On a Night Like This

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Chapter Eight: Just Watch the Fireworks


Bella walked into the dungeon lab. Upon seeing Snape bent over a cauldron she paused, taking in the sight of him.

He finished tending to his potion, knowing she was standing there. He didn’t need to look up to see who it was. He could feel her.

Straightening, he said “I see you were able to find me.”

Bella perfectly imitated his arched eyebrow. “There are not many places one would look for a greasy dungeon bat.” They stood in silence for a few minutes, simply looking at each other.

Finally Severus said what was on both of their minds. “You left. I hope it was productive.” He said harshly.

Ron, Harry, Hermione and Draco reached the doorway to the potions lab. Their presence was not immediately noticed, so they decided to wait for a moment. “You never know,” Harry whispered, “Maybe there is no trouble between them after all.”

Draco rolled his eyes again. This is going to end humorously, he thought. “They could be friends. Perhaps they simply didn’t leave on good terms.” Ron looked horrified. “Her? Friends with the greasy git? I’m sure she is only here out of pity.”

“He is not that bad,” huffed Hermione. “I’m sure he can be quite charming.” Ron made a gagging noise and Hermione elbowed him in the ribs, hard. Draco nudged Harry back to the scene in front of them.

“I am so sorry for what you had to do, Belladonna.” Severus’s eyes were sad.

“Never again, Severus! Never Again!” Bella yelled. “This is the last time. I will not go through this again.” She knocked a beaker full of some green substance off the table with a quick movement. Severus didn’t flinch. It hit the wall, oozing down revoltingly.

“Fortunately for you, that was neither poisonous nor expensive. I do not, however, take kindly to my supplies being so mistreated.”

She stared at him, her eyes burning with fire. Surprisingly, Snape returned her look.

Suddenly he had her pinned up against the stone dungeon wall.

Harry nearly shouted, but Draco covered his mouth with his hand. Ron looked at Draco, aghast. “He is attacking her!” Draco rolled his eyes again. Sometime he wondered if they could get stuck somewhere in the back of his head. He assumed that if it was possible it would have happened already.

Ron looked at Bella again, confused. Draco was right. Though Snape had her pinned to the wall with his hands on her hips, she didn’t protest. Her face betrayed no fear of her greasy attacker. It only held the same strange expression, as if she was a very hungry woman looking at a lovely piece of chocolate cake.

Hermione looked on, slightly pained. She knew Professor Snape had no interest in her, but her infatuation was still going strong. She felt a strong pang of jealousy at their closeness and warm heat between her thighs, imagining her and Bella’s places switched.

She longed for him to suddenly look to her and confess his undying love, immediately taking her to his rose petal littered bed. She mentally laughed derisively. They were fantasies, after all. They could be however she pictured, unrealistic if she chose. She knew it was never his personality she imagined. It was always that of someone who worshipped her, which she was certain Severus would never do. She doubted he was even capable.

Severus and Bella still stood, eyes locked, unaware of their critical audience. “Never again,” she whispered in his ear forcefully.

Suddenly there was a flurry of movement.

Severus slid his hands down her ass, lifting her up off the ground. She needed no encouragement, wrapping her legs around him tightly, her back still pressed to the wall. She raised her hands and tangled them in his black hair as he kissed her roughly.

“I’ve missed you so much, Belladonna,” he whispered into her lips, his voice cracking. She looked at him and smiled, “I love you, Severus.” He smiled back broadly. It had always been difficult to restrain his smiles around her.

The foursome looked on with varying expressions. Draco smirked, expecting such a situation and relishing his tentative friends’ reaction to it. Harry and Hermione both looked shocked. Ron looked both shocked at angry. He had wanted this girl. He could not believe she was interested in Snape.

“Bella!” came the hurt and strangled cry from Ron.

Realizing they had an audience, Severus reluctantly released her lips. He drank in the sight of this woman, hair tousled and lips pouting slightly. Her skin glowed as he knew it did when she wanted him very badly. Winking at her, he turned to face them, his face the perfect mask of composure.

“I assume you are already acquainted with Mrs. Snape?”


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