A/N: This is a little something I'm writing as I muscle through the kinks and whatnot of my other stories. This story will be mainly smut-you have been warned…
-TWIW-
Not for the first time that night did he wonder what ever led him to come to this club, Charmed-it was named. According to Draco, the pestering brat that put him up to this, Charmed was the perfect place for him to cut loose. It was a new club, but already thriving as witches and wizards of various ages came to enjoy all that the club had to offer.
There was only one rule: Complete anonymity.
Which suited Severus Snape just fine. Especially since he didn't want any women flocking to him simply because they knew it was him. The tragic hero of the Great War. Protector of the wizarding world's darling Boy-Who-Lived-Twice and misunderstood soul still pining after Lily Potter. Not to mention Order of Merlin recipient and heir of the Prince fortune which to his surprise had been millions of galleons.
No. He definitely did not want a witch who wanted him for those reasons.
Which made Charmed appealing in the first place. Under his current disguise of long, dark brown hair, blue eyes and a perfect nose he seemed like a completely different wizard. Add the required mask and voice modifier and the facade was complete. Now Severus need only find the right witch. Someone to warm his bed for the night. No strings attached.
Falsely blue eyes scanned the club in search for a worthwhile companion. There were lots of attractive, scantily clad witches in the room, but none that drew his interest so far. And that's when he saw her:
The woman in white.
She had long wavy black hair that flowed over one bare shoulder. Her dress was strapless, yet long-sleeved and incredibly form fitting. It wrapped around her curves like a second skin. And furthermore it showed them off to their best advantage. Her breast were sizeable, her waist small and her hips flared gently. It fell just past her knees and Severus's heated gaze followed down to see shapely long legs and shiny heels.
Her mask was gold and glittery and while he would have normally sneered at such a gaudy choice he found it only added to the woman's allure. She seemed to have noticed his stare because she smiled coyly and beckoned him with a finger. Severus smirked before strolling confidently towards the young female. She was in the middle of the dance floor, but that didn't matter. Even as disguised as he was, the crowd seemed to part naturally at his formidable presence.
She certainly was a petite thing, he observed as he towered over her, even with her heels. Her eyes, upon closer inspection were like whiskey and their familiarity made Severus wonder how much of her appearance was disguise. She stepped forward, the noise surrounding them excuse enough for her closeness. One hand resting lightly on his bicep, "I don't believe I've seen you here before," she began and Severus noted her voice bore an attractively low pitch.
Severus shook his head, "You wouldn't, as this is my first time here."
"And how do you like it so far?"
His lips twitched, "It is…...tolerable. Especially since I've met you, Miss…?
"You may call me Helena," the woman in white answered, her smile widening at the compliment.
"Oh I have no doubt that men have fought over you," He replied, "You are absolutely enchanting Helena."
"Why thank you, Mr…..?"
"Call me Sebastian."
Her hand caressed his shoulder, "And I have no doubt you are venerable," and her response shocked him. Seeing this she laughed, "You're not the only one who knows ancient Greek." Severus's eyes lit up. He had not expected such obvious intelligence and certainly not one that lends itself to the classics. "Tell me Sebastian," she continued oblivious of his inner monologue, "what brings you to Charmed?"
"I seek the company of a smart, beautiful, woman whom I can pleasure and be pleased by," he purred low in her ear. Helena's resulting shiver told him that she seemed just as eager as he.
She tilted her head, inwardly astonished that brains would even be a requirement. But perhaps like her, he was attracted to a person's mind as well. Absently, Helena licked her lips, desire dancing in her eyes, "And do I meet your criteria?"
The wizard in the tailored black suit gave a devilish smirk. "I do believe you do."
"Then by all means," she replied, with an encouraging squeeze to his arm, "Lead the way."
-TWIW-
Perhaps it was the security brought on by being in disguise that allowed Hermione to behave so brashly. Who would have ever expected for Hermione Granger, bookworm, know-it-all, and goodie two shoes of the Golden Trio to go home with a strange man? But she wasn't Hermione right now. She was Helena. The sensual seductress who usually had half the men drooling by the end of the night.
This was her first time bringing anyone home; or rather, going home with them. But Sebastian was…...alluring. Hermione had felt his eyes on her instantly. And the aura of raw magical power around him made her weak in the knees.
The words caused her whole body to heat. Before she knew it, they were in his bedroom. She did not get a chance to see the rest of the place, but that didn't matter. No, she was far more concerned with the wizard currently circling around her. "Something on your mind Sebastian?" Hermione asked calmly, though inwardly she was nervous. Was she really going through with this? Her eyes met his and she gasped at their intensity. His mask was off and she couldn't help but feel that his glamour did not do his aura justice. He was handsome-but not striking.
In the spirit of fairness Hermione took her own mask off. Her features were nearly the same, save a longer nose and slightly more mature face. He touched her bare shoulder with the lightest of caresses. "I wonder….," Sebastian purred his breath causing goosebumps to form on her skin as he held her from behind, "How much of you is….unaltered?"
Helena/Hermione closed her eyes as she melted into his strong form. With one hand he was undressing her in an unhurried manner; with the other he was stroking her arm. "My body," she replied, "is completely glamour free. It felt unnatural to change everything about myself."
"I felt the same," he murmured, his lips brushed the shell of her ear and she shivered. Her dress dropped from her body and she was nude save for her black lace thong. He growled and his hands grasped at the newly revealed flesh.
"Your turn Sebastian," Hermione stated as she turned in his arms. Instead of drawing put the inevitable, he merely flicked his wand and in an instant he stood completely bare before her. He was lean, but muscular although quite pale. His erection jutted out proudly and Hermione felt herself get wet. She grinned in approval and like a predator, Sebastian stared down her body.
"I believe you are a little overdressed, Helena." He sank down on his knees, running his long fingers down the valley of her large breasts, splaying over her flat stomach before hooking into her knickers. He ripped them, but Hermione didn't have a chance to be upset, because he had his tongue on her mound in seconds.
"Oh shit," she hissed, stumbling back onto his bed. Hermione felt, rather than heard him chuckle as he parted her legs further. She gripped his dark hair, arching into his questing tongue. While she wasn't a virgin it was her first time experiencing this. She took in the sight of how he almost reverently devoured her cunt. It was single-handedly the most erotic thing she had ever witnessed.
In less than five minutes she became a quivering mass before him. He flicked her clit with his tongue, sucking it as he teased her entrance with his finger. How was it possible that he could play her body like an instrument? "I knew you would be absolutely delicious Helena," Sebastian's voice cut through her moans. The lone finger became two and his attention to her clit was unrelenting.
Sebastian/Severus could tell that the woman draped over his bed was close. It was a point of pride that he could drive her to release so quickly and it made his cock throb in anticipation. "Cum for me my enchantress," he purred finding that he was looking forward to her climax as much as she was. He didn't have to wait long and with a great shudder she cried out his fake name, trapping his head between her thighs.
Smirking, he loosed himself from her weakening grip. Helena sat up and drew him in for a deep kiss. Their first kiss. He tugged at her hair, forcing her head back as he dominated the kiss. She clutched at his broad shoulders, but otherwise submitted to him, moaning all the while. When they parted panting lips, Helena stroked his manhood. "Am I allowed a taste, 'bastian?"
It was a nickname he hadn't given her permission to use, but seeing as she used it first during her climax Severus found that he didn't mind. "Perhaps later," he answered, guiding her to lie down on his bed. "In the meantime, I am going to see what other sounds I can draw out of you."
