Snape in a Bottle ~ Editing

Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to JKR. All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
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Chapter 2 ~ An Understanding

Severus began to sort through Terese’s memories. There was a wedding to a tall, lean muggle, Terese working in some kind of office involving a lot of talking on tellyphones and tapping on keyboards and staring at a rectangular box with a lighted screen full of different images, numbers and letters on it.

Then she was home cooking, cleaning, doing very mundane acts, talking to her husband who was staring at another rectangular box with an annoyed expression on his face. This box was full of men in helmets .running into each other and catching a strangely shaped ball. The object of the strange game seemed to be killing each other.

Then there were several images of her making love to her husband in the missionary position. It was easy to see it was pattern sex, the kind that occurred between two people familiar with each other. Sex between partners who were friends, good but not earthshaking.

There were subtle changes in the witch that showed the wizard time was passing. Then he came to a memory of Teresa sitting in a dark room in her nightgown staring at words on a screen and squirming in her chair. It was late at night, and she was alone…her eyes seeming to glow with desire as she licked her lips…

Suddenly hundreds of images hit the wizard at once, and what the Potions Master saw rivaled any Revel he had ever attended. There was a lot of fucking going on. Severus looked closer and was stunned to see that he was apparently the one doing the all the fucking. The shocked wizard peered closer and saw to his horror that the woman he was driving across beds, ramming against walls and fucking in niches was no other than his student, Hermione Granger. In most instances, she appeared older than what she was, but a few had her screeching his name as she was now, barely eighteen. The young witch apparently loved his randy attentions in almost every example, though he did see one or two situations where he was forcing himself on her.

Then the image changed, and it was no longer Hermione Granger he was fucking, but the woman sitting next to him. Terese. And the muggle was performing fellatio, getting twisting into pretzels and roundly buggered by him, the Potions Master burying his cock in her ass to the hilt as she howled.

Then he saw Terese staring up at a very large full moon and a streak of light pass through the face of it. Then he witnessed her pushing and pinching her husband and climbing into bed, followed by tumbling off the couch in his study and hiding.

Severus pulled out of Terese’s mind, his cock swollen in reaction to what he had witnessed in the muggle’s mind. Where had she seen such things? The wizard thought they seemed more than fantasies, they were so detailed and captured his ardor almost perfectly. He was rough on pussy, but how would this muggle woman know that…and what was more, did she want what he saw in her mind?

Terese was redder than a beet. She had witnessed what the Potions Master saw and at first was very relieved the memories were so mundane. But when all the lemons from all the fanfics she’d read burst out in a cascade of pumping buttocks, jerking bodies and shrieking females, she wished she could just curl up and die. Especially when the shrieking female turned from Hermione into her.

The wizard looked at the muggle woman.

“I have never touched Hermione Granger,” he said to Teresa, his brows furrowed, “Or you either. Yet I cannot deny that was myself I witnessed fucking both of you, down to the last scar and stroke. You must explain this to me. This was more than fantasy. Why would you imagine me with Hermione Granger? She is little more than a child and not my type in any case.”

His dark eyes washed over her again, and Teresa noticed he hadn’t said she wasn’t his type. She stared at him.

“Muggle, you can talk can’t you?” he snarled at her suddenly.

“Yes,” Teresa responded, wishing she could get some volume in her voice. She sounded like a mouse. The Potions Master didn’t appreciate weakness, according to the stories anyway.

“Then I suggest you start explaining,” he said darkly, fingering his wand. “Or I will give you veritaserum. Do you know what that is?”

Terese nodded.

“Truth serum,” she replied.

Shit, she didn’t want him to give her that. She’d probably tell him how she fantasized about him constantly. Yes, he had seen it in her mind, but still…telling him would be so much worse. It was too delicious to think about.

“Good. You understand that much. Now talk. What was that I saw?” he asked.

“Stories I’ve read about you…with you starring as a kind of sex god. They’re written by authors who have a fascination with you as a man. They contain a lot of sex scenes with Hermione Granger, but most of the women who read it are imagining themselves with you. You have quite a fan base,” Terese explained. “There are hundreds, maybe thousands of stories about you, and thousands of women lose themselves in them.”

Severus looked rather stunned as he absorbed this. He arched an eyebrow at her.

“But why Hermione Granger? There are other witches,” he said to Terese. “More experienced and closer to my age.”

“It’s because she is so brilliant, odd and mature for her age, as well as inquisitive. It’s thought she would logically be attracted to you because of your brilliance, skill, life experience and dark sensuality. Boys wouldn’t satisfy a witch like her. Plus, she’s a bit of a masochist, and your…your kind of sex is what she needs,” Teresa said, wanting to add it was what most women needed, but she didn’t dare. “Her brilliance, innocence and loyalty are what attracted you as well. In most stories, you deflower her.”

Severus absorbed this as well. He looked thoughtful. It did make a kind of perverse sense. He would have to watch Miss Granger a bit more closely for any signs of attraction to him. She was eighteen after all, and not a bad looking little bit of fluff. He smirked evilly for a moment, Terese feeling as if she would faint at the look on his face. Just like in the stories. God.

Terese had no idea she had just put the stuff of fanfiction into motion. Up to this point Severus hadn’t thought of Hermione in any other way than as an annoying know-it-all who would soon be out of his hair at graduation. Now, the wheels for something more had been set in motion. He looked at the muggle.

“And who writes these stories?” he asked her, cocking his head a bit.

“Authors in my world. Mostly women I think. Many aren’t true writers but you inspire so much passion they still try to write about you. Some stories are perfectly awful, but many are quite good,” Terese replied.

“Your world,” the Professor repeated.

Then he stood up and looked down at her imperiously for a moment.

“Where are you from and what year?” he asked walking over to his bookshelf and extracting a huge tome.

“America. The year two thousand and six,” she answered, looking at the enormous book curiously as Severus carried it over to his desk and sat down, opening it.

He looked up at her.

“Currently, it is the year nineteen ninety eight in my world. So you are from the future, if not another universe entirely. What is your full name and what day was it when you appeared here?”

“Terese Amanda Elderberry. It was May first,” Terese replied, wondering why the wizard wanted to know all this.

“Elderberry, Elderberry,” Severus repeated under his breath, leafing through the book. Finally he stopped on a page and looked up at Terese.

“Come over here,” he said.

Terese stood up and walked toward the wizard, aware of his eyes resting on her silk nightie. Her dark nipples were visible through the silk. His eyes dropped to her bare legs and feet for a moment before resting on her face again. Terese blushed, wondering if he were thinking about her fantasies.

Severus turned the book to face her. On the large yellowed page was an image of a large tree, with very small writing under the branches. The page was titled: Elderberry Family Tree.

“What is this?” she asked him.

“What is your ethnic ancestry?” Severus shot back at her.

“English, French and German,” Terese answered automatically.

The wizard looked at her consideringly.

“Touch your fingertip to the title,” he directed.

Terese slowly put her hand forward and gently touched her finger to the yellow parchment. A tingling started in her body and she watched amazed as the tree began to glow blue and sprouted new branches, names appearing beneath them. The last name was her own.

She looked at Severus, who turned the book around and studied it.

“As I suspected. You have wizarding blood,” he said to her, “Most likely extremely diluted.”

Severus traced the tree with a long finger, studying the names. Next to the names were designations of witch, wizard or squib.

“Your line branches from a squib who married a muggle, who also sired a squib. It seems a pattern of muggle marriage followed and no new magical blood was introduced to your line, and as a result all magical ability apparently disappeared or became latent. You say it was May first?” Severus asked her.

“Yes,” Terese said, stunned that she had a magical ancestry. “Do you mean to say I’m a witch?”

Severus shook his head.

“No. I don’t believe you are. I think the full moon crossed by a wishing star at midnight on May Day brought you to Hogwarts. What were you wishing when the star crossed the moon?” he asked her, his eyes glittering a bit. He had an idea.

Terese blushed and looked at the floor.

“You’re not a child, woman…a far cry from it based on what I saw in your mind…now tell me…what were you wishing for when the star crossed the moon?” the Potions Master hissed at her.

“I was wishing you were real,” Terese replied softly, meeting his eyes.

Severus considered her, and closed the book.

“May Day is traditionally a day of fertility, celebrated by the sexual union of the gods Diana and Herne, also known as the Queen of May and Robin Goodfellow. Men and women would re-enact their mating ritual,” he said to her silkily, rising from behind his desk and walking around it. He stood very close to the now quaking woman. He placed a pale finger under her chin and raised it, studying her face.

“I believe, Terese that your unrequited desire for me combined with your latent powers which were enhanced by the wishing star delivered you to my quarters with the intention that we…celebrate…May Day in the established manner,” he said to the woman silkily.

Oh dear God.

Terese felt a gush roll between her thighs. Damn, now she knew how Hermione must have felt. Her whole body was tingling.

Then she though of Val. Her husband. She had never been unfaithful to her husband. But damn…this was Severus Snape, the sex god, the stuff of fantasies…the original rough-rider. Here in the flesh, mere inches from her saying she was here to be fucked.

But Val. Sweet Val, hogging the covers at home, probably not even aware she was gone.

Severus saw a little of the heat go out of her eyes. It was as he thought. She was a married woman after all, thrown into an impossible situation. He caught her by the shoulders. They were quite soft and smooth and the woman trembled under his touch. It wouldn’t take much to seduce her. She was here for a reason after all. He turned her toward the couch.

“Let us discuss this…situation,” he purred, guiding Terese back to the couch and sitting her down. The woman looked dazed and confused. Severus could smell her arousal, but feel her hesitance. He sat down next to her.

“Terese, answer me honestly,” he said to the witch, “Have you ever been unfaithful to your husband?”

“No,” she said in a small voice, twisting her hands on her lap.

Severus covered and stilled them with one strong warm, long-fingered hand. Terese stared down at it. He did have beautiful hands.

“Do you want to be unfaithful to him?” he asked her softly.

“No…it’s not that I want to be unfaithful to Val…I just…just want some excitement, some passion, true passion. I want…I want to be completely satisfied…worn out. Aching.” she said in a babbling stream.

Realizing the intimate nature of what she had just admitted to the wizard, Terese looked terribly embarrassed.

“And you believe I could do that for you?” Severus asked her, his dark eyes intense.

He certainly could wear the woman out. She was quite attractive and built like he liked. Small, curvaceous, easy to twist about.

“Yes,” she admitted.

He looked at her.

“I am very tempted to fulfill your fantasy Terese. It’s been a very long time for me and I find you alluring, particularly since I’ve seen what you want and how you want it,” the Potions Master said, his eyes drifting over her again.

Terese felt her belly twist into tight knots.

Val.

“However,” he continued, “I don’t believe you really want me…it is passion you want. I believe that you want it from your husband. Here in the wizarding world we marry for life…and although I don’t foresee any happy union for myself, if I did marry…I would want my wife to remain loyal to me, and not give herself to any other man. I imagine your husband feels the same way. I don’t want to be the one to mar your relationship, despite how delicious I find you.”

He was turning her down. Terese hung her head, ashamed that she had even thought about fucking the wizard. Severus once again lifted her chin with a pale finger.

“Don’t be ashamed for wanting passion, Terese. I saw you with your husband. How sex between you has lost its spark. You’re not an old woman. All women deserve to be pleasured thoroughly by their lovers. It seems to me your husband needs a reminder,” the wizard said.

Severus stood up, looked at Terese, then began to unbutton his robes, Terese watching him, her belly tight. The stories described this as well, but watching the Potions Master disrobe was so much more than words could describe.

Severus slipped his robes off. He wore a white shirt and black trousers underneath. He swooped the robes around Terese’s shoulders and covered her with them.

“Wait here,” he said, striding to the study wall and pulling on a book. The wall rose and he walked through.

Terese clutched the robes around her and sniffed them.

The stories were right.

Sandalwood.

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Severus sorted through the bottles in his private stores, searching of a special elixir. He finally found it against the back wall, covered in dust. He pulled it out and blew the dust off the label.

One word was written there.

Shadow.

Yes, that was it.

Severus exited his stores and warded it, then walked to his lab. He scourgified a bowl and poured the elixir into it. It was a deep black and smelled of licorice.

The Potions Master plucked a lank hair out of his head and dropped it into the bowl. The elixir bubbled and turned gray. Severus then pulled out his wand, rolled up his sleeve and pressed the tip against a vein in his arm, opening it and let several drops of his blood fall into the liquid. It bubbled again, this time turning clear and odorless.

As he healed the small wound, Severus thought about Terese. She was a lovely woman and arrived quite accessible. But the Potions Master believed she was also a good, loyal wife to her husband up to this point and despite the belief of others, he did have an honorable side. If Terese had told him she had cheated on her husband before, he might have fucked her…she would have already been tainted. But he wouldn’t be the man to make her break her marriage vows. It was very bad luck in the magical world to do so. Besides, all the woman wanted was the fire back in her marriage bed. He could help her there. After all she had traveled back years and most likely over universes to find him. He wouldn’t send her away with nothing.

Severus Snape was a decent man, though he would have hexed Albus himself before admitting it. He opened a drawer and took out a bottle and small funnel. He scourgified them then placed the end of the funnel into the neck of the bottle and tipped the bowl into it, filling the bottle up and capping it with a cork. He placed the bottle in his pocket and cleaned up his workspace. He exited his lab and returned to his study.

Terese was curled up in his robes, the black fabric pressed against her face. He looked at her. She looked a bit like he imagined Hermione would in a few years, except Terese’s hair was straight and she had freckles on her nose. Yes, he would have to pay more attention to the Gryffindor witch.

“Terese?” he said.

Terese quickly pulled his robes from her face and looked embarrassed again. She had been breathing in his scent, trying to memorize it. Severus took the bottle out of his pocket.

“You can’t have me, but you can have this. Pour it into your husband’s drink the next time you two have a few hours alone. It will spark him. He will be all you want him to be,” the wizard said soberly. “Hopefully, he will continue to be so.”

Terese took the potion.

“Thank you,” she said softly, her eyes resting on his face. Acting on impulse she suddenly asked him, “Can I…can I at least kiss you?”

Severus looked at the woman. Dangerous ground, muggle. Very dangerous. But her eyes were pleading.

“A small kiss, perhaps. No tongue,” the wizard replied, looking at her severely. “I don’t want to have to wank off after you leave.”

“When will I leave?” Terese asked.

“I assume when your business with me is completed. Wishing star magic is temporary, and you don’t have the magical signature necessary to stay here,” he said, leaning closer to the woman.

Teresa leaned closer too, and pressed her lips against the wizard’s mouth, which was soft, and warm. Severus moved his lips against hers, then captured her lower lip and suckled it gently. God, he could kiss.

Teresa moved instinctively closer, her arms rising and wrapping around his neck, as she attempted to deepen the kiss. Severus felt the woman’s tongue licking at his lips and against his better judgment, he opened his mouth to receive her. It had been so, so long.

Suddenly there was a pop and the muggle was gone.

Severus blinked at the empty space in front of him for a moment, then decided it was just as well Terese went back to wherever she came from when she did.

Things were starting to get a bit hot.

The Potions Master picked up his robes and headed for his bedroom looking thoughtful.

Hermione Granger, eh? Interesting.

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A/N: Verrrrrry interesting. So Terese didn’t get to screw Severus, but he gave her a potion for her husband. Wonder how it will work? Let’s find out. Please review.

A/N/N: You know, I decided to keep this story 'relationship-friendly'. I think most of us, although we are very drawn to the character of Severus, still love our own partners very much. We would be happy with a great performance from them :) So for those of you who wondered why I didn't have Severus do Terese, that's why. Plus, it's nice to see him do the honorable thing sometimes in the face of temptation. :)