Defence was first thing, and Mara was right to dread it. Snape barely looked at her, or took any notice of her, and he was more snappy towards Harry than any of the other students, more so than normal. His ill temper was even affecting other students concentrations as he flapped around them, purposefully avoiding going anywhere near Mara-which hurt her, considering what they had done in his office last night, how could he be so pent up after that? How could one hug with Harry piss him off so much? Surely he didn't think..

Snape barked orders at everyone at the end of class to pack up, Mara did slowly

"Aren't you coming?" Hermione asked

"..no, uh-I need to speak with Professor Snape-about my homework."

"Are you sure?" Hermione said "He's a bit, angry, today..do you want to risk it?"

"I'll be fine, really." Mara winced.

Hermione shook her head "Well, it's your funeral." she said, hitching her bag on her shoulder "I'll save you a seat in charms."

"Thanks."

Mara hung back whilst the class filed out, and she made her way to Snapes' desk, she tried to ignore the deathly glower she received from behind his greasy hair.

"-sir-"

"I have another class soon, make it quick." Snape spat, tapping his homework pile on the desk before placing them flat down on the surface.

"...what you saw earlier-" she spluttered

"I saw all i needed to see." he retorted

"Really?" Mara replied "So last night meant nothing, did it?"

Snape felt his skin heat up at the memory of Mara straddling him like a jockey on a horse, her delighted cries in still echoed in his ears.

"Harry is a friend-I don't know where that hug came from, I don't have any romantic feelings for him and never will-he is just being nice!"

Snape scoffed "Potter is never nice unless there's something in it for him" he snapped

"Then you don't know Harry very well-how do I prove to you...how long before your next class?" Mara asked, throwing Snape off slightly "...ten minutes, or so-why do you ask-ungh-"

Snape looked in surprise as she navigated him against the desk, and watched as she lowered down onto her knees

"What do you think-mmth!" the feeling of her fingers slid along his groin, caused him to stagger and clutch the desk for support.

"This won't-ngh!" she unbuttoned his trousers, and without further protest, Snape let her pull them down slightly, along with his grey Y-Fronts, and watched her with intense eyes as she took him into her slim fingers, and grunted as she slowly stroked the sensitive skin

Snape shut his eyes, as Maras' hand continued the slow, massaging sliding motion, almost as if she was caressing a prised jewel; and his eyes snapped open, unable to supress a grunt as her hand slid along his balls 'how does she know how to do these things' Snape wondered, gripping the desk for dear life as her hand cupped and squeezed his balls, moaning as her hand slid up and down his shaft, preventing him form anymore thought.

Mara concentrated past Snape, keeping her eyes on the desk as she pumped and caressed, listening to his moans as she remembered the last time she was with Lucius Malfoy, as he made her put his dick in her mouth-she remembered the fullness and horrendous taste, and the directions he gave her on how to do the right thing-but she'd had enough when Mr Malfoy felt the need to grab her head and push it down her throat harder, which is where her teeth accidentally bit down hard, causing him to scream and kick her away, she was glad she did it, because it meant He was in pain, and unable to have sex with her again for awhile...

Snape groaned loudly, at the feeling of her tongue sliding along wetly under his dick, his fingers gripped the wood of the desk until he felt splinters pierce his skin, as Maras tongue slid along his shaft like she was licking an ice cream. Mara found she didn't mind pleasuring Snape like this, and glanced up at his closed eyes, pleasure radiated on his sallow face like she had never even seen on Mr Malfoy, and she felt a strange desire to make Snape feel good.

He glanced down as she removed her tongue, then whined intensely, at the warm, moist feeling of her mouth enclosing around the tip of his shaft, and slowly pushing down, her fingers sliding behind his balls almost expertly-he felt like his body would collapse if he wasn't holding the desk, as all the weight left it from the slippery tongue that licked, the lips that elegantly pumped, and the fingers that stroked firmly...

'Stopstopstop' Snape whined dramatically, at the pressure of her fingers pushed hard against him, raising the pressure through his body-she released, and more gently stroked him once again, his body sagging slightly, and she pulled her mouth away from his hard dick, Snape moaned softly as her hand pumped quickly up and down, her free hand massaging the inside of his thighs-as her tongue tickled his balls, then took them into her mouth gently, feeling his moans vibrate through her own skull, as her hand continued to pump him...

Snapes' loud moan prompted Mara to purposefully pull away, as the pressure became too much for him to handle-and he sprayed white, sticky liquid everywhere until his whole body became limp, Mara remained sat on the floor, massaging her jaw, her body ached from the way she knelt-Snape glanced at her through watery eyes, the only thing grounding his body was his clutching grip on the desk.

They remained silent for a few moments, panting "...do you forgive me, Professor?" she asked almost seductively, through such an innocent look it made him leak a little more down his thigh.

She watched as Snape propped himself away, pulling up his pants quickly. He lowered his hand, and she grabbed it, letting him pull her up off the floor.

"...for now." he smirked, looking so relaxed it was as if he was never angry before, but the worried look in his eyes didn't comfort her. "...come to my office later, after dinner." he said raggedly.

Mara looked in surprise, but nodded with a small smile. He glanced away from her, and turned to his desk "here." he turned back and handed her a note "see the nurse about that mark, won't you." he added, Mara stared in disbelief

"Yes-I noticed." he said, stroking her jaw slightly that made her blush.

She simply nodded, then turned

"...you might want to clean that up, Professor." Snape looked at the white stain on the floor, and quickly took out his wand, swishing it over the stain as Mara giggled a little-reluctantly causing him to smirk, but he quickly frowned upon remembering about the meeting with her in his office later...

The time came quicker than Snape cared for, since the-er-event, in the classroom happened, the hours seemed to slip by quicker as his spirit felt lighter. All the anger he held against Mara for being touched by Potter evaporated, and although he felt a little irked by it still, he didn't snap once at a student the rest of the day..

Questions still plagued him, however, why did Potter even touch-hug her? How did she seem so experienced in the way she took him in her mouth like that? The memory caused a slight throb in his pants, and he pictured her kneeling before him, looking up at him through innocent eyes as his member pushed inside her mouth.

He shook his head quickly off the vivid image..

Dare he ask her? Did she have-experiences with another boy before she and himself got tangled up in this? She was seventeen..Snape recalled his own years at Hogwarts, remembering Lucius Malfoy waltzing off with Narcissa Malfoy late at night to some quiet part of the dungeon somewhere or another when he had turned seventeen. Snape himself..was stuck in his common room, whilst..

He shook his head again, angry with himself as a red headed, beautiful green eyed woman flashed in the front of his brain, laughing with the arrogant, toe rag of a Gryffindor, forgetting he ever existed...still-he couldn't help feel like he was..betraying her...a bit..

He clutched his chest...his heart ached..

But...with Mara, he seemed to-feel-he actually felt something-after feeling so, dead, inside for so many years, Mara actually ignited that flame inside him again.

And he had no idea why!

He stared at the two goblets prepared in front of him, and jumped at the knocks on his door.

"..enter." he grumbled, he turned to face the door, and watched as Mara entered quietly.

She stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, unsure of how to start talking, she looked embarrassed, perhaps thinking back to their passionate moment in the classroom, too.

"Uhm..you wanted to see me?" she asked,

"..yes." Snape replied, and gestured to the chair in front of his desk.

Mara felt his intense eyes upon her, and felt the atmosphere in the room change, she couldn't pin point what was wrong here.

"...I thought we could do with a drink...after that, eventful moment this morning."

Mara blushed, and although embarrassed, she didn't like the stiff look on his face.

He turned, and stared at her goblet for a moment,

did he really want to do this?

He exhaled silently as he poured the firewhisky, his back to her-it Had to be done, he was protecting Draco, if he didn't he would..

He poured his own drink, turned and handed Mara her goblet without another moments thought.

He nodded, and rose his goblet-Mara copied, but hesitated, why was he acting so oddly? Did she do something wrong earlier, is that what he wanted to talk about...was he just trying to relax the tension?

She pursed her lips, but rose her goblet to her mouth, feeling Snapes dark gaze on her as she gulped-and he looked away.

A guilty feeling rose as Snape thought about how she wouldn't remember pleasuring him in the classroom, their encounter in his office the night before,

or seeing Draco's dark mark...