A Rock and a Hard Place
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
19
Views:
8,914
Reviews:
96
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
A Taste of What's To Come
Trudy stood in front of the mirror and stared at the stranger she saw there. The woman on the other side of the glass wore a black Hogwarts school robe that flowed loosely from her shoulders to a half-inch above the stone floor, concealing shoes, stockings, garters, and corset. But the face above the robes gave it all away: a pale face with hungry blue eyes, a face surrounded by smooth brown hair with glints the color of cherry cola.
“Ack!” Trudy said. She reached for a handful of hairpins and began twisting her hair up on her head.
“What are you doing?” Snape sounded outraged.
Trudy glanced at him. “I can’t go to class looking like this,” she all but wailed. “Everyone will know what I am to you!” She pushed in the last of the hairpins and looked at the results. Not good enough. She fumbled in her toiletry bag, found her black-rimmed glasses, and pushed them onto her nose.
She chanced another look in the mirror. Better. She still looked—(in heat)—no, needful. But at least her appetites were now concealed behind a repressed hairstyle and the outdated glasses. She now looked small and unimportant. Perfect.
“I’m ready,” she said with a smile.
The Professor stared at her. “How are you feeling?” he said in carefully neutral tones.
Trudy’s smile wavered. She was uncomfortably aware of the way the small spike heels arched her back, how the corset cinched in her waist and plumped up her breasts, how the stockings came up only so high, so maddeningly high, exposing the most swollen, sensitive, wet, soft, unprotected…
She started to say “fine,” but then remembered his warning not to lie to him again. So she blushed and stammered. How to admit such feelings to their object? “I’m—a little—um, I could use... .” He waited patiently, looking down his hooked nose at her with mild interest. She had insisted on washing his hair that morning and had pushed her luck by stating the location of his toothbrush (an observation he had met with a withering glance). Now as he looked down at her, his better grooming somehow made him seem more formidable. Trudy bit her lip.
“Severus,” she whispered.
“Yes?” he said, his voice low.
“I just can’t...can’t say it.”
“Then,” he said, equally quietly, “it can’t be that bad.” Wrong! Trudy thought desperately. “Come here,” he continued.
She came forward slowly, uncertain where this might lead.
“Turn round.”
With greater uneasiness, she slowly pivoted away from him. Her high heels made her feel slightly off-balance and gave her hips an extra sway. She could feel herself creaming just standing in front of him. She closed her eyes and prayed for relief.
“Raise your robes.”
She had feared he might say that. Keeping her legs straight, she bent over, took hold of the hem of her robes, and raised them just over her buttocks. He could see everything from her waist down now, including no doubt, the glisten between her legs. She moved her legs closer together.
“Spread your legs a bit,” he said. “Wider. Yes.” For an eternal few seconds, she heard nothing else, then, “Now spread your cheeks apart.”
Trudy thought she would blush straight down to the cheeks he had mentioned. Spread herself open? For him to see…everything? She could refuse. But her need was great. She reached around and slowly opened herself to his gaze. She was now close to screaming with need.
She felt a long finger be inserted just inside her sheath, and another finger begin rubbing her wet clitoris. With a moan, she pressed back on the finger, and it slid deeply into her, rubbing inside her. The rubbing inside and out was undoing her. She dropped her hands—
“Keep yourself spread open!” he commanded.
At once she spread her buttocks again, presenting the whole of her wet sex to his gaze. She couldn’t help riding his finger, bouncing on it and grunting, until within seconds she was coming again and again, grinding on his hand helplessly, legs spread as wide as possible.
She quivered with his finger still inside her, gasping.
“Severus..!”
“You may drop your robe and your arms.”
“What was that—"
“We’re going to class now. Remember what I told you before.”
She let her robe fall to the floor and turned around. His eyes were flat and wary.
“Yes, I remember.”
He gave her that unreadable look. “Then we’ll go.”
They set off, her sex now throbbing even more insistently than it had just seconds before.
*
“Ack!” Trudy said. She reached for a handful of hairpins and began twisting her hair up on her head.
“What are you doing?” Snape sounded outraged.
Trudy glanced at him. “I can’t go to class looking like this,” she all but wailed. “Everyone will know what I am to you!” She pushed in the last of the hairpins and looked at the results. Not good enough. She fumbled in her toiletry bag, found her black-rimmed glasses, and pushed them onto her nose.
She chanced another look in the mirror. Better. She still looked—(in heat)—no, needful. But at least her appetites were now concealed behind a repressed hairstyle and the outdated glasses. She now looked small and unimportant. Perfect.
“I’m ready,” she said with a smile.
The Professor stared at her. “How are you feeling?” he said in carefully neutral tones.
Trudy’s smile wavered. She was uncomfortably aware of the way the small spike heels arched her back, how the corset cinched in her waist and plumped up her breasts, how the stockings came up only so high, so maddeningly high, exposing the most swollen, sensitive, wet, soft, unprotected…
She started to say “fine,” but then remembered his warning not to lie to him again. So she blushed and stammered. How to admit such feelings to their object? “I’m—a little—um, I could use... .” He waited patiently, looking down his hooked nose at her with mild interest. She had insisted on washing his hair that morning and had pushed her luck by stating the location of his toothbrush (an observation he had met with a withering glance). Now as he looked down at her, his better grooming somehow made him seem more formidable. Trudy bit her lip.
“Severus,” she whispered.
“Yes?” he said, his voice low.
“I just can’t...can’t say it.”
“Then,” he said, equally quietly, “it can’t be that bad.” Wrong! Trudy thought desperately. “Come here,” he continued.
She came forward slowly, uncertain where this might lead.
“Turn round.”
With greater uneasiness, she slowly pivoted away from him. Her high heels made her feel slightly off-balance and gave her hips an extra sway. She could feel herself creaming just standing in front of him. She closed her eyes and prayed for relief.
“Raise your robes.”
She had feared he might say that. Keeping her legs straight, she bent over, took hold of the hem of her robes, and raised them just over her buttocks. He could see everything from her waist down now, including no doubt, the glisten between her legs. She moved her legs closer together.
“Spread your legs a bit,” he said. “Wider. Yes.” For an eternal few seconds, she heard nothing else, then, “Now spread your cheeks apart.”
Trudy thought she would blush straight down to the cheeks he had mentioned. Spread herself open? For him to see…everything? She could refuse. But her need was great. She reached around and slowly opened herself to his gaze. She was now close to screaming with need.
She felt a long finger be inserted just inside her sheath, and another finger begin rubbing her wet clitoris. With a moan, she pressed back on the finger, and it slid deeply into her, rubbing inside her. The rubbing inside and out was undoing her. She dropped her hands—
“Keep yourself spread open!” he commanded.
At once she spread her buttocks again, presenting the whole of her wet sex to his gaze. She couldn’t help riding his finger, bouncing on it and grunting, until within seconds she was coming again and again, grinding on his hand helplessly, legs spread as wide as possible.
She quivered with his finger still inside her, gasping.
“Severus..!”
“You may drop your robe and your arms.”
“What was that—"
“We’re going to class now. Remember what I told you before.”
She let her robe fall to the floor and turned around. His eyes were flat and wary.
“Yes, I remember.”
He gave her that unreadable look. “Then we’ll go.”
They set off, her sex now throbbing even more insistently than it had just seconds before.
*