A/N: Posting 3 chapters tonight so be sure you start with 71, dont want anyone to miss out!

A shiver went through her as she walked out of the kitchen. She walked through the sitting room, feeling overly aware of her nudity. Her breasts jiggled freely as she climbed the stairs, an unusual feeling. She paused in the hallway. He hadn't told her which room to go in, he'd only said go upstairs.

Freddie crossed her arms over her chest, feeling awkward and exposed as she waited.

Is this really happening? She thought, feeling nervous and excited. Is this really going to happen? What changed his mind? He said he's been trying to fight the attraction – for how long, I wonder? Whatever changed his mind...I'm glad he did.

She heard Snape's footsteps on the stairs and turned to face him as he joined her. He crossed the hall wordlessly, grabbed her arms and pulled them away from her chest.

"No," he said simply and she nodded in understanding, clasping her hands behind her back. He pinched her nipple lightly before turning away. He glanced towards his room, then seemed to make a decision. He opened the door to her room and looked to her.

"Inside," he said and she hastened to obey. He smacked her butt again as she passed him in the doorway. She stood in the middle of the room, waiting, as he came in, closing the door behind him.

He looked around her room, ignoring her or at least pretending to. He walked over to her bed and picked up Hemlock. Freddie blushed, feeling slightly embarrassed even though he already knew she slept with a stuffed animal. Snape smirked and placed the kneazle on her bedside table, covering the photo of her and Daniel.

He sat on her bed, finally looking up at her. Freddie was trembling with anticipation of what would happen next. His dark eyes roamed her body and Freddie bit her lower lip.

"What am I going to do with you?" he mused aloud.

"Are you asking me, sir?"

"Hm. What do you think I should do with you?"

"Fuck me I hope, sir," she said boldly, feeling her cheeks flush as the words left her mouth.

"Such foul language," he said, smirking at her. "Come here."

She crossed the room eagerly, coming to stand in front of him. He put his hands on her hips, pulling her between his knees. He teased the waistband of her panties and she silently pleaded for him to take them off.

"On your knees," he ordered and she immediately dropped to her knees in front of him. She looked up at him, biting her lower lip again.

"I like that look on your face, that nervous look," he said, stroking her head. "Are you scared?"

"N-no," she said. "Excited. Nervous, maybe, a little."

"Why are you nervous?"

"I, uh, I don't know," she stammered. He looked down at her, clearly waiting for an answer. She considered it a moment. "I guess I'm worried I might...disappoint you."

"Ah, do not worry, little girl," he said, cupping her cheek. "You will not disappoint me."

He dropped his hand and began to undo his belt. He whipped his belt off, tossed it aside, then undid his pants. She let out a gasp as his cock was freed.

It was at least 6 inches from what she could see, and thick. The head glistened with pre-cum and she licked her lips eagerly.

"Do you want to suck it?" he asked.

She tried to look up at him but she couldn't tear her gaze away from his cock.

"Yes sir," she whispered, and when he didn't respond she added. "...Please?"

"Do it," he said.

She gave him an experimental lick and his cock twitched in response. She licked him again, a long slow lick up his shaft to the head of his cock. She licked the glistening fluid from the tip, the salty flavor spreading across her tongue before she closed her mouth over it.

She had done this before, with Ryan from Borgin and Burke's, that summer she'd experimented with him. She knew she was good at this...but then again, Ryan had been a teenager. Snape was a grown man.

She took as much of him into her mouth as she could, caressing him with her tongue as she did so. She heard him groan and she smirked to herself. She sucked, swirling her tongue around the head of his cock as she came up. He groaned again and grabbed her head, burying his fingers in her hair. He tightened his grip in her hair as she took him deep into her mouth again.

"Faster," he grunted and she complied.

She sucked and licked, bobbing her head up and down, his hands in her hair guiding her rhythm. His cock seemed to grow larger and she began to choke slightly, unable to keep up her rhythm of sucking while still drawing air into her lungs.

"I don't care if you're choking," he hissed, pushing her back down on his cock as she tried to come up for a breath. "Breathing doesn't matter. Nothing matters but this – my cock, my pleasure."

Somehow this turned her on even more and she felt wetness starting to drip down her thighs. She tried to hold her breath, to keep going, desperate to please.

"Good girl," he groaned. "That's it, good girl."

Encouraged by the praise, she went faster, sucking in small breaths through her nose when she could. Between her own legs was burning with intense need. She slipped one hand between her legs, eager for relief. Her panties were absolutely soaked and she began to rub herself through them.

"No," Snape said sharply, panting slightly. "No touching...without permission." He groaned again. "Hands...Hands where I can see them."

She groaned in disappointment and put her hands on his thighs. He tightened his grip in her hair until it hurt just a little. She whimpered but did not stop sucking. Suddenly he forced her head down, forced his cock deep into her throat as it erupted. She choked, trying to swallow the hot cum that flooded her mouth. She couldn't breathe but forced herself not to pull away. She swallowed as much as she could until she felt his hands release her head. She pulled back, gasping for breath, coughing and spluttering. Snape stroked her head with one limp hand while she tried to catch her breath.

When she recovered enough so that she knew she wasn't going to die, she began to lick him again. Snape gasped as she cleaned him with her tongue, and his cock began to grow hard again.

"Stop," he said and she did so reluctantly, rocking back on her heels to look up at him. "I was impatient, but you were...particularly impressive."

"Thank you, sir," she said, remembering his command in the kitchen and the hard smack to her butt.

"Stand up," he said and she did as told. He stood, forcing her to take a step back. "Now, lay down on the bed."

"On my stomach or my back, sir?"

"On your back, little witch."