In The Dungeon Deep And Dark

Chapter 17


Monday lunchtime, Messrs. Fred and George Weasley were acting in a most peculiar manner. They were looking out the bay window at the front of the shop at something further up the Alley and muttering animatedly between themselves.

“What’s going on?” asked Verity, the gossipy shop assistant.

“Ssh, we’re busy.” Fred hissed.

“Busy doing what?” she asked.

Midday on a weekday the shop was usually quiet. Not many people on the Alley and usually not parents with kids as most of the wizarding children were at Hogwarts.

“Busy spying.” George replied, fiddling with a pair of Omnioculars.

“It’s not spying, it’s surveillance.” Said Fred.

“Same thing.” George countered.

“Gimme them.” Fred said, snatching the Omnioculars.

“So, who or what are you spying on?” Verity pressed, curiosity burning within her. She craned her neck in the window, following their line of vision. It seemed as though they were fascinated by the Apothecary. ‘Strange,’ she thought. ‘The most boring shop on the Alley.’

“Snape’s Apothecary.” The twins replied together.

“Snape owns the Apothecary now?” she asked. How had she managed to miss that development?

“Yeah. He bought it when he got fired from Hogwarts.” George said.

“FIRED?!” Verity gasped, amazed at this juicy gossip.

“Yeah, have you seen the young assistant who works there?” George asked.

“Yeah, quiet mousy sort, said hi a few times. Why?” Verity asked.

“Well, she just dropped out of her 7th year. She was in our Ron’s class, only 18. She’s actually Snape’s girlfriend.” George said bitterly.

“No way!” Verity gasped in shock and amusement. This story was just too good.

“Yes way. Snape got fired coz Dumbledore found out he was shagging her. She left too, to be with him. They live together and everything.” Fred added.

“Really? Weird, why would a timid little thing like her go for that scary minger? Hero status? I mean Merlin! He’s the nastiest teacher ever.” She wondered aloud.

“I dunno, but we’re trying to find out. We’re watching everything they get up to. No gossip yet, but soon. I can feel it.” Fred said. He wanted evidence before he began his teasing of the old bat.

“Urgh! Gross, she’s only 18 and he’s what? 40? And you want to see? That’s just sick.” Verity squealed, hiding her own morbid curiosity.

“My sentiments exactly.” George said morosely.

“Whoa! Newsflash; full-on daylight snogging!” Fred cheered.

“What? Where?” George asked, snatching the Omnioculars back.

He zoomed in on the romantic scene. Sure enough, Georgia was stood on tiptoes tenderly kissing her former professor. Her pale hands rested on his shoulders and his arms wrapped firmly around her small waist.

“Urgh. You’re right. Wait! Oh gods no! They’ve gone into the back room. They could be up to all sorts.” George complained.

“Let’s see. Nah, the sign still says ‘open’. They’d have shut the shop if they were up to rumpy-pumpy.” Fred teased.

Verity looked appalled. She had hated Snape so much that she’d dropped Potions after her OWLs. The thought of him getting it on with anyone, least of all a girl younger than her, just made her feel ill. That didn’t stop her enjoying the prospect of gabbing about it to her mates though.

“You can take your break now Verity if you want seeing as we’re quiet.” Fred suggested, leaving the window and going into the back room to put the kettle on. George stared wistfully out the window a bit longer before moving to join his twin.


Verity bounced off to lunch, buoyed by the light feeling in her heart that only a particularly sordid and exclusive piece of gossip could bring. She stopped at the busiest cafe in the alley where her friend Janice worked. She was guaranteed a full and rapt audience.

The girls in the cafe, and their nosy customers, were fascinated by the tale and couldn’t wait to tell the boys at Flourish and Blotts. By 3 o’clock, almost everyone who worked in Diagon Alley knew about Severus Snape and his shameful secret.

Severus wondered why people suddenly began giving him dark looks again. He thought that they had gotten over that when he had been praised publicly as a vital part of Voldemort’s downfall. He had even had his story published, along with that of the other war heroes, when he received his Order of Merlin. One elderly witch even stuck her head in the door, glared right at him, and spat the word ‘filthy’ before scooting off.

He sighed inwardly. Some people would never trust a former Death Eater, no matter what he had done to make amends. He felt the bitterness creep into his heart again. Everything he had done in the war and the ungrateful bastards who would be dead if not for him, who hadn’t lifted a finger to help destroy Voldemort, still looked down on him as though he were shit on their shoe. ‘Fuck the lot of them. So much for a fresh start!’

He tried not to let their opinions bother him. After all, he had never cared before. Instead he concentrated on helping Georgia prepare for NEWTs. Much of it was covered by going over the origins and uses of the various ingredients they stocked and having her help him make Potions for stock. Charms, DADA and Transfiguration they practiced at home, where the potential for havoc created by accidents was much smaller.

She seemed to be doing even better now, having one-on-one time with a tutor, than she did at Hogwarts and they were both confident about her NEWTs. She was just bottling and shelving a batch of a popular healing draught under Snape’s watchful eye when Fred Weasley came into the shop wearing a grin so broad it threatened to split his face.

“Good afternoon Mr Weasley, how can I help you?” she asked politely with her work smile. The one that was friendly and subservient; ingratiating to some of the more stuffy and arrogant wizards who frequented the shop.

“Nothing at all. I just came to congratulate you two and offer my welcome to the Alley, neighbours!” he said with a wink.

“What?” Severus asked sharply.

“It’s ok, we know all about you two lovebirds. I must say Sir, well done you old devil! You’ve gained my respect; hooking up with such a pretty young lady right under Dumbledore’s nose is no mean feat. We had you all wrong when we thought you were a vampire. Clearly you’re all man!” Fred teased.

Georgia paled and her jaw dropped. ‘How did they know?’ conversely Snape’s jaw clenched and a faint blush crept over his usual pallor. Fred beat a hasty retreat with a cheeky wave when he saw his former teacher’s hand twitch toward his wand pocket.


“I don’t believe it! How do they know? Who else knows?” Severus stormed.

“It’s ok Sev, I’m sure.” Georgia soothed, a little braver than she felt.

“So naive.” Snape sighed. “Depending on the details people have been told, they will either think I took advantage of you or that you are some sort of harlot. This could be very bad for business.”

Georgia felt her face burn. She felt apprehensive about what people might be saying about her. Did they think she was a common slut, offering herself to her teacher? Or did they paint her as the victim while Severus preyed on her like some kind of monster?

“Sev, let’s shut up early tonight. We need time to think about this.” She suggested. She really just wanted to go home and not think about this, but she knew Severus would sit up all evening torturing himself with possible repercussions. Severus had been pacing while his mind worked on how to deal with the scandal, but nodded his agreement and lead the way out of the shop.

Georgia waited close by his side, almost hanging off his arm, while he locked up. She needed to be close to him, to feel reassured by him. She wasn’t quite ready for people’s reactions yet. While they were on the street, a middle aged woman noticed them and looked from Georgia to Snape in disgust while her husband leered at Georgia and gave Snape a suggestive wink. Severus gave the couple a cold, superior glare and swept off down the side alley with Georgia close by.


Once inside the flat, Severus threw himself petulantly into his chair in temper.

“Must the whole world constantly know every intimate detail of my private life? Will I never get peace?” he fumed.

Georgia sat on the floor at his feet and laid her head and chest on his lap. Oddly this soothed him, stroking her long dark hair like a pet while she hugged and stroked his legs. She moved to kneel between his legs to get closer, and wrapped her arms around his waist.

“I love you Severus.” She whispered.

“I know. I love you too, I’m sorry.” He whispered back, putting his arms around her and returning the embrace.

Pressed close to him, on her knees between his legs, Georgia began to get a very naughty idea. She pushed him back to slouch in the chair and began to unbutton his coat and shirt. She stroked his torso firmly, appreciating the feel of his warm body beneath her hands and placed little kisses over his chest. This had the combined effect of being both soothing and erotic so he laid back and submitted to her tender ministrations.

She laid her head on his chest, nuzzling against him and continuing to kiss him all over while her hands surreptitiously undid his belt and trouser buttons. He was so distracted by her lips and tongue exploring his chest that he didn’t notice what she had done until she removed his semi erect member from his boxers. As soon as her soft hands caressed his sensitive flesh he hissed in pleasure. He couldn’t help his hips from bucking towards her invitingly. She leaned down and placed a little kiss on his tip.

“You relax Severus; you’ve had a trying day.” She said softly before leaning down and taking his head into her mouth and suckling gently.

Within moments he was rock hard and at his full, impressive length. Having been with Severus for some months now, she had learned what he enjoyed so while her mouth applied firm suction and her tongue swirled tantalisingly, her hands worked his shaft and caressed his scrotum. He groaned in satisfaction, all thought of ginger gossips and disapproving, hard-faced old cows gone.

Seeing Severus enjoy her attentions, and the feel of his cock in her mouth, made Georgia begin to feel hot and wet too. She let out a moan of her own and Snape’s eyes shot open, seeking hers. Seeing his desire and pleasure mirrored in hers was a huge turn-on and her moans vibrated wonderfully through his length. Greedily she sucked harder, taking more of him in. She felt like she couldn’t get enough of him, but it was too much for Severus and with a sharp thrust, he spilled into her mouth.

Unprepared, Georgia nearly choked on the warm, salty fluid that filled her mouth. Reflexively she swallowed rather than spit it out and she found that it wasn’t quite as repulsive as she had thought. Severus couldn’t believe it when she swallowed every drop of his issue. The fact that she had gotten aroused by giving him pleasure made him feel so good.

“Gods Georgia, that was... amazing.” He gasped. She beamed at his praise of her new skill. She was a true Hufflepuff, so eager to please.

“However, it seems unfair for me to have all the fun.” He said suggestively, tucking his flaccid member away and gesturing for her to sit on his knee.

“It’s ok, I like making you happy.” She replied shyly and snuggling into his still bare chest.

“You do make me very happy Georgia. Let me make you happy.” He purred, sliding a hand between her thighs and stroking her through her knickers which were exceedingly damp already.

“Did you enjoy taking me into your mouth Love?” he whispered huskily while slowly stroking her teasingly.

“Oh yes Severus!” she gasped.

His other hand parted her robe and undid her blouse so he could assault her breast with hard kisses, squeezing it roughly.

“Oh Sev, more please!” she panted.

He smirked up at her from his position between her breasts and slipped a finger under her pants.

“You want me inside you?” he asked.

“Oh yes, please Sev, make me come!” she said breathlessly.

With that he slid the finger into her slick channel, then another, pumping them into her slowly but firmly while his thumb pressed against her clit. She rocked her hips against him, increasing the friction, spreading her legs wantonly to encourage him to finger-fuck her.

“Faster Sev please, deeper!” she moaned desperately, feeling her climax building deep within her.

He curled a finger inside her to hit that most delicious spot and increased the pace. He rammed his hand against her pussy as fast and hard as he could, kissing and suckling her breasts till she came with a screech, bucking against him furiously and coating his hand in her juices.

She curled into his chest once again as her aftershocks subsided, resting her head on his shoulder and lightly kissing his neck tenderly.

“Better?” he asked smugly.

“Mmm, yeah. Let’s go take a nap and have dinner late tonight.” She suggested. Severus thought that was the best idea he’d heard in a long time.