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Arabella's Secret
Chapter One
The cool night air coursed through the open window and glided gently across the tightly drawn face as the professor gazed around the room at the sixth year students. He enjoyed this class. It was rare to find one gifted nearly as much as he, yet here, in this room, several of the students appeared to have a great gift for potions. His hands clasped together behind his back as he approached the far corner of the room.
“Miss Giovanni,” he spoke softly, his lips moving to fully enunciate each sound of the young Italian student’s name.
The raven-haired girl lifted her gaze and smiled. “Yes, Professor Snape?”
He drew a deep breath as quietly as possible, trying to ward off the electric current created by the soft undertones of the girl’s voice. He was Severus Snape, head of Slytherin House at Hogwarts School of Witch Craft and Wizardry, Potions Master this year, and many years past, and all-together the most hated and dreaded professor at the school. Students ran from his path and cringed from a simple glance. His homework assignments were decidedly the most difficult to accomplish in the small allotted time. Yet, before him sat a young woman—and he must admit to himself that she was a young woman, not just a girl anymore—who seemed to hold no fear of him at all. Worse yet, she seemed…was that attraction? Severus shook himself mentally. It couldn’t possibly be. No woman in her right mind would ever have anything to do with a former Death Eater.
Severus forced his mind back to his purpose for approaching the table. Did he really have a purpose? Or had he simply wandered close so that he could hear that magical lilt and feel the fantastic parade of endorphins it created throughout his body. He suddenly found himself very thankful of the loose fit of his robes.
“Miss Giovanni, can you please tell the class how many turns both moon-wise and counter-moon-wise you are to stir this concoction, and in what specific order, to achieve the perfect looking-glass shade of unicorn’s blood?”
It was a wicked trick; he knew it. Yet, he could not resist giving his young protégée the opportunity to speak. He could not resist finding any reason possible to keep her talking once started. Severus felt a small pang of guilt, and an even larger grip of melancholy at the thought that summer holiday was fast approaching and next year was to be her last.
Arabella Giovanni was a true beauty in every way. Her external beauty was flawless, beyond compare. Her raven hair was kept tied into a neat knot at the base of her skull. No one outside of her own dormitory has ever seen it down, and any who had never spoke of it. That alone was a rarity among these gossip-mongering fools. Her dark complexion belied more of the Blackfoot of her maternal lineage than the Italian of her father. Then there were her eyes. Severus recalled a photograph from the Muggle magazine National Geographic which showed a sandbar off the coast of Cozumel, Mexico. The water around the sandbar glimmered a fantastic aqua shade with an amazing depth. Arabella’s eyes shimmered that incredible cerulean shade. They’d been that shade on her arrival and both of her parents were Muggles, so he knew they had not been magically tampered.
Severus snickered to himself. To think that such amazing talent could come from the offspring of two non-magickal parents.
Long before he wished it, her explanation had ended, and she returned her attention to her cauldron. He was forced to continue around the room, questioning a few of the other students lest his ruse be discovered. As a professor, he could not risk exposing the fact that he was attracted to one of his students, even if she had already passed her OWLs and was sure to achieve her NEWTs without fail. She could have just as easily skipped her sixth year and completed her education ahead of schedule, had she so chosen. Instead, she chose to stay with the rest of her class and progress in the same timely manner as they.
The remaining minutes of class ticked by much too quickly. Severus traveled the distance across the room to his desk. “Alright everyone. It is time to gather your samples to be turned in and to clean up your cauldrons. Please mark your vials with your name and house, and bring them to the front of the class. They must sit until the next new moon before they can be tested.” He turned his attention to the papers on his desk. Grading such long reports was tedious work, but if he gave the students easy assignments just to make his job easier, they would never learn what they needed to pass.
Shattering glass, a shriek of surprise, and a group gasp brought his attention back to the students. Most of the class had tucked their robes up over their mouths and noses to avoid the mist emitting from the floor. Severus jumped to his feet and quickly crossed the room, holding his own robe to cover his mouth. “Explain.” He gazed down at the two figures haphazardly strewn together on the floor.
The blonde-headed student spoke first. “I didn’t see her coming this way, Professor. Honest, I didn’t. I turned around and BOOM! There she was. I didn’t have a chance to stop.” He stammered through the explanation while he worked to release himself from the tangle of limbs.
Severus reached down and grabbed the young man by his arm, hoisting him from the floor in a single pull. “And what exactly were you carrying? This potion should not have emitted a mist at any time.”
The ashen face cringed. “Poke berries, sir.”
Severus groaned. “Leave. Everyone gather your things, turn in your samples, and leave. You need your rest before classes begin in the morning.” He produced his wand and began muttering under his breath the incantation to remove stubborn potions. The shuffling of feet from around the room thinned quickly as everyone rushed to remove themselves from the firing range of his anger. He paused in the chant to reach down toward the other student. “Come now, Miss Giovanni. I believe you have Herbology in the morning. Professor Sprout mentioned introducing a new and very difficult plant to the class this week.”
She did not raise her gaze to his. “I (hiccup) can’t (hiccup) go out (hiccup) like this, (hiccup) Professor.”
Severus cringed. Then he leaned down and offered his hand. “Come, Arabella. Let’s find you an antidote. I didn’t realize you’d managed to breathe in that much of the mist. Mixing poke berries with the Look Through Potion creates Uncontrollable Hiccup Potion. I should have the antidote in my office. Come.”
Arabella held her hand over her mouth as she watched Professor Snape dig through cupboard after cupboard in his office. It wasn’t small by any means, though with all of the extra cupboards floating around the room, there was barely enough space to maneuver. Several times, she found it impossible to clear the space and the Professor would inadvertently brush her in one way or another. She knew he didn’t mean to do it; he was Professor Snape, after all. The man had more control than the entire Ministry of Magic. She should know; she’d tried many times over to test his resolve.
Although she’d been born to muggle parents, her grandmother had been a Squib, and her great-grandmother…her great-grandmother Arabella had been an extremely gifted and respected clairvoyant. But in herself, the namesake of the greatest ancestor in the line, Arabella discovered early on that she could do more than read others. She could put thoughts into their minds as well.
Within her first month at Hogwarts, she’d read through all of the teaching staff so that she knew what each was truly like and what they were really looking for in their students. Most of them had the same goals. But Professor Snape was different. He did more than teach. He was truly passionate about the art of potions. For the first years, that is all she sensed from him was his passion toward potions. She felt honored to receive lessons from such a master of the art. In exchange for his devoted teaching, Arabella decided to give him something he would never suspect or expect. She spent one year perfecting her gift and began projecting her thoughts into the rest of the class. Professor Snape was gifted the chance to teach an entire class of students who would not only pass their tests but would also excel in the art of potions. There were still some students whose minds she could not get through, but the majority of the class welcomed the added help. Before long, she found that the devoted Professor felt he had finally found his ideal class. And by the beginning of their fifth year, she no longer had to project. The class had adapted their thinking to welcome the potions lessons with open arms and had excelled completely on their own.
When she found she had time to relax her energies and accept signals instead of just sending, that was when she discovered that the professor, the professional and pure professor, was harboring secret thoughts. Thoughts about her.
Oh, he fought to maintain control, but she soon discovered the tricks that would allow him to relax and welcome some of those thoughts, allowing the magick of chemistry to trickle throughout his body, releasing the endorphins of pleasure that he so longed to feel.
Professor Snape was such a lonely man beneath it all. He never let on to anyone that he was bothered by his loneliness. He made use of the occasional witch whore back at Spinner’s End during holidays, but that simply satisfied the mild physical side of his desire. What he truly wanted, what he desired, was love. Something he’d not even received from his own wretched family.
By the end of their fifth year, Arabella had decided to be the object of his desire. She spent many classes digging deeper into his mind searching for the means of tearing down his walls. She found this easiest when he was already distracted. Since her voice triggered his endorphin rush, she used any time she answered a class question as her opportunity to voyage through the deep recesses of his soul. If he knew what she was doing, surely he would practice harder at his Occlumency. She didn’t dare let on that she knew any of his secrets.
Or that she’d known all along what would happen if she managed to side track Mikel at just the right moment so that she could maneuver herself in his way. She wondered briefly how much longer he would continue looking. She’d smuggled the antidote from his office weeks earlier. It would take two months to make another batch. There was only one way to reverse the effects of the Uncontrollable Hiccup Potion without the antidote.
Arabella gazed at the diligent professor as he scoured yet another endless length cabinet.
His voice echoed from inside the wooden box. “I don’t understand it. I just finished a fresh batch of ReversaTic last month.” He backed out of the cabinet and brushed his hands down the front of his robes. “I’m sorry, Miss Giovanni, but it would appear that I’m out of antidote for this particular ailment. You’ll need to visit Madame Pomfrey.”
Arabella dropped her hand away from her mouth. “But (hiccup), Professor, (hiccup) I’ll never (hiccup) make it (hiccup) that far. (hiccup) There has to (hiccup) be ano-(hiccup)-ther way. (hiccup)”
Severus fought against the river of chills racing up his spine. The young woman stared at him with a sort of hero worship look in her eyes. Yet, something else, some other emotion, also shone through the gleam. He leaned against the sideboard, his hands at his sides, letting her voice, even disrupted as it was, wash over his flesh. He cleared his throat in an attempt to clear his mind from the visions fighting their way into his inner eye. He crossed his arms over his chest. “Miss Giovanni, there is nothing I can do for you.”
Arabella stepped closer and laid her hand on his arm. The warmth of her skin permeated the durable robe, heat radiating from that small junction outward. “(hiccup) Isn’t (hiccup) there another (hiccup) way? (hiccup) I thought (hiccup) I read about (hiccup) another (hiccup) remedy.”
His blood already boiled with the intensity of attraction her proximity created. Here, in his cramped, windowless office, with him, without the slightest hint of fear. Here, she stood idolizing him. Oh, yes, there was another way to cure this affliction. But could he do it? He’d used this very potion a time or two to trick a few unsuspecting girls back in his own school days. It worked well until they began talking, as foolish girls are prone to do. Would Arabella go back to her house Common Room and reveal what had to be done to rid her of these abominable hiccups? She didn’t really seem the chattering type.
A niggling thought spider webbed from the deep recesses of his mind, almost like a small voice had whispered it to him so low that his mind took a few moments to process the information. Could it possibly be true?
He turned his quizzical eyes toward his student. “Miss Giovanni, it strikes me that you happen to be my brightest Potions student. This combination is one you would have read about at the beginning of the year when I handed out the syllabus with cautions for each potion lesson. I do believe that you are fully aware of the only other way to reverse this particular ailment.”
Through her diaphragm spasms, Arabella tried to smile. The task was becoming more and more difficult as the frequency of the tic increased with each passing minute. “Yes (hiccup), Profes-(hiccup)-sor. (hiccup) I am (hiccup) fully (hiccup) aware (hiccup)…oh, bloody hell!” With the exclamation, the girl wrapped her hands in the folds of his robe, yanked him forward, and pressed her lips to his.
The suddenness of the act stunned the dark and brooding teacher momentarily. His body awakened well before his mind could react. Fire erupted in his bloodstream, searing everything in its path. Of their own volition, his legs straightened, lifting him from his seat on the cabinet, removing the awkward angle of their bodies. His chest tingled as Arabella loosened her grip, opening her hands and spreading her fingers across his rippling muscle.
Severus grabbed hold of her shoulders, pulling her closer to him. The fierceness of the initial possession soon became a gentle urging. Allowing her the lead, he simply reveled in the exquisite maelstrom of testosterone surging his body.
Arabella nearly fainted when their lips met. The passion this gorgeous man held so tightly in check all the time almost overwhelmed her as it flooded both her flesh and her third eye. Images cascaded through her mind at an alarming rate. The slow onslaught as he trailed his tongue and lips all over her body. The fire storm of tension as their robes fell to the floor. The heavenly loss of breath as he impaled her on his strong, solid shaft. The hard part was determining whether the visions were from her own mind or his.
When he stood, she feared he would push her away. She secretly rejoiced as he pulled her closer. The evidence of his desires pressed against her belly as it grew engorged.
And she grew emboldened.
Arabella slowly and cautiously parted her lips, not knowing if he would take the lead and run with it or come to his senses and part the contact. She dreaded parting the contact. In the least, it could be a very embarrassing moment for both of them. In the best … well … she didn’t want to get too far ahead of herself. The battle of wills had only truly just begun. Everything before had simply been the taunting of sides before the war.
Electricity exploded through her body at the first tentative touch of his tongue. Dear heavens, it was more than even her mental excursions could prepare her for. Her legs weakened. A moan escaped her throat.
Severus melted at the sound of contentment that reverberated from her throat, tickling his tonsils with its tone. He could never imagine such a magnificent array of sensations striking a single body at one time.
Then someone released the lever and dropped the bricks on him. This was a student he was kissing, a student he wished more than anything to strip naked then and there and take her atop every piece of furniture in his office. A student about whom he fantasized, and who would likely report him to the headmaster as soon as she left the room. But heavens, he did not want to break the contact between their bodies. And judging from her own behavior, neither did she.
He sighed mentally and forced himself to regain control of both his body and mind. His soul was already lost. He ached to hold her close to his chest while their heart rates returned to normal, but he knew he did not dare. So carefully, and slowly, he put some distance between them before gently plying his lips away from hers.
As soon as the contact was broken, he felt chilled.
Severus cleared his throat several times before he found the strength to speak. “I, uh, believe your hiccups are gone now, Miss Giovanni.” He forced himself to retain eye contact, though he truly wished to crawl inside one of his endless cupboards and hide until Summer Holiday.
Arabella drew a deep breath and smiled coyly. “I do believe you are correct, Professor. I really must return to my dormitory and prepare for Herbology. Thank you,” she paused, lowering her eyelids seductively, “Professor Snape.”
He watched, never moving from his seat as she turned and strolled from the room. After she closed the door, that niggling thought returned full force. There was really no reason for anyone to have had poke weed anywhere near them while working on the Look Through Potion. It should have all been under lock and key to avoid exactly such a situation.
So, how did it end up on Mikel’s table?
The cool night air coursed through the open window and glided gently across the tightly drawn face as the professor gazed around the room at the sixth year students. He enjoyed this class. It was rare to find one gifted nearly as much as he, yet here, in this room, several of the students appeared to have a great gift for potions. His hands clasped together behind his back as he approached the far corner of the room.
“Miss Giovanni,” he spoke softly, his lips moving to fully enunciate each sound of the young Italian student’s name.
The raven-haired girl lifted her gaze and smiled. “Yes, Professor Snape?”
He drew a deep breath as quietly as possible, trying to ward off the electric current created by the soft undertones of the girl’s voice. He was Severus Snape, head of Slytherin House at Hogwarts School of Witch Craft and Wizardry, Potions Master this year, and many years past, and all-together the most hated and dreaded professor at the school. Students ran from his path and cringed from a simple glance. His homework assignments were decidedly the most difficult to accomplish in the small allotted time. Yet, before him sat a young woman—and he must admit to himself that she was a young woman, not just a girl anymore—who seemed to hold no fear of him at all. Worse yet, she seemed…was that attraction? Severus shook himself mentally. It couldn’t possibly be. No woman in her right mind would ever have anything to do with a former Death Eater.
Severus forced his mind back to his purpose for approaching the table. Did he really have a purpose? Or had he simply wandered close so that he could hear that magical lilt and feel the fantastic parade of endorphins it created throughout his body. He suddenly found himself very thankful of the loose fit of his robes.
“Miss Giovanni, can you please tell the class how many turns both moon-wise and counter-moon-wise you are to stir this concoction, and in what specific order, to achieve the perfect looking-glass shade of unicorn’s blood?”
It was a wicked trick; he knew it. Yet, he could not resist giving his young protégée the opportunity to speak. He could not resist finding any reason possible to keep her talking once started. Severus felt a small pang of guilt, and an even larger grip of melancholy at the thought that summer holiday was fast approaching and next year was to be her last.
Arabella Giovanni was a true beauty in every way. Her external beauty was flawless, beyond compare. Her raven hair was kept tied into a neat knot at the base of her skull. No one outside of her own dormitory has ever seen it down, and any who had never spoke of it. That alone was a rarity among these gossip-mongering fools. Her dark complexion belied more of the Blackfoot of her maternal lineage than the Italian of her father. Then there were her eyes. Severus recalled a photograph from the Muggle magazine National Geographic which showed a sandbar off the coast of Cozumel, Mexico. The water around the sandbar glimmered a fantastic aqua shade with an amazing depth. Arabella’s eyes shimmered that incredible cerulean shade. They’d been that shade on her arrival and both of her parents were Muggles, so he knew they had not been magically tampered.
Severus snickered to himself. To think that such amazing talent could come from the offspring of two non-magickal parents.
Long before he wished it, her explanation had ended, and she returned her attention to her cauldron. He was forced to continue around the room, questioning a few of the other students lest his ruse be discovered. As a professor, he could not risk exposing the fact that he was attracted to one of his students, even if she had already passed her OWLs and was sure to achieve her NEWTs without fail. She could have just as easily skipped her sixth year and completed her education ahead of schedule, had she so chosen. Instead, she chose to stay with the rest of her class and progress in the same timely manner as they.
The remaining minutes of class ticked by much too quickly. Severus traveled the distance across the room to his desk. “Alright everyone. It is time to gather your samples to be turned in and to clean up your cauldrons. Please mark your vials with your name and house, and bring them to the front of the class. They must sit until the next new moon before they can be tested.” He turned his attention to the papers on his desk. Grading such long reports was tedious work, but if he gave the students easy assignments just to make his job easier, they would never learn what they needed to pass.
Shattering glass, a shriek of surprise, and a group gasp brought his attention back to the students. Most of the class had tucked their robes up over their mouths and noses to avoid the mist emitting from the floor. Severus jumped to his feet and quickly crossed the room, holding his own robe to cover his mouth. “Explain.” He gazed down at the two figures haphazardly strewn together on the floor.
The blonde-headed student spoke first. “I didn’t see her coming this way, Professor. Honest, I didn’t. I turned around and BOOM! There she was. I didn’t have a chance to stop.” He stammered through the explanation while he worked to release himself from the tangle of limbs.
Severus reached down and grabbed the young man by his arm, hoisting him from the floor in a single pull. “And what exactly were you carrying? This potion should not have emitted a mist at any time.”
The ashen face cringed. “Poke berries, sir.”
Severus groaned. “Leave. Everyone gather your things, turn in your samples, and leave. You need your rest before classes begin in the morning.” He produced his wand and began muttering under his breath the incantation to remove stubborn potions. The shuffling of feet from around the room thinned quickly as everyone rushed to remove themselves from the firing range of his anger. He paused in the chant to reach down toward the other student. “Come now, Miss Giovanni. I believe you have Herbology in the morning. Professor Sprout mentioned introducing a new and very difficult plant to the class this week.”
She did not raise her gaze to his. “I (hiccup) can’t (hiccup) go out (hiccup) like this, (hiccup) Professor.”
Severus cringed. Then he leaned down and offered his hand. “Come, Arabella. Let’s find you an antidote. I didn’t realize you’d managed to breathe in that much of the mist. Mixing poke berries with the Look Through Potion creates Uncontrollable Hiccup Potion. I should have the antidote in my office. Come.”
Arabella held her hand over her mouth as she watched Professor Snape dig through cupboard after cupboard in his office. It wasn’t small by any means, though with all of the extra cupboards floating around the room, there was barely enough space to maneuver. Several times, she found it impossible to clear the space and the Professor would inadvertently brush her in one way or another. She knew he didn’t mean to do it; he was Professor Snape, after all. The man had more control than the entire Ministry of Magic. She should know; she’d tried many times over to test his resolve.
Although she’d been born to muggle parents, her grandmother had been a Squib, and her great-grandmother…her great-grandmother Arabella had been an extremely gifted and respected clairvoyant. But in herself, the namesake of the greatest ancestor in the line, Arabella discovered early on that she could do more than read others. She could put thoughts into their minds as well.
Within her first month at Hogwarts, she’d read through all of the teaching staff so that she knew what each was truly like and what they were really looking for in their students. Most of them had the same goals. But Professor Snape was different. He did more than teach. He was truly passionate about the art of potions. For the first years, that is all she sensed from him was his passion toward potions. She felt honored to receive lessons from such a master of the art. In exchange for his devoted teaching, Arabella decided to give him something he would never suspect or expect. She spent one year perfecting her gift and began projecting her thoughts into the rest of the class. Professor Snape was gifted the chance to teach an entire class of students who would not only pass their tests but would also excel in the art of potions. There were still some students whose minds she could not get through, but the majority of the class welcomed the added help. Before long, she found that the devoted Professor felt he had finally found his ideal class. And by the beginning of their fifth year, she no longer had to project. The class had adapted their thinking to welcome the potions lessons with open arms and had excelled completely on their own.
When she found she had time to relax her energies and accept signals instead of just sending, that was when she discovered that the professor, the professional and pure professor, was harboring secret thoughts. Thoughts about her.
Oh, he fought to maintain control, but she soon discovered the tricks that would allow him to relax and welcome some of those thoughts, allowing the magick of chemistry to trickle throughout his body, releasing the endorphins of pleasure that he so longed to feel.
Professor Snape was such a lonely man beneath it all. He never let on to anyone that he was bothered by his loneliness. He made use of the occasional witch whore back at Spinner’s End during holidays, but that simply satisfied the mild physical side of his desire. What he truly wanted, what he desired, was love. Something he’d not even received from his own wretched family.
By the end of their fifth year, Arabella had decided to be the object of his desire. She spent many classes digging deeper into his mind searching for the means of tearing down his walls. She found this easiest when he was already distracted. Since her voice triggered his endorphin rush, she used any time she answered a class question as her opportunity to voyage through the deep recesses of his soul. If he knew what she was doing, surely he would practice harder at his Occlumency. She didn’t dare let on that she knew any of his secrets.
Or that she’d known all along what would happen if she managed to side track Mikel at just the right moment so that she could maneuver herself in his way. She wondered briefly how much longer he would continue looking. She’d smuggled the antidote from his office weeks earlier. It would take two months to make another batch. There was only one way to reverse the effects of the Uncontrollable Hiccup Potion without the antidote.
Arabella gazed at the diligent professor as he scoured yet another endless length cabinet.
His voice echoed from inside the wooden box. “I don’t understand it. I just finished a fresh batch of ReversaTic last month.” He backed out of the cabinet and brushed his hands down the front of his robes. “I’m sorry, Miss Giovanni, but it would appear that I’m out of antidote for this particular ailment. You’ll need to visit Madame Pomfrey.”
Arabella dropped her hand away from her mouth. “But (hiccup), Professor, (hiccup) I’ll never (hiccup) make it (hiccup) that far. (hiccup) There has to (hiccup) be ano-(hiccup)-ther way. (hiccup)”
Severus fought against the river of chills racing up his spine. The young woman stared at him with a sort of hero worship look in her eyes. Yet, something else, some other emotion, also shone through the gleam. He leaned against the sideboard, his hands at his sides, letting her voice, even disrupted as it was, wash over his flesh. He cleared his throat in an attempt to clear his mind from the visions fighting their way into his inner eye. He crossed his arms over his chest. “Miss Giovanni, there is nothing I can do for you.”
Arabella stepped closer and laid her hand on his arm. The warmth of her skin permeated the durable robe, heat radiating from that small junction outward. “(hiccup) Isn’t (hiccup) there another (hiccup) way? (hiccup) I thought (hiccup) I read about (hiccup) another (hiccup) remedy.”
His blood already boiled with the intensity of attraction her proximity created. Here, in his cramped, windowless office, with him, without the slightest hint of fear. Here, she stood idolizing him. Oh, yes, there was another way to cure this affliction. But could he do it? He’d used this very potion a time or two to trick a few unsuspecting girls back in his own school days. It worked well until they began talking, as foolish girls are prone to do. Would Arabella go back to her house Common Room and reveal what had to be done to rid her of these abominable hiccups? She didn’t really seem the chattering type.
A niggling thought spider webbed from the deep recesses of his mind, almost like a small voice had whispered it to him so low that his mind took a few moments to process the information. Could it possibly be true?
He turned his quizzical eyes toward his student. “Miss Giovanni, it strikes me that you happen to be my brightest Potions student. This combination is one you would have read about at the beginning of the year when I handed out the syllabus with cautions for each potion lesson. I do believe that you are fully aware of the only other way to reverse this particular ailment.”
Through her diaphragm spasms, Arabella tried to smile. The task was becoming more and more difficult as the frequency of the tic increased with each passing minute. “Yes (hiccup), Profes-(hiccup)-sor. (hiccup) I am (hiccup) fully (hiccup) aware (hiccup)…oh, bloody hell!” With the exclamation, the girl wrapped her hands in the folds of his robe, yanked him forward, and pressed her lips to his.
The suddenness of the act stunned the dark and brooding teacher momentarily. His body awakened well before his mind could react. Fire erupted in his bloodstream, searing everything in its path. Of their own volition, his legs straightened, lifting him from his seat on the cabinet, removing the awkward angle of their bodies. His chest tingled as Arabella loosened her grip, opening her hands and spreading her fingers across his rippling muscle.
Severus grabbed hold of her shoulders, pulling her closer to him. The fierceness of the initial possession soon became a gentle urging. Allowing her the lead, he simply reveled in the exquisite maelstrom of testosterone surging his body.
Arabella nearly fainted when their lips met. The passion this gorgeous man held so tightly in check all the time almost overwhelmed her as it flooded both her flesh and her third eye. Images cascaded through her mind at an alarming rate. The slow onslaught as he trailed his tongue and lips all over her body. The fire storm of tension as their robes fell to the floor. The heavenly loss of breath as he impaled her on his strong, solid shaft. The hard part was determining whether the visions were from her own mind or his.
When he stood, she feared he would push her away. She secretly rejoiced as he pulled her closer. The evidence of his desires pressed against her belly as it grew engorged.
And she grew emboldened.
Arabella slowly and cautiously parted her lips, not knowing if he would take the lead and run with it or come to his senses and part the contact. She dreaded parting the contact. In the least, it could be a very embarrassing moment for both of them. In the best … well … she didn’t want to get too far ahead of herself. The battle of wills had only truly just begun. Everything before had simply been the taunting of sides before the war.
Electricity exploded through her body at the first tentative touch of his tongue. Dear heavens, it was more than even her mental excursions could prepare her for. Her legs weakened. A moan escaped her throat.
Severus melted at the sound of contentment that reverberated from her throat, tickling his tonsils with its tone. He could never imagine such a magnificent array of sensations striking a single body at one time.
Then someone released the lever and dropped the bricks on him. This was a student he was kissing, a student he wished more than anything to strip naked then and there and take her atop every piece of furniture in his office. A student about whom he fantasized, and who would likely report him to the headmaster as soon as she left the room. But heavens, he did not want to break the contact between their bodies. And judging from her own behavior, neither did she.
He sighed mentally and forced himself to regain control of both his body and mind. His soul was already lost. He ached to hold her close to his chest while their heart rates returned to normal, but he knew he did not dare. So carefully, and slowly, he put some distance between them before gently plying his lips away from hers.
As soon as the contact was broken, he felt chilled.
Severus cleared his throat several times before he found the strength to speak. “I, uh, believe your hiccups are gone now, Miss Giovanni.” He forced himself to retain eye contact, though he truly wished to crawl inside one of his endless cupboards and hide until Summer Holiday.
Arabella drew a deep breath and smiled coyly. “I do believe you are correct, Professor. I really must return to my dormitory and prepare for Herbology. Thank you,” she paused, lowering her eyelids seductively, “Professor Snape.”
He watched, never moving from his seat as she turned and strolled from the room. After she closed the door, that niggling thought returned full force. There was really no reason for anyone to have had poke weed anywhere near them while working on the Look Through Potion. It should have all been under lock and key to avoid exactly such a situation.
So, how did it end up on Mikel’s table?