Quicksilver

Quicksilver chapter 8


As the months passed, people got used to Severus and Elektra being together. For the most part they began to ignore them and found other things to gossip about.
This relieved them both and they became more comfortable together now few people were encroaching on their happiness with stares, pointed fingers and harsh whispers.

However life was far from simple as Elektra began to worry about what was going to happen when Severus left school. She was considering an internship into the ministry after she left next year, but Severus’ future was much less clear. He was a very intelligent, talented and capable student in all his subjects, he ought to have the world at his feet, yet she had no idea what he planned to do.

Also, the more she got to know his friends, the more worried she became. She had tried to have complete faith in him, but the words of Lily Evans, Remus Lupin and Sirius Black kept niggling in her mind. She knew some of the Slytherins he hung around with were already into some seriously shady stuff! She brought this up on the last Hogsmeade weekend.

“I don’t know what I’m going to do when I leave. There are a few options open to me.” He snapped defensively.

“Like those Death Eaters?” she asked in an undertone.

“And what if I were to join?” he asked, rapidly losing his temper. He was glad they were on the lonely path up to the Shrieking Shack where no one would hear them. He despised being so near to the scene of his near-death experience at the hands of those Gryffindor bastards but it was one place they were guaranteed some privacy. Elektra sighed heavily, weighing up her answer.

“I don’t know Severus. I don’t like them, but I don’t want to lose you either. As much as I hate the idea of you as one of them, I would still stand by you. I just wouldn’t be very happy about it.” She replied.

“You would go against your principles, for me?” he asked incredulously.

“I told you; I love you. I meant it every time I said it and I mean it right now. I love you Severus.” She said, pulling him closer as they came to the edge of the Shrieking Shack.

“I don’t deserve you.” He muttered sadly into the crook of her neck.

No one ever put him first like that, beyond themselves. He knew he’d end up hurting her somehow and the thought of it filled him with a sick, guilty feeling. He began kissing up her neck to her jaw, cheek and lips. She returned the embrace gladly, parting her lips to allow him entrance, reassuring him of her love and constancy. His hands began exploring her curves over her clothes and she leaned into his caress, encouraging him to go further.

“Severus, I’ve decided; I’m ready.” She whispered between slow, melting kisses.

“Ready for what?” he asked, puzzled.

“For you... You know, to go all the way.” She added shyly, blushing furiously.

“Oh! A... are you sure?” he asked nervously, searching her eyes for any hint of uncertainty.

“Yes; I’ve given it a lot of thought lately and I want to... very much.” She blushed even deeper at what she was admitting to.

‘She’s been thinking about me.... like that?’ he wondered. He knew how he felt about her, and what she made him feel when they discovered each other’s bodies during heated make out sessions, but he hadn’t thought that she would have such... impure thoughts about him.

“What... now?!” he choked in shock as she ran her fingers along the waistband of his trousers.

“No silly! Later.” She giggled. She looked up at him saucily then, biting her bottom lip tantalisingly, with love and lust in her eyes. “This is just for starters.” she smirked, pulling his shirt out of his pants and stroking her hands over the smooth skin underneath.

“You are pure evil.” He said thickly, lifting her up to perch on the fence and drawing close so her chest was level with his face. He began to unbutton her blouse and kissed all over her throat and chest, making her hum and moan with pleasure and desire.

“That’s why you love me.” She gasped, her heart pounding from the sensations he was eliciting. They wanted each other so much, but neither of them wanted their first time to be a rough grope-fest in the open near a haunted house. They wanted it to be special. That thought seemed to cool Severus somewhat. He realised that anyone could come up the path and happen upon them in this state. However he was unwilling to discontinue his current activity.

“I think we’d best get out of the public eye.” He said, gesturing to the cover of the forest nearby.

“Uh huh!” was her only reply as she allowed him to lead her in her lust-filled haze to the most comfortable place they could find to continue snogging in peace.


As they made their way back hand-in-hand to where the carriages would be waiting, Severus had an excellent idea.

“I know how we can... be together... without being disturbed.” He told her suddenly.

“Oh really? I’m intrigued!” she replied.

“Next Saturday is the final Quidditch match of the season; Gryffindor versus Slytherin. Almost the whole school will be there and most certainly everyone from my House will be in attendance for obvious reasons.” He replied. She nodded her understanding; none of this was news to her.

“I won’t be missed. It’s no secret that I detest the game and I rarely go, even when we play Gryffindor. If you wanted to, you could come down when everyone is gone and we could spend some time alone in the common room or my dorm. We’d just have to be careful sneaking you in and out. Slughorn would have a fit if he found out.” He finished with hope in his eyes. Her face registered shock at first,
followed by joy.

“Sev, that’s probably the best idea you’ve ever had! It’d be perfect.” She gushed, squeezing his hand. He relaxed; relieved that she was as excited as he at the prospect of a couple of hours alone together in comfort and seclusion.

“Wow, I always wondered what your common room looks like. Is it all dark and gothic?” she asked cheekily.

“Somewhat, yes.” He conceded.

“What about your dormitory?” she asked in a low, seductive voice, waggling her eyebrows suggestively.

“Behave, we’re in public.” He growled back, as they had reached the village.

They walked up the main street and made their way to where the carriages would be waiting for them to return.

“I can’t believe people still stare at us together.” She remarked as a Hufflepuff third year goggled at them when they walked by with their arms wrapped around each other; her Ravenclaw blue scarf complementing his Slytherin green one as they flapped together. “You’d think no-one ever dated outside their House before.” She commented.

“It’s not that. They just cannot believe that a gorgeous, intelligent girl like you is seeing an ugly greasy git like me.” He replied miserably. “That and I am allegedly the next Dark wizard if you believe what certain Gryffindors have been telling the school about me.” He added bitterly.

“Stop it! You are not an ugly git. You are charming, witty and very smart, and I for one think you are very good looking.” She chided. “As for the audience we seem to garner; let’s give them something worth staring at.” She added mischievously, drawing him close and looking deep into his eyes before their lips met in a long, soft kiss. The Hufflepuff boy’s jaw dropped and several Ravenclaw girls mimed vomiting and giggled until Hayley hit them with her liquorice wand.