Chance Meetings

Title: Chance Meetings
Author: Amber Kathielsen
Summary: Severus Snape encounters a former student, much to Wormtail\'s displeasure.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): M?F
Feedback: desired.
Characters: Severus Snape/OFC
Betas: Elaine, Harmony, Hells and Mimy
Author’s notes: This is my entry for TPMM\'s Smut on Spinner\'s End Challenge. Enjoy!
*Disclaimer: I do not own any part of the Harry Potter universe. That is the property of J.K. Rowling.


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The Leaky Cauldron


The light of the setting sun filtered through the window behind Snape, and into the glass of Ogden’s Old Firewhiskey that he contemplated through the curtain of his fine black hair. He swirled the liquid around the glass and watched the play of light and shadows. He downed the whiskey and motioned to old Tom for another. He was not looking forward to going home to another night with only Wormtail for company, but no other options were available. A few drinks here at The Leaky Cauldron to fortify himself enough to get through another miserable night, and then he would head back to Spinner’s End.

Damn Albus and his insistence that he continue this charade! He could have spent the summer comfortably, and quite happily alone, in his dungeon laboratory at Hogwarts. But no, the old fool had persuaded him to go back to the double life of a spy, and as luck would have it, the Dark Lord had seen fit to assign Pettigrew as his companion for the next few months. He had no illusions about the nature of this assignment; the rat had been sent to spy on him, to ensure his allegiance to their dark master. It went without saying that he would never bring Wormtail back to Hogwarts with him, so instead they had taken up residence at his parents\' old house in the down-and-out mill town where he’d grown up.

He set down the empty glass and picked up the full one with a nod of thanks to Tom, and was about to toss it back when she walked into the bar. She was quite attractive, with golden-red hair that fell in loose curls to her lower back and dressed in dark green robes that moulded to her curves in a way that made his head spin and his groin tighten. She waved to Tom, who winked at her, and she laughed. It was the laugh that did him in, he decided. It was a deep, throaty laugh with no pretences or apologies.

There were not many empty seats remaining in the bar at this hour on a Friday, but he was still pleasantly surprised when she took the place beside him. She turned to him to ask if the seat was taken; he didn’t trust his ability to speak coherently, so he shook his head and smiled. He was rewarded with a dazzling smile in return as she perched on the barstool, and was completely nonplussed when she actually continued speaking to him.

“I haven’t been here in ages, but this place never changes, does it?”

“It hasn’t in the years I’ve been coming here,” he replied. “Although I admit that Tom does look the worse for wear.”

She grinned and motioned to the bartender. “I won’t tell him you said that,” she whispered conspiratorially. “Hi Tom, Do you have Morgana’s Mead?” she asked. At his nod, she added, “Great, a glass of that, please.” She turned back to face Snape. “You don’t remember me, do you?”

He shook his head in negation. “I’m certain I’d remember meeting someone like you, Madam, but I can’t recall that I have.”

“I’m Kayla Pettigrew.” No, she couldn\'t have said what he thought he\'d just heard.

“You’ll need to move a little closer. I must have misheard you.”

“Kayla Pettigrew. I don’t think you ever forgave me for being related to my arse of a brother. You came back to teach in my third year.”

Snape’s eyes widened in surprise. “You…look different than I recall.” Wormtail’s sister had looked nothing like this beautiful woman beside him. The hair colour was right, but the girl he remembered, while not unattractive, hadn’t been…stunning.

She laughed, “Well, I grew up, Professor. Fortunately, I take after our father’s side of the family, unlike my brother.” She looked him up and down appraisingly with a smile. “You, on the other hand, have not changed at all.”

He examined her more closely. Yes, she was Kayla Pettigrew; those stormy grey eyes could not belong to anyone else. Moreover, her voice sounded more familiar, now that he thought on it.

She had finished her mead and started on a second. “You know, I had such a crush on you when I was your student.” She laughed and shook her head.

Snape was stunned, and momentarily at a loss for words. He tossed back the glass of Ogden’s and felt the liquid fire burn a path to his stomach.

“I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to put you off. That was meant as a compliment.”

He scowled and turned to face her. “What in Merlin’s name would have possessed you to be attracted to me?” He harboured no illusions about his appearance, and certainly, his classroom demeanour wasn’t one to encourage schoolgirl fancies.

Kayla didn’t meet his eyes, and appeared to be embarrassed. “Well, your voice, for starters, and your eyes. God, I can’t believe I’m telling you this!”

He chuckled, “Neither can I. But please, by all means, continue.” He adjusted his position on the barstool and arranged his cloak to accommodate, and conceal, his rapidly growing erection. She took a rather large gulp of mead rather than reply, and he could see that she was blushing furiously. “Might I inquire if your interest continues presently?” he whispered silkily.

She closed her eyes and bit her lip, a nervous habit he remembered all too well, which cemented her identity. “Erm, well…yes, yes, it does,” she said very quietly.

Snape smiled and mused, I see I won’t be needing any Felix Felicis this evening. He leaned closer to her and murmured, “And if I told you the interest was mutual?”

She turned, her face inches away from his. “Don’t tease me, Professor.” He could feel her breath warm on his face.

He raised a hand and hesitantly stroked her cheek. “Please, call me Severus. And you should know better than that; I don’t tease.”

Her eyes burned with the intensity of her gaze. “In that case, I’d suggest we might want to go somewhere a bit more private than here.”

He nodded. “My thoughts precisely. I was about to head home when you arrived. If you would care to accompany me, we can Apparate there directly.”

She acquiesced and finished her drink with trembling hands, then followed him out of the bar and into the Alley.

“You’ll have to Side-Along with me, since I know where we’re going and you don’t. Is that acceptable?”

She nodded, and he put an arm around her shoulder to draw her close so that he could take her with him.

He chose to Apparate to the ravine down the street from his home, as it afforded more privacy and it was less likely that Muggles would chance upon them. He released her reluctantly, musing that she smelled of ambergris and cinnamon. “Come,” he said, taking her hand and leading her towards the house. “I don’t know if I mentioned that your brother’s been staying with me for the past few weeks.”

Kayla stopped abruptly and stared open-mouthed at him. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

He smirked. “Unfortunately, no, I am not. He’s not there by any choice of mine, and you needn’t feel that you must be civil to him on my behalf. As I recall, there was never much love lost between you.”

She snorted in disgust. “None at all. Trust me, our loathing of one another is mutual.”

“He’s never been a friend of mine either, and as I said, it’s not by any choice of mine that he is here. I can’t imagine that he’d be pleased to see us together; any attraction between you and I notwithstanding, that alone would be a reason to take you home with me this evening.”

She laughed, “Never let it be said that you are not Slytherin through and through, Severus Snape. I love it. Let’s go infuriate my brother, shall we?” She stepped closer to him and stood facing him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

He looked into her eyes, which were dancing with mischief, and dared a quick peek into her mind. Yes, she was eager for the chance to torment her brother, but there was genuine attraction and desire there, and it was stronger than he’d expected. This was going to be a memorable night, indeed. He leaned in and kissed her hesitantly, and was pleasantly surprised with the ardour with which she returned the kiss. He pulled her close and deepened the kiss, his tongue finding its way past her parted lips; she tasted of the honeyed mead she’d been drinking. She reached up and ran her fingers though his hair with one hand, and wrapped the other arm around him to hold him tightly.

Reluctantly, he ended the kiss, although he did not release her from his embrace. “You should know that he’s taken to listening at keyholes.”

She shrugged. “Well, if he hears anything he doesn’t like, then it serves him right.”

“Shall we go?” He released her and took her hand, as they continued to the house.

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At Spinner’s End


Once inside, Snape reset the wards and Anti-Muggle charms carefully. There was no immediate sign of Wormtail. He stalked across the living room and peered out the curtains at the quiet street beyond, and then pulled them tightly closed.

“Please, Kayla, have a seat,” he gestured towards the tattered couch. He left the room briefly and returned with a bottle and a pair of glasses. Pouring some of the deep red liquid into each, he walked over to her and offered a glass. “Elf-made wine, it shouldn’t disagree with the mead you had earlier.”

She sipped the wine and nodded as she placed the glass down on a side table. “Delicious. Thank you.” She slid off the sofa into a kneeling position at Snape’s feet, seized his hands in both of hers, and pressed her lips to it. He crouched down to meet her gaze at her eye level, and kissed her. She leaned into him, her tongue flicking along his lips and caressing his own.

“Mmm. You’re quite delicious, yourself,” he murmured. She laughed softly, her fingers twining in his long black hair as she kissed along his cheek and down the side of his throat. He fought to maintain his balance, but she leaned towards him at just that moment, and they both fell over backwards onto the floor. He groaned and sat up, rubbing the back of his head. The little vixen was giggling, damn her!

“Sorry about that. Are you alright?” Kayla sat up, still laughing.

“Have some more elf-made wine?” he asked sardonically. “It might improve your balance.” He could hear footsteps coming up from the basement.

“No thanks, no more wine,” she said, catching her breath.

“Can I interest you in something else, perhaps?” He leaned closer to her, smiling.

“Whatever did you have in mind?”

“I’m sure we can think of something to occupy our time,” he whispered, his lips grazing her ear. The footsteps were coming closer. “Perhaps something like this…” he continued, running his tongue along the edge of her ear and down her throat.

Kayla moaned softly and shivered with delight. “Mmm, that sounds like a wonderful idea.” She ran a fingertip along the buttons of his frock coat and whispered, “Expositus vestis”, and the row unbuttoned itself, revealing the white linen shirt beneath.

“Wandless, no less. Impressive,” he murmured, shrugging the coat from his shoulders. The footsteps had stopped. “I do believe we have an audience,” he whispered.

She repeated the spell on the buttons of his shirt with a mischievous grin. He laughed and kissed her again, his hands busying themselves with unlacing the front of her robe and sliding it from her shoulders and unbuttoning the blouse beneath to reveal an emerald green lace brassiere stretched tautly over her full breasts. “Any loyalties of yours to Gryffindor aside, Kayla, you certainly dress in such a way as to make this Slytherin a very happy man,” he chuckled. She laughed and ran her fingers through the soft patch of fine black hair on his chest, and gently pushed him backwards until he was laying on the floor looking up at her. He reached up to her and ran a hand through her hair, mesmerised by the way the candlelight burnished it to a fiery copper, and pulled her down onto him.

There was a crash as the cellar door was flung open and Peter Pettigrew barged into the room.

“Severus, that’s my sister, damn you!”

They both sat up and turned to face him.

“Hello, Peter,” she drawled. “How good to see you again.”

“Ah, Wormtail, there you are,” smirked Snape. “Just in time to be useful. Here,” he said, rummaging in his trouser pockets and coming up with a handful of Galleons. “Run to the chemist’s, would you, and fetch us a box of condoms. Extra-large ones, mind you.”

Wormtail’s face turned a livid shade of red. “How dare you!”

Snape lazily reached for his wand. “How dare I indeed? Must I remind you that you were sent here to ‘assist me as needed’?”

“I doubt that’s what He had in mind, Snape.” Nevertheless, he took a step back.

“Really, it would be my pleasure,” he sneered, giving the wand a peremptory swish and flick and sending a small shower of green sparks cascading across the room. “In the absence of dunderheaded students, you’d do quite nicely. While I can’t give you a detention, I can certainly justify assigning you all manner of odious tasks under the pretext of furthering the research I’m doing here this summer. I don’t even need to cast Imperius on you, because you know you’ll do as you’re told, or suffer the consequences. Isn’t that correct?”

The animagus glared at him. “Why did you have to bring her back here?”

“Peter, Peter, tsk. Would you have me take your sister to a cheap Muggle hotel? Really, you must know I have better manners than that. I wouldn’t stoop to the level of your assignations.” Kayla giggled and stuck her tongue out at her brother, an admittedly juvenile, but nevertheless satisfactory gesture.

“Ah well. Never mind. Thank you anyway; we’ll let you know if you can be of further assistance.” Wormtail, thus dismissed, stormed away to a room down the hall and slammed the door behind him.

Snape gestured towards the bookcase on the far wall with his wand, and a panel swung open, revealing a small hidden alcove. He stood and helped her to her feet, and led her towards the hidden room. “Lumos!” Several candle sconces on the wall flared to life, lighting the room with a soft, warm glow. A staircase spiralled down into the distance, and he took a candle from a side table to light the way. As the bookcase slid closed behind them, he turned and cast a warding on it.

At the bottom of the winding staircase, an oaken door reinforced with iron fittings waited. Snape opened the lock with a quick spell, and lit several candles within the room beyond as they entered. The room was furnished with a wrought-iron table and an elegant four-poster bed of dark wood, with a black and green quilt. Bookshelves lined the walls, and a small worktable stood at the far end of the room, empty potion bottles and laboratory equipment arranged neatly on shelves above. This room, in contrast to the rest of the house, was in good repair, and looked well maintained and cared for. While Kayla looked around the room, he warded the door behind them. He then turned his attentions back to her and kissed her again, unbuttoning the Muggle jeans she was wearing while she fumbled with the buttons of his black trousers.

“That was quite amusing, antagonising your brother that way, but this room is private. No one can spy on us here,” he murmured.

She breathed a sigh of relief. “I’m glad to hear that. There are some things that I’d rather not, erm, share. Are we safe from eavesdropping, as well?” He nodded. “Good. In that case, I should tell you that I’ve kept in touch with some of my old friends from school. I know what you’ve been doing for the Order. This wasn’t a chance encounter, Severus; I was looking for you.”

His ardour evaporated and his blood turned to ice. “What?” he hissed. “Who did you speak with? Tell me!” He grabbed her chin and turned her gaze towards him.

She cried out more from surprise than anything else. “It’s okay, don’t worry. Emmeline Vance told me. And you’re welcome to read my thoughts, I have nothing to hide.” She fixed him with a direct gaze.

He blinked in surprise, as she continued. “I know you’re a Legilimens. You read me before because I let you do it. If you want to read me again, feel free to do so. Rat Boy’s here to spy on you, isn’t he? I know he hasn’t repented of his ways, since Hell hasn’t frozen over lately.”

Snape’s head was spinning. “What on earth possessed you to come looking for me?” he asked numbly, wondering what other surprises she might have in store for him, almost afraid to find out.

She reached for him and kissed him softly, looking into his eyes. “First of all, I wanted to see you again. It should be obvious that I’m attracted to you.”

“I’m still wondering why.” He shook his head absently. “I remember you being far more intelligent than that.”

“Shh.” She placed a finger on his lips, then removed it, kissed him again and caressed his cheek. He shuddered as the adrenaline slowly leached out of his bloodstream, and tried to relax. “And secondly, I wanted to find out if there was any way I could be of assistance to you. This cannot be easy, what you’re doing. I’ve spent the last five years working as an Auror in the US, for their equivalent of the Ministry of Magic. I know what I’m doing, and I can take care of myself. I would be an asset, not a liability, and we might as well enjoy ourselves while we’re at it.”

He met her eyes and smiled weakly. “Perhaps. I’ll need to think about it, and we should discuss it with Albus Dumbledore at the very least.”

Kayla nodded. “Fair enough. I wanted you to know before…anything happened between us. I didn’t want you to think I was trying to influence you…”

He laughed then. “No, that would be far too Slytherin for you, my dear. But your candour is appreciated, even if the timing was off.”

“I didn’t mean to kill the mood. I’m sorry.”

“It’s quite capable of being resurrected, if you’re still interested,” he whispered, stroking her hair. She nodded, and he continued, “Well, then, where were we...?”

She paused, her chest rising and falling rapidly, the colour high in her cheeks, and then kissed him again, moaning when his lips parted and his tongue entered her mouth. She slid her hands into his trousers and pushed them down to his knees; her fingers brushed along the silk of his boxers and the hardness of his erection. He gasped as she gently pushed him back to sit on the bed and dropped to her knees before him, trailing kisses down his neck and over his bare chest and abdomen. He groaned as she took the fabric of his boxers in her teeth and pulled them down with a little assistance from her hands. Freed from the confines of his clothing, his cock stood erect and twitched slightly as her tongue grew closer. “Ah, Kayla…” he whispered hoarsely, and tangled his fingers in her hair, pulling her head closer to him.

She flicked the tip of her tongue over the head of his penis and he shuddered with pleasure. A tiny pearl of pre-cum emerged, glistening, and she licked it eagerly before taking his length into her mouth and swirling her tongue in lazy circles around it. She reached around with one hand to hold him, and cupped his balls with the other, caressing them gently as she sucked and licked him. “God, yes…”

It had been a while since he’d been with a woman, and he knew he would not last long if she continued her attentive ministrations. As wonderful as it would feel to come in her mouth, he wanted to be inside her. He gently pushed her away and she looked at him wonderingly.

“Kayla, I want you…” He pulled her onto the bed beside him, kissing her. He reached back and unhooked her brassiere; when her breasts were freed from its confines, he cupped one gently and drew her nipple into his mouth, sucking and nipping it as she gasped. He stopped for a moment to pick up his wand and aim it at her jeans, murmuring “Divestio,” and then trailed his fingertips over her now-bare skin and between her thighs. His fingers sought her folds and slid into their welcoming wetness.

She made a soft growl and gently pushed him onto his back before straddling him and leaning forward to kiss him, her long hair brushing along his chest. Her fingers stroked his face tenderly, brushing his hair away from his eyes, tracing the line of his cheekbones. He felt the head of his cock brush against her and as it parted her folds, he thrust into her. She cried out and sat up, arching her back, her head thrown back with eyes closed and lips parted in ecstasy. “Oh yes…” she cried. “Oh God, Severus…”

He grasped her hips tightly and held her up while thrusting deeper within her. Her moans of pleasure were driving him far too close to the edge; he released his grip on her and slowed his pace, trying to think the most un-erotic thoughts he could imagine: Hagrid snogging Madame Maxine. Minerva McGonagall in a thong bikini. Aberforth Dumbledore and his goats. It was working.

She leaned forward again and he pulled her close, holding her tightly to him while he gradually regained control of himself. When he’d recovered sufficiently, he resumed his thrusts, more slowly at first, and deeper. Kayla pushed against him, taking him to his full length inside her. Her hips rocked faster against him as she neared orgasm, and he felt her walls tighten and milk his cock as she cried out his name, gasping breathlessly. Her climax pushed him over the edge, and he moaned aloud as he came deep within her.

She collapsed beside him on the bed with a very satisfied and slightly dazed smile. Severus pulled her close and held her, feeling her heartbeat and drinking in her scent of ambergris and sex.

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Afterglow

Severus hadn’t realised he’d fallen asleep until he was kissed awake. He stretched, opened his eyes and grinned up at her.

“Wow, you should do that more often,” she remarked. She was lying on her side next to him, leaning on one elbow with her chin resting in her hand, watching him.

He smirked and rolled onto his side, facing her. “Which, sex or sleep?”

She laughed and playfully swatted him. “Smartarse. Those are both good, but I was referring to your smile.”

“Ha!” He grabbed her wrists and held them fast; she lost her balance and landed on her side on the bed. “It was your imagination, Miss Pettigrew. I have it on good authority, from more students than I care to enumerate, that I never smile.”

“Is that so, Professor? I hate to disillusion you, but you’re doing it again.” She giggled.

Her laughter was infectious, and he couldn’t keep a straight face. She squirmed free of his grasp and proceeded to tickle him.

“Aah! Stop it!” He sat up and tried to get away from her, but she was relentless.

“Oh my, even worse! You’re laughing now!” she said with mock chagrin. “Your reputation is in ruins now, Professor.”

He managed to grab hold of her hands again and stopped the tickling, breathing hard and still chuckling. “You are incorrigible, you know.”

Kayla stuck out her tongue.

“I can find better things for you to do with that tongue,” he snickered.

“I’ll bet you can.” She smiled lazily and leaned over to kiss him. He took advantage of her momentary lapse in wariness to counterattack with tickling. “Hey!” she yelped. “No fair!”

Snape laughed. “Ha! Never trust a Slytherin!” God, when, if ever, had he had this much fun? And how had she managed to get past his guard like this? He ceased tickling her and pulled her close for a long, passionate kiss. “I think I’m going to like working with you,” he said as he caught his breath afterwards.

“Mmm, me too. I think we’ll have to do a considerable amount of, ahem, undercover work, don’t you?” She smiled and winked at him.

He laughed again. “Oh yes, most assuredly. And here I was thinking this was going to be a dull summer.” He twirled a long strand of her hair around one of his fingers absently.

“Don’t bet on it. And I wouldn’t plan on a boring autumn or winter, either, if I were you.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Oh really?” Not that he had any objections to spending more time with her, none at all.

Kayla bit her lip, but the smile escaped nonetheless. “Well, I guess I didn’t tell you exactly everything earlier.”

“Oh? Pray tell,” he responded, crossing his arms over his chest. “What manner of further revelations did you have planned?”

“Well,” she said, “I was going to tell you, but I got rather distracted.”

“Damn it, woman, are you going to tell me or drive me mad?” Amusement and anger warred within him.

“I’m going to be teaching Defence Against the Dark Arts next term.”

“Very funny.” He narrowed his eyes at her. Anger was winning; he could feel his temper coming to life like dormant embers fanned by a breeze.

“It wasn’t meant to be funny. It’s a statement of fact,” she said quietly. She appeared to be completely serious.

“The Gods hate me.” He took a deep breath and tried to diffuse the knot of anger and frustration in his chest through sheer willpower.

“I was told you were still after the position. I’m sorry if I’ve upset you; that was never my intention.” She looked contrite. “I’d be glad to have your assistance with the class, if you’re so inclined.”

That caught him by surprise. “Oh?”

“Of course. We can pretend to hate each other, if you feel the need to maintain your image. It might be for the best, it would throw off any suspicion of us working as a team. But I’ll agree to it only if we can do things like this in private,” she said, pulling him back down to the bed and kissing him.

The last of his anger evaporated in the heat of her kiss. “I believe we can come to a satisfactory arrangement,” he whispered, stroking her hair and kissing her neck. “Oh yes, indeed.” He mused that perhaps, there might be something better than teaching the Defence class; for instance, having a behind-the-scenes hand in the class while shagging the teacher senseless at every opportunity. The upcoming term would be one to remember.

~Finis

A/N: Expositus vestis, Latin “Open (as to unfasten) clothing”. A little more subtle than the abruptness of Divestio.


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Challenge Name
Smut on Spinner’s End!


Scenario 1: Snape brings home a hot OFC witch to entertain at his presumed bachelor pad.

The Rules:
The story is a “one-shot” and can be no longer than three chapters
Snape must receive sexual pleasure “on screen” in the story
Wormtail-bashing is HIGHLY encouraged
Snape reveals an intriguing secret chamber beyond one of the bookshelves. Whether they do anything in there or not is up to you.
Snape must peer out of the curtains and close them at some point.

Include at least 5 of the following:

Snape saying “Have some more elf made wine?”
Snape saying to Wormtail “Can\'t you find a way to amuse yourself? Perhaps, that shiny new hand of yours can be of some personal use.”
Snape saying “He’s taken to listening at keyholes”
Snape saying “Perhaps your sister will consent to. . .”
Snape saying “You will need to move a little closer.”
Snape saying “You are free to report this to the other Death Eaters, Wormtail”
Snape thinks “I see I won’t be needing any Felix Felicis this evening.”
Snape peers out of his curtains
Snape plays with the candle light in the room
Snape saying to Wormtail “Don’t wet yourself.”
Snape orders Wormtail to fetch something for his sexual encounter (e.g. condoms, contraceptive potion, magical sex toys, etc.)


Innuendo phrases from the chapter that you have the option to incorporate:

Bellatrix\'s (Narcissa’s or OFCs) mouth fell open. Snape lowered himself so that he was kneeling opposite Narcissa (Bellatrix or OFCs).

Standing up, she staggered to Snape and seized the front of his robes. Her face close to his, her tears falling unto his chest, she gasped: “You could do it.”

She slid off the sofa into a kneeling position at Snape’s feet, seized his hands in both of hers, and pressed her lips to it.

Bonus for an extra innuendo phrase you found and added. Feel free to italics it.