Snape Me

Disclaimer: I do not own Snape, Hogwarts, Harry Potter, or any of the related stuff \'n things. The character of Adrian Maraschino and the plot of this fic are my own invention, however. I have no affiliation with J. K. Rowling or Warner Bros. (Or, haven\'t you heard, they\'re hiring amateur porn writers now!)

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Hogwarts, Snape’s Office. 9:10 p.m. November 3.

Stupid, stupid, stupid Severus. This had been a bad idea. He watched between his fingers as the potato disappeared down Adrian’s throat, along with a heavy dosage of pixie cayenne... much more than he’d intended her to eat.

He quietly raised his wand and waved it at the door, which swung shut and silently locked itself. Adrian didn’t notice.

Snape continued to feel more and more nervous, as the seconds passed like hours. What if it didn’t work? Or worse-- what if it did? What would happen afterwards, when she recovered from the effects of the pixie cayenne and realized what had happened?

She’d surely report it to the other teachers... and what then?

He broke out in a cold sweat. He’d been so... so shortsighted, that he hadn’t even considered all these problems until now. And now it was too late. The pixie cayenne-- almost half the shaker-- was inside her, and it was only a matter of time until it took effect.

Suddenly Adrian dropped her fork and slumped down in her chair.

Snape jumped to his feet. Oh god, what if an overdose of pixie cayenne had some fatal effect he didn’t know about? He swept over to the table and grabbed her shoulders roughly.

“Miss Maraschino!”

Her face was so much softer in unconsciousness. It was usually filled with so much arrogance and spite, but now it was heartbreakingly beautiful. He shook her shoulders. “Miss Maraschino, can you hear me?”

He was about to go fetch some medicines he thought might revive her, when Adrian’s eyes fluttered open. She grabbed onto his arms and gazed around in a disoriented way.

Then her eyes locked on Snape. He froze, staring back at her, not knowing what to expect.

A smile crossed her full pink lips. “Call me Adrian,” she murmured, softening her grip on his arms.

Suddenly she lunged forward, catching his mouth in a fierce kiss. Snape’s eyes went wide, and his mind went blank, as Adrian passionately caressed his tongue with her own. When she finally broke away, Snape was breathing heavily.

Adrian put her lips into a pout. “Why didn’t you kiss me back? Don’t you like me?”

“I...” Snape’s voice was dry. He reminded himself that people under the influence of pixie cayenne could be violent if they were angered. So he said quietly, “I like you very much... Adrian. I’m just a little shocked.”

She laughed lightly. “How come? Is it because you thought I hated you?” She stood up, grabbing the collar of his robe in her hands. “The only thing I ever hated about you was that you never showed me a bit of affection. But that will change tonight. You have to return this fire inside that I feel for you. You have to. It’s burning me up.”

Adrian pushed him against the cool stone wall. “Hold me, Severus. Crush me against your heart,” she whispered. “I’m going to kiss you again. And this time... kiss me back.”

Snape allowed himself one glance at the door to make sure it was securely locked, and then he turned all his attention to the hysterical girl before him. Slowly, trembling, he slid his arms around her waist and pulled her close to him. She was so young. And in her eyes was nothing but wanting. For him.

Don’t flatter yourself, Severus. It’s just the pixie cayenne.

Next thing he knew, her soft, warm lips were on his again. And this time, as she commanded, he kissed her back. It was difficult at first, not only because he was flooded with guilt at taking advantage of a student... but because he hadn’t kissed anyone in so long. Every movement of her tongue sent floods of desire through his body, desire so strong he could hardly stand it. He moved his lips tenderly against hers, almost afraid to do anything in case he scared her off.

But it was impossible to scare off someone under the influence of pixie cayenne.

Adrian began to fiddle with the top button of his frock coat.

He pulled back, suddenly aware of the situation again. “Are you sure you want to... do this?” he asked as soon as he caught his breath. “You don’t have to. There could be complications--”

She silenced him with a brief kiss. “There is no time for thinking,” she said, her eyes bright. “Only feeling.”

Snape only hesitated a moment before he reached up and shrugged his robes off his shoulders. They crumpled to the ground. Underneath, he was wearing his customary black slacks and black long-sleeved frock coat, with a white undershirt below that. Adrian impatiently unfastened the long row of buttons on his frock coat, her fingers swift and excited.

He quickly shucked it off, somehow tousling his hair in the process. Adrian nearly squealed with delight, and she reached up and ran her fingers through his shoulder-length black locks.

“It’s so soft,” she cooed. “And it smells good.”

Snape felt his cheeks redden a little bit. “I washed it yesterday, after you... made a certain comment.”

“You washed it because of something I said?” she exclaimed. “How sweet.” She ruffled his hair some more. “It’s so sexy when it’s messed up.”

His cheeks flushed some more, and certain carnal urges became more persistent in his lower regions. Sexy. Him? ...Okay!

Snape began to unbutton his undershirt. Suddenly, he became painfully aware of his own body. He was so thin, so pale. It was skin that hadn’t soaked up the light of the sun or felt the warmth of another body for countless years.

He kept his eyes downcast. “I’m no model. Sorry.”

Adrian reached out and lightly traced his collarbone. “No, no, you’re gorgeous,” she insisted. “I hate those bodybuilder types. But you... you’re so light and lean and... ectomorphic.”

He blinked. “That’s a nice word.”

She nodded enthusiastically. “Lightly muscled and long-limbed... It describes you perfectly... But I’m feeling left out now,” she added playfully. With that, she pulled her shirt off, revealing a perfectly slender waist softened with gentle curves. Not to mention her breasts, covered only by a pink push-up bra. She tossed the shirt to the side.

Snape tried to keep his jaw from dropping. He was wracked with guilt... This was wrong, this shouldn’t be happening... But at the same time, he didn’t care about the consequences. All that mattered was the moment.

Arching her back slightly, Adrian reached behind herself and managed to unhook her bra. It dropped to the floor, and now Snape really couldn’t keep his mouth from dropping open. He leaned against the wall for support, staring openly at the seventeen-year-old’s chest.

“You like it?” Adrian giggled. Then she looked down at herself. “We have about the same coloring, don’t we? White as snow.” She shivered suddenly. “And as cold. It’s freezing down here in these dungeons.” Looking up at him with ice-blue eyes, she smiled. “Well, are you just going to stand there? Warm me up!”

Snape opened his arms, which until now had been crossed over his chest. Adrian stepped into his embrace. She kissed his neck, working her way up, until she playfully bit on his earlobe. “Don’t be afraid to touch me,” she whispered, laughing a little.

Afraid? Hah! ...Well, okay, maybe a little. Taking a deep, shuddering breath, Snape moved his hands to Adrian’s front and brushed the outline of her breasts. His fingers were cold. He traced decreasing circles, smaller and smaller, and by the time he reached her nipples, they were small and hard.

Adrian moaned softly as he massaged them. “I can’t stand this. I’m getting undressed now,” she announced.

Kicking off her shoes and socks, she quickly unbuttoned and unzipped the fly of her jeans, pulling them and her underwear down in one deft movement.

Snape’s own pants suddenly became very uncomfortable. He watched as Adrian stepped out of the discarded garments and kicked them contemptuously aside. “You look nervous, Sevvy!” she purred. “I’m not making you nervous, am I? Or have you just not done this in a while?”

Snape’s chest swelled indignantly. “Of course n... I mean, in my day... Well, it’s been a while, yes.” He frowned huffily. “How long has it been since you did this?”

Adrian barely gave the matter two seconds of thought. “Half a week, maybe.”

Snape blinked. “What? With whom?” he demanded, somewhat jealously.

“I forget.” She brushed the matter aside. “Are you going to take your shirt off, or what?” she demanded playfully.

Snape realized he was still wearing his crisp white undershirt, although it was completely unbuttoned and hung open. He suddenly thought of the Dark Mark on his left forearm, and as Adrian moved to take his shirt off, he sharply grabbed her wrist, surprising her. “Don’t,” he snapped.

She looked at him with wide, frightened eyes. “Why?”

There was too much going on right now. He didn’t need any more complications, like explaining his Dark Mark to her. “I get cold easily,” he lied clumsily. “I’d rather keep it on.”

Adrian smiled wryly. “Well, suit yourself. But you’ll soon be warm enough.” She leaned forward and licked his chest, tracing her tongue around his nipples. “I didn’t think you’d be so shy, Sev,” she murmured teasingly. “I always imagined you as something of a dominatrix.”

Who’s the one in control here: the middle-aged teacher who’s in over his head, or the young student who’s all pumped up on arousal-boosting drugs? He coughed lightly, at an embarrassing loss for words, and felt his face flush warmly.

Adrian looked amused. “Very well then, I’d better be in charge, otherwise nothing’s going to get done.”

Before the Potions Master had time to react, the seventeen-year-old beauty suddenly got down on her knees, loosened his belt, and nimbly undid the four buttons that fronted the fly of his well-tailored black trousers. The bulge of his erection was obvious beneath his black silk boxers, and she looked up at him with a teasing smile on her face. “Have you heard what they say about men with big noses?” she asked. “We’ll soon find out if it’s true.” With cool, confident hands, Adrian stroked his waist, gently slipping her fingers under the band of his boxers.

Snape gritted his teeth and braced himself against the cool dungeon wall, his manhood throbbing with agonizing desire. Imagine if McGonagall or Filch burst in here. He tried to imagine the look on their faces, felt suddenly sick to his stomach, and quickly gave up that train of thought.

Adrian pulled his boxers down just low enough to free his erection and balls. At the sight of the engorged member, she gave an appreciative whistle. “Looks like it is true, and then some,” she murmured.

Suddenly she moistened her lips and lunged forward, taking the entire length of his shaft in her mouth. As she moved back and forth, she caressed firmly with her tongue and held her lips close around him, fondling his testicles with her cold, nimble fingers.

With an involuntary gasp, Snape threw back his head and stared at the dark ceiling without seeing it. His fingers twitched uncontrollably, scrabbling for purchase on the dungeon wall. Pleasure thrilled through his entire body, almost entirely washing out the guilt. Almost.

Adrian quickened the pace, sucking fiercely. Snape began moving in rhythm with her, feeling himself go deep into the back of her throat. She suddenly switched her focus to the tip of shaft, licking it firmly, and the delight was almost too much to bear. Unable to help himself, Snape took his hands away from the wall and grasped the girl’s head, entwining his fingers in her long, silky hair. He pulled her toward him as he thrust forward, feeling his climax build and build inside him, ready to erupt.

But suddenly Adrian jerked back, bracing herself against his hips. Snape grunted in frustration, narrowing his dark eyes as she pulled free of his grasp.

Adrian stood up, her hand on her hip. She wagged her other finger sternly. “Uh-uh-uh! I have feelings too, you know! I’m not going to let you come unless it’s inside me.” She licked some bitter semen off her lips. “That was just to loosen you up a little.”

Adrian dragged him over to the table where her supper lay, cold and forgotten. With one impatient wave of her hand, she shoved the plate and silverware to the side, clearing enough space on the green-and-silver tablecloth for her to lay down. She spread her legs apart, her slit already glistening with moisture. “Fuck me now,” she panted, but before the words were out of her mouth, Snape was already standing at the edge of the table, stroking the velvety skin of her inner thighs. Gently nudging her legs wider, he teased her swollen labia apart with the tip of his fully erect manhood, preparing to enter her.

The girl groaned and squirmed in anticipation, wrapping her legs around him insistently. The overdose of pixie Cayenne was driving her completely insane with desire.

Snape grasped Adrian’s waist to hold her steady and slowly pushed his hips forward. He had to check if this young woman’s passage was long enough to accommodate him. Much to his satisfaction, he was able to slide the entire length of his shaft inside her.

He drew back slightly, paused for a moment, and then thrust sharply forward.

Adrian gasped and curved up to meet him. Her hair cascaded over the edge of the table, shining in the dim light like a black waterfall. Snape settled into a relentless rhythm, vaguely aware of the table creaking in time with him. He slid his hands up from her waist to caress her hardened nipples, and suddenly he felt her hands cover his own, interlacing their fingers together. That made him glance down in surprise.

Up until this point, his head had been tilted back, his eyes stubbornly fixed on anything but Adrian. But now that he had looked down at her, he couldn’t tear his eyes away. The sight of her pale cheeks flushed with heat, her icy blue eyes gazing at him with adoring passion, her hands clutching possessively at his-- it was the most arousing thing he’d ever seen, and he felt his manhood harden even more.

The pleasure suddenly began to intensify. Tearing his hands out of her grasp, Snape threw himself forward so that he was leaning over the table, his hands planted on either side of Adrian’s head. She moaned and arched her back frantically, angling herself so that Snape’s shaft rubbed against her clitoris. Her legs pressed forcefully against his lower back, urging him deeper inside.

One more urgent thrust, and Adrian was driven over the edge. She threw back her head and let out a scream of ecstasy that echoed through the dungeons. Her wild convulsions sent the plate crashing to the floor, and the goblet toppled over, spilling orange pumpkin juice over the tablecloth. A moment later, Snape reached his own orgasm. He let out a deep sensual growl as his member throbbed with the spasms of his climax and ejaculated a hot flood of semen.

His head spinning, Snape fell onto his elbows, breathing in sharp gasps. A bead of sweat ran down his forehead, and his long black hair fell over his face. As he went soft inside her, Adrian wrapped her arms around him and held him close, and they suddenly fell sideways onto the floor, tablecloth and all. Still entwined, they lay together, wrapped in the Slytherin colors. Snape felt his heartbeat pound in his chest as his breathing slowly returned to normal. For a moment, he just enjoyed the touch of Adrian’s warm body on every inch of his skin, all thoughts of guilt vanished, replaced by pure comfort.

Then suddenly the salt and pepper shakers rolled belatedly off the table. They shattered on the cold stone floor, spilling their contents in explosions of white and black and punctuating the silence with the sharp smack of breaking glass.

This brought Snape back to reality.

His eyes snapped open, and his breath caught in his throat.

Okay, Severus, you’ve had your fun, now comes the hard part. You are lying on your office floor on a Friday night, surrounded by broken things, wrapped in a stained tablecloth with a naked underage student.

And how exactly did you plan to get away with this?

With an effort, he made his conscience shut up and nervously pulled back so he could look at Adrian’s face.

She was asleep.

That made things a little easier. But not much.

Snape detached himself from her, careful not to wake her up, and wearily staggered to his feet. His undershirt was damp with sweat, and it clung uncomfortably to his back. Grimacing, he grabbed his wand from the pile of clothes on the floor and performed a quick Cleaning Charm on himself, then absentmindedly pulled up his boxers and buttoned his pants, letting the belt stay unbuckled.

He glanced at the clock. Good, it was barely ten. Everyone knew he gave long detentions, so no one would be getting suspicious yet. Even if Adrian stayed unusually late, he was sure he could think of a convincing cover story. Snape sighed and massaged his forehead. Lying was the easy part-- it was getting Adrian to cooperate that was going to be difficult.

He picked up his robe, frock coat, and undershirt and slung them over his shoulder. Adrian had to get back to her dormitory soon. But he was so exhausted... and he still had to figure out what he was going to do when she woke up... Might as well take a short nap and sleep on the problem.

And Adrian... he couldn’t just leave her lying there on the freezing floor. Pursing his lips in annoyance, he added the girl’s clothes to the pile on his shoulder, then nudged the tablecloth off her with his foot. He bent down and scooped the naked girl into his arms, grunting slightly with the effort, then carried her bridal-style across the room. There was a door at the back of his office that led to his private quarters. With difficulty, he somehow managed to wave his wand and put out the torches, and then used it to unlock the door.

He nudged it open with his shoulder and hauled Adrian inside. At a murmured command from him, a frosted-glass globe lit up softly, illuminating an austerely furnished living room. As he kicked the door shut behind him, he realized that this seventh-year was the first girl he’d ever carried over any threshold. The thought almost made him laugh. He smiled wryly to himself in the subdued light.

He walked across the room and made to put Adrian down on the black leather couch, but something made him pause. He chewed thoughtfully on his lower lip, sighed resignedly, and made his way to the flight of broad, shallow stairs that led to his bedchamber.

More globes lit up as he trudged up the steps, only to extinguish themselves once he passed. Adrian’s long black hair hung down over his arm, nearly brushing the floor, and her bare arms and legs dangled as limply as a doll’s. Snape was a bit out of breath by the time he reached the bedroom door, which he impatiently unlocked with his wand and shoved open with his shoulder.

There was a real window here, and not merely a charmed pane of glass, for the stairs had taken him up to ground level. Snape whispered a word that kept the globes from lighting, so the few moonbeams were all that illuminated the room. He moved to his bed, which as usual wasn’t made, so it was easy to deposit Adrian on the black cotton sheets and pull the heavy dark green feather bedding over her.

He stood back, straightened the clothes over his shoulder, and caught his breath. Adrian’s face was as pale and beautiful as the moonlight that shone upon it, and the hair that surrounded her and fell across her face was as black as the night beyond. She seemed to become more lovely every moment he looked at her. Her face was so peaceful. He wondered what it would look like once she woke up, and his lips twisted into a humorless smile.

Back in the living room, he tiredly prepared a potion for Adrian and set out a bottle of vodka on the mantlepiece. He then ordered the clock to wake him up in a couple hours. Collapsing on the couch, he covered himself with a spare blanket and fell asleep instantly.

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Well, there \'tis. The much-anticipated smut chapter. #^^# This is my first time writing something like this, so how\'d I do? I hope you enjoyed. Snape was uncharacteristically submissive in this chapter, I know. That\'s just because he was overwhelmed. But in the future, he\'ll be back to the masterful, dominating bastard we know and love. Please review! I just love hearing your input. Your enthusiasm keeps me going, you dirty pervs. It\'s just too bad I can count all of my followers on one hand. XD Next chapter should be posted this week, so check back.