Severus Snape and the Provocative Predicament

Title: \"Severus Snape and the Provocative Predicament\"
Author: MoJo
Feedback: MoJoBer@aol.com
Category: Snape/OFC
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Spoilers: General for all the books but specifically, Chamber of Secrets. No spoilers for Order of the Phoenix since I wrote this well before it came out.
Summary: Snape finds himself in quite a predicament with the new Ancient Runes professor.
Author\'s Note: For Jori, who takes me wherever she goes. This started out as a whim but took on a life of its own. Written for fun but hopefully, fun ead.ead. Enjoy.

My Web site: http://www.mojober.com/Fanfiction

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Chapter One: Morrigan Moran


Professor Severus Snape preferred the cold.

In fact, he reveled in the icy blast that blew over him as he took his nightly stroll of the courtyard of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It was the last night of the Christmas holidays and tomorrow, the students would be returning for the semester.

Snape frowned at that thought.

It wasn\'t that he didn\'t enjoy his esteemed position at the school as Potions Master. He did. It was just the years of teaching the same lessons of powdered root of asphodel and wolfsbane has become rather. . .droll. Even the illustrious Mr. Potter, now in his second year, and all the trouble he caused (yet never enough warrant expulsion) did absolutely nothing to remedy Snape\'s boredom.

He drew in a weary breath and turned a corner when something, rather someone, caught his keen eye.

Snape stopped, perplexed at the sight before him of a woman trotting across the snow and the courtyard. He narrowed his eyes and took a few steps forward to have a better look at her. She was dragging, or attempting to drag, a very large trunk with her. It obviously weighted at least three, maybe four times as much as she did.

With a loud thump, she dropped the trunk on her toe.

Snape merely rolled his eyes at her foolishness.

The hood of her sapphire cape blew away as she hopped around a bit, clutching her wounded toe. Her skin was nearly as pale as the snow, but her doe-like eyes were as black as the night and shoulder length raven hair spilled over her small shoulders. The woman let go of her foot and looked all around as if she sensed someone was watching her in her misfortune. Snape made sure to move back once again so her curious gaze would not meet his own.

\"Professor Snape, do be careful where you are stepping!\"

Snape turned his head just in time to avoid stepping into Professor McGonagall.

\"My apologies,\" he said, nodding his head respectfully. McGonagall just huffed.

\"And what, may I ask, has you so distracted in the courtyard?\" she asked, her eyes darting past him and to the woman. She folded her robes about herself and stood up straight. \"Ah, I see.\"

\"You do not see,\" Snape corrected, not liking the suggestiveness of her tone one bit. He shook out his own robes and looked down his nose at his colleague. Snape made a sweeping gesture with his hand. \"I was merely observing there appears to be a mad woman in our midst.\"

McGonagall looked at the woman, once again dragging the trunk, and then looked back at Snape.

\"Why on earth do you think she\'s mad?\" she asked, sounding surprised by such an assumption.

Snape thought that was rather obvious.

\"Does she not look mad to you?\" he asked instead. McGonagall pursed her lips into a thin line.

\"No, she looks like our new Ancient Runes instructor,\" she answered, giving Snape a rather annoyed look before continuing on her way.

Snape shook his head and stared at the woman again. Ancient Runes. It figured.

\"As I said, a mad woman,\" he muttered under his breath before resuming his walk.

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The next day found Snape hidden away in his office, preparing his lessons. Actually, they did not need any preparations whatsoever as they were the same lessons he taught semester after semester. If only that superfluous and self-centered Lockhart hadn\'t been available last term to teach Defense of the Dark Arts. . .

Snape set his quill down and sat back, his eyes wandering over the shadowy walls of his office. Even the shelves with their various glass jars floating with all sorts of nasty things did nothing to inspire him. He was just about to start drumming his long, pale fingers on his desk when he heard something truly dreadful coming from the dungeon hallway.

Singing.

Melodious, cheerful singing coupled with a fair dose of humming and whistling.

Snape cringed at the sound, his fingers recoiling into a tight fist as the anguish it caused him. He waited for it to stop but instead, it only grew louder and more joyous. If it was someone\'s little idea of a joke, Snape would see to it that it would be their last.

Snape rose out of his chair and flung open the door. With his black robes swishing about him, he strode out into the dark corridor and found a figure in emerald satins wandering in the shadows.

\"You there. Stop that infernal racket right now!\" he called out to it. The noise stopped immediate as it -- she turned about. Snape clenched his jaw at the identity of the banshee in question.

The mad woman.

\"Professor Snape!\" she cried, clasping a hand to her heaving bosom. Her dark eyes were lit up with fear and her mouth was wide and gaping as she took a few steps toward him. \"You gave me such a start!\"

\"I did nothing of the sort,\" Snape said with a scowl. He folded his arms menacingly and narrowed his eyes. \"You have no business being down here.\"

\"Of course. I have not made your formal acquaintance as of yet,\" she said, raising her other hand up, offering it to him. \"Morrigan Moran. I am the new. . .\"

\"I know who you are,\" Snape stated, his eyes darting between her hand and her face. He kept his arms folded. \"And your office is upstairs. Please go there. Now.\"

\"I like it better down here,\" Morrigan answered, lowering her hand. Snape let his shifting gaze drop a little lower to her bosomdestdest though it were, before snapping it back to her face.

\"I don\'t care what you like, Professor Moran,\" he said, wishing she\'d leave. \"There are no other offices down here except mine. There will be no other offices down here except mine. Am I making myself. . .\"

Snape stopped talking as Morrigan had stopped listening. She was back to wandering about, her hand skimming along the stone walls as she laughed to herself.

\"What are you doing?\" Snape demanded.

\"I like how the cold and the damp seeps into my bones,\" she explained, virtually stroking the stones. She spun around to smile at him before doing it again. It was almost as if she found it. . .pleasurable. Snape raised a curious eyebrow. Morrigan then ped hed herself up against a wall, her eyes rolling back in her head. \"It\'s rather. . .intoxicating.\"

\"Perhaps you have spent too much time in the company of Runes,\" Snape surmised, trying not to notice the almost sensual way her thin body was trembling.

\"Perhaps you haven\'t spent enough,\" she answered, coming out of her ecstasy long enough to stare at him.

\"I have no interest in such matters,\" Snape declared, finally unfolding his arms. He took a few steps back toward his office and narrowed his eyes at her. \"Or those who teach it.\"

And with that, Snape slammed his door. He had no time for her or her delusions.

\"Intoxicating indeed,\" he muttered to himself as he headed back to his desk.

Snape stopped just short of it and stared at a shadowy wall. He found himself reaching out to it, his fingertips touching inquisitively. It was, in fact, very cold and very damp indeed. Snape then pressed his entire hand against it, letting his palm absorb the temperature and wetness. It traveled up the length of his arm, working its way into his bones. He felt a delicious little shiver run down his spine and immediately pulled away in repulsion.

It was a little intoxicating.

He resolved to speak to Dumbledore in the Great Hall about not allowing Professor Moran near the dungeons ever again.

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Snape was irritated to find the seat beside his at the High Table suspiciously empty and Lockhart, the usual occupant, seated next to McGonagall instead. Dumbledore\'s large gold chair was also suspiciously vacant. Snape furrowed his brow as he took a quick inventory of Hogwart\'s faculty and groaned at the findings.

The only ones missing were Dumbledore and. . .

\"Professor Moran!\" McGonagall exclaimed cheerfully as she strode in on Dumbledore\'s arm. \"We thought perhaps you\'d gotten lost.\"

\"Not lost. Distracted,\" she replied, smiling gently at Dumbledore. The old wizard blushed. . .actually blushed at her attentions. Snape rolled his eyes in disgust. \"I\'d forgotten what delightful company you are.\"

\"Not as delightful as you, my dear,\" he answered, patting her hand affectionately before unwrapping it from his arm. He led her right to the empty seat by Snape. \"Here. You may enchant our Potions Master next.\"

\"Or not,\" Snape muttered under his breath. He watched out of the corner of his eye as Dumbledore pulled out her chair for her. Morrigan sat down, her emerald satins rustling around her as she got settled. Dumbledore winked at her once before taking his seat.

\"May I have your attention please!\" Dumbledore announced, waiting for the entire student body of Hogwarts to settle down before continuing. \"I\'d like you all to join me in welcoming our new Ancient Runes Professor, Morrigan Moran. Professor Moran was a former student ofe ane and I am honored to have her back as a member of the staff!\"

Snape sneered at the enthusiastic cheers and applause.

\"Now, let us eat!\" Dumbledore finished as the first course appeared.

Snape found he had lost his appetite entirely. He picked at his food with his fork, while de hde him Morrigan was eagerly tearing hers into small pieces with her fingers, meat and all, before consuming it. The more he tried to ignore her, the more he found himself watching her with morbid curiosity until he just couldn\'t stand it any longer.

\"Is there something wrong with your silverware?\" he asked sourly. Morrigan placed a piece of roasted pork in her mouth.

\"No, I don\'t believe so,\" she replied sweetly, then licked her fingers slowly one by one. Her pink tongue circled her index finger the longest before she closed her lips around it completely before drawing it out. All the while, her eyes never left his and Snape found his own mouth had fallen open. He shut it immediately and composed himself.

\"Then why are you not using it?\" he queried.

\"I find it ruins the flavor,\" she answered simply, then picked up another piece. She lifted it to her lips, then offered it to him instead. \"Have a taste.\"

For the briefest of moments, Snape considered it. He quickly admonished himself.

\"I shall pass,\" he said. Morrigan proceeded to devour it with a throaty moan, almost a growl. Snape thought it was not unlike the type of sound made during relations. Sexual relations. It had been so long since Snape had had them he was surprised he could even remember what it sounded like at all.

\"You do not know what you are missing,\" Morrigan said knowingly.

\"Nor do I want to,\" Snape announced, sliding his chair back so he could stand up. It did not go unnoticed by the faculty, nor the students.

\"Professor Snape, is there something wrong with your meal?\" McGonagall demanded as he started to leave.

\"No,\" he replied curtly. His eyes flicked back to Morrigan. \"Just the company.\"

No one said anything else as he left the Great Hall.

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That night, Snape dreamt.

Dreams, in and of themselves, were not that unusual but they were for Snape. Normally, he slept so soundly he was spared the frivolity of dreaming. It was only on rare occasions (and generally with some sort of magical intervention) that he experienced them at all. Snape tossed and turned restlessly as his subconscious mind flooded his head with tangible, vivid imagery of a certain mad woman. More specifically, her pink tongue as it swirled over not her digits but his own.

They were in the Great Hall as they were earlier, seated side by side, but they were alone. Her small, bird like hands were wrapped around his wrist, thumbs stroking the sensitive skin there as she drew his index finger into her mouth. Snape gasped at the extreme wet warmth and the velvet touch of her tongue. With soft suction, Morrigan drew it even deeper in.

\"Such talent would be better spent elsewhere,\" his dreaming self said as he slid his finger out. Snape pushed his chair back from the table, leaving enough space for Morrigan to kneel before him. Much to his delight, she did just that. Her small frame fit perfectly between his legs.

\"Elsewhere,\" she purred, her hands slithering up his legs and under his robes until she touched his cock. It hardened almost instantly after being neglected for so long. \"Here perhaps?\"

\"There,\" Snape confirmed, slouching back in his chair. His hips fell forward, his arms draped across the rests and his head rolled to one side as she opened first his robes, then his trousers. \"You heard what Dumbledore said. Enchant me.\"

Snape shut his eyes and chedched his teeth as her fingers wrapped first around his aching member, then her lips. Her mouth felt even warmer and wetter this time and her tongue. . .for Merlin\'s sake, it was amazing. All at once, it was everywhere, awakening every dormant nerve ending down there as she ravished him. Snape\'s hands clasp around the armrests as he felt all his blood race to his groin. The building pressure that resulted was sheer torture but he could already sense release was within reach.

He thought he heard Morrigan making that noise again, the throaty moan, but realized quickly he was. Snape\'s breath caught in his chest as he waited for his body to climax. He was close, so close and he couldn\'t stop himself from thrusting into her mouth to hurry it along. Morrigan\'s motions sped up and he finally felt it start within his organ until another voice brought it all to a sudden halt.

\"I knew it,\" McGongall said in the prissiest of voices.

Snape\'s eyes flew open to see his colleague standing beside them. Her hands were folded and down at her sides as she shook her head, the tip of her hat flopping along.

Snape awoke with a start, drenched in sweat. He bolted upright in his bed and suspiciously looked all around. He was, thankfully, alone. Snape then looked down and saw that, like in his dream, he was very much aroused. That angered him even more. He did not spend all those years building up his nasty reputation just to have it brought down by a mad woman who fondled stone walls and ate with her fingers.

He made a vow to himself to find out everything he could about Morrigan Moran and what her true intentions actually were. Un Dum Dumbledore, he was not so easily fooled by her charms. One way or the other, Snape was going to expose her for the wicked creature she was.

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To be continued in Chapter Two