Troublesome

Weekends did not last nearly long enough for Severus. He’d spent the weekend holed up in his quarters, dreading Monday. Monday the sixth year Slytherins and Ravenclaws had double potions. It wasn’t that he hated teaching; no he rather enjoyed it especially when he had Gryffindors to bully, but it was more due to the fact that he didn’t want to face Evelyn Hewitt. Not after the previous Friday when she suggested performing oral sex on him. He had a feeling the tension would be almost unbearable.

After printing the instructions on the black board and giving a short lecture, he sat behind his desk, grading papers, ignoring any question that was directed at him. He did not look up until the bell rang. To his relief, Evelyn was already gone. His relief was short lived how ever as she stepped back through the door after the last student had left. She shut the door behind her and approached him, carefully.

“Can I help you, Miss Hewitt?” he grumbled but didn’t look at her. He shifted papers around on his desk, trying to keep his eyes and hands busy.

“I just wanted to say that I was sorry for the other night,” she said, sitting her book bag down by her feet. “I just hope that I haven’t scarred you for life.”

“I’ve already obliviated myself, Miss Hewitt, and you’d do well by dropping it and moving on with your life.”

“Right, well, I really am sorry. I was upset and I don’t want you to think that I’m that kind of girl.” He looked up at her. She was biting her lip again; it seemed to be a trait of hers.

“And do permit me to ask you exactly what you mean by ‘that kind of girl,’” he asked, his lip curling. Evelyn’s frown sagged deeper.

“The kind of girl that does sexual favors to get what she wants out of life.”

“I do believe that this discussion is over, Miss Hewitt. As you can see,” he gestured around his cluttered desk. “I’ve got work to do.”

“The offer still stands, Professor.”

And with that, she picked up her book bag and hurried out of the room before he could get another word in.

***

His dreams that night were filled with scenes of her in different stages of undress. He woke up several times during the night and had to drink several glasses of water in order to calm down. He would not touch himself to a scene filled with a student. It was wrong and it made him feel like a dirty pervert. It made him feel old. She was so young and he was old enough to be her father. It wasn’t right in the least.

He fell back asleep again, but only to dream vividly about the way her warm mouth would feel upon his flesh. Immediately, he woke again, wondering if the torment would ever stop.

Upon entering the Great Hall on Tuesday morning, Severus felt nothing but tired. A nice cup of coffee would cure it, and he promptly poured himself a mug, mulling over his dreams. Professor Trelawney was babbling to him about something that he probably didn’t care about, but still he tried to focus on what she was telling him, but he was afraid that what ever she was telling him would send him into a state of slumber where Miss Hewitt would invade his mind. He didn’t know which was worse; enduring a long winded explanation and a meaning of a dream that Trelawney had the night before or trying to figure out what his own meant. He didn’t want to think about them; it was asking too much. But no matter how hard he try to think about something different, Evelyn’s face would appear, her mouth ready and willing to please him.

With out thinking, he found her in the crowd. While other students were busy trying to finish their homework and messing around with their friends, Evelyn sat by her self, the nearest person a whole six chairs away from her. She was spooning porridge in to her mouth absent mindedly while she read a letter, a frown etched on her face.

It was probably from her parents.

Bugger.

Now he really felt guilty. Because he’d denied her one simple request, she was going to have to spend the rest of her life married to a faceless man that she probably didn’t know. It shouldn’t have mattered, but it did for some reason.

She looked up at him, meeting his eyes. She put the letter down and turned away from him, her shoulders slumped. It was the unmistakable stance of some one who’d been defeated.

Now he really had to help her.

Double Bugger.

***

“Miss Hewitt,” he called at her back. She turned. “A word please?”

Evelyn took a seat at a desk that stood directly in front of his desk. Once the last student was gone, he pointed his wand at the door, shutting it and locking it.

“Your parents,” he said slowly. “Surely they do not know about your essay.”

Evelyn studied him for a moment, trying to find the right words to say with out getting into trouble.

“They requested that every single paper of mine that gets graded is reported to them. They know.”

Severus was quiet. He was hoping the letter was something else, perhaps a relative died.

“Very well, I will write them and tell them that I have reviewed your essay once more and have decided to change the grade.”

Evelyn said nothing to him, but stared at the desk top.

“I do not wish to see your life get washed away on my accord.”

“And in return?”

It was Severus’ turn to be silent. It was so easy to tell her that yes; he’d like nothing more than to receive a sloppy blow job from her. It was also hard because the consequences could be dire and if he were to get caught in the act, he would have to hang himself.

Even though he was no longer a Death Eater, he still thought like one. He did not like giving away anything because everything had a price. If he changed her grade for no absolute reason, he might as well just start wearing cheery robes in his class room and take his students out on field trips. He did not want to be known as a “cool” teacher. He’d worked very hard to be feared by the school’s population in general and if he was going to risk his reputation, he wouldn’t want it to be in vain.

“In return I want you to stop by my office at eight o’ clock sharp and we shall discuss it then.”

An inward battle was being fought in his mind. If he could put it off as long as possible, he might be able to come up with a tactic that didn’t involve partaking in sexual activities with a student.

“Thank you, Professor,” she whispered.

***

There still wasn’t anything for her to do. Well, except that.

He really hadn’t wanted to come to that.

Not really.

Well, if it came to that, he’d try and enjoy it.

He looked at her, standing in his office, dead silent.

He had at least hoped she’d change out of her school uniform. She hadn’t. The ruddy wool skirt seemed even more condemning on her. He hadn’t given them a second thought until then.

“Take these books back to the library,” he said, picking up a random stack of books from off his desk, handing them to her. She opened the cover on the first one in the stacked and examined it.

“Sir, these belong to you. Your name is printed in the cover,” she said, handing the first book back to him for inspection. Indeed, his name was printed in his handwriting in the yellowing cover of the book. Why was he so damn possessive? Was any student gutsy enough to steal one of his books from his office that was locked when he wasn’t in there? Besides, kids didn’t want to read anymore, with the exception of maybe Granger and she wasn’t a common thief, well if the cause was selfish she wasn’t anyway.

“Indeed they are,” he muttered, cursing the day for allowing him the chance to live. His eyes searched around the office, looking for anything out of place, hoping to find something. Not a speck of dust was out of place.

“You don’t have to do this,” Evelyn murmured. “You’re torturing yourself. I’m sure I can learn to be happy with whom or what my parents will choose for me to marry.”

An escape route; she’d given him the key. But still, it wasn’t right. He’d still feel guilty.

“I’m sorry Miss Hewitt, but I just can’t allow that to happen.”

Even if it meant the end of his teaching career. Even if it meant that he could never get a job anywhere else. A very large price to pay for a student he hadn’t even given a thought about and few moments of pleasure, the likes of which he hadn’t felt in a very…very…long time.

He shot a glance at the door, hoping some one would come in and interrupt. Five seconds and he would be stuck, he wouldn’t have a choice. Five seconds passed with out a word and no one popped in suddenly through the door. He sighed. Life just wasn’t easy. Damn his conscious. Damn it all. He was Severus effing Snape, he didn’t just hand out help. He wouldn’t just hand out help.

He could report her parents to the Domestic Department at the Ministry of Magic.

No, some one had done the same on him but had they done anything? No. They poked their noses where it shouldn’t have been and still found nothing wrong with his father. No, he had to take things into his own hands that time. And this time, it would be the same.

He liked to think that he was a good man, or at least honorable in his own sadistic, selfish way, and in a way he was. But he didn’t feel very good or honorable as he beckoned the girl. No, he felt rather queasy and even more so when the girl obeyed him.

Well, if he was going to do this, she needed to remove the robe at least. He implied that she should take it off with his hand, and she shook the black robe from her shoulders, leaving her in her blouse tie and skirt. The tie would have to go. He removed it himself, picking up the robes and folding them, leaving the tie sitting on top of them.

“You won’t regret this, Professor,” she whispered.

Of course he’d regret it. He wasn’t a pervert. He hadn’t wanted it to come to that. And now that it had, it didn’t seem so bad. Really, it was for a good cause.

It took all of his strength to reach down to try and unbutton his pants. Once the last button was undone, he pulled them down, underwear and all, around his ankles. He didn’t look at her as she bent down in front of him and went to work.

Sweet merciful Jesus, there was no turning back now.

Sorry, nothing too graphic yet, but as the story progresses and I can find a comfortable flow, it will become increasingly graphic. Please review, I do respond.