Trysts With Quidam

Trysts With Quidam

Chapter 1: Vendredi

Severus stalked the deserted corridors of Hogwarts in search of non-Slytherin miscreants. The school had reopened six months prior, and he was just beginning to feel comfortable in his new role of deputy headmaster. With the help of the Wizarding community, it had taken only a few months to repair the castle. Most of the students had returned to the school, and a majority of the seventh year students from the previous term had returned, as well. Severus was still in charge of Slytherin House, and it greatly troubled him to know that his house had suffered the most losses. Slytherin was only half the size of Gryffindor, but he was relieved that his godson had been among those returning to complete their studies.

As head boy, Draco Malfoy was one of his most trusted students. Severus was very proud of the young man, and he could tell that Draco respected him and learned much from their private lessons. The head boy and the head girl both took private lessons from Severus because they were assigned to him as lab assistants. When the students weren’t working on restocking Poppy’s medicinal potions and grading papers, they enjoyed experimenting with extra assignments in Advanced Potions. Becoming a mentor to Draco had been Severus’ salvation. As soon as he realized that he could be a positive influence in the boy’s life, he started to care about his own life.

The only problem that Severus had difficulty helping Draco to solve was his obsession with the head girl. The situation was awkward for Severus because he had never been in a successful relationship with a woman. The young man was obsessed with her, and she was completely oblivious to that fact. She was always in the company of Ron Weasley, and she seemed content with him. Severus noticed that Draco would constantly stare at the girl, but he thought it best not to interfere unless he was asked for advice. Lucius Malfoy would surely disown his son for being infatuated with the war heroine and Muggle-born, Hermione Granger.

As Severus continued his midnight stroll, he thought more about the head girl. She seemed to be terrified of him, and he never understood the fear in her eyes. She was always extremely quiet around him, and she never questioned his orders. If he assigned her a task, she was quick to obey. She had never been timid around him before the war, but he suspected that the final battle had something to do with the shift in her personality. He knew that she respected him, but he wasn’t satisfied with her respect. The problem was that he no longer wanted to be feared. He would always be a strict professor, but he was beginning to want more out of teaching than he did before the war. There were only a few competent professors at Hogwarts, and he was one of them. He was determined to fill the empty minds of the Wizarding youth.

Hermione Granger’s attitude towards him made him feel uneasy, and he wasn’t quite sure what to make of her. He tried not to notice that she had become a beautiful young woman, but that was nearly impossible to do with Draco constantly fawning over her. It wasn’t just her view of him that bothered Severus. He was also tired of all women thinking him scary and repulsive. She was in his office every day, so she served as a reminder of what the entire female population had thought of him for most of his life. Celibacy may have worked for him before the war, but he had no intention of wasting his second chance at a normal existence. Severus was finally ready to invite a woman into his life.

The cigar in Severus’ pocket had to be high quality because it was a gift from Lucius, and he suddenly wanted to light it. At a brisk pace, he climbed the stairs up to the Astronomy Tower. Adolescent lovers frequently used the tower late at night, so the sound of his heels hitting the stone steps was virtually nonexistent. His years as a spy had taught him stealth. However, he was disappointed when he emerged onto the tower because it was actually deserted. His disappointment didn’t last for long, however, because he ventured out into the chilly night air and lit his cigar.

After devoting a moment in admiration of the crystalline stars, Severus inhaled a breathe of fresh air and turned his gaze to the castle’s grounds. He puffed on his cigar while looking out towards the Forbidden Forest. He thought that he saw a unicorn just outside of the tree line, but it disappeared in a flash. His eyes studied the spot for a few minutes before moving towards Hagrid’s hut. A faint flicker of candlelight was barely noticeable through one of the windowpanes.

Severus stared at it in alarmed curiosity.

Hagrid was on a two-week holiday to France, and no one else had permission to enter the house during his absence. He had taken his dog with him, and Minerva was accepting his post, so there was no reason for anyone to be in his home.

A sigh of annoyance escaped the professor’s lips when he realized that he needed to cut his smoking break short in order to investigate the strange happening.

He inspected every aspect of the school’s grounds as he made his way across the lawn. His penetrating eyes bore into the night’s vast shadows in an effort to find anything or anyone suspicious. When his body’s adrenaline kicked in, a wave of excitement quickened his step. Severus had always been addicted to the rush provided by the risky business of spying, and he’d been denying himself a proper fix for far too long. As he approached the gamekeeper’s humble dwelling, he slowed his advance and glided up to an open window at the back of the hut. He heard what sounded like muffled voices coming from within.

The sight that greeted Severus caused him to emit an audible gasp of panic and stumble back several steps. While kneeling down, he closed his eyes and placed his hands over them. He needed to get a grip on his emotions and calm his sudden dizziness because he was definitely going to need his wits about him in order to figure out his situation.

Standing on the other side of the window was a very naked image of Severus Snape, and an unidentified woman was servicing him. Without a stitch of clothing covering his pale skin, the impostor reveled in the pleasure of the moment. Long, elegant fingers buried themselves in the woman’s flowing locks while using her hair as leverage to guide her bobbing movements. Angry red marks claw marks decorated his thighs and outshone the sprinkling of older scars all over his lean body.

He squeezed her hair tighter in reaction to her moans, which caused a vibrant sensation to run the length of his cock. The man’s moans matched those of his lover in intensity and passion. One last powerful thrust into the woman’s mouth was accompanied by a deep growl when the man finally came into the back of her throat. The Severus outside of the window thanked the gods that their little tryst was loud enough to drown out the sound of his initial reactions.

Severus couldn’t move a muscle in reaction to the steamy love affair playing out before his eyes. The scene was too bizarre for his mind to process the full gravity of it, right away. His initial feelings were interest, shock, and arousal. The fascination that he was experiencing sprang from the fact that he had never been a participant in the act of love. He had seen many Death Eaters take Muggle captives, but that kind of brutality was the exact opposite of the magnificence he was accidentally watching. Upon occasion, he had also witness the lovemaking of his closest friends, but the sight before him felt so much more personal.

The woman knelt on a pillow by her lover’s feet and kissed his scratches before rising slowly to her feet. As she stood, she slid her hands up his body. When her hands reached his shoulders, she wrapped her arms around his neck, and they both relaxed into a comforting embrace. After a moment of stillness, she began to kiss her way up to his mouth.

There was a small table located directly behind the faux Severus. As their snogging became more heated, he gripped her waist and swung her around to sit on the table. He situated himself between her legs and grabbed her behind the knees before pulling her to the edge of the table. At that point, the man’s back was facing the window, and the woman was clearly visible over his shoulder.

Severus stared at the bright eyes and rosy cheeks of Lavender Brown and completely lost his balance, again. He turned away from the window and supported himself on the hut’s outer wall while he tried to make sense of his discovery.

Lavender was an airhead Gryffindor with a bubbly personality, which meant that she was the complete opposite of him. He could think of no reason for her to want to be with him. She was a beautiful and polite girl, but she was also superficial. Severus knew in his heart that a girl like her would never find him attractive. The only logical conclusion was that the impostor must have offered her something in exchange for sex, but that theory seemed less likely when he remembered the emotion in their embrace.

Severus stepped back to the window and continued his observation of the affair. Lavender’s head was thrown back and she screamed and writhed in extreme elation. Her toes curled at the moment of her first climax and she pulled her lover closer by tightening the grip of her legs around his waist. The young woman looked genuinely happy in that moment, and Severus knew that it wasn’t just the sex that made her feel so content. Severus didn’t have any personal experience with such emotions, but he was a master at reading people’s expressions. She looked at her mate with more than just carnal satisfaction.

Without uttering a single word to each other, the two lovers dressed. The man wore a set of plain black robes, and Lavender wore her Gryffindor uniform. After getting dressed, they stood looking at each other for a moment before engaging in a final kiss. With a wave of her wand, the hut went completely dark. Severus stared into the dark window for several moments before he came back to his senses and tried to follow his subjects. They were nowhere in sight by the time he made it around to the front entrance of the hut.

The severity of his situation started to assault his mind, and he became angry with himself for getting so distracted by emotion that he failed to adequately gather all of the information he needed. He might have even been able to catch the imposter if he hadn’t been ridiculous enough to stare into the darkness for five whole minutes.

The imposter had to be a student on Polyjuice.

Severus Snape had survived the war and won his long battle with depression. He had made peace with himself in regard to Albus Dumbledore and Lily Evans. He was considered a war hero, and his career at Hogwarts was successful. Severus was the most brilliant Potions Master in Europe. He wasn’t going to let a delinquent student sully a reputation that was still reasonably intact after his many trials.

There was also Lavender Brown to consider. Some sort of sexual predator was obviously exploiting her, and he had to stop it for both of their sakes. He didn’t know if he should approach the girl directly. She seemed to have a severe crush on him, but he could not be certain of her motives. He thought that he might be able to ask Hermione Granger to gather information about the girl because he knew the head girl to be discreet and tactful.

While standing alone in the middle of the silent night, Severus lit the remaining half of his cigar. His anger began to ebb and he thought clearly about the night’s convoluted events. As he casually walked back into the castle, he decided to keep an eye on Hagrid’s hut for the rest of the week.

He was determined to get his man.