Who Knew?

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WARNINGS: SLIGHT BLOOD, TEACHER/STUDENT(S) F/M/M (SORT OF), VOYEUR/EXHIBITIONISM, ORAL

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Chapter 6: New Insight


One day, toward the end of July, Snape was mildly amused to discover that his ingredients for the male and female contraceptive potions had been depleted severely - by about two months worth. Two months for six highly active teenagers. He silent commended Ginny on her concern for her brother and her closest friend. ‘At the rate that Weasley clan breeds, a very sound decision, indeed. This has got to be the most promiscuous group of seventh years since “The Marauders”, Malfoy, McNair, Nott, and I terrorized these halls in celebration of our coming of age… For the entire seventh year! This is going to be one long, hard year.’ As he chuckled over his pun he made a mental note to increase his stores of those ingredients for this school year.

As the month of chaos at Wisteria Way wound down, Ron and Hermione were invited to spend August in Romania, to serve apprenticeships under Charlie Weasley as he continued his work with Dragons. Hermione had been able to convince her parents to let her go largely by overstating the danger of dragons to the wizarding world. Mr. And Mrs. Granger knew that their daughter would be apprenticing under Madame Pomfrey at the school hospital during her last year at Hogwarts, so when Hermione explained how much this would advance her medical training, they felt they could not refuse her this rare opportunity. Harry had returned to Private Drive, and McGonagall had received glowing praise for the transformation the Dursleys could immediately see in him. McGonagall and Dumbledore were now primarily back at Hogwarts and all seemed to be settling back into a somewhat normal pattern. Just the way Snape preferred it.

Since the Wisteria Way house served to allow close protection of Potter, there was always at least one member of the Order present, and Snape had surprised everyone by agreeing to take 48 hours each week. The only stipulation he added was that he be left completely alone during this time. He was even agreeable to fluctuating his times to meet the needs of the other members. But, whenever Snape was there, Potter never missed the “show” from his bedroom window. Sometimes there were even twice daily “performances”. As Snape contemplated his new activities, he found the most difficult part of the charade to be making the acts appear as though they were a normal part of his own everyday life. ‘As if I normally take such pleasures twice a day… As if buggering Draco senseless is nothing new… As if Potter always receives such vivid thoughts and sensations when he pleasures himself,’ he thought dryly. The young man seemed to prefer watching Snape and Draco as opposed to watching Snape pleasure himself; however, as Snape’s attention was divided during his times with Draco he could not be certain. ‘I wonder how Draco would take the news that our sexual encounters in this room were largely directed by Potter’s fantasies.’

Severus quietly entered his dungeon lab one day early into August, and silently observed as his two protégés shared light bantering and the tasks of potion making. ‘Very bright, these two… And very worthy, and you are very foolish to be even thinking about this,’ he chided himself. Ginny and Draco had remained unaware of his presence until his body was up against Ginny’s, not pressing, just touching the entire length. Draco quickly recovered from his momentary shock of witnessing such intimate actions from the Potions master, and tried to continue with the conversation and work as if nothing had happened. He found himself unable to make eye contact with Ginny, but could not resist a smirk when he accidentally made eye contact with Snape. Snape began to evaluate the work Ginny was doing, and although his tone was sharp and biting, he seemed to be using the lightest of caressing touches on her arms and hands as he corrected her movements, on her hair and head as he moved her hair to better see over her shoulder.

Ginny was distracted by the heat of his breath on her hair and ear, by the rise and fall of his chest with each breath he took, by the rise of his- ‘OHMERLIN! This can’t be happening! Not here. Not Right now. Not in front of him. I don’t want my first time to be so humiliating, not like this! I ask him to teach me but-NOT LIKE THIS,’ she silently screamed in her mind. ‘OHMERLIN!’ she thought again as she realized that Severus had changed the pressure of their contact to an even tempo, pulsing pressure, not a thrusting movement, simply more, and then less, pressure, and very subtle, too. Draco did not appear to notice, and Ginny was relieved to realize that the slow and gentle movements would be hidden by the fullness of his robes.

“You may go Draco,” Severus permitted, in a voice Ginny would never have recognized as his. It was rough, and husky, with a smoky quality; oddly soothing.

Most unexpectedly Draco knelt at Snape’s feet, bowed his head, and reverently replied “Yes, my Master,” then promptly left the room. Ginny knew of the closeness between the two, but was disturbed by the display of loyalty and servitude from Draco, and more so by the response it brought from Snape. She had felt his breath catch in his chest, and the momentary tremble through his body.

’Of course! He can read my thoughts! And Draco knew. He’s going to teach me as I asked and probably has been teaching Draco some other dark art form. But what? Who knew?’ At that moment she did not really care.

“Very clever, Ginny, but that is none of your concern,” Severus whispered as he pressed his hips forward, pressing his bulging erection into her back. She felt the slight force of his hands as he bent her over the steaming cauldron, then she felt him shift and start sliding the intimidating bulge against her cleft. Excruciatingly slow strokes up and down, which never broke contact with her arse. Her robe was being worked up into a bunch on her back and she had no room to even wiggle. Just as she was starting to wonder how far he was willing to go in an open class room, he took hold of her forearms and brought them behind her back. As Snape stepped back to look at his new treasure, she felt the cold air against her exposed labia. Ginny found herself torn between being glad she had stopped wearing all underwear in an attempt to keep her courage bolstered, and being uncomfortable wondering what Snape would think of this development. Instead of the snide comments she had expected he simply gathered her wrists into one hand, and massaged her arse with the other. Ginny had never noticed how large his hands were; suddenly all of the myths passed down among teenage girls came to mind. ‘You know about his bits if he has large hands… Or a large nose… Or big feet…’ She heard Severus chuckle behind her.

“They really are myths, but soon you may well discover the truth of the matter for yourself,” he whispered as he opened her cleft with his fingers. With his instructions to bend further forward, and hold her robe and skirt up, she found herself resting her stomach and forehead on opposite edges of the cauldron. She could feel him kneeling at her feet, both of his hands spreading her lips open. Ginny watched her reflection in the liquid beneath her face, and saw the panic in her own eyes as she felt his mouth press in between his fingers, a kiss so deep and intimate she could scarcely believe Snape was delivering it. His tongue gently caressed her where she had only been touched in her darkest imaginings.

’OH GREAT MERLIN! What’s it going to feel like to climax? Will he make me climax? Am I going to be one of those women who can’t climax? OH SHIT!’ Snape had frozen in mid-caress. He withdrew his tongue and began to nuzzle her opening instead. Suddenly, in what felt like a snake-like flick, his tongue brushed across her clit. Her knees buckled, her breath hitched, her voice squeaked, and something exploded up her spinal cord.

“Come with me,” Snape murmured as he stood and turned her toward the door, her robes falling back into place. He placed his arm across the back of her shoulders, shielding her with his robe, and guided her across the room. Her shaking legs were barely able to support her, and as he opened the door the situation grew worse. She was face to face with Draco, who had apparently been leaning on the wall watching the door.

“Gather your effects, Draco, and replace the wards as you leave. I will risk the assumption that you enjoy your position and its ensuing authorities?” Snape’s voice sounded almost lazy, the words were thick and slurred.

“Yes, Master,” Draco said quietly, with his head bowed.

“You understand that authority comes with responsibilities?”

“Of course, Sir,” once again bowing his head.

“Then Ginny’s privacy and protection will be assured?”

“Yes, my Master. I serve you.” Raising his head Draco looked Ginny directly in the eyes, with a shy smile that belied the dark glazed expression in his eyes, he said softly, “I will protect her.”

He than knelt, and kissed Snape’s left palm, secretly savoring Ginny’s scent on his intended mate’s hand. Unable to resist, he covertly swiped his tongue across the damp palm, tasting her juices mixed with Snape’s sweat. With a barely audible moan from deep in his chest, Snape turned Ginny down the hall toward his private chambers.

“Wait here,” instructed Snape, as he closed the door to his quarters and left Ginny standing in the living room. Ginny only had time to register the study in contrast that comprised his quarters, silver on black, antique beside chic, muggle mingled with wizard, before he was returning from his bed room with a vial of clear liquid in one hand and drinking from a vial of dark liquid in the other.

“It is a conception preventative potion. My own, of course, not standard school issue,” he explained delicately as he offered her the full vial. “As is this,” he added, finishing the dark liquid. “They should each be taken every two weeks.”

Ginny swallowed the surprisingly warm liquid, not allowing herself to consider what was going on. She knew he was inside her thoughts, and wanted to reveal as little as possible. ‘Shuffle the deck’ she said in her mind, causing an instant rearranging of her thoughts and memories.

“Are you ready to go?” Snape asked silkily as he moved in closed and allowed his body to brush against hers.

“Where do you have in mind?”

“A place where your inhibitions can be put aside, some place more private than this nearly abandoned castle with its talking walls.” A pinch of floo powder and an address Ginny recognized left her panicked as they spun through the floo network. Number three Wisteria Way?

‘Reshuffle the deck.’ Ginny was scrambling to keep her thoughts masked as she found herself ushered into a brightly lit, pale colored bedroom occupied by dark, heavy wood and iron furnishings. Coming around to face her, Snape took her shoulders gently in his hands causing her to startle and jump.

“Relax,” he whispered as he closed the distance between them. “To properly teach something, one must begin with the basics.” His kisses were lightly brushing her lips, her chin, and her cheek bone, finally coming to rest on an incredibly sensitive spot beyond her jaw and below her ear. “And as Rome was not built in one day, this particular dark art can not be adequately taught… Or experienced… Much less learned in one night… Do you understand?”

Throatily and breathlessly she stammered “Y-Yes my Lord. Ginny felt Snape tremble, heard his breath catch again, and knew that she had chosen her words correctly this time. ‘Merlin!! Thank you Draco, for showing me which path to take.’

“Excellent. Tell me something first. Honestly. Look me in the eyes,” he instructed, as she looked at the floor. “Will this truly be your first experience? You have never even touched yourself for pleasure?”

His question was met with a nod, no reshuffling of the cards in her mind, no deception, just simple honesty. Snape had warned Draco about the ease of misunderstanding what one observes through Legilimens, but now was not the time to reanalyze the images he had gained from his students’ sleeping minds. Now was a time for teaching.

“Shall we begin lesson one then,” he inquired as he lightly bit Ginny‘s lower lip.

“Yes, my Lord,” she moaned, as Severus slipped his fingers around her neck inside her shirt’s collar…

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Harry trudged up the stairs, looking forward to a cool shower, clean clothes and the cool darkness of his room after spending his day doing hot yard work. However, upon opening the door to his room, his plans changed, and he could not believe his eyes. Directly across from where he was standing was his window, beyond that was the window into Severus’ bedroom. Harry hastily closed his door and eased his way to his desk in front of his window, and hoped that his movements would go undetected by the Potions master. He lowered himself to the floor till he could just see across the top of the desk and watched…

From his hidden vantage point, Harry watched as Severus gracefully undressed the red haired woman and bathed her with kisses, starting with her forehead. The first kisses seemed slow, and cautious. Even though the space between the two windows was approximately 15 meters, Harry could clearly tell that the woman was somewhat hesitant. Harry licked his lips as Snape moved his mouth to her breasts. ‘Turn sideways so I can see…’ But the view of her back was not disappointing. He watched intently, as Snape dropped to his knees, his hands kneading the woman’s ass, spreading her cheeks apart as he did so. Harry wondered if her pubic hair was as red as the rest… Was this type of kiss as stimulating as a kiss on the lips? Considering the amount of time the Potions Master spent on his knees and the way she grasped at his hair, apparently more so.

Snape worked his way around to the woman’s back, still kneeling. Harry began stroking his own demanding erection as he watched Snape slide his hands up and down her legs and back several times. When he spread her cheeks apart and pressed his face into the cleft to continue his oral worship of the woman, Harry came. Violently, suddenly, intensely, and almost painfully, Harry spilled his fluid over his hand, and onto the floor. Shaking and drawing ragged breaths, he rested his cheek on the desk, refusing to look away for even a second, as the older man finally began working his way up the woman’s back.

He watched as Snape moved in front of the woman and took her head in his hands, guiding her down onto her knees, where she began to undress him. As she undid his trousers, Snape undid the numerous buttons on his tunic. Both fell away to the floor, leaving Snape gloriously naked. The woman seemed shy as she devoted her attention to the impressive organ before her. Harry could barely see the bobbing of her head from his angle but it was enough to revive his own cock. Harry could swear that he was feeling the hot sucking mouth working on his own cock, so warm and soft… A tongue was circling the tender head, prying open the slit as it sought out more of his pre-come… And more of the wonderful sucking, it felt as if she was trying to suck his balls through his cock! As soon as he had the thought, the sensation stopped. Opening his eyes, he realized that Snape was leading the woman to the bed. He could see most of the bed – from about mid-chest down, and was confident that his imagination could fill in any blanks in the action.

Harry continued to watch as Snape positioned the woman on her back, with her legs on either side of him. He could see Snape’s raging hard on as he began stroking his own again. Snape was working his hands across her body, occasionally leaning in to put his mouth to use. Harry could see the twisting and penetrating movements of the man’s hands as he worked between her thighs, causing the woman to writhe and arch under the deliberate ministrations. In his mind Harry could see the red curls, glistening with her juices. He could see the man’s fingers sliding in and out of the woman, her virginal blood leaving streaks over his own pale skin. ‘Blood? Virginal blood? Okay, get a grip, Harry! I do not fantasize about blood! Definitely time to stop listening to the twins and looking through their Play Wizards!’ Harry had to chuckle over his own train of thought… Until he saw the woman’s hips start to buck.

Harry continued to watch as Snape began stroking his own cock. Harry was imagining the sight of that thick cock wedging between red swollen lips, slowly disappearing inside… He decided he must be griping his own too hard because he could feel her warmth and tightness enveloping his cock. Harry closed his eyes at the sensation and stilled his hand until the tightness and throbbing in his low abdomen eased. Suddenly, in his mind, he could see his dark wiry hair against her red curls; he could feel his balls pressed against her cleft. Jerking his eyes open he watched as Snape ground his hips against hers in a slow circular pattern. Without realizing it, he had begun moving his own hand in the same motion.

Every time Harry could feel the tension building, Snape would change his position with the woman. First he put her legs up his chest, holding them there as he moved with long slow strokes, watching his cock slide in and out each time. He pushed her legs out to the side and began using his hands along with his cock to explore her. Harry saw her hips start bucking up against Snape as he arched and threw his head back. Suddenly her legs snapped around his waist and she seemed to fly into an upright position, bouncing up and down on his cock. Snape had stopped his own movements and seemed content to hold her tightly as she rode out her obvious orgasm. It was the most beautiful sight Harry could ever imagine, as he pumped furiously into his fist. Just as he was beginning to think the couple had finished without him, Snape laid the woman back on the bed and repositioned himself. Harry stopped and caught his breath…This time her knees were drawn up to her own chest held there by his chest on the back of her thighs, his hands planted beside her head, her heels were drumming against his shoulders as Snape pounded into her with full body strokes, not just gently using his hips this time. Between Snape’s arm and his curtain of hair, Harry was unable to catch a glimpse of her face, even though the couple had moved down on the bed. Harry thought it odd that he would want to see the woman’s face, when Snape never seemed to look up at her. ‘Maybe it’s his Legilimens; he may not want to risk seeing what her thoughts are right now. Who knew? JUST DON’T STOP,’ Harry silently screamed, as he ran his hands over his nipples, across his stomach, and finally tickling across his sac, before resuming his stroking.

Harry got an unusual view of the older man when he lay on his side at a right angle with the woman’s hips. With his feet toward the window, the woman still on her back, Snape guided her right leg between his own legs, and placed her left leg over his waist. Harry watched as Snape reached between her legs and guided his cock inside of her. As he stroked in and out in a slow and apparently gentle rhythm, he seemed to be talking to the woman, still without looking at her. He took hold of her hand and made several attempts to bring it down to where their hips were meeting. Harry watched with rapt attention as Snape eventually guided the woman’s hand into playing between their legs while he kept up his steady rhythm. Harry knew he would not last much longer and wished with all his might that Snape was stay in this position long enough for him to finish.

Harry was still watching as the pair convulsed again. Severus untangled himself and turned to lie beside the woman. Harry could hear his own hoarse and ragged breath as he watched the older man turn the woman onto her side, facing the window, and tug her down to his level on the bed. Snape curled up with her and begin brushing the hair from her face in an almost caring, compassionate manner… Suddenly, Harry wished he hadn’t been watching because he couldn’t believe his eyes… ‘GINNY!!??’ Harry’s climax ripped through him with such force that he doubled over, striking his head on the desk. Hot, milky fluid splattered his chest and chin, as he thrust his fist against the base of his shaft. His entire body began to spasm involuntarily. Not a bucking motion, jerking, each part in a different direction. He could feel his lungs burning as he emptied himself; He decided he was never going to be able to breathe again and this is how The-Boy-Who-Lived was going to die! Just as he accepted his fate, he felt his lungs expand and refreshing air seemed to rush through every cell of his body. He released the deepest sigh he had ever experienced, crawled to his bed, literally dragged himself onto it and passed out. Later he would wonder if it was from the blow to his head or his orgasm.

‘Yes, very bright and worthy; a natural talent, too,’ Severus thought as Ginny drifted in a dream state. ‘Really Harry, with all of the Occlumency lessons, one would think you would at least attempt to shield your thoughts.’ Severus had found himself inundated with Harry’s raw emotions though out the entire encounter. ‘Did you enjoy the show this afternoon? I don’t think this was anything compared to what this charming beauty has in mind for you. Will you be man enough to handle her? Now that you know, will you have your mother’s ability to accept others or will you have his stubborn pride?’

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Back at Hogwarts the final three weeks of summer passed in a blur for Snape. He discovered that Ginny truly did have a dark side, especially in the bedroom. She had a rare and special gift for the art of pain, being able to alternate between pain and pleasure until they were one and the same. She could also give as well as she could take, having on more than one occasion brought Snape to his knees. Sometimes by sheer force, other times with simple pain. More often than not, it was coupled with surprise on Snape’s part. ‘Truly a talent for knowing when to abandon the whip and take up the velvet glove,’ Snape often found himself thinking. He was also thrilled with her vocal expressions. Unlike Harry, she was a natural screamer.

Mornings were spent in “extra curricular” lessons with Ginny. Most of the time Draco would wait in the next room in Snape’s quarters, but there were a few instances when Snape would insist that he remain in the room with them. When ever this occurred, Draco would wait quietly by the bed, pleasuring himself. Snape would arrange their position so that he was looking into Draco’s eyes the entire time.

Naturally, a bond was beginning to form between Ginny and Draco; exactly as Snape had planned. After the morning activities, the trio would then have lunch, together. Potions took up the afternoon, there would be a brief break for tea, and then Defense would take up the early evening. Dinner was the only time the mentor and his apprentices would separate throughout the day. By 8:00 a.m. the next morning, though, the threesome were back in each others company.

Snape had decided that, seeing as how his sanity was on the line, he would combine their training so he did not have to do double duty any longer.