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Freddie woke up early the next morning to Snape kissing her lightly.

"Mm. S'early," she mumbled without opening her eyes. She didn't have to open her eyes to know it was early. She was tired, groggy, and her body felt exhausted. She was sore all over.

"It's time to wake up," he said, nudging her. "We have to go to Hogwarts this morning for your little photo thing."

"What time is it?" she groaned, covering her eyes as he turned on the electric lamp on her bedside table.

"6:30," he answered.

"Ugh," she groaned. "We don't have to be there until 10."

"Yes but you need to get cleaned up, eat breakfast."

"It's 6:30!"

"I always wake up at 6:30."

"Why?" she whined. "It's not a school day. Let me sleep. I'm exhausted."

"Hmm," he said and kissed her forehead.

She heard him walk away and she buried her head under the pillow, relieved he was letting her sleep.

He returned what felt like a split second later and nudged her.

"Wake up," he said, pulling the pillow off her head. She whined in protest and shut her eyes against the light. "Are you always this whiny in the morning?"

"Only when I don't have to wake up," she mumbled.

"Come on, sit up. Breakfast. Tea."

She opened her eyes to see he had placed a tray on the bedside table. He was fully dressed and freshly showered. His hair was still damp.

"You brought me breakfast in bed?" she asked, groaning softly as she struggled to sit up in bed. She felt sore and bruised all over. It hurt even to sit up. She assumed her butt was probably bruised from her spanking.

"Drink this, it'll help," Snape said, putting a teacup into her hands. She accepted it and took a long drink. She was pleased to find he'd put a potion in it again. Her soreness ebbed away as she drank the tea and she let out a sigh of relief.

Snape took the tray of food and sat down on the bed beside her with it in his lap. He had two plates piled with scrambled eggs, sausage, bacon and toast.

Breakfast in bed with Severus...I could get used to this, she thought, taking a piece of toast.

As she ate and drank the tea, Freddie began to feel more alert and energized. When she was finished eating Snape took the tray and stood up.

"Go shower," he told her.

"That your way of telling me I stink?" she chuckled.

"You do not stink. You smell like sex...and you have fluxweed in your hair," he said, leaning over to pick some plant material from her hair.

"Probably not the best look for having my picture taken for the magazine," she said, sliding out of bed.

She was naked and his eyes darkened as he looked her over hungrily. She smiled coyly up at him.

"You wanna come join me in the shower?" she asked. "I could use some help washing those hard to reach places. I'm still a little sore, ya know?"

"You drank Bland #27, you are fine," he said.

"You have a specific tea for pain?" she asked.

"Yes. Now go shower – alone. There'll be no more of...this until after we return from Hogwarts."

"This?" she said teasingly.

"I want you focused," he said. "Go. Get cleaned up."

Freddie smiled and crossed the hall to the bathroom. She left the door open halfway in case he changed his mind about joining her. She started the shower and checked her reflection in the mirror while she waited for the water to get warm.

The small bruises on her neck and breasts from the night before were still there, but yellowing slightly. Curious she turned around and looked at her butt. There were dark purple bruises in stripes across her ass from the belt. She winced slightly at the sight but she couldn't help but feel somewhat proud of herself for taking the beating so well. Not only that but she'd managed to clear her mind, to perfect her Occlumency while it was happening.

She practiced her Occlumency while she showered. She kept her mind blank as she shampooed and conditioned her hair. Blank as she lathered herself up with her eucalyptus-scented body wash. Blank as she-

Damn, I need to shave my legs, she thought as she rinsed the soap from her legs. My wand is in my room and Severus is in there. Maybe he'll be downstairs when I get done showering.

She finished rinsing herself off then turned the water off. She stepped out and grabbed a towel. She dried herself off quickly, wrapped the towel around herself, and hurried back across to her room.

She found Snape sitting on her bed waiting on her. He was looking at the vial of her blood on the bedside table.

"You can have that if you want," she said, walking over to pick up her wand so she could dry her hair. "You should have it."

"It's yours," he said, shaking his head. "You should keep it. You can use it for a potion someday. I placed a charm on it so it will keep, indefinitely."

"You should have it," she said, picking up the small vial and offering it to him. "I want you to have it."

"I will hold onto it for you," he said, accepting it with a nod. "Perhaps we shall use it together someday."

He put the vial in his pocket and watched as she used her wand to dry her hair. She wanted to use a spell to shave her legs but she felt embarrassed to do so with him watching. She knew it was silly to be embarrassed – he'd seen every inch of her naked already.

"Why are you blushing, Winifred?" he asked.

"What? I'm not," she said, quickly employing her Occlumency.

"You," he said and grabbed her, pulling her towards him. "You are becoming very skilled at Occlumency." He untucked the towel that was wrapped around her and let it fall to the floor. "I am impressed."

"I have a good teacher," she said as he put his hands on her hips.

"Mm. I will find out what you are hiding from me, Miss Gray," he growled softly. "I can torture it out of you."

A shiver of excitement went through her and she grinned.

"Right now?" she asked hopefully.

"After," he said, trailing his fingers down her hips slowly before releasing her. "You should not sound so excited about being tortured."

"As long as you are the one doing the torturing."

"Mm. You are a strange girl," he said. "You should get dressed."

"Are you going to sit there and watch me?" she asked, walking over to the dresser.

"I think I will," he said, leaning back against her headboard, crossing his legs.

"And I'm the strange one," she said teasingly. "...What should I wear?"

"You could go like that," he said with a smirk.

"I'm serious," she said, chucking a pair of rolled up socks at him.

"It does not matter what you wear," he said, catching the socks in mid air and throwing them back to her.

"But it does matter," she insisted. "It's my face in Apothecary Now. People are gonna see it, Potioneers all over the world are going to see it. My face with our potion."

"You do not have to take the picture if you do not want to, if you are worried about it."

"I'm not worried, I'm excited! I just have to figure out what to wear. It has to be perfect."

Snape sighed and stood up from her bed.

"Watching you get dressed is not nearly as interesting as I thought," he said, walking towards the door. "I'll be downstairs."

"You're no help at all," she called after him lightly.

She smiled to herself as she went through her dresser drawers. She thought about slacks and a nice top, even considered wearing her school robes. Finally she made a decision, settling on the black dress with the slit up the side that she'd worn on her birthday.

She lay the dress out on her bed and used her wand to iron out the wrinkled. She glanced towards the door then quickly performed the spell to remove the hair from her legs.

"Silly," she said aloud to herself.

It's not like he cares. He's a man, I'm a woman, he knows I shave my legs.

Still she hoped he would forget about torturing the reason behind her blush out of her.

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Freddie put on a pair of red satin panties with her black bra. The panties had never been her favorite, they weren't exactly comfortable, but they were sexy and she knew Snape would most likely be taking the dress – and the panties – off of her, hopefully the second they got home.

She put the dress on, finding that it still fit perfectly. She put on her boots, then her cobra earrings. She dabbed her honeysuckle perfume on her wrists and neck. She fluffed her hair a bit then headed downstairs.

She found Snape sitting in the armchair, waiting for her. His eyes roamed over her body in the dress and he smiled slightly.

"I have something for you," he said, motioning her to him.

"Oh?" she asked, hoping that he was going to rip her dress off and fuck her senseless.

"You have a dirty mind, Miss Gray," he said, smirking widely and she blushed.

"Are you in my head? I didn't even feel you enter," she said as he stood up.

"Penetration gets smoother with time."

She flushed harder and felt herself grow wet at his words. He lowered his mouth to her ear.

"I know that you are wet right now," he whispered in her ear, then breathed in the scent of her skin. "Honeysuckle."

"Y-yeah, I use honeysuckle essence as a perfume," she said, trying to employ her Occlumency to get him out of her head. It was difficult because she was painfully aroused but she managed.

"I know," he said softly.

He took a step back and pulled a jar from his pocket. Bruise Cream.

"I need to put this on your neck," he said, unscrewing the cap. "And your chest before we go anywhere."

"Okay," she said, holding her hair out of the way as he began to spread the salve on her neck. "You know I like it when you play Healer with me."

"And I like it that I am the one who caused these," he said, caressing one of the hickeys with his thumb.

"Mm I like that, too," she said, tilting her head back so he had better access to her neck. He put his mouth to her neck, his lips millimeters from her skin. She thought he would kiss her but he didn't. He let out a soft growl before pulling away. She sighed softly.

"You know," she said slowly. "I have some pretty wicked bruises on my...bottom if you want to look at those."

"Your 'bottom'?" he teased.

"Yeah, do you want to put some of the Bruise Cream on them?"

"No, little girl, I think not. Considering no one but I will be seeing that particular part of you," he said, tucking her hair behind her ear. "Those are my bruises."

A shiver went through her and she clenched her thighs together. He took a step back, chuckling softly.

"Are you ready to go?" he asked.

"I dunno, I might need to change my panties," she said with a grin. "Especially if you're going to keep doing that."

"I am not doing anything."

"Right," she said. "Yeah, I guess I'm ready."

"Okay – rules. I have rules for you."

"I'm listening."

"No touching on Hogwarts grounds."

"I know not to touch without permission."

"That goes for both of us. No touching. No...flirting. No batting your eyelashes at me."

"Wh- I don't do that!" she said. "I'm not some ditsy blonde girl."

"No, you are not ditsy," he agreed. "Continuing...you will keep your mind guarded and be alert around other people, understand?"

"Yes sir."

"Repeat them back to me."

"No touching, no flirting, no trying to seduce you and keep my guard up."

"Very good," he praised. "Let's go."

They Apparated together just outside he Hogwarts gate. Snape immediately released her hand and opened the gate.

"Remember the rules," he reminded her. "If we are lucky we will not run into anyone."

"Yes sir," she said obediently. "We're early, aren't we?"

"Yes. I thought we could brew your antidote together, give them something to take your picture with," he said as they started across the grounds.

"That's a great idea," she said. "Do you have the recipe?"

"I have a copy, yes. I'm surprised you have not memorized it," he said with a small smirk.

"Well I've been a little busy the last couple of days," she said, purposefully not looking at him so he wouldn't think she was flirting. "Besides, most of the potions I have memorized are ones for medical use. Ones I'll be brewing when I start work at St Mungos."

He nodded silently. Freddie bit her lip slightly.

This time next year I'll be working at St Mungos, she realized. After I graduate...will I have to move out? Of course I will. It's foolish to think he'd want me to stay, that he'd ask me to stay. Even with this...relationship. It's only physical, just fulfilling physical needs, that's what he said. And as much as I'm enjoying it, and he's enjoying it...it can't last forever, can it?

She swallowed heavily as they entered the castle.

It's not time to worry about that now, she told herself, throwing up her mental shield as they headed down into the dungeons. Just enjoy it while it lasts.

"It's quiet around here with no students," she observed as she followed him down the stone staircase.

"It is. My favorite time of year," he drawled.

She chuckled softly.

"How many teachers are here during the summer?" she asked curiously.

"It varies," he replied. "Some of them live here – Dumbledore, Trelawney. Filch, although he's not a teacher. Hagrid, too. Minerva is frequently around, though I believe she has a house in Bristol. Others float in and out, more often the closer it gets to September 1st."

"We're not going to your office?" she asked as he stopped outside the Potions classroom and opened the door.

"No, we are going to brew in here. I am not having a photographer in my private lab."

"Ah, I understand."

"Good. Gather your ingredients. I have a copy of your recipe in my office. I will return momentarily."

Freddie watched him go then went to the supply cupboard to get what she needed. She tried to remember everything, all of the ingredients, but she'd had so many versions of the potion she couldn't remember everything exactly. So she gathered what she could and placed them on her desk, the place where she usually sat in class.

When she had everything ready, she sat on top of her desk and waited for Snape. A few minutes passed and he hadn't returned. She got up and walked around the classroom. She walked up to his desk and sat down in his chair.

There were no papers on his desk, none of the usual essays to grade. She put her feet up on his desk, crossing her legs. Her dress fell to the side, revealing her smooth pale legs up to the knee.

She let her imagination run away while she waited for him. She imagined him taking her forcefully on his desk. Or sitting on his cock while he sat in his chair. She knew she wasn't supposed to be thinking that sort of thing but she was alone. And it was hardly the first time she'd fantasized in the classroom...the difference now was she knew what it was really like, making her fantasies all the more...vivid.

"Miss Gray," Snape said sternly as he entered the classroom and she quickly threw up her mental shield. "...Get your feet off of my desk."

"Sorry sir," she said obediently.

She got up and walked over to her desk where he was waiting.

"Here's a copy of your recipe," he said. "Let's get started."