In The Dungeon Deep And Dark

In the Dungeon Deep and Dark - Chapter 4





The following Saturday, Professor Sprout escorted Georgia to see Madam Pomfrey while the hospital wing was quiet and the other students were at Hogsmeade, so as not to arouse suspicion. When they arrived, madam Pomfrey showed them both to a bed behind a curtain so they would have some privacy should an emergency case turn up.



“Now Miss Callaghan, just lie back on the bed and make yourself comfortable.” Pomfrey said while Sprout hovered, concerned for her student. “I’m just going to perform a little charm to find out if you’re pregnant. It won’t hurt but it may tingle.” She said calmly. Georgia smiled nervously as the nurse waved her wand over her stomach in complicated swirls and flicks. After a while, Madam Pomfrey sat beside the bed and sighed.



“All clear. No sign of pregnancy yet. However these things take time and the sperm and egg may still be inside your body, unfertilised as yet. I can give you a potion but this charm is very strong. There is every chance you may still end up pregnant. I’m sorry, I wish I could do more for you but even Professor Flitwick said that once cast, this charm is too risky to remove. We could end up leaving you permanently infertile.” Poppy warned.



“It’s ok madam Pomfrey. Thank you so much or trying to help. I’m prepared to take the consequences of my actions. I’ve had time to think this through and I’m ready, come what may.” Georgia said with conviction. Pomfrey stared at her, surprised.



“Whatever possessed you to place yourself at risk like that, for Professor Snape of all people? I can’t imagine he’s ever been particularly kind to you.” She wondered aloud.



“He risked his life to bring Voldemort down. I’m a Muggleborn, if it weren’t for him I wouldn’t have been safe to come to Hogwarts at all. I might even have faced a worse fate at the hands of the Death Eaters. I’m grateful for that and proud to have been able to return the favour. And no, he hasn’t been particularly nice over the past six years however he has since the incident, and has been incredibly supportive in helping me get back into Potions so I can become a Healer.” Georgia explained.



Pomfrey seemed even more shocked but Sprout looked proud. She was proud, not that the poor girl was perhaps going to be the first schoolgirl mum Hogwarts had had in fifty years, but of her loyalty to the school and its teachers and her sense of duty to someone who she believed had done her a service.



“And if the worst comes to be and you are pregnant?” Pomfrey asked.



“I suppose I’ll just have to tell my parents what happened but I think I’d decide to keep it. It wouldn’t feel right to abort.” She replied.



“But no-one would think any less of you, you were raped after all.” Pomfrey assured her.



“That isn’t the baby’s fault! Don’t worry about me, it might never happen. How long till we know?”



“I’ll want to see you in a week for a check-up. We’ll cast the charm then and we’ll know for certain.” She said.





Later that day, Georgia made her way down to the dungeons and knocked firmly on the door to Snape’s office.



“Enter.” His rather bored sounding voice called. She pushed the door open slowly, peeping round it.



“Professor Snape? Are you busy?” she asked tentatively. He looked up and smiled.



“Georgia, come in. Shut the door.” As she entered the room and pushed the heavy door shut, he crossed the room quickly and when she turned around to face him he was in front of her. Before she could say anything, he bent down and kissed her deeply, a kiss full of longing. Apparently he’d missed her!



“Are you alright? What brings you down here?” he asked, wrapping his arms around her.



“I’ve just come from the Hospital wing. They told me they can’t remove the curse, they have to let it diminish on its own. It should have worn off by next week.” She told him as he began to remove her long chunky cardigan, trailing little kisses down her neck.



“Sir... Severus, I’m not pregnant.” She gasped as her hands went to his chest to push him back but, melting under his passionate kisses she settled them there stroking over the rough fabric.



“Good.” He said huskily, placing his hands on her waist, under her t-shirt, and pulling her closer.



“Yet. I’m not pregnant yet. Let me finish. I could conceive with the egg and sperm still in my body, or over the next few days.” She said, stepping back for a moment. He looked at her with disappointment. She took his hands in hers to emphasise her words and reassure him she wasn’t rejecting him; she just needed him to hear her out. “They explained how it works. The charm forces the body to release an egg and holds it there for two weeks. During that time it also traps any sperm that enter the womb there too in active state so that the woman is more likely to conceive. Since last Monday, until next Saturday, I have been holding a fertile egg held in ideal conditions with any and all sperm that enters my body. They gave me a contraceptive potion but apparently the charm will most likely override it.” She warned him. He looked thoughtful while she explained this to him.



“If that’s true then if the charm worked, we’re already too late and if it didn’t work then the contraceptive potion will work.” He reasoned, reaching for her again. This time she stepped into his arms with a smile.



“I suppose I can’t argue with that logic.” She said, kissing him back.



“Of course not. A little advice; never argue with a Slytherin, you will never win.” He replied with a smirk before lifting her off her feet, causing her to squeal with delight.



“Where are we going?” She asked.



“My room. You realise we have never made love in a bed.” He remarked.



“You’re right we haven’t.” She said. She wasn’t very experienced with relationships but she knew this meant something had changed between them. This wasn’t just a quick fumble between classes or satisfying shag with a willing partner. He could have taken her in the office or the classroom. He could have transfigured a desk into a bed if that was what he wanted. Yet he chose to allow her into his private rooms, his personal space. What had he said before about making love? He’d never said that before. Did he perhaps have feelings for her too?





He laid her on his bed as gently as if she were made of fine china, laying down beside her and leaning over her and kissing her deeply again, melting her into the mattress. She felt as though her flesh were on fire under the torment of his feather light touches over her bare shin as he edged her t-shirt up and over her head. Desperately, she began undoing his buttons, arching her body toward him in a silent plea for more contact. Leaning lazily on one arm, he began kissing the exposed flesh of her chest and stomach. He splayed his free hand over her knee, tracing delicately over the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, moving upward to her heated core.



Driven by lust and instinct, Georgia pushed Snape to the bed surprising him with her sudden wilfulness. She began to kiss and lick all over his thin, wiry torso.



“God you taste good.” She moaned, taking his nipple into her mouth, suckling then flicking it with her tongue as he had with hers, causing him to groan with need. He used her occupation to rid her of her remaining clothes, although concentrating on the task was difficult while her questing lips and tongue moved lower, over his abdomen now,

lightly drawing her teeth over his protruding hipbone while her hands worked to remove his trousers. She pushed both is trousers and boxers down as one to reveal his erection jutting up at her, her head hovering over it. She looked up at him with an impish look and licked her lips and he thought he was going to spend right there.



“I’ve never done this before so you’re going to have to teach me.” She said.



“Georgia, you don’t have to...!” he began but she dipped her head and took as much of him in as she could. She let him slide out of her, sucking as her head rose and gripped him firmly at the base looking up at him for encouragement. His eyes were shut tight and his mouth dropped open in shock and pleasure. She took that as a good sign and dipped her head again, flicking her tongue out to taste him. He tasted salty and she liked it. So did he by the sound of it. She continued to lick him up and down, encouraged by his moans. He shifted under her, kicking his trousers to the floor so he could spread his legs, allowing her to get closer, kneeling between his thighs. She remembered the girls in her dorm saying something about treating it like a lollipop so she began to lick and suck him like a tasty treat, alternating between trailing her tongue up and down his length and taking it as deep as she could into her mouth, sucking and teasing. This became too much for Snape, who tangled his hands in her hair, pressing on her head to dictate the pace. For a moment he forgot himself and thrust sharply into her mouth, making her choke and gag.



“I’m sorry Georgia,” he said, pulling her up to him. “Are you alright?”



“Yes I’m fine. Was that ok?” she asked nervously.



“You were wonderful.” He said, smiling and kissing her hungrily, pushing her back onto the bed and settling between her legs.



“I wanted to return the favour.” She smiled shyly.



“For your first time you did exceptionally well.” He said, running his hand firmly over her body toward her already damp slit. Leaning down he kissed her soundly, his tongue stroking hers forcefully as he slipped a calloused finger into her dripping sex. She raised her hips in silent supplication, aching for more. She could feel his hard cock pressing into her hip and she gripped his back harder.



“Please Severus, now. I want you now.” She begged.



He spread her wet folds with his fingers and guided himself slowly into her. He would never get used to this; a lovely young woman laid bare for him, desperate for his touches, begging for him to make love to her. He was sure he had died and no-one had told him! And he was going to make love to her, not the frenzied couplings they had shared before. He felt something for her now, something he didn’t quite understand. He wanted to be with her always, protect her, hold her. He needed her. She was his salvation, his passion... his woman. He realised he wanted no other woman and would suffer no other man to touch her. Was this what love was really about? Not mooning over some girl who never saw him as anything more than a best friend, who never spent her time dreaming about having him in her bed as Georgia did. She may not have been an extraordinary student but she was certainly a very special witch.





He concentrated on expressing the depth of his feeling for her into every slow deep thrust, every breathtaking kiss, and she felt it. She felt the change in him and thought she would just die of pleasure with how much love and passion she felt from him. He made her feel so fulfilled, so loved. His touch was all over her, his body covered hers. She felt surrounded, shrouded in his body, covered with his love. The way he filled her, so deep inside, she felt she would always ache for him until he filled her once more, like he was a missing part of her. She slid her hands to his buttocks, pulling him deeper into her and thrusting her hips to meet his. He knew then that she was close to her climax and placed his hands under her hips, tilting them to hit the spot he knew would drive her wild. He pumped harder and faster into her, moving his mouth to her hard pink nipples, suckling them firmly. It was too much stimulation for her and she came harder than she had before, clawing him with her nails and screaming incoherently, thrashing about beneath him. Her convulsions deep within her were strong enough to send him over the edge, gripping her hips hard as he shot his seed into her with a grunt. He collapsed beside her, his am resting across her chest and his hand curled around her breast. She didn’t move, just lay there with a satisfied smile on her face.



“Georgia?” he said, kissing her breast softly.



“Yes?” she gasped.



“Stay?” he asked, wrapping his arm tightly around her.



“Yes.” She replied, turning on her side to face him. “Severus?”



“Yes?” he asked with a slight smile.



“I love you.” She said, reaching out to him.



“I love you too.” He replied, kissing her once more. And he meant it.











A/N: Thanks to all my reviewers! I’m not quite sure where I’m going to go with Georgia’s ‘is she / isn’t she pregnant?’ dilemma. Right now it could go either way and still fit into my vision. If you want, let me know what you think!