Muggled

Damn Dumbledore, damn him and his insufferable banter.
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"I cannot believe Dumbledore!” the Potions Professor raged. “Giving the DADA
position to the Werewolf again! I bloody well hope he eats a student! At
least then the old fool will see what a preposterous idea it is to let that
degenerate half-human attempt to teach a class as delicate as Defense!"

Severus muttered to himself dispassionately as he stormed down to the
dungeons, swearing at random paintings on his way to his personal quarters.
And, unfortunately, seeing as how there weren't any students here around to
subject to his foul mood upon, his attitude was steadily growing worse. It
always helped to take out some of his frustration on some unsuspecting
Hufflepuffs or to give detention to clueless Ravenclaws. Although, the most
rewarding was deducting points from those damn, insufferable Gryffindors;
especially a certain three. By Salazar, if they were here wandering
aimlessly through the dungeons it would simply be a matter of baiting them.
And Potter Baiting was one of his favorite sports, especially after an
invigorating Quidditch Match between his House and Potter’s. Of course, he
would never admit that to a living soul, and definitely not to a dead one at
that.

Severus finally reached his door and glared at the painting of fairies
playing in flowers. Dumbledore and his moronic sense of humor. “Password,”
the Fairy squeaked at him, smiling sweetly at her disgruntled Master.

"Corpus Caligula," he growled. The painting opened and he stalked over the
threshold into his living area, incessant giggling following him from the
Fairies.

At last, true peace and quiet; no annoying colleagues, no loud students,
four weeks of peace before he left for Eastern Europe to locate some of the
fugitive Death Eaters. Which would be just lovely.

"Lumos," Severus said as a soft hue of light filled the living area. Two
small wall sconces on opposite sides of the fireplace served to light his
sitting area and large candelabra lit his large mahogany table, which served
as a desk that was usually full of scrolls, exams and vials to be graded.
The entire room, though spacious, was almost bare of furniture. His seating
area contained a comfortable but threadbare green couch, and a large
overstuffed black chair. No personal effects or ornamentation could be found
anywhere in the room.

The floor was made of stone and had no rug to cover its coldness. Severus
walked over to the couch and fell onto it, looking into the barren
fireplace. Even though it was early summer the dungeons always had a
lingering chill that couldn't quite be chased away by the sun. He spoke a
charm to light the fire as he stretched out on the couch, reclining on his
forearm.

The entire room was, while perfect for his uses; it was utilitarian in its
purpose. On the right side there were two doors; one which led to his
bedchamber, and the other which contained his private laboratory.

In his lab along the shelves were the priceless and rare potion ingredients
that he didn't trust to leave in the private store in his office. Too many
times things had come up missing from there but seeing as how the school
footed the bill for those he could care less whether or not they were
stolen. However, these precious ingredients he had had to procure himself,
or if they were too pricey to solicit from Dumbledore. In this lab he also
stored his entire library behind shatterproof and spell proof glass. All of
the books he had collected since he started reading were on those shelves;
they were his one luxury and the only personal items he was attached to.
Thus meaning he was very protective of them, no one was allowed in his lab,
not even Dumbledore. And this was the one boundary the old man respected;
all the others usually got tossed to the wayside.

His bathing quarter was in between his bedroom and potions lab, connecting
the two, so that after a long night over a cauldron he could quickly get
ready for bed. His bathroom, while old-fashioned, had no more ornamentation
than his living area. There were no personal items aside from the bottles of
cleanser and soap he brewed.

Severus' bedroom was also a bit more luxurious than the rest of his chambers
but no more embellished. It contained a nightstand, his four-poster bed and
closet. And that was it. However his bed was king sized with silk sheets,
all in black of course. He insisted this was not a luxury but a necessity,
seeing as how a good night's sleep was all that stood between him and
impending insanity caused by the students. He needed his rest. Plus the silk
was the only thing his skin didn't object to after being subjected to the
Cruciatus curse at the Dark Lord's hands. Which, mind you, was quite
crucial.

He had escaped the party and the twittering women but he still couldn't
manage to relax. He was still worked up about Lupin getting the DADA
position. Severus had wanted the position for so many years and he had
proven himself time and time again. Lupin on the other hand had only proved
he was a flea-ridden mongrel, who at one time almost killed Severus himself.
Of course, that was the fault of Potter and Black, but it was because the
old man allowed a werewolf to attend the school. Damn Dumbledore for his
unceasing hope in people, not admitting to himself that it was Dumbledore's
hope that had saved him. Not consciously at least.

And the madman was bringing an American over to teach yet another sensitive
subject at that! Severus knew that when Muggle Studies became a required
course it was going to cause problems with the old wizarding families, but
he at least thought that would be tempered by Professor Keller's experience
in the subject. Keller, though a muggleborn, wasn't so bad herself. At least
she didn't giggle. Of course she was quite a bit older than Minerva. Hell,
for all he knew she could be older than Dumbledore. She at least had been
around for Voldemort's first rising and defeat, and his second. She was a
proper British witch, she knew what to expect from the conceited Purebloods,
and ignorant children, and she definitely knew how to handle herself.

This person who was coming over from the States was barely more than a child
herself, hardly older than a seventh year. She would probably try to make
friends with the students, or be understanding and sympathetic to their
problems. She would lack discipline, focus, experience, and more than
likely, because she was an American female, would be weak. She would
probably cry when one of the students talked back, or run to Albus if they
insulted her.

Gods, if he didn't get stressed enough dealing with the children he taught
he was going to have to deal with another one on staff. Americans were all
spoiled, lazy and stupid anyway. How the hell did Dumbledore expect one of
them to teach the children to become proper British witches and wizards?

Severus knew that unless he stopped thinking about he entire situation it
would take a whole bottle of a dreamless sleep draught to get any bloody
rest. Sighing to himself he pulled himself up off the couch and began
divesting himself of his clothing on the way to his bedroom. The house elves
would clean them up, which he was grateful for because he really didn't feel
like picking them up tonight.

His high-buttoned shirt was quickly undone with a simple incantation. He
removed his cloak, before he shrugged off the shirt. He pulled off his boots
as he continued hopping to the bathroom. Pushing his pants down and stepping
out of them, all that remained were his black boxer briefs and the wand in
his hand as he opened the door to his bathroom.

Severus saw himself out of the corner of his eye in the mirror that
stretched along one wall in the back of his bathroom. Turning to the sink he
laid the wand on the counter as he looked at himself, a pale lean body
looked back at him, crisscrossed all over by varying scars, a dark, almost
tattoo like skull was the only darker scar on his pale form. His chest was
covered with a light spattering of dark hair, which trailed down his flat
abdomen to disappear beneath his boxers.

His white arms and legs, though thin, were still well defined in proportion
to his size. Dark hair covered his legs flowing down to his large, high
arched feet. He stretched his arms up and arched his back to try and relax
his tensing muscles as the cold caused his nipples to harden. He looked at
his face and saw his bulbous nose, dark hair and large dark eyes. Not
wanting to return their glare for too long he quickly turned away and turned
on the hot water.

A hot shower would relax him at least a little bit.

He walked back to the counter, stepped out of his boxers, and got two
bottles, one containing a shampoo and the other body soap. Returning with
them to the shower he stepped in and closed the glass behind him. Setting
the bottles on the shelf he stretched again and let the water pelt down on
him as he inhaled the steam. The dual showerheads allowed him to get the
massaging water on both back and front, and he was grateful for them both.

Severus reached up to the shelf and uncorked the bottle of shampoo, pouring
a generous amount into his hand he began to thoroughly massage his scalp
rubbing small circles from the forehead to the base of his neck. He knew
that doing this so much with such a strong cleanser would strip his hair of
essential oils. And cause his scalp to overcompensate, to make his hair
greasy, but he didn't really care the relaxing feeling it produced was well
worth greasy hair. He continued massaging his scalp until the white foam
completely covered the black hair and his hair squeaked as he rinsed. He
continued with the body wash, lathering up and attempting to use the soap to
rub some of the knots out of his neck. After he finished washing, he stayed
under the water for a little while longer, allowing the heat to rinse away
the rest of the tension. Mind blissfully clear, he stepped out onto the
wicker bathmat, and picked up his wand.

"Accio towel," Severus spoke. Suddenly two fluffy green towels came hurtling
towards him. He quickly dried off and wrapped the towel around his waist as
he walked back to the counter and wrapped his hair in the other towel.
Staring at his newly turbaned self he picked up his toothbrush and uncorked
a bottle of gel that he dabbled onto the brush. Morbidly grinning at himself
he looked at his teeth, yellowed from years of coffee drinking and began to
brush them forcefully. He could use a whitening charm or even a cleansing
charm but the motion of physically cleansing himself had been instilled in
him after the revels in which he had been forced to participate in as a spy.
He was thankful that at least those days were over.

After brushing his teeth, and unwrapping his turban, he pointed his wand at
his head and dried his hair. Blissfully relaxed he wandered back into the
bedroom and over to the bed where he sat and lit the bedroom’s fireplace. He
laid the wand on his nightstand, shed his towel and climbed into bed. He
purposefully kept his mind empty as he fixed his pillow to his liking.
Laying his head down on it, he shut his eyes and let slumber claim him for
its own.

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Severus awoke with a start and his room was softly lit with the glow of
candlelight, he thought to himself that the house elves must have started
cleaning only to discover him still in bed. When he moved to get his wand to
turn out the lights he noticed both of his arms were not moving, his brain
still foggy from sleep he figured they must be stiff.

He tried again harder only to realize that they were shackled above his
head, and when he looked over he saw his wand was no longer on the
nightstand. Severus, wide-awake now, looked frantically around the room for
his captor. His eyes coming to rest on a dark corner where he could barely
make out an outline of a person sitting in a chair.

Now where had that come from?

Severus took stock of his dilemma, he was still on his bed and his feet were
unbound either his captor had not had timed or planned it that way. His
wrists were shackled to the four poster-bed. He struggled to move his arms
but they would not move at all. He knew instinctively the shackles had been
charmed to keep him somewhat still. Keeping his eyes on the person in the
corner he made sure that his legs would allow him some freedom, seeing as
how kicking this person may be his only hope of survival. He frantically
started to kick to see if he could gain release from the chains, he knew
that it was useless, however he had to try. As he did he managed to kick off
his covers. Realizing he was now helpless, naked, and more than a little
cold he resigned himself to remain still and calm so he could figure out how
to get out of the situation.

A small, feminine chuckle came from the corner. "Ah, Severus come on, I
thought you would enjoy this little game. I know how much you love being in
control, and thought you might enjoy a change of pace."

"Madam, I don't know who you are and I don't know what you are playing at,
but you have entered my private quarters and I can assure you I do not
appreciate your little game nor do I require a change of pace," he
menacingly said as he scowled towards the darkened corner.

"You know, I find it interesting that the famed Potions Master, former Death
Eater, can't admit to himself that he wants to lose control once in a while,
I also find it highly funny that you can still manage your trademark scowl
when you are chained up and nude, to top it off.”

Madam! I demand you release these chains!"

"Come on Severus, I know that you are not as adamantly opposed to the idea
as you would have me believe, I can already tell from your physical reaction
that you seem quite in favor of it, in fact."

Much to his surprise and embarrassment he looked down and saw that he was in
fact turned on by the idea, his member was hard and standing perpendicular
to the rest of his body. How could this be from just arguing with this
infernal woman? He had no clue what she even looked like, but he did know
that her voice was like warm honey being spread over his body.

Damn, where were these thoughts coming from? The woman stood in the corner,
Severus was still unable to make out her face, but he could tell she was
wearing a thin robe of some sort and had curves. As she walked towards him
he could start to make out more details of her figure as she emerged from
the darkness, her body was more curvy with an ample bosom and actual hips;
the tie on her robe accentuated her small waist. Severus could tell she had
dark hair, and paler skin but damn his dark rooms he still couldn't make out
her face.

She stopped, and picked up her wand as she did, "Nox."

"No, I want to see your face, who the bloody hell are you?"

"Severus, no answers tonight. We will save the questions for our next
encounter and just to make sure," she pointed her wand at his mouth,
"Silencio."

In the darkness all Severus could see were shadows, and outlines, he knew
she was still coming over towards the bed and as she continued her trek his
eyes began to adapt to the darkness. She stopped at the end of the bed and
he saw her hands go to her waist, he heard fabric pulling against fabric as
she untied the waist and slipped the robe off her shoulders and it pooled to
the floor. Climbing onto the bed she placed her hands on the tops of his
feet stroking them lightly.

Her hands were soft with no trace of the hardness of a callous, pushing his
legs apart she climbed up further on the bed and lightly tracing her fingers
up his calves. She was kneeling in between his legs, and her hands were
traveling further and further up over his knees and then his thighs…

They stopped mid thigh where she began drawing small patterns with her
fingernails. Severus was breathing heavily awaiting her next move, her hands
stopped their design and lightly grasped his upper thighs as he felt her
lean down. Her ample bosom no longer a question in the dark rubbed up
against his inner thighs, he felt her hot breath so close to him. She blew
small pants on his tip, as she leaned down further to lick his head. A few
swipes of her tongue and her right hand left his thigh to join where her
mouth was starting to work. He felt her cup his tight balls and pull
slightly. He would have groaned if he could. Her mouth remained on the tip
of his shaft slowly working it like a lollipop. He started to lazily pump
his hips, as he did her mouth abruptly left its work. If able he would have
cried out from the cold air hitting him.

Rubbing his shaft with her body she continued her ascent up his, dragging
her breasts up his abdomen she began licking at each one of his nipples in
turn. Seeming to tire of this she continued her travel north, her mouth now
moved to the hollow at the base of his neck where she began to lick and
lightly bite. He now realized her body was straddling his stomach and he
could feel heat emanating from her core. She was still kneeling over him
because he could feel air between their bodies. She lifted herself up a bit,
and placed her right had on the bed above his shoulder to support herself,
and grasp his chin with her left.

Then she kissed him, forcefully. Her tongue demanded entry to his mouth
where it practically ravaged him, he was too shocked to respond at first but
slowly his tongue began to dance with hers. Too soon she broke the kiss as
she straightened herself above him. Placing her hands on his chest she
scooted back down and positioned herself above his member. Slamming herself
down on him he felt her wet heat envelop him completely, he mutely groaned.
She began to slowly rock herself on his erection as one hand left his chest
and slid its way down her body and was buried in between her legs.

"She's using me to pleasure herself," Severus thought to himself, "I'm
barely more than a toy."

The other hand left his chest and skimmed his side as it was firmly planted
in the sheet beside him. Her rocking was starting to increase pace and he
started to pump his hips slightly to meet her. She almost fell forward on
him her hand still trapped in between them. She began licking and lightly
biting his nipples as the hand between them began to move faster and faster.
Her rocking became harder and harder till she was almost grinding herself on
him. Severus knew she was close and was doing his best to hold on, his hips
were pumping up and down in time.

Her walls were starting to convulse and he knew she was near the edge, she
bit his right nipple hard as she came. He continued pumping riding out her
orgasm, and as she fell forward as he felt himself explode inside her.

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Severus awoke with a start and his room was dark he reached for his wand,
and cried "Lumos."

Looking around there was no one in his room, his arms were not shackled and
there was no chair in the corner, there was no woman who had used his body.
The only thing out of the ordinary at all was the wet spot on his sheets.

"Oh bloody hell, a grown man having a wet dream," he thought to himself. He
got up grabbed his wand pointed it at the bed and cleaned up the only
evidence of his dream lover. He then went to his closet grabbed a robe, and
headed straight for his lab and a vial of dreamless sleep potion.
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