Severus gently pushed your chin up with his thumb, forcing you to look him in the eyes. "Do you trust me, darling?" You nodded eagerly, your core tightening in anticipation.
You felt the moment Severus pushed past your mental barrier, his magic gently stroking against your consciousness. Ever so obediently, your mind opened for him, allowing him unchecked access to your deepest and darkest desires.
Severus' magic curled carefully around your inner thoughts, swiftly finding exactly what he was looking for and allowing the thought to present itself to him as if he were doing nothing more than thumbing through the pages of his favorite book. Your eyes fluttered shut against your will as the images that Severus' legilimency conjured began to play in your mind.
Severus' hands moved up your thighs ever so slowly. You knew that by the time his fingers found their way to the place you desperately needed to feel them, you'd be soaked and utterly ready for him. A whimper escaped your lips and Severus let his hands come to a halt just below your hip bones. "Needy tonight, aren't we?" He tsked, the corners of his lips tugging up in a smirk. "Please," you begged breathlessly.
Severus pulled out of the memory before carefully plunging into another.
Severus was seated in a living room that was faintly illuminated by a crackling fire, a whiskey glass cupped tightly in one hand while his other hand massaged the bridge of his nose. "Tough day?" You inquired, slinking into the room. "I don't know how I ever let Dumbledore talk me into becoming a professor," he sighed. "My poor, Sev. Maybe I can help... improve your night?" Severus dropped his hand from his face and looked at you with a quirked eyebrow. "And how, pray tell, do you plan on doing that?" He challenged. You bit your lip and slowly dropped to your knees in front of him. Severus watched you with an intensity in his eyes that was reserved exclusively for you as you peppered light kisses up the leg of his trousers and then over the buckle of his belt. You made quick work of removing his belt and reached into his now unzipped trousers, wrapping your fingers delicately around his erection. Severus let out a breathy moan as you slowly dragged your hand up and down his length a few times before freeing it from his pants. You made a show of licking a stripe up his shaft and then slowly running your tongue around the head of his cock, savoring the pre cum that was already dripping from your touch.
You gasped as Severus pulled himself from that memory with a growl, opening your eyes and meeting his gaze once more.
"Naughty, naughty girl," he tutted lowly, his voice thick with lust. He dropped your chin and allowed his hand to snake up your skirt. You felt as one of his fingers curled around your panties and pulled the fabric to the side. Gently, he stroked a finger up and down your folds, collecting the wetness that had pooled there while he was sorting through your memories. "Just the thought of pleasuring me makes you sopping wet, doesn't it?"
You nodded eagerly, biting back a moan as his finger continued to trail up and down your glistening pussy.
"You're desperate for me to take care of you right now, aren't you?"
Again you nodded, unable to form any words as the haze of pleasure clouded your mind. Without warning Severus let the tip of his index finger sink into your hole. Unable to hold back this time, you moaned at the sensation, eager for more. Slowly, Severus sank his finger deeper and deeper until you felt his knuckle brush against you, eliciting another moan from your lips.
"Tell me what you want, darling." Severus whispered, his lips now resting against the cusp of your ear.
"I want you," you moaned out. Severus added another finger inside of you, sliding his digits in and out at an infuriatingly slow pace for a few beats before curling the tips of his fingers and brushing against your inner sensitive spot.
Satisfied with the breathless moan the movement drew out of you, Severus removed his fingers and tugged his achingly hard cock out of his pants. Severus pressed the tip of his cock into your hole and hissed. "You're so tight, darling."
You groaned as he sank into you fully, losing yourself in the blissful sensation of your pussy stretching to accommodate his length. "Look at me," he commanded huskily, fighting to keep his voice even as he relished the feeling of your walls clasping around his erection.
You did as he instructed and again felt the familiar sensation of his magic embracing your mind. This time, Severus did not seek out your dirtiest memories, instead he let your consciousness stream into his own mind. His nails dug into your hips as he began to pound into you. He could hear your inner chants of "Merlin, yes!" and "Fuck me harder, Severus" in his head as clearly as he would if you were saying them out loud. Having undiluted access to your thoughts, and knowing exactly how much you craved his cock inside of you, was almost too much for him to bear.
Severus grit his teeth as he fought to keep his orgasm at bay until he finally felt your pussy begin to pulse around his cock and heard your verbal cries of pleasure begin to blend with the thoughts you were having. From his access to your mind, he could nearly feel just how much you enjoyed his cock. Unable to take it any longer, he let himself unravel inside you before sweetly kissing your forehead and pulling out.
"I love you," you thought, pushing the words his way through your mental connection.
Attention writers: I lack the creative skill that I once had for writing fanfiction, so I am reaching out for help, or perhaps to be some inspiration to someone. I have come up with a prompt for a SnapexReader scenario/story, and it goes like this...
Okay so, set in a Vampire Au??
Reader is interested in Snape, but Snape does not have reciprocated feelings. Reader tries multiple times to change Snape's mind, with no victory. Meanwhile, Vamp!Lucius is trying to convince reader to join sides with him as a vampire, aka reeaallly trying to sink his fangs into them. Reader usually declines, but is beginning to lose hope on Snape, and eventually gives into Lucius. I imagine this part is kind of intense and dramatic, with Lucius turning Reader, RIGHT in front of Snape, creating a sudden shift in feelings from him. Idk, I was hoping for like a jealous Snape kind of thing??? This has been playing over and over in my head.
I love your Snape story that you wrote so I decided to request! Maybe reader is a Seventh year Gryffindor, and they've always excelled at potions, like making potions just clicked with them from the first class they had. Snape is conflicted once reader gets older because they spend more time in the potions room practicing and Snape develops feelings? And he doesn't know what to do because age gap and the fact that they're Gryffindor but then one day reader just kisses him? Smut maybe? Thanks! :)
(I’M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG!!!)There she was again, he thought, always honing her skills. You were at the bench in the dungeon classroom, your eyes quickly scanning the book beside you and finely chopping the ingredients with a sharp knife. You scooped up the bits of dried batwing and mugwort, tossing them into the gently simmering liquid in the cauldron. You could not feel his eyes on you but he was watching.The dark haired Potions Master pretended to look busy, a book in front of his prominent nose as he sat at his desk, but he would peer over the leather bound edges to watch what you were doing. He remembered your apprehension on the first day you were in his classroom, and now you were weeks from graduating. But instead of slacking off like most of the other students, you were here hard at work. He couldn’t help but admire your drive, figuring it must be tough to forgo time with your friends to be here. Surely a talented and beautiful Gryffindor witch like yourself had plenty of friends. He stopped himself briefly, looking back to the words in his book as he silently chastised himself for thinking you beautiful. Very unprofessional.
"I think I got it, finally!“ you exclaimed, a smile stretching across your face as the cauldron bubbled with a faint gold glow emitting from the top. One of the most difficult potions to make, Felix Felicis, also called Liquid Luck. You had been working on this potion for months. It was the toughest potion you could legally make in this class, and even then Professor Snape had to fight Dumbledore to let you attempt. Your hands were shaking slightly, the excitement and nerves getting to you for the final check by your professor. You smoothed down your gold and crimson tie. Severus heard your excitement and set his book down, lurking over as only he did to your position. You watched his intent, dark eyes as he examined your cauldron, taking the spoon in the pot and gently ladling the liquid to look at its viscosity. It shimmered in the lamplight. "This looks correct,” he murmured as he continued to study it. But instead of pride in raising such a fine pupil, why did he feel more melancholy than usual? You bit your lip, eyes wide and looking up at the taller man. “I hope so, I know I have to wait and let it settle until tomorrow but all the work is done. My final project,” you said, a little bit of half-sad sigh to your voice. You knew this would mean no reason to come back and bother the Professor like you had throughout your career at Hogwarts. Sure, you loved potions, they just made sense to you, but you also admired Professor Snape and wanted him to be pleased with you.
You worked hard for 2 years before you got that first half-smile out of him for a successful project; no easy feat for a Gryffindor. “Indeed,” Professor Snape responded, his dark eyes quickly evading yours, “you make come back for your potion and to clear your belongings out any time tomorrow. I will be here.” The man then turned on his heel and exited the classroom to his office, the large wooden door closing loudly behind him. You watched the door a moment and then quickly gathered up your notes and other belongings, taking another look at the cauldron with the shimmering liquid. Looking briefly again at the door, you procured a small vial, spooning just a small amount of the potion into it, corking it and stuffing it in your pocket. You checked the door once more. Nothing. You bit your lip as you quickly hurried out, back to your dorm. Severus did not hear you leave but knew you must have gone by now as he leaned against the oak door separating him from the classroom. His face with its typical grim demeanor, he walked over to his desk, slumping down into the chair with a sigh. Tomorrow would more than likely be the last day he would see you in this private setting and somehow that was upsetting to him. He grit his teeth hard, cursing himself silently for behaving so ridiculously. He had seen students come and go before and he had never given any a second thought. So why could he not get you out of his head? The man slammed his hands down onto his desk with slight force before opening a compartment in his desk, bringing a shot glass and a slightly dusty bottle of firewhiskey out. This is my punishment he thought to himself, pouring himself a full shot of the liquor. He damned himself for you being on his mind when he knew he could not be further from yours as he knocked back the drink. The strong burn clawed at the back of his throat. This was going to be a long night.You sat on your bed, gazing out the window. The sun was hanging lower in the sky as you watched all the students on the lawn shooting off fireworks from the tips of their wands, dancing, laughing. There was a party going on before graduation, food, games. You held the vial up to the light and watched it shimmer. This is all you had. Rolling over onto your back with a deep sigh you held your arm outstretched looking at the vial. Maybe there was something you could do before the school year ended. Before you left for good. But you figured that would take a lot more than a bit of novice-brewed liquid luck to accomplish. You sighed once more, quickly burying yourself under your covers and drifting off to sleep, still clutching the vial. Severus did not have as peaceful of a night. The hallways were dark and the cold seeped through the cracks in the dungeon walls as the older man clumsily slammed down the shot glass. Only a small amount of the amber liquid still sloshed in the large bottle. He could feel his body numbing and his brain feeling fuzzy. Sure, it dulled the aggravation but his mind kept traveling back to you. Your intelligence. Your beauty. He never meddled in your affairs or knew too much about you outside of the classroom, he knew it would only disappoint him. He knew you must have somebody special. Probably a seeker on the Quidditch Team or something. He grumbled as he continued to fight even having thoughts like that. It shouldn’t matter to him whether or not you have somebody. It shouldn’t matter that you had the prettiest eyes and the softest smile and how he adored the way your face lit up when you did something correctly. He put his head down on his desk, his dark hair spreading out over his belongings. “What am I going to do,” he slurred out, to himself before falling asleep in a drunken haze.The sun peeked through the shades as the dawn rose over Hogwarts castle.You awoke with your hair plastered to the side of your face, groggy from the long night’s sleep. Your brain snapped into action as you realized you no longer held the vial and scrambled through your bedding, relaxing when you found it intact just underneath your pillow. “The vial itself is lucky,” you smirked a little to yourself. Getting ready for the day you brush out your hair and get dressed, your fingers running over the glass vial every few moments, just making sure it’s there. You adjust your red and gold tie before hopping down the stairs and out into the halls. You could feel your nerves tightly wound, and your hands were clammy from fear. This will be it, you thought. You tried to eat some breakfast at the Great Hall, a spread of toast, eggs and assorted pastries and other delights all laid out for the graduating class. But you couldn’t eat. Your stomach was in a knot thinking about Professor Snape and seeing him for the last time before getting your degree. You looked up in case he had come in for breakfast, but his seat was absent. You nibbled a little toast before giving up and leaving. You did not want to go to him so early in the day but bit your lip when you hesitated. It was now or never. You could not stall and put it off or it’d be too late. Confronting him now was the only way. Besides, you shrugged to yourself, if everything goes as bad as you think it will you have the rest of the day to drink and cry. Before you had time to procrastinate any more about it, you realized your feet had carried you to his door. Your fingers curled tightly around the vial as your eyes narrowed slightly in determination. Enough for an hour, if it works, that’s all you’d need. You uncorked the small vial and chugged. The nervousness faded slightly as you felt the magic of the brew wash over you, but the possibility of it being incorrectly made and killing you painfully also weighed on your mind. You knocked on the door, figuring it’d be better to die in the classroom than in the hallway. “Come in,” the deep voice reverberated through the door.You gulped and entered, looking up at the tall man clad in black standing by your bench. His eyes locked with yours a moment and you could feel your heart swell. He paused and let your eyes linger in his, capturing your face to his memory before looking down at your belongings.“I organized everything,” the man almost mumbled, touching the top of one of your potion books gently, “I did not like the mess on my table,” he lied. “Oh, I’m sorry,” you stammered out, the anxiety creeping back in, “I should have come by sooner.” “No, it’s fine,” he said quickly, gritting his teeth for saying that. “It was something to do, anyway. I finished inventory last week.”“Right,” you said looking down at your feet. You moved to be beside him and began piling your books into your satchel that had been slung over your shoulder. You stuffed the books in and paused with your hands slightly clenched. It was now, or never. You had Felix Felicis on your side. You could do this. You could try. “Is something wrong-” Professor Snape began to ask as he noticed your pause but was interrupted with your soft lips upon his. You could feel your adrenaline rushing through your body as you finally felt what you had had been imagining nearly your entire school career. You meant it only to be a brief kiss but got carried away, lingering on his lips. Finally, you pulled away and gazed up at the older man, studying his slightly-lined face and dark eyes for any expression. Your lips quivered as you attempted to speak, unsure what he was thinking. A small smile crept across his lips as his hand reached out to cup your face tenderly and leaned in to kiss you again. That jolt coursed through your veins again as your lips connected once more, pressing harder against the man’s body and stretching your arm around his shoulder, your other arm pressed against his warm chest.You parted your mouth slightly, gently caressing the tip of his tongue with yours and felt both the warmth of his body against yours and the heat coursing through your bloodstream. Suddenly, he pulled away and you looked up at him slightly worried. His arms wrapped around you firmly he pressed his forehead against yours. A deep chuckle reverberated in his chest.“Well, it is safe to say your potion was a success,” Severus murmured with a smirk to his lips but your blood ran cold. “W-what?” you stammered out, your face flushing. How did he know you used the liquid luck for this to happen? Was this all a ruse? “Your Felix Felicis. It worked perfectly,” his dark eyes looked into yours, slightly puzzled about why you looked so frightened. Suddenly, he doubted saying anything. Maybe he should have kept it a secret and just had enjoyed it until it ran out. The smile disappeared from his face as the giddiness ran out. “I may have tried some, before you got here,” he said quietly and looked down as he let you go from his embrace, “I had hoped that it would help me… With you.” Severus suddenly felt very ashamed, looking away. He began to feel that, while it was a luck potion and not a love potion, it seemed he had cheated the system. In his mind, he quickly tried to come up with an apology, or how to even begin apologizing for violating a student of his like this because of his own ridiculous obsession with her over the years.
As he scrambled for words with the guilt weighing his brain down he heard a light giggle that turned into an uproarious laugh from the young woman beside him. Perplexed, he looked at you, searching for an explanation for the joy stricken across your face. “I took some right before I knocked on your door,” you looked up at him, guiltily, a shy smile across your face, “seems like that six months of work wasn’t necessary after all.”You saw the relief wash over the older man’s face as he chuckled and embraced you once more, his warm scent infiltrating your nostrils. Your giggles subsided as he lifted your chin delicately in his fingers. “I suppose we need to stay together until it wears out,” a small, devilish smirk ran across his face, “just to be sure, of course.” You grinned and nodded, “Obviously,” you concurred as his lips met yours again with an intense passion, his tongue slipping into your mouth and making you tingle all over. His arm wrapped around the small of your back as he pressed your body closer to his. It was the end of your time at Hogwarts but the start of a new, exciting journey.
Yule Ball: Part III - Professor Snape x Reader [Smut]
Synopsis: You and Professor Snape sort out a poorly written examination in his classroom, but somebody sees. With your reputations at stake, only magic can save you now... and a little of something else too, at a time most inopportune.
Notes: Sorry this is three days late, but I wanted to edit it to perfection, since it’s been a year since the last part! Enjoy, I love all of you so much. Happy holidays x
@fandom-puff (sorry I know there are so many more ppl who asked to be tagged but I lost track!)
Part One
Part Two
Part Four
The soft bubbling in his classroom late at night was comforting to Severus. He found it helped him think... and grade test scores, as per what he was currently preoccupied with. The moon is full outside, shining through what little window Snape had left uncovered. He ignores the squawk of Hagrid's distant Hippogriff (that thing takes pleasure in ensuring he never got any peace and quiet as of ten o clock at night) and gets back to the paper. He scowls.
"What is it with these twits?" he murmurs to himself, using his wand to mark a large "fail" on Ron Weasley's test, flopping it onto the pile of Fred and George's equally dismal efforts. Just then, he flips to one with your neat, flowery handwriting on it, and stops.
Well, what's the problem? Just mark it as you would any other student. Besides, this will be nice and quick. (y/n) always gets a perfect score on my examinations.
Beginning to read though, he finds himself beginning to frown. Wrong... another one wrong... He looks up at the ceiling, and clenches his jaw. Of course. Why should he expect any less, when you'd been all over him for the past month?
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The next afternoon, you’re wiling away potions by watching your quill spin in its inkwell. Wandless magic, along with perfecting the art of apparition, is something you’d been trying your hand at for years, and the fruits of your labor are just starting to manifest now.
“Miss (y/l/n).”
Your attention moves up to Professor Snape, at the head of the potions room.
This your last class of the day, before a much needed weekend rest. You're supposed to get the test grades back this afternoon, and you have to say you're excited-- you studied long and hard for it, attempting to make Snape proud of a little more than your talents of bewitchment.
"Miss (y/l/n). May I see you after class?"
You smile to yourself. "Of course, sir." You expect he'll reward you, calling you his good girl, telling you all about how much you deserve him tonight. Snape was rarely pleased with anything, but you're sure he'd find exception in your astounding work.
After class had finished on the note of homework and groaning, you stay in your seat, assuring your friends you’d catch up later. Once the rest of the unassuming students had filed out, you move to get up and join him by his desk, but he strides over before you can, thwacking the test down in front of you.
"What… is this?"
You look down at it, and give him a charming smile. "The best damn exam you'll ever grade."
Snape makes a noise halfway between a laugh and a groan, sarcasm dripping as he says, "I insist you take a second look."
You frown, and look down at your work, flipping through. As you do, you become more and more frustrated. "But-- but I knew this one! This is... this was clearly draught of the living death..."
"Was it?" Snape asks patiently, staring at you with his arms folded, "I pray you never need to brew it, then."
You huff, glaring up at him. "Do you know, I studied for hours for this--"
"Don't lie to me," he hisses, "I know what you're doing. Fail the exam, get called up to see me when everyone else is safely in their dormitories and get the punishment of a lifetime.” He leans in, glowering. “I know how your mind works."
You balk. "You actually think I'd sacrifice my grades in potions to have sex with you?! You have more of an ego than I thought, professor!"
Snape sputters. It does sound quite far fetched the way you put it, but...
"Perhaps your exams are a little too hard," you raise your eyebrows, and push the test away from you.
"Perhaps. Perhaps I was mistaken as well..." He holds his frown. "I want a perfect grade next time, do you understand me?"
"Oh, perfectly. It's just I've been so preoccupied with extra activities, like the frog choir, that whole tri-wizard competition-- I mean the tournaments are bloody thrilling! They'll be leaving soon, anyway, with all the visitors. Also McGonagall's lessons..."
"There's nothing Professor McGonagall can do that I can't do twice as ruthlessly."
"Yes. I know," you smirk.
“Do not let it happen again. My class takes precedence… you should know that by now.” Snape waits, and when you don't get up to leave, sighs. "That will be all, Miss (y/l/n)."
“Will it?”
He turns back at your teasing tone, and already feels a headache coming on. He fell right into your trap… which wasn’t even a trap in the first place. He brought this on himself, truly. Perhaps he should just forget how to feel guilty. After all, how many times had this happened?
"I'm not wearing anything beneath my robes."
Snape gives a tight lipped smile. "I was never foolish enough to believe you were."
"Proved it a bit difficult in class..." you begin to shrug the robes off, "Malfoy was hanging over my shoulder the whole time, it's a bloody miracle he didn't get an eyeful.”
"Perhaps he did," Snape muses, "We'll never know." You watch him closely, parting your legs. He still looks hesitant, even after all these times.
"We don't have to if you don't want to," you bite your lip, starting to undo the robe, "But Professor… I want to."
He puts a hand on yours to stop you, and you look up in surprise. Maybe this is really where he would take a stand... you were wondering when he would.
But he smacks your hand away, giving you that look. "Don't touch." He turns you around, and slots himself behind you, dark hair falling against your cheek. "That's. My. Job."
You grin, and he slowly opens your robes, admiring how your tie falls between your breasts, perfectly centered.
"This will have to come off," he murmurs, taking the tie with the tip of his fingers, then stops. "Unless..."
"What?" you breathe.
He hums thoughtfully, eyes narrowing. "Perhaps I ought to make sure you receive what you deserve. It was an abysmal examination score, after all..."
A thrill runs through you. "What do you mean?"
"This is the third time we've done this, and somehow I doubt it will be the last. You believe I'd let you get off without a punishment for your dangerous behavior?"
"I believe you'd let me get off.”
"Silence." Though he maintains most of his stern expression, you can sense his impulse to smirk. He takes the tie off, and ties it around your wrists behind your back, laying your back on his desk. He then begins to slowly tug the robes off, and groans when he sees your breasts bare to him in full. You moan, stretching your arms, and bite your lip, blinking up at him.
"You don't deserve what you have in mind," he whispers, "You deserve my lips on you, teasing you, bringing you close until I deny you what you need. That is what you get when you don't take my class seriously."
You whimper, rubbing your thighs together. "But Professor... please, I haven't touched myself all week."
He narrows his eyes. "Why? Preparing for something, were we?"
You avert eye contact, blushing. "I..."
"Go on."
"I expected a good grade. I thought you would reward me, daddy."
Snape inhales sharply at the name, and you see his hips start to slightly shift to rub against the desk. "Well, we both saw how that turned out. Knickers, off."
Just as you're reaching down, you both hear someone mutter an 'alohamora.' The door swings open on you and Snape. There, a boy your age stands, eyes a fraction wider.
"Krum," you breathe. He seems caught, and slowly backs away. Snape's eyes widen slightly, and you pull your robes back on. Before you can run after the visiting student though, your professor grabs your arm, tugging you back.
"He'll tell Karkarov," you protest desperately.
"He will," Snape nods, "Let him. There is little he can prove. It will just seem like dirty sportsmanship for the Durmstrang visitors to try and smear the reputation of one of Hogwarts' best teachers.”
Still... it was unnerving.
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The next day, you're far more on edge than usual. A meeting had been called, as Snape had relayed to you, and you’re both so sure it’s about… that.
You lay on your bed, flicking your wand about as a feather dances atop you. It floats up, down, with each unspoken leviosa of your wand, and finally, you let it fall against your chest. You would much rather be practicing your apparating—it was a little harder, and would take your mind off the possibility of your getting expelled.
You try and push the thoughts of Snape out of your head, and replace them with where you want to apparate. Focus… focus…
In Dumbledore’s office, Snape takes his seat alongside McGonagall, Dumbledore, Sprout, Flitwick, Karkaroff, and Maxime. Pursing his lips and narrowing his eyes, he doesn’t say a word.
“Well. Let us bring to attention why this meeting has been called,” McGonagall begins, and Dumbledore nods.
“Quite right, Minerva. There has been an incident.”
In your dorm, you concentrate hard on apparating to the library. If you could only… focus…
“A special thank you to Karkaroff, for one his boys, Victor Krum, bringing this situation to our attention,” Dumbledore goes on. “It is a matter we here at Hogwarts, take very seriously.”
Snape is about to open his mouth, when he feels something under the table, directly in front of his legs.
You glance around, confused. Where had you ended up?
“A matter, I might say, that could even have serious repercussions if not looked into further.”
“Mon Dieu,” Maxime tuts, “What has happened, Albus?”
Oh, shit. Oh, shit! Your subconscious had won out. You had been thinking of Severus too much when trying to apparate, and had apparated to the meeting.
Snape could not, for the life of him, figure out what had just materialized between his legs. Pretending to drop a vial from his sleeve, he reached down to check… and the two of you came face to face.
Snape’s eyes widen, then he narrows them into slits. The glare is threatening in every way it could be, and you cower back a little.
I didn’t mean to, you try to mouth, but he’s already sat up again. His boot comes up, and lays to rest on your stomach, keeping you far away from him, yet close enough so the others can’t feel you. If anyone else was to check under the table, it’s not like you have an invisibility cloak—you’d both be dead meat.
“What, might I inquire, would this matter be?” Severus asks, in the most level voice he can manage. He was absolutely furious that you were where you were. Had you no shame? He was about to lose his job over this! You were simply taunting fate, at this point.
“I’m very glad you asked, Severus,” Karkaroff interjected with sinister glint in his eyes, “For this matter concerns you.”
Between his legs under the table, you try to apparate back. Only… you didn’t apparate with your wand on you. Damn wandless magic! Now you couldn’t get back.
“What have I got to do with anything, pray tell, Igor?” Snape is doing a rather good job of sounding unimpressed, bored even. You start to squirm, listening to his deep voice. It still does things to you, even in a situation like this. Especially in a situation like this.
“It is a matter of something Krum saw, Severus,” Dumbledore says slowly, “Something troubling indeed.”
Under the table, desire starts to creep up on you. You had been given a very rare, very exciting opportunity here. You could get back at Snape for grading your test badly, and have a little fun along the way… two can play at that game.
“You see, we have learned that it involves one of our students here at Hogwarts,” Minerva says sternly, “Namely, Miss (y/l/n) of (y/house) house.” You hesitate, then take the chance to unlatch him.
“Miss (y/l/n)?” Snape quirks a brow, “A model student.”
“Seems like such a lovely girl. Tres jolie,” Maxime comments.
Snape begins to frown, feeling your hands on his breeches. You weren’t. You wouldn’t…
“Yes, well there’s no doubt about that,” Flitwick says, “But the news we have heard of her is nothing short of shocking! Nothing we would expect from a young lady of her stature.” You take Snape out of his pants, half hard, and close your mouth softly around his tip. He tries to swat you off, but you dodge him.
“No doubt,” Minerva agrees.
“Surely…” Snape swallows, shifting his hips, “Whatever she has done… can be forgiven?” Oh….
“Why would you be so quick to forgive her, Severus?” Minerva asks, “We haven’t even learned of the situation.”
“I only wish to reprimand students when reprimandation is wholeheartedly deserved,” Snape clenches his jaw, giving you a good whack with his knee, “Otherwise, such punishment would subsequently lose its value.”
“Well. With that I agree,” Sprout speaks up, “But this, from what we’ve been led to believe, is a very serious issue!”
“Out with it, then,” Snape annunciates in that menacing tone, “What exactly has she done, and how exactly… does it involve me?” His hand grabs you by the hair under the table, and tightens. If you’re going to play with him like this, then he will remain in control.
“Why don’t we simply ask the boy himself?” Karkaroff smirks, and with a whisk of his wand and the utterance of Dumbledore’s secret password, the doors open. Victor Krum comes in, rigid as if he had been trained for battle. He gives a swift bow, and stands before them.
“Tell us what you saw, Victor,” Minerva encourages. Krum looks to everyone, brow furrowed. Snape guides your head, gritting his teeth. He’s already close, and he can faintly hear you moaning like a whore.
“Wait for a moment,” Filius says, holding up a finger, “I hear something strange.”
Snape coughs, trying to overpower the sounds of him getting his dick sucked by a slutty little student. “Must be Hagrid’s Hippogrif,” he grumbles, “The infernal thing does not know how to quiet down.”
“Buckbeak only caws at night,” Filius frowns, “This sounds much closer.”
Snape begins to sweat. This was it. If you didn’t quiet down your sounds of pleasure from under the table, you would both be found out, and that would be that. Disgraced, humiliated, cast out--
Igor clears his throat in irritation, and attention is once again collectively returned to Krum. Snape relaxes a little bit, this being the only time he’s ever praised his old death eater friend for interrupting something.
You smirk under the table, quieting your moaning down a little as Snape slams you back into him, your lips sliding down even further over his cock with each thrust into your mouth. It feels so good to be used, especially in such a dangerous situation—you’d never been so wet in your life, and you start to rub yourself, gasping softly and gagging on his large cock.
Snape curses you out in his mind. You’re a troublemaker, more than a troublemaker, and absolutely disobedient little girl. What he wouldn’t do to slam you down over a desk right at this very moment and teach you a real lesson.
“Go on,” Minerva encourages Krum gently, “What you say will never leave this room.”
“Unless required,” Flitwick sniffs, straightening his tie.
“Oh, Merlin,” Snape grunts, crumpling forward a little. He’s on the edge, he’s about to come… Everyone turns to him, their stares burning.
“Something to say, Severus?” Karkaroff jabs, sneering.
Snape’s eyelids flutter, and he white knuckles the table as his orgasm hits him. You moan under the table, feeling it on your tongue, and you come as well, biting back a whine. Fuck, you’re hit little whore… oh, yeah…
“Severus?” Minerva prods, frowning. Snape clenches his jaw, regaining his foothold on the conversation.
“Only a reminder that I am very busy and do not have all day. Consider this an encouragement, Mr. Krum, to spit it out,” he growls, then his lips tug up ever so slightly. “Though not everyone present in this room must take that advice.”
You hold back a giggle, and swallow dutifully.
Through the confused stares of the heads of houses, Krum finally speaks. Snape holds his breath, and you listen carefully, nerves buzzing. At least you went out with a bang.
“I was walking past Professor Snape’s classroom,” Krum begins, staring at the dark Slytherin head of house, “And…” Everyone seems to lean forward. “And spotted (y/n)…”
“Yes?” Sprout murmurs. Snape worries the inside of his lip. This was it. Perhaps he could apparate as smoothly as you had, out of this room. Though he could never match your impeccable timing, surely.
“—I spotted (y/n) stealing lacewing flies from Professor Snape’s personal storage.”
Snape nearly drops his jaw. Everyone at the table looks terribly scandalized, and he counts his blessings that it is not for the reason they should.
“Allow me… to explain,” he says, fixing himself discreetly under the table. “I had given (y/n) an assignment outside of class protocol, brewing a specially modified batch of polyjuice potion for extra credit. I have been tutoring her as somewhat of an apprentice.” He looks up at Krum with a curious sort of respect. “I… appreciate your diligence in reporting what would typically be an unforgivable offense against my private collection of ingredients, Mr. Krum. However, in this particular case… no further action is required, at the bidding, of course, of Headmaster Dumbledore.”
Dumbledore opens his hands. “Your explanation is quite sufficient, Severus. I see no further need to pursue any consequence toward Miss (y/l/n), if her intentions were warranted and academic.”
You sigh in relief under the table, and Snape smirks. Karkaroff is fuming, thinking the matter would absolutely ruin him. The potions master lifts his chin.
“Will that be all, then?”
“Yes.”
“Good,” he growls, and rises. He gets out a small vial, and hands it to you under the table, as the others talk amongst themselves.
“Drink,” he mutters, and you do. Before your eyes, you begin to turn invisible. His potion-brewing abilities never fail to astound you. Flitwick and Sprout spot the slight elevation in the tablecloth as you get out and follow Snape. They frown at one another, and check for an open window anywhere in the office.
You follow Snape to his classroom, and this time, he locks the door.
“You are lucky he said what he did, you little harlot.”
You smirk, the small vial already wearing off. “He knows Hermione. Hermione knows me. It’s only natural he’d cover for me.”
“And what you did back under the table?!” he continues, cape billowing as he paces. You grimace a little, waiting for that. He just sighs, glancing at you. “Will be the reason for my nightly shut-ins.”
You saunter over, kissing his cheek. “I knew you’d thank me.” He doesn’t look up.
“Hardly. Detention for the remainder of the school year.”
“But sir!” You slowly start to realize what that means. “Ah. Yes, sir.”
He can’t help but smile to himself as you leave for your dormitory, admiring your uniform on the way out. Perhaps he hadn’t taken such leave of his senses when he had found you that night at the Yule Ball, as he had so forced himself to believe. Perhaps, instead, he had come to them.
Hey, I'm the anon for the Occlumency thingy request. To define "odd", I'm not really sure either actually haha. Maybe she's just not your average Slytherin. Maybe she's usually really quiet, doesn't join in on bullying someone from the other houses, maybe even most of her friends are from the other houses. Basically just anything that would make her stick out from the other Slytherins. I trust your writing abilities, I'm sure you'll make this great :)
( I hope you don’t mind the direction I took with this! I thought a little fluff-beginning thing would be cute with this idea!)You sat in the back of the Potion's classroom, your head bent down with your nose buried in a book. The shuffling of footsteps and laughter could be heard as they other students meandered into the classroom. Your eyes glanced over the pages to them but quickly went back to reading. You could feel the classroom fill up with the students intermingled with different houses, except the Slytherin, of course. They always liked to stick together. That is, except for you. Your bench remained empty as the rowdy kids quieted down and let out a quiet sigh. You really were so tired of all the childish shennanigans that went on with these younger students and you were grateful that soon you'd be out of Hogwarts, although apprehensive of just what you'd do next. The class bell rang and you quickly slid your book back into your satchel, pulling your quill and parchment out before slightly adjusting your silver and green tie. The imposing Potions Master quickly entered the room as if to catch anyone off guard. You kept your lips pursed as you watched him. You admired him more than anyone, and even your other housemates did not respect their Head like you did. You could feel his eyes look at you, even just for a moment, and could tell that you were not alone in your thoughts. Luckily, you were not only an avid reader but a very skilled witch, adept at Occlumens, and the dark-haired man just saw you thinking about today's lesson. You knew how to compartmentalize your thoughts. It helped you deal with the loneliness and, in situations like these, it kept your secrets safe. But you never quite were sure why he checked on you so often, you only knew you wished to hide the fact you were secretly glad he did. But then again, you wavered in your mind, maybe he did this with everyone.The lesson began and you started taking your notes, but the snickering of a group of male students to your right was distracting you. Your eyes narrowed as you tried to focus on Professor Snape's words and not their obnoxious laughter. You shot a nasty glare at the group who seemed pleased to have gotten your attention and you tried to stifle the boiling in your blood as you realized you had given them what they had wanted. The lesson continued as you wondered why the Professor hadn't done anything yet. Probably because they're Slytherins you thought to yourself.
Suddenly, you heard a strange noise."Pssst," one of the boys hissed from his seat a row back and to the right of you. Attempting to ignore it made the noise occur even louder, to the point other students had begun to turn their heads.
"What?" you responded, finally in an angry whisper. The blonde snickered and quickly passed a note that you took unconsciously, trying to get the annoyance to stop.
"You," the low and menacing voice boomed from the chalkboard, "I will not have distractions and note-passing tolerated in my class. Detention," the man said, curtly, his eyes narrowed on you. Fear washed over you as you had never been in trouble before, and disappointing Professor Snape was at the top of your list of things you did not want to do."Yes, Sir," you said, meekly, looking down to the scrap you had been passed. It had unfolded and just said DORK. Classy, you thought. Your eyes darted down back to your parchment as you felt the prying again in your brain and, again, did not reveal your true feelings about this matter and instead showed just a typical disappointment but focus on the class. You sighed and listlessly scribbled your notes until class ended. Now to wait until your detention...
After occupying yourself in the library, but mostly deliberating your sentence, you crept down the stairs to the dungeons for your Potions detention. You felt as if all eyes were on you, and somehow everybody could tell you were "in trouble". Your teeth clenched as you knocked on the door and the voice beckoned you to enter.You glanced at the tall, dark man sitting at his desk for a moment before ducking your head down and scurrying to your seat at the front, opening up your parchments, waiting for your punishment."For detention, I want you to write out," the older man paused for dramatic effect, locking eyes with you, "why you let the others make fun of you." You looked down and grit your teeth, "yes, Sir" you muttered, angry at the idea of introspection. As you scribbled down various, logical reasons why you would allow them to bother you instead of standing up to them you felt the nudge at your brain once more.
Fed up, you blurted out, "Stop trying to read my mind, Professor Snape! I'm trying to concentrate!" and as soon as you had finished your eyes widened as you looked up to him, who had his eyebrows raised in slight shock. He paused, thoughtfully, before looking at you,
"How long have you been able to block me?" he said, his voice attempting to conceal the surprise that you could. "A while. As long as you've been trying. I just want to be left alone, Sir," you mumbled the last part, "my mind isn't just for anyone to look into."You did not hear him, but when you looked up the man was at your desk, looking down at you."Well, then, maybe you would be willing to talk about what is in your mind instead," he said quietly as your eyes met his dark pools. Your heart jumped a little as you saw understanding in his eyes. You looked down with a slight blush on your face as you heard the chair beside you move.
"You can talk to me. After all, I am the head of your house," he said gently, "and it would be a shame if a witch as skilled as you was wasted writing silly notes in detention."You felt as if everything you had gone through was heaved out of your body as you began talking with Severus Snape, the man quiet and pensive, watching you as you explained the bullying, the seclusion, the struggles you faced. You began to realize as you spoke, that it must have been similar for him, even just from the way the other students mutter about him.It seemed that two isolated, lonely souls made a little connection that night. A glimmer of hope for the both of them.
« Do you just love me because I look like her? Or do I actually mean something to you?? » - Snape x Reader, Reader finds a photo of Lily who looks exactly like Reader.
(Hope you like it! I’m a bit rusty and I’m trying not to make these too long but here it goes! :D )
It was a slow day in Hogwarts castle. Graduation had just finished and while you were apart of the graduating class, there was someone who made you linger behind. You now sat in his Potion's room, admiring all of the different shaped bottles that lined the towering shelves. "He never cleans up this place," you thought to yourself, figuring you might as well keep yourself busy as you waited for the dark-haired professor to return from his end-of-year meeting with the Headmaster. You found a duster that probably needed its own dusting tucked away in the back of his cleaning closet. Smiling a little to yourself, you began to study the room, looking for a shelf that needed the most cleaning. At the corner of the room you spied the bookshelf, practically taken over by spiders. You shook your head slightly to yourself as you made your way over and began dusting the old-fashioned muggle way. Your eyes scanned the spines of the old books, and sometimes your finger brushed the golden lettering or details in the leatherwork. By the time you got to the third shelf, you noticed something odd. One book between the rest had no dust on it. You cocked your head slightly to the side as your fingers delicately traced the top. "The Practicality of Fresh Blossoms in Potion Making"? you murmured to yourself, reading the delicate, daresay flowery, writing. You couldn't recall Severus ever using fresh flowers in his potions and yet this book seemed to be frequently used.Your heart rate started to increase as you picked the leather-bound work up, opening it up to a place where something seemed wedged between the yellowed pages. You felt your stomach sink and your limps grow numb as your eyes hit the small photograph that laid delicately next to an illustration of Lilium candidum.Your brain tried to wrack itself around this discovery. That wasn't you. You know that wasn't you. And yet, she looked almost exactly like you. The hair the same shade as yours and just about the same length. You trembled slightly as you remembered he said you would look would look attractive with longer hair, so you grew it out. And her eyes. Expressive, large and the shape you could swear was similar to yours.
Is this her? you thought to yourself, nearly choking on the idea. The woman that Severus confided in you that he had once loved. The woman who he was still fighting for after her gruesome murder that he blamed himself for. You remember him telling you these things with a hushed intensity, his dark eyes not meeting yours as he told you the secrets you needed to hear. So you would know who he was now, and if you were going to truly love him, to love who he was in full.You were still trying to grasp what this meant, your eyes staring into the photograph as your breath shook slightly that you only snapped out of it when you heard a deep, sultry voice behind you."What are you doing?" the velvet voice asked and you snapped your head to attention, your knuckles white from gripping the book tightly as you turned to him."W-what is this?" you stammered out, your throat dry. The man's sullen face usually betrayed no emotion, yet shock was clear on his face."How did you-" he began to speak, the shock dropped from his face as he looked at the book with intensity."It's her, isn't it" you choked out, the photo beginning to slide across the page as your hands trembled, "why does she look like me. W-Why do I look like her?" you corrected yourself, your eyes meeting his that quickly averted.You paused for an answer but received none. Shaking, you quickly slammed the book shut and put it down on the shelf beside you, your hands betraying you and nearly dropping it. Your fists clenched shut at your sides as your eyes studied the floor."Am I.. Am I just a replacement?" you managed to squeak out as your face began to flush, your eyes hot with tears you fought to push back.You watched through your blurry vision the first tear drip onto the dark stone floor, leaving a tiny patch of darkness in the grey. But before another could fall, you felt strong arms encircling you, the familiar scent of the Potion's Master entering your nostrils as you felt your face being pushed to his warm chest. Part of you wanted to fight it, to yell, to push him away. But your body did nothing but tremble. You heard a deep sigh and felt his hand travel to your hair, softly massaging the back of your head. You could feel his chest rumble as he began to speak,"You... could never replace her," he paused, considering his words as you wretched out a sob, "but," he continued, "I do not want you to." You sniffled, trying to regain your composure, wanting to hear more but scared to speak."It's true there are...Similarities. Not just looks, either," his dulcet voice murmured, "she was also extremely intelligent, noble and loyal."You inched your face upward to catch his eyes, your face stained with tears. Severus stepped back, cupping your face gently with one hand and his dark eyes felt like they were engulfing yours."But... you are not her. And she was not you," he looked at you intensely, "and I am grateful that, not only did I get to meet another extraordinary witch in my time here..." he paused, his thumb wiping away your tear, "but that I also managed to earn her love."
A soft kiss was placed on your forehead as he tried to give you a smile, something he was still working on."It is time to do away with the past. The future I want is with you," he said as he picked up the book, seemingly judging the weight of it in his hand before flicking his wrist and tossing it into a nearby cauldron."Incendio!" he commanded as he gracefully pulled his wand from his cape, pointing it at the cauldron. It sparked and then began to blaze, the smoke rising to the ceiling of the dungeon classroom.
You stood mesmerized at the flames licking the rim of the cauldron for a moment before feeling his fingers encircle yours and lead you out of the room, hand-in-hand.
Hello~ So far I’ve gotten one person submitting prompts, and that’s totally cool! You can totally submit more than one if you like my writing, and I will continue to write to the best of my ability!
I’ve also been cranking these out pretty efficiently but seeing as I mysteriously lost 2 hours writing yesterday (seriously I looked at the clock and was like... what?)
So, if I do get more prompts, or even keep getting them I might have to pace myself and also try re-reading my work and fixing it. I’m trying not to take this too seriously because that’s how I get burned out, though.
So, yeah, I’ll let anyone following this blog know if I’m going to be missing or not releasing anything for a long time (when there are prompts available to me) but otherwise I’m going to do my best to get anything written in a few days. Weekends are busy though. :3
Anyway, thanks for listening and thanks for reading!
Synopsis: Snape goes hunting for horny students during the Yule Ball. He finds one, and is persuaded to give up his hunt for the night.
A/N: Based on this deleted scene from Goblet of Fire.
Part Two
Part Three
Your date was hot. Hot enough, at least. The Yule Ball was your chance to get a little action, as all you had been getting lately was wet over your fantasies of a certain professor. Not like he was about to take you to the ball, though.
Marvin Frotwottle, a Slytherin from your year, seventh, had seemed reasonably attractive and particularly not enthusiastic about actually attending the ball-- perfect for a little fun out in the carriages.
His breath had already fogged up the windows, and his hands were moving fast. You wished he would slow down just a little-- he may be a little young for your taste, but you don't need him coming in his dress pants.
"Marv," you whisper, "Go get us some punch."
"What?" he breathes, glaring at you through the low light of the lanterns outside, "Now?!"
"Now," you say, shoving him up.
"But it's cold out there, and..."
You roll your eyes. "You wanted to show me a good time, didn't you?"
Grumbling to himself, the tall Slytherin lets himself out of the carriage as discretely as possible and ran into the ball.
Left alone, you run a hand through your hair, and assess things. Your body, despite you wishing for a slower pace, was ready for a thorough go, judging by your soaked panties and aching breasts... you only wish someone else would take your date's place.
You bite your lip a little, and think of Marvin's head of house. Professor Snape looked extremely dashing tonight, in a form-fitting black suit and his hair a little more styled than usual. The picture in your mind of him was unbuttoning that suit over top of you now, reaching down under your dress to feel how incredibly wet you are...
"Professor," you breathe, surprised to find your fingers dancing around your heat, barely dipping inside as your dress slides further down your shoulder and piles up around your waist. Were you that desperate for his cock?
You had seen him skulking around the back of ball earlier in the evening, but you haven't seen him for a while. You wonder where he--
"It's happening again, like before."
You duck your head, hoping the fog from the windows will conceal you. That voice sounds familiar, but you can't immediately place it. They grow closer, and another joins it.
"I see no reason to discuss it."
It's Snape.
You tease your lip further into your mouth, trying not to sigh.
"Lumos!" his deep, velvet voice sounded closer now, and you hear the slam of a carriage door. "Ten points from Hufflepuff. Same from Ravenclaw."
You cover your mouth. He was searching for students fraternizing out here... he would surely deduce from the foggy windows--
"You are scared!"
"I have nothing to be scared of, Igor. Can you say the same?"
You keep your hand over your mouth, and listen to the sound of footsteps going the other way. It was either Karkaroff, Snape, or both leaving. You let out a breath, wondering what they were talking about. Just as you reach up your skirt to adjust your now-uncomfortable panties, the door swings open.
"Took you long enough, Ma..." you falter as you see Professor Snape staring down at you, arms crossed with one eyebrow raised.
"P-Professor," you gasp, wishing your arousal would give it a rest for a minute. You tighten your thighs to rub together, and realize your hand is still stuck up there. Snape's eyes flicker down to where you've got your fingers between your legs, and you think you see the tug of a wry smile on the potion master's face.
"Frotwottle not performing his best, Miss (y/l/n)?" he deadpans, and you swallow.
"I-It's not what it looks like. Sir."
"No?" he sets his jaw. "Then why, may I ask, have I discovered you occupying a carriage alone with fogged up windows and a hand up your skirts?"
You let out a shaky breath, finally removing your hand to fix your falling strap. His eyes fall to your collarbone where your fingers brush, gaze trained on the exposed skin there.
"I can explain."
"Good. Out of the carriage."
"Wait," you breathe, and he pauses, frowning a little. A shot of courage runs through you, and you find yourself letting your legs fall back open, letting the strap go as well. Snape's frown alleviates into something of conflicted intrigue, and you dare to look him in the eye. "I was hoping you could assist me Professor."
Just at the doors, Marvin comes walking out with two drinks, muttering to himself still, but quickly sees Snape standing at the door to your carriage. Backing away slowly, he turns tail and runs back in-- date or no, he'll let you take the heat from Snape.
The professor looks down at you in incredulity at your confidence.
"You've got a lot of nerve," he says slowly, and you part your legs even more.
"Sir... you were right. Marvin can't possibly satisfy me. I need a man."
"Silence," he snaps, "You will stop making a fool of yourself this instant and get out of the carriage. Do it, or I will have you expelled before you can say accio vibrator."
You balk at his words, and he gives a sardonic little purse of his lips. You sigh, and tug up your skirt some more, making one last ditch effort.
"You've got to understand... I've wanted you since fifth year. I need somebody to keep me in line. Nobody would know, sir... nobody has to."
Snape narrows his eyes, and looks at you in calculation, obviously weighing what he should do with you. On one hand, he had every reason to take these comments of yours and give you to Dumbledore for expulsion. Then again, they're hardly believable... Of course, he could simply remove you himself from the carriage, and force you back inside the castle, where he could take fifty points from your house... or he could really teach you a lesson.
"Sir?" you moan, stroking your quivering thighs. He glares down at you, and whips out his wand, stalling your hands temporarily.
"You're making a spectacle of yourself. Sit up--"
"But Professor!"
"And take the other strap down."
You stop, and quickly obey. Snape looks around furtively, gets into the carriage, and shuts the door. You waste no time in disrobing him, his buttons going one by one until you've got his chest at your fingertips. He takes his precious time with you, tentatively placing a hand on your breast and squeezing. Once he's sure you're comfortable and ready, he grips your hair, keeping your head back as he brings two fingers down to enter you.
"Soaking," he observes with a hum, "Not surprising. Given your whorish behaviour."
You moan, and he grips your jaw. "Such behaviour warrants serious reprimandation, do I make myself quite clear?" You nod nervously. "As it is... this will have to do."
He begins to rub your clit, and you arch against him, clutching his shoulders.
"Professor!"
"Keep it down, I'm supposed to be finding hormonal students, not helping them." He seems to only just realize that's exactly what he's doing, and his eyes shut in exasperation.
Your pussy clenches, and Snape notices this, running his fingers down to slowly insert one... two... three.
"Ahh," you bite on your fist. He knows exactly where to reach for. "You know... everyone thinks you're a... oh, a virgin... mmmf..."
Snape snorts. "Of course they do."
"And... are you?" you ask cheekily, and he glares down at you, not impressed.
"Do I appear to be one, Miss (y/l/n)?" he asks, curving his fingers perfectly, and you groan. After a moment, you realize he must be incredibly hard in his pants... and you want to feel him finally.
"I need more," you urge, and he sighs, undoing his belt and sliding his trousers down.
"I suppose you've had enough preparation."
"Preparation? For w..." you trail off as you see how big he is. "Oh. Mhmm."
"Take what you need," Snape growls in your ear, "So we can get back to the ball before someone thinks we're... up to something."
You nod, and almost cry out as Snape flips you over and bumps you on top of him. You slowly lower down onto his thick length, moaning all the way.
"You're so big."
"And you... you're so tight," he groans, gripping your hips, "Such a tight little cunt..." He begins to rock up into you as you hold his arms and roll your hips down, grinding until his dick finds that spot deep inside of your cunt.
"So good..." he murmurs, almost lost in his own world, "So good for me..."
"Professor," you repeat, rocking down harder. The carriage has begun to rock, but at this point, neither of you care anymore.
Leaning down, you moan his name again, and just as you're about to declare your climax, the door clicks open with a creak.
"An then I said to him, I said 'Weasley looks like the Grey Lady's bastard son t'night in that bloody dress, hah!"
You gasp, and turn to see Seamus and Dean, two fourth year Gryffindors. You quickly lean down and press your lips to Snape's, so that no one can see him-- this gets you quite the bodily reaction from the potions master.
"Ohh, lookee here, Deany!" the Irish student grins, not leaving as you had hopes, "This one's taken! It's Fruitwattler and that pretty seventh year... what was her name again? Wait... I just saw Frittenwalten inside! Who's this one, then? Guess he couldn't get it up, ehhh?!"
"I am never letting you perform that rum spell again as long as you live," Dean says tiredly, and drags his drunk boyfriend off, apologizing quickly before shutting the carriage door again.
Snape, breathing heavily, grabs you, pulling you down closer.
"Meddling students..."
"They're gone."
"Mmm, I'm close..."
"So am I," your breath hitches, and you shudder, letting your hair fall down your back as you feel your orgasm wash over you.
"Ah! Severus!"
His eyes widen, and he pushes his hips up fast, groans your name and pulls out, coming on your thigh. You use a spell to clean both of you up.
"Well," he says, managing to sit up, "This was thoroughly inappropriate."
"That's one way to describe it," you say, blowing a piece of hair out of your face.
"We don't speak of this," he says in threat, "Ever."
"You don't have to tell me, Professor." You slowly smirk. "Severus."
He goes to snap at that, but lets it go. It feels good to hear someone saying his name with such want.
"What were you doing when I found you?" he asks softly, opening the door to the carriage after dressing. You shift, sitting up.
"I really was waiting for Marvin to come back. He went to get drinks, but took his bloody time with it."
"Hm." Snape does up the last button, picking up his lantern again with a dramatic sigh. "Well... what is the phrase? You snooze... you lose." You giggle, and he grips the door. "Right yourself and get back into the dance. Ten points from (y/house)."
"But sir, that's not fair, you just--!" you protest.
"I am still a teacher, and you were still caught with your legs open on school grounds. Do. I. Make. Myself. Clear?"
You huff, and suppress your own smile. "Quite."
Snape nods with a secretive smirk, and whips around. He walks briskly off in the snow, leaving you to watch and smile after him.
Putting your dress back together (in any way you can so that not everyone knows you just fucked someone), your mind wanders back to why Snape had been talking to Karkaroff earlier in the first place, and what they had been discussing so secretively. Perhaps they were discussing the tournament? No, it was more serious than that.
Oh, well. That was none of your business, and not something to worry over on a night like tonight-- you guess dreams really do come true on Christmas Eve.
