Suffering

"I forgot my cat"

She didn’t know where she was going to go yet but she knew she didn’t want to see him. Y/N felt completely betrayed by him like he had tricked her. She kept walking until she made it to the pub that her and Theo had been to. She made her way to the bar, checking her bag for muggle currency. She took out what she had on her and laid it on the bar. The bartender came over and asked what she wanted, “I want as many shots of vodka as I can get,” pushing the money over to him. “Of course Miss, take it slow though,” he said. He put 6 shot glasses in front of her and poured each of them full. The young man behind the bar looked at Y/N hesitantly, perhaps scared she would down all of them at once. 

Y/N thanked the young man and picked the first glass up, taking a breath before shooting it back. Muggle liquor was terrible and always burned. She knew she had to pace herself plus she didn’t want to go back to the cottage immediately. One by one, she took her time downing the shots. She sat there, not looking at anyone, just lost in her head. “I should have brought my cat,” she said aloud to herself. Y/N felt the warmth of the alcohol taking over her body. After she had them all down, she rested her forehead on her hands, elbows on the bar top. 

Perhaps she should go back to the solicitor and get money to run away, she thought. Beyond being infuriated and hurt, she couldn’t even muster any tears this time. If the idea didn’t immediately revolt her, she thought of taking a lad home from the pub back to her cottage. That would really set him off if he were there waiting. Honestly, she believed he deserved everything he got at this point. She started to wonder if Mr Alder had anything to drink at his house since she was out of muggle currency. Y/N prayed to an unknown God that Severus wasn’t there. 

She slowly peeled herself off the bar stool, realizing how shaky her legs were from the alcohol. Grabbing her bag, she made it back out to the street. It was a lovely mild summer evening, unfortunately the air wasn’t as nice as it was in Spinner's End. She walked as slowly to the cottage as she could, knowing she could no longer avoid this. Standing by the street, she was pushing herself to walk through the gate to the house.

 “Please don’t be here, please don’t be here,” she told herself. She stood on the step digging through her bag for the key. Finally she fished it out and went to put the key in the door, but the knob flew out of her hand from being opened on the other side. The man on the other side was furious.

 “How did you get a key to the door?” she asked him in a defeated voice, taking her own keys out of the door. “Flower pot,” he said matter of factly. “Leave,” she said, walking past him dropping her bag on the floor. She ignored him and walked to the kitchen, opening the cabinets, looking for something to drink. A single bottle with less than a sip in it was all she could find. 

“Come home,” he pleaded. “If you don’t leave, I will be forced to sleep in the garden. We can’t have that now can we?” she said, turning back around to face him with her arms crossed. He was still standing in the living room but she could see him from her position in the kitchen. An idea came to her head, she would go get something out of the wooden box in the living room. 

“You’re being childish right now,” he spat, standing still. “I’ve had about enough of you saying that to me,” she said, not even looking at him. She dug into the box and pulled something out, looking for a match. Severus came over and took it out of her mouth before she had lit a match. “Leave,” she said again, looking away from him.  “You’re coming home,” he demanded, grabbing her arm. His grasp wasn’t tight though, she was able to pull her arm away lazily.

 “I forgot my cat, I will come get him tomorrow,” she said walking towards the garden door. Before she knew it, he had grabbed her arm again and apparated them back to Spinner's End. Y/N was so out of it from the alcohol, she fell to her knees. “You can’t do this,” she said in a defeated tone. 

Severus had enough for now, he leaned down to pick her up and carry her to the bedroom. “Put me down, now,” she said angrily. He wouldn’t though, he just continued carrying her up the stairs, her head falling back from how tired she was. He somewhat gently placed her on the edge of the bed and went to fetch her some pajamas, handing them to her. She swatted them out of his hand, she was dead set on showing him how childish she could be. “Fine,” he said, starting to undress her himself to put the pajamas on.

 “Am I a prisoner?” she asked as he pulled her top off, putting the t-shirt on top of her bra. “No,” he said, standing her up to take her skirt off, and seating her back on the bed to put her legs in the pajama pants. “Do you have anything to drink?” she asked hoping he would allow her this one mercy.

 “You’re going to bed,” he said, pulling her pants up her body. “Against my will,” she said, letting him manipulate her body. “Yes against your will,” he said, just giving into her nonsense. “Lay down,” he said, trying to get her onto the pillows. “It is a thousand degrees in here right now,” she said, burning up from the alcohol. Once he had the blankets pulled up on Y/N he went to open the window for air. 

She really couldn’t fight him anymore tonight, she was physically and mentally exhausted, not to mention the alcohol. “Lay with me,” she said, rolling onto her side with her back to his spot. Severus sighed heavily, and went to his side getting undressed. “Wait, I want my cat,” she said before he got in bed. 

“Please,” she said when she heard his annoyed breath. The man went downstairs and brought back a sleeping pile of cat which he laid next to Y/N. Severus finished undressing, getting into the bed, hesitant if he should hold her or not. “I’m waiting,” she said impatiently. He moved over, wrapping his arms around her, flicking off the lights with his wandless magic. “I’m still mad at you,” she said, almost falling asleep. He just replied, “I know, Princess.”