What Have I Done?

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She walked the corridor with her attention focused on the book held in one hand while absently taking bites from an apple in the other. Voices broke through her concentration and looking up from her book she gave a silent sigh. A familiar scene stood before her. The towering dark figure of the Potion’s Master and three students withering under his glare. As she moved closer, however, she saw that the students weren’t withering, they were glaring back. Stifling back a smile, she closed her book with an audible click and walked up to the other occupants of what she now noticed was the dungeon corridor.

“I really should pay more attention to where I’m going while reading,” she thought.

“For your impertinence, Potter, that will be 25 points from Gryffindor. For Granger’s need to show her vast knowledge of things that are clearly none of her business, 20 points from Gryffindor. And lastly, for Weasley’s apparent attempts to keep up with his present company another 20 points from Gryffindor.” The Potion Master’s voice carried to her as she walked up behind him. Clearing her throat to announce her presence to him, she looked at the students and wondered what brought on this round of point reduction. He turned and sneered down at her. “Is there something you need, Professor?”

She resisted the urge to reply sarcastically to him with a “well, you could try to be a less irritating git, but I do believe that’s beyond you,” and took a moment to rid herself of her half eaten apple. Tossing the apple up from her hand, she snapped her fingers and the apple disappeared. She tucked her book under her arm and smiled at the students watching her. “Well, Professor Snape, actually I thought I would remind Harry, Hermione, and Ron that they should be in the Great Hall for dinner and I wondered if I might take a moment of your time.” She said, thinking that possibly for once, her sparkling personality would win this one.

“Yes, well, I’m quite certain that these three had forgotten where they should be seeing as I found them skulking about the dungeons.” Professor Snape turned to glare at the trio again before returning his attention to her. “Apparently the dungeons are no longer as unattractive as they once were, visitors are practically falling from the ceiling today,” he sneered at her.

She should have known that regardless of how she addressed the situation, he’d be impossible. “Yes, well, it’s such a warm environment,” Smiling wickedly up at him, she continued, “why I’m sure it’s a mere matter of time before all the houses are making requests to move their rooms down here.” She looked to the three students. “Now, would you three care to tell me what brought you down here, where you are so obviously not welcome?”

She noticed that Ron’s cheeks flamed with embarrassment and Hermione looked away guiltily. Harry was the only one who would meet her gaze. “We came d own because I forgot a book in the classroom. While I was looking for it, Sn…Professor Snape came in and accused us of snooping.” Harry shot a glare at his Potions Professor. “All I wanted was my book, Professor Dorrington, but I couldn’t find it, then he started docking points.”

She knew that Harry wasn’t telling her the full truth, but she also knew that she wouldn’t be finding out what that truth was anytime soon. Sighing, she looked at both Ron and Hermione. “Is this true?” She asked, knowing they’d agree with whatever Harry said. Their nods of agreement came as no surprise. “I see, well then, Professor Snape, “she started, turning toward him, “what made you think that they were snooping and not looking for a book as Harry says?”

If looks could kill, the one he shot her when she questioned him would have done the trick. “I see no need for me to answer to you as to what led me to believe that these students were looking into things that are none of their concern.” The tone of his voice was drawn as though he were holding himself back from letting his rage free.

“Well, given that you aren’t willing to give proof for what you accuse them off, then I’m sure you’ll understand if I undock some points?” She said, turning back to the now beaming children. “Oh, don’t smile so broadly, you three. You were still in an area that you had no permission to be in, however, I don’t agree with the amounts of points deducted, so I think that I’ll reward you for a few things that I haven’t had a chance to. Harry, for being willing to attempt even the most difficult spells readily, 15 points. Hermione, for being prepared with questions and less known facts for each class ten points. Ron, for always having your wand at the ready and showing anticipation to learn ten points. Now, I won’t tell you again, go to dinner.” She said, dismissing them. They looked for no other sign to leave and rushed away. Taking a deep breath, she turned back to the now furious Potion Master.

Glaring down at her, he could barely contain the rage he felt at being questioned then overruled in front of his most aggravating students, he hissed, “In my office, Professor, now.”

Feeling her own temper rise at being ordered, she none the less did as she was told. Her head held high, she walked past him into his classroom and onward to his office at the back. She could feel him following behind her, his anger rushing off him in waves. As soon as they were inside his office, the door slammed hard enough to reverberate the castle walls. He stayed silent until he took his place behind his desk. He stood, the desk between them, looking down at her. She refused to cower under his sneering face, and looked defiantly up at him, waiting for his tantrum to begin. His lips barely parted when he ordered, “sit down, Professor.”

Refusing to bow to this order as well, “No, thank you , Professor. I think I’d prefer to stand.” Her voice sounded as cold as she felt. How dare he treat her like a child? She removed the book from under her arm and laid it down on the edge of the desk. She wanted nothing in her hands when the tirade that she knew was coming came.

“Fine,” he replied. His voice was silky, even when dripping in anger. “I hardly think I need to remind you that I am a well respected Professor at this school and I will not have some silly little chit come in and treat me like an unmannered school boy.” She resisted the urge to explain that you have to give respect to earn it, and bit her lip as he continued. “That being said, I will not tolerate you coming into my domain in the castle and undermining my authority with students. You had no business in the dungeons, you have no business sticking your overzealous nose into my disciplinary methods, and you have no right to speak to me in such an impertinent manner while in front of the students. I will not stand for it.” His voice didn’t raise past his normal tone, but the rage from the incident in the hall was evident. “You’d be better off sticking to the wing you teach in and the tower that your rooms are in, Professor. I’d hate for something to happen to you down here in my ‘cozy’ domain.” The threat sounded idle, but with this snake you could hardly tell if he was docile or would strike at any moment. “Now, if you don’t mind, I have papers to grade and other matters to attend to. Kindly show yourself out.” He said dismissing her.

A slightly wicked smile played on her lips as she stood still in her place. “Oh, Severus,” she said, purposely calling him by his first name and not “Professor”. “While you may be finished with me, I am hardly through with you.” Leaning forward, she put both palms flat on his desk and looked into his eyes. “I’ve allowed you to regale me with what you will not tolerate, and now you’re going to listen to me.” He opened his mouth as though he were going to object to her voicing her opinions, but she held up a hand and silenced him. “No, you had your say, it’s my turn now. You have done nothing, from the time I arrived at this castle, to give me any reason to show you the respect that you assume you deserve. You have been condescending, obnoxious, rude, beligerent, and childish. I would have thought that sixteen years was enough time for you to have moved out of the past and realize that we are the adults now, Severus. Apparently I expected too much. You show your students no patience, you bully and demean them when they do seek aid, you are nothing but a bully in teacher’s robes. You haven’t left your own school years, Severus. You’re still trapped upside down with your robes over your head and the school seeing your underwear. Well newsflash, Severus, that was years ago, you aren’t a tortured student anymore and guess what? James and Sirius are both dead. The revenge, it’s time to get over thoughts of that. Harry isn’t James. So stop thinking of him as though he is. This is my warning to you, Severus, move past it before those memories eat you alive.” She turned at this to walk away, but thought better of it and turned around again to face him. “One more thing, I honestly think that if you actually tried pretending you were a man instead of a school boy, that would probably scare your students more than all your sneers rolled into one.” With that she turned to leave.

She’d only taken her first step before she felt his hands on her shoulders forcing her to face him again. She opened her mouth to protest, but his lips crushed down on hers. He forced her back against the door to his office, the hard wood unforgiving against her back. His mouth wasn’t loving or seductive, itwas demanding and cruel. Their teeth collided and their tongues dueled. Her hands twisted into his hair, pulling him harshly toward her. As their mouths fought, his hands roamed down the sides of her body to her waist. With a sharp tug he yanked her robes up, letting the cool air of the dungeons tease the warm skin of her calves. As the velvet robes slid higher exposing the smooth whiteness of her thighs, their kissing deepened and turned from aggression to raw need.

Her hands slide into his hair, holding his mouth to her as his palms slid over the bare skin of her backside.

"Well, well, well." He whispered against her lips, "I wonder what the headmaster and your puppy would think of the golden girl not wearing anything under her teaching robes?"

She glared at him before smiling slyly and answering. "Well, my 'puppy' wouldn't be too surprised, seeing as he's been under my robes quite a bit."

He glared back and crushed his mouth against hers again. His fingers dug into her pale skin and he pressed his body against hers letting her feel his hardness. She moaned against his lips, grinding back against him. Moving his mouth from hers, he flicked his tongue against her neck as his hands left her. She heard the rustle of robes and suddenly the warmth of his lower body pressed against her.

His breath played against the pulse beating at her neck as he spoke. "Surely the puppy would be upset to see who was under your robes now." It wasn't a question and he punctuated it with a bite to her neck. Maybe those vampire rumors weren't far off, she thought gasping at the pressure of his teeth.

"I doubt he'd be very calm seeing you acting so wantonly with me." His hardness pressed harder against her and she found herself pressing back, begging with her body for him to take her. He moved his lower half away slightly and held her tight against the door with his hands on her waist. He teased her lower jaw with his mouth and tongue making her whimper and press forward, hoping to come into contact with his lower half again.

"I want to hear you say it." He whispered, his breath hot against her skin. "Say you want me. Ask me to take you."

Part of her screamed for her to think of Remus and run the hell away, but the more primal part of her answered. "Please, Severus." Her hands ran through his hair as she whimpered for him to take her.

Smirking at her, he moved forward and slid slowly inside her. Her legs wrapped around his waist automatically as she ground her body down on his. Her arms went around his neck, her nails digging into the robe covering his shoulders. Bracing her back against the door, he began thrusting hard and fast as the room filled with the sounds of their animalistic coupling. His hands and fingers dug into her waist, certain to give her bruises later as his mouth found hers once again. Their moans were closer to screams as they both climaxed, her back slamming against the door one last time as they clung together. They panted, trying to get their breathing back to normal before they parted.

Severus pushed back, and turned from her. She heard him fixing his robes and muttering a cleaning charm to conceal what had just happened. She quickly did the same, feeling a mixture of extreme satisfaction and a hint of guilt. Shaking her head, she turned to walk out of the office, but was stopped by the sound of his voice.

"Professor?" He said, stopping her and forcing her to turn and face him. He held the book she'd walked in with in his hand. "This is yours, isn't it?"

She took it from him and muttered thanks. He smirked and said, "Well if that will be all, Professor, I do have grading to do." Dismissing her again, as though she were nothing but an inconvenient student.

She bit the inside of her cheek before answering him. "Of course, Professor. Goodbye." She turned to leave when his voice stopped her again.

"Do say hello to Lupin for me." She opened the door and walked out without saying anything. Dear Merlin, what had she done?