Unexpected Desire

Chapter 6: Good advice is something a man gives when he is too old to set a bad example.

Severus stalked into his quarters and peered around his living room. He had found books scattered about the sofa, Constance’s usual studying spot, but no Constance to be seen. Her absence made him rather irritated; he planned on starting her training today.

He decided he would wait for her as he plopped down at the sill of his charmed window. He put in a window to bring in a little light into the room, occasionally giving him something interesting to do. Of course, the dungeons are underground, so the view is borrowed from another window. It overlooks the edge of the Forbidden Forest with mountains in the distance. The sky flooded with pink, purple, grey, and orange. He breathed in deeply and exhaled taking in the splendor of the landscape. Sometimes all Severus needed was a little beauty in his life in order to unwind. He thought of Constance as let his mind wander. The girl was certainly beautiful, but she definitely made his life much more stressed than it should be. And annoying. He glanced further down the landscape after seeing movement within his peripheral vision. Speak of the Devil… Was that – Was that Constance?

And an overgrown spider? Chasing after her?

Severus scoffed, “Stupid girl.” Despite the peril she currently put herself in; Severus didn’t find himself running off after her. He warned her about the Forbidden Forest, she will just have to learn her lesson. He was certain that spider wouldn’t be able to do her harm. Over the years, Hagrid, the Care for Magical Creatures Professor, had made a pact with Aragog; his spiders would not attack humans, unless the humans attacked first. This huge spider must be pursuing Constance for fun or she seriously thought she could take it on herself.

He watched in amusement as she ran out of his view. Too bad he couldn’t hear her; he was sure she let loose of every curse word she knew. Probably made up a few as well. Snape let out a low laugh as he saw the huge arachnid scurry back to the edges of the Forbidden Forest as Hagrid, followed by Constance, shooed the thing away. He snorted as Hagrid patted her back causing her to trip and fall. He sighed as the two were out of view again. Certain that Constance was on her way back; Snape picked up a book and sat down in his armchair, awaiting her arrival.

Constance thanked God when she ran into Hagrid; who knew the half-giant was a friend of the arachnids? She, obviously, didn’t. Feeling nauseous, after having the shit scared out of her and having to high-tail it back to the castle, she smiled and wondered what Severus would think of her little escapade. Oh shit! They were supposed to start training today. She picked up the pace as she jogged down the corridors to get to the dungeons.

Reaching the dungeons, she opened the door to see Severus sitting in his armchair, enjoying a little bit of literature. Little Women? She always came in finding him reading the weirdest things, well… weird for him to read.

“Ah, Miss Roderick, thank you so much for attending our training session,” Snape looked up at her from his book before snapping it close and setting it down. He took in her figure and revealing attire. He could barely see her outfit since she was three inches tall from his view. “Just what exactly are you wearing?”

“What you bought me,” Constance retorted, looking down her body. “Some work-out clothing. What’s wrong with it?”

He looked her up and down again. She had a long figure, lean and tone; she must have run quite a bit. Her black “sports bra” as she calls it, does little to hide the delicate curve of her breasts as it reaches her abdomen, flat and taut. Her pants, fortunately, covered the lower half of her body, except unfortunately, like her sports bra, did little in hiding the slender curves of her thighs and firm ass – he cleared his throat… and his mind.

“First of all, you cannot run about the school half-naked.”

“You don’t really expect me to jog in 20 pounds of robes, do you? And ‘half-naked’? Come on, Severus.”

“You could at least put a shirt on,” raising a hand to her protests, “Whatever you used to do no longer apply when you reside here at Hogwarts; take into consideration of the feelings of other people around you, especially the students.”

She didn’t like the idea of him telling her how to dress, but she forgot the usually cool climate of the country she was in, thus causing her a slight nipping problem. She crossed her arms, it would be best to wear a bit more clothing until spring. “Second of all, it is forbidden to go into the Forbidden Forest, hence the name.”

“How did you –”

“I saw you, from my charmed window. Even though it appeared to be quite amusing from where I was sitting, you must have been scared out of your wits.” His voice lacked emotion at his attempt of showing his concern.

“Oh no, no I was having a jolly good time. Eddy, as Hagrid called him, the Eight Legs just wanted to show how much he appreciated my presence,” Constance snorted narrowing her eyes at Severus as he chuckled.

“Well I hope I can expect no more explorations of the Forbidden Forest from you. I think one run in with a magical creature will be enough for you.”

“That’s one thing I agree on with you.”

“Indeed. But now, I believe it is time for your training. Let’s see what you’re made of, as the muggles would say.”

“Bring it,” shrugging her shoulders.

To start, Severus pulled out his wand and pointed it mere inches away from her face. She slapped his hand away.

“Have you forgotten that you can’t cast magic on me? Senile setting in already, old man?” Constance joked.

Severus forced a light chuckle at her pun. Waiting for her to giggle to herself, he softly whispered, “Expelliarmus.”

“Oh shit,” were the last words that were able to escape Constance’s mouth as she felt a force tug at her body causing her to collide with the door, landing with a sick thud to the floor. She looked up at him in wonder, taking deep breathes as a means to obtain the air that was knocked out of her.

“I’ve not forgotten you have Null Magic, Constance, but I’ve also not forgotten that you can choose who and when can cast magic; you trust me. This will for sure come in handy, for your sake, but you must always, no matter how hard I stress this; you must ALWAYS be on your guard. All it takes is one slip-up, one curse, to end your life. Let’s begin.”

She narrowed her gaze and gritted her teeth. She knew he was right, but she was going to get him back for that for sure. Constance thought of ways to disarm him, but growled as soon as her body started to ache and sting. She picked herself up from the floor and shot her arms up in the air as she stretched her body, trying to give herself just enough time to think of something. Severus couldn’t help but look down at her chest as it heaved up and down, casually letting his gaze wander down to her exposed stomach, as it tightened then relaxed. He wondered how her skin tasted.

After Constance let out a squeal of approval of her stretching, she rested her eyes on the Professor, who had his eyes on her chest. Apparently, all she needed was this outfit to make a distraction. A smug smile formed on her face.

Severus could not help himself, could not peel his eyes from her body. He was a man; could you blame him for observing such a fine specimen of the opposite sex? His wand hand wavered slightly, his second mistake. Constance took that slight tremble in his arm as her cue to pounce. With a slight running start, she leapt into the air and kicked the Potions Master squarely in the chest. Before he could respond, she flipped him over, straddling his back, she grabbed both of his wrists and wringed them painfully around to the center of his back.

Severus groaned into the rug of his living room. He was not expecting her to attack (it all happened so fast) and could not help but feel a little embarrassed; obviously, she caught him staring at her breasts. Ugh. He hissed at the awkward placement of his hands. His left arm was held securely down close to the small of his back, while his right was pulled over his head so far that his right hand met his left; he wondered if she popped out his shoulder, he doubt he was this flexible. She was unusually strong, feeling his manliness get taken down a notch.

“Say it! Say ‘Uncle’,” Constance breathed into his left air, which tickled him causing him to shudder.

“Why the devil would I say ‘Uncle’? Now, let me go,” he demanded fiercely.

“Hmm… How about ‘Mercy’?”

“Are you daft, woman?! Unhand me!” Severus began to jerk beneath Constance, pausing between jolts of pain in his shoulders.

“Not until you say it.” Constance hissed inching closer to his ear. She couldn’t believe she was deriving so much pleasure from the man writhing below her helplessly. She grinned widely at the fact that she had him so expertly pinned down, tightening her grip around his waist. Severus was strong and very trim. She was wondering why wasn’t he trying to throw her off of him. Ah, he was in pain. She was tempted to playfully bite his ear, it looked so enticing to her at that moment.

“Constance, I did not ask you nicely to release me,” the Potions Master’s voice in a low almost husky whisper, “I demanded it. And as far as I am concerned, you are supposed to follow my demands.”

“True, I am your guardian – But I sense hesitation..." She pressed her body even closer, if that were possible, to his, "in your demand. You must be in pain, but you’re enjoying this, almost as much as I am.” He has a very firm back, she innocently tries to feel more. She hasn’t felt close contact like this in ages. She couldn't help her body's actions.

He groaned louder as she pressed her person into his back, over his arms and hands. He groaned again inwardly due to the little minx’s instincts. How could he forget? Guardians do not necessarily have to follow their master’s order if they did not mean it wholly. Despite the minor pain being inflicted upon him, he surprisingly enjoyed the way she was treating him, trying to dominate him. It has been years, many years, since a witch had willingly held him, except not quite in the same manner.

However, she was right, he was old, he wouldn’t be able to stand the ache much longer and reluctantly began to imagine the warm, willing body pressed firmly into his back belonged to that of Professor Trelawney. He held back the urge to vomit.

“RELEASE ME AT ONCE –”

Constance leapt from his body and smirked; he must have thought of something real nasty.

Constance beamed at him as Severus rose to his feet, straightening his robes, clearing his throat, “You are an unusually strong girl and successfully pinned me down, however not all wizards will be caught off guard as I…” He avoided her eyes, “I apologize for that. I assure you that will not happen again.” Constance smiled smugly in response. “At least I know what I am dealing with… Rather, what you are capable of doing, and it is far, very far, from what I expect of you. That’s enough for today. We will be training again in the Room of Requirement tomorrow. I’ll see you at dinner. And dress appropriately.” He turned around and with a billow of his robes, he was gone.

Bloody girl is completely irritating, Severus thought, to think she had the gall to use her… herself upon me. If she had gone any further… He stopped to take house points from a Hufflepuff for smacking her gum too loudly. She would’ve made a fine Slytherin if she attended Hogwarts. What am I saying; I have to live with the insufferable thing. If the war doesn’t kill me, she certainly will.

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“Albus, this is not working.” Severus drawled as he made his way into the Headmaster’s office.

“Oh, Severus. Lemon drop? No? What’s not working my dear boy?” Albus replied, motioning for Severus to continue.

“Constance and her training. The students have grown accustomed to her in classes and they seem to actually enjoy them. Her studies are going along well, seeing how she takes them seriously, but not with her training.” He sighed as he began to pace the room. “It’s been a month and I still have not seen progress. I don’t know what to do with the little brat.” Albus smiled softly at him.

“What exactly happens during training Severus?”

“She will not carry out my orders.”

“Of?”

“To attack me.”

“And why is that you think, Severus?”

He stopped pacing, to look at the Headmaster, “Because she will not follow an order that I do not believe in fully.”

“Then the problem is obviously you.”

“But when she does follow an order, she does a half-ass job!” Severus spat out, trying to spread the blame.

Albus smoothed his beard looking thoughtfully at Severus, “You’re afraid of hurting her, she’s afraid of hurting you. Simple enough. It’s obvious that she has obtained the aspects of a Guardian, which explains her intuitiveness and her wish not to hurt you, since she is very strong.” Albus’ eyes twinkled at Severus. “To simplify this problem, you need someone else to train with her, while you supervise. There will be no progress between a man who is underestimating a young lady and a guardian who does not wish to harm her master.”

“Then who, might I ask, be her trainer?” Severus huffed out.

“Harry, of course.”

“Potter?” Severus hissed. He balled his hands into fists at the thought of The Boy Who Lived throwing hexes at his Constance. Dammit, his? “But, we do not train with spells, sir. It is close-contact combat.” His knuckles turned white while imagining Potter pinned underneath Constance.

“Yes. His time with Voldemort is coming soon and I am not suggesting that he be trained with Constance alone. She needs to practice when there are numerous spells being thrown at her, use of weapons, and hand-to-hand combat. Harry will need help defending himself from Dark Magic, as well as training in close-quarter fighting. Constance, I believe, does not need as much help as Harry. The two will benefit greatly from this; Harry will be prepared as much as he can be and Constance will know the magnitude of her power.”

“But I will be forced to tell Potter of Constance’s power and her pact to me. Albus, if any word gets to the Dark Lord and that I have kept it secret from him…”

“I know, he will call you to him and try to kill you. Severus, you do not have to tell him the whole story of how Constance got here, just how important she is. In fact, I will tell him personally. He might take it better coming from me.”

“Un-bloody-likely, he tells his little friends everything,” Severus scoffed.

“Good idea! You shall train them as well!” Albus smiled widely.

“You, sir, are a madman if you think that I am going to train that insufferable trio.” Severus’ right eye twitched.

“Then call me Mad, Severus. I would love for you to train them, since Harry tells them everything. And they do everything together, it’s only right that Hermione and Ronald be prepared as well.”

“As you wish, Headmaster,” whispered, trying to mask his anger and the urge to wrap Albus’ beard around his neck. “Is there anything else you wish to ask of me?”

“Now that you remind me,” Severus gritted his teeth, does it ever stop? “I would like you to bring Constance to the next Order meeting. I had to pull a lot of strings in order to keep Constance here without involving the Ministry. I had to falsify information, Severus. Even for me, that is a risky step to take. I think I can at least let the other members of the Order meet the girl. Must we decline them that privilege?”

“No, sir,” Severus sighed. “If I may ask sir, did you ever find out about her brothers?”

“I have, but unfortunately it appears that Constance was the only one born with magic. I will keep an eye on her family, in case they choose to have another child.”

“I see,” Severus curtly nodded. “When is the next Order meeting?”

“This Saturday, one week before the Halloween Dance. And when shall the ‘trio’ begin their training with Madam Roderick?”

“I would prefer that we start after the Dance, sir,” Severus made his way to the door. “I believe that our meeting is done and will leave you now, good evening.”

“Good evening, Severus. And remember, looks can be deceiving.”

For once, Severus decided to take this little bit of advice to heart.

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Well, this took a while for me. :)
I hope it's interesting enough for ya. :/
Again, reviews and helpful hints welcome. I actually like this storyline and would love to make it the best I can.
chapter title said by Francois de La Rochefoucauld (rofl it's true)