It had been a long conversation, I had with Ron, Harry, Hermione and Ginny in the Common Room, to explain the energy rush, my scar was causing. But I didn't tell them about the Snape thing. I would take that with me to grave.
Through the next two weeks I got used to the castle and its inhabitants. I had watched the Quidditch selection together with Hermione and once again noticed the attraction between her and Ron, that both tried to ignore as it seemed.
We had been at Hagrid's afterwards, where I was told the whole Aragog story.
I felt sorry for him, but ugh, a giant spider?
So with classes and homework, the time went by fast and I found myself sitting at my second letter for Mathild and Michael.
I also had told them about my scar and had received a very worried letter, which touched me, so I wanted to dispel their worries.
"Shouldn't you be at Snape's office in five minutes, Gen?", Hermione asked confused.
"Fuck!", I yelled and jumped to my feet. Pulling my now light brown, midback long hair into a messy bun, I said: "Thank you, speaking calendar", and winked.
She rolled her eyes and chuckled. I hurried out of the Common Room and nearly ran down the corridors. My heart beat fastened, but I knew it wasn't from running.
At exactly six o'clock I knocked at Snape's office door.
I was panting, but tried to look collected as he opened the door.
Once again he was wearing a white shirt, the robe was thrown over a chair.
I resisted the urge to faint and said: "Good evening, Professor."
He nodded and let me in. I stood unsure, until he pointed at a chair in front of his desk.
"As I told you, I will test today, how much control you have gained", he said.
I nodded, kneading my hands. "So, I have to require, you will not tell anybody, what happens in here, do you understand me? And to make this point clear, you are still my student. I have no romantic feelings towards you and I never will. Whatever we do in here is to improve your abilities. Because of the fact I am your teacher, I have to make sure every student takes the whole potential of him or her out to the world for a greater good", he stated.
I was feeling lightly dizzy, but nodded: "Of course, Sir."
He looked at me and it sent a shiver down my spine. I tried to ignore the heat, which was building up in my stomach.
"Well, then stand up and go over there", he pointed out to the back of his office.
I did as I was told and he carried the chair over. I saw his muscles tense a little and bit my lip.
"Sit", he commanded. As I sat down again, he knelt beside me and removed the charm from my scar. Then he sat there for a minute, just looking at me. I was longing for him, yes, but was far away from the crazy fury, that had attacked him after the test of my abilities.
He nodded lightly, then rose his hand, placing it gently on my neck, all the while staring into my eyes. I bit my lip again as his hand travelled from my neck to the beginning of my cleavage.
But still I didn't move a finger. He smirked lightly. It was that smirk, that made my scar drive on overload. Flames were erupting around it and I tried to suppress the moan, while latching onto the chair.
His hand wandered and I was afraid of what would happen if it came in contact with the scar. There were still flames dancing around it. His fingertips on my skin were driving me wild.
Then finally his fingers brushed over the first extension of my scar, just at the beginning of my arm. As he was going down the tension in my stomach grew, I was gritting my teeth.
Suddenly a dike broke as his fingers followed the outlines of the scar.
I threw my head back and moaned, while spreading my legs. When I looked back up, he stared at me, but didn't stop tracing my skin. His eyes were dark, maybe even hungry.
Are you longing for me, Severus? Do you want to raven me?
Then his finger came in contact with a little flame, that was nestled to my scar.
He groaned, shutting his eyes close and grabbed my arm reflexively for hold.
I couldn't hold back and gasped: "Oh Баба Яга!"
His eyes snapped open and he stared at me in disbelief.
"What… umm… What happened?", I managed to get out.
He panted, his chest rising and falling fast and heavy.
"I- uh, I don't know… Something shot through me… It was… uhh", he stuttered.
"The one and only Severus Snape speechless?", I breathed.
He glared at me, what caused me to bite my lip once again.
Out of the blue he pulled my arm towards him. When his lips came in contact with my scar, I moaned out loud, spreading my legs even further. Flames erupted from my skin, hundreds of little fires burning on my skin. They crawled further until they reached his lips.
He kept groaning against my arm, but still kissed it, traced it. I was out of my senses.
Suddenly I felt his tongue brush against the sharp outline of the scar and I gasped, bucking my hips. I needed this man and I needed him now.
With one quick movement I jumped to my feet, rose my wand and had him pressed against the chair, ropes keeping sure, he stood in place.
"Miss Fontané, release me immediately!", he growled. I stared at him, his eyes boring into mine. Once again I rose my wand and locked the door, putting a silencing charm on the wall.
"What are you planning to do? You are a child", he spat. I knew, he wanted to insult me, so I wouldn't do, what I was planning to.
"You think so? Let me prove you the opposite", I purred and pulled my shirt over my head to throw it on the ground. He stared at the lacy black bra and gulped. I grinned.
Slowly I bend to remove my shoes, jeans, leggings and socks. The floor was cold like ice, but I didn't notice. It was like fire was circulating in my body.
He didn't remove his stare from my frame and I leaned forwards, supporting myself on the chair: "Not so much of a child, hm?", I whispered into his ear. His breath fastened.
"I could do so many things to you… I could take you right here, bound to the chair. But I want you to beg me to touch you. I want you to crave me", I whispered into his ear, sending shivers down his spine. I let my tongue brush over his neck.
Kneeling down in front of him, I ripped his shirt open and gasped.
His chest looked hard as stone. He had abs, my God, he had abs! I let my finger trace them, what caused him to groan.
Smirking I started to work on his belt.
"Stop it! Miss Fontané! Stop! Gen!", he yelled desperately. I looked up at him.
His eyes told me to go on, his mouth told me to stop.
I swung my wand, his trousers and shoes were gone. Before me sat a nearly naked Severus Snape. I was so turned on by the image, I groaned at him. He bit his lip, but still didn't remove his stare from me. I started to kiss his inner thighs, getting nearer and nearer to the one thing I wanted to touch, I wanted to be driving in and out of me.
He groaned, throwing his head back: "Merlin, Gen!"
I grinned against his skin. Finally I pulled on his boxers and he bucked his hips to make it easier to slip them off.
Seems like he's not himself either.
I threw the boxers away and turned my gaze to his dick. He was long and thick, fuck was he thick! I purred at him, tracing his erect and hard member with my tongue.
He groaned and bucked his hips again. I grinned and stood up. He stared at me confused.
I reached behind me and opened the bra clips. The cloth landed on the floor, exposing my chest. He didn't turn his stare away, but he licked his lips.
Ever so slowly I reached down and pulled down my panties, stepping out.
He growled at me as he stared at my bare skin. He started to tear at the ropes.
"You wanna touch me?", I asked.
"Yes", he breathed.
I got on my knees once again and licked the tip of his dick. He moaned.
"Beg for me, Severus", I whispered against him.
"Please, Gen! Oh Merlin, I need you", he groaned.
Smirking I rose to my feet and removed the ropes.
Immediately he was on his feet and crashed me against the wall. I moaned at the sensation of his bare skin against mine.
"Gen", he breathed against my ear, his fingers travelling over my neck.
"Severus", I pleaded as my hands stroke his back.
"You aren't even of age", he whispered while placing kisses on my neck.
"I will-uh, become seventeen at… ah… Halloween", I panted.
"Then you will have to wait", he said and made an attempt to turn around, but I grabbed his shoulder and member. He groaned at the touch and stared at me disbelieving.
"You promise?", I asked.
Instead of an answer, he pressed me against the wall once again and picked me up.
I put my legs around his waist and my hands behind his neck. I felt his dick rubbing against my stomach.
He stared at me again and then, for the first time, his lips crashed against mine.
We moved hungrily, desperate. His tongue was dancing with mine and I never wanted to let go. But suddenly he dropped me again and whispered: "I don't make promises."
With that he left through a door behind his desk.
As soon as he was out of sight, the tension merely sank. I shook my head, once again embarrassed with myself. Slowly I collected my things.
Time went by and Snape acted as if nothing at all had happened. Of course I had not expecting anything different, but still, it hurt a little. I tried not to think too much about him, but didn't quite manage that.
"Gen? Are you at home?", Hermione asked.
"Umm… Yeah, sorry, just zoned out", I smiled.
"The Halloween feast is going to be much bigger this year! There's a party afterwards, because now we have seven students, who have birthday on that day and it's on a Saturday! Thanks, Gen", Ginny giggled. I smiled at her. Maybe I could get drunk there, so I wouldn't have to think about Snape all the time.
I was sitting at the breakfast table, reading my latest acquirement, "The Stone's Tales", when Harry sat down beside me.
"How can you eat properly, when you read all the time?", he grinned.
"I just can", I grinned back.
"Umm Gen? I wanted to ask you something", he looked nervous.
"Sure, ask!", I was a little surprised.
"Do you want to come to the Halloween feast with me?", his voice was shaking a little.
"I thought everybody is going", I was confused and wrinkled my nose.
"No, I meant with me. As a date", his voice was getting lower and lower.
My stomach clenched: "Well, yeah, why not."
Suddenly I felt something rush past us. It was Snape and he looked quite angry.
My confusion just grew, but as Harry changed back to normal, we continued the conversation and I tried to ban Snape from my thoughts.
School was stressing me out, homework seemed to grow to mountains and the hours seemed to become shorter and shorter.
I covered up in work to get away from my Snape-obsession and so the time flew by.
"Come on, Gen, you have to get ready for the feast!", Ginny yelled through the dorm.
"Just this last sentence!", I shouted and wrote the last words of my essay for Transfiguration.
I jumped off my bed and helped Hermione to tie her dress.
"Thanks Gen. You need help with yours?", she asked while Ginny started putting on make up.
"No, it's quite easy", I grinned and slipped on the Stewart tartan dress, with black binding in front.
"Looks rather punk, honey", Ginny winked and I giggled, walking over to put on make up.
Afterwards I sat in front of the mirror, shutting my eyes and concentrating.
My hair fell down in deep red locks to my hip.
"I wish I could do that", Ginny sighed and put on her shoes.
We met the boys in the Common Room. Ron whistled when he saw us, his eyes glued on Hermione. I grinned lightly.
We walked downstairs, Harry and me in awkward silence.
The funny thing was, that I didn't really believed that he felt something for me, there was no deeper loving connection and I couldn't think why he should feel one.
We sat down to eat, thank God Hermione sat beside me, so she could go on with conversation making. Usually Harry and me never had problems with talking to each other, but today it didn't get going.
I was laughing about Ron, who played with his sausages, while Hermione looked at him quite disgusted and suddenly Harry took my hand. It was a gesture, naturally as if he had done it millions of times before. It felt comforting, there was nothing hot in the touch, but it felt like settling down.
I smiled up at him and squeezed, he grinned.
Suddenly I felt a stare at me and looked up. Snape glared at us, like he wished us hell's flames. I shuddered lightly.
After the meal the first-, second- and third years left and Dumbledore declared the party as started.
"I need something stronger than that", I sighed and pointed at the butterbeer in Ginny's hand.
"Gen-", Hermione started.
"It's my birthday, remember?", I winked at her. I went over to the bar and gulped two Firewhiskey's. For the beginning.
I hurried back and pulled at Hermione's and Ginny's hands: "Let's go dancing!"
Ginny giggled, but Hermione looked a little worried.
"Come on, Hermione! Just one night", I smiled at her and she followed us, the boys behind her. I started to bounce on the spot, throwing my arms into the air.
I let my gaze travel and found him. He leant against a wall, a glass of Firewhiskey twirling in his hand. I grinned as he caught my look. He glared.
I started to let my hips swing from one side to the other, then doing circles.
Without dropping my gaze, I got down, my ass nearly touching the floor, and slowly got up again. My eyes didn't leave his.
Suddenly I felt arms crawling around my hips. I panicked and turned around.
Harry was dancing with me. He had his hands on my hips and smiled.
My head was dizzy and light. Suddenly his lips approached mine and although I knew what was going to come I did nothing to stop it.
His lips embraced mine. Soft, shy and caressing. I responded. But my scar did not burn, my body did not explode in desire. I felt protected and cared about. But I did not feel craved.
I broke the kiss and threw a glance back. He was gone.
"I'm sorry, Harry, I'll be back in a few minutes!", I said and without waiting for an answer, I ran out of the hall and down to the dungeons.
