In The Dungeon Deep And Dark

In the Dungeon Deep and Dark





Hermione’s stomach lurched guiltily next morning at breakfast when she saw a portly old gentleman sat in Snape’s usual seat, a feeling that grew when she saw how dejected Remus Lupin looked.



“Students, I would like you all to welcome Professor Slughorn, who has returned from retirement as Potions Master and Head of Slytherin House.” Dumbledore said, earning a smattering of confused applause from the student body.



“Potions? Where’s Snape?” Ron asked through a mouthful of toast.



“Oh no! I’ve got Snape fired!” Hermione gasped in horror. The boys stared at her, stunned.



“What? How? We’ve been trying for nearly seven years!” Harry asked.



“It’s not funny Harry. I feel really bad.” Hermione said reproachfully.



“Come on, Dumbledore let him get away with loads over the years. What could possibly be bad enough to fire him for now?” harry asked.



“I found out he was sleeping with one of his students, so I told Professor Lupin.” She admitted. Everyone in earshot choked on their breakfasts, some spewed pumpkin juice and others dropped their cutlery.



“Bloody hell, who’d be desperate enough to shag Snape?” Ron spluttered.



“I can’t tell you. I promised Professor Lupin to keep quiet about it.” She said apologetically.



“Come on, we knew he was a nasty, dodgy piece of work but who’d have guessed he was porking his pupils?” Ron joked.



“Ron, that was crude. If your mother heard your language, she’d wash your mouth out.” Hermione said disapprovingly.



“How did you find out what he was up to?” Harry asked.



“I caught them... you know...” she said, blushing.



“Urgh! Did he have her under the Imperius?” Ron asked, barely noticing the other Gryffindors leaning closer to listen in.



“No, she seemed pretty lucid, in fact she sounded like she enjoyed it.” Hermione said.



“How old is she?” harry asked suspiciously.



“It’s not like that Harry, she’s in our year. He’s only in trouble because she’s in his class.” Hermione clarified.



“Who do we know in Potions class except for you who’s a girl?” Ron wondered. He and Harry both began checking off names mentally but none of them seemed to be the type to be playing kinky games with her Potions teacher.



“Let’s just hope this Slughorn’s a good teacher. I’d hate for my NEWT to suffer just because Snape couldn’t keep it in his pants.” Hermione grumbled.



“Trust you to have the juiciest gossip in the whole school and be worried about exams.” Lavender said disapprovingly; desperate to discover the identity of Snape’s secret lover. “Come on, we want details here.”







If Dumbledore expected Severus to slink out quietly with his tail between his legs and not cause a fuss, he was sadly mistaken. Students milling about near the entrance hall were surprised to find him looking more casual and at ease than they had ever seen him. He was leaning against the main door, his legs crossed at the ankles and his arms crossed against his chest with his trunk next to him. He seemed to be waiting for something....or someone, as Georgia came down the corridor in a light blue dress, dragging her trunk behind her. She stood out strangely from the crowd of black robed students. She walked straight up to Snape, seemingly oblivious to the stares of the crowd that had gathered. She beamed brightly when he greeted her with a slight smile.



“Are you ready?” he asked amusedly.



“Yeah, all packed for the off.” She replied.



“No regrets?” he asked.



“No regrets.” She assured him as he pulled her to him for a brief but loving kiss. You could have heard a pin drop in the entrance hall at that moment. The silence was broken only by her name being called by Justin Finch-Fletchley.



“So it’s true? You’re the girl all the rumours are about? This is why you kept pushing me away.” He said in disbelief. Georgia stepped away from Severus to place a consoling hand on his shoulder with a pitying look on her face.



“I’m sorry Justin, but Severus and I were already together when you expressed an interest.” She said softly. He shook his head sadly.



“I suppose I never really knew you at all, did I?” he said as he walked away.



“Shall we then?” Snape asked, bringing her attention back to him. He linked her arm and with a wave of his wand he sent their luggage ahead of them.



They stepped into the late spring sunshine feeling lighter than air. No more secrets. No more lies. They were finally free to be together.



“Professor Snape, Dumbledore said yeh’d be needin’ the carriage today.” Hagrid said tersely. Clearly Dumbledore had told Hagrid the real reason for Snape’s dismissal.



“Thank you Hagrid.” Snape replied calmly.



“Bye Hagrid.” Georgia smiled as Snape helped her up into the covered carriage.



“You’re goin’ too Georgia?” Hagrid asked, surprised.



“Yes, we’re leaving together. Surely Albus told you?” Snape replied.



“He never said nothin’ o’ th’ sort!” Hagrid said.



“Well, now you know.” Snape replied.



“I hafta say professor Snape, I’m surprised at yeh.” Hagrid admonished.



“For leaving a job I hate to be with a lovely young woman who loves me? I’m surprised at myself too. I should have done this years ago.” He replied, slamming the carriage door and chuckling as the carriage moved off, leaving Hagrid spluttering in disbelief and anger.



“Severus, that was mean!” Georgia chided.



“I am mean darling, you know that.” He replied. She tried to frown at him for being nasty to Hagrid whom she had always liked. It was in vain though as he merely lifted her bodily and sat her on his lap, making her giggle as his whisper tickled her ear.



“I think we’ve caused enough gossip to be remembered at Hogwarts for years to come.”



“I’m glad I’ve left then, imagine how bad it would have been if I stayed and they found out I was the reason you left.” She said, softly stroking his face and hair.



“Yes, I imagine they would have been particularly horrid to you.” He concurred.



“Besides, no-one can keep us apart now. I admit I was worried about what would happen to us once I left for St Mungo’s and you were stuck at Hogwarts.” She said.



“Why do you think I was leaving at the end of the year?” he replied, pressing leisurely kisses to her lips, which soon became a more urgent and ardent exploration of her curves.



“You certainly like quickies in unusual places.” She said amusedly as he pulled her into position straddling him.



“Why not love? We’ll never get the opportunity again, and I fully intend to take advantage of the solitude on the Hogsmeade express too.” He smirked. That smirk, that voice and the heated look in his eye were all it took to have her completely undone. She never understood how he could reduce her to a puddle of desire with such little effort but she certainly enjoyed the consequences.



“You are a very dirty old man, Severus Snape.” She groaned as he lifted her dress over her head.



“Less of the old, wench!” he defended, spanking her lightly for her cheek.



“Sorry honey, you know I don’t mean it.” She said.



“Never mind, it’s what they’ll all think of me when the story gets out. I don’t care about the opinions of a bunch of small minded idiots.” He said, running his hands over her flesh.



“I hadn’t thought of that. I’m sorry love; I’ve ruined your good name.” She said sorrowfully.



“What’s left of it,” he snorted. “Few people trusted me, even after the war. They still believed I never renounced the D... Voldemort. Screw them all.” He said vehemently.



“I’d rather you screwed me!” she replied with a saucy grin.



“Of course my love, as you wish.” He replied, swiftly releasing himself, pulling her knickers aside and plunging deep into her, making her cry out. She braced her knees either side of him on the seat and began to rise and fall on his engorged cock, holding onto his shoulders for balance.



“Oh fuck Severus; I love how you fill me.” She gasped, bouncing up and down on his lap, driving his cock deep into her cunt.



“Merlin! I love how tight you always are, so wonderfully tight and juicy.” He groaned, thrusting upwards into her soft, welcoming depths. She ran her hands over his shirt, lifting the fabric rather than bothering with the buttons, desperate to feel more of his flesh. The bounce of the carriage on the uneven track assisted in their lovemaking and soon they were both coming hard, leaning against each other in exhausted ecstasy, still touching and kissing ardently.



“How will we ever get any work done like this?” she wondered aloud.



“You always managed to work hard in my class.” He relied as they dressed again.



“That’s because I think the other students would have been appalled if I jumped on you in the middle of a lesson.” She replied cheekily.



“They probably would, as would our customers.” He smirked. She pouted playfully as the carriage drew up to Hogsmeade station. She became suddenly sombre as they exited the carriage.



“Wow, this is it. Goodbye Hogwarts.” She sighed, as Severus collected their luggage, levitating it onto the platform.



There was no-one about as the train only came once a week and was rarely used. Hogsmeade was a small village and most witches and wizards used magical means of travel. The station was left open for squibs and people who for some reason needed it. Some were unable to apparate, some afraid of flying and rarer still were those poor unfortunates who were allergic to floo powder.



“So, where are we going?” she asked as they sat on the bench together. She linked her fingers with his and leaned her head on his shoulder.



“I managed to arrange everything late last night and early this morning. I sold my old house and am now owner of what used to be Slug and Jigger’s apothecary.” He said with a hint of pride. “There’s a small flat above the shop. If you still want to live with me, we’d be staying there for now and maybe get a bigger place if business does as well as I think it will.”



“Of course I want to stay with you. I love you.” She said, a little exasperated. His lips quirked into a brief smile but he said nothing.



“Oh shit! I haven’t told Mum and Dad yet!” she gasped.



“Well one of the first things we need to do when we get to Diagon Alley is go to the Owl Post office. You don’t want them to worry that something has happened to you.” He insisted.



“Of course Severus, I forgot that’s all.” She replied. However, now that she remembered, she didn’t know how to tell her normal, average Muggle parents that she had run off with her teacher to work in a shop selling ingredients for magic brews.