Troublesome

“So what plans does the illustrious Professor Snape have?”

“Illustrious?” He cocked an eyebrow at the girl who had just woken beside him. The nights events hit him like a ton of bricks; the guilt is what he felt most of all.

“Notorious?”

“That’s more like it,” he said, sitting up, stretching his torso, trying to wake up fully. He groped for his pockets of the robes he’d forgotten to remove before he’d fallen asleep for the pocket watch. The tarnished silver heirloom read seven thirty. He kicked his unstable legs over the side of the bed and stood. “If you must know, I’m meeting some one for breakfast in Hogsmeade. No you cannot accompany me.”

“A girlfriend?”

He shot her a look. As if he had a girlfriend or anything of the sort.

“Do you really think that if I had a lady companion that I would have wasted the whole night lying in bed with you?”

She shifted uncomfortably and bit her lip. It was amazing that her lips weren’t constantly chapped the way she bit down on them.

“It’s not like we really did anything.”

He snorted, but didn’t reply. He fished through his wardrobe for a set of robes that weren’t wrinkled. His breakfast “date” didn’t really stand for unkemptness. She certainly wouldn’t approve of Evelyn tagging along. But yet, he had the compulsion to bring her along anyway.

After dressing and running a razor over his face, he turned back to Evelyn who was watching him with keen interest. He sighed.

“I’m meeting my mother, if you must know,” he half snarled at her. She gave him a small smile.

“So the dragon has a mother. Who knew?”

“We meet in Hogsmeade the first Saturday of every month for a spot of breakfast. I’m not knitting sweaters for her nor am I a steady fixture in her house, so you can wipe that look of your face right now.”

“I think it’s sweet.”

He straightened his collar and inspected himself in the mirror hanging on the wall next to his wardrobe.

“You don’t know my mother, Miss Hewitt.”

“What about your father?”

He stiffened. Of all the snarky comments she could have made, she had to bring up his…father. Well, he wasn’t really a father. He was just the man who implanted his seed in his mother’s womb. It didn’t go any further.

“He’s dead.”

He smoothed out the front of his robes, and examined Evelyn’s reflection. She wasn’t looking at him. Surely she would be crawling down his back to go with him, but she hadn’t made an attempt to move. Another tactic of hers he supposed.

Really, he was paranoid.

A girl, that’s all she was, shouldn’t have that much power over him. She didn’t. It had to be all in his head.

Troublesome is what she was; a right nuisance really.

He turned at stared at her for a second before speaking to her.

“Are you hungry?”

***

“Ah Severus!”

A woman with dark hair who bared a great resemblance to himself stood with her arms wide open, waiting to give him a hug. He looked around and made sure that no one else was in the small dingy but quaint restaurant before embracing his mother.

“You’re looking very pale, son. You need to get out and explore the grounds more. It’s not healthy to be spending all of your days locked in that stuffy class room.”

“Mother,” he said, pained that a student was witnessing this. “Not now. I’ve got some one I want you to meet.”

His mother looked over his shoulder to examine the blond girl staring timidly at her feet. Severus had tried talking her out of wearing her school uniform, but she had insisted she didn’t have anything else to wear. His mother backed away from her son and stared at him, confused. He could see the worry as she frowned, her wrinkles very apparent.

“What is this?” she whispered.

“Mother, this is Evelyn Hewitt,” he turned to Evelyn. “Evelyn, this is my mother, Eileen Prince.”

Evelyn didn’t look up as she gave a small wave.

“Hullo,” she mumbled.

“Severus,” his mother hissed lowly so that only he could hear her. “What on God’s green earth do you think you’re doing?”

“She’s just a student, Mother.”

His mother scoffed at him.

“I don’t believe a word of it. Fourteen years you’ve been teaching, fourteen years you’ve been coming to meet me for breakfast and not once have you brought any one along with you. Do you think I’m blind?”

“Will you at least be civilized?” He raised an eyebrow at his mother. She never approved of any woman that threatened to take her Severus away from her. She doted on him, a bit too much, in fact. Every since his father had died, Eileen had been very watchful over her son.

“Of course dear, do you really think that I’m that much of a cow?” she said, smiling painfully and looking over his shoulder to inspect the girl once more with obvious disapproval etched across her face. “Well, she does look a bit thin.” Eileen managed to summon a smile, albeit it a fake smile. Evelyn would be able to tell. Nothing ever went passed the girl. “Come sit down, dear. Severus and I have a lot to discuss and not a lot of time.”

As Eileen took her seat, Severus shot Evelyn an apologetic look before sitting down himself. Evelyn looked as though she was ready to run, but Severus shot her a pointed glare. Evelyn returned the favor by shooting him a dirty look and sitting down across from Severus. Eileen turned around and whistled loudly at a young barmaid who was cleaning up a table filled with dirty dishes.

“Excuse me, Miss! Are you going to take our drink orders or do we have to wait until next Christmas?”

This would prove to be an interesting morning.

***

Neither of them said a word to each other as they made their way through the castle and towards the dungeons. It appeared as though Evelyn were too angry to speak.

His mother did tend to have that effect on people.

It’s not like he could read this mother’s mind. He couldn’t stop her from asking Evelyn if she had troll blood somewhere down the line. That had not gone over well with Evelyn.

What did she expect Eileen to have rainbows and sunshine shooting out of her rectum?

“That woman is absolutely the most infuriating person I’ve ever met,” Evelyn said. Severus smirked.

“Still think its sweet?”

Evelyn held up a hand.

“Don’t,” she said, warningly. “I’m heading to showers. I feel completely skuzzy after spending two hours with that woman.”

She started to walk away, but he grabbed her arm, stopping her. He leaned in close to her ear. He didn’t want any one over hearing him.

“Come back at ten tonight. Do bring a change of clothes.”

She stared at him strangely, but he raised an eyebrow at her, and gave her a small smirk. She bit her lip and smiled widely.

“See ya later then, Professor.”

She gave him a small wave and flounced off. He didn’t take his off her until she had disappeared around a corner. He was in way too deep.

***

The girl was punctual, he’d give her that much. Evelyn appeared in his office at ten o clock, wearing her bathrobe and carrying a pillow.

“You couldn’t have been more subtle,” Severus said, glaring at her appearance. He prayed that no one had spotted her and if they had, he prayed that they had the good sense not to ask where she was going.

“Don’t worry; I’ve spent six years invisible at this school, that’s not going to change tonight.”

He smirked upon getting a better glance at her pillow case. Furry animals gamboled merrily on the front. It was sickening really. Little red and yellow hearts rained down on the nauseating creatures. He snorted as he pictured a hunter dressed in camouflage stalking the dare he say, cute, creatures, killing them off one by one. They wouldn’t be smiling then.

“I sleep better with it,” Evelyn said, blushing. It was pathetic really. He grabbed the pillow from her and tossed it aside.

“I will not allow that abomination on my bed,” he said, sneering. Evelyn shrugged and picked it up before taking a seat at his desk. She hugged the pillow to her chest.

“Ulric didn’t like it either,” she said. “My house elf, Nita, made it for me when I was a baby.”

“Ulric?” Severus asked as he rummaged around in a cupboard, extracting a bottle of wine and two goblets. “Ulric Parkinson?”

“I told you about the married man I had an affair with last year.”

“You slept with Pansy Parkinson’s father?” He asked, as he poured two glasses of deep rich red wine. He handed one to her and she mumbled a word of thanks before taking a sip.

“Yeah, he liked me because I’ve got blond hair, just like his dear daughter.”

“That’s the most depraved thing I’ve ever heard.”

“Really, it was. He wouldn’t look at me when we fucked. It was almost always from behind.”

Severus took a deep drink from his goblet, trying to shake the mental images from his head.

“That’s completely narcissistic. You realize that Pansy looks just like her father,” he said.

“Oh yes, I know,” Evelyn said. She downed the rest of the wine and sat it down on the desk, nudging it towards him. With out a word, he uncorked the bottle and poured her another glass. “He sent me a pair of Pansy’s pajamas once. He said I was a good lover you know. I’m willing to bet that he’d think that about anyone that gave him a little attention. His wife was depriving him. I think I would too after seven children. “

The Parkinson’s bred like rabbits, Severus knew. He’d taught all seven of the Parkinson children, Pansy being the youngest and only girl. Still, it was still sickening to think what Ulric might be doing to his daughter. Severus did not particularly care for the Parkinson girl, but it still scared him a bit.

“Oh don’t worry, Professor. Why do you think he came to me rather than going after his own daughter? Ulric may not be the smartest man, but he does have some standards.”

Severus snorted a bit. A man who had sex with a girl because she looked similar to his daughter having standards was an entertaining thought.

Evelyn stood up and pulled her long hair from the pony tail that it was being held up in, shaking it about. Severus had to do a double take. He’d never seen her with her hair down. He’d always thought she had a serious, sharp face, nearly similar to his own, but hers was more pointed and less obvious while his features were blunt. With her hair down, however, she was a whole different person. Soft were her features now, her face less tense, and the way she bit her lip now was oddly attractive.

Then she began to remove the robe that she wore to reveal a silky bright red night gown that barely covered her arse. Her petite breast looked more prominent then they did underneath the white pleated school uniform blouse.

Good god, she’d never been more attractive then she did at that moment.

“Where do you want to do this?” She whispered, her brown eyes reflected the flickering torches, giving the impression that they were on fire.

He answered her with a deep kiss and she in turn pushed him gently into the chair that she previously occupied.

Her, legs, oh god her legs. They were delectable. He couldn’t help but grab them as she straddled him with out interrupting their embrace. She broke away from his mouth and began to suck on his neck, sending a shiver up his spine. The girl knew too much about what he wanted. He’d expected her to be some what inexperienced.

Well that’s stupid, he thought, there was no way in hell she could be inexperienced, not after the way she sucked his cock. That was no girl giving him fellatio. That was a woman.

He was so lost in his thoughts that he barely noticed that she was unbuttoning his shirt and was trying to pull it off him. He was so lost in the way she was starting to kiss his chest, her fingers running over his nipples, grinding into his crotch in that unbearable way, he helped her remove the shirt with out thinking twice.

He’d forgotten about his Mark.

The cursed Mark, which was branded into his skin like he was some sort of cow.

And to his horror, she spotted it.

Evelyn stopped what she was doing and took his left arm to inspect it closer. He tried to draw away, but she held his arm steady and examined the faded Mark by running her fingers gently over it. He was sure she was going to be disgusted. He was sure she was going to slap him and run off.

Instead she brought her mouth to it and planted a gentle kiss upon it, as though she were a mother kissing away a child’s injury.

He was almost touched. It was the single most loving gesture that had anyone had ever done for him. He knew the girl cared about him if not loved him. He almost pushed her off of him and thought about telling her to scram, but she started kissing his jaw line, moving up towards his ear.

“Some how, I always knew, but I’d always hoped that I was wrong,” she whispered and nibbled at his earlobe. “But I know you, Professor. I know you’re not that person anymore.”

“I’m not?” He asked.

She pulled away from him and stared deeply into his eyes. She shook her head and smiled faintly.

“No, you’re not.”

“Take the night dress off. I hate red,” he said roughly. Evelyn did as she was told and stripped herself of the red night dress, tossing it aside. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath it; he’d at least expected her to be wearing underwear. But for the first time he was staring at her naked form in the whole.

It scared him.

But yet it excited him like nothing else.

She wouldn’t look him in the eye. He cupped her chin in his hands and forced her to look at him. If he was going to fuck this girl’s brains out, he needed some sort of confirmation that she wanted it just as much as he did.

There was fear in her eyes. How could he show her there was nothing to be scared of?

“Evelyn,” he murmured. “I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.”

“I know, Professor.”

“You’re very beautiful,” Severus said, giving her a full look over.

Evelyn said nothing but immediately began to unbuckle his belt, working his pants off. He kicked them awkwardly off, meriting a small smile from Evelyn who had paled considerably. Why in the hell was she so nervous? She was the one who kept pushing for this.

“Evelyn, what’s wrong?”

“It’s just that, I’ve never done this with anyone else, and you’re a teacher and…” Tears began to sparkle in her eyes. Severus rolled his eyes, annoyed now.

“You’re just now figuring this out? I’ve let you get this far and suddenly you’re going to back out?”

Evelyn’s face tightened and for a second he thought she was going to hop off, but she reached underneath herself and found his cock and expertly guided it to her twat, impaling herself on him with a loud moan.

Fuck, she’s tight, he thought. Fuck. Fuck.Fuck.Fuck. I’m screwing my student.

It wasn’t as bad as he thought it would be.

It was really quite nice.

Too nice, actually.

As she rode him unmercifully, he tried to think of something else, something other than the girl pumping away on him, moaning his name…

Wait, when did she start using his name?

The blond dug her nails into his back as she quickened her pace, practically screaming. This drove him so far over the edge he almost lost it. He had to think of his mother and the lecture she gave him about sex as a teenager, he had to think about Dumbledore, but he just could not focus on anything but the girl who was fucking him senseless.

He wasn’t sure how long they’d been at it, but with a grunt he could not contain himself any longer. He released his load into the nether regions of the girl, but this only seemed to encourage her. He found himself wondering when and if she was going to finish. He was going to go soft if she didn’t hurry.

With a final moan, she slowed her pace, and began to take deep sort breaths before finally collapsing into his chest.

“Thanks,” she said, taking deep breaths. The girl was sweating. He could practically taste it on her. “I’ve never fucked face to face.”

Severus did not know what to say.

Now that the pleasure was over, the guilt had begun to settle in.

He’d gone and fucked her.

He was an idiot.

He was doomed.

He might as well turn himself into the Ministry.

Damn the girl.

Damn her to the deepest darkest pits of hell.

He wanted to fuck her again.

He needed a drink.

No scratch that, he needed lots of drinks.

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Hope you enjoyed. It's taken me a whole week to get this updated and for that I am sorry. There shall be more soon. I was originally going to post this on Friday night but my water got cut off and I was forced to stay else where for the weekend because the water company wasn't open all weekend and there was not a thing I could do. The bastards. Anyway, Read and review!