Hogwarts Maelstrom. Completed!

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Mariah stumbled out of the doorframe and began to run. His words chasing her as she took flight. The snow caught her up as she dodged through trees and she saw another Muggle House. With a hiss, she began to advance towards the Muggles front lawn. She reasoned that Snape had not considered this a possibility.

Mariah threw herself into her sprinting and she made it to the edge of the well cut lawn in very good time. Her foot went to cross the border and she yelped as she came up against an invisible wall, her shoulder slammed into the air and she was flung back on the ground.

Panting, she turned around and hissed, Snape probably threw up a shield around the whole house. Mariah darted towards the trees in the backyard. She froze and hid behind a huge, old oak tree that sat on the edge of the property. She clawed the bark and shimmied up the tree, and balanced up on the outspread branches above. She held her breath as she waited in the dark, unable to see a thing anymore.

She felt strange; the opium was heightening all the wrong senses. Her vision was blurred from her eyes being so dilated. Her sense of touch and smell was enhanced and the bitter cold had a taste to it that was frightening her senseless. She drew in a ragged breath after a moment, and the sudden sound seemed incredibly loud to her.

Watching, silently Snape followed the snow trail with his eyes until it stopped just outside a huge tree on the end of the property. Snape snuck forward and grabbed Mariah’s foot, jerking her weight to fall down to the ground.

“Got you…” Snape grinned malevolently down at the girl, as she rolled beneath his feet in the snow. Suddenly, she kicked out at his back leg and he fell down beside her, with a grunt.

“I don’t usually like to play with my food, but for you my dear I will make an exception,” purred Snape, and he grappled her body, pushing her deeper into the snow.

Mariah could feel the hardness of his cock rubbed her through her clothes, and she could smell the spicy scent of sandalwood and fir, as his hair tickled her nose. She bucked up against him, and tried to shove him off, but it only sank her deeper into the cold snow. Her violent, rage-filled expression only excited him more.

The reactions she was causing with the fighting was intoxicating Severus and he pressed his hands onto her wrists, holding her there. His dark eyes began to gleam with lust, as he felt the warmth of her body up against his own, despite the icy snow.

Mariah pushed weakly against him again, panting hard, but he was unmovable. Snape lowered his cruel mouth down onto her own lips, blue with cold. He tasted them gently, his tongue licking the inside of her mouth, slowly, teasingly and then with hard possession that began to take hold of her stomach, causing a havoc of butterflies to unleash painfully. Snape gripped her wrists harder, bringing her back to the reality that he was going to rape her, not make love to her. WAKE UP, MARIAH!


Mariah felt the last vestiges of hope and anger, begin to flee. She was back to having no choices again. Even though she would have willingly given him all of her before, the force was breaking a part of her that she had not thought she had left.

He was the only kind person in that completely rotten place. He was her Professor, and she had worshipped his sensual, intense voice for hours through Potions class. She had continually had fantasies her entire teenage life about Severus Snape, A stupid girlish dream that had nothing to do with reality.

Even Fred, whom she had loved more then any other boy she knew, had never caused the kind of thrills that the wizard who currently was trying to rape her, had wrought with a well-placed word. It was killing her that he was doing this to her. Using her, hating her, for her seeming betrayal of him. He obviously felt betrayed by her. Maybe he had felt something for her, something small but now that was destroyed. Severus Snape was hurting her worse then all the morons at Hogwarts combined.

Suddenly a dam burst inside her, she could feel a great, gasping sob break loose through her lips, and she nearly howled with the pain of it. Instead, she whimpered softly, under his punishing lips. Silent tears began to seep from the cracks of her eyes, that she slammed shut from the shocking pain in her chest.

Severus stilled against her lips. A foreign wetness clung to his lower lip and he opened his eyes to stare at the girl pressed beneath him. He was gobsmacked. This self-professed whore, who offered herself to him, as coolly as a Queen would to a peasant, was now crying pitifully. He had not even done anything yet.

Severus felt like he had been slapped. A dull ache formed in his chest as he watched this unflappable, cold girl give into her obvious pain. Suddenly Mariah’s mouth opened and words spilled forth, unstoppable.

“I didn’t want to leave you. What kind of person craves a Deatheater who will eventually kill her? How sick would that have made me, to stay there and be willingly tortured? I took the only chance I had to get out. I have always liked you Professor Snape, I did not lie, I do not think you are a bad man. I just could not take being used anymore, I cannot breathe, and I hate myself so much for being so weak all the time. Just finish it. Please.” she mumbled numbly, her teeth chattering from cold and shock.

Severus felt her words like stinging cuts against his shriveled heart. He felt a tug from her self-loathing, recognition of a sort, from deep inside himself. Suddenly in her eyes he saw every woman from a Dark Revel, staring through her anguished, azure gaze, begging him for death.

Severus felt sick; she was not a strong woman playing a game, but a scared little girl who had pulled the Devil’s tail with no idea of how to handle the repercussions.

“Shhhhhhh… Don’t speak Mariah,” whispered Severus, and he slowly pulled her to her feet. He wrapped his cloak around her wet body, and whispered, “Arefacio.”

Mariah suddenly felt dry and warm, as she pressed helplessly against his chest. Severus grabbed hold of her, disapparated back to the house with her. Mariah continued to sob against his broad chest, not caring if she looked stupid. Her pain seemed to break loose and she felt uncontrollably wild with pain.

Suddenly, it became too much, maybe it was the drug or something else, but Mariah tilted her tear-stained face up to stare into Severus’s black, fathomless eyes. She looped her arms around his neck and pressed a tentative kiss against his harsh lips.

Snape jerked in surprise at her sudden kiss. His mouth opened and her tongue slipped inside, teasing at his own. He shuddered, as her desperate hands delved into his hair and he felt her press her shivering body closer to his own. The gentleness of her fingertips stunned him.

Her hands explored his hair, her fingers curled through the silky locks, as she explored his mouth, licking and teasing his tongue into responding. Severus could taste her salty tears on his tongue, and he moaned low in his throat in pleasure.

Mariah ran her fingers down from his hair to his chest, exploring until it reached his pants. She delved her fingers in to the waist of his pants and he grabbed her wrist with a sucked in breath.

“What are you doing?” he hissed, his dark eyes widened in surprise.

Severus felt uncomfortably aroused, and for the first time in his life, it shamed him. The girl was obviously wounded deeply, and he already ceased the attack. He was not going to take advantage of her vulnerability, not anymore.

“No…” murmured Severus and he pulled her hand back from his pants.

“You coward, you wont let me have pleasure from you, but you can take it?” Mariah gasped in pain. “I am throwing myself at you and you refuse me? You’re sick.”

The rejection and pain was swimming in her blue eyes, and Severus growled under his breath. “I am trying to do the right thing here, if you hadn’t noticed. You do not have to give me anything. Just leave, I’m letting you go, foolish girl.”

Severus closed his eyes, because he could no longer pretend indifference towards the girl. He was beginning to be affected by her pain, it called to him. He knew her almost as well as he knew himself. He had spent a lifetime in misery.

“I don’t want to go.” Mariah whispered hoarsely, and her hand caught his own slender fingertips and she pulled his hand up to cup her breasts. “I want you to take away the pain, S….Severus. Help me forget them, all of them. Show me something real.”

Severus felt his knees buckle when she huskily said his first name. Her voice was doing things to him. Hoarse and full of raw emotion, it sung sweetly to him, almost like a siren’s call.

“I am not a good man,” he groaned.

Suddenly Severus opened his eyes, and stared across at her. The black, glittering orbs showed her the anguish rolling through him, the loneliness, and the raging, lusty, possessiveness that was surging through him.

“No, but your what I want,” murmured Mariah, her own eyes, brilliant with tears and anguish.

Those words broke over him and he shuddered from the pleasure of them. He was what this girl wanted. Not Rodolphus, Not JAMES POTTER, but him, Severus Snape.

Severus captured her mouth and sucked on her lower lip, nipping and licking softly, as he slowly shed her clothes. Mariah moaned under his skillful mouth, his cruel lips now softened and tender. Mariah felt heat between her legs as he began to shrug out of his clothes.

He pushed her backwards towards the bedroom, the sheet covering the bed was ripped off and he gently laid her down on the top of the bed.

“I need to just look at you,” whispered the Dark Wizard, as he ran his delicate, slender fingertips over her body, almost worshipping the contours, and curves that made up her frame.

Mariah closed her eyes and sighed deeply. Severus began to press feathery kisses onto her hips, his fingers, stroking lightly, gently and almost lovingly all over her breasts, he encouraged each of her nipples harden, lightly flicking the soft, pink peaks until Mariah arched, spreading her legs out to him.

“I am going to erase every foul touch that came before me, Mariah.” Severus, whispered into the hot flesh behind her ear, his hair tickled out to trail over her. Severus lowered himself between her legs, and Mariah, jumped startled from his position.

“What are you doing?” she whispered, her breathing elevated from his dancing fingers. Mariah had never felt more exposed but it was building a strange trust between them. She felt strangely wanton, spread wide, with his hot breath easing between her legs, and teasing across her wet folds. Gods, he made her feel so hot. The pain from before seemed a distant memory when Severus grabbed her hips, and she could feel his voice, vibrate from between her thighs.

“I want to bring you pleasure.” He murmured silkily, and then he stuck his tongue between her folds, licking and stabbing inside, causing darts of pleasure to consume her.

Fred had never done this before, she had done this to girls before, always through force, but she had no idea of the pleasure that happened when it was happening to you. Suddenly, Severus flicked her nub, and suckled on it, lapping deeply of her juices as she suddenly spasmed, feeling her first orgasm roll through her.

He nudged her clit with the tip of his nose, and sniffed appreciatively as he became to grip her hips harder. Suddenly, Mariah gasped, arching as she felt a painful ache, slowly growing, and building, until it burst inside her and she bucked wildly under his tongue.

“Good girl, you taste lovely,” murmured Severus, as he spread her folds wide, thrusting his long, smooth fingertips into her tight hole, wiggling them as she bucked, and thrust.

Guttural moans began to escape from Mariah as she felt herself loosing it again.

“Oh Gods, Severus have mercy on me. Please, I need you inside me, NOW,” she panted, her hands pressing his face deeply between her legs, greedily. Severus laughed, and lapped her wet folds with a evil laugh.

“Well since you insist, witch.” Severus pulled himself upright with a satisfied, smug little smile, and he pulled out his cock.

“Gods, your huge,” gasped Mariah, staring down at the weapon in the Potion Masters hand.

Severus smiled snarkily at her, and pumped his cock, squeezing it hard. “Don’t worry, witch you will fit me,” he whispered, and he crawled on top of her. He positioned himself at the apex between her legs, the tip of his cock rubbed the wet folds, near her clit and she moaned, dropping her head back on the bed.

Her beautiful hair spread out around her, and Snape stared down into her passion hazed blue eyes. He felt struck by her eagerness, her obvious desire for him, the old nasty Potions master. She was a balm to his soul as much as he was to her’s.

Severus shuddered as he slowly pushed inside her, her pussy was incredibly tight, and he knew that it would hurt her a bit. He licked her mouth and pushed all the way inside. Mariah made a breathy noise, her heart pounding as Severus stared into her eyes.

His eyes up close were not black, but the darkest, richest brown color, with thick lashes that gave him a wicked look. Now, those eyes were heated with searing lust and she almost orgasmed on the spot when he finally pushed all the way inside her.

“Kiss me,” she whimpered against his mouth. “Don’t stop, kissing me, Severus.”

When she said his name he almost came right then and there. She should be illegal, her breathy moaning was undoing all his tightly wound self control. He began to slowly move inside her, rocking her gently, and then the wetter and hotter she became the harder he moved.

Mariah groaned as he began to claim her. His cock was sliding in and out of her at an agonizingly slow speed, teasing, readying her and then WHAM, he began to piston into her and she shuddered with delight, shrieking from the building ache, thrusting up against him, clutching him to her.

“Oh Gods, please… You are so perfect, just don’t stop. Don’t ever stop,” she moaned clutching his back, digging her nails in as he worked her.

Severus jerked from her nails and he relished the pain, it gave him something to concentrate on other then the burgeoning desire to explode inside the beautiful girl writhing beneath him. Soon, the Dark Wizard was sweating, moaning from the tightness contracting around his cock. He kissed and licked her lips, possessing her repeatedly, until he finally bit down on her neck.

Mariah screamed as she bucked up, the pain and pleasure of his fierce possession broke her down. She orgasmed hard, she gripped his strong shoulders as she screamed out his name. “…Severus…please!!!!” she screamed, and Severus felt his cock flood suddenly. It coated his cock in hot, tight slickness, and that coupled with her screaming his name, made him finally explode deep inside her, soaking her womb.

He held her to him, pressing his lips to her neck, unwilling to let her go before he had too. He jerked, gasping as he finished and he rolled her to lie on top of him. Mariah sighed in pleasure as she rested across his body, breathing in his unmistakable scent. Severus’s hand reached up to gently play with her hair, coiling the different hair strands through his pale fingers.

“Your beautiful, Mariah. You know that. You are not a whore to me. Just a survivor,” he whispered intently. His quiet words struck her hard, and she felt her chest squeeze suddenly.

“You too,” she whispered, sliding to the side of him, her fingers delving into his silky hair. “I’ve fantasized about being able to touch your hair, most of my school life.”

“Because you wanted to see how greasy it was?” scowled Severus and Mariah laughed.

“No. I just wondered how it felt. How your lips felt. Everything,” she murmured sleepily. “Of course, there wasn’t a single Slytherin girl who didn’t.”

“Silly chit, I would have eaten you alive,” he smirked.

“You practically did,” pointed out Mariah. Severus scowled.

“Are you complaining?”

“No, I definitely want it to happen again,” sighed Mariah dreamily, remembering it.

Her words made Severus think. He could not leave her here. He could not even have anything remotely with this girl. What was he doing? Voldemort would kill her, the instant he realized she was here. He felt a small part of him close off. He closed his eyes.

“It won’t happen again. It cannot happen again, Mariah. You have to go back to your friends. For your own safety.” Severus said woodenly.

“What?” Mariah sat up and stared at him in shock. “Don’t you want me to be with you? I can help you!”

“What? Be part of a Dark Revel?” he hissed sarcastically. Severus sighed at the look of eager hope on her young face. Too many young girls died because of him before. He WOULD NOT, sacrifice Mariah.

“No, besides it was all in good fun you know.” smirked Severus. “You wanted a quick lay and I was glad to have a clean smelling woman like you in my arms. I appreciate it and you no longer owe me anything.”
Mariah gasped from his suddenly calm demeanor.

“Listen you snarky bastard, I am in Slytherin too, I know what you are trying to do and it won’t bloody work. You can’t cheapen this. You fucking wanted me, and now you are scared to death. Fine. You want me gone, I get it. Show me the door.”

Mariah rose up angrily, her face frozen and without expression.

Severus pointed stiffly to his pocket. “Inside is the port key back to where ever you were before.” He replied, staring at her face, memorizing her features.

Mariah picked up the coat and before her hand dove into the pocket, she stared across at him.

“You make me angrier then anyone in my entire life, Severus Snape. AND I dated Fred Weasley! I know you think you are protecting me, but you could be helping us, instead of playing house with Voldypants. I like you, I genuinely like you. But why do I hate you at the same time?”

Mariah looked down, tears spilling off her cheeks as she whispered the last part. Suddenly, she dove her hand into the pocket, closing around the coin, sitting there.

She was gone.

The coat floated to the floor.

Severus stared across at the coat, he rubbed his burning eyes, and punched the wall next to him.

“No more then I hate myself, love.” His voice sounded raw.


Except nobody answered him back.







TBC – Obviously.



(( I am pretty sure that choked me up a bit to write. Poor Sev, you weirdo. Grab the girl and run for the hills. *Sigh….* Anyways, that was so hot, I almost don’t care that they hurt.))


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