Learning her lesson

Title : Learning her lesson.

Rating : NC - 17 / Adult.
Pairing : Severus / female character who\'ll be known at the end, Remus, with hints of Remus / same female character.

Kinks : Voyeurism, rough sex with light d/s and dom!Sev.
Notes : Constructive criticism is more than welcome, and as English isn\'t my mother tongue, I\'d appreciate any suggestion about vocabulary or structure. Please R & R.

Disclamer : Harry Potter\'s universe is the property of Rowling. The plot is mine.

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The door is half-open, and a light push is enough for me to come in without catching his attention. He\'s sitting at his desk, as usual, and I slip into a corner of the classroom, the darkness made unnecessary by the Cloak, but comforting all the same.

Once in place, I take my time to study him in detail. His entire body is concealed beneath the coarse fabric of his teaching robes, his figure blending with the constant half-darkness of the dungeons, as dark as the features set on his face.

Severus Snape, Potions Master of Hogwarts, is not what you could call an Adonis. His greasy hair, yellow teeth and hooked nose are far from attractive. But the fools who dwell over such details don\'t deserve to see his own, true beauty. The natural elegance of his voice, his gait, his smallest movements. The fire burning the depths of his black eyes when he\'s shaking with desire. The way his pale skin glows in the dim light of a candle ... just like now.

The torches hung up on the walls cast a reddish flush on his cheek, making him look healthier, almost pleasant ... almost. A knowing smile curves my lips when I see the stern look on his face and hear the desperate sigh escaping his thin lips. No doubt he\'s grading some Hufflepuff or Gryffindor\'s essays.

His quill dances on the parchment, tracing the words of a snarky comment, his free hand gently rubbing his temple when a light knock on the doorframe breaks the silence. He looks up and stares blankly at the door. Soon, a second knock follows, as hesitant as the first, and Severus waits a little longer before answering with a barked \" Come in\".

Here she is. Her open robes reveal her school uniform, charmed to fit her grown body. Her polished shoes shine slightly and her light hair is neatly tied in a loose ponytail.

Severus stands up abruptly.

\" Van- \"

He freezes, eying her up and down, taking in her uniform.

\" ... Miss Redgrave ... \"

His voice is tentative.

\" Yes, Professor Snape. \"

His eyes narrow briefly before regaining their collected expression, a quick twitch of his lips the only sign of his understanding.

\" Miss Redgrave. To what do I owe the pleasure of this late visit ? \"

She walks in hesitantly, her manicured fingers playing with the hem of her robes. She\'s such a good actress.

\" I\'m sorry, Professor. I know I shouldn\'t be here past curfew ... \"

\" Right. You should be in your bed. Sleeping. \"

\" I know, Sir, but ... I couldn\'t, I ... I just ... couldn\'t ... \"

\" And what, pray tell, is preventing you from doing what you should ? \"

\" I ... I don\'t know, Professor, I ... please, help me ! I don\'t know what\'s happening to me, I ... I can\'t stop thinking about ... things ... \"

Her voice trails off and one of Severus\' eyebrows rises up questioningly.

\" What sort of things ? \"

\" Bad things ... forbidden things ... \"

A thick silence fills the room, finally broken by Severus\' impatient voice.

\" Miss Redgrave, if you want me to help you, you must tell me everything. \"

Her eyes drop to the floor and she takes in a deep breathe.

\" I ... I think about ... you, Sir ... \"

Severus stares at her in silence, and soon she\'s babbling, her eyes never leaving the floor.

\" I know it\'s bad, I know it\'s ... wrong, but ... I can\'t help myself, I can\'t ... stop thinking of you ... of your eyes, your voice ... your hands ... \"

The last words are soft, barely a whisper, and a deep flush colors her creamy skin.

\" I\'ll help you, Miss Redgrave. \"

She looks up, her hopeful eyes finally resting on her professor, and she opens her mouth, ready to thank him but Severus interrupts her.

\" But you must do what I tell you. You must trust me. \"

\" Oh yes ! Yes, Sir ! I trust you ! \"

Satisfied by her enthusiastic outburst, Severus moves his chair away from the desk and sits, beckoning her.

\" Come here. \"

She obeys, coming to a stand between her professor and the desk.

\" Kneel. \"

She seems to hesitate slightly but complies. Severus takes her face in his hands and she closes her eyes, surrendering. The Potions Master\'s rough fingers trace her features, delicately, almost reverently, belying the heat of his gaze.

\" So beautiful. So innocent. \"

Slowly, he releases her hair, untangling the strands methodically before grabbing them, pulling her face to his, crushing his thin lips on hers.

Surprised, she whimpers faintly, but soon, the whimpers turn into moans and she extends an arm, willing to touch him, but he catches her wrist in one hand and brings it back to her chest, his fingers grazing her breast, making her gasp, and he breaks the kiss.
She\'s panting, her lips swollen and red, bruised by his forceful kiss.

\" I\'ll take care of you. \"

He rises and yanks her to her feet, grabbing her waist to sit her on the desk with an abrupt motion.

\" Be still. \"

Locking her nape in a vice-like grip, he claims her mouth savagely, his free hand disappearing in her robes.

Taking a deep breathe, I concentrate on calming my racing heart and harsh panting, while I slip along the wall, going round the desks to have a better view. My new spot, near the black board, allows me to see Severus\' hand disengaging her shirt from the waistband of her skirt, before sneaking under the soft fabric.

Soon his clever fingers are caressing her breasts, making her moan loudly when he releases her mouth, his own tracing her jaw, biting and sucking the white flesh of her neck. Mesmerized by the sight, I let my hand venture toward my groin, ghost over my throbbing cock, and I smile when I notice that my sweetheart has the same idea.

One of her fine hands slides under her skirt and she spreads her tights wider to grant it better access. I shake my head over her mistake.

Alerted by her movements, Severus pulls back and his black gaze falls on her adventurous hand before settling on her flushed face. The hand resting on the back of her neck forces her head down and the other slides to her throat, squezzing it forcefully while he leans over her, pinning her down with his taller body, his face only millimeters from hers, spitting angrily.

\" I told you to be still. Bad girl. Stupid girl. How am I supposed to help you when you don\'t obey me ? \"

His fist tightens on her throat and she writhes beneath him, forcing the words out of her mouth between her choked sobs.

\" ... pl-please Professor ... I ... I want to be a goo-good girl ... please ... he-help me ... make me good ... make me obey ... \"

Severus\' lips distort in a feral smile.

\" I will. \"

He straightens up suddenly and undoes her blue and bronze tie, using it to bind her hands over her head.

\" I\'ll make you a good girl. \"

He yanks her shirt open, sending the tiny buttons flying all over the room, hitting the floor, the board, me. Bending down, he devours her collarbone, her breasts, her stomach, making her cry out and arch, seeking more of his violent touch. One of his hands holds her hip, preventing her from falling with the force of her movements, but the other has left her body.

I can\'t see it, but my sharpened senses perceive the sounds of fabric and I know he\'s fumbling with his own robes, pushing them aside, opening his trousers. My blood races.

A last bite to her hard nipple and he looks up. His voice is low and husky.

\" I\'ll make you the best. \"

He lifts her skirt up and surges forward. She screams.

Not bothering with her comfort, he pulls out and slams back in savagely, as he always does. Now both of his hands are holding her hips, forcing her to take the full force of each of his thrusts.

She\'s babbling again.

\" ... yes ... the best ... for you ... only you ... always ... \"

She knows he can\'t stand it but she carries on, \'cause her babbling will push him far beyond his limits, and the three of us know how much she craves his violence, his rage.

And he gives in, pounding into her with all his force, his rage, making her cry and plead and come. Lost in her ecstasy, she gives herself for his pleasure, opening her legs wider, yielding her bruised body to his feral pace until, with a deep grunt, he empties himself in her wet heat.

Panting, he pulls out and staggers before falling in his chair.

\" I don\'t like to repeat myself, but to what do I owe the pleasure of this late visit, Vance ? \"

Emmeline looks up weakly, but her eyes are still foggy and vague, so I decide to take the matter in hand. Stepping out of the Cloak, I approach the desk.

\" Happy birthday, Severus ! \"

The Potions Master stiffens and his head shots in my direction.

\" Lupin ! \"

His eyes narrow and wander from me to Emmeline before settling on me.

\" You wicked beast ! You were the one to plot all of this, weren\'t you ? \"

I try my best innocent look - puppy eyes number 4 - but Severus only glares harder and I can\'t hide my satisfied grin anymore.

\" Why, Severus, I thought you\'d enjoy some change in your school routine ! Besides, your birthday isn\'t every day ! \"

Slowly, Severus\' features soften and a half-smile curves his lips, soon followed by a dry laugh.

\" I must admit that I agree with you ... for once. \"

I chuckle and turn to Emmeline. She\'s still lying on the desk, her flushed and bruised skin shining with perspiration, Severus\' seed trickling down her inner tighs. The very image of debauchery and lust.

And in spite of that, she still looks so beautiful in her old school uniform, so innocent, like a fallen angel, the sweetest sin, and my cock grows harder at the thought.

She tries to straighten up but her bound hands are in the way.

\" Here, let me help you, Emmy. \"

In two strides I\'m at the desk, my fingers on the knots. She turns her face to me and the air gets stuck in my chest. Her cheeks are pink, her lips so red they seem covered with blood and her eyes ... so dark they\'re almost black.

A smile flickers over her lips and her voice is raspy from screaming.

\" Why, Professor ! Don\'t want to take your turn in the game ? \"

I freeze and turn to Severus. He gets up from his chair in a graceful motion, a knowing smile betraying his arousal in spite of the iron in his voice.

\" It seems that Miss Redgrave has not learned her lesson yet, Professor Lupin. Pity. \"

I answer his smile with one of my own and reply in my best Professor voice.

\" Don\'t worry, Professor Snape. I\'m sure I\'ll find the appropriate punishment ... \"

Settling between her enticing tighs, I unzip my trousers, wondering vaguely what Harry would say if he knew why I borrowed his Cloak tonight.


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