Quicksilver

Chapter 9

The next Saturday morning, Elektra was sat on her bed, applying make-up and finishing with a spritz of her favourite perfume.

“You look nice, what’s the occasion?” asked Hayley.

“Oh, nothing special; I’m just going to the library to finish my History of Magic essay with Sev.” She replied airily.

“So why make such an effort? Honestly, I don’t know what you see in him.” Hayley replied exasperatedly.

“Good.” Replied Elektra. “Because if you did, you’d want him too and I don’t feel
up to murdering my best friend over a boy today.” She added levelly.

“You’re scary, you know that? I never know when you’re joking.” Hayley sighed.


Elektra made her way down the tower, past all the Quidditch fans and into the deserted library where Severus was waiting. He did a double-take when he saw her, barely believing his good fortune.

“You look beautiful.” He breathed, and it wasn’t just lip service.

She was wearing a plain navy pencil skirt with a light blue silky blouse and sandals with a slight heel. She had left her long brown hair loose and her make-up was very subtle; just a little lip gloss and mascara to open up her big, forest green eyes. He stood to greet her with a brief embrace and kiss before sitting back down in his chair and picking up the book he had been reading. Elektra looked at him, puzzled.

“I thought we were going to your common room?” she whispered.

“Yes, but we need to wait a bit longer for stragglers. We really don’t want to be caught doing this.” He assured her.

“Yeah, Slughorn might be lenient but Flitwick would have a heart attack.” She giggled, sitting across from him.

He appeared to be engrossed in what he was reading, but he kept flashing smouldering looks across the table to where his lovely girlfriend was sitting, stroking her leg against his under the table.

“Stop it. That’s very distracting.” He growled under his breath.

“Well I’m bored and I’ve missed you. Can we go now?” she whined, batting her lashes at him. He sighed and snapped the book shut.

“We should be clear now.” He said.


He took her hand and led her down into a part of the dungeons she had never been to before.

“Wait here.” He said, stopping in the middle of a corridor. He whispered the password and disappeared through a patch of bare wall. Five minutes later he reappeared.

“Ok, no-one’s here. Come on.” He beckoned her in and she followed him into a long, low ceilinged room, lit with a strange eerie green glow.

“Wow, cool.” She whispered as she looked around.

He watched her as she took in her surroundings and he wondered if things would have been easier for them if she had been sorted Slytherin. Would she have liked him? Probably not, he conceded. All the Slytherin girls viewed him with the same contempt as the rest of the female population, bitches every one of them. She returned to his side and took his hands.

“So where’s your dorm?” she asked.

“This way.” He said.


He led her down the corridor to another low ceilinged room, this time smaller and equipped with four beds of a dark wood, hung with dark green curtains. There were no windows, it being underground, but somehow like the common room it glowed.

“That one’s my bunk. The others are for Carrow, Mulciber and Avery.” He explained in a bored tone, pointing to each bed in turn. He looked toward the door, expecting her to still be stood there, waiting for the rest of the ‘tour’, but to his surprise she was sat on his bed, looking up at him expectantly.

“What are you doing?” he asked warily.

“Waiting for you.” Came her saucy reply. He flushed slightly at the insinuation behind her words but he had been waiting so long for this opportunity. He really didn’t want to waste what might be their only chance for privacy.

He joined her sat on the bed and immediately she pulled him to her. She buried her hands in his hair, lips meeting in a kiss full of passion and longing. His hands stroked her blouse, appreciative of the softness of the fabric. He enjoyed the feeling of the warmth of her body through the thin garment. Her hands flowed down his neck and shoulders to the front of his shirt, clumsily pulling at his buttons until they were all open, sliding it off his shoulders.

Snape took his time with hers however, slowly but deftly removing the flimsy article to reveal the lacy bra underneath. She stood abruptly and stepped out of her skirt, revealing the matching knickers, also white lace, before lying down on his bed beside him.

He moved over on the bed to make room for her, lay on his side, and allowed his gaze to pass over her whole body, tentatively reaching out to her and stroking the creamy skin displayed to him. She licked her lips as she moved a hand to the waistband of his trousers, drawing a shudder of delight from him at the contact. Within moments they were both lay on his bed in just their underwear, entwined in a passionate embrace.

Elektra released him only to reach back and unhook her bra, sliding it to the
floor. Severus’ breathing drew heavier and his kisses moved from her neck to her chest. He placed tiny kisses all over before licking and sucking the hard nipples, while his hand cupped the other breast, kneading firmly. He had been waiting so long for this opportunity that he could hardly believe she was really here with him, mewling softly under his loving touches.

His free hand was stroking her inner thigh, making her hot and bothered. Elektra slipped her hands under his pants, still the same greying Y-fronts that the Gryffindors had exposed two years prior, and gripped his buttocks lustfully, enjoying the feel of the firm flesh under her fingers. Hearing his moan of pleasure, she slid the final garment off; stroking the soft flesh she had released.

He sat back for a moment with a self-conscious look on his face.

“What’s wrong?” Elektra asked.

“Let me just pull the curtains round, just in case someone comes back.” He said sheepishly, reaching to the end of the bed and drawing the heavy drapery closed.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked, stroking a burning line down her flesh from her chest over her stomach, pausing at the line of white lace.

“Yes Sev, I’m sure. I love you.” She replied breathlessly.

“I love you too.” He replied as he slid the soft lace over her thighs and onto the floor to join the other discarded clothing.

She wrapped her arms around his waist and braced herself as he entered her as gently as he could. She gasped in pain and pleasure and kissed his chest tenderly, an unspoken reassurance. She pulled him closer and he continued at a slow, gentle pace ensuring not to hurt her any more, but soon Elektra found herself instinctively moving to meet his strokes while they explored each other’s bodies with eager hands and lips.

Soon they were moving faster, harder, hearts racing as they surged towards some unknown goal. The little gasps and moans that escaped Electra’s mouth urged Severus on until shuddering, screaming and calling his name, Elektra collapsed beneath him in ecstasy. He himself only managed to hold on long enough to let her finish before giving up, releasing into her warm abdomen and collapsing in a sweaty heap on top of her.

When he finally caught his breath, he moved to her side, their arms still wrapped around each other possessively. Suddenly and unexpectedly, Elektra began to giggle.

“What now?” Snape snapped without meaning to. He was exhausted and it annoyed him to think that she was laughing at him after what they had just done.

“That was fun.” She panted, collapsing into fits of giggles again. He smiled and pulled his sheet over them both.

“Yes, it was.” He said, pulling her close to lie cocooned in his embrace.


Later, when she had gone, Severus sat on his bed thinking about what had happened between them. He truly did love her and now he had slept with her he wanted her even more. And yet his conscience niggled at him.

He was Dark deep down, darker that she knew and she didn’t deserve to be tainted by that. His heart ached as he longed to find a solution to his selfish dilemma. How could he keep her and still continue as he was? He wanted her with him always, but he was going to join the Death Eaters. He had already made up his mind.

She would stand by him, she had already promised to, but she wouldn’t be happy. He couldn’t stand to see her in pain, but whatever he did, she was bound to get hurt. It was with a heavy heart and a buzzing mind that he eventually fell into a fitful sleep.