Skuld: making your mind up

AN- yes its been a long time but hopefully I’ll get there I the end. Thanks for reading, here is your reward, some of the smut I have been practicing for. And its even part of the plot!
TrickyWoo- I had Mary Poppins in mind when I originally pictured the beginning of this story, but Mia is so far from practically perfect in every way.
Scary B and Sheherezad- thanks for inspiring me to try and write.


The Yule Ball- Tada!
Bit off a jump forward in time, lets move this thing along………


Mia stood the side of the great hall, watching the students dancing and laughing, all dressed up to the nines. She sipped on her fruit juice and smiled at Madame Hooch who was chaperoning from the other side of the room. She’d been observing the scene for the last couple of hours and made a great deal of small talk, turned down offers to dance from some rather over excited boys and confiscated 1 small bottle of vodka from some of the Durmstrang students. But as yet there was no sign of the decidedly unseasonal figure of Severus Snape.

She felt a small bump from behind and before she could turn to see who was there she felt a note being pushed into her hand, turning slightly so as to evade any prying eyes she opened it quickly.

Go and wait by the doors near the gardens,

Folding the note quickly she looked up across the room again, this time meeting the unwavering gaze of Moody’s magical eye. He nodded his head to her slightly; such a subtle gesture looked out of place on the gnarled old aura’s frame. She tilted her head back in recognition and crossed the room to the small corridor that held the door the flower gardens of the grounds. Things were quieter outside the main room of the party, just the odd young couple trying to sneak outside for some privacy, or rushing back in after being disturbed enjoying that privacy. From the archway of the door she could see Snape in heated conversation with Karkaroff, both seemed equally disturbed by the discussion. Standing in the shadows of the doorway, Mia kept a close watch on what was happening outside while reapplying a coat of lip colour and tweaking the glamours she’d sweated over earlier in the evening.

In just a few moments she watched as the creepy Slavic professor slunk off in the opposite direction and Snape obviously angry exploded a near by rose bush causing the young couple hidden within to scurry past her own hidden spot.

He was standing for a moment quite still looking around the area, so Mia took her chance.
“Professor Snape,” she approached slowly and laid a hand lightly on his shoulder as she arrived at his side, “escaping from the party too?”
He looked down slightly at her, and then away again,
“If only.”
Raising his wand again in the direction of the bushes this time a gaggle of slightly worse for wear looking girls rushed out and into the castle before they could be identified.

He looked at her again, seeming to be mildly surprised that she was still there.
“What do you want Mia, I assume you’re not out here to take the air.”

“Don’t beat around the bush; get straight to the point Severus!” She moved her hand down to her own neck, which she knew would draw attention to the low cut of her gown. “I saw you talking to Igor and I meant to perhaps return the favour from the other day and rescue you.”

“Well as you can see I am currently not in need of rescuing from anyone,” he frowned deeply, “except perhaps from you.”

“Ok, I’ll admit it, I hate parties. I thought perhaps I might convince you to help me make good my escape. You know the headmaster said all staff have to stay till the end” speaking deliberately quietly so that he had to lean slightly fully hear, “And I’ve got an excellent bottle of elf made red upstairs that deserves to be shared.”
Mia turned ready to leave, and looked over her shoulder to see if he was going to follow.

Snape looked her over, holding onto his sneering expression whilst appreciating how well the young woman’s heavy silk gown clung to her curves. He sniffed before starting to move after her, “Well I certainly need a drink.”


Snape followed Mia into her rooms, stooping slightly so as not to bump his head against the low door frame. On entering he observed that the room itself was a great deal smaller than his own, at least half its size and contained only a fire place one small chair, a table and a bed. At the other end of the room was a second door which he presumed must lead to the bathroom. Since there was only the one small chair he stood and waited expectantly, clearing his throat pointedly.

Mia turned to him from fussing around the room for a second,
“Sorry if you could just hold on for a moment, this is rather more difficult without a wand you know” she stood still before the bed and closed her eyes concentrating, before holding her right hand with fingers outstretched out over the counterpane.

Momentarily nothing happened then the small bed was transfigured, albeit rather slowly into a soft looking settee.
“There, please have a seat and I’ll fetch the wine.”

He stretched out his lean form back onto the large sinking cushions and attempted to retain some of his customary poise which was exceptionally difficult. Shortly the young healer came and sat carefully on seat next to him, handing him a large glass then filling both his and her own with a deep blood coloured liquid. Snape sniffed it suspiciously, as Mia took a small sip from her own glass and smiled,
“Don’t worry professor, its not doctored.”

“Very amusing.” He curled his lip at the reference, before taking a large mouthful.

“So, tell me isn’t that the best thing you’ve ever tasted?”

“Are you expecting me to make small talk, because I should have thought by now that you would have noticed it is not my custom.” He was trying to sniff the wine again, subtly for signs of tampering, as it seemed to be very strong.

“I’ll help you out, how about we start with you tell me that you like my gown?” she smiled at him again, refilling his glass so quickly he almost didn’t notice and sitting back expectantly smoothed the material down.

He found that the drink was indeed very pleasant and took another sip while reappraising Mia’s appearance. A deep grey the colour of a storm cloud in heavy silk, it fitted perfectly and he noticed on strap had fallen to the side, now lying across the top of her arm.
“It is very pleasant; although I confess I have little knowledge of women’s fashions” feeling slightly warm already from the alcohol, he unconsciously slipped one finger under the strap and slipped it back up onto her shoulder, lingering there for a moment.
Mia’s gaze turned to the place where she felt his fingertips brush and then back to meet his gaze, usually so intimidating but currently slightly out of focus.
She lightly took his glass from him and placed it on the small table beside them,

“Take it easy, this is really strong stuff. I don’t want you passing out on me.” Turning back to face him he felt his gaze boring into her, “What is it? Tell me what you’re thinking about.”

“I am thinking that I’m not thinking. No I’m thinking I wonder what you look like without your hair scraped back like that, it makes you look rather too much like Minerva.”

Mia smiled and reached behind her head to remove the numerous pins and found her fingers entangled with longer, slightly rougher fingers trying to help, pulling out the last pin she shook her head to loosen the thick mass waves and ran her fingers through it quickly.

Snape was now sitting back with his arms folded across his chest, looking critically at her, “that’s a good deal better.”

“Looking at me like that, I feel rather like some project you’re about to grade” She smiled, taking a sip from her own glass again.

He looked at her in exaggerated appraisal, unfolding his arms to turn her face this way and that with his fingertips,
“I’d say I would grade you E” he spoke softly, as his right hands strayed onto her thigh, caressing the soft material of the dress.

“How about I try for an O professor?”

Mia shifted swiftly in on the settee to straddle his lap, her long gown riding up, exposing her legs almost to the hip, so that she quickly felt his long fingers tracing a path on bare skin gently at first then firmly, dimpling the flesh pulling her harder into his lap. She alighted a feathery kiss, against his lips before pulling back and observing the almost imperceptible flush which had crept onto his usually pallid features.

Taking some of the wine in her mouth, she placed the glass to the side then moved in pressing her mouth against his. Tasting the rich plumy liquid on her he opened up and took the warm nectar form her. A tiny rivulet escaping the kiss trickled down Mia’s chin, tracking down wards to her soft bosom, a track swiftly followed by the newly berry stained lips of her dark wizard.

Slipping the thin dress straps from her shoulders her smooth tan skin was exposed further, the dress now pooled only covering waist and hips. Looking down on his curtain of jet hair she at first caressed gently the nape of his neck, revelling in the sensations of gentle sucking and sweet licking to her puckered nipples. As she felt teeth graze one sensitive peak she bucked involuntarily against him, suddenly becoming aware of the rock hard object now lying directly against her own arousal.
Grabbing the front of his robes, she jerked him up so they were once again face to face, both breathing heavily as she now ran tongue tip along his still red lower lip.

Suddenly Snape grabbed her arms, forcefully pushing her off his lap onto the seat cushions again, looking up a flash of fear shot through her momentarily as she saw him draw his wand, she braced as it seemed his aim was directly at her, when she realised that the converted seat was shifting beneath her to once again become her bed.
Using the spell did however seem to kill the last thread of Snape’s sobriety as he sat back down and lay back on the mattress closing his eyes.


Mia smiled, ridding herself of the dress once and for all, to crawl over and begin to move quickly plucking open the rows of fabric covered buttons on his jacket, shirt and trousers.
At each new inch of exposed pale skin caresses and kisses marked the trail as she was rewarded by moans and small growls of appreciation.
When he had to raise himself to shrug off the garments, Mia had to sit back slightly and could for the first time absorb fully what lay beneath the layers he always wore.
He was ghostly pale, she’d expected that, but what she had expected to be malnourished thinness proved to be a lean but strong frame, a few scars lay here and there but before a chance for much reflection his pants and trousers were removed together to reveal a truly impressive erection.

Once again straddling him, she wrapped her fingers round his girth, stroking firmly upwards, leaning forwards so her breasts were pressed against his chest now his moans increased in intensity.
“I thought perhaps you’d fallen asleep. “ She whispered into his ear, “I’m glad you didn’t.”

In answer he pulled her on for a fierce kiss, tongue franticly searching and finding hers hot and equally as intense. Lost for a moment she didn’t notice his shifting limbs until with a hard fast thrust he entered her, causing her to cry out.

Pushing herself up, hands firmly planted on his chest she began to shift her hips, raising and slipping down in a rhythm building up slowly her own pleasure growing with his as she felt heat building within.

Opening his eyes for a small second Severus Snape observed this smooth skinned woman, eyes closed, head thrown back in the heat of the moment her breasts rising and falling with each thrust of her pelvis, he murmured,
“Oh sweet Circe!”
Feeling her heat, surrounding him, tightly sheathing him as she rode up and down, he listened to her begin to moan small cries and as he once again closed his lids he felt with added intensity as that moist sleeve tightened and gripped him, pulsing muscles around his swollen member.
As Mia let out a final carnal yell, her voice was joined by that of his, almost pained sounding cry as he thrust hard high into her one last time.