Stress Relief

Revenge is oh so sweet

First off a BIG thank you to Mgrantwich for the plot for this chapter! THANK YOU! You’re an angel!

And sorry I haven’t updated for so long… not only has studying really got on top of me lately, I had an acute case riteriters block, which hopefully has lifted.

I still don\'t have my copy of OotP back, so I\'m kinda winging this still (one of my other mates has it now!), though I don\'t think much of this update contradicts anything from the book.

Please see my thank you’s at the end…I really do appreciate the reviews, guys, they make me all warm and fuzzy!


Tonks had unwarded the doors to the dungeon classroom, wondering what precisely she was going to do now. She wouldn’t be able to see Snape until after dinner that night, due to his classes and the fact that he had hall duty.
“Tonks, I believe you have forgotten something,” Snape drawled as she turned the door handle. She glanced back over her shoulder at him, confused. Then an apologetic smile crept over her face.
“Oops, sorry!” She scuttled across the room and pressed her lips to his, in a soft, sweet kiss.
“Although I did quite enjoy that, I was referring to your form.” Snape’s eyes lingered on the spiky pink hair atop her head.
“Oh, right!” Scrunching up her nose she once again become that irritating fifth year, Norah Topps. Snape grimaced as Norah gave him another kiss, and then left the room. Knowing that Tonks was the one behind those lips only slightly lessened the disgust he felt in being kissed by one of those little knuckleheads.

Tonks spent the afternoon wandering the halls, and even popped into the History of Magic with the golden Gryffindor Trio. She felt it rather hard to suppress a giggle at Professor Binn’s utterly unchanged lesson on early wizarding wars from Tonks’ own time at Hogwarts. Tonks could’ve sworn every move he made was precisely that he had made then, right down to the cough at the beginning of every fourth sentence. Of course he probably wouldn’t have even noticed if she were to fall to the ground in a fit of hysterics – he would have just gone on lecturing.

“So, you coming to dinner?” Hermione asked Tonks, as she stood to leave the Gryffindor common room.
“Course! I’m starved!” Tonks announced, jumping to her feet. “After all I missed lunch.”
Ron pulled a face at the satisfied e one on the witch’s lips.
“That is seriously disgusting! I don’t think I’m hungry anymore.”
“Oh, come on Ron, at least Snape’s being easier on us this year,” Hermione retorted. “You should be thankful.”
“Speak for yourself,” Harry grumbled.
Ron and Hermione exchange a look, both knowing that after Snape had discovered them in a rather compromising situation at the Black House he could have made their lives in Potions pure hell.
“I suppose,” Ron muttered reluctantly in agreement.

Tonks found sitting back at the Gryffindor table quite amusing. Though it had been years since she had last been here, nothing had really changed. The conversation quickly turned qutch,tch, and Tonks’ mind began to drift. Quidditch really wasn’t her thing. She glanced up at the staff table, and found that Snape had finally arrived. As he went to take his seat his eyes drifted around the room, first falling on the Slytherin table, a tiny smile curling at his lips, then to the Gryffindor table where his eyes met Tonks. She gave him a cheeky wink, which he pretended not to see as he pulled his chair in. A nasty thought came to Tonks’ mind. Picking up a sausage from the platter before her she slipped the meat between her lips, gently running her tongue over the surface. She note Snape stiffen, his eyes never leaving her face. Then, without warning, she took a sharp bite into the snarler, cutting off the end. Tonks saw Snape wince and couldn’t help but let out a giggle.
“That was disgusting!” Hermione whispered sharply to her.
Tonks grinned in return. She continued this play with her food, sucking slowly on a peach, allowing the juices to dribble down her chin, and then taking her time to agonisingly slowly lick the juices from her fingers. She noted with amusement that Snape barely touched his meal, and that Dumbledore was watching him with a hint of laughter in those twinkling eyes.
Hoots of laughter erupted from the top end of the Slytherin table, which, from where Tonks was sitting at the end of the Gryffindor table furthest from the Staff table, was right in her line of sight. She saw that the young Malfoy boy was giving her a sly look, whilst his friends, two obscenely large boys and a girl with the face of a pug, were slapping him on the back and nodding in her direction.
“Oops,” Tonks grimaced, looking back at Hermione. Luckily dinner seemed to have come to an end, and the rest of the students were standing up, preparing to return to their rooms.
‘You’d better get going!” Hermione whispered. “He’s coming this way!”
Tonks didn’t think she’d ever moved so fast in her life, leaping to her feet, and scooting out the door with grace that she’d never had before.

Finally feeling that she was safely out of the Malfoy boy’s sight, Tonks slowed down as she reached the dungeons, planning to wait around Snape’s rooms until he turned up. Pity I didn’t get the password, she thought to herself. Never mind, Malfoy’s probably forgotten about it already.
”Ah, so there you are.”
Or perhaps not.
“Look, I don’t know what you think I was doing at dinner, but it was not intended for you,” Tonks said as politely as she could. Backing her self up against the wall.
“Oh, don’t go playing coy with me, Norah, wasn’t it? I know you want me, and it’s your lucky day because I’m feeling rather bored with the Slytherin girls. Normally I wouldn’t stoop so low as a Gryffindor, but then again, you’re not really one, are you?”
Tonks panicked, thinking Malfoy had blown her cover. Then she realised that Norah Topps was not really a Gryffi, ju, just here for the day on exchange.
“No. But as I said, Malfoy, I’m not interested.”
“Malfoy?” he said with a sly grin. “Must be interested to be bothered finding out my name.”
He closed in on her, placing one hand against the stone wall by her head. Tonks went to reach for her wand, but Malfoy grasped her wrist tightly.
“Now, now, my dear, there shall be plenty of time for those sort of games later. Right now I think…
“Leave her alone, Malfoy!” Tonks glanced over the blond Slytherin’s shoulder, never before so relieved as to see Harry and Ron. Hermione came racing around the bend behind them, crashing into Harry who stumbled sending the three of them sprawling to the floor.
“Oh, if it isn’t Potty and the Weasel. Oh, and the Mudblood. Aren’t I privileged,” Malfoy drawled, a smirk on his lips as he raised an eyebrow at them as they tried to untangle themselves. The trio picked themselves up from the floor, glaring at Malfoy. As one they whipped out their wands, three spells hitting Malfoy at once. He reeled back, toppling to the floor as his legs became stiff as boards, greens boils sprouting on his face and his head ballooned to twice it’s normal inflated size.
“Expelliarmus!” Malfoy yelled, his wand pulled from his robes so fast Tonks hadn’t time to see it. Hermione, Harry and Ron flew backwards down the hallway, landing with a painful thunk at the bottom of the stairs, right at a particularly angry looking Snape’s feet.
“Get up!” he growled at the three Gryffindors, scowling ferociously at them. They scrambled to standing, not taking their eyes off Malfoy. Snape flicked his wand and Malfoy, whose boils disappeared, head shrunk back to size and apparently his legs found the power to stand again as he was lifted in the air and dropped just a little harder than necessary back to the floor.
“Now, I suppose you all have an explanation as to what this childish nonsense is in aid of?” Snape sneered, his eyes landing on Tonks. Tonks felt as though she were only three inches high. Man, is he pissed, she thought sheepishly.
“Uh…” she stuttered, unsure of what to say to calm him down.
“Malfoy was attacking her, Professor,” Hermione spoke up, her voice barely more than a squeak.
“I don’t believe I asked you, you silly girl. However, is this true, Mr Malfoy?” Snape glared at the young Slytherin.
“Course not, Professor. I was just asking Norah if she’d like to join me for a walk around the lake…”
“Like bloody Merlin you were!” Tonks gave the boy a foul look.
“20 points from each of you,” Snape snapped, glaring around the four students. Draco looked shocked, and went to open his mouth, but Snape cut him off before he had the chance. “Yes, that includes you, Malfoy. Now, get back to your rooms before I send you all to the Headmaster.” He turned to look at Tonks and her heart stopped. His eyes were narrowed, his jaw set in a firm line and she could swear she could hear him grinding his teeth. “As for you, I will see you in my office immediately.”

Tonks sat opposite Snape at his desk, feeling like a complete idiot. And he was so angry!
“Sev, I am so sorry,” she mumbled to her lap, not daring to look at him. She morphed back to her usual body, foregoing the pink hair in favour of her own brown locks hoping that would settle him down.
“What the bloody hell was that?” he yelled, slamming his fist on to the top of his desk to the point where it hurt.
“I..Malfoy…”
“Change. I will not talk to you while you are dressed like that. You will put on adult clothing and start acting like one!” His tone was sharp, sending a shudder down Tonks’ spine.
Tonks took out her wand and transfigured her uniform back to her usual attire. Then she dared to take a peek at him. Bad move. His eyes narrowed further and his fists curled into tighter balls.
“Sev, I am sorry. I didn’t…Malfoy thought that at dinner I was doing…making those gestures to him, and he followed me down here…”
“And you felt compelled to drag Granger, Potter and Weasley into this? You’re a bloody Auror! And you can’t handle a stupid little fifth year boy? You were silly enough to come here in the first place, but to cause this sort of a stir… Don’t you know how stupid that was? Don’t you know what will happen if this gets back to Umbridge?”
Tonks looked back at the floor. “I know. I just missed you.”
That got him. He let out a sigh, and sunk back in his chair.
“Still, Tonks, it was a stupid thing to do… And what do you think will happen when Slytherin hear I have taken points from Malfoy? I am already a laughing stock after your little antics in potions this morning.” He was no longer angry, just disappointed. Tonks’ heart sunk lower.
“I am so very, very sorry,” she said sincerely. “I guess I just got carried away…”
“I know that the students don’t respect me out of anythbut but fear, but I expected more from you, Nympra.”ra.”
Tonks felt as though she had just been slapped in the face, his words stinging right to her very soul.
“I do respect you, Severus. I love you.”
He looked at her with a dubious look. “Could have fooled me.”
Not knowing what else to do, Tonks got to her feet and slipped around the desk to stand in front of him. She bent down and placed a gentle kiss on his lips.
“I really did just want…need to see you.”
This seemed to be what he wanted to hear. Snape pulled her closer and placed a bruising, desperate kiss on her lips, demanding entry. She gave it to him, and sighed as he took possession of her mouth, thrusting his tongue desperately against her own. His hands wandered to her hips, about to pick her up to bring her to his lap when he stopped.
“Let’s move this to somewhere more fitting.”

Tonks barely had time to glance around Snape’s private chambers before he was upon her, lifting her from the floor and carrying her to the bed. He was anything but gentle as he pushed her to a lying position, but Tonks didnind,ind, just glad that she obviously hadn’t destroyed their relationship. He resumed the needy kiss from his office, the pressure of his body on hers driving her crazy with lust. She wriggled her hips trying to urge him on, let him know how badly she needed this. Snape was fully aware of what Tonks was after, but decided making her wait would be a fitting punishment for the predicaments she had placed him in that day. He rose from the bed, and wandered over to the leather armchair by the fireplace and sat down.
Tonks tilted her head back, watching him upside down over the edge of the bed.
“Sev?” she questioned, rolling over so she could look at him upright. He sat staring at the fire, seemingly oblivious to her presence.
“Severus?” Her voice cracked with concern as she got to her feet and crossed the room. “You forgive me, right?” She crept into his lap, placing a hand on either side of his face, forcing Snape to look at her.
He paused for a moment before saying “Yes, I forgive you. But that doesn’t mean re lre let off the hook, my dear. You owe me.”
Tonks w’ve ’ve have been worried by that, had she not caught the smirk tugging at the edges of his mouth. She grinned, and placed another steamy kiss on his lips. Her hands tangled in his hair, drawing him closer. Slowly she released him, her lips moving from his own to his neck, gently nipping at skin below his jaw before lathing it with her tongue. She was satisfied with the groan the sensations drew from Snape’s throat. She slid down his body, until she knelt before him on the floor. Tonks reached up, deftly undoing his pants, sliding them, and his shorts which caught up in them, to the floor so they pooled around his ankles, trapped by his boots. His erection sprung free, and Tonks’ mind became set in it’s plan. Giving him an evil grin, she reached forward to gently cup him as her mouth slid down over the very tip of his erection, her tongue tracing tiny circles over the sensitive flesh. Snape’s hands reached down to her chin, pulling her fhim,him, a tiny sigh escaping him.
“I didn’t mean you had to…” Snape spoke softly, his eyes now black pools of lust.
“Don’t you want me to?” Tonks asked in disbelief.
“I…do you want to?”
“Yes.”
She didn’t bother to wait for his reply. As she bent forward again, his hands slipped from her face, instead caught in her long hair. She started languidly, delighting in the soft moans resounding above her. Snape couldn’t believe how wonderful this felt – her mouth was so silky hot, and the things that girl could do with her tongue! A brief image of her taking a bite from that sausage at dinner flittered through his mind, but he shoved it aside, relaxing into the sensations. He watched on in awe as her head bobbed in his lap, her hair tickling the insides of his thighs adding to his pleasure. Gradually she increased her tempo, till Snape was beside himself. She felt him stiffen as orgasm breached. She slid her hand up the inside of his leg, and gave him a gentle yet firm squeeze. Snape lost control, spilling himself into her mouth with a groan that echoed throughout the chambers.
“So, how was that?” she grinned up at him, as she licked the last drop of him from her lips.
“Perfect,” he whispered breathlessly, looking down at her with a satisfied, half-lidded smile. “Though, you do realise that was only part payment?”
Tonks gave him a long look and let out a laugh. “You know, you really are a cunt.”
He gave her a wicked smile, pulling her to her feet. Snape got shakily to his feet, recovering his pants from his ankles, and led her back to his bed. He lowered her down, gently this time. Softly he kissed her lips, tag thg the salty tang of himself there. Snape’s hands wandered down her body, gently kneading each breast, making Tonks buck her hips against his own. Already he could feel his arousal returning. Gods, he thought, the things this girl does to me. He broke their kiss, so as to concentrate on undoing her shirt. Starting at the neck line, he placed scorching kissing down the skin as it was exposed, until finally he was able to push the material back, revealing the creamy skin of her breasts. Slipping down her body, he took one taught nipple into his mouth, sucking with enough pressure to elicit a guttural moan from Tonks. Leaning on one elbow for support, Snape used his free hand to take his wand from his robes, and cast a vanishing spell upon their clothes. Tonks gasped at the sudden feel of his heatkin kin against her own, and at his now prominent arousal pressing against her thigh. She hadn’t thought he would be able to again so quickly, and though she did have her mind set on him pleasuring her with that exquisite mouth, her need quickly shifted to having him inside her.
Snape continued to kiss his way down her body, sending little lighting waves through her skin.
“I want you!” Tonks gasped, grabbing at his hair, trying to pull him back up.
Snape looked up in surprise. “Sorry?”
“I want you in me! Please.” She was begging him now, so desperate for release.
Snape complied, moving back up her body, and settling himself between her legs.
“Sorry,” he said again, pausing at her entrance, the very tip of his arousal lingering inside her opening, “What was it you wanted?”
“You…in me…” she gasped. She tried to shift hip hips to slide him in, but he had tight hold of her hips rendering the movement was futile.
“Really now?” he drawled, his fingers drawing slow circles over the sensitive skin at her hips.
“YES!”
Snape plunged into her, no longer able to stop himself.
“Severus!” she gasped, sliding over the edge. Her insides clamped down around him, turning the delicious warmth into an almost overbearing heat. She shuddered around him, drawing him further in until he felt he would be happily lost in her depths for eternity. With great self-control Snape began to thrust into her, drawing out her orgasm. He lifted her legs, placing them over his shoulders. This new angle offered stimulation to many long neglected sensitive places inside Tonks, and the next orgasm hit her right on the end of the first, bringing stars to her eyes. Snape was relentless, determined to satisfy her for as long as possible – who knew how long this would have to last them. Bending himself over, he managed to grasp one nipple between his lips as he continued to pound into her.
“Oh, gods!” Tonks moaned, clutching desperately at his back. “Sev… I can’t take this much longer…please….”
Snape took a deep breath, now in desperate need of his own release. Just once more, Tonks, he thought needily. He moved a hand between them, his thumb finding the sensitive point of her clit, and gently rubbed at the wet nub, in complete contrast to the furious movements of his hips, as he felt his own release draw near.
“Severus!” she screamed as yet a third orgasm over came her, this one more powerful than the last two. Snape gasped as her inner walls clamped down on him, urging him to join her. With one more thrust he joined her, spilling himself inside those silky walls.

Both satisfyingly spent, they curled up in each other’s arms and drifted in to a well deserved, restful sleep.

Gx-Silver
Hm, I think next chapter will have some more nasty Sirius moments… Glad you liked the last chapter.

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