Killing Cupid

Chapter 10

A/N- Have been all ill this week, and had thought I could exploit time at home by writing in it, but instead have been alternately sleeping and vomiting…nice. Also, with absolutely classic timing have been dumped by bastard boyfriend, gah! Here be some humour hopefully, to help me get the story back on track! Oh yeah, previous chappie, I know the whole Severus clicking his fingers thing was probably impossible, lol, but you’ve got to admit it’s a bloody sexy image! Please review darlings, I need the reassurance that I’m doing ok…(tell me if I’m not!)
***Seva***

It was longer than our Potions Master cared to admit since anyone other than Albus Dumbledore had wished him a good morning, (More often than not with a appallingly cheery twinkle in his eye, for reasons Severus didn’t wish to begin contemplating.) and an even longer time since he had awoken entwined with another being, rather than just the knotted fabric of his bedclothes. On this particular February morning however, upon which a person who most certainly was not Dumbledore, and who’s limbs most certainly were tangled with his own bestowed upon him such a greeting, (on a morning which was indeed better than most) it seemed doubtful, to the speaker of said words, as to whether Severus was actually alive to receive them.

Hermione tried again, this time a little more forcefully than the purr she had considered appropriate to awaken ones…boyfriend…she sniggered a little as she tried, and failed, (brain clearly not up to speed yet) to find a more appropriately descriptive term for him. (Boyfriend! The last time she described someone as her ‘boyfriend’ she was still wearing dungarees, playing in the sandpit and seducing her fellow five year olds by lending them castle-shaped buckets.) There was no response. She tentatively poked him in the ribs, and was rewarded by a grunt, and slight movement. Still clearly asleep though.

‘Severus!’ She accompanied her words with another prod. Without warning the comatose body beside her burst into life, flinging himself bolt upright with a frenzied stream of expletives, ending in a strangled cry.

‘Shitfuckingbloodycunt…aaaargh!’ Before a slightly more speculative, ‘What the fuck is going on?’ Shakily he looked around, blinking groggily before realizing why he was bollock naked on his desk.

A delighted grin threatened to form, cring tng the corners of his mouth, as he realized that he had amazing sex, fallen in love and been very happy indeed (not necessarily in that order) rather than just having had his evening pumpkin juice spiked with something decidedly suspect and hallucinating the whole thing. (Which is not as unlikely as you may think. Whilst Severus was loathe to agree with Mad-Eye Moody he conceded that the hip flask was indeed a good idea when drinking in mixed company, especially when the cruel but often proficient at potions (excellently taught, obviously) youth of Hogwarts were around.)

Furthermore, she was still here! He couldn’t remember the last time a woman had wanted to stay in his presence longer than was strictly necessary, and he had distinct reservations as to whether one had ever looked at him in a manner which even he couldn’t avoid describing as adoration. Hermione, needless to say, was doing a sterling job at both.

‘Good morning, for the third time.’ Amusedly, Hermione kissed his smiling mouth, before wrapping a small hand around his semi-erect cock, stroking it to turgid rigidity.
Disguising no small amount of surprise, he managed a commendable degree of sarcasm.

‘You’ll be the death of me, woman, you’re bloody insatiable!’

Inwardly euphoric, Severus licked his lips in a consciously lecherous manner. His mood was such that he felt on the verge of awarding points to Gryffindor for the sudden sexual appetite of its star pupil, although he restrained himself, realizing Hermione may consider it in pretty poor taste. He honestly could not think of a better way to awaken than with the astoundingly unlikely minx that was Hermione Granger. (Who at that particular moment had her head in his lap and was enthusiastically running her tongue over his shaft, tasting it rapturously as if it was Honeydukes finest.)

It seemed, however, that Hermione could think of a much better pastime for the two of them, as with a determined glint in her eye she climbed astride her Professor, teasing, but not yet plunging herself onto his waiting length.

His tongue flicked at her lips, whilst his hands surreptitiously attempted to lift her onto his waiting cock, gripping her arse by way of leverage. She squirmed and giggled, enjoying playing with him in this way, but with every intention of allowing him to ravish her when she tired of tormenting him.

Meanwhile, Neville Longbottom stood nervously at the bottom of the stairs to the dungeons, mentally girding his loins before a possible encounter with their fearful inhabitant. However many times he tried to convince himself that being scared of Professor Snape at the age of 17 was ridiculous he still dreaded any visit to the Potions Master’s domain.

He was, as it happened, quite irritated that he had to be here at all. Was it really his problem if the overgrown bat chose not to show up at breakfast? Snape could disappear completely without there beino any cause for consternation as far as he was concerned.
‘Be a good lad and nip down, see if he’s alright.’ It was all very well for Professor McGonagall to say that, she didn’t live his life in fear of the man! He walked towards the Potions lab, hoping desperately that Snape was not within, and, with a trembling hand, gingerly applied his knuckles to the oaken door.

Both Severus and Hermione heard something, neither would deny, but it was only the keen ear of the ex-Death Eater that was able to discern that there was in fact someone knocking on the door. ‘Bugger off’ he swore, under his breath, and reapplied his lips to Hermione’s, kissing her so forcefully she was obliged to forget her concern at the unidentified noise.

Neville sighed, relieved. He mustn’t be there. However, it occurred to him that one of the surrounding doors, (those of which that weren’t the entrance to the lab) must lead the way to Snape’s private living quarters. As much as Neville had no desire to wake the greasy git, he thought a quick tap on the doors to his left and right would fulfil his duty to search for the missing Professor. As he turned, with some trepidation to the first oaken surface, a scrap of cream material on the floor caught his eye. He picked it up, and on closer inspection, discovered it to be a nightgown. Whilst he was, by his own admission, not the sharpest knife in the box, Neville was justifiably confused by the appearance of such a thing in this most unlikely of places. There was something strangely familiar about the thin article of clothing that Neville found somehow reassuring, and so, utterly perplexed as to why, kept hold of it.


The owner of the item, however, seemed relentless in toying with her master, wriggling in his grasp and rubbing against his throbbing erection, but never fully allowing him entry. Growing impatient he pulled her forward by the thighs, longing to bury himself inside her. This unexpected motion caused her to lose her balance, crashing inelegantly onto Severus as they both sprawled back onto the table.

Neville shuddered, his unease increased infinitely by what was undeniably a crash, emanating from within the Potions Lab. Mustering all the courage he could, he advanced forward, and knocked loudly on the door, calling, ‘Profr Snr Snape sir’ tremulously. Hearing movement, he continued, albeit unsurely, ‘Professor McGonagall wondered where you were, sir, and she sent me to come and…erm…to find you. She says Dumbledore wants to see you too sir…’

Both the occupants of the desk recognized the voice, and the possible implications of Dumbledore’s seeking the AWOL potions Professor. Severus leapt off the table as if he’d been shot, a look of abject horror on his face whereas Hermione, in some manner of inexplicable automatic reaction dived under the desk, unsuccessfully trying to make herself invisible.

‘Shirt, shirt, where the fuck is my shirt?’ Severus mumbled, whilst shoving on his trousers at lightning speed, (narrowly avoiding a very unpleasant incident indeed involving a particularly hard appendage and the zipper.) As he hunted he called out, in what he hoped were his most terrifying tones, ‘Longbottom? I would have thought a matter of such apparent urgency would require a messenger with an IQ perhaps within double figures.’

After what seemed like hours he came upon his shirt, (in the discovery, rather than ejaculatory sense of the phrase) sweat soaked and minus the two buttons it possessed, but clothing none the less. His feet were rammed into the boots, and grabbing the prized black lab coat (which he believed to be something of a one-off) he mercifully kept hanging on the back of the door he flung it open, greeting Neville with a blood-chilling glare.
‘Yes, Longbottom? Did you want something? Other than the attributes, such as a brain, that you clearly lack?’

Neville, fighting an urge to flee, managed to stammer out his reply, that Professor McGonagall, upon spying an empty seat at breakfast wished to remind her fellow Professor that attendance for staff was compulsory, that all hell had broken loose among the Slytherins due to the lack of their Head of House to dismiss them afterwards, and that Dumbledore had also expressed a wish for his presence in the near future.

‘And I didn’t want to interrupt you sir, but I heard a noise, and so I thought…erm…well I thought you might not be alright. But you are so…’

Severus scowled.
‘So you thought you would waste my time further by bothering me some more? How very thoughtful of you, Longbottom, another astounding show of intellect I must say.’ Bloody hell, Severus hoped upon hope that his reply had not sounded as wooden to Neville as it had to his ears, but judging by the oik’s almost tearful expression it seemed that Snape-the-sarcastic-bastard was still on top form.

Neville gave a small squeak, and turned, as if to leave suddenly aware that he was clutching the random nightgown with sweaty palms as if it was a shield or similar. Mercifully though, it seemed that Snape had not seen fit to antagonize him on that front. Or so he had thought…With an uncharacteristic look of panic, (an expression that Neville, having never consid hid him capable of producing, mistook for insanity) he snatched the material from Neville’s sticky grasp, wildly hissing at him to get out. Genuinely scared for his life, Neville sprinted away, tripping over his robes in his haste to escape the maniacal Potions Master.

Severus slammed the door, sliding down its smooth surface to land, head in his hands, upon the cold stone floor.

A/N- So there we go! Poor Neville! More to the point though, poor Severus! But has Hermione been missed? What will Harry and Ron do? And how, in the name of arse, does it have anything to do with Valentines Day? Say tuned for the next installment of Killing Cupid! LOL!

And the thank you’s go to…

Nesscafe- Awww thank you so much sweetie, yay I made you proud! I am trying to work the rules of the challenge into it, I don’t mean to diso My My muse is taking me in some very odd and crazy directions…strange thing!

Jo- (even though you won’t read this until your return from snow-filled winter wonderland) Ahh, thank you darling, your reviews are music to my ears…and I knew exactly what you wanted? * Winks, before dancing aboutouslously, imagining self as goddess of sex scenes* Well I have to admit being somewhat surprised, had always thought you were a nice girl! (But then nice girls don’t use the word fucked, do they now? And they certainly don’t have a libido at all, lol!) You don’t have to thank me for writing S&M, it’s not exactly a chore! Thank you so much for reading! XxXxX

Deb- Yes, I believe there is a fine line, *thinks* hmm…maybe I shall have to research it a bit more, lol! Thank you lots and lots for your lovely words yet again! Hope you enjoyed this chappie!

XxPhoenixX- *grins wildly* so if I carry on with smutty-ness I’m let off the weaknesses of plot? Woo! I could do a chapter in the future in a 1st person Severus POV? I was thinking about doing one for each of them? What do you think? As for you borrowing him…well he’s pretty ‘busy’ here with me…heheh *strokes imaginary Severus* however, I do a rather spiffy line in Sev-cloning, perhaps I could send you one over?

Deblovesdragon- Well I think that chappie answers your question, hehe! ;) Thank you so much my smut kitten! (Lol, I think that nickname is going to stick now!) Ahh…three of my favorite words in the same sentence…sweet…dominating…Severus…*drools on keyboard* of course, just about any words would be equal or superior when uttered by Severus himself…(or Alan Rickman for that matter, same difference!)

Thing1- I’m very glad you found it too! Yay! Thank you so much for being amused! (Although I’d hate to be the cause of a loss of beer!) And I hope you continue to enjoy!