MUGGLE MAGIC

Author’s Note:
I’m so glad you all are enjoying Cassidy’s escapades in Hogwarts; like I mentioned before, she is very head-strong and independent, your typical modern day female, so it with this warning I give you chapter 6. This chapter is quite controversial for many people because of what takes place. Again, I reiterate, this fic is set in an alternate universe, therefore, NOT EVERYTHING is 100% canon! This includes canon character behavior.

For anyone not yet realizing it, Cassidy is Severus’ match, in every way, even for a Muggle! Just incase anyone missed it, this fic is set circa COS, sans basilisk and everything associated and revolving that particular plot. These are just my fantasies and imaginations pushing the limits (as usual.) So, please, keep an open mind and an open heart as you proceed. It’s my first try at fic writing so, please be gentle, read, review and recommend to your friends. Again, thank you for your support.

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CHAPTER 6



Too paralyzed to move, I stayed there facing the door. I didn’t hear him come up behind me, but I did feel the heat of him permeate me. He was so close now that I was almost against him and I shivered in anticipation.

“Why were you out with Lucius Malfoy?” he asked softly, his lips tantalizingly close to my ear, his voice a low rumble.

I struggled to lie but the words I wanted to say refused to fall from my lips. “I wanted to find out about Draco.”

“Why?”

“Because he’s a supercilious, stuck-up brat.”

But this was not what he was after, but it must have been enough, for he changed the subject.

“Do you like him?” he asked mellifluously.

“Who?”

“Lucius.”

“No. He’s evil.”

“And I’m not?” he prodded.

“No.”

He changed position now and whispered menacingly in my other ear, “Oh, but I am. You were flirting with him." he continued. "Why?”

I fought, trying to take control of my tongue, but it was useless. “To make you jealous,” I muttered miserably.

He propped his arms against the door on either side of my body, trapping me in place.

“Why did you want to make me jealous?” His breath caressed my cheek and I felt my chest tighten.

“To get back at you for hurting me that morning,” I whispered.

Time stretched before he began again, “Did you let him touch you intimately?”

Maybe I got him more jealous than I anticipated! Was that a trace of resentment in his voice?

“No.”

“Kiss you?”

Gods! I groaned to myself. When I met up with Lucius Malfoy at the Leaky Cauldron, he quite politely kissed my hand before we went in to dinner. I used that kiss to taunt Severus; he didn’t know it was a gentlemanly kiss on the hand! And now it was possible he was going to find out! I struggled again, and then sighed, defeated.

“Yes.”

“Did you like it?”

“It was okay.” At least I can say that truthfully.

This surprised him. I could tell by the way he froze the moment it came out of my mouth. At least I had one small victory.

He tried again, “Was it better than mine?”

“No,” I groaned, my victory suddenly lost. Damnit! I don’t want him to have the upper hand here.

He was feeling smug again. His hands left the door and closed around me, pulling me fully against him. Sighing with pleasure I boldly reached back to caress his hips and thighs. Completely in control now, he snaked a hand into my sweater and cupped my breast. I gasped in delight and turned my face into his neck.

His breath was hot against my temples. “Whose kiss was more satisfying?”

“Yours,” I whispered.

His fingers circled my aching nipple. “Whose was more stimulating?”

“Yours,” I moaned and he rewarded me with a gentle squeeze.

“And whose do you prefer?”

“Yours,” I gasped.

He leaned in to ensnare my mouth in a sensual, soul-searing kiss, his tongue stroking erotically against mine. His teeth captured and bit into my lips as he sucked the fullness of them and I melted for the second time that evening. He slowly pulled away, but continued to graze his lips against mine before he asked, his whispered words filling my mouth, “Tell me, did you cry out as you peaked?”

My eyes opened and I gazed into his own, so very close to mine, consuming me even as his mouth had just done. I was held captive by the fathomless wonder of it. I couldn’t speak, but nodded in assent.

“And for whom did you cry out?” His voice had seduced me completely.

“Only you Severus,” was all I could manage and I was lost.


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Looking back over the past several hours, I was left with only one thought. Cassidy you are an idiot, I muttered for the umpteenth time at my reflection in the mirror as I walked passed it. There I was, completely lost in the man, ready and willing to submit my all to him and he hastily deposits me at my door and retreats to his own rooms.

“Of course he left you hanging there,” I said aloud to myself. “This is all just a game to him. You told him that Lucius’ kiss was more satisfying than his and he had to find out for himself by using Veritaserum. Embarrassing you in the process was just a bonus.” The score was now in his favor two to one, and I hated losing. I did not start it, I did not make the rules but damn it, if he wanted to play dirty, then so be it.

I was so horrified when Harry and Ron visited me the next day, a bag of Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans in hand. They were worried I was ‘still sick’. I quickly assured them that I was well and accepted their offering before sending them on their way, too embarrassed to say more. I also received inquiries from various members of staff, including Madam Pomfrey, who demanded that I stop by the hospital wing for a check up.

My only consolation was Professor Dumbledore, who hadn’t noticed a thing. Or had he? When he stopped by, he only asked if I was feeling better and then helped himself to the bag of beans Harry and Ron had given me. I felt like I was in need of therapy, but my best avenue for therapy was not working here, even with the batteries. So, with the hope of getting some relief, I asked Dumbledore to detoxify my room of all present magic. And though he had never done such a thing before (so he said) he tried and it worked. Thank heaven for small miracles.

“Ohh!” I grunted in frustration as I slapped on the whitewash on the musty gray stonewall of my bedroom. Feeling the need to expend some of my pent-up energy, I finally found some release by decorating. It had only been three hours since I had started painting and I had already completed the continuous stone wall of my bathroom that also ran into my bedroom.

As I was cleaning up, Hermione stopped by to tell me about a meeting of the dueling club that I might want to observe. She also mentioned that Lockhart and Snape usually had a go at each other at the duels. Interesting. The prospect of seeing Severus Snape on his back proved too appealing to miss. Quickly, I finished up, showered, dressed in casuals, and I was off.

Entering the room, I was met the sight of both men atop a long table with various students from all of the houses surrounding them. Professor Lockhart was in the middle of a speech as I sidled around the crowd to stand at Hermione’s side.

“What’s going on?” I inquired softly so as not to disturb.

“He’s just finished talking about various scenarios of attack and the defenses which each requires,” Hermione whispered out of the corner of her mouth.

I studied Professor Lockhart for a moment before my eyes were irresistibly drawn to Professor Snape down at the other end of the table. I flushed the instant my eyes connected with his. He had apparently noticed my entrance and was waiting for me to acknowledge him. And, fool that I am, I blushed like a schoolgirl under his gaze.

Professor Lockhart was asking if there were any questions and before I knew what was happening, my hand shot into the air.

“And we have our Student Counselor here with a question. Yes, Miss Melrose?”

I launched right in, “I’ve been thinking, what happens in the event that you don’t have your wand? What do you do?”

“An excellent question Miss Melrose. I must say that there are spells that can be cast without a wand however only the most proficient of witches and wizards can accomplish them. Isn’t that so Professor Snape?” Severus did not speak, but inclined his head in agreement.

“So generally, without the wand, a witch or wizard is rendered helpless?” I asked.

“What can one do in such a case professor Lockhart?” Padma Patil piped in dreamily.

For a few moments Gilderoy seemed stumped and Severus was not offering any information. I had an idea.

“If I may Professor, I have a theory I’d like to try.” Not waiting for his reply I ascended the table and stood at the middle.

Gilderoy only laughed, “Now Miss Melrose surely not! This is very dangerous.

“I understand fully, Professor Lockhart.”

“And you sure you want to do this?”

“I think so, yes. Now promise me that you will not hold back because I am a woman and you consider me unarmed.”

I turned to Snape first and gave a bow, which he returned rather mockingly before he stepped down. I then turned to Professor Lockhart. After the formalities, the count began. He had just gotten to three when, “Oh, Professor!” I said quickly looking at him with shock.

“W…what is it?” He looked around.

I rushed up to him, “Quick!” I called out. “Get Colin Creevey and his camera.”

Gilderoy started to drop his stance. “No!” I shouted. “Stay right there! You look spectacular! Oh my, your hair looks like golden wheat with the light catching it just so.” My voice was awe struck.

As Gilderoy beamed pridefully, and I snatched the wand out of his hand and pointed it at his forehead.

Grinning wickedly I announced, “I believe, Professor, I have successfully disarmed you.”

Though Gilderoy was shocked and embarrassed, he quickly recovered and remarked, “That was a good trick.”

We bowed at each other again and I turned to my next opponent who was making his way lazily back upon the table. This one would not be easy. It was obvious that Severus Snape would not fall for vain remarks the way Gilderoy did. And if I knew Snape, he would try to embarrass me, which meant I had to embarrass him first.

I walked up to him till we stood just about five feet from each other. Laughing, I said, “Professor, I hope you don’t mind if I am at close range. That way your spell will hit instantaneously, and everything will be over quickly.”

He made no reply, only looked daggers at me, willing to give nothing away. Perfect.

Oh, he was perfect. At the moment, most of his walls were down and his aura radiated magnificently. He oozed power, authority, confidence and just a hint of wariness and fear, not for himself but for me. I smiled at that. It almost made me change my mind about what I was going to do. Not!

We bowed and he took stance, as did I. As Lockhart counted it down, every microsecond seemed to stretch. My eyes were trained on his, and at the count of three, I focused on his right hand, in which held his wand and was, at the moment, moving to strike. With all my energy and training, I jumped into a spinning kick.

My aim was to knock the wand right out of his hand, but, before I knew it, I was overcome by a flash of red and thrown a few feet away. The fall knocked the wind right out of me but the spell drained me of strength and I quickly felt the void of unconsciousness closing in.

Damn! Not good Cass, not good. Somewhere in the back of my head I heard the dull roar of concerned students and muted echoing of boots on the table moving closer and closer. Gods what now? By the sound of it, the boots stopped just before me. Is he going to finish me off?

But the soft baritone only muttered, “Ennervate.”

Immediately, I felt myself snapping out of the stupor. My strength was returning as my body was released from the spell. Still feeling slightly weak and exhausted I rolled over onto my back and looked up into the smirking face of the Potions Master. Around the table near us were cheering Slytherins, all of whom were clearly delighted over the victory their head of house had just copped. Well, he’s obviously happy now, isn’t he? I couldn’t help but remark to myself. Blinking to clear my foggy head, I looked again to Snape in the hope that he would offer me a hand to get up, but the bastard just kept right on sneering. He was, without a doubt, rubbing it in.

My state of confusion was rapidly being replaced with anger and resentment. Time to wipe that annoying sneer off his face once and for all! Pooling all of my strength in my legs, I kicked out. My left leg connected soundly with his shins, resulting in my stunned opponent being brought to the ground, his face smashing to the floor. Fortunately, I had the pleasure of witnessing the utter shock upon that beautiful face as it passed by.

Suddenly the emotional tide turned, and it was the Slytherins who now stood silent and aghast, while the rest of the room erupted in cheers and jubilation. And with the swiftness and dexterity borne of years in training, I grabbed up his right hand and, while straddling his waist, wrenched it behind his back.

I leaned closer to his ear and whispered softly, “Do you yield, Professor?”

He said nothing.

I wrenched his arm harder and he groaned in pain. “Do you yield?” I asked again, though careful that no one can hear.

He responded with a barely audible grunt. Of course, I realized that he would never verbally admit defeat.

I got off of his back and stood, to which the students broke out in a fresh round of applause, Lockhart included. I took a quick bow and stretched my hand out to help the incensed and annoyed Professor Snape. He only looked at it and flatly refused. Standing on his own, he also received a round of applause for being a good sport. He was beyond furious. Well, time to make my amends, I turned again to the students,

“I want to thank Professors Lockhart and Snape for allowing me the opportunity to try out my theory. I also want to add that I am sure that they made the allowance just for me and that under other circumstances they would be well capable of handling such a situation.” I acknowledged them both before I left the table.

Back on the floor, I was met by a gaggle of girls, all of whom began congratulating me on a job well done. I looked back at Snape one last time and saw him surrounded by the Slytherins in attendance, his eyes on me. He was livid to say the least; but also embarrassed by what I did to him in the presence of his students. I immediately wanted to run to him and comfort him but I didn’t; he had to understand that I am not totally helpless, even for a Muggle.

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The quiet journey back to my rooms went kaput the moment I closed the door behind me.

“Waaaaahooooo!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, dancing all the way to my bedroom. This called for some celebratory music. Ah, at last my CD player was working. This was just what I needed.

Popping in a disc, I began to dance about my bedroom with abandon, pausing only for a second to select a chocolate almond kiss from the dish at my bed and pop it into my mouth with relish. Oh my god, the look on his face was priceless. He never expected me to best him, not like that. Oh but I did hurt his arm with that wrenching, but he so deserved it for using that stimulant and the Veritaserum on me the way he did. That’ll each him a lesson. Never underestimate the magic of a Muggle.


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Just barely escaping the humiliation meted out by that impertinent Muggle, I immediately rushed to my private quarters as soon as the Duel session with the students ended. Ignoring the ripping pain that radiated from my shins, “Wench of a Muggle almost tore my arm off too,” I couldn’t help but mutter while favoring said arm, although, the 250 points I deducted from those incompetent Gryffindor’s, did somewhat soothe having them witness, my literal downfall. Pushing the door in and flinging it shut, I limped towards the decanter of whisky resting upon the desk in the sitting room.

Ripping the stopper off, I took several long gulps and gasped aloud at the sting that cut at my throat. I had stood there while she made a fool out of me in front of my students - too shocked at the way she brought me down to do much else. God, she was magnificent. “Cursed Muggle,” I muttered again, wondering where that last thought had come from. Standing there, poised to attack, she felt no fear even though I felt it for her. I had planned to slightly stun her. She would have fallen just a few feet away, gotten up, and rubbed that delectable ass of hers gingerly. I scoffed at that as I swallowed more of the whisky.

I had her down. I never expected her to kick out like that; not a Muggle, not so soon after coming out of the stunner I delivered. Cheeky Muggle. Pointing my wand at my sore shoulder I mumbled a healing spell and within five seconds, I breathed a sigh of relief as the aching subsided to blissful numbness. I couldn’t go to Poppy with this; she would have laughed her socks off.

A little rest till dinner will be fine, I decided as I made my way into the bedroom. I had only just entered when a sudden movement caught me by surprise. Spinning to face the intruder, wand at the ready, I was shocked to see Cassidy, only she was in her rooms and she was dancing. Cautiously I approached her until I unceremoniously bumped into the wall. It was invisible.

She was turning now; she would surely see me. In fact she looked directly my way but apparently had not noticed me there. Studying her now, while she was having her little party, she flung off her boots and proceeded to take off her jacket. I froze with realization. I could see her but she could not see me. Interesting. She must have stumbled upon the broom closet. Filch usually kept buckets of paint there and from the look of it she chose an ‘invisi-paint,’ only it’s not invisible on her side because she obviously had the magical properties of the room removed. I grinned wickedly. Very interesting indeed.

Oh but what’s this now, was she singing? I pointed the wand at the invisible wall and uttered a spell that enabled me to hear all that was taking place in her room. Immediately, I was flooded with the sound of the Muggle music she was singing and dancing to. As I studied her figure, my lips curled into an appreciative smile; there was no help for it. Her burgundy armless top tightly hugged her full breasts and clung to her flat stomach. Her trousers were form-fitting and molded her hips and long legs.

Just when I was enjoying the sight, another song came on. Cassidy squealed and made a dash for the shower. Following her, I was quite pleased that I could clearly see in there as well.

A hand snuck in from behind the shower curtain and turned on the shower. Jets of water sprung forth and soon the stall was misted with the heat of the gushing water. Feeling a little impatient now, I heard her singing, her voice thin, whispery and seductive:

You make me feel like a sticky pistil
leaning into her stamen.
You make me feel like Mr. Sunshine himself.
You make me feel like splendor in the grass where we're rolling
Damn skippy baby
You make me feel like the Amazon's running between my thighs.

Suddenly, I could see her quite clearly as she stepped into the stall. She was in her bra and panties, black lacey ones, and she was dancing, slowly, provocatively as the jets of water coursed over her body. She continued:


You make me feel like a candy apple red and horny
You make me feel like I want to be dumb blonde
In a centerfold, the girl next door.
And I would open the door and I'd be all wet
With my tits soaking through this tiny little t-shirt
That I'm wearing and you would open the door
And tie me up to the bed.

Lyrics taken from “Feeling Love” by Paula Cole

My mouth went as dry as she was wet. I was mesmerized by the rivulets of water rushing between her full breasts, down her flat stomach and even lower to curl down between her legs. Her hands were touching and skimming all over her body while she did her dance of seduction and, indeed, I was seduced. In fact I didn’t know which seduced me more-- her voice, those lyrics, her dance or the sight of her wet – in the shower – in her very sexy black underwear.

I turned away, No! No! No! I have to be angry with her… I have to plot my next move; I have to have my revenge. But, the sounds of her voice, the image of her as she was, burned into my mind and though I wanted to make her pay, I couldn’t help glancing back. I was afraid to blink, lest the vision vanish. All I could think about was touching her. From my previous experience I knew the silkiness of her skin, now I yearned to savor the feel of her body under my hands.

She was finished now and she exited the shower. I turned and quickly made my way to my own bathroom. Forget the rest. An icy cold shower is what I need at the moment.