Snapey Went A Courting

Snapey Went A Courting

It all belongs to Rowling, except what you don’t recognize.

Chapter Eight – Goddesses and Other Powerful Women


All babies are born with an instinct to survive. When hungry, they cry. When wet, they cry. When feeling alone or cold, they cry. But they also have another survival technique: the potential sibling alert. When they sense possible amorous intentions occurring between their parents-- they cry.

Waldo came instantly awake at his father’s newly found appreciation of his mother. And he bellowed!

Hermione blushed when she realized that her robe had come open. Holding it closed in one hand, she dashed to her crying child.

Snape, totally unsure of what he’d done wrong, but feeling he had to be to blame, said, “I had better leave.”

There was a very rude sound and the sudden aroma of baby needing changing was in the air.

“Typical,” said Hermione with some sullenness as she sat on the couch and took her child. She reached over for a large scarf and quickly draped it over her breast while latching him on.

“I beg your pardon?” said Snape trying to look anywhere but where his son was now attached.

“You heard me. Baby needs changing and off you go.”

Snape quickly drew his wand and muttered an incantation. Suddenly, the nappy was off of his son in a tidy little ball and floating over to the diaper bucket in the loo. Of course, now that Waldo’s privates were suddenly exposed to air, a fountain of urine shot up going in an arc over Hermione, the scarf, the couch and the floor.

“Oh, Hell. That was brilliant.” Cursed Hermione, filthy again within a few minutes of her bath.

Snape grabbed one of the cotton diapers from the neatly folded stack of laundry on the floor and attempted to do damage control. As soon as Waldo had totally voided his bladder, Snape started a few more cleansing spells.

Hermione watched in silence. Finally, Snape brought over another fresh diaper.

“This diapering spell I’m not too sure about,” he said feeling like three kinds of fool at once.

“Actually, it’s better to do by hand,” said Hermione silently agreeing that the diapering spell tended to either be too loose or too tight. Not worth much at all.

Snape fumbled a bit, but the diaper eventually fit into the cover and was secured around his son’s bottom. All was done while his son continued to contentedly nurse. Snape felt very accomplished. The hour or two practice with the house elf had indeed paid off. Bolstered by his success, he dared to say, “You know, if you are using that scarf for my benefit, you don’t need to.”

“Fine.” Hermione threw off the scarf, exposing her huge, blue veined breast complete with gulping babe attached. “I have nothing to be ashamed of.”

“Quite, it’s beautiful. You’re beautiful.” There was a velvety smoothness to his voice, which caressed her and yet irritated her at the same time.

“Oh, please stop lying to me,” She said crossly.

Snape sat next to her. “I’m not.”

“What did you call me?”

“Goddess.”

“Liar! I look like a bloody, humongous, pink and white cow.” Hermione’s voice trembled. “I don’t need you to onizonize me.”

Snape had nearly had it. How dare she? He got up and went to the door. How dare she disagree? The little moron was beautiful and had no idea. He actually had his hand on the doorknob when he turned sneering. “Stupid girl. Of course you are beautiful. Motherhood endows beauty. You don’t see that? You used to be smart.”

“What I see is my body a stone heavier than it was, with my breasts either like rocks or hanging like empty udders and my tummy is like some fantastic deflated beach ball.” Tears came down her face but her voice was of steel. “And you have the nerve to come in her and—“

She flinched when he strode angrily around her behind the couch.

“There is something amiss, you are right,” he said. His voice was dangerously low and tense. Suddenly, he was lifting her hair and clasping a thing around her neck. “Much better.”

“A necklace?”

“Family heirloom.” He put his hand on either side of her neck and he stroked the tense muscles there.

Hermione felt little tingles going down her spine.

Snape came around and with a pillow. “Can you lift him?” Hermione did so and he placed a pillow under the still nursing Waldo. “You were straining your neck and back. You should keep a pillow for when you nurse.”

Hermione glared at him, thinking, who the hell are you?

And in this case, Snape while excellent at mind reading didn’t need to use it. Her confusion was fairly apparent.

“Before I gave you that book, I read it first. It wasn’t all spells, you know. It mentions the proper way to nurse so as to avoid back strain.” He sat next to her and was very still, as if afraid that he’d done too much.

“Well, thank you then.” Hermione still felt put out, thinking about how he just swooped in and expected everything to be ticky-boo because he was there. Hermione changed breasts. Still, he was full of surprises: the necklace, the advice, even changing nappies. She felt outmaneuvered. She reached up and touched the necklace. “For everything, but I really couldn’t accept this.”

“You’ve gone through a lot, Hermione. It’s such a trifle,” he said smoothly. “You need pampering and you shouldn’t be alone.” He took her free hand and gave it a little squeeze. “There is so much I could do for you, if you would let me.”

She looked at him in amazement. His eyes were smoldering with passion and she watched as his tongue darted out and licked his lips. He was seducing her! And it was terrifying. He was eying her like a starving man would anishnish Pastie. She wasn’t used to this sort of behavior from him, or any man—she’d always been treated as one of the boys. And here he was with his fine clothes and expensive men’s fragrance and… and it had almost worked! Where was her brain? Professor McGonagall had been right. He DID know how to be charming. But it was just an act, wasn’t it?

Snape watched her; his mind calculating the different factors. Had he gone too far? He had proven himself useful, hadn’t he? He was attracted to her, strangely enough, he found her role as mother to his child extremely appealing, provocative even. And the sight of her naked body… Oh, yes. He was going to enjoy being her husband. It was probably too soon to introduce the idea of resuming sexual relations, but it was going to be difficult to sublimate these erotic feelings she had induced in him. He wanted her in the worse way.

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“Remus, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to come over so late. I tried to stay away.” The redhead barely spoke above a whisper, worried how many other professors may now be back from their holidays.

Lupin opened the door to her and quickly brought her inside, checking the hallway to make sure no one had seen them.

“No need to apologize. I’m flattered. Delighted.” He bit the inside of his cheek in an attempted to not jump up and down and whoop.

“I was afraid that you’d find me too pushy. After all, last night just sort of happened.”

“Well, Prof. Vector-- Alicia, it may have just sort of happened, but nothing would please me more if you were to sit down and we might talk about it. Over some brandy, perhaps?”

She smiled nervously, her hazel eyes large behind her glasses and her face quite pale under it’s profusion of freckles. “I mean, well, I just never… I don’t usually.”

“You are not just a Witch, but a lady.” Remus handed her a glass and hoped that she wouldn’t notice how his own hand trembled.

She took a large sip and tears came to her eyes as it burned her throat. “Don’t take me wrong, last night was wonderful,” she gasped.

“But?”

“I beg your pardon?”

“Last night was wonderful, ‘but’. I really did think I heard a ‘but’ in there some where.” He tried not to sound bitter.

“No, no buts, ifs or ands. It was wonderful. I only have a question.”

Remus’ shoulders sagged. Here it comes, he thought, and braced himself for the inevitable goodbye.

Alicia Vector stood up and her robe dropped to the ground, revealing a sheer midnight blue negligee. “Could we do it again?”

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“Oh… My… Goodness, look at the time.” Hermione made a very big issue of noticing that it was now past midnight. “How awfully inconsiderate of me to have kept you so long.” She carefully avoided looking into those intense eyes of his. He was the Headmaster of Slytherin; he knew how to control his students, much as Professor McGonagall did. He’d been manipulating her like a pro. Well, he wasn’t going to succeed with her.

“Have I said something?” Snape’s head was awhirl. He thought he’d had her in the palm of his hand.

“Oh, no. No. Thank you so much for your help. But I’m sure you must be very busy—“

“Not at all, Hermione.”

“Classes are right around the corner,” her mouth was suddenly very dry, but she’d been damned if she asked him to hand her the glass just out of her reach on the table.

“Is there something wrong?”

“It’s time for you to leave.” She said firmly. “I’m sure you will understand if I don’t see you out.” She gestured to the still nursing infant and fixed a bright smile on her face.

“Quite.” He had failed. He got up and slowly walked to the door. “Prof. McGonagall said that I would be allowed to see Waldo often?”

“Yes, that was the agreement.”

“Tomorrow then?” he took a deep breath of air and held it.

“Yes. I shall be here.” Like a sitting duck, she thought.

He released his breath. “When you feel up to it, I have complementary tickets to a Muggle show. It’s playing at a place called the West End in London. No rush, of course, but Poppy said she’d be glad to sit for us.” He tried to smile but it slipped off from his face.

“Ah, well, yes… Err. Not ready yet of course, but sometime… time, yes. Sometime.” She nodded her head a bit too rapidly for the ruse to be takeniousiously.

“Well, good night then.” Snape hesitated and then came towards Hermione. He leaned down and kissed the back of Waldo’s head. For a moment it looked like he might kiss Hermione as well, but he stopped and merely nodded. “Sleep well. See you on the morrow.”

“Yes.”

The next morning Helena Gobbsley, one of Hermione’s neighbors, wondered if there had been a sudden frost, for every single rose on the bushes in her garden was nothing but a black, blasted char.

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“Alicia!” Lupin came close to her afraid that he had misheard her.

Her breath was coming in short bursts. “I’m a little nervous. I don’t usually come on to men, especially not fellow professors.” She blushed a deep red.

Lupin found himself hardening. Slow down, right… Don’t scare her off. He thought, but damn, this was unexpected. He gently took her hand and kissed it. Then he kissed her palm. Vector squealed. Lupin looked up in shock. “I’m sorry.”

“No, no. Do carry on. I’m just a bit… oh, dear what is the word?”

“Nervous?” suggested Lupin.

“No, frenzied.” And she threw herself at him causing him to fall back on the bed. “I’m sorry,” she said as torn his robe open sending the buttons flying. “I’ll do a ‘Reparo’ spell later.”

“Right,” said Lupin as his eyes rolled back into his skull. Alicia was licking the rim of his ear and he was becoming equally, if not more so, frenzied. He was beginning to hyperventilate from the shock. She stroked his thick thatch of chest hair, running her fingers through it and then rubbing her thumb over his nipples.

“Oh by the all—“ he screamed as she gently bit on an ear lobe.

“Hush,” she said clamping her mouth to his. She reached further down his chest, and her mouth muffled his outcry as her fingers found their way below his waist.

When she broke off the kiss for air she stated, “Muting spell. Must do some spell or--.”

“Oh, you’re right.” They both went scrambling for their wands.

“Silen—“

“Remus, not that spell or we won’t be able to hear each other.”

“Oh yes! Dampening spell… It’s right on the tip of my tongue.” Lupin felt incredibly stupid. Here he was DADA professor and he couldn’t remember anything but how delicious Alicia tasted.

“Oh, I’ve got it. ‘Recessio!‘ Oh, I hope that works.”

Lupin removed his robe. Vector’s eyes went wide. “I didn’t notice that last night. No wonder I was sore this morning.”

“Too big?” His heart began to stop.

She smiled crookedly, “Just right.” She took to her knees and touched the tip of her tongue to the head of his fully engorged cock.

Lupin bit back a wild howl. Mustn’t scare her off, right.

And then she took in as much as her throat allowed. What was left at the base, she wrapped her hand around. Slowly she pulled back to the very tip and flicked her tongue around the helmet. Her other hand fondled his sac.

Remus lifted the hem of her negligee and pushed it up and over her hips. Her kneeling by his groin gave him a very fine view of her fanny. He reached up and inserted a finger. It came out glistening with her fluids and he licked it. He was in heaven, but…

“Oh, Alicia. Oh, please, I can’t take much of this,” he rasped out as her tongue explored the slit at the tip of his penis and he again feared he might lose control and just take her with total abandon.

In response, Alicia swallowed him again, relaxing her gag reflex as best she could. With a growl, Lupin restrained himself from grabbing her head and forcing her to a faster pace. He wanted it all to be perfect for her. Yes. He would stay in control.

After a few more passes, Alicia let him go and changed direction, now kissing him on the mouth. Lupin tasted himself on her lips and shuddered with excitement. He moved to pull down the covers underneath them and brought her down next to him. He leaned on his side and shifted her also into the same position, facing away from him. Lifting her top leg, he slowly eased himself into her cunny.

“Oh, Remus, yes.” Her voice was soft and her eyes closed as she savored his fullness in her.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” And yet, every bit of me wants to force myself further and further in. Be gentle, with her, I must be gentle, he thought.

“It’s a good hurt, though” she replied with a grimace. “Please don’t stop.”

He pushed in as far as he could. Being on their side was one way he could be certain not to let things get out of control. Pressing in and out of her rapidly, he relished the sensation of his groin coming into contact with her lovely rounded arse. He wrapped his hand around her mound, and began stroking her nub. He nuzzled her neck and watched the expression of passion there as he picked up speed.

His animal was coming. He felt it rushing to the surface as the musky smell of their arousal became heavy in the room. He wanted to taste her, lick at the sweat and lap up the fluids from between her legs. He wanted to nip and drink her blood. His body began to override any hope he had of being gentle as the blood lust rose in him and he began to pound into her from the backside. Alicia whimpered and reached back to stroke him while her other hand tortured her nipples.

“Oh, my love,” she moaned as even more cock entered her, stretching her to the limits. Her world exploded in a cloud of white and her nails dug into his flesh. And still he continued thrusting into her with ever more force.

He licked at the sweat from her neck and shoulders as she screamed in climax again. Then he gently nipped her neck, nothing more than a hickey, as he continued his thrusts. Alicia reached down and found his balls. They were huge and hot in her cupped hand. She squeezed, tighter and tighter while pressing back on the sensitive area between sac and anus.

With a yelp, Lupin came. And came. The shuddering of his body and the aftershocks lasted long minutes with Alicia alternately squeezing and stroking his balls. Finally, he pulled out of her and collapsed on his back. He was covered in a shiny layer of perspiration. Alicia rolled over to him and caressed his brow. He caught her hand in his and reverently kissed it.

“That was incredible! Normally it takes hours for me to climax,” he panted.

“Like last night,” she smiled and kissed him sweetly.

“Yes,” he sighed. “It gets frustrating.”

“Oh,” said Alicia with a shy smile, “I know a lot of ways to get a Wizard to come more quickly.”

A/N: Big Hugs and a very special thanks to: Mary Kay, DeblovesDragon, Amethyst, YnCarn8, Luna, Mele, Devsgma, Spaz141, Katb, Cb, Crissy, Bambu, Ran, Kait, Karen, LittleBird and Innerfeline.

Remus lemon dedicated to Andrian.

British Slang alert: Fanny = Vagina, not buttocks as it is used in the States.