A/N: Posting two chapters tonight so don't skip 76!

Freddie sat there for a few minutes, cursing herself for letting him see that memory.

What if he changes his mind now? What if he doesn't want to continue our 'physical relationship' now because what? He knows I had a crush on him at 13? And for all the years following, obviously. What if he changes his mind?

She bit her lip anxiously then decided to do what he said and brew a potion. At least it would keep her mind busy while he figured out whatever he was dealing with.

She headed upstairs and got the new Potions book she'd bought in Diagon Alley. She'd seen a recipe for a new contraceptive potion that only had to be taken once a month. She didn't see Snape anywhere and his bedroom door was shut. She rolled her eyes and headed back down to the cellar to get started.

An hour passed and Freddie had her Nirvana vinyl blaring while she worked on her potion. It was a simple enough brew so she was mostly dancing around the cellar, singing the few parts of the songs she'd learned yesterday.

"What is that racket?" Snape said as he came down the stairs.

"It's not racket, it's music. An American band called Nirvana."

"That is not music," he said, walking over to the record player and turning it off.

"Hmph," she said, crossing her arms and glaring at him from beside her cauldron. "So...have you made a decision?"

"A decision?" he repeated, walking over to the workstation and looking at the recipe in the book.

"Yeah. You seemed all freaked out and flighty so I thought, maybe, you wouldn't want to...do this anymore?" she asked, biting her lip.

"Flighty?" he said, turning to look at her with a smirk.

"Yeah, ya know – squirrelly."

"I'm squirrelly?" he asked, walking towards her.

"Definitely," she said, grinning as he approached her.

He grabbed her swiftly and pulled her to him, kissing her deeply.

"Does that answer your question?" he asked in a low voice.

"Yeah," she said on exhale, smiling up at him.

"Good. I'm not squirrelly," he said.

"Well actually-"

He silenced her with another kiss. He deepened the kiss and picked her up, carrying her over to the workstation.

"Ah, m-my potion," she said, breaking the kiss as he set her on the workstation. He let out a soft growl and whipped out his wand. He pointed it behind him and placed a stasis spell on the cauldron.

"Let's practice your Occlumency," he said, putting his hand on her thigh.

"N-now?" she said, gasping as he kissed her jawline.

"Mm-hm. Legilimens."

She felt him enter her mind at the same time he moved his hand farther up her thigh. He was in her mind but he wasn't rifling through her memories. He was exploring her feelings of lust and desire, seeing himself through her eyes. She closed her eyes, thinking that would help but it didn't. She tried to feel nothing, to focus on a blank wall. She almost could but then he put his mouth to her neck.

"I- I c-..." she stammered.

"You are not very good at this," he murmured against her neck, then flicked his tongue out to taste her skin. She whimpered and gasped as he nipped her throat.

"H-how...Y-you can't expect me to f-feel nothing w-when your hand is on my-" she gasped as he slipped his fingers beneath her shorts.

"I expect you to try," he growled and nipped her throat again. He moved his hands to her hips, hooking his thumbs under the waistband of her pants.

Blank wall, blank wall, blank wall, she thought determinedly, then lifted her butt off the table as he pulled her shorts off. She was doing a decent job of blocking her emotions until he put both hands on both of her thighs. He began to slide them up her thighs slowly, her mental wall failing with every inch.

Try harder, said his voice in her head.

"I can't," she whimpered aloud. He stilled his hands.

"I do not want to hear the word 'can't' in your vocabulary," he whispered in her ear, then nipped her earlobe. "Just keep trying."

Freddie took a deep breath and tried to clear her mind. She had her wall back up when he began to slide his hands up her thighs again.

Blank, she thought determinedly. Blank mind, no emotion, blank – oh my god!

His hands cupped her sex through her wet lace panties and she arched her hips off the table. He chuckled softly as he began to stroke her. She tried to focus but the fabric was providing a pleasant friction against her clit.

"Tsk tsk," he said teasingly, holding his palm flat against her sex. "It's hard, is it not? Maintaining your concentration under pressure."

"Something is hard," she said cheekily, leaning forward to touch him through his pants. He grew even harder at her touch, his cock straining in his pants.

"No touching without permission," he admonished. "I will have to punish you."

"What are you gonna do?" she taunted, giving him a squeeze. She knew she was asking for trouble but the thought also sort of thrilled her. He moved his hands to her hips again then quickly pulled her down off the table.

"Bend over," he growled, turning her around and pushing her down on the workstation. She heard him unbuckle his belt and a rush went through her. She spread her legs a little wider, expecting him to slide her panties off and enter her, to take her roughly against the table.

What she wasn't expecting was the harsh stinging crack of his leather belt against her ass.

"Youch!" she yelped in surprise.

"Clear your mind," he told her. She felt him enter her mind then felt the smack of the belt again. She inhaled sharply then exhaled slowly.

Clear mind. No emotion, she told herself. No pain. No emotion. No-

The belt struck her again.

She exhaled slowly, focusing on her blank wall. He struck her repeatedly but each time it got easier. Easier to focus on the blank wall. She no longer felt the pain, the anticipation or arousal. With each loud SMACK she grew calmer, her mind more blank.

"Very good, Winifred," he said, caressing her ass with one hand. "Very good. I am quite impressed."

"Thank you, sir," she said, her voice monotone.

She'd reached a strange feeling of nothingness, an emotional plateau. She kept her focus even as he pulled her panties down, sliding them off so he could touch the heated flesh lightly with his fingertips.

"Such a good girl," he murmured, sliding his hand between her thighs. He pushed his fingers through her slick folds and she gasped as he rubbed her clit. Suddenly all of her emotions and arousal and endorphins came rushing back all at once and she nearly orgasmed as he moved his hand down to enter her with two fingers.

"You took your punishment like a good girl. And your Occlumency is progressing quite nicely. Do you want your reward?"

"Yes please," she gasped as he angled his wrist to hit a sweet spot inside of her.

"Tell me what you want, little girl," he growled, leaning over her to whisper in her ear. He didn't stop the movement of his fingers inside of her. She was trying not to cum on his fingers as he nipped the back of her neck lightly. She almost forgot he had spoken to her until he bit her a little harder.

"Well?" he asked.

"Cock," she managed finally, then gasped as he withdrew his fingers.

"Fast or slow?" he asked as he unbuttoned his pants.

"Fast. I w-want to...to cum," she said, feeling herself flush.

"You may cum when you're ready," he said and she heard his pants drop. He put one hand on her hip and used the other to guide his cock between her legs. Then he was inside of her and just the feeling of him entering her was enough to push her over the edge. He gripped her waist with both hands, holding himself still, deep inside of her.

Right as her orgasm began to subside he started to thrust inside of her. It was rough and fast and she had to brace herself against the table. He moved his hands from her waist to her hands, covering them with hers, holding her in place.

"Fuck," she gasped as she felt her orgasm building rapidly again. "I need to – can I-?"

"Yes," he grunted.

She let herself go. Waves of pleasure rolled through her but he didn't stop his movements or even slow his rhythm. Her legs grew weak and nearly gave out on her but Snape scooped her up. She whimpered as he pulled his cock out but he quickly tuned her around, threw her down on the workstation, and he was inside her again. She let out a cry of surprise and delight as he grabbed her thighs, pulling her towards him as he thrust into her.

With each deep, hard thrust he hit a spot inside her that made her moan, gasp, or whimper.

"That's it, good girl," he panted, his fingers digging into her thighs. She moaned loudly and felt his cock twist inside her.

I love it when he calls me that, she thought.

I know you do, said Snape's voice in her head. Freddie gasped aloud.

You're in my head again?

I never left, he responded. I am here, reading your every want, every desire.

She moaned aloud, knowing he could feel her lust, her need. It took her a moment to realize she could feel his too. A primal desire to take her, to claim her, a feeling that definitely wasn't her own. She closed her eyes and followed the feeling back into his mind. She could see herself through his eyes, see herself laying on the workstation her head in a pile of chopped fluxweed. She could feel his desire to rip her shirt off but also his impatience – he didn't want to stop long enough to take her shirt off. He wanted to cum, wanted her to cum, wanted her to scream.

She opened her eyes to see him staring down at her, sweat dripping from his nose. She lifted herself up slightly, grabbing his shoulders and changing the angle of his thrust.

"Ah!" she said as he hit her g-spot. She wrapped her legs around him. "Yes, yes, yes. Please."

"Good girl, that's my good girl," he panted. "You are going to cum again, cum with me now."

"Yes sir," she whimpered and felt his cock swell inside of her as her walls began to spasm around him once more.

"Good girl," he said with a grunt, holding her tightly as he exploded inside her. "That's my good girl."

I'm his good girl, she thought dazedly as her orgasm subsided.

Yes you are, said his voice in her head then he withdrew and kissed her sweaty forehead.

"Very good," he said aloud as he stepped back from her.

She watched him pull up his boxers and pants but she still couldn't move. Her muscles were twitching from exertion so she stayed propped halfway up on the table watching as he put his belt back on.

"Did I break you, little girl?" he asked with some amusement, looking down at her half-naked form.

"No, not broken. Just...don't think I can stand up quite yet," she said, chuckling softly. "I don't think you can break someone with sex."

"Oh I do plan on trying," he said with a hungry look in his dark eyes.