In The Dungeon Deep And Dark

In the Dungeon Deep and Dark. Chapter 3



“What on earth are you doing?” Madam Pomfrey called sharply upon discovering her young charge curled up in the arms of the dark Professor.



“What? Oh! Oh I... ah woke up from a nightmare. I was frightened and there was no-one else around. I thought the Death eaters were coming back for me.” Georgia lied quickly, extricating herself regretfully from Snape’s grip. She had felt so safe and comforted in his arms and had enjoyed the sensation of his ‘morning glory’ pressed firmly between her buttocks through the layers of fabric and his hand cupping her breast.



“Yes, well you seem to be well enough to return to your dormitory.” The nurse said brusquely.



“Thank you Madam Pomfrey.” She replied and dashed out of the Infirmary to avoid further embarrassment.





Some time later, when Snape awoke, he dutifully made his way to the Headmaster’s office still unsure how to explain what happened.



“Severus, I believe we have much to discuss.” Dumbledore began with a grave countenance.



“Indeed Headmaster, however I am afraid much of it you will find quite disturbing. I myself am greatly discomfited at the prospect of recounting the tale.” Snape admitted.



“Nevertheless, I suggest you start at the beginning.” Dumbledore encouraged firmly.



“Well, as you know, I had just finished a double lesson with the seventh years and was about to retire to my office to organise the samples they had provided when I was confronted by four of my former associates who appear to have eluded the authorities thus far.” He said irritably. He took a cleansing breath and continued.



“I understand they wanted revenge for passing information to the Order, facilitating the Dark Lord’s demise. Miss Callaghan returned to the classroom, I believe to retrieve some forgotten property, and disturbed them while they were in the midst of carrying out their plan.” Snape faltered, remembering the horrific things the men had done, what they had wanted to do. How much should he tell the trusting old man? He continued, discomposed and troubled, no longer the calm, irascible potions master everyone else saw.



“They forced her to perform sexual acts in order to secure both our lives and safety. The girl is to be commended Albus, she comported herself with dignity throughout the whole nightmare, and was extremely brave. They... oh god... they put the Conceptus charm on her headmaster. She may be with child already.” He held his head in his hands, full of anguish and guilt at Georgia’s fate.



“I see. I will have Pomona send her to Poppy to be checked over again. We will do what we can for the girl, whatever the outcome. Meanwhile, Filius is checking the wards to find out how four men of malicious intent could enter Hogwarts property undiscovered. As far as the girl is concerned, I fear she may have some emotional issues following the incident. She may become overly attached to you, some sort of hero worship. Conversely, she may also have an irrational fear of your presence. Either way, I hope you will be supportive and professional.”



“Of course Headmaster, I find myself more inclined to accept her presence in light of her sacrifice. The whole thing is my fault and I will endeavour to make it up to her however I can. I would hate to see an able student abandon her studies. That would be the final blow. I will not turn her away should she turn to me for advice or comfort. I owe her that at least.” Snape said vehemently.



“Very good Severus. I understand you have a hard time dealing with your students on a personal level, especially those not of your house. Should her attentions be an unwanted burden, I would understand if you referred her back to her own Head of House.” Dumbledore assured a distraught and penitent Snape.





Georgia stood outside the dungeon door, berating herself for her foolishness. The whole trial was over now. Time to face him and get on with her life. She took her usual seat in class, ignoring the whispers and strange looks from the other students. The chatter dropped of suddenly when Professor Snape swept theatrically into the room as usual.



“Quiet. Today’s potion is on the board, make notes and get your ingredients. I should not have to tell you how to behave in a lesson after nearly seven years in my class.” He began, then noticed what had caused the commotion.



“Miss Callaghan, I am glad to see you felt able to return to your studies.” He said softly, too quiet for the others to hear. Georgia flushed at his words, and the tenderness in his tone. She had never heard him speak to anyone in such a way, and the tone enriching that delicious voice made it feel like a caress on her skin, making her shiver. She couldn’t meet his gaze, instead focusing on setting up her cauldron.



Over the course of the lesson, he found his eyes flitting to her more often than the other students. She had sacrificed her dignity, her virginity, possibly her future; all to save him. No-one had ever cared that much for him before. And what she had said in the Hospital Wing; she found him arousing? She wanted to be intimate with him? He felt himself getting warmer at the memory of her soft, warm body entwined with his and the dirty talk she had whispered in his ear to encourage him. He shook himself mentally, berating himself for thinking so. The poor child had been brutally violated by Death Eaters. No, she wasn’t a child anymore, she was a woman now.



He began pacing the classroom, observing his students’ methods and the results of their efforts. When he came close to Georgia, she began to tremble and her breath hitched nervously. He looked at her questioningly. Was she frightened of him now? However, when she looked up with wide eyes and raked her gaze over him appraisingly, subconsciously licking her lips there was no doubt in his mind the cause of her discomfort. She still wanted him, as much as he wanted her. He couldn’t deny it; his dreams were filled with the thoughts of her tight sheath clamped firmly round his cock as she rode him, screaming his name. Her thoughts were similarly occupied and as her concentration slipped, she dropped doxy eggs instead of lacewing flies into her cauldron, causing her solution to bubble dangerously. Snape vanished the contents before it could become seriously harmful.



“Miss Callaghan, a word please after class.” He said in a deceptively calm voice, striding off to sneer at Granger and Potter’s cauldrons.



When everyone else had handed in their samples and filed gratefully out of the classroom, some shooting Georgia sympathetic glances, Snape gestured sharply for her to follow him into his office. He turned to face her, leaning against his desk ad looking at her with an inscrutable expression. She began to feel very exposed under the heat of the intense gaze of those cold black eyes.



“Firstly, I would like to congratulate you on having the courage to return to the scene of your ordeal to persist with your studies, especially in the presence of the one who was at least partially responsible. However it is clear you are not ready to continue in my class as you are clearly distracted which can be lethal in the field of potions, for others around you as well as yourself.”



“I’m sorry sir, I do want to finish the NEWT, I just... drifted off for a moment. I promise I’ll try harder.” She defended.



“May I ask the cause of the distraction if, as you say, you have indeed absolved me of any blame for the incident?” he asked, still not believing the girl could have found it in her heart to forgive him.



“You sir.” She replied shyly.



“Me?” he asked incredulously.



“Yes sir. I just kept thinking about the last time we were together in that classroom

together and I... oh god.” She swallowed nervously and looked down to the floor in shame. ‘This is it, she’s terrified to be near me.’ Snape thought.



“I just keep remembering you, so close to me, your skin on mine.” She panted, her breathing now shallow as she became further aroused by her memory and the proximity of the object of her desire. He stood close to her again, his expression blank, and raised a hand to cup her cheek.



“I see, we shall have to do something about your distraction. We cannot have you going to classes in a daze now can we?” he said amusedly.



“What do you suggest sir?” she gasped, hoping he meant what she thought he did. He smiled and dipped his head, his lips meeting hers gently, capturing her bottom lip and teasing it between his. She gasped and he slid his tongue between her lips, tasting her. She ran her hands up his arms to his shoulders pulling him closer. She tangled her hands in his hair, noting half-consciously that it wasn’t quite as greasy as it had been last time. She imagined it must get worse as the day drew on. He wrapped his arms firmly around her waist, crushing her to him as he kissed her passionately, desperately, lifting her off the ground. She wrapped her legs around his waist, levering herself up to push against him with a passion of her own. He pulled back for a moment.



“We don’t have long, lunch began ten minutes ago.” He said, moving his hands under her hips to support her weight.



“We have long enough. Please Severus, I want you. I’ve needed this since I woke in the Hospital wing. I keep craving what I only had a taste of the other day.” She said huskily. He kissed her throat, placing her down on his desk.



“Oh Georgia, I wish I knew what I did to deserve you.” He panted, unbuttoning her blouse to reveal her breasts, scooping them out of their fabric confines and lavishing them with kisses. Georgia tried to undo his coat to reveal his pale flesh to her once more but his tender ministrations were too distracting. She settled for rubbing his engorged member through the rough fabric of his trousers. He reached out and stopped her.



“Not yet, sweet Georgia. This time, you will know pleasure. This is your reward.” He whispered, returning his attention to the delicious young woman before him, trailing his tongue down her body and sliding her skirt up, stroking her soft thighs. Georgia closed her eyes and gave herself over to the pleasurable sensations her teacher was eliciting.



Suddenly she felt something soft brush her thighs and her eyes snapped open to reveal her professor licking and stroking her pussy through her soaking wet pants.



“Oh sir!” she gasped as he pulled the damp fabric aside and inserted a long thin finger into her.



“As I said before Georgia, cal me Severus.” He told her before dipping his head again and replacing his finger with his tongue, lapping at her moist lips and plunging into her core. She gripped the edge of the desk and spread her legs further, pushing her pelvis forward and offering herself up to him. He flicked the tip of his tongue over her clit and she gasped and twitched in pleasure. He paused and looked up at her.



“Touch yourself, I want to see you in ecstasy.” He purred. She blushed at his instruction but was turned on even more by the husky timbre his already delectable voice had taken on in his lust. She tentatively cupped one of her breasts, kneading it gently and rolling the hard nub between thumb and forefinger, humming in pleasure and crying out in ecstasy when Snape resumed licking her clit, pumping his fingers inside her rhythmically.



“Oh god, Severus, please! I want you inside me now.” She pleaded. He looked up at her, surprised but pleased. He moved up her body, kissing her fiercely once more. This time she made short work of his buttons, spreading her hands across his bare chest, enjoying the feel of his warm flesh beneath her hands before pressing her own bare chest against his, revelling in the sensation of his body against hers. She pulled both his trousers and boxers down roughly to reveal the very appendage that had disturbed her sleep these last few nights. She wrapped her hand around it, enjoying the feel of velvety soft skin wrapped around hardness like steel clasped in her hand. He growled as he hooked his fingers into her underwear and yanked forcefully, removing them in one swift movement and tossing them casually somewhere in the office out of sight. She hooked her ankles behind him, drawing him toward her sopping wet core with her strong thighs. He positioned himself above her, looking deep into her eyes as he entered her slowly, enjoying the lustful rapture he found reflected therein as she gazed lovingly up into his dark depths.



“Oh Severus, I want you so much.” She moaned as he began to thrust deep into her, abandoning all traces of his cold facade as he surrendered to his need and the comfort of his lover’s arms. She made him feel something he hadn’t felt in years; wanted, needed, complete, desirable even. God alone knew why a young woman like her would want a snarky, ugly miserable old git like him but he certainly appreciated it. God he certainly needed the feel of her hot, wet pussy sliding up and down his cock.



Georgia was in heaven. She had often dreamed of Snape, even before she had experienced him, but never had she imagined he would ever be inclined to fuck her hard over his desk.



“Harder, Severus, I’m coming!” she called, panting harder and clutching onto him for dear life. He complied willingly, pumping harder into her and hitting her womb as he neared his own completion, firing his load into her channel as she came hard, gasping for breath and calling his name. He remained hovering over her for a moment, kissing her neck affectionately and brushing his hands up and down her sides. She would never have guessed he could be so tender; this softness seemed so out of character to the man she thought she knew. Was it possible this was more than just a quick, satisfying screw to him too? He extricated himself from her grasp and cleaned them both up.



“I think you have just enough time to get some lunch before your next class.” He said sheepishly, unsure what to say next in this situation.



“Thank you Severus, I feel much better now.” She replied shyly. “I... I’d like to do this again sometime, if you like.” She added. He took her hand and looked at the big hearted Hufflepuff who had accepted him into her life so readily.



“I should like that very much Georgia.” He replied, kissing her softly before letting her go.



Much later that evening, while checking his office before retiring to his rooms, he noticed something small and white in a corner that should not have been there. He picked the item up and discovered to his shock that it was Georgia’s knickers, still infused with the heady scent of her arousal. He smiled to himself and pocketed the garment before heading off to his rooms, pleasantly distracted with the thought of his young paramour having to walk around all afternoon without underwear.