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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
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9,960
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5
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© 2001 M.A.Afallan
All characters from the world of "Harry Potter" belong to the prophetess J.K.Rowling. I am only borrowing them for my dirty minded pleasure, but I promise to clean them off before I return them, only slightly bruised from wear and tear. OFCs belong to me (muwahaha)
ALUMNI WEEKEND AT HOGWARTS
PART TWO: SUGAR
The next day featured a group venture into Hogsmeade. Snape disliked field trips on general principle, but he especially didn't go anywhere outside the protective grounds of the school, when he knew there were so many enemies still lurking about. After all, his Dark Mark may have faded"¦ but it wouldn't vanish "˜til Voldemort was completely dead and gone.
So he retired to the library for a bit of reading, taking with him a book he'd confiscated this past year from a girl in one of his classes. He'd have preferred to stay in his own chambers but the light was frankly better in the library, thanks to the large sitting window that faced the Forbidden Forest. Thank goodness the school was literally empty today, or he'd have had to answer some embarrassing questions about his choice of reading material. Romance novels and Severus Snape didn't equal a sane picture.
He grinned to himself at the very idea. Just because he didn't have the leisure to pursue anything like real love in his life -"“ never would until Voldemort was truly gone -"“ didn't mean he couldn't enjoy the vicarious pleasure through books. And of course the occasional sporting company that dared come his way.
So he snuggled into the cozy window seat, propped his legs onto the cushions, and buried himself in the rather silly but torrid tome. It featured, as usual, a virginal young witch who found herself captive to an older wizard she feared was Dark. But of course, as the story progressed he would inevitably show his true colors as the tragic hero, she would swoon and confess true love, and they'd live happily ever after. All in a world without Voldemort.
He read, scoffing sometimes, but in a way wished life could truly be so cut and dried simple. But innocent young girls didn't fall for the dark, brooding, angst-ridden former Death Eaters of the world. Not really.
It wasn't until she'd been watching him for several minutes that Snape sensed her presence. He saw her, yelped in a most undignified way, and quickly jammed the book under the seat cushions. He stood in a flash and scowled down at the petite blond, who almost cringed at his embarrassed anger.
"Who are you? Why are you here?" he snapped loudly. "And how dare you sneak up on me like that?" He was ruder than necessary, he knew, but she'd flustered the living hell out of him.
"Sorry, Professor Snape," the small girl said, biting her lip. "I didn't want to disturb you. You looked"¦ content there with your book"¦" Huge brown eyes tried to meet his sparking black ones, and failed. "I shouldn't have bothered you"¦ but I always liked the library when I was a student here and"¦ well, everyone else is at Hogsmeade so I thought"¦"
Snape relaxed a bit. She probably hadn't noticed the type of book he'd been reading. His reputation was still safe. "That's fine. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snap. You merely startled me. I too thought everyone was away."
"Oh," she smiled a bit now, and was able to look at him. She was very pretty, and though she was certainly at least twenty-two now, she still looked very young.
"I apologize"¦ I really don't recall your name"¦," he began.
"Annabel Rothschild," she replied. "I was in Ravenclaw. And I'm sure you wouldn't remember me. I was always very quiet." She lowered her eyes again, and shifted her weight a bit.
There was a moment of awkward silence, then Snape cleared his throat. "Anyway, feel free to share the library with me. I don't mind." Of course it meant he would have to abandon the current book for another.
"Actually, I'm glad to find you here," she said, shyly fingering the waist of her long blue button-down dress. "See, I've had something on my mind for a few years"¦ something troubling me"¦ and I truly feel you are the only person who can help me."
Snape's brow furrowed. He couldn't even begin to imagine what she meant. "Indeed?" was all he could think to ask.
"Yes, sir"¦ And I've puzzled over it for so long. Finally I came to a conclusion"¦ the only way to be
free of this problem and move on is"¦ to confront it and embrace it."
"That sounds most"¦ sensible." And very typically Ravenclaw, he thought. They had the tendency for studious minds and a psychological approach to most things.
"I'm so glad you agree with me," she said, and approached with a sudden predatory look in her eyes that alarmed him. "Because only when I finally live out my fantasy will it stop haunting my dreams"¦"
Snape was so startled he didn't even stop her when she wrapped both arms around him and kissed him. After a few moments of delicious tongue exploring his mouth, he found the presence of mind to pull himself from her grasp and tug his robes tightly around himself with a befuddled sneer.
"What, Miss Rothschild, in Merlin's name do you think you're doing?" he demanded hoarsely.
"Trying to live out that fantasy I mentioned," she smiled and lowered her eyes primly again. "Can only a Slytherin girl think of her Potions Professor in such a"¦ carnal way?"
He hesitated. "I"¦ I suppose not." He cautiously began to unfold himself. "This was mostly"¦ unexpected."
"But not distasteful?" There was a look of small hope on her face.
Snape had a trace of a smile now. "It would never be that. How could anyone, even the dour Professor Snape, find such a charming girl's attentions distasteful? It is"¦ flattering."
She blossomed then, face alight. "Thank goodness. I was afraid something was truly wrong with me. I've dated lots of guys, some of them I wanted to be more serious with, but"¦ kept having thoughts of you." She sighed at herself. "I kept pining on like a silly schoolgirl, in secret. And it kept me from giving myself completely to anyone."
Snape was instantly cautious again. Was this girl trying to convince herself she was in love with him? He quickly patted his pockets, and realized with dread he'd forgotten his wand. She was almost scaring him with her ardor.
She saw the expression of suspicion and panic, and laughed aloud, a very sane and normal laugh. "Oh, I'm sorry! That sounded rather like I'm a raving nutter, didn't it? I've been going to Muggle college and majoring in Psychology, as you may be guessing now. Unfortunately, I tend to think aloud when I come to a revelation about myself." She smiled up at his slowly relaxing face. "No worries, Professor Snape. I have no wish to ensnare you. And I'm not so foolish as to think you're my shining knight. I'm looking for someone more my own age, and something a bit more normal when it all comes down to it."
Now his expression went to rigid and almost insulted. "Then you should get on with it, by all means. Don't let me, the unshining, abnormal, ancient old man stand in your way."
She laughed again, but not unkindly. "Oh, you cannot make me believe you're so horrid. I saw what you were reading, and I saw your face when you were reading it."
He froze and narrowed his eyes. "Blackmail, is it?"
"Oh, hardly. I'm just saying that I know you've a soft spot somewhere deep inside that cold and harsh exterior." Her smile began to warm the room itself. "And I must say"¦ I rather like it. Makes me feel that I wasn't so mentally challenged when I fantasized about you."
He felt his brain reeling, and crossed his arms. "So what was the purpose of that kiss? And the questioning of your desirability?"
"An experiment, a test of myself. And also, a decision to be made. I still"¦ find myself wanting to be"¦ closer to you"¦ if only for a few moments"¦" She looked shy again.
"You are a positive conundrum, Miss Rothschild," he said with soft bewilderment. "And what makes you think I wish to be the guinea pig in your little experiment?"
"Well"¦ I did notice that my kiss caused a rather prominent reaction." She arched her brows and smiled, glancing down at his groin.
Unsettled, he huffed, "I'm only a man, after all."
"And a very intriguing, mysterious, moody, troubled man," she said, and each word brought her a step closer. "One who cultivates an attitude that says two things"¦ "˜stay away, I'm dangerous and unreachable'"¦ but also "˜please touch me, please soothe my worries'"¦"
"You are well suited to the field of Psychology," he said a little breathlessly, as she was inches from him now. "But you cannot fix my troubles with a kiss or whatever else you seem to be offering."
"I know that. I'm not trying to solve you. That is for you to do. I'm trying to solve myself, and to see if you'll allow me to borrow you for a little while to do it"¦" She reached out and played with the buttons of his long coat, and he didn't stop her.
"You are a most strange one," he said softly, "and I'm not sure this is a such a grand scheme."
"Yes, it is," she said, unfastening the topmost button, "because there is one barrier I shan't allow you to cross. That I save for when I truly fall in love." She met his eyes with total sincerity now. "I have longed to touch you, to explore the man hidden behind such strictness"¦ but not to be possessed by you. I am still a virgin, and I intend to leave here in the same state."
His brows raised. "This game grows complex"¦"
"You like complicated," she said with certainty, releasing the last of his coat buttons.
"Yes. But why should I take part in this?" His voice dropped an octave, as they both knew he wasn't going to argue with any true conviction.
"Pleasure. Mutual pleasure. A chance to spend time with a willing warm body"¦"
"You imagine me so very desperate?"
"Not remotely. I imagine you can, if you so desired, seduce almost anything on two legs," she whispered, running her hands under the coat and across the high-collaredte ste shirt he wore. She could feel the rising heat of his body through the silken fabric, but when she reached for the buttons to this garment, his hands came up to stop her.
"We had perhaps better find another, more suitable location," he murmured. The look on his face was controlled, unreadable. But the flames in his black eyes said enough.
"No worries," she said softly. "I locked the library doors on my way in, and sealed them with a spell to prevent anyone from being interested in books today. No one will disturb us."
The hell with it, Snape thought. So she was a Ravenclaw instead of the usual Slytherin. So he was being rapidly seduced by a second girl in as many days. He'd never been that lucky before, and he'd be damned if he turned it down just because she wanted to psychoanalyze him. If need be, he'd play along then zap her with a little Memory Charm afterward.
The window seat was wide enough for two bodies to be comfortable together. Within moments, Annabel was completely undressed and blushing, but eager. Snape had shed his boots and coat, and stood before her now in trousers and unbuttoned shirt. For just a moment, as he looked down at her through tousled long hair, he could see her view of him. He looked like the rakish sullen hero of the typical romance novel.
Before he could let himself snort with derision, he knelt before the nude girl, smoothly spreading her thighs with his hands as he did. He said in his low mellifluous voice, "I shan't hurt you, nor do anything you do not wish."
"Okay," was all she managed to breathe, before his face sank down between her legs. Moaning weakly, she leaned back onto the cushions and wallowed in the sensation of Snape's hot mouth on her pussy.
He started slowly, a puff of heated breath over the sensitive skin, then a darting tongue between the delicate folds of flesh. Gradually, as she sank deeper into euphoria, he had set a pace by flickering both lips and tongue with calculation over her swelling clit.
"Oh"¦ Professor"¦" she gasped, "that is divine"¦ It feels"¦ like you're putting a spell on me"¦"
"Not quite," he chuckled, letting his fingertips take over for a moment, "but I was spelling out the Greek alphabet down here. I was up to Sigma when you interrupted. I may have to start again"¦"
"Oh yes! Please do!" she whimpered.
When he reached Kappa, she was breathing rapidly and running her fingers through his hair. When he got to Omicron, her hips bucked and he had to pin them down with both hands. She came with a scream at Tau, but he kept going to Omega just to spite her, as she moaned for mercy.
Finally he raised his head and regarded her with dark amusement. "Alas I have worn you out with a simple language lesson. And now I am positively miserable with need myself"¦"
She blushed furiously. "I really don't want to "¦ do everything"¦"
"I know. And we shan't violate that wish. Perhaps a reversal of the lesson?" He stood and began to unbutton his trousers, and she smiled and nodded willingly.
But when she saw the size of his cock, she blanched. "Big"¦," she whispered. "I'm not"¦ sure I can handle the lesson quite as effectively"¦ but I'll try"¦"
He sympathized. She was a mere virgin and had gotten herself into something far more than she'd really expected. "Well, there is another alternative," he said softly, stroking her blond hair, and then her lovely full breasts. "You are very well-endowed, Miss Rothschild. We could manage a different angle to this experiment."
She frowned a little in confusion, then her eyes lit with understanding and she nodded again, smiling. Just to be kind (and because she really wanted to) she did kiss and lick his cock very nicely first, until it was shimmering and throbbing with desire.
A little repositioning and he was straddling her midriff, as she pushed her breasts together to cradle his cock. It was quite a view she had"¦ the darkness of his hair made a ragged curtain as his his face, his eyes now closed with concentration as he carefully, systematically pumped his hips above her chest. His shirt, still on, flowed about him and grew damp with sweat. The sight was turning her on badly.
As before, he started slowly, to allow her time to adjust to the feeling. But soon she was enjoying it greatly. The sheer heat of his cock, not just the friction alone could cause that"¦ the warmth seemed to seep through her breastbone and into her lungs. She moaned softly, and he opened his eyes briefly to see that she was all right, and smile in pleasure at her.
He leaned his weight harder onto his arms, balancing against the wall, as he felt the build-up toward climax. She was still moaning gently, genuinely seeming to enjoy herself. And he was glad. When the orgasm gripped him, he tried not to push too hard against her breasts, but the semen shot forth, splashing between her fingers and onto her chin. She gasped at the rush of heat, then sighed and giggled.
All too soon, he'd climbed off and was conjuring tissues to clean the cng png puddle on her body. "I realize it is less than "˜romantic' to hasten into our clothes," he said gently as he did so, "but I trust this experiment is complete?"
"Yes sir," she said with a smaller voice, as she pulled her dress together and did up the buttons, eyes down now. "I'll unseal the library and we can go our separate ways. No problem"¦"
Before she could walk away, he took her shoulders then her face between his hands. He brushed his lips softly against her own, just a small kiss, but lingering. "Don't go away angry, Miss Rothschild. Just remember what we both have said. I'm not a shining knight. I'm not your own age. And I'm certainly not normal." There was a trace of a smile again on his somber face. "But I am a man. And"¦ the man appreciates the attentions of a lovely young lady, with enough virtue to save herself for the one she can love."
Her heart stayed firmly in her chest. But her mind understood what it always had. He was the romantic tragic hero. And one day he would prove it to everyone. She kissed his cheek quickly, smiling, and whispered, "Thanks for memories, Professor." And then she walked out of the silent library, leaving him alone again.
It was then he realized that he still had no wand, and hadn't cast a Memory Charm on her after all. Well, shit, he thought. He'd just have to trust a Ravenclaw to keep a secret. Better chance of that than with a Slytherin.
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NOTES:
-TIME-FRAME. My little tales of titillation are meant to take place during the years prior to Harry's arrival at Hogwarts. These are meant to be miscellanous girls that no one else would know about, all very much of legal age, long graduated before the books were written, and all long before Voldemort arises again. Just thought Snape should be having SOME fun in the meantime. ;) They are are also not meant to be taken at all seriously, or even in conjunction with other stories I write about Snape.
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-HILARITY. Snape reading romance novels! Bahahaha! Yeah right!
All characters from the world of "Harry Potter" belong to the prophetess J.K.Rowling. I am only borrowing them for my dirty minded pleasure, but I promise to clean them off before I return them, only slightly bruised from wear and tear. OFCs belong to me (muwahaha)
ALUMNI WEEKEND AT HOGWARTS
PART TWO: SUGAR
The next day featured a group venture into Hogsmeade. Snape disliked field trips on general principle, but he especially didn't go anywhere outside the protective grounds of the school, when he knew there were so many enemies still lurking about. After all, his Dark Mark may have faded"¦ but it wouldn't vanish "˜til Voldemort was completely dead and gone.
So he retired to the library for a bit of reading, taking with him a book he'd confiscated this past year from a girl in one of his classes. He'd have preferred to stay in his own chambers but the light was frankly better in the library, thanks to the large sitting window that faced the Forbidden Forest. Thank goodness the school was literally empty today, or he'd have had to answer some embarrassing questions about his choice of reading material. Romance novels and Severus Snape didn't equal a sane picture.
He grinned to himself at the very idea. Just because he didn't have the leisure to pursue anything like real love in his life -"“ never would until Voldemort was truly gone -"“ didn't mean he couldn't enjoy the vicarious pleasure through books. And of course the occasional sporting company that dared come his way.
So he snuggled into the cozy window seat, propped his legs onto the cushions, and buried himself in the rather silly but torrid tome. It featured, as usual, a virginal young witch who found herself captive to an older wizard she feared was Dark. But of course, as the story progressed he would inevitably show his true colors as the tragic hero, she would swoon and confess true love, and they'd live happily ever after. All in a world without Voldemort.
He read, scoffing sometimes, but in a way wished life could truly be so cut and dried simple. But innocent young girls didn't fall for the dark, brooding, angst-ridden former Death Eaters of the world. Not really.
It wasn't until she'd been watching him for several minutes that Snape sensed her presence. He saw her, yelped in a most undignified way, and quickly jammed the book under the seat cushions. He stood in a flash and scowled down at the petite blond, who almost cringed at his embarrassed anger.
"Who are you? Why are you here?" he snapped loudly. "And how dare you sneak up on me like that?" He was ruder than necessary, he knew, but she'd flustered the living hell out of him.
"Sorry, Professor Snape," the small girl said, biting her lip. "I didn't want to disturb you. You looked"¦ content there with your book"¦" Huge brown eyes tried to meet his sparking black ones, and failed. "I shouldn't have bothered you"¦ but I always liked the library when I was a student here and"¦ well, everyone else is at Hogsmeade so I thought"¦"
Snape relaxed a bit. She probably hadn't noticed the type of book he'd been reading. His reputation was still safe. "That's fine. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snap. You merely startled me. I too thought everyone was away."
"Oh," she smiled a bit now, and was able to look at him. She was very pretty, and though she was certainly at least twenty-two now, she still looked very young.
"I apologize"¦ I really don't recall your name"¦," he began.
"Annabel Rothschild," she replied. "I was in Ravenclaw. And I'm sure you wouldn't remember me. I was always very quiet." She lowered her eyes again, and shifted her weight a bit.
There was a moment of awkward silence, then Snape cleared his throat. "Anyway, feel free to share the library with me. I don't mind." Of course it meant he would have to abandon the current book for another.
"Actually, I'm glad to find you here," she said, shyly fingering the waist of her long blue button-down dress. "See, I've had something on my mind for a few years"¦ something troubling me"¦ and I truly feel you are the only person who can help me."
Snape's brow furrowed. He couldn't even begin to imagine what she meant. "Indeed?" was all he could think to ask.
"Yes, sir"¦ And I've puzzled over it for so long. Finally I came to a conclusion"¦ the only way to be
free of this problem and move on is"¦ to confront it and embrace it."
"That sounds most"¦ sensible." And very typically Ravenclaw, he thought. They had the tendency for studious minds and a psychological approach to most things.
"I'm so glad you agree with me," she said, and approached with a sudden predatory look in her eyes that alarmed him. "Because only when I finally live out my fantasy will it stop haunting my dreams"¦"
Snape was so startled he didn't even stop her when she wrapped both arms around him and kissed him. After a few moments of delicious tongue exploring his mouth, he found the presence of mind to pull himself from her grasp and tug his robes tightly around himself with a befuddled sneer.
"What, Miss Rothschild, in Merlin's name do you think you're doing?" he demanded hoarsely.
"Trying to live out that fantasy I mentioned," she smiled and lowered her eyes primly again. "Can only a Slytherin girl think of her Potions Professor in such a"¦ carnal way?"
He hesitated. "I"¦ I suppose not." He cautiously began to unfold himself. "This was mostly"¦ unexpected."
"But not distasteful?" There was a look of small hope on her face.
Snape had a trace of a smile now. "It would never be that. How could anyone, even the dour Professor Snape, find such a charming girl's attentions distasteful? It is"¦ flattering."
She blossomed then, face alight. "Thank goodness. I was afraid something was truly wrong with me. I've dated lots of guys, some of them I wanted to be more serious with, but"¦ kept having thoughts of you." She sighed at herself. "I kept pining on like a silly schoolgirl, in secret. And it kept me from giving myself completely to anyone."
Snape was instantly cautious again. Was this girl trying to convince herself she was in love with him? He quickly patted his pockets, and realized with dread he'd forgotten his wand. She was almost scaring him with her ardor.
She saw the expression of suspicion and panic, and laughed aloud, a very sane and normal laugh. "Oh, I'm sorry! That sounded rather like I'm a raving nutter, didn't it? I've been going to Muggle college and majoring in Psychology, as you may be guessing now. Unfortunately, I tend to think aloud when I come to a revelation about myself." She smiled up at his slowly relaxing face. "No worries, Professor Snape. I have no wish to ensnare you. And I'm not so foolish as to think you're my shining knight. I'm looking for someone more my own age, and something a bit more normal when it all comes down to it."
Now his expression went to rigid and almost insulted. "Then you should get on with it, by all means. Don't let me, the unshining, abnormal, ancient old man stand in your way."
She laughed again, but not unkindly. "Oh, you cannot make me believe you're so horrid. I saw what you were reading, and I saw your face when you were reading it."
He froze and narrowed his eyes. "Blackmail, is it?"
"Oh, hardly. I'm just saying that I know you've a soft spot somewhere deep inside that cold and harsh exterior." Her smile began to warm the room itself. "And I must say"¦ I rather like it. Makes me feel that I wasn't so mentally challenged when I fantasized about you."
He felt his brain reeling, and crossed his arms. "So what was the purpose of that kiss? And the questioning of your desirability?"
"An experiment, a test of myself. And also, a decision to be made. I still"¦ find myself wanting to be"¦ closer to you"¦ if only for a few moments"¦" She looked shy again.
"You are a positive conundrum, Miss Rothschild," he said with soft bewilderment. "And what makes you think I wish to be the guinea pig in your little experiment?"
"Well"¦ I did notice that my kiss caused a rather prominent reaction." She arched her brows and smiled, glancing down at his groin.
Unsettled, he huffed, "I'm only a man, after all."
"And a very intriguing, mysterious, moody, troubled man," she said, and each word brought her a step closer. "One who cultivates an attitude that says two things"¦ "˜stay away, I'm dangerous and unreachable'"¦ but also "˜please touch me, please soothe my worries'"¦"
"You are well suited to the field of Psychology," he said a little breathlessly, as she was inches from him now. "But you cannot fix my troubles with a kiss or whatever else you seem to be offering."
"I know that. I'm not trying to solve you. That is for you to do. I'm trying to solve myself, and to see if you'll allow me to borrow you for a little while to do it"¦" She reached out and played with the buttons of his long coat, and he didn't stop her.
"You are a most strange one," he said softly, "and I'm not sure this is a such a grand scheme."
"Yes, it is," she said, unfastening the topmost button, "because there is one barrier I shan't allow you to cross. That I save for when I truly fall in love." She met his eyes with total sincerity now. "I have longed to touch you, to explore the man hidden behind such strictness"¦ but not to be possessed by you. I am still a virgin, and I intend to leave here in the same state."
His brows raised. "This game grows complex"¦"
"You like complicated," she said with certainty, releasing the last of his coat buttons.
"Yes. But why should I take part in this?" His voice dropped an octave, as they both knew he wasn't going to argue with any true conviction.
"Pleasure. Mutual pleasure. A chance to spend time with a willing warm body"¦"
"You imagine me so very desperate?"
"Not remotely. I imagine you can, if you so desired, seduce almost anything on two legs," she whispered, running her hands under the coat and across the high-collaredte ste shirt he wore. She could feel the rising heat of his body through the silken fabric, but when she reached for the buttons to this garment, his hands came up to stop her.
"We had perhaps better find another, more suitable location," he murmured. The look on his face was controlled, unreadable. But the flames in his black eyes said enough.
"No worries," she said softly. "I locked the library doors on my way in, and sealed them with a spell to prevent anyone from being interested in books today. No one will disturb us."
The hell with it, Snape thought. So she was a Ravenclaw instead of the usual Slytherin. So he was being rapidly seduced by a second girl in as many days. He'd never been that lucky before, and he'd be damned if he turned it down just because she wanted to psychoanalyze him. If need be, he'd play along then zap her with a little Memory Charm afterward.
The window seat was wide enough for two bodies to be comfortable together. Within moments, Annabel was completely undressed and blushing, but eager. Snape had shed his boots and coat, and stood before her now in trousers and unbuttoned shirt. For just a moment, as he looked down at her through tousled long hair, he could see her view of him. He looked like the rakish sullen hero of the typical romance novel.
Before he could let himself snort with derision, he knelt before the nude girl, smoothly spreading her thighs with his hands as he did. He said in his low mellifluous voice, "I shan't hurt you, nor do anything you do not wish."
"Okay," was all she managed to breathe, before his face sank down between her legs. Moaning weakly, she leaned back onto the cushions and wallowed in the sensation of Snape's hot mouth on her pussy.
He started slowly, a puff of heated breath over the sensitive skin, then a darting tongue between the delicate folds of flesh. Gradually, as she sank deeper into euphoria, he had set a pace by flickering both lips and tongue with calculation over her swelling clit.
"Oh"¦ Professor"¦" she gasped, "that is divine"¦ It feels"¦ like you're putting a spell on me"¦"
"Not quite," he chuckled, letting his fingertips take over for a moment, "but I was spelling out the Greek alphabet down here. I was up to Sigma when you interrupted. I may have to start again"¦"
"Oh yes! Please do!" she whimpered.
When he reached Kappa, she was breathing rapidly and running her fingers through his hair. When he got to Omicron, her hips bucked and he had to pin them down with both hands. She came with a scream at Tau, but he kept going to Omega just to spite her, as she moaned for mercy.
Finally he raised his head and regarded her with dark amusement. "Alas I have worn you out with a simple language lesson. And now I am positively miserable with need myself"¦"
She blushed furiously. "I really don't want to "¦ do everything"¦"
"I know. And we shan't violate that wish. Perhaps a reversal of the lesson?" He stood and began to unbutton his trousers, and she smiled and nodded willingly.
But when she saw the size of his cock, she blanched. "Big"¦," she whispered. "I'm not"¦ sure I can handle the lesson quite as effectively"¦ but I'll try"¦"
He sympathized. She was a mere virgin and had gotten herself into something far more than she'd really expected. "Well, there is another alternative," he said softly, stroking her blond hair, and then her lovely full breasts. "You are very well-endowed, Miss Rothschild. We could manage a different angle to this experiment."
She frowned a little in confusion, then her eyes lit with understanding and she nodded again, smiling. Just to be kind (and because she really wanted to) she did kiss and lick his cock very nicely first, until it was shimmering and throbbing with desire.
A little repositioning and he was straddling her midriff, as she pushed her breasts together to cradle his cock. It was quite a view she had"¦ the darkness of his hair made a ragged curtain as his his face, his eyes now closed with concentration as he carefully, systematically pumped his hips above her chest. His shirt, still on, flowed about him and grew damp with sweat. The sight was turning her on badly.
As before, he started slowly, to allow her time to adjust to the feeling. But soon she was enjoying it greatly. The sheer heat of his cock, not just the friction alone could cause that"¦ the warmth seemed to seep through her breastbone and into her lungs. She moaned softly, and he opened his eyes briefly to see that she was all right, and smile in pleasure at her.
He leaned his weight harder onto his arms, balancing against the wall, as he felt the build-up toward climax. She was still moaning gently, genuinely seeming to enjoy herself. And he was glad. When the orgasm gripped him, he tried not to push too hard against her breasts, but the semen shot forth, splashing between her fingers and onto her chin. She gasped at the rush of heat, then sighed and giggled.
All too soon, he'd climbed off and was conjuring tissues to clean the cng png puddle on her body. "I realize it is less than "˜romantic' to hasten into our clothes," he said gently as he did so, "but I trust this experiment is complete?"
"Yes sir," she said with a smaller voice, as she pulled her dress together and did up the buttons, eyes down now. "I'll unseal the library and we can go our separate ways. No problem"¦"
Before she could walk away, he took her shoulders then her face between his hands. He brushed his lips softly against her own, just a small kiss, but lingering. "Don't go away angry, Miss Rothschild. Just remember what we both have said. I'm not a shining knight. I'm not your own age. And I'm certainly not normal." There was a trace of a smile again on his somber face. "But I am a man. And"¦ the man appreciates the attentions of a lovely young lady, with enough virtue to save herself for the one she can love."
Her heart stayed firmly in her chest. But her mind understood what it always had. He was the romantic tragic hero. And one day he would prove it to everyone. She kissed his cheek quickly, smiling, and whispered, "Thanks for memories, Professor." And then she walked out of the silent library, leaving him alone again.
It was then he realized that he still had no wand, and hadn't cast a Memory Charm on her after all. Well, shit, he thought. He'd just have to trust a Ravenclaw to keep a secret. Better chance of that than with a Slytherin.
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NOTES:
-TIME-FRAME. My little tales of titillation are meant to take place during the years prior to Harry's arrival at Hogwarts. These are meant to be miscellanous girls that no one else would know about, all very much of legal age, long graduated before the books were written, and all long before Voldemort arises again. Just thought Snape should be having SOME fun in the meantime. ;) They are are also not meant to be taken at all seriously, or even in conjunction with other stories I write about Snape.
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-HILARITY. Snape reading romance novels! Bahahaha! Yeah right!