Another Dark Star

Chapter 24- 7th year


At Eight that evening, Severus escorted Sadira to a nice restaurant in town. As requested, she wore the ball gown again and he dressed in a smart Muggle suit.

They caught a taxi, ignoring the curtain twitching of the nosy neighbours. The restaurant was a nice cosy Italian, quite a popular place. They attracted a few funny looks when they entered, but she assured him it was probably due to her dress.
They became more comfortable as the evening went on, possibly something to do with the wine. It was clear to the other diners that they were very much in love, even if they did seem an odd match.

Unfortunately, they were just getting started on dessert when a bleach blonde woman made her way to their table.

“Severus Snape, is that you?”

The smile he wore from the conversation he was sharing dropped. He glared at the woman in confusion, then a shadow passed over his face as recognition dawned.

“Julia Beecham.” He replied icily.

“I thought it was you. God I haven’t seen you in what? Twenty five years, since Primary school.” She said blithely, apparently unaware of his displeasure at being interrupted. “And it’s Hammond now, not Beecham.”

“Really? Well, fascinating as the minutiae of your tiny little life are, I was enjoying my dinner in peace.” He sneered.

“Severus, please. Be nice.” Sadira said gently. This Julia woman seemed to have only just noticed her sat there.

“Oh, hello. Are you a friend of his?” she pried.

“That is none of your business.” He said coldly.

“I remember you used to hang around with that Lily Evans, nice girl she was. I was friends with her sister Petunia. What happened to her?” the clumsy Muggle blundered on.

Snape’s face grew even paler and his eyes took a hard edge.

“She... died. I believe Petunia moved to Surrey.” He replied quietly.

“Oh, that’s a shame. So, who’s your young friend?” she went on.

Snape’s hand itched to whip out his wand and hex the stupid woman into oblivion, but Sadira winked at him conspiratorially and stood to show her dress and figure to greater effect. She’d had enough of this silly woman who was clearly making Severus upset on her important day and resolved to show her up.

“Hello, I’m Sadira Prewett, pleased to meet you.” She said in a falsely friendly tone.

“So, how do you know Severus then, are you a relative?”

“Oh, no! I’m his girlfriend.” Sadira said, putting on a girly giggle for effect. It was worth it. The woman’s jaw dropped and she stared at Snape.

“Oh, I see. Sorry to interrupt your romantic dinner.” She said incredulously.

“Tonight is a special celebration. You see I have just been accepted to a prestigious University. My exam results were among the highest in the country.” Sadira gloated. Well, it was true!

“Well, congratulations. I’ll leave you to your celebration.” She said, wandering off to sit back down with a balding man near the wall.

She kept looking over her shoulder at the pair with a combination of confusion and disapproval. When her chubby hubby noticed where she was looking, he eyed the couple with interest and jealousy.

“Why did you do that? I hardly know the nosy cow.” Snape asked crossly. Sadie reached out and took his hand across the table.

“Because my Love, she was going to hang around as long as it took to get a bit of gossip. By volunteering some information I got rid of her sooner. All she knows now is that you have a younger, intelligent girlfriend. Definitely the sort of gossip you can live with.” Sadira replied.

“You forgot beautiful.” He said kissing her hand. She blushed and stared at the table.

“That’s going a bit far I think.” She said, embarrassed.

“I have never understood why you do not see how beautiful you are. Everywhere you go, you turn heads.” He assured her.

“Thank you Severus, but the only one whose opinion I care about is you.” She replied

“I know, and I am glad. I will never know what I did to deserve you.” He said.

“You are a good man Sev, I don’t know why you don’t think so.” His eyes flickered to his left forearm. “That was in the past Love, you have tried to get on with your life. Let it go.” She urged.

“It is not entirely in the past, but that is not talk for here my Love.” He said vaguely. She looked at him puzzled but did not press him. She knew he would explain when he was ready.

“Come on, let’s go home and finish celebrating in private.” She said quietly. He smirked as he hailed the waiter for the bill.


They gave the curtain twitchers something to talk about when they arrived home. He couldn’t find his keys, and she wasn’t making it any easier. She pulled him into a deep passionate clinch on the doorstep. He forgot himself and their surroundings, pressing her against the door kissing her fiercely before they realised his keys were in his trouser pocket.

She cheekily fetched them for him, brushing her hand against his member on purpose, teasing him before turning and opening the door, running up the stairs while he shut it behind them.

“You’re going to pay for that you little tease!” he shouted up the stairs.

When he arrived in their room, she was already undressed and under the covers.

“I do hope so.” She shot back cheekily as he swiftly divested himself of the Muggle clothes and slid in bed beside her.

As soon as his skin touched hers, they clung to each other once more, kissing each other passionately again. She pressed her body against him encouragingly, but he moved away, grabbing her wrists.

“I told you, you are going to pay.” He said with a wicked smile.

He began trailing little kisses down her neck and across her chest, flicking his tongue over the nipples, then moving lower. He kept her hands pinned by her sides as he continued the delicious torture, nibbling her soft belly and the flesh of her hips. He continued to lick, kiss and nibble her thighs. He worked his way up the inside from her knees to her apex, where he teasingly flicked his tongue over her nub, blowing on it to engorge it further. She had gone from encouraging moans to frustrated babbling. He smirked up at her.

“You’re a cruel man Severus Snape!” she moaned.

“Of course I am. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.” He said smugly.

Before she had a chance to reply, he firmly licked the length of her lower lips, then plunged his tongue inside her. Her wrists jerked against his grip, trying to reach out to him, but he held her firm, licking and thrusting at her till she lost her senses. She was close to the edge now; her back arched on the bed and her fingers gripping at the sheets.

“Please Sev, I want to touch you.” She whimpered. He stopped his ministrations and moved up her body, still holding her wrists, kissing his way back up to her lips.

“I suppose you have been suitably chastised for now.” He said, releasing her hands. They flew straight to his hair, pulling him into another ravenous kiss, then slid over his shoulders and down his back, pressing on his hips as she moved hers up to meet them. He slid into her easily, holding her hips down and controlling the pace once more.

“I believe I told you I am in charge from now on, Sadie.” He growled, slowly sliding in and out of her very wet hot sheath. She was so turned on from his teasing, she didn’t last long, she locked her ankles behind his back and came hard, jerking her hips against his. He increased the pace and soon followed her to completion, then lay there locked in her embrace, both too exhausted to move.

“Thank you for a lovely evening.” She muttered sleepily. He smiled at her but neither stayed awake much longer.



Later that week, Sadira was sat on the sofa between Severus’ legs, lying against him as he lay against the corner. Both were reading from his extensive library, but her mind was not on the page before her.

“Severus, that woman asked about your friend Lily. You never mention her and you seemed upset. Who was she?” she asked tentatively.

He sighed and put down his book.

“Lily was my best friend, my only real friend in Hogwarts. However she was a Gryffindor, so our friendship was frowned upon by our other friends.” He began. She turned over onto her stomach, still lying on him, and looked up at him.

“We fell out because she didn’t like who I chose to associate with. I had an... unhealthy interest in the Dark Arts. She knew I was going to join the Death Eaters when I left. She was Muggle born so obviously she did not approve. Despite this, I think I loved her; she was clever and vivacious, and she stuck by me for a long time.

One day, after suffering a humiliation at the hands of the same Gryffindor boys your mother used to associate with, I lashed out at her. I said some very nasty things to her which I instantly regretted but she would not forgive me. After school, I joined the Death Eaters and she married the ringleader of that little group. Yet I still cared for her and was inconsolable when she was killed.” He confessed. Somehow it felt good to get this painful story off his chest to someone he knew would not judge him for it.

“Killed? I thought you said she died?”

“The Dark Lord killed her personally. That is why I left the Death Eaters. When I found out the Dark Lord wanted her dead, I went to Dumbledore and pleaded with him to protect her. In exchange I became a spy, passing on plans and secrets.” He told her.

“What did she do to deserve a personal visit?” Sadira asked, horrified.

“Nothing, only have a child. You see she married James Potter.” He told her miserably.

“Oh my gods, Harry’s mum?!” she exclaimed.

“I didn’t know you knew her. I’m sorry you had to go through such a horrible thing.” She said kissing his cheek, tactfully ignoring the silent tears he had shed.

“You were so brave, risking your life like that for information. As far as I’m concerned, you are a war hero.” She said with admiration.

“No I’m not. I only did it to try and keep her safe and I couldn’t even do that properly.” He said bitterly.

“Is that why you hate Potter so much?” she asked.

“Partly that, partly because his father was an arrogant jumped up swine who used to torment me, and partly because he remains my responsibility.” He sighed.

“I don’t understand.” She said, perplexed. He sat up and pulled her towards him.

“The gossip among the students this summer was right, as usual. The Dark Lord did indeed attempt to return to corporeal form and once again was foiled by Potter, mainly through luck and more intelligent friends.” He explained.

“How can that be, I thought he died when he tried to kill Harry?” she asked confused.

“No, he merely returned to spirit form. He used ancient Dark magic to ensure he could not be killed easily. I fear one day he may return, and I shall be forced to one day face him again, to resume my role as Dumbledore’s spy.” He told her quietly.
She clung to him, unshed tears in her eyes.

“I hope that day never comes, I’d be too scared of losing you.” She choked.

“I feel the same Sadira. I do love you, very much.” He told her.