If the Crime Fits the Punishment

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Chapter Seventeen: A Peculiar Feeling
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Kendra had never been to the school\'s kitchens before. She knew that it was run by a staff of House Elves, who kept everything clean and prepared all the meals. She\'d just never seen it before. The kitchens were huge, with more House Elves than she could count. The lot of them looked up as Severus lead her into the cavernous room, and all motion came to a stand still. The Elves stood in place and stared, uncertain as to how they were supposed to behave. It was obvious to her that the Potions Master had never before graced the kitchens with his presence. Dobby stepped forward hesitantly. \'Is there some thing Dobby can do for you, Professor?\' he asked.

\'Yes, Dobby. Kendra is in need of some thing to eat. I would be grateful if you could find her a morsel or two of food,\' Snape replied in, what was for him, a congenial tone. The entire staff of Elves stared at him for a few heartbeats in silence, in complete shock.

\'Would Professor like something to eat, as well?\' Dobby sqeaked nervously.

\'No, thank you, Dobby. I\'ve already eaten. Please just see to Kendra,\' he replied. Dobby nodded, a look of wonder on his face. Several of the Elves escorted her to a table, helping her into a chair. A plate was brought to her in short order. On it\'s surface lay a sandwich of cold cut meats, cheeses, and some lettuce on a pair of white bread slices. A mixture of fresh fruits nestled on the other half of the plate, sharing its side with fresh cottage cheese. A glass of ice cold milk was set before her, and several of the Elves crowded around her, asking if she needed anything else.

Severus watched the Elves interact with her, how they were at ease around her. Hell, he was at ease around her. That was a feat of epic proportions. Several of them stopped their work altogether for minutes at a time, just so they could watch her eat the simple fare they had produced for her. When provided the opportunity, he motioned Dobby over and asked the Elf to do him a favor by making sure Kendra ate at least three meals a day, and snacks in between if she needed them. He even told the Elf he could visit Kendra in his quarters when he liked. The smile on the Elf\'s face was enough to let him know he\'d done the right thing.

Soon, Kendra stood from the chair and moved toward Severus where he stood. He was propped against a wall, arms crossed over his chest as he watched her. She gave him a smile, then turned to thank the Elves for their kindness and to tell them how good she found the food they\'d served her. The Elves were left with stunned faces as she walked off, hand in hand with a man they knew was one of the biggest bastards they\'d ever met.

Once reaching the dungeons, after passing several students in the long corridors, he announced that she should take herself off to bed immediately. When she opened her mouth to protest, he started citing the books he\'d memorized. She needed to get as much rest as she could, to help preserve her energy and keep her health up to snuff. She tossed a few choice foul names at him before disappearing into the bedroom. When he joined her some time later, having corrected lessons from that day and planned them for the next, she was curled up on her side of the bed, fast asleep.

The next morning, he was awoken by the sound of Kendra losing her dinner to his toilet. He slipped from the bed and joined her in the bathroom to help her back to bed when she was finished. He poured her a glass of water she could rinse her mouth with, then provided a dampened wash cloth. She gave him a weak smile and allowed him to carry her back to the bed. \'Stay here and rest today. If you need anything, you need only call out Dobby\'s name. He\'s agreed to keep an eye on you for me while I\'ve got class.\'

\'Must I stay here all day? I get bored cooped up in here. I could go outside and sit by the lake or take a spin around the Quidditch pitch. I\'ve not been on a broom since I graduated,\' she turned pleading eyes on him while he tucked the blankets around her knees. His eyes sought hers, and she could see the anger simmering in them. His mouth tightened as he controlled the urge to scowl at her.

\'And you\'ll not be on one again until after the baby is born. I\'ll not have you risking your life, all because you\'ve gotten bored and took out a broom. What would happen if you slipped off? You\'d bloody kill yourself, and that would really chap my arse!\' he growled at her.

\' I\'m perfectly capable of handling a broom. I was one of the best in class. If I hadn\'t been such a wall flower, I\'d have tried out for the team!\' she snapped back, tired already of his condescending manner. If he was going to be this snippy through out the entire pregnancy, maybe she should consider moving home to her mother. His glare intensified, and she heaved a sigh of the long suffering. \'Alright! I\'ll not be getting on a broom for some time. But can I at least go to the library or something?\'

\' I\'d rather you weren\'t out wandering the halls,\' he told her, levelling his dark gaze on her.

\'And why the bloody hell not? Are you ashamed of me or something?\' she spat in his face.

\'I should think you would be the one ashamed of me, nasty old git that I am,\' he replied with his crooked smile. He sighed and shook his head. \'No, brat. I\'m not ashamed of you. I\'m concerned with what kind of snide remarks will be made about you by the students, should they find out who you are and why you\'re staying in my private chambers. They already say plenty of vile things about me behind my back. I don\'t want them to add you to their list.\'

\' I think I can bloody well hold my own!\' she glared at him. \' After all, I am sleeping with you!\' He had to wonder if he\'d offended her, because the way she\'d said the last statement, she made it sound like she was suffering penance for some sin. Or that she was taking pity on him. He scowled full on this time. She grinned at him smugly.

\'Yes, I think I see your point,\' he remarked dryly. \'Allow me to think it over, please? A few days, then I will give you a decision.\' She cocked her head to the side as she thought, then finally nodded and leaned forward to give him a chaste kiss, telling him to hurry or he\'d be late for the morning meal.

Before breakfast was over, though, he was of a mind to believe that he should have been late to the Great Hall. The students were all seated when he entered, with only one chair at the staff\'s table remaining empty. It was Hagrid\'s. He had just started on his eggs when Hagrid came up the aisle, a pair of dainty women\'s slippers in his huge hands. Every student\'s eye followed the half giant\'s progress, heads turning to speak with one another. Severus noticed a few pairs of eyes straying to his spot at the table, and he struggled to keep his face blank. \'What have you there, Hagrid?\' Dumbldore asked as the other man took his seat at the table.

\'Looks like a pair o\' women\'s shoes, Professor. Found \'em out on the pitch this morning,\' Hagrid replied, holding them up where every one could see them. Severus held back his groan. They were Kendra\'s shoes, and he could recall her saying something about them last night as he dragged her from the pitch to the castle for food.

The whispers in the hall continued, grew louder. Out of the corner of his eye, Snape saw several of the students nodding in his direction, then toward the shoes. He was suddenly put off his meal. He was glad when the morning meal concluded, until he walked past the students in the halls. The whispers followed him. Several of the incorrigible little buggers watched him stalk past with odd expressions on their faces. He got a reprieve from the whispers, if not the stares, once his class began.

After the noon meal, he was unfortunate enough to overhear a conversation between two boys in Ravenclaw. \'Peter swears he saw Snape chasing after a girl! A girl!\'... \'What\'s the greasy old git doing with a girl?\'... \'Better question, what\'s a girl doing with the greasy old git? Specially since Peter says she a knock out.\'...\'Snape with a beauty? Has the world gone mad?\'

\'No, Foster and Meddle, the world\'s not gone mad. But you\'re going to be after I deduct ten points from each of you and give you both detentions with me,\' he sneered at them and stalked past, heading back to the Potions Lab for the afternoon classes.

By the time he slammed the door to his private chambers behind him that evening, he was in a fine temper. Every where he\'d gone during the day, he\'d heard the whispers and laughs as the students had speculated over the entire shoe situation. Kendra looked up from the tiny piece of cloth in her hands to see what had crawled up his arse and died. \'Problems, Severus?\' she asked and stood up, going over to him to kiss his cheek. He managed a pained smile, then crossed the room to stand near the fire place.

\'Somebody bloody saw us last night!\' he spat angrily. \'It\'s been all over the school that I\'ve been seen with a girl. The most asked question is how did the greasy old git manage to find himself a beauty of a girl and get her to willingly stay? Some ignoramus actually suggested that I had bespelled you! Can you imagine the bloody nerve?\'

When he looked at her, she was stifling laughter, her hands pressed over her mouth while her breasts jiggled from her mirth. He returned to where she stood and glared down at her. It only served to increase her merriment. \'And just what do you find so amusing?\' he questioned, his voice low.

\' I\'m sorry. I truly am. But you had to know you couldn\'t keep me secret down here forever, didn\'t you? You know how secrets spread in this place,\' she put her hands on his arms, struggling to get her composure back. \'But there is something we can do about it.\'

\'And what would that be? I don\'t think the Ministry would accept any excuse I could manage to explain the mass murder of the entire student body. Certainly not that I was being made fun of,\' he snorted.

\'We\'ll just have to show them that I\'m not under any spell that you physically cast over me,\' she grinned at him, her body now leaning against his. She could see interest in his eyes, and if he went along with it, she might have to give herself to him in reward. Not that it was any great hardship for her. And not like she didn\'t want to anyway. She smiled and slipped her arms around his neck.

\'And just how do you propose we do that?\' he put his hands on her waist.

\'Let them see us together. I\'m quite certain the older students should be able to tell if I were bespelled or not. And if they truly need convincing, I\'m quite certain I can pick a fight for your benefit. A slave would never willingly start a fight with her master. And definitely not if she were under the influence of a spell or charm,\' she grinned at him.

He stared at her for a few moments, his brows drawn down in concentration. Then a fairly sinister grin spread his lips. \'You are an evil woman,\' he told her. She nodded and kissed him.

\'And you wouldn\'t have me any other way,\' she whispered seductively.

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The noise in the Great Hall came to a dead silence in a second. The staff looked down the aisle to where Severus was coming up the aisle, Kendra following after him. The students were gaping at the two of them, not quite willing to believe what their eyes said they were seeing. As the two of them approached the staff\'s table, Kendra heard a gasp and looked to her right. Ginny Weasley was sitting at the Gryffindor table, and she was looking at Kendra with recognition. And disbelief.

An extra chair was brought out for Kendra to sit in, between Severus and Madam Hooch. The teachers greeted her pleasantly, and then the food was appearing on the platters before them. He politely offered her different breakfast items, but morning sickness was still plaguing her, so she finally decided on some juice and dry toast. When there was a lull in the head table\'s conversation, she leaned forward and looked to Hagrid. Every eye in the room was on her. \' I\'m told you found my shoes yesterday morning, Hagrid?\' she enquired with a smile.

\'Yup, I did,\' he nodded, looking as if her were a touch uncomfortable. She could see the blush on his cheeks, even through his shaggy beard.

\' I must thank you for that. I asked Severus to stop so I could retrieve them but he was in such a hurry to get back to the castle,\' she conveniently left off the fact that he was dragging her to the kitchens to eat. The way she made it sound, the two of the had been in a rush to get back to his bed. Which was perfectly fine by him. \' Not that I was complaining. I only hated to leave my shoes there. He\'s so easily excited, and I just can\'t find it in my heart to say no.\'

The very distinctive sound of choking reached her ears from her right, and she turned to face him. He was just setting his napkin down, his face tinted red. She gave him her mischievous smile and turned her attention back to her toast. The whispering had started up again, so she scanned the crowded House tables to see what kind of expressions the students were wearing. Most seemed genuinely amazed that she was sitting there calmly and the other Professors were doing nothing to help her get away from him. ~Good, let them stew on that for a bit.~ her brain smiled with her. When she had finished her dry toast and juice, she stood and excused herself.

\' I think I\'m going to go stroll about the pitch. I\'ve forgotten what it looks like in the daylight,\' she told Severus, answering the silent question in his eyes. He scowled, and she gave him a reassuring smile. \'Relax, big boy,\' she whispered to him, putting her face next to his for the benefit of the assembled audience. \' I\'ll keep my promise. I\'m just walking.\' Then she slipped away from the Staff\'s table and walked back up between the House tables, feeling every set of eyes follow her progress until she stepped through the doors.

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Her trip to the breakfast table seemed to have worked, because Severus returned to their private chambers in what one could almost call a chipper mood. She got out to the library and strolled the grounds during the day, helping alleviate her boredom and fill the hours he was teaching. The days were passing rather quickly. As they progressed, her morning sickness was lessening, but she was becoming subject to the oddest cravings. One evening, she had awoken him as she slipped from the bed. When asked, she had told him she wanted whipped cream and pickles. He had made a face and told her point blank she\'d lost everyone of her marbles.

Every time he found her with some new concoction, he would make faces, tell her that he couldn\'t understand why she wanted these strange foods. She told him it had to do with the child growing in her womb, but he always gave her a look as if he didn\'t believe her. His teasing was getting merciless, and she finally reached her breaking point. When she knew that Minerva was without a class, she made her way through the winding corridors to find the Transfiguration classroom. She looked through the door to see the Professor sitting at her desk. \'Professor McGonagall?\' she asked tenatively.

\'Kendra! Come in, please. What can I do for you today?\' she waved her in with her hand. Kendra moved up the aisle between the tables and stopped before the older woman\'s desk.

\'I need a favor. I\'ve been having some rather....... unusual cravings lately. And Severus.....well, he\'s being a right pain in the arse about it all. He doesn\'t seem to understand the problem. Not that I do, either. But I was wondering if you can help me make him understand,\' she said, hoping McGonagall wouldn\'t laugh her out of the room.

\' I see. He\'s being a bastard about it all. Well, I do believe I can help you. There\'s a book of spells in the library that has just what you\'re looking for. It\'s called Probable Spells for Improbable Situations. Let me write a note to Madam Pince, as it\'s in the restricted section. I would recommend copying it so you can study it before performing it. I think it should teach him not to make fun of something you have no control over.\'

\'Thank you,\' Kendra sighed as Minerva wrote the note on a blank sheet of parchment. McGonagall smiled as she handed it over, watching the young girl walk away. Severus would have Minerva\'s head for this, but she was of a mind not to care.

Madam Pince looked over the note before nodding and letting Kendra into the Restricted Section. On her way to the locked gate, Kendra spied Ginny doing some work and borrowed quill, ink and parchment. The book was easy to find, and the spell even easier. Called the Umbilucus Reversal Spell, it told her exaclty what she would need to do to cast it. Kendra smiled as she realized that she would have to cast it under her breath, in bed, at the point of his climax. The things she would do to him.

When she had finished up in the Restricted Section, she returned her borrowed supplies to Ginny. By the look in the other girl\'s eyes, she could see Ginny had a question to ask. \'Go ahead, Ginny. Ask me what ever it is you need to know.\'

\'Why?\' Ginny\'s voice was barely above a whisper. \'Why Snape? You could have any man you wanted. Why Snape?\'

\'Because, ducky, he\'s bloody amazing in bed. Just bloody marvelous,\' she replied and sauntered off, leaving the table the girls were sitting at in awe, wonder, and no small amount of disgust.

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Severus stormed into the living area of their private chambers and presented her with one of his best scowls. Kendra sighed and waited, assured that he would explode sooner or later. It took several minutes before he finally spoke. \' What the bloody hell possessed you to tell Ginny Weasley and her table of Gyffindor gits that I was...... bloody amazing in bed?\' he demanded in a low, lethal voice.

\'Because she asked why I was with you. I merely told her a truth she could process. None of them would, as yet, believe me if I told them I loved you,\' she shrugged. She was sitting on the couch, her arms crossed and resting on the arm. Her chin rested on her arms. \'Besides, you are bloody amazing in bed. I\'ve always been curious as to where you picked that up. Did someone teach you, or is it just natural talent?\' she asked, getting up off the couch.

He opened his mouth to make a snide retort, but it never made it past his lips. She was wearing one of his robes. And nothing else. It was open down the front, exposing the creamy swell of her breasts, her now slightly pouting belly, and the thatch of red hair tangled between her thighs. Despite his anger at her actions, his cock immediately sprang to life. ~Don\'t say a word, you prat! Nothing, Just take your clothes off and take her here and now!~ his brain instructed. He decided taking a chunk out of her bottom could wait until after he\'d had her a few times.

\'Robe! Off! Now!\' he ordered curtly. She smiled at him, slipping her hands under the lapels and pushing the loose garment off her shoulders. It slithered to the floor and lay in a heap at her feet. She stood in silence, watching him as he worked at shucking all his clothes. It took him less time that she would have thought, given all the layers. When he was completely naked, he stalked to his leather couch and sat. She moved toward him, putting her hands in his.

He pulled her in to his lap, his mouth going for her lips first. The kiss was long and hard, his tongue thrusting in and out of her mouth as a prelude of what was to come. Her breasts were crushed against his chest, her nipples hardening and poking his flesh. One hand held her by the back of the head. The other went to the swelling lips between her legs. She was already wet for him, and two fingers slipped into her hot channel easily. Her hips arched into his hand as he fucked her with the two digits.

Her ass rested against his hard cock. He had somehow managed to slip it between her cheeks. His hips rocked, sliding the length of it along the seam. She groaned into his mouth and dragged her head away. \'No teasing. I want you inside of me now!\' her voice was hoarse with desire. He nodded curtly and watched as she moved to straddle him. Before she could lower herself onto his erection, his hands stopped her. She whimpered and looked at him in need. \'Turn. Put your back to me,\' he instucted. She nodded and did as he\'d told her.

Her back to him, he placed his hands back on her hips and lowered her down. Her hand curled around his cock and guided it into her dripping pussy. She sank down onto him slowly, relishing the way he stretched and filled her. She dropped her hands to his knees, bending forward slightly, balancing her weight on them. \'Now move. Slowly,\' he commanded. She nodded and shifted her hips.

She rode him slow, using her knees to lift herself, sliding his cock in and out of her clenching pussy. The entire time, even with desire spiralling out of control in her body, she kept the spell on her tongue. He leaned forward, his mouth closing over her shoulder in the exact spot Lucius Malfoy\'s mouth had once marked her. His teeth bore down and she groaned, circling her hips in reward. He grunted, his hips jerking, sending his cock deeper.

His hands came around, reaching up to cup both breasts. His fingers captured her nipples, pinching them until they ached. She gasped, increasing the speed of her thrusts. His hips were now actively participating, thrusting his cock up into her in a sharp, jabbing motion. The head hit her core, bringing a keening moan to her lips. \'Harder,\' she begged, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He complied, his hands moving to her hips to pull her down on his forward stroke. Her muscles were tightening. She was ready to orgasm.

He waited for his cock to swell and jerk within her before he put a hand between her legs, his finger finding her clit. He shoved the tip of his finger into the little nubbin, bringing louder moans to her throat and harder thrusts from her own hips. He clenched his teeth on a groan, concentrating his efforts on bringing them both to release. As the first jet of his seed left him, his finger tapped her clit hard. She practically screamed as her body convulsed around his.

Kendra began chanting low under her breath, feeling his release still pouring into her. The words fell easily from her lips in a guarded whisper, even while her body was spiralling wildly out of control. When his erection had stopped jerking, was starting to go limp, he lifted her from him and cradled her next to him. She was limp and sweaty, the exercise and spell having drained her energy. His mouth pressed hers in a gentle thank you. She managed a faint smile.

\'See, I told you. Bloody amazing, bloody marvelous,\' she panted.

\' In answer to your question, brat. It\'s natural talent,\' he chuckled, then stood up. \'Now, a bath and bed for you. You\'re looking positively wiped out.\' She didn\'t argue, allowed him to carry her to the bathroom. He ran water in the old tub, big enough for the two of them, stealing kisses from her succulent lips while he ran the water and prepared towels and the like.

When all was ready, he slipped her into the tub, staying to bathe her. He washed her sweaty flesh, shampooed and conditioned her unruly hair. She relaxed under his capable hands, closing her eyes. By the time he had finished, she was fast asleep. He removed her from the bath, dried her, then carried her into the bedroom and lay her in the bed. Then he set about cleaning up and working on the papers he needed to grade.

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Potions class was going rather well. So far, no one had melted their cauldron or blown something up. The room was silent as the students worked on a paper he\'d assigned. Severus was sitting at his desk, his eyes scanning the room for any sign of mischief. There was none. His mind shifted to earlier. He\'d left Kendra asleep in their bed ths morning, still dozing and looking terribly content. Bloody amazing, indeed!

He sighed and picked up a book to look over when a strange feeling hit him. His face must have shown something, because one of the Slytherins on the front row asked loudly, \' Is everything alright, Professor?\'

\'Yes!\' he snapped. \'Now go back to work before I deduct points for disturbing the class!\' he ordered and schooled his face into his normal scowl, not hard considering he suddenly felt hungry. For rare roast beef covered in strawberry preserves. What the bloody hell was that all about? Who in their right mind would put those two foods together? As he pondered it, the craving grew stronger. He stifled the groan that rose to his lips, but his scowl deepened.

What the bloody hell had she done to him now?......

end chapter seventeen.
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