Bump in the night plus...

Disclaimer: Total Smut, PWP. Obviously I don’t own any of the characters from Harry Potter; if I did, I might have the incentive to write quicker! Only the OC Rose is mine
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11 p.m.

The dark figure of Severus Snape swept out of the kitchen of 12 Grimmauld Place, stopping in the hallway, white-knuckled fingers gripping the newel post at the bottom of the staircase. Raised voices continued momentarily from within that recently departed room, cut off by a young witch’s forceful slamming of the kitchen door.

“Severus, come back in. Storming off like this is only giving him exactly what he wants, the tosser.”

Snape turned round, his breathing only now starting to calm down from the adrenaline of the recent argument. He regarded the flushed cheeks and furrowed brow of Rose Wells, one of the newest recruits to the order.

“I will not be constantly insulted by that mutt. There will be wands drawn if I have to speak to him again this evening, and it won’t be me who’s hexed into next week.”

“I know, look, you’re not the only one pissed off - I don’t exactly appreciate being dragged into it either. I don’t know who the prat thinks he is!” Rose noticed the dark wizard’s expression change from dark to downright murderous, and instantly knew they’d been joined in the hallway by the man in question. She spun round on her heels.

“I think I’m the man whose hospitality you’re taking advantage of, and not very gratefully, if you ask me.” Sirius Black was leaning against the door frame of the kitchen looking unflappable and incredibly smug.

“You’re letting me stay for two nights, Sirius; it hardly makes you a saint. And don’t think I don’t know why you agreed in the first place.”

“Rose! That’s not fair!” A new voice joined the furore in the hall. Jen, the second of the two newly sworn in recruits pushed herself into the crowded space.

“Ok, Ok, maybe we should just get back to it, I’m sure we’ve all got other things to do.”

“Oh, but I wouldn’t want to drag you two away from your cosy tête-à-tête,” Sirius smirked.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Snape scowled more deeply, if possible, at the other man.

“Come on, Snape, it’s not the first time you’ve had a girl fighting your battles for you, is it?”
He was quickly interrupted by a female voice. “Don’t you dare, not one more word, Black, not one word!”

Sirius just switched his gaze to Rose, who was standing poker-straight suddenly, eyes narrowed. “I’ve seen you at the last few meetings, ever since you got sworn in, trying to get yourself noticed. I can’t think why you’d want to though.” He leaned a little closer as though to impart some secret. “It’s not necessarily true, if you know what I mean.” He winked at her slowly, gesturing lewdly.

The noisy crack of Rose’s pink palm connecting hard with Sirius’ cheek echoed harshly, leaving a smart red print behind, but the wizard just smirked further. Rose watched Jen covering her mouth with her hand in embarrassment as she felt her own colour rising crimson from the neck upwards.

“Well, I can’t think of any other reason a witch could have for trailing round after Snivelly there, other than the promise that perhaps that overly large nose relates to other endowments.”

“THAT’S ENOUGH!” the black haired wizard bellowed. Both men had their wands raised and pointed at each other, Rose still in the way and Jen pulling back on Sirius’ arm. “You ridiculous oversexed mongrel, don’t judge everyone by your own standards.”

Jen dragged Sirius’ arm down and stared beseechingly at Rose in the middle of the two men. “Just leave it, Siri; come on, Rose, let’s just get on and get this evening over with.” She pushed the man back into the kitchen in front of her and reached round, taking Rose’s hand and giving it a squeeze. “Come on, hon.”
Her friend looked at her and followed, so mortified by the confrontation that she couldn’t look at the tall dark frame of the man behind her.


12 a.m. - around the kitchen table.


“This is getting us nowhere,” Rose sighed to the room in general, hazel eyes heavy with fatigue.

“We need to form a solid strategy today.” Kingsley Shacklebolt shook his head.

“Well, we can’t give you any more information till the end of next week.” Jen was yawning.

“And I the same,” Snape added.

“We still need to make some decisions.” Voices from all of the members once again mingled, some urging that things needed to be done and others urging caution until further information was gained.

“This really is going nowhere. Look, why don’t we all sleep on it for the night and reconvene at breakfast? There’s room for everyone if we share - the fewer Apparitions from here the better; we can’t risk drawing attention.” Molly Weasley stood up, leaving the table. “I’ll go and sort out the linens.”

Several minutes later she returned, flushed from running upstairs.

“Ok then, Remus and Tonks, if you don’t mind; Kingsley and Alastor, you’re on the first floor, plus obviously Arthur and myself; girls, you’re in the attic together…that just leaves you two, I’m afraid. Second floor.”

Sirius Black, tousle-haired and shadow-eyed from the late hour glared daggers at Snape, who more than matched the ferocity of his gaze with his own cold black stare.
The other members sloped off as quickly as possible, making various grumbling and mumbling noises. When there were only four left Jen looked up from under blonde lashes at her friend.

“Rose?”

“I know exactly what you’re going to say, Jen. Don’t ask me.” She nodded her head in Severus’ direction.

“What now?” he asked.

“These two want to share; she’s been hoping to sneak off down the corridor without anybody noticing but I guess you’re in the way now.” Several furtive glances were shot around the table.

“I’d be more than happy to get away from you, Black, but where are you expecting me to sleep?” Snape looked at the other man, arms folded. Rose answered, knowing a clever tactic was called for.

“You can have the bed and I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“Ha ha, don’t trust yourself, eh? Well, I can see why!” Sirius snorted sarcastically.

“Don’t start again, Sirius, really.” Jen was squeezing his thigh under the table.

“Do you ever stop?” Rose sighed, exhausted now. “Let’s all just get some sleep.”
Rose was the first to rise and headed off up the several flights of stairs to the small attic room.




12.45 a.m.

Entering the small attic space, Rose began attempting to make some kind of comfortable space on the patch of floor near the end of the bed.

“Don’t be silly, girl; I’m sure having to share the bed can’t be such an arduous task.” Snape pointed his wand at the small double bed and with ease enlarged it to a good sized king, almost filling the room. “Now, I’ll turn around and you may change into your sleepwear.”
Rose watched him turn around, a little surprised at the uncharacteristic show of gentlemanliness. But heartened by the thought of a nice warm bed rather than the hard floor she quickly disrobed and slipped on the small shorts and teal vest she’d brought to sleep in.

“All done - it’s your turn.” She sat on the edge of the bed facing the door and closed her eyes. Snape turned round and took in the pleasing sight of a curvy young witch, scantily clad and about to warm up the bed nicely for him. He sighed slightly as he changed into the old nightshirt Molly had left out on the bed for him - clean at least, he thought.

“What’s wrong?” Rose asked as she felt his weight descend onto the other side of the mattress. They climbed under the coverlet and cool sheets, as far apart as the bed allowed, both staring at the cracks in the ceiling plasterwork.

“I’m sorry that you were embarrassed earlier. I feel I should apologise.” He sighed again, closing his eyes. Rose turned her head slightly, struggling to see in the darkened room. She picked out his profile; not a pretty one, she thought, but so sexy. She wished silently that he was whispering something other than apologies.

“Its ok, it’s not your fault.” With that, she closed her eyes too and drifted off to sleep.


2 a.m.

In the pitch black of the tiny attic room Severus Snape awoke. Feeling unsure of how he’d managed to sleep in the first place, he wondered idly for a moment what time it was. Shifting around a little to get comfortable he slowly noticed the sensation of heat and small breaths against the back of his neck. Rose had rolled over in her sleep and was now pressed firmly up against his back. The sudden thought that only two layers of very thin cotton lay between his own back and the soft pert breasts he could currently feel resting against him caused him to stop moving abruptly. This, however, had the effect of causing the sleeping witch to snuggle in closer, grazing his neck with her lips, and emitting a soft moan. He closed his eyes again, aware of a now raging erection pushing against the fabric that constrained it, glad he’d decided to keep his underpants on since the shirt was not the most concealing of garments. Trying to think of other things he started to drift off into a fitful sleep once again.

2.10 a.m.

Rose woke feeling slightly smothered. She quickly realised that she’d moved from her safe distance across the bed and had managed to wedge herself firmly up against Snape’s back. She moved a little but he seemed to move back with her.

Wow, she thought, he smells good. Pressing harder against him, she felt that under the heavy layers she’d previously seen him wearing there lay a strong and nicely toned physique. Still slightly sleepy, and without really thinking what she was doing, she ran her tongue lightly against the small area of pale skin exposed between the collar of the night shirt and the blackness of his hair, then pressed her lips subtly (she hoped) at his neck.

Unseen by Rose, at this moment her bedfellow’s eyes shot open as he awoke in time to feel soft plump lips pressing against the sensitive skin of his neck. In a second, his common sense, which told him he should just pretend to be asleep, was overridden by a rush of hormones, ruling urges kept at bay for several years. He turned over in the blink of an eye and was face to face with a very shocked-looking Rose.

“I thought you were asleep, oh gods!” If he could have seen her accurately, he would have seen the fetching shade of red that covered her cheeks. She closed her eyes tight, wishing for a black hole to open up under her, but then they sprang open again when she became aware that something rigid and very sizable was now resting against her thigh.
Looking straight into the black eyes which were staring back at her, somewhere between uncertain and challenging, she let slip a quiet “oh” as her lips were covered by soft and commanding ones. She opened her mouth slightly to allow his tongue to push gently in and brush against her own; the gentle exploration quickly became feverish and breath became short gasps.
She pulled her fingers through his hair, pushing it out of his face, then ran her hands down his chest, stopping to finger gently the sparse black curls which inhabited his chest. In turn she moaned into his mouth as his long fingers explored her body, thumbs gently skimming her sensitive nipples; she thrust her chest forward to encourage his touch and was rewarded by firm massaging of each breast. Rose pressed on and slid her palms further down his front, reaching to find the hem of the shirt; she pushed it up to run her fingers lightly along his thighs, then pulled it up higher, urgently trying to be rid of the garment and take a good look at the body beneath.
At the same time Snape breathlessly broke their kiss, to trail tiny nibbles and nips down her jaw and neck, pushing down at the straps of her vest to expose the soft pink flesh; he found one dust pink nipple and flicked with his tongue, then licked a long stroke round the tautly pebbled areola.

Rose was struggling to lift the voluminous cotton of his borrowed shirt, and gasped exasperatedly, “Severus, take it off!”

He leaned back from her, and yanked the garment over his head. Tossing it to one side, he smirked until he saw the huge grin on Rose’s face, fixed on his nether regions. “What?” he asked crossly looking down, then remembering the presence of not-his-best-pants-by-far. “Ugh.” He groaned, embarrassed, until he felt insistent fingers investigating the trail of dark hairs leading from his navel. Rose began to follow her fingers’ path with light teasing kisses.

“I guess you weren’t expecting company? Don’t worry - if I’d thought we’d end up here I would’ve worn something sexier too.”

Saying that, she pulled down the offending article and shimmied down the bed till she was face to face with a cock which definitely lived up to expectations. As he felt her heated breath on the engorged head of his rod it caused him to thrust forward slightly so that his erection, bobbing upwards, grazed Rose’s waiting lips. She stroked up the shaft, feeling the smooth skin’s softness contrasting with the organ’s rock hardness.
Dipping lower, she ran her tongue along the heavy sac of his balls, before taking one gently in her mouth. Next, running a long firm lick up all the way from the base to the deeply engorged head, she murmured, taking as much of the length as she could into her mouth. Sliding up and down, slicking with her warm moist muscle, flicking the tip of it over the small slit on the end, she felt fingers tangling in her hair urging her on, but even taking him as deep as she could into her throat she still couldn’t fit the full extent of him in.

By now Severus’s breath was coming quickly and raggedly. Looking down to see the witch’s face looking back up at him, framed with dark chestnut curls, as she moaned over his dick was almost too much. He pulled her up towards him, rolling on top of her, and pinning her down easily with his greater strength. Looking into her eyes now, a tiny modicum of doubt crossed his mind; this was all so unprecedented, but in her eyes even an expert Legilimens could only see a darkening profound lust.

Grabbing both her wrists in one large hand he held her hands together, causing her to moan and lean up, straining her mouth towards his in search of contact. He allowed her to brush his lips only, and then went back to work tonguing her breasts and collarbone. With his other hand he reached down, pushing down her shorts to her knees, from where she kicked then off. Now unhindered, his fingers coursed a searing trail up her inner thighs until they met with a small neat thatch of hair crowning her slick folds. “Mmm, you’re so hot, so wet.” His voice was velvet smooth next to her ear. Rose felt like she was on fire, and as his long fingers plunged into her passage, his thumb pressing against her most sensitive nub, she cried out. It took only a few seconds for a wicked rhythm to build as those digits worked against her, sending her into a frenzy. “Oh yes, my gods, yes!” she called out uncontrollably as the walls inside clenched over and over, feeling like a tsunami of pleasure crashing over her. A bead of sweat ran quickly across her forehead as she pulled her wrists free to take his sharp-featured face in her hands. “I need to have you inside me now, Severus.”

He groaned; his balls felt full to exploding point and he knew he wouldn’t last long once inside. Positioning himself at her entrance, still tight from the clenched muscles of orgasm, he gently teased her with the tip of his manhood, causing her to squirm below him in an effort to urge him forward inside. Slowly at first, he pushed into the soaking channel, feeling how the heat caused his cock to twitch. With him momentarily distracted, Rose had managed to lift her hips and pull him fully into her with a high moan.

“Impatience,” he smiled at her, so close she could only see the expression in his eyes, which she’d never seen show any such exhibition of warm feeling before.
Plunging deeply into her, he felt tiny prickles of perspiration forming on his back; listening to her keen and whimper, bucking against him, was taking him out of himself until he was aware of nothing but the intense sensation pooling in his gut. Now, realising Rose was calling out his name and her tight muscles were clenching once again - this time massaging and gripping his cock - he roared out unintelligible sounds as he came hard, thrusting with all his might into her and forcing her hard down into the mattress.

Both hot and damp from sweat and cum, the two lay quietly until Snape moved gently off onto the bed beside her, not sure what the appropriate thing to do next might be. Luckily Rose, flushed and sleepy, leaned over and gently placed a kiss on his forehead.

“Best get some sleep now.”

“Yes,” was the only muffled response as both slipped into semi-comatose, highly satisfied sleep.


3 a.m. - the room below


Sirius Black and Jen Ariad were both awoken by a small downfall of plaster from the ceiling above. Coughing, they sat up. “What the hell was that?” Black complained, dusting plaster particles from his beard and hair. As they both looked up, they heard the unexpected but unmistakable sound of a deep baritone and high pitch soprano orgasm raging from above.
Jen giggled and flopped back. Sirius grimaced and mock spat, “Ugh, tell me I didn’t hear that”. But his blonde companion just smiled and dragged him back under the covers, still giggling.