There\'s No Place Like Hogwarts

AN- Hey gals and guys! I was so happy to see so many lovely reviews. I have an idea about who will die in HBP. I’m going for Lupin, thinking that Pettigrew will kill him, with that silver hand that Voldemort gave him. Ugh, it seems like it’s such a long time to wait for something. Jenn, I’m glad the chapter made you laugh. You know, I don’t really know where the funny comes from. I just write it that way. My fave comedians are George Carlin, Denis Leary, Richard Pryor and Eddie Murphy. Lightgoddess, I don’t think the HBP is going to be an original character. What if it’s Tom Riddle? He’s not Voldemort (well not technically). The UK adult cover for HBP has a book with the title of Advanced Potions. I wonder what that means? Because we all know that Harry is terrible at Potions. Snape has a lot more to do with this book. Prays to JK not to kill Snape off. Dreamweaver, I’m glad that you like that line. I knew someone would get a great kick out of it. I too have often wondered why some people leave nasty reviews. The person who left it, found all of my stories and left nasty reviews on every one of them too. Jillian, if I knew where that person was, I’d gladly tell you. On an off note, I’m thinking of starting a book club, but online. Like I’d pick the first book, we’d read a chapter at a time and e-mail each other about it. For the first one, I’d pick a VC Andrews book, or A Tree Grows In Brooklyn. What do you guys think? My e-mail is glitterprincessmom@yahoo.com And just in case, Snape’s reaction to Jessica later on (you’ll see loyal readers) is entirely normal. Even though he’s mean, he’s still a man, and is tempted by a pretty young woman in his bed. Lemons ahead! I guess you could say it’s a little non- con, but they (Jess and Snape) kind of egged each other into it.


Snape bowed before the Lord of All Ugly, first kissing the hem of his robes, and then kissing his hand. Probably the only action that Moldy Voldy was going to see for a long time, Snape thought to him self, wryly. Voldemort waved his hand, and Snape stood up.

“You summoned me, Lord?”

“Yes, Severus. Have a seat.” Snape sat in a chair, facing his master. Voldemort offered him a glass of wine. As Snape leaned over, Voldemort’s wide nostrils flared, picking up on a scent that normally was not one associated with Severus.

“I smell perfume on you, Severus. Have you been with a woman tonight?”

“Not in the sense that you think, my Lord. Albus insisted that I play nursemaid to a female student that had a little too much to drink. She spent half the night falling all over me.” Snape replied bitterly, taking a large swallow of his wine.

To his surprise, Voldemort burst out in laughter.

“That is why I contacted you, Severus. I have somewhat of a special mission for you. Are you willing?”

“Of course, my Lord. Your will is my command.”

Voldemort smiled again, his red eyes gleaming. Snape felt a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach.

“I wish you to find a wife, Severus. You are a great wizard, and the last of your line. The Snape family is one of the oldest in our world. I do not wish to see it perish simply because you want to be alone. You will find a wife within 2 weeks. I wish you to bring her to me, so that I may find her worthy of you. I do not care by which means you go about getting a wife. Potions, Imperious, it’s no matter to me. Just make sure she is able to bear children. I have a feeling that she will conceive that night.” Voldemort said, a dark light in his eyes. Snape once again bowed to him.

“As you wish, my lord.”

Snape found himself in a state of panic. He had no idea who he was going to marry. He was sure that Albus wouldn’t go along with such a thing. Snape had never felt so trapped in his life. He went into his rooms, stripping as he walked towards his bed. He climbed into the covers, forgetting for a second that he was not alone. He nearly jumped out of his skin and hexed Jessica as she lay there sleeping. In the dim light of the fireplace, he could just make her out. She was shivering in her sleep, her skin covered in gooseflesh. Snape summoned a thick blanket and placed it on her body, though he did not know why he did this. He lay there, looking at her for the longest time. He had never been intimate with any woman, at least not like this, where the woman stayed after. He used whores for his sexual pleasure, and sparingly at that. But lying next to one was something he had not experienced. Snape examined her face, seeing the small bump on her nose. It looked like it had been broken at some time, and not set properly. Her eyebrows were finely arched, and over the left, a small silver hoop pierced through. He tentatively reached out and touched it, wondering what was so appealing about shoving metal into your skin. Jessica moved in her sleep, throwing the blanket off of her body. Snape moved one more time to cover her, only to find that her skin was hot. He could feel the heat coming in waves from her body.

Snape, worried that she was sick from drinking, pressed one hand to her head, only to find it cool. He charmed the blanket to stay on her. If she got sick from the drafty room, Albus would kill him. He closed his eyes, and tried to sleep. It wasn’t easy, though. Jessica moved so much in her sleep that the only way that he finally got her to stop was by pulling her close to him and holding onto her. Snape hated doing this, he wasn’t one for much contact, but he needed to sleep. It took a lot of energy to be the snarky, evil potions master and if he didn’t get his beauty sleep, he wouldn’t be able to bully Potter and Weasley in the morning. He felt the warmth from her skin, and noticed how her body molded against his. Her skin was soft and scented, and felt like silk to his touch. He felt the underside of her breast as she breathed in and out pressing under the arm he had thrown around her waist. Snape groaned softly, feeling a twinge as his cock stiffened. Willing it to go down, he tried thinking of the nastiest things he could. A dancing naked Voldemort wouldn’t make it go down. Nor would thinking about the time he had gone into Albus’ office and found Minerva McGonagall riding the old wizard on his desk.

Jessica was wide- awake and fully aware that little Snape was pressing into her back. She was a light sleeper and had been awake from the moment that Snape had gotten into bed. She figured, that she might as well enjoy herself while she was here. All it took was a little thrashing about and Snape had taken her into his arms. They were strong arms, lightly muscled, probably from years of stirring cauldrons. She shifted a little, feeling Snape’s body tense up. She wanted to turn him over and fuck him senseless before he knew what hit him, before she woke up from this wonderful dream. Not to mention the fact that drinking made her really horny.

Snape felt her wriggling against his bare body (he slept naked). Soft moans came from her, as if she was having an erotic dream. He then saw one eye peep open and it hit him that Jessica was awake and toying with him. Grinning, he decided to fight fire with fire. He ran one finger down her arm, and drew it across her neck. He traced the curve of her breast with his hand and then reaching beneath the silk, he cupped one soft globe in his palm. Jessica moaned softly, her body responding under his touch. She felt his lips press against her neck, his teeth lightly nipping at the tender flesh. Snape let go of her breast and slid his hand up her leg, pushing the material of her gown to her thighs. He felt her breathing go ragged, and wondered how much longer she was going to continue feigning sleep. He touched one finger to her wet center and felt her hips buck forward. Her eyes flew open at this, but Snape wanted to prove a point. He had an idea in mind. He slid another finger in her. She was warm there, slick and wet and tight around his long fingers. He nearly lost self control there, but warmly whispered in her ear

“You like that?” Jessica jumped at the sound of his voice, but let out a low moan as his thumb rubbed her swollen clit. She was so near the edge, so near. His voice was low and sexy in her ear, and his hands felt great.

‘Then maybe you’ll like this too” Snape grabbed her waist, and hauled her from the bed. Throwing Jessica over his shoulder he stomped towards the bathroom. She pounded her fists into his back screaming at him to let her go. She frantically kicked, trying to get free, but Snape held on tighter. He opened the shower door, turned the water on and dumped Jessica into the shower. She screamed loudly as the water ran over her skin.

“That’ll cool you off” he said. Jessica stood, pulling him into the water with him.

“You bastard. I felt your dick, hard as a rock pressed against me, Snape.” She countered, pushing him against the wall. She slid on hand down, feeling the hardness in her palm. She looked at him, noticing his eyes close at her touch.

“That’s nice, right? I can make you feel great, Severus.” She said, using his first name. “It’s not taking advantage of me. I’m more than willing to help you out.”

Snape grabbed her arms, pinning her to the shower wall. He held her wrists above her head with one hand and grabbed her chin with the other, forcing him to look at her. Jessica looked defiantly at him, but he could see fear in her eyes.

“Don’t play with fire.” He said, but lowered his head to hers. He ripped the wet gown from her body. Snape let go of her wrists and kissed her roughly on the mouth. Jessica felt his lips as they crushed hers. His hands roamed her body, but they hurt. It was not the gentle touch before, he was really hurting her skin. His fingers pinched her nipples, his mouth left hers, and he muttered something about getting burned. He carried her back into the bedroom, laid her on the bed and grabbed his wand. Jessica felt fear and hated herself for causing this. He said something, and a thin ribbon shot from the end of his wand and bound her hands together.

Snape pressed a soft kiss to her lips, while parting her thighs with his hands. He pushed himself forward, groaning at her wetness and warmth as it sheathed him. He moved faster and faster, unaware that Jessica was struggling underneath him. He was lost in his lust. Snape felt his seed spill inside of her and came back down to earth. He withdrew himself, undid the bonds and looked at Jessica. Her eyes were filled with tears, but she didn’t cry. She looked at him, confused. He tore his gaze away, hurt by what he had done. Albus wanted him to protect her, and he had just raped her, hadn’t he?

Jessica rolled on her side, not speaking. She wanted to cry, but she wasn’t going to let Snape see that. She did want him to have sex with her. She was the one who started it, but she didn’t expect him to tie her up and do that. She heard Snape get up and walk away. When she heard the door close, she started sobbing. She ached all over, her lips were sore and swollen. Jessica felt that she had gotten what she deserved, in a way. She had been warned, but she ignored him. She wanted to taunt Snape, tease him. She felt torn, confused. She wanted him to make love to her, didn’t she? Jessica wiped her eyes, pulled the blanket on her body and prayed for sleep to come.

A few minutes later, Snape crept from the bathroom. He too, wondered if what he had done was wrong. Jessica had taunted and teased him with her body, but he had done the same. He could still fell her, the way her mouth felt on his. She felt like she belonged there.

He looked at her body, still in the bed. He saw her face looking in the fire, the tear marks dried on her face. Snape ached in his heart at hurting someone that he did not have to. Rape was for people like Malfoy and Voldemort.

“It’s not your fault.” she said quietly. Snape looked down. She stared into the fire, a wry smile on her face. “I tempted you, and you warned me.”

Snape walked over to the side of the bed. Kneeling on the floor, he looked at her face. Doing something he had never done in his life, Snape took a deep breath and apologized.

Jessica smiled softly. “Look, it’s both our faults. Hey, it was the alcohol.” She laughed softly, stopping as a pain shot through her body. Snape looked concerned. He walked over to a large cabinet, got a vial and handed it to Jessica.

“It’s a pain potion. It’ll help your discomfort, and will help you sleep.” Jessica took the vial and downed it.

“Thanks, Severus.” She handed back the empty vial. Before she fell asleep, she called his name again. He leaned in to hear her voice.

“I won’t tell anyone that you were nice. It’d be terrible for your reputation”

Snape growled, and chuckled at the same time. She was something, all right.

AN- Okay, so I said that Jess was going to meet Harry, but this chapter got out of hand. I was going to end it with Snape dumping her in the shower and leaving her there, but I liked how it turned out. As for whether it was rape, or not, Jess never said no, she was just a little shocked at how Snape handled her. Sorry if it’s offensive to anyone, but Snape is a Death Eater, and strikes me as a man without much “experience” with women.And Jess did tease him, so it was both thier faults. He’ll be gentler, I PROMISE! Next chapter, Jessica’s first day at Hogwarts.