Secrets, Desire, and The Potions Master

Lying in my bed, I stared up at the ceiling, unable to drift off. I wanted so much to sleep, but I couldn't. The feel of Professor Snape's hands upon my skin, the taste of his mouth beneath my own, kept me more alert than I had been in ages. I stifled a small moan as the area between my legs pulsed once in response to my thoughts.

I curled up onto my side, hugging myself. Attempting to think of other things was failing miserably. After tossing and turning for about an hour, I heard footfalls beside the bed and peered over the edge of the coverlet. Hermione's face, washed in the pale light of the full moon casting its glow from the window, greeted me. She was dressed down for bed but I could tell she hadn't slept yet. She was watching me with something akin to concern.

"Something is the matter," she said, in a half-whisper, sitting down upon the edge of my bed without asking for permission, "Isn't it?" I sat up, backing against the headboard and drew my knees to my chest. Wrapping my arms about them, I looked down.

"I...I can't talk about it..." I said, lamely. She was silent for a long time. Finally she spoke, "I'll be here if you ever need someone to talk with. You know
that, don't you?"

"I..." I began, not understanding why she was being so nice to me. I felt I didn't deserve her kindness. "Thank you...I can't sleep..." I added, scooting out of bed and passed her, "I'm going for a walk...."

"A walk?!" she cried, seemingly scandalized, "It's the middle of the
night! You'll get into trouble!"

"I'm all ready serving a zillion detentions!" I retorted, slipping into the dressing gown I'd discarded across the foot of the bed
earlier, "How much more trouble could I possibly get into?"

"You could get expelled!"

"I really don't care," I said, and meant it. Perhaps being sent home would cure this itch inside of me. Somehow I doubted it. As I wandered the corridors that evening, careful, this time, to stay out of sight of any patrolling teacher, I knew there was only one thing that could satisfy me. I traced my way downwards, through the musty, staleness of the castle's innards, passed the classroom that always smelled strongly of something akin to formaldehyde and onwards.

When I reached the doorway, I stood outside for a long moment, wondering just what in the name of all that was sacred I thought I was doing! Reaching upwards to knock, my knuckles paused inches from the doorway. Instead, I reached down and tried to doorknob. It was locked. Of course. I did not bother with trying to unlock it with magic, knowing that he more than likely put a charm upon the door to prevent that from happening. I knocked softly a few times. When there came no reply, I rapped a bit harder.

The door opened and Professor Snape's annoyed expression greeted me from the interior of the semi-dark room. He was dressed in nothing but a dark robe, falling open softly at the sides. Gathering the material together, he closed it about himself as he moved aside to grant me passage. "What are you doing out of bed this late?" he asked, and re-charmed the door's lock once it was closed, "I've told you how I feel about students bothering me in the middle of the night in my
private chambers..." I watched as he stalked across the room to sit down on the edge of his bed. The very same bed we had shared, though never in passion, one night.

I stepped bravely up to him, I felt as if my eyes must be aglow with fever. My flesh felt warmer than I've ever felt it before. I knew there was only one thing that could cool me now. "I didn't come here to be lectured...." I said, reaching out a tentative hand to brush aside his robes, my fingers straying across the paleness of his flesh, so beautiful in the flickering candlelight; like an ivory statue. I wanted not only to be filled by him and taste him, touch him; I wanted to worship every last aspect of his being, inside and out. "Please, Severus..." I said his given name on the breeze of a whisper, not caring anymore if he objected, "I need you more than ever. You cannot deny me this..."

Cupping my face between his hands, he looked at me for a long and tense moment. I felt certain he was going to refuse me. Continue to play that game he was so good at. I was biting my bottom lip so hard that I tasted coppery blood. Bending forward, I felt his lips part as they fell upon my own. He swiped his tongue across my lips, licking up the faint trace of blood before dipping his tongue into my mouth and forcing my teeth to part for him.

I groaned deeply and straddled his legs. His hands beneath my rear, he moved quicker than I've ever know anyone to move, and suddenly I was beneath him, on the bed, my legs still parted about his waist. I cried out and tried to reclaim his mouth with my own as he lifted his head. His eyes were bright as his dark hair fell across his face, brushing against my forehead as he leaned down to whisper into my ear, "Do you trust me?"

It was a strange question. Of course I did! I wouldn't be here if I did not, would I? I couldn't answer. It was a daft question to begin with. "Answer me..." he breathed, sucking upon my earlobe and causing shivers to race down my spine, "I will not continue until you answer..."

"I...Y-yes..." I cried, my voice shaking. I raised my arms and clung to his shoulders, digging my fingers into his flesh as I pushed the robes he wore down, until they pooled at his waist upon the bed around us like a black shadow, "Please, stop talking now..." His hands were upon my legs now, slipping between our bodies. I gasped to feel his fingers so near the part of my body that ached so.

I opened my eyes as I felt him leave my ear, tracing his tongue across my throat and the downwards. He pressed his mouth against the fabric of the old shirt I'd worn to bed, wetting it with his tongue, until my nipple began to harden to his touch. I wanted him to remove my clothing. Hell, I wanted him to rip them from my body. I began to do so myself but he stilled my hands with a word and another stroke of his fingers upon my inner thigh. "Close your eyes..." he commanded, in a voice that sounded as full of yearning as my own, "I told you that I would not harm you. That promise still stands. Now, be a good girl and do as you are told for once."

I did. I closed my eyes and felt him moving up my body, sliding both hands up my torso, across the sides of my breasts. I felt his thumbs brush my sensitive nipples briefly before continuing upwards until he was grasping both of my hands in his own, pinning them above my head. I could feel his weight as he pressed against me, flattening my breasts beneath him. I found it hard to breath.

Something cold and hard wrapped first about my right wrist and then the other. A tell-tale clicking sound greeted my ears and I fought to remain obedient to his command. "Keep them closed," he said, his voice much like the old Professor Snape I had first met in his potions' class less more than two weeks ago. Or was it one week ago? Time seemed to have stopped having any meaning whatsoever. He could hear the smirk in his voice and knew that he was enjoying this. I tugged at my bonds. I wasn't uncomfortable, but it was frustrating to be touched and not be able to return the favor.

"Now," he said, and I felt the bed move a bit as he adjusted his weight, sliding off of me, "Before we go any further with this, I
thought we'd brush up on the rules."

"R-rules...?" I asked, confused, "What d-do you mean?"

"First," he spoke, as if I hadn't interrupted, "You will not speak unless I give you express permission. Understand? You may answer me," he added when I remained silent. What was this new game he was playing at? I was unsure but if it ended where I wanted it to end, I would play along. "Yes..." I said, softly, and waited, my eyes still closed tightly.

"Second," he said, running his fingers up my leg and pausing near the waistband of my pyjama pants, "You will do exactly as I say, without question," I did not answer, having heard nothing from him to tell me he wished me to speak, "You will address me as 'ProfessorSnape' or 'Sir'. Do you understand so far?" I nodded and felt him squeezing the flesh of my thigh, "Aloud, please." he ordered, and I answered, "Yes..."

"Yes, what?" he prompted, dipping his fingers into the waistband of my pants and tugging them downwards a bit, teasing me, "I'm waiting..."

"Yes...ProfessorSnape..." I said, lifting my hips off the bed to aide in the removal of my clothing. God, I wanted him so badly! I could hardly stand it! I opened my mouth to speak again and then recalled his first rule. I felt him leave me and rise from the bed. His footfalls upon the ground were soft as he walked about his room. Having my eyes closed heightened my other senses.

I heard him rummaging around for something. I heard door opening and closing, papers being ruffled, something fell to the floor and I hear the distinctive sound of something splashing. I wondered what in the world he was up to. Before I could give in to my curiosity, I felt, once more, his weight deposited upon the bed. Naked now from the waist down, for I never slept in my knickers, I felt the cool breeze upon my skin and gooseflesh pimpled my flesh.

I felt something cold and sharp near my stomach, slipping beneath my shirt and it took a moment to realize it was the tip of a very sharp blade. Even though he'd given me his word that he would not hurt me, my heart still ceased for half a beat within my chest. I breathed fast and hard, feeling the chill of the blade snake across my skin as he pulled at my shirt and then I heard the sound of ripping fabric and felt myself being exposed once more. He worked slowly, carefully, his movements were almost leisurely. Circling the tip of the knife about first one nipple and then the other, not hard, but enough to make me squirm.

"Do not move," he said, softly, but there was no mistaking the seriousness of his tone, "I don't wish to accidentally injure you..."

Once he'd finished slicing my shirt from me, I felt him pull the tattered remains from my person and heard them hit the floor as he tossed them aside. I heard him set down the blade on the table nearby. I was gasping for air by now, so turned on by now that the insides of my thighs were damp with eagerness. The sensation of his hair brushing against my stomach caused my breath to catch in my throat. His tongue dipped into my navel.

I felt him teasing me by swirling his tongue in semi-circles lower and lower across my stomach. I was ticklish there and it took all my willpower not to burst into giggles as he slid his tongue casually lower. Just when I thought he'd never get there, I felt his hands parting my legs. His breath upon my most private area was nearly enough to make me succumb to an instant climax right then and there.

Involuntarily, my hips jerked upwards and he pressed a palm down upon my stomach to hold me in place. I waited as he stayed still, his mouth inches from the seat of my passion, breathing gently upon my nether lips. I whimpered deep in my throat, trying to move to force him to touch me. "Open your eyes," he commanded, and I blinked. Candlelight flickered across the blackness of his pupils as he looked up from betwixt my parted thighs.

"I want to hear how much you want this...how much you want me..." A strange sensation filled my being as I heard him speak these words. He sounded...different somehow. He was the same Professor Severus Snape, but there was a darkness about him, much stronger than I've ever seen or felt it before. He waited with a slight smirk as I tried to tell him that I never wanted anything so badly in my life. "You are not very convincing, are you?" he said, wriggling a finger easily between my slickened folds and rubbing against the barrier there.

"Please...I need you to...to...fuck me...Sev...Professor Snape! I've never wanted anything so badly before! Oh, God, Please!" I screamed out the last word, tears streaming down my cheeks in my frustration. "Pity," he said, and stilled the movement of his finger inside of me, much to my alarm. I didn't know if he were teasing me or not when he added, "I would have thought you'd have learned how to beg better than that."