A Canuck\'s Snapish Adventure

The characters created by J. K. Rowling are not mine; I don’t own them and I’m not making any money off of them. The characters that were not created by J. K. Rowling in this fic *are* mine, and I do own them—but I’m still not making any money off of them. Figures.

This story is a reposting of my original story. I was re-reading it and realized it posted completely wonky, so I've hopefully fixed the problem and perhaps someone will read it. I quite like it still, actually.

Author’s note:
First of all, this is supposed to take place the August before Harry enters his fifth year at Hogwarts. Secondly, it was terribly hard to write. I was almost tearing out my hair here. And I had only one day to write it, really, as I left for vacation just as the challenge was issued and wasn’t coming back until the day it was due. I did find a few moments to edit it while vacating, however – see my dedication? So I hope it’s an acceptable story for this challenge. Thanks for reading. Oktober Black

A Canuck’s Snapish Adventure

I entered the front hallway feeling a bit of trepidation, but trying my best to exude confidence. My high heels clicked on the marble floor, my clingy black dress slinking around my ankles and exposing my leg to mid-thigh with every step I took. I nervously patted my hair, making sure each curl was still in place and then handed my cloak to a nearby house elf.
“Miss has an invitation?” the house elf asked me snootily, its attitude in sharp contrast to its high, squeaky voice.
“Of course Miss has an invitation! Miss is a family member,” I sneered at the elf, who quivered a bit under my approbation. House elves always brought out the worst in me. “Here. See for yourself, Elf.” I snapped my fingers and produced my invitation, which was made of thick black paper. My name was fused onto the front in silver – Oktober Black. “Now hang up my cloak and be careful not to wrinkle it.” And with that, I strode down the hall and into in the ballroom of Malfoy Manor.

“Oktober!” Narcissa cried, sweeping down on me and ‘kissing’ me on both cheeks. I noticed with a small smile that her lips never made it anywhere near my actual skin. “I’m so glad to see you again. What has it been – twelve years?”
“Lucky thirteen,” I corrected, one eyebrow raised. “I’m surprised you remember me at all.”
“Well, of course I do,” she drawled. “Lucius, Draco. Come say hello to my cousin Oktober.” She gestured elegantly to her husband and son. Lucius came over, a champagne flute in one hand, and he gave me a look that was pure lust. Draco followed in his wake.
“Oktober,” Lucius said, embracing me for a bit too long. He kissed me on both cheeks as well, but his lips definitely made contact. “You’re more beautiful every time I see you.”
“And you must be Draco,” I said, smiling at the blonde young man in front of me. He was well-dressed in a black suit that matched his father’s velvet blue one in cut. He tried to smile but it sort of came out as a sneer. “I haven’t seen you since you were… well, just a tiny baby.”
“I don’t remember you at all,” he said, and his father grabbed him harshly by the upper arm.
“You will be polite! Oktober is from the Black side of the family. Her branch is pure wizarding blood from Canada,” Lucius hissed at his son, his voice a whip. Draco gave me a look that was both speculative and angry.
“Pleased to meet you, Oktober,” Draco muttered. Lucius glowered at his son but Narcissa held up her hand.
“Lucius,” she said in a low voice. He turned away from Draco and smiled at me.
“And how long are you going to be here in England?” he asked me, taking my arm and leading me away from his wife and son. He snapped his fingers and a house elf brought me a flute of champagne.
“Oh, until about September fourth, I think. So about another couple of weeks,” I said, sipping my champagne and looking around the room. It was a huge ballroom, and was completely filled with people. “How many people did you invite tonight, Lucius? It looks like… at least a thousand.”
“That’s right. I invited one thousand guests to our little soiree this evening. It’s in honour of the Dark Lord himself, who has finally returned to us.” He sipped his champagne and looked around the room. “Of course, he couldn’t be here in person tonight, as he is a very busy wizard, but I’m certain all of his loyal followers and those friendly to his cause are here tonight.”
“A thousand… That’s pretty impressive,” I responded, not sure what to say. As a Canadian, I wasn’t very up on what was happening in England, although I’d certainly heard of Voldemort and his Death Eaters. I knew my cousin and her husband were followers of his, but also knew that I didn’t really buy into his manifesto.
“So, what are you up to these days?” he asked idly, obviously looking around for someone to pawn me off on. While I knew instinctually that he wouldn’t mind fucking me, he didn’t really want to have to make conversation with me if he could help it.
“I’m teaching at the Kapuskasing Collegiate Institute for Witchcraft and Wizardry. Just as I have been for the last fourteen years,” I said, as he took my elbow and led me off across the room.
“There is someone here I think you should meet,” he said, as we approached the far side of the room. There, standing alone and looking rather uncomfortable, was the most gorgeous man I’d ever seen. He was wearing all black, the cut of the suit decidedly Victorian, and it complemented his long black hair and pallid complexion. I knew by looking at him that not everyone would think him attractive, but one look and I was completely smitten. “Ah, Severus. You’ve got a drink I see. Good, good. I want you to meet Narcissa’s cousin, Oktober Black. She’s from the Canadian branch of the family, pureblood of course.”
“Pleased to meet you,” I said, holding out my hand. He took it and shook it briefly, as though it might contaminate him.
“Indeed. Professor Severus Snape,” he introduced himself.
“Severus is a professor at Hogwarts, our school here in Great Britain. He teaches potions,” Lucius elaborated.
“How fascinating,” I said, looking up at him over the rim of my champagne flute.
“Well, I’ll leave you two to become better acquainted, then,” Lucius said, backing away and then striding back across the room to whatever conversation he’d left when Narcissa had called him away. I looked over at Severus; he was looking at me speculatively, but darted his eyes away when I glanced at him.
“And what do you do?” he asked me, his voice rumbling out of his chest in a way that made me shiver. I sipped my drink, trying to cover my obvious attraction to him.
“I teach English at our Canadian wizardry school. The Kapuskasing Institute?”
“Ah, yes, of course. English? Is that really necessary?” he drawled, looking down at his drink. It was scotch, I thought, but I wasn’t close enough to smell it. I was close enough to smell him though and he smelled… oh, delicious. His scent was spicy and heady and enough to make me swoon. It was then I knew that I would have this man that night and nothing was going to get in my way.
“Of course it’s necessary. We can’t have witches and wizards who can’t read and write,” I said. “And how do you know Lucius and Narcissa? Are you a follower, or merely friendly to the cause?” I asked, thinking of what Lucius had said to me before.
“I am… a follower,” he murmured into his drink. “And you are family he said?”
“I am. A distant cousin,” I stated. Then there was silence between us. I looked up at him, studying his face and wondering how to get what I wanted that night. “Are you here with anyone?”
“No,” he answered, bluntly. Then he glanced back down at me. “Why?”
“I guess I just thought someone as good-looking as you would be here with a beautiful companion, that’s all. Is there anyone like that in your life?” I asked, and he snorted mirthlessly.
“Not that it’s any of your business, but no, there is not. And I believe you are the first, ever, to call me good-looking,” he said, a small smirk on his face. “And now I believe I have had enough of this ridiculous conversation. Allow me to take my leave.” And he bowed slightly and, putting his now empty glass down on a nearby table, he strode across the ballroom towards the exit. I jumped a bit at his snarkiness, wondering what I’d said wrong, and then followed him hurriedly across the ballroom.
“Wait! Severus!” I called, trying not to look desperate but desperately wanting to get to his attention at the same time. He paused in the hallway, gesturing to the house elf to get his cloak. “I meant what I said. I find you… extremely attractive.”
“I find that highly unlikely,” he sneered at me, as he put his cloak on. “Just as I find it unlikely you are, in fact, a member of the Malfoy family. How much did Lucius pay you to come on to me?”
“You’ve got to be kidding,” I hissed. “How little self esteem do you have? I mean, fuck. All I said was I thought you were good-looking! How dare you accuse me of being… what? Some kind of whore?” I glared at him. “Well, fuck you. I was hoping that I could get to know you better, but now I don’t think there’s much there worth getting to know at all!” I turned to leave, about to head back into the ballroom, but Severus grabbed my arm and held me back, turning me around. His black eyes met my brown ones, and the look on his face was both sceptical and curious.
“You were serious?” he asked, wonderingly. “Truly?”
“Yes, I was. But if you’re going to be an asshole about it,” I spat, trying to wrench my arm away from him. He looked at me again, as if trying to figure out what I was.
“Come with me,” he said, pulling me down the hallway away from the Ballroom.
“Where are we going?” I demanded, almost stumbling as he pulled me along with him.
“We are going for a little walk in the moonlight,” he hissed at me, pulling me down a different hall and then pushing me out a door.

We were in a courtyard garden, outside in the very moonlight he had just mentioned. He pulled me over to a stone bench under a pear tree and sat me down, sitting down next to me.
“Now,” he said, “We will get to the heart of this matter.” And then he took my chin in his hand and looked deeply into my eyes. I tried to pull back, tried to close my eyes so he couldn’t perform legilimency on me as I knew he was trying to do, but I couldn’t seem to stop him. A flood of images filled my head – my family, my job, my half-muggle best friend back in Toronto… my attraction to him came forward and I finally managed to close my eyes, pushing him out of my mind as best I could.
“Merlin!” I exclaimed, falling back on the seat and trying to hold myself up with weak arms. “Why… why did you do that?”
“I had to know where your loyalties lay,” he murmured. One hand came up to caress my cheek softly. “And I needed to know who you really were… and what you really wanted. This is not a safe place and the people one meets here… are not always who they say they are. You should know that by now.” He gripped my shoulders, pulling me towards him. “But it is obvious to me now who you are and that you truly do find me… attractive.” He shook his head slightly before leaning down to kiss me lightly on the lips. When he drew back, his eyes were slightly hooded, his nostrils a bit flared. “Ridiculous woman,” he murmured, before leaning back down to kiss me again. I melted into his embrace, loving the feeling of his lips against mine. He tasted like scotch and mint and some kind of spice. I inhaled deeply, letting his delicious scent overwhelm me as his tongue slowly opened my lips. He darted his tongue along my teeth, tasting my mouth as I was tasting his. It was more intoxicating then the champagne I’d drunk previously that night and I wanted more. I brought my hands up to his hair, running them through its softness, and gripping his head to bring him closer to me.
“Severus,” I murmured as I came up for breath. “I want more.”
“More?” he asked, his voice a deep rumble. “Greedy,” he chided, his lips sliding down my neck, kissing my jawline and ear. I could feel his hot breath in my ear and I shivered. His fingers traced their way down my neckline, finding the tops of my breasts and sliding across them. I couldn’t take it anymore – it was too much. I grabbed his head, pulling him back up and launching myself at him, kissing him hard. My tongue probed into his mouth, desperately trying to taste as much of his mouth as possible.
“Lovely,” came a voice from the courtyard doorway. Severus and I broke apart and glanced over to see Lucius Malfoy walking towards us. “I just knew you two would hit it off.” He smiled nastily at me. “I don’t suppose you’ve got a little kiss for your cousin Lucius as well?” He reached for me, pulling me to my feet and holding me tightly against him. He kissed me, hard, mashing his mouth against mine and forcing his tongue into my mouth. I tried to wrench away but was hard pressed to do so, as he was holding me very tightly. Finally, the kiss was over and he let me go.
“While I would be happy to share with you, Lucius, Oktober and I were just about to leave,” Severus said blandly, pulling me from Lucius’s embrace and holding me against him. “Perhaps we could make this a threesome some other time?”
“Of course, of course,” Lucius murmured, one hand reaching out to pinch my nipple. I squeaked, and jumped back away from him.
“I don’t think…” I began but Severus put a hand on my shoulder and squeezed.
“Of course you don’t,” he snapped. “And if you know what’s good for you, you won’t say anything either. We’ll be leaving, Lucius. Thank you for inviting us to your party. I will see you soon, I’m sure.” Severus gave a small bow to his host, who bowed back just as slightly, and we swept out of the courtyard, Severus’s black robes billowing behind us, heading back to the front hallway. Lucius followed us, but with a smirk headed back into the party as Severus motioned to the house elf for my cloak. He helped me put it on, and then we exited the house.
“Where are you staying?” he asked me abruptly, once we were outside in the moonlight once again.
“In a hotel in Diagon Alley,” I replied. He looked at me pointedly and I named my hotel. He nodded with recognition.
“Very well. We’ll apparate there,” he said, pulling out his wand. I reached for my wand as well, and with a “pop” we left Malfoy Manor for the night.

We appeared in the front foyer of the hotel. It was a five-star affair, with lots of overdone decorations and glitz in true wizarding style. As we walked up the stairs to the second floor, one of the portraits of the hotel’s past illustrious guests gave us the eye and then followed us from portrait to portrait up the stairs.
“Oooo, got a new lover, have you? You could have done better, I’m sure, a pretty thing like you. Gonna slip it to her, are yah? Give her the old inandout?” The portrait cackled madly as we climbed the stairs together and Severus glared at him.
“Shut up, you pigmentary nightmare!” he snapped, and the portrait cackled in return.
“Ooh, he’s a frightening one, he is!” it mocked. I sighed.
“Ignore him. He’s been coming on to me since I got here, as if he could actually do anything,” I said, leading Severus across the landing and down the hallway to my room. I opened the locked door with my wand and then locked it behind us as he entered the room.
“Now,” I said, letting my hair down with a snap of my fingers, “Where were we before we were so rudely interrupted?” But Severus merely sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed, gesturing to me to join him. “Now what?”
“I think we should clarify something before we continue,” he said, pushing a lock of hair away from his face. “I am well aware of your feelings towards the Dark Lord and the Malfoys. I discovered all of that when I was… inside your mind.”
“Great,” I said, reaching for him. “So you also know that I don’t want you inside my mind but rather somewhere else…” He pulled away from me and stood up, looking out the window at the moonlight.
“It is not my intention to reveal your secrets to Lucius or Narcissa. You should know as well that I am not who I seem to be,” he continued and I sighed.
“Look, it’s obvious to me that you’re not really a Death Eater. You don’t have your heart in it, really. And you know, just as obviously, that it’s fine with me that you’re not. I’m not into that whole Death Eater thing at all. Now,” I said, standing up and wrapping my arms around him from behind. “Can we get on with it?” My hands felt along the front of his suit jacket, and I began slowly undoing his buttons. “I think there are so many better things we could be doing than talking about Lucius and his Death Eaters…” I slid my hands down the front of his trousers, feeling his taut upper thighs and the now-growing bulge in between.

He turned in my arms, his mouth hot against mine and I pulled him down to me, pressing my body against his. He radiated heat through his suit, as though he were burning up inside and I revelled in it. He ran his fingers through my long black hair, tracing down my shoulders to my neckline. Then he drew back from me, pulling off his suit jacket, stepping out of his shoes, and unbuttoning his vest. Once he was in his shirtsleeves, he began to undress me, sliding the straps of my dress down my shoulders and then off my arms. He unzipped the back of my dress, sliding it silkily down my body until I was standing in just my strapless bra and panties. His fingers traced the raven tattoo on my right shoulder, making me shiver.
“This is interesting,” he murmured. “But not as interesting as this one,” he said, his fingers sliding lower to finger the dragon tattoo that covered most of my left leg. “So bold to have such a big tattoo. You must not mind… pain.”
“Um…” I responded, as his fingers moved back up to deftly undo my bra from behind. It fell from my body, freeing my breasts.
“Lovely,” he murmured and I sighed as he bent to my nipples, sucking first one then the other into his mouth. He weighed my breasts in his hands, as though amazed at their heaviness, as he suckled them. I ran my fingers through his black hair, his head bent over my breasts. Each pull of his lips on my nipples sent sexual vibrations down my body to my pussy, which was growing wetter by the second. I sighed as he pulled away from me once again, his eyes hooded with lust as he looked at my semi-nude body. I decided it was unfair that he was still mostly dressed while I was almost naked, so I got down on my knees in front of him, reaching for the fly of his trousers. I slowly undid the buttons, sliding my fingers along the length of his cloth-covered erection. I pulled his trousers down and he stepped out of them, allowing me to fold them and place them on the bed behind me. Then I turned back to him, loving the way his erect cock tented the front of his black silk boxers. I hooked my fingers under the waistband of his boxers and yanked them down to his ankles. His erection sprang out at me, and I marvelled at its size. He was huge, long and thick and quite hard. I slid my hand along his length, pulling back the foreskin to expose his cockhead, a small drop of pre-cum oozing from the tip. Still on my knees, I leaned in to take him into my mouth, wrapping my lips around my teeth and fellating him deeply. I lavished him with my tongue, and he groaned deep in his throat, his hands gripping my head as I went down on him. I felt him grow harder against my willing tongue and when he began to thrust slightly into my mouth, I pulled away.
“I don’t want to waste you that way,” I said with a small grin, and his eyes widened a bit before narrowing in pleasure. He undid his shirt and pulled it off, laying it down on a nearby chair. Then he finally pulled off his socks, leaving himself completely nude. He pushed me down on the bed, sliding between my legs, his lips meeting mine in a passionate kiss. Then he slid further down my body, his lips burning a route down my flesh to my breasts. He sucked on my nipples for a bit before nipping at them, his teeth just barely coming together. “Uh, yes…” I sighed and he smirked at me. He kissed down my midriff, dipping into my belly button with his tongue and then he slid my panties down to reveal my wet pussy.
“Lovely,” he repeated, as he gazed on my sex. Then his tongue dipped down to flick at my clit and I squirmed against him. “Now, now, none of that,” he admonished, holding my hips with a firmer grip. He teased me mercilessly, his tongue and lips sliding around my sex, dipping into me and tasting my juices but refusing to touch my clit. I could feel the sexual tension building in the pit of my stomach; it rose a notch with each clever lick of his tongue.
“Oh please, please,” I muttered, and he laughed outright at that.
“Begging? Already?” he murmured into my flesh, and I looked down at him. He met my eyes, his black orbs reflecting my desire back to me. Finally, just as I thought he would never give me what I wanted, he wrapped his lips around my clit and sucked gently on it and I went straight over the edge of my orgasm. I writhed underneath him, mashing my hips against his face as he continued to suck on my clit. He slid two fingers into me, fucking me slowly as he brought me back up to a second massive orgasm with his tongue and lips.
“Merlin!” I exclaimed, as he finally came up for air.
“No, Severus,” he corrected, and I laughed.
“I knew that,” I said, pulling myself up off the bed and pushing him onto his back. I straddled him, grasping his now painfully erect cock with one hand and then slowly lowering myself onto him. He was huge and it took me a moment or so to become accustomed to the feeling of having him inside me. “Now, isn’t this better than being inside my mind?”
“Indeed,” was all he said as I began slowly sliding up and down on his cock. God, it felt so good! I couldn’t keep up the slow pace, needing to increase the friction to bring myself to orgasm again, so I began moving faster and faster against him, grinding my pelvis against him each time I came back down. He held my hips as I moved against him, his fingers clenching me so tightly I knew I would be bruised, but I didn’t care. “Stop,” he said suddenly, his voice harsh and low. “Not yet.” I slid to a stop against him, panting with the effort and he pushed me off of him. He got up on his knees. “Turn around,” he said, one finger drawing a lazy circle in the air. I complied happily, getting on my knees and presenting him with my open pussy from behind. He slid in easily, and I sighed with the fullness of having him inside me once again. His hands gripped my hips just as they had before and he began thrusting into me, hard and fast. I grunted with the impact and then shuddered and screamed my way through two more orgasms, biting the pillow in front of me to keep from being too loud. Finally, with a long, low groan, he came into me and I shivered with one final small orgasm of my own. He leaned across my body, nipping at the back of my neck before releasing me. I collapsed on the bed on my front; he lay down next to me, one hand resting possessively on my ass.
“That was great, Severus,” I muttered, my eyes slowly sliding closed.
“Indeed,” was all I heard him say before I drifted off to sleep.

I was awakened the next morning by Severus’s arms around me and his erection pressing insistently against my bum. We were together in the bed, the blankets somehow around us both, the sun pouring through the open shutters.
“God, the light,” I moaned. He groped for his wand with one hand, and then slammed the shutters closed with a gesture, his wand landing back on the nightstand. Both hands then went back around me to my breasts, his thumbs sliding across my nipples. I could feel his chest pressing up against my back, his breath hot against my neck and I shivered. One hand drifted lower, sliding between my legs and slipping inside me. I rocked against his hand, allowing him to fuck me with his finger for a moment before he withdrew it. I groaned disappointedly and he chuckled.
“So eager,” he hissed into the back of my neck. I spread my legs and he slid his morning erection into me from the side; I sighed with pleasure. His teeth nipped at the back of my neck, biting me lightly as his fingers played with my clit. I bucked against him as he thrust slowly into me, his long, thick cock filling me up completely. I could feel the orgasm welling up inside of me as his fingers continued to stroke my clit. Finally, he thrust faster and harder, and I came wildly in his arms. His teeth bit me harder then, and I cried out in pleasure and pain as he thrust harder and harder. Finally, his teeth still clamped against the back of my neck, he thrust one last time and came with a grunt, flooding my pussy with his heat. I lay back against him, my pussy throbbing with pleasure and the back of my neck throbbing a bit with the pain of his bite, when there was a knock on the door. Before I could say anything, the door opened and a house elf entered, pushing a little cart in front of it.
“Breakfast Miss, as Miss ordered yesterday,” it announced, steering the cart over to the table and chairs near the window. “Blinky took the liberty of bringing a second breakfast for Miss’s lover.” The house elf loaded the table with tea, pancakes, fruit, and scones and jam, before turning to the two of us. I looked at Severus, shocked at the audacity of this house elf. He seemed both amused and annoyed. After all, his now-shrinking cock was still inside of me and this house elf was serving breakfast! “Does Miss want breakfast now, or is Miss going to have sex again? Because Blinky can place a warming spell on Miss’s food if Miss wants…” Severus’s eyebrows climbed into his hairline at that, and he rolled away from me. I pulled the covers up to my chest.
“Perform the warming spell and leave, Elf,” Severus snapped from the bed.
“Yes, Master,” Blinky said blandly, snapping its fingers before wheeling its little cart out of the room. We watched it shut the door behind it and then I shook my head, laughing at the absurdity of it all.
“Is Miss going to have sex again? Or does she want breakfast?” Severus asked, his lips against my neck.
“Miss is going to use the bathroom and perhaps take a shower, and then Miss is definitely going to have sex again,” I answered, kissing him carefully (morning mouth!) and then getting up from the bed. He stood as well, walking naked over to the table and helping himself to a cup of tea as I ducked into the bathroom.

After a long shower, more sex, breakfast and then more sex, I lay in bed watching him get dressed. He pulled on his trousers, doing them up and then pulled out his pocket watch.
“Is that really the time? Merlin’s Bones!” he hissed, reaching for his white shirt. “Dammit all! I’ve missed my meeting.”
“What meeting?” I asked, toying lazily with my nipple in the hopes that I could entice him to come back to bed.
“My Order meeting. It was at nine this morning and it’s already eleven,” he said, sitting down on the bed to pull on his sock and shoes. I leaned over and wrapped myself around him from behind.
“Well, if you’ve missed it anyway, then why do you have to go? Stay here and let’s have sex again,” I said, licking at his earlobe. He sighed and shivered, but stood up, pushing me away.
“I must go. But we will meet later this afternoon,” he said, pulling on his vest and doing the buttons up deftly. “At the Leaky Cauldron, at five.”
“Sure. I’ve got some shopping I wanted to do anyway,” I said, sitting back in the bed. He pulled on his suit jacket, doing it up, and then leaned down to kiss me. I pulled at his lip, wanting more of him, but he merely chuckled at me.
“None of that, my dear,” he murmured. “Save it for later.”
“But I want more now,” I pouted, and he rolled his eyes.
“That is not attractive at all,” he stated firmly. “I’ll see you later.”
“Fine, go. Go to your Order and your missed meeting. I’ll see you at five at the Leaky Cauldron,” I replied, waving a hand to dismiss him. He merely smirked and then swept out of the room, his black robes billowing behind him.

When I entered the Leaky Cauldron at five that afternoon, I wasn’t sure what to expect. After all, I’d never been there before – this was my first time in Diagon Alley. I took in the tables and wooden chairs, various witches and wizards eating and drinking casually. In one corner, three teenagers were talking in low voices, their eyes catching mine for a moment as they looked around the room. The girl had bushy hair and she seemed visibly upset.
“I don’t think we should be doing this!” she was saying. “It’s not right!”
“Come on, Hermione! You want to know what they’re up to just as much as we do,” said the redheaded boy. “It’s not like it’s spying or anything.”
“But it is!” she said, crossing her arms and glaring at him. “It is spying and you know it, Ronald Weasley!”
“Look, it doesn’t matter now anyway. Here they come,” said the dark-haired boy. He was pointing to a set of stairs at the back of the pub. A number of witches and wizards were coming down the stairs, including my lovely Severus. He was frowning and talking to an aged wizard with a long, grey beard. Then he glanced up and saw me, and my heart stopped. He was so beautiful! He gestured to me and I stayed where I was, sitting at one of the few available tables left – near the three teenagers. They had stopped talking when the adults had appeared, but the bushy haired girl, Hermione, was still obviously fuming. Let it go, girl, I thought. Severus finished his conversation with the older wizard and then swept over to my table, sitting down across from me. I heard the girl squeak “Professor Snape?” and I glanced over at the teenagers. They were staring at Severus and I, their mouths open, amazed looks on their faces.
“Do you know those kids?” I asked, and he grimaced.
“Unfortunately, yes,” he replied in a quiet voice. I grinned.
“Well, perhaps we should give them something to really get upset about,” I suggested, then grabbed him and planted a huge kiss on his lips. He was aghast, pulling away from me abruptly. The teens seemed to go a bit green and then they were ushered out of the pub by two of the other adults – both redheads, so I assumed they were the parents of the redheaded teen.
“Oktober!” Severus hissed at me. “Not in public.”
“No, no, I suppose not. I guess we’ll just have to go back to my room then,” I said, standing up and pulling at his hand. He didn’t budge, so I sat back down. “Your place then?”
“Perhaps that would be best,” he said to himself. “Somewhere private, anyway.” He nodded, almost to himself and then stood, this time pulling me up with him. We walked out of the pub and into the street. “We’ll apparate to Hogwarts for a bit.” Out came our wands, and with a “pop,” we were on the path near the school.

“Nice school,” I said, as we approached the main doors of Hogwarts. “Ours isn’t nearly as castley.”
“Is that even a word?” he sneered at me, and I raised an eyebrow.
“Hey, who’s the English teacher here?”
“Very well then. Yours isn’t nearly so castley, you were saying?”
“No, it’s not. It’s more… well, more Canadian. Kind of modern and kind of rustic. It’s a new building anyway. Keeps the heat in during the winter better and keeps the bugs out during the summer better,” I said as we went through the doors and then down towards the dungeons. I looked around me at the candles in wall sconces and the dark stone walls. “I should have guessed you’d live in the dungeons.”
“I have my classroom down here and I am head of Slytherin house, which resides in the dungeons. Where else should I live?” he asked curtly.
“I’m head of one of our houses back home,” I volunteered. He glanced sharply at me as he said the password to open his doors.
“Which house is that?”
“Moose house,” I answered as we entered his chambers. They were dark and brooding, just like him. He shot me a look.
“Moose house,” he repeated, taking off his cloak and hanging it up behind the door. He took my leather jacket and hung it up as well. “And the other houses are…?”
“Well,” I began, plunking myself down on his couch and taking my boots off, “There’s Beaver house, and Caribou House and Ptarmigan House.” I pulled off my t-shirt and then reached up for his suit jacket buttons as he stood over me. “We go in more for animal names – native things. I was voting to change the name of at least one house to Tim Hortons, but I got thrown out of the staff meeting.” He snorted but was obviously confused. I struggled with the buttons and then sighed with frustration, reaching for my wand. He grabbed my hands in his, shaking his head at me, an almost sad look on his face. But I was not to be deterred. I pulled my hands from his and, finally pulling out my wand, waved it at his clothing. It disappeared and then reappeared, folded carefully on the coffee table.
“Oktober! We have things to discuss!” he protested as I undid my bra and then pulled off my jeans.
“Later. Whatever it is will have to wait. Come here,” I said, pulling him by the hips to me. Sitting on the couch, I was at just the right height to suck him off, which I promptly proceeded to do. I took his semi-erect cock in one hand and then squeezed it gently, pulling at it lightly. Then I bent down and took him in my mouth, rolling his cock around and getting it nice and slippery. It grew harder and longer in my mouth, and I began bobbing my head up and down on it in earnest. For a change of pace, I held it in my hand, licking it like lollipop and he groaned, holding onto my head. Finally, he tried to pull away, but at the same time couldn’t help himself and he began thrusting into my mouth.
“Wait, wait,” he hissed, but it was too late. I gave it one final effort and he came with a groan into my waiting mouth. I swallowed his cum with a quick grin and then licked him clean. He sighed and then sat down on the couch next to me. I leaned in and kissed him, stroking his beautiful black hair with one hand. “You should stay here with me,” he began in a low rumble.
“And do what? You’re just happy because you’ve just cum,” I said, and he waved a hand dismissively at me.
“You could inspire me to do great work, I’m certain of it,” he said, one hand on my cheek.
“Like what, a muse?” I asked, pulling him down on top of me on the couch. He lay his body across mine, my legs wrapping around his hips, and he kissed me.
“Yes, like a muse. A Potion Master’s muse,” he sighed into my mouth as we kissed.
“You haven’t seen me around a cauldron,” I replied. “There’s a reason I teach English and not magical arts.”
“Surely you can’t be that disastrous,” he snorted, lowering his head to my breasts and taking a nipple into his mouth. He sucked on it, hard, and I sucked in my breath with the exquisite pain and pleasure of it.
“I am, trust me,” I said, kneading the muscles of his back and running my feet up and down his buttocks. “Uh… suck on it some more.”
“Very well,” he smirked, and then he transferred his attention to my other nipple. He bit at it lightly and then sucked on it hard, almost pinching it with his lips.
“Ah! Yes, that’s it!” I sighed. He sucked on my nipple for a bit longer before finally pulling away.
“Oktober,” he sighed, and I shook my head.
“Come here,” I murmured, locking my feet under his ass and pulling him closer to me. I opened my legs wide, enticing him inside of me. I could just feel his erect cock between my pussy lips and I rubbed myself against him. He sighed again, but this time in pleasure, as he acquiesced and slid inside me. “Yes please, that’s what I want.”
“Merlin,” he groaned as he pumped his hips slowly, his lovely cock sliding in and out of my slick wet heat. I arched my back and pressed up against him, inciting him to move quicker, harder. I needed more of him - I wanted all of him. He increased his pace, almost slamming into me and I screamed as my orgasm overwhelmed me, my voice echoing off the stone dungeon walls. He came with a hiss, his hips moving spasmodically a few final times, before he collapsed against me on the couch. I ran my fingers down his sweaty back, caressing him as he lay on top of me.
“What did you want to talk about by the way?” I murmured into his ear.
“I have no idea,” he replied, and I smirked.
“Good,” I answered.

We never did talk about whatever it was he thought was so important that day. I stayed in London for the next week or so, until the day before the first day of school, and we met either in my hotel room or in his rooms at Hogwarts. Sometimes we had sex quickly in an alleyway, much to his great annoyance – it was always my idea but he always ended up enjoying it anyway. And then September fourth rolled around and it was time for me to leave.
“This was fun,” I said, looking up at his face for the last time.
“It was indeed,” he said with a frown.
“Gee, you really look like it,” I teased, knowing he was merely disgruntled that our time together was finally at an end.
“You will come here during the winter holidays,” he said and it wasn’t a question – it was a command.
“I don’t know if I can. I have to go see my family,” I answered, arranging my luggage a bit beside me.
“You can always come visit Lucius and Narcissa,” he said with a smirk. “They are family, aren’t they?”
“Yeah well. I’m sure the only reason Lucius has anything to do with me at all is that: a. my family has a lot of money; and b. he wants to fuck me. So no, I think I won’t be seeing them again if I can help it.” I stretched up to kiss him and he cupped my chin, holding my lips to his. “I’ll be back if I can.”
“You know where I’ll be,” he replied. And with that, I grabbed the portkey back to school and disappeared from his life, perhaps for just a little while – perhaps forever.


One the first day of winter holidays, Severus Snape finished marking the last of his fourth year essays with a sigh. Now that those were finished, he could finally have a bit of a break. He stacked the parchments at the side of his desk, and stood, stretching. He glanced at his pocketwatch; it was well past time for dinner. Well, he’d just have to order something from the kitchens – although he wasn’t really all that hungry, in truth. He sighed, thinking about the long holiday before him and how much of that time was going to be spent doing work for the Order. He left his office, locking the door behind him with a spell and then headed down the hallway to his chambers. He went to open the door with his password and was shocked to find that it was already open. Merlin! Who could have discovered his password?!
“If it’s Harry Potter, I’ll kill him this time, I swear it,” he muttered to himself, entering his chambers, his wand drawn and ready. He slid slowly into the room, lighting the tip of his wand with a quick lumos and waving it around to see what was different. Nothing seemed out of place… Wait! His brandy bottle wasn’t on the tray… A thief who drank brandy? Perhaps it was some Death Eater, toying with him before killing him at the Dark Lord’s behest… He couldn’t find anything else amiss in the living room. Then he heard a small noise coming from the bedroom. He swivelled his head to listen, but didn’t hear it again. Aha! I have you now, Potter… He slid across the room towards his bedroom, the door opening with a small creak. It was dark in the room. He steeled himself, and waved his wand. “Lumos!”

And there, on the bed, wearing nothing but a smile, was Oktober Black.

“Surprise?”