Snape's Match

A/N: Apologies to all for the inexcusable delay. I can only plead all the homework my lecturers seem to think was OK to give to me. Idiots. Anyway, here\'s the next two chapters, please enjoy, and I will only say this: here be lemons!!

Lia returned to the Gryffindor common room the next evening, fully healed but still a little sore around the small of her back. She was greeted with a dozen smiling faces and cries of welcome.


“You’re back! Excellent, Snape better start shaking in his boots, Lia!” Seamus had noticed her arrival.


Her three friends fought through the clump of people around her to greet her too. Harry asked how she was, Hermione smiled and Ron clapped her on the back and instantly apologized when she winced.


“Merlin! Sorry Lia, didn’t mean to do that!”


“It’s OK, Ron, it doesn’t hurt.”


“Come on over, we’ve saved you a seat by the fire.”


Lia had fun elaborately describing her time in the hospital wing, exaggerating the amounts of bandages and potions she had to take until even Hermione had to laugh.


“Stop it, Lia,” she giggled. “Didn’t anything interesting happen?


“Well, there was this one thing,” Lia replied, remembering, “I’d just woken up from this bad dream and there was a chair next to me that wasn’t there before. And then I found this near it.”


Lia held up the wand.


“Do you know whose it is at all?”


Harry reached for it, and the four friends studied it for a minute until Hermione clapped a hand to her head with a small gasp.


“Hermione, what?” Ron asked, frankly alarmed.


“I’ve just recognized that wand! It’s Snape’s, I’m sure of it!”


“Snape’s? How can you know?” asked Harry with a glance at Lia’s shocked face.


“I wouldn’t normally, but I remember he was pointing it at Neville a couple of days ago in Potions while he was bullying him and I noticed it had a little nick in it. There.”


Hermione pointed to the tiny chip on the handle, and the four friends looked at it, and then back at each other.


“Lia?” asked Harry carefully. “Do you know why Snape would be visiting you?”


Lia barely heard him, or Ron when he snorted and said: “Isn’t it obvious? He’d not managed to kill her before and he’d come back to finish the job! He ought to kicked out right now!”


Merlin, thought Lia, he did care about her. There was no other explanation for why he would have sneaked up to her bedside to see her. He must have left because he didn’t want to speak to her…or wait; maybe he thought she wouldn’t have wanted to speak to him after the interlude in the dungeons. Lia felt as though her heart was beating so loudly that her friends were sure to hear it.


“Lia?” Hermione was looking at her, concerned.


“Wha – oh yeah. Um, I think I’m going to go out, you know, I really want some fresh air – been inside for ages.”


Harry, Ron and Hermione all looked at her as if her accident had turned her head.


“Lia, it’s after nine. We’re not allowed outside, not at this time,” Harry reminded her.


“Oh yeah,” said Lia, remembering. “Damn.”


Harry took a guilty look at her disappointed face and bounded up to his dormitory. He returned with a silvery cloth held in his arms. “Here you go.”


“Here I go what?” asked Lia. “How does this help me?”


“It’s an Invisibility Cloak,” said Harry happily, “I can’t believe I didn’t tell you about it before.”


“Wow!” exclaimed Lia. “Does it really work?”


Harry looked around the empty common room. “Try it now, go on.”


Lia did so, and to her astonishment saw her body vanish under the folds of the cloak.


“This is amazing! No teacher will see me with this on!”


Harry laughed. “That is the general idea.”


“Cool! Well, I won’t be long, I don’t think. Just want to get outside, I’m feeling distinctly claustrophobic.”


Hermione looked worried as Lia prepared to go.


“Do be careful, Lia, won’t you? Look what happened last time.”


Lia looked grave. “Don’t worry, Herm, it’ll be all right.”


She also pocketed Snape’s wand behind her back, hoping none of them noticed her.


“OK, then, good luck.”


“See you soon, guys.”



Lia pushed open the portrait hole and hurried off down to the lower levels. She felt a bit guilty for not telling her friends where she was really going, but she knew they’d all have heart attacks if they really knew. She was going to Snape’s office, to find out what he really felt about her. She couldn’t take this uncertainty anymore.


Harry’s excellent Cloak protected her from any teachers snooping around, and tonight there did seem to be a lot of them. She saw McGonagall on the third floor, Professor Flitwick in the entrance hall and she thought she even noticed the hem of Dumbledore’s cloak vanishing into a classroom on the second floor.


Before long, however, she was standing at the door where she’d begun so many strange nights. Snape’s office was silent, from what she could hear, and the fear that he was not there struck her for the first time. She took a breath and pushed the portal open.



Snape was indeed there, and he was instantly on his feet, trying to see who had entered.


“Who’s there?” he cried in a sharp tone, “Show yourself!”


Damn, thought Lia, I’d forgotten about the Cloak. She pulled it off and Snape started with surprise.


“Lia!” he half-shouted, “I mean, Miss Fitzgerald. What are you doing here, you should be in your house dormitory!”


Lia took no notice of this, moving slowly closer to him. His brain was whirling, trying to figure out why she was here.


“You came to visit me, Professor. When I was ill. How could I not come to thank you? It would have been rude.”


Snape looked suddenly startled. “How did you know that?”


Lia took out his wand, and his eyes widened as he recognized it. “You dropped this, Professor. I just wanted to return it, I’m sure you missed it.”


“Not as much as I missed you.”


The desperate confession slipped out before he could do anything about it.Merlin’s sake, thought Snape desperately, I can’t even keep my mouth shut anymore!
Lia’s breath hitched as he involuntarily let slip that he had been worried for her. Oh Gods, I hope he doesn’t send me away again, please don’t send me away…


Snape found it difficult to think as she moved even closer and he could begin to catch her light perfume. His head swam. Why wasn’t she leaving? He’d all but admitted he liked her, why wasn’t she running from the greasy git of the Hogwarts dungeons as fast as she could?


“Why did you really visit me, Professor?” Lia asked, willing him to tell her. “I’d gotten the impression you didn’t like me after all when you told me to leave that night.”


Snape gave her a guilty look. “That, perhaps, was wrong of me, Miss Fitzgerald.”


He looked so vulnerable for a moment that Lia’s chest constricted painfully. Do it, she thought suddenly to herself. Do it now. Kiss him.


“Lia, Professor, Merlin’s sake,” she rejoined huskily.


“Lia, then,” he answered, still vaguely in shock. She stepped even closer, and it appeared he finally noticed that the space between was somewhat less than normally appropriate.
Snape tried to say something, but his thoughts failed him as Lia reached up to pull his face near, and kissed him.



She was ready for him to tense up, throw her out, shout at her – anything except accept her kiss as he did, his arms tightening possessively around her. Snape was blindsided by a sharp stab of hot desire for the slender girl in his arms, and he craved contact with her like a man in the desert craves water. His mouth ravished her own, pouring unspoken depths of emotions into her. They both groaned as their tongues touched, then entwined; tugging, licking and caressing.
One of Snape’s hands inched its way down her back, splaying in order to push her nearer to him, so that their bodies molded together almost as one. He deepened the kiss, taking control, holding her close. This time I won’t send her away, Snape thought, I don’t care, I won’t…


“Severus,” whispered Lia. His knees almost buckled at the sound of her voice pronouncing his first name.


“Yes?”


“Take me to your bedroom.”


Oh Gods, yes, that would be a very good idea thought Snape wildly, but he managed to regain enough control over his raging desire to choke out:


“You must be sure, Lia. You must.”


She pulled away from kissing his jaw lightly to look at him curiously.


“If we do this,” he growled desperately, “I will do everything to keep you with me. Do you understand? Tell me now, for I will not be able to stop soon.”


Her eyes widened as she digested what he’d said, and she considered. Lia, for her part, did mean it. She’d had no intention of it going this far when she’d come here, but the minute their lips had met she remembered what a strong set of feelings he brought out in her. She couldn’t just go back to the Tower now and face Harry, Ron and Hermione – she would go crazy just trying to behave normally. She felt as though she’d die if she didn’t get to see this through.


Lia kissed Snape again; feeling his chest heave from the effect she had on him, and got a wicked idea. Sliding a hand below his waist, she gripped his rampant erection lightly and listened to him suck in his breath.


“Yes, Severus,” she whispered softly. “I want this, truly.”


“Gods,” came his strangled answer.


He seemed to reach a decision and picked her up for the third time in two days. These were, he decided, the best circumstances yet in which he had done so.
His private rooms were almost bare, Spartan in their lack of furniture, only serving to highlight the strength of their passion as they filled the room with emotions not seen there before.
His bed was furnished with black sheets, and it was here he laid her. She refused to relinquish his mouth for even a single moment, dragging him down on top of her. He held her pinned to the bed with his lithe frame, kissing and nipping at her neck while she struggled with the buttons at the top of his robes.


“Dammit!” she swore in frustration, as the black obstructions refused to budge. He grinned evilly at her, capturing her mouth once more as he felt around for his wand.


“Divestio!” came his muffled spell, and Lia suddenly found herself open to his heated gaze as her clothing disappeared.
His intense look as he took in her breasts with their reddened nipples, as well as the way it crept downwards past the curve of her hip to her center made a slow blush creep into her cheeks.


Raising one of his eyebrows, he asked “A virgin?”


She nodded, hoping it would not put him off. When he continued to look hungrily at her, she moved to cover herself, but he stopped her with a firm hand. “Don’t. Allow me the pleasure of looking at you, Lia.”


“I’m nothing special,” she mumbled, suddenly overcome with shyness.


His head shot up, and she met glittering eyes, losing herself in their inky depths.


“Do not say that. You are luminous, and I am honoured that you have chosen to share your first time with me.”


Unsure as what to say to this, Lia chose to reply by kissing him once more, and resuming her attack on his buttons. After being distracted numerous times by Snape’s delighted explorations of her body – particularly when he discovered the sweet spot at the base of her neck and marked it with a graze of his teeth – she managed to tug the heavy frock coat off him and drop it to the floor. He raised that eternal eyebrow at her and passively allowed her to dispose of his shirt as well, exposing his chest to her for the first time. Pale and lean, he had a nasty scar over one of his ribs, which she traced lightly with a single finger. Shooting a questioning glance at him, he merely shook his head.


“It’s old, Lia. Forget it.”


She smiled lazily back at him and drawled:


“You’re right. Why worry about that when there are so many more…interesting things to explore?”


He looked surprised as she rolled to the side, taking him along with her so that she straddled his narrow pelvis and her core came into contact with his now fully erect cock. Shocked and aroused at her action, Snape let out a soft hiss and shifted his hips restlessly. Lia bucked her own in answer, and he tried reflexively to once more pin her down.


“Patience, darling Severus,” she teased, missing the way his eyes widened momentarily at the casual endearment.


The look was quickly lost as smoldering desire took its place. Snape was rapidly falling in love with her untutored but incredibly arousing movements, but he knew if she carried on he would be in no state to make this good for her. His overpowering want for the grey-eyed siren currently teasing his impressive erection would cause him to take her with no thought to her own pleasure. The mere thought of losing his seed in her warm wet depths caused a growl to spill from his lips. Lia stopped her movements, surprised.


“Am I doing OK?” she murmured softly.


Unable to endure the torment any longer, he flipped her over, supporting his own weight on his forearms. They were both breathing heavily, irises vanishing behind dilated pupils. Snape kissed Lia hard in reassurance.


“You were doing too well, love.”


Her eyes grew round as she realized the effect she had almost had upon him, and he chuckled darkly.


“Now do you understand, little Gryffindor? I have no desire for this to be a one-sided affair.”


She nodded mutely, still absent-mindedly trailing her fingers down his spine. He shivered, and decided it was definitely time for some payback.
Snape lightly kissed her eyes shut, then returned his attentions to her neck. Grunting in approval at the mark from his previous bites, he softened it with a slow, sensuous lick that made her tremble from head to toe.


“Severus,” she whimpered, and he smiled against her shoulder.


It was still a little hard to believe she was really there in his bed, desiring him, but each time he got a whimper like that made it more certain. He licked her again, and she cried a little louder.
Deciding to pursue this interesting exploration, he moved slowly down, pressing kisses here and there, until he was level with her breasts. He blew gently on her already hard nipples, watching them pucker even more from the cool air. Lia gave out a slight gasp, eyes still closed to concentrate harder on the sensations she was feeling.
They shot open when Snape closed his mouth around the peak of one breast, accompanied by a breathy moan that made Snape’s erection jerk hard in response.
She was so willing, so astonished by all the feelings he was eliciting in her that he felt he had at last done something entirely right, even though he had broken all codes of ethics imposed on him by his position as a teacher.


Damn them anyway, he thought savagely, as he reached down to her clit in order to enhance her pleasure. Her hips bucked towards his thumb pressure, and she was rapidly descending into incoherence.


When his mouth moved down her flat stomach to her center and began tasting her, her moans became invocations to the gods, mixed with expletives and cries of his name. He was delighted with her taste, keeping one arm firmly across her hips to stop her helpless wriggling.
Just as he began a determined assault on her that was designed to bring her to completion, she surprised him by breathlessly asking him to stop. Seeing his taken aback expression, she blushed slightly.


“Severus, please…”


She trailed off and he quirked an eyebrow in sardonic encouragement. Fuzzily, she recognized she would never be able to see that in class anymore without squirming.


“I want you to…oh gods, Severus, I need you”
He understood, slithering up her body like the serpent his house claimed as mascot, coming to rest in the cradle of her welcoming thighs.


“You want me to take you, Lia,” he growled. It wasn’t a question.


She nodded desperately.


“Say it, pretty Lia. I need to hear it,” he commanded.


“Please, Severus,” she begged, half-mad from having him hover over her possessively like that. “I want you inside me.”


He shifted until he was in position, his cock nudging her folds. She writhed beneath him, trying to make him move into her.


“It will hurt for a moment, Lia,” he whispered.


“I know,” she answered, reaching up to kiss him. For a long moment he responded passionately, then moved his lips to her shoulder.


He bit down hard to distract her from the pain of her breaking and thrust smoothly in, filling her completely.
They both groaned, holding still until they were used to the new sensation.
Lia shifted her hips sensuously, causing Snape to bite back a moan at the feel of her inner walls clutching at him.


“All right?” he ground out, needing to know she was happy with this to continue, but still overwhelmed with the desire racing through his body.


Her eyes, which had fluttered closed, now snapped back to him and sparkled with mischief.
“Better than,” she answered with a smile, and impulsively drew him in for a kiss, their tongues twining together.


Somewhere in between the playfulness Snape started moving again, a driving need coming out of Lia’s open want for him. He had given up hope that a woman would ever look at him the way she was now, and now his body was insisting an almost animalistic request. He wanted this woman now, spread out and soft beneath him, wanted to hear her scream out his name as he drove them both to their peak. As his thrusts became longer and more roughened, he leant his mouth near her ear.


“Lia, you are so tight, so beautifully tight…I can barely hold on. Can you?”


She arched up towards his heated, broken whispers, as each drive of his hips caused a cry to break from her. Lia’s world had narrowed down to wherever Snape’s lips happened to be at that moment, as he trailed kisses across her breasts and collarbone. Finally, he reached her mouth and captured it for a moment.


“Come for me, Lia,” he gasped, “come for me now!”


She came with a scream of his name that finally sent him over the edge too, as her walls contracted around him. The ripples he felt were too much for his over-sensitized body, and Snape felt himself pump once, twice, then explode in her depths, coating them with his come.


Together they drifted back to earth, with Lia still holding him tightly to her. He savoured the experience, kissing her gently until their breathing returned to relatively normal levels.
Snape moved off of Lia, afraid of crushing her, and was gratified when she immediately snuggled up to him. It was all he could do to pull up the dark blanket from the foot of the bed to cover them, before enfolding Lia in his arms and giving himself over to sleep.


The last thing Lia could remember was Snape’s murmur of “Love you, Lia” in her ear before they fell asleep together.