Chance Encounters

Disclaimer, the Second: Harry Potter would be a much dirtier tale if it were
mine, and there would be distinctively less Harry Potter involved. What you recognize is property of JKR. If I were making money, I would be much happier. But alas, that cannot be.

Posting my first fic was more daunting than I could have dreamed. I think I got everything covered on the warning label.

Also… In this fic, Lily isn’t the innocent thing she is often made out to be. In my mind, she is a true redhead: she knows what she wants, and is bossy enough to see that it absolutely happens. I think it’s pretty clear after reading book seven that she had poor Severus wrapped around her little finger six ways from Sunday.

Chance Encounters

Chapter One: If a Boy is Embarrassed in the Room of Requirement and Nobody's Around to See Him…

Severus Snape felt himself being lifted from a feeling of warm, fuzzy, black unconsciousness. The odd thing was he had no recollection of going unconscious. As he slowly came to realization, he surveyed his gangly, greasy teenaged body for possible harm inflicted, as was his habit. Not seeing any blood or other obvious indicator of trauma, Severus rolled to his side and slowly tried to push himself into a sitting position. A quarter of the way up, he hit his head on something very solid, wooden. 'Oh, how dignified,' he thought, 'I’m hiding under a bed.' He realized he must have ducked in hiding from the Marauders—the hiding part would have been shameful, if he weren’t in Slytherin House. Saving his own hide was of primary importance; anyone who mattered would understand that. Crawling out from under the bed, Severus took in his surroundings; he was in the Room of Requirement, certainly. And he had to admit, it was a really nice bed he had been hiding under.

Looking around the room, Severus wondered if he must have “interrupted” something when he popped in. The room was clearly set for some kind of romantic rendezvous. Being both ugly and unpleasant, not to mention unpopular in the extreme, Severus knew the room was not set for his use. Long moments passed; still, no one appeared. It seemed a shame to waste such a nice room. Candles suspended in mid-air, glass bowls on the little mahogany end tables with floating, scented petals, and the large, well-made bed. Making an executive decision, Severus crossed over to the bed to lie down. This beat going back to his dormitory any day. Though he was Slytherin through and through, life among pure-bloods was not always easy. Severus certainly thought like a pure-blood and acted like one to boot, but this was not enough. To make matters worse, he was at what one might call an “awkward” stage—he felt his life was one big “awkward” stage, particularly around the object of his affections—yes, greasy Snivellus had affections—Lily Evans. Just thinking about her brought a smile to his face. Or was that a smirk? Either way, it was much easier to think when she wasn’t around.

Wandering thoughts came full circle when Severus’ mind started again considering his circumstances. Was he to sleep in his clothing? The room had not provided any sleepwear. Sleeping in clothing was a most disagreeable notion, and Severus decided that since he was alone in the room, he might as well sleep in the nude. After quickly stripping down, he realized that he had not brushed his teeth. He started looking through the room for any sign of a door which might lead to a sink and a toothbrush. When, after five minutes, no such door presented itself, Severus extinguished the light and climbed into the bed—on to something small, warm, and remarkably human-like.

“Oof! Watch it!”

Severus drew his wand, “Who’s there?”

“Sev?” the familiar voice seemed to take a long time to reach him.

“Lily?”

“Yes, Lily. Took you long enough. I thought the room was broken. I was about to leave… Sev?”

“Yes, Lily?”

“You aren’t wearing any clothes.”

Some strange voice in Severus’ head compelled him to apologize, though reason dictated it ridiculous since he had no idea she was there. Pesky reason went the extra mile and pointed out that it seemed as though Lily wasn’t wearing much of any clothing, either. Now, that was a mental picture Severus could have done without—he had it bad enough for the witch without that kind of help. It was clear that she didn’t return the feeling in any way, though—how could she? It was wrong of him to expect such things.

“I’m sorry, I’ll leave,” Severus said in a small voice. 'At least my voice didn’t break,' he thought, 'at least I can still walk out with some dignity.'

“Don’t leave me… I was waiting for you!” a whine crept into Lily’s voice that only one who was totally smitten could ignore.

“Lily, what on earth could you possibly want from me, in the dark, I’m naked for goodness’ sake…” Severus’ voice trailed off as he realized exactly what Lily wanted.

“Well, Sev, you were the one that made it dark, actually,” Lily pointed out while bringing the lights back up to a soft, warm glow. In doing so, she sat up and uncovered herself. Severus was able to see the pale redhead, clad only in matching white underclothing that bore a strong resemblance to lace. He closed his eyes and breathed heavily; he could feel his reaction that he hoped against hope Lily missed—he would positively die of embarrassment. What would she think?

Lily noticed her friend trying to blend into the bedclothes and snatched away the offending linens.

“What are you doing?!” Severus howled in humiliation.

In response, Lily moved her body between his legs, on her stomach, propped up on her arms at his eye level. “Really, Sev, what AM I doing? If you can’t recognize it by now, my efforts have been utterly wasted.” With that, Lily lowered her head toward his erection. Severus watched in simultaneous bliss and some bad feeling he couldn’t identify until she was a hairbreadth away. He couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“Lily, no!”

Lily looked up at him, looking coy and far too sure of herself she said, “What’s the matter Sev? Won’t let me?” With that, she ignored further sounds of protest until she had taken the head of him into her mouth, resulting in a pleasured shout. Just as abruptly she removed her mouth, leaving Severus panting and more than a little confused.

“Wha—” he began, stupidly.

“Touch yourself,” Lily said in a tone that might have been used for giving a stranger directions to a popular destination. Severus looked at her, unbelieving, and made a face.

Lily had moved from the bed into a standing position, and her nearly naked frame definitely got his attention when she stamped her foot. The whining tone came back.

“Touch yourself, Sev, I want to see you touch yourself!”

“Lily, that’s hardly proper—”

“Sev, I just had your cock in my mouth. Proper,” she scoffed, “How can you talk about proper?”

Severus Snape had never known a functional relationship. His father was an bastard, his mother was a bitch, and between the two of them there was never a moments’ rest. As he could never do anything to anyone’s satisfaction, he settled for doing every task in such a way that would not get him hit. Even at his young age, Severus was convinced he had never known love—not before Lily. For certain, his parents were incapable of any such sentiment. It was an odd love he had for this mudblood. He could not explain it any way but to say that he followed her around like some hapless animal indulging her every whim and avoiding her wrath as much as possible, placating at every turn, hoping that one day she would cease from taking, the way everyone else did, and just love him in the storybook sense. But this was the life of Severus Snape, ergo nothing happened in the storybook sense; at least, not in the happy storybook “and they all lived happily ever after” sense. Maybe in the dark, twisted, sadistic faerie tales which were composed to in some way warn fledglings of all the dangers and evils of life. The moral of this story, Severus knew, was that he would do positively anything to keep the one good thing he had going—even humiliate himself in this fashion, if that was what she wanted.

Fortunately (or unfortunately, Severus honestly did not know), he was a teenager, and all this introspection had not put him off the possibility of some sort of gratification. He reached down hesitantly and touched his erection as though it was foreign to him. Lily’s saliva was still there. He exhaled sharply through his large nose. He looked over at Lily; her eyes were dilated and she was breathing raggedly. Her delicate, pale skin was flushing in the most attractive way, and her heavy breathing had an interesting effect on her breasts. Focusing on this, Severus increased both grip and speed, causing his eyelids to flutter as his eyes rolled back in pleasure. In this state of heightened arousal, he found he couldn’t help but moan her name in a breathy, ragged voice. Upon opening his eyes, Severus discovered that Lily had joined him in his state of undress and was once again leaning over him. This time, the angle and alignment were slightly different, but Severus didn’t care, and he certainly didn’t want to stop and analyze, not when he was this close.

“Lily, oh gods, Lily, I’m going to come… here, you’re so fucking beautiful… so close… gods, what you do to me… fuck…”

“Stop!” Lily grabbed his hand and prevented him from finishing.

Severus merely looked up at her, unable to rally his senses enough to question her actions. Before he could even try, Lily leaned over him so that his cock rested between her breasts. Severus could not think of anything that could possibly be more sexy. Ever. Then her little hands guided his hands to her breasts and she showed him to push them together. The sensation was undeniably delicious. Lily indicated he should move, and move he did. On his upstroke, she caught the head of his cock in her mouth. After a few good licks, she decided her mouth could be put to better use. “Yeah, oh yeah… that feels good… you like that?” Severus’ strokes sped up. He was so caught up in playing with her breasts and pinching her nipples while sliding his cock back and forth, he nearly didn’t hear Lily call to him.

“Sev? … You want to come?”

Struggling to find his voice, Severus managed a weak, “Oh, gods, yes!”
Severus continued thrusting desperately between her breasts, grunting and whispering obscenities, letting out the occasional primal scream. Lily dipped her head and caught his cock in her mouth again, this time not letting it slide out. She kept a firm suction on the head of Severus’ cock while playing her tongue around it.

“Ahhh, Lily… fuck… more, yes!”

Lily had taken more of Severus’ cock in her mouth, moving so that though he lost contact with her breasts, he was not disappointed. She was taking quite a bit of his cock in her mouth and sucking intently. One hand reached for Severus’ balls, palming them and squeezing gently. Her tongue followed and she sucked each into her hot, wet mouth until he was about to release. She promptly let them go and blew lightly on them.

“Please,” Severus said softly, and Lily went back to sucking his cock, this time, with intent. One hand continued to caress his balls, while the other wandered around to his ass and thighs, running her nails lightly across them.

Severus was thrusting into her mouth in earnest, his pale face flushed, head dropped back and eyelids fluttering, alternately whispering and shouting praise at Lily’s technique and obscenities.

“Lily, Lily… now, oh, gods, now. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Yes, shit… oh, oh, oh gods… Yes!”

Severus did not come on Lily’s face—somehow that struck him as degrading, but rather, in her mouth. He came with blinding force, like no climax he had ever experienced before. The world seemed to grow simultaneously more light and dark as Severus released powerfully in her mouth, panting and holding her head to him as he shot jet after jet into her mouth, between her swollen lips. As he felt the flow coming to a halt, Severus pulled his cock out of her mouth and milked it, letting the rest of his come fall on her lips. Those big, green eyes looked hazily up at him as she licked her lips.

At just that time, Severus felt that all-too-familiar warm, fuzzy, dark sensation sweep over him as unconsciousness hit again.

A/N: I have a partial second chapter to this smutt, er, story. If you want to see it, let me know. I don't have a lot of time on my hands, but I think that anything worth doing is worth doing well.