After Party

Questions and a Quickie

“Please don’t tell me THAT is on your list?!?”  Natalie gasped at the Potions Professor. 

“Fortunately for you, it is not.”  Snape growled. 

“I wonder why the Headmaster is interfering ...”   Natalie pondered, idly playing with her sole remaining onion ring.

“One can never tell with Albus.  He probably was hoping for a show.” 

“Perhaps.  But, why pass the information to both of us.”  Natalie’s suspicious side had been aroused by the odd behavior of the Defense against the Dark Arts professor, and she struggled to suppress it.

“I have no clue.  But, is that an item from your list?”  Snape again inquired, hopefully. 

“As a matter of fact, yes it is.  And is that from your list?”  Natalie asked, waving towards the parchment he held in his hand. 

“Indeed it is.”  Snape leered at her, his eyes glinting with anticipation.  Natalie nodded silently, lost in her own thoughts. 

“Well, Professor Snape, I did have two other issues to address with you before we actually get down to business.” 

“And they would be?”  He purred expectantly, leaning closer to the witch.

“How well do you know Professor Moody?” 

Her question shocked Snape, forcing him to draw back slightly. 

“Not overly well.  He is a retired auror, quite decorated, and if you ask me, a bit odd.” 

Natalie snorted derisively, “Only a bit odd?”  She stared straight into the obsidian depths of Snape’s eyes.  “He seems to appear whenever I’m alone, and does the strangest thing with his tongue.” 

“Truly?”  Snape smirked, his suspicion rising as well.

“Yes.  I think he is creepy, and I believe he is hiding something from everyone.  I get a feeling of deception every time he is near me.” 

“Perhaps he is merely hiding his relationship with Madame Hooch.”  Snape insinuated.

“Perhaps, I can’t put a finger on why, but, I just feel he is hiding something.” 

The two settled back into their chairs, quietly contemplating the old auror’s oddities. 

“There was something else you wished to address?”  Snape finally interrupted their musings.

“Yes.  Are you free Saturday after the second test?” 

“For you, I could be.”  He supplied her answer.

Snorting with laughter, Natalie continued, “Why you smooth talker.” 

“Something specific in mind?”  Snape added.

“Exactly.”  She smiled, anticipation gleaming in her eyes.  Shoving their now empty dishes to one side, she leaned in to meet his lips, slowly, sensuously massaging his with hers.  Natalie’s hand stroked gently up his wool encased arm, settling on his neck, pulling him closer.    She used her free hand to pull up the pale blue silk of her teaching robes, revealing porcelain legs.  He reached for a calf, stroking gentle circles ever higher along the outside of her leg.  As he neared her hip, his eyes flew open wide. 

“10 points to Beaubatons for being prepared, Miss Richmond.”  His smooth baritone washed over her, leaving her nerve endings tingling in anticipation.  She released his neck to use both hands to attack the buttons on his pants.  He used her distraction to his advantage, finding her bare pelvis and stroking the fire of her desire in small, teasing circles.  Abruptly, she stood up, yanking him to his feet as well.  She shoved his clothing to the floor, then pushed him back into the chair.  Moving forward, she straddled his lap, pinning his thighs together, his penis protruding straight up.  Grinning with lustful glee, she slid over top of him, throwing her head back in ecstasy as his girth filled her warmly.  He slumped in the chair, groaning in delight. 

“You are an amazing witch.”

“You are equally amazing.”  She answered.

He thrust up as she ground down, his hands on her hips to help her rise and fall in matching rhythm to his own. 

“Faster, Severus.”  She pleaded.  He complied, supporting her back as she reclined more to find the perfect angle and pressure.  Once again, the sight before his eyes took Snape’s breath away, tension filled every cell of his being as she panted, chanting his name like a mantra.  One powerful thrust up, and she collapsed, small tears of joy pooling in the corner of her eyes.  He threw his head back against the chair, allowing her contractions to milk his release. 

“I do not think I will ever enjoy another school term as much as I have enjoyed this one,”  he whispered. 

“Me too.”  She gasped, leaning her head against his strong chest. 

Snape 3      Natalie 3

Remus 2     Tonks 2

Ana 1          Alexei 1

Albus 1       Minerva 1