Mistakes are Made for the Better, Really

A year had passed since Voldemort had fallen - for good this time. And Severus reminded himself he was allowed to shake the shackles of the past off . . . just this once.
He drained his drink. "Your rooms, or mine?"
And so, they stumbled into the room together, all possessive hands and hungry mouths. Just two dark creatures taking enjoyment in the feel of one another.
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