Thanks to everyone who has read the first chapter. I have finally managed to come up with another chapter, and it wasn't easy! I hope it matches what I had in the first! Please tell me what you think, I could do with the criticism!

Punishment

Morgana had gone back to her room as instructed, and written everything down from her little encounter with Snape. She still couldn't believe that it hadn't been a dream. She had fantasised about Snape since taking his Advanced Potions class, but had never imagined he would want her.

She told absolutely no one. Not even her closest friends, some of whom started to notice how jumpy she was. She felt completely stupid for being so scared. She had thought about what had happened, all night, and had started to get panicky over what he might do to her. She felt detention was the least of her worries. She feared him making up some sort of seduction story, in which she sought him out and tried it on. The last thing she wanted was to be expelled.

However, the first lesson the next day was Potions, and Snape gave no indication of acknowledging what had happened, or that he was going to seek retribution. She tried to ignore all the scared feelings that threatened to consume her, and concentrated hard on the potion in front of her. She just about managed, and was preparing to leave as the lesson ended, when Snape called her back. Her blood froze, and she stood rooted to the spot as he marched over to close the door behind the last students.

He turned round to face her and folded his arms across his chest. He watched her as she kept her head pointed towards the floor. She was not the epitome of confidence as she had been the previous night. She was acting like a terrified first year.

"Have you nothing to say for yourself?" he asked in a quiet but stern tone.

She had no idea how to respond. She decided that saying she thoroughly enjoyed herself, would simply get her into more trouble.

"Well?" he prompted.

"Um…" she squeaked out.

"Do you think it acceptable for a seventh year to be out of her rooms after curfew?"

She shook her head.

"Then what do you propose I do?"

"I don't know sir," she whispered.

"You have this afternoon free, do you not?" he asked

"Yes sir."

"Then you will come directly here for last period to start your detention. Do not be late, is that understood?" he commanded.

"Yes sir," she replied.

"Dismissed," he barked.

Morgana wasted no time in rushing out of the room. She hurried all the way to the Great Hall and did not relax until she found her housemates. It was not what she was expecting at all. She had expected something covertly sordid, at least that was the impression she had been given last night when she left his company. The lustful smile on his face when he told her she would need to be punished had been enough to instil in her the thought of more to come. She inwardly kicked herself for being so stupidly naïve.

The rest of the day's lessons were normal. However, during her final lesson of the day, she got a bad attack of nerves and asked to be excused. Luckily, it was only History of Magic; a subject to which every student at Hogwarts loathed more than detentions with Filch, and the only subject they were not allowed to drop after their fifth year.

She rushed straight to the nearest girls' toilets, to splash water on her face, and to calm herself down. She used some paper towels to dry her face and looked into the mirror above the basin. She felt like giving herself a slap for acting so childish. She was almost 18 and had always had a good, mature head on her shoulders. How could she let one person affect her in such a way? Why was she so nervous? What was the worst he could do? Making her wash out cauldrons without magic was what she likely would have to do. It may be arm-breaking work, but nothing as heinous as expulsion, which is what she had expected when she awoke this morning. She calmed herself by thinking, if he had wanted to have her expelled, he surely would have gone to Professor Dumbledore last night.

She pulled herself together and made her way down to the dungeons to 'face the music'. She felt perfectly fine, until she reached the classroom door. As she reached out a hand to knock, the door swung open, and she was face to face, or rather face to chest, with a cold, stern looking Snape. He raised an eyebrow at the look on her face. She had that 'bunny caught in the headlights' look, and Snape found it highly amusing.

"Well, are you going to come in, or are you waiting for the cauldrons to clean themselves?" he asked impatiently.

"Sorry, sir," she mumbled, brushing past him into the cold classroom.

He closed the door behind him, and unbeknownst to Morgana, locked and warded it. He paced around to face her and looked down at her straining knuckles grasping at her schoolbag.

"The cauldrons are over in the far corner behind you. I want all 16 of them scrubbed to a high shine, by hand, and by dinner. No conditions, no exceptions. Begin," he ordered before walking to his desk.

Morgana set her bag down on the nearest table. She made her way over to the cauldrons and dunked a hand into the bucket lying on the floor below them. She had been right in her definition of arm-breaking work. By dinnertime, she was just getting to the last cauldron. Snape glided over to inspect the cauldrons she had already completed.

"Not bad, but certainly not as shining as I would have liked. You will finish this cauldron, by the time I return from dinner," he stated.

"But…" she started.

Snape whipped his head round to look at her menacingly.

"Yes?" he bit out.

"Nothing," she mumbled.

Snape left, locking and warding the door behind him. He knew perfectly well that she would not be finished in time to catch the last of dinner. It seemed this was the real punishment.

Morgana was just finishing when Snape returned. He immediately came over to inspect. He immediately came over to inspect. He scrutinized her efforts for quite some time, before stepping away, to look at her dishevelled form. Her hair had come loose from the pony at the nape of her neck and blond curls were strewn over her face. Her hands were damp, white prunes, caused by prolonged exposure to the water and cleaning soaps.

"I suppose this is adequate. You may go," he said dismissively.

She did not stand around waiting for him to change his mind. She grabbed her bag and rushed out of the classroom. She headed for the Great Hall, hoping to catch the end of dinner, but was dismayed when she got there to find the tables clear of food. She dragged herself back to her dorm, and was greeted with a small plate of sandwiches and a goblet of pumpkin juice. She had no idea who they were from, and thought no more on it as she devoured sandwich after sandwich.

She showered and got into her pyjamas and tried desperately to do her homework. It was no use. She couldn't concentrate on anything. After ten minutes of trying to get to sleep, she flung off her covers and decided to go outside. She took a different route, and was careful not to run into Snape or Filch.

She revelled in the feel of the moon and night sky enveloping her. It felt like such a release standing and being bathed in moonlight. It was oddly empowering, despite the risk of being caught again.

After she had had her fill, she dressed and creepily made her way in through one of the windows. She crept slowly down the corridor, making sure to check behind her and to check the alcove in which Snape had dragged her to the previous night. She saw nothing, and so moved along. She never noticed the figure following her as she crept past another suit of armour. Just as she reached a second alcove, a hand came out from underneath a cloak ad grabbed her round the waist. She barely had time to scream as it pulled her into the alcove, and pinned her face first against the wall. She felt a leg come up between her and press against her crotch. Her hands were pinned against her back and she felt the mystery person breathing heavily against her neck. She felt the hand around her waist pull her back against the chest of the mystery person and held her fast, with her hands still restrained, as he licked her earlobe.

"It would seem that this afternoon's detention did not serve to teach you the values of curfew."

She immediately recognised the voice as belonging to Snape. She didn't know whether to feel terrified or excited. She felt her arms being released as he brought his hand round to turn her face towards him. She caught the feral hunger in his eyes as he brought his mouth down to devour hers, his tongue invading her mouth possessively. He took hold of her bottom lip between his teeth and bit down slightly, before releasing it.

She had all the while been clenching her hands at her sides, toying with the idea of stroking him. After that kiss, she could no longer restrain herself, and reached behind her to grasp his hardened length, now desperately straining against his trousers. She heard him hiss as she stroked him, causing him to reach down into her bottoms and plunge two fingers deep into her. She cried out and arched into him, throwing her head back onto his shoulder.

He wasted no time as he had the previous night in making small talk, and pulled her roughly to the same classroom they had used previously. He pulled off her bottoms and yanked up her top as he picked her up and slammed her down onto the nearest desk. He deftly released himself from his trousers and swiftly plunged himself into her. He gathered up a rapid pace, slamming into her as he gripped hold of her hips. Morgana was grasping on to the table for support as he thrust deeply into her, moaning and gasping as he hit her cervix repeatedly. This time, he continued on, rather than stopping short of climaxing. He moved a hand to her engorged nub and frantically rubbed at it, causing her to buck her hips against him. He reached his other hand up to grasp at her nipples, sending waves of pleasure rippling through her body, bringing her closer to the edge. He felt her body quiver beneath him and her muscles tighten around him. He could no longer control his release as she screamed; her orgasm taking over as he joined her in his own climax.

He collapsed onto his hands and hung over her trying to catch his breath. She looked up at him as he breathed, wondering what would come next. I didn't take long to find out.

He lifted himself off and out of her, and fastened his trousers. He stood watching her as she breathed. He took in her naked, dishevelled form, her legs still shaking slightly after her release; his culmination dribbling out of her. He took out his wand and cast a cleansing charm on her. She jumped a little at the feeling, and pulled her top down. Her bottoms lay on the floor. She jumped down and hastily pulled them on. Snape was still watching her with mild interest. He stepped towards her, backing her into the desk.

"I see a detention does nothing to deter you from breaking school rules," he said with a sneer.

Morgana felt worried. She somehow thought she'd gone too far in coming out after curfew for the second night in a row, and after being given punishment for it.

"What would you have me do?" he asked

Morgana looked down. She doubted any answer she gave would be sufficient.

"I believe another detention is in order. Perhaps something much more taxing."

He stepped aside and outstretched an arm towards the door.

"I think it is time to go back to your room," he stated with a finality that could not be questioned. Morgana rushed out of the room without looking back. She did not catch the smirk on Snape's face as she left. He wasn't quite so sure she would have come out tonight, not after he made her clean all those cauldrons. After her detention tomorrow, he highly doubted that she would ever dare venture out, even if her life depended on it. She couldn't possibly be that defiant. Could she?