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Severus had taken it out of his mother’s jewellery box years ago. First, it was only out of intrigue. The teardrop shaped garnet of the necklace shimmered like a drop of dark-red blood in the palm of his hand, reminding him of the colour of the girl’s hair he had met earlier that day on the playground. It was on that day that neither the girl nor the stone, ever truly left his mind again.
As the years progressed he would take the garnet out of the box each summer, admiring it from every angle. He knew his mother never wore it, as he would always find it in the same compartment of the box in the exact same way he left it the year before. She died, at the end of his fifth year at Hogwarts, before he could ever pluck up the courage to ask where she got it from, and why she had left it in the dark for so many years. That summer he got his hands on it before his father could find it, and carried it with him in his pocket ever since. Its delicate silver chain wrapped around his fingers whenever he needed to touch upon a little piece of home. There was nothing magical to it, or so he believed, and yet whenever he rubbed his fingers over the cool stone in his pocket, his mind was transported back to the playground, looking at the girl’s hair dancing in the wind as she flew from the swings.
The girl no longer spoke to him. Their years of friendship had dwindled into nothing due to faults of their own making. Their connection limited to brief interactions in the classroom, and rare but polite nods of recognition in the hallways. Every single thing that had once made them, them, was gone, like the last of the snow that had melted away at the arrival of spring.
He would stay at school for Yule break, as he had always done ever since he started attending Hogwarts. With the impending war more students than ever before had gone home for the holidays, for none knew what the dark days ahead might bring. He had to give Dumbledore some credit for this. For each year the Quidditch pitch would be transformed into an ice rink for the few students who stayed behind. And each year, under the tree in the Slytherin dorm, he would find a package with a new pair of ice skates that would fit him. Remember to have fun, the note that was tied to the package would read. The distinctive loopy handwriting required no signature. All that he needed to do was look up at Dumbledore upon the dais during breakfast, and each year he was met with the same wink in understanding.
At first there were no ice hockey sticks. Making due with an old broom taken from the Quidditch locker rooms, he would skate around the field and hit anything with it that he could get his hands on. Unbreakable saucers. Crushed beer cans. Buttons and bottle-caps that he found strewn across the grounds. Even a Muggle football had sufficed. He would skate around the pitch at high speed, hitting things as hard he could into a makeshift goalpost. Everything that had angered him over the years smashed away into oblivion, and by the end of the day he would feel a little lighter again. This year, he finally managed to get his hands on a proper ice hockey stick, but he had yet to figure out how to transfigure anything into a puck.
‘Oi! Would you look at Snivellus over there!’
Severus stopped dead in his tracks. The unmistakable voice of James Potter was coming down from the Gryffindor watchtower. As he looked up he saw him leaning over the edge, along with his lapdog by his side.
For six years straight, Potter and his gang had always gone home over the holidays. It had granted him two full weeks of peace and quiet. A time he very much looked forward to have. And now, for whatever twisted reason, those two had stayed behind, inevitably making his final year as miserable for him as they possibly could.
‘Look at this twat!’ Black added. ‘Didn’t know the hoser could actually skate!’
Severus was about to whip out his wand and blow the watchtower into smithereens, when another voice came up to him from behind. ‘Just leave him alone you toerags!’ Lily barked up at them. With a few graceful strides she glided over the ice towards Severus, and threw them a reversed two-finger salute.
Potter grew a nasty grin on his face at the sight of her glaring up at him. ‘Oh c’mon Evans!’ he yelled back. ‘You know how much I like it when you’re being vulgar.’
‘Why are you here?’ Severus asked bitterly, ignoring the pleads for entertainment from above. ‘Shouldn’t you be with your family like always, or did you stay for him?’
‘I’ll have you know that I stayed because Hogwarts is the safest place for me to be,’ she spat back. Her eyes turned to slits as she said it. ‘And also ‘cause Tuney’s been worse than ever.’
‘When has she ever not been the worst ever,’ he responded nonchalantly, and saw a faint flicker of a smile form at the corner of her lips. Her lips, he noticed, that were plump and reddened by the winter’s chill, and he swiftly looked away.
‘You were the one who taught me how to skate,’ she said, retaining his attention. Severus didn’t know why she even bothered mentioning it, but there was a tone to her voice that made her sound hopeful, somehow, and it anchored him down more than he cared to admit.
‘Why are you really here, Lily?’ he asked again. Seeing her stand so close to him caused something dark to stir within his heart, and he felt his grip tighten around the shaft of his stick.
He couldn’t help but see that her eyes had turned into a pale shade of green, and the few loose strands from her neatly plaited hair seemed ablaze in the light of the low winter sun. He then noticed that she was carrying an ice hockey stick with her as well, and an all too familiar mischievous crinkle of her nose flashed across her face. ‘Don’t think that I have given up on you, Severus,’ she whispered to him as she glided around him in a circle, and let out a giggle that made him feel weak in the knees.
‘My money is on Evans!’ Potter yelled. His obnoxious voice pulled Severus back from the spell that her whisper had cast over him.
‘We can go somewhere else if you’d like to talk,’ he whispered back, and hated how desperate he sounded as the words came out of his mouth.
Lily bit the bottom of her lip, and the faint lines that formed around her eyes whenever she smiled brought him back to the summers they had spend lying on the grass by Cokeworth’s riverbank. ‘I’ve got a much better idea,’ she said. From the pocket of her thick winter coat she pulled out a small golden ball and held it up for him to see. ‘How about we give those two idiots up there exactly what they want?’
‘Is that a Golden Snitch?’ Severus asked upon taking a closer look.
‘It’s not just any Golden Snitch,’ Lily said while beaming with pride. ‘It’s the Snitch Potter stole after winning his very first Quidditch match. He’s been carrying it around ever since like some sort of pocket pet – and now I’ve stolen it from him.’
This was a side of Lily that he had grown to admire since the first day they met. A side that also had to be the cause of her getting sorted into Gryffindor, as much as it pained him to admit. ‘Won’t it fly off?’ he asked stupidly.
‘I clipped its wings,’ she cackled, and tossed it high up into the air. ‘First one to pull off a hat trick wins!’
She had whacked the Snitch out of the air before it could land upon the ice, and rushed off with it to the opposite side of the pitch, her laughter carried away by the wind.
The last time he had seen her laugh this hard was during the summer before the start of their fifth year. They had gotten their hands on some weed from the local wizard, and had shared it under the shade of their favourite tree. The harsh beating of the summer heat had left them in a trance. His arm resting under her head as he reached out to place his first kiss inside the palm of her hand. The same hand of which her fingers would brush through the strands of his hair that were damp with his sweat, and unbuttoned her blouse with before him.
He had never been gentle with her. She had practically begged him not to be that day. Blocking out Potter and Black’s heckling as he sped off after her, he quickly caught up and caught her by the sleeve, spinning her straight into another direction. He secured the Snitch against his stick, shoved it in between the Quidditch goal posts, and ran off with it. Within a matter of moments he had hit the Snitch into the goal, and was met with loud booing from the stands.
By the sound of a pair of skates scrapping against the ice, he knew that Lily had finally caught up with him, and was panting heavily. She must have lost her hair-tie somewhere along the way, as her hair was dancing wildly around her face, making her seem like she was on a warpath. ‘You got lucky this time,’ she said with a growl.
He glided towards her, their chests nearly touching, and looked down on her with an intimidating glare. ‘Still having trouble keeping up with me,' he said boldly, and lowered his voice. ‘I remember the last time you were out of breath like that.’
A look of shock came over her face, and was quickly transformed into a look of determination. She whacked him with her stick against the blade of his boot, causing him to tumble and fall flat on his back. ‘I also remember doing most of the work,’ she spat as she hoovered around his face. ‘With you lying there sprawled out on the grass like a princeling.’ Before he could respond, she latched on to the Snitch and rushed her way across the pitch, ready to score.
He was doing it on purpose, just like she was doing it on purpose. That day the summer heat had given them something that could never be taken away again. The memory of his hands caressing her breasts, and her nipples growing hard between his fingers, as though they were being touched by ice. The curvature of her body revealed after years of painting pictures of it in his mind. The warm wet touch of her –
He shook the thoughts away as he got back up. Potter and Black’s loud cheering caused the memory of his fingers gliding their way inside of her to taint, and he rushed after her as fast as he could, ready to pull her away from the goal yet again. He interlocked his stick into hers just before she could swing out. The Snitch drifting off to the side of the goal as he spun her around. With a well-practised sweep of his leg he made her crash onto the ice face first, and could hear her scream echo through the pitch as she slid off towards a goalpost.
‘Hold up, is that my bloody Snitch!?’
‘Can you turn around?’ he asked with a hint of concern as he stopped in front of her. He dropped down to his knees, took a hold of her coat, and flipped her onto her back, where he was confronted with her laughing hysterically.
‘I’m coming down to the pitch!’
‘Looks like your new boyfriend is coming down to rescue you,’ he said, his nose nearly touching the tip of her own.
‘He’s not my boyfriend,’ she gritted through her teeth. ‘Pretty sure he’s just coming down to get his precious little Snitch.’
‘Then I’m sure he won’t mind if he sees me doing this.’ He lowered his face down to the nape of her neck and ran his tongue down from her shoulder up to her earlobe. Even in her thick winter clothes, he could feel that she was shivering. ‘Is this what you came for?’ he whispered into her ear.
He didn’t give her a chance to answer. He took her by the hands, pulled her back up on her feet, and gave her a push in her back to shove her forward. ‘What will I get when I win?’ he said as he circled around her. At once he took the Snitch and went off with it, slaloming around Potter with ease as he as struggled to walk onto the pitch.
With as much power as he could muster he slammed the Snitch straight into a goal, and felt Lily grabbing him by the arm as he held up his stick in celebration. It almost felt as good as running his tongue across her clit, its shape reminding him of the teardrop garnet from his mother’s jewellery box as he admired it from up close.
It was a game now. A game that they’ve played so many times during that summer. Waiting for parents to leave the house before sneaking into their bedrooms. Indulging themselves in the pleasures of the flesh whenever the opportunity presented itself. From the first time by the riverbank, to losing count in the days that followed, to longing for her touch again for more than a year and a half. One single gaze from her now was enough for him to nearly burst at the seams.
His heart was beating violently in his chest as she threw her arms around him. ‘If you win,’ she said, looking at him in the same way she had every time she had dragged him up the stairs, ‘I’ll take you to the locker rooms.’
‘And do what?’ he asked as he leaned in for a kiss, but she pushed him away before their lips could touch.
‘One more goal,’ she said, and mockingly raised an eyebrow at him. ‘Or you’ll never get to find out.’
Too easy. With the impatience of a lion ready to pounce, she would be on top of him before their clothes were fully off. That final goal was nothing more than her way of stretching the build up tension between them, like the horrible tease that she was. ‘I’ll give you a head-start,’ he said as he hit the Snitch across the field. ‘And after that you can go down on your—’
‘—no goal, no entry!’ she said as she rushed after the Snitch, and narrowly avoided colliding with Black who came crawling across the pitch. ‘Move aside you idiots!’
Severus curved along the edge of the field, watching her red hair dance in the wind as she rushed forward from the other side. She raised her stick high up in the air to sweep the Snitch into the goal, and he dove forward, a little too soon, as he saw the Snitch fly towards his face at high speed from the corner of his eye.
The pain shot through him like a blinding flash of light. A throbbing sensation travelled from the tip of his nose all the way down to the back of his head as he gasped for air, and he could feel that something warm was leaking onto the ice.
‘Merlin that’s a lot of blood!’ Black barked from somewhere in the distance.
‘Evans, we better get out of here!’ Potter shrieked nearby, and was making a gagging sound at the sight of it. ‘Before one of the teachers see what you’ve done!’
‘JUST FUCK OFF POTTER!’ Lily yelled at him. From the sound of it Severus could hear that she had hit the Snitch all the way towards the opposite end of the pitch. ‘Go off and get your precious little ball!’
His vision had gotten blurry from the pain. He could feel that Lily was dragging him off the pitch by his arm towards the locker rooms, leaving a trail of blood across the ice in the process. ‘I think my nose is broken,’ he said with great difficulty.
With more strength than he expected from her she hoisted him up and sat him down on a bench, and placed her hand against his forehead to keep him from looking down. ‘Yes, that’s definitely broken,’ she said, sounding worried. She grabbed a towel from a pile and carefully wiped the access of blood streaming down his face. ‘I’m so sorry about that.’
‘Can you fix it?’ he asked, and could taste the metallic tinge of his own blood dripping down into mouth.
‘I think so.’ She pulled her wand from her pocket and held it up to his nose. ‘Episkey,’ she said as she waved her wand in a perfect circle.
Severus could feel his nose starting to glow hot, and then cold. The throbbing pain in his head subdued, and he felt around his nose to make sure that it was indeed fixed. ‘That’s much better,’ he said with a sigh of relief.
‘I think it’s still a little crooked,’ said Lily, who was studying his nose intently from up close.
‘It’s always been like that,’ he assured her, and took her by the hand that was covered in his blood. ‘Guess no hat trick for me then.’
‘We haven’t spoken this much since our falling out,’ she said as she sat down beside him, and leaned her head against his shoulder. ‘It’s nice.’
Nice didn’t even begin to cover it. ‘I will ask you one more time,’ he said stiffly. ‘Why are you here?’
Lily rummaged around in her pocket, and pulled something out that he did not expect. ‘Because I found this,’ she said as she held up the teardrop garnet in front of his eyes. ‘I’ve been meaning to give it back to you.’
‘Where did you find this?’ he asked as he took the garnet from her, and held it up in the palm of his hand.
‘I found it a couple of days ago in front of the Fat Lady’s portrait,’ she said. ‘Before everyone had gone off to Hogsmeade’s station for the holidays. I knew it was yours because you had shown it to me before. I figured you may have left it there for me to find.’
He hadn’t, though he didn’t care to admit that out loud. A hint of shame washed over him as he fidgeted around with the garnet in his hands, knowing that he hadn’t even noticed the last piece that he held of his mother was gone.
‘We never did get to speak about your mother.’
‘I’d prefer we keep it that way,’ he said as he closed his fist around the stone.
‘Did you come all the way up to the Gryffindor tower to speak with me?’
He had gone up to the Gryffindor portrait more times than he could count over the past year and a half, hoping for her to come out like she had on that very day that shattered whatever friendship had remained between them. ‘I did,’ he admitted, and noticed that she was still holding on to his other hand.
‘Sev—’
He wasn’t going to wait for another sign any longer. He pulled her in and kissed her. The subtle taste of her sweat mixing in with the dried blood that lingered around his mouth. The stone swiftly shoved into his pocket as he cupped her face into his hands, admiring every freckle on her face from up close. ‘Take off your skates,’ he demanded.
She did as she was told without taking her eyes from him. The hunger she had for him earlier returning to her in the form of her cheeks flushing red. ‘You should take off yours too,’ she said.
He untied his skates at record speed and tossed them across the locker room. A whole summer spent lying on their backs for each other, to more than a year of pretending none of it had ever happened had left them both in a frenzy. He kissed her on the neck as he unbuttoned her coat, his hands shaking at the excitement of touching her naked body once again.
The soft moan she let out as his hands moved up under her shirt send him into a state of ecstasy. The perfect curvature of her breasts warming his hands as he circled his thumbs around her nipples, ready to take them into his mouth. ‘Last time we fucked was on your parents’ couch,’ he said before running his tongue across a nipple. ‘I still think about that day a lot.’
‘And the best fuck we’ve ever had was on my sister’s bed,’ she said, and balled his hair into her fist, ‘with you pulling at my hair like that.’
Without warning he grabbed her legs, slammed her down on her back on the bench, and spread them apart on each side. Her hair danced around her as she laughed, and she kicked off her trousers at such a speed that made it clear she was impatient for his cock. ‘I want you to fuck me from behind again like you did that day,’ she said as she ran a foot across his chest, and exposed her breasts for him to look at.
‘You know the rules,’ he teased as he ran his fingers across the inside of her thighs. ‘You only get to demand one single thing each time.’
‘Oi!’ she gasped, and growled at him as she looked up. ‘I’ve missed out on so many times, I think I ought to have at least two, don’t you think?’
He was about ready to push his thumbs in between her knickers, when he stopped dead in his tracks. From across the room he saw a locker baring only one name; J. Potter. ‘Stand up,’ he said firmly without taking his eyes off the locker. ‘Your first demand will be met.’
‘Implying that I will get my second,’ she said as she moved up, and latched on to his coat. ‘Take it off.’
With his coat dropped onto the floor he practically dragged her towards the locker. Her round arse grinding into him as he placed her hands above her head, covering Potter’s name, and her breasts firmly pressed against the cool metal. ‘Pull my hair,’ she commanded.
‘Is that your second demand?’ he asked while roughly pulling her knickers down onto the floor. ‘Arch your back and spread your legs for me.’
‘No,’ she growled as she did what she was told.
Severus dropped his trousers on to the floor, whipped out his cock, and moved it up and down against the inside of her leg. ‘I can feel how wet you are,’ he said as he grabbed her by the neck, and fisted her hair between his fingers, pulling roughly. ‘Keep your hands where I can see them.’
With his free hand he guided his cock inside of her, and took a hold of her hip. The warm wetness of her vagina felt like coming home after years of being lost in the wilderness, and with his fingers he reached out for her clit, rubbing it exactly in the way that he knew she liked. ‘Move your hips for me,’ he said while thrusting gently in and out of her. He didn’t dare going any faster, knowing for sure he wouldn’t last long if he did. ‘What other thing would you like me to do to you?’
Lily giggled in between her moaning. ‘I want you to do the one thing you never wanted to do.’
He pulled at her hair, her back arching even more as he did, and brought his lips down to her ear. ‘That would be most unwise,’ he said as he thrusted a little harder, and caused her to pounce her fist against the locker.
‘What’s life without a little risk, Sev,’ she said, and he could feel that she was tightening the muscles in her pelvis around him, trapping him there.
Severus glanced up at the locker, and looked at Potter’s name written in between the cracks of her fingers. The very thought that the risk if it could one day lie in Potter’s hands unleashed something dark within him. If it had to happen, then it had to happen with him, and no one else. ‘Your sister was right to call you a freak.’
He knew he had done it now. Driving her mad about something had always been the easiest way to get her to take off her clothes, knowing she got off on it. She grinded on his cock like the waves of the sea crashing against the shore. His fingers still moving in circles around her clit, knowing she was seconds away from coming loudly. ‘Come for me first,’ he said, barely able to contain himself any longer. ‘If you do, I’ll cum inside you.’
Her knees were shaking the moment she came, and he had to hold on to her tightly before she could fall down onto the floor. He finally understood why she had wanted him to do this every time they had found their way beneath the sheets. Feeling years of pent up energy being pushed inside of her at full force made him reach a place he –
‘Evans, what did you do to my Sn - oh, fuck Merlin!’
Potter, followed by Black soon after, had made his way inside the locker room. Severus shielded Lily from their eyes as well as he could manage, but that didn’t stop Potter from violently throwing up in a corner of the room at the sight of it.
‘Let’s just get out of here, Prongs,’ Black said, and didn’t know where to look as he grabbed Potter by his coat.
‘What the hell is he doing to her!?’ Potter screamed, and whipped out his wand. He clearly wanted to cast some sort of hex at Severus, but didn’t dare to look again. ‘Against my own locker nonetheless!’
‘None of our concern,’ Black said desperately, and seemed to grow very uncomfortable about it all. ‘Let’s just leave, James. It’s weird enough as it is.’
Severus and Lily watched Black struggle to drag Potter outside, and burst out into a fit of laughter as soon as they vanished around the corner. ‘How about we go take a shower together?’ he said while tossing a towel around her. ‘Warm you up a little.’
Lily reached out between her legs and ran her finger, still stained with his blood, through the cum that was dripping down her leg. ‘Want a taste of that?’ she teased while holding up her cum-stained finger in front of him.
He took a hold of her hand and guided her finger towards her own mouth instead. ‘I bet you missed the taste of that,’ he answered with a grin, and watched her lick it off like it was her favourite flavour of ice cream.
She looked up at him, her eyes glowing in the same way they had done by the riverbank in the sweltering summer heat. ‘I’m glad you left that garnet up there for me to find,’ she said.
‘For what it’s worth,’ he said as he guided her towards the showers, ‘I’m just glad that you found it at all.’
…o0o…
‘It’s your birthday, Sev,’ she said, dumbfounded. ‘That means you should be the one receiving gifts. Not the other way around.’
‘Getting to talk to you again is already the best gift I have received in years,’ he answered genuinely.
Together they had found their way inside an empty classroom, somewhere deep inside the Slytherin dungeons. The students had all returned to Hogwarts on this day, and dinner was still being served up in the Great Hall, but they paid it no heed. ‘Are you certain you want to give this to me?’ she asked. ‘It’s the only thing that you have left of your mother.’
‘I know she would’ve wanted you to have this,’ he said, and believed it to be true. ‘And besides, what purpose does it serve if its just hidden in my pocket all the time. Go on, hold up your hair.’
He unclipped the delicate clasp of the silver chain, and hung the teardrop garnet around her neck. ‘Perfect,’ he said as he watched it dangle right above her breasts. ‘It suits you.’
‘It looks a bit like a drop of blood, don’t you think?’ she said, and touched it with gratitude.
‘It also looks a bit like your clit,’ he smirked, ‘after I’ve had my way with it.’
Lily rolled her eyes, and huffed. ‘Always such a romantic,’ she said, and crinkled her nose in the way that he loved so much. ‘Come here.’
He leaned forward, and felt a soft kiss being planted onto his crooked nose. He never bothered telling her that she had caused it to be this way, because for what it’s worth, every time he would see himself in the mirror over the years, he saw a little piece of her imprinted into him, forever.