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London was always crowded this time of year, everyone came during the summer break, although it always baffled severine why anyone would enjoy the blazing heat of the sun during such times.
Even when she was just a little girl she recalls not liking the summer for this exact reason, she always got sunburned and even if anyone spared her some sunscreen it did nothing but make her look more pale.
As an adult though, she had managed after many unpleasant cases of sunburn, to create an oil base palm that felt cool on her body and protected her almost transparent skin at times.
Thankfully she doesn't need to worry about any of that this summer because currently she's getting ready to have her first ever vacation outside Great Britain.
"Do you need any help in there?" The shop worker asked from behind the dressing curtains, severine groaned but kept her cool.
"I am perfectly capable of dressing myself just fine thank you." She had charmed the curtains to stay shut but still felt anxious whenever the sound of shoes came closer to her dressing corner.
Severine was a fairly thin woman, she had curves but wouldn't consider herself model skinny, she was too pale, she had a pear shape if you look closely underneath the silhouette of her clothes.
She didn't go out of her way to show off her body or wear anything that made certain areas more appealing, in her opinion she wasn't pretty enough to gain that sort of attention, to begin with, but to accomplish what she wanted she needed to at least look East on the eye.
She sighed at her reflection in the mirror.
There were better chances of her finding something more of her style in a wizarding store but she would rather die than be seen by someone she knows in the market shopping for lingerie.
But this shopping trip wasn't about finding her style but about what would make a man want to...fuck her to say it plainly.
She had picked a few sets so far and all of them made her hate the person she was looking at even more each time.
The one she had on now was something she'd never pick herself, it was a suggestion from the shop worker, severine doesn't know what that woman was thinking handing her this set.
It was a baby blue color lace set with matching stockings and a little bow at the straps of the panties.
It felt too much but did men like it too much? She had no idea, men were a mystery to her, she didn't understand them and they didn't understand her, all she knew was she just wanted to feel like she wasn't...lonely.
She looked down at the pile beside her took off what she had on threw it with the bunch, pulled on her panties covered her face with her hands then rubbed her arms.
"Miss...perhaps I have something more your style?" Another worker spoke from behind the dressing room.
Severine made a face before removing the charm holding the curtains still and grabbed her top to cover her breasts.
She was slightly surprised to see that it was an older woman this time, almost in her 50s, she smiled warmly at her then handed her a one piece then left.
Severine looked at the new piece with thought, it wasn't anything crazy.
It was a black babydoll dress with a heart-shaped sheer top, the witch's cheeks flushed softly when she realized the straps were also ribbons.
She put it on and for the first time since she walked in didn't feel grossed out with herself, the dress was obviously short but she had long legs that complimented it, and her nipples poked through the delicate see-through fabric.
She licked her lips and turned around, lifting the back slightly and looking down at her behind, it was what women did in magazines, they looked stunning, she may have the face but at least she could try to be...sexy.
So she bought it and walked out with a new thing for her trip.
You see, severine turned 35 this year and she hasn't even been kissed before and she's not that dumb to not understand why.
As a young girl, she was scrawny and pale, poor to add to the mix, and didn't dress that well, she had very sharp features and everyone thought she looked mean.
She was also an introvert who liked her own pace and had a couple of close friends, everyone assumed she was a boy for the first half of Hogwarts due to her wearing a boy's uniform since it was cheaper, and never corrected anyone when they called her a boy.
And when she did start to dress more feminine, it was a little too late for boys to find her interesting, it was a slap in the face when she heard them talk about her big nose and big bug eyes, her flat chest, and freakishly long hair.
She denied it ever bothering her, ever feeling left out and lonely, because that wasn't her plan, she planned to become a great potions master or duelist...
But things can't always be what we wish for, severine was denied three internships due to the expenses of traveling and a chance of training with a pro duelist because she was...well, she didn't fit the image of an intern he wanted which meant she wasn't pretty enough to be seen with him.
So years passed, and she kept working and working, eventually getting her master's but it was proven hard to get a high position with the many more qualified people in the field.
Plus, she had no one to recommend her, even her own potions professor was too infatuated with her friend's talent than hers.
And with plan A and plan B being on hold she had to go and jump in plan C.
Currently, she's been working in her house and selling position via commissions and saved up enough to plan her trip.
Severine wanted to lose her virginity, but not only that she had plans to get pregnant too, she wasn't looking for her love or companionship she just wanted to feel her age.
So she planned this whole thing.
In a short while, she'll be in Brazil, meeting a man she made a deal with, someone who she paid to get her pregnant and not demand anything other than the money she signed up to give.
It was simple, they would have regular sex until her mini vacation was over, and she would take fertility potions every few days to make sure she was pregnant by the end of her trip then head back to England.
"Your seat is down just this way ma" The flight attendant led her to her seat in the first class, traveling by muggle teleportation was a good idea to avoid being tracked by unwanted visitors.
Her friends were paying anyway, Narcissa was one of the very few people she had told about her plans, and in a way of showing support gave her a generous sum of money and Lucius bought her a dinner dress.
"Would you like anything to drink miss?" The flight attendant came back with a tray filled with different alcoholic drinks.
"...surprise me"
Severine ended up landing with a slight headache from the many margaritas she had consumed and by the time she reached her hotel room it was already past dark.
She woke up the next morning and took a hangover potion then began getting ready and by that, it meant crunching down in the bathroom and shaving every inch out of hair on her body.
She wasn't all that hair in general but she didn't care enough to shave regularly since she already wore long sleeves and her legs stayed covered.
It was the afternoon when she finally was finished, she had showered and tried to curl her pin-straight hair a little using hair rollers and heating charms to give some volume to her locks.
Makeup wasn't foreign to her thankfully, Narcissa made sure she knew what worked for her complexion and face shape.
She looked at herself in the mirror, she didn't remember looking this dolled up ever.
The dress Lucius bought was gorgeous, a dark red dress with a deep neckline, it made her petite breasts look a tad more feminine.
Looking at the time she hurried and wore her heels, she was already tall without them but Narcissa assured her that looking tall was better than wearing flats with a dress like this.
The weather in the evening was nice, the streets were filled with beautiful tan and black women, some had swimsuits on while others wore cocktail dresses, they seemed like they were having fun, and a part of her envied them.
They looked to be around her age yet she wasn't as comfortable in her skin nor did she dare dress the way they did on the regular.
The men looked at them, they didn't scrunch up their noses when they walked by and laughed afterward.
Severine kept her head down till the taxi dropped her off at the restaurant, she walked up to the front desk and gave in the name of the booking with some extra details then was led to her booth.
It was as she requested in the corner, away from prying eyes and close to the window, her date was supposed to come exactly at 7;30, they would have dinner and then head back to her place.
It was now 7:15 and all she could do was wait patiently for the guy to show up, all she knew by that point was that he was a young man who needed the extra money and was willing to do it regarding her conditions, she hadn't met him face to face but the owls did most of the communicating.
Their first interaction was through a mutual in the ministry, she drunkenly confessed one night how desperate she felt, and from then on he reached out and one thing led to another and now she's sitting in some fancy restaurant in Brazil.
She anxiously played with the small silver ring on her middle finger, twisting it uncontrollably and avoiding eye contact with people, she only ordered some water to the table bread sticks, she wasn't planning on eating much anyway.
When it hit exactly 7:30, a man walked in.
She took a deep breath and looked up, she could feel a slight lump in her throat as the young gentleman walked closer to her table.
At first glance she could tell she was taller than him, like she was standing next to most men, he was tan, naturally tan to be exact, with wide shoulders and big...green eyes, his hair was curly and soft looking, and full lips and quite hairy by the looks of the hair sticking from his open top.
Severine debated canceling the whole idea just then and there but held her ground, hell she survived a war she can do this.
He smiled at her and extended his hand "Severine, am I correct?"
She took his hand and blushed at how much rougher his hands were...manly hands, bigger and much stronger than her long slim fingers.
"Yes. You are Harry...Harry Dursley?"
Harry shook her hand gently, he wasn't trying to intimidate her, something she wasn't sure what to of.
Harry sat down across from her, his smile never wavering and his eyes filled with interest.
She cleared her throat "I didn't order anything I didn't know what you'd like so you're free to order something to drink or we could start our appetizers"
Harry didn’t seem to be paying attention to what she said but instead just staring, it made her slightly uncertain yet again.
"You didn’t tell me you had beauty marks" he blurted out while resting his chin on his palm.
She held her breath for a second and then crossed her arms, she wasn’t used to showing this much skin let alone someone pointing out the beauty marks on her chest and arms.
"Is there a problem with that?" She raised a brow.
Harry shook his head "Not at all, I quite like them" Then he reached for the menu and ordered an appetizer.
He got shrimp while she got spinach rolls.
She couldn’t deny the food was delicious, the conversation was so bad, Harry was young but he wasn’t insufferable…
"Strawberry and pineapple punch? Pretty sweet" He chuckled eyeing her choice of drink.
He wasn’t insufferable but Merlin was a brat.
She huffed and drank her punch with some color to her pale cheeks.
They both ordered steaks, Harry spoke about how he was still growing accustomed to eating big amounts of protein since he started to work out.
"The Auror business is truly something else"
"I see…you’re only twenty right,"
"Yeah I’ve been in the training program for three years now and I’m graduating in December"
"That’s why you need the Money, you’re still training without payment?" She leaned back in her chair with her glass pressed to her lips.
He licked his lips and pulled his hands off the table "Yes, I’ll also like to visit my parents after graduation"
"Why? You haven’t seen them in a while?"
"Well…let’s say my mother wasn’t ready for when she got pregnant so I spent the majority of my childhood with my aunt and her husband, I took their last name and we’ve been living in Iceland for a while, I only see them on private visits"
She blinks, so the guy was unplanned, that was not what she expected but who is she to judge "And you want to show them that you grew up to be someone to be proud of I’m assuming"
Harry nods.
Their desserts arrive soon after and Harry asks a few more questions of his own "I am aware of the reasons you chose to do this instead of doing it with any random wizard but I can’t help but wonder, wasn’t there…anyone else? Like a friend, someone close? An ex or a crush…"
Severine had expected a question like that to come up so answering wasn’t so hard "I have an ex but they are called exes for a reason, I wouldn’t want to associate with him any time soon"
"I see…and the baby thing?"
She wiped her lips carefully to not mess up her lipstick "As much as I hate to admit it I…I find myself longing for the need to be a caretaker…my body has been experiencing tense maternal instincts lately and I think I’m finically prepared for a baby"
Harry bit the inside of his cheek "And if the baby doesn’t come out looking like you?"
She snorted "I couldn’t care less really, in complete honestly I’d rather the baby look more like you, at least they wouldn’t have to deal with my features"
"But there is nothing wrong with your features-"
"I think that’s enough questions for now… I’d rather us get going, the bill please!" She cut him off and called for their check.
Harry was a gentleman to the bone, keeping his distance but staying close, making it clear she was with him and glaring at anyone who gave funny looks their way.
By the time they reached the hotel room her heart was pounding in her chest, she led him inside and took off her heels, he looked back at her with a little smirk, her regular height was still more than his but now his nose was the same level as her lips.
She glared out of nature and went inside her bathroom to change after gesturing for him to get comfortable.
Severine Tobias snape remembered her mother at that very moment, she remembered the rare night her father would be sober and tell her mother to dress up for a change, that he was sick of seeing her in those rags she called clothes.
So she’ll watch her mother from the open crack in the door, wear her short nightgown and brush her hair, apply some lipstick and dust away some flush on her cheeks, put eyeliner in her waterline and some mascara…severine thought her mother always looked beautiful in her way.
Right, she looked at herself, all dolled up for a man, but things were different, severine wasn’t pressured into this nor was she threatened with a beating if she didn’t listen.
Harry wasn’t like her father, or at least she thought, he only wanted her money, perhaps someone to mess with for a while during his vacation and she was ok with that, they both had their reasons and she was 100% confident this was what she wanted.
Harry sat on the bed with his legs wide open and his shirt now lying on the bedsheets.
Severine was…nervous, that was something she couldn’t fake, no matter how many years of being a double spy meant.
Harry’s eyes ranked her body, from her long legs up to her lips, Adam’s apple moved then he reached for her hand and pulled her into his lap.
She looked away to hide her flushed face, her hand resting on his hairy chest "You can…do as you please"
Harry pressed his lips to her cheek and then down to her neck, his kisses were tender but his arms felt strong and possessive.
"I promise to make this enjoyable for you" he whispered.
Severine closed her eyes, his lips moved lower, and with a swift of his hand, her ribbons were untied.
And that was the beginning of their long week together.