No trigger warning except the Vees being themselves and we know how much trouble that can mean. Polly Vees and you are their lovable pet.
WE HAD A DEAL PT. 1
“Vel, I'm bored, but Vox and Val won't let me out to play. Can I have your permission?” You walk into the studio where your third partner is working. She turns and beams at you and your shabby appearance. She loves to dress you up, even in your current condition; she always makes you feel beautiful in your body.
“I’m a bit busy, love. Promise I'll come cuddle in a minute, pet,” she scrolls through her phone, changing the outfit on her current model with a swipe of her finger. You pull a plush-looking chair closer to your partner and sink into the soft fabric with a groan and a sigh, her head jerks in your direction. “Love, you need to rest, not go out to play if that, whatever sound you just made is anything to go by. Do you want me to get your pajamas and cuddle with you?”
You pout, it's not your fault, your feet are killing you… again. You cross your arms and give her as stern a look as you can manage, but out of all your partners, you can't be mad at Velvet for every long, she makes the cutest puppy eyes. “I would rather play, but if you can manage to grab some snacks and the boys, I won't mind a cuddle puddle. It's been a while since we had a movie night. Can we watch something that isn't from the studio?” You give your own set of puppy eyes. Velvet taught you how to use them for maximum damage.
She sighs, “I’ll talk to the boys about it, go up to the room, and get yourself comfortable, love. We will be there soon.”
“Thirty minutes or I’m going out to play. With or without your permission.” You threaten, then take great care and difficulty to rise from the chair. Velvet rushes to your side and helps you all the way up, briefly putting her hand over your enlarged stomach.
“No can do, babe’s, no playing for you not while-,” you cut her off.
“I’m pregnant, not incompetent. I could still, and will beat all your asses if you are late.” She kisses your cheek.
“I know you can pet, now up to bed with you.” She waves you out of the studio. As you head upstairs to the penthouse, you cant help but reminisce about the events that brought you to this day. You never meant to get pregnant; you actually thought it would be impossible. However, that night, after an overlords' meeting, you fell into bed with the Vee’s. The others warned you against it, but clearly, you didn't listen. Even Alistar told you how vile he thought the whole thing was. You ignored them all for the tension you felt with the Vee’s, the way the three of them collectively eyed you the whole meeting, even as you spoke about the death and destruction you had caused and the upstart overlord you killed who tried to take over your turf.
They had watched and listened to every word you spoke. Velvet didn't look at her phone the entire time you talked, Vox had a red blinking light at the corner of his screen, and Valentino hadn’t hidden the fact that he was eye fucking you behind his glasses. Their attention was electric and addictive.
You reach the penthouse and continue to reminisce on that night. The three of you left the meeting not talking, only looking, originally planning on going your separate ways, but you looked back. You looked back and there they were standing next to their limo, the door wide open in invitation. You turned leaving Rosie to stare after you. You walked right up to them, gave them all a hard glare, then got into the limo. The rest of the night was a blur of four bodies and the sounds of one or more individuals in a state of pleasure.
Thinking about that night gets you all hot and bothered. Forget waiting for them, your partners need to get their assistance up here now. You send them a text in the group chat.
Pet: Mommy, Daddy, Papi. I'm getting horny.
A quick and to the point text is the best option for your partners when they are all working. They each have a special ringtone for you so they know to answer and answer quickly, just for occasions like this one. You don't get an answer, but you know they are coming. You know for certain when you hear arguing outside the penthouse door getting louder as they fight for who gets to pleasure you first.
The three of them burst into the room, Vox and Velvet being carried by Valentino. He rushes to you and picks you up with his extra limbs and brings you in for a deep kiss.
“Val, you cunt. They came to me first.”
“NO, They came to me first before even looking for either of you two assholes." Your hand comes down from Val's shoulders to caress their faces. You don't break the kiss but you moan and the fighting has stopped. You need pleasure and they are more than eager to provide it. Val brings the four of you to the bed and gently lays you down, careful of your extended belly while he drops the other two next to you.
Their hands are in you in a second and for a time the four of you are tangled in each other's limbs. Once you all are satisfied and they each have had a taste of you they clean up helping you out of bed and into the shower with Velvet. She kneels in front of you and kisses your belly.
“Think they will look just like mommy?” She purrs when she feels a kick.
“Im not getting in the middle of that, you know the boys are listening.” You chuckle. She hums and continues to rub your stomach gently. She looks at the bump like it is her whole world. Something in your heart breaks at that look.
You made a deal after that night when you found out you were pregnant a few weeks later. You had run to V-tower to tell the three overlords. You told them you weren't keeping it, you had so much afterlife left. Some overlords like Carmilla could pull off pregnancy and still keep her power, she even became a mom of two and her power increased with her desire to protect her daughters. You didn't think that was you though, you have always handled things alone. Rosie is a good friend but you both have your territories hers in cannibal town and yours by the toxic sea in the greed ring. Raising a child wasn't something you wanted to do or put your child through.
The vees had talked you into a deal, while you are carrying their child and for six months after the birth they will be your guardians, your protectors, if you become their pet. It didn't seem like a bad deal at the time. Spend a few nights while you can with the Vees and then go your way and leave the child with them once you have recovered.
Things changed though, fuck they always change. You grew feelings for the Vees each of them. You love them like the partners they treat you as, you want to go back to your overlord duties and see your crew again, but you also want to stay with them. The deal is clear however, six months after the birth you will leave them and the baby and go your own way as if nothing ever happened. Will they even want anything to do with you once the baby is born, you have come to love the child growing inside you. 13 months will do that to a person, you don't want to lose the chance to be a parent, not anymore.
Velvet looks up at you, her smile growing. You return the smile and run your fingers through her messy wet hair.
“Let's get out. I believe you promised me a movie night with snacks and cuddles.” You say barely able to pick up the sound of Vox clawing at the door to get his cuddle time with the baby bump.
The four of you curl up on the Vals bed, it's the biggest and watch a horror movie from Earth. The Blare Witch Project. Vox cuddled with his warm screen against your tummy Velvet and Valentino each reaching across you to feel your stomach. Val lets out a soft giggle every time he feels the baby kick. During one of the jump scares the baby kicks really hard and Velvet laughs.
“Not a big fan of scary movies, are we, little precious.” She coos at your belly then rests her head beside your stomach. This is nice, these nights together, you long for these days to never end. Hell has taught you better though, every good thing will come to an end.
Price lets his body weight rest against your back while his hands pin yours above your head. You wiggle to get free and he growls low in your ear. You thrust your hips into his working to get a knee under you so you can tip him over and escape. No luck. You tap the mat three times and Price removes himself from you. You turn over so you are lying on your back panting hard.
“You’re fighting like a man, stop it.” Price orders you, walking over to the edge of the sparring mat and picking up two towels and a bottle of water. “You are not built like us. Use that to your advantage.” He says while tossing a towel onto your still-collapsed body. You grunt and sit up wiping the sweat from your brow with the towel. He hands you the water and you take it nodding in thanks before downing half the contents.
“I have been fighting this way for half my life. It worked for me then, it should still work for me now. I don’t need special treatment or training, I’m a soldier like you.” You say when you have gained some of your breath back. You have spent the last few years working your way up the ranks in the British army to get to where you are. The newest member of the 141 Task Force, specifically requested by Captain John Price himself.
“No, it won’t,” Price growles. You glare at him and he glares back. “I’m trying to keep you from getting killed, Sergeant. The men you fought before now weren’t trying to actively kill you, these men will.” You scoff.
“You have read my file, you know that is a fucking lie.” Your eyes cast down looking at a sweat stain on the mat trying to distract yourself from the memory. Price sighs and comes to sit next to you on the mat.
“I hate to say it Sergeant, but that experience will be every day on the field. Tell me now if you can’t do this and I’ll transfer you back to your old squadron.” He says, sounding defeated. You whip your head up to meet his eyes, the shock quickly turns to rage.
“You do anything of the sort and I will make your life a living hell, Captain.” You growl out. Your old squadron is where you had the most difficulties. Men you thought to be not only your teammates but friends betrayed you. They wanted to knock you down a peg after you finally outranked them. They attacked a superior officer and were dishonorably discharged. You ended up with four weeks in intensive care. That is why Price ordered special combat training with him every morning before the briefings.
“That’s the spirit, lass. Come on, one last round.” Price grins and stands helping you up as well with an outstretched hand. You finish off the water before tossing the empty bottle and the towel back into the corner. You both get into a defensive stance, arms up and hands guarding your face. Your fists are clenched ready to throw the first punch but Price steps out of his stance, walks over to you, and grabs one of your hands.
He is gentle as he pries your hand out of a fist, his calloused fingers dragging across your skin as he holds your hand in an open palm. His hand doesn't leave yours as you stare up at him.
“Try this. Instead of immediately going into offensive, work with a loose defensive stance. Tire your enemy and misdirect their hits instead of blocking with your arms. Once you have them off-balance use your size to slip under them and take them down.” He says his deep blue eyes boring into you. You nod and suddenly the heat of his body is gone. He is back to his starting spot hands raised with closed fists. You shake your hands out then jump back into your stance this time with open palms.
He rushes forward and punches toward your chest. You instinctually block letting his arm hit you, definitely leaving a bruise before you remember you are supposed to be misdirecting. You move your arm so his hit slides off and he stumbles forward more than he was planning for. You duck under his arm and kick his knee. Price bucks backward but doesn’t fall.
“That’s it.” He praises raising to his full height again and facing you. “Keep that up, lass.” He brings his leg up and aims for your stomach. Redirect you remind yourself. So when you feel his foot barely press against your stomach you swipe your hand down and away from your body. His leg lands giving you an opening to his head or shoulder. You puch his face causing Price to stagger backwards. You take the second opening and dive for his legs, grabbing them both in your arms and pulling them together as you push forward. Price grabs your shirt when you bring him down to the mat with you causing it to rise and slip up over your head.
You let the fabric slide over your head, his hands now tangled in your shirt. With one arm you wrap around his and pull both his arms tight to your body, with the other you slip it out of the sleeve of your shirt and press your forearm to Price’s throat briefly cutting off his air. Your faces are inches apart and you are practically straddling him. Price lets his head fall back and taps your side three times. You jump off of him letting the shirt fall away completely so you are only in your sports bra and PT shorts.
“Fuck,” You groan and sit on the mat your energy completely drained. Price sits up to detangle himself from your shirt. He is grinning from ear to ear, the expression exposing the crow's feet around his eyes.
“Two weeks and you finally beat me. Nice job.” He tosses your shirt back to you. You catch it but fall backwards arms above your head and close your eyes in silent victory. When you open your eyes Price is standing over you his hand out to help you up again. You take it and he pulls you to his chest then quickly lets go. You wish he hadn’t, his body heat feels so nice against your cold sweat-dampened skin.
“Good work today, Sergeant. Hit the showers and be in the debriefing room in fifteen.” He says stepping off the mat and leaving you in the quiet training room to stew in your thoughts. You groan and fall back to the mat, you are used to guys taking it easy on you, Price doesn't do that. Instead, he treats you like a soldier, and you respect him for that. Except, these early morning private sparing sessions have got your head spinning. You know it’s wrong, it’s so wrong. He is your superior, yet.
“Fuck me,” You tell the room. You have developed a crush on your Captain. Not that it’s hard, it seems like everyone in the 141 except you is drop-dead gorgeous or has a voice that sends shivers down your spine. Out of the four men you now work with, why has your mind continuously wandered to Price and how he treats you? Soap is a non-stop flirt, Gaz is the closest to your age, and you are frankly scared shitless of Ghost but fuck if his voice isn’t sexy. Price, Price showers you with praise, something you are not used to. Could that be the factor for your attraction to him? It has to be, right?
You finally stand and head to the women's changing room to shower and prepare for the day. The hot water feels like heaven against your soar muscles and bruising skin, and still, you think of Price when he gently took your hand and ran his calloused fingers over your knuckles. How would his hands feel on other parts of your body? You turn the water to cold to help calm you down and quickly finish your shower. You dress faster than you showered and head to the briefing room. This will be your first mission with the 141, you need to have your head on straight.
“Well hello, Beautiful.” Soap calls when you open the door. You sigh and take a seat as far from him as you can.
“Price is running late.” Ghost says looking at the clock and then at you as if it is your fault. You hold up your hands.
“He left before I did,” You say. Price enters not long after looking refreshed and serious. He hits the lights and grabs a remote to turn on the projector.
“This is our target.” He clicks the remote and a face pops up on the screen. He then jumps right into describing how the mission will go and what everyone's jobs are. Since this is your first mission you will be out of the main fighting, instead you will be providing support as sniper recon. You preen, sniper is your favorite job since you are so good at it. Soap said you might be better than Ghost, which caused the masked man to glare at his field partner and growl. Gaz will be with Price securing the target while Soap and Ghost clear the way for evac.
“Wheels out at 1300.” Price dismisses everyone. You get up to leave but he calls you back.
“Yes, Sir.” You say standing at parade rest, feet apart and hands behind your back. You can and have stood in this position for almost 24 hours as punishment at your first base so this pose comes naturally and comfortably.
“Need a call sign for you.” He says. You are surprised, normally call signs are things you are given by your team or a nickname that sticks for whatever reason. You didn’t think Price would allow you to pick your call sign so you have nothing to offer him.
“I’m sorry sir, I don’t have one.” You admit sheepishly. He looks at you, his gaze softening.
“It’s alright, do you have a nickname? Something from your early training days or from back home.” Yes, a word that has haunted you for years. A word that has been used as an insult and catcall since you started in the army. Your hands clenched into fists behind your back.
“Come on, doll. Just one more and you can be done.” Your First Sergeant mutters next to your ear as he leans down next to you a heavy hand on the small of your back pressing you down as you try and finish your final push-up. One more and you are finished with Physical training for the day. Most of your battalion have left after finishing their PT for the day, but a few members remain. Their smiles are sinister watching your First Sergeant mock you.
“Over here, doll. I have a nice warm seat for you.” One of your teammates shouts over the room patting his lap. There are no other free seats so you opt to stand in the back but he grabs your arm as you pass. He tries to pull you into his lap but you twist out of his grip. “Come on, doll. Don’t be mean. I’m only trying to make you feel like part of the guys.”
You stand in the rain in full-field gear. You zone out trying to make it through this hellish drill. Your drill instructor steps close his face inches from yours as he starts to scream at you. “What the fuck is that look on your face, Private? You are a soldier, not a doll. Act like it.”
“That’s it doll, cry for us.” Your teammate says looking down at your beaten body. Five other members of your team, men you considered friends until that moment, are laughing with him. “Think you're a big shot now. Well, let me tell you something.” He kicks you in the stomach causing you to cry out in pain. You black out before you can hear what he is going to say.
“No, Sir. I don’t have one.” You tell Price. He looks at you as if he could see the memories playing like a movie through your eyes. He places a hand on your shoulder and squeezes giving you a reassuring touch.
“That’s alright. We’ll figure something out for this mission but let me know if you think of something.” He says then motions for you to exit the room ahead of him. You quickly walk to your barracks room to get ready for the mission.
……….
Packing doesn’t take long, so you spend the rest of your time sitting in your bed reading a book. The book has been on your ‘To Read’ list for a while now but isn’t interesting. Your mind keeps thinking about Price asking you about a call sign. Even the men of the 141 have all called you “Doll” at one point in time, they quickly stopped once they noticed how angry you got towards them shortly after hearing the pet name. You could make up your own name and be happy with it, no one would ever call you Doll again because you would be respected. Have a name that people will respect instead of constantly calling you pet names that do nothing but make your skin crawl.
So, why do you keep thinking about that name? When you try to think about something else, your mind shifts to thinking about Price that morning holding your hand. You are getting frustrated with your head and the book does nothing to distract you like it should.
The book is a remake of Beauty and the Beast, Stockholm syndrome, and taboo love with a monster. You wonder what kind of beast Price would be if you lived in a fantasy world. With how much he smokes you immediately picture him as a dragon, his horde the soldiers he takes care of. Including you.
You snap the book closed and jump off the bed. Restless you pace the small room until you find yourself in the private bathroom staring at yourself in the mirror. Your eyes are glassy and your face resting. You can see it when you look like that, the reason everyone calls you doll. You look like painted porcelain, if only everyone could see the cracks you hide.
A knock at your door pulls you from your reflection.
“Hey, Captain is calling everyone to the mess hall,” Gaz says through your door. You open it to see him raising his hand to knock again. “Sorry, I wasn't sure if you were asleep or not. No one has seen you all morning.”
“Reading,” You tell him walking out of your room and down the hall Gaz following next to you.
“What book?” He tried to make small talk. You tell him the name of the book but stay silent.
“Is it any good?”
“No,” You say. You don’t mean to sound harsh, but your brain has been your worst enemy today and it has not left you in a good mood. Gaz is a part of your team now, you can trust him.
‘But you did that before and look where you ended up.’ A voice in the back of your head whispers. You shake your head and enter the mess hall with Gaz at your back to see Soap and Ghost sitting next to each other at a table and Price standing in front of them one boot propped on a seat. Price grins when he sees the two of you enter.
“Glad you decided to join us, Luv.” He says motioning to a seat for you to sit in, Gaz takes the seat next to you and Price finally sits as well on the other side of Soap.
“What’s up, Captain? Change of plans to the mission?” You ask, looking around at the men. You know these are good men, respectable men. Price is a protector and he would never let anything happen to them, which means he would not let them do anything to you either. Yet, that voice in the back of your head starts to scream. You are surrounded by men you don’t know and can’t trust. You want to run or sit far away from them.
“Nothing of the sort, lass. You are still green with the 141, so we,” he gestures to the rest of the team. “Want to share some stories with you. It’s smart for a team to have a foundation before they go into the field together.” You nod agreeing with his statement but still uncomfortable with the idea of sharing parts of your life with these men. Price knows the most about you since he read your file, but the rest of the team knows next to nothing about you except what they have seen for themselves.
“Ok, I’ll go first,” Soap says and jumps immediately into a funny story about introducing Ghost to a battalion in Mexico. Ghost was polite enough to play along and delivered his line with enough prompting from Soap.
“I nearly told them his first name but this big yin stops me mid-sentence and says,” He motions for Ghost to say the line giving the masked man the biggest puppy dog eyes ever.
“That’ll do,” Ghost says grumpy and irritated. The men laugh, except Ghost of course. You smile, playing along with the cheerful atmosphere surrounding you, but you are still on edge. You are surrounded by men. The way to the exit is blocked by men. Men sit so close to you that if they shift an inch one of them could touch you. Someone else starts talking but you keep the strained smile on your lips trying to not bring attention to yourself.
Someone says your name, but you are too locked in your thoughts to notice. All you can think of is the last time you were surrounded by so many strong men, taller and faster than you. You can practically feel the cracking of bones and the splitting of skin. Your heart is racing but your eyes focus on the floor, seeing it tinted red with your blood.
“Hey, you ok Doll?” Soap asks, placing a hand across the table and touching your arm. Your focus shifts to him. His touch. His words. In an instant, you flip your hand around and grab his arm pulling him towards you across the table. You stand from your seat and grab Soap's hair, you pull his face away from the table and then slam it back down. Your eyes are blown out wide searching for the next to move.
Ghost.
He lunges across the table and grabs your arms trying to make you release his field partner. You let Soap go and switch to defending yourself against the tallest and deadliest member in the room. Your chest is aching with the effort of keeping your breath, your heart nearly beating through your ribs.
The room is dark, only a sliver of light bleeds through the crack in the door frame and your friends surround you but they are not your friends anymore. Someone grabs your shoulders and a fist connects with your stomach. Your dinner threatens to come back up, staining the floor more than your blood does. Another punch, this time to your skull, ears ringing.
“Stop,” A gruff deep authoritative voice shouts. The hands release you causing you to collapse to the ground. The pain stops but the sounds continue. You can hear the pounding of fists against flesh, of bones breaking, and your gaged screams. The voice says your name, the aggressive authoritarian tone gone, replaced with gentleness unnatural for the event you are suffering through.
“Come back to us Sergeant, you are safe.” He says. It is a man. But not the men who beat and nearly killed you, a different man. You associate his voice with gentle corrections and praise. Warm calloused hands caressing yours as they relax your hands, their touch lingering longer than necessary.
“Deep breaths Luv, we got you.” The room is still dark, your body still aches, and your chest still pounds but the men are gone. Replaced with absolute blackness. You are aware of what you just did, and how you reacted to a simple word and gesture. You attacked a teammate, and the rest of the group protected him. Protected him from you.
“Oh, god,” You breath, you have turned into your attackers. After this, you will be discharged and forced into civilian life. With no protection, your attackers can find you and finish what they started. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” You sob. You feel bad for what you did to soap, you truly do. It was a reflex caused by trauma, they can’t blame you for that but they will. You know they will.
“Easy luv. No one is upset with you. You are safe.” the voice pulls you back to the surface again. Not enough for you to surface but enough to make it easier to breathe.
“Hey, it’s alright lass. I’m fine.” Soap. his voice cuts clear through the darkness pulling you out of your thoughts. You squint at the bright light as you open your eyes and see the 141 sitting on the floor around you giving you the space you need to breathe. All of the except Price, he kneels in front of you, his hands hovering around your shoulders afraid to touch you in case it would send you spiraling again but close enough so he is there to catch you if you faint.
“There you are, Luv. How you feeling?” Price asks. You shake your head not trusting your voice at the moment. Your chest is aching from how fast your heart is racing and your throat feels raw. “Can you walk?” He asks next. You tense your legs feeling the muscles, and you should be able to stand and walk for a bit. You nod. Price adjusts so he can pull you up and offer you his hand. Fingers shaking you place your hand in his and he pulls you to your feet. You look down at Soap, his nose is bloody and Ghost is hovering over his form but otherwise, he seems unharmed. Nothing permanent at least. You will need to apologize to him once you have calmed down.
“Come on then Luv, I’ll walk you to your room.” He keeps an arm out for you to grab if you need it. You stand on your own two feet and take a few steps before wrapping your arm around his when you feel your knees start to buckle. “Everyone back to their barracks, get some rest, and be ready for the mission in 4 hours.” Price orders. The other three men in the room stand, watching as you and the captain walk out of the room.
Walking back to your barrack is quick, you make it quicker by picking up the pace before your legs give out. Price keeps up and even reaches the door before you, having it open so you can stroll in and collapse in a chair in the corner of the room. He steps in turning the lights on before he closes the door behind him. He kneels between your shaking legs and looks you in the eyes.
“Are you still good for the mission or should I pull you?” he asks. Your eyes widen and you shake your head.
“I’m good. I can do this.” You argue. He stares into your eyes searching for any hits that something is off. So much is off, so much is wrong but nothing that involves this mission or the 141. Everything is from your past, your problem. If there is one thing you are the best at, it is shoving your problems away until you can deal with them in a safe environment.
“Okay,” He says, nodding at your words. “Get some rest, take care of what you need to do before the mission. If you need me you know where to find me. Promise me you will come to me if you need help.” It sounds like an offer but by the look in his eyes you know it is an order. You nod. “I need to hear you say it.”
“I will. If I need help I’ll come find you. I promise.” You say just to get Price to go away but when you finish you realize that you mean it too. You have always been independent, and would rather fix your problems yourself instead of asking for help, but Price feels different. You feel safe with him like you could truly be yourself around him, show him a side of you no one has ever seen before. Price smiles at you and your face heats up. You look down at the space between you, finding a loose thread on the seam of your pants.
“Get some rest,” He says again, he slowly reaches his hand into your view so you can pull away if you need, and pats your knee before standing. You raise your head watching him leave. When his hand touches the nob you call him back.
“Wait,” You say, he turns to look at you slumped in your chair as you admit for the first time that you need help. “Can you stay for a bit? I don’t know what to do,” you admit. Price nods and motions for you to move to the bed so he can sit next to you. You sit and feel the dip in the mattress as he joins you. You look at the floor and then back at the string on your pants.
“What do you need, Luv?” Price asks.
“To talk, I guess. I don’t know what I need. I’ve never asked for help if I’m being honest.” you tell him. He chuckles and holds out his hand for you to take. You place your hand in his and feel the warm calloused fingers engulf yours.
“That’s alright. How about you tell me what set you off? We can work from there.” He says giving your hand a gentle squeeze. You take a deep breath then let it out in a shaky sigh.
“I wasn’t entirely honest with you after the briefing. I have a nickname, ever since I grew into my body men have called me ‘Doll’. The men who,” You hesitate to continue as the memories flood your head again. You squeeze Price’s hand cementing you in the here and now. “The men who attacked me, I thought they were my friends. Throughout the whole event, they referred to me as ‘Doll’. It was derogatory and an insult. Claiming I was weak and shatterable like porcelain. Being in a room with men of similar build and attitude to them, with no immediate way of escape. It had me on edge, I felt trapped then Soap grabbed me, called me Doll, and I was back in that room again.” You tell Price as tears slowly run down your cheeks. You start to wipe them away but there are too many and your face burns. You let them run.
“I’m sorry,” Price says, wrapping an arm around your shoulders slowly. You huddle close to him feeling the warmth radiating off his body. He tucks you closer to his side. “I put you in that situation without thinking. I should have considered your past and planned better. I’m so sorry, Luv.” You shake your head at his apology.
“Normally I'm fine. I can be in the canteen during meals and not have a problem. I think today was different because I kept thinking about my call sign.” Price looks at you confused.
“I want to move past what happened to me. I nearly died, so what? There is always the possibility of death in this line of work.” You ball your hands into fists. Price starts to draw circles over your shoulder making you shiver. Anger starts to take over your mind, “You know what I want, Price? I want men to fear me, respect me, and give me space when I walk into the room. I want men to look at me and have shivers go down their spines. I want them to stay away because they know I’m not to be fucked with. I never again want a man to think that he has nothing to fear if he approaches me.” you take a quick breath and let the anger settle in your heart. “Men look at me and see a fragile doll that can shatter with one touch. They look at me and see a porcelain face without chips in my paint. Men see a doll that doesn’t belong in the military but in a kitchen. I no longer want to be fragile, Price. I want my paint to chip, the porcelain to crack, my clothes in rags. I want to be lethal. I want to be the doll that people are afraid to sleep with at night.”
Price slowly releases your shoulders and kneels, looking straight into your eyes. “Then be that, be terrifying. Never let your gaze falter, stare until you have the world bowing to you. Be a symbol, let your face crack and your smile fade, and be filled with the desire to own the room. Let yourself be ready for war”. He pauses, “Never back down and never stop until every man knows that your porcelain does not crack from fear but from strength. You are no longer made from weakness, you are a storm that doesn’t relent until everything is shattered, rebuilt in your image.”
“Price,” You whisper, licking your lips. You can’t help the rush you feel as your eyes lower to his lips. “Will you,” You pause, not sure how to share your feelings. You want to kiss him, want him to kiss you. He makes you feel safe and strong, and you want him to make you feel loved. “Can I,” You try again but falter before you can get the word out. You are unsure how he feels about you, so asking him to kiss you would be inappropriate. Not to mention he is your superior, a relationship between you two could never work out. Instead, you take a deep breath and let your eyes glaze over.
“Call me Doll.” You tell him. You feel powerful instead of dread and fear filling your chest at the word. Price has helped you become the nightmare that will terrify your enemies, just like you have always wanted to be.
“You got it, Doll.” Price looks like he wants to say something else, like he wants to say something more but he holds back. A small part of you shudders at your new call sign, but the rest of you is electrified. You are ready to be the thing that goes bump in the night, the terrifying Doll that haunts men's dreams.
“Thank you, Price. For everything.” You say. Price nods then stands placing his hands on his knees to push himself up. You follow his face as he now towers above you.
“Need anything else?” He asks. You shake your head but then nod. Unsure if it is appropriate to ask but the worst thing he can say is ‘no’.
“Would you like to stay?” You ask gesturing to the chair and then around the room. “If you are done packing and whatnot,” You start to stutter over your words at how one could take your words. “I mean if you have nothing else to do, it would be nice to just sit and read, or talk.” Price puts you out of your misery by placing his hand on your shoulder. You look up at him again, you glance at his pants as you raise your eyes to meet his.
“I would like that,” He says, then walks over to the small pile of books you have on a dresser and picks up a random book before walking back to the chair. He lets out a huff of air as he sits then rests a foot over his knee and begins to read his book. You watch him for a moment, admiring his relaxed posture. He is so handsome when he doesn’t have the world on his shoulders, he almost looks younger. You clear your throat and grab the book you had been reading before from your nightstand and open it to the part you had been reading before Gaz interrupted you and continued reading.
To your horror, this is the part in the book where things start to get steamy between the main characters. So there you are, reading smut, while your captain that you admire sits a few feet away reading a book of his own, his crotch in clear view now that you think about it.
The next few hours are going to be long and torturous.
……
The mission. What to say about the mission? Well for starters it was a success, you watched the team as they made their entrance into the compound and covered their ass while inside. Ghost and Soap make the arrest instead of Price and Gaz because the fucker ran. To finish it all off you kept their exit clear and covered their rear as they left the compound and made their way to exfile where you would all rendezvous back up.
Even the rain that pelted against your back didn’t stall the mission at all. It provided you with more coverage than you needed and made your exit quite fun as you slid down a muddy hill to reach a bunch of trees.
That's where things took a turn, however. Lightning had been striking the areas around you in the far distance as you landed in the gathering of trees, rifle pointed up into the sky to prevent you from tripping over the muzzle. You took one step away from the trees and that's when you were hit.
Your scream rang through the coms and the forest alerting everyone in the area of your location, friend and foe alike. All you remember is a blinding flash of white and then electrifying pain coursing through your body heating it until your fingers felt on fire.
That was three weeks ago. The lightning strike knocked you on your ass but in honesty, you were lucky. You suffered some nerve damage to your left arm and fingers but you got away without any neural damage. It is a miracle. You still have to go to physical therapy to build strength in your arm and fingers but recovery is fast approaching. Captain Price had backed off for the first week, doing everything but ignoring you to your face. It only stopped when you barged into his office one morning and demanded he spar with you, after the long talk you both had while trading fists you have gone back to your normal. Well almost.
Price sits in your room with a book in his hands and a foot propped on his knee as he leans back relaxing in the chair. You sit on your bed, back to the footboard so you can sneakily peek over at Price while he reads. You have moved on to a different series of books but Price is now reading the book you were before you left on the mission. You watch his face deciphering his emotions by the twitch in his brow or the way his breathing alters. You want to know what he thinks of the book but you also want to know when he gets to that part.
The part where the two main characters finally give in to their sexual desires. You see Price shift a little bit, pulling on the tight part of his pants. You can’t help but smile over this action, knowing that he did indeed get to the smutty part of the book. Price’s cheeks start to turn red.
“These are the types of books you read, Doll? I would never have pegged you for a person who has this much interest in this type of reading material.” Price says holding the book up. Your cheeks flush red but you also feel a rush of adrenaline hearing your call sign in his gruff voice.
You can’t help the quick remark that comes out of your mouth, “Well no one here wants to play out my fantasies so I might as well read them, unless you know anyone that's willing to enlighten me.” You smirk. Price's eyes dilate at your words.
“Cheeky,” Price says, his smirk turning into a full grin as he tosses his book onto your nightstand and makes his way over to you. You close your book and place it on the bed next to you watching the man you fancy move towards you slowly. You watch his hands dangling down his hips as they clench and unclench. Watch his shoulders straighten as the tension builds in his body. Watch his eyes roam over your clothed body imagining what it would look like bare against the sheets.
He reaches the side of your bed and leans over so his hands are gripping the footrest next to your shoulders. His face is so close to yours that you are breathing in his air. “What kind of fantasies do you have, Doll?” He says leaning forward to whisper the words against your ear. This is wrong but you don’t care anymore. You nearly died twice, you are not going to waste this third chance at life.
“The kind that involves a bit of rope, a dash of leather, and a whole dollop of begging.” You say into his lips. You see the shiver rack his body as he imagines your words, not the way you mean them though. He begins to run a hand up your leg scratching at the cloth covering the skin he is desperate to feel.
“I think we can make your wish come true.” Price says finally leaning in and capturing your lips in a fiery kiss. You feel like you are being struck by lightning for a second time but instead of pain, you feel pleasure. His lips are rough and tase of beeswax, but when he deepens the kiss by shoving his tongue into your mouth you moan at his taste. Rich and smokey just like his cigars and an undercurrent that is solely him, solely Price and you love it.
“Undress me,” You say into his lips. Price backs out of the kiss, his breath sporadic. He kisses your jaw working your belt and pulling your shirt from where it is tucked into your pants. He pulls the shirt over your head leaving you exposed in your bra. Price then dives for your stomach peppering it in kisses as he works your pants and panties down your hips and off your legs. The ends of your pants get caught on your feet so Price has to pull away to free you from your clothing. You laugh at his struggle and roll onto your stomach as he tosses the pants onto the ground.
“Get on your hands and knees' ' he demands, lust filling his eyes. You do as he says, turning and giving Price the perfect view of your ass. He lays down so he is under you, and spreads your thighs, now giving him the perfect view of your pussy. He lets out a low groan before he attaches his lips to your clit, sucking at an agonizingly low pace. You can’t help but grind your hips on his mouth, silently begging him to go faster. You sit up, putting all your body weight onto his face. This won’t do, you want to make Price beg. You begin to ride his face, moaning out his name. Price slowly reaches a hand up, cupping your breasts and pinching your nipples, causing your back to arch.
“Enough,” You growl and carefully get off his face. “Captain, tonight, I’m in charge of what goes on in my room and I’m going to ride you until you’re begging for release.” He looks up at you from between your legs, he cautiously nods his head allowing you to take over and use him like a toy.
“Good boy,” you say as you recenter yourself over Price’s face. He grabs hold of your legs but you smack his hands away, he then clenches his hands into the sheets under him. You sit on your Captain's face and you ride him. Your hips begin to move at a fast pace, and Price’s fingers cup your ass in a way that you knew would leave marks. But that didn’t matter. What mattered was claiming Price’s face. You feel your high and you chase it, moving faster and faster until finally, the release comes, spilling all over your Captain's face.
“I’m so proud of you”, you coo to Price, “You’ve been so good, let me show you what happens when you obey.” You slide off his face and kiss down his chest, leaving little love bites as you move further down. Finally, you make your way to his pants and make quick work of the zipper so you see his cock and grasp it. Price moans at the touch of your fingers. “Now Captain, I have control over you, you will not come unless I allow you. You will not move, you will not resist, I will set the pace and you will like it, understood?” You say with a smirk.
“Yes, Doll,” he sighs. You begin to move your hand up and down his shaft, making little circles around his tip with your thumb. The sounds coming out of your Capitan makes your clit throb. You wanted his pleasure and you wanted him to know that only you could make it happen, as long as he listened. You set the pace and watch Price struggle. He tries to thrust his hips to match your movements resulting in you stopping. “Captain, what did I say? You will not move, you will not resist.” You let out a satisfied sigh “And if you move again I’ll have no choice but to stop, understand?”
“Yes, doll,” Price replies, his eyes longing for your continued touch. You continue where you left off, you can’t help but smile. Price is biting his lip, eyes rolling, enjoying your movements. You give him a few more low strokes before picking up your pace. Little moans escaped Price’s lips. You can feel his release coming as his cock begins to throb. This is exactly what you wanted. You quickly move your hand and replace it with your mouth, molding your cheeks to his size and suck. Price doesn’t last long like this before he comes into your mouth. He is such a good boy. You lift your lips off of him, opening your mouth, showing Price his mess before swallowing.
“Now Captain, are you ready? I was thinking of riding you until you are screaming my name, how does that sound?” You coo. Price gives a quick nod, his cock already back at attention. Your excitement pools down your legs, and you feel nothing but joy and lust.
You adjust your position until you have centered yourself over his shaft reading yourself for the blissful stretching of your cunt. You give his cock a few last-minute pumps before sliding down slowly. Price lets out a long hiss as his hands grasp your hips, his nails leaving crescent marks on your skin. You relish in the feeling of having Price’s cock inside you as he stretches you out and fills every inch you give him. The heat of him warming your whole body.
Once you have adjusted to the feeling you begin to slowly rock your hips giving Price as little stimulation as you can while giving yourself all the pleasure in the world. As you rock he begins to growl at how unsatisfied he is. You run your hands along his chest letting your nails gently scratch his skin. His moan is loud and mouthwatering.
“Use your words.” You tell him, rocking faster not letting your lips leave his pelvis.
“Please,” He begs. Your whole body shivers at the desperation dripping from his lips. You have complete control over this man and he couldn’t be happier.
“Please what, Captain? Be specific.” You halt your rocking to torment the man underneath you. His grip on your hips tightens wanting to force your hips to move again but he knows better. He relaxes his hold on you and takes a few deep breaths.
“Please Doll, more. Make me cum.” He begs. You lean forward and place a deep kiss against his lips. He licks your lips wanting to taste his release mixed with your mouth, you grant his wish. His moan turns into a gasp as you almost raise completely off Price’s cock then slam back down. Your speed is brutal as the sound of slapping skin fills the room along with his moans. You break the kiss to look down at your new toy, his eyes are rolling into the back of his head.
“I’m going to milk you dry,” You tell Price. He looks at you, something in your eyes must have pleased him greatly because he releases his climax deep into your pussy. Your moan fills the air as you feel the warmth coat your walls and fill the spaces inside you Price's dick hadn’t managed to reach. You turn your moan into a sound of disappointment while you lock eyes with your captain.
“Captain, did I give you permission to cum?” You ask him still moving your body along his cock. He shakes his head breathing heavily. “This time, you may only cum when I say you can.”
“Yes, Doll.” He breaths. You grab his wrists and pull his hands away from your body.
“You are forbidden from touching me. Keep your hands above your head until I say otherwise.” He is slower to stand at attention than last time but as you order Price around you can feel him harden. He raises his hands above his head and curls his hands into the sheets to stop himself from touching your damp skin.
While last time you were hard and fast this time you take your time letting Price feel every flutter of your cunt as you rise and fall on his cock. You meticulously clench your walls around his erect shaft and watch as it causes the man below you to unravel into a babbling mess. When you feel his cock twitch, you pause your hips until Price crashes back to earth. After the third time of denying his release Price nearly has tears in his eyes as he begs you.
“Please Doll, Ma’am, may I cum?” He asks like such a polite little toy. You cup his face in your palm rubbing your thumb through his beard. He leans into your touch.
“Make me cum, use your hands. If you do a good job I'll give you your reward, if you disappoint me, this ends immediately. Understood?” Price quickly nods as his hands back your body, one hand going between your legs and the other grasping at your breasts. His thumb makes quick work of your clit rubbing quick circles along the sensitive bundle of nerves. You clench around him as he works your clit and breasts building your climax. You can feel him begin to twitch and throb against your walls, you both drawing close to your release.
“Cum with me,” You tell him.
“Yes Ma’am,” He responds. Hearing him refer to you like a superior pushes you over the edge, making you shudder. Price didn’t hold on much longer and released himself inside of you, both of you coming together.
….
You don’t remember falling asleep after the wild night you and Price had. You quickly take in your surroundings, Price asleep on your chest, your arms wrapped around his body. You smile to yourself, the captain of the 141 is nestled into you like you're his safe haven, maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad thing if you were. You didn’t want to admit that you were falling in love with Captain Price.
The body beside you sleeps soundly, probably for the first time in months. There is a comfort and safety about being in your own bed after a long trip away. His trips are longer than most and are a lot more dangerous. Simon snores softly jolting you from your late-night thoughts. You look over at his sleeping figure. The blanket pulled up to his chest, one arm wrapped around your shoulders and the other resting on his stomach.
As much as you hate the reason why, these moments are still your favorite. When you can watch him sleep and see the years of death and carnage disappear from his face. You look back at the ceiling, the lights outside your window casting shadow shapes. You spot a bunny then a flower, what should be blobs you find beauty in because if you let your mind wander you would be swallowed by the darkness.
You look over to Simon again and nearly jump out of your skin. His eyes are open and staring at you with concern.
“Sorry,” He says, his voice deep with sleep. “Are you okay, luv?” He asks. You sit up away from him but he follows, letting the blanket pool around your waists. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you to his chest where you can hear his heartbeat.
“Sorry, hon. I can’t sleep.” You tell him, putting your face in your hands to hold back the tears. He kisses your bare shoulder then begins trailing kisses up your neck. You sigh at the feeling of his lips on your skin but you still push him away. “You are tired, you need to sleep.” Simon lets out a low hum.
“I’m awake now, and I want to hold you.” He says kissing your jaw. You turn and kiss him, and his hands slide down your figure to hold your hips. He tries to pull you into his lap but you stop him again.
“You sure?” You ask him, adjusting so you sit on your knees beside him. He runs his hand through your hair and drags you close to press a heated kiss to your lips. Here's your answer. When you break apart you use your position to push Simon back to the bed then start kissing down his chest to his hips. He moans when you scrape your teeth along the V of his hips. You slide your hands up and down his waist just barely brushing the skin, then you move to pull the blanket down further exposing Simon. You can’t help the smirk that spreads across your face, you love the fact that he sleeps naked. His cock begins to grow with excitement. Just having you near drives him into a lust-filled frenzy.
“Excited?” You tease him. He gasps when you start stroking him as you continue to kiss around his hips.
“Yes,” He moans, lifting his hips into your touch.
You rub your finger along the slit of his tip, noticing his back arch slightly to your touch. You love the way he is so needy for your touch. “Luv,” he sighs. Simon usually doesn't have the habit of begging for your touch, he usually begs for your mouth. Teasing Simon like this is sweet revenge for all the times he teases you, so you plan to drag this out until he is properly begging for you. You rub little circles on the tip that causes Simon to whimper, bucking his hips towards your lips.
You kiss the head of his cock before moving down to his thighs. You drag your lips up his thigh to the base of his cock before pulling away and moving to the other leg. His moan is loud when you drag your tongue up the bottom of his cock and suck his head. You let go before he can get accustomed to the feeling, and return your lips to his thighs.
“What do we say?” You ask him, watching his eyes close tight with how you are holding his cock. He gasps at every tiny movement of your hand, wanting to thrust but you hold him in place with a hand on his leg. “Are you going to be a good boy?” You suck his balls and his eyes fly open to look at you.
“Yes,” He groans.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Ma’am.” You hum with a mouth full of heavy balls. His eyes almost roll back into his skull. You pump his cock a few times then rest your hand at the base.
“Then what do we say?” He growls, knowing how excited you are having him at your mercy. Your panties are soaking wet seeing him like this. His cock is throbbing with how much he wants to cum in your mouth. Maybe if he continues to be a good boy you will let him.
“Please, Ma’am.” You spit on his cock before opening your mouth, slipping your tongue onto him, licking down to the base, and slowly back up before taking him fully in your mouth. Simon snakes his hands into your hair, giving a slight tug. He wants to set the pace, but you stop him by refusing to bob your head. He relaxes his grip on your head, instead, he holds your hair allowing you to work at your own speed.
You start slow, agonizingly slow. Starting with just the tip of his cock you take a little of him at a time. The grip in your hair grows tighter the longer you drag this out, and you couldn’t be happier.
Simon:
Simon could hardly contain himself seeing his girlfriend on his cock like this, it was an ego boost. Recently she has been getting attention from Captain Price and it angered Simon more than anything. Of course, it wasn't her fault, she is the most beautiful woman that Simon has ever seen, and the most beautiful woman that the men in the barracks have ever seen. Among the soldiers, Simon was not someone to play with. During the barracks workouts, Price always seemed to make her his partner, Simon couldn't help but notice the way Price looked at her ass, the hand gripping her waist during squats, it sent him into a jealous rage.
However, Simon would never let that show, especially to her. This was not the side of Simon that he wanted her to see. He didn't want her to see “Ghost”, the aggressive man. He wanted her to see who he truly was, a man that was purely devoted to her. He didn't want to own her but instead allowed her to own him, he was submitted to her. He would do anything to please her, kill her enemies, make her scream with pleasure, whatever she required, he would do. She ruled his thoughts. Sometimes Simon wanted to dominate her in the bedroom, his role in the barracks would try and slip through, but he couldn't. The only thought on his mind was doing what she wanted, what she needed. Her moans would send him to his knees. That's all he wanted to hear, her little whimpers right before she came. It was his music. The need to submit to her would always take over.
He sees the light change in her eyes, the light fading into a deep shadow of lust. He could see the desire change and her need for him. Her cheeks hollow out, making the perfect mold around his cock.
“Fuck, please let me cum,” He begs.
He knew he was fucked by the look in her eyes. The control she had on him is indescribable. “Beg for it Simon, earn your release.” She quickened her pace. His head falls back as she takes his length all the way into her mouth. She gags around his cock, the sounds make him twitch.
“Please, ma'am? I'll do anything you want but please just let me cum.” She nods around his length, finally giving him permission. Simon runs his hands through her hair gripping it tight so he can repeatedly shove his cock deep into her throat. His strokes began to grow sloppy.
“Ma’am, I’m going to cum.” He grunts. His release is heavy as he shoots into her throat causing her to swallow hard in order to not spill all his load out her mouth. She crawls up the bed and opens her mouth to show him the remains of his load on her tongue before she swallows.
The sight of her swallowing his load makes him hard once more. He knows it is time for her pleasure. He wants to devour her. Simon doesn’t give himself time to think before he acts. Pushing her down on the bed, displayed. He is glad she had the habit of sleeping naked, it always makes things easier for him. Simon pulls her to the edge of the bed and kneels down, face in between her thighs. This is heaven to Simon, kneeling before the woman he loves.
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Working at Rita’s restaurant under the rule of Amarantha was a curse. Even though most of Velaris had remained unchanged, the frequency of my favorite customer had dwindled. Morrigan. I miss seeing her alluring eyes, I used to love the way the light would catch them. Her hair was always kept in golden braids.
Until Feyre happened.
The story of Feyre cursebreaker became legendary to those who live in Prythian. Allowing the high lord and his family to once more walk among the people of Velaris, to enjoy the freedom that they were denied under Amarantha.
It is a regular day at Rita’s, High fae gossiping about what happened under the mountain, each story vastly different from the other. I’m serving a particularly loud male his spiced wine, his boasting of watching Feyre is the loudest among the chatter, “- and then she answered Amarantha’s riddle, you should have seen the look on that bitches face as Tamlin ripped her throat”. I slam down the glass in front of him making sure he cuts the conversation short. Other customers are beginning to look uncomfortable at the mention of Amarantha’s name and I don’t want to lose their business due to one drunken fae. Seeing my harsh actions made the male pip down.
I began the usual cleaning for the night before Rita intercepted me “Girl, I need you to quickly serve the high lord and his family, everything is free as a mating present to his new high lady” she said quickly before walking away to calm down a fight between other patrons. I can’t maintain my composure knowing the high family is here. That Morrigan is here. It's been fifty years since I’ve seen her. I quickly walk over to their usual table, noting Cassian, Az, Amern, the woman I assume to be Feyre, the high lord, and Morrigan. She is glowing, her smile contagious. Her hair looks the same, in the golden braid. She’s in a flowing red dress that brings out the glimmer in her eyes. I start to imagine what she's wearing underneath before Amern brings me back to reality. Heat spreads across my cheeks for my shameful thoughts.
“Hello?'' growls Amern, “Are you going to take the drink orders or are you going to oogle Mor all night”.
I’m mortified, I’ve always known Amern to be unpleasant most of the time. I can’t bring myself to look at Morrigan, too afraid to see her reaction to my attraction to her. Cassian lets out a boyish giggle, “Do you hear that Mor? Even females can’t take their eyes off you”. I feel tears start to build in my eyes as I start to walk back towards the kitchen, shoulders slumped. I just want to go home, it's been a long night and now with that embarrassing situation, I don’t think I could last a couple more hours. I hunt down Rita, trying to think of some bullshit excuse to end my night early.
“Hey, Rita?” I sniffle “I think I should go home and call a healer, my nose has been running all day” I finish. Rita gives me a suspicious look
“Fine girl, but be back tomorrow bright and early, give someone else the high families order and go”. I sigh in relief as I pack up my things and head out the door. As I’m about to quietly slip out, I get a light tap on my shoulder and I feel a hand slide something into my pocket. I turn back around to find no one, no one but Morrigan giving me a sly smile at her table before she continues her conversation with Feyre.
⟴
I need to take a walk through the streets of silk and thread. The sight of the shops and all they have to offer always helps me clear my mind during distressing times. I stop by a particular favorite of mine. Aili is the fae who owns this shop and has been a friend of mine for centuries. She is one of the most talented females I know, making dresses for every occasion, she also is a great shoulder to cry on. I hastily grab the handle and yank open the door, thankfully the only fae in the store is Aili. I can’t hold back the choking sobs any longer. My friend quickly rushes over to me, a look of concern on her face. “What’s wrong?”. So I tell her the story of my humiliation. I have a hard time forming sentences between my crying and blowing my nose.
“- I couldn’t even finish my shift, I just left”, I finished. Aili gives me a small smile as she tries to soothe me.
“My dear I know what will make you feel better. A new dress, on the house”.
“No.” I stammer “These dresses are too expensive for me to just take for free.” Aili only gives me a laugh
“Well, it’s a good thing you know the owner”. I spend only thirty minutes or so in the store before I finally find something that catches my eye. A short green dress that has silver stitching that glows like the stars on winter solstice. It has a deep plunge neckline that some would consider provocative and completely sheer on the sides. Aili is right, as usual. I do feel better. I’m admiring myself in the mirror when I remember that I still have a hidden treasure in my pocket. I thank Aili for the dress and head home.
The walk is a short one usually if I take cuts through the streets, but tonight I want to savor the warm summer air. I make it to my small apartment in just a couple of minutes and rummage through my pocket to find my keys. My fingers brush a small note. I hastily open my front door, step inside, drop my shopping bag, and latch the locks before opening the note.
I was oogling you too if you would have looked up you shy girl. Maybe after I’m finished at Rita’s I’ll pay you a visit, only if you want.
-Mor
A pen appeared in my pocket. I don’t know what to write back. I quickly find the nearest hard surface. My hands are too shaky to say anything back. I take a couple of deep breaths and begin my message.
I would love to see you. I'm in the theatre district in the red house with the big oak door.
I’m thinking about changing what I wrote before the note disappeared. I’m nervous that I was too vague about where I live or that maybe I should have shown more excitement to the meeting with the high female fae I’ve had lustful thoughts about for years. A new note appears.
I know that house. I must say, I’m happy Amern said something, I’ve been wanting a private meeting with you for a while.
-Mor
Before I can craft a message back, everything disappears. I can’t help but smile to myself and think of the last line of that message, not believing it to be real. Morrigan didn’t give me a specific time for when she was coming. I began to clean. It's not usual for me to have company over, save for Aili. It’s been centuries since I’ve had a female that I was sexually attracted to in my house. Usually, those females were one-night stands that wanted to come home with me after an extensive night at Rita’s. They never meant anything to me and neither did I to them. This is different, I now have to make sure my house looks fit for the most beautiful woman in the world. I want this meeting to mean something.
After I finish up my cleaning duties, I hurry to my bathing room, showering off the smell of Rita’s restaurant. I struggle with what to do with my hair, usually, when I want to look presentable I put it in a braid. A habit I picked up from Morrigan. I want to impress her. I decide on a half-up in a bun with some strands flowing down my shoulders. I walk back to the door where my shopping bag is and bring out the dress. I had some reservations about getting it at first, I couldn’t think of any place I would ever want to wear it. Now, with Morrigan coming, it was perfect. After putting the dress on, I admire myself in the floor-length mirror. I must admit, I look hot. I do a little twirl in the mirror before I hear a knock on my door that snaps me back to reality. I rush to my door, undo the locks, and yank it open. There she is. Morrigan.
She changed her dress. The female is now wearing a floor-length blue dress that hugs her body, it has slits on the sides exposing her thighs. The silver stitching is similar to mine. The blue dress brings out Morrigan’s beautiful brown eyes. I can’t help but stare at her the way I did at Rita’s hours before. Her hair is still braided, she painted her lips an inviting brown color. Morrigan must have noticed my staring, her cheeks began to flush.
“Hello my dear, you look lovely”, she states as if it's pure fact. Her breath has a subtle hint of liquor. I muster up enough courage before I finally speak.
“Hi, Morrigan”. I hesitantly move away from the door and allow the beautiful fae to walk in. Morrigan gives my home a quick glance before turning back to me.
“Mor, my friends and lovers call me Mor.” I have known this but I don’t want to push boundaries. I smile as I think of saying her name. Mor. Excitement thunders through my heart that I am now allowed to call her that. I don’t know what to do with myself, the awkwardness settles in as Mor and I glance at each other. Finally, she says, “ I was thinking of having some wine if you’re interested? I brought a bottle over from Rhysands collection”. I give a quick nod and head over to the living room. We both sit on the couch, her thighs brushing against mine. I let out a tiny sigh from the contact, low enough to where I don’t think Mor heard. With a wave of Mor’s hand, two wine glasses and a bottle of red wine appear. Mor lets the glasses fall to the table before she begins to pour. First mine, then hers.
“I propose a toast” she purrs as she raises her glass, “to meeting each other at last”. I could only give a nod in response as we both clink our glasses together and drink. The wine is warm going down my throat, with hints of berries and chocolate dancing on my tongue. I drain my glass quickly to cancel out the tension that lies between us, Mor does the same. I guess now would be the best time to talk,
“You know Mor, I’ve always found you to be beautiful”. I wanted to tell her more, how I can’t ever look away from her, how her laugh makes my heart fill with joy. Maybe if I ever get the chance another time, I will. A slight grin spreads across her face.
“I know you have my dear. I’ve always known. I was going to ask you out for drinks before Amarantha decided to play the queen of Prythian”. She lets out a deep sigh before continuing, “I’m sorry I never did, it's been fifty years since my family has come back from under the mountain, I needed a little time before going back to the dating scene. I figured it wouldn’t be fair for either of us.” Happiness soars through my body at her words. She has been wanting this as much as I have. I reach my hand to hers as if to tell her It's ok, I understand. Mor lets out a deep sigh “but I know how I can make it up to you”’ a devilish grin spreads across her face.
She sets down her wine glass and reaches out her hand to my face. Her fingers begin to graze my cheek, working their way to my mouth. A small sigh escapes my breath as she brushes her thumb across my lips. Mor gives me a smirk before pushing her thumb into my mouth “suck”, she demands. I do as she asks, beginning by kissing the tip of her thumb before I part my lips, running my tongue along her slender finger. “Good girl”, moans Mor, I smile at the praise. Mor pulls her thumb out of my mouth and crashes her lips to mine. She tastes divine.
She nips at my lower lip with her teeth, telling me to open my mouth, I obey. A small moan escapes me as our tongues meet. I feel her place her hand on my knee, slowly raking her nails against the soft skin. My head begins to spin as her nails find my thighs, tracing little circles. Mor pulls away from the kiss “So beautiful” she whispers. I involuntarily spread my legs a little more, willing her to go higher. Inviting her to where I want her to be. I arch my back towards her, silently begging her to bring her lips back to mine. Instead, she begins to trail tender kisses on my neck. I let out another sigh. I want this to speed up, I’m impatient. I’ve waited fifty years for Mor and I won’t wait any longer. I push Mor away and unzip my dress, revealing myself to her hungry eyes.
Her gaze seems to drink in every detail of my body. I blush but Mor pulls me back to her, placing me on her lap. My breasts are at eye level. She kisses each nipple before placing one in her mouth, sending shivers through my spine. I let out a faint whimper. I feel her tongue make lazy circles, the warmth of her mouth is enough to drive me crazy. I want her mouth somewhere else. Somewhere lower. Mor pulls away and gives a soft laugh, “You’re making pools of excitement on my dress, shall I take it off?” I can only give her a nod as she lays me down on the couch and stands up. The movement is almost too fast for me to see before she brings herself back. Bare. Mor knows what I want, I can see it in her eyes. She slowly kneels on the floor, before me. “Put your legs over my shoulders, now”. The aggressiveness in Mor’s tone only makes me wetter. I do as she says. She grabs my waist and pulls me closer to her. My pussy inches away from her mouth, where it longed to be.
Mor traces little kisses on my thighs, slowly. I can feel her breath on me, making me want her mouth on me even more. I buck my hips up “Please” I beg.
“Mmmh, my dear” she purrs “I like it when you beg”. I feel a kiss placed on me before her mouth begins its work. I arch my back to give Mor better access as she flicks her tongue across my clit at a steady pace. My breath quickens as she begins to suck on tiny nub sending pleasure coursing through my body. I try to push her away, it feels too good and I’m becoming overstimulated, but she beats me to it. Mor grabs my hands and pins them to my sides, lifting her head from my cunt, “My dear, you will sit here and let me do as I wish. I’ve thought of this moment for too long. Every female I’ve been with for the past fifty years I’ve imagined as you. I’ve wanted to fuck you for so long. Now I have you before me, begging for me, displayed for me. You will be a good girl and allow me to do as I want to you, understand? she says. I give her a hurried nod which seems to satisfy her, she brings her mouth back to her meal, stealing my breath away with every lick.
I can feel my high coming, my thighs tighten around Mor’s head which earns a low groan from her sending vibrations throughout my body. I don’t know how much longer I can last, I take a quick glance at Mor, and it sends me over the edge. The sight is sinful, her eyes watching me, her lips wrapped around my clit, the sound of her sucking, it is too much for me. My back arches.
“Mor” I scream, “ I think I’m going to”, I don't finish my sentence before she lets go of my hand and slips two fingers into me. Rubbing the spot that allows me to reach my climax. I cum hard, bucking my hips against Mor’s mouth while her fingers work their magic, chasing my high. Mor lets out a little giggle as she takes her mouth away from me while pulling her fingers out. She slips those fingers into her own mouth, seeming to savor the taste of me.
“I can’t tell what's better” she purrs, “You, or the wine”. I smile at her, I feel happy that she seems pleased with me. I always want her to be pleased with me. “Now my dear, it's my turn”. She says with a grin.
⟴
The aftermath of sex has us both panting. We managed to move our little party back to my bedroom, bathing room, then to my kitchen table. We now lay in each other's arms back on my couch. Both of us grinning ear to ear. I don’t know what is to come of this particular situation but I know in my heart, I will do whatever Mor says, be whoever she wants me to be. I’m deep in my thoughts about the events of tonight and everything that led up to this moment. I meet her eyes again, looking down at her nestled lovingly against my breasts. I want to be with her until the end of time. I want to be the one she thinks of when she is ruling over her court, and I want to be the one she kisses every morning.
“I love you, Mor,” I whisper. She looks up at me and there it is. Like a warm blanket wrapping around me, that smells of nothing else but Mor. The Mating Bond.
*WARNINGS- Age Gap, NSFW, angst, male teacher with underage female student, mentions of abuse, rough sex, degradation, underage sex, female orgasm, oral sex, unprotected sex, various kinks, body image issues, depression, mentions of self-harm.
I am awoken later in the day by soft kisses upon my forehead, when I open my eyes I see Severus looking down at me with gentle eyes. He smiles and places a kiss on my lips before standing up out of my sight. I try to sit up but my back spasms in protest causing me to let out a hiss of air. Severus is next to me again and he holds a bottle to my lips.
“It’s a muscle relaxer, it will help with the pain.” He says tilting the vile so I can drink. Once I have finished the bottle he helps me sit up slower than before until I am resting with my back against his pillows.
“Um, Morning?” I ask, trying to be funny but also wondering how long I was out for. I’m still tired but I feel the most rested I have been in a long time. He chuckles but hands me a cup of tea in my favorite mug, the one from the night before, I’m surprised he still has it.
“It is a bit later than morning, closer to evening.” He says patting my leg and motioning he wants to sit next to me, I scoot over noticing it hurts considerably less than a moment ago. When he is comfortable in the bed he wraps an arm over my shoulders to pull me close, I notice he has a mug of his own. I also realize I am still in the nude while he has a pair of sweatpants on, so I pull the blanket up to cover my chest. Severus chuckles.
“I saw plenty of you earlier, why are you so shy now pet?” His hand around me begins to run seductive circles over my shoulder, I curl into his side more, trying and failing to hide my blush. He tries to pull the blanket away from my chest with the hand on my shoulder but I hold the blanket tight somehow managing to not spill my tea.
“It’s cold, knock it off,” I tell him, waving away his teasing hand. He lets out a sigh but stops messing with me, I finally take a sip of my tea, it warms my whole body and eases the last reminder of pain. I let out a sigh of relief, closing my eyes to soak in the feeling of relaxing my body. When I open my eyes again I look at Severus, he is looking at me as well. “What?” I ask, and he smiles.
“Not many people are so relaxed in my presence. You look beautiful, Emma.” He kisses the top of my head as his arm squeezes me close to him. I swear I feel his chin tremble in my hair, but I dismiss it. It is probably my rat's nest of hair moving in protest to his kiss.
“Thank you, Severus, I find it hard to believe you since I know what I look like in the mornings, but thank you. It’s nice to be admired by you.” I place my hand over his and squeeze three times, an old habit my mom and I picked up somewhere to silently tell each other ‘I love you’. I realize what I just did and try to backtrack or distract from my unintended confession. “Um, so what time is it? You said it is close to the evening before, should we get dressed and go to dinner?”
Severus looks at me confused at my sudden change of topic and the growing heat on my face. I am mortified with embarrassment that I even subconsciously told the first man to make me feel like an adult that ‘I love him’. If he has any inkling to what I just did he will never think of me as an adult again, or someone who can hold his affection. It was a childish move.
“We could, if that is what you want to do. We would have to leave at different times so no one suspects we were spending the time together, not to mention some of your housemates would ask where you were last night. Are you ready for that?” He asks, I shrink down into the covers, no. No, I absolutely am not ready for all the questions. Cedric is going to be so mad that he hasn’t seen me in two days, especially after how I was treating him. I’m going to have to figure out a way to talk and apologize to him today or tomorrow. The more I think about leaving the dungeon the more my stomach flips, I really don’t want to see anyone from my house just yet. Let me bask in how nice it is to be with Severus just for a little while longer.
“What if we brew something?” I say. I am physically and emotionally drained but I know brewing potions always puts me in a better mood. We could work on an experimental potion I made over the summer. The thought of brewing has already changed my attitude, I sit back up pulling away from Severus to face him with my whole body. The covers fall and reveal my naked form but my mind is now racing with ideas for potions.
“Over the summer I messed up a Drought of living death and I think I may be on to something with it. It has stronger properties than the original but is still currently unstable to test on living subjects. You could help me, I can ask Moxxie to get my notes from my bedside table and you can take a look at them.” My mind is made up, I want to brew. I hand Severus my mug and climb over him to search for my clothes.
“Emma, hold on, where are you going?” Severus calls getting back out of bed, he quickly places the mugs on his nightstand so he can intercept my movements. He grabs my arm, and I am bouncing with excitement at showing my favorite person my latest passion project. Cedric never wants to listen to me rant about potions, he says I sound too much like Snape. I always take it as a compliment but since he and others feel similarly about me talking about potions I have dropped the habit and instead only share my passion when it involves herbology or some other topic I think would interest people.
“Come on, I really want to show you this. Have you seen my shirt?” I tell him, looking around the room for the yellow and black jersey. I don't see it anywhere, could it have slid underneath the furniture? I find my shorts and pull them on, but my breasts still hang and sway with my movements. I am about to drop to my knees and search under the couch when a large piece of cloth gets tossed at my head.
“Hey,” I protest, examining the item of clothing, it is not my shirt but it is something that will cover me. “What’s this for?” I ask Severus. He steps close to me and places his hands on my shoulders running his palms up and down my arms. Then he leans in close to nip at my ear when he speaks.
“Remember what I said this morning?” my whole body shivers. I do remember, he told me not to wear another man's clothes while I was with him. I hope he didn’t throw out Cedric's shirt but I do understand his reasoning. So now he is giving me one of his shirts to wear, something tells me Severus is going to be a very possessive person. We will probably have to talk about that, but right now I don't want to think about personal, or social stuff, I want to think about my potion. I toss on his shirt, pull him in for a quick kiss, and run out of his room to the potions study.
I hardly look much better than Severus does, he is still not supporting a shirt, while his shirt engulfs me. It is so long that it hangs well past my shorts. I take a moment to examine the shirt, now that it has caught more of my attention. It is a deep blue button-up that feels well-worn and taken care of.
“Did you seriously give me one of your muggle shirts?” I ask pulling the bottom hem just enough to expose my collarbone peaking out. He smirks at me while leaning against the door frame, his arms crossed. He shrugs. “Will you put a shirt on, I need to ask someone for help and it will be a lot easier to explain if we don't look like we just did what we did.” he grins and saunters up to me pulling me close by my waist.
“And what is it, Miss GingerRoot, that we did?” he asks in his professor's voice. Holly fuck did that just ignite something in me, I will definitely have to explore later. I push away from Severus and cross my arms in front of me until he spins and re-enters his chambers.
Now’s my chance.
“Moxxie, if there are any house elves nearby I would like to talk to him. Can you please get him for me?” I say to the room at large while rushing to the supply cupboard. I grab a cauldron and then start filling it with bottled ingredients; root of asphodel, Wormwood, Valerian root, a handful of Sopophorous Beans, and a pickled Sloth brain. All the ingredients for a normal draft of living death, but I also grab a handful of fanged geraniums and a small bottle of unicorn blood.
“What are you doing with all that?” Severus asks, now with an appropriate shirt on, just before Moxxie arrives from a hidden tunnel in the walls next to the fireplace.
“Moxxie,” I shout, placing the cauldron full of ingredients on a table and rushing to see my friend. He jumps up and accepts my hug, as I also spin him around, I feel like I haven't seen him in forever.
“Mistress Emma, you are feeling better. We are happy.” Moxxie says returning my hug, his small arms around my waist. I stop our spinning and put him down back on his feet. Once we have released each other I turn to Severus momentarily to explain.
“Sorry professor, I need the ingredients for the potion I would like to show you. I promise if you see my notes you will not be disappointed. Moxie, I don’t really want to talk to Cedric right now or see anyone from my house, or the rest of the school,” I shrink hearing myself and how pathetic I sound. “Could you grab my potions book, it will either be on my desk next to my bed or in my bag. Then, would you like to stay and help us brew?” Moxie nods at my request but then brings his hands close to his chest.
“Moxxie will not have to try the potion will he Mistress Emma?” he says. I shake my head violently and kneel to be more at his level.
“Absolutely not, this potion is still unstable and I would never ask you to be a test subject, you mean too much to me Moxxie,” I say, taking one of his hands and squeezing. He smiles up at me and then rushes back to the hidden hallway. I jump up, clapping my hands together and skipping back to the table. Severus stops me with a cold look on his face.
“Before we begin this highly dangerous experiment, you will tell me what you are dragging me into Emma. Don’t even think about setting up this potion. I need to know if it is safe to perform at Hogwarts.” I nod in understanding, he and I may have a different relationship now but he is still a teacher and has to think about the safety of the school and students.
“As I said, I was practicing brewing the draft of living death over the summer, I have my own lab in the basement of my aunt's house so I go there when I want to get away from everything.” I begin and start waving my hands around like I do when I get too excited about something. “I was angry at something my aunt said, I shouldn’t have been brewing such a dangerous potion in that state of mind, you always say brew with caution and I didn’t have any caution at that time. My measurements were sloppy and my stirring was, frankly chaotic, I added some fanged geraniums instead of Valerian root. When I noticed my mistake I tried to fix it without having to start all over and I created something different. When I gave it the leaf test the leaf dissolved and turned to smoke as it should but the smoke also reformed into the leaf sitting just above the surface of the liquid before it evaporated.” Severus looks at me confused, I nod my head at his reaction.
“That's what I thought, so I tried to recreate it and test it on something else. It took me most of the summer to create the potion again with the same reaction. I tried it on something living, a mouse that was caught in the kitchen. The same thing happened, I fed the potion to the mouse and instead of the mouse falling into a trance, smoke came out of its eyes and mouth and formed into the shape of the mouse above the body. When I gave the mouse the cure to a draft of death the smoke melted back into the mouse and it woke up.”
“That’s not possible,” Severus whispers. I nod my head in agreement, my hands between us palms facing up as I tell him my findings. Moxxie returns with a cheer.
“I has found it.” He runs up to us holding the book up to me. I take it thanking Moxxie then furiously search the pages until I get to my last entry about the mouse and show it to Severus. He takes my book and looks it over.
“Why the unicorn blood?” He asks after a thorough look at my research.
“The smoke will disappear after a while, if I try to give the cure then it doesn’t work. The mouse is dead. This makes me believe that the smoke is, well to put it plainly, the spirit. If the body can be brought back so can the spirit, but if the spirit leaves then the body dies. I’m hoping that the effects of unicorn blood, just half a drop will be enough to keep the spirit within the body for a longer period of time.” I explain walking to the table and pulling out the tiny vile of blood.
“Is Mistress Emma saying she has found a cure to death?” Moxxie asks, his eyes going wide. I shake my head.
“Absolutely not, I don’t know what I made. I could have just made a potion that makes a fancy smoke imitation of something”
“I highly doubt that,” Severus says, looking over my notes. “I see your reasoning for adding the unicorn blood now. Shall we get started?” He says bringing my notebook with him to the table, he helps me set up the workstation and we lose ourselves in the brewing process for a long time. Moxie is more than happy to be our runner going and getting anything we call out as fast as his short legs can carry him.
After a few hours of brewing, Severus and I have come to the same conclusion, this isn't working. We have time to make five potions, starting them all at the same time and making slight alterations before testing, at the testing stage we notice the same results over and over again. That's when we decided to call it a night and clean up. As we clean up there is an air of defeat hanging around the three of us. I try to break the silence with small talk.
“So, Moxxie, how have things in the castle been? Students and teachers are not keeping you too busy, I hope.” I say. Moxxie perks up excited to talk about work.
“Moxxie is happy when he is busy. The headmaster has all the house elves preparing for the big secret event. Moxxie is so excited.” He says bouncing in place. I stare at him confused.
“What big secret event?” I ask but Severus immediately clears his throat drawing both our attention.
“Students are not supposed to know about it yet, but since the cat is already out of the bag.”
“Don’t let Professor McGonigal hear you say that,” Severus smirks at me.
“The headmaster will be hosting a tournament, the Tri-Wizard Tournament, to be exact.” I gasp at the name, that tournament hasn't been held in over a hundred years because of how dangerous it is.
“Students die in that tournament, why would he want to host it again? Is he insane?” I ask knowing the answer to my question.
“It was actually the ministry that proposed to start the tournament up again as far as I know. Barty Croutch being the most vocal about his desire to restart the tournament.” Severus says picking up two of the cauldrons from the table and placing them in the sink to be washed. I scowl.
“Croutch, I’m really starting to not like the whole family,” I mumble but then quickly shake my head, I still have a few more questions.
“They have to have made changes to the tournament in order for it to be held again, do you have any idea what that might be?” I asked, picking up some of the empty ingredient Viles, we ended up using all of the unicorn blood. There wasn’t much, to begin with, but it still makes my stomach churn knowing how hard it is to get unicorn blood and how deadly it can be. A part of me also shudders at how expensive unicorn blood has to be, if a unicorn horn is the most expensive ingredient on the market, then their blood must be worth a fortune. I wonder if there is a herd or something nearby that would make experimenting cheaper. I’ll have to ask Hagrid later.
“An age restriction they have made now,” Moxie says excitedly. Planning such a big event must be a fun time for the house elves. Compared to their human counterparts, I'm getting anxious just thinking about planning such a big event. No, thank you.
“Age restriction, that makes sense. I know a few people won’t be happy with it though, mostly the Weasley Twins. Fred and George will do anything for attention.”
“How do you know the Weasleys So well?” Severus asks, his shoulders going stiff as he hesitates to wash the cauldrons. I step up next to him and place a hand on his arm, I feel his muscles flex under my palm.
“We have Herbology together. They are always trying to steal parts of the plants so they can work on their weird get-out-of-class project. They are actually really annoying when they do that, I just want them to leave the plants alone.” I delve into a short rant about taking care of magical plants and how they give you more benefits if you take what you need gently instead of snagging it whenever you get a chance. The entire time I talk Severus has a satisfied smirk.
“Uhg, anyway.” I shake myself, trying to get back on the topic of the tournament. “What's so great about this Tri-Wizard tournament anyway? Does anything fun happen? Fewer classes or maybe a party?” If everyone is at a party then I can have the whole library to myself and finally get the book about deadly plants and their contributions to potions from the restricted section. “Oh, Merlin, it would be so quiet for once.” I rest against the sink imagining the day something too spectacular could happen.
“Moxxie would bring Mistress Emma her favorite tea while she relaxes.” Moxie jumps over to us clapping his hands. I leaned down enough to cup his cheek.
“You are a treasure Moxxie,” I coo, causing the elf to blush.
“And what of me?” Severus asks, turning to face me, his hip leaning against to sink and his arm crossed as he scowles down at me. I’m starting to get the hint that Severus is a very jealous person.
“Moxxie could you please close your eyes,” I say, still staring at Severus. I don't have to check to see if he obeyed, I know he did because I asked him to. So with Moxxie closing his eyes I lean up and wrap my hands around Severuse's neck, pulling him down so I can kiss him. His hands immediately go for my hips and pull me even closer, his nails digging into my skin.
“You are the only man I will allow into my bed, my legs spread and ready for you to claim what is yours. I want to moan nothing but your name as you rip orgasm after orgasm from my body,” I whisper into his ear soft enough that Moxxie can't hear, my teeth scraping against his skin whenever I get the chance. He thrust his hips to meet mine and I can feel the excitement I just gave him.
“Mine,” he growls, trying to thrust his hips against mine again but I pull away.
“We still have company.” I pull completely away from Severus and readjust his shirt before tapping Moxxie on the shoulder. “You’re good Moxxie, thank you.”
“With pleasure Mistress Emma,” Moxxie beams. “So about those fun activities, is anything other than the tournament planned? Will there be a Quidditch tournament between all the schools? Cedric and Harry would go ballistic for that.” I shake my head just imagining the child-like glee they both would feel. Severus snorts. I turn from the table again to stare at him.
“Quidich will most likely be canceled.” He says. I stare at him, mouth agape. They can't do that. I tell Severus and Moxxie this and they both look at me with equally shocked expressions. Apparently, my dislike of quidditch is not a well-kept secret.
“Quidditch matches are the only time the library is almost quiet since everyone is out on the field watching the games. Madam Pince is practically an angel when there are so few students in the library, she is actually really nice if you take care of the books.” I turn to lean my upper body on the table as I sigh. “Also the greenhouses will be full of people more then. With nothing to distract them, students will want to poke fun at the plants or be dumbasses like Fred and George and try to steal parts for ingredients.” Moxxie chuckles at me. I whip my head around to glare at the elf.
“Mistress is a Hufflepuff indeed. Thinking about the poor Librarian and the plants of the greenhouses.” He says covering his laugh with his hands, now Severus chuckles.
“Selfless and loyal to a fault, I would say,” Severus adds. I stick out my tongue and turn my back to the two laughing men. I look around the room happy to have had this time to escape from the horror that is my reality but as I look at the tables set for classes the next day I have to make the call.
“I should head to my dorm, it’s getting late and I have classes tomorrow.” I wrap my arms around myself to hide my embarrassment at leaving. Moxxie looks sad but understands that we both have work to return to.
“Thank you, mistress Emma, for allowing Moxxie to spend time with you. We’ve had fun.” He reaches to me and I give him my hand to shake. We both say our goodbyes then he heads to the secret passage around the firepit. He disappears from the room, and as I start to feel cold from his absence Severus walks up behind me and pulls me against his body. I sigh and sink into him dreading what is to come.
“Stay for a bit longer,” he says, pulling me so close I can still feel how excited I made him earlier. I’m surprised he can keep a tent for so long without it being noticeable or distracting
“I can’t.” I say “If I stay, I won't leave. If you hold me and kiss me, I won’t ever be able to leave your arms. I’m sorry but I need to go.” I turn my head to look up at him, I feel like he will kiss my lips and make me stay. Part of me wants him to make me stay so I never have to be terrified and alone again, but a larger part of me knows I need to go back to my reality. Severus leans down and places a kiss on my forehead, soft and gentle like the kiss he gave me that morning.
“Get back safe, I will see you tomorrow.” He says then lets me go. I turn from him and make my way to the door. “Emma,” Severus calls me back, I hesitate in turning around but when I feel him close to me again I turn to see him holding out his teacher's robe to be me again. I take the robe and wrap it around myself, immediately the scent envelops me. My nerves vanish and my fear diminishes, it won't ever leave me, not even with Severus next to me, but with him I am able to handle my anxiety.
“Thanks,” I say before walking backward through the door. The door shuts separating us and I am finally able to pull myself away and head to my dorm, my head down. It is late at night, everyone is either asleep in the common room or in their beds. I rush through the common room and head straight for my bed in the girl's dorm. When I am under the covers I curl into a ball still wrapped in Severus's clothes, except finding sleep is much more challenging without his warmth next to me. Instead, the cold of the blankets seep into my body and I have to fight the nightmares.
I imagine Severus next to me, his arms wrapped tight around me and his breath grazing my neck. With the thought of him in my head I am able to find some semblance of sleep.
*WARNINGS- Age Gap, NSFW, angst, male teacher with underage female student, mentions of abuse, rough sex, degradation, underage sex, female orgasm, oral sex, unprotected sex, various kinks, body image issues, depression, mentions of self-harm.
Severus continues to hold me until I stop shaking, when it seems like I can function like a semi-normal human being again he walks me into his private chambers and immediately into the bathroom. “Get cleaned, I will have a house elf fetch you a spare set of clothes. Take your time Emma, everything will be waiting for you when you are ready.” He says then leaves me. I strip off all my clothes and put them in the sink. The tear in my dress is staring up at me as if it is taunting me, I whisper the fire spell and let the clothes burn to ash. I leave the remains in the sink and jump into the steaming water. The heat burns against my sensitive skin, I take a wash rag and scrub away the feeling of another man's hands on me. I am red and raw when I finally exit the shower. I don’t see a new set of clothes so I wrap a towel around myself and peek my head out into the room. Severus is there talking with Moxxie.
“And how is it you know Miss Gingerroot's favorite tea?” Severus asks, he sounds skeptical. Moxie just looks up to him with a genuine smile on his face.
“Mistress Emma and Moxxie are friends,” Moxxie says with all the confidence in the world. “Moxxie must go now, he has other tasks that must be done, please tell Mistress Emma that we’s hope she feels better.” With that, he snaps his fingers and is gone. Severus shakes his head and turns with my spare clothes and a cup of tea. He notices me peeking out of his bathroom in just a towel and quickly schools his expression.
“Miss Gingerroot, you spare clothes and tea. As I’m sure you heard, Moxxie the house elf sends his best wishes.” He holds out my clothes, I take them and rush back into the bathroom to change. Moxxie is a dream, he brought me my favorite pair of pajama shorts and Cedric's old quidditch jersey. He gave it to me last year when we gave dating a try. I wasn’t in the best place and we ended things almost as soon as they started, but I got his jersey out of it. It is about two sizes too big for me but it is soft and brings me comfort which is all I care about at this time. I change only then realizing there isn’t any new underwear, which makes me wish I hadn’t just incinerated the pair I had been wearing. I put the shorts on anyway and take a look at myself in the mirror. I look like a wreck, my face is red and my bloodshot eyes only add to the effect. I look shorter than I am in Cedric's jersey, it hangs just barely past the shorts I wear. I contemplate tucking the front of the jersey into my shorts so they are visible but decide that it is too much work and meekly walk out of the bathroom. Severus hands me the cup of tea and I finally smile. Moxxie found my favorite mug. It is black and purple with the words ``Zombie Brew” scrawled on the side. Severus looks at the mug as I take a sip but he doesn’t say anything.
“How are you feeling?” he asks. I sigh, My skin is throbbing from all the scrubbing I did, but I am doing better than before.
“Not good, but better. Sorry about your sink.” I say not looking at him, his gaze burns into me.
“What happened to my sink?”
“I burned my clothes in it, so there are a few scorch marks. Sorry.” I told him. Severus sighs but doesn’t act angry.
“I wish you would have told me you wanted to get rid of them. I could have tossed them or thrown them in the pit if you were so adamant they would be burned, but it’s ok.” he motions me to his couch. “Please sit, I still have some cleaning to do before I can host detention tomorrow.” I sit, after everything I feel like I might have overreacted, and apologize again, my voice is so small and quiet I’m surprised he can even hear me. Severus stops and comes to kneel in front of me.
“Miss GingerRoot, you have nothing to apologize about. What happened was not and will never be your fault. You had every right to respond as you did, you would have had the right to act in any way you needed, I will never be angry at you for coping.” He holds a hand out, I let go of my mug and place one slightly warm hand in his. He squeezes my hand before letting go and standing to clean the classroom. I still feel a bit guilty, but his words have soothed me enough so it is not eating at me.
I finish my tea just before Severus re-enters his chambers. I have to ask him a question but I am worried about what he will think and say. The thought of being alone in a room full of people who don’t understand makes my heart race and my breath come out short. Severus places a new bottle of Peace in front of me, I look at him.
“It is not your recipe, but it will still help. Drink it and say what you want to say, if you need me just holler.” He says, then goes into his bathroom, probably to clean his sink and get ready for bed. I drink the potion and grimace, that does have just a terrible flavor. The brew starts working immediately, I am feeling calmer and sleep is trying to pull me under. When Severus returns I ask him.
“Can I stay here tonight?” I blurt out in a whisper. I’m embarrassed that I need an adult close to feel safe to sleep, it makes me feel like a small child when I had a nightmare and ran to my mom's room. Severus is silent but he doesn’t stop moving around the room, he goes into a linen closet and pulls out a set of pillows and a blanket.
“Even if you had wanted to return to your dorm I would have insisted you stay, I do not feel comfortable with you alone tonight. You may have the couch, if you do not like it I can adjust it to be more comfortable but it would not be appropriate to have a student sleep in my bed. No matter how scared they may be or how worried I may be for them.” He hands me the blanket and pillows. “Have a good night Miss Gingerroot.”
“What happened to calling me Emma?” I ask taking the things he hands me.
“I didn’t want to assume you would be alright with me calling you by your name when that man,” He pauses as he clutches his hands into fists.
“He called me ‘Emmera’, my aunt calls me that. I don’t mind if you want to call me Emma, I would prefer it.” I cover my blush with the pillows. He clears his throat.
“Alright, sleep well Emma,” he says and waves his wand to extinguish the lights in the room.
“Goodnight, Professor Snape,” I say and set up the couch for me to sleep. I don’t sleep for long, at least it doesn’t feel long. I dream of Alfred, his hands are on me again but he isn’t the only one, other men are there. They grab me and pull me in every direction, I tell them to stop, and I shout at them. More hands touch me, I can’t pull away, and I start to call for help. Anyone, someone please help me. I hear Alfred's laugh as his hands travel up and down my body, I scream for him to stop and for anyone to come save me. I am pulled from my nightmare by a stern voice and hands shaking me. I open my eyes but all I can see is Alfred, my arms fling out wildly trying to get as far away from him as I can. He grabs my hands before I can hit him but instead of Alfred's voice, I hear Severus. He is calling my name and telling me to wake up. I stop fighting long enough for the vision of Alfred to vanish and Severus is kneeling next to the couch, he grips my wrists but lets go as soon as I stop trying to hit him.
I thought I was done crying, I was wrong. I curl into a ball on the couch and cry into my arms. A weight settles on the couch next to me, I fling myself into Severus’s side and he slowly wraps an arm around me. He lets me cry. I am so tired of crying.
“Hush now, love, it’s okay. He can’t get you, you are safe.” Severus whispers calming and reassuring words as I come down from my panic. I shake in his arms, my whole body shivers as if I am in the Arctic. I can feel a few phantom hands on me, every time I feel them I jerk to get them off. I don’t know how long I shake and flinch in Severus’s arms but eventually, his familiar scent lulls me back to sleep. I don’t dream after that, not really. Memories fill my head as I sleep keeping the bad dreams away. Memories of sitting in the library with Cedric, Tamsin Applebee, and Patrick Bagby as I tutored them in Potions or Herbology. Spending hours in the greenhouses with bare hands repotting plants or watering the soil. Sitting in class listening to Severus explain potions and proper safety, remembering him walking around the room peering over students' shoulders, and checking their work. How he got so close to me one day I could smell Lacewing Flies on him. That memory is so strong the scent follows me into the waking world.
I am in a comfortable bed, it doesn’t feel like my bed at Hogwarts or my aunt's house, but it is comfortable and there is weight next to me. I turn to face the weight, it is a person, I must have crawled into bed with my mother again. The dream scared me so much I know but when I try to think about it I can’t recall what the nightmare had been about. I curl into my mother's side, she is snoring slightly but she puts an arm over my body and pulls me closer to her. I take a deep breath in and Smell Lacewing Flies and Wolfsbane before I drift back to sleep.
When I wake again I am not on the couch like I remember, instead, I am in a queen-sized bed with black curtains around the banister and dark blue satin sheets. I look around the room in confusion until it all comes rushing back to me. Yesterday. Yesterday had been one of the worst days of my life, and I have had a lot of terrible days. I remember running to Severus, like a coward. I needed him there to stand up to my attacker, I should have never gone to Severus, not after everything. What was I thinking?
I remember crying a lot, then screaming and throwing things, and then even more crying. I remember my reaction to the dress I wore and how I burned it in the bathroom sink, Severus's bathroom sink.
“Dear, Merlin,” I mumble to myself trying to skip past all the embarrassing parts and remember how I ended up in this bed. I remember going to sleep on Severus's couch, I remember having a bad dream and him comforting me and something else. There is something else I can just barely remember, a memory still but a much farther distant one. I collapse back onto the bed stretching out until I take up over half the mattress. I shiver from the lack of heat in the dungeons, I wrap the black and blue comforter over my body and curl into a ball on my side. I remember curling up next to my mother when I was younger, sneaking from my warm, haunted room to her cool comforting embrace. Her hands were always cold, and mine were always too warm, while I would sweat and complain about how hot everything was she would glide over to my side and kiss my forehead passing some of her chill to me.
I remember curling into something last night, finding a cool weight next to me in bed, and thinking it was my mother. I sit up out of the covers and take a proper look around the room, I am in Professor Snape's private quarters. I must have crawled into his bed last night when I was remembering my mother. I clung to him as I cried all evening and then when he was going to get rest by being far away from me I still managed to cling to him in my sleep. He even commented how inappropriate it would be to have a student in his bed, and I blatantly crossed that line.
“Oh, shit,” I whisper, hoping Severus isn't still around and that I can slip away back to the Hufflepuff Dorm without being noticed.
“Language,” Is the solo response I get from the connected potions room. My whole body stiffens and locks up. I don’t move and I hardly breathe, I hope that he is talking to someone else and I can sneak away unnoticed or at least without a confrontation.
“Come out dear girl, there is breakfast and coffee.” A second voice says welcoming me to my inevitable expulsion from Hogwarts. Still stiff and slow I crawl out of the covers and walk into the adjoining potions room. Only now do I realize how inappropriate I must look, in a pair of baggy shorts and an oversized jersey that covers those shorts almost completely. I enter Professor Snape's private potions room, he uses it for special classes or advanced studies, mostly though it is where he brews a lot of his own potions. In this room, Professor Snape sits behind his desk, hands folded in front of his face as he rests his elbows on the desk. Professor Dumbledore however is standing next to the desk on the far side from where I currently stand. “Sit down Miss Gingerroot. Severus told me everything.”
My eyes zero in on Severus, I can't help but feel an overwhelming betrayal. I never asked him to keep everything a secret, he even said he would help me but yet, I feel betrayed. I never want anyone to see me like that ever again, the fact that it happened last night is embarrassing. If Professor Dumbledore knows well then the whole wizarding world knows. The Daily Prophet will get a hold of the news and run my name through the mud. Not only did I unwillingly mingle with a member of the Croutch family I immediately jumped into bed with a Hogwarts professor. I don't even know what I want to do for a career but I do know that I will never get that job now. Everything is a mess, this never would have happened if I had stood up to my aunt, never. If I had told her years ago that I would not be her toy then maybe I would be a happier student, a better friend, a successful witch ready to start something in her life.
“No,” My voice is shaky and hoarse, “I would like to stand for this if that is alright.” I don’t look at the two adults staring at me.
“What do you mean?” Severus asks, straightening in his seat to get a better look at my hunched figure.
“My expulsion,” I say ready for them both to remember why they are here and my actions from yesterday and over the summer. If Severus told Dumbledor everything then he must have told him about our… What do you even call what we did? We made out and there was some light groping, that doesn’t count as a hook-up, does it? Not to mention I just walked out of my professor's private chambers in my pajamas having just spent the night in his bed, with him. Merlin, what am I going to do?
“Oh, child, you are not being expelled.” Professor Dumbledore says. I jerk my head up to look at him. “You were assaulted and you went to a teacher for help. That is exactly what you should have done, the destruction of school property is only what can be expected from someone in your situation.” He says stepping closer to me, he reaches his hand up slowly but I flinch away and he immediately drops his hand. “I have alerted the ministry as to the events of yesterday and the living situation you are in. I am positive they will be able to work something out so you will not have to return to your aunt's care over the summer. We have also alerted all the staff that she is no longer welcome on the grounds under any circumstances. You will not have to deal with her ever again if you don’t want to. You are safe at Hogwarts.”
Dumbfounded, I am unable to keep my legs standing so I walk past my headmaster and plop down into the waiting seat. Severus passes me a calming drought and I down it in one giant gulp. The effects start immediately and I can process the words said to me. “I never have to see her again?” I whisper still not fully believing the amazing news.
“Never,” Severus says. I want to cry, but I can’t, I am all teared out.
“I will leave you two alone, Severus can answer any questions you may have. I wish you luck, Miss GingerRoot.” Dumbledore gives a small bow and then leaves the room shutting the door behind him. I look at Severus, he looks at me.
“So, you didn’t tell him everything,” I say. It has been worrying me since Dumbledore first spoke. Severus looks guilty for his part.
“No, you said we should forget it,”
“I don’t want to forget.” I interrupted him. My blush covers a good half of my face. He continues to look at me, now he is both shocked and confused. I owe it to him to tell him the truth, after everything he has done for me. “I don’t want to forget,” I say again.
“I- um, I have had this massive crush on you for almost two years now. I thought my attraction to you was because you were my favorite teacher who taught my favorite class, but it’s not. It’s more. When I saw you at the party, even though I voiced otherwise I hoped you were invited. If you were interested in me, then I could convince my aunt to betroth me to you. I know how crazy that plan was now, I mostly just wanted out and to see if you liked me the way I like you.” I mumble but he can hear me clearly since there is no other sound in the castle except for the light crackling of the fire.
“You know how I feel about you.” He says, but I slam my fist on the table.
“I don’t,” I shout, “We were both drunk and I was not exactly dressed modestly. You could have been acting that way because it was the situation we were in. I let my desire control me and I have no idea what was controlling you, but I can make a few good guesses.” I glare at him, my eyes sting with the tears they can’t shed. “I took advantage of you, I’m just as Slu-”
It is Severus’s turn to slam his hands on the table as he abruptly stands and walks around the table. His hands are in fists and shaking as they approach me. I cower away from him but he grabs my hands and pulls me to my feet, he places his hands on my shoulders and shakes me slightly. “Never, I mean Never, call yourself that. Never think you took advantage of me because I am not as innocent as you want to think. I had to use every ounce of control I had to not kiss and have you on that couch as soon as you sat next to me.” My eyes meet his and I can see the heat behind his eyes. “I have desired you too. If not for what just happened to you, I would gladly take you back to my bed and show you how much I desire you. Teacher- Student relationship be damned.” He says as his hands slip from my shoulders to hold my hands.
“Please do,” I gasp out, finally finding my breath after his declaration. He brings my hands to his face and kisses my palms.
“Think about what you are asking, You are still a minor and you had a traumatic experience yesterday. Are you still sure?” He asks as he is almost vibrating with anticipation.
“I will turn 17 in three weeks, and I was molested by a creep. I feel the safest I have ever been with you.” Then I say the one thing I believe will convince him. “I can still feel his hands on me. Please make me forget them. Please.” I beg and that puts him over the edge. He pulls me by my hands towards his bedroom and closes the door behind us. Once the door is shut he spins and pulls me into a deep kiss, his tongue tangling with mine immediately as we both breathe deeply. His hands are on my back and mine wrap around his neck to tangle with his long hair, he lets out that low satisfying growl.
“Mine,” He growled, reaching for the hem of my shirt and tearing it up and off my form. His movements were so fast I barely had time to protest. “Never wear something of another man while you are mine.” He says and attacks my breasts with his mouth. He harshly sucks on them and pinches my nipples between his fingers making me arch my back. I start to tear at his cloak and shirt while he walks us to the bed, I have him almost bare-chested when he drops me onto the soft mattress and finishes taking his shirt off. I have a moment to admire his chest, long but toned, with not an abundance of muscle but enough to lift me off my feet without any issue. Then he is back to suckling on my breasts, he latches onto one nipple while he ruffly plays and massages the other.
He pinches my nipple and I have to hold back my moan, I cover my mouth with one hand while the other bunches in the sheets underneath me. He detaches from my breast and glares at me, I want to cover myself believing I have done something wrong but he grabs both my wrists and pins them above my head. “I want to hear you scream my name.” He demands. I wiggle trying to relieve some of the pressure that has built up in his display of dominance.
“Someone will hear,” I say, looking at the closed door. He waves his hand at the door and walls around us, then slaps my tender breast, the one he had been sucking on. I yelp in pain and pleasure as the shock electrifies my lower region in a way I have never felt before.
“There we go, no one but me will hear your sounds.” He goes back to sucking my breasts, his free hand massaging the one his mouth can't attend to as he still holds my hands above us. I let out a quiet moan, still not able to let myself believe just yet. He growls over my chest making it vibrate, he lets go of my nipple in his mouth to kiss the sides. Letting go of my hands to play with my nipples he gives a soft nip of my skin then licks and sucks the mark, replacing the stinging with a dull throb. When he is satisfied he works his way down my chest and stomach, his fingers dragging on my skin leaving red claw marks covering my torso until he gets to the waistband of my shorts.
I watch him as he pulls my shorts down and sees the lack of panties, he stares for a moment before meeting my eyes. He looks like a man who has discovered the greatest treasure in the whole world.
“If I had known this was what was waiting for me, I may have just taken you when you came to my bed.” He grins, continuing to pull my shorts down without breaking eye contact then tosses them somewhere behind him. He ends up between my knees. Instead of racing back up my legs to where he wants to be, he takes his time and peppers kisses along my thighs. I look to the side, unable to watch this man look at me the way he is. He bites my inner thigh and I jolt looking down at him again, his cheek is rubbing against my skin and his hands are caressing my legs so gently. If I try to look away he bites me again causing me to jolt and look at him. He wants me to watch him, wants me to watch as this man worships my body in a way I never could have imagined.
He reaches his destination but pauses just looking at my most vulnerable spot, He takes in a long breath and then lets it out in a sigh. My legs tremble from the heat of his breath.
“Why so eager?” He asks looking back up at me. I cover my face as the embarrassment blooms across my cheeks.
“Your breath, I can feel it on my,” I trail off, not able to say the words. Oh, Merlin, I must seem like such a child to him. He groans then continues to take deep breaths and let them out in hot sighs causing my legs to tremble more. I want to tell him to stop teasing me when I feel his wet hot tongue glide up my folds and press harshly against my clit. My moan is loud, too loud. I try to control my volume again but his tongue presses against my clit once more and all thoughts of controlling my voice die with the sensations that spread through my body.
I clench my hands in his hair pulling him closer to me as he enjoys the scent and taste of me. I don’t know what he is doing, all I know is that I never knew pleasure like this existed until now. I feel a tightening in my stomach, this feeling is familiar.
“Sev, oh gods,” I moan as he pushes one finger inside me and begins to thrust it in and out hitting a spot that makes my vision blur. “Severus, I’m going to,” He hits that same spot again and my words are drowned by my moan. Stars begin to dance in my vision as my relief reaches its peak. He thrusts a second finger into me and I hit my climax. I cum on his fingers, and his tongue works to catch everything I let out.
He doesn’t stop moving his fingers as I come down from my high, but he does come up to kiss me deeply. This must be what I taste like, it is strange to be tasting myself but not unpleasant.
“Green means you want to continue, Yellow means you want me to slow down, and red means I need to stop. Where are you at?” He asks, my mind is hazy but I understand his primary message.
“Green,” I whisper. He pulls his fingers out and I whine at the loss of his touch completely. I sit up in bed but stop the protest on my lips when I see him undressing the rest of the way. He pulls his trousers and briefs off in a single motion then tosses them to the side like he did all the other garments. I see him in his entirety and my fantasies were not even close, he is so much bigger than I imagined.
“You have thought about this then?” he asks with a smug grin. I realize I said the last part out loud, too embarrassed to speak. I just nod. He moves close and spreads my legs wider for him to stand comfortably between them, then leans in close his breath on my ear. “Tell me your fantasies.” I shiver. He pushes me back down and begins lubing up his cock in my excitement, his firm body holding me in place and my head trapped between his arms.
I take one of his hands and place it slowly over my neck, he looks surprised at first but then grins. His fingers wrap around my neck cutting off my airflow, not enough to hurt but enough so that breathing is difficult. “Green?” he asks, using his free hand to position himself. I nod and he slides his cock into me slowly, agonizingly slowly, but I am grateful. I have never taken a cock this large before so his slow descent into my cunt is filled more with pleasure rather than pain. Once he has buried himself as far as he can he takes a moment to adjust to my tightness, I can feel my inner walls squeezing against him.
There is so much heat, every inch of me feels hot and sweaty and my strained breathing comes out in gasps. He begins a slow and shallow thrusting, my hands that had been clenching the sheets wrap around him to steady myself against his movement. He doesn’t stay slow for long. Soon, he speeds up causing me to rake my fingers across his back, his moans combine with my increasing volume.
I can feel everything about him. He is so tight inside me, I can feel the large vein under his cock as it rubs against a spot that has me babbling. His tip hits deep within to places I didn’t know were possible to reach, every time his tip hits that spot it sends a wave of relief and pain. As if he was massaging a knot in my core. So many sensations overwhelm me, pain and pleasure mixed with the sounds around us. His moans and my cries create an erotic playlist as he hurriedly moves inside me. I can feel the heat building in my stomach again, my walls constrict around him causing Severus to groan. I can’t help it and pull myself up to swallow his groan. He forces me back on the bed with his hand around my throat but he follows never breaking the kiss.
“H-harder.” I gasp removing a hand from his back to the hand he has on my neck. I want him to squeeze harder and I want him to pound into my cunt.
“I’m close,” He whispers against my lips. I nod telling him I'm close too, he just needs to send me over that hill. He releases my neck long enough to grab my legs and push them forward. With my knees near my head and my feet up in the air, I struggle at first. If I look down at the point where we connect I am blocked by my stomach and the rolls that form. Severus follows my gaze, he sees the rolls of fat too, I must look gross.
"All this, just for me," He says instead, running his hand along the skin of my calf and kissing the inside of my leg. I want to cry from all the new feelings and sensations cracking through me. Sevrus cups my cheek holding me steady before slipping his hand down to wrap around my neck again. His grip tightens and I feel him start to thrust again.
He slows his speed but makes up for it by hitting that spot deep within me every time. I want him even closer, I wrap my legs around his neck. The slight change in our position allows him to hit a new place, and the weight of him on top of me pushes my walls. His cock begins to rub against my G-spot. I have felt this pleasure once before and only for a moment, I need him to know how good it feels.
“Yes, R-right there. Right there.” My eyes roll back into my skull, my fingers scrape against his skin leaving red lines. His grip on my throat tightens and his growling becomes primal grunts.
"Sev-rus," I say, gasping every time he dots my vision with the amount of stimulation. The sounds of our bodies slapping together mix into our erotic playlist of grunts, moans, and cries of each other's names.
“Cum for me, Emma,” he whispers against my ear, that is the last bit I needed to hit my peek. I scream his name as my vision goes white and my body trembles, my walls tighten around him as he continues to thrust deep, and my fingers dig deeper into his skin causing droplets of blood to form. “Fuck,” Severus curses as he feels me clench around his cock.
I come down from my high, but my body is still trembling from the force of my orgasm. Severus pulls out letting my legs fall to his sides. He starts to pump his cock with his free hand, he hasn’t cum yet. I tap the hand he still has around my throat, it’s starting to hurt now and I need to be able to move for what I have in mind. He releases me allowing me to sit up and slide off the bed as he stands. His face looks pained from holding back his own release.
I place one hand on his cock following his movements running up and down the length. He looks down at me seeing me ready to help him hit his peek just like he did for me. He removes his hand but still needs something to hold onto so he leans over me to prop himself up on the bed. I pick up speed moving quickly up and down, rubbing my thumb over the tip.
“Color?” I ask, hoping he will be willing.
“G-green,” He growls. I wrap my lips around his head and slowly take him deep into my mouth. He grabs the back of my head forcing me to take him all, instinctively I relax my throat and take slow breaths through my nose. I run my tongue along the vein at the bottom of his cock moving it the way I have learned always causes a quick finish. I want to savor him but I also don’t want him to wait too long and be in more pain. I bob on his cock sucking all my arousal from his shaft, he moans from my quick movements. Soon I can feel him start to pulse signaling how close he is. I take him all the way in my mouth feeling his head hit the back of my throat, I swallow on his head.
“Emma,” He moans as he cums down my throat, I swallow everything until he has fully released himself. He pulls out of my mouth and I let him go with a pop at his tip. We both stay where we are just looking at each other and panting from exhaustion. “How do you feel?” He asks, extending a hand to help me up. I try to pull myself up but my legs are out of commission.
“I can’t get up,” I tell him, he chuckles but bends and picks me up bridal style. I wrap my arms around his neck and tuck my head under his chin, it feels so nice being in his arms. He places me on the bed laying me so my head rests against his pillows then climbs into bed with me. I curl into his side and breathe in his scent, that calm feeling washes over me again like I just took a dozen bottles of Peace.
“That was amazing,” I whisper, “But I like this part the most.” He slings an arm over me and begins to rub soothing circles on my back, I tuck one of my legs between his effectively tangling us together.
“You did so well,” He whispers into my hair. After all the noise the two of us just made, it feels wrong to disrupt the silence that follows. Yet, Severus continues to whisper praise into my hair, his voice so gentle and soothing. I try to fight the exhaustion but after not sleeping well last week it takes me to the place of dreams as I listen to Severus’s loving words.
Calanmai is fast approaching and the entire female staff of the Spring court is buzzing with excitement. Well, almost all. Alis has been monitoring the food preparations for the upcoming festivity, her temper is beginning to run high. Tamlin refuses to tell me what Calanmai means or what happens during the event but Lucien has been making more lewd comments towards Tamlin. Lucien seems to want me to attend this event whereas Tamlin is adamant about me staying in the house. Lucien and I are taking our usual ride in the forest, pretending to be hunting.
“Bunny, have you thought of what you’ll be wearing to Calanmai?” a grin spreads across Lucien’s face.
“Tamlin told me to stay out of the festivities” I tried to copy Tamlin’s tone of voice when he told me, “It isn’t the place for a human female.”
Lucien laughs at my attempt to mock the high lord. “That's because he knows what he will do if he catches your scent. I know what I would do to you if it were me performing Calanmai.”
Lucien and his cauldron damned remarks. Bastard.
He does make me wonder if maybe I should disobey Tamlin’s command. The females cannot stop their gossip about how exciting last year was.
I must admit, I’m interested.
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I’ve picked up the habit of eavesdropping on the household staff and I’ve become pretty skilled. Their fae hearing seems to miss my careful footsteps these past couple of days. That or they don’t seem to care. I’ve learned my place among the high and lesser fae. As a human, they don’t care about things I could overhear. Odelia is my favorite staff member to eavesdrop on, she never quite knows when to keep her mouth closed and she is the most nosey as well, always wanting to know and share information.
“Who do you think Tamlin will choose this year for Calanmai? I must admit, I never knew what kind of lover he was until I saw him ravish Genesta last year. She was giggling like a youngling and wouldn’t shut up about it for ages”. The other ladies giggle.
What does she mean lover?
Divva gives Odelia a light smack on the shoulder, “You know Tamlin would never fuck you, stupid”.
Fuck her?
Odelia gives an obnoxious smile to Divva, “It doesn’t mean I can’t fantasize about it. Seeing him inhale that smoke” she purrs, “watching the animal that lies beneath his skin come to life, it's thrilling”.
I start to feel a little uncomfortable listening to these two. It seems too intimate to think about Tamlin this way. Of course, he is handsome, especially with that mask. I shouldn’t think of him as anyone else besides my captor, I shouldn’t. However, in my dreams I do. I dream of having his hands in my hair, his lips on my skin, body against mine. The worst part is, that I dream of what he would look like as I’m displayed underneath him.
“Are you alright? You smell… enticing”
I jump back a bit from my spying. “Lucien” I stammer “ what happens during Calanmai?”
“ Bunny” He chuckles. “I was wondering when you were going to ask me that.” He puts his arm around my waist, leading me away from my eavesdropping. My breath quickens as I feel the heat of his body against mine. “Calanmai or Fire Night is a magical celebration, the crops depend upon the magic in the Great Rite on Fire Night. Each High Lord must perform the Great Rite, which consists of allowing powerful magic to enter their bodies and seize control of them. Causing the High Lord to attempt to find the Maiden and claim her for the night to release magic that will spread through the lands and allow crops to grow until the next Calanmai. In this case, the high lord is Tamlin.” He smirks.
“Claims?” I ask.
“They have sex,” Lucien says flatly, my cheek burning red. “Maybe, my little bunny you should attend. After all, the spring court is your home and you should know of its traditions. I’ll take you as my guest” He finishes.
I can’t help but notice the way his eyes linger on my face. As his eyes make their way to my body, he licks his lips and smirks. I feel my insides turn and I don’t know if it's fear or excitement.
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Calanmai has finally come, the palace grounds are bursting with high fae both male and female. I’ve never seen such beautifully dressed people, rich fabrics of all different colors flowing. Back home, these clothes would have been able to buy a mansion or two. Lucien told Alis that I was to attend Calanmai as his guest and that I must be dressed accordingly. I’m dressed in a velvet green skirt that has a slit on the side and a sheer white shirt that hugs my curves and accentuates my chest. Flowers are placed in my hair and it's a wonder how they don’t fall out as I walk. Lucien is standing outside my room waiting. He is dressed similarly to me, velvet green pants.
Oh cauldron, he’s not wearing a shirt
I forget how to breathe.
He is beautiful to look at, his red hair, his body perfectly toned and full of muscle. A warrior.
He doesn’t speak to me, only grabs my hand and gives me a smirk. The trip to the spring court grounds is overwhelming. Bonfires are lit, thick smoke hangs in the air, music, and dancing. High fae are laughing, kissing, and touching. I grab Lucien’s hand a little tighter as I notice four high fae pleasuring each other, three males and one female. I look away in embarrassment.
“Come on Bunny? Aren't you tempted to watch?” Lucien asks, he has an animalistic smile across his face like he is hungry. Like he is hunting.
I can’t form a coherent response.
Fuck, I might be.
I’m about to face the group of high fae when I see him.
“Tamlin?” I gasp, my voice so quiet only Lucien can hear.
Cauldron, he is beautiful. Completely bare for the mother above to see, a god. I can't help the heat that rises to my face as I try to look away. Lucien's hand grabs my face, making me turn my head, another hand holds me close to his body as he whispers. “Look, look at your high lord of the Spring court”.
Heat begins to rise elsewhere. I feel Lucien’s breath on the shell of my ear and it draws my attention back to the high fae before me.
Tamlin draws in a deep breath and lets out a loud sign. “I can smell her, bring her to me.”
Can he smell me?
Lucien begins to move in Tamlin’s direction, walking me forward, his hand on my waist. I would have turned around and gone back to the palace if it wasn’t for the way Tamlin is looking at me. The way Lucien is looking at me. Hungry. Lucien places me in front of Tamlin, his hands on my shoulders, holding me in place.
I have nowhere to go, nowhere to turn, everyone is watching.
The music seems to stop, the high fae now all have their eyes on Tamlin.
On me.
“Your high lord has chosen his maiden, it is time for the celebration to begin.”
At once the high fae begin to cheer, some kiss, and some of the female high fae give me glares of pure jealousy. Their attention finally begins to dwindle away, absorbed in their own lust once again.
Tamlin comes closer to me, his lips brushing my neck. I can’t help the small squeak that I make. “How would you like us? Rumor has it that human females like it rough, that they like to limp home, that they want to cry with pleasure.” He growls.
Us?
Lucien starts to caress my backside as he whispers “Or would you like us to be gentle?”
The two of them?
I want to back away and tell Tamlin to pick another. Lucien seems to sense my thoughts as he turns me around to face him.
“Little bunny, you’re not going anywhere”
He kisses me. Slow and deep, full of desire. His tongue teases my bottom lip. I can’t help but open my mouth to let his tongue in. My body betrays me, no matter how much I want to walk away, I can’t. Not with two perfect males before me. Their excitement showing.
Lucien is the distraction.
I nearly forget about Tamlin before I feel his hands cup the back of my thighs, he lets out a low groan.
“How does she taste?”
Lucien never leaves my lips, only lets out a low sigh of pleasure that makes Tamlin laugh, and my cheeks flush. Tamlin continues on my thighs, rubbing little circles, closer and closer to my pussy. Heat begins to spread through my body as he finds my clit. I arch my back and let out a small whimper. Low enough that no human could hear, but these are fae males and they hear everything.
“Fuck, she’s eager”
“And who do you think for, My Lord? You or me?”
“ Who do you want, Bunny?” Growels Tamlin.
Both, please let me have both.
I can only give a small nod that makes both the males smile. Their work begins.
Tamlin lets a claw slide from underneath his knuckles and shreds my clothes while Lucien begins to take his pants off. I can't look away from either of them. Both of their cocks are hard, dripping with anticipation.
Dripping for me.
Lucien moves first, his hands on my breasts, kissing my neck lower and lower until he puts my nipple in his mouth and sucks hard. I’ve never felt this pleasure before, I grip his hair and let out a small moan that makes Lucien smile against my chest.
Tamlin moves next, his fingers rubbing my clit before he slips them inside me. “Oh, fuck” Tamlin groans, “She’s tight.” He presses his fingers against a bundle of nerves, moving at a speed that I could never achieve, nor any mortal man. Tamlin places his lips on my neck, making my back arch more into him. Biting my neck, showing that I have been claimed for the night. He pulls his fingers out and I feel my walls close around the emptiness. Before I can tell Tamlin to keep going, that I want it, that I like it, he slips his cock in.
Fuck he’s big.
The feeling is surreal, Tamlin is able to reach everything, and he begins thrusting into me at a slow pace. It makes my head dizzy, I need him to move faster, to go harder. I must have done something to let Tamlin know what I want. Maybe it's the way I wiggle my body to try and get him to speed up.
“Bunny, are you impatient? I heard human females have needy cunts.” Lucien murmurs, still giving my breasts the attention they crave. Tamlin seems to understand Lucian's hidden message. He grips my hips pushing my chest forward. I need stability now that I’m bent over completely for Tamlin. I grasp around for anything before my hands land on Lucien. Tamlin quickens his pace until I see stars. I rock my hips to the rhythm. Cauldron he’s big, I’m completely stretched for him as he hits a spot deep inside, over and over relentlessly.
“Bunny?’ purrs Lucien “I want to see your pretty lips around my cock”
How can I say no?
Between the movements of Tamlin, I grip Lucien’s cock, wrapping my mouth around him, running my tongue up and down the length before drawing my mouth up and bringing it back down. “Oh cauldron” he moans as he begins thrusting his hips to meet my mouth.
I don’t know how much longer the three of us can last. Tamlin pounding into me mercilessly, Lucien’s hand in my hair, guiding my head up and down. It's just a matter of time before one of us breaks first…..
I felt the pressure begin to build which causes my legs to shake.
I have to take my mouth away from Lucien to catch a breath. “Tamlin I-I’m close, please don’t stop.”
“Never Bunny.” Tamlin purrs as I wrap my lips back around Lucien. Tamlin starts playing with my clit again, rubbing hard and fast circles that cause my muscles to tense. Then I break. My climax pulsing through my body as Tamlin continues to fuck me through the high.
I feel Lucien twitch in my mouth. “I think I’m going to,” he doesn’t finish his sentence before he releases himself into my mouth.
That leaves Tamlin left to break, his strokes start to get sloppy, and he lets out an animalistic groan. I feel claws gently rake my back. Finally, he lets go. Not letting any drop of his release be spilled as he thrusts his cock all the way deep into me a final time.
All of us drip with sweat, and both of the males give a chuckle.
“You did well, Bunny,” says Lucien as Tamlin kisses the back of my neck.
“Next year,” Tamlin says, “I’ll make sure everyone has their eyes on you while we claim you over and over again.” He nips my neck gently before saying. “Next Calanmai, you’ll be begging for us.”
*WARNINGS- Age Gap, NSFW, angst, male teacher with underage female student, mentions of abuse, rough sex, degradation, underage sex, female orgasm, oral sex, unprotected sex, various kinks, body image issues, depression, mentions of self-harm.
The next few days are harsh, to say the least. Many students look, point, and whisper behind their hands when I pass them in the hallway or at my desk in classes. No one confronts me or asks me how I am holding up, they just gossip, and even Cedric is ignoring me. I have heard a few things the other students have said when they think I can't hear them. Most of the rumors are so unbelievable it's appalling that anyone believes them.
“I heard she is carrying Professor Snape's child.”
“They have been having an affair since her first year in Hogwarts.”
“Someone saw them going at it in a broom cupboard at the beginning of the year.”
Other rumors are too close to the truth for me to handle.
“Did you hear, they started something over the summer? She and Snape are together.”
“They have been snogging when no one is around. That has got to be what her extra tutoring lessons are.”
I have been getting the brunt of the torment from the other students, Professor Snape has been treated mostly the same. Some of the male students have become protective of the female students in his presence but no one has outright confronted him. I don’t have that kind of luxury, at least not today. The golden trio, as most of Hogwarts have come to call them, approach me one day while I am studying by the black lake.
“Is it true?” Harry Potter demands when he is close enough. I close my book and just stare quizzically up at him.
“Is what true, Harry? I’m afraid you will have to be more specific.” I have grown to know the golden trio thanks to our mutual friendship with Dobby the house elf. Dobby practically worships the ground Harry walks on and because I spent a lot of time in the kitchens last year Dobby became a second follower to me just like Moxxie. They have come to me now and then when they need help with something, sometimes we just study together. It has been nice, they are a good bunch of students and they are significantly better than the other students from their year I have met.
“That you are shagging Snape. You do realize he hates the students.” Ron says. Hermione is standing behind the boys, her face tinted red from embarrassment. I'm curious as to what the bright witch thinks is going on.
“And what about you Hermionie? Do you believe I am shagging our potions professor, or are you smart enough to realize just how ridiculous these rumors are?” I ask her. She glances at me and then back down to her feet.
“You have to admit, some of them don’t sound that outrageous,” she mumbles. I sigh standing and picking up my books.
“Why don’t you all come back and talk to me when you have gained the intelligence to realize that the rumors are just that? Rumors, untrue and based on no actual fact.” I begin to walk away when Ron and Harry block my path back to the castle.
“Just tell us, are any of them true,” Harry demands again. He is glaring at me as if I have just kicked his owl.
“I will admit I have a fondness for Professor Snape,” Ron and Harry look like they are about to boil in anger when I continue. “But, only because he teaches my favorite subject. It is clear both of us have a strong passion for potions, does that mean I have been shagging him or that I just like potions.”
“How can you even tolerate that git?” Ron asks. I shake my head.
“Ron he is a teacher, you need to respect him like every other teacher at this school. Professor Snape has never bothered me, mostly because I listen to his classes and follow his instructions. If you showed him an ounce of respect you show the other teachers maybe he wouldn’t be such a git, as you say.” I cross my arms. All three students bow their heads as if I were an adult scolding them. I am only two years older than them, I should not have to be forced to act like a parent.
“He hates the students,” Ron says again with his head bowed.
“Didn’t you tell me he put himself in front of you three to protect you from a mad werewolf last year and was injured as a result? Did he not also help you, Harry, during your first quidditch match when Quirl tried to hex you off your broom? You said it yourself, Professor Snape was trying to save you. He also worked tirelessly the other year when the Basilisk was petrifying students, he helped Madame Pomfrey develop the mandrake Root to cure those that were petrified. Including Hermione.” They all look ashamed of their thoughts on their potions Professor.
“Professor Snape cares for the students of this school. Yes, he shows favoritism to his house but so do all the heads of the house. Professor Migonigall shows you three an extreme amount of favoritism given the fact that she rewards almost every stupid decision you make.” I walk around the confused fourth years but stop and add one last piece of information for them.
“And, as for your original question. No, I am not Fucking Snape.” I hear Ron make a gagging sound and a few sounds of embarrassment from Hermionie but I don’t care much, I have to get to my next class.
I walk to my common room to get my books for my Ghoul Studies class. I turn the corner where the barrels are piled against the wall and see Professor Sprout talking to someone. She has her back to me so I don't recognize the woman.
“Good evening Professor,” I say to alert them to my presence so I don't scare the stranger.
“Miss Gingerroot, perfect timing.” Professor Sprout gestures towards me for the stranger, I freeze in my tracks.
“Aunt Belladonna?” I whisper. My aunt opens her arms wide to engulf me in a hug.
“Emmera, dearest. Oh, I have been so worried about you. You didn’t answer my letter and then I got a message from your headmaster about your accident. I am so happy to see you up and about.” She wraps me in a bone-tight hug, her nails digging in where they can. My heart is in my throat and my breathing becomes short.
Her letter, she told me to write back to her the same day I got her letter. After the potion explosion and the whole mess with Professor Snape, I completely forgot about her letter. She finally followed through on her threat to come in person and punish me. She came to Hogwarts.
“I’ll let you two catch up.” Professor Sprout says waving as she leaves. I can’t form any words so I try to beg her to stay with my eyes. She walks right past us. As soon as Professor Sprout is out of sight my aunt lets me go and drags me away from my common room. Safety was only a few steps away. My aunt finds an empty dungeon room and throws me inside before she slams and locks the door.
I go to open my mouth to explain everything but her hand rakes across my cheek before I can do much. She hits me with so much force my head snaps to the side. I hope she is done but no, she has so much more planned. She swings her hand back the way it came and backhands me across my other cheek, my head snaps in the opposite direction. She pauses for a brief moment, long enough for me to look up at her with pleading eyes. She slaps me once more, this time she uses her nails and they leave lines across my cheek.
“You disobedient little brat. Do you have any idea what I have gone through these last few days while you were off playing hussy?” She grabs my jaw harshly and holds my face so I have to look at her. “Alfred Crouch has been very patient with us, but his patience will only last so long. You need to send him a letter detailing how sorry you are for ignoring him and how honored you are to see him this weekend. Then when he asks to court you, you will accept his advances and let him do whatever he Merlin well pleases to. Do you understand me?” Her grip on my jaw tightens. I hissed from the pain.
“Yes, yes I understand,” I say through her grasp. She pushes me back, making me land on my ass. I hear glass breaking, and black ink starts to pool out of my bag.
“Stand up.” my aunt says. I slowly get to my feet. My head is spinning from all the force she has inflicted on it. “You will wear the dress I have picked out for you, and you will do everything he asks of you. I don’t care how you feel about the matter, our family needs this marriage to go through. With any luck Crouch will ask for your hand by the end of your date, I know he is also desperate for a young wife. I don’t care who it is or what they do to you, I want you out of my house.” I stare at her in pure bafflement.
“Aunt Belladonna, I’m only sixteen, I still have three years of school. I can't get married yet.” I try to argue but her hand meets my cheek once again.
“Silence. Merlin knows I have tried to be kind to you, but all you do is argue and talk back.” She straightens her robes and combes back her hair as if the whole debacle has ruffled her appearance. “I know you are still sixteen. If you don’t fuck this up you will be married shortly after you turn of age in a few weeks. Then you will be treated like the filthy whore your mother was and pop out a Crouch spawn as soon as possible. After that, you can do whatever you want, our connection to the Crouch family will be cemented.”
My rage grows, I have lived with this woman's demands for almost four years now. I am sick of her telling me what I should do as if she were my master and I was just a worthless slave. But I am not powerless. I am the only unmarried woman in the Avery line, they need me if they want to rejoin the high society of the magical world. I have all the power in my hands, I just need the balls to use it.
“And if I run away or kill myself before any of that can happen? What then? What will you do?” My aunt looks at me, she thinks I am bluffing. I know as well as she does that the Avery family will not let me go easily. If I try to run away, they will hunt me down and force me into whatever marriage they could scrounge up for me. However, if I try to take my own life they have far fewer options then.
“You don’t have it in you child,” she growls. I have it in me, somewhere. I need a way to show her I mean business, even if it is a bit extreme. I pull out my wand and point it at my arm. The color drains from her face as she realizes what I am about to do.
“Secare,” I begin to say, but she hits me with a shield spell knocking me backward once again. She levitates me into the air and then slams me against the wall. The air in my lungs leaves me and I am left gasping when her hand comes around my throat and her wand points directly at my temple.
“If you ever try to pull something like that again I will Imperio you and make you live the rest of your life the way I demand it. You hear me. I will make you suffer and you will never know it.” Her hand clenches around my throat tighter, and at the same time, she digs the tip of her wand into my temple even further. I fight for air as I endure the feeling of her wand stabbing my head. “Will you behave?” She asks in her sickly sweet voice she uses to persuade others of her innocence, I nod. Her hand and wand leave my person, I slip down the wall clutching my throat as I work to get air through my bruised windpipe.
“I’m so glad we had this little chat dear.” she continues in her venomously sweet voice. “I hope to hear great things about this weekend, and remember, do whatever he asks of you.” She glides out of the room, the door closing behind her with a gentle click. I stay in that empty room and wallow in misery until I feel like I can step out again without breaking down at the sight of someone.
My watch shows that I have completely missed my Ghoul Studies class and am several minutes late for my potions class. I sigh but put on a neutral face and walk through the dungeons until I find Snape's class. I open the door and Professor Snape is right there. He looks at me but I don’t look at him.
“Miss Gingerroot, you are late. Ten points from Hufflepuff and you will serve detention this weekend.” I just nod and go to my desk to start taking notes. He watches me but says nothing further. Cedric still sits next to me but he doesn't say anything, I dip my head lower. Ever since the potion explosion incident he has been avoiding me or just not talking to me, I have tried to ask him what's wrong but he always turns his back to me. It hurts not having my best friend there for me when I need him. I want to talk to him about everything with my aunt but if he can’t even look at me what’s the point?
The rest of class goes by, I don’t actively remember any of it but even in my numb state of mind, I can take semi-decent notes. Professor Snape catches me before I can escape this hellish nightmare by going to bed and possibly finding out that this whole day was just another bad dream.
“Miss Gingerroot, I have decided on your detention. You will skip your trip to Hogsmeade on Saturday and instead spend the day cleaning cauldrons. Do you have any objections?” He starts to turn around to leave when I stop him.
“Actually, I do.” My voice comes out dull and I know he must see an exhausted student, but I am not tired. I’m defeated. My big plan to show my aunt that she doesn't control me backfired stupendously. “I have a meeting with a member of the Crouch family, I’m sorry Professor. I’ll clean the cauldrons when I get back to Hogwarts and spend the rest of Sunday making up for it. I can’t miss this meeting.” I can feel the tears threaten to fall but I hold them back. Snape leans down to look me in the eyes, then looks around the hall.
“Emma, is everything alright?” He asks, he sounds just like he did during the summer. I put on my best fake smile.
“I’m fine Professor.” I turn and leave his classroom to head back to my dorm. Some of my housemates call my name when I enter but I continue walking until I am in my dorm. I don’t bother with changing, I just crawl under the covers of my bed. Without making a sound I let the tears fall. I have two days until my ‘Date’ with Alfred Crouch, I know nothing about the man, only that he comes from a good family with a lot of influence. I didn't sleep that night.
The next two days pass in a similar blur of motion as I run on automatic going from class to class and spending my breaks between classes in the Hufflepuff common room or the library. Cedric finally wants to talk but I don’t have the emotional strength to talk to him so now it is my turn to ignore him. My aunt sent me a package the day before my Hogsmeade visit, it was the dress she wanted me to wear. It is the same dress I wore the day with Professor Snape. When the fateful day comes I put on my dress, pull my hair up into a messy bun, and cover myself with Professor Snape's robe. I don’t know why I still have it, I should have given it back to him before this whole charade. I hold the robe to my nose and take a deep breath in, I can still smell the faint traces of potion ingredients and old parchment. As much as I hate to admit it, the smell calms me down.
I walked alone to the Three Broomsticks where my aunt told me Alfred would be waiting for me. I get some looks from the other students who see me wearing the professor's robes but I don’t care, today I need all the comfort I can get. I don’t know what he looks like but as soon as I enter the bar an older gentleman stands up from his seat and walks up to me.
“Miss Emmera, I presume. My name is Alfred Crouch, it is a pleasure to meet you.” He takes my hand and kisses it. Alfred looks to be in his late 40s, the hair on the top of his head is receding and speckled with strands of silver. “I have secured us a room upstairs so that we may have some privacy while we get to know each other.” He has not let go of my hand, so he uses this to guide me forward and up the stairs. I would prefer if we stayed in the bar area so that if I needed to, I could signal for help from one of the patrons or staff.
“Your aunt has told me so much about you but I would truly like to hear about you from yourself. You know how family can exaggerate.” He places a hand on the small of my back as we walk to a room at the far end of the hall.
“I’m afraid there isn’t much to tell. I am a fifth-year student at Hogwarts, I am taking a few advanced classes but there is nothing much more about me.” I say when we get into the room.
“Nonsense my dear, a young beautiful witch like yourself, I'm sure there is plenty more to learn about you.” He closes the door. Things happen behind that door, things I never want to relive again. About three hours later I rush out of the room slamming the door behind me and pulling Professor Snape's robes tighter around me.
“Emmera,” Alfred shouts, he wasn’t done, but I was. I needed to get out of there or risk losing myself to self-pity and despair, risk turning into the emotionless puppet my aunt wanted me to be. I rush down the stairs of the Three Broomsticks, Some patrons watch me practically run for the door but many ignore me. As soon as my heel hits the dirt road outside of the tavern I break out into a sprint, I run through Hogsmeade and the long path towards safety, I run all the way to the castle, my hair now loose from its bun blowing in the wind. I want to be anywhere but here, I want to be across the world far away from Hogsmeade, from Alfred, and my aunt. The only place that makes me feel safe is in Professor Snape's robes, the scent of him brings me comfort, and I want to see him. Severus, I wonder if it would be alright if I called him Severus, at least in my head. I need to see Severus.
I run to the dungeons until I find the door to the potions classroom. I don’t knock, I open the door still at full speed and see Severus standing next to a cauldron brewing. He steps away from the desk when he sees me, I run to him and throw myself into his arms.
“Emma, what happened?” his arms come around me quickly. I don’t answer, all I can do is cry. He just holds me as I cry into his chest, he smells like old parchment and wolfsbane. It feels like I have been crying for hours, yet Severus never once loosens his hold on me. Eventually, I step away from him and wipe my eyes. He guides me over to a bench and then walks into his storage room, when he returns he hands me a small vial. I recognize the potion, it is a Drought of Peace. I uncork the vile and sniff the contents, I smile for the first time in days.
“This is my recipe, you used lavender petals,” I say holding the vile like it is a precious stone.
“I never got a chance to test the potion you were making, but I saw some of your notes. I had to experiment a bit to get the proportions right, but you were correct, the pedals enhance the effect and bring the drinker a stronger sense of calm.” He says sitting next to me at the desk. “Emma, please tell me what happened.” I am about to take the potion and tell Severus everything that happened when I hear him.
“Emmera,” Alfred’s voice echoes down the hall into the open classroom. I drop the vile as I start to shake violently, it shatters on the ground. Alfred comes down the hall drawn by the sound of the glass breaking and sees me in the classroom with Severus, he walks in as if what he did to me never happened. “There you are dearest, I was so worried.”
Severus stands and blocks me from Alfred's view. “Is there something I can do for you, sir?” He asks Alfred. He did it again, changing his attitude in an instant.
“I’m searching for Miss Emmera. We were supposed to have dinner together but the poor dear got spooked and ran off.” Alfred tries to explain. “She told me she liked Herbology and Potions so I looked around the greenhouses hoping she might be there, then I came looking in the dungeons. It has been quite some time since I have been down here, not much has changed.” Alfred tried to change the subject just like he did in the room. Whenever we got too deep into a topic he would change it to make me feel uncomfortable and off balance.
“Yes,” Professor Snape sneers, “May I ask what you were doing before Miss Gingerroot got spooked and ran off, as you say?” Snape has his arms behind his back and is leaning forward just enough to lean over Alfred Crouch. The other man takes a step backward as Snape moves into his personal space.
Severus, I told myself it would be okay if I called him Severus in my head. I like his first name, I wish I was in a position to call him by his first name. I don’t know what position that would be, but I can’t help wondering what his face will look like when I call him ‘Severus’ for the first time. I am pulled back to the current moment as Alfred gets defensive.
“How dare you accuse me of doing such inappropriate things with a minor, sir.” He growls. I want to shout about everything he did to me and prove that he did exactly what he denies, but I don’t have to. Severus chuckles sending chills down my spine with how vicious it sounds, I'm positive Alfred felt the intensity more than I did.
“I am guessing you are Mister Crouch,” Severus says. “Did you know Mister Crouch that there are several poisons that are almost undetectable when mixed with common foods? If what I am imagining happened, Mister Crouch, I assure you whatever Miss Gigerroot has promised will be the least of your worries.” Alfred looks confused.
“She hasn’t said anything,” he starts but I stand and walk next to Severus. He has helped me keep the monster away but I have to be the one to strike the killing blow.
“I am now, and know this Mister Crouch, if you ever come near me again I will tell everyone what you did.” His face drains of color as his lips mouth the word ‘No’. “Yes,” I say standing to my full height, I am not as tall as him but he still cowers backwards.
“And know, the daily profit will be the first place I go. I will tell them everything and the Crouch family name will be dragged through the shit all because of you. Just wait, what do you think the magical community will do when they find out that the Crouch family is full of Pedophiles who get off on sixteen-year-old girls?” Crouch trips over his own feet so now I am towering over him. I have been scared for far too long, today I just want to be angry. I want to rage at Alfred, hex him, and curse him but I don’t, not while Severus is right behind me.
I smirk down at the scared old man, “I would also take Professor Snape's warning to heart, you never know what can be hidden in your morning pumpkin juice.” I didn’t think a man could get any paler, but Alfred proves me wrong as he stumbles to his feet and runs out of the door. I take a deep breath in and hold it for several seconds before letting it out and repeating the process.
“Emma,” Severus says, not touching me but walking into my field of view. “Emma, you are safe. Relax and let go.” He says. Is he permitting me to express the feeling boiling my skin or is he expecting me to just break down crying?
“Look at me,” he says, his voice so gentle. I raise my head and meet his eyes. “Let go.” He says again, In his eyes, I can see he means to let it all out, my anger, my fear, my sadness. He barely has time to place a powerful silencing charm over the room when I let out a scream I have been holding back for years. With the scream comes my tears, but also my furry. I turn towards the nearest desk full of potion equipment and smash everything to the ground hearing the satisfying sound of glass breaking. I continue to destroy the equipment in the room while Severus watches, not stopping me or getting in my way.
I still cry, I can't stop crying. I feel my strength leaving me, I try to overturn a table but it doesn’t budge. I can still feel Alfred’s hands on me. I scratch at my skin trying to get his hands off, but the robe is in my way. I rip the long black robe off my person showing exactly what Crouch did. My silver dress is torn in many places, one strap has been completely removed so my breast is always threatening to pop out. A portion of my skirt is torn off revealing the front of both my legs, the red scratches up my leg, and the bruising on the inside of my thigh.
I can’t see through my tears, but I scratch up my arms and legs leaving even more red marks, but at least these are mine and not his. I don’t want to see any part of him. If I do I may just go mad. Severus stops me by grabbing my wrists before I can do any more damage to myself.
I fight his grip but he keeps me still and constantly calls my name. I hear the pleading in his voice as he only says my name. I don’t have the will to fight back, but that doesn’t scare me. I know it is Severus that holds me and even now his grip on my wrists is gentler than when Alfred had his hands on me or anytime when my aunt touches me.
“That's enough Emma, I don’t care what you destroy, but I will not let you hurt yourself.” I’m tired, I feel disgusted, and all I want is to be in his arms. I bury my face against his chest, and his arm moves from my wrists to pull me close to him, I cling to him like a lifeline. He hugs me, my tears are gone but I can still sob. “What can I do for you?” He asks, his voice is so soft.
“Don’t make me go back.” I sob. “Please, I'll do anything, just don’t make me go back to her. She will let it keep happening again and again until I am just a shell of myself. Please, Severus, don’t make me go back.” I sob against him. He pushes me back, I cover my face with my hands.
“Emma, what do you mean?” He sounds scared. I tell him everything my aunt has forced me to do.
“After today things will only get worse, she will pass me from man to man until I have learned my place or until one of them offers to marry me. I won’t survive another summer with her, I would rather be dead.” I sob, dropping my hands to look Severus in the eyes. If anyone can see how scared I am it will be him, it has to be. He can talk to Dumbledor, he can tell the headmaster everything. He can save me. Severus wraps me in his arms again resting his chin on the top of my head.
For our first Debut we have a classic fandom, Harry Potter. Emera Gingerroot has to face the students and teachers of Hogwarts. She and the notorious Bat of The Dungeon, Severus Snape, have to hide a relationship that is taboo.
*WARNINGS- age gap, NSFW, angst, male teacher with underage student, mentions of abuse, rough sex, degradation, underage sex, female orgasm, oral sex, unprotected sex, various kinks, body image issues, depression, mentions of self-harm.
“Miss Gingerroot, Where would I find a Bezoar?” Professor Snape asks, looking at me from across the room. I started working on my ingredients while the Professor lectured the other students on the proper technique for the potion they were working on today. I look up from the Unicorn horn I have been pulverizing into a fine powder. His words don’t register for a few seconds so I stand silent until I can focus on his words again. Professor Snape seems to be getting impatient and goes to ask the question again.
“Miss Gingerroot-”
“In the stomach of a goat, preferably a Longline or Haul goat from China,” I said, interrupting him. He looks at me with a mix of irritation and surprise. “It’s a question any second-year student should know, Sir,” I add before going back to grind my Unicorn horn. Professor Snape does not give or take points from my house, instead, he continues where he left off in his lecture. By the time he is finished and the other students begin to prepare their ingredients I am ready to start making a Draught of Peace.
I fill my cauldron but before I can begin Professor Snape walks up to my table in the back of the room. I am not a good potions partner, so no one ever wants to sit next to me other than Cedric, my best friend but we normally work solo. Snape stands over me watching my hands move around the bench arranging my ingredients into the proper portions and the proper inclusion order without looking at the board where he has written all this information out. He picks up the dried lavender flower petals I have set out and placed as the last ingredient to be added, he smiles as if he has finally won against me.
“My, my; Miss Gingerroot, don't you know that adding anything extra to a fragile potion such as a Draught of Peace can cause the ingester to develop ulcers in the stomach? Adding lavender flowers during the brewing process is even more imbecilic, the toxicity in the pedals will cause the brew to explode endangering everyone in the class.” He has a malicious grin plastered upon his face. Potions happens to be my favorite subject, as is Herbology. Knowing the various ways an ingredient can be prepared has helped me a lot in understanding potions to a deeper extent than Hogwarts teaches.
I am not naturally gifted in potions as some may believe, I work hard for the knowledge I have. I study and practice the potions all summer and even more during the school year during my breaks. The Drought of Peace has been a potion I have been making since my third year, however, so I know what I am doing when I come to this particular brew. I explained my reason for adding lavender flowers to the professor. He spoke loud enough for the whole class to hear so I do the same.
“They are dried petals, Sir, the toxins have evaporated. What is left behind is just enough for the petals to add a pleasant aroma to the potion and counteract the taste of the syrup of hellebore. The result is that the potion has a greater calming effect and a flavorless taste.” I stare up at him waiting for him to insult me or give me detention, he stares back at me before swiftly turning around, his robes billowing out behind him.
“I shall be the judge of that,” he says, returning to the front of the class to start pestering the other students in the class.
“Nice one,” Cedric whispers so he doesn't pull the attention of Professor Snape again. I sigh and go back to my potion, Things used to be so different between Professor Snape and me. One might have called us friends, I thought of him as my friend for a long time even if he only saw me as a student. That all changed during the summer, and it was all my aunt's fault.
I hear a faint cracking noise and realize I am holding my vial of hellebore too tight—stupid thin fragile glass bottles. I wish more than anything that I was back in my lab at home, with the ingredients arranged to make sense for me and my sturdy cups and bottles made from hard plastic or thick glass. Even though I miss my lab, my garden, and my kitchen, I am glad to be back at Hogwarts. At least here my aunt can’t harass me like she does at home.
The first hour of class passes without incident, some of the students have finished preparing their ingredients and have begun to add ingredients to the cauldrons. My potion is almost finished, I have to wait for the contents to boil for several minutes without touching it then add the Unicorn horn. Once the unicorn horn has been thoroughly mixed into the cauldron I can add the lavender flowers and turn off the heat. Going by the smell, the potion is almost ready for the unicorn horn, another minute or two and it will be done boiling. As I do with every ingredient I triple-check my measurement before adding it into the cauldron. I have exactly a quarter of a unicorn horn.
The advanced potions book and Professor Snape's measurements are both different from what I have measured out. Professor Snape calls for 3⁄8 of a unicorn horn, and the advanced potions book calls for half of a unicorn horn. Unicorn horn is expensive however, it is one of the most expensive ingredients on the legal market. We won't talk about the illegal market, or how I know the price of a unicorn horn. Through experimentation I have found that a quarter of the Unicorn horn is the bare minimum for the potion to keep its full effects, I also learned that any more and the lavender petals will cause an explosive reaction like Snape mentioned at the beginning of class. Since I have time to check my lavender petals, I make sure I have three perfectly preserved and dried petals. If there are any chips or cracks in the pedals they will not dissolve properly altering the final state of the potion.
Using the levitation charm I examine my pedals, and I can see a line of light through one peddle meaning there is a faint crack. I will have to switch it out for a different pedal for the potion to turn out. I take out of my box of flowers and search for the drawer with lavender labeled in my shaky handwriting. I pull out the drawer and unshrink it, my pedals are in pristine condition as always. I search the drawer for a pedal the same size as the other two I have ready for my potion, one without chips or cracks. It takes a while but I can find a pedal that will work just before I have to add the unicorn horn. I put the unusable pedals back in the drawer and added the unicorn horn.
Someone knocks on the door to the potions class, Professor Snape looks extremely annoyed but goes to answer the door. I watch him glide by my desk to the door, on the other side is my head of house, Professor Sprout. I raise an eyebrow confused as to why she is here. There are only four Hufflepuffs in the advanced potions class, none of us are troublemakers nor have any meeting scheduled with her, at least we shouldn’t. Our career Advice meetings are not scheduled until close to the end of the term. I am lost in thought trying to figure out why Professor Sprout is here when I faintly hear my name.
“-Gingerroot, apparently it is urgent.” Professor Sprout says handing an envelope to Professor Snape. Both Professors look at me. I can't hide the shudder that runs down my spine. What could it be that they both are looking at me like that? As if they pity me for being sentenced to the gallows. Snape slowly walks to my desk, a few steps away from the door, and hands me a letter ignoring Cedric completely. I take the letter but he does not step away from me. I turn back to my potion and read who sent the letter; all the blood runs out of my cheeks and my body starts shaking as I see my aunt's name in the corner of the envelope.
I have half a thought about stuffing the envelope into my bag and forgetting I ever received something from her, but the envelope starts to vibrate and grow warm. She sent a howler. I crumple the letter trying to hold off the explosive voice while I rush for the door, I don't succeed and the letter explodes in my hands. I kept running out of the room and down the hall so all my Professors and my classmates could hear my aunt shouting my full name.
“Emera Juniper Gingerroot! How dare you! How dare you refuse a wizard with such status as Alfred Crouch!” I find an unlocked unused room and bolt myself inside hoping the thick wooden door and stone walls will muffle my aunt's voice, “His uncle is an influential Ministry of Magic official, You will accept his courting or so help me I will disown you faster than your father. The Avery Family needs the Crouchs to rise back into the high society of the magical world. I have fought to have Alfred even consider you for two years. You will not reject him.” The letter goes on to call me all the insults my aunt can think of and some more I didn't believe she had the brain power to come up with. At the end of the letter comes the ultimatum. “Alfred Crouch will be there at your next Hogsmeade visit, you will accompany him. If you do not I will turn you over to your filthy mud-blood father. Do you understand me!”
The letter hovers close to my face as if it were my aunt getting in my face as she always does when scolding me. “You will answer with a letter by the end of the day or I will be there myself to deliver your punishment!” The letter then burst into flames still close to my face. The flames touch my nose and cheek making the skin tight and hot from the burn, they also catch a few flyaway strands of my hair. I pat the fire out then rush from the room to avoid the smell of burnt hair. I still have half an hour left of potions class, and I am running low on the Drought of Peace I made before the start of the year. I am going to need what is left after I turn in my assignment to get me through the week.
I walk back to class running my hand down the cold stones of the hall then place them on my nose and cheek, the cold only helps for a few seconds before the skin is too sensitive to touch. I am not looking forward to entering class, but I manage to rush back to my desk without looking up at my classmates. I can feel their eyes on me but as long as I don't see them I can get through the rest of class. By ‘the rest of class’ I mean me adding the lavender petals to my cauldron and bottling the final result. Cedric tries to get me to talk to him but I ignore him, I feel guilty but I don’t trust my state of mind at the moment. I add the lavender petals and stir, but instead of the potion turning a pretty purple with light blue smoke rising from the cauldron, the potion instantly turns gray and starts to bubble.
“Everyone down,” I shout, and push Cedric far away from me, grabbing the lid of my cauldron to weaken the blast even just a fraction. It works too well. The explosion does not reach the bench across from me, instead, the cauldron blasts me backward into the wall. I instantly feel like my head is about to crack open as my head hits the stone wall and my entire upper body is covered in the sludge that was supposed to be my Draught of Peace. I can smell the burning hair scent again and I know exactly what happened.
“Emma, Emma are you alright?” Cedric asks, rushing close to me. He tries to touch me but before anyone can react I am stripping off my robes and shirt. “Emma what?” He tries to get me to stop taking my clothes off but I shove him away with the parts of my hands that are least covered in potion.
The sludge will turn acidic in a few seconds causing anything that it touches to burn. What is left in my hair is quickly dealt with as Professor Snape is next to me, he pushes Cedric even further back, uses his wand to cut my hair, and hands me a rag dampened in neutralizing ointment to wipe my face. While both of us acted fast it was not fast enough to save me completely, as the acid started to eat at my clothing on the ground, I could feel my face and skin burning as well. Not as if they were melting, which is what would have happened if we hadn't acted fast enough, but as if I had gotten a very bad sunburn.
There could still be residue on me so Professor Snape and I start rubbing down my arms and torso with the rag of neutralizing ointment. I work to clean my arms and face while he wipes down my chest and torso, both of us too concerned with neutralizing the acid to realize the compromising position we are in until much later. The students have gathered around to watch, some faces are terrified, and others are fighting back laughter. Professor Snape steps away from me and cleans up my mess of clothes and the acidic sludge that is sprayed across my desk and the wall with a short wave of his wand. When everything is cleaned up and it is safe to touch me without the risk of burning Snape rounds on me, his hands grabbing my arms in a firm grip.
“What happened?” he snarls at me. His face is inches away from mine and he looks pissed.
“I didn’t do anything wrong!” I snap back. I didn’t, I know exactly what caused this reaction and it is nothing I did.
“Do you realize you could have killed yourself or another student?” I go to open my mouth to respond but he shakes me. "Do you? You are lucky no one got seriously hurt. You should be expelled! If you can't give me a good reason I will go straight to the headmaster." He doesn't let me go, his hands grip me harder, I might have bruises in the shape of his hands tomorrow.
“Professor stop,” Cedric and a few other students try to convince him to let me go but he sends them a fierce glare that has them all shrinking back away from us. I take the opportunity of silence to voice my part.
"Beetle eye," I say confidentiality. Professor Snape looks confused for a second then realization dawns on him. Porcupine quills and Beetle eyes are a heavily explosive combination. Even if I hadn't altered the potion it would still have caused a toxic explosion when I stirred the brew and mixed the ingredients. He saw my ingredients lineup, he knew I didn't have Beetle eyes anywhere on my desk. My potion was sabotaged.
One of the female students clears her throat. "Professor, she doesn't have a shirt." Professor Snape and I both look down at my top. Why did I have to wear the new bra today? It is black with silver and gold embroidery around the edges that are enchanted to swirl around the material drawing the eye to the frankly large size of my breasts, it is one size too small to 'accentuate the cleavage' or so my aunt said when she made me buy it. It was the only clean bra I had this morning, I knew I should have kept my plain white sports bra on.
I look to the floor covering my chest to see if I can find any scrap of my robes but there is nothing on the floor since Professor Snape cleaned it up. I then look around the room for any form of drapery I can use to cover myself, I lock eyes with Cedric and he goes to remove his cloak. I don't have to reach for Cedric because Professor Snape removes his robe and drapes it around me before I realize what he did. My face is beat red and not because of the burns, although they don’t help my situation. The whole class saw me have a verbal argument with my Professor that had an uncomfortable amount of silence while I was half naked, and immediately after he practically launched himself on me to clean my skin of the acid. I can only imagine what that whole interaction looked like, probably not as bad as mine and Professor Snape's history makes it. The whole school is going to know by the next period. What am I going to do?
"Miss Gingerroot go to the hospital wing and have those burns checked out," Snape says not looking at me anymore. "I will clean up your mess and have your bag brought up to you." I don't look at him as I wrap his robe around me and run from the room. I made it to the hospital wing in record time.
Madame Pomfrey is confused to see me in a teacher's robe but when I tell her there was an acid explosion in potions she rushes me to a curtained bed. She had me remove all my clothes so she could make sure there were no other injuries to my person. I get to keep my underwear on, which makes me feel more clothed than I did at that moment when Professor Snape was looking at me. It had nothing to do with him being a decent man or not, it was all about what happened over the summer. The thought alone makes my cheeks red with embarrassment and anger.
I hear the bell toll signaling the end of class. Madam Pomfrey gave me some ointment for the burns and told me it would be best if they healed on their own. The ointment will prevent any potential scarring, but it will take time to disappear. I slump my head into my hands as I sit on my hospital bed, the gossip mill is about to go fucking wild. I have to wait for one of my classmates to drop off my bag, probably Cedric, he will be worried since we didn't talk at all in class and he will want to know what happened with my potion to land me in the hospital wing the way it did. I honestly hope someone else comes though, I just want to get my bag and run down to my dorm to hide away for the rest of the day. Madame Pomfrey gave me a pass excusing me from my classes, so I will only have to face the school when I head to dinner if I even go to dinner.
“Pomfrey?” I hear the voice of Professor Snape. The blood drains from my face. Why is he here? He said he would send a student to drop off my bag. I force myself to relax, even if he is here I won't have to see him. He will probably give my bag to Madame Pomfrey and leave.
“Severus, good.” Madame Pomfrey says I hear her walk past the bed I am sitting at as she walks towards Professor Snape.
“I have Miss Gingerroots bag. She will need it for her next class.” I can’t help but start to chew on my nails.
“Miss Gingerroot has the rest of the day off to recover from the burns. It is wonderful you are here. May I ask what happened?”
“No.” Snape retorts firmly. Madame Pomfrey sighs.
“She is in the bed behind the curtain, the poor dear was in quite a state when she came to the infirmary. Why don’t you talk to her.” My head shoots up out of my hands, I don't have my clothes back on, I frantically search around to find my skirt, it’s at the foot of the bed. I lunge for it causing my hip to hit the side of the bed, I let out a quiet yelp but don't stop to examine my injury.
“I don’t believe that will be a good idea.” Snape begins but Madame Pomfrey has already left, I hear her shut the door to her office. I pull my skirt back up to my hip wishing it was so, so much longer. Yet that still leaves me without a shirt. Panicking, I grab Snape's robe and put it on again since it is better than ripping the sheets of the hospital bed and wrapping them around me like a toga.
Once I am covered I stand there close to the curtain not sure what to do, I want to run away, I want to hide under the bed, But a part of me also wants to see him. There is a silent moment where I imagine all the scenarios that can play out and finding them all ending is a disaster. “Miss Gingerroot?” His voice is right outside my curtain. I want to shout, scream, run or hit something.
I take a deep breath calming my nerves and racing mind and open the curtain, he is standing a few feet away from me with my bag gripped in one hand. “Yes, Professor Snape?” I say, somehow my voice is steady and not like I was just panicking and running around this small space. He doesn’t look at me.
“You will be pleased to know I discovered the culprit and have given them two months of detention. They believed it would have been a funny prank.” He says, I just nod. “How are you feeling?”
“Madame Pomfrey gave me some ointment for the burns, they aren’t that severe so they should be healed in a few days,” I say quietly. My eyes have not left my bag that he still holds in his hand.
“That’s good.” There is a long silence. I can tell he wants to say more but all I want to do is grab my bag and run far away from here, wanting to see him was a mistake. Professor Snape takes a deep breath before continuing. “While what you did today was very brave, it was also very stupid. I hope you realize that.” I whip my head up to gawk at him.
“What?”
“You should have hidden from the blast just like everyone else. But you wanted to be a hero, which is why you are now in the Hospital wing,” he says, meeting my gaze with his stern expression.
“I stopped an even worse catastrophe by covering my potion and helping another student, Cedric who happens to be my best friend. I did what I could to prevent what happened. It's not my fault the potion exploded.” I say straightening.
“Yet you still got hurt.” Snape growls.
“I was the only one, if I hadn't done what I did a lot more people would have been injured. The burns aren't even that bad, they will heal. Who cares if I was the only one burned? ” I say.
“I care,” Professor Snape says immediately, I am startled into silence. “You are one of my students, I have to care. After what happened,” I cut him off.
“What happened has nothing to do with this,” I shout and point between us. “It should have never happened, and you promised you would forget it ever did.”
“How can I forget?” He shouts back.
“Obliviate yourself for all I care. Believe me, I would if I could.” I end the conversation by grabbing my bag from his hand and walking away. He reaches to grab my shoulder, I wrench out of his grasp and run for the door. “Leave me alone.”
“Emma,” Snape shouts. I don’t turn around, I don't stop running. I don't even let the tears fall down my cheeks until I am safe in my dorm room hidden under the covers.
*WARNINGS- Age Gap, NSFW, angst, male teacher with underage female student, mentions of abuse, rough sex, degradation, underage sex, female orgasm, oral sex, unprotected sex, various kinks, body image issues, depression, mentions of self-harm.
Paring: Severus Snape X Female Student
*Minors Do Not Engage*
Word Count: 3K
I hate these parties. My aunt expects me to be a proper lady and entertain my guests, but that is increasingly difficult when every man I talk to looks at me like a piece of meat. This time she has me in an ankle- length silver evening gown, the traps cut into my shoulders and the top has my chest practically falling out due to the dress having a back that dips until it connects with my waist. My waist is far too big to be in a dress like this, but my aunt demanded I wear it even though it’s practically skintight and my aunt always comments on how much weight I need to lose. Yet showing off how wide my hips and waist had granted me a few uncomfortable comments about how easy birth will be for me and how that is a very attractive trait for large women. The thing I hate the most about this dress is the slit going from my waist to the bottom of the skirt, whenever I walk it exposes my legs and the skin that giggles with each step. I am not pretty, I am not gorgeous, I most definitely am not sexy so why my aunt tries to marry me off, I have no idea.
Most of the men that come to these parties are older than me by a few years to a few decades, all from prestigious pure-blood families. There are however a few younger members that show up sometimes, the Goyle and Crabbe families have brought their sons a time or two. The boys are a year younger than me at Hogwarts, but two years younger than me in age. Tonight, I have the pleasure of meeting the Malfoy family's heir. Another brat younger than me who hides behind his father's power in the Ministry.
“My father will hear about this,” the bleach blond brat spits after I made a comment he didn’t like. I roll my eyes.
“Your father is right over there, go. Run and tell him.” I wave my wine glass in another man's direction which can only be his sperm donor going by the matching bleached hair. The young boy scoffs but scurries over to his father. I take a sip of my wine as my aunt saunters over to me. She takes my arm in her hand hiding her anger behind a charming smile.
“What was that, love?” she whispers through clenched teeth.
“Just making conversation, Aunt Donna,” I say casually as if her nails aren't making indents in my skin.
“Well then dear,” her nails dig painfully into my arm. “Make nicer conversation. Do you have any idea how fortunate our family would be if you married a Malfoy?”
I rip my arm from her grasp, nearly spilling my wine. “Your family.” I spit and walk away. I go to find some solitude in one of the sitting rooms, but someone else is already there.
“Sorry, I’ll leave you be,” I say, turning to leave.
“Miss Gingerroot?” A familiar voice says. I turn around and find my potions teacher sitting on the loveseat with an empty glass of wine.
“Professor?” I say stepping into the room. “What are you doing here? Please tell me you weren't invited by my aunt.” I say sitting in a chair across from him crossing my legs so my dress covers both my legs.
“No, I was dragged here by my Godson's father.'' He goes to sip his wine but scowls at the empty glass.
“I’ll get you a refill,” I say, going to stand when a house elf appears with a bottle.
“Refill, Sir?” they say in a high-pitched voice. Three years, I have lived with my aunt for three years and I still cannot get used to having house elves. Professor Snape holds out his glass and the house elf fills it. They look between us then leave the bottle on the table and disappear.
“I don’t think I will ever get used to that,” I say sitting back down. Snape chuckles.
“It took some getting used to for me as well.” He sips his now-filled glass of wine.
“What do you mean? Did you not grow up with house elves?” I finish my wine and fill my glass.
“No, I grew up with my muggle father and witch mother in the muggle world. I didn’t have a house elf until I hired one a few years into teaching.” I look at him in mild shock.
“Oh, I thought you were pure blood.”
“No, I don’t go around flaunting my heritage so many make the same conclusion as you. I don’t mind, it serves me quite well as a teacher,” he says with a smirk on his lips.
I laugh. “That it does Professor.”
We spent a while talking and drinking wine in the sitting room. It is nice to sit and talk with someone without them judging me on whether I would be a good wife or not. Our conversation shifts topics, we talk about life in the muggle world and how it is so different from the wizarding world. We talk about school and potions. About politics, but that conversation doesn’t last long, neither of us is very political. We settle on the latest gossip that was floating around Hogwarts before the end of term.
“So, do teachers assign partners based on skill or do they pair up the students they think would make a cute couple? Pansy Parkinson and Dean Thomas have been assigned as partners in Herbology since their second year. One of the third-year boys was complaining about it because he fancies Parkinson.” I ask. At some point during our talk, I found my way over to the love seat, so I am sitting next to my potions Professor as he lets out a pleasant laugh.
“Other teachers maybe, I know McGonagall would like to see the Weasley boy and Granger girl together.” He says taking a drink from his glass. We are on our second bottle of wine, I didn’t even notice the second bottle until I went to fill my glass sometime when we were talking about politics.
“So then how do you assign partners?” I ask leaning forward with my legs crossed and setting my arms on my legs for support. Leaning forward gives my shoulders some relief from the straps that have been digging into my shoulders all night. As long as I don't sit too far forward Professor Snape shouldn’t be able to see anything more than everyone else at this party, mostly side breast and cleavage. My dress falls to the side exposing my entire leg from my hip to toe.
Professor Snape looks me over for a second as if seeing me and my outfit for the first time tonight. “Well, Miss Gingerroot, I believe you have figured out that I like to have fun in my class even if others don’t find it amusing.” He says leaning forward as well to place his glass on the table, he takes mine from my hands and places it next to his on the table. He doesn’t pull away though, in my mind I am happy, I like being this close to him. He is funny and loyal to beliefs and image; his scent is the most relaxing smell of parchment and a mix of potion ingredients. I can't make out every ingredient's scent, but I know the smell of Boom Berries anywhere, it is one of my favorite ingredients.
“Yes, I have noticed that. How you smirk when something goes wrong in a paired group you assigned. How you practically jump at the opportunity to show everyone how smart you are.” I smile.
“I am smart.” His voice lowers as our faces have drifted closer.
“I know you are,” I say in a similar soft voice.
There is silence as we sit staring at each other, My mind is slightly fogged from the wine and his scent is so enticing. I want to rest my head against his chest and identify every ingredient I can in his smell. I blink slowly up to him, we are seated but he still towers over me slightly, I look at him from under my eyelashes. I wonder what he sees when he looks at me. Does he see his student looking out of place in an unflattering dress and intoxicated? Does he see a young girl pretending to be something she isn’t? Or does he see a beautiful young woman?
I don't know what he sees, but I see a handsome man. Professor Snape has always looked handsome to me, his long and slender form, his broad shoulders, and his deep chestnut-colored eyes that can look obsidian. His sharp jaw supports his thin lips. My gaze lingers on his lips until he pulls me from my observation of him.
“You look very beautiful tonight Miss Gingerroot.” He says, meeting my eyes.
“Emma, you can call me Emma Sir,” I told him.
“You are beautiful Emma.”
We are a hair away from each other, one deep breath from either of us and we would be touching. I don’t pull back and neither does he. The wine has made my restraint loose, a small part of me wants to stop but a bigger part wants to go further.
“If I’m so beautiful, will you kiss me?” I ask. His eyes darted down to my lips and then back to my eyes.
“Are you sure?” He looks like he is going to pull away, I place my hand on his leg to stop him.
“Please,” I beg in a whisper.
He kisses me. It is chaste at first, but he tastes so good, that I am the first to deepen the kiss. He nips at my lower lip and places a hand on my arm to pull me even closer to him. I gasp at the spark his touch ignites on my skin and he takes the opportunity to further the kiss. Our tongues tangle and twist together as we take in each other's taste. I moan into his mouth, pushing against him so I get as close as I can.
He growls then quickly pulls me into his lap, I straddle him so we don't have to break the kiss as our hands explore one another. My hands find their way into his long hair and pull gently he growls again, this time it sounds like a pleased growl instead of the animalistic one he gave before. His hands wander up my sides and then around my back. He trails small fires across my skin with every feather-light touch of his fingers.
I break away from the kiss for air and he immediately starts attacking my jaw and down my neck. I moan when he finds a tender spot just above my collarbone. Pressing against my leg I can feel his erection. I grind against it causing his hold on me to tighten as he lets out a hiss.
“Emma,” he moans.
“Touch me,” I respond in a breathless whisper. His hands travel up my back and hook around my straps. All it takes is a gentle tug and the front of my dress is now pooled around my waist exposing my breasts. Severus Snape pulls away long enough to admire the view before he pulls me back down into a kiss while his hands squeeze and mold my tits. He pinches my left nipple and I let out a squeak at the sensation that ripples through my body.
“Emmera.'' We both hear my aunt's voice shout as she bangs on the closed door to the sitting room. I almost jump out of my professor's lap but he holds me close as he kisses my neck and chest. The banging on the door gets louder and my aunt sounds furious.
“Professor,” I begin but he pinches my nipple again causing me to have to bite my lip to silence the moan. “Professor Snape, stop please.”
He stops. I jump out of his lap and fix my dress, I look at my professor whose hair is standing up in every direction. I rush over to him and start to fix his hair when he comes down from his high and fixes his hair himself.
“Emera Juniper, open this door right this instant.” My aunt demands. I run to the door and open it to find my aunt practically foaming at the mouth. She storms into the room, her figure looming over me. “How dare you leave the guests unattended. You have no idea what I had to go through to have half of those men show up. You ungrateful little,” she raises her hand to slap me, but Professor Snape clears his throat. Her hand still raised, her attention turns to him and suddenly she is the picture-perfect image of a worried guardian.
“Poor thing,” she corrects herself. “You must have been so overwhelmed by everything.” She places her raised hand gently on my head patting my hair then whips her full act on Professor Snape.
“Hello, wonderful to meet you, Sir. I hope my niece has not been too much of a trouble for you. I’m sorry I don’t believe I got your name.'' She holds out her hand but Snape doesn't take it.
“Snape, Professor Severus Snap. I am one of Miss Gingerroot's Professors. I only came to have a quick chat about her classes.” Snape says smoothly. He recovered so quickly like the two of us were not just snogging the life out of each other not one minute ago. My aunt glares at me before blasting her smile at my professor. I haven't moved from my spot next to the door and refuse to look at either of them.
“Oh, I hope everything is alright with her classes.”
“They will be, Miss Gingerroot had applied for all base-level classes this coming year, but a number of her other professors believe she should be in advanced courses. We were having a little chat about it when you came searching for your niece. Now that my business is taken care of I shall take my leave.” He walks around my aunt but stops next to me, he jerks his head for me to follow and I do. My head is spinning with everything that just happened. All I can do is follow. We walk to the front door then out of the manor and into the garden. My legs carry me to my hiding spot automatically, I vaguely register Professor Snape following me.
“Emma?” He asks once I have taken a seat on a bench in a far-off corner of the garden. “Are you alright?”
The fog clears and my anger boils to the surface. I'm not angry at him, I'm angry at myself.
“Am I alright?” I mock. “No. No, I am not bloody alright! I just assaulted my teacher. In my aunt's tearoom. What am I going to do? I can’t go back to Hogwarts; I should be expelled.” I say wrapping my arms around myself to try and stop my body from shaking. Snape sits next to me; he puts an arm around me, but I jerk away. He uses both arms and wraps me in a hug no matter how weakly I try to fight him. Eventually, I slump against his chest and just cry. The only escape I have from my hellish aunt is Hogwarts, and I just ruined my chances of ever finishing. I will be stuck with her all year so she can whore me out to whoever makes the biggest claim with a diamond ring and a wedding certificate.
“It’s going to be alright,” Snape whispers into my head. He runs his hand gently up and down my back, his touch still ignites sensations on my skin but this time they are ice cold. “You will not be expelled because you did not assault me.” I push away to look at him. He looks guilty now.
“I was a willing participant in the whole event, if anyone should be punished it is me. I took advantage of an underage student.” He says and brushes some hair behind my ear. I have never seen him so gentle with anyone, I'm stunned into silence for a second before I jump up away from him yet again.
“This never happened, what we did in the tearoom never happened. Forget it all and everything will go back to the way it should be.” I say sternly and then walk off back to the manor. “I trust you can see yourself out, Professor.”
“Emma,” he says but I shoot out of bed, my whole body shaking and tears staining my face. I quickly wipe them away and look around. I am in my dorm room at Hogwarts, the little bit of light shining through the window tells me it is almost time for dinner. I don’t feel hungry, but I know I should at least eat something.
I climb out of bed and put on a spare shirt; I didn’t even change when I ran back to my dorm. I just fell into my bed and cried myself to sleep. I look around for a spare set of robes but all I can find are Professor Snapes.
Hesitantly I put on his rope and held it to my face. It still has his scent, parchment, and potion ingredients. If I tried, I'm sure I could find the smell of Boom Berries. I wrap the robes around me and make for the entrance of my homeroom. I can’t face the whole school right now, not after that memory dream, so I walk further down the hall until I come to a portrait of a bowl of fruit. I tickly the pair with my finger and the painting swings open wide.
I enter the kitchens and the house elves are pleased to see me. They welcome me and ask if I am hungry or if I would like to join them in cooking. The kitchens have been a getaway when I have been too overwhelmed with anything and everything. I shake my head at the offer to help with the cooking. Instead, I sit at my mock house table and ask for a bowl of soup. The house elves are more than happy to oblige.
“Is the mistress alright?” a pinkish-gray house-elf comes over to give me a small bowl of soup.
“I’m fine Moxxie, just had a bad day and a bad dream,” I say. “Thank you for the soup.”
“Would Mistress like to talk about it? Moxxie knows that can help.” He says. I shake my head again.
“No, but I wouldn’t mind the company if you have time to spare.”
“For you Mistress, Moxie always has time.” The house elf hangs up his apron and then comes to sit next to me at the table. He starts telling me all about his day and the duties he has around the castle. It is nice to have a moment of normalcy during this chaotic time.
