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Hot for Teacher
DISCLAIMER: J.K. Rowling owns all things Harry Potter. I made no money whatsoever off of this story. It was done purely for my enjoyment and hopefully yours as well...you sick puppy. And to make even more trouble, I swiped the title from a song by Van Halen. I am not part of Van Halen or affiliated with them in any way, although one time I dreamed I was Valerie Bertinelli, and it was sooo nice... ;-)
Author's Notes: This was written for a challenge (Snape and the Nubile Women Odd Pairings Challenge at the _Perving4Snape_ Livejournal community), which was in honor of Alan Rickman's 59th birthday. After all, if it weren't for Alan's outstanding theatrical skills and silky voice, we would all find Snape rather disgusting. And you've just got to give it up for a guy who makes Snape seem sexy. Happy belated birthday, you hottie!
This is my first challenge fic. Due to the ages of the characters in it, some may say it's alternate universe (AU). Thank you, fyrechild and sunshinefanfics for beta-reading this, and thanks to sunshinefanfics and sillysun22 for the opportunity. Now enjoy your pervy Snape in action-!
Hot for Teacher
"Ohhh, Severus, yes! Do it, yeah, just like that"¦yessss, that's right!!" the voluptuous redhead who lay beneath him screamed. He captured her lips with his, kissing her deeply, passionately, pushing his tongue into her honey-sweet mouth. When she finally broke free to catch her breath, she repositioned herself to allow for deeper penetration and moaned, "Oh, God, make me come, please, baby"”"
She adored his kisses. But it was his fingers that did her in every time"¦his gentle, unblemished fingers, which had barely known a broomstick since his first flying lesson almost six years ago. Not one callous or wart "“ they were perfect. They knew the art of a delicate touch, and she loved the way he touched her. As he always did, he stroked her gently, knowing just the right amount of pressure to apply and where she wanted it, needed it. He was an astute listener, a keen observer; he was a meticulous student, especially when it came to her body. He could watch her for hours and feel nothing but content.
Taking careful note of her responses, he knew just how to push her over the edge, falling into a blinding abyss of ecstasy. As he caressed her moist, warm center, her gasps became more erratic. She firmly grasped both her hands on his bum. She could feel it tighten with each exquisite stroke as he plunged into her warmth. It wasn't long till she was quivering. She began to howl loudly; when she did, he just couldn't wait any longer. His breathing hitched as he cried out involuntarily, the intensely pleasurable feelings she created in him overtaking his entire being.
As they lay there together basking in the glow of their lovemaking, she sighed. She kissed him, tasting his lips and nibbling on them teasingly. She rolled on top of him once more. The girl was on fire today, and he started to get hard again almost immediately. In between each passionate kiss, she whispered his name, saying it over and over. The fourth time she said it, she got a bit louder, then the fifth time, even louder until"”
"Severus. Severus Snape!" The young, auburn-haired professor commanded his attention to the front of her class. He felt his lily-white skin go beet-red as he looked up at the lovely Miss Prewett. He jolted in his seat as he wondered if he had accidentally murmured any of his fantasy aloud; he simply couldn't afford for it get out. All of it "“ his obsession with her, how greatly he desired her, how he ached to make slow, sweet, languid love to her every night "“ it had to remain his deeply personal secret.
Frustrated and embarrassed, he furrowed his brow. He nervously shifted his robes to keep his arousal from becoming too obvious; if Potter or Black saw that he had a monstrous erection, he'd never hear the end of it.
"Where have you been, Severus?" Miss Prewett shouted, chastising her student for his lack of attention. "The rest of the class was just adding the final ingredients for Instant Soufflé. Apparently, you have better things to focus on!" She crossed her arms under her ample bosom and pursed her lips pursed into what he hoped was a mock frown. But it was rather hard to tell with the divine Molly Prewett. True, she was friendly "“ quite so "“ but she was by no means a pushover.
Her robes hung loose around her shapely body. She preferred to leave them open for her afternoon lessons, as the heat was rather stifling in the second-hand classroom she had been assigned for teaching the one-term class of "Home Survival Skills, Level 1" to Hogwarts' upper classmen. Molly had hoped to add a Level 2 class the next year "“ that is, if she had the time to continue teaching any classes at all. Few knew it, but she was secretly engaged to her former housemate, Arthur Weasley. She was aware that their impending marriage could bring her career aspirations to a screeching halt.
Severus ogled her as she spoke, a habit he had formed two days after first meeting the young professor. Quite often, she made him so hot that he had a most difficult time focusing on what she was saying. Today, the way her outfit clung to her delicious curves was so bloody intoxicating, he could barely take his eyes off of her. When she asked him a question"¦something about separating the eggs"¦he was barely aware that she was still scolding him.
"How do you ever expect to prepare yourself a decent meal if you never learn what you are doing in the kitchen?" she snapped.
But his mind moved had moved on to a different area of the house. With any luck, I'd be doing you in the bedroom, my sweet. You'd be sitting on my face, writhing in such exquisite pleasure, that you'd end up cooking for me...and then this class would be all for naught.
She darted about the room quickly and continued to reprimand him for daydreaming during her lecture. With each step she took, he could see her generous, firm breasts bounce up and down behind her soft ivory blouse. He blushed slightly as his trousers tightened in the front again.
Molly raged on, oblivious of the painful effects she was having on him. "Mr. Snape," she harped, "we may live in a rather old-fashioned world where the witch does all the cooking, housekeeping, and childrearing, while her husband goes off to work at the Ministry. But things are changing; wizards and witches are not marrying as young as they once were. People move away from their families more often than in the past. Some of them will have to look after their own basic needs; not everyone can afford house-elves or servants!"
"Yes, ma'am," he replied, his voice meek.
As he had feared would happen, the slime balls from the other side of the room, Potter, Black, Lupin, and Pettigrew, had all begun snickering at him ruthlessly, taking little bother to hide their amusement. Lily Evans, the only Gryffindor he could even tolerate, shushed them, calling their childish antics extremely rude. But when James Potter looked at her intently, licking his lips slowly and then winking at her, they shared a secret smile. A smile that told Severus he may well have lost his only friend in Gryffindor Tower "“ lost her to a stuck-up prat of a Seeker with an ego the size of the entire subcontinent of India. He sneered at the git.
God, I hope they never reproduce...well, not Evans so much, but certainly not Potter, anyway.
Thankfully, the arse-chewing had finally ended, and Severus did manage to whip up a halfway decent soufflé before class was over. At least that would at least keep him from earning a "Dreadful" from the teacher of his wet dreams. Why did she capture his fancy so? What was so special about her, when there were lovely girls his own age, like Lily Evans or even that Alice"¦oh, what was her last name again? Was it Molly's maturity, the way she simply oozed sensuality "“ or was he just a horny teenage boy, enthralled by her beautiful body?
The other students began clearing out of the classroom. He gathered his things and packed them away slowly, deliberately. The heavenly creature surprised him by calling his name once more.
"Severus? Would you mind staying, just for a moment or two?" she asked kindly.
He swallowed nervously. "I can't, Miss Prewett. I'm due in Transfiguration in five minutes."
"I'll write a note to your professor."
Seeing as he had no other choice, he shrugged. He set his things down as she motioned to a nearby table. "Come over here," she invited with a smile that exuded her warmth.
"Severus, I "“ it appears "“ to me, anyway "“ that you are becoming very distracted in class lately. I don't know why; perhaps you have a bit of a crush on someone," she said with a shrug.
Oh, dear God.
"Now, normally, I wouldn't say anything, as it is entirely your business"¦but it is beginning to hamper your everyday work and becoming a detriment to your learning. In fact, whatever's troubling you is greatly affecting your ability to do even the simplest tasks."
He fidgeted in his seat, squirming uncomfortably. He could feel the heat rising in his face.
She apologized, "Look, I'm terribly sorry if this is difficult for you. To be honest," she said with a nervous laugh, "I'm rather uncomfortable even bringing it up at all. Now, if it is a crush, I don't know who this girl is, nor do I want to know "“ but you simply must put her out of your thoughts so you can focus on your lessons. Do you think you can do that, Severus?"
He cleared his throat. "Yes, ma'am," the awkward teen murmured.
"Good. I'd hate to see you have to drop this class. I think you have a lot of potential for making a young witch very happy, helping her with her household duties and all," she said with a serene smile. "It's very admirable." She patted his hand gently; when her soft hand touched his, a flame of desire coursed through his body, and his erection threatened to return. He managed to catch himself in time, turning his thoughts to Goblin rebellions, formulas for complicated potions, and his roommate's bratty younger sister, Gertrude Goyle.
Molly rose to her feet. Once at her desk, she promptly inked her quill and wrote a brief note for his next professor, asking that his tardiness be excused.
"There you go, dear," she said. As she gave him the note, her hand brushed up against his cool, smooth fingers. Feeling his face flush once more, he left in haste.
~End~
Notes: I may have taken a few liberties with the canon (sorry-!), but I don't know of anywhere that it actually says Molly's age. Given that she home-schooled her children when they were small, I thought it might be plausible that she was a young professor fresh out of school before she got married. (All we really have to go on is the age of her children.) If it doesn't "add up" for you, just think of it as AU, in which I'll say she's no more than five years older than Snape.
Thanks for reading; please review/leave feedback!!
Author's Notes: This was written for a challenge (Snape and the Nubile Women Odd Pairings Challenge at the _Perving4Snape_ Livejournal community), which was in honor of Alan Rickman's 59th birthday. After all, if it weren't for Alan's outstanding theatrical skills and silky voice, we would all find Snape rather disgusting. And you've just got to give it up for a guy who makes Snape seem sexy. Happy belated birthday, you hottie!
This is my first challenge fic. Due to the ages of the characters in it, some may say it's alternate universe (AU). Thank you, fyrechild and sunshinefanfics for beta-reading this, and thanks to sunshinefanfics and sillysun22 for the opportunity. Now enjoy your pervy Snape in action-!
Hot for Teacher
"Ohhh, Severus, yes! Do it, yeah, just like that"¦yessss, that's right!!" the voluptuous redhead who lay beneath him screamed. He captured her lips with his, kissing her deeply, passionately, pushing his tongue into her honey-sweet mouth. When she finally broke free to catch her breath, she repositioned herself to allow for deeper penetration and moaned, "Oh, God, make me come, please, baby"”"
She adored his kisses. But it was his fingers that did her in every time"¦his gentle, unblemished fingers, which had barely known a broomstick since his first flying lesson almost six years ago. Not one callous or wart "“ they were perfect. They knew the art of a delicate touch, and she loved the way he touched her. As he always did, he stroked her gently, knowing just the right amount of pressure to apply and where she wanted it, needed it. He was an astute listener, a keen observer; he was a meticulous student, especially when it came to her body. He could watch her for hours and feel nothing but content.
Taking careful note of her responses, he knew just how to push her over the edge, falling into a blinding abyss of ecstasy. As he caressed her moist, warm center, her gasps became more erratic. She firmly grasped both her hands on his bum. She could feel it tighten with each exquisite stroke as he plunged into her warmth. It wasn't long till she was quivering. She began to howl loudly; when she did, he just couldn't wait any longer. His breathing hitched as he cried out involuntarily, the intensely pleasurable feelings she created in him overtaking his entire being.
As they lay there together basking in the glow of their lovemaking, she sighed. She kissed him, tasting his lips and nibbling on them teasingly. She rolled on top of him once more. The girl was on fire today, and he started to get hard again almost immediately. In between each passionate kiss, she whispered his name, saying it over and over. The fourth time she said it, she got a bit louder, then the fifth time, even louder until"”
"Severus. Severus Snape!" The young, auburn-haired professor commanded his attention to the front of her class. He felt his lily-white skin go beet-red as he looked up at the lovely Miss Prewett. He jolted in his seat as he wondered if he had accidentally murmured any of his fantasy aloud; he simply couldn't afford for it get out. All of it "“ his obsession with her, how greatly he desired her, how he ached to make slow, sweet, languid love to her every night "“ it had to remain his deeply personal secret.
Frustrated and embarrassed, he furrowed his brow. He nervously shifted his robes to keep his arousal from becoming too obvious; if Potter or Black saw that he had a monstrous erection, he'd never hear the end of it.
"Where have you been, Severus?" Miss Prewett shouted, chastising her student for his lack of attention. "The rest of the class was just adding the final ingredients for Instant Soufflé. Apparently, you have better things to focus on!" She crossed her arms under her ample bosom and pursed her lips pursed into what he hoped was a mock frown. But it was rather hard to tell with the divine Molly Prewett. True, she was friendly "“ quite so "“ but she was by no means a pushover.
Her robes hung loose around her shapely body. She preferred to leave them open for her afternoon lessons, as the heat was rather stifling in the second-hand classroom she had been assigned for teaching the one-term class of "Home Survival Skills, Level 1" to Hogwarts' upper classmen. Molly had hoped to add a Level 2 class the next year "“ that is, if she had the time to continue teaching any classes at all. Few knew it, but she was secretly engaged to her former housemate, Arthur Weasley. She was aware that their impending marriage could bring her career aspirations to a screeching halt.
Severus ogled her as she spoke, a habit he had formed two days after first meeting the young professor. Quite often, she made him so hot that he had a most difficult time focusing on what she was saying. Today, the way her outfit clung to her delicious curves was so bloody intoxicating, he could barely take his eyes off of her. When she asked him a question"¦something about separating the eggs"¦he was barely aware that she was still scolding him.
"How do you ever expect to prepare yourself a decent meal if you never learn what you are doing in the kitchen?" she snapped.
But his mind moved had moved on to a different area of the house. With any luck, I'd be doing you in the bedroom, my sweet. You'd be sitting on my face, writhing in such exquisite pleasure, that you'd end up cooking for me...and then this class would be all for naught.
She darted about the room quickly and continued to reprimand him for daydreaming during her lecture. With each step she took, he could see her generous, firm breasts bounce up and down behind her soft ivory blouse. He blushed slightly as his trousers tightened in the front again.
Molly raged on, oblivious of the painful effects she was having on him. "Mr. Snape," she harped, "we may live in a rather old-fashioned world where the witch does all the cooking, housekeeping, and childrearing, while her husband goes off to work at the Ministry. But things are changing; wizards and witches are not marrying as young as they once were. People move away from their families more often than in the past. Some of them will have to look after their own basic needs; not everyone can afford house-elves or servants!"
"Yes, ma'am," he replied, his voice meek.
As he had feared would happen, the slime balls from the other side of the room, Potter, Black, Lupin, and Pettigrew, had all begun snickering at him ruthlessly, taking little bother to hide their amusement. Lily Evans, the only Gryffindor he could even tolerate, shushed them, calling their childish antics extremely rude. But when James Potter looked at her intently, licking his lips slowly and then winking at her, they shared a secret smile. A smile that told Severus he may well have lost his only friend in Gryffindor Tower "“ lost her to a stuck-up prat of a Seeker with an ego the size of the entire subcontinent of India. He sneered at the git.
God, I hope they never reproduce...well, not Evans so much, but certainly not Potter, anyway.
Thankfully, the arse-chewing had finally ended, and Severus did manage to whip up a halfway decent soufflé before class was over. At least that would at least keep him from earning a "Dreadful" from the teacher of his wet dreams. Why did she capture his fancy so? What was so special about her, when there were lovely girls his own age, like Lily Evans or even that Alice"¦oh, what was her last name again? Was it Molly's maturity, the way she simply oozed sensuality "“ or was he just a horny teenage boy, enthralled by her beautiful body?
The other students began clearing out of the classroom. He gathered his things and packed them away slowly, deliberately. The heavenly creature surprised him by calling his name once more.
"Severus? Would you mind staying, just for a moment or two?" she asked kindly.
He swallowed nervously. "I can't, Miss Prewett. I'm due in Transfiguration in five minutes."
"I'll write a note to your professor."
Seeing as he had no other choice, he shrugged. He set his things down as she motioned to a nearby table. "Come over here," she invited with a smile that exuded her warmth.
"Severus, I "“ it appears "“ to me, anyway "“ that you are becoming very distracted in class lately. I don't know why; perhaps you have a bit of a crush on someone," she said with a shrug.
Oh, dear God.
"Now, normally, I wouldn't say anything, as it is entirely your business"¦but it is beginning to hamper your everyday work and becoming a detriment to your learning. In fact, whatever's troubling you is greatly affecting your ability to do even the simplest tasks."
He fidgeted in his seat, squirming uncomfortably. He could feel the heat rising in his face.
She apologized, "Look, I'm terribly sorry if this is difficult for you. To be honest," she said with a nervous laugh, "I'm rather uncomfortable even bringing it up at all. Now, if it is a crush, I don't know who this girl is, nor do I want to know "“ but you simply must put her out of your thoughts so you can focus on your lessons. Do you think you can do that, Severus?"
He cleared his throat. "Yes, ma'am," the awkward teen murmured.
"Good. I'd hate to see you have to drop this class. I think you have a lot of potential for making a young witch very happy, helping her with her household duties and all," she said with a serene smile. "It's very admirable." She patted his hand gently; when her soft hand touched his, a flame of desire coursed through his body, and his erection threatened to return. He managed to catch himself in time, turning his thoughts to Goblin rebellions, formulas for complicated potions, and his roommate's bratty younger sister, Gertrude Goyle.
Molly rose to her feet. Once at her desk, she promptly inked her quill and wrote a brief note for his next professor, asking that his tardiness be excused.
"There you go, dear," she said. As she gave him the note, her hand brushed up against his cool, smooth fingers. Feeling his face flush once more, he left in haste.
~End~
Notes: I may have taken a few liberties with the canon (sorry-!), but I don't know of anywhere that it actually says Molly's age. Given that she home-schooled her children when they were small, I thought it might be plausible that she was a young professor fresh out of school before she got married. (All we really have to go on is the age of her children.) If it doesn't "add up" for you, just think of it as AU, in which I'll say she's no more than five years older than Snape.
Thanks for reading; please review/leave feedback!!