Disclaimer: The world of Harry Potter belongs to J. K. Rowling. This story is in response to the 'Smut University Challenge' by Rosalie'sRevenge.
The Challenge: We choose the pairing, we are given a prompt to start or be the basis of the story. In every chapter there must be sex (not necessarily featuring the pairing involved). And each week there will be three prompts posted in which at least one prompt must be used in the next installment of the fic.
A/n: As stated above, this is for a challenge which revolves around smut and therefore this story will be rated M and have adult content. This story will also be slightly AU or perhaps not quite canon compliant, but not in any major way. Story takes place during HBP. Before each chapter I will put the three prompts and show which will be used in that particular chapter by underlining it.
Summary: Snape is appalled by the scruffy state of the Slytherin girls' uniforms and orders them to smarten up. The girls are outraged, and Tracey decides to show Snape the benefits an 'alternative' uniform can bring. PWP, in response to the 'Smut University Challenge'.
The Scars of Your Love
Prompts: Feathers, blue paint, self-pleasure.
Chapter 1: The Rebel Cause
Tracey looked up from her book when the sound of angry teen girls broke her concentration. "What is his problem?" she heard the annoying voice of Pansy Parkinson ask furiously.
"I think its the stick shoved up his arse; must be pressing in deeper," Daphne said, not sounding angry but rather slightly vexed.
"Well he can't tell us what to wear!"
"Actually Pansy, that's the whole point of uniforms," Astoria Greengrass commented as she leaned against the best post of her sisters bed.
"You're not even supposed to be in here, this is not your dorm," Pansy snarled, whirling on Astoria. The blonde girl merely huffed before standing and exiting with all her pureblood standing and exiting with all her pureblood dignity.
Tracey watched with a small smirk on her face. It was so entertaining to watch Purebloods fight amongst themselves. Daphne was wholly unconcerned with the treatment towards her sister as there was no love lost between the two Greengrass girls.
"Tracey, you have to help us," Pansy suddenly said, turning to eye the girl with wavy, dark-auburn hair that reached down to her hips. However, Tracey's moss-green eyes did not look up from the book she was laying on her stomach, reading. "Are you listening?" Pansy asked raising her voice.
"Oh, I heard you, but I have no interest in helping you. After all, I have nothing to gain but whatever punishment he's threatened you with, and I rather enjoy my free time," Tracey said, turning the page in her book and continuing to read. Or rather pretend to, as the presence of the other girls did not let her concentrate.
"Come on Tracey. You're the only one he doesn't mind-fuck," Daphne pleaded. If anyone could influence Tracey, even in the tiniest bit, it was Daphne. She was the only girl Tracey found tolerable due to her spunk and complete disregard towards her pureblood upbringing. However, Tracey still did not look up.
"Yes, besides you're a mind-terrorist. You're the only one who'd be able to get to him," Pansy put in.
"You're flattery will not sway me."
"Well what do you want?" Pansy said with a sigh.
Tracey smiled a bit at this, but hid it with her hair. Composing herself, she slowly got up on her knees and put a thoughtful expression on her face. After a few seconds of thought, before turning to Pansy.
"All night, as payment I want the choker Draco gave you fro the Yule ball, with the snake pendent encrusted with the moonstone, diamonds and emeralds for scales."
"What-"
"Also, I will require your cooperation whenever I asked, without asking questions in order to get what you want. Even if that means surrendering parts of your wardrobe to me, also with the knowledge that these clothes will I all likelihood be altered," Tracey stated in a brisk and business-like tone.
"All right," Daphne agreed.
"Easy for you to say, she's not trying to steal one of your pieces of jewelery. An expensive one at that."
"You have more expensive ones, you won't even miss it. So hand it over, or no deal," Tracey said, holding out her hand for the choker she asked for.
Pansy glared at her, however, got up and pulled it out of the Jewlery box in her trunk before slamming it into Tracey's hand. "Fine, but if you fail, you're giving it back."
Tracey smiled. "I won't fail."
O_O
Before her next Potions lesson, Tracey stood for several minutes before a mirror, contemplating what to do to alter her uniform. Usually, she wore it properly, as she was more than aware that most of the Professor's preferred them to dress properly. However, she did have her tie usually loosened, because otherwise she felt like she was being choked.
The first change she made, was a rather obvious one; Shortening the hem of her skirt by several inches, so that it was a couple inches short of reaching mid-thigh. One quick spell and it was done. She then proceeded to lengthen her socks so that they reached a couple inches above the knee.
Once she was done, she decided to untuck her shirt, and rip off a couple of her top buttons. She also shrunk the shirt, so that it was a bit more fitted than the usual, a spell that she repeated with the sweater she would wear over it. She left her tie loose enough that it didn't hinder the opening in her shirt, that showed a bit of cleavage.
For a moment, she looked over her image in the mirror. It rather showed more skin than she was used to showing, however, Tracey supposed she didn't really care. Despite the fact that she had many issues with her body, overall she knew that rationally thinking, she had a rather nice body. Once that she was aware most girls would envy.
While there were girls with bigger busts, or longer legs, her own attributes were fairly proportionate. Her chest were a little more than a handful, and her legs did look long and smooth. Besides she was thin, with decent muscles on her thighs and enough fat in arse to produce an enticing curve. She was also gifted with a small waist that had a lovely curve to her hips.
Her face wasn't bad either. It was very pretty with a dainty nose and somewhat full pink lips. She even had a tiny little beauty mark positioned by her left eye, on her cheekbone.
For a moment, she took the time to braid her wavy, layered hair to her left side. Being as her hair reached all the way down her hips, Professor Snape made her tie it, as he did with all the girls who had hair that passed their shoulders. He said that long hair would get in their way, and therefore that they best have it tied or he'd make them wear a hideous hair-net.
After tying it up, she turned to her robes and put them on, buttoning them up. The topmost button only reached up to about mid-sternum, so that you could rather see that her shirt was open and loose. Once she had managed to slip into class without Professor Snape noticing, she took her seat and took it off. Being as she was on the farthest seat to the left at the first table, Professor Snape wouldn't notice her immediately.
"What's with the the uniform, Tracey?" Blaise asked from where he stood next to her.
"What's it to you?" Tracey asked coldly. While once upon a time she may have had a crush on Blaise Zabini, her courtship with him the previous year had taught her better. Boys with looks like him, they were better off avoiding. If there was anything Tracey wanted from Blaise, besides getting her virginity back, it was to get the opportunity to crush him under her heel.
"Well for one, I could practically see the lace peaking out. Reminds me of good times," he replied, smirking at her. In turn, Tracey returned one of her iciest smiles.
"Oh Balise, feeling nostalgic? That's too bad, because its never gonna happen. You weren't even that good the first time around. Complete waste of my time," she said, turning away from him. Blaise's face contorted into one of fury, however, before he could say anything, Snape had stormed into the classroom.
After telling them what they were doing in class that day, doling out some threats and telling them the instructions were on the board, he stalked to his desk. Halfway through the lesson, he started making rounds around the classroom, pointing out people's mistakes.
Tracey, while not the best at Potions, was more than just decent. Not for nothing she was the only Slytherin girl to make it to NEWTs year Potions. Although, there wasn't very much competition in the brains department for the Slytherin girls. At least not for other girls in her year.
By the time Snape started making the rounds, she was already sitting back on her stool and stirring her cauldron while letting it simmer. She absent mindlessly stirred, as she crossed her legs and thought.
The first part of her plan was done, she wore her uniform inappropriately and snuck into class without Snape noticing. Now when he noticed, if he didn't like it, it would be too late to kick her out of class. Snape would never kick a Slytheirn out of class. Nor would he dock points or dole out detentions to a Slytherin if there were people from other houses to see it. Therefore, if he was unpleased, he would hold her after class before saying anything.
As was, Tracey had already taken measures in case it happened. While she was aware that many others were perplexed on how Snape always seemed to know uncannily when you were lying, Tracey had long ago looked into it, and found it it was because he was practicing Legillimency, and since then had taught herself how to prevent it, and even delved into a bit of Legillimency herself. She'd tried it on Snape, however, unsuccessfully. She rather imagined he was a master at it as he kept his guard up even around children.
She was fairly certain that she could block him from seeing through her lies, and show him something that he wouldn't be expecting. She briefly wondered, as she started stirring counter clockwise, what his reaction would be when she was successful. Counting her stirs, she started squeezing and relaxing her thighs alternately, while bouncing one of her feet.
"Miss Davis," Severus said as he came up to the Davis girl when he reached the Slytherin table and realized that the girl seemed to be fidgeting. In all his years as her Professor, he'd never seen the girl fidget, not even when she was a first year. He didn't know what it was about the girl, maybe it was the fact that she always seemed so serene and in control, but she disconcerted him.
"Yes?" Tracey asked as she looked up at Professor Snape, looking up at him through her long lashes. She continued to stir, counting while bouncing her foot and squeezing and relaxing her thigh. Though she was careful to control her breathing, she realized that it wasn't as deep as it should probably should be. She briefly wondered whether or not it was noticeable as Professor Snape stared down at her.
With a smile though, she realized that he was not staring into her eyes, but rather taking in her appearance. "Miss Davis, would you care to explain the state of your uniform?" Severus asked silkily as he leaned in, hardly moving his mouth as he spoke in a low tone so no one else could hear. He pretended to be checking on her potion, though, anyone with a brain knew that since her third or fourth year knew, that Severus rarely cared anymore to do so, as she hadn't botched a Potion in anyway since.
"What do you mean, Professor?" Tracey asked, sounding distracted.
Severus looked up at the girl and noticed that she was slightly flushed. He wondered if she was trying to put one over on him by playing innocent, however, she wasn't really paying him mind. She was staring into her cauldron and stirring. He guessed that she was counting when she changed to stirring clockwise once more.
"You skirt," he said, briefly eyeing the hemline of her skirt. Doing so made an unpleasant heat course up his neck. The skirt showed a rather indecent amount of milky thigh. It looked so soft, that his hands literally itched to touch it.
"Oh, I think it shrunk. Or perhaps they handed me back someone else's skirt. I think I forgot to write my name on my uniforms this year."
"Is that supposed to explain your sweater?" in response the girl shrugged. "And your shirt?"
"I think the buttons fell out without my noticing," Tracey replied, pulling the stirrer out of her potion and setting it down.
Severus felt the heat rising as he looked at the tantalizing bit of cleavage. The girl was not flat chested, nor were her breast ridiculously large, they were just the size he was rather fond of. "And your tie?" he asked, feeling increasingly annoyed with the girl and the way she was making him feel like a complete lecher.
"It was making me feel hot. Its why I took off my robes," she replied, putting the next ingredient inside her potion, before turning her big eyes to him.
Severus straightened and looked the girl in the eye. He'd never really felt a great need to practice Legillimens on the girl. For the most part, she was a quiet girl that stuck mostly to herself and she rarely ever caused him any trouble. Him or very many of her other Professors, never really had a complaint of the girl. However, at this moment, he was sure that she was testing his patience, and he wasn't sure why.
Using Legillimens, he fished through her memories. He wasn't quite sure what it was that he stumbled across. He saw the girl, laying on her stomach on her bed, reading a book. The backs of her thighs were left uncovered by her school skirt, and he could see the curvature of her back protruding rather nicely. Wishing to get away, he stumbled across another memory of Tracey, one that was worse. Or good, depending on how you looked at it.
The girl was laying on her back, with her legs bent and her skirt off. All her creamy legs, to the juncture where her thighs met with her pelvic bone were exposed to him. Covering the girls nether-region was a black-lace bikini. The girl had one of her hands rubbing herself over her very thin underwear.
Momentarily, Severus forgot himself and the world as he stared at the delectable young woman sprawled out on the bed before him. She was only wearing her school shirt and tie, alone with her bra, underwear and knee-high socks. Though the shirt was buttoned, the tie was loose and enough buttons were undone so that he was teased with the sight of her creamy breast covered by a lace bra that matched her underwear.
The girl's pretty face was flushed and her head was thrown back and her eyes were closed. All her long, dark-auburn hair was spread out around her.
The girl was panting, her lips moist and now and then little mewls escaped that sinfully juicy lips; the girl had lips the color of raspberries.
One of her hands was massaging one of her breasts, as her chest rose and fell with her pants and moans. Severus looked down to the hand that was teasing her mound. He watched as the girl rubbed in circle, pressing harder and faster, causing her moans to become louder.
Becoming suddenly aware, that he was getting turned on watching one of his students getting off, he pulled out of her memories and turned away. He became painfully aware as he blushed, that he was very hard and completely grateful that wizards robes, were so concealing. He was actually never more happy too that he worked in not-very-well lit dungeons and wore black.
Marching away, for the remainder of the period, Severus sat behind his desk. He tried damn hard to grade some papers, but his mind kept being distracted by what he had seen. Without realizing it, sometimes he found his eyes drifting to the girl, and then imagining running his hands through her long hair, or licking and nipping at her perfectly unblemished skin.
When the class was over, Severus hastily kicked the students out and locked the classroom door behind the last one relieved that class was finally over.
Being that he had spent the last twenty or so minutes in class with a hard-on, he needed desperately to get rid of it. As he was sitting at his desk, Severus knew it was best to get rid of it now, or risk getting blue-balls.
Unbuttoning and unzipping his pants, Severus reached into them and pulled out his cock. Closing his eyes, he thought of the beautiful girl, with a lovely body and started stroking himself. Aware that he was thinking of a student, and that he had seen that he wasn't supposed to see, Severus worked on his cock quick and hard.
Having been teased throughout the end of the class, and since it had been such a long time since he had last had sex or even touched himself, it wasn't long before he blew his load with a loud grunt. A large amount of cum, soon covered spattered over his pants, and the front of his robes, and even his desk.
Sighing, he quickly muttered a few spells to clean the mess before straightening himself out. He supposed that this was just another thing to take to his grave.
TBC...
A/n: I am aware that during HBP Snape was the Defense Professor. As I said, this story is a bit AU, mostly because its a PWP. Anyway please tell me what you think so far!