Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters and themes belong to J.K. Rowling. May she forgive the liberties I've taken with her characters.

Author's Note: So before we get started, I have to add in the obligatory "This is really smutty, read at your own risk" warning. I should probably warn you about the fact that this is a teacher/student story so if that isn't really your thing, I highly suggest you back out now.

It has been a really long time since I've put anything I've wrote up on this site or any other site for that matter. For now, I don't have a beta and I'm self editing so pardon any mistakes you might find. I'm trying to catch them all before I publish but a few might escape my notice.

I started this story well over a year ago and it's the only story I've consistently worked on. I've had issues with depression and writing, which used to be a passion, took a back seat and I've found it incredibly hard to do over the last few years, so this probably isn't a masterpiece or anything close to it. I'm trying my best to get back on the horse. It's also incredibly fast paced and in it's entirety probably won't be more than fifteen chapters.

I can't tell you how often I'm going to be updating this story. I can't promise anything at this point in time but encouragement is my biggest motivator.

Prologue

Severus sat and watched the young witch, moving from table to table, carrying drinks to and fro as he nursed his own glass of wine, silently trying to work up the nerve talk to her.

The young witch was pretty; with straight black hair that reached just beyond her shoulders and steely blue eyes. She had a habit of pushing her hair over her shoulder, Severus noticed as he watched her. She'd smiled at him when she'd brought him his wine but hadn't said much other than "there you are," before taking off to the next table.

It was a busy night at the Three Broomsticks and Severus was getting a bit antsy about the sheer number of people. How on earth was he supposed to invite the waitress back to the Hog's Head, where he had taken a room with all of these people around to witness it? It was best to wait until there weren't as many people around because there was a very distinct possibility that the witch would turn him down. It had happened more than once.

Severus had spent the better part of two months shagging his way around the country, picking up different women in different places to have his way with. He was about to embark on his first year of teaching and was well aware of the fact that sex would be somewhat of a rare commodity once he was teaching full time. He wanted to get it out of his system. Most of the women he picked up were found in pubs, most of them reasonably attractive but most of them drunk enough to find him worthy of mating with.

Now it was one night until he would be moving into the castle and he wanted one last hoorah. The problem was he wasn't sure if the waitress would go with it or not. She was sober and most sober women turned him down. It was also apparent that she was younger than him, by how much he couldn't say but it couldn't have been by much. Severus sincerely hoped she'd go for it. It was rather too late to find another conquest. The waitress was pretty and he wanted her. He just hoped he wasn't wasting his time on her.

The later it grew, the more impatient he became. He couldn't quite work up the nerve to speak to her when she dropped off glasses of wine for him and it was rather packed that night. It was half past eleven before the pub had cleared out enough to where Severus felt secure enough to ask her. He would waste no time; he'd be blunt and he'd be quick.

The waitress looked exhausted when she came to his table and Severus was aware that his chances of bedding her were pretty slim but he had to try.

"Can I get you another?"

"No," he said, shaking his head and covering his glass with his hand. "I'd like to pay my tab, if that's okay."

He withdrew a pouch from the interior of his robes, extracted gold from within and handed it to her.

"That should cover it," he told her. "Keep what's left."

"Thank you," she told him with a smile as she counted the coins out. She turned but before she had chance to walk off, Severus gently grabbed her by the wrist. She turned, looking confused.

"What time does your shift end?" He asked in what he hoped was a seductive voice. The girl looked vaguely uncomfortable. "I've got a room at the Hog's Head. Would you like to join me for a nightcap?"

"My shift ends at midnight," she told him uncertainly. "But I'm not really sure..."

"What's your name?"

"Tabitha," she said, her voice a near whisper.

"Well, Tabitha, I'm Severus. I find you highly attractive and would like nothing more than your company for the rest of the evening."

A blush swept across the girl's face, proving her susceptible to what he called his charm. It was almost crass, he was well aware, but Severus was not one to beat around the bush. Either she'd say yes or she'd say no. Much to his surprise, she gave him a short nod. He gave her a small smile in return.

"I'm in room two," he told her as he stood. "I'll see you in a while?"

Again, the waitress nodded but said nothing more before turning on her heel to go drop his gold in the till.

Back in his room at the Hog's Head, Severus worked quickly to tidy everything up; there were robes strewn about and the bed was unmade. The owner of the inn didn't seem to employ any sort of housekeeping staff. Besides that, Severus was to leave for good in the morning but it took nothing more than a mere few flicks of his wand to pack everything away in one of his four trunks that housed most of his belongings. It was a quarter til midnight when he decided to sit down with a book. He chose a history text to while away the time before the witch called Tabitha showed up.

Severus was more than pleased that she'd agreed to come. He had honestly expected her to turn him down but the fact that she hadn't painted a picture of a lonely, overworked girl in need of some way to wind down. Severus was more than willing to help her out.

It was fifteen past midnight and Severus was about to give up hope and have a wank when a soft knock sounded at his door. He stood still for a second, unsure if he'd heard it or merely imagined it out of sheer desperation. But then after a few moments it came again. Severus promptly answered it, finding the girl standing there in a traveling cloak.

"I wanted to freshen up before I came over," she told him once she was inside the room. She shrugged off her cloak revealing herself wearing a short skirt and tights with a white button up blouse. It was a far cry from her work attire and it suited her well. Severus couldn't wait to peel those tights off of her. "Funny. This place has been here for ages but I don't think I've actually ever seen the inside of it before."

Tabitha gazed around the room, shifting on her feet. Severus felt a slight pang of annoyance. He wanted to get down to business not engage in small talk with her.

"Would you like a drink?" He asked, gesturing to his side table where two bottles stood; one whisky, the other wine. Tabitha shook her head.

"Not much of a drinker," she told him. "I smell it all day at work. Doesn't really appeal to me."

Severus felt a bit deflated; part of his plan was to get her at least slightly drunk so she'd let go of her inhibitions. The options were limitless with a girl who was too drunk to have any reservations.

"Well, perhaps we should get straight to it," he told her, unable to hide his irritation. Surely the girl knew what she was in for. Surely she realized what she had agreed to by showing up.

He swept toward her in one fluid motion, took a finger and lifted her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes. The blueness of her own were quite striking, almost akin to Dumbledore's penetrating gaze but Severus found fear within hers. It was part of the reason he preferred his women drunk.

Severus pressed his mouth into hers, though he could hardly call it a kiss. Tabitha seemed to hesitate but didn't pull away from him.

"You seem skittish. There's nothing to fear," he told her in a low voice. Her breathing had gone slightly ragged.

"I'm...not scared," she whispered but it was clearly a lie. Her voice was shaking slightly. "I'm just new to this, is all. I've been approached several times but I always say no."

"So why did you agree now?"

The girl bit her lip and chewed slightly, apparently thinking on her answer.

"You seemed different, I suppose. For one, you weren't completely tanked. For another, you're not old enough to be my dad."

"You're a virgin, then?" Severus asked. She nodded and looked for a moment as though she might cry. Severus wasn't sure whether to be elated or disappointed. He'd never been with a virgin before.

"I know what you're expecting of me," she told him. "And it's not that I'm exactly adverse to the idea but I always wanted my first time to be with someone who is special to me, not some meaningless one night stand that I'm going to regret in the morning."

Severus was silent for a moment, his anger building. What on earth was she doing here if she wasn't going to fuck him? If her standards were set so high, why in the hell had she agreed so readily to meet him?

"What do you want me to say? I'm only going to be here one more night. After that, I'm gone. I didn't ask you here to be my girlfriend."

"I know," she said quickly, her face flushing. "We can do all the other. Just not...that."

Severus pondered it for a moment; he wasn't a teenager anymore, he wanted more than just foreplay. But all the same, it was much too late to find another woman to while away the night with and getting off without having sex with her sounded much better than doing it all by himself.

"As you wish," he conceded. "Have you any sexual experience at all?" He was rather hoping she had, he didn't want to spend all night teaching her about it all. It seemed much more tedious than enticing.

"Some," she told him with a shrug. "I've had a couple of boyfriends. We just never went all the way. Never seemed right to me."

Before he could respond or say anything, the girl had sank down on her knees and was undoing his fly. He stumbled slightly, surprised by her gumption but held himself steady by catching ahold of a bed post.

His cock stood readily at attention the second she grabbed ahold of it, lazily pumping her hand up and down over the shaft, bringing it to its full hardened length before taking it in her mouth.

Severus gasped slightly, not expecting her to be so forward, but she ran her tongue over the tip of his cock, building moisture before sliding him down into her throat almost.

Some experience? He thought, his eyes very nearly rolling into the back of his head with pleasure. She had clearly sucked a dick or two in her day. And was she moaning? He changed a glance down and realized she'd somehow managed to get her tights off and was vigorously touching herself. It was almost more than he could handle. He felt on the brink and was just about to warn her when he unexpectedly seized. He was deep in her mouth and he held her head in place as he coated the inside of her mouth with his seed. Once he was finished, he released his grasp on the back of her head and she sprang back, slightly gasping.

"Let me see, girl," he commanded of her. The girl opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out at him, curled slightly as to keep the cum in place. Severus was more than a bit satisfied. There was nothing more erotic than seeing a woman take his seed so readily. "Swallow it."

The girl obliged with no complaint.

It was an interesting night, indeed.