forkful of eggs. It was true. The Potions Master’s hair was disheveled, though freshly washed, a concept that seemed to stun them all. He wore a loose black three quarter sleeved shirt and plain trousers, but the top three shirt buttons were undone and on the side of his neck there was a distinctive dark purple hickey. Further over on the front of his shoulder was another bite mark that had scabbed over and tiny nail marks littered his arms. His eyes were sunk into his head more so than usual and he looked as if he hadn’t slept in days.

“Rough night?” Bill joked, warranting him a sneer from his ex-professor.

Molly, who was flushing, cleared her throat. “That’s enough, Severus won’t you have some breakfast?”

He nodded, taking a seat at the far end of the table. No one spoke, but the table was soon filled as various other order members and the remaining Weasley children came to the kitchen, all seeming to opt for breakfast. Minerva had refused to meet his gaze when he glanced her way and he found the same to be true of the youngest Weasley and Tonks. Fleur, however, had not been able to take his eyes off the marking on his neck. “Is there a problem, Miss Delacour?” he spat.

“No…” her face flushed a furious shade of red and she quickly turned her eyes back to her plate of food.

“Good god, Professor,” Percy Weasley said, the last to arrive at the table. “Did you get into a fight?” he asked, eyes wide.

“Mr. Weasley—” he began but was cut off by Molly who shot her son a stern glare, shaking her head no. The twins, Ron, and Ginny could not hide their laughter, though Ginny was a little less eager to join in on the chuckles. His eyes found hers. “Something funny, Miss Weasley?”

Harry Potter narrowed his eyes in Severus’ direction, placing a hand on the top of Ginny’s thigh. “Not a thing, Professor, just wondering who on earth would want to put a mark like that on your neck.”

The boy was always an ungrateful little shit, of that he was certain but he’d long past the boiling point when it came to Potter. Slamming back in the chair he stood and growled. “You want to know Potter, do you?” At once every pair of female eyes at the table was on him, wide and fearful. Even Arthur, who until that moment had not looked up from his morning copy of the Daily Prophet, was gazing at Severus.

“Good morning, everyone,” Hermione yawned, walking into the kitchen, not realizing what she was walking into. All eyes turned to her and everyone gasped. “What?” Severus had turned his gaze to her and his face paled. She’d dressed and pulled her hair back without a mirror, but surely it didn’t look that bad. Her eyes flitted to Ginny, a look of confusion on her face but she froze, watching the redhead furiously rub her neck with her hand and then shoot her eyes to Hermione’s neck. “Oh God!” Hermione clapped her hand over the side of her neck, covering from sight a dark purple hickey not dissimilar from the one on Severus’ neck. Her face flushed and she dashed back out of the room.

“Guess that answers that question,” Bill muttered but could hardly keep the grin from his face. Severus narrowed his eyes at the eldest Weasley boy before stalking out of the kitchen. Everyone began chattering at once, and Harry was up on his feet, ready to storm after and murder the big black bat.

Ginny grabbed his hand. “Don’t.” she warned with her eyes, bright brown orbs flashing dangerously. He gazed back in surprise. “Don’t say anything either” and she rubbed her own neck, which she’d hidden with a high collared jumper, though she could tell from the heat of his gaze that he was trying to stare right through it. Before she could look back at him, he’d thrown down his fork and stormed down the hall and out the front door.

“Ginevra, where’s he gone?” Molly asked, concern in her voice.

“I don’t know and I don’t bloody care,” she said, standing from the table. Her eyes flashed to Fleur, then Tonks, and finally Minerva. “You’re all pathetic,” she said and then stormed out.

“Ginevra Molly Weasley!” Her mother shouted but the red head had stormed down the corridor and up the stairs far faster than anyone had expected. “What in hells bells was that all about?” she turned a worried look to Minerva.

The elder witch did not meet Molly’s gaze, only stood, silently and quickly, tossing down her napkin, moving swiftly from the room. Charlie’s eyes caught Tonks’ who looked guilty as sin and she too rose from the table, coughing, and covering her mouth before running from the room as well.

“Think it’s something in the water?” Fred turned to George and asked.

“Hope it’s not in the pumpkin juice,” his twin said finishing his glass.

All eyes turned to Fleur, as the only female left at the table. “Vat?” she snapped and then she too stood and turned quickly on her heel, storming from the room as well.

Arthur rolled his eyes and turned back to his paper. “Goblins are on strike again,” he said as if nothing had happened.