Deep Down and Dirty Thoughts . . .

Disclaimer : I did not create, nor do I own, any of the characters. I just like to Imperio them into doing my will for a bit. Obviously, for my own amusement, and not to make money.

In this chapter, Severus is having a conversation, of sorts, in his head with himself. I used italic and normal text to differentiate between the two sets of “dialog”.

Many thanks to my beta angelastarcat!!! Thank you very much!!!


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C H A P T E R . 0 2 . S E V E R U S

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Get a grip man. You’re sweating for Merlin’s sake.

Luckily, your mask is well in place. They can’t see. They won’t know.

Just keep speaking in that unaffected tone, and you will be safe.

Oh, sweet Merlin, there she goes.

For two whole months now, you’ve been watching her, obsessing over her.

It all started one day in class. You heard your named being cried out.


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Thinking someone to be in distress, I scan the class unnoticed while still lecturing on the properties of Osha root. No one seems to be hurt. No one else seems to think that anything is out of the ordin. . . What is that?

Miss Granger has some type of spell surrounding her. I hadn’t even noticed her through the first half of my lecture. Ah, that’s what the spell is.

What can she be doing in class that she doesn’t want anyone else to see?

Don’t give her detention just yet. See what she is up to. And if you find nothing, you can always fabricate some other reason to give her a detention.

My, she does look relaxed with those glazed eyes and that slack expression on her face. I bet she is sleeping in class.

Hmmm . . . Let’s just have a peek inside, shall we? Good thing I don’t need to speak this spell aloud. Legillimens.

Dear Merlin, Nimue and all the bloody rest! I never knew Miss Granger could be so . . . so . . . flexible.

Oh, no! You’ve stopped speaking. Quick! Fake a coughing fit! Summon water! Stall, man, stall!

I’d say that was a close one. Some spy I am.

The images are forever burned into my mind; moreover, they aren’t the only thing burning. What to do about this bloody hard-on? Nothing for now, I suppose. Thank Merlin for billowy robes.

Now what is she doing? No. No! She can’t be! Her robes are concealing all, but it appears she is . . . pleasuring herself? In my class?

Oh, sweet Merlin. I don’t even need to use Legillimency to see those images, so strong and close to the surface. They are, practically, leaping out of her mind to reach me.

This will not do. Shifting and straining against the wool of my pants, this substantial erection is almost too much to . . .

Breathe . . . Breathe.

Well, now you know who was calling out your name a short while ago.

This is too much.

“Class dismissed!”


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Two months. Two months, I have endured, this sweet agony.

Well, you have no one to blame but yourself. Once you found out she only does . . . this during your lectures, they haven’t had too many labs, have they?


\'Severus!\'


Why do I let her keep tormenting me like this?

Well, I suppose, it is because she doesn’t know that she is torturing you. And, if she ever stumbles onto the little fact that you know, that you see, it would most definitely end.

I don’t care anymore. Hermione has to know. I have to tell her that her feelings are . . . reciprocated.

Hello. What’s this?

Indeed.

She wants a detention!

As you wish.

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S e v e r u S l a v e N o t e s : Okay, should I continue with the detention story? It would have to be a separate story, since this one is just about thoughts really.


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