To Bewitch the Mind and Ensnare the Senses

A/N: I’ve never written Rose before; for the sake of proprietary she will be seventeen, ergo of legal age in the Wizarding World, and I am taking a few liberties in characterization. This will be, part one of, a smutty, little one-shot (First in a trilogy). Happy reading and please review!


To Bewitch the Mind and Ensnare the Senses


As Rose entered the Room of Requirement, specifically ‘the Room of Hidden Things’, she noted that her cousin, James, was correct in his position that although it was rather Spartan, compared to before the Fiendfyre engulfed the illicit treasures, it was once again a burgeoning haven for misdeeds and mistakes; and now one miscreant in search of a portrait.


Closing the door absentmindedly with her free hand, the door shut with a quiet click alerting the sole occupant of the portrait that their solitude had, once again, been encroached upon; Rose pointed her wand at the only portrait within the room and cast a silent spell which would keep the painted occupant in place.


As Rose traveled over, around, and in some cases upon the hidden and cast off objects left behind by fellow magical students she heard the silky, authoritative voice of the illustrious former Potions Master warn, “I will not hesitate to inform the Headmistress of the identities of those wishing to hide mangled objects which are clearly the result of magic misuse.”


“I’m not here to hide mangled objects Professor,” Rose purred as she stepped in front of the painted form of Severus Snape.


Standing before him was a very pretty girl with dark auburn curls and alluring, bittersweet chocolate colored eyes.


Kneeling in front of the gilded frame, “It’s a pleasure to meet you sir; I’m Rose, by the way,” the girl introduced herself with a sweet smile.


‘Not again’ Severus thought to himself as he recognized the signs of a besotted girl who wanted to hear all about the war and his efforts within it. “No, I will not talk about the war or my role as spy,” he delivered dryly.


Rose’s eyes widened slightly before a slight smirk formed on her full, painted lips. “I’m not here to here to talk about the war; actually, I’m not here to talk at all,” she replied seductively with a tinge of humor coloring her speech.
“Indeed,” he replied wryly with a raised, skeptical eyebrow, “And, which of your idiotic Gryffindor friends put you up to this Miss Weasley?” he questioned confidently.


“And how would you know I’m a Weasley, sir?” Rose queried lightly.


“The only magical family I know of that continuously produces redheads. Pray tell who is your father? As it certainly isn’t Potter,” he asked snidely.


“Uncle Harry? Heavens no,” Rose actually laughed at such a ridiculous thought. “Ron Weasley, Professor,” she answered primly.


“And your mother is Miss Granger, yes?” he inquired further.


With a bemused smile Rose responded, “Yes, but she hasn’t been Miss Granger for nearly twenty years.”


“There are much more enjoyable things than discussing my family tree,” Rose chided lightly as she gazed at Professor Snape with lust clouded eyes, seductively licking her lips for good measure.


Narrowing his eyes in displeasure, “Miss Weasley, not only is this highly inappropriate. But, it is clearly a ploy concocted to further defame my character,” Professor Snape chastised, “Though I suppose it shouldn’t come as a surprise that a foolish, Gryffindor, troublemaker would pull such a stunt.”


“Ah, you’re losing your touch, sir,” Rose reprimanded smugly; loosening and dropping her outer cloak proudly revealing her Slytherin tie, “only one out of three.”


Conjuring a bed merely with a flick of her wand, Rose leisurely sat and observed the painted Wizard’s palatable shock at the thought that this wasn’t meant as a childish trick. Ever the honorable Wizard he attempted to leave his frame to visit his portrait in the Headmistress’ office but found he was unable to do so.


“Tut, tut Professor I’m hardly foolish,” Rose teased, even as Professor Snape’s eyes silted angrily.

As Rose started to undo her tie, the Professor hastily covered his eyes and snapped, “Miss Weasley stop this foolishness this instant!”


“Now Professor, don’t force me to tie you up,” Rose admonished playfully, absently twirling her wand between her slender fingers.


Unfortunately, Rose had underestimated just how seriously Severus Snape took what little honor he had retained over his too short life. Thus, he remained stoic and silent. Unwavering from his initial reaction, he kept a hand firmly over of his eyes.


“Well you leave me with no choice,” she said wearily, and with a muttered curse she bound the fuming Wizard so that he had to look at the girl before him.


“Untie me immediately young lady,” he ordered with a low, angry hiss.


“Ah, ah, ah,” Rose whispered mischievously, standing, as she unbuttoned her white school blouse, “I don’t believe your words are having the desired effect, well the effect your after anyway, as they have only heightened my arousal,” she purred, looking at the Professor through her fringe.


Looking him boldly in the eye, she hastily opened her shirt showcasing her perky, silk and lace covered breasts. “As you can see, Sir, I very much want to fuck you,” Rose whispered huskily, as her taunt nipples were clearly defined through the thin material.


Swallowing obviously at the girls lascivious words, Severus was at a loss as to the correct course of action. In his opinion, it was a lose-lose situation and the best he could do would be to maintain his silence, thus he endeavored to do just that.


Rose’s shirt fluttered to the floor moments before she began to wiggle out of her pleated skirt. The material slid down her gorgeous thighs and pooled at her feet. Stepping out of her uniform, Rose sat down on the bed clad only in her lingerie and heels.


Sucking on her index finger, Rose withdrew the wet digit and began to swirl it over a silk encased nipple stifling her moan slightly by biting her lip in pleasure.


“I was under the impression you preferred red heads,” Rose questioned with a hint of annoyance clouding her voice. Though she was irritated that her behavior was having little effect on the man, she continued to strip; she removed her bra and discarded it over the side of the bed with a negligent toss. Using both hands Rose began to massage her tits, tickling and pinching her nipples causing a delicious shiver to run up her spine at the sensation.


“Where would you hear such a thing?” Severus asked; his voice was laden with surprise as few knew of his love for Lily.


“Mr. Malfoy,” Rose replied offhandedly, as her arousal was mounting and she was distracted by the moisture pooling between her thighs.


“How would Scorpius Malfoy know of my preferences?” Professor Snape snapped.


“Not Scorpius, Lucius,” Rose clarified.


Stopping her ministrations for a moment, Rose focused on the Potion Master’s face when he barked, “How in Merlin’s name are you acquainted with Lucius Malfoy?”


“I’m his mistress,” the girl unabashedly supplied. As the Professor’s eyebrows rose in shock, she cheekily divulged, “As you can see I am clearly not some shy, inhibited virgin,” to punctuate this point she spread her thighs wantonly, fixing the Potion’s Master with a penetrating stare full of desire.