Another Dark Star

Chapter 19- 7th year


Sadira was bored; bored stiff, bored brainless, fucking bored!!! It was the Hogsmeade weekend and she had no reason to go to the village. The novelty wore off long ago. Her housemates were all at the Three Broomsticks but she had no real friends. On top of that she didn’t want to run into Terence Higgs while she was out and about. Unfortunately she knew Severus was busy with essays and testing classwork, as he was a little behind due to her pleasant distractions.

Since they had started sleeping together, even in innocent situations there was an intimacy between them that hadn’t been present before. They had to be very careful how they interacted in public. Cautious as they were, some of the teachers had already teased him about his precious Potions protégée.

McGonagall in particular enjoyed taunting him about it while displaying disapproval of the relationship. She believed it was unhealthy for the young woman to be spending so much time with the caustic professor, especially as she wasn’t known to have any friends her own age. Minerva wasn’t altogether sure she trusted Snape completely following his history, and especially so where this girl was concerned.

Still, Sadira had no homework and was missing her dark lover desperately. Almost automatically, her feet made their way to his office. He was sat at his large desk, peering disdainfully at a tray of crystal vials marked with parchment.

“What are you doing in here?” he asked, one brow raised sardonically.

“I’m bored and lonely.” She said sadly, pouting uncharacteristically.

“Well I am too busy to entertain you at present. I do have a job to do you realise.” He said exasperatedly.

She was a little taken aback at his dismissive attitude towards her, but reminded herself that he did indeed have a lot of work to do. After all, he had the same number of classes as she did, only where she had only one piece of homework per class, he had about forty.

He now sat stiffly at his desk, beginning to decimate what looked like First Year essays with the dreaded red quill of doom, slashing unsympathetically through paragraphs at a time that he deemed unacceptable. Particularly those belonging to a certain trio of Gryffindors.

“I know you’re busy, but I really don’t have anything better to be doing so perhaps I could help you with something?” she offered hopefully. Really it would just be an excuse to be near him. He paused and allowed her a tight smile.

“I appreciate the offer Sadira but, talented as you are, you cannot help me with these.” He replied.

“Then what about tidying the student store cupboard? Last lesson I was so annoyed at the state of it, I’ve been dying to sort it out.” She suggested. He looked thoughtful.

"Actually, the student stores are earmarked for a Fifth Year’s detention. However if you really wish to be useful, perhaps you wouldn’t mind checking over my personal stores. I admit I haven’t had the time to straighten it myself lately."

“Of course Severus.” She beamed, proud that he would trust her with this task. He stood and raised his wand at the small door outside his office, undoing the heavy duty wards.

When she stepped inside, it didn’t appear to be untidy at all.

“What do you need me to do sir?” she asked.

“Some of these substances need replenishing. I need for you to make an inventory, and if anything needs seems out of place just use your initiative.” He said, absently stroking her soft curls while he stood close. Before she could turn and return the intimate gesture, he was gone.

The monotonous work was relaxing to Sadira, allowing her to shut off from everything that was bothering her and merely function like an automaton. The list was quite short and most of the jars merely needed straightening, or new labels.

Sadira was fascinated by the array of rare and restricted ingredients he had available; Bicorn horn, Gillyweed, Dragon’s blood, Boomslang skin, Veritaserum. She was enjoying imagining the various complicated brews she could achieve using what he had acquired.

The only mess she could see was a dusty pile of old textbooks. She picked one up and blew off the dust. They were copies of the NEWT level text; ‘Advanced Potion Making by Libatius Borage’.

She picked them up distastefully, as some were badly stained, and began fitting them onto a tiny amount of space left on a low shelf. As she was shoving one onto the shelf, another fell off and landed open at the 6th year potion; Draught of Living Death. To her horror she noticed that some disrespectful little shit had scribbled all over the directions. Incensed, she took it to show Professor Snape.

“Is there a problem Sadira?” he asked as she stormed up to his desk with the book in hand.

“Yes there is. Some little bastard has been vandalising the books in your store.” She said, shoving the offending article under his prodigious nose. He read the notes, then broke into a boyish grin the likes of which she had never seen on him. She rather thought it suited him.

“I’d forgotten all about this!” he said reminiscently.

“You already knew?” she asked, feeling a bit silly.

“Of course I did, it was me!” he chuckled.

“You?” she repeated, stunned.

“Yes, you see these are improvements I devised myself. Old Borage hadn’t been in a lab for years when he wrote this and his methods are inefficient. I improved every potion in this book.” he said proudly, showing her his annotations on every page.

“Wow, you’re amazing.” She gasped; impressed that as an eighteen year old boy, he had managed to outdo an experienced Potions Master.

“Why thank you my dear.” He said. Clearly his mood had improved and the essays were forgotten for the moment.

“And these directions here; I’ve never heard of these spells before.” She added, pointing to yet more tiny scribbles.

“Again, my own inventions.” He explained. She looked at him with a mixture of awe and pride.

“You’re a genius! I wish I’d been in your year at school.” She said.

“Thank you.” He said, unable to understand why the simple compliment meant so much coming from her.

“I wish you’d been in my year too.” He added softly, stroking her hand. He wondered whether his life might have panned out differently if she had been there for him in one of the hardest times of his life.

“Could I, maybe, use your ideas?” she asked tentatively. She was well aware how jealously Potions Masters guarded their secrets, especially Slytherin ones.

“I see no reason why not. You have genuine talent in this field and that ought to be nurtured. Just don’t let anyone catch you altering from the given directions.” He replied, generously passing her a quill and some parchment.

She eagerly got to work on scribbling down his teenage discoveries. They sat in companionable silence, either side of his desk, the only sound the scratch of quill on parchment. She shut the book onto her quill when she got up to fetch more parchment. When she got back, she noticed more scribbles on the back cover; ‘Property of the Half-Blood Prince’.

“I thought you said this book was yours?” she asked, puzzled. She pointed to the line she had discovered.

“It is, that was a nickname I devised for myself.” He told her.

“You’re a half-blood?!” she asked, shocked. He blinked, offended by her surprise. His good humour evaporated.

“Is that a problem, Miss Prewett?” he asked silkily, dangerously.

“Of course not Severus, my feelings for you don’t depend on blood. I just assumed that to be Head of Slytherin you had to be Pureblood.” She said.

“Obviously not.” He replied, still rattled.

“Besides; better to be a legitimate half-blood than a pureblood bastard.” She grumbled bitterly. He softened, remembering that her parentage was also less than stellar.

“Nevertheless, a pureblood princess you remain.” He replied softly, almost fondly. She smiled then; reading between the lines at his pun.

“Prince was my mother’s maiden name. She came from an old pureblood family but was cut off for marrying my father; a common Muggle, and not even well off either.” He explained.

She was surprised further. He had mentioned that his home life and childhood had been unhappy before but other than mentioning that, like her, he had been sent to the local Muggle primary school, he had never told her any of this. It was a mark of how much he trusted her to tell her something so potentially damaging to his reputation.


They were disturbed by a knock on the door and Professor McGonagall entered with the crazy haired Hufflepuff from most of Sadira’s classes in tow. The strict woman’s expression changed from determined to amused when she saw the attractive Miss Prewett cloistered away in the Potions Master’s office yet again.

“Miss Prewett, you’re not going into Hogsmeade today?” she asked.

“No Professor, I’m busy with research.” She lied smoothly, gesturing to the textbook and parchment.

“Might I ask what Miss Tonks and yourself require in my office on a Saturday Minerva?” he asked exasperatedly.

For all their camaraderie and playful rivalry, despite the tentative friendship they had built up, he knew the Transfiguration Mistress would never truly trust him. He also knew she suspected something was going on between him and his student.

“Yes Severus, Professor Sprout tells me she has asked you to assist Miss Tonks with the final term, to improve her chances of a NEWT pass, yet you have refused. I come to submit that request yet again. Miss Tonks has exemplary marks in all but your subject, and she has provided proof that she has been putting in a great deal of effort.” She accused.

“I refuse to make allowances for students who are unable to achieve the required mark on their own. My time is altogether too valuable. That is what examinations were invented for; to separate the wheat from the chaff.” He snarled. He hated when McGonagall interfered and above all, he hated being manipulated into something he didn’t want to do.

“And yet you see fit to offer additional tutoring to students in your own house?!” She countered, pointing to Sadira.

She was fond of the girl in a way. She was happy to see at least one Slytherin who could be called a credit to their House. But she hated how Snape always made excuses for and favoured his little snakes. That and she still believed he had more than tutoring in mind for this particular scholar.

“Miss Prewett is not a remedial case. She has volunteered for advanced research as she is well above the standard syllabus. I always reward those students who are truly worthy of it.” He defended.

“Then perhaps you could recommend a student tutor to help Miss Tonks?” McGonagall pressed. “Perhaps Miss Prewett here?”

Sadira looked up in surprise and her eyes met Severus’ but he was guarded as usual. She knew he was thinking though.

“Well Miss Prewett, what do you think?” he asked, sounding slightly amused.

“What’s in it for me?” she asked boldly.

“I beg your pardon Miss Prewett?” McGonagall asked in shock.

“Well, I’m very busy. It’s NEWTs soon and on top of my extra lessons, I have Head Girl duties. That’s a lot of responsibility. I see no reason to give up any spare time I may have without fair recompense.” She replied shrewdly. Severus smirked proudly.

“I see you spend too much time with your Head of House, girl. You’re becoming just like him.” McGonagall grumbled.

Both Snape and Sadira raised a brow in reply in an almost identical motion. Had the circumstances not been so trying she might have been tempted to laugh.

“Very well Miss Prewett. If you agree to tutor Miss Tonks, I will agree to write you an exemplary letter of recommendation when you leave; in addition to the one I’m sure Professor Snape will give you.” She relented.

“Very well, agreed Professor. Tonks, I will meet you in the library on Tuesdays at 7.30 in addition to partnering you in classes. Please arrive promptly, I detest being kept waiting.” Sadira replied coolly to the relieved Hufflepuff.

“Cheers Prewett. I won’t let you down.” She grinned amiably and left with a spring in her step.

“You definitely have too much influence on that girl Severus.” McGonagall complained before she left.

“Well Sadira, you negotiated that well. I’m impressed.” He told her when they were alone again.

“Thank you sir. Will I be rewarded for that too?” she asked cheekily

“We shall see later.” He replied mysteriously, with a look in his eye that made her feel suddenly warm in the cool depths of the dungeon.

Later that evening Sadira was once again curled up in Severus’ bed; entwined around him, dozing happily in that blissful state between waking and sleeping. This had become a regular thing for them as most of the school slept in late on a Sunday. Therefore if she got up early enough, she could stay the night without risk of being seen exiting his rooms.

She enjoyed the post-coital comfort of lying skin to skin, listening to his heartbeat. He seemed almost fragile in those moments; with a beatific smile that she was sure was just for her. But in her sated state, she had other things on her mind.

“What are you thinking about my little enigma?” he asked.

“The end of the year.” She replied, chewing on her lower lip as she often did when troubled.

“I see, what about it?” he asked

“Well, the Leavers’ Ball for one. I don’t want to go; you can hardly escort me as my date can you? But McGonagall says the Head Boy and Girl have to be there.” She replied.

“I will be there, and I will see you. Looking beautiful no doubt in some frivolous gown,” he replied with a sardonic smile.

“Will you give me a dance at least?” she asked hopefully.

“Much as I would like to, I never dance with anyone at these events; staff or student. Making an exception for you may cause speculation.” He replied regretfully.

“That’s because most of the students are afraid of you Sev, some of the staff too. Everyone knows we get on well though. If I requested a dance surely it would not seem so strange?” she wheedled.

“It would be all the more suspicious. There is already flaming gossip in the staff room that you spend too much time in the dungeons here with me and have no friends your own age. I have told them you requested extra work and I have been giving you voluntary assignments and working you hard to ensure a good NEWT score.” He replied.

“Well that is true at least. I’m sorry they are talking about you because of me.” She said, pressing closer to him.

“Can we stop talking about this now, please?” he said irritably.

“Well I was also wondering about what will happen after I leave here?” she asked him.

“I thought you wanted to be an Auror? They will definitely accept you when you pass top of the class, as I know you will.” He said.

“No, I mean yes, I do want to be an Auror. I mean you and me. Will you still want to see me, like this I mean?” she asked hesitantly, afraid of what the answer might be. He looked deep in thought before answering.

“I have grown accustomed to your presence, I admit. If you are still willing to come to me, I should be pleased to carry on this...relationship.” he admitted. She crawled up the length of his body to pin him to the bed, looking deep into his stygian eyes.

“Severus, you don’t have to say anything in return but if I don’t say this now I may never get the courage again. I love you. I think I always have. And yes, if between you teaching here and me training in London we can manage it, I want to stay with you, as long as you will have me.” She confessed.

He was stunned. Here was a lovely young witch who was in love with him and wanted to be his; ‘for as long as he will have her, eh?’ He looked back at her and her face was full of so much passion and love for him. He kissed her soundly, rolling her off him and pinning her as she had him.

“I do not have much experience with softer emotions Sadira, but I do care for you very much. Perhaps we could spend some time together this summer when we are both free of constraints on our time and with no-one to judge us.” He said honestly.

“Where will you be living this summer?” he asked.

“I don’t know yet. I sold the house, but I haven’t bought a new place yet. I might ask Aunty Molly if I can share with Ginny for the summer. They never mind one extra.” She said, stroking his back. Again he looked thoughtful.

“Would you...perhaps... care to stay with me for a while, at my home?” he asked carefully.

“Are you serious, really? I’d love to, yes!” she gushed, covering his face in little kisses.

“I must warn you, it is nothing special. Just a small house, a little dilapidated in fact. I do not usually spend more than a week or two a year there.” He said depreciatively.

“I don’t care, I’d be with you. If it really matters I’ll help you clean it up.” She said, pushing him back over and expressing her gratitude in a way he was most appreciative of.

As Snape and Sadira’s physical barriers fell away, her mental barriers were tested by him to ensure their strength. If another Legilimens, particularly Dumbledore, found out what they got up to, they were up shit creek and no mistake.

The irony of their situation; that it was the young schoolgirl not the teacher who had been the one to take their relationship further, was not lost on Snape. It amused him that it had been she who was unable to contain her sexual frustration. It was because of his position of trust that he hadn’t wanted to push her into anything physical but she hadn’t made it easy on him.

Now they were engaging in relations on a regular basis, it was hard seeing her in class; he was paranoid that someone would pick up on the sexual tension between them or see him as treating her differently.

This situation, added to extreme lack of sleep, that tosser Quirrell, and Potter the prat and his merry band of meddlers was making for one seriously snarky Snape. His mood had not escaped Sadira’s notice and she planned to do something about it.


She turned up to her usual Wednesday lesson with two small glass bottles in her hands.

“What do you have there?” he asked.

“You seem a bit stressed lately. I thought you’d like it if we took a break from my extra lessons. This bottle is a relaxation potion I’ve been working on as a private project. Don’t worry, it’s quite safe, I tested it ages ago. This one is a warming oil. Take the potion and I’ll treat you to a nice massage.” She ordered.

He was quite taken aback. He hadn’t expected this. No-one ever put him first. He accepted the potion as she moved behind him and unbuttoned his coat and shirt. He looked at it, sniffed it, poured a drop onto his finger and tasted it warily.

Having approved it, and congratulating himself on teaching her well enough to have devised something successful on her own, he downed the bottle. Quite pleasant tasting too. Pushing his clothes off his shoulders, she poured a few drops of oil onto her hands, working the tension out of his neck and shoulders. Whether through the potion or the massage, or both, he was beginning to feel calm and very warm despite being in his office in the chilly dungeons.

Her hands began to move lower, over his chest as his head lolled back in his chair, brushing over his nipples lightly. The warming oil tingled them as her hands moved lower, and she kissed his back and neck as she leaned forward.

Suddenly he was very aware of her full breasts pressed against his back and a familiar ache in his belly as his trousers began to feel too tight. She stroked a hand firmly over the hard bulge, then stepped away, walking round the chair and kneeling between his knees. She smiled up at him wickedly and flicked her tongue over her teeth and lips as she unbuttoned his pants.

“Sadira” he began to object when he realised what she intended to do. ‘She didn’t need to degrade herself in this way.’ But she protested.

“Relax Severus, trust me you’ll feel a lot better.” She assured him.

She ran her oily hands along his length. The warm, slick feeling was delicious, the oil still tingling as she flicked her tongue over his head. He inhaled sharply at the sensation, exhaling with a sigh as she took his whole length in her mouth, sucking as she withdrew from him then teasingly licking and kissing up and down his shaft.

She took the tip in her mouth again and swirled her tongue around his swollen head, sucking hard. She continued this pattern of release, lick, capture and suck until he was squirming for more. She took him whole into her mouth again and began to move her head up and down, stroking his sack and applying pressure on the tip.

He tried hard not to thrust hard into her hot little mouth and choke her. He fisted his hand in her hair, the other hand gripping the chair as he pressed firmly on her head, increasing the pace. She was too good. He couldn’t help but to jerk his hips harder into her, groaning quietly as he came.

He expected her to pull away, gagging in revulsion but she held her position, greedily swallowing every drop of his spunk, licking him clean. He was shocked, but also impressed. It was so sexy to watch; especially the saucy way she licked her lips after.

“Do you feel better now Sir?” she asked as she stood up and he tucked himself back in and dressed himself.

“Much better, thank you. However I was under the impression that women dislike the taste of semen.” He told her.

“Well, I wasn’t completely truthful about the potion Sir.” She confessed. “It is a relaxation potion, but is also contains a mild aphrodisiac and I made it so it alters the flavour of a man’s seminal fluid to make it more palatable.”

He regarded her appraisingly, simultaneously shocked and impressed.

“Well apart from being a Potions genius, you seem to have a good head for business. I imagine people would pay a great deal for something like that.” He told her. “What flavour was it incidentally?”

“That one was strawberry, but I can also make chocolate, toffee and banana. I’m currently working on vanilla too.” She told him proudly, glowing from his praise.

“Well, I believe we will have to test these serums properly and thoroughly before we consider allowing them to be put on sale to the general public.” He said, grinning lasciviously.

“Oh of course Sir, I’m looking forward to it.” She teased back.

“What have you named your wonderful invention?” he asked as she came to sit on his lap.

“Prewett’s Patent Pleasure Potion, or quadruple P for short.” She said chuckling.
“Recommended dosage; one after dinner at least once a week.” She added with a wink.

“Indeed, once a week at least.” He concurred, kissing her.