Another Dark Star

Chapter 15- 7th year


After the kiss in his office and her tantalising display on the Quidditch stands, Snape had been plagued by dreams the likes of which he hadn’t had since he was a teenager. He woke sweaty and painfully unfulfilled each morning which led to a cold shower and a foul mood for the rest of the day.

His sleeping mind replayed her memory of her first time and placed him in the starring role, so vividly he could actually feel her. He ached for her touch in those moments between sleeping and waking so much and he hated himself for his weakness.
He cursed her for confessing that in her mind it had been him to take her virginity and cursed himself for the lack of fortitude that led to initiating the damned kiss in the first place. He didn’t trust himself to be alone with her and was tempted to send her a note cancelling their lessons but if there was one thing Severus Snape wasn’t it is a coward.

No, he would have to deal with this somehow. Just find a way to silence the little voice in his head that tempted him. Probably the same devil on his shoulder that drew him to the Dark Arts in the first place.

‘She’s eighteen now, she’s more than legal,’ it would say. ‘She kissed you first, she wants you; she said so.’

He hadn’t been truly afraid of anything since the Dark Lord fell but he felt more than a little trepidation as he waited for the little Lolita to turn up for her lesson that Wednesday evening.

“Good evening Professor.” She said, as normal as anything when she entered the office.

She sat on top of a desk at the front of his classroom waiting to hear the subject they were to cover that night. He had intended to explain himself and ensure it didn’t happen again but it was difficult while she was sat there looking up at him so expectantly, absent-mindedly chewing her dark rosy lips in such a seductive manner.

This year she had taken to wearing black eyeliner all round her eyes Egyptian style and it made them stand out beautifully. They were a darker green than Lily’s had been but they were still captivating because there was depth to them, highlighted with flecks of gold. She crossed her legs offering him a pleasing view of her milky white thighs. He cleared his throat and his mind and faced her with a stern expression.

“Miss Prewett, about last lesson...” he began but she jumped off the desk and cut him off by placing a finger on his lips.

“Please don’t say it was a mistake because we both know you wanted it. I wanted it too. I know we shouldn’t and I don’t want you to get into any trouble but I can’t stop thinking about you. You’re in my head all day and my dreams all night. If it weren’t for the lessons you give me I’d be failing because I can’t think straight when you’re not around.”

“It is infatuation Miss Prewett, nothing more. It will pass.” He said firmly, more to convince himself.

“No, I’ve had crushes and boyfriends. I’m not an innocent and you know it. I know the difference.”

“And what makes you think your feelings are reciprocated? I may have kissed you on purely physical attraction rather than any sentiment you seem to have imagined.” He replied affecting a cold and snide mien, which was hard as she was pushing him closer to the edge of reason.

“I know what I felt when you kissed me. It felt right and more than just lust. I know the difference between a loving kiss and a lustful one.” She challenged.

“You mean like this?” he asked, lunging down and kissing her forcefully, bruising her lips with his as he released all the pent-up frustration he had been feeling since their last kiss.

He backed her into the desk she had been sat on, pushing her into it. He expected her to pull away, realise her mistake. He had almost been hoping to scare her away but she responded with as much force as she could muster, parting her lips and allowing his tongue in and tangling her hands in his hair, almost pulling it out as she pulled him in closer, harder.

He lifted her up onto the desk and was surprised when she wrapped her legs around him, locking him into her embrace and gently rubbing her hips against his, trying to press her sensitive core against the hardening arousal she had become aware of. He had to gain control of himself and the situation before he did something stupid. He broke away and looked at her, her lips flushed and her clothing rumpled.

“I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?” he asked.

“A little.” She admitted.

“I apologise.” He said sheepishly, feeling guilty.

“Don’t, I liked it.” She grinned, licking her lips. “Maybe you could try again. You know you still have to show me a loving kiss.” she suggested.

He was in too deep now, all resolve long gone. He leaned down once again placing a hand lightly on her jaw and drawing her face to his, brushing her lips with his in a touch so soft it was barely there then excruciatingly slowly and softly he deepened the kiss, stroking her tongue with his like a healing touch.

She thought she might just die there in his arms as his hands flowed from her face, down her neck, over her shoulders and the swell of her breasts, in at the curve of her waist and over her hips as if her were trying to memorise the feel of her form. His hands came to rest on her backside, pulling her closer to him as her small hands roamed his back and chest. When he finally pulled away he noticed she had a glimmer of tears in her eyes.

“What is it?” he asked her, genuine concern in his face.

“That was perfect.” She whispered softly.

He smiled and the simple expression lit up his face, taking years off him. Her heart leapt; he was truly beautiful in that moment and she hoped to give him plenty of reasons to smile like that in the future.

“Now, perhaps we can get on with today’s lesson?” he asked, smirking, feeling very pleased with himself at eliciting such a reaction from her.

“Ok,” she said withdrawing her wand from her sleeve, “but first can I ask you something?”

“Go on.”

“What’s your first name?”

He looked at her for a moment before answering, “Severus.”

“Severus,” she repeated, savouring the feel of it on her tongue “It’s a lovely name. I like it.” She beamed.

His long dead heart gave a jolt to hear his name spoken by such a lovely witch in such a sensual, reverent manner, almost like a prayer. Where was this going to lead him?


A few days later, Sadira was in Potions class working on a highly volatile solution. It required boiling at a very high temperature and she had taken off her robes and jumper to cool down. She had even unbuttoned her blouse a little as she leaned over her work, sweat pouring down her face, sticking the few strands of hair that escaped her ponytail to her face.

She risked the odd glance to her professor and tingled all over when she saw the smouldering look he gave her as he noticed he could see her cleavage. They had only met once in private since their first kiss, and the new emotions they shared were still running high.

He was not the only one distracted so; the Head Boy, Anthony Keaton and his friends Andrew Taylor and Marc Daniels were whispering and staring. They laughed among themselves as she returned her attention to her work.

Suddenly, all eyes were on her as something landed in her cauldron, exploding and splattering her with her work. She screamed, instinctively wiping at her neck and chest in an attempt to get rid of the burning oily substance.

“What the hell did you do?” Snape roared at the group of Gryffindor boys who had been laughing. He was at Sadira’s side in a heartbeat.

“Sir, I’m sorry I...”Marc began but quailed under the stern professor’s furious glare.

“Miss Prewett, my office now. Mr Daniels, wait here. Class dismissed.” He snapped, following Sadira into his office and slamming the door.

He inspected the damage. The droplets had blistered the skin, but in rubbing at herself she had ruptured them, leaving raw angry looking wounds.

“Sadira.” he whispered sadly, before fetching a healing salve from one of the shelves.
Once again he was appreciative of her strength. Any other girl would be sobbing and wailing; most irritating and distracting.

“Unbutton your blouse and sit on the desk.” He told her.

When she was settled comfortably he surveyed the figure in front of him; her shirt now fully open displaying porcelain breasts encased in a lacy white bra, marred only by the weeping sores. He didn’t look at her face for fear of the emotion and desire he would find there, distracting him from the job he had to do. His hands shook almost imperceptibly as he reached out and smeared a blob of the salve onto her neck and collarbone. She started at the touch.

“I’m sorry, I should have warned you, this may sting,” he explained.

“No it’s fine, just cold.” She replied. The cold and shock had caused her nipples to harden and he found it hard to concentrate on the task in hand. He moved on to the welts on her chest and her legs parted slightly instinctively as she leaned her body towards him.

“Sir, about that...whoa!” Marc Daniels stood in the doorway in a state of shock.

He had got tired of waiting for his punishment and had come in to defend himself but was disgusted to find his teacher with his hands on the Head Girl’s breasts, her shirt wide open and her legs parted. He knew she was a teacher’s pet but this was going a bit far!

“Out Daniels!” Snape shouted, wiping his hands on a cloth as Sadira buttoned her blouse back up. Daniels bolted out of the dungeons before Snape had a chance to punish him.

“Oh fuck, the shit’s hit the fan now!” Sadira thought out loud.

“Oh fuck indeed!” Snape agreed, shocking her. She’d never heard him swear before but he looked livid now.

“You should go.” He told her.

“It’s ok; he might not tell anyone and if he does there’s a perfectly innocent explanation.” She told him, taking his hand to reassure him. He looked down at her and softened a little.

“True, but we shouldn’t encourage speculation. An innocent girl would report to Madam Pomfrey to explain what happened and have the damage checked over.” He told her. She went back into the classroom and put her jumper and robes back on but ran back to kiss him before collecting her bag.

“We’re both too good to let a stupid Gryffindor get the better of us!” she said, earning a smirk from him.

“Go on, get your bag and off to the Hospital Wing,” he said. She grabbed her satchel and went for the classroom door but found Professor McGonagall in the doorway.

“Miss Prewett, wait one moment I need to speak to you. Where is Professor Snape?” the stern witch asked.

“In his office. What do you need to see me about Miss?” Sadie asked as innocently as she could.

“I can’t say right now. Ah, Professor Snape. I need you and Miss Prewett to accompany me to the Headmaster’s office right away.” Minerva said as Snape exited his office.

“Is it necessary right now Minerva? I am quite busy.” He said in a put upon tone.

“I’m afraid so. A student has made a serious complaint concerning the two of you and the Headmaster needs to hear your side of things.” McGonagall said, narrowing her eyes at him suspiciously.

“Very well, I hope this will be quick. I have enough constraints on my time without students inventing new ways to annoy me.” He grumbled but followed the two witches to Dumbledore’s office.


McGonagall left them at the stairs and Snape knocked for them. He entered first, leaving Sadira to step in warily after him.

“Miss Prewett, Professor Snape. I’m sorry to have to call you both up here but this is a serious matter, I must take all complaints of this manner seriously.” Dumbledore said from behind his desk.

“Headmaster, what is this farce really about?” Snape asked.

“I’m afraid Mr Daniels has complained to Minerva that you were involved in inappropriate conduct with Miss Prewett here.” He explained. “Conduct of a sexual nature.” He clarified, a little embarrassed.

“WHAT? That is preposterous!” Snape spluttered.

It was a damned good job he was a good actor and Occlumens. They might just get through this.

“Mr Daniels is the one who should be in this office right now. He interfered with Miss Prewett’s potion, causing it to explode onto her skin. I sent her into my office and applied a healing salve to the damaged area as Ms Prewett could not see to apply it herself. I am not in the habit of keeping mirrors in my office and had I sent her all the way up to the Hospital wing the potion would have burned her skin so badly by the time she got there she would have been scarred for life.” He ranted, pacing in front of the desk with the momentum of his temper.

“I see Severus, Is this a true and accurate account of what happened Miss Prewett?” Dumbledore asked.

“Yes sir. I know why Marc’s being like this. He’s jealous that I do so well in Potions and he has a hard time keeping up to standard. I suppose he thinks the only way I could get such good marks is for... favours.” she said. “It’s not true though. I work hard Sir.”

Dumbledore regarded them for a moment. “Very well. I didn’t really believe the accusation but I have to investigate nonetheless. You are free to go; I will be speaking to Mr Daniels about proper classroom conduct and spreading rumours.”


Sadira and Snape left the Head’s office with a feeling of relief. They didn’t say a word to one another till they were out of the busier corridors and alone on the stairs leading to the dungeons.

“Disaster averted, eh?” Sadira said with a sigh.

“Yes, but we need to be more careful in future.” He replied.

“So you still want to see me, after all that?” she asked, surprised.

“Yes.” He replied simply.

“So, will I need to use that salve again or am I fine now?” she asked.

“Yes; once before bed and again in the morning if it still stings then.” He answered her.

“Would you be willing to apply it for me again Sir?” she asked seductively. He just smirked at her in a way that made her feel very warm in the cold belly of the castle

Their lessons continued, but with a slight change to the schedule. The first hour was still devoted to learning and was as difficult as ever, but after they allowed their passion for each other to take over, kissing and caressing each other, learning to please their partners with delicate touches and teasing nibbles.

In between long languid kisses and passionate clinches they talked, learning about each other. She talked about her ‘friends’ and family, and her home in Manchester. About summers spent with her Gryffindor cousins and how her mother chose to live as a Muggle, despite having married a wizard.

He told her a little about his life; his childhood in Yorkshire, his friendship with Lily and his time at Hogwarts as a student, skating over the more dark and difficult facts. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust her; in fact he knew she would understand. He just wasn’t comfortable talking about his worst choices and low points. She adored him and he hated the thought of admitting to her how vile her lover really was.

She was happy he had begun to open up to her. She now understood why he had been so sympathetic at the beginning of term; now she knew about his own abusive, alcoholic father. It was proof to her that he really did feel for her, knowing he trusted her with his deepest secrets; for though neither of them was any good at talking about their feelings, they each knew in their hearts they were falling in love.


Following the scalding incident, Snape decided to cover secrecy in their lessons. It would be useful in an Auror’s daily life but was also definitely needed immediately. He taught her how to put up various types of wards, and how to get through his and perfected her locking and silencing spells and Disillusionment charm.

He laid down ground rules for their unorthodox relationship from the start and absolute secrecy was imperative. Snape, who had always been prone to self-criticism, was in a state of confusion between self-loathing for consorting with his student and ecstasy at the touch of a young woman so eager to please.

What had begun as soft gentle kisses had escalated to violently passionate clinches like power struggles, each seeking to possess the other completely and rending fabric in their need to caress one another’s skin. He was glad at least that she wasn’t some innocent little girl. That would have felt too much like abuse of position.

He revelled in her feistier, stronger side. She loved his dominant nature, but she was more than capable of giving as good as she got sometimes. Yet he still wouldn’t let himself take her to his bed. He didn’t want to allow things to get that far while she was still in school. Yes she was a legal adult; an orphan who was responsible for herself and he knew she wasn’t a virgin. But he was still her teacher, and he felt going further than they already had truly would be betrayal.

She was making it difficult though. Every time she moaned with pleasure and each time she stroked his skin, her hands leaving a hot trail over his flesh as they descended, only to be halted by him, each time she ground her body against his in a silent plea to relieve her pressure all tore at his restraint.

He could tell the frustration was beginning to take its toll on her too, especially one Wednesday in his office again.

“Why won’t you let me touch you?” she asked angrily when he once again caught her hands reaching for his waistband.

“You are touching me.” he replied stubbornly.

“I mean there.” She said, cupping his erection through his trousers and a soft moan escaped his lips.

“I hardly believe that is appropriate behaviour for a girl your age, especially in a classroom.” He said stiffly. She laughed at his excuse.

“Look at us Severus.” She sighed.

True, it was a ridiculous thing to say. She was sat on his desk with her blouse wide open and her skirt pushed up as she wrapped her legs around him where he stood leaning over her with his coat off and his shirt unbuttoned.

“What do you want?” he asked irritably, annoyed that she had laughed at him.

“I want you to touch me here.” she said, placing his left hand under her bra to cup a breast.

“Here.” placing his right hand on the inside of her thigh.

“And here.” Moving it up to stroke her knickers, which were already soaking wet.

“Sadira.” he whispered huskily but he couldn’t deny the pleading look on her face. She was begging for him and that did wonders for his ego, and his libido. Who was he to deny her?

He kissed her deeply and rubbed his thumb over the nipple she had placed it on, making her moan deeply. He kissed a line down her neck over her collarbone and chest till his questing mouth found her soft breast, taking the nipple into his mouth and licking it lightly then sucking it harder. She arched her back and pressed her hips forward against his other hand.

He slipped his hand under the sodden fabric and stroked a finger between the soft wet folds, circling her clit with his thumb gently but firmly as he slipped a long thin finger inside her. She gasped with pleasure and spread her thighs wider in encouragement. She gripped the shoulder of his shirt for balance as she leaned forward and released his erection, gripping it firmly and it was his turn to gasp as she stroked the wet tip in circles, then began firmly moving her hand up and down with practiced strokes.

‘Fuck, she’s done this before!’ was the last coherent thought he could manage before concentrating his every thought and action on the writhing willing body before him; stroking, kissing, sucking, licking every available inch of silken flesh as she returned the favour. He thrust his fingers into her, matching her pace as she pumped him expertly, bringing each other closer to the heights of physical ecstasy. She came loudly, keening like a banshee as she bucked her hips sharply against his hand. If it weren’t for the powerful charms on the room, they would have heard her orgasm in the common room.

She forced herself to remain lucid enough to keep stroking his member firmly and he braced himself on the table, one hand either side of her as he released his climax all over her naked breasts with a grunt. It was the most erotic thing he had ever seen; his cream pouring over her body. They remained entangled like that for a few minutes in the brain-dead bliss of the recently sated, before cleaning themselves up with a couple of useful charms and righting their clothes. She looked up at him and they both began to feel a little embarrassed.

“Thank you Severus, I needed that.” She said, linking her fingers into his. He smiled lazily and kissed her.

“It was my pleasure.” He replied wryly.



This new physical side of their relationship gave him a lot to think about. Severus had to think long and hard about where he wanted this to go and whether it was worth risking his career and reputation for. Her reputation too, as in the Wizarding world the woman always came worse off in any scandal.

It was old-fashioned ways and beliefs like that which had caused Sadira’s mother to be packed off to her northern relatives and shunned by all to live like a Muggle for the crime of being a gym-slip mother. That was one injustice he was sure to protect her from. If they ever did sleep together, he would make sure she didn’t land in the same predicament her mother had. Nor would he have abandoned her if she had. He would stand by her; raise their child, although parenting was definitely something he wasn’t cut out for naturally.

‘Why was he suddenly thinking of having a child with her? She was not long out of her own childhood.’ This was not the track he had intended his train of thought to go. This witch was definitely something special.

He found himself thinking of her more and more, even if it were only something simple like ‘Sadira would never have made such a stupid mistake’ when a girl, usually Gryffindor, fouled up in class. He found himself insanely jealous of any boy who dared touch her or even speak to her in an overly friendly way, although he did notice she did nothing to encourage them and kept a polite distance as usual. How dare they make a move on his witch, his Sadira? Yes she was his now. He could admit to himself he loved her, even if he’d rather have his intestines removed by a raging Chimaera than admit it to anyone else, even her.

As for her, Sadira was happier than she had ever been. She could still feel his touch on her skin and she relived every moment in her head when she was alone. She loved him with all her heart, but she was scared to tell him, unsure how to even begin. They were already halfway through the winter term. This last year would fly by and what then? Would she still be able to come and see him once she had left? Would he still want her to? She felt a little foolish. Where was the tough, independent Sadie? Lost in the endlessly deep black eyes of her Potions Master! She was able to concentrate in class at least, now he had eased her frustration.

If only she didn’t have to patrol the school with that idiot Gryffindor at night, she could alter her path to converge with where she knew Severus would stalk the corridors. ‘Think of the fun she could have with him in some dark alcove somewhere’! Oh yes, that was a thought she would definitely have to come back to.