MUGGLE MAGIC

CHAPTER 5

Ten days had passed since Severus Snape’s appearance in my bedroom. He had reverted to avoiding me at all costs, walking briskly away whenever I was in the vicinity. All attempts at conversation yielded terse comments only when absolutely necessary. His eyes remained stony and, whenever I did manage to catch him looking at me, his expression was unreadable.

I found myself missing our verbal clashes and physical interactions and began looking for ways to be near him. The way his mind worked intrigued me, his voice transported me to unexplainable heights and his presence, oh god, his presence undid me. This was all so strange to me, my intense reaction, both in his company and out. I felt like I was having withdrawal symptoms because of his emotional distance.

Meals remained solemn affairs, neither of us acknowledging the other. So many times I wanted to initiate some conversation with him but I knew that that would be a mistake. I was simply not willing to open myself to Severus; whose words I knew could cut deep. Besides, my own pride wouldn’t let me. I had never fully forgiven him for the way he treated me the morning after I was attacked by the spiders and he apparently had not gotten over my scalding words the night I had dinner with Lucius. Dammit, he has to know that I have feelings too. Doesn’t he recognize pay back?

I took my time getting dressed for dinner, deciding at last on a flowing black skirt and a luxurious white angora sweater. I applied my make up and chose a glossy nude lipstick; black pumps finished my ensemble. There, that looks good. I settled on leaving my hair down tonight as it was curling beautifully and made me feel elegant. Two spritzes of my perfume and I was out the door.

In the great hall, I was greeted by Hermione, Harry and Ron all of whom seemed anxious to talk to me. They tugged me down on to the long wooden bench at the Gryffindor table and huddled conspiratorially around me.

“What did you do?” they asked in unison.

“Yeah, did you threaten to shrink him?” Ron demanded gleefully.

Harry chipped in, “It’s bloody unbelievable, that’s what!”

“Wait, what are you talking about?” I asked, looking at each of them in my confusion.

“Malfoy!” they whispered together.

“He’s actually being civil to me; stopped calling me names, at least to my face,” Hermione said incredulously.

“Stopped bothering me about my books and clothes,” Ron declared.

I turned to Harry, waiting. “He’s just ignoring me,” he said with a grin.

I had to laugh at their glee.

“Well? Tell us? What did you do? You couldn’t have put a spell on him,” Hermione insisted.

“Now you know that I am not supposed to discuss my findings with anyone but your Headmaster and the student’s parents,” I said reprovingly. “However,” I added, unable to hold in my grin, “I will go so far as to say that when dealing with a Slytherin, you should think like one.”

I left the three in good spirits and settled into my seat at the head table. Professor Snape was still nowhere to be seen; in fact I hadn’t seen him all day. Strange. I usually see him at least once a day lurking in some corner waiting to pounce on some unsuspecting non-Slytherin student. Professor Lockhart was trying to get my attention at the other end of the table. I had just given him a friendly wave when I heard,

“Good Evening, Miss Melrose.”

Snape had come up behind me and even though his tone was flat, my heart still skipped a beat at the sound of it.

“Good Evening, Professor Snape,” I parried, thankful that I didn’t sound breathless for once.

He said nothing more.

How different it was sitting next to Severus now! Even though I had not been able to get a clear reading on him, my dinner with Lucius had shown me some startling differences between the two wizards. If I were to put Lucius Malfoy and Severus Snape in the same room, the average person would drift towards Lucius. Though snobbish, Lucius seemed more welcoming – angelic; when in reality he was poisonous. Severus, on the other hand, physically looked demonic, but from what I could tell, this is definitely a cover for the true man inside.

My musings were interrupted as the Headmaster rose to deliver the evening’s announcements.

“I note with great pleasure,” the headmaster declared, “that a new season of Quidditch is about to commence. Team rosters and practice schedules have been posted in your common rooms. Congratulations to all who will be competing this year.”

“On a more serious note,” continued Dumbledore, failing to look very serious, “Mr. Filch has reported several incidents of graffiti in the students’ lavatories.” Some scattered giggles could be heard throughout the Hall but they fell silent as Dumbledore went on. “Years ago at Hogwarts, the penalty for this sort of transgression involved thumbscrews. Please do not give Mr. Filch any more reasons to indulge his taste for nostalgia.”

The room remained unusually silent as he sat, but a buzz had begun by the time the headmaster had picked up his napkin.

With that over dinner began and I tucked in to my bowl of cream of mushroom soup. Severus, I noticed, did not appear to have much of an appetite. Pity, it is really quite good. Tastes just a bit strange, I thought. Must be wizarding spices. I finished about half the bowl when I began to feel just a bit odd.

I put down my spoon and sipped some water. It felt like feathers were softly brushing my face, arms and legs. It was soothing but mysterious. With the next spoonful of the soup, instead of warming my stomach, it seemed to reach all the way down between my legs, like a warm hand cupping me just there.

Thankfully, my quick intake of breath went unnoticed. For a few moments, I seriously debated whether I should continue with my meal or return to my quarters. Maybe I was imagining things? I took another taste, this time gripping the spoon tightly as unseen fingers slipped into the folds of my feminine core and caressed slowly and deliberately.

Struggling for composure, I replaced the spoon and gripped the sides of the chair. I closed my eyes as the fingers began a tantalizingly slow circular motion pressing against that very special pleasure button. I stifled a moan as other unseen hands grazed against my peaked nipples, squeezing in slow, torturing degrees that made my toes curl.

Trying to conceal my shallow breathing was hard work as a finger entered me and deliciously stroked in and out. All the while the other fingers worked, picking up their pace pushing me towards orgasm. Oh, heaven help me, I thought as I crossed my legs hoping to stifle the entire thing. I hoped no one was watching me but my entire body tensed in readiness when I heard,

“How is the soup Cassidy?” Professor Dumbledore was gazing down the table at me.

Horrified, I desperately tried to control myself before I looked at him. Tell him ‘it’s just fine’ my brain screamed; ‘it’s just fine!’

“Ecstasy,”

I murmured, and my eyes crossed in shock. I stared at the napkin in my lap. Oh god, I hope he didn’t hear that. I just wanted to die.

I chanced a look at the Potions Master to see if he had noticed. Snape’s face was almost expressionless, focused into his bowl of soup. Only his lips were curled, like the cat who just had his fill of the cream. The bloody bastard knows!

I wanted to pry my hands from the chair so that I could wrap them around his throat, but my pleasure was building rapidly. I knew that unless I got out of here soon, I would definitely embarrass myself. I commanded my body to move, and it did, shakily. Not even bothering to excuse myself, I ran for the closest ladies room.

Once inside I slammed the door shut and leaned against it – panting hard, as magic hands continued to propel me towards utter satisfaction. Moaning aloud as my pleasure started to peak, I latched on to the handle of the door. “Oh Severus,” I whimpered, writhing against the door, “Please… oh please…” So close; oh, almost – there…

Crying aloud, I shook furiously with the power of my release and slid to the floor like a lifeless doll. Unable to move I sat there just marveling at the intensity and the force of my orgasm. Still trembling, I pushed myself off of the floor. After leaning against the door a moment to catch my breath, I unsteadily made my way to the sink. The reflection in the mirror was about what I expected. My hair was askew, my face flushed and my expression, well… ravished.


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Well, well well! Isn’t that interesting? I murmured to myself as I looked upon the fleeing back of the Hogwarts School Counselor. Smothering the urge to grin I threw an expression of blissful ignorance to a concerned looking Dumbledore and returned to my meal. Who did she think she was fooling anyhow? Squirming her bottom into the chair, biting her lips, those whisper soft moans. Little did she know the more she tried to stifle it the stronger the urge would become.

By now she should be writhing in her rooms or where ever it was she ran off to, confused but highly aroused. Smirking into my soup bowl, I imagined Cassidy Melrose, in the heat of ecstasy, screaming out as she propelled towards her orgasm. Had a more satisfying one with Malfoy did she? Well, we shall see just how satisfied my latest invention will leave her. True, her little foray with Lucius made me uncomfortable. It had me worried and distracted me for the better part of a week. Her naiveté where this particular wizard was concerned would surely be her downfall. Malfoy had posed a lot of questions as I escorted him out of the dungeons that day. What do I know about her? What were her connections? Did I think she would enjoy a peek into the goings on of a Death Eater’s Revelries. If she wasn’t careful, she’d get more than a peek.

That realization made me oddly short of breath, and thoughts of dark revelries involving Muggles are not the most appetizing dinnertime entertainment – even if they involve annoying Muggle counselors. Pushing away from the high table I quickly made my excuses and exited the Great Hall.

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Splashing the frigid water from the tap onto my face, I made an effort to control my wanton appearance and my thoughts. What on earth did he do to my soup! It has to be a potion. The bastard! Was this his idea of revenge for my foray with Lucius Malfoy? Was that why he was in hiding today, was he busy brewing? Oh god, what Albus must think! I’m in a room full of children and I’m having a sexual frenzy at dinner!

I wanted to murder him - now! Gathering up all my anger, I strode out of the washroom and headed to the dungeons. He would be there by now, I was sure of it.

“Going to kill him,” I muttered, “Kick down the door and kill him.” I hardly looked left or right as I made a beeline for his door. “Strangle him, yes that’s it … He can’t do that to a person in public… can’t do that to a person, full stop.” At his chamber door, I was poised to kick the door then stopped. Reconsidering, I took off my pumps- No sense in ruining my shoes -and took stance again when his classroom door slowly creaked open behind me.

This caught me off guard and I whirled around, full of suspicion. Taking a deep breath I entered the classroom cautiously. Snape was sitting at his desk, his grade book open, writing calmly. Maybe ‘guns blazing’ was not the way to approach him at the moment. Trying not to show my agitation, I began,

“Would you care to explain what happened to me at dinner? Don’t bother to deny that you know anything about it because I know that you do.”

He looked at me for the first time since I entered the classroom.

“Dinner? What happened to you at dinner?” Snape asked blandly.

“I had a huge orgasm that’s what!” I shouted, and then slapped my hand over my mouth. What the hell?!

The Potions master smiled in an obviously satisfied way.

My annoyance rose. “What did you do to my soup?” I demanded.

He looked thoughtful for a moment before he rose from behind his desk. He had taken off his robes and was only in his frock coat at the moment. He looked stunning. “A simple stimulant; child’s play really,” he said casually. “And a hint of veritaserum,” his lips quirked at that, “just to give a ring of truth to the entire experience.”

“Veritaserum?”

His lips twisted further into an evil smirk, “Truth Potion.”

My mind reeled. Truth potion! That’s why I could not say that the soup was ‘just fine’ to Dumbledore; I had thought it was, in fact, ecstasy. And admitting to Snape that I had a huge orgasm had certainly not been my intention! I looked at him again. He had this devilish expression on his face, like a spider who had just caught a juicy fly. I backed up, suddenly afraid. My mad dash for the door was thwarted by a quickly uttered charm that barred my exit. Oh god, what is he going to do?

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