That Pushing, Thrusting Young Man

Author's Note: I just want to thank my girlfriend, Dovie, for beta-reading this and helping me with writing Snape better. She does give great Snape! The best, in fact. I love you, my darling! *******************************************************

He hadn't been in the Divination classroom since his school days. It had been dressed up a bit with silk drapery and several censers from which incense wafted about the room. There were also more candles than torches, but enough that the room was still fairly bright.

A delicate, ethereal voice sounded from nearby. "Oh, Severus… so kind of you to accept my invitation. How are you this evening?" Sybill Trelawney emerged from a door atop a small, stone staircase in the back of the classroom. Jingling with each step, she descended slowly, perhaps because she would have tumbled otherwise. The impractical platform heels she had on gave her added height, but appeared to be quite unwieldy. He stepped forward in anticipation of catching her, just in case she did fall.

Stranger still than her choice of footwear was her garb: evening robes composed of beaded mesh. The garment was low cut and slit up the front to mid-thigh… not that the mesh concealed much to begin with. Only the torso and hips had any lining. And given the lack of bulging, she didn't appear to be wearing a great deal under it. Why any woman would dress this way whilst entertaining a guest -- other than for the purposes of seduction, was beyond him. He felt a bit like a fly caught on a web, though he was not about to complain. The view was nice, if nothing else.

"I am fine." Severus folded his arms in front of his chest. He decided to look directly into hers eyes, lest she think some exposed skin was all it took to crack his resolve. "What exactly was so important that you needed me to come all the way up to the North Tower to discuss it with you?" he asked, doubtful that he would get the truth.

As she glanced down at him, the reflection of the candlelight on her glasses was quite eerie. It looked like two white orbs had taken the place of her eyes. Luckily, the effect vanished once she reached the last step.

"Let us go into my private quarters. The divans are much more comfortable and we can have a relaxed chat," she said. Motioning for him to follow, she went back up the steps, again barely maintaining her balance. Severus wondered if she often practiced walking in those ridiculous clogs so as not to appear horribly clumsy.

Once they were inside what was either her office or her sitting room, Sybill shut the door and locked it. She sat down on one end of a long Turkish divan that was flush against the wall. Rather than ask him to have a seat, she merely tapped on the cushion until he sat down.

"Now that we are to be colleagues, I think it only wise to clear the air between us," she said, sounding rather like air herself. "I hold no ill will toward you for your furtive glances through the keyhole at the Hog’s Head. I know men in their prime have urges... How eager and forceful you were that night! You must have been jealous to hear a man's voice coming from my room, not knowing it was only Dumbledore interviewing me for the Divination post. All that is to say, I forgive you for trying to break in and chase off your perceived rival."

At this, Severus nearly laughed. It was preposterous of Sybill to confuse his actions as a spy with some sort of fumbled voyeurism. Of course, she still had no idea that she had gone into a trance and made any sort of prophecy about the Dark Lord that night. Dumbledore had explained to him that she wasn't aware of it and they agreed that for her own safety, she shouldn't be told. Given her flair for melodrama, she was apt to boast about such a prediction, which would make her a prime target for the Death Eaters. For the sake of his safety, this was as good a cover as any, so he didn't bother to correct her. With as much sincerity as he could muster, given the situation, he attempted to explain it away.

"Now Sybill, do allow me to apologise and to assure you that it won't happen again. I have matured since then. I know it was only a few years ago, but I’ve managed to give up such reckless and clandestine pursuits."

"Not completely, I hope."

He arched an eyebrow at her. "Excuse me?"

She changed the subject with a quick shake of her head. "How frightfully rude of me! I completely forgot to offer you a drink. Tea or sherry? I may still have some cognac in the cabinets, if you're interested."

"Tea would suffice, thank you." It was best not to risk drinking anything that fell under her definition of alcohol. The whole situation, as well as the hostess, seemed a bit dodgy to him. The last thing he wanted was to become sick from sherry that had gone sour, merely out of politeness.

Sybill went off to fetch the refreshments, leaving him alone on the squashy divan. While she was gone, he scanned the room. Moroccan tiles paneled the walls. An old Persian rug spread across the floor like a pathway. Several brocade throw pillows lay about. There were more silk drapes, as well as censers and candles levitating overhead. The whole place looked like a harem scene. Only instead of harem girls and eunuchs, there were a few stacks of parchments and textbooks. Perhaps she imagined herself to be some sort of exotic temptress. That would also explain her clothing, or lack thereof.

A few minutes later, she returned carrying a porcelain tea service. Her hands barely emerged from her long, spangle-trimmed bell sleeves as she placed it on the ottoman in front of them. She sat back down and poured two cups. "It's very strong tea, but there's plenty of milk if you take it that way," she said, before having a sip.

"Plain will be fine, thank you," Severus replied. After sniffing it, he changed his mind
and poured some milk in. It was likely to be as harsh on his tongue as it was in his nostrils. "On second thought, some milk would be nice."

"I tend to like it plain and stewed, myself," she said. "I find that the bitterness clears my Inner Eye." After inhaling the aroma deeply, she let out a slow breath.

Though he had watched her drink the entire cupful, Severus had only a sip before setting his back down. "Why don't we resume our discussion? Surely there is more you wish to talk about than just that night in the Hog's Head."

She tilted her head and stared at him intently, her magnified eyes blinking several times. "I was wondering when it started. Your fancying me, I mean. Was it when we were students?" Sybill’s eyelashes made a swishing sound as they brushed against the exceedingly thick lenses of her glasses.

As she sat her teacup down, he noticed that her hair was getting caught on her multitude of spangles. He nearly laughed again, but it was easily avoided. He wasn't some idiotic Gryffindor who couldn't help laughing at anyone else's faux pas. After all, Sybill was being hospitable enough, clumsy seductiveness and stewed tea notwithstanding. "That was so long ago. I don't fully recall. It may have," he lied. "Were we students together?"

"Yes, but only briefly. I was in the same year as Lucius Malfoy." She smiled wistfully. "What a nice young man he was! He always told our fellow Slytherins not to tease me and took points whenever students from the other Houses did. He was fond of you as well, wasn't he?"

"Indeed," he replied, with a nod. "He rather took me under his wing. One of the few deserving of being named Head Boy." It began to come back to him. There was a gypsy-looking girl the same age as Lucius with great, thick spectacles and chubby cheeks. "As a matter of fact, I do remember you. Your hair was a bit stringier back then. I much prefer it the way it is now, thicker and fuller." It would be much easier to use to pull her around, he thought.

"Thank you." In an obvious attempt to impress him, she shook her curls out and primped them with her fingers. "I have more time to take care of it now. Yours is rather nice, too." Sybill eyed his hair and reached out as if to touch it. She must have thought better of it, because she dropped her hand before making contact. "Though it hasn't changed much since those days. Which is a good thing, I mean. Why mess with perfection?"

He tried to suppress it, but it was no use: his smirk would not be denied. Whatever lingering doubts he had as to her flirting with him were put to rest. Why else would she complement his greasy hair? She wanted him. Yet Severus wasn't about to give in. He’d fuck her all right, but on his terms. He would make her submit to his every sadistic whim. "Why indeed?" he purred in his most silky voice.

"Seeing as we’re getting on so well now, why don't I tell you your fortune? I can't read your tealeaves as it is. The milk obscures the dregs, I find. But I could have a look at your palm." Without waiting for him to answer, Sybill took his right hand and began examining it. "This is most intriguing." She caressed one particular crease of his palm with her fingertip. Cleary, she was trying to tease him. "I've never seen anything quite like this. You have an incredibly long head line. That attests to your ambition and mental fortitude. And your heart line is exceptionally pronounced. Indicative of your deep passions."

Pulling his hand away, he sneered. "Drop this foolish pretense of friendly banter. You are as transparent as that ridiculous garb you’re wearing," Severus spat. He narrowed his eyes at her. "There is only one reason you'd invite me up here are to see you dressed like an oriental strumpet, wearing those shoes. The sort a Muggle slut would wear to a discotheque." Sybill likely didn’t know what a discotheque was, but he was certain that she wouldn’t dare question him while he was being so vicious to her.

"A woman sometimes likes to feel desirable," she sniffed, having recoiled at his words. "I have my own needs; however, it was not my intention to make unwanted advances toward you. My sincerest apologies. Though I sensed you would not be interested, I took a gamble and--"

But he cut her off before she could finish. "Your 'Inner Eye' isn't nearly as perceptive as you think." He grabbed a handful of her black curls and yanked her closer so that his lips were against her ear. "I hope your bed is sturdy, as I intend to be rough. Is it through there?" he asked, letting go and nodding toward a doorway with a beaded curtain.

She nodded and gulped. "Yes." Her eyes seemed to grow even wider.

Severus simply jerked his head sharply in that direction. He allowed her to scurry in, following her at a deliberately slow pace. Pulling his wand from his sleeve, he performed a Silencing Charm. It was his intention to make her scream so loud that without the charm, they would be hearing her in the Great Hall.

The boudoir was decorated in a continued seraglio-style, though it was somewhat untidy with loads of shawls and jewellery piled up on the vanity. Unlike the other rooms, it was dimly lit. There were no torches, only candles. Several floated near the bed. She obviously thought it would be more erotic that way.

Sybill sat down on the bed and quickly removed her clogs. Next, she took off her spectacles and put them on the nightstand. Even without them, her eyes were as big as saucers. "I hope you won't hold it against me if I am less than graceful," she whispered. "My vision is horrid without my glasses."

"I wouldn't worry about that," he hissed, seizing her robes. "You won't be doing much of anything." He then ripped the garment off her shoulders and pulled it out from under her. Thus she was left wearing only a pair of knickers and her camel bell anklets. After summoning one of her shawls, he used it to tie her wrists together. He shoved her down against the bed and slid off her knickers, ignoring her gasps of feigned protest. When he deemed her ready, he sat his wand down next to her glasses, intent on using it again very soon.

Perhaps owing to the fact that he knew she could barely see him, Severus felt only minimal embarrassment about undressing in front of her. While slipping off his boots and socks, he leisurely unbuttoned his robes. Watching her squirm, bound and naked, during the agonising wait made him smirk once more. The feeling of power excited him. By the time he stepped out of his dingy y-fronts, he was achingly hard.

"Hands above your head," he snarled. She had obeyed without hesitation, which pleased him. Severus pointed his wand at her to shoot out a thin cord. One end coiled around the shawl, the other around the headboard, securing her hands to the wood. Grabbing one of the candles, he crouched over her and began dripping the wax onto her stomach. As he watched her arch her back and moan, he licked his lips.

Letting the candle go to hover in the air again, he lowered his head and sucked on her left areola. Taking the nipple between his teeth, he bit down and flicked it with his tongue, before switching sides. Once each nipple was erect and fairly red, he retrieved the candle and inverted it over her breasts. "You love being treated like this, don't you?" he hissed.

Her eyes rolled back as she writhed in pain. Sybill wailed breathlessly, "Oh Merlin, yes!" As she dug her fingernails into the headboard, her knuckles turned white. "Yes, I love it!"

He chuckled wickedly. "And I haven't even fucked you yet. What a tart you are." Severus released the candle once more. That was enough wax for the time being. By now, his cock was dripping, demanding to be paid some attention. He moved down the bed a bit so that he could shove it inside her with a groan. Her cunt was wet and hot, and the sensation made him groan louder still. Having placed her legs on his shoulders, he proceeded to thrust into her at a torturously slow pace. The tiny bells on her ankles chimed with every movement of his hips.

The Silencing Charm proved useful as Sybill kept crying out at the top of her lungs. "Oh Severus, you’re magnificent! Your hips are so forceful and predatory... Yes! Fuck me harder! Ravish me!" She rocked her hips back against him greedily, trying in vain to increase the meagre contact he would allow her, whilst squeezing his cock inside her.

This only made him stop and raise an eyebrow at her. "You presume to give me orders?" he asked, in a deadly whisper. "You should be begging me, you depraved little tart."

"Oh, do forgive me... Please, please hurt me! Hurt me, Severus, please!"

"Very well. Since you asked so nicely," he said, his words flowing like venom from his mouth. Severus pulled back and temporarily loosened the cord. He turned her over before retightening it. Grabbing her hair again, he dragged Sybill up onto her knees. Then he wriggled in between her and the headboard so that he could position her on top of him. Finally, he picked up his wand. Non-verbally, so as to surprise her, he conjured up a rattan cane. After stroking her thigh with it, he cracked it across her buttocks. Not hard enough to bruise, but enough to really sting. "I shall hurt you while you pleasure me. Now!"

Sybill immediately proceeded to undulate on top of him. It would likely be difficult to maintain her balance once he began whipping her, so he steadied her by holding onto her right knee. With his spindly fingers clutching her, she had found her stride and was ready for another blow. Hearing her yelp was as delicious as feeling her cunt slide up and down his cock. He wasn’t ready to come yet, though. There was still more to do. Another blow, then another, and another. Eventually the lashes were in sync with her movements.

Soon her cries of pain and pleasure became indistinguishable. She threw her head back and trembled like a leaf. Severus couldn’t remember the last time he heard notes that high. Yet he merely chortled under his breath. He would make sure that she’d scream like that again before he allowed himself to come.

Once her orgasm completely died down, he dropped the cane in order to grab her by the chin. He enveloped her mouth with his own, sucking, licking, and biting at it. Pulling back barely an inch, he then gave her further instructions. "Get on your knees." After dissolving the cane and cord, he got behind her.

His fingertips traced the marks from the cane. "I think your arse is ready to have its share of wax now," he said, extending his arm to take hold of the candle once more. Severus poured the wax onto the fresh welts as he savoured her anguished gasping. "Now," he began as he let go of the candle one last time, "you should be sore enough for me to fully enjoy fucking you."

Her sopping cunt eagerly accepted him back inside, the moisture trickling down her thighs and onto his. She was whimpering with each slam of his pelvis against her red, swollen backside. "Oh! Severus!" she screamed. "Please don't stop!"

He smacked her already sore arse a few times before grabbing onto it and digging his nails into the flesh. As he kept ramming her, Sybill wobbled until her arms gave out and her face landed in one of the many pillows. Severus could not resist the urge to reach down and press her head further into it. She probably couldn't breathe too well like that. He found the idea quite titillating. By the time he heard her muffled vocalisations of ecstasy, he could no longer hold back. Speeding up his hips and grunting like a wild beast, he came inside of her. His cock gushed out in what seemed to be twice as many pulses as he was used to. This sort of fucking suited him quite well, he thought.

After both their climaxes subsided, a quick flourish of his wand Vanished all of the mess. Another loosened the shawl from her hands and sent it flying back to the pile atop her vanity. He then plopped down and folded his arms underneath his head, feeling quite smug.

Sybill rolled halfway over; all grins and contented sighs as she reached out to stroke her fingers up and down his bony chest. "Severus, that was magnificent! I’ve never had anyone like you. I know we must be careful around Dumbledore, but you are definitely welcome back here any time you find yourself feeling lonely."

Severus smirked. "I shall keep that in mind."