The Secret Diary of Severus Snape

Title: Severus Snape’s Secret Diary
Author: Mimine (mimine101@hotmail.com)
Pairing: Too many to mention. Mostly SS/LM for now
Rating: Big fat NC-17
Disclaimers: Not mine, JKR’s.
Archive: Sure, just ask
Note: Date format is dd/mm/yyyy

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*It is a little red book. It had been a gift, which explained its colour. Severus wouldn’t be caught dead owning anything in the hated Gryffindor red but the diary had come in handy one morning when he had wanted to share with someone, anyone the previous night’s events. He had gone on like that. Many of his entries were not dated, written in different colours or shades of ink, his spidery handwriting hurried and almost utterly illegible in some, neat and more rounded in others. There were even illustrations in a few of the pages. It was a treasured book, a witness to 30 years of his life and even though he claimed to use it to chronicle his sexual escapades one could argue that on several occasions it had chronicled much more than that.*

10/ 10 /1975
I didn’t have anything to write before since my only lover had been my fist. The size of this diary is rather intimidating. I’d like to fill it, experience everything there is to experience. at at the same time I’m a little scared. Sex is complicated and unsafe.

I suppose you could say I was molested last night. I was wondering when my turn would come and it did. I don’t know why Lucius does this. I’m not the first fifth year who has had him slip into his bed and I won’t be the last. “Be quiet, little Snape” he whispered and before I knew it, my prick was out of my pyjama bottoms and into his mouth. Slick and hot and making a little suckling sound that appeared deafening to me in the quiet dormitory. I squirted in his mouth. I had tried to pull back but he didn’t let me. It was good. It was incredible. I don’t think masturbation will cut me for me anymore even if I use my very own lubricant which has already made me a rather wealthy fifth year Potions prodigy. It occurred to me that I might be needing it soon for something more than preventing chafing when I wank. Lucius pinched my arse hard before he left and whispered something about me owing him one.

13/ 10/ 1975
I was checking the bruise on my bum at the changing room mirror when Rosier bumped into me. Lestrange and Avery had been fighting next to him and they’d pushed him on me. He apologised sullenly. He’d been strange with me the last couple of days. I suspect it is because Malfoy had been visiting his bed for a couple of weeks before he moved on to mine. I asked him what’s wrong. As I said the words, I was surprised to discover that I actually cared. I truly had missed him the last couple of days. He was about to reply when a loud cry from the direction of Lestrange and Avery caught our attention.

“Lestrange, you poof, get off me!”

Lestrange did, clad only in a towel that made a little tent at the front.

“Don’t take it as a compliment, you git. I’m always randy enough to fuck the Whomping Willow.” He turned to me and Rosier.

“What is it? You act as though you’ve never seen a prick before.” With that he let the towel drop, revealing it in all its glory. He pointed it to me and Rosier and wiggled it as though it were a wand.

“Fuck me, Lestrange, you’re bonkers!”

That was Avery. Lestrange told him to take it out too, we could all see that he was hard as well. It seemed that Lestrange’s priapic tendencies were contagious because soon Avery had taken out his prick as well. Not as large as Lestrange’s but also quite impressive with a slight inclination to the left. I’m not sure who challenged who. Not before long our two friends had their pricks in their fists and were pumping away to see who would squirt the farthest. My underwear felt rather restrictive on the front and Rosier next to me had started to breathe heavily, his hand working to free his prick. He was the only one of us still in his Quidditch robes. Lestrange and Avery had stepped back to lean against the wall as their fists worked faster and faster on their erections.

“Please, I want to see it!” Apparently the sight of the Lestrange and Avery wankathon wasn’t enough for Evan. I obliged him. Before I had had a chance to take matters into my own hands, he licked his palm thoroughly like a cat about to wash its face, then took a hold of my prick. He wasn’t doing anything I couldn’t do to myself, and better, but it felt fantastic. It was new to feel someone else’s hand on me and I also liked the feel of his own erection against my thigh. Faster and faster, he stroked me hard and I came before Lestrange or Avery, making a mess on Rosier’s hand and on his Quidditch robes. He didn’t seem to mind. He brought his hand to his mouth and licked his fingers one by one like he does after one of his chocolate eating binges.

He then started to rub shamelessly against my bare thigh as he stared at Lestrange and Avery who were just starting to let go, stuffing their wrists in their mouths to muffle their cries. Evan rubbing against me felt slimy but rather nice. He bit my shoulder when he came, his warm spunk trailing slowly down my thigh.

I think Lestrange won the contest. I couldn’t see too well. In no time at all Rosier had taken off his robes, pulled down my underwear completely and had pushed me under the shower. He stood on tiptoe and pressed his lips on mine. It was my first kiss. Not bad.

15/ 10 /1975
I wonder when Lucius will come to collect on my debt. I’m looking forward to it, though to be honest, I’m also a little scared. I decided to prepare myself as much as I can. I’d hate to make a fool of myself to Lucius.

I tried one finger, put it in me and wiggled it about a bit. It felt rather nice but tight, too tight. A hard prick is a lot larger than a finger. I added a second one, dry as I was. Hurt a bit but at the same time I felt myself get hard within seconds. I took a hold of my lubricant, coated my other hand and started stroking myself as I was sitting further and further back on my fingers. Why had I never thought of doing this before? I took out my fingers, scooped up some lubricant and dared three. It was tight, very tight and my wrist hurt as I tried to move my fingers inside but the pleasure was just… exquisite. It didn’t take long for me to come.

I bit on my pillow when my orgasm hit me. My wrist was in agony as I impaled myself as hard as I could. I thrashed, unable to control myself and the blasted bed creaked very loudly in the quiet dormitory.

“Cut it out, you wanker. Some of us are trying to sleep!”

I stayed as still as I could while I removed my fingers, leaving behind the sticky feeling of the lubricant and something… not pain. A feeling of being open. I realised that I had a hard time keeping myself from going to Lestrange, who had quite rudely pointed out that I’d woken him up, and begging him to nail me. I realised that my father will never see the grandchild he so craves. I imagined his face when I tell him and the thought alone was enough for me to go to sleep with a smile on my face.

17/10/1975
My bruise had faded so much it was hardly visible and Lucius hadn’t collected on his debt. I had started to think that he’d lost interest and all my preparation had been for nothing. I was wrong. Jigger paired him up with me today at Potions. We’ve been paired before and he’s gotten over his initial resentment over being paired with the annoying fifth year know-it-all. I hadn’t tried for that label but Jigger knows my father and never passes on an opportunity to demonstrate my Potions making abilities to his class of incompetent seventh years. What a wanker! He treats me as though I’m his little performing monkey. The fear of losing points for Slytherin hasn’t let me intentionally fail any of my potions as I always want to do when that idiot starts singing my praises in class.

Lucius had been looking at me strangely, intensely, not taking his eyes away, not even blinking whenever I raised my eyes from my cauldron to meet his gaze.

It was unsettling to say the least and I ended up botching our potion quite spectacularly. I cursed under my breath and sat down dejected, wanting nothing more than to strangle Jigger who wanted to know what was ailing his little Potions prodigy.

Lucius casually placed his hand on my thigh under the table and suddenly Jigger’s condescending tone didn’t matter one bit, nor did the smoking remains of our potion. Lucius felt me up slowly, his thumb stroking the inside of my thigh.

“I want to fuck you,” he murmured and that was it. We were only five minutes away from the class ending anyway but it appeared that he couldn’t wait. He knocked a bottle of something red on me, I’m pretty sure it was mandrake essence. I didn’t have a chance to check before Lucius dragged me outside by the hand “to clean me up”.

He’d barely closed the bathroom door after us before he grabbed me. His kiss was hard, violent almost. It lasted too long and I was afraid I was going to faint. When he finally let go my bottom lip was bleeding and he licked at it gently as though trying to compensate for his harshness before. He undressed me with practiced ease, his hands stroking my body as layer after layer of clothing was removed. Soon I was naked before him, shivering even though the room wasn’t cold, my prick so hard it had slapped up to my belly and was leaking profusely. He turned me around so forcefully I had to puthandhands up to avoid slamming against the tiled wall. I bent with my legs spread, trying to will my breath and my fluttering heart to slow down.

I recognised by its smell the jar of viscous camomile extract he’d pinched from the classroom. Not ideal for what we wanted but I was glad he’d at least brought something. He parted my buttocks and lubricated finger probed my entrance. Instinctively I pressed back to take it in. Lucius drew in a sharp breath.

“I’m impressed, little Snape.” Lucius’ voice held a tone of disappointment. I turned to him and told him that I was a virgin, I’d just tried to prepare myself. My face was burning. He laughed and added a second and a third finger. His fingers are larger than my own. I worked my muscles to take them in as far as they would go. I felt almost painfully stretched.

He took out his fingers and I knew what came next. I trembled and it was part anticipation, part fear.

He grabbed my buttocks, (hard enough to bruise, I know it, I found his imprint) and parted them. I felt the head of his prick on my opening and instinctively inched forward. He held onto my hips to position me.

Randomly I checked my wristwatch. I had Transfiguration in ten minutes. I tensed.

He had the grace to notice something was wrong.

“What is it?”

“I don’t want to lose my virginity like this,” I blurted out. “Not in a bathroom right before I’ll have to go to Transfiguration!”

He stroked at the small of my back. “You want flowers and a candlelit dinner, little Snape?” he mocked me.

I pushed back with determination even though my eyes stung with tears.

“I will not deny you,” I whispered, “but at least a bed would be nice.”

He pulled out completely. I panicked for a moment. I thought he’d leave me. I wasn’t mature enough for him and a thought of also having Transfiguration in nine minutes crept in as well. I bowed my head, biting on my lip not to cry.

He turned me around to face him. I was like a rag doll in his arms. He told me to open my eyes. I did and he was a blur. He kissed the tear that escaped then he kissed my mouth. He turned me around again and nestled his prick between my thighs. It was a good feeling, surprisingly, especially the feeling of his wet head hitting my balls. One hand around my waist was holding me up, his other hand was jerking me off. I was glad he’d thought of that since there was no way I could have taken matters into my own hands without bashing my head on the wall.

I felt his spunk hit my balls, my arse, my thighs and treacle down to my pants and underpants which were pooled around my feet. Propriety didn’t bother me for one more second as I thrust in Lucius’ fist and let go as well, decorating the wall in front of me.

“We’re not nearly finished,” he whispered in my ear and bit it. I cleaned myself up as best and as quickly as I could but I was still late for Transfiguration. I was worse disaster than usual in class since I could not stop thinking about Lucius. After my third attempt to turn a rabbit into a furry slipper failed with the furry slipper hopping away from me in terror, the stupid cow took 20 points from Slytherin and told me that I’d better start using my wand for something other than curses and hexes. I thought she was also going to give me detention but she can’t stand the sight of me, as for sending me to Filch, I assume she has noticed that Filch isn’t nearly as mean to Slytherins as he is to students of other Houses. To me in particular, detention with Filch would be anything but a punishment since the caretaker is one of my best clients.

I shrugged and started running after my slipper. It was a pity about the points but I’m sure Jigger will take them tenfold from Gryffindor. As I passed him, Black elaborated on McGonagall’s comment by whispering to me that I should crucio my rabbit at the exams since it’s all I’m good for with my wand, just like my father.

The stupid cow took 3 more points from Slytherin when Rosier told Black to go fuck his whore of a mother and leave me alone. She overlooked the fact that Les and I ended up escorting Evan to the Infirmary with a broken nose since her beloved Gryffindor had been provoked, of course. Of course. The cunt!

19/10/1975
This waiting is killing me. I was staring at him today at dinner. Whenever he raised his eyes I would get this huge knot in my throat and couldn’t eat. Evan had to elbow me to get me to finally pass him the salt. Suddenly I don’t laugh anymore at what I saw at the margin of Julie Parkinson’s Potions notes. I’m very close to encasing Lucius’ name in a pink heart as well.

22/10/1975
There were no flowers and a candlelit dinner. But there was a bed. Lucius’ bed. I don’t know what he did with his dorm mates. Probably got them to sleep somewhere else. In Slytherin there is little that Lucius Malfoy can’t do.

I was in the common room playing wizard’s chess with Lestrange when Lucius came and sat next to me. He casually leaned and stroked my hair, effectively petting me as though I were a cat or a dog. And I might have been with my reaction. I arched into his touch. Lestrange rolled his eyes and started putting the pieces away.

Part of me liked this public way in which Lucius claimed me but another part was very uncomfortable. I followed Lucius obediently, without a glance back to Lestrange who had started making disgusting kissing noises. Was he jealous? Perhaps.

Once we’d reached his bedroom he told me to undress. I did, not daring to try to make a big production of it, I was sure I’d be ridiculous rather than provocative had I gone for a strip tease. I folded everything neatly and left it in a pile on the chair next to Lucius’ bed. I stared at him, naked as I was. I wasn’t aroused, I think I was too scared to be aroused.

He stared at me for a while, an inscrutable expression on this face. I kept thinking he’d changed his mind and I couldn’t bear it. It was probably for a few seconds but they felt like centuries.

He pounced at me with a feral cry, throwing me on the bed. He knocked my breath out with his slender weight. He looks lean but he’s full of compact muscle, his body lithe as a cat’s. So beautiful! So unbearably beautiful! He kissed me hard enough to bruise my lips, his tongue seeking out mine. I yielded. What else could I do? Even if he weren’t the Malfoy heir, older than me and beautiful as a God among mortals I think I would have yielded. Not only queer but a bottom…Another interesting little fact for my father to find out.

“What is so funny, Snape?”

I must have chuckled out loud when he let me pause for breath. He sounded menacing. I suppose laughing after being kissed is not an acceptable reaction. How acceptable is it to be thinking of my father with all that’s happening? “I thought of something,” I said hesitantly.

His eyes narrowed to two sapphire slits. “I suggest you focus on what is going on here.”

And I did. Wet sucking kisses down my throat, his hands following the trail his lips had ignited, teasing, rolling one nipple while his mouth fastened on the other and then going lower. Stroking my abdomen, biting the sensitive flesh, making my body curl up. Lower he tongue-fucked my navel for a while (?) I guess it’s an acquired taste, it felt more ticklish than sexy. Both of his hands grabbed the inside of my thighs. Hard. I think he likes to bruise me. I think I like being bruised.

His mouth lowered and caught my prick. I grew hard in his mouth but he didn’t raise his head, not even a little, swallowing around my prick. I could hear a faint slurping sound… I guess it was a rather disgusting sound, not unlike the noises the giant squid makes when Hagrid is feeding it, but what his mouth was doing to me left no room for any thoughts. All the way back, the head was hitting his throat. I was so afraid I was choking him that I tried to pull back but that suction was simply… unbelievable. He did pull back until only the tip was in his mouth. He sucked just there, pushing the spongy flesh with his tongue. I cried out in disappointment as his swollen pink lips left the head then caught it again. His hand started pumping me… Gods, I get hard just thinking about it… He took his hand away and then it was just his head, bobbing up and down on me… It was as though I was fucking his mouth. Arching to meet his mouth which was coming down, anyway. So wet, so hot, his tongue licking around the head, tonguing my slit...

And then a finger, two, three up my bum and I came so hard my toes curled. I felt something wet and salty on my lips, realising I’d bitten back my cries a little more forcefully than I should have. I licked on the blood slowly, savouring the taste.

“Look at me.”

I was nodding off, sedated after my orgasm. I raised my heavy lids. Lucius was undressing with a casual grace which took my breath away. I took a good look at his prick for the first time. Not particularly large but long and slender standing in attention. His thatch is golden, I noted, a fact that I suppose disproves those persistent rumours I’ve been hearing about his hair colour being artificial. Unless he dyes that hair as well… I wouldn’t put it past Lucius with how many people must have been treated to the sight of the Malfoy tool already.

I was lying on the bed, feeling utterly boneless. I wondered what I should do, turn around by myself? Wait for Lucius to decide how he wanted me? I’d heard that it is possible to do it face to face but it seemed rather strange and uncomfortable to me. I didn’t want to take my eyes from naked, randy Lucius so I waited for him to tell me what to do.

He did. Or rather, he showed me. He grabbed my shoulders and kissed me hard. I tasted myself, my semen and the blood still seeping from my lip. After he broke the kiss he forcefully turned me around. I felt the slippery bedsheet against my spent prick. The sheets were a dark green, satin-like fabric, I suppose he doesn’t wish to sleep in the usual school issued sheets. Or perhaps he had taken a special trouble for me… who knows?

I turned around to look at him under the curtain of my hair. I hoped he couldn’t hear my heart pounding and that he’d take ten tension in my face for lust not fear. He sat next to me, his prick bobbing slightly but still pointing firmly at the ceiling. I reached back and felt his thighs… so soft but hiding steel underneath. He stilled my hand before it would go any further. He took a hold of my skinny thighs and spread my legs as far as they could go.

If he’d given me a choice about it at that point I suspect I would have told him to stop. I could feel my heartbeat at the back of my throat. I swallowed hard, burying my face on the soft, satin-covered pillow.

Suddenly, I felt the pillow being dragged from under my face. I fought an urge to hold on to it as though I could draw some comfort from it. Lucius lifted my lower body and slipped the pillow under me. The feel of the slippery fabric against my prick made me realise that despite my fear, little Severus had started to get interested again.

My arse was raised, totally exposed, my hole pulsing. I tried not to imagine how I looked right now. I turned to look at Lucius. He smiled at me wickedly. He reached and placed a kiss at the small of my back, his hands slowly trailing down my spine. It felt as though my whole body was a knot and he was untying it slowly. I moaned from the tender touch. His hands slipped down to the crevice between my buttocks.

“I brought something,” I whispered timidly. “It’s in the inside pocket of my robes.”

“Really? And what would it be?” he said. How can he make even the simplest statement sound as though he’s mocking me?

“L…lubricant,” I stammered. “I made it myself.”

He laughed then and smacked my arse hard. It burned but also… I instinctively rubbed against the pillow. I was almost fully hard again.

“No wonder you’re Jigger’s little pet,” he said.

It was awful, bringing Jigger up like that. He’s a wanker, why should Lucius be jealous of the attention I get from him?

His hand left my arse and I felt the bed shift as he went to the chair where I’d left my robe. He took the jar and came back.

I felt his slickened fingers at my entrance and pulled them in hungrily. He made a sound of surprise. He’d fully appreciate my lubricant when he put it on his prick but I think he’d started to see that I was right to insist we use it.

“Eager to be fucked, now, are we?” he said, adding another finger.

It felt amazing that me, skinny, ridiculed, big-nosed Severus Snape should make Lucius bloody Malfoy sound hoarse with lust. I rubbed against the pillow again, I was so hard it hurt.

I turned to see him rub my lubricant on himself. I was afraid for a moment he’d sit there and wank instead of fucking me, his hands stroked on his length more than would be necessary to apply the stuff.

“Oh, that’s good,” he whispered, his eyes closed.

I hoped I wouldn’t have to point out to him that I was waiting for him wide open, my arse up on a plate for him. He opened his eyes again and stared at me. He climbed between my spread legs and pulled my arsecheeks further apart. He pressed against me, his slippery prick feeling a lot larger and intimidating than fingers.

It hurt a little. Then he pressed harder and it hurt more than a little. I gave out a whimper, stuffing my wrist in my mouth not to make any other sounds of protest.

“Shhh, just relax,” he said, stopping halfway in. My muscles had clamped hard on him.

I was in quite a predicament. Throbbing pain was telling me that if I didn’t make him stop he’d probably tear something down there. On the other hand, if I let him push just a little more, we were halfway there. I took a deep breath and forced myself to relax, pushing back to him a little.

He gave out a moan and with a firm thrust he was fully in. It wasn’t bad but I can’t say I saw stars either. It still hurt quite a bit but the lubricant had warmed up and was soothing the irritation. It seems that that balm I’d added to the original recipe had been a good idea.

Then he moved. A shallow push at first… it felt brilliant! I moaned hard, shifting under him to press on the pillow. My prick had started to go soft as he was entering me but I could feel it hardening again now.

He rotated his hips, giving me a good idea of why people call this activity screwing. I could feel him fully, the swollen crown burning me. He pulled back, almost out, then plunged in again. He hit something inside me. I’d heard it from Rosier in reference to buggery not being such a bad idea but I thought he’d been having me on. Apparently not. That nub inside me was connected straight to my prick, it seems. I backed to keep the pressure there a little longer and moaned when that action dragged my prick on the pillow. I pressed against it wishing it could be harder. I reached to grab myself but Lucius didn’t let me, sadistic bastard that he is. He started fucking me brutally at about that point and pain mixed exquisitely with pleasure… I’m leaking at the memory…

I couldn’t take it anymore. He finally reached and started jerking me off in time with his thrusts. I could hear myself moaning so loud I was sure the whole of the Slytherin dorm could hear what was going on, perhaps half the Hufflepuff as well. I couldn’t stop myself, I’d bite my lip clear off if I tried.

I came before he did all over the poor pillow… luckily he has two. He went on for… a few more minutes? Hours? He suddenly pulled out and then I felt his spunk on me, on my suddenly empty arse, on my lower back, on my thighs… everywhere. I made some sort of sound then, can’t remember what I said. I felt him lay at my side, curling around me like a very large, very happy cat. He reached and trailed a finger down my facechinching sweat and tears. He asked me if I was alright. I nodded yes. He got up and brought a couple of wet towels. I preferred a shower but that would involve walking there and I felt as though I was one with the mattress.

He cleaned me up a bit, dropped the towel on the floor, then lay next to me again.

“Why did you finish… outside?” I asked sleepily, hardly aware of what I was saying. I blushed after I said it, though.

“It would feel… strange to you, my eager ex-virgin. Somewhat unpleasant.”

I asked him whether he knew that from experience. He laughed and didn’t reply.

25/10/1975
He was right about it feeling strange. Coming inside me, I mean. He did it yesterday. He’d wanted to fuck me again sooner than that but I’d been playing hard to get. I was too busy with studying (my excuse). True reason was that I wanted to give my arse some time to recuperate from what happened. I had no serious problems, just this slight pain which was sort of sexy. It was a source of several ill-timed erections since I was reminded of what we did together every time I sat down. Lestrange noticed a wince (or so he said) the next morning at breakfast and he kept teasing me about it. I turned to Evan for support but he didn’t seem willing to give me any. I felt like crying when I met his cold gaze. Disapproval? Jealousy? I don’t know. I like Lucius… I’m crazy about him. But I also need my friends. I also need Evan with his gentle green eyes and his open, freckled face. He is my only real friend. I suppose I mean it in the sickly Hufflepuff sense.

Enough about Evan. He wants to be mad at me, fine. I’m not the only one who will miss the friendship.

Lucius was amazing yesterday. We did it outside, near Hagrid’s hut. He didn’t bother with a blow job this time, we had to make it quick. He just lubed me up and rode me. It hadn’t been planned so he hadn’t managed to clear his dormitory and my dormitory was out of the question. I got all muddy and sticky. on my knees, under him. We crept to Hagrid’s garden and cleaned up as best we could at his fountain. I limped a little as I made it back to my dormitory, to a nice hot shower and my bed. Filch caught me on the way there, but since he’s running low on that vile concoction I’ve made for him, and convinced him it will keep his hair on his head, he just swatted my sore bottom and told me to hurry up and he’d make sure no one caught me.

3/11/1975
It has been a strictly oral week. Both times we met Lucius had wanted more but I wouldn’t let him. I nearly gave in the second time since he had promised to heal me afterwards but he changed his mind. He decided to train me in the fine art of fellatio instead.

His method was mutually rewarding. It was a simple: “do as I’m doing”. We were in his bed, his roommates’ snores accompanying our faint slurping. Luckily, we both had our mouths full and didn’t make too much noise.

69 was a lot more comfortable than I’d thought it would be when I’d read about it. I
lay my head against his creamy thigh. His other leg was raised, foot planted firmly on the mattress, his wiry muscles shifting whenever he would raise his pelvis slightly to bury himself deeper in my mouth.

I did that more than he did. I tried to keep up with him and do more or less exactly what he was doing but at times my mouth would just open of its own accord responding to some wicked manoeuvre of his frightfully agile tongue and talented throat. His response would be to stop what he was doing until I would take his prick back in and clumsily try to follow his lead. Accidental scraping of teeth was punished with bruises on my bum. I got around four by the time he finally came - a good five minutes after I had.

I tried to swallow but ended up choking. I couldn’t stifle my cough. My eyes were watering and my face was an utter mess, spunk and drool running down my jaw. Lucius didn’t taste much better than me. It occurred to me that I’d started automatically thinking of what ingredients could improve the taste as though Lucius’ spunk was some exotic new potion. I chuckled and ended up coughing even harder. Great! We managed to come without waking his roommates and now they were both shifting in their beds making irritated, sleepy sounds.

After I’d succeeded in putting an end to my coughing fit Lucius pulled me to him until we were face to face. I tried to apologise but he didn’t let me speak. He kissed me instead. He explored my mouth, his tongue sweeping every corner of it then released my lips and started licking at my face to clean me up. It was a very un-Lucius thing to do and I stared at him wide-eyed, blinking like an idiot.

“Was I any good?” I asked.

“You have a natural talent but we need to work on it some more,” was his sleepy reply.

He let me sleep on his bed for a little longer. I got up about an hour later, removed the hand he had carelessly tossed around my waist and crept back to my dormitory.