Encounters

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, and others including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Warner Bros. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Summary: Snape has an encounter with someone…but who is she and does it really matter?

Warning: These stories are for adult readers and are categorised as NC-17 for that reason. Stories will include explicit sex scenes and adult language. Please do not read if you are likely to be offended by the **wide range** of consensual and non-consensual sexual activity that can occur between those over the age of consent.


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Many thanks to Fleab for beta reading this chapter.


Muggle London 1998

He sat on a stool at the bar watching. Amid the pulsating throng of sweaty bodies on the dance floor he spotted her immediately. Allowing himself a twisted little smile he felt a momentary pang of excitement and arousal.

This was why he came to places like this and why he endured the endless swooping of tarts who were unable to resist chancing their luck with an unattached male. Fortunately most were easily dispensed with when they realised that he was not as ‘mysterious’ as they had first presumed. He was simply antisocial, condescending and arrogant. A few carefully chosen words and a well-practiced look of derision was usually enough to convince them of that fact.

He wanted none of these women who came to him, so intoxicated or needy that they looked past his haggard, crooked profile, barely glanced at his lean frame, and rarely made eye contact.

No, he wanted her. Her attire was unusual, her body acceptably proportioned, her hair a straggly black and red mess plastered to her head by sweat. All in all she was moderately attractive he decided, but as that was not his prime concern.

Instead he focused on the way she held herself, her movements flowed like silk as she danced and the confident tilt of her head. These were the things he was interested in, these were the things that allured him.

He could see the sheen of perspiration on her body. The glimpse of smooth thigh exposed between her rubber hot pants and knee high boots that glistened and sparkled in the lights as she gyrated her hips and bent her knees in tempo with the music her hands moving too, accentuating, following, guiding. Her arms and her thighs had slightly but clearly defined muscles he noticed after having spent long minutes watching her.

He raised the bottle of lager to his lips and she turned, her eyes meeting his for a fraction of a second. Sliding his gaze away from her moments before she glanced at him for the second time he struggled to conceal the smirk that threatened. He had her. When he looked back to meet her bolder third look, he saw it in her eyes – she knew.

He had finished his drink and had begun another by the time she came to stand at the opposite end of the bar. She was swigging her fancy water and conspicuously not looking at him. He waited, he was after all a patient man, he had learned his lessons the hard way and now knew all the rules of the game they were embarking on. Eventually he sensed it was time. Sweeping a glance across the room first he finally turned to her. As expected she was boldly looking at him now, her stare brazen, challenging - knowing. Yes, this was what he sought. Spirit with a shared goal, a shared cause, a shared knowledge. He could always tell, in fact not miss the signs that showed him she was the same as he.

Pushing himself off the stool he noticed her eyes drop. She was assessing his long legs beneath his expensive black trousers, her gaze rose and took in the spatter of black hair upon pale skin that showed past the open neck of his black shirt. He saw her just manage to stop herself from licking her lips, but caught the way her lips parted involuntarily and almost smelt her hunger.

Their eyes didn’t leave each other as he walked towards her his long black leather jacket swishing around his calves. He walked past her, a slight incline of his head the only communication he offered. He didn’t see her move, didn’t hear her get up, but he knew she followed him. Weaving through the mass of people they made their way to the back of the club.

When he flung open the fire escape door he stepped back to allow her to pass before him, and as she did he saw she was no longer meeting his eyes. He smelt her fear now. Allowing himself a grin behind her back he shut the doors quietly and there they stood in the shadows and in silence a good foot apart.

The smell of stale beer didn’t bother him and it mattered not that water from the muddy puddles splattered his fine shoes. Those things were not important, whereas this was.

He stepped towards her and she stepped back. Again, he moved closer and she moved away. Eventually she hit the wall behind them and as she did his mouth came down hard on hers. Not a word, not a sound passed between them as lips crushed lips, tongues found each other’s and twisted together.

His hands found her breasts, squeezing them through the material of her skimpy top, fingers pinching nipples before his hands left to seek the waistband of her hot pants.

Using magic would be easier, but possibly not as much fun he mused as he tugged the tight fitting garment down past her hips. He let her scoop up the shorts as she stepped out of them before he pushed her back against the wall again, hard, one arm brace against her shoulder as his hand twisted into her hair, restraining her. His other hand rested on her leg and he slowly raked fingernails up the outside of her exposed thigh, hard enough to cause her to tense but not to draw blood.

He knew she could feel him grinning against her mouth as he came to cup her sex, squeezing her mound harshly. He slid his hand inside and with one finger pushed past her lips, into her heat. Another finger quickly followed and now he heard her gasp. Roughly he plunged his fingers in and out of her, he could tell from her tiny gasps that his fingers hurt, he could tell from the way she thrust her hips to meet him that she liked it.

Finding her ready now he dragged his mouth from hers, biting down hard on her lower lip as he did so. He was so aroused, but he was damned if he would give her the power of knowing that he was, “Turn around” he said, his low tone commanding and seductive.

She did so without comment or question. He placed a hand on her back and pushed until she stood slightly bent over, her arms outstretched, braced on the wall. Nudging her feet apart with his own she obediently spread her legs wider. She looked back at him over her shoulder, her mouth slightly open and her eyes wide and glistening. He knew she felt vulnerable and exposed in this position. Good.

Gripping a hip he dug his fingers into her flesh as he used his other hand to release his straining erection from his trousers. Positioning himself at her entrance he took a moment to rub the end of his cock down her slit, parting her cooling lips and grazing her clit as he did so. She squirmed and pushed towards him in response and he quickly pushed his cock into her, past the coolness and into her hot tight depths. Buried to the hilt he paused for a moment, basking in the sensation of the sticky wet sheath around his pulsing hardness.

A moment later he began to move with hard purpose. He fucked her as he knew she wanted to be fucked and that was enough. Other than grasping her hips tightly he did not touch her and in silence, other than the sounds their bodies made.

Harder, faster, deeper he fucked her, relishing the feeling of his cock hitting her cervix and his balls slapping furiously against her swollen flesh.

She met his thrusts with her own and soon they had to move forward together so that she could regain her anchor on the wall. She dropped her head and let out a cry. He felt her heat began to rise and it drove him deeper still. She stilled for a second and he felt the first tightening of her heat around him. He heard her let out an involuntary cry as her hips started to move again. Desperately, wildly she met his thrusts with vigour until at last her orgasm coursed through her, silencing her, stilling her, squeezing him.

Furiously now he fucked her, chasing his own orgasm. When he it came it caught them both unawares so sudden and violent as it was. Letting out a startled gasp of his own he leant over her so he too could brace an arm on the wall. His knees were suddenly weak, his strength sapped out of him as he felt himself explode within her. She gasped with pleasure as she felt herself filled with him.

Panting they stood as they were, she with her arms and head against the wall, his chest resting along her back one arm next to hers on the wall, the other tightly curled around her waist, supporting her. When they felt the first trickle of fluid begin to run between them they slowly pulled apart.

Taking his wand he whispered cleaning spells for both of them before adjusting his clothing. She said nothing but gazed at him curiously before shimmying her hot pants back up with some difficulty. They stood facing each other, her eyes full of questions and his full of warning.

He debated for a moment whether to ‘obliviate’ her. No he decided, that would not be necessary, not since he had noted her wand tucked into her boot and realised she was a witch. She seemed not to recognise him, and Merlin, even if she did it would do his reputation no real harm. In fact it might give the Hogwarts brats something new to talk about. Strange, when he had chosen her tonight it had never crossed his mind that she might be a witch. It was the look in her eye that had drawn him to her. He could always sense a good fuck that way, had known she’d be an easy lay and he’d been right – as usual.

He smirked at her as he twined his fingers into her still damp and straggly hair and bent to kiss her. It was a deep, fierce kiss. A kiss that they both knew signified the end of their shared pleasure. A shame, he sensed that they could have had all kinds of fun together. He watched her stride off, back towards the club without a glance or second thought. Snorting he shook his hair out of his eyes and glanced up at the sky, into the dirty drizzle that had just started.

The crack of his apparition couldn’t be heard above the noise from within the club. The witch opened the fire door and walked back into the smoky interior and smiling now she headed to the toilets wondering who the wizard was, and why he seemed vaguely familiar to her.

Entering a cubicle she took a little packet of powder from her pocket and tipped it onto the pocket mirror she also carried. She used a folded Muggle banknote to shuffle the powder into a slim line before rolling the same note into a fine tube. Bending over she paused as she placed the tube gently into one nostril and pinched the other closed. Whoever he was he was a damn fine fuck she thought groaning as she sniffed and the fine white powder hit the back of her nose with a painful tingle.