Charms in the Afternoon

Disclaimer: No one in this story belongs to me. Everyone and everything is the property of J. K. Rowling. I’m just playing around with them for the fun of it; no monetary gain is sought.

Charms in the Afternoon

by

shadowycat


The golden sunlight that flooded through the tall arched windows was that of the middle of a fall afternoon, classes would be letting out in less than half an hour; which was barely enough time for Minerva to get to the library and do a thorough search for the book she needed before the library was overrun with eager students, but this was all the time she had, so she needed to make the best use of it that she could.

As she turned into the Charms corridor and headed down past Flitwick’s class, she could hear the voices of his class of first years through his classroom door as they all repeated the usual mantra to “swish and flick”. Her lips curved up slightly in amusement as she moved along. Why, after all these years, did that phrase always seem so suggestive to her?

Suddenly, without warning, a hand reached out from behind her and grasped her by the arm stopping her forward momentum and spinning her around. Startled, she gasped at the suddenness of the touch and almost lost her balance at being stopped so abruptly. She hadn’t heard any footfalls at all. Too busy thinking about swishing and flicking apparently.

Before she could even think of calming her now quickly racing heart, she found herself being pressed back against the hard stones of the corridor wall with a firm male body leaning full length against her. Warm hungry lips claimed her own and a questing tongue plunged deeply into her mouth. Instantly, she was whirled away from the everyday tedium of the Charms corridor into a fantasy of desire that had her whole body throbbing for more.

When she could breath again, she gave a soft gasp and quietly began to half-heartedly berate the man who was even now trailing more hot excited kisses down the side of her throat, pulling the neckline of her gown aside and running his fingers caressingly along the length of her collarbone as he attempted to brand more soft flesh with his lips.

“Severus, for goodness sake, what do you think you’re doing?” she murmured against his raven hair. “We’re in the middle of the Charms corridor while classes are in session! Anyone could see us just by opening that door across the hall and looking out. Have you lost your mind?” Her breath began to come in soft spurts as he sucked enthusiastically on a particularly sensitive spot.

His lips left her throat and came up to press against her ear as he whispered back in a low and slightly breathless voice. “We agreed to pursue this little sexual arrangement whenever and wherever we wished, did we not? As long as we both were in the mood. Well, I am most assuredly in the mood, and from the way you were kissing me a moment ago, I’ll wager good money that you’re in the mood, as well.” His tongue tasted the curve of her ear before his lips sucked lightly on the lobe and moved slowly back down to her throat.

Her hands slid possessively up his back to pull his body nearer as she enjoyed the feeling of the hard bulge of his desire that rubbed tantalizingly against her abdomen. Once more she opened her mouth, fully intending to protest that, while, yes, she was definitely in the mood, this didn’t exactly seem like the best place, and couldn’t they find somewhere a bit more private, when he drove all further thoughts from her head by kissing her deeply again while sliding a firm hand down the length of her back to pull her body more tightly against his own and caressing her derriere suggestively, stroking deeply between her legs, eliciting a shiver of desire even through the several layers of hindering fabric.

Time tilted; somehow, and she wasn’t entirely sure how, his hands found their way beneath her skirts and were now tearing at the thin layer of cotton that prevented them from caressing the soft flesh between her thighs. One long finger slid itself under the edge of the fabric, tracing a shivering line along sensitized skin before it slipped between her now parted legs and lightly caressed her, causing her knees to weaken at the bold sensations he evoked.

In a matter of moments, he’d freed her from all restraint and was massaging her flesh slowly and rhythmically, sending tingles of pleasurable sensation coursing through her. As she grasped at him tightly, he thrust two of his long fingers up inside her body, coating them with the wetness that clearly revealed her readiness for him, while she moaned softly and arched herself against him…no longer even considering protesting about their location.

While he laid claim to what he desired, her hands had been busy as well, freeing his body from its own imprisonment, sliding her hand over the hard smooth flesh of his erection, as eager for him as he was for her. Her fingers encircled his cock and slid back and forth across the taut flesh. Then she slid her hand beneath that hard straining organ to caress the heavy sac depended between his legs, running a finger along the tight strip of muscle behind it as well, eliciting a moan from the depths of his throat.

Impatiently, he pushed her up against the wall once more and lifted her up off of her feet, pushing her skirts out of the way as best he could. She grabbed at his shoulders and helped to push herself up above him so that she could feel his cock slide easily inside her body as she wrapped both her arms and her legs tightly around him, leaning back against the stony wall. The feeling that she got when he slid within her, filling her almost to overflowing with his hard flesh, was unlike any other she ever had. Nothing had felt so good in a very long time.

Her body was already beginning to tremble with her need for him, and she urged him onward with fervent whispers, any thought of the danger of discovery long abandoned, as the two of them moved together smoothly and desperately as one. The cold stones of the corridor shrank away to nothing in their perceptions. Their world came to include only each other, and the feeling they got from moving together in this time honored dance of seduction and desire.

Once they each reached their fulfillment, he released her from his tight grasp, and she slid down the long length of his body to lean against him and hold him close for a few more moments while they both brought their raging hearts and ragged breathing back under their control. Then each stepped back and adjusted their clothing, though nothing but time was likely to remove the sparkle from their eyes and the heightened color from their cheeks.

“Now, where were you off to in such a hurry before I so rudely interrupted?” Snape asked with a smirk as he finished rebuttoning his last button and straightened up.

“I was heading to the library to look for a book before all the students descended on it before dinner, but I must admit, this was a much better use of my time.” She smiled in return as she tucked an errant strand of dark hair back into her bun and smoothed everything back into place with a practiced hand.

Suddenly, Peeves came swooping around the corner cackling madly at something. No doubt somewhere someone was soon in for a rather unpleasant surprise. The poltergeist was brought up short at the sight of the two professors standing so close together at the side of the corridor. Before the mischievous spirit could decide whether to flee in guilt or investigate what might be going on, the door to Flitwick’s classroom burst open, spilling a hoard of chattering first years into the corridor.

Being suddenly confronted with such a large audience, when he wasn’t prepared for one, convinced the poltergeist that disappearing might be the correct course of action at the moment, so without a word to anyone, he swooped upwards and vanished through the ceiling. The crowd of students swarmed off in different directions, followed by Flitwick, himself, who waved gaily to his colleagues as he passed them and sped quickly off down the hall on an unknown errand of his own.

Snape returned his eyes to McGonagall and said wryly, “I’m afraid your chance at finding your book undisturbed by students has come and gone.”

With a nod, she turned her gaze back from the crowd of students just turning the corner. “The book can wait. I wouldn’t have missed your “rude” interruption for anything.” Then with a quick wink, a smile, and a final caress, she headed off down the corridor away from him, as his dark eyes trailed along, following the softly swaying motion of her skirts.