Arkosia entered confusingly into the office, anxious to know what exactly what she was called upon for. Maybe her essay was less than satisfactory? Maybe her efforts weren't enough on her midterms, those were things she found herself obsessing about. She peered around the familiar room, taking time to ponder as to what purpose the things' in the jars served, taking in the aroma of the atmosphere. Arkosia was lost in her own thoughts for a moment but harshly snapped back to reality as a deep voice repeated her name for a second time.

"Miss Blackmoore, I did not expect you to be so punctual," the tone was ever so slightly sarcastic, with a hint of dull, as Professor Snape made his way switftly across the room as though he steps were specifically calculated. Arkosia found herself oddly enamored by his prescence, still obsessing as to why she was there. She nervously made the effort, daringly, to ask questions.

"Professor, you summoned me?"

"Yes... I'd like to have a word or two..."

"About what, if I may ask?"

He did not say a word, instead, he drew quite close to her. His tall shadow enveloped her in silence, a most peculiar silence. She felt frightened, almost.

Looking down upon her fragile frame, her lustrous locks of fiery auburn hair and her dubious eyes wonderously fixated on the ground, he spoke slow but clearly, "It has been brought to my attention, through careful insight, that your grades are suffering. I'm not one to take interest, nor do I care about the welfare of students, but it seems as though you've been distracted." Her breathing shifted in pace. "Being one of the most attentive in potions, always succeeding to insufferably impress through out your..... years here at Hogwarts, it leaves me wondering what could possibly," he brushed the loose strands of hair out of her face and drew her chin upwards, to meet his dark gaze, "have your mind detracted away from your..... Education...."

Arkosia was speechless, his touch was much warmer than she had imagined. She had always thought his touch would be cold, without life, but she felt more entranced than ever. She was quite embarrassed, perhaps he knew of her silly affections and is merely humiliating her through fear of failure. Her eyes could not stand to look into his own, her stares shifted through out the room, never staying in one place. By this point, she tried to answer, "I- I- Uhm. I-"

"You, what...? Exactly...?" There was no doubt in his mind that he felt some sort of attraction towards her, now more than ever, but he kept his usual demeanor.

"I've been a bit conflicted, Sir."

"Ahh, I see. Perhaps, I could help with....your issues...."

Her jaw dropped and her heartbeat skipped. He drew his hand away from her face and slid his wand out of his robes, pressing it gently against her cheek. Slowly bringing it down her neck til meeting the very top of her uniform. Taking his eyes off the position of his wand, he drew her back in with his gaze. The tip of his wand on the way down her fleece vest seemingly left a very clean and straight cut, exposing her white button up. Arkosia began to tremble, as though she were in one of her darkest dreams, her thoughts racing like the intense flight for the Golden Snitch. Faint of breath, she whispered but could not complete her sentence out of intoxication, "Professor....."

He did not say a word. With short flicks of his wand, he rended the buttons from the fabric, they flew a short distance.

"Sir...." She spoke quivering. He, still, did not say a word... He brought his lips close to her skin, for her to feel his breath against her neck, he could feel her pulse even from a distance, but he refrained from touching her completely. Snape intended to drive her senses to the ends of madness, only then could he gain full pleasure from this little ordeal.

Arkosia felt weak. Her knee's felt as though they could buckle, eyes couldn't help but close and lips could not help but let past a soft wimper. She wasn't sure if she enjoyed this silence, it was as though time had slowed down to a dead stop and the senses had been hightened to extremes. She felt the passion literally pouring out her pores, she was fearful her Professor noticed.

Snape finally pressed his lips against her neck, they were dry and short as he found his way to the base of her collar bone. He intentionally dropped his wand, letting the noise of it 'clack" on the ground echo through the room, it alarmed her. At her quick jolt at the noise, he let go a small "hmm" which seemed comical to him. He quickly dove in, he engulfed her within his robes, hiding her body and pressing himself somewhat hard against her body. He wanted her now, but he wanted to make her wait. Severus felt every movement she made, Arkosia hesitantly brought her hands to grab hold of him, burying her face in his chest. Letting her enjoy it for a quick second, he then turned and pushed her up against his desk, the edge biting into her ass til she couldn't take no more, she provocatively while glancing up at him, slide herself onto the top of it. Her chest was fully exposed, only one more obstacle for him to destroy. Arkosia was now aware of what was to transpire, rather than afraid, she welcomed it.

Arkosia was normally quite a reclusive girl, outcasted by her fellow classmates. This was going to change everything. 7 years she spent, year after year, misfitted and alone, but it had so far led her to be very skilled and her concentration in all her classes was unmatched. She hardly spoke much, outside of a few answers here and there when called upon, but she always lived upon the notion of "speak when spoken to."

She had withdrawn into her own thoughts for a moment, that is, til her dear Professor made his way between her legs. Hands firmly on her thighs, he felt quake begin. Arkosia had never felt anything like this before. It seemed... unnatural... She felt small earthquakes begin through her body as he took slow and careful thrusts against her. She couldn't take it anymore, she was far too wet and excited to take much more teasing. She fought with her conscious til she finally reached for the button up of his slacks, but Snape grabbed both her wrists and threw her back before she could finish. He held her down til it hurt, but who doesn't like a little bit of pain? Arkosia certainly didn't mind.

"Do it." Arkosia panted positively, "Don't torment me." Snape smirked and proceeded. She was almost glad she had worn a skirt today, to feel his fingers glide ever so slowly up and dance around the edge of her panties. She reveled in it while it lasted before she felt her underwear harshly ripped off her. With a gasp before being muffled by a kiss, she felt the pain. Severus did not hold back. This is what she wanted, so she shall have it. He pushed, deeper and deeper. He was harder than rock inside her. This changed her mind about her dear Professor Snape, in ways that are hard to imagine.

The hurt finally subsided as he continued to pound away. He finally let his hand of her mouth, moving both to her hips, she let out gracious moans. He harshly flipped her around and entered her again. Snape could feel her sweat as she grasped the wooden desk, he could not hold back from primatively thrusting away as hard as he could.

Arkosia was tiring out, she was surprised at his endurance and pondered on it but it was cut short when he started to massaged her breasts with a weird passion she was sure he didn't have. All too suddenly, she felt a burst of adrenaline rush through her body and she let out a loud noise. An unforgiving orgasm, but Severus did not let her soak in it long before forcing her down to the floor, making her taste herself. She relished the feeling of his cock in her mouth and how forceful it was. It was too huge for her to swallow, as she had in many distant fantasies. Just the thought made her salivate on command, but he was fucking her face with rage, just to hear her intangibly pleaful noises. It was most unsettling, but neither could deny the strange sense of destiny, but kept the eye contact to a bare minimum.

Arkosia's eyes widened to a full extent and she reached a hand up to wrap her fingers around his shaft. She forced him to slow down, taking it at her own pace. Hand and mouth moving in synchronization and in a slow but steady pace. She met his eyes and Snape's face procured a rather anguished look. Arkosia went outside her own limits and went down as far as she could on him, his hands immediately grabbed her hair and he exhaled a short fuse of lust, with his own shaking movement. He felt a dedication coming from her that confused him.

Severus' hair sheltered his face from her view, he threw his head forward with each and every stroke. His cock was throbbing intensely til the very last second.

She suddenly felt sick as she felt a hot burst flood her mouth, hitting the very back of her throat. It was like a spell shooting straight out of a wand, in a bright white and sticky light.

Arkosia pulled away and stood. Knee's still feeling as though they could buckle, heart still racing, thoughts still pounding, still enamored and even more so by his stunned appearance. She landed a kiss upon his cheek and saw fit to see him to his chair.

It was still silent, except for the hard breathing they exchanged, as though it were a conversation. Arkosia, nervous still, saw fit to take her leave with a bidding of goodbye.

"Good night, Professor...." in a taintedly, breathless way. Her confidence was astounding.

Snape looked up at her, as she walked away. With a snarky tone, he replied, "Someone's earned a month of detention, Miss Blackmoore...."

She didn't even bother to turn around, she sported a grin on her face as she continued to make her way out of the Potion's classroom. "YES!!!!" she screamed in her head. "Yes! I can't wait for our next meeting, Professor...."