Nosy
A short drabble series written for the 'Legilimency' challenge on gs100 Rating:PG13
It was akin to rape—he knew this from personal experience, having suffered Voldemort rummaging through his head on too many occasions to count—but the girl was more than a little tipsy and flirting outrageously with him.
It’s a set up: Potter’s behind this, the scarred, belittled teenager within screamed. Don’t be a fool. Leave. Now!’
The Slytherin and former double-agent, however, begged to differ, reasoning it wouldn’t harm to just skim the surface. After all, she was like an open book; she probably wouldn’t even detect his presence…
Legilimens.
It was the best decision of his life.
*
It wasn’t love, but Severus Snape wasn’t a man to look a gift horse in the mouth. Her mind was laid out like a banquet—it took him a moment to realise he was the honoured guest and the delicacies on display were being willingly offered up to him.
She didn’t seem surprised when he Apparated them somewhere more private or object when they collapsed on his bed in a frenzy of tangled limbs and unwanted clothing.
Her desire took his breath away, but it was her tender caresses that stole his heart.
He never even noticed it was missing.
*
A year later found him dancing at his own, much publicised, wedding.
His bride smiled up at him. ‘Want to see what I’ve got planned for later?’
Images of lacy underthings assuaged his consciousness. Severus bent to whisper in her ear: ‘I cannot dance with a hard-on, wife.’ Smirking, he retaliated with images of his own.
Hermione blushed. ‘Do you think our guests would miss us if we left early?’
‘Probably,’ Severus replied. ‘But I couldn’t care less.’
‘Then let’s go home.’
They Disapparated together, leaving in their wake the amused, the scandalised and a furiously scribbling Rita Skeeter.