Chapter 7

Pinnacle

Things had gone back to relative normality. The remaining two months passed very quickly and uneventfully, although both Snape and Morgana could easily think of times that had seemed to last an eternity.

Morgana had not made any jaunts outside after curfew, and even if she had, Snape would not have been waiting. Neither seemed to want to run into the other unnecessarily, and avoided almost all contact during lessons. He never called on her to answer questions, and she never volunteered any information. They avoided each others gaze when the lessons ended and it came time to bring her potion up to his desk. It seemed that neither could wait for the school year to end.

There had been several nights that Morgana had been tempted to go out, but had only ever gotten so far as putting on her cloak and almost going through the portrait door. She had stood there for what had seemed like hours. Little did she know, that Snape had done exactly the same thing that night, standing in his doorway, tempted to go and wait for her. Both had not ventured out and had spent the night awake thinking of their past encounters.

Now, it was the final week of the year and everyone seemed to blissfully happy about it, especially the 7th years who would be having a huge ball the following Saturday when they officially graduated. Morgana wasn't at all happy to be leaving. She was too afraid to face Snape, but she didn't want to leave under the present circumstances. She wasn't sure what she would do, and as more time went on, she became less sure if she should do anything at all.

The week seemed to fly past. Most of the lessons were work free. All except for Potions, in which Snape had them all make potions for the Infirmary. Morgana was secretly glad for this, as it kept her from thinking too much.

Neither made any acknowledgement of the other during those final lessons, and Morgana left her final lesson at Hogwarts wondering if the feelings she thought they had for each other were simply all in her head.

Morgana didn't know whether to be sad or relieved when Saturday arrived and the 7th years all graduated. The Graduation Ball was to be that night and the whole year had been blustering on about it as though it were more important than their NEWTs.

Morgana didn't have a date for the Ball. It wasn't because she hadn't been asked, but rather that she didn't want to go with anyone. She fully intended to turn up for a little while, then leave to pack her things before going to bed early. Her dorm mates couldn't understand her reticence about it. Most just assumed she was worried about her exams results. In actual fact, her results hadn't crossed her mind. She knew she would do relatively well; she'd never gotten less than an E.

She had picked up a simple and unassuming dress during a recent Hogsmeade visit. It was a pale blue satin slip-type dress with thin straps. It wasn't low in the neck or above the knees, and she had a fluffy cardigan to go over the top. The castle could get quite drafty, even in the summer. It didn't take her long to get ready, and she waited until everyone in her dorm had left before leaving herself.

Snape was stood in a far corner glaring at anyone who would dare look at him. He was cradling a glass of firewhiskey and praying to all manner of deities to have the night end quickly. It was then that he noticed Morgana enter the hall. She was alone, and didn't seem to want to be here. At first, he found this odd. He would have thought she would be eager to dance the night away with some putrid teenager from her year, who would only try to grope her later after many cups of spiked punch had been consumed.

As it was, she simply stood in a corner alone, barely taking any drinks from her cup. She smiled at the few people who bothered to speak to her at all, and spent over an hour simply watching everyone else have a good time.

Snape spent the same hour watching her, wondering why she seemed so listless. Was she upset to be leaving Hogwarts? He knew that many students would miss the school, but most would also be happy to be graduating, all of them now of age.

After a little while longer, it seemed Morgana had had enough. She stealthily put down her half-full cup and silently made her way out of the hall. No one noticed. Except Snape.

She walked slowly through the simply let corridors, looking at many of the portraits and statues, trying to commit to memory as much as possible. This was to be her last night. She knew she would not get into trouble for being out after curfew this night, so she took her time wandering the corridors. She was not even aware of being followed.

Snape used his past experience as a spy to silently follow Morgana, using the many cavities in the walls where statues and suits of armour stood, to hide himself every so often. He followed her to the large windows where he had first caught her that fateful night.

She stopped to look out at the courtyard, silently smiling to herself as she remembered her jaunts out. She couldn't help thinking that she had seriously messed up the 'relationship' they had begun to have. She wished she could do something about it, but it was far too late now. The past few months, he had barely acknowledged her in class. She would have to move on. He clearly had.

Snape watched as her smile turned to a frown. She looked entirely defeated. He felt a strange pang at her apparent sadness, and could no longer deny the feelings she had managed to evoke in him. The past few months had been very trying. Having her in his class week after week had been awful. He had spent most of his nights reliving their short time together, hoping to try to gain some measure of closure, but it had only made him crave her more. He tried to tell himself that she would soon be gone, and things could go back to normal, but in hindsight, he had been fooling himself. He had been alone for so long, he had forgotten what it felt like to truly desire someone.

Morgana stood for a while longer, before stepping away. She slowly made her way down the corridor, still unaware of Snape's presence. She didn't even notice the alcove he had first accosted her in as she past it.

Snape took this opportunity to quickly grab her, and hoisted her into the alcove, pressing her into the dark wall with his body.

All Morgana had had time to do was gasp as she felt a warmth press into her.

"Tsk, tsk, Miss Steadwell. Out again after curfew?" a deep voice resonated from behind her.

She immediately recognised the voice, though she was extremely surprised to hear it.

Snape turned her around to face him, even though it was rather dark. He wanted to see her face. He needed to see if she really did want him.

"Can you forgive a foolish old man?" he whispered, feeling more vulnerable than he ever had in his life.

"I don't understand?" Morgana replied.

"I didn't know how… I've never been in this position before. I've been alone for so long… I was… scared."

"I thought you were using me," Morgana whispered, dropping her head.

"I wasn't trying to use you," he replied, lifting her chin.

"I really thought you didn't want me," she said, looking into his eyes.

"Yes, well, even I know when I am in denial," he said, smirking.

Morgana smiled back, unsure what to say or do.

"Can we start again?" Snape asked.

"Well, I…"

"I'll take that as a yes," Snape said, quickly cutting her off with a passionate kiss.

Morgana responded by throwing her arms around his neck as he lifted her up, pulling her legs around him. He used his knees to brace them against the wall as he removed her cardigan and pulled down a strap of her dress. He pressed his hips hard into her, and revelled in the loud groan that escaped her lips.

He made quick work of ripping her knickers off her completely, before undoing his trousers and freeing himself. He pressed himself into her once more, and allowed his length to slip slowly into her, savouring the feeling of her.

He held on to her behind as he moved, setting a steady rhythm, not wanting it to end too quickly, as he devoured her mouth, swallowing all her moans. Her hands were in his hair, as she returned his kiss with brutal force. He reached a hand down to stroke her clit, causing her to buck hard against him. In reaction, he made his thrusts sharper, groaning into her mouth with every movement.

They were completely unaware of McGonagall coming up the corridor and stopping at the alcove. All they heard was the sound of her clearing her throat.

"Excuse me!" she shrieked when they didn't part.

"Minerva," Snape grunted as Morgana was trying to free herself from him.

He kept a tight hold of her, making sure to keep himself inside her.

"Is there something you wanted?" he asked as he kissed Morgana's neck.

"Would you mind extricating yourself from that… girl!" McGonagall shrieked.

"Mmm… I am rather busy at the moment, would you mind waiting?" he purred.

McGonagall was far too shocked to do anything else, and so stepped out of the alcove and wandered a few paces down the corridor. She did however, have the presence of mind to disillusion the alcove.

"Are you insane?" Morgana whispered desperately, still trying to free herself.

"Shhh… what could she possibly do?" he whispered into her neck as he began to move inside her again.

"Sack you, and expel me!"

"Nonsense. You have graduated, and are of age. Now, just enjoy," he said before devouring her mouth.

Morgana wanted to protest more, but she soon found her melting into his kiss as he increased his pace. He stroked her clit once more and found himself enflamed by her moans as he angled his thrusts to hit her g-spot. They were quickly becoming closer to that ever looming edge, both coming closer to climax as he pounded into her, desperately teasing her clit as he groaned loudly, meeting her slight thrusts as she tried urgently to buck into him. Her hands gripped tightly to his hair as they ravaged each others' mouths, and Snape found his head being yanked sharply back as Morgana threw her head back to scream as she came, her powerful spasms bringing him over with her.

All McGonagall could hear were the moans and groans of the couple tearing into each other with a passion she didn't realise Snape, or her brainy Gryffindor possessed. Their screams as they came suddenly made her aware of the fact that she had not silenced the alcove when she disillusioned it, but with most others busy with the Ball, she tried not to panic too much.

Snape and Morgana righted themselves, fastening their clothes, and Morgana was about to cast a cleansing charm when Snape stopped her.

"I think I'd like for you to wear my orgasm until we get back to my quarters," he whispered hoarsely in her ear as he took her ripped knickers from her before she could mend them and put them on.

Morgana blinked at him in shock, both knowing full well that his semen would easily be visible as it slowly made its way down her legs as they walked.

Snape merely smirked at her embarrassment. He was still thoroughly turned on, even as he managed to subdue an impending erection. He took hold of Morgana's hand and pulled her gently from the alcove to meet McGonagall's stern gaze.

"Follow me," she ordered, before turning swiftly and striding up the corridor, far faster than necessary.

Snape and Morgana did as she ordered, though Snape couldn't help but look at Morgana's efforts to keep her legs as closed as possible as she walked. It didn't take long for them to reach the Headmistress's office, and McGonagall lead them in.

She immediately went to stand behind her desk and assumed a very authoritarian stance by putting her hands on her hips and glaring intently at the couple. Snape merely smiled at her, unfazed by her intimidating posture. Morgana was rather terrified.

"So, would either of you care to explain yourselves?" she roared at them.

"I hardly think anything needs explaining," Snape replied calmly.

"You hardly think?! What did you think you were doing?!" she screeched.

"I would think that even you would recognise two people fucking," he replied casually.

Morgana looked at her feet to stop herself from laughing at his casual use of such a word in front of the Headmistress. McGonagall looked as though she might pass out from pure fury.

"You were fucking a student!" she screamed as she slammed her hands down on the desk.

"No, I was fucking a recently graduated consenting adult. An adult who was enjoying my fucking her immensely before you interrupted us," Snape said evenly.

"You were fucking in a corridor!"

"A deserted corridor. No one was around, except for you, and that was only because I suspect you were patrolling looking for just that – people fucking in quiet corners. Really Minerva, I had no idea you were such a voyeur," he goaded.

"How dare you!" she boomed in a voice Morgana didn't think she was capable of using.

"Minerva, she is perfectly of age, and is no longer a student. I have not actually broken any rules. Aside from perhaps a little lapse in propriety, we have done nothing wrong. So, if you will excuse us, we'd like to retire for the night."

With that, Snape turned and pulled Morgana from the room, smirking up at the portrait of Dumbledore, who was beaming down at him.

McGonagall looked to the same portrait, open mouthed and waited for some response.

"He is quite right, Minerva. He has not broken any rules. Besides, he needed to get his end away. I think Morgana will be good for him," Dumbledore said to a dumbfounded McGonagall, who simply slumped into her chair defeated.

Snape pulled Morgana the entire way to his quarters and didn't stop until he had her inside the door, with him locking and warding it behind them.

"I don't think I've ever heard anyone talk to McGonagall like that!" Morgana exclaimed as he stowed his wand in his robes.

Snape simply smiled at her as he approached her. He stroked her lips as he looked at her with more fondness than she ever expected of him. He leant down to kiss her gently.

"I'm going to take my time. We have all night," he whispered to her as he gently lifted her into his arms and carried her to his bedchamber.


A/N: This is the pennultimate chapter, there will be an epilogue to follow, probably with some more lemons!

Thanks to everyone who have been eagerly awaiting this chapter. It has taken me some time to get rid of the writer's block, and hopefully, it won't be long before I update again!!