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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
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Adult ++
Chapters:
4
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© 2001 M.A.Afallan
All characters from the world of "Harry Potter" belong to the prophetess J.K.ing.ing. I am only borrowing them for my dirty minded pleasure, but I promise to clean them off before I return them, only slightly bruised from wear and tear. OFCs belong to me (muwahaha)
ALUMNI WEEKEND AT HOGWARTS
PART THREE: SEX
Day three found Snape in a fairly good mood, enough so that he allowed himself to participate for a couple of hours in the afternoon picnic. This was held on the grounds of Hogwarts, and sprawled just about everywhere. It was also the one day of the Alumni Week that people brought in their children and parents and grandparents and pets"¦ It was massive and overcrowded.
He sat mostly with the other teachers, but when they began to wander away and join other groups, he decided it was time to leave the throngs behind and find a nice quiet spot. Things were getting rowdier by the minute. Children running amok. People shooting sparks from their wands like fireworks. An impromptu Quidditch match was being held in the playing field. Someone had Transfigured insects into ponies for the kiddies to ride. Detelytely time to leave.
Snape prowled silently away from the crowds and stole into the school broom shed. It had been a while since he'd flown, and it seemed just the thing to relax and take him away from, above the common rabble.
He was just sorting through the brooms, hoping to find one that wasn't too terribly battered, when his legs suddenly clamped together forcibly, and he toppled forward onto his stomach with a shout. The Leg-Locker curse.
"What the bloody hell"”?" he began as he rolled over onto his back.
A tall young woman glared down at him, arms crossed with a wand in one hand. She had skin like creamed coffee and dark shoulder length hair with dozens of braids. Her eyes were an almost icy blue-green, making a startling contrast. She was dressed in standard Muggle summer wear -"“ cut-off jean shorts, tight t-shirt, and sandals.
Vaguely, Snape notice that she had fantastic legs, long and well-muscled. He blamed his recent good luck in the area of carnal liaisons for the distraction of his focus, and cursed himself silently. He began to sit, and she swiftly placed one foot on his chest to push him back down. Snarling, he demanded, "What hell do you think you're doing?"
"Gaining an audience," she replied coolly. Her accent was pure Liverpool. "Yeh never listened to us when we were in yer class. By God, yeh'll listen now."
Snape frowned in confusion. "Again I ask"¦ what the bloody hell?"
She removed her foot but kept her wand in hand, as if to warn him. "You and yer kind. Yer attitudes. All yeh slimy Slytherins. Short-sighted, arrogant, prejudiced, and bloody horrid, the lot of yeh."
"Madam, if you seek to lump me into a category, please do not do so by what House I am Head of," Snape growled softly. "That would make you just as prejudiced as you claim me to be."
"Oh, get off it, Professor!" she sneered and began to pace. "Yeh favor yer own House. Every bloomin' day you made life hell for other Houses, while Slytherin got away with bloody murder!"
Snape was growing truly angry now. "How dare you, whoever you are, accuse me of things you can't possibly understand. You haven't the faintest idea what was or wasn't done to my students when you weren't in a class!"
"Oh, really? Ever take points from Slytherin?"
"Upon occasion," he ground out.
"Ever give a Slytherin detention?"
"Yes, of course," he snapped, finally sitting up.
She suddenly placed both feet on either side of his locked legs, and squatted down to face him. Eye to eye, inches away, she said with a slow breathy snarl, "I don't believe yeh."
He responded in kind, his breath fluttering her hair. "And I don't bloody well care what you believe, woman."
Their eyes met and held, sparking off each other with near hatred.
"What," he said with a silken dagger of a voice, "do you want from me?"
"To listen," she said, standing again.
He rolled his eyes and growled, "I've been listening for the last several tedious minutes, and have yet to comprehend what you wish!"
"I hate yer kind," she said softly, crossing her arms again. "The way yeh always sneered at us"¦ not even bothering to keep yer voice down"¦ callin' us"¦ Mudblood"¦"
Snape raised his brows. "I can assure you, that word has never passed my lips in regard to single student in this school."
"Yeh hated us," she continued, even softer. "Jus' because we were from Muggle families"¦" Now her voice was husky and Snape realized she was ready to cry.
"You keep saying "˜us' and "˜we'. And you keep saying "˜I' did these things," he spoke sternly but quietly. "You aren't talking about me at all, are you? But some other Slytherin."
"Rotten little bastards, all of "˜em," she sniffled, turning her head away. "I spent the first ten years of me life fightin' for acceptance as a mixed blood in the Muggle world. Mum's white, Dad's black, ya know. Then the next seven fightin' for the same damn thing here. I was always different, no matter where I went. Couldn't fit in anywhere"¦ "˜S not fair"¦" Her head lowered and her shoulders shook.
Snape watched for half a second, then muttered, "Oh for pity's sake." Waving his hands and uttering a few words, he unlocked his legs and stood. Fortunately he knew curses well enough to break most of them without a wand on hand. He was going to have to start carrying it with him everywhere, it seemed. He wondered if she would continue to stand there crying, and if so should he just edge around her and leave.
Then she spoke again. "I've made a fool of myself haven't I? Attacking a teacher"¦ using a curse"¦ I'm a disgrace to Gryffindor."
Silently, Snape thought, Well that just figures. But it would have been very wrong in too many ways to say aloud. "I'm sorry you had an unpleasant time at school Miss"¦?"
"Davies. Miranda Davies."
"Miss Davies. Sadly, many of us went through similar experiences but we survived."
She snorted caustically, still not looking at him. "Right. You, a multi-generation pureblood wizard, are gonna try "˜n compare yerself to a lowly Mudblood"¦"
"Oh get off it!" he shouted, losing all patience. "You're pathetic! Feeling so bloody sorry for yourself. "˜Oh, I've got Muggle parents.' Poor you! I'll bet they still love you no matter what, don't they? And "˜Oh, I was so mistreated by those Slytherin brats.' Think they were any nicer to their own kind? Think again! "˜Oh, why did I have such a terrible tragic time when I was a CHILD!'" he spat the last word for emphasis. "Well you're an adult now! Bleeding well get over it!"
She turned slowly toward him, and he could see now that she hadn't been crying at all, and that she was wearing a huge grin. He blinked in confusion.
"Well, Professor Snape. Yeh are a surprise," she said, strutting toward him. "All that passion, bottled up like one o' yer potions"¦ Who'da thought a few teary words from a woman would break through th' ice?"
"Excuse me," he said slowly, face still etched with bewilderment, "but when did we switch conversations?"
"The hell with conversation," she said, a low growl in her voice and fire in her gaze, "let's fuck."
His eyes nearly popped. "What?" he choked.
"Not good enough for yeh?" she taunted, lifting her t-shirt over her head in one swift move. "A pureblood like yerself wouldn't be caught dead boffin' a little Mudblood, that it, is it?"
"That"¦ has nothing to do with this," he snorted, trying not to stare at the fact she wore no bra and had rather firm breasts. "I could not care less what your parentage is."
"Good"¦ "˜cause I always thought yeh were the sexiest man on this campus," she smiled, and quickly dropped her cut-offs. No knickers, either.
Oh hell, Snape thought blindly. She was stunning, her entire creamy-brown body well toned and athletic. She looked strong enough to cause a real struggle, if he chose to allow it. He sighed. "All I wanted was a nice little fly around the sky," he mumbled. "Instead I'm faced with a naked lunatic of a woman."
She stepped forward and without preamble grabbed his crotch. He inhaled sharply but didn't retreat. Her eyes glowed triumphantly. "Well now"¦ that's a broomstick I could ride all night. Got yeh all ready, don't I? Think I'm hot, do yeh?'
Snape tried to control himself as she groped him most effectively. "I believe you must be very aware of your personal beauty, Miss Davies"¦"
"Oh listen to "˜im," she laughed. "Still tryin' to sound all stiff "˜n proper. Well"¦ Yer proper stiff all right," she purred and rubbed appreciatively. "But yeh need ta loosen up."
Before he could think, she'd leaned forward and latched her teeth onto the topmost button of his coat, and in one move she bit it off and spat it into the air. She laughed at his expression, as a mixture of alarm and approval brewed in his eyes.
"So"¦ you think I'm just a bubbling cauldron of unfulfilled desires," he growled smoothly, "all hidden beneath a stiff buttoned up cover?"
"Yeah. I do."
"And for some unknown reason, you think you're the one to release my barriers, do you?"
"Nah. Not forever. Just for half an hour or so." She grinned foxily as she continued to massage his groin.
"And do you think," he said with the softest voice, moving his mouth closer to her ear, gazing sidelong into her eyes, "that you can possibly handle the consequences, or me?"
"Sure like ta try," she whispered.
Turning her head, she found his lips clamped suddenly over her own, in a kiss of surprising depth and fire. She found also that he had arms like a vice, wrapped around her naked body. She groaned and threw herself into the kiss, grinding her hips against his, grabbing his tight bum with both hands.
"Bloody nutter, that's what you are," he murmured, trailing bruising kisses down her throat and across her shoulders. "Coming in here and attacking me"¦"
"Wanted to see"¦ if the snake would strike back," she gasped as his teeth grazed her nipples.
"Oh, yes," he rumbled, "I do bite, when provoked."
Frantically, Miranda tugged at his coat and trousers, hindering as much as helping him to undress. When she tried to get his shirt off, Snape took her hands away, gripping like claws, and pushed her back against the wall of the broom shed. Several brooms clattered to the ground around them, as they lost themselves in another burning kiss.
He then lifted her entire body, strong hands cupping her sweet firm ass. She wrapped her thighs around his waist and grasped at the wall behind her, finding purchase on two empty broom hooks. He slid one hand between their heated bodies, as lips and teeth continued taunting her breasts. When his fingers found her pussy, it was already soaked, and she growled as he stroked her clit with precision and knowledge.
"Oh bloody hell, yeah," she gasped, "yeh know what I want. Gimme yer cock man, now!"
He smiled into her half-open eyes and with a single thrust, buried himself in her wet slit. She moaned like an animal, and began thrusting her hips toward him.
They panted and growled and copulated like beasts for a few moments, until she lost her grip on the hooks. Then they tumbled onto the bare dirt floor, rolled over, and she found herself surprisingly pinned beneath him.
"Oh," she grunted as he continued fucking her forcefully, "think yer in charge here, jus' "˜cause yer a teacher?"
"No," he hissed, baiting her with a smile, "because I'm Slytherin." He held her hands above her head now, biting her ears as he thrust his cock deeply into her.
"Ha!" she laughed with true delight, "we shall see about that!" Twisting her hips to get a foot positioned (managing also to enjoy the new angle and depth of his relentlessly thrusting cock) she reached her wand with one toe and flicked it upward to within eyesight. "Accio Wand!" she uttered, and when it was in her grasp she conjured ropes from thin air.
They shot down and wrapped around Snape's arms and legs, lifting him off her body. He snorted, "I thought you wanted this!"
"Oh, I do"¦ but it's time to change positions," she said with smile. Standing, directing the ropes to turn him over in the air like a puppet, he eventually was face up about a foot from the ground. "I wanna be on top."
"You only had to say so," he muttered, smirking.
"I like yeh better this way. Yer so uptight all day in class"¦ seems right ta have yeh tight-up, now." She laughed loudly.
He rolled his eyes and groaned. "So what are you planning to do, Miss Davies? Bore me with weak puns?"
"No"¦ I'm gonna ride yeh "˜til yeh drop." And she straddled him again, sliding him into her cunt easily. "Mmm, yeh are a big one, Professor. But I always knew that."
She slowly ground her hips into him, and raked her nails along his chest, teasing his nipples. She reached down and felt the slippery sliding of their bodies, his cock into her cunt, and sighed with delight.
He was unable to prevent himself from groaning in sheer pleasure. "You, Miss Davies, are eventually going to regret that I don't have any Prophylaktos Potion with me"¦," he panted more rapidly, breathing growing ragged, "in a matter of moments, in fact."
She stopped moving and he grunted in mild disapproval. "Oh no," she chided, "can't have yeh coming yet. Not until you say "˜Gryffindors are great lovers'."
"What?" he barked with utter bewilderment and disdain. "You sit there, naked, ensnaring me with spells, with your lovely little cunt wrapped so delicious and tight around me, holding me at the peak of orgasm," his eyes glittered as she flushed in pleasure," and you honestly expect me to deny an obvious fact like that?"
Laughing with pure glee, she released him from the ropes. When he was once more settled on the ground, she continued riding him, faster and higher, until they both climaxed. Her cunt clamped onto his cock and she all but shouted her delight. His fingers dug into her flesh as he thrust his hips upward in blissful release. No need to be gentle with this one.
They lay panting for a few moments, until he realized just how filthy they'd gotten. Their sweat had turned the dust of the bare floor into mud. Their bodies were streaked with dirt, his hair was a hopelessly tangled wreck, and his formerly white shirt was ruined. And worst of all"¦
"Damn!" he swore, sitting up. "I forgot"¦ I had no potion."
"Oh no bother," she said, standing and stretching her lean muscled framed in an all-too provocative way. "I live most of the time in the Mu wor world. I'm on birth control." She looked into his confused face and grinned in a canny way. "Do yeh think I'd want to have yer baby?"
He smirked and shook his head, trying to magically repair some of the damage to his clothes. Ground in dirt was tricky.
She was already dressed and watching him fuss with his remaining coat buttons. "Thanks a lot for the tumble, Professor. It was everythin' I'd hoped a Slytherin would be."
"Oh give me a break," he grumbled. "All that nonsense about being mistreated by my House"¦ I've just remembered who you are." He approached and stood inches from her lovely disheveled face. "You were Captain of your Quidditch team. You were very popular and well-liked. There was never a thing you couldn't manage to handle, Miss Davies. And your deception here today"¦ is worthy of getting you into Slytherin."
"And of getting' a Slytherin inta me." She laughed as he rolled his eyes again. "Well what would yeh "˜ave said if I told yeh the truth? That I followed yeh into this shed with the specific purpose of fuckin' yeh silly?"
He took a raking glance down her body and met her eyes with black flame. "Yes," he purred.
"Ooh, yeh do surprise me," she gave a pleased growl.
"By the way"¦ why did you say you always knew I was"¦ generously endowed?" he raised an eyebrow.
"Oh that," and she laughed harder. "I learned a spell in me Fifth year. Some girls and I were tryin' to sneak into the boys baths, just to get a peak, ya know, get our jollies. But we found out instead how to cast a Perspectus Charm on ourselves. So we could see through clothes."
"Oh, good grief." His eyes rolled again.
"Hey they didn't call me Randy Miranda for nothin'," she sniggered. "Anyway, I did it on a dare in Potions class one day, and all I gotta say is"¦ Damn, yeh must really love yer job, Professor!"
Crossing his arms at her, he replied calmly. "Whatever may have caused such a natural bodily reaction while I was in class, I can assure you it had nothing to do with my job."
She grinned broadly at him, getting all stiff again. She knew it was mostly an act now, and that made her happy. "Whatever. I just knew if I didn't get a chance to try out that magic wand, I was gonna regret it!" She patted his bum fondly, saying, "Slytherins make great lovers too." And she sauntered out of the shed with a happy twitch in her hips.
It was already dark outside, and Snape stood in the doorway watching the continuing fireworks overhead, and watching her disappear into the night.
Three girls in three days?
"What the bloody hell did they put in the water this year?" he asked half-aloud.
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NOTES:
-TIME-FRAME. My little tales of titillation are meant to take place during the years prior to Harry's arrival at Hogwarts. These are meant to be miscellanous girls that no one else would know about, all very much of legal age, long graduated before the books were written, and all long before Voldemort arises again. Just thought Snape should be having SOME fun in the meantime. ;) They are are also not meant to be taken at all seriously, or even in conjunction with other stories I write about Snape.
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- LATIN. The "Perspectus" Charm is my own invention.
All characters from the world of "Harry Potter" belong to the prophetess J.K.ing.ing. I am only borrowing them for my dirty minded pleasure, but I promise to clean them off before I return them, only slightly bruised from wear and tear. OFCs belong to me (muwahaha)
ALUMNI WEEKEND AT HOGWARTS
PART THREE: SEX
Day three found Snape in a fairly good mood, enough so that he allowed himself to participate for a couple of hours in the afternoon picnic. This was held on the grounds of Hogwarts, and sprawled just about everywhere. It was also the one day of the Alumni Week that people brought in their children and parents and grandparents and pets"¦ It was massive and overcrowded.
He sat mostly with the other teachers, but when they began to wander away and join other groups, he decided it was time to leave the throngs behind and find a nice quiet spot. Things were getting rowdier by the minute. Children running amok. People shooting sparks from their wands like fireworks. An impromptu Quidditch match was being held in the playing field. Someone had Transfigured insects into ponies for the kiddies to ride. Detelytely time to leave.
Snape prowled silently away from the crowds and stole into the school broom shed. It had been a while since he'd flown, and it seemed just the thing to relax and take him away from, above the common rabble.
He was just sorting through the brooms, hoping to find one that wasn't too terribly battered, when his legs suddenly clamped together forcibly, and he toppled forward onto his stomach with a shout. The Leg-Locker curse.
"What the bloody hell"”?" he began as he rolled over onto his back.
A tall young woman glared down at him, arms crossed with a wand in one hand. She had skin like creamed coffee and dark shoulder length hair with dozens of braids. Her eyes were an almost icy blue-green, making a startling contrast. She was dressed in standard Muggle summer wear -"“ cut-off jean shorts, tight t-shirt, and sandals.
Vaguely, Snape notice that she had fantastic legs, long and well-muscled. He blamed his recent good luck in the area of carnal liaisons for the distraction of his focus, and cursed himself silently. He began to sit, and she swiftly placed one foot on his chest to push him back down. Snarling, he demanded, "What hell do you think you're doing?"
"Gaining an audience," she replied coolly. Her accent was pure Liverpool. "Yeh never listened to us when we were in yer class. By God, yeh'll listen now."
Snape frowned in confusion. "Again I ask"¦ what the bloody hell?"
She removed her foot but kept her wand in hand, as if to warn him. "You and yer kind. Yer attitudes. All yeh slimy Slytherins. Short-sighted, arrogant, prejudiced, and bloody horrid, the lot of yeh."
"Madam, if you seek to lump me into a category, please do not do so by what House I am Head of," Snape growled softly. "That would make you just as prejudiced as you claim me to be."
"Oh, get off it, Professor!" she sneered and began to pace. "Yeh favor yer own House. Every bloomin' day you made life hell for other Houses, while Slytherin got away with bloody murder!"
Snape was growing truly angry now. "How dare you, whoever you are, accuse me of things you can't possibly understand. You haven't the faintest idea what was or wasn't done to my students when you weren't in a class!"
"Oh, really? Ever take points from Slytherin?"
"Upon occasion," he ground out.
"Ever give a Slytherin detention?"
"Yes, of course," he snapped, finally sitting up.
She suddenly placed both feet on either side of his locked legs, and squatted down to face him. Eye to eye, inches away, she said with a slow breathy snarl, "I don't believe yeh."
He responded in kind, his breath fluttering her hair. "And I don't bloody well care what you believe, woman."
Their eyes met and held, sparking off each other with near hatred.
"What," he said with a silken dagger of a voice, "do you want from me?"
"To listen," she said, standing again.
He rolled his eyes and growled, "I've been listening for the last several tedious minutes, and have yet to comprehend what you wish!"
"I hate yer kind," she said softly, crossing her arms again. "The way yeh always sneered at us"¦ not even bothering to keep yer voice down"¦ callin' us"¦ Mudblood"¦"
Snape raised his brows. "I can assure you, that word has never passed my lips in regard to single student in this school."
"Yeh hated us," she continued, even softer. "Jus' because we were from Muggle families"¦" Now her voice was husky and Snape realized she was ready to cry.
"You keep saying "˜us' and "˜we'. And you keep saying "˜I' did these things," he spoke sternly but quietly. "You aren't talking about me at all, are you? But some other Slytherin."
"Rotten little bastards, all of "˜em," she sniffled, turning her head away. "I spent the first ten years of me life fightin' for acceptance as a mixed blood in the Muggle world. Mum's white, Dad's black, ya know. Then the next seven fightin' for the same damn thing here. I was always different, no matter where I went. Couldn't fit in anywhere"¦ "˜S not fair"¦" Her head lowered and her shoulders shook.
Snape watched for half a second, then muttered, "Oh for pity's sake." Waving his hands and uttering a few words, he unlocked his legs and stood. Fortunately he knew curses well enough to break most of them without a wand on hand. He was going to have to start carrying it with him everywhere, it seemed. He wondered if she would continue to stand there crying, and if so should he just edge around her and leave.
Then she spoke again. "I've made a fool of myself haven't I? Attacking a teacher"¦ using a curse"¦ I'm a disgrace to Gryffindor."
Silently, Snape thought, Well that just figures. But it would have been very wrong in too many ways to say aloud. "I'm sorry you had an unpleasant time at school Miss"¦?"
"Davies. Miranda Davies."
"Miss Davies. Sadly, many of us went through similar experiences but we survived."
She snorted caustically, still not looking at him. "Right. You, a multi-generation pureblood wizard, are gonna try "˜n compare yerself to a lowly Mudblood"¦"
"Oh get off it!" he shouted, losing all patience. "You're pathetic! Feeling so bloody sorry for yourself. "˜Oh, I've got Muggle parents.' Poor you! I'll bet they still love you no matter what, don't they? And "˜Oh, I was so mistreated by those Slytherin brats.' Think they were any nicer to their own kind? Think again! "˜Oh, why did I have such a terrible tragic time when I was a CHILD!'" he spat the last word for emphasis. "Well you're an adult now! Bleeding well get over it!"
She turned slowly toward him, and he could see now that she hadn't been crying at all, and that she was wearing a huge grin. He blinked in confusion.
"Well, Professor Snape. Yeh are a surprise," she said, strutting toward him. "All that passion, bottled up like one o' yer potions"¦ Who'da thought a few teary words from a woman would break through th' ice?"
"Excuse me," he said slowly, face still etched with bewilderment, "but when did we switch conversations?"
"The hell with conversation," she said, a low growl in her voice and fire in her gaze, "let's fuck."
His eyes nearly popped. "What?" he choked.
"Not good enough for yeh?" she taunted, lifting her t-shirt over her head in one swift move. "A pureblood like yerself wouldn't be caught dead boffin' a little Mudblood, that it, is it?"
"That"¦ has nothing to do with this," he snorted, trying not to stare at the fact she wore no bra and had rather firm breasts. "I could not care less what your parentage is."
"Good"¦ "˜cause I always thought yeh were the sexiest man on this campus," she smiled, and quickly dropped her cut-offs. No knickers, either.
Oh hell, Snape thought blindly. She was stunning, her entire creamy-brown body well toned and athletic. She looked strong enough to cause a real struggle, if he chose to allow it. He sighed. "All I wanted was a nice little fly around the sky," he mumbled. "Instead I'm faced with a naked lunatic of a woman."
She stepped forward and without preamble grabbed his crotch. He inhaled sharply but didn't retreat. Her eyes glowed triumphantly. "Well now"¦ that's a broomstick I could ride all night. Got yeh all ready, don't I? Think I'm hot, do yeh?'
Snape tried to control himself as she groped him most effectively. "I believe you must be very aware of your personal beauty, Miss Davies"¦"
"Oh listen to "˜im," she laughed. "Still tryin' to sound all stiff "˜n proper. Well"¦ Yer proper stiff all right," she purred and rubbed appreciatively. "But yeh need ta loosen up."
Before he could think, she'd leaned forward and latched her teeth onto the topmost button of his coat, and in one move she bit it off and spat it into the air. She laughed at his expression, as a mixture of alarm and approval brewed in his eyes.
"So"¦ you think I'm just a bubbling cauldron of unfulfilled desires," he growled smoothly, "all hidden beneath a stiff buttoned up cover?"
"Yeah. I do."
"And for some unknown reason, you think you're the one to release my barriers, do you?"
"Nah. Not forever. Just for half an hour or so." She grinned foxily as she continued to massage his groin.
"And do you think," he said with the softest voice, moving his mouth closer to her ear, gazing sidelong into her eyes, "that you can possibly handle the consequences, or me?"
"Sure like ta try," she whispered.
Turning her head, she found his lips clamped suddenly over her own, in a kiss of surprising depth and fire. She found also that he had arms like a vice, wrapped around her naked body. She groaned and threw herself into the kiss, grinding her hips against his, grabbing his tight bum with both hands.
"Bloody nutter, that's what you are," he murmured, trailing bruising kisses down her throat and across her shoulders. "Coming in here and attacking me"¦"
"Wanted to see"¦ if the snake would strike back," she gasped as his teeth grazed her nipples.
"Oh, yes," he rumbled, "I do bite, when provoked."
Frantically, Miranda tugged at his coat and trousers, hindering as much as helping him to undress. When she tried to get his shirt off, Snape took her hands away, gripping like claws, and pushed her back against the wall of the broom shed. Several brooms clattered to the ground around them, as they lost themselves in another burning kiss.
He then lifted her entire body, strong hands cupping her sweet firm ass. She wrapped her thighs around his waist and grasped at the wall behind her, finding purchase on two empty broom hooks. He slid one hand between their heated bodies, as lips and teeth continued taunting her breasts. When his fingers found her pussy, it was already soaked, and she growled as he stroked her clit with precision and knowledge.
"Oh bloody hell, yeah," she gasped, "yeh know what I want. Gimme yer cock man, now!"
He smiled into her half-open eyes and with a single thrust, buried himself in her wet slit. She moaned like an animal, and began thrusting her hips toward him.
They panted and growled and copulated like beasts for a few moments, until she lost her grip on the hooks. Then they tumbled onto the bare dirt floor, rolled over, and she found herself surprisingly pinned beneath him.
"Oh," she grunted as he continued fucking her forcefully, "think yer in charge here, jus' "˜cause yer a teacher?"
"No," he hissed, baiting her with a smile, "because I'm Slytherin." He held her hands above her head now, biting her ears as he thrust his cock deeply into her.
"Ha!" she laughed with true delight, "we shall see about that!" Twisting her hips to get a foot positioned (managing also to enjoy the new angle and depth of his relentlessly thrusting cock) she reached her wand with one toe and flicked it upward to within eyesight. "Accio Wand!" she uttered, and when it was in her grasp she conjured ropes from thin air.
They shot down and wrapped around Snape's arms and legs, lifting him off her body. He snorted, "I thought you wanted this!"
"Oh, I do"¦ but it's time to change positions," she said with smile. Standing, directing the ropes to turn him over in the air like a puppet, he eventually was face up about a foot from the ground. "I wanna be on top."
"You only had to say so," he muttered, smirking.
"I like yeh better this way. Yer so uptight all day in class"¦ seems right ta have yeh tight-up, now." She laughed loudly.
He rolled his eyes and groaned. "So what are you planning to do, Miss Davies? Bore me with weak puns?"
"No"¦ I'm gonna ride yeh "˜til yeh drop." And she straddled him again, sliding him into her cunt easily. "Mmm, yeh are a big one, Professor. But I always knew that."
She slowly ground her hips into him, and raked her nails along his chest, teasing his nipples. She reached down and felt the slippery sliding of their bodies, his cock into her cunt, and sighed with delight.
He was unable to prevent himself from groaning in sheer pleasure. "You, Miss Davies, are eventually going to regret that I don't have any Prophylaktos Potion with me"¦," he panted more rapidly, breathing growing ragged, "in a matter of moments, in fact."
She stopped moving and he grunted in mild disapproval. "Oh no," she chided, "can't have yeh coming yet. Not until you say "˜Gryffindors are great lovers'."
"What?" he barked with utter bewilderment and disdain. "You sit there, naked, ensnaring me with spells, with your lovely little cunt wrapped so delicious and tight around me, holding me at the peak of orgasm," his eyes glittered as she flushed in pleasure," and you honestly expect me to deny an obvious fact like that?"
Laughing with pure glee, she released him from the ropes. When he was once more settled on the ground, she continued riding him, faster and higher, until they both climaxed. Her cunt clamped onto his cock and she all but shouted her delight. His fingers dug into her flesh as he thrust his hips upward in blissful release. No need to be gentle with this one.
They lay panting for a few moments, until he realized just how filthy they'd gotten. Their sweat had turned the dust of the bare floor into mud. Their bodies were streaked with dirt, his hair was a hopelessly tangled wreck, and his formerly white shirt was ruined. And worst of all"¦
"Damn!" he swore, sitting up. "I forgot"¦ I had no potion."
"Oh no bother," she said, standing and stretching her lean muscled framed in an all-too provocative way. "I live most of the time in the Mu wor world. I'm on birth control." She looked into his confused face and grinned in a canny way. "Do yeh think I'd want to have yer baby?"
He smirked and shook his head, trying to magically repair some of the damage to his clothes. Ground in dirt was tricky.
She was already dressed and watching him fuss with his remaining coat buttons. "Thanks a lot for the tumble, Professor. It was everythin' I'd hoped a Slytherin would be."
"Oh give me a break," he grumbled. "All that nonsense about being mistreated by my House"¦ I've just remembered who you are." He approached and stood inches from her lovely disheveled face. "You were Captain of your Quidditch team. You were very popular and well-liked. There was never a thing you couldn't manage to handle, Miss Davies. And your deception here today"¦ is worthy of getting you into Slytherin."
"And of getting' a Slytherin inta me." She laughed as he rolled his eyes again. "Well what would yeh "˜ave said if I told yeh the truth? That I followed yeh into this shed with the specific purpose of fuckin' yeh silly?"
He took a raking glance down her body and met her eyes with black flame. "Yes," he purred.
"Ooh, yeh do surprise me," she gave a pleased growl.
"By the way"¦ why did you say you always knew I was"¦ generously endowed?" he raised an eyebrow.
"Oh that," and she laughed harder. "I learned a spell in me Fifth year. Some girls and I were tryin' to sneak into the boys baths, just to get a peak, ya know, get our jollies. But we found out instead how to cast a Perspectus Charm on ourselves. So we could see through clothes."
"Oh, good grief." His eyes rolled again.
"Hey they didn't call me Randy Miranda for nothin'," she sniggered. "Anyway, I did it on a dare in Potions class one day, and all I gotta say is"¦ Damn, yeh must really love yer job, Professor!"
Crossing his arms at her, he replied calmly. "Whatever may have caused such a natural bodily reaction while I was in class, I can assure you it had nothing to do with my job."
She grinned broadly at him, getting all stiff again. She knew it was mostly an act now, and that made her happy. "Whatever. I just knew if I didn't get a chance to try out that magic wand, I was gonna regret it!" She patted his bum fondly, saying, "Slytherins make great lovers too." And she sauntered out of the shed with a happy twitch in her hips.
It was already dark outside, and Snape stood in the doorway watching the continuing fireworks overhead, and watching her disappear into the night.
Three girls in three days?
"What the bloody hell did they put in the water this year?" he asked half-aloud.
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NOTES:
-TIME-FRAME. My little tales of titillation are meant to take place during the years prior to Harry's arrival at Hogwarts. These are meant to be miscellanous girls that no one else would know about, all very much of legal age, long graduated before the books were written, and all long before Voldemort arises again. Just thought Snape should be having SOME fun in the meantime. ;) They are are also not meant to be taken at all seriously, or even in conjunction with other stories I write about Snape.
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- LATIN. The "Perspectus" Charm is my own invention.