Chapter 7

I was quietly led back to my dormitory. Madam Pomfrey had explained, as delicately as only an accomplished carer can, that there was small chances for anyone remembering the effect that I had had on them, seeing they were in a sort of trance at the time. However, I should expect a «closer relationship» with those I had been in physical contact with.

Ahem.. Physical contact was a small term, I thought, to describe the way Gwendolyn and Josie had passionately kissed, licked and strocked each other, and me, during their «influence». I was thouroghly dreading meeting them again.

They were, sadly, present when I arrived, but I should'nt have worried. They showered me with, perhaps, a bit more kisses and hugs than they would have done before, and asked me how I felt, to wich I replied I was fine. The unfortunate poisoning I had sadly had because I had eaten a bad batch of cauldron cakes was easily cured..

When Gwendolyn innocently asked me wether I'd be sleeping there that night, I looked her up and down. She had ginger hair, falling almost to her round, perk buttocks. Her breast were perhaps a bit small to my liking, but Josie certainly would make up for that. Where Gwen was petite all over, Josie had a bigger frame, with heavy, but not sagging, breast, and a good, firm butt to hold on to. Her beautiful heart-shaped face was framed nicely by shoulder-lenght auburn hair, and her smile gave me promises I hoped she would keep. «Of course I will!», I said. «Everything is back to normal now!»

I was secretly hoping we could get started right away. There was something deliciously bad about playing with these two, normal, perfect girls, turning them into small monsters of sex.

But I was thwarted at once.A small knock at the door, and in came a frightened looking first year I vaguely knew as Pricsilla Meyer. «Miss Edge, please! You're to come to Professor Snape's office at once, miss!». «Why?» I asked her, eyebrows raised. «Please, miss, he did not say. He just cornered me after class, miss, telling me to get you, or I'd have detention!».

I sighed, told the girls I'd see them later, and went with heavy feet, to what I expected to be a very unpleasant meeting.

When I knocked at his door, I heard a bark of "Come in!". Sheesh. He was angry, as I'd known.

I tried to apply my most regretting face, and went in.

"So! I see you lived! Are you aware that the potion might have killed you? And what do you think that would have done to my position at the school?". "I did not know how poisonous it was, professor! You never told me!". "I never told you.." he snared, "because you've just given me the biggest orgasm of my life, and I forgot!"

"And how good I am at blowjobs is a reason for you to shout at me for almost dying, I suppose!?"

He fell silent, and started pacing, broodingly, around his office. He was clearly thinking hard on what to say next. Finally, he turned to look at me, his face changed. None of the rage remained. Instead, he had a sad, pained expression in his black eyes.

"It is your complete lack of fear, Ylva. Your tendency to dive, head first, into every sexual encounter. Even with a man like me. I know you used your powers on me that night. I've never fallen into a trap like that before. I did not do so this time, either. I let myself fall. I wanted to be fearless, like you. I wanted to feel.. wanted.."

I knew he had really wanted to say "loved". I could see the sadness in the man before me, feared and respected by everyone, loved by noone. I wanted to touch him again, but this time to soothe him, to care for him. As I mooved closer, though, the moment passed. He shook himself, watching me come towards him with my hands streched out. "I'm so sorry, Severus.", I managed to croak, " But really, I wanted to seduce you because I wanted you. Badly. Because I thought, I still think, you're sexy. Damping hot, in fact."

Was that a slight reddening of his pale skin? "Put that aside, miss Edge. You know we cannot continue this foolishness. Professor Dumbledore suspects, as you might know already."

I nodded. "It's settled then. You go play with boys, and girls, your own age. Of you trot. And remember your potion."

Pffft. As if he could decide what I did and did not do, the big, horny hypocrite. The potion, though, I would remember. I did not want any more queues forming outside my door.

As I was leaving, I turned and said "So what you're saying, Sev, is that we'll shag in secret from now on? In that case, great! I'll remember not to wear anything under my robes tomorrow in potions!"

I winked, and left him. There was no doubt now. His white skin had a perfect scarlet tinge as he watched me leave.