Making Time at the Hog\'s Head Inn
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
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Adult ++
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5
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7,354
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30
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Severus Sees A Distinct Possibility
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Chapter 1 ~ Severus Sees A Distinct Possibility
Nineteen-year-old Severus Snape sat in a dark corner of the Hog’s Head Inn, drinking firewhiskey out of a glass he supplied himself. Aberforth, the tall, thin, grumpy brother of Headmaster Albus Dumbledore, and proprietor of the inn, couldn’t be trusted to wash the utensils supplied at the tawdry little bar. Mostly, he just wiped them out with the dirty bar rag he kept under the counter, and set them at the ready for the next foolish customer.
Severus frequented the Hog’s Head because it was a place where less savory and more interesting individuals came to drink, among other things. Sure, it was small, dirty and smelled like goat, but what went on there usually stayed there. It had one private room in the back that patrons could utilize hourly, for a small fee. The only thing in it was a bed. And that’s all it needed. To his credit, Aberforth kept clean sheets on it, probably because it drew extra income. After each patron’s exit, he entered the room and meticulously replaced the bedding. He also cleaned the small peephole hidden in a muggle picture that hung on the wall on the right side of the bed. The peephole was accessible from behind the bar, a piece of shelving strategically placed so patrons could not see Aberforth peeking in, or jerking off and wiping his hand on the dirty bar rag. Yes, it really was wise to bring your own glass to the Hog’s head Inn.
Severus was brooding. He was forever brooding. He was severe for a young man. He always dressed impeccably in rich, black robes with intricate but understated designs woven into the fabric. What he lacked in looks, he made up in style. His boots always gleamed, looking freshly polished. He actually had them charmed with an anti-scuff spell. The first thing people noticed about his looks was his nose, which was rather large. He had aristocratic eyebrows, black, thick and slightly arched, always ready to furrow. His mouth was sensuous, his cheekbones finely chiseled. He had amazing dark, piercing eyes, the kind of eyes that could look right through a person and see every weakness inside them. These eyes were set in an angular, masculine face. If his nose had been smaller, he would have been quite handsome. At best, his face was interesting. But coupled with the intensity of his person, and the commanding manner in which he carried himself, Severus Snape was someone that made an instant impression. Dark, dangerous and not to be fucked with.
Severus Snape was a deatheater. He carried the mark of the Dark Lord, formerly Tom Riddle. He served as the despot’s Potions Master. The Dark Lord favored him, for his skills in brewing potions, and also for his ability to fuck women into conniptions. Voldemort liked to watch Severus “break in” new female deatheaters with his huge cock. He was forever being summoned to “induct” new recruits. The young wizard never disappointed. He took great pleasure in pounding the women to intense orgasms and tears. Only on a couple of occasions was a witch able to take him on without being reduced to a battered, shuddering pile of flesh. These women held a higher status in the Dark Lord’s hierarchy, as they were deemed stronger than the others. They also served as Voldemort’s personal concubines since they showed a high tolerance for pain, something the Dark Lord often inflicted during his twisted sexual exploits.
But it had been a while since Severus had the honor of fucking the latest inductees. And he hadn’t been laid in over two weeks, due to some work he had to complete for the Dark Lord. He was randy as hell, which was why he was brooding. One thing about the Hog’s Head inn, was that willing women weren’t difficult to find here. Though usually a wizard would be wise to perform a thorough cleaning spell on them. Severus carried potions with him to insure cleanliness of whatever partner he found. He preferred quiet women. They took more time to draw out, making the hunt more of a challenge. Making them scream was so, so satisfying, before he fucked them back into silence. He was always thorough. If they could still move when he was done with them, he hadn’t done his job. He wouldn’t leave them alone until they were finally in that condition. It was a matter of ego and pride.
Right now, however, he would take what he could get, as long as the woman was not a complete dog. The door to the inn opened, and in walked two young women. One was tall, thin and blonde…rather built like a muggle model. She wore a flattering flowered dress. The other was a brunette, brown-eyed, rather short and quite curvaceous. She was in a button-up white blouse, and jeans. They didn’t look like they belonged here, the way they held on to each other and walked close together. It looked like this was the first time they were ever in the Hog’s Head, or any place of ill repute for that matter.
They walked up to the bar, eyeing Aberforth uneasily, as the old wizard leered at them, licking his lips before asking them what they wanted. Severus quickly stood up and walked over to them. He drew his wand.
“Excuse me, ladies,” he said, flicking his wand. Two sparkling clean glasses appeared on the bar. “I think it wise if you were to use these glasses while you are here.”
Aberforth put two filthy, filmy glasses on the bar.
“Wot’s wrong with these? They’re fine!” he said, scowling at Severus.
The two women looked at the disgusting glasses.
“Er…we’ll use these,” the blonde woman said, pulling one of the glasses Severus conjured toward her. The brunette slowly did the same. Both turned to look at Severus.
“Thank you,” the blonde said, smiling at him.
Severus bowed smartly, took her hand and kissed it.
“You’re welcome. I couldn’t let two lovely witches be poisoned, now could I?” he said, smirking.
The blonde giggled at his gallantry. She wasn’t used to it. One glance at Severus’ immaculate dress told her this was a wizard of quality. Even if his nose was rather large. The brunette looked at him with wide brown eyes, but didn’t say a word. Severus looked at her. She was very pretty, and though quiet…she didn’t seem shy.
“What is your name?” he asked her.
“Her name is Eve. And my name is Dawn,” the blonde answered. “We’re sisters. Different dads though.” She looked down at Eve, who still hadn’t said a word. “Eve doesn’t talk much. She’s more of a listener, aren’t you sweetie?” she said to the woman. Eve gave a small smile in reply. Severus felt his cock throb as her brown eyes met his black ones.
“Would you ladies like to join me at my table? This isn’t the most savory inn, and I could afford you some protection, so you aren’t mobbed by any randy patrons,” he said smoothly, thinking he was probably the most randy wizard in the place.
Dawn’s eyes swept over the dark wizard. He looked cultured, if a little dangerous, but that was fine. Walking on the wild side was why she and Eve were here after all.
“Yes, that would be nice,” she said.
Aberforth was watching the exchange. His eyes fell on Severus. He knew how the young wizard worked. He was trying to get himself a little pussy. He liked when Severus came to the inn, and used the backroom. It was exciting watching him go to work on a woman. Aberforth had to keep wiping the peephole; it would be so steamed up from his panting. That wizard could fuck.
“Well, what can I get you?” Aberforth asked Dawn.
“Wine, please,” the blonde responded.
“We only have house wine here,” the bartender growled, “none of that fancy-schmancy stuff.”
“That will be fine,” Dawn replied.
“Put it on my tab, Aberforth,” Severus said. Both women looked at him appreciatively.
“Thank you,” Dawn said, smiling at him brightly. Severus merely nodded.
Aberforth blew the dust off a bottle of wine, uncapped it and filled the two glasses. Severus reached over and took both glasses and held out his elbows.
“Ladies?” he said, waggling them a little. Both woman latched on to an arm and were escorted to his table. Aberforth shook his head as he watched them go.
“Wonder which one he’ll fuck first?” he thought, taking the filthy glasses off the bar and returning them to the rack.
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A/N: Ah, a young Severus…looking to sow some wild oats. Aberforth…what a pervert. Let’s see how and if Severus manages to woo these women. Please review.
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Chapter 1 ~ Severus Sees A Distinct Possibility
Nineteen-year-old Severus Snape sat in a dark corner of the Hog’s Head Inn, drinking firewhiskey out of a glass he supplied himself. Aberforth, the tall, thin, grumpy brother of Headmaster Albus Dumbledore, and proprietor of the inn, couldn’t be trusted to wash the utensils supplied at the tawdry little bar. Mostly, he just wiped them out with the dirty bar rag he kept under the counter, and set them at the ready for the next foolish customer.
Severus frequented the Hog’s Head because it was a place where less savory and more interesting individuals came to drink, among other things. Sure, it was small, dirty and smelled like goat, but what went on there usually stayed there. It had one private room in the back that patrons could utilize hourly, for a small fee. The only thing in it was a bed. And that’s all it needed. To his credit, Aberforth kept clean sheets on it, probably because it drew extra income. After each patron’s exit, he entered the room and meticulously replaced the bedding. He also cleaned the small peephole hidden in a muggle picture that hung on the wall on the right side of the bed. The peephole was accessible from behind the bar, a piece of shelving strategically placed so patrons could not see Aberforth peeking in, or jerking off and wiping his hand on the dirty bar rag. Yes, it really was wise to bring your own glass to the Hog’s head Inn.
Severus was brooding. He was forever brooding. He was severe for a young man. He always dressed impeccably in rich, black robes with intricate but understated designs woven into the fabric. What he lacked in looks, he made up in style. His boots always gleamed, looking freshly polished. He actually had them charmed with an anti-scuff spell. The first thing people noticed about his looks was his nose, which was rather large. He had aristocratic eyebrows, black, thick and slightly arched, always ready to furrow. His mouth was sensuous, his cheekbones finely chiseled. He had amazing dark, piercing eyes, the kind of eyes that could look right through a person and see every weakness inside them. These eyes were set in an angular, masculine face. If his nose had been smaller, he would have been quite handsome. At best, his face was interesting. But coupled with the intensity of his person, and the commanding manner in which he carried himself, Severus Snape was someone that made an instant impression. Dark, dangerous and not to be fucked with.
Severus Snape was a deatheater. He carried the mark of the Dark Lord, formerly Tom Riddle. He served as the despot’s Potions Master. The Dark Lord favored him, for his skills in brewing potions, and also for his ability to fuck women into conniptions. Voldemort liked to watch Severus “break in” new female deatheaters with his huge cock. He was forever being summoned to “induct” new recruits. The young wizard never disappointed. He took great pleasure in pounding the women to intense orgasms and tears. Only on a couple of occasions was a witch able to take him on without being reduced to a battered, shuddering pile of flesh. These women held a higher status in the Dark Lord’s hierarchy, as they were deemed stronger than the others. They also served as Voldemort’s personal concubines since they showed a high tolerance for pain, something the Dark Lord often inflicted during his twisted sexual exploits.
But it had been a while since Severus had the honor of fucking the latest inductees. And he hadn’t been laid in over two weeks, due to some work he had to complete for the Dark Lord. He was randy as hell, which was why he was brooding. One thing about the Hog’s Head inn, was that willing women weren’t difficult to find here. Though usually a wizard would be wise to perform a thorough cleaning spell on them. Severus carried potions with him to insure cleanliness of whatever partner he found. He preferred quiet women. They took more time to draw out, making the hunt more of a challenge. Making them scream was so, so satisfying, before he fucked them back into silence. He was always thorough. If they could still move when he was done with them, he hadn’t done his job. He wouldn’t leave them alone until they were finally in that condition. It was a matter of ego and pride.
Right now, however, he would take what he could get, as long as the woman was not a complete dog. The door to the inn opened, and in walked two young women. One was tall, thin and blonde…rather built like a muggle model. She wore a flattering flowered dress. The other was a brunette, brown-eyed, rather short and quite curvaceous. She was in a button-up white blouse, and jeans. They didn’t look like they belonged here, the way they held on to each other and walked close together. It looked like this was the first time they were ever in the Hog’s Head, or any place of ill repute for that matter.
They walked up to the bar, eyeing Aberforth uneasily, as the old wizard leered at them, licking his lips before asking them what they wanted. Severus quickly stood up and walked over to them. He drew his wand.
“Excuse me, ladies,” he said, flicking his wand. Two sparkling clean glasses appeared on the bar. “I think it wise if you were to use these glasses while you are here.”
Aberforth put two filthy, filmy glasses on the bar.
“Wot’s wrong with these? They’re fine!” he said, scowling at Severus.
The two women looked at the disgusting glasses.
“Er…we’ll use these,” the blonde woman said, pulling one of the glasses Severus conjured toward her. The brunette slowly did the same. Both turned to look at Severus.
“Thank you,” the blonde said, smiling at him.
Severus bowed smartly, took her hand and kissed it.
“You’re welcome. I couldn’t let two lovely witches be poisoned, now could I?” he said, smirking.
The blonde giggled at his gallantry. She wasn’t used to it. One glance at Severus’ immaculate dress told her this was a wizard of quality. Even if his nose was rather large. The brunette looked at him with wide brown eyes, but didn’t say a word. Severus looked at her. She was very pretty, and though quiet…she didn’t seem shy.
“What is your name?” he asked her.
“Her name is Eve. And my name is Dawn,” the blonde answered. “We’re sisters. Different dads though.” She looked down at Eve, who still hadn’t said a word. “Eve doesn’t talk much. She’s more of a listener, aren’t you sweetie?” she said to the woman. Eve gave a small smile in reply. Severus felt his cock throb as her brown eyes met his black ones.
“Would you ladies like to join me at my table? This isn’t the most savory inn, and I could afford you some protection, so you aren’t mobbed by any randy patrons,” he said smoothly, thinking he was probably the most randy wizard in the place.
Dawn’s eyes swept over the dark wizard. He looked cultured, if a little dangerous, but that was fine. Walking on the wild side was why she and Eve were here after all.
“Yes, that would be nice,” she said.
Aberforth was watching the exchange. His eyes fell on Severus. He knew how the young wizard worked. He was trying to get himself a little pussy. He liked when Severus came to the inn, and used the backroom. It was exciting watching him go to work on a woman. Aberforth had to keep wiping the peephole; it would be so steamed up from his panting. That wizard could fuck.
“Well, what can I get you?” Aberforth asked Dawn.
“Wine, please,” the blonde responded.
“We only have house wine here,” the bartender growled, “none of that fancy-schmancy stuff.”
“That will be fine,” Dawn replied.
“Put it on my tab, Aberforth,” Severus said. Both women looked at him appreciatively.
“Thank you,” Dawn said, smiling at him brightly. Severus merely nodded.
Aberforth blew the dust off a bottle of wine, uncapped it and filled the two glasses. Severus reached over and took both glasses and held out his elbows.
“Ladies?” he said, waggling them a little. Both woman latched on to an arm and were escorted to his table. Aberforth shook his head as he watched them go.
“Wonder which one he’ll fuck first?” he thought, taking the filthy glasses off the bar and returning them to the rack.
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A/N: Ah, a young Severus…looking to sow some wild oats. Aberforth…what a pervert. Let’s see how and if Severus manages to woo these women. Please review.