A/N: The first part of this chapter (with some changes, obviously) was meant to be on the first version of chapter 27 (in which there would have been no pre-summer crisis between Severus and Minerva, but then I changed my mind…) I hope you like it.

ENJOY ^_^

MY MASTER

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37

Back to Hogwarts

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By Saeshmea

The movement of the train is not helping me at all to keep my balance while I have my left wrist tied up to one of the train racks, and the right to the other one so that I am standing in an X position, completely naked and facing the window.

"How many points were them?" Severus asks standing behind me, letting me feel his hard on through the fabric of his trousers pressed on my thigh.

"Sixty, Sir," I say, "I had sixty points.

"Good," he replies, "let's count them out loud, then," he says, "but not too loud, because your friends are on the adjoining compartment and we don't want them to listen how much you enjoy to be punished, right?" he whispers on my ear right before giving me the first smack with his opened hand, and I gasp.

"One," I say, "thank you, Sir," I add, even though I know he didn't told me to, but not willing to add any more spanks to my punishment price.

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It was at the beginning of last week when I found the two train tickets on the kitchen table of Severus house.

"You bought tickets for the Hogwarts Express?" I asked, "I thought we were going back to Scotland to spend the end of the holidays with William."

"We are," Severus replied.

"Then, why would I want to come back to London to go on a five-hour-long train journey when we can easily take the floo network to Hogsmeade or just apparate there," I complained.

"Because during those five hours you'll be entirely mine," he said, with that evil smile on his face that made it very clear that he had something more than a boring train journey in mind.

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King's Cross was crowded like always, specially the platform 9 ¾, so following Severus at a certain distance so that nobody would suspect anything was hard, but once in our compartment the outside world seemed not to exist anymore.

When the train began to move Severus told me to take my clothes off and sit opposite to him, with my legs widely opened and my hands on my knees. I wasn't allowed to move, no matter what, and I didn't understand that point until the trolley lady knocked the compartment door and instead of ignoring her, Severus stood up and opened the door slightly, just enough to speak with her, but not enough for her to see me on the other seat.

When the lady was gone, Severus closed the door back and this time, he locked it.

"On your knees," he ordered after sitting down, with the box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans he had just bought on his hands.

I obeyed his command and quickly knelt on the compartment's floor in my perfectly studied position.

"We're going to play a guessing game," he said, "you will close your eyes and you'll try to guess the flavor of each bean I feed you," he explained, "for every wrong answer you get ten punishment points, for every right one, you lose five. Understood?"

"Yes, Sir," I said, and as soon as I closed my eyes I felt the first sweet being forced into my mouth. Apple was my first guess, but no, it was something sweeter, juicer… maybe… "melon," I said.

"Wrong, it was watermelon," he said, "that gives you your first ten points," he announced with a mischievous smile on his lips, and we kept playing until I had so many different flavors mixed in my mouth that I was completely unable to guess any.

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"Fifty-nine," I say, trying to control my breathing to make it easier to bare the pain on my punished bottom, "thank you, Sir," I add, and before I recover from it, he gives me my last smack, "Sixty, thank you, Sir," I say very quickly, and I sight, feeling nothing but my blood throbbing on my skin.

"Good," Severus whispers on my ear, pressing his body against mine while he massages my sore ass carefully, "you did very good."

"Thank you, Sir," I say, feeling his erection against me, thinking of it filling me very slowly whenhe raises his wand to untie me, but as always, he has other plans.

"Back on your knees," he orders, and he grabs me by my shoulders and forces me down before I've even started to move. Being in my position, I watch him undo his trousers and I don't wait for any further commands, I take his hard cock into my mouth and start moving, slowly.

"You can touch yourself," he says at some point, and I do, I start massaging my lower lips, rubbing my clitoris, getting ready for whenever he's ready to fuck me, but he doesn't.

"You can get dressed, now," he says after I've swallowed all his cum.

"But," I complain, but he interrupts me.

"Are you sure you want to finish that sentence," he says, "Because right now anything you say can become a punishment," he warns me, "so, you were saying?"

"Nothing, Sir," I say.

"Good," he mutters, "now get dress," he commands, "we're about to arrive to Hogsmeade."

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"Minerva!" I hear the Headmaster call my name as soon as I step down the train.

He appears from who-knows-where all of the sudden and helps me down the wagon.

"Hello, Albus," I say.

"It's nice having you back, Minerva," he greets enthusiastically, "and you too, Severus," he says, and I turn around to see that Severus has actually followed me out of the train right one step behind me. "You should had told me you were coming by train sooner, dear," he adds while taking my hand and placing it on his arm so that I walk with him out of the station.

"It was a last minute decision," I say.

"Well, you should tell me next time," he insists, "I would have at least made you some company during the journey."

"Severus was good company, too," I say, slightly turning around to make Albus know he's behind us.

"Well, I'm glad you're getting along," the Headmaster points out, letting my arm free to let space for Severus between us, "because you'll have to work together this year," he says, "tell me, my boy, anything new to report?"

"Not since last night, Sir," Severus answers and then we hear Albus being called by someone in the platform.

"Well, make sure that professor McGonagall arrives safe to the school," he tells Severus, "I'll see you two in the Great Hall," and after that he walks away.

"You've been reporting to Albus?" I ask while we watch the Headmaster disappear among the crowd of kids and professors.

"For the entire summer," he answers, taking my hand and making me hold his arm just like Albus did.

"Severus, we're surrounded by people," I say, "people from the school."

"The Headmaster said I should keep you safe," he reminds me, with a smirk on his face, while we walk to the carriages together.

"Why didn't you tell me you were reporting to Albus?" I insist again.

"I didn't think you'd like to know I was lying to him."

"Lying?" I ask.

"Well, I couldn't tell him I was satisfying the depraved sexual needs of his Deputy Headmistress, could I?" he jokes, and I smile.

"Not exactly what you did on the train," I snap, still feeling that throbbing between my legs, reminding me of what we hadn't done in that compartment.

"Min!" Rolanda yells my name from one of the carriages in line, right on time to save me from any reply Severus was getting ready for me.

"We saved seats for the two of you," she says, and Severus helps me up, "Pomona came last week to get everything ready with Hans in their new home," he explains while Severus and I sit opposite to them, my sore bottom reminding me what we did do.

"How was your journey?" Poppy asks when the thestrals begin to move, "we didn't see you in the train."

"We were in the compartment next door," I say, and I realize now that Severus must have charmed the small room so that nobody could hear us, despite of his warnings to be quite; I don't know why, I always fall for that.

"Oh, you should have said something," she complains, "we had to sit with Flitwick and Flanagan, it was so boring, they were so concentrated on their books that Ro and I felt bad for talking, so we barely spoke for the entire journey… we wouldn't have mind sitting with you, you know?"

"Oh, but they would have," Rolanda interrupts looking at us holding hands, "I don't think these two talked much in the train, if you know what I mean…"

"What… oh," Poppy blushes in realization.

"Ro, please, there were children in the train," I try to take whatever image they have out of their minds.

"You weren't so concerned about them when we were leaving London," Severus snaps, and I turn around to stare at him, sure that his only purpose of the day is to embarrass me.

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Dinner goes well. Like every year: I introduce the new students to the school, they're picked into each house, being Flitwick's the one to receive more children this time; a new Weasley comes to Gryffindor, and Dumbledore introduces Severus as the new potions teacher, replacing Slughorn, and announces the beginning of the school year.

When the feast is over, I walk with my new cubs to the Gryffindor tower and help the prefects organize the bedrooms; when I'm sure everything is fine I make my way to the Headmaster's office.

I know twice and wait for him to let me in.

"You said you wanted to see me, Albus," I say as I close the door behind me and then I notice we're not alone, Severus is sitting at the desk, opposite to Dumbledore.

"Yes, Minerva, please, come in," he's calmed, relaxed… does he know something? What is Severus doing here? Why am I here with him? I feel my breathing fastening, my legs tremble, and when I sit down, next to Severus, I have to make a big effort not to look for his hand under the table for comfort.

"Minerva, I was just telling Severus that preparing himself to teach was an easy task but that being Head of House is different," the Headmaster says, and I sight, realizing this is just about work and nothing else, "it requires a certain experience to know how to deal with the problems he'll be facing, an experience that you do have," he points out, and all I can think about is that everyone insists on our age different, even Albus, "so, I need you to be Severus' mentor on this, guide him when he needs help."

"Of course," I say, forcing a smile on my lips, "it will be my pleasure."

"Perfect, then," Albus mutters, "now, Severus, if you excuses us, Minerva and I have business to discuss," he looks at him, now, "since you don't want to occupy Slughorn's old rooms, I'm sure you'll be able to find your way."

"Yes, Sir," he stands up, and both Albus and I imitate him, "good night, Sir, professor," he greets me, and I see him leave while I have to stay.

"Tell me," I say to the Headmaster, hoping we can go through whatever problem there is fast.

"How was your summer?" he asks.

"I thought you said we had some business to…"

"You didn't owl me," he says.

"I sent you the new timetables for the school year, didn't I?"

"But you barely said anything about how your holidays were going," he points out, "I'm worried about you, Minerva, the war is finished and…"

"You weren't worried when you filled me up with your work and I did it without complaining," I say with a rage feeling I'm not sure where is coming from, "there's no harm on trying to really disconnect from the school during the summer," I add, "I really needed it, Albus. These last years have been…"

"I know," he interrupts me, "I'm sorry. I wish you spend a nice holiday back home."

"I did," I answer

"I'm glad," he smiles, "now, would you like to have a chess game with me?" he asks, and for a moment I hesitate, I don't want him to feel bad, I'm not really bad at him, but I know Severus is waiting for me, and the truth is, I can't wait to see his private rooms again either.

"I'd love to," I say, "but I'm really tired, Albus, maybe another day."

"Of course, good night, dear."

"Good night."

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There's a lot of noise coming from the Slythering common room when I arrive to the dungeons, but I ignore it. Severus' door is ajar. I close it behind me and I leave my wand in the first drawer of his desk, for old times' sake.

When I step into the studio, I find a path of rose's petals that leads me into the bedroom, where Severus is standing next to an old record player that as soon as the door is closed, begins to play a slow waltz.

Before I can figure out what words to speak, Severus takes my hands and begin to spin me around the room. He is, indeed, a pretty good dancer.

"What is all this?" I ask.

"It's our first night back in the school, I thought we should make it somehow special," he says, while we keep dancing around the room and then, suddenly, he pulls me onto the bed, letting his body fall onto the mattress too, "I want to make love to you tonight, Minerva," he whispers, and he places a soft kiss on the corner of my lips, and then draws a path of kisses all down my body while his fingers skilfully unbutton my dress.

I say nothing, because I wouldn't know what to say right now, all I can do is enjoy the moment and think that if I am not mad already, this relationship will certainly turn me crazy.

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TO BE CONTINUED…