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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
13
Views:
4,324
Reviews:
13
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0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
I want to thank everyone for their input about where to take these three characters. I’m sorry, but I really don’t see Remus and Severus “sharing” a woman together. At least not without their wands taken away. Anyway here’s what I’ve decided to do with them, hope you approve.
Oh and for the reviewer that was upset with Larentia’s actions, I apologize, but unlike Severus and Remus she is my own creation and is meant to be imperfect.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Chapter 4
Severus Snape stalked the dark corridors of the castle. He hoped to come across a curfew breaking student to take his aggression out on. Surely some “courageous” Gryfindor could be found flaunting their disrespect for the rules of the school. Hell, Potter and his merry gang of troublemakers had made it their hobby to disregard the rules.
Thinking of Potter forced the reason for his current foul mood back to the forefront of his mind. The silly chit, “Professor” Dorrington. After their confrontation-Dear Merlin his robes were getting tight-she’d practically paraded her happy relationship with that creature nonstop. He’d been certain, with Lupin’s keen sense of smell, there’d be trouble in paradise. He snorted. Trouble? He’d expected a bloodbath, or at least a reason to finally use his wand against the werewolf. Instead, if possible, the pup was more enchanted with the witch than before. And to top it off, she was keeping her distance from him. He’d expected awkwardness on her part, but she was damn near ignoring him.
He turned a corner and was disappointed by the lack of errant student bodies to punish. He thought back to their face off in his office. Severus recalled how she met his every move, thrust for thrust and flick for flick. Her body was so pliant. Her mouth begged for silencing and he’d only chanced using one of his favorite methods to do so. He twitched the hand holding his wand. Oh the things he could do to silence that mouth. Severus let a small groan escape. It was useless, Larentia Dorrington was avoiding him and he was certainly not going to go chasing after her like a love starved pup.
Severus turned another corner and was rewarded by movement in front of him. Sneering he raised his wand.
“Stop right there,” he ordered and the figure stopped.
He took his time approaching the unfortunate rule breaker. The better to savor these moments leading up to punishment. Whomever it was had dressed to leave the castle, wearing a long deep red velvet cloak with the hood covering their head. They had their back to him. He was a foot from the figure when he stopped and schooled his features into perfected glower mode.
“Turn around and explain why you are out after curfew.”
The figure slowly turned and lowered the hood. Golden green eyes looked up in the light of his wand as her fiery curls created a halo around her face.
“Good evening, Severus.” Larentia offered quietly.
Severus basked in this opportunity. Finally he had her, he glanced around to be sure, alone.
“Miss Dorrington, what brings you out of your rooms at this hour?” He asked, deliberately leaving off the “Professor”.
She arched a perfect eyebrow, clearly noticing his blatant disrespect. Inwardly Severus smirked. She was a lovely witch, but angry her beauty was a force to be reckoned with.
“I hardly think my nocturnal wanderings are of concern to you, Professor.” She turned to walk away, but his hand on her shoulder stopped her. “Is there something else?”
Severus gave her question a moment’s consideration before yanking her to him. He checked to be sure they were still alone and pushed her against the wall. Pressing his body to hers, he lowered his head to her ear. “Yes there’s something else.” He whispered, flicking his tongue against the soft shell. “Have you forgotten the last time you turned your back on me? Perhaps you need a reminder.”
She wiggled against him and turned her face toward his neck. Her teeth grazed his pulse, answering his challenge. He moved to capture her lips. She met him in the kiss and again their tongues dueled. His hands slid over the velvet of the cloak and he wondered what she was wearing under it. She pulled back and he quirked an eyebrow.
“My rooms. They’re just behind that portrait.” She pointed a shaking hand toward a painting of a reclining woman reading. He stepped back and waited for her to open the doorway. “Lavender Dreams,” she whispered and he thought that she needn’t fear he’d ever be tempted to use that password. She stood aside for him to enter first and for a moment he forgot his earlier delivery of the Wolfsbane potion to Lupin.
“It’s a full moon. He-he’s not here,” she reminded him as red creeped up her cheeks.
Severus entered her private rooms and didn’t hide his curiosity. Professors’ rooms weren’t high on his list of places to visit, but he noticed hers were a true reflection of the woman or-as his gaze noticed a ratty sweater he knew was Lupin’s- the couple that resided within. Her ever present books covered every available surface and part of the floor. The sofa and chairs were matching midnight blue Queen Anne fashion. In fact, the room was predominately blue, black and silver. That’s correct, she’d been in Ravenclaw as a student. Severus shook himself. None of this mattered. He was here to bed the witch not get to know her better.
“Come here,” he ordered and after a second’s hesitation she obeyed. Perhaps the chit could learn.
Cupping her chin, he raised her head and stared into her eyes. She swallowed hard and licked her lips. He took the invitation and dipped his head. The kiss was different from the others they’d shared. Instead of consuming them, it was slow and exploring. He noticed that she tasted of vanilla and strawberries. She sighed under his lips and he nipped gently at her full lower lip then flicked his tongue against it. Her hands found their way to his shoulders, hanging on to him as though she was having trouble standing. His lips slid into a smirk and deepened the kiss, stoking the fire that he knew was beginning to burn.
He pulled away and looked down at her, at her kiss swollen lips and her hooded eyes. He moved a hand to the cloak’s top clasp and began removing the decedent fabric to see what was beneath it. After four clasps were released he realized she was completely bare underneath and it took all of his willpower to not charm it off of her. By the sixth clasp he could slide the cloak from her shoulders and watch it pool at her feet.
“Now, I wonder, where were you going in the dead of night naked under your cloak? Especially on the night of a full moon.” He said, running his forefinger across her collarbone and raising her chin so she had to look into his eyes. “Or do you normally have nocturnal prowlings in such a state of undress?”
She swallowed, but didn’t lower her gaze. “I was looking for you, Severus.”
I want to thank everyone for their input about where to take these three characters. I’m sorry, but I really don’t see Remus and Severus “sharing” a woman together. At least not without their wands taken away. Anyway here’s what I’ve decided to do with them, hope you approve.
Oh and for the reviewer that was upset with Larentia’s actions, I apologize, but unlike Severus and Remus she is my own creation and is meant to be imperfect.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Chapter 4
Severus Snape stalked the dark corridors of the castle. He hoped to come across a curfew breaking student to take his aggression out on. Surely some “courageous” Gryfindor could be found flaunting their disrespect for the rules of the school. Hell, Potter and his merry gang of troublemakers had made it their hobby to disregard the rules.
Thinking of Potter forced the reason for his current foul mood back to the forefront of his mind. The silly chit, “Professor” Dorrington. After their confrontation-Dear Merlin his robes were getting tight-she’d practically paraded her happy relationship with that creature nonstop. He’d been certain, with Lupin’s keen sense of smell, there’d be trouble in paradise. He snorted. Trouble? He’d expected a bloodbath, or at least a reason to finally use his wand against the werewolf. Instead, if possible, the pup was more enchanted with the witch than before. And to top it off, she was keeping her distance from him. He’d expected awkwardness on her part, but she was damn near ignoring him.
He turned a corner and was disappointed by the lack of errant student bodies to punish. He thought back to their face off in his office. Severus recalled how she met his every move, thrust for thrust and flick for flick. Her body was so pliant. Her mouth begged for silencing and he’d only chanced using one of his favorite methods to do so. He twitched the hand holding his wand. Oh the things he could do to silence that mouth. Severus let a small groan escape. It was useless, Larentia Dorrington was avoiding him and he was certainly not going to go chasing after her like a love starved pup.
Severus turned another corner and was rewarded by movement in front of him. Sneering he raised his wand.
“Stop right there,” he ordered and the figure stopped.
He took his time approaching the unfortunate rule breaker. The better to savor these moments leading up to punishment. Whomever it was had dressed to leave the castle, wearing a long deep red velvet cloak with the hood covering their head. They had their back to him. He was a foot from the figure when he stopped and schooled his features into perfected glower mode.
“Turn around and explain why you are out after curfew.”
The figure slowly turned and lowered the hood. Golden green eyes looked up in the light of his wand as her fiery curls created a halo around her face.
“Good evening, Severus.” Larentia offered quietly.
Severus basked in this opportunity. Finally he had her, he glanced around to be sure, alone.
“Miss Dorrington, what brings you out of your rooms at this hour?” He asked, deliberately leaving off the “Professor”.
She arched a perfect eyebrow, clearly noticing his blatant disrespect. Inwardly Severus smirked. She was a lovely witch, but angry her beauty was a force to be reckoned with.
“I hardly think my nocturnal wanderings are of concern to you, Professor.” She turned to walk away, but his hand on her shoulder stopped her. “Is there something else?”
Severus gave her question a moment’s consideration before yanking her to him. He checked to be sure they were still alone and pushed her against the wall. Pressing his body to hers, he lowered his head to her ear. “Yes there’s something else.” He whispered, flicking his tongue against the soft shell. “Have you forgotten the last time you turned your back on me? Perhaps you need a reminder.”
She wiggled against him and turned her face toward his neck. Her teeth grazed his pulse, answering his challenge. He moved to capture her lips. She met him in the kiss and again their tongues dueled. His hands slid over the velvet of the cloak and he wondered what she was wearing under it. She pulled back and he quirked an eyebrow.
“My rooms. They’re just behind that portrait.” She pointed a shaking hand toward a painting of a reclining woman reading. He stepped back and waited for her to open the doorway. “Lavender Dreams,” she whispered and he thought that she needn’t fear he’d ever be tempted to use that password. She stood aside for him to enter first and for a moment he forgot his earlier delivery of the Wolfsbane potion to Lupin.
“It’s a full moon. He-he’s not here,” she reminded him as red creeped up her cheeks.
Severus entered her private rooms and didn’t hide his curiosity. Professors’ rooms weren’t high on his list of places to visit, but he noticed hers were a true reflection of the woman or-as his gaze noticed a ratty sweater he knew was Lupin’s- the couple that resided within. Her ever present books covered every available surface and part of the floor. The sofa and chairs were matching midnight blue Queen Anne fashion. In fact, the room was predominately blue, black and silver. That’s correct, she’d been in Ravenclaw as a student. Severus shook himself. None of this mattered. He was here to bed the witch not get to know her better.
“Come here,” he ordered and after a second’s hesitation she obeyed. Perhaps the chit could learn.
Cupping her chin, he raised her head and stared into her eyes. She swallowed hard and licked her lips. He took the invitation and dipped his head. The kiss was different from the others they’d shared. Instead of consuming them, it was slow and exploring. He noticed that she tasted of vanilla and strawberries. She sighed under his lips and he nipped gently at her full lower lip then flicked his tongue against it. Her hands found their way to his shoulders, hanging on to him as though she was having trouble standing. His lips slid into a smirk and deepened the kiss, stoking the fire that he knew was beginning to burn.
He pulled away and looked down at her, at her kiss swollen lips and her hooded eyes. He moved a hand to the cloak’s top clasp and began removing the decedent fabric to see what was beneath it. After four clasps were released he realized she was completely bare underneath and it took all of his willpower to not charm it off of her. By the sixth clasp he could slide the cloak from her shoulders and watch it pool at her feet.
“Now, I wonder, where were you going in the dead of night naked under your cloak? Especially on the night of a full moon.” He said, running his forefinger across her collarbone and raising her chin so she had to look into his eyes. “Or do you normally have nocturnal prowlings in such a state of undress?”
She swallowed, but didn’t lower her gaze. “I was looking for you, Severus.”