One Hundred And One Ways To Brew Lust

12. Shall we dance?


Pansy Parkinson was feeling giddy with anticipation, tugging absent-mindedly at the black skullcap of her Pierrot costume. She couldn’t wait for Malfoy to get back so she could give him a progress report. Crabbe and Goyle were grinning malevolently under their masks, as they loitered by the drinks table.

“Ah! There he is,” she told them eagerly. The Harlequin was moving over towards her.

“Draco, darling, I’ve saved you some pink champagne. It’s going fast tonight!” she said with a glint in her eye.

Snape was feeling hot under the Harlequin costume. He patted the small bottles in his pocket, to check that they were . On. One of them contained the Polyjuice Potion he’d hastily brewed in his office with the help of a few hairs from Draco’s head. His throat was still burning from ingesting the Potion a little too quickly. Normally, Polyjuice Potion took weeks to prepare, but Snape was a Master of Potions, and there were many tricks he knew of which had never made their way into any of the conventional literature. Still, there had been no time for him to wait for it to cool to room temperature. A bit of champagne might help soothe his throat. He took Pansy’s champagne flute, and downed the glass’s contents, stopping to peer at the red, marble-shaped candy, which he’d only just noticed at the bottom.

“What is that?” he asked casually, though he assumed it was something the Wine Steward had used to colour the champagne pink.

“That, darling, is IT!” Pansy winked at him. “I pinched the box of candies from the Steward’s cellars just before the ball began and poured the Potion over them. Clever, don’t you think?” she was laughing under her mask. “I decided to change the plan slightly, hope you don’t mind Draco…” she said, gleefully. “Why, I thought to myself, should the Gryffindors be the only ones to enjoy the fun?”

And with that, she downed a glass of the stuff herself, handing two more flutes to Crabbe and Goyle. When she turned around, her darling Harlequin had disappeared. “Now, where has my big boy gone?”

Snape moved through the crowd, desperate to find Hermione before she drank any of the champagne. He thought furiously of what the repercussions would be if the Potion kicked in while she was dancing with Weasley. Or worse, with Potter! He walked faster. But as he looked around at a sea of masked dancers, the problem seemed insurmountable. She could be anywhere. He wished bitterly that he’d asked her what her costume would be…

“Think, damn you! Think!” he muttered to himself. Then, his eye fell upon an Indian girl wearing a purple costume. A rather revealing costume, Snape tutted to himself. Young people these days! As he approached her, he was sure it was one of the Patil sisters. But was it the Gryffindor?

“Oh, Padma! You’re not serious… Then what happened?” a girl dressed as a Flapper was asking as she listened to Padma Patil’s story.

Strike one, Snape thought to himself. He scanned the room for the other sister, but couldn’t find her. He had to take action.

Walking up behind Padma, he put his hands on her shoulders, whispering seductively into her ear, “Parvati, darling. You promised you’d save me a dance.”

Padma turned around, looking stunned. She was sure the Harlequin behind her reminded her of someone. Was that Draco Malfoy under there? Surely Parvati wouldn’t have agreed to dance with HIM. “Er, no. I’m Padma. My sister’s over by…” Padma scanned the room. “Oh! There she is! By the gondolas over there.”

Snape rushed over, praying that Hermione would be nearby. He arrived in time to hear Parvati saying to someone, “Yes, she and Ron should be back any minute now. They’ve been for a gondola ride.” She giggled. “Oh! Hermione, there you are.”

A woman dressed in the most beautiful gown Snape had ever seen was being helped out of a Gondola by a tall man dressed in some nancy-boy wig. He hung back to listen to what they were saying.

“Ron! Won’t you get me and Hermione a couple of those pink champagnes, they look sooooo lovely!”

“They are,” Ron answered and he kissed Hermione’s hand as he left to fetch them their drinks.

“So!” Parvati was saying to Hermione. “Spill! What happened on the boat ride?”

Snape felt a surge of anger as he saw a blush on Hermione’s cheeks. But he felt somewhat relieved to hear her say, “Nothing! Honestly, Parvati. Is that all you think about?” she huffed. Parvati looked hurt.

Now or never, Snape thought. He walked forward, bowing to Hermione, and said in his kindest voice (it still felt alarming to him to hear Malfoy’s voice coming out of his throat): “My Lady, might I have this dance?”

Hermione looked up and saw that it was the Harlequin who’d been escorted out by Snape earlier. She accepted immediately, hoping to find out more about their altercation.

As Snape swirled her around the dancefloor, he was struck once again by her beauty. Her bosom, pressed up against the tight bodice of her dress… her creamy skin, exposed in the candlelight of the room. As they danced, silver Pixie Dust started falling from the enchanted ceiling above, and Snape felt he could have spent the whole night in her arms. But already, he could see Weasley moving back towards them. He had to act quickly.

“Darling, it’s me, Severus,” he whispered urgently. “I need to speak with you urgently, you’re not safe here.”

Hermione looked up at him, stunned. “Wh… what? What have you done to your voice?”

“Step outside with me and I’ll explain everything.”

“Outside? But it’s freezing out there!” she exclaimed.

“Please! It won’t take long.”

She agreed reluctantly. Once they were out the door they found it was not as bad as all that. A few outdoor fires had been lit, and several groups of students were warming their hands and laughing merrily around them. Snape led her to the farthest fire, one that burned alone by the far castle wall.

“Alright, what’s going on? I’m still cross with you, so you’d better make this quick,” she said somewhat coldly. How dare he show up like this and interrupt her good time! Hermione felt righteous indignation was still the best way to go tonight. She was unsure of how to act around him, wishing desperately that she’d had time to seek out Dobby. But between their final morning classes, the Quidditch match, and preparations for the ball, there had been no time to hunt for answers. She felt somehow dishonest for keeping her suspicions from him, but a selfish part of her couldn’t face losing ‘her Snape.’ If indeed he still was hers.

“Hermione… Pansy Parkinson and Malfoy have spiked the pink champagne with Lust Potion. I just wanted to warn you so you’d stay well away from it.”

“What?” Hermione’s mind was racing. “I… I’ve already drunk a glass of it. Look, I…” She paused as the firelight lit his eyes, and what she saw was Malfoy’s steel grey eyes glaring down at her. “YOU! How dare you trick me like this, Malfoy!” She turned and started storming away from him.

Snape grabbed her arm and turned her back to him. “Hermione! It’s me, Severus. You must listen to me, dammit!”

“Fine. Then tell me something only Severus Snape would know about me,” she said, glaring back at him furiously.

This gave Snape pause for thought. What deep secret had Hermione ever revealed to him? For that matter, had he ever told her anything of great value? He didn’t know nearly enough about the woman he claimed to love. Only that…

“You liked it when I tickled your nose with a quill,” he stalked towards her. As he walked her towards the stone wall, he took her firmly by the shoulders and turned her around, reaching over to tug her bodice down a bit. Her nipples popped out over it, and he brushed them against the castle wall, “and I seem to recall you liked this too.”

She felt that tingling in her groin. What am I doing? She asked herself. I’m angry with him. He has no right to…. Ooooooh! That feels good. It must be that damned lust spell.

And Snape was feeling it too, for despite his contrition over the way he’d treated Hermione two days ago, he couldn’t seem to help himself. “Dissimulo!” he muttered with a wave of his wand. Out of nowhere, trees appeared all around them, blocking them from view. Hermione was panting as he continued to rub her breasts against the wall. Then he reached under her skirts, pulling down her undergarments. He spread her legs wide and kneeled. Pulling her lower body back a bit, so she was bent over leaning against the wall, he dove in to lick up and down her dripping lips.

“You taste delicious, as always,” Malfoy’s voice drifted up to her. She giggled, wondering if she’d ever be able to face the real Draco Malfoy again without associating this with him.

He stopped and rose, turning her around and planting a longing kiss on her lips. He sucked her tongue into his mouth avidly, reaching down to pull her legs up around his elbows. She was lifted off the ground as he entered her and pumped in and out of her. Her back was scraping against the wall, but somehow it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered to her except that he was moving in and out of her, and seemed to slam into the very centre of her being. It felt different. “That’s because he’s in Malfoy’s body,” she thought. Her rational brain felt she ought to be concerned about that, but the lust was stronger than anything. The friction of her body against his costume rubbed her clit up and down and she felt herself start to come. She muffled her cries into his shoulder and he bit back his yell as he followed her into orgasm.

The Lust Potion must have been potent indeed, for Snape was still rock hard, and Hermione was still overcome with intense desire. As he pulled out of her, she dropped down to her knees and eyed his erection. She’d never seen one up close like this before. She reached out to it, licking the tiny slit in its tip tentatively. It sprang up in a pulse, as though it had been jolted with electricity. She giggled and tried it again. She tasted it in small, cat-like licks, and would gladly have kept up her experimentation for a while. But Snape couldn’t wait. He pushed himselrtherther into her mouth, holding her head by the wig of her costume, and guiding her movements. In the haze of lust overpowering him, he sought quick release and came in powerful spurts into her mouth.

Hermione couldn’t believe what was happening. She felt ready to gag, and when she tasted his semen, it was a strange, bitter taste unlike anything she’d known. He pulled out, still sporting an angry red erection, and she spat out the contents of her mouth angrily.

She pulled her undergarments back up and turned away from him. “Luddite!” she bit out viciously, pulling her bodice back up so that it covered her nipples again. “Just leave me alone!” She ran back into the ballroom.

Snape tucked his erection painfully back into his pants, bewildered by the turn of events. Hadn’t she just been enjoying herself? His mind was fogging up with lustful thoughts. As he re-entered the ballroom, he noticed a distinctive change in the air. Couples were holding each other much closer, kissing openly on the dance floor. Many were huddled in corners, rubbing up against each other.

“Shameful!” Snape muttered, even as he cast a lascivious eye at a pretty redhead in a Victorian dress. “Why hasn’t the Headmaster put a stop to it?” he wondered to himself. His heart sank as he found the answer, having spotted Dumbledore gazing longingly into Minerva McGonagall’s eyes as he twirled her on the dance floor.

“Draco, darling! There you are! Where have you been?” Pansy grabbed him from behind. “Come, I know just what you’re looking for.”

She led him by the hand to the broom closet at the far end of the hall, near the kitchen entrance. She opened the door, dragging him in behind her, muttering “Lumos” as she held her wand in front of her. Snape barely had time to take in his surroundings before she had unbuttoned his pants, pulling out his erection and falling to her knees. She sucked him eagerly, and he felt powerless as he gave in to the impulses telling him to shove himself into this girl’s mouth and never stop. He focused his mind, and tried to get his rational brain to stop. It was like trying to resist the Imperius Curse. Slow going work, but eventually, he felt he had enough control over his higher senses to speak. At that same moment, a giggling girl flung open the closet door, about to tug her suitor in behind her.

“Oh! Excuse me…!” she said, startled. Pansy let her darling Draco’s dick fall out of her mouth, as she was struck dumb in her surprise. The intruders shut the door, and wild laughter was heard on the other side.

This was Snape’s moment. “Nox!” he uttered, and the light from Pansy’s wand went out. He tucked himself back into his pants, pulling Pansy to her feet. He grasped her firmly, whispering into her ear seductively, “Now, my little strumpet. We’re going to play a game. You’re going to count to ten, very slowly. And then I’ll do things to you that you’ve only dreamt of.” Pansy was panting in need by the end of this.

“One…. Two…” she called out shakily.

Snape beat a hasty, stealthy retreat.

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Ron was twirling Hermione around the dance floor, holding her much too close. But, her addled brain told her this felt nice. He was whispering sweet nothings in her ear. Pulling away from her for a moment, he ran his hand across her cheek.

“You look beautiful, Hermione.”

“Thank you, Ron. You look pretty dashing yourself.”

His hand ran down her neck, grazing the tops of her breasts. He frowned when he saw a few scratches there.

“What happened to you here?”

Looking down, remembering how she got the scratches, she blushed scarlet. “Oh! Well, it must have happened when I put on my corset. This dress is hard to get in and out of.”

“Maybe I could help you with that,” Ron replied, smiling wickedly. He pulled her closer to him, about to brush her lips with a kiss. He stopped abruptly as someone tapped him on the shoulder.

“Excuse me! I’m cutting in…” Some git in a Harley Quinn costume was trying to dance with Hermione, Ron thought grudgingly.

“Well, too bad, mate!” Ron bit out, “I was here first!”

Hermione felt vaguely offended by that. “I’m not some piece of ham in the butcher shop! I won’t be auctioned off or bargained for!”

“’Mione, that’s not what I meant!” Ron was turning pink. The Harlequin ignored them both and grasped Hermione by the waist, trying to get her arm around him so they could dance.

“Oi! Back off, mate! She said she didn’t want to dance with you!” Ron shoved Harlequin aside. Harlequin shoved back, and Hermione looked around in horror, realising that a small circle of curious onlookers had formed around them.

“That’s enough. Enough!” She scolded. “Honestly, I don’t know what to do with either of you!” She turned on her heel and stalked off, intending to go back to Gryffindor Tower and sleep off the effects of the Potion. Ron caught up with her just in front of the Fat Lady’s Portrait. She felt a tingle of desire flare through her as he grabbed her arm.

“Hermione, wait. Why don’t we have a game of wizard’s chess? Or a little nightcap?” He brought her close to him as he said this.

Nightcap… nightcap… that’s what Snape had offered her in his office so long ago. Hermione focused her mind, trying to shut out the blinding lust threatening to overpower her. She thought about how her friendship with Ron would be damaged irrevocably if she gave in to her impulses. She thought about what Snape would say.

“Er, Ron. Actually, I think I need some air. I’m going for a little walk… alone!” she added before he could finish his thought.

She hurried away, leaving Ron feeling frustrated. He headed back to the Great Hall, where he promptly bumped into Parvati, who eyed him with interest.

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Hermione wandered out of the castle toward the Lake. There were no fires burning here, and she started to shiver in the cold December air. Coming out without a shawl had been an idiotic move, but she hadn’t trusted herself to be alone in the Gryffindor Common Room with Ron. The Giant Squid was nowhere in sight, and she gazed longingly out over the lake, admiring the nearly perfect reflection of the moon shining out at her. Out of nowhere, she felt a jacket being put over her shoulders.

“I’m so sorry about my behaviour earlier, darling.” Malfoy’s confident voice whispered to her from behind. Snape had put his diamond patterned velvet jacket over her shoulders, leaving him in a tight-fitting shirt. She turned around, admiring the hard lines of his chest as she reached out, allowing her hands to flutter over his rippling stomach muscles…

What am I doing, she chided herself. This is Malfoy’s body I’m groping!

She looked up, confused and upset.

“Darling, will you let me make it up to you? Let’s get away from the lake. There’s a special place I want to show you…”

He led her by the hand towards the Forbidden Forest.

A hundred yards behind, Pansy followed close, fuming. “Bastard!” she muttered to herself. “So he thought he’d get a little extra action with some whore…” She smiled wickedly, fully intending to catch them in a compromising position. “Draco, my darling boy. You have no idea who you’re dealing with, do you?”


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Ron thought Parvati wassibssibly the most beautiful girl in Hogwarts, as he twirled her around the dance floor. She leaned in to plant a yearning kiss on his lips.


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Author\'s note: Three cheers for Snape\'s Witch! She wins 10 points for Slytherin for guessing correctly what the scissors were for... Please keep the reviews coming! They feed the hungry beast. :) love, Luna


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