Voyeur

You couldn’t believe your eyes. This was the last thing you expected to see. Ok maybe not the last thing, but bloody close enough. Maybe you should back track a little… explain the sight.

You were heading towards the Slytherin dormitory, draped in an invisibility cloak. It wasn’t after hours, but you can never be too careful. As you pass the potions classroom you hear two voices. One male, one female. You can’ite ite hear what they’re talking about, but they sound distracted enough. You quietly slip into the room. They didn’t notice you. But it takes everything in you to not make a noise about the event unfolding before your eyes.

You’re not sure whether to be surprised or turned on by this. He is your professor. You should be disgusted. You should tell Dumbledore. But you don’t know who it is that’s with him. If only you could move around to see the female involved. But you’re glued to the spot. If you move too far from the door you won’t be able to escape when it becomes necessary.

You wonder if it’s a prostitute. But you think Snape has better taste than to pay for sex. You begin to wonder then if it’s a student. Wouldn’t that get Dumbledore all riled up? Not that you particularly want to get Snape in trouble, but it would be amusing. Then it hits you like a stray bludger. Hermione had detention tonight. You shake it off. Maybe she already served it. You look to the clock that sits on Snape’s desk. Normally it points away from you, but it probably got knocked askew in the throes of passion. You realize Hermione’s detention was supposed to begin 10 minutes ago. There’s no way she would be dismissed that early. Now you just have to know.

You watch with curiosity. You have to find out if what you believe to be going on is actually going on. You watch as Snape pulls the girls hips closer to his. They’re still fully dressed as far as you can tell. You see his robes fall to the floor, her hands tracing his shoulders as they’re revealed. You swear that they have been kissing since you walked in. Don’t they need to breathe? Oh well, you can’t concern yelf elf with those sorts of things. You have a mystery to solve.

You hear the girl’s robes fall to the desk. You see her hands disappear back over the edge of Snape’s shoulders. Snape’s elbows are moving and it appears that he is removing her shirt. You see a Gryffindor tie fly over his shoulder towards you. You close your eyes briefly, praying to Merlin that it doesn’t land on you. Last thing they need to see is a tie floating midair. You open your eyes again just in time to see the girl caress Snape’s shirt off of him. Normally shirts get peeled off, but she’s taking her time in exploring his form. You ne the then that they have stopped kissing. You catch a glimmer of excitement resonating in the corner of Snape’s eye as he gazes lovingly upon the girl.

This is more than someone trying to better her grade. It seems its something that’s been going on for a while. No one looks like that at someone unless they love him or her. You should know. You keep finding that same expression plastered across your own face. It seems like hours before he stops looking at her and goes back to kissing. Their kisses seem to be getting more passionate. You keep catching glimpses of her hair. It’s brown. But still it can’t be. It has to be someone else. There are other brown haired girls in Gryffindor, right? Other girls with bushy brown hair… right?

You get lost in your thoughts and you snap out of them in time to see Snape kick his pants aside and to see the girl’s skirt go flying across the room, landing at your feet. You quietly shuffle back a step. You can’t seo teo tear your eyes away though. You hear the girl whimper as Snape enters her. “Mmmm, Severus,” she moans breathily as he begins gently thrusting into her. You watch the muscles of his arse contract and expand with each thrust. The girl\'s moaning continues, but you can’t even bother to look up to see if you can determine whom she is. Contract. Expand. Thrust. Contract. Expand. Thrust. Moan. Your cock twitches. Contract. Moan. Expand, Thrust. Moan. ContractExpandThrustMoan. It gets faster and you’re so turned on.

You decide now is the time to leave. You’ll make yourself known if you stay around any longer. You quietly slip out the door in time to hear Snape moan her name, “Hermione.” You take a deep breath and as her name slips off Snape’s tongue a second time you choke on air before taking off running. You must get back to Gryffindor tower. Screw going to study. You have to see Harry now.