Secrets, Desire, and The Potions Master

"I...I want you..." I said, hardly speaking above whisper. I couldn't seem to look at him. My eyes drifted downwards to the skirt bunched up about my thighs, which were currently wrapped about Professor Snape's waist. The hard desk was cold against my rear and knickers were damp with expectant juices.

"I cannot hear you," he said, and I glanced upwards to see that familiar smirk curling his lips upwards slightly. His palms upon my ass squeezed as if in punctuation to his words. "I...I want you...sir..." I wasn't sure if he would allow me to address him by his given name, even in the position we were in at the moment. "That," he said his voice husky and low, "Is apparent. What, exactly, do you want?"

Oh, god! He wasn't actually going to make me tell him?! Was he? The look upon his face told me my fears were real. I barely stopped myself from groaning, partially in discomfort, partially in fright. The oh-so-familiar flush washed over my face and prickled my skin as I said, in a voice that almost cracked, "I...sir...I want you...inside...of me..."

"Do you now?" he asked, with just a hint of mocking amusement I felt his hardness pressing against me and whimpered with longing. He allowed me to feel his own rigidness for a moment, teasing me. I sighed and leaned backwards on the desk, wanting and needing more.

My eyes drifted closed as I felt the coolness of his hands suddenly caressing the skin of my inner thighs. My legs parted further, seemingly of their own accord. With my head flung back, I couldn't see what he was doing, but I could feel the velvety tip of member near my entrance. I knew if he merely thrust forward, he'd be inside of me. I wondered what he was lingering for. "Tell me," he said, and forced back another groan. Surely he didn't want conversation at a time like this! "Have you ever been with a man, before?"

What kind of a question was that? Of course I hadn't! But, I knew how things worked. I hadn't been born under a fucking rock, for God's sake! "N-no...sir..." I stammered, "Please..."

"I might hurt you," he said, and I felt him begin to pull away. I cried out and sat up, tugging at his coat with my fingers. He couldn't leave me like this again! He just couldn't!

"No!" I cried, desperate, "Please...don't leave me this way..." He was still gently stroking my thighs, bringing his hands to the outsides and rubbing them, almost absently, "Please..." I begged. So much for my self control! I was going to make him suffer! Not the other way around! Well, who ever life was fair? When he spoke at last, his words caught me by surprise. "I won't take your virginity over a filthy desk as if you were some two bit whore..."

With a shudder and an extreme example of self discipline, he backed away and began to redo the buttons of his frock coat and tuck himself back inside his trousers. I was left with my legs spread upon his desk, dripping wet, with my clothing askew, practically drowning in my, as yet unsated, passion. Was this part of the punishment? I thought, as tears came to my eyes. I quickly drew my thighs together and smoothed down my skirt.

"You can't leave me like this!" I cried, "Not again! I know you're suffering as much as I am! Don't deny it!" I yelled when he would have spoken. "If you won't have me here...then...take me to your rooms! Please!"

"Stop begging," he said, but I could tell it was an effort to keep his voice steady, "It's unseemly. I cannot take you to my rooms. Not...for a few moments at least..." he glanced downwards and I realized what he meant. It wouldn't be good for potions master to be stalking the corridors with a noticeable tent puffing out the front of his clothing.

Hopping down from the desk, my legs felt like that gelatinous substance we'd worked with in one of my classes a few days ago. Stumbling a few steps, I flung my arms about his waist, sinking down onto the floor. I pressed my face against the bulge in his pants and looked up at him. I knew I must have looked a sight. "Please, Professor Snape...This is too cruel....even for you..."

Raising his hand towards my head, I clung on tighter. I was near mad with desire. Before he could touch me, there came a sudden and unexpected knock upon the door to his office. We both froze. I knew it couldn't extremely late. I loosened my grip on him as he called out; "A moment, if you please!" and turned to me, "Off the floor! Pull yourself together!" Crawling over to one of the vacated chairs, I pulled myself up and sat down, brushing down my wayward strands of hair with the palms of my hands and trying to steady my breathing. Professor Snape had turned his back to me and was standing stock still near the wall for several moments.

His breathing was slow and deliberate and I knew he was concentrating on something. It did not take a genius to figure out what, exactly. A few long moments passed as the visitor waited outside the door for permission to enter. As Professor Snape turned around, the door unlocked itself and swung ajar. The person standing in the corridor beyond raised a silvery brow at the potions' master.

"Professor," he greeted, and nodded to me, speaking my name quietly. I smiled at him. I'd always liked the headmaster. He seemed a kindly old grandfather. Someone to speak with when things became confusing. Not that I would even consider talking with him about what was currently going on with myself and one of his employees.

"Would you excuse us for a moment, please?" Professor Dumbledore spoke politely, his gentle eyes twinkling at me, "I must speak with Professor Snape for a moment." Understanding, I rose from the chair and walked to the door. I didn't look at Professor Snape as I wrapped a hand about the door knob and turned it. I heard Professor Snape offer the headmaster a seat and then closed the door behind me, cutting off any of the small talk going on between the two. "Pardon," I spun about at the sound of the familiar voice and saw Hermione Granger staring at me with wide eyes.

My heart began to race. I wondered just how thick the walls in Professor Snape's office were. My imagination began to run away with me as I ran through everything that could go wrong. But she surprised me.

"Your skirt..." she said, "Did you spill something on it?" My brows knitted for a moment in my confusion and then I realized what she meant and blushed. To hide my reaction, I began fussing with it, "Oh, Yes!" I laughed, "I must have...I'm so clumsy..." Hermione smiled uncertainly at me and took out her wand, "Easily fixed..." she said, and within a few moments the stain from my juices had disappeared, leaving the front of the skirt as dry and clean as if I'd just taken off the peg in my wardrobe.

"Oh, T-thank you very much!" I said, hoping she didn't notice where, exactly, that stain was located, "Are you off to bed, then?" Shaking her mess of wavy hair, she smiled at me, "No, I've got a ton of extra work to do for Professor Flitwick..." she went on to elaborate, but I had tuned her out. My mind was on other things at the moment. After awhile she seemed to realize that she'd lost her audience.

I thanked her again for fixing my skirt, even though I should have thought of it myself. She stood there for a moment and I wondered what she was waiting for. Finally, she said, "I need to ask Professor Snape something....it's for a project..." she said quickly, as if she thought I'd question her motives. I shrugged; waiting to just get out of there but unsure if my detention was over or not. Some detention, I thought, snorting inwardly, I wondered what Professor Dumbledore wanted.

"Hey..." Hermione began, and I looked away from the door. Her eyes were narrowed slightly, "Is there anything the matter?" For a second I felt my blood run cold, and then she went on, "Well, What I mean is, you've been keeping to yourself a lot...and well...I was just wondering...is there anything I can do? Are you having trouble with...I mean...boy trouble...?" I could tell it was hard for her to offer this.

She seemed like the least person in the world to discuss one's love life with. I smiled kindly at her and shook my head, "It's all right, Hermione," I said, reaching out to touch her sleeve, "I just have a lot on my mind. School work and all that rubbish...You understand how it is..."

"Oh, yes!" her face fairly glowed when she smiled, "I know exactly how that is! Well...um...well, I'm glad to hear you're not looking all peaked due to something horrid." Oh, if only she knew... The door to Professor Snape's office swung open just then. The headmaster strode out, turned and greeted Hermione with a slight bow before turning to me.

"Professor Snape has requested that you come back for the remainder of your detention tomorrow evening." I nodded and thanked him. As he walked away down the corridor I caught a glimpse of Professor Snape standing, partially hidden by shadows, in the doorway to his office. He was watching me.

Before I could do or say anything, he closed the door and I turned my head to see Hermione Granger glancing from the doorway back to me. A strange expression had passed over her features before she attempted to cover it with a slight laugh and said, "Well, wish me luck! I just know he'll probably be in the foulest of moods..." she raised her hand to knock on the door and I bid her farewell before walking down the corridor towards the stone steps that would lead me upwards and out of the dungeons.