Reverie Made Reality

“Miss Atwood!” Snape snapped coldly from the front of the classroom.

“Yes?” Deseri said, her head turning so fast to look up at him that it was almost as if she were a robot designed specifically to obey him. She dreaded what was going to happen next, but she knew it could not be taking away house points; he was the head of her house after all. It had to be much worse.

“Daydreaming is not permitted in this class as I have warned you many times, which apparently you find more important than learning about the uses of murtlap essence. Perhaps you could further your thoughts more productively… into an essay I would like you to write on its uses in pain relief in detention tonight… after dinner. In my office.” He added coldly. He shot her a glare, piercing her eyes with his.

Deseri looked horrified. The whole class was staring at either her or the Professor, with looks of utter unease at what had just happened; the class all sort of feared him--he was mysterious, some would even say evil. Deseri felt among the same lines as well, but she hid a secret that she would tell no one. She even denied it from herself when she could help it.


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Knock Knock.

“Yes?”

“Professor?” Came the muffled voice of Deseri.

“Enter.” Snape said, adjusting his robes right before the door cracked open to reveal at his nervous-looking seventh year student.

Deseri entered the office slowly, looking around. The office was dark and gloomy. Shelves lined the walls. Among the shelves sat numerous jars, all containing something eerie in the yellowish substances the jars held.

“You may sit down there.” Snape said to her, motioning to a desk in that had been moved beside his.

There was a strange tone to his voice, which oddly meant that it was... gentle.

Deseri took note of it, but let it slide in her mind as she took her seat, placing her bag down on the floor and opening it. She pulled out an ink bottle, her quill, and a roll of parchment and set it on the desk, waiting for the professor to tell her to start writing her punishment essay.

“Did I instruct you to take out your things?” Snape said to her, still in the unfamiliar tone.

“N-No...” She said quickly. Why was she so nervous? She thought wildly.

“Deseri,” Snape said silkily, “Put away your things, you will not be writing an essay tonight.”

“Okay.” She whispered in a barely audible tone. She was shaking now as she put away her things. Why was he calling her by her first name? He called no one by their first name...

Her arm slipped, knocking the ink bottle off the desk. It landed on the dungeon floor and smashed open; ink went flying everywhere.

“I’m sorry!” She cried immediately, grabbing a rag from the corner of his desk and getting out of her seat and onto the floor to wipe it up.

Snape shot up from his seat and had bent down at the same time she had, his wand out.

“Scourgify.” He muttered, and the mess disappeared instantly.

With a jolt, Deseri found that she was bent over on all fours, as well as her potions professor, at the same time. Their heads were barely an inch apart, and to make matters worse, she felt her professor look up at her just then. She kept her eyes focused on the wand he seemed to caress in his hands, shaking immensely.

He reached a hand out and took her chin in it, lifting her head up ever so slowly.

“Professor...” She squeaked, dropping the rag onto the floor.

He shook his head quietly to silence her. “Severus,” He corrected her, bringing his face closer to hers. He placed a tender kiss upon her lips.

She pulled away quickly, squirming backwards among the cold stone floor. Her eyes filled with fright. This was wrong... this was so wrong... That was all that went through her mind, but yet...

A wave of panic issued throughout Snape’s mind. She was going to tell someone of this, he was going to be fired... and she did not feel the way he did; he had miscalculated this.

Deseri saw the expression on her professor’s face and she could think of nothing to do but just sit in the spot that she was.

“Miss Atwood, I–“ Snape cut off. What to say about this? How could anything he had to say at that moment redeem him from his actions?

She took to gazing at him, into his eyes. His eyes... they were so alluring. Every emotion he felt seemed to be consuming her when their eyes met. Her own feelings, the ones buried deep inside of her, were slowly making their way to the surface of her mind. She felt herself subconsciously moving forward... her silvery blues locked upon his dark and vast ones...

She met his lips once more, kissing her potions professor ever so slowly... and then she pulled away to look back up at him.

Snape was surprised and astonished. So he had not miscalculated... she had just been in denial.

He placed one hand on her waist, brushed her hair back from her face and behind her ear with his free hand, and kissed her once more. Her lips were so soft... he raised himself and her up from the floor, not pulling away from the kiss. She followed him, almost in a sort of trance-like way, and they were both standing now. She brought her hands up to place gently on his face, running a thumb along his jawbone and deepened the kiss.

He slid his hands to rest on her lower back.

This sent chills all throughout her; she shivered under his embrace and he pulled away and placed his lips next to her ear momentarily.

“Why do you shudder?” He whispered, sending another uneasy ripple throughout her as he pulled back away, watching her frown.

“Because I’ve never felt like this before...” She whispered back, gazing once more into his eyes... she saw the lust burning deep within them. She felt herself absorb it; an almost forbidden sensation traveling throughout her body.

“Kiss me again...” She uttered softly.

He pulled her towards him, picking her up and kissing her hard where she returned the full of the passion that was burning throughout her.

She felt him move and the next thing she knew she felt herself being tipped backward, her back receiving the comfort of his bed. He crawled on top of her, pressing his weight down on her as they continued to kiss.

She moaned in pleasure. ‘More...’ She pleaded in her thoughts.

“As you wish.” He said, moving his hands delicately up across her body and removing her robes.

‘Legilimens...’ She thought.

He smiled at her to sort of give off that he had indeed heard that thought also.

She let herself fall vulnerable under his touch as she watched him remove her clothing and cast them aside.

When he had stripped her nude, he brought her hands gently up to the fastenings of his robes and left them there.

She responded, undoing his robes, pulling off his shirt, unbuttoning his pants, pulling off his undergarment...

The two of them both lay naked on his bed. He took her hands in his and gazed down at her.

“Are you pure?” He asked tenderly, putting her hands up to his lips and placing small kisses on her fingertips.

She nodded, laying there still.

“And you wish me to change this?” He queried sincerely, stopping his kisses.

She nodded again. “Yes.”

He leaned down and placed the most affectionate kiss on her lips. It lasted a lifetime, sending love throughout her and comforting her very much.

She smiled up at him, blinking slowly as she felt the weight of his body return onto her. His head was resting on her shoulder as he spoke.

“You are beautiful.” He whispered into her ear.

Before she could think a response, a cry of pain issued from her lips.

He pulled out of her and felt the warmth of blood now flowing onto his sheets. He thrust back in and looked up at her. Tears ran freely from the corner of her eyes down onto his pillow.

He held her close in comfort and continued to thrust. She whimpered from under him, digging her nails painfully into his back, and he could feel the wetness of her tears on his shoulder.

He kissed her ever so gently, continuing.

She loosened the grip on his back after this, as it had calmed her slightly, and he quickened the pace.

He felt her writhe from under him, uttering a long moan, desiring more.

Snape pressed himself down even more, not allowing her to move easily.

Yet she fought and struggled from under him again and he stopped abruptly.

“Stay still.” He grunted, taking her arms in his hands and holding her down.... and then he pounded himself into her with one dominant thrust.

Another wave of pleasure mixed with momentary pain made its way throughout her body and her cry filled his ears.

He began driving her into the bed, pumping in and out furiously.

She looked down at their naked bodies and she let out several loud moans; seeing that they were one as she continued to be made love to.

He smirked as she began to utter lust-driven words up at him.

“Oh, Severus... Oh, Severus! Oh god, Oh god... Yesss...”

“Oh yeah.” He hissed through clenched teeth into her ear, “Oh yeah... you like it you little slut? Huh?”

“Yesss...” She gasped, “You made me a slut. You made me one...”

He thrust into her even faster now and it took her by surprise. It felt incredible–she was going crazy inside.

Before she knew it had happened, she let out a scream, pulsating around his length.

This triggered him as well and they both climaxed together, their cries heard in unison into the night.

Gasping for air, Snape collapsed on top of her and the pounding of their hearts against sweat-covered chests was all that they could feel as they lay there.

She fell asleep in his arms after a short while and he smiled down at her, kissing her shoulder as he held his beautiful tight.


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"Deseri!"

Deseri felt herself fall... then hit the ground with a thud. Coming awake, she found that she had fallen out of one of the couches in her Common Room. Her friend, Pansy, had spoken to her.

"Snape's gonna be pissed, you're late for your detention!" Pansy snapped, helping Deseri up quickly.

"Al-Alright..." She said, shaking her head to sense. She rushed out of the room quickly, shutting the door and hurrying off towrads the dungeons. On the way, she realized with some disappointment, that it had all been a dream...


* * *


Snape was sitting at his desk at the current moment, his hand extended out in front of him with his eyes shut in severe concentration.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes and lowered his arm, keeping his eyes locked on the door, waiting for her to arrive at any second.

"Just in your dreams, my love." He whispered solemnly, his mind slightly weak with exhaustion, "Only in your dreams."