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Magick
© 2001 M.A.Afallan
All characters from the world of "Harry Potter" belong to the prophetess J.K.Rowling. I am only borrowing them for my dirty minded pleasure, but I promise to clean them off before I return them, only slightly bruised from wear and tear. OFCs belong to me (muwahaha)
ALUMNI WEEKEND AT HOGWARTS
PART FOUR: MAGICK
The fourth, and thankfully final, day of Alumni Weekend would conclude with a formal dinner and dance, which Snape didn't particularly care to join in. Then everyone would go home and he could be back to his normal sex-deprived self. He almost sighed, but wasn't sure if it was regret or relief. It had certainly been an"¦ unusual week.
Today he was feeling slightly bruised from the romp in the broom shed. Though he'd had a nice hot bath to soak his muscles last night, this morning he was still a bit worn out. He woke late, called for a house-elf to bring him breakfast in his chambers, and slowly let himself wake up. It was nearly noon when he finally decided to get dressed and prowl the castle.
He opened the hidden portal from his chambers to his classroom, which didn't lead there directly, but through a winding passageway and through another room that extremely few people knew about, and finally into his office and the classroom beyond it. Normally during a school year, he used a completely different route which led into the main hallways, so that students would never know exactly where he slept. That wasn't paranoia, he just knew how tempting it would be to some students, for planting all sorts of pranks in his bedroom.
But today he was unconcerned about using a more direct path, as no one would be about. He crossed the empty hidden chamber between, and said the words that opened the invisible doorway to his office and then walked through it to the classroom.
What a shocking sight greeted him. A girl lay on her back right on top of his desk, knees in the air, obviously in the throes of a massive orgase fre froze in his tracks and could only stare wildly, as her busy fingers bought her to a whimpering, shuddering climax.
Her breathing hoarse and almost tearful, she collapsed then, head dropping over the edge of the desk and a reddish waterfall of hair nearly brushed the floor. She sighed and slowly opened her hazel eyes, and found herself looking upside down into horrified obsidian eyes, set in a pale strained face framed by coal black hair.
She all but screamed, in surprise and hideous embarrassment. If Snape hadn't been a stronger person he'd have followed suit. She clambered upright, pulling her skirt down, and made to run from the room. But Snape motioned with his hand and the door slammed shut and locked. She turned back, fearful, her face going from beet red to white as she cringed in the doorway.
He was slowly advancing on her, with a frown like threatening thunder. "So"¦ another one," he spoke softly, voice like steel wrapped in velvet. "But this time"¦I shan't be so merciful. You dare intrude into my classroom to indulge your carnality where I can see it, and think I will do nothing?" His eyes raked her body coldly, like he was appraising something for purchase in a shop. She was wearing her school uniform, for crying out loud, black robes over the standard gray sweater and skirt, white shirt and colored tie. It still fit, though snugly across the bosom now. He saw her House colors and smiled slyly.
"Ah"¦ a sweet innocent Hufflepuff has wandered into the snake's pit. Poor girl. Have you no clue what we Slytherins do to those who tease us with such a display of wantoness?" He leaned closer, his breath fluttering her long strawberry-blonde hair. "We tie them up in a cold dungeon, and play not-so-gentle games"¦" He felt himself tensing with desire now. This girl had made him instantly feel darker thhe ohe others, and more than he'd expected.
She quivered from head to toe, eyes wide and doelike with fear. Snape suddenly wondered if this had not been merely another seduction game. Her eyes brimmed with genuine tears and she was unable to speak, so no saucy banter came from her trembling lips. He reached a hand to touch her shoulder, and she all but shrank from him. No, not playing. He'd truly interrupted a very private moment.
"Oh dear me," he whispered, closing his eyes. He leaned away and ran his hand through his hair. "My apologies. I mistook your actions. But what on earth were you thinking, behaving in such a way, and in such a place?"
Her lips opened to speak, but all she managed was a small squeak as she began to hyperventilate. Suddenly her eyes rolled upward and her body turned to water.
He caught her under the arms before she fell to the floor. "Oh sod," he muttered. He'd frightened her half to death. This was no Slytherin in sheep's (or rather badger's) clothing, pretending for his sake. Her reaction was all too serious for her to be anything less than a real Hufflepuff. Time for a Memory Charm.
He lifted her gently, carrying her to the invisible door where he silently mouthed the secret words. Then he went into the hidden chamber between, intending to take her to his rooms and let her recover on his couch.
The hidden room was one of the things left behind by Salazar Slytherin himself. A man of"¦ interesting tastes. He'd kept this room strictly for private use in his trysts, and it was rumored that the woman he eventually married had been a favorite visitor of this chamber. Certain magical instruments of torment were still present, and though Snape had discovered the way to use most of them, he had not done so. Argus Filch liked to joke about the past torture of misbehaving students (hanging them up by their thumbs was the least of it), but to the best of anyone's knowledge, nothing of the kind had ever taken place, and this room hadn't been used in centuries.
The girl moaned weakly in his arms, and Snape tried to hurry through the room before she woke and saw it and screamed bloody murder. But he had only made it halfway when her eyes opened and she whimpered.
He kept walking steadfastly, his voice gentle but firm. "We won't be stopping in here. I'm taking you to somewhere more comfortable to recover yourself. Just to rest, I assure you."
"But"¦ why not?" she asked, her voice not the least bit worried now.
He stopped dead, and looked down into her face with raised brows. She wore an expression of desire and wonder, and frankly looked as if she'd died and gone to heaven.
"Sodding hell," he muttered. With far less gentleness than he'd meant, he set her on her feet, and frowned at her. "So this attack of vapors was a ruse?"
"No, you really scared the hell out of me," she said breathlessly. She had a bit of Irish lilt to her voice that was musical and captivating. "I didn't expect you or anyone to show up, Professor Snape. I was"¦ heartily embarrassed. But I'm all right now." She cleared her throat and looked closer at the room, and there came an expression of interest and longing in her eyes. "And"¦ willing to do as you wish"¦ to be your slave"¦"
"Stop right there!" he snapped, holding up a hand. "Everything I said to you earlier in the classroom, was meant as a jest, a taunt perhaps. I had no real intention of bringing you here for the purpose of indulging in torture."
"I'm not asking for torture," she said shyly, "just a little more"¦ taunting"¦"
"But"¦ you"¦ fainted! You"¦ were crying!" he sputtered, beyond flustered now.
"Yes, because I was shocked and breathing too hard. But"¦ I've dreamed of being confronted in such a manner for so long"¦" She looked at him with desire now. "To hear such words directed toward me, at last"¦ Gave me chills." Her body shivered in delight, just remembering.
"Sodding hell," he repeated harsher. "Don't tell me, let me guess. You've pined away for me all through school. You think I'm the answer to all your precocious fantasies. Yes?"
"Well, no I hadn't thought that," she said raising her brows. "I mean, I've had boyfriends, and none of them were like you at all. I just have"¦ a little fantasy that none of them seems capable of fulfilling."
"Oh here we go," he rolled his eyes. "And of course you thought, "˜Well that old Potions Professor seems like a good idea. He seems just nasty and dark and perverse, and probably desperate enough for a shag, to try it all out'."
She looked offended. "Selling us both a bit short, aren't you?"
He stared blandly at her for a moment. "All right then. I give up. This game has gone right beyond me. What do you want? And why did my demeanor make you swoon?"
Folding her arms, she rolled her shoulders and looked introspective. "I am a little different in my desires, is all. That's why my boyfriends've all been dumping me. They can't handle my wants, so they leave. Just because I'd occasionally like a bit of"¦ bossing around. Just in a playful way"¦ maybe tied up"¦ made to do unspeakable thin She She found herself grinning, in an oddly bashful-feral combination. "What can I say. I'm weird. And as of yet, no one has been willing to play my game. So"¦ when you came toward me with your words"¦ your eyes"¦" She trembled again. "It was too much."
"Has anyone told you," Snape said with the softest voice and a tiny smile, "that you are a freak?"
"All the time," she sighed. "But I just want a little wildness, a little variety and danger in my sex life. Is that so much to ask?" She eyed him wistfully. "Too bad you were just kidding me. It could've been a hell of a fun time."
Snape's better nature had been sorely tested the last four days. He'd so far passed the tests, not sunken so low into darkness that he couldn't forgive himself. But"¦ for brief moments the power of sexuality had surged through him like it hadn't for years. For brief moments he found himself wishing he had more power, again. He wanted control, if not over his own siton aon and life"¦ then maybe, even briefly, over someone"¦ and this girl was willing.
"I can't believe I'm even considering this," he mumbled to himself.
But she heard. She scooted one foot shyly on the floor. "I'd be really honored, if you would"¦"
"Honored?" He met her eyes with an incredulous grimace. "Weren't you even in my class? Did I never berate you for being a dunderhead?"
"No, I was always quiet and did my work. But"¦ I listened to you order other students about. I could tell you were serious, a perfectionist about things. And I could feel myself shiver everytime, because"¦"
"Because you wanted someone to push you into line. But you were already toeing it perfectly." Snape nodded, sighing. He was going to play this game, so he might as well get into character. "So"¦ tired of being the perfect little student, are we?" He graced her with his darkest, coldest sneer. It froze iceburgs. "Then I suppose I could find plenty of fault for that idea alone. Shall I also tell you"¦ show you"¦ what a naughty girl you'ven? Hn? Have probably always been? Secretly wanting such perverse things, and probably dreaming about them in your little schoolgirl's bed every night? Shall I"¦ punish you for your wicked thoughts and desires, girl?"
She was all but turning to pudding at his feet now. He'd never indulged in such a game, his past being one of true cruelty and violence, something he'd run from and would never go back to"¦ but this was actually kind of fun. Being in command, and a girl who truly wanted him to command her. He smiled the tiniest smile, though inside he felt himself grinning madly.
"Please, Professor," she whispered, eyes beginning to gleam, "I know I've been bad"¦"
"Indeed. You've shamed the good name of your House. You have a twisted mind, to want such a thing, to desire to be anyone's slave."
"But if it would help me to be better"¦" She looked at him with such longing it boiled his blood. "Then I'd do anything you say"¦"
"Come here," he demanded in a silken voice. She scampered to within inches of him, and they both felt the heat, palpable on each others' bodies. His voice all but a purr now, he said, "If we are to play this potentially dangerous game, there should be some ground rules. Are you looking for discipline"¦ or pain?"
She hesitated. "Not real pain"¦ maybe a tiny bit"¦ to sharpen the lessons"¦"
He nodded. "Do you wish to speak or be silenced? To see or be blindfolded?"
"I"¦ want to be utterly aware"¦ of how helpless I am under your control."
"If anything becomes too much for you, there should be a word of stopping power. Use your House name, and I shall instantly cease and release you. Understand?"
"Yes. Yes"¦" Her eyes were huge now, her breathing shallow. Gods, how she wanted this.
And so did he, now. "Then"¦ may I do anything else I wish to you, so long as they are within these guidelines?"
"Yes"¦"
"Even if," he said softly, walking around behind her, leaning toward her ear, "I wish to have you strip naked before me, chain you, torment your body, humiliate you"¦ until you are begging me to"¦ fuck you"¦"
"Yes," she whispered, shivering.
"Very well," he purred, and buried his face in her long hair. It smelled of strawberries and flowers. His hands gently lifted away her old schools robe and let it drop to the floor between their feet. His arms curved around her in a firm embrace, letting her know that she could not hope to escape.
"Do you know girl, how very wrong your behavior in my classroom was just a few minutes ago? It was"¦ obscene." One arm held her waist fast, the other hand snaked over her breast, down to bottom of her skirt. "It was wholly inappropriate to lie on a teacher's desk"¦ my desk"¦ with your legs in the air"¦ skirt lifted, like so"¦" His fingertips hitched the garment upward. "And worst of all, you lay there toying with yourself so shamefully"¦"
When his fingers crept into the soft cleft of her pussy, she gasped. "Still so damp"¦ so hot"¦ after that scandalous exercise"¦" He stroked gently, skillfully, and she moaned and tried not to collapse in his arms again. "Such things are not to be done in a classrom. That is a public place and it could become so embarrassing to be discovered. Which you were. Such things are meant to be be kept private"¦"
His fingers ceased their play, slid out of her pussy, and he held them up to her face. "See how wet and glistening you have become"¦ see how disgraceful your behavior has been"¦ Now, clean my hand, girl."
And without hestitation, she took his long beautiful fingers into her mouth, sucking her own juices from them as she whimpered. It nearly made him whimper too.
"Do you taste your shame?" he whispered into her ear hotly.
"Mm-hmm," she mumbled around his fingers.
"Isn't it"¦ sweet?" he asked with a smile in his voice. Her tongue was driving him mad.
"Oh yes," she murmured, licking onto his palm now.
He pulled his hand from her greedy mouth and stepped away from her body. "Now"¦ undress. are are not fit to wear a Hogwarts uniform."
With shaking hands, she complied. She was so excited, she could hardly keep from fumbling at she undid the final button of her shirt, but the look on his face as he paced around her would brook no mistakes.
When she stood naked and shivering under those cold black eyes, Snape smiled a little and reached into his coat pocket to retrieve his wand. He flicked it toward the nearby fireplace and ignited a flame. "Shouldn't have you suffering so much from the cold"¦ Then you might miss out what I do to you. Accio whip," he said, and a riding crop flew to his hands. He cracked it gently against his thigh.
Quivering in delicious anguish, the girl gazed at him with huge jade eyes, and tried to cover herself a bit with her hands.
"Oh, none of that," Snape announced smoothly. "No trying to hide from your teacher. No hiding what you've done"¦"
He waved his hands alone and suddenly her wrists and ankles were bound in manacles. "These cuffs are a wonder," he said, directing them to spread and hold her body. "They have a Levitation Charm on them, and respond only to the command of the one who places them on you. You can be lifted and moved and held in any position without discomfort. They were designed by the great Salazar Slytherin himself," Snape grinned at her expression of fear and desire. "They operate very much like the Imperius Curse, but without the nasty removal of will and awareness of self. You will be helpless, but know everything that happens to you"¦ Evil, isn't it?"
"Terribly," she whispered, but she was thrilled to her core.
Slowly he strode toward her, eyes gleaming in the firelight, robes billowing like black storm clouds. He was breath-taking in powepower over her, and she almost truly couldn't breathe from sheer desire.
"So, girl"¦," he said in a dark honey voice, "what sort of punishment would fit the crime of defiling my classroom?" He ran the riding crop gently from her jaw, down her throat, and across her taut nipples (which he gave a gentle slap, making her groan) and finally onto her quivering belly. "When someone passes a note in my class, it has been my habit to take it and read it aloud to everyone. The shame usually prevents further transgression. Perhaps something similar"¦ I think you should be forced to show your teacher what you were trying to hide"¦"
With both hands, he directed the manacles to lift her body and tilt her backward. She felt like she was resting on a cushion of air, but it was the magnetism of the spell that supported her. Then her legs began to spread wide, until she was utterly exposed to his view. She moaned in deep pleasure and part humiliation. Her face blushed bright red, but she bit her lips and allowed him to proceed.
"To lie on my desktop," he said, tracing her inner thigh with the whip, "and to spread these lovely
thighs open"¦ and to touch this most intimate spot"¦" The whip caressed her pussy lips like a tongue. "For shame. To do it all alone, and not share"¦"
And he gently brushed the tip of the crop between the folds of her pussy, wetting it, tormenting her. She moaned feverishly now, deliriously happy.
"Such a pretty sight," he whispered, "like an orchid"¦ so fragrant and soft"¦ covered in dew"¦ Show me, girl, what you were doing to this delicate blossom hidden between your thighs."
Her face flushed hotly. "Oh, I couldn't"¦"
"Oh, you shall." He slapped her thighs again with the whip, and then waved one hand and her own were compelled by the manacles to reach downward to her groin. He slapped each hand as well, leaving a stinging reminder that he was in charge. "Now"¦ demonstrate."
Shyly, her fingertips reached down and she began to play as before. Moaning from the sensation of touch and the knowledge that he watched with those dark eyes"¦ And suddenly she felt his long finger, sliding slowly into her, just partway. Enough that the orgasm built quickly and ripped through her body. Bucking frantically in the air, she felt like she might pass out. Her fingers fell away from her pussy and she merely hung there, floating, almost oblivious. Except for his fingers still stroking her wetness, she almost couldn't feel anything. It was heavenly.
"Ah"¦ now that was a delight," Snape murmured, pushing his fingers fully into her cunt as she groaned. When he pulled them out again, he licked the juices and smiled. Then he ran both hands, warm and gentle over her body, one above, one below. Slowly he carressed her from foot to hip, from torso to throat. "You are a pleasure to watch, girl. But I think"¦ I should like to participate a bit more now"¦"
"Yes," she whispered, gazing hazily up at him. "Yes"¦"
He undid his coat buttons as he walked in a circle around her levitating body. She watched in a daze, as his body was gradually revealed. Firm, muscled, lean and pale. He was mesmerizing.
He waved his hands, lowering her, and now she could see his erection. Large, proud, beautiful. For some reason, he'd left his shirt on, but that hardly mattered, as he began to rub a potion onto his cock in preparation. Without a word, only a mild grunt of pleasure, he pulled her body through the air and slid it onto his cock. She sighed long and deep and happily.
Lifting her manacled legs, he placed one foot on each of his shoulders. And waving his hand, her own hands were again pushed above her head. She felt the edge of a table with her fingertips and realized he meant for her to brace herself, so she gripped it tightly.
Then he began to thrust with intent, all the while staring darkly at her body before him. With one thumb, he stroked her swollen clit as his cock pumped ruthlessly inside her without cease. She wailed in pleasure, eyes closing as another orgasm shot through her like lightning.
"Precious girl," he purred hotly, "you are mine now." And his hips arched hard as his semen gushed forth into her waiting cunt. She cried out softly, feeling the hot rush, which almost pushed her to another climax.
Looking at him now, he seemed ready to collapse as well and reluctant to withdraw from the warm cave of her cunt. Waving his hands, he lowered her to the floor, slowly kneeling along with her. At last, she was flat on her back on the rug, with him on top of her, sighing into her hair. He whispered, "That was marvelous"¦ and I've only just realized I don't know your name"¦"
She laughed a little breathlessly. "Coireann O'Keltry." Her voice and name both were like music.
"Delighted to make your acquaintance," he chuckled. Finally lifting himself, he took his wand and produced a pitcher of warm water and a cloth, and proceeded to efficiently, but tenderly, clean her body and then his own. He released the magic manacles and gradually, without words of consequence, they both dressed.
Snape led the way to the secret opening back to the classroom, and mouthed the words to open it. When they had returned to the room where they'd first seen each other, Coireann wondered if she ought to thank him. Say something. Anything.
But he spoke first. "Miss O'Keltry, I have one thing to say to you, which is in earnest and should never be forgotten. It is all well and good for you to have unusual desires, and to seek someone to act them out with you. I cannot disapprove of that. But please"¦ be careful to whom you speak the words "˜make me your slave'. Some less"¦ honorable people would take that all too seriously." His eyes became distant and darker, haunted. "And being a true slave is not something I'd wish on an enemy, let alone a friend." He came back to himself then and smiled a bit more warmly at her than she'd ever seen before.
"I understand," she said softly. "And I knew I could trust you not to treat me that way. You've made me feel something"¦ deeper within myself that I ever have before. I appreciate it."
"You are not saying"¦ You're not trying to make yourself believe you're in love with me," Snape said, a little more cautiously now. It was a statement of fact and a warning not to hope for it.
"No. But I think I could like you. As a friend," she said just as seriously. "At least for special occasions." And then she grinned with glee.
"And I you," he said softly, with a small smile. "Perhaps if you find yourself longing again for activities that future boyfriends will not be interested in"¦"
"I know where you live," she smiled widely. "And meanwhile"¦ I think I need to change out of my old school uniform and get dressed for tonight's dance. It's gotten rather late"¦"
"Yes. I shall"¦ see you there, I suppose."
She left and Snape returned to his own private chambers and began refreshing himself. Quietly he mused, "What is the use? I'm weak"¦ it always seems that a green-eyed red-haired woman is my downfall"¦" He sighed. He didn't, probably wouldn't ever love this girl. But he too had gained something intangible from the encounter. He felt"¦ relaxed within himself for the first time in a long while.
He went down to the great hall to sit with the teachers and at least watch the dance. And to be his usual wall-flower grim self, he supposed. But it wasn't so bad, now that he had pleasant thoughts to occupy himself.
An hour later, sitting at the teacher's table, abandoned by them all as they danced with alumni and one another, all being silly and enjoying themselves"¦ he sighed again and put his hand on his fist. Perhaps he really wasn't so desirable after all. Each of the girls he'd enjoyed company with the last four days had passed by and smiled, but then kept going. Oh well.
Then he found someone had taken the seat next to him, and he turned expectantly. Oh. Never mind. It was a young man. But wait"¦ he was looking at Snape in a rather interesting way.
"What is it?" Snape asked slowly, hesitantly.
"Well, uh"¦ Professor, I don't know how to say"¦," the young man began.
"Spit it out, boy." Snape frowned.
"Well"¦ I"¦ I've always had a bit of a crush on you, and I may be wrong but you seemed the sort to"”"
Snape's eyes widened, flashing fire, then he squeezed them shut and turned away from the young man. "Oh gods, no more. I can't take this anymore." To the startled and embarrassed boy, who was sputtering incoherent apologies, he snapped, "Just forget it. Go away before I turn you into a hedgehog."
The young man sped away from him, and Snsighsighed into his hands. Okay, so he was still desirable. But always, it seemed, to the wrong sort of person"¦
Across the room, Albus Dumbledore watched and smiled. This weekend had been good for Severus. He'd eventually learn to relax and not take himself so damned seriously. He hoped.
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NOTES:
-TIME-FRAME. My little tales of titillation are meant to take place during the years prior to Harry's arrival at Hogwarts. These are meant to be miscellanous girls that no one else would know about, all very much of legal age, long graduated before the books were written, and all long before Voldemort arises again. Just thought Snape should be having SOME fun in the meantime. ;) They are are also not meant to be taken at all seriously, or even in conjunction with other stories I write about Snape.
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-BOYS & THEIR TOYS. The Levitating Manacles are my own invention. DAMN I wish I had a pair of those!
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-SEXUALITY. And of course the little hint of slash at the end"¦ couldn't resist. I personally don't think Snape's the least bit gay, nor do I think he'd be prejudiced against anyone for their sexuality"¦ but I find it easy to believe other guys would think he's a hottie
All characters from the world of "Harry Potter" belong to the prophetess J.K.Rowling. I am only borrowing them for my dirty minded pleasure, but I promise to clean them off before I return them, only slightly bruised from wear and tear. OFCs belong to me (muwahaha)
ALUMNI WEEKEND AT HOGWARTS
PART FOUR: MAGICK
The fourth, and thankfully final, day of Alumni Weekend would conclude with a formal dinner and dance, which Snape didn't particularly care to join in. Then everyone would go home and he could be back to his normal sex-deprived self. He almost sighed, but wasn't sure if it was regret or relief. It had certainly been an"¦ unusual week.
Today he was feeling slightly bruised from the romp in the broom shed. Though he'd had a nice hot bath to soak his muscles last night, this morning he was still a bit worn out. He woke late, called for a house-elf to bring him breakfast in his chambers, and slowly let himself wake up. It was nearly noon when he finally decided to get dressed and prowl the castle.
He opened the hidden portal from his chambers to his classroom, which didn't lead there directly, but through a winding passageway and through another room that extremely few people knew about, and finally into his office and the classroom beyond it. Normally during a school year, he used a completely different route which led into the main hallways, so that students would never know exactly where he slept. That wasn't paranoia, he just knew how tempting it would be to some students, for planting all sorts of pranks in his bedroom.
But today he was unconcerned about using a more direct path, as no one would be about. He crossed the empty hidden chamber between, and said the words that opened the invisible doorway to his office and then walked through it to the classroom.
What a shocking sight greeted him. A girl lay on her back right on top of his desk, knees in the air, obviously in the throes of a massive orgase fre froze in his tracks and could only stare wildly, as her busy fingers bought her to a whimpering, shuddering climax.
Her breathing hoarse and almost tearful, she collapsed then, head dropping over the edge of the desk and a reddish waterfall of hair nearly brushed the floor. She sighed and slowly opened her hazel eyes, and found herself looking upside down into horrified obsidian eyes, set in a pale strained face framed by coal black hair.
She all but screamed, in surprise and hideous embarrassment. If Snape hadn't been a stronger person he'd have followed suit. She clambered upright, pulling her skirt down, and made to run from the room. But Snape motioned with his hand and the door slammed shut and locked. She turned back, fearful, her face going from beet red to white as she cringed in the doorway.
He was slowly advancing on her, with a frown like threatening thunder. "So"¦ another one," he spoke softly, voice like steel wrapped in velvet. "But this time"¦I shan't be so merciful. You dare intrude into my classroom to indulge your carnality where I can see it, and think I will do nothing?" His eyes raked her body coldly, like he was appraising something for purchase in a shop. She was wearing her school uniform, for crying out loud, black robes over the standard gray sweater and skirt, white shirt and colored tie. It still fit, though snugly across the bosom now. He saw her House colors and smiled slyly.
"Ah"¦ a sweet innocent Hufflepuff has wandered into the snake's pit. Poor girl. Have you no clue what we Slytherins do to those who tease us with such a display of wantoness?" He leaned closer, his breath fluttering her long strawberry-blonde hair. "We tie them up in a cold dungeon, and play not-so-gentle games"¦" He felt himself tensing with desire now. This girl had made him instantly feel darker thhe ohe others, and more than he'd expected.
She quivered from head to toe, eyes wide and doelike with fear. Snape suddenly wondered if this had not been merely another seduction game. Her eyes brimmed with genuine tears and she was unable to speak, so no saucy banter came from her trembling lips. He reached a hand to touch her shoulder, and she all but shrank from him. No, not playing. He'd truly interrupted a very private moment.
"Oh dear me," he whispered, closing his eyes. He leaned away and ran his hand through his hair. "My apologies. I mistook your actions. But what on earth were you thinking, behaving in such a way, and in such a place?"
Her lips opened to speak, but all she managed was a small squeak as she began to hyperventilate. Suddenly her eyes rolled upward and her body turned to water.
He caught her under the arms before she fell to the floor. "Oh sod," he muttered. He'd frightened her half to death. This was no Slytherin in sheep's (or rather badger's) clothing, pretending for his sake. Her reaction was all too serious for her to be anything less than a real Hufflepuff. Time for a Memory Charm.
He lifted her gently, carrying her to the invisible door where he silently mouthed the secret words. Then he went into the hidden chamber between, intending to take her to his rooms and let her recover on his couch.
The hidden room was one of the things left behind by Salazar Slytherin himself. A man of"¦ interesting tastes. He'd kept this room strictly for private use in his trysts, and it was rumored that the woman he eventually married had been a favorite visitor of this chamber. Certain magical instruments of torment were still present, and though Snape had discovered the way to use most of them, he had not done so. Argus Filch liked to joke about the past torture of misbehaving students (hanging them up by their thumbs was the least of it), but to the best of anyone's knowledge, nothing of the kind had ever taken place, and this room hadn't been used in centuries.
The girl moaned weakly in his arms, and Snape tried to hurry through the room before she woke and saw it and screamed bloody murder. But he had only made it halfway when her eyes opened and she whimpered.
He kept walking steadfastly, his voice gentle but firm. "We won't be stopping in here. I'm taking you to somewhere more comfortable to recover yourself. Just to rest, I assure you."
"But"¦ why not?" she asked, her voice not the least bit worried now.
He stopped dead, and looked down into her face with raised brows. She wore an expression of desire and wonder, and frankly looked as if she'd died and gone to heaven.
"Sodding hell," he muttered. With far less gentleness than he'd meant, he set her on her feet, and frowned at her. "So this attack of vapors was a ruse?"
"No, you really scared the hell out of me," she said breathlessly. She had a bit of Irish lilt to her voice that was musical and captivating. "I didn't expect you or anyone to show up, Professor Snape. I was"¦ heartily embarrassed. But I'm all right now." She cleared her throat and looked closer at the room, and there came an expression of interest and longing in her eyes. "And"¦ willing to do as you wish"¦ to be your slave"¦"
"Stop right there!" he snapped, holding up a hand. "Everything I said to you earlier in the classroom, was meant as a jest, a taunt perhaps. I had no real intention of bringing you here for the purpose of indulging in torture."
"I'm not asking for torture," she said shyly, "just a little more"¦ taunting"¦"
"But"¦ you"¦ fainted! You"¦ were crying!" he sputtered, beyond flustered now.
"Yes, because I was shocked and breathing too hard. But"¦ I've dreamed of being confronted in such a manner for so long"¦" She looked at him with desire now. "To hear such words directed toward me, at last"¦ Gave me chills." Her body shivered in delight, just remembering.
"Sodding hell," he repeated harsher. "Don't tell me, let me guess. You've pined away for me all through school. You think I'm the answer to all your precocious fantasies. Yes?"
"Well, no I hadn't thought that," she said raising her brows. "I mean, I've had boyfriends, and none of them were like you at all. I just have"¦ a little fantasy that none of them seems capable of fulfilling."
"Oh here we go," he rolled his eyes. "And of course you thought, "˜Well that old Potions Professor seems like a good idea. He seems just nasty and dark and perverse, and probably desperate enough for a shag, to try it all out'."
She looked offended. "Selling us both a bit short, aren't you?"
He stared blandly at her for a moment. "All right then. I give up. This game has gone right beyond me. What do you want? And why did my demeanor make you swoon?"
Folding her arms, she rolled her shoulders and looked introspective. "I am a little different in my desires, is all. That's why my boyfriends've all been dumping me. They can't handle my wants, so they leave. Just because I'd occasionally like a bit of"¦ bossing around. Just in a playful way"¦ maybe tied up"¦ made to do unspeakable thin She She found herself grinning, in an oddly bashful-feral combination. "What can I say. I'm weird. And as of yet, no one has been willing to play my game. So"¦ when you came toward me with your words"¦ your eyes"¦" She trembled again. "It was too much."
"Has anyone told you," Snape said with the softest voice and a tiny smile, "that you are a freak?"
"All the time," she sighed. "But I just want a little wildness, a little variety and danger in my sex life. Is that so much to ask?" She eyed him wistfully. "Too bad you were just kidding me. It could've been a hell of a fun time."
Snape's better nature had been sorely tested the last four days. He'd so far passed the tests, not sunken so low into darkness that he couldn't forgive himself. But"¦ for brief moments the power of sexuality had surged through him like it hadn't for years. For brief moments he found himself wishing he had more power, again. He wanted control, if not over his own siton aon and life"¦ then maybe, even briefly, over someone"¦ and this girl was willing.
"I can't believe I'm even considering this," he mumbled to himself.
But she heard. She scooted one foot shyly on the floor. "I'd be really honored, if you would"¦"
"Honored?" He met her eyes with an incredulous grimace. "Weren't you even in my class? Did I never berate you for being a dunderhead?"
"No, I was always quiet and did my work. But"¦ I listened to you order other students about. I could tell you were serious, a perfectionist about things. And I could feel myself shiver everytime, because"¦"
"Because you wanted someone to push you into line. But you were already toeing it perfectly." Snape nodded, sighing. He was going to play this game, so he might as well get into character. "So"¦ tired of being the perfect little student, are we?" He graced her with his darkest, coldest sneer. It froze iceburgs. "Then I suppose I could find plenty of fault for that idea alone. Shall I also tell you"¦ show you"¦ what a naughty girl you'ven? Hn? Have probably always been? Secretly wanting such perverse things, and probably dreaming about them in your little schoolgirl's bed every night? Shall I"¦ punish you for your wicked thoughts and desires, girl?"
She was all but turning to pudding at his feet now. He'd never indulged in such a game, his past being one of true cruelty and violence, something he'd run from and would never go back to"¦ but this was actually kind of fun. Being in command, and a girl who truly wanted him to command her. He smiled the tiniest smile, though inside he felt himself grinning madly.
"Please, Professor," she whispered, eyes beginning to gleam, "I know I've been bad"¦"
"Indeed. You've shamed the good name of your House. You have a twisted mind, to want such a thing, to desire to be anyone's slave."
"But if it would help me to be better"¦" She looked at him with such longing it boiled his blood. "Then I'd do anything you say"¦"
"Come here," he demanded in a silken voice. She scampered to within inches of him, and they both felt the heat, palpable on each others' bodies. His voice all but a purr now, he said, "If we are to play this potentially dangerous game, there should be some ground rules. Are you looking for discipline"¦ or pain?"
She hesitated. "Not real pain"¦ maybe a tiny bit"¦ to sharpen the lessons"¦"
He nodded. "Do you wish to speak or be silenced? To see or be blindfolded?"
"I"¦ want to be utterly aware"¦ of how helpless I am under your control."
"If anything becomes too much for you, there should be a word of stopping power. Use your House name, and I shall instantly cease and release you. Understand?"
"Yes. Yes"¦" Her eyes were huge now, her breathing shallow. Gods, how she wanted this.
And so did he, now. "Then"¦ may I do anything else I wish to you, so long as they are within these guidelines?"
"Yes"¦"
"Even if," he said softly, walking around behind her, leaning toward her ear, "I wish to have you strip naked before me, chain you, torment your body, humiliate you"¦ until you are begging me to"¦ fuck you"¦"
"Yes," she whispered, shivering.
"Very well," he purred, and buried his face in her long hair. It smelled of strawberries and flowers. His hands gently lifted away her old schools robe and let it drop to the floor between their feet. His arms curved around her in a firm embrace, letting her know that she could not hope to escape.
"Do you know girl, how very wrong your behavior in my classroom was just a few minutes ago? It was"¦ obscene." One arm held her waist fast, the other hand snaked over her breast, down to bottom of her skirt. "It was wholly inappropriate to lie on a teacher's desk"¦ my desk"¦ with your legs in the air"¦ skirt lifted, like so"¦" His fingertips hitched the garment upward. "And worst of all, you lay there toying with yourself so shamefully"¦"
When his fingers crept into the soft cleft of her pussy, she gasped. "Still so damp"¦ so hot"¦ after that scandalous exercise"¦" He stroked gently, skillfully, and she moaned and tried not to collapse in his arms again. "Such things are not to be done in a classrom. That is a public place and it could become so embarrassing to be discovered. Which you were. Such things are meant to be be kept private"¦"
His fingers ceased their play, slid out of her pussy, and he held them up to her face. "See how wet and glistening you have become"¦ see how disgraceful your behavior has been"¦ Now, clean my hand, girl."
And without hestitation, she took his long beautiful fingers into her mouth, sucking her own juices from them as she whimpered. It nearly made him whimper too.
"Do you taste your shame?" he whispered into her ear hotly.
"Mm-hmm," she mumbled around his fingers.
"Isn't it"¦ sweet?" he asked with a smile in his voice. Her tongue was driving him mad.
"Oh yes," she murmured, licking onto his palm now.
He pulled his hand from her greedy mouth and stepped away from her body. "Now"¦ undress. are are not fit to wear a Hogwarts uniform."
With shaking hands, she complied. She was so excited, she could hardly keep from fumbling at she undid the final button of her shirt, but the look on his face as he paced around her would brook no mistakes.
When she stood naked and shivering under those cold black eyes, Snape smiled a little and reached into his coat pocket to retrieve his wand. He flicked it toward the nearby fireplace and ignited a flame. "Shouldn't have you suffering so much from the cold"¦ Then you might miss out what I do to you. Accio whip," he said, and a riding crop flew to his hands. He cracked it gently against his thigh.
Quivering in delicious anguish, the girl gazed at him with huge jade eyes, and tried to cover herself a bit with her hands.
"Oh, none of that," Snape announced smoothly. "No trying to hide from your teacher. No hiding what you've done"¦"
He waved his hands alone and suddenly her wrists and ankles were bound in manacles. "These cuffs are a wonder," he said, directing them to spread and hold her body. "They have a Levitation Charm on them, and respond only to the command of the one who places them on you. You can be lifted and moved and held in any position without discomfort. They were designed by the great Salazar Slytherin himself," Snape grinned at her expression of fear and desire. "They operate very much like the Imperius Curse, but without the nasty removal of will and awareness of self. You will be helpless, but know everything that happens to you"¦ Evil, isn't it?"
"Terribly," she whispered, but she was thrilled to her core.
Slowly he strode toward her, eyes gleaming in the firelight, robes billowing like black storm clouds. He was breath-taking in powepower over her, and she almost truly couldn't breathe from sheer desire.
"So, girl"¦," he said in a dark honey voice, "what sort of punishment would fit the crime of defiling my classroom?" He ran the riding crop gently from her jaw, down her throat, and across her taut nipples (which he gave a gentle slap, making her groan) and finally onto her quivering belly. "When someone passes a note in my class, it has been my habit to take it and read it aloud to everyone. The shame usually prevents further transgression. Perhaps something similar"¦ I think you should be forced to show your teacher what you were trying to hide"¦"
With both hands, he directed the manacles to lift her body and tilt her backward. She felt like she was resting on a cushion of air, but it was the magnetism of the spell that supported her. Then her legs began to spread wide, until she was utterly exposed to his view. She moaned in deep pleasure and part humiliation. Her face blushed bright red, but she bit her lips and allowed him to proceed.
"To lie on my desktop," he said, tracing her inner thigh with the whip, "and to spread these lovely
thighs open"¦ and to touch this most intimate spot"¦" The whip caressed her pussy lips like a tongue. "For shame. To do it all alone, and not share"¦"
And he gently brushed the tip of the crop between the folds of her pussy, wetting it, tormenting her. She moaned feverishly now, deliriously happy.
"Such a pretty sight," he whispered, "like an orchid"¦ so fragrant and soft"¦ covered in dew"¦ Show me, girl, what you were doing to this delicate blossom hidden between your thighs."
Her face flushed hotly. "Oh, I couldn't"¦"
"Oh, you shall." He slapped her thighs again with the whip, and then waved one hand and her own were compelled by the manacles to reach downward to her groin. He slapped each hand as well, leaving a stinging reminder that he was in charge. "Now"¦ demonstrate."
Shyly, her fingertips reached down and she began to play as before. Moaning from the sensation of touch and the knowledge that he watched with those dark eyes"¦ And suddenly she felt his long finger, sliding slowly into her, just partway. Enough that the orgasm built quickly and ripped through her body. Bucking frantically in the air, she felt like she might pass out. Her fingers fell away from her pussy and she merely hung there, floating, almost oblivious. Except for his fingers still stroking her wetness, she almost couldn't feel anything. It was heavenly.
"Ah"¦ now that was a delight," Snape murmured, pushing his fingers fully into her cunt as she groaned. When he pulled them out again, he licked the juices and smiled. Then he ran both hands, warm and gentle over her body, one above, one below. Slowly he carressed her from foot to hip, from torso to throat. "You are a pleasure to watch, girl. But I think"¦ I should like to participate a bit more now"¦"
"Yes," she whispered, gazing hazily up at him. "Yes"¦"
He undid his coat buttons as he walked in a circle around her levitating body. She watched in a daze, as his body was gradually revealed. Firm, muscled, lean and pale. He was mesmerizing.
He waved his hands, lowering her, and now she could see his erection. Large, proud, beautiful. For some reason, he'd left his shirt on, but that hardly mattered, as he began to rub a potion onto his cock in preparation. Without a word, only a mild grunt of pleasure, he pulled her body through the air and slid it onto his cock. She sighed long and deep and happily.
Lifting her manacled legs, he placed one foot on each of his shoulders. And waving his hand, her own hands were again pushed above her head. She felt the edge of a table with her fingertips and realized he meant for her to brace herself, so she gripped it tightly.
Then he began to thrust with intent, all the while staring darkly at her body before him. With one thumb, he stroked her swollen clit as his cock pumped ruthlessly inside her without cease. She wailed in pleasure, eyes closing as another orgasm shot through her like lightning.
"Precious girl," he purred hotly, "you are mine now." And his hips arched hard as his semen gushed forth into her waiting cunt. She cried out softly, feeling the hot rush, which almost pushed her to another climax.
Looking at him now, he seemed ready to collapse as well and reluctant to withdraw from the warm cave of her cunt. Waving his hands, he lowered her to the floor, slowly kneeling along with her. At last, she was flat on her back on the rug, with him on top of her, sighing into her hair. He whispered, "That was marvelous"¦ and I've only just realized I don't know your name"¦"
She laughed a little breathlessly. "Coireann O'Keltry." Her voice and name both were like music.
"Delighted to make your acquaintance," he chuckled. Finally lifting himself, he took his wand and produced a pitcher of warm water and a cloth, and proceeded to efficiently, but tenderly, clean her body and then his own. He released the magic manacles and gradually, without words of consequence, they both dressed.
Snape led the way to the secret opening back to the classroom, and mouthed the words to open it. When they had returned to the room where they'd first seen each other, Coireann wondered if she ought to thank him. Say something. Anything.
But he spoke first. "Miss O'Keltry, I have one thing to say to you, which is in earnest and should never be forgotten. It is all well and good for you to have unusual desires, and to seek someone to act them out with you. I cannot disapprove of that. But please"¦ be careful to whom you speak the words "˜make me your slave'. Some less"¦ honorable people would take that all too seriously." His eyes became distant and darker, haunted. "And being a true slave is not something I'd wish on an enemy, let alone a friend." He came back to himself then and smiled a bit more warmly at her than she'd ever seen before.
"I understand," she said softly. "And I knew I could trust you not to treat me that way. You've made me feel something"¦ deeper within myself that I ever have before. I appreciate it."
"You are not saying"¦ You're not trying to make yourself believe you're in love with me," Snape said, a little more cautiously now. It was a statement of fact and a warning not to hope for it.
"No. But I think I could like you. As a friend," she said just as seriously. "At least for special occasions." And then she grinned with glee.
"And I you," he said softly, with a small smile. "Perhaps if you find yourself longing again for activities that future boyfriends will not be interested in"¦"
"I know where you live," she smiled widely. "And meanwhile"¦ I think I need to change out of my old school uniform and get dressed for tonight's dance. It's gotten rather late"¦"
"Yes. I shall"¦ see you there, I suppose."
She left and Snape returned to his own private chambers and began refreshing himself. Quietly he mused, "What is the use? I'm weak"¦ it always seems that a green-eyed red-haired woman is my downfall"¦" He sighed. He didn't, probably wouldn't ever love this girl. But he too had gained something intangible from the encounter. He felt"¦ relaxed within himself for the first time in a long while.
He went down to the great hall to sit with the teachers and at least watch the dance. And to be his usual wall-flower grim self, he supposed. But it wasn't so bad, now that he had pleasant thoughts to occupy himself.
An hour later, sitting at the teacher's table, abandoned by them all as they danced with alumni and one another, all being silly and enjoying themselves"¦ he sighed again and put his hand on his fist. Perhaps he really wasn't so desirable after all. Each of the girls he'd enjoyed company with the last four days had passed by and smiled, but then kept going. Oh well.
Then he found someone had taken the seat next to him, and he turned expectantly. Oh. Never mind. It was a young man. But wait"¦ he was looking at Snape in a rather interesting way.
"What is it?" Snape asked slowly, hesitantly.
"Well, uh"¦ Professor, I don't know how to say"¦," the young man began.
"Spit it out, boy." Snape frowned.
"Well"¦ I"¦ I've always had a bit of a crush on you, and I may be wrong but you seemed the sort to"”"
Snape's eyes widened, flashing fire, then he squeezed them shut and turned away from the young man. "Oh gods, no more. I can't take this anymore." To the startled and embarrassed boy, who was sputtering incoherent apologies, he snapped, "Just forget it. Go away before I turn you into a hedgehog."
The young man sped away from him, and Snsighsighed into his hands. Okay, so he was still desirable. But always, it seemed, to the wrong sort of person"¦
Across the room, Albus Dumbledore watched and smiled. This weekend had been good for Severus. He'd eventually learn to relax and not take himself so damned seriously. He hoped.
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NOTES:
-TIME-FRAME. My little tales of titillation are meant to take place during the years prior to Harry's arrival at Hogwarts. These are meant to be miscellanous girls that no one else would know about, all very much of legal age, long graduated before the books were written, and all long before Voldemort arises again. Just thought Snape should be having SOME fun in the meantime. ;) They are are also not meant to be taken at all seriously, or even in conjunction with other stories I write about Snape.
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-BOYS & THEIR TOYS. The Levitating Manacles are my own invention. DAMN I wish I had a pair of those!
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-SEXUALITY. And of course the little hint of slash at the end"¦ couldn't resist. I personally don't think Snape's the least bit gay, nor do I think he'd be prejudiced against anyone for their sexuality"¦ but I find it easy to believe other guys would think he's a hottie