Stealing The Prize

CHAPTER SIX – Snape’s Prize for Meddling


It was nearly two a.m. when Severus Snape had decided he had had enough. One would have thought that if their reunion had gone well, that Lucius would have sent a message to let him know that he could go home. Glancing over at Draco, Snape saw the he was passed out in his chair, his head leaning against the nearest tree trunk. He thought of sending his godson home to get some rest, but recalled that Draco had called him old earlier that evening. In the end he decided to leave the insolent boy right where he was. Without a word Snape turned in the spot he was standing and, with a loud crack, was gone.

In an instant he was standing in the front parlor of his home in Spinner’s End. No lights were on and he didn’t bother to light any candles as he maneuvered his way around the small home. He thought briefly of heading down to the basement where his potions lab was located, but realized the potion he was attempting to make was long since ruined. And he had set a charm to turn the burner off underneath the cauldron if he was gone for a set length off time, so there was no need to even do that.

Entering his bedroom, he again did not light any candles but simply toed off his boots and peeled off his clothes. The man in black preferred to sleep in the nude. As he climbed in to bed he let go a deep sigh at the feel of the cool linen against his skin. He was so tired but oddly he couldn’t sleep. His mind was turning at the thought of what a lucky bastard Lucius was to have a willing witch to warm his bed. This led to thoughts of the last witch to willingly warm his bed. Had it really been that long ago? Thinking of the pretty, well-developed woman caused him to grow hard. Groaning softly, Severus knew he wasn’t going to get any sleep tonight unless he took matters in to his own hand.

Kicking off the blankets, he wrapped a hand around his hardened length and began to stroke. First the strokes were slow and a bit soft, but as images of the naughty minx who was last in his bed filtered through his mind, the strokes became hard and fast. He was on the verge of coming hard when a cool hand wrapped itself around his and a soft voice said, “Let me.”

In one swift move Severus had rolled out of bed, grabbed his wand and shouted the spell to light all the candles in the room. The sight before him shocked him to the core. There, splayed on his bed was none other than his former student, Pansy Parkinson. Dressed in nothing but a tight green corset, matching panties and a pair of black stilettos, Pansy reclined back against the pillows, one leg stretched out in front of her and the other bent at the knee. His rapidly deflating cock was rapidly springing back to life at the site of the nubile young woman in front of him. She had certainly grown into her features, no longer the pug-faced girl from school, she had rather exotic looks and her hair was a mass of shiny dark curls. So caught up was he in his thoughts that he did not notice her get up on her knees at the edge of the mattress before him.

“Professor Snape, I am afraid I’ve been a very naughty girl. I have left my homework in the common room. Whatever will I do?” The husky, lust laced tone of her voice seemed to snap him out of his reverie.

“Parkinson, what the hell are you doing here? Get some clothes on and get out.” He snapped. Of all the pranks students had tried to pull on him over the years, this one beat all. He hadn’t even seen the girl since she graduated; how, in the name of Merlin, did she get in?

“Oh, Professor, I have clothes on, ‘tis you who is naked, and rather deliciously so. Why if the girls at Hogwarts knew exactly what lay under your robes…” Severus growled and reached for his trousers to put them back on

“Miss Parkinson, let us get a few things straight, hmmm? One, I am no longer your professor. Two, it’s indecent that you should be here dressed like, like…well, like that. And three, how did you even get in here?” As he spoke he finished buttoning his trousers and grabbed his cloak to wrap around Pansy, all the while telling himself that it was to preserve her dignity, not because he found her extremely arousing in that get up.

Pansy let him wrap her in his cloak before answering his questions. “No, you are not my professor but I have always had this fantasy about playing school with you,” Severus nearly choked at her words and images of her bent over his desk in a Hogwarts uniform flashed in his mind. Pansy laughed lightly at the expression on his face, it was clear what he was imaging, especially as his pants tented out over his straining erection. “You like me dressed like this, Professor,” she said as she stood up and dropped the cloak he had just put on her. “And Lucius sent me to play. He said I’m to be your prize for meddling where you shouldn’t have.” She lightly ran a fingertip down his chest, resting her hand on the waistband of his pants. Her words penetrated the fog of lust that seemed to have clouded his brain. He pushed her hands away before he spoke again.

“Of all the things he could have done, he sent you. Why?” Severus was truly stumped. If Lucius wanted some sort of revenge for him helping Hermione then why would it be something as trivial as a woman in his bed? Granted said woman used to be a rather whiny, clingy former Slytherin, but that was neither here nor there. Was Lucius getting soft in his old age? Severus would be sure to bring it up the next time they got together for drinks.

“He said to tell you that he wishes for you to have what you deserve.” Pansy went to reach for him again, but this time Severus caught her hands in his before she could touch him.

“Miss Parkinson, I am not a charity case. If and when I want a woman I will get her myself. I do not need Lucius to throw beautiful young ladies my way.” As he spoke Severus walked out of the bedroom pulling her behind him until he stood in front of the fireplace in the family parlor.

“You think I’m beautiful?” Her face held a bit of surprise at the thought.

“Come now, Miss Parkinson, you know you are. It is unbecoming to fish for compliments.” His voice was stern. He released her hand and grabbed a handful of Floo powder.

“What are you doing?” She asked. This certainly was not going the way she imagined. She knew he was attracted to her. Had seen and felt the evidence for herself. If she could just get the uptight Potions Master to give in, she was sure they could enjoy the night together instead of ‘going it’ alone.

“Flooing Draco to come escort you home. It is well past your bedtime, little girl.” Inwardly, he winced at the term ‘little girl’ for this was no girl in front of him but a grown woman, with wants and desires wrapped up in a hot little package. She made him want to divest her of that costume she was wearing and devour her. Who would have thought that pug-faced Parkinson would grow up to be this sexy?

Severus had just dropped the Floo powder in the fireplace and shouted Draco’s name when Pansy launched her self at him.

“I’ll show you little girl!” Pansy leaped at him, knocking him into a nearby chair and she quickly righted them so she was straddling his lap. She let out a gasp at the feel of his hard length pressing against her most sensitive area and immediately began to gently rock her hips in order to feel more of him. He moved his hands to her waist in order to stop her movements, but found that he couldn’t. It felt too good and it had been such a long time since a warm and willing witch was in his bed.

Pansy ran her hands up and his chest, over his shoulders and around his neck to bring his head down to hers in a scorching kiss. She rolled her hips harder and they groaned in mutual desire.

“My eyes!! Shit, I’m scarred for life now!” Draco’s head appeared in the fireplace and at the sound of his voice Pansy and Severus jumped apart. Pansy made to get up but Severus held her tight. She buried her head in the crook of his neck while he glanced at his godson who currently had on hand over his eyes to block his view. “Is it safe to look yet?”

“Really, Draco, one would think you actually matured once you left school. Nevertheless, Pansy needs you to escort her home.” Severus spoke in a calm manner, which belied the rush of arousal and adrenaline pumping through his veins.

Pansy’s head shot up at his words. “But…but…” He shook his head at her. “It won’t happen tonight, witch, so don’t fight me on this,” he whispered in her ear. “Keep in mind, though, I intend to have you. Now go.” The last two words were spoken louder for Draco’s benefit.

His head disappeared from the fireplace and a few seconds later he came through it. “Between you and my father, I fear I’ll never get any rest tonight,” he complained. Pansy climbed off of Severus’ lap and Draco wrapped his cloak about her.

“Ready to go?” Draco asked. She nodded and glanced at Severus. “I…I’m sorry for just um…”

“No apologies, Miss Parkinson. You’ll hear from me soon enough.” With a nod, both Draco and Pansy disappeared through the fireplace. With a flick of his wrist Severus doused the candlelight and headed to his bedroom. Unfortunately, the erection he sported now was much harder than before. Lying down with a sigh, he began to take matters into his own hands once again. This time the images were of moments to come instead of flashbacks to moments that were.

A/N: I am sooooo sorry for the long wait here. And to LadyVoldemort87 - yes this should have been up last night but my computer was being difficult about it. So here it is. This chapter took a most unexpected turn. I think i was the most surprised when Lucius wished Severus what he deserves...

and LadyVoldemort87, i know i said lemons but Severus just wasn't ready to have Pansy just yet.

Please review...i always check and i think there are only one or two chapters left here. Cookies and milk to all who waited patiently for this update!!