Snape's Worst Nightmare

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On your way to Flourish and Blotts to purchase the latest Harry Potter Quidditch guide, you find an old rolled up scroll. You quickly bend down and pick it up. Upon unrolling it, you discover that it’s blank. However, you remember Harry Potter’s adventures with the Marauder’s Map from his autobiography, Harry Potter: Before and After Voldemort.

You take your wand, point it at the scroll, and say, ‘I solemnly swear that I will not sue Wild Rose, because I know that the Potter Universe belongs to J.K. Rowling, her licensors, and her publishers, not Minerva.’

Suddenly, words magically begin to appear on the scroll.

Moony: Ah, you figured out the password.

Prongs: Congratulations, but the words that we conceal so carefully will not be so easily revealed.

Wormtail: Yes, we are the keepers of a story that can only be shown to certain eyes, for it contains a pairing that not everyone agrees with.

Padfoot: At least some people have sense to know that the lovely Hermione shouldn’t be with that greasy git. Why would she want him when she could have me?

Minerva: Oh, Padfoot, you know Sevvie’s sexy. Who could resist that snarky Slytherin? I wonder what he looks like in just black silk boxers.

Padfoot: Ah!!! Images!!!

Minerva: Now that I’ve punished Padfoot for remarking about my sexy Slytherin, it’s time to ask you: Do you agree with the pairing?

A/N: A little PWP written out of boredom. Enjoy. Reviews are always good too.


For most of his life, Severus Snape found his existence to be miserable. However, complaints were not what were exiting his lips at the moment. A primal growl resonated through his throat among the infrequent groans. He was unable to form much else.

Slowly, his lover’s lips continued their journey down his neck. Her hand ran through the black hair that dusted his well-defined chest. Utilizing her dexterous tongue, she began to trace his toned muscles. His erect nipples were her next targets. Suckling lightly, a warm breath was sent across the hypersensitive flesh. The same attention was paid to the other nipple.

Needing further exploration, she glided her tongue over the abdominal muscles that separated her from what she desired. As she shifted further downward, she grasped his butt tightly. With unhurried ease, she began her agonizing torment. She gently took the tip of his erection into her mouth, mercilessly teasing. She provided soothing suction as she pulled back. A moan of protest escaped his throat as she released him.

‘How many licks does it take to get to the bottom of a Tootsie Roll pop?’ she mused in a low murmur.

He was unable to even surface enough from the depths of ecstasy to form a coherent thought before she started again. He was slightly alarmed to feel her teeth graze against him, but he quickly dismissed it as a new technique. As she moved forward once more, the pressure of her teeth increased until he was screaming in pain. Through the pain, he heard her speak.

‘Hey, where’s the cream filling?’ Her voice was that of annoyance.

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Severus sat up in his bed suddenly. His heart pounded in his chest as his eyes surveyed the dark chamber. A hand crept up his chest, and a warm body snuggled closer to him. His gaze drifted to the beautiful brunette lying beside him. Sliding back into her arms, he felt his heart beat regulate. He draped his own arm over her, and he felt reassured that his Hermione would never hurt him. Succumbing to sleep’s demands, his subconscious guided him into a far less painful fantasy about his beloved.