Secrets, Desire, and The Potions Master

Disclaimer: Severus Snape and all other Harry Potter characters belong to J.K. Rowling. The nameless original character within the following story is (c) to the author; Ami E. Bowen. Many thanks to Bekithewitch over on livejournal.com for brit-picking the story as well as catching any grammarical and spelling errors. Thank you so much for your hard work and dedication! This story is dedicated to MizBitch2you, again from livejournal.com. Because I promised!

Rated: NC-17 for extremely adult situations. Graphic depictions of sexual situations! Read at your own risk!

Notes: The narrator is a sixth year transferred student at Hogwarts. She is seventeen years of age. An adult in the wizarding world, for anyone who may have had concerns... Now, for those who have concerns regarding the ethics of certain relationships between a student and teacher...well, go read something else, then! Both characters herein are consenting adults and that should account for something!

Secrets, Desire and The Potions Master
By Ami E. Bowen

Ugh, I had been here for a week and still managed to sleep through my alarm clock. Granted, someone could have charmed it to not go off when it was clearly suppose to. Scrambling from my bed, I blinked the sleep dust from my eyes and glanced around the room. It was a havoc of sixth year girls like myself rushing to dress and race to class. Not the entire dorm, just those, like myself, who suffer from that dreaded ailment: no-alarm-clocky-ringey... Blech. Just my luck that my first class was Potions with Professor Gloom Cookie himself, Severus Snape.

Oh, I knew I was gonna catch hell for my lateness...again. Great, I thought as I donned my robes and ran a comb through my dark brown hair, quickly plaiting it down my back and flipping the hastily made braid across one shoulder, he said if I was late once more that I'd have to spend detention with him. A secret part of my put-away-heart thought that might not be such a bad thing. Snape was surly, cross, nearly cruel almost, but there was no denying he had a certain...hidden sexiness about him. Lurking just under the surfuce, a dangerous flicker of something that had me curious and frightened at the same time. I didn't know what I thought about spending any time alone with him, but I suppose I would just have to face my fears, so to speak.

"Hey, You're really going to be late if you don't hurry!" One of the girls peered back into the dorm to shake her head at me before ducking back out again. I know that, I thought, with sarcasm, I wasn't born yesterday! This school was so not like the one I attended before. There was so much to learn, so many new things I had to get used to. One the first day, I spent three hours locked within a wardrobe because one of the boys had played a trick on me and had bade me enter the closet, at which he charmed the handles off the door, thus locking me inside.

It was humilating, to say the least, when they finally had to call a teacher to come right the problem. But, ever since then I've been known as 'Wardrobe Girl'. Not a very honorable title, I know. The next night was spent weeping my eyes out into my pillow and wishing I could just go home. It was becoming a tad easier to cope, now that I've crossed the week mark. As I made my way through the dark and dismal corridor, the path winding down a length of stone steps, I had to be careful not slip on the dampness of the stone I walked upon.

Bits of moss and mushrooms grew in crevices the lower I went, surviving in the darkness and the wetness better than they would in the sunlight above. With a last deep breath and an inner scolding at myself to get that alarm clock fixed or tossed for a new one, I pushed open the door to the dungeon classroom where Professor Snape held his Potions lessons. "Well, well, I'm so glad that you decided to forgo your beauty rest in order to join us here today," Snape's voice, scathing in it's sardonic nature, was aimed towards me as I carefully slipped into one of the seats near the rear of the room, trying, unsucessfully, to dip down far enough in my chair to not be noticed.

Yeah, right. I might as well have come bouncing in on the back of a Hippogriff! "You'll be spending your time after the evening meal with me." He informed me, before turning to the rest of the class to inform them of a particularily difficult potion they had the rest of the class to finish...or else! I groaned inwardly as I realized I had somehow forgotten my books...again. I reached over and tapped another sixth year on the shoulder. She turned around in her seat, her mass of thick coppery-brown hair bouncing with the movement. She grinned and at me and realized, when I spread my hands to show helplessness, what was amiss. "Don't worry, I'll let you share my book..." she said, but before she could leave her own seat and step back a few paces to sit down next to me, Professor Snape turned around from the front of the room and summoned the girl to the front of the room.

"Miss Granger, if our new student couldn't be bothered to remember to bring her own supplies than it hardly falls to you to assist her. Do you understand?" She merely nodded, her face turning crimson, as she slid back into her seat. Staring at me with those onyx-hued eyes, he went on, "Maybe next time you'll be a little more prepared for my class. Fifty points deducted from your House." Around me I heard muffled groans from other members of my House and felt their eyes on me, boring into me. I wanted to kick myself and then throw myself from the top of the castle.

A bit rash, I know, and I'd never stoop to trying to off myself, but my thoughts were running pretty murky right about then. I sunk lower in my seat and spent the rest of the class time observing the other students and their various bubbling mixtures of something or other. After a small boy's potion exploded all over the classroom, (leaving everything dripping with some kind of pink gelatinous goo), I had ducked beneath my table to avoid being hit again. A glob of salmon-colored gunk slid down my hair and off the tip of my braid. Eeew! I grabbed onto my braid and shook the stuff off, not wanting it to seep towards my skin. Who knows what might happen!

It was a little over two or three minutes before order was restored and I was coaxed out from under the table. The first thing I noticed, of course, was the mocking sneer plastured upon Professor Snape's sallow visage as he watched the girl who'd tried to help me tugging my arm as she led me out from under my shelter. I couldn't take much more of this, I really couldn't. "Class dismissed." Professor Snape snapped suddenly, "I will expect you here at six o'clock this evening. Do try not to be late. If you can manage that much," he said to me before dismissing me with a wave of his hand before he turned back to his desk and the pile of papers left there for him to grade.

"Oooh, You really should try to do better in his class," Hermione Granger said, her face taking on a pinched look, "And get rid of that alarm clock! It's obviously been tampered with!"

I nodded, chewing my lower lip in the habit I was wont to do whenever I became upset or nervous. I excused myself and made my way to my next class, my mind all the time centered around my upcoming detention with Professor Snape. The rest of my classes went fairly well, even though I overheard someone saying I was about as absent-minded as Luna Lovegood. I had ran across the engimatic, dreamy-voiced young Ravenclaw a few times and found nothing wrong with her, other than, as they said, her absent-mindedness. Still, she seemed nicer than some people I could name!

"What grade did you get in Herbology?" someone touched my elbow as I was leaving my last class and I turned to see a slightly overweight girl with curling dark hair, "I don't think I did too well, myself," she said, in a friendly manner. I felt a bit sorry for her. It quickly became clear that she had very few friends and seemed to be the butt of several jokes. "Don't worry. Neither did I," I said, to make her feel better.

In fact, Herbology was my best subject, so far. I was sure I'd gotten a rather decent grade. But, I didn't want to make her feel bad, so I fibbed a bit for her sake. "I guess we need to study more, huh?" she nodded and I pardoned myself before brushing past her. "Excuse me," I said, realizing the time had come for me to face the music, so to speak, "I have detention right now...I have to go before I'm late..."

"Oh? With who?" she asked, slipping along next to me and walking, univited, with me, out of the classroom and down the hallway, "I'll walk with you. I don't have any classes for the next three hours..."

"Professor Snape." I informed her and watched the color visibly drain from her face. Quick as if someone had planted the command into her brain, she stopped in her tracks. "Uh, I-I just remembered... I have...something t-to do right now...Good luck! Talktoyalaterbye!" I shook my head as she stammered through an excuse not to finish walking with me to the dungeon classroom, her parting words coming out of her mouth so fast they ran all together.

I waved absently, knowing she couldn't see as she'd rounded a corner and continued on my way. Hmm, well, no wonder she doesn't have any friends, if she deserts them in times of need. But, I really couldn't blame her. If I were in her shoes, I'd probably have done the same thing. Professor Snape was nothing if not intimitatingly scary. Especially to self-doubting, scapegoats like her. I just wished that I could fool myself as easily as I apparently had fooled her, into believing I owned even the smallest amount of confidence. Ugh. Right. I was about as confident as...as...some unconfidant creature!

"Ah, Just on time. Wonders never cease, do they?" Professor Snape said as I entered the classroom. I noticed that he did not raise his eyes from the parchment he was busily grading with sharp flicks of his wand. He sat at his desk and did not speak as I automatically stepped towards my customary seat. "Sit near the front, please." He said, before my buttocks could brush the coolness of the wooden chair. He still hadn't glanced up, even to make sure I was the correct student!

I didn't know if that made me angry or afraid...or a little bit of both. I did as he bid and found a seat across from his desk. I waited for him to finish with his work, bracing my elbows on the tabletop and resting my chin within the heels of my hands. I watched him and waited. Well, if this was all that was going to happen, me being bored to death while he graded papers, I suppose I could handle a few more hours of this...

As he continued to flick his wand over the stack of papers, one by one, my mind began to drift and as I watched him, I became aware, once more, of a certain attractive within the lanky, pallid-skinned man. Even with his thick, greasy-looking black hair hanging like a dismal curtain over his face, and his perpetual scowl, I could see it.

My own face began to burn as my thoughts began to work their way beneath his drab, dark robes to what might lie beneath. Please, don't let him look up now. I thought, knowing that my face would have held nothing secret. I don't think I'd be able to handle it if he knew what I was thinking just then. I suppose I should have just looked down or pretended to tie my trainer, even though it was not untied, or do something other than continue to gape at him like a fish that had been recently yanked from it's watery home.

Finally, when I thought he'd never be finished, he waved his wand once more and all the newly graded papers shuffled themselves and disappeared from view. Probably into a desk drawer, I thought. Before I knew it, he was standing over me, waiting for me to aknowlege him. I looked up, knowing a smudge of rose was still apparent upon the peaches and cream of my complexion and wished that my skin wasn't so fair that every time I blushed it stood out in livid splotches. "You have been here at least one week now, is this correct?" he asked, at which I nodded, "And it seems that every class you have with me, you're late.

Can you perhaps explain to me why that is? Is your bed so comfortable that you find it difficult to leave it in the morning?" I shook my head, and he went on, leaning down to stare into my eyes, his hands upon the table in front of me, his face inches from my own. I could feel his breath, it smelled slightly of something bitter, yet not all together unpleasant. Whiskey maybe? Or something similiar.

"Do you find fault with my teaching skills? Maybe you're just too bored to be bothered with arriving on time to my class. Or...perhaps someone is locking you inside wardrobes again?" I bristled at his tone. That wasn't fair! It wasn't my fault that had happened! But, I knew he would never let me live it down. So, I choose the wisest course of action. Which was to say, I said nothing.

As I turned my face away, he did something that so unexpected I didn't know how to react. Grasping my chin in his hand, he jerked my face back towards him, and sneered down at me, as he forced me to look up at him. A moment passed. A heartbeat. A heartbeat within a heartbeat. And he released my face as if burned.

I didn't know what had happened. I had felt something tingling near my scalp, like an army of ants had suddenly erupted from my skull to scurry through my hair, only, it felt deeper...within...as if they had penetrated into my head and were running pell-mell through my brain. It was an all together strange and frightening experience. Just my luck that the residual perverted thoughts had been about to flee right before he'd touched me.

A strange look crossed his features, a flicker of shadow mingled with disgust and...something that might have been...something more. Lust? No, that couldn't be it. Could it? Curiosity. That was more likely it. Slow as I was to perceive things at times, I became aware that he'd somehow entered my mind when he'd grasped my face. For a slip second he'd seen everything I had been thinking, and probably feeling as well.

Mental blocks had never been my strong point. I mean, a person only had to glance briefly into my eyes to be able to read me like a textbook. I became aware of the silent stillness within the room and fought the urge to get up and race for the door. Which I knew without looking would be locked. I had such bad luck with doors. "So," he finally relented, his voice slicing through the silence like a hot knife through half-melted butter, "Just how long have you been entertaining such ideas about me?"

Oh, god! He wanted me to answer him?! I couldn't do that! I felt my skin prickle with heat once more and squirmed in my seat, wanting the floor to open up and swallow me. However, floors never open up and swallow you when they should. It remained cold and unyeilding beneath the legs of the chair I sat upon. He waited for a reply and I was loath to give him one.

"I...I don't know..." I lied, trying to look anywhere but at him, "A few days ago..." Well, it was almost true. I'd been having strange, vivid, very, very sensual dreams about him nightly even since I'd entered his classroom for the first time. I didn't want to think I had a crush on him because that was just so...first year. I looked up to find him striding back towards the front of the room, leaning against his desk as he crossed his arms over his chest. He regarded me for a moment.

Long enough to make me wonder what the hell he was thinking. This waiting and wondering was enough to drive a person mad! I think he knew that though. "Stand up and come here." he said, his voice held a tinge of threat. I knew there would be no quarrelling with that tone. I stood up and walked up to him, realizing, not for the first time, that he was nearly the same height as I. Uncrossing his arms, I stood stock-still as he lifted one hand to trace the side of my face, an almost tender, experimental gesture.

"Try not to flinch." he said, his tone as sarcastic as it had always been, "I won't hurt you." What was going on? He wasn't about to... Oh. my. god. He was! I didn't have time to move away or scream or anything as he leaned forward a bit and placed his mouth against my own. A jolt of electricity flew up my spine and my eyes grew wide with shock.

He did nothing more than press his lips to my own, for a breif span of a moment, with one hand still cupping my cheek. He did not even raise his other hand from where he'd allowed it to drop near his side. As he pulled away from me, I blinked, gasping for air, wondering just when the world had turned upside-down. "Is that what you had in mind?" he asked, smirking at me as I tried to regain some sense of balance, "Something a little more exciting that the inside of a closet, I would imagine."

"W-why..." I began, clearing my throat and trying again, "Why did you...d-do that?"

Instead of answering me, he closed his eyes breifly, opened them and said; "You enjoyed that. I could feel it."

No.

"Oh, yes, you did." had I spoken aloud? But, I couldn't have...could I? "And you did not wish me stop, did you?"

How could I answer that? I couldn't! I wanted to deny what he was saying, but I couldn't. I just couldn't. Did that make me a bad person? I didn't know. These were questions and doubts I could not begin to understand. I took an involuntary step backwards, still attempting to get my heart under control. Right now it felt as it were about to burst through my ribcage and land on the dungeon floor. This was not what I had in mind when he told me to show up for detention tonight! Not at all! What the hell was going on, exactly?

"What's the matter? Isn't this what you wanted?" he asked, his voice silk and honey over gravel, mocking me with every syllable, inching closer to me as I continued to back away, not sure what to do. "I saw all the filthy little thoughts inside that skull of yours," he said, tapping the side of my head with a finger, a bit roughly. I remained silent, biting my tongue so hard I could taste coppery blood. I swallowed and realized that, in the course of a few moments, he had walked me backwards until I was pressed against the far wall of the classroom. With no where to flee, I felt as trapped and helpless as an infant in the face of a wolf pack.

"What are...you...doing?" I managed to get out as he closed the distance between us, placing both his hands upon my face, to tilt my head towards his own. I felt his tongue trace my slightly parted lips before he replied against my mouth, "Surely you are intelligent enough to figure it out for yourself." his breath mingled with my own and my heart began a fierce new rythym. I felt his hands, large and strong, sliding up the side of my robes, to cup one of my breasts through the fabric of my clothes. I gasped agianst his mouth as my nipples began to harden painfully to his ministrations. I should push him away. I should. I knew I should.

But, I just couldn't. My senses were all ready awash with strange tingling feelings I had no name for and my legs were growing weak as his tongue darted, almostly shyly, about the inside of my mouth. My own hands had remained lowered at my sides and now, unbidden, they rose to flutter helplessly about his black-clad shoulders, like small birds eager for a place to perch.

Before I could do as I instinctly wanted, which was to grab him by the shoulders and pull him to me, disregarding that annoying little crow in the back of my mind warning me to cease this before it was too late, he slipped his hand from my breast, leaned away from my swollen mouth and snapped both of my hands back against the wall behind me. Holding me there, my arms pinned slightly above me, he regarded me with eyes like cold onyx, yet I could see the flicker of a spark just beneath the surface.

"You are not allowed to touch me," he said, in the same familar, slightly sarcastic, mocking tone I was becoming used to hearing from him, "Do I make myself clear?"

I nodded, trembling and trying not to show that I was shaken. He held my wrists easily with his own hands. I could feel the dankness of the stone wall against the backs of my hands and my arms where the sleeves of my robes had fallen to gravity's mercy. A small whimper of protest, or encouragement slipped from my throat as he began to grind his hips slowly against my own, agonizingly slow.

Even through the material of our collected robes and the clothing beneath them, I could feel his arousal. "I am going to release your hands...do try to keep them to yourself...or I will be forced to deduct another fifty points from your House." I couldn't be sure if he were serious or not, but I decided not to tempt fate and allowed my arms to fall back to my sides. Lowering his mouth to my throat, I cringed as I felt the sharpness of his teeth grazing the tender skin near my carotid artery.

His tongue fluttered a moment over my pulse, as he nearly broke through my skin with his teeth. I was so distracted by what he was doing to my neck, and the tender pain therein that I'd failed to notice what, exactly, he was doing with his hands. Until I felt a slight draft and realized, belatedly, that he had drawn my robes apart and had snaked one hand beneath my blouse.

I wondered if he could feel the thudding of my heart as his fingers crept up beneath my bra. I couldn't help my sudden start when I felt the coldness of his hand against the hot, bareness of one of my breasts. As he continued to torment me with the movements of his hips against my own, I felt a tale-tell dampness begin to seep from deep within me and I knew that I wanted this. I did not care any longer if it were right or wrong. All that mattered was that he stop this torture! "P-please..." I began, begging for him to either cease and leave me alone, or get on with it all ready!

"Please what?" he asked, as I attempted to touch him, to end this agony. Again he grasped my hands before they could do no more than hover near, "Please, continue? Or please stop? Which is it?"

"Just..." I tried, feeling dizzy, "Please...s-stop...I mean...don't stop..." My mind and body were swirling with so much sensation that words came difficult to me. But, I am sure he was able to understand what I was attempting to say. At least, I hoped so! Suddenly, he backed away from me and drew his wand. I instinctively cringed and began to duck, when someone raises a wand in your general direction, you tend to become a bit jumpy. But, he wasn't attempting to harm me. He'd said earlier that he wouldn't hurt me.

I wanted so much to believe this was true. I heard a clanging noise behind and slightly above me and suddenly, before I knew what, exactly, was happening, he'd placed my wrists within the chill confines of a pair of dangling manacles, which, I noticed when I glanced upwards and to my left, were suspended from the ceiling by thick chains to snake down the dungeon wall.

"What are you doing?" I asked, the panic in my voice causing it to crack. I didn't want to be chained to a freakin' wall! This is madness! But, he just stared at me for a long moment before saying; "It seems I can't trust you to keep your hands to yourself. So, I hope you can understand that I had no other course. Oh," he said, almost as an afterthought, "Fifty points deducted. Maybe soon you will learn to do as you are told."

I had hardly heard him utter the words, damning my House to the loss of yet another fifty points. At this moment in time, I have to say I could have cared less. He could deduct points from my House until he-who-shall-not-be-named comes striding in on a purple elephant wearing a pink tutu with jingle-bells in his hair!

I wriggled a bit and realized that, in spite of my awkward positioning, I really wasn't extremely uncomfortable. My feet were still planted firmly upon the stone floor of the classroom. Yet, I was now completely at his mercy, if he had any! I found the sensation at once terrifying and extremely erotic. I had never felt anything like this in my entire life. Granted, I had never been chained to a wall in a state of vertigo-inspiring arousal, either.

What the hell was he doing now? He had walked away from me, leaving me...well, hanging. I watched him stride back to his desk, leisurely, as if he had all the time in world, the black robes about his form ruffling a bit in the wake of the breeze he created by his movements. I watched, with half-lidded eyes, impatiently, as rummaged about his desk for a few moments. What was he doing?

I strained to see over the top of his large desk. I sighed audibly, becoming irritated with waiting. If was going to do something with me, why can't he just get on with it, all ready! Then I realized. He was doing this on purpose! The bastard knew exactly what he was doing. He was punishing me for my earlier transgressions. Damn him. Damn him.

I was just about to scream at him something foul that had to do with his parentage when he stood up from behind his desk. I heard a drawer scrap closed and he strode back towards me. I looked up to catch the look of chill calculation inter-mixed with an undeniable lust. It took a few moments for my gaze to flick downward to what he now held within his hands. A length of dark material.

It shimmered silkily as he turned it, holding it up for me to inspect. "A little...experiment..." he said, by way of explaination, as I felt his body close to mine once more, his arms near my head as he slipped the length of dark fabric across my face and slipped it up over my eyes, obscuring my vision. I felt him tie it about the back of my head, tugging a bit to make sure the knot held true. I had my eyes closed, but I knew, even had I decided to open them, I could see nothing.

Since I could no longer see, I had to rely upon my other senses. I strained to hear what he was doing. His breathing was steady, not labored as mine was becoming. In fact, it was difficult to hear anything over the sudden gasps of air filling my lungs. I was hungry with anticipation. Just when I was about to throw caution to the winds and begin to cry and plead, I felt his hands upon my shoulders, drawing away my robes. I was wearing a dark gray skirt, that was ankle-length, cotton and very comfortable.

I also wore my favourite peach colored blouse that my mother had given me on my birthday last month. Of course I wore shoes. Trainers. Because my sense of fashion went right out the window when it came to comfortable footwear. As his hands drifted beneath my blouse, and I felt his fingers splayed across my stomach, my thoughts left the realm of the mundane. Inch by inch he moved upwards, towards my breasts and I couldn't help but jerk a bit as he reached behind me and deftly unclasped my bra. My face burned to know that I was nearly naked before him. Exposed from my waist upwards, as my robe now hung loose and open. A draft blew through the room, causing me to shiver a bit as goose-flesh bumped my skin.

"Perhaps, after I am through with you," he whispered, and I cried out at the touch of his tongue slipping warm and wetly across the tenderness of my right nipple, "You will see fit to come to class on time." I didn't say anything as he was now paying homage to my other breast, teasing and tweaking the nipple with his lips, tongue and teeth.

I found myself gasping and sobbing, as he caressed first one breast and then the other. What his mouth wasn't touching, his hands were. He was playing my body like a talented musician plays an instrument. With an effortlessness that I could not begin to explain in full enough detail. Just when I began to think I couldn't take any more, he ceased his actions, his hands falling about my waist to clasp my buttocks through the thin fabric of my skirt.

"It would seem we have run out of time," he said in a husky half-whisper, as he pulled me as close to his own body as possible, speaking against the braid of my hair. I felt his breath tickling my throat, "Nothing to fret about. We shall simply have to...reconvene tomorrow evening." I felt his hands near sliding up my arms, and a sudden clinking sound told me that he'd loosened the chains aboout my wrists.

I lowered my arms, instinctively, I crossed them over my chest. My next thought was to remove the blindfold, but he was there before I could do or say anything, untying it easily and removing the peice of fabric from my eyes. I blinked a few times and my brows met as I became aware of what he was saying. He was done? He...we could be done? What the fuck? I was so worked up I could hardly stand it! The blood racing through my viens burned like molton gold. If that makes any sense at all!

"You...bastard..." I said, through gritted teeth, "How dare you do this to me!"

"Careful," He said, stepping gracefully back a step, "I can still deduct more points you know."

"Oh, screw the House!" I said, livid with unquenched thirst and anger. My entire body shook with silent humilation. I tried to rein in my anger, for I noticed the look of self-satisfation which had come to claim his expression as he waited for me to calm down. "Why did you do this to me? Why lead me on like this if you had no intention of seeing things through to completion?!"

I had tears in my eyes and swiped my hand across my face, heedless of my exposure as I did so. Professor Snape did not speak, he only stood near, a few paces from where I was standing and watched with his arms crossed over his chest. I sank to the floor, drawing my robes about myself as I did so. God. God. God. It wasn't fucking fair! I was aching so much, rivelets of dampness had been steadily eeking from my undergarments, coating them with my juices and I was trembling with the need to find release. "You can't just leave me like this..."

"This is supposed to be a punishment," He said, and I didn't have to look up to know that one of his brows had cocked as he'd spoken, "A punishment is generally something that you are not suppose to enjoy. Now, If you don't mind, I really have a ton of work to do before tomorrow's class." He turned around and I noticed, when I looked up, that he wasn't as unscathed by this little experience as he would have liked me to believe. I observed, from my place upon the floor, the slight jerk of his hand as he picked up a fallen empty vial from the floor near one of the student tables. "I will expect you tomorrow night. Six sharp."

With those words, he strode across the room, unlocked the door with a slight wave of his wand and a muttered incantation, and left me there. I had no idea where he was going, but by the feel of his hardness pressing against me, I could guess what he was planning on doing. Bastard. He didn't want to finish with me so he was going off to take care of himself alone. I drew myself together and thought; Well, two can play at that game and headed for the girls' showers, eager to put to rest this itch that he'd started growing within me. If he expected me to go through this all over again tomorrow night, he was in for the shock of his life!

It only took me a few moments, once the water had hit the bareness of my skin, to finish what Professor Cunt Tease had started. A few, quick, short orgasms later and I was emerging from the shower. I grabbed a towel off the rack and dried myself. My hair was damp and hung tangled down my back nearly to my waist. People always told me that my hair was my best feature, even though I was tempted to cut it all off at least once a day. It was later than I'd thought. Everyone must be in bed by now.

It really wasn't that late, around ten I would guess, but I guess what with a full work-load most students went to bed early. I knew I would catch it if I was caught out of the dorm past curfew. I hurridly slipped into the flannel pajamas I'd thought to bring with me into the showers and padded on bare feet down the corridor. The castle was spooky at the best of times, but even more so at night, without a soul around, save for a few ghosts floating about.

The only ghost that bothered me was the annoying, mischivious Peeves. But then, he did his best to irritate almost everyone, so I knew I was no one special in that department. I decided to make my way back to the girls' dorm, yet, easier said than done...I thought, as I found myself rounding yet another corner into a false turn or a wall that I could have sworn wasn't there when I'd passed by the same place earlier. This place was like a maze.

No, worse than a maze, for it seemed to alter and change shape at will. How could anyone learn to find their way around here, I thought, this was impossible! About to give up and call out for help, I realized, belatedly, that I had somehow ended up back down into the bowls of castle.

Knowing that I would just become even more lost if I continued to try to find my way around the castle on my own, at night, I did the only thing I could think of. I headed towards Professor Snape's potions classroom. I thought it was a long shot that it might be unlocked, but it was better than roaming the corridors like Peeves. As I passed by a doorway I hadn't noticed before, I realized, again, that I must have gone too far. Where in the hell was I now? I was becoming more and more irritated by the minute.

I was tired, my hair still needed combed, and my skin was still a bit damp from my recent shower. The chill of the dungeon was creeping through the flannel of my pajamas, causing me to shiver involuntarily. I raised my hand to the thickness of the stout wooden door and wondered, as my fingers closed about the brass handle, if I should perhaps knock first.

I rapped lightly upon the door with my knuckles, wondering if anyone were even within. If so, I hoped he or she would be able to escort me back to the girls' dorm so I could get some sleep. I waited a few moment and when it became apparent that the door was going to remain unanswered, I twisted the doorknob experimentally. It clicked once and kept turning. Unlocked. Knowing my luck I was probably walking into a supply closet, I thought with dry humor.

Candle light glowed dimly about the room, flickering shadows danced upon the stone walls. The room was dark, dismal, gray and depressing even. A single arm chair sat in the corner, near an empty fire place, it's high back facing me, and a large, high, four-poster bed took up most of the space in the small room. A few paintings graced the walls, mostly somber work of the sort no one in their right mind would find comforting. Wait a minute here, I thought, as I felt the door closing of it's own accord behind me, who does this place remind me of?

I caught a bit of slight movement in the armchair near the dry fireplace. I thought I heard a soft moan, but it might have been my imagination. "Do you make a habit of entering people's rooms without permission?" Professor Severus Snape's voice rose from the confines of the chair and after a moment, he rose, drawing his robes about his form, but not before I'd gotten quite a glimpse at his lean, fair-skinned torso. My eyes had just enough time to flick downwards towards his stomach and the dip of his pelvic bone. "I knocked," I said, by way of excusing what I had done. Was he just doing what I think he was doing...? Damn it! Don't blush! I commanded myself, to no avail. I was cursed when it came to showing my embarrassment.

"I know," he said, "I didn't answer."

"The door was unlocked," I went on, looking anywhere but at him, "I got lost...the castle..." I stumbled verbally to a halt.

"I was...indisposed," he said, "And you are going to have to learn to find your way around the castle sooner or later. I won't have students popping into my rooms after hours unexpected and uninvited."

"You could have locked and charmed the door," I said, "That would have surely kept me out."

"And have you roaming about the castle at night like some miscreant?" He asked, "I think not. I would take away points from your House, but if your previous behavior was any indication, I don't think that would phase you much."

I didn't say anything. What could I say, really? He had a point. I had stopped caring about my House. I know, that must make me seem a horrible person. All not into team sports and doesn't play well with others-ish. "Well, don't just stand there gaping at me," he said, "You're here, you might as well have a seat." He took out his wand from his robes and touched it to the fire place. Instantly flames flew upwards, crackling, magical fire that felt real enough, yet had nothing to feast upon. I was reminded of those fake gas fire places in the Muggle world. He seemed more than a bit put out that I had interrupted his nightly routine.

But, as I glanced around for another place to sit, since I didn't want to take his chair. He was all ready more than annoyed with me, I did not see how further angering him would benifit me. I sat down upon the bed and realized how odd this all was. That I would find myself sequestered within Professor Snape's chambers after hours, seated upon his bed while a magical fire danced and crackled in the fire place. The false glow and warm did little, however, to warm the chill of the room. I scooted towards the center of the bed, crossing my legs beneath me as I leaned as close to the fire as I could. Fake or not, magical or not, the heat felt good.

Professor Snape didn't speak to me. I watched him pluck a seemingly random book from a book shelf I hadn't noticed upon entering the room, and carry the dusty tome back to his previously vacated seat. I could see his profile from my current position and watched him flipping the pages of the book, mouthing the words in the book silently to himself as he read. I began to grow tired, watching someone read is about the dullest activity in the world. Soon, my eyelids were beginning to droop and I couldn't cease myself from yawning hugely behind my hand. Without looking up, he said, "Oh, just go to sleep all ready. Are you waiting for a bloody invitation?"

"I should get back to the dorm..." I began, and rubbed my eyes. I really was tired. It came from having to get up so early, even if I had slept a good twenty minutes later than the other students due the faulty alarm clock, "Besides, I only see one bed..."

He looked up from his book at this point and considered me with a raised brow, "I see I can't get anything past you, now can I?"

"But, where...where will...you sleep...if...I'm..." I was trying not to stutter, I hated it when I began to stutter or to stumble over my words, "Well, you know..."

"I will escort you back to the girls' dorm on the morrow," he said, "I am able to control myself, you know. If that's what's worrying you. Now, if you don't mind, I would like to finish this chapter sometime within the hour."

Shrugging, I found myself snuggling down beneath the dark wool coverlet. I pulled the blankets to my chin and curled myself in a ball, a habit of mine. I could smell his scent upon the pillow, sutble, somewhat musky, all together dark. I lay very still as I tried to sleep. I was tired, it was true, but how could I actually sleep when I was in Professor Snape's bed for crying out loud? The room was still save for the ruffle of pages as he continued to read and the crackling of the magical fire burning away within the hearth.

I must have drifted off because the next thing I knew, I felt the the mattress moving and knew that he had perched upon the side of the bed. A moment later I felt him slip in beside me and held my breath, half afraid that he wouldn't be able to control himself and half afraid that he would be able to! The bed was large enough to allow for space between us if we both kept to one side.

I don't know how I managed to sleep, but somehow I did. I woke up just once more in the night, to find myself sprawled across his slumbering form and quickly moved back to my side of the bed. But not before discovering something extremely interesting. Professor Snape sleeps in the nude! I don't know if he woke up or not when I had instictively moved towards him in the night for warmth, as the room was deathly cold. Afterwards, I became more aware than ever of the closenes of his body to my own and it took awhile before I could fall back to sleep, and even then my dreams were fitful.

I was roused the next morning by the sound of something crashing against a wall, as if someone had thrown something. I heard Professor Snape cursing under his breath as he strode across the room. I had yet to open my eyes, but I could hear his footfalls agianst the floor. I rolled over and opened my eyes just in time to witness Professor Snape jerking open the door and gazing down the corridor.

"What's going on?" I asked, sitting up and brushing back my hair, which was a complete mess of tangles since I hadn't combed it out after my shower the night before, "Professor...?" He turned back to me, closing the door as he did so, and scowled. I noticed he'd all ready dressed and it appeared he had been awake for awhile, "It's that bloody ghost...If it were up to me, I'd have had it excorsized ages ago! A menace is what it is!" I raised a brow, waiting for him to elaborate. He did not.

"I will escort you to the girls' dorm so you can ready yourself for the day. Do try not to be late to my class again. I realize it may be a bit much to ask of you..." His tone was dripping with sarcasm. I didn't move from his bed. I was still only partially awake as snippets of the night before flickered through my mind.

"What are you waiting for?" he asked, still standing near the door, wanting me to jump and and join him, apparently, but I couldn't function that way. It always took me a few moments after waking up to actually...well...wake up. I continued to stare at him blankly, much to his growing annoyance. "I need to get the lessons ready for the day," he said, "I don't have time to babysit you. Find your own way back to the dorm." Without waiting for a reply, the door flung itself open and he disappeared through it.

The last thing I saw was the flutter of his robes as he rounded the corner. Sighing, I shook my head and when I'd finally extracted myself from his bed, I realized that the hour couldn't have been that late. I peered out of his room. The corridor was empty. Somehow, by the grace of whatever dieties were watching, I managed to make my way to the Great Hall where I ran into none other than Professor McGonnagal. I had never really spoken to her much other than when I had first arrived and on the day of The Sorting, of course. "Why are you out of bed at this hour?" she asked, her brows raised as she awaited my response, "Classes don't begin until three hours. You shouldn't even be awake yet."

Oh, just perfect, I thought, Professor Snape's an early riser. Blech. I hated waking up early. No wonder I'd felt all out of sorts when he'd roused me. I told Professor McGonnagal that I must have suffered a bout of sleepwalking. She nodded knowingly and offered to show me a spell that would keep me in my bed at night. "It's only dangerous if you mis-use it," she said, "Here, I'll take you back to the girls' dorm..." Nodding, I walked beside the tall, thin teacher, trying to keep trace of the twists and turns as we made our way towards our destination. "Now, I'd advice you to try and get a few more hours of sleep before classes start. Only," she looked at me sternly, "Don't be late to Professor's Snape's class again...if you are late again, you'll be spending all your free time with the Professor."

Oh, joy, I thought as I promised not to be late again. She nodded and spoke the password to get into the dorm, after the room opened up, she bid me farewell and I walked, still bare-footed, towards my bed. I laid down upon the coverlet, careful not to awaken the other girls, who were sleeping soundly in their owns around me. I closed my eyes, but my mind was racing. I turned over and punched my pillow, trying to reshape it so that it was more comfortable. Ugh, this is just great. Now, I couldn't get back to sleep! I might as well just get up right now and try to get some work done on the essays that were due at the end of the week. Maybe, I'd even get a half-way decent grade for once in Transfiguration. Other than Potions, it was my worse subject.

It was a wonder Professor McGonnagal didn't have a conniption. I leaned down across my bed, on my stomach, and reached beneath it. Drawing forth most of my books and parchment, I brought the ink bottle and quill onto the bed and sat cross-legged. The sunlight was beginning to shine dimly through the windows and the light was enough to allow me to work without disturbing my dorm-mates.

I glanced at the assingnment for next week, and used the end of the quill to scratch my chin, as I thought for a moment how to begin. I dipped the pen into the ink bottle and held it over the parchment, resting against my lap upon one of the textbooks. I began to write, losing myself for quite a while in my writing. I hoped that it proved good enough, I thought, when, at last I'd capped the ink bottle and placed my quill away.

I looked up, blinked and rubbed a kink from my neck. My back ached from sitting so long in the same position and I became away of eyes watching me. I turned to see one of the other girls, the same one who'd spoken to me outside of Herbology, staring at me. "No wonder you're always late to class," she said, sniffing as if she had a cold, she was perched on her own bed near the corner of the room. Her whispered voice issued easily across the space of the room, "If you stay awake all night long..."

I glared over at her, my feelings of earlier pity for her evaporating quickly at her tone. "I had to finish an essay for McGonnagal." I said, in a tone that ended the discussion. It was no business of her's what hours I kept!

I heard a soft snort from the girl before she ducked back under the covers of her bed, obviously meaning to try and salvage a few more precious moments of sleep. As for myself, I knew I wasn't going to be able to slip back beneath that elusive muffling darkness, so I opted, instead to ready myself for the day, a good half an hour before the rest of the girls in the dorm were awake.

As I slipped from the common room, I couldn't stop thinking about the night before. My cheeks burned anew at the recollection of Professor Snape's hard, lean body beneath my own as I had unwittingly curled up against him in the night. I could still feel the rise and fall of his chest as he slept, seemingly unaware anything was amiss, small tufts of air billowing in through his hooked nose, his mouth slightly open. I shook my head before my thoughts began to drift towards some place that would just as likely get me into trouble...