Later that night, you use your watch to open the portal into Severus' room. He is pleased to see you and pulls the blanket back for you to get into bed with him. The warmth of his presence is comforting, and you slide in beside him, feeling a sense of belonging.
Severus wraps his arm around you, pulling you close. "What did Karkaroff want?" he asks.
You tell him about the security concerns and the suggestions Karkaroff had, but it's clear that your mind is elsewhere. Your hands start to wander, kissing and rubbing against him, your desire evident.
Severus pulls back slightly, looking into your eyes. "How can I trust that you won't run off to someone else?" he asks, his voice filled with a mix of frustration and vulnerability.
You sigh, knowing he deserves honesty. "I give you no reason to trust me," you admit. "And I understand why you doubt me."
He narrows his eyes slightly, studying your face. "Would you enjoy it if I moved on with someone else?"
The thought makes your stomach twist with jealousy. "No, I hate the idea," you confess.
Severus's expression softens slightly, though his voice remains firm. "That should be a motivator for you to behave. If you don't, you'll get a taste of your own medicine."
You feel a mix of shame and determination. "I don't want to lose you, Severus."
He cups your face gently, his eyes searching yours. "Then prove it. Show me that I can trust you. That you can be faithful."
You nod, feeling the weight of his words. "I.. promise I will try to be who you need."
Severus's expression softens, and he leans in to kiss you deeply. The kiss is filled with an intensity that takes your breath away. His hands move to cradle your face, his touch gentle yet insistent. You can feel the vulnerability in his movements, a desperate need for reassurance and connection.
As he lays you down on the bed, he takes his time, his hands exploring your body with a tenderness that contrasts with the passion in his kiss. Every touch, every caress, is filled with a depth of emotion that you can feel resonating within you.
Severus moves over you, his eyes locking with yours. "I need you to know how much you mean to me," he whispers, his voice thick with emotion.
You nod, reaching up to pull him closer. "I know, Severus. I feel the same."
He enters you slowly, his movements deliberate and controlled. The sensation is overwhelming, a blend of pleasure and deep emotional connection. As he begins to move, his pace remains slow and steady, each thrust filled with a sense of purpose and intensity.
His hands find yours, fingers intertwining as he leans down to kiss you again. The kiss is slow and lingering, filled with a sense of longing and desire. You can feel his vulnerability, his need to be close to you, to feel connected.
With each movement, Severus's breath hitches, his eyes never leaving yours. "You are everything to me," he murmurs against your lips. "I can't bear the thought of losing you."
You wrap your legs around him, pulling him deeper, the connection between you intensifying. "You're everything to me too, Severus," you whisper back, your voice filled with sincerity.
As the pace increases, the passion builds, each movement becoming more urgent, more desperate. The room is filled with the sounds of your shared desire, your breaths mingling, your bodies moving in perfect harmony.
Severus's hands move to your hips, guiding you, his touch firm yet loving. The intensity of the moment is almost too much to bear, the pleasure overwhelming, but you can feel the emotional connection deepening with each thrust.
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Finally, as you both reach the peak of your pleasure, you cry out together, the release a powerful wave of ecstasy that leaves you both trembling. Severus collapses beside you, pulling you into his arms, holding you close.
For a long moment, neither of you speaks, the only sound the steady rhythm of your breaths. Eventually, Severus breaks the silence, his voice soft and filled with emotion. "I love you."
You smile, feeling a sense of peace and contentment wash over you. "I love you too, Severus. My home is with you. Sometimes I get lost and taken on detours but I will always come home to you, as long as you'll have me."
Severus's eyes soften, a mixture of relief and love evident in his gaze. "I will always have you," he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. "No matter what happens, you will always have a place with me."
You cuddle closer, resting your head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. "Thank you," you murmur. "For loving me, for accepting me, flaws and all."
He wraps his arms around you, holding you tightly. "You are worth it," he says softly. "Every flaw, every imperfection, makes you who you are. And I love every part of you."
You feel a tear slip down your cheek, touched by his words. "I promise I'll do better," you say, your voice trembling. "I'll prove to you that you can trust me."
Severus kisses the top of your head, his touch gentle and reassuring. "I know you will. And I'll be here, every step of the way."
As you lay there in the quiet comfort of his embrace, you feel a renewed sense of hope and determination. The challenges ahead may be daunting, but with Severus by your side and a shared commitment to honesty and trust, you believe that you can face whatever comes your way.
It's Thursday evening, and the anticipation in the Great Hall is palpable as the Goblet of Fire begins to choose the champions for the Triwizard Tournament.
First, Viktor Krum from Durmstrang is announced, followed by Fleur Delacour from Beauxbatons, and then Cedric Diggory from Hogwarts.
Just as everyone believes the selection is complete, a piece of lit paper flies out of the Goblet, catching everyone's attention. Dumbledore catches the paper, his eyes widening in shock as he reads the name.
"Harry Potter," he calls out, his voice echoing through the hall. The students start murmuring, some even shouting that Harry isn't 17 and must have cheated.
The scene is tense, and Dumbledore's expression is furious. Harry, along with the headmasters, Severus, and yourself, are brought to a trophy room away from the prying eyes and ears of the other students. The atmosphere in the room is charged with confusion and anger.
Dumbledore turns to Harry, his eyes blazing. "Harry, did you put your name in the Goblet of Fire?" he demands, his voice uncharacteristically harsh.
Harry shakes his head vehemently. "No, Professor. I swear I didn't."
Dumbledore turns to the headmasters. "How could this happen? The Goblet should have been protected by powerful enchantments. How could a fourth name be entered?"
Headmistress Maxime steps forward, her eyes narrowing. "But of course he is lying."
Moody interjects, his voice gruff. "The hell he is. The Goblet of Fire is an exceptionally powerful magical object. Only an exceptionally powerful Confundus Charm could have hoodwinked it. Magic way beyond the talents of a fourth year."
Karkaroff sneers, his eyes flicking to Moody. "You seem to have given this a fair bit of thought, Mad-Eye."
Moody's gaze hardens, his magical eye whirling. "It was once my job to think as dark wizards do, Karkaroff. Perhaps you'll remember," he says threateningly.
