Troublesome

Severus stirred from his drunken stupor, faintly wondering where he was, trying to remember what had happened to him. His brain was fogged over; it was hard just to move. He sat up slowly, trying not to upset his already sore stomach. Some one shuffled beside him, causing him to recoil.

Then he remembered. He remembered everything up until the point where he decided to drain a whole bottle of Fire Whiskey. Even through the drunken fog he could hear bits and pieces of the nights coming back to him…

“Stop, please, Professor, I’m tired…I just want to sleep…”

“I’m sore, Professor, please can we stop…”

A voice that sounded like his said, “I want to ravish you girl, like you want me to, like you need me to…”

He groaned upon trying to remember; it was making his head hurt.

He rolled over to look at the girl who was sleeping peacefully beside him, hugging the horrid pillow to her chest. He felt like prying it from her hands and ripping the pillow case to shreds; it was much too cheery for a morning like this. A quick inspection confirmed that no, this was not a dream and a quick peek under the blankets confirmed that yes, there was a student naked in bed with him. She groaned and rolled over, licking her lips. Her eyes fluttered open.

“Good morning, Professor,” she mumbled and smiled a bit, her eyes bloodshot and twinkling. He said nothing but forced himself to get up though his joints were screaming at him to lie back down.

“I don’t see what’s so good about it…” he muttered and began pulling on wrinkled robes that he’d carelessly discarded on the floor during their night of drunken passion. He knew he sounded a bit grouchy, hell he was a bit grouchy, this wasn’t a new revelation. The girl didn’t have a reason to look so offended by his irritability. This was her fault after all. If she hadn’t been so adamant about trying to get to know him they wouldn’t be in this mess.

“You don’t have a hang over potion or anything?” Evelyn asked, her tone a bit hurt. He turned around and glared at her.

“I don’t know what world you’re living in Miss Hewitt, but it’s obviously a perfect world where everything is cured by a simple potion,” he snarled. He snatched her robe and night gown off the floor and flung them at her with so much force they hit her in the face. “Get out!”

“But…I don’t understand!” Evelyn said, looking confused and hurt.

“Get out of here!”

Evelyn scrambled out of the obviously used bed and began to throw her clothes on. Severus watched her through narrowed eyes and didn’t miss the red tinge in the young witch’s cheeks or the tears that sparkled in the corners of her eyes. She hastily threw on the robe and tied at the front, her hands shaking with built up anger. Then she rounded on him, the tears falling freely now, but he knew it was not because she was sad, oh no, those tears burned with unfulfilled rage.

“You ought to know better than to go and make some one’s whose hands your career is in angry!” She shouted her voice high and wavering. He did not blink at her; he wasn’t one to scare easily.

“Are you threatening me, Miss Hewitt?” Severus asked, smirking a bit to himself. Her chest heaved. Oh it brought him such ill placed joy to see her so worked up, the little bitch.

“You’ll never be able to find work again if I so choose to tell the ‘Prophet’ about our little rendezvous! Oh no,” she said, smiling wildly. “People will be banging at your door, ready to murder you!”

“And I’ll let them in with welcoming arms, a cup of tea and a nice warm tale about how you aborted the fetus that was created by you and Mr. Parkinson. It’s really rather sad, actually, but you know how that Skeeter woman likes a good scandal,” he said, smiling openly and maliciously now. “You’ve got two under your girdle and all you have against me is this. No one likes a whore, Miss Hewitt.”

Evelyn’s eyes widened in dismay; it was the effect he was going for. Oh no, he’d done his homework before he even considered letting the witch anywhere near his groin. He was no fool; he didn’t just do things on a whim.

“They told me it’d be confidential…” the blond muttered to the air. “There is no possible way that you could find that out…I went to a muggle healer! Ulric said…he said no one would ever know if we did it that way…”

The girl appeared to have aged thirty years.

“How did you find out?” She demanded, looking quite hysterical.

“That, my dear, is confidential,” he said coolly.

“You picked my brain didn’t you?”

Severus said nothing as he smiled cruelly and pointed to the door. The girl gaped at him for a few moments before spinning around and dashing out of the room as though she were going to be sick. He heard the outer office door slam and he sank back into bed, not really sure why he left its comfort in the first place.
***
He watched as she glared at him over the bubbling cauldron. The little idiot was going to ruin her potion if she didn’t start paying attention. He wouldn’t let her make this one up. At that point he really didn’t care if her parents drug her kicking and screaming out of the castle and up the aisle. It wasn’t his problem anymore. He was ridding himself of her. He had no choice. If he let her control him the way she had, he might as well chop his dick off himself.

This was a fairly easy potion to brew. He had made it a simple one, third year level really, on purpose. There was no possible way for her to screw it up so she could come round to bother him. But yet as he observed over her shoulder, the result that lay in the bottom of her cauldron told him that she was determined to make his life miserable.

“I’ll give you a passing mark anyway, wretched girl,” he hissed into her ear and strode off in the direction of a Gryffindor whose cauldron was issuing black smoke. He could feel her eyes burning holes in the back of his head. He smiled smugly to himself. If she was going to play with fire, she was going to get burned.
***
Later on that night as Severus made his way to the Great Hall for supper, a sixth year student approached him, looking rather breathless and red.

“Professor, Evelyn Hewitt is in the dorms crying hysterically. We can’t get her to talk and we can’t get her to go down to the infirmary.”

“And you’re telling me this because…” he waited for her to finish. The sixth year girl looked at him helplessly.

“She’s asking to see you.”

Severus nearly growled in response. Oh what a dirty trick to play indeed. If the bitch thought this was a winning strategy she was sorely mistaken. He needed time to strategize, the girl had blind sighted him but he was far from unprepared. It was a war she wanted, it was a war she’d get.

“Tell Miss Hewitt I’ll see her in my office after supper,” he said curtly and turned on his heel to go eat. He’d be damned if he let the whore ruin his meal.
***

She was waiting outside, glaring at him through swollen slits that he assumed used to be her eyes. He unlocked his office and lit the torches with his wand, illuminating the room. He invited her in with a sickeningly sweet smile. She took a seat in front of his desk and looked down at her feet. He sat on the corner of his desk, his arms folded across his chest, smirking at her.

“I know you don’t want to see me, but I need to talk. I can’t talk to anyone else,” she said.

The smirk slid off his face.

She wasn’t trying to get in his pants.

“I didn’t know how else to get your attention, I’m sorry.”

She looked up at him with sincere eyes. She had the type of eyes he could get lost in if he didn’t watch himself. His shoulders slumped in defeat.

She’d won the war with a bat of her eyes.

“So talk, Miss Hewitt,” he said, gulping inaudibly. He was trapped. He’d never be able to get rid of this girl. He was hers whether he liked it or not. The girl, the horrible bitch, had him wrapped around her pinky. He knew it. She knew it.

He was all ears. He didn’t have much of a choice.

“I wanted to keep it, you know,” she said, her voice surprisingly calm for some one who had been hysterical not even an hour before. “The baby, that is.”

“And you told Ulric this?” Severus inquired. Evelyn shook her head.

“No. There was never really an option. I knew that if I didn’t terminate the pregnancy Ulric would get into a lot of trouble and my parents would’ve more than likely disowned me. I didn’t want to quit school either.”

The words flowed out of her mouth easily. It seemed as though she’d been preparing this speech for him.

“That’s understandable,” he said. Since when had he become a bloody therapist? Since when did he have a couch in his office? Why did the girl want to tell him everything?

Because he was the only one she had. She’d said so her self. That was his fault. Now he was going to have to start taking notes and asking her stupid questions like, “and how do you feel about that?”

The girl was starting to change him. He didn’t like it in the least.

“It was the worse thing that I’ve done, Professor. I feel like a fucking murderer.”

He would kill her if she started crying.

To his relief, her eyes were dry, though puffy.

“Evelyn, you’re not a murderer. You did what you thought was best. Do you really think that you could make a satisfactory parent? “

“No, but I’d do the best that I could do. It still eats me, you know.”

“I’m sure it does.”

“I thought you threw me out because of that.”

“I kicked you out because you’re my student.”

Evelyn nodded her head slightly and stared off into space.

He wasn’t sure why, but he swooped down and placed a small kiss on her cheek. He stared into her eyes, searching them for the answer to why she made him feel the way he felt about her. Her mouth was pouting slightly, making her appear as though she wanted to kiss him back, but before she could, he caught her mouth with his. Her lips parted slightly, and their tongues met. She placed a cool hand on his cheek and her eyes fluttered shut for a few spare moments.

No one had ever made him feel that way.

Like he was wanted.

They held their embrace for a few precious moments before Evelyn slowly pulled away. He was confused for a second, wondering why she was moving away…

“Professor, please, I beg of you, don’t take this the wrong way…” Her teeth were clamped firmly over her bottom lip. “I don’t think I can do this any more. “

He had to agree. It was just too much stress for him and he didn’t want to share himself with anyone. No, he wasn’t angry. He was relieved. But yet, he was disappointed.

“I concur,” he said, though he didn’t look at her.

“I’m sorry, Professor. You’re a wonderful lover but I can’t take the chance of getting hurt again. You have to understand that I loved Ulric and all though I knew it would never work out, it still stung. I don’t want that to happen with you.”

“Quite…understandable.”

Had he just been dumped? Had they ever really been officially “together?” No, their relationship had been a tryst. He was glad she was calling it quits. It was only a matter of time before they got into trouble.

“Don’t get me wrong, Professor. I still want you, I’m not rejecting you, but this situation could turn really ugly really fast and really, I don’t want to cost you your career or even your life.”

“How noble,” he stated, his usual sneer gracing his features once more. She smiled a crooked smile. It made her semi crooked nose seem straight. A crooked smile for a crooked nose, how poetic.

“I’m no Gryffindor, Professor. Had it come to that, I’d be in as much trouble as you and I’d have to place all the blame on you. All the dirty laundry would come out for a wash.”

She stood and stretched her arms, her blouse lifted, exposing her bellybutton, her breasts reaching her chin nearly. The little devil was trying to get a rise out of him. He could see it in her face.

Severus gaped.

Evelyn grinned.

Her fingers began to work at the buttons on her shirt. Her shirt slowly began to fall apart, revealing an extremely white bra. Her shirt fell from her shoulders and dropped to the stone floor. Severus stood mesmerized at the sight; he wasn’t really sure what to think, but it wasn’t very often that a female stripped for him in such a manner.

“One last shag?” Her voice was high and airy, innocent, but that made her seem all the more sexy and devilish. Oh what a predicament indeed. The girl was Satan in female form. There could be no other explanation to why he felt so suffocated and turned on by her at the same time. He hated her for that but he couldn’t find it in his heart to keep hating her for much longer. He was getting so old, so very old. Back in his youth he had no qualms about taking advantage of the fairer sex. He didn’t feel guilty about rolling in bed with a woman drunk out of her skull and he didn’t have the slightest bit of remorse about leaving her in bed the next morning with out telling her goodbye. That’s who he was. Evelyn was different however. Never had he had a woman seduce him. It was he who did the seducing. She was like a dream really. So real yet so unreachable.

He couldn’t find his voice and it certainly wasn’t about to come back as she bent over his desk and pulled down her underwear. She lifted her skirt over her hips revealing her nude bum, and turned her body ever so slightly to beckon him with a commanding index finger.

Severus stumbled over his feet as he started towards her, trying to undo his robes and his fly, trying to push them off of himself as fast as he possibly could. To his displeasure, he had to stop for a moment to pull them all off him or else he’d fall and break his head open and he certainly wouldn’t get laid lying in a pool of his own blood.

After what seemed an eternity he was finally able to approach her from behind. He placed one hand on her stomach, pulling her closer to him and the other hand was placed precariously around the shaft of his dick. Once he was at a comfortable angle, he stuck a finger in his mouth, wetting it thoroughly, and ran it down her slit, making sure she was lubricated enough. After he was certain that he wouldn’t hurt her, he slid him self easily into her, causing her to moan softly. He stood quite still for a few seconds, enjoying how tight she was before he began to slowly pick up the pace.

The girl made him feel like a man, the way she was carrying on, moaning and screaming his name like she was. It was almost enough to push him over the edge, but he was a king and kings did not finish until the lady had.

God help him.

Severus wasn’t sure how long they’d been going at it for he’d lost all sense of time and anything between but after what seemed like years, there was a knock on the door. He clapped a hand over Evelyn’s mouth to keep her from uttering a sound, but kept pounding into her.

“I’m busy, leave!” Severus shouted at the closed door. He was so close…so very very close…

Some one knocked once more, though Severus ignored it. If they knocked one more time so help him…

He couldn’t help him self; he finished just as the door cracked open and a very surprised Draco Malfoy stepped in, taking the scene in.

Oh fuck. This wasn’t good.

Evelyn realized what was going on and gave a small scream. Malfoy stood, shocked, his eyes wide, his pale eyebrows above his pale hair line.

The three stood looking at each other and the only thing that Severus heard was his heart pounding loudly in his chest.

“I’m sorry…” Draco stammered. “Sprout sent me down here to see if you had any tansy root and I didn’t hear you say anything…”

The silencing charms he had used. He could have kicked himself. Why hadn’t he thought to lock the door? The girl had distracted him, that was why.

Severus found his clothes and ignored Draco’s unstable apology has he dressed himself. Evelyn was too petrified to even move. Severus pulled his wand out and pointed it at Draco, who jumped about a foot in the air and held his hands in front of his face.

“I have no choice Malfoy…” Severus hissed. “You saw something that you shouldn’t have seen. I have to erase your memory.”

The boy lowered his hands and stared directly into the Professor’s eye.

“Of course sir,” he said, and then averted his gaze to Evelyn who had summoned enough sense to pull her knickers up and was searching for her shirt.

“Look at me, boy,” Severus snarled. Draco snapped directly to attention. “Obliviate!”

The boys face went slack and his eyes became strangely unfocused.

“You will tell Professor Sprout that I’ll get her tansy root to her by tonight. Then you will go back to your dormitory and then you will go straight to bed. Don’t talk to anyone, go straight to sleep, do I make myself clear?”

The boy nodded his pale head and promptly left the room.

Severus could breathe again, but he knew what he had to do next.

He turned to the girl who had huddled herself in the corner, and was putting her shirt on, out of sight.

“This is bad, Professor,” she said, fumbling with the buttons on her blouse. “He saw…”

“He didn’t see anything as far as he can remember.”

“I know, but I’ll know that he saw and I won’t be able to…”

“Obliviate!”

Evelyn didn’t get a chance to finish her sentence. He’d erased her memory of ever having spent time with him. It pained him and he’d miss her, but it was a small price to pay.

He pointed at the door and Evelyn scrambled up, obviously confused about why she was there, and stumbled out of the room, and to god only knew where.


This is the end of the first part of the story. The rest of the story will be told from Evelyn's point of view.