In The Dungeon Deep And Dark

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In the Dungeon Deep and Dark- chapter 7







Georgia and Severus continued their torrid affair, meeting as often as they could. They took great care not to get caught, but the risks they took became greater and the thrills they got from making love just before a class was due to begin were amazing. Having admitted the depth of their feelings for one another hadn’t detracted from the passionate side of their relationship, in fact it fuelled it. Severus was not therefore surprised to find a note in her handwriting one afternoon in March.



‘Dear S,

I need to speak to you in private, it’s important. Please let me know.

G.’



He wondered what could be so important and worried briefly that she might want to call an end to their relationship. She had after all been seen out with that Finch-Fletchley boy an awful lot lately and they seemed to be quite friendly. He shook the jealous thoughts from his head and penned a reply to her brief missive.





When Georgia returned to her dorm room she found a small sealed parchment on her pillow. She looked curiously over to Hannah Abbott who was sat on her bed doing Herbology homework.



“You’ve got some mail there Georgie, I was just about to come looking for you.” She said. Georgia gave her a suspicious look. “Don’t worry, I didn’t read it! It’s charmed so only you can open it anyway; damn thing burned me when I tried to pick it up to find you.”



“Sorry about that Hannah, thanks anyway.” Georgia replied. She sat on her bed and drew the curtains around her bed, leaving only a chink of light to read by and broke the seal.



‘Dearest Georgia,

Meet me in the library at midnight; near the Restricted Section. Use a Disillusionment Charm to avoid detection.

-S.’



She set her alarm to go off at 11:30 and got ready for bed. She had an enchanted alarm clock; a present from Susan who had decided one year that they had all had enough of her Muggle alarm. When set with a tap of her wand, it would only wake the owner, allowing everyone else to sleep in.



Georgia was just in the middle of a lovely dream, (she and Severus were making love in a meadow of wild flowers when she was awoken by a tinny tinkling chime. Blearily rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she remembered why she had set the alarm and quickly grabbed her wand and her dressing gown. Tying the belt on the fluffy white robe, she tapped herself on the head with her wand and felt the strange sensation of an egg being cracked on her head and a cold runny substance pouring over her as the enchantment took effect.





Padding barefoot through the castle in the cold of early spring wasn’t exactly comfortable, but it ensured her footsteps were silent. That and she knew Snape would royally take the piss if he saw her fluffy bunny slippers! Fortunately managing to avoid Filch and Mrs Norris, she got into the library with only moments to spare. Snape was there; sat on a table with his long legs stretched out in front of him, irritably picking at imaginary pieces of lint on his robes while waiting for her. She thought he looked mesmerising illuminated by the single lamp; his pale skin a striking contrast to his black hair and robes in the darkness. He seemed in that moment quite as vampiric as the younger students believed, but breathtakingly so. She knew she would willingly offer herself up as his victim and become his undead consort!



“Severus?” she whispered. He jolted to his feet.



“Where are you?” he asked quietly.



“Here; one minute. Finite Incantatem.” She whispered, undoing the charm. She stepped close to him and stood on tiptoes to press a small kiss to his lips.



“What did you need to talk about?” he asked.



“Good and bad news. The good news is I went to Madam Pomfrey today and she said I’m all clear, I’m not pregnant and the charm has been fully negated. The bad news is, now that I’ve been given the all clear, my parents will have to be told the full story of what happened. Thankfully, as they are Muggles they are unlikely to come up to the school but they will no doubt be angry with me for not telling them way back in January, and if your name is mentioned, they may write angry letters to you as well as Dumbledore and Sprout.” She warned him.



“Is that everything?” he asked



“Yes. No; I missed you today and yesterday.” She replied.



“Well, I am relieved that you are not pregnant and I hope your parents do not give you too much trouble. However I am concerned that you seem to be spending altogether too much time with Finch-Fletchley. Tell me what exactly is the nature of your interest in him?” he asked, just a tone softer than his teaching voice.



“Severus, surely you aren’t jealous of him? Darling no-one can compare to you. He’s a friend; nothing more. I know he would have liked there to be more but I have told him in no uncertain terms that I don’t want a boyfriend right now and he has said he is content with friendship. He really is quite sweet and honourable; he won’t press me for more than I am willing to offer. It’s you I love Severus.” She assured him.



“I’m sorry Georgia. I ought to have trusted you. It’s just that I am aware how very young you are to be thinking of committing yourself to one man; especially one so much older than you. I would understand if your feelings changed, but I would expect you to be honest with me first.” He said, taking her hand.



“My feelings haven’t changed, far from it. You should know by now that I would follow you anywhere and give up anything to be with you. I want to be with you always.” She replied. He pulled her to him and captured her lips in a passionate embrace. Further thought on the subject was lost to them both as his hands found their way under her dressing gown to the silky nightdress beneath.



“Is this new?” he asked with a raised brow.



“Bought it last Hogsmeade weekend.” She replied sheepishly. He claimed her mouth with his once more and lifted her onto the long table, his hands roaming her warm body under the flimsy cream slip.



“In the library Severus?” she asked amusedly. He gave her a small smile



“Well, it is something I’ve wanted to try since my fourth year.” He confessed.



“The main library or the restricted section?” she asked teasingly.



“Just the library, however I do like your suggestion.” He smirked and pulled her back off the table and led her to the Restricted Section. “I spent much of my teenage years in here studying the Dark Arts.” He said as he led her to what was once his favourite haunt; a small snug with a desk and chair. He lifted her easily onto the desk once more and she allowed the robe to fall from her shoulders, her nipples peaking in the cold air. Snape reached out and pinched them between his fingers, then palmed them, pulling her closer for another heated kiss.



Georgia worked on his coat buttons from the bottom up, undoing his trousers but leaving the shirt and freeing his burgeoning cock. He replaced one of the hands on her breast with his mouth, having pulled down the flimsy negligee, freeing it to push the skirt up and expose her dripping sex, positioning himself at her entrance and pushing slowly and firmly into her. She gasped at the first contact but began to moan in delight as the familiar feel of his hardness filled her, slamming into her body again and again. She ran her hands up and down his thin, wiry body, eventually settling on his arse, pulling him closer into her and holding on tightly as his thrusts became harder and shorter.



It was a good thing the table was heavy and pushed against the wall or the noise of wood sliding against the stone floor would have brought Filch and Mrs Norris running. The only sounds in the silent library were heavy breathing, the soft slap of bodies meeting and the quiet groans of Georgia’s pleasure, muffled by Severus’ coat as she buried her face in his shoulder. Soon they were both shaking in the throes of shared orgasm, gripping each other tight as they surrendered to their blissful release. They kissed long and breathlessly as their shudders subsided.



“Was it as good as your fantasy?” she asked after a while.



“Even better.” He smiled down at her.



“Anywhere else in the castle you wanted to try?” she asked shyly. He grinned even wider.



“I’m sure I could think of a few places.” He said as he cleaned them both up.



“Good, then make a list so we can work through it.” She replied saucily, shocking him.



“After all we have only a few months left to complete the list.” He mused. Her smile

faltered.



“And what then?” she asked. He looked thoughtful for a moment.



“I want to continue this relationship with you Georgia. I do love you, but I confess it will be difficult for us to conduct a long distance relationship with you at St Mungo’s and myself here. However I do not always wish to remain here at Hogwarts. I tire of teaching brainless ninnies year after year and have one or two plans for retirement. As yet though I have no idea which or when they will be implemented. We shall have to make plans nearer the end of the year.” He told her.



“Good, because after what we’ve been through I would hate it if Graduation meant losing you too.” She replied, gazing adoringly into his dark eyes.



“If you truly wish to be with me, I will not let anything or anyone stand in our way.”

He vowed, kissing her soundly.