This is an updated version. Not a great amount has changed, just some bad grammar. I am working on adding to it since several people have asked for it to be developed. May take some time, as I am working on other stories, but it will be soon!

Curfew

Morgana was in her last year at Hogwarts and knew the after curfew rules all too well. Unfortunately, this had never stopped her from venturing outside long after curfew.

She had been very lucky in the past not to be caught, and certainly if she was, she would never have heard the end of it. You see, she just loved going skyclad; that is, naked. She loved to feel the air on her skin. She loved to do this several times a week, but more recently had taken to doing it every night. However, her luck it would seem, was about to end.

Snape was doing his usual stalking of the corridors for rogue students out of bed. He made his way past the large windows looking out onto the courtyard and noticed a figure stood with its clothes on the ground beside it and its arms up over its head. At first glance, he could not tell who or what it was, but as the figure swayed gently and turned slightly, he saw the outline of a breast, then the outline of a face, and instantly recognised it as the face of Morgana Steadwell, a 7th year Gryffindor who was taking his advanced Potions classes.

He knew the rational thing to do would be to go outside and scream at her to get back to her room, but all he could do was stare at her completely entranced.

The moon was full and bright, and the light casting down, highlighted every curve and angle of her well formed body. He ran his eyes slowly across her, hungrily drinking her in. His eyes travelled from her face to her neck and shoulders, slender and shimmering in the light. They travelled down to her breasts; her nipples visible against the black night, puckered by the midnight air. Her rounded well developed hips, the flesh of her succulent buttocks teasing him. Her long lean legs that were slightly apart, making references to what lay between them, but not enough to be on display. Her head was thrown right back as the moon's rays washed over her.

Snape snapped out of his trance as the girl was starting to dress. She had thrown on her robe over her pyjamas and headed for one of the windows. Snape snuck behind a large portrait exit as Morgana used her wand to make an entrance through the glass. Snape was impressed. Not many wizards could perform complex charms like that. They take an extremely high level of magic and concentration, but from the look of things, Morgana got quite a bit of practice at this particular charm.

She stepped through, sealing the hole after her, and hurried up the corridor and past the portrait. Snape quietly and stealthily stepped out from behind and followed her. He got close enough to smell her hair. She stopped at a corner and Snape made his move. He grabbed both her arms and pinned them behind her. He pulled her into a nearby alcove and disarmed her of her wand, sliding it into his robes. He stood directly behind her, his mouth mere inches from her ear.

"My, my Miss Steadwell. Aren't we in trouble?" he whispered into her ear. She was frozen on the spot. She'd gotten so use to coming out at night, that the factor of her getting caught seemed not to be an issue anymore. Until now.

"Professor…" she started.

"Don't speak." he ordered. She could feel his breath on her neck, making her hairs prickle, sending shivers down her spine all the way to her toes. Her breathing quickened, her chest heaved.

"Where is that Gryffindor bravery?" he breathed into her ear, looking at her chest rise and fall. He transferred both her wrists into one of his hands, and used his now free hand, to trace a finger from her neck down the middle of her breasts. Her breathing hitched in her throat.

"Would you care to tell me what you were doing outside, with no clothes on I might add?" he whispered. She struggled to make her mouth work.

"I… I was…"

"Yes?" he hissed into her ear.

"I like… to feel the moon." she rushed out.

"You like to feel it caressing your skin." he said, still tracing the same finger up and down between her breasts. "You do realise that you are out of your dormitory after curfew?"

"Yes sir." she whispered.

"What would you recommend I do?"

"I… I don't know sir."

"Do you like being caressed?" he asked in the lightest whisper. Morgana was taken aback. What a question! What did he mean? Was he testing her?

"Do you like to feel hands trailing across your naked skin?" he said, moving his hand to the right and brushing against her nipple. He moved his head closer to her and outstretched his tongue to taste her neck, slowly running the end up to her ear. Her body quivered. She'd been fantasising about him for month, since taking his advanced classes, but had never been disillusioned to think that anything like this would ever happen. Surely it was a test.

She could feel his hard length press against her back. She outstretched her fingers, trying to reach it, but he had them held fast.

"So, now you want to feel me? Is the moon not enough to sate you?"

"No." she breathed. He pulled her tight against him, allowing her fingers access to him. She ran them up and down in an effort to stroke him. She gasped at its size. Her mind flashed images of him being inside her, of feeling him thrust in and out. She grew increasingly moist and had to shift positions of her legs for fear of them buckling.

"Does the courageous Gryffindor want this Slytherin's mighty snake?" he hissed. And as cliché as it sounded, even to him, it was almost enough to send her over the edge. The ache between her legs was unbearable.

"Oh, please… please touch me!" she begged. He grinned and began licking her neck. He slid his hand down her stomach and into her pyjama bottoms. He started to run his fingers through the hair, getting ever closer to her moist centre. She rubbed frantically over his trousers, making him groan in her ear. It was too much to concentrate on in holding her arms, and pleasuring her, so he let her wrists go. He cupped her left breast while she undid his trousers and pulled him out.

The pure danger of them being caught in this vicarious position, served only to heighten their arousal.

She stroked his length making him groan and in return, he plunged his middle finger deep into her. A loud shuddering moan escaped her lips. She rested her head on his left shoulder. He opened his eyes and could see the outline of her lips. He wanted to kiss them, to feel them on his skin, to feel them around his cock. He reached a hand up to trace the outline with his finger. He could feel her hot breath quickening as he moved his other hand causing her to moan again.

"Shhh. We don't want out little adventure to end now do we?" he whispered.

"I need… you… inside… now!" she breathed.

"And what will you do for me? Will you sate me by running your tongue up my hard, pulsing cock? Would you take me into your mouth and let my pleasure fill you?"

"Yessss…"

"Would you like to feel my tongue move down your hot, quivering body, aching for me to delve deeper? Would you like me to lap at your sweetness and plunge inside? Would you like me to suckle you, bringing you to ecstasy?"

"Ohhhhhhhh…" Was all she could muster, as her legs finally gave way. Snape caught her and wrapped his cloak around them both, pulling her into the nearest classroom and lifting her onto the nearest desk. She lay down flat, barely able to move. Snape locked and warded the classroom as she sat up and looked at him. He came towards her and pulled off her pyjamas to find her wearing no panties. Pulling her to the edge of the desk, she wrapped her legs around him. He entered swiftly and smoothly. Taking long, languid thrusts, making sure to hit her in all the right places, he slowly built up his pace. At first glance, she had no idea how his length would even fit, he had certainly kept this treasure secret! He continued for a few minutes, quickening his pace, pushing her closer to the edge. He stopped and pulled out abruptly.

"Wha…!" she cried. He stood watching her panting, the wetness seeping down her lips and onto her bottom. He smirked. He got down onto the floor and lay there. She looked at him puzzled.

"Are you going to stay up there all day?" he questioned, getting impatient.

"You want me to lie on the floor?" she asked puzzled.

"No, I want you to sit on my face." he said without even blinking. Morgana went wide eyed. She slowly slid off the desk, not sure if she should do as he asked. He may have been testing her. He might be looking for a way to expel her.

"Why on earth would I want to do that?" he asked her. She forgot he was a master at Legilimancy. "Yes, you did." Morgana blushed. He extended a hand out and guided her onto his face. She was very conscious of suffocating him, but he simply buried his head into her folds, nuzzling his nose into her entrance. She bent down to take him into her mouth. Using his tongue, he flicked her nub lightly, making her moan, sending waves of vibration down his shaft. His hands massaged her buttocks as he drove his tongue deep into her. Her sweet juices trickling into his mouth as her arousal built.

She used her hand to aid her pleasuring as she could not possibly take him all in. she could feel the pulsing of his shaft, telling her he was getting closer. She ran her tongue around the head, savouring its heat and the salty leakage, dripping from it. She threw her head back in a loud shrill moan as he suckled her nub. Her lower body started to writhe. She kept lowering her head to his length, but again and again was moaning in ecstasy. She kept laboriously massaging him, determined not to give up. It felt like a battle of wills – who would come first? Unfortunately, Morgana had Gryffindor determination, and put her mind back to the task at hand, and dived straight into his pleasure.

She licked and sucked, still moaning at her own waves flowing through her, only serving to cause Snape to shudder at the vibrations. It proved too much for him, and he lowered his head back down to the floor, groaning loudly as his pleasure turned to release. His hands clenched at her bottom as his salty climax flowed into her mouth.

As the waves subsided, he delved back into her folds, his own determination taking hold. He sucked hard on her nub, forcing her onto her hands for support. She bucked against his tongue, and he held her fast. Her body shook in the first waves of her orgasm and she let out a cry of ecstasy. He held her there while he lapped up her moistness.

They tidied themselves up and as Morgana was leaving, Snape grabbed her arm.

"We have yet to discuss your punishment for your blatant disregard for the rules."

Morgana simply stared at him. After what had happened, he still wanted to do her for being outside after curfew?

"But… I thought…?"

"What? That fucking me would get you off?" He closed his eyes, realising the irony of what he had said. Morgana smirked. "You were still breaking the rules."

"And what we just did wasn't?" Morgana stated, folding her arms across her chest.

"Be that as it may, I must adhere to my duties." He said, stepping closer to her. "I think… a month's detentions will suffice." he added lightly caressing her face. "Now, go back to your room."

He watched her go, savouring ever inch of her, ingraining the memory of her into his mind. He wondered if she would dare to venture out again. She probably would. And he'd be waiting.