The Room of Requirement

Room of Requirement

This will be a short NC-17 fic, pre end of HBP, bondage, mild S&M. You have been warned! All Characters except Jenny belong to JKR, the usual warnings, etc. I\'m not making one thin dime off of this! Thanks go to Riley for the quote “the power of pleasure,” from her fic “Pawn to a Queen,” to Ravenclawgirrl for Teambuilding (an HG/SS fic), to Quillusion for “The Gift Horse” another HG/SS) and to all the other wonderful authors of SS stories out there. He is a great character to write. For those who have not read HBP or finished it there are some slight spoilers!


Severus Snape was weary. It showed in his face when he let his guard down, which he seldom ever did. He looked at his reflection. He was older-appearing than his years with pronounced frown lines. The few who knew him well – really the one – would say it was stress. Most would say that all he did was frown so maybe things just got stuck that way. So many years of living lies and a double life – the real man long gone beneath the many compartments he placed facets of his personality. He had been insecure as life had been unkind to him. He had been loved by his mother, but, alas, she herself had little joy in life and precious less to give to her son. She was also brilliant yet not favored with good looks or sweet temperament. Her husband – a muggle – was ultimately unhappy with his lot in life and threatened by a wife and son with brilliance and abilities he did not comprehend. He assumed he could bully and beat it out of the child, but he only succeeded in creating an insecure man with a desire to have power over others. Power gained not by brute force but by cunning and subterfuge. Yes, Severus Snape had a sadistic streak. Tormented as a youth, he turned first to a false god who skillfully preyed on his need for power and respect for his abilities. Severus was creating and utilizing dark spells before others of his age were barely learning to hold their wands. He was determined to prove himself, despite his half-blood status. He then realized that even greater power lay in controlling one’s mind. He sought to discipline himself utterly, further cutting his head off from his heart. He saw emotion as a weakness and as an Achilles Heel that enemies could exploit. He was an island. No one could harm him.

Severus realized that what the Dark Lord really had in mind was sheer madness. Salvation did not lie in the hands of a monomaniacal Ahab of the wizarding world who allowed his followers to indulge in their deepest and most depraved desires. Severus never really enjoyed senseless torture and killing. He preferred more cerebral challenges and disliked dirtying himself as the others did. He especially was bored with harming muggles. Not that he thought much of them; he sought to distance himself from his muggle father and that family, but he didn’t see that it was a suitable match of abilities. Wizards were just by nature superior.

Time was running out and he knew it. He knew that the Unbreakable Vow sealed his fate as nothing ever had. He went to Albus - the man who knew him best. The man to whom he laid bare his soul as he had to no other. He lied to Narcissa and Bellatrix when he led them to believe he had spun a phony tale of remorse. He lied when he called the Dark Lord the greatest Legilimens. Truly it was Albus Dumbledore. One evening in the forest outside Hogwarts castle they spoke of what seemed destined to come. He didn’t want to do it. He appealed to Dumbledore, but it was to no avail. He was tired and wanted all of this to end. He didn’t think he wanted to go through with the Vow as both of them knew truly what Draco’s task must be. Dumbledore would have none of it. He knew that, now, both Harry and Severus were more useful to the time ahead than he. Dumbledore had almost revealed to Harry the true nature of Severus’ conversion. Almost. Unfortunately, he knew the boy’s mind to be so open – Occlumency training having utterly failed – that Severus would be betrayed in an instant and all the years of work would be for naught. No, Severus needed to be at the side of the Dark Lord to be able to assist in his demise. This is where Albus hoped the man would find redemption and peace.


For now, Severus needed a healthy distraction. He needed some pure physical release, but not with anyone who would be connected to this world, not with anyone who could pose a threat to him. He needed more than a whore and less than a wife. A certain room and the magic within would do the trick. He suggested Severus visit the Room of Requirement. Severus regarded him skeptically – what did the old man assume he required? Severus asked as much. With an annoying twinkle in his eye, Dumbledore reminded him that though old, he remembered what it was like to be a wizard in his prime and he remembered just what the needs of a wizard could be. “I find the company of a lovely female does wonders for the spirit, my boy.” Left with that parting shot, Severus went back to the dungeons, sat back in a favorite chair with a glass of elf-made wine and pondered his next move. It had been a very long dry spell. There was the exception of the occasional self-stimulatory release or what was available at a Dark Revel, but Severus shied away from physical contact. Perhaps it was because so much of his experience was painful. Perhaps it was a way to control. Maybe this was the side effect of life as a spy – keeping away from entanglements, and all things emotional. It had been ages since he had the pleasure of a soft, warm and appreciative companion. Hell, women never found him attractive, did they? Severus wondered what sort of woman would appear in that room. Would she want him as well? He supposed that she would be there because she required him. He imagined her, voluptuous and firm with large, ripe breasts and a sweet, tight cunt. More than anything he desired a woman that would allow him control. He was – as in potion making and other endeavors – a man who took a slow, subtle and thorough approach, He knew the human body and physiologic responses well enough. He even had a couple of potions (highly prized, of course) that could be utilized to great effect. He was all tightly controlled passion – controlled until he could pound away into her after pushing her near insanity with waiting. He wanted to make her beg. He desired submission from a lover. He wanted one place in the world and in his life where he was in control and answered to no one. He was an expert at pleasure and pleasurable pain. The power of pleasure. Yes, this is what he needed. Severus placed his glass on the table and got up to bathe and change. He had plans for the evening.


Next Chapter up soon, and there will be loads of lemony goodness, I promise!