Friday Afternoon found Severus Snape, potion master at Hogwarts sitting in his office and hitting his head repeatedly on his desk in front of him. 7th year class of Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff just left, and the room was a mess. The entire class was a bunch of dunderheads who couldn't remember one thing he had taught them in the seven years he had been teaching them. The useless lot. Even Neville Longbottom had more sense than any out of the class that was just dismissed.
Except one Ravenclaw, Alexandria Owens. She was able to create potions with ease and didn't need assistance. He never bothered to yell at her, or praise her for that matter. She had grown up over the summer and Snape hadn't recognized her first class of the semester until he took attendance. Her honey blonde hair was longer and wavier. The girl was all leg, standing next to him one day collecting ingredients had him realizing her legs were as long as his were, but her head only reached his mouth. Her blue green eyes would just suck him in. A couple of times he would get lost staring at her full pouty rose colored lips, and had to recover what he was saying in lecture. She didn't seem to notice though. He had begun to call him Alex in his head. Oh how he would love to be wrapped in those legs…taking her…making her scream. Hitting his head harder on the desk – STUDENT!! Stupid bastard- what are you THINKING!? Even if she wasn't- would she really want anything to do with you? Remember? Ugly, greasy, big nosed git! 'But ah!' said a voice, 'she wouldn't have a choice if you just took her!' The deatheater in him still rose on occasion. He would have to go to Knockturn Alley again soon, it was the only way to curb his burning ache for the girl who had so recently dominated his dreams.
Alex was going over potions class in her head. Professor Snape was acting weird. Sometimes he would stare at her and pause his lecture for a moment, and then come out of his daze and go on as usual. It wouldn't seem odd, except that it had been happening since the beginning of term. He hadn't bothered to yell at her once. And sometimes while they were working, she'd look up and catch his eye. Something wasn't right and it made her feel uneasy.
She was burning up. She had a free period before her next class. Lunch just got out, and she should be doing homework, but she just couldn't concentrate on anything. After she had left potions, Crabbe had cornered her and chased her around before casting a very poor excuse for a lust spell at her. It had hit her, but hadn't taken affect until the middle of lunch. She had gotten away from him and escaped into the Great Hall. She had gotten used to being chased by Crabbe during their third year. Thankfully the spell was poor enough where it had just made her extremely horny. If Crabbe hadn't been pure blood and wasn't friends with power hungry people, he would've been placed in Hufflepuff. Her friends had asked her if she was ok because she hadn't eaten much and looked feverish. She needed to go take care of her problem. She couldn't go back to her room because it was too risky. So she headed for her special place. It was located n the dungeons. She had only found it because her and her friends were playing around their second year and she had been running and thrown into and through the wall. Her friends couldn't get to her because they couldn't get through. She only figured out later that her hands had hit two funny shaped stones while she was falling and it deactivated the shield on the wall. Since then, she had used it on occasion when she needed to get away or study, or think about things.
She entered the room and climbed up on one of the tables. It must've been a potions classroom at one point because there were cauldrons and bottled stuff all over the room. The wood of the table was hard against her back, but she didn't care, it would suit her purpose for today. She hitched up her skirt and pulled her underwear aside eager for the release she desperately needed so she could continue her day. Rubbing her clit she soon felt the burn increase as she neared climax. With her other hand she reached up inside she shirt and stroked her aching nipples. She arched her back and was moaning. She was close….so close, a little more….then she heard a gasp, she froze and looked up.
"Miss Owens?"
She stared into the eyes of none other than Professor Snape.