CHAPTER 22 - Mirror of Erised

Author's note - I'm aware the Mirror of Erised can't talk back to you in the books and movies, but in this story it can. Enjoy! This is a big a turning point for Severus and Geneva!

It had been a while since he'd visited. The strain it left on his heart overpowered his desire to return, though not without an inner battle at the intense lure the Mirror of Erised had on an individual. Wizards had wasted away before it, driven into madness, seduced by it powers in seeing into the very depths of one's soul, identifying their true hearts desires in it's reflection.

Lily. It had always been her. Since the moment she had died under Avada Kadavra at the hands of Voldemort, Severus had spent many a night shrouded in guilt, in grievance of his only love, contemplating, his mind reeling with what if's. Since her death, Severus had switched sides from a Death Eater to Dumbledore's Order, and redeemed himself on the condition he work as a spy and protect her son, Harry. As Dumbledore had once said, "If you truly loved her, then your way forward is clear. You know how and why she died. Make sure it was not in vain. Help me to protect Lily's son."

"Very well," he insisted, on the condition he never tell a soul. He couldn't bare it – the son of his enemy – James Potter.

Dutiful and consistent as Severus was, a man of razor focus, and fierce intent, he was, above all…a man with feelings. There wasn't a day that passed that the death of Lily pained him. Every time he looked at Potter, he saw Lily's eyes staring back at him. Since her death, Severus cut off his ability to feel beyond Lily, bitter towards any kind of compassion, a vessel of emptiness without emotion, and to his students, strict, resentful, cold and sarcastic…Happiness or joy was an emotion that had been washed away by the tide of guilt he felt at Lily's passing, when had tried to save her but failed.

Lily was his happiness, his light. Since her death, Severus life was one of solitary confinement, as dark as the robes he wore, focussed, driven, solely on his work as emptiness ate away at him night after night.

Severus opened the door by magic stepping with apprehension into the unused, desolate classroom. It had been months. His black eyes immediately fell upon the Mirror of Erised standing tall at the far side of the room beyond the pillars of the empty stone room. His steps were measured, his heart beat increasing the further he ascended, drawn to its magical properties, already entranced. A breath escaped his open lips, which could be seen in the air. Afraid to look up just yet, he took the last few calculated steps until he was standing before it, and looked up. There, Lily came into form in a dream like substance, a mirage only he could see. Her warm face smiled back at him instantly rendering him in a concoction of pain and ease.

"Lily," his voice cracked, pressing his hand to the cold mirror. Lily's flaming red hair blew softly behind her, as she placed her hand gently to his.

"Severus," she spoke. "I know why you're here."

His fractured heart was as apparent as his voice, unable to take his eyes off her.

"You have a second chance," she whispered. "Take it."

Silence, all but his breathing, his mind unsure, seeking answers.

"Take it," she repeated, smiling with reassurance. "You need to let go, Severus. Do not feel guilt."

Severus' brow furrowed, caught in a confusion of emotions, "She…reminds me of you."

"No," soothed Lily. "She returns her love, that of which you seek beyond friendship. My love is with James."

Severus dropped his eyes painfully on hearing these words.

"Embrace her," Lily whispered, with passion in her voice, "Protect her as you protect my son. For that I will love you always."

And with that, Lily faded into a wave of smoke.

Severus eyes fell, his hand still pressed to the mirror – supporting his wilted posture. His other hand brushed away his tears, refusing to let them fall. And then he looked up. Geneva. Her bright aqua eyes were gazing back at him from the mirror, her long dark wavy hair flowing at her sides. His ability through the power of legilimency and occlumency had led him here tonight. The thoughts he had seen, the memories he retrieved from her both scared and humbled him beyond measure. He had never felt such compassion for anyone since Lily. His love for Lily had meant denying his feelings, unafraid to act upon them, but as he stared into the mirror at Geneva's beautiful form, her thoughts rushed back to him. Lily's words rang in his ear "Embrace her. Do not feel guilt."

Geneva shut the last book closed with a weighted thud and put it back into her trunk at the foot of her bed with the rest of them.

"Catch!" Orah chimed, and threw a Fizzing Whizbee her way. Geneva caught it with a look of victory, blew on it and threw it into her mouth.

"Reflexes."

"Must be all that….Occ-lu-men-cy." Orah teased with air quotations.

"Shut up. It's not like that."

Orah pretended to puke in her hand.

"I'm going now," Geneva turned, walking toward the door, running her fingers through her loose curls one last time.

"Early I see," Orah joked.

Geneva stuck her neck out, shaking her head. "It's because of curfew," she reminded her. "You know what to do don't you? If I don't come back…"

"Yes, yes…the mirage charm," Orah replied with an eye roll.

"Thanks," Geneva went to leave but turned back. "Oh and pull the curtains around my bed won't you?"

"Yes. Yes, go."

Geneva, opened the door to the dungeons and descended the downward spiral into Professor Snape's classroom, her dark curls flouncing behind her. Arriving only with her wand, she was ready for her next lesson, and really, just to be alone with him.

The smell of warm spices and sweet cinnamon met her senses on cue.

"I'm here," Geneva announced, scanning the seemingly bare classroom. She realised immediately how casual she sounded. "Professor…?"

She jolted as a hand took her shoulder from behind and spun around immediately.

"You scared me," she panted, laying her eyes on him.

"Good for the sen-ses," came his low silky voice.

Immediately, right there, Severus grasped her waist and pulled her into a kiss, crashing his lips passionately against hers – her face held in both his black clad hands. Geneva's wand fell from to the ground with a tin – her only need was him. All of him.

Severus pulled back just inches from Geneva's open lips that were closing in for more. "I need you," he insisted. "Now." "I need you too," she sighed with the deepest urgancy. It was all she could muster before they were now standing in his bedroom. They had made their way there with such haste, Geneva's heart thudding at the thought of ripping him from the confiments of those bloody buttons, yet now she was stood before him, she found neither of them could do much more than kiss. It was all they knew, thus far even though they had entered each other's mind as legillimens

Severus, who stood taller than her, smoothed his hands up to her face, angling it toward him, his black eyes glittering into her aqua orbs for a moment so intensely that it buckled her breathing.

"Are you sure?" He asked, so silkily it shot her body with goosebumps. She was after all, a virgin.

Her eyes fluttered with a coherent nod, before her lips found his once more. Geneva moaned softly against them, knowing what was about to happen. Overwhelmed with need she felt her core flutter, pulling, twisting deep in her belly. As his tongue massaged hers, Severus could read her every thought, feel her every shudder as he held her in his arms. As overwhelmed as she, he had never felt so wanted by anyone. Ever.

She loved that he stood over her, her only being shoulder height to his tall broad stature made her feel protected. Severus brushed his thumbs against the sides of her cheeks, his black hair tickling against her chin. His kisses, sensual yet passionate, seemed to glide effortlessly over her plump lips, his tongue rolling with deep caresses against hers so much that she could taste him.

His taste was as mysterious as the aroma of his classroom. She never imagined he could be so sensuous, so exquisite. His kiss combined with his roaming hands drew a seep of moisture into her underwear as he untucked her shirt from her waist. Their breathing rate grew by the second, Geneva's hands rose to his firm arms and black clad shoulders of his coat and was now undoing his top buttons - one, two, three...how many were there? She laughed in her throat, mid kiss having thought of this moment before now. He helped her from the bottom up until their hands met in the middle. Her hands ran down the white shirt that lay underneath, taking a moment to observe the difference about him, having never seen him wear anything other than black, enjoying the feeling of his firm, taught torso beneath her palm.

Severus breathed through his nose, watching her in anticipation - this beautiful girl standing before him who wanted him as much as he wanted her, but then...a moment of doubt came over him, here was someone so beautiful, so pure, her innocence intact, and here was he - corrupt, broken with a closet full of demons. She read his hesitation and kissed it away.

"I have my demons too." She gave a gentle, knowing smile, pulling him toward her.

His hands magnetized to her waist, slipping underneath the material before removing it and dropping it to the floor. Irresistibly, he took one look at her smooth, supple skin and planted his lips passionately against her collar bone, running his nose along her neck to take in her scent. He couldn't get enough. She smelt of sweet peaches and honey, of all things beautiful, pure... He let out the tiniest sigh against her neck, but enough to sound a vibration straight to her centre.

His hands that roamed her torso ignited her skin, her nipples that were taught and ripe against the material of her bra that she now removed herself and dropped to the floor, never taking her eyes off him.

Severus breath grew rapidly, quickly. Her beauty was astounding, her breasts so pert and round pressed together in the perfect cleavage to untuck his shirt and undo the buttons on his shirt, but in the midst of it all Severus took one of her hands as she reached the very top of his shirt and stopped her.

How could he possibly compare?

"What is it?" she asked, unable to read his thoughts. She had never seen someone so confident now look so vulnerable - ashamed.

Not knowing how to explain, Severus dropped his gaze and slowly took off his shirt revealing himself in silence. His body, unlike hers, smooth and creamy, was covered in scars and abrasions, some which looked like whip marks, others were the marks of burns, not to mention his Dark Mark on forearm. Geneva's eyes fell upon them with warm acceptance, running over a gentle soothing hand. His will to expose them to her only made him more desirable. She after all, also wore the scars of her past. Without a care, her hands drew against his stomach, her lips pressing against his chest so tenderly his features softened in wonder, his fingers tangling into her curls, watching her place tender kisses over his imperfections.

So beautiful was she, he pulled her up toward him, in need of her taste, her sweet, warm lips against his, her bare breasts against his chest. Geneva could feel his longing, ardent with need against her hips, bulging against her.

She unzipped her skirt and kicked it to her ankles. Severus hand drew instantly to her sodden underwear, sliding his hand inside and straight into her wet folds between their bodies. Their mouths fell in awe at the slip of his fingers, the sounds of their amazement released into the silent, ambient room. Severus was suddenly overcome with need and drove her backwards to the desk, sitting her upon it, kissing her so passionately she leant backwards against the wall, panting. She cared not that the pile of books behind was poking her rather uncomfortably. Severus spread her thighs, and looking into her expectant glittering blue eyes, pushed two fingers deep inside her. Geneva's mouth fell with a wondrous gasp, her body rising in response, pushing her hands into the desk.

His fingers were so much thicker than hers, pushing inside so deliciously that her head rolled back, her breasts heaving into the cool air, her nipples erect with the shards of electricity sent through her body by his tender thumb now rubbing on her clit. She whimpered, pulling him in with her eyes before she grabbed his shoulders, pressing him to her, breathing him in, tasting him - that deep, mysterious aroma in his hair, over his lips, his skin, his shoulders...Her dark, sardonic Potions Professor she had once loathed, now, as always had complete dominance over her. She just never expected in her wildest dreams for it to be in such a way and for it to feel so right. So good.

She needed him. All of him, his scent, his taste. Their lips met hot and needy, his fingers pinching and twirling the buds of her nipple between them, the other hand pushing deep into her warmth claiming her. Geneva wrapped her thighs around the back of his legs pulling him close and quickly undid his belt and buttons, desperate to free his cock that bulged so large in his trousers.

Severus undone the zip of his pants and let her reach in and claim it, groaning low in his throat as she freed his engorged shaft. Geneva's mouth salivated, releasing him with a gasping smile of amazement - he was so lengthy and thick in her feminine hand she suppressed an astounded smile by biting her lip. Would it be obvious to tell him how big and beautiful he was? Her eyes said it all, seeking out his kiss by tugging his cock toward her, rendering a moan from his mouth, and equally from her own when he drove his fingers repeatedly deep inside her. It felt so good that her response was to tug equally as eager on his manhood, palming over the silky wet head in an effortless glide, over the rounded tip and back down his long shaft repeatedly.

Severus eyes fell closed groaning from deep within his throat. Geneva compressed a smile disbelieving that a man so stubborn and domineering was now reduced to submission, secreting pre-cum into her hand that he couldn't contain. The crease between his brows was so deep with need that Geneva kissed it, her lips open against his face listening to him groan. The bass travelled straight to her clit.

"Don't stop..." she sighed.

Severus swallowed hard in delight rippled in pleasure. His arm now locked pressing down on the desk, forcing himself to open his eyes before he came stupidly quickly. He reached down to stop her.

Ardent flames flickered between them until they could stand it no longer. Severus spread her thighs and pushed his engorged swollen tip between her lubricated folds. A groan vibrated from his chest, which ended in her mouth with his eyes rolling closed. So tight was she that the gradual ease to her depths unleashed a chorus of their moans into the quiet room - a needy plea for more, each granting more fullness than the last until Geneva felt he was practically in her stomach.

Her brows twisted as sweet cry escaped her, pressing her teeth to her lip.

"Oh god it's...so good" she moaned, "Severus take me...take me..."

Severus kisses came so passionately she was tilted back against the wall. He took hold of her thighs and pulled her closer toward the edge of the desk, tilting her hips upward, keeping one hand on her thigh and backside, the other on her face, his thumb pressing down on her bottom lip, welcoming her cries into his mouth as their sex grew from a slow ease to a heated slip and slide. He watched her, his mouth agape, his thumb just inside her mouth, black eyes burning like a furnace into hers. Desperate, needy, pulsing...

Her mouth hung open, her fingers dug into his hips, pulling him toward her in a jolted collision, crying out in a pleasurable pain as the tip of his cock panged her cervix. Fuck, she loved it. It sent a jolt of pleasure to every nerve ending, drawing a loud gasp from her chest, each inch reminding her of the dominant man he was.

"Ugh yes," she cried, craning her neck in another gasp, pressing her teeth down on her lip. Her brow frowned with the sway of her body. "I love your cock...I love your...don't stop, don't s..." she gasped hard. In one effortless scoop, he slid his hands under her backside and picked her up from the desk making her squeal in gasp in delight. Geneva wrapped her arms around his head and shoulders, her mouth falling idle against his attempt to kiss her, which was equally as immobilized for him for the sheer depth of his manhood. Fire burned between their eyes, their skin, their breath. Geneva's hands came ravishing to his face.

"Please," she begged, "I need you," the way she shook her head was the deepest desperation, her breasts heaving against his chest, her dark curls tumbling between them. "Please, I need you, I need more…"

Her words were lost to his brutal kiss that drew her breath from her, deep, wet and questing further than his tongue could reach - a kiss that sought her soul. He lay her down on the bed, and for the next blissful moments, everything became a beautiful blur of profound and exquisite pleasure, the two of them lost entirely to each other, weakened yet empowered, humbled by the touch and need of the other. It was impossible to last for long, for the need within them was too great. Geneva was overwhelmed by such pulsing emotion she wasn't sure if she'd already cum as every thrust of his cock felt like the hilt of an orgasm. They never moved from this one position where he lay above her. Geneva wouldn't allow him to. Her fingers were embedded firmly into his taught arms in a press up position above her, his hips driving against her with such fluidity their juices could be heard over each shaky breath as she jolted her against the bed, her legs wrapped around his back. Their eyes penetrative, mouths agape, their continuous moans...Geneva had a moment - the extreme hit of reality who was fucking her - her dark, mysterious Potions Professor, and she loved it.

Geneva, now crying in virginal rapture pushed her head back into the sheets. Severus enclosed the space, trailing his tongue to her ear, immediately met by her hands and lips. She could just about look at him amidst the pulsing shock waves he sent through her body. His deep spicy aroma that came from his damp skin sent her head spinning. He tasted the same way as he smelt. Mysterious, unconventionally sexy, dark...delicious. Running his nose against hers, he rested his lips before her, breathing erratically, his black hair falling to her face.

"Cum," he whispered. "Cum like you have so scandalously thought about, sitting in my class."

Something came out of her mouth, not quite words, but a guttural gasp of the utmost need that sent her every nerve ending aflame at his words, reminded of their forbidden unity as student and Professor.

"Isn't that what you think about?" He panted.

"Yes," she moaned.

"Yes what?"

"Yes sir."

Geneva squeezed him tighter with her thighs, her muscles contracting around his slick cock. He moaned low in his sonorous throat as she milked him with every plunge, crossing her ankles behind his backside as he took the back of her legs and jolted her hard against the bed.

"Is this what you wanted?" He panted.

"Yes!" she cried.

A scream of pleasure was pushed from her depths. She came. Writhing, pulsating, her thighs quivvering in delight, crying against his shoulder, seconds before he spurted his own bursts of hot cum gasping against her neck.

Finally. Their release - so long had it been building up - the tension between them, the need for sexual gratification, the confusion, the fear of taking things further, and now, here they were in each other's arms, breathless as if it had been the most natural thing in the world, and it was.

Their hearts hammered against one another laying there in the stillness of his bedroom.

"Oh my god," she whispered against his shoulder. "I...I can't speak..."

"I hear you," he whispered.

He. Was. Perfect.

Geneva's lashes fluttered, awaking naturally in the early hours of the morning by the hazy glow casting through the thin black curtains. Her eyes settled on the worn, battered books piled on the floor in the familiar room in which she'd once before stayed the night. An arm rested over the curve of her hip. His arm. In the same position in which they'd fallen asleep – her back to his front, laying on their sides. Geneva took a moment lost in the warm stillness, breathing in the perfectly potent aroma lingering around her – of him, of the bed sheets – a rich, deep fragrance of myrrh and cloves.

It was real. Geneva was afraid it would be a moment of legillmency, too good to be true. The two of them had spent the night completely inebriated, by a tidal wave of immense, compressed desire that had been more delicious than they could have ever imagined.

Geneva dare not wake him. She didn't want to, and instead listened to him breathing. He sounded so peaceful – a word a few months prior would have never been used to describe her Potions Professor – a man so ominous and intense.

Severus. Geneva reached for his hand resting at her hip and intertwined her fingertips with his. He stirred gently, making a deep noise in his throat and pulled her close in response, melting a smile across her face.

"G'morning," she spoke softly.

"…Hello," he responded, in a rich, low voice that was even more pronounced in the early hours.

Geneva turned to face him, pressing her bare chest against his. His chest that was usually confined, imprisoned behind a multitude of buttons to his neck, baring only his face and fingers from his overly long sleeves, cut off from everyone. Now, here he lay exposed, open only to her. And he was beautiful. Severus responded just as she'd hoped and pulled her close. Her hair tangled loosely between them that he brushed aside just to kiss her suppleness. His warm lips teasing the taught bud before his tongue probed and rolled against it. Geneva sighed in delight, pushing her fingers into his dark hair, pushing her breast to him. Each roll of his tongue sent a pulsating ripple to her clitoris. She reached down to touch it, but he tapped her hand away to have it for himself. Laughing, she fell complaint letting him have his way.

Severus pulled back from her lips to watch her in sleepy fascination reaching toward her tight little bud between her legs. His fingers slipped effortlessly against it, already wet with her natural lubricant. Geneva sighed softly, welcoming his long agile fingers inside her. She was still tender from last night - a reminder of the sensational sex they'd had, that he had taken her virginity. She felt so lucky to experience the loss of her innocence the way she did, not uncoordinated and sloppily like most her age by a hormonal driven boy who just wanted a quick release. Severus had turned her body to mush and filled it deliciously.

He drew her leg up to rest high on top of his waist and curled his fingers deep. Geneva's eyes pressed shut as he reached that special place and oh, those fingers were not only a master in Potions, they had complete control over every ripple and jolt to her centre. In the sleepiness of the morning, he drew out her pleasure sublimely until she came releasing her sweet cries into his mouth.

Couldn't she just stay here forever, forget all of her troubles? Safe in the protective arms of this powerful, mystifying wizard. She felt his absence the moment he sat up in bed that morning. It signalled departure. It was 6:30AM and he insisted they both rise to start the day. Severus took his white undershirt from the floor and slipped it over his pale torso, stretching his long arms into the air that had held her so tightly in the night – the ones she had dug her fingers into so tightly in the throws of rapture. He had hesitated undressing the night before, afraid of her reaction to his many scars and abrasions across his skin at the hands of his abusive childhood and involvement with the Dark Arts. Although he gave no reason, Geneva surmised it was a painful subject and asked no questions.

"Do you have to get dressed?" she teased from his bed, enjoying the look of difference about him. He was standing before her in his white undershirt and trousers. The white shirt that peeked only a millimetre over his black robes appearing at his neck and cuffs.

"Yes," he answered, "as do you. Come now."

"You look terribly attractive, sir," Geneva teased. He returned a quizzical tight lipped look as though it was preposterous.

"Get dressed," he reprimanded, with a hint of a smirk.

They left at separate times that morning, careful not to be seen together and went about their morning as though nothing happened, carefully avoiding each other's eye at breakfast, although admittedly the rush was kind of exciting.

Orah knew the look dancing across Geneva's face that morning. It was confirmed by the fact she'd arrived late when most people had left, and her absence in her dormitory that night.

"I…think…" Orah said under her breath, "I'm…about…to be…sick."

Geneva smiled knowingly into her pumpkin juice.

"We have Potions this morning too," Orah recoiled.

"I know," Geneva smiled, picking up her knife and fork. "Excuse me whilst I dig in, I've worked up quite an appetite."

Orah's cutlery hit the plate with a clang. "And I've just lost mine."

There was undoubtedly a vast lack of concentration in Potions that morning as Geneva's thoughts of last night inhabited her mind, watching Snape walk the room, his fingers interlinked in his usual teaching manner, appearing as stone faced as ever, undermining those who needed to up their standards, reminding them that their N.E. would soon be upon them. Thankfully, Geneva was not one of the ones that was behind, at least not in Potions, and was thoroughly up to date with her coursework.

"Now...take note..." Snape instructed, picking up a piece of chalk to write on the board. Geneva opened her planner and titled a blank page 'Important dates.'

"Failure to complete any deadlines and you will suffer great consequences."

Mmm, she thought. I wouldn't mind suffering a consequence with you, Professor.

His dark frame hid the first few lines he wrote, drawing Geneva's attention to the broadness of his back that was shaped to his waist in a perfectly tailored V. The back she had wrapped her arms around last night, tarnished in the scars of his past, yet strong and beautiful all the same. Snape turned around upon completion of the student notice, and Geneva set eyes upon his buttons that lined the centre of his chest that had taken a stupidly long time to undo. She smiled to herself, doodling a squiggle onto her planner.

"When I call your name," Snape instructed. "You are to fetch your ingredients for today's potion and return to your desks. Do not start until I have given word. You will be timed."

"Timed?" Orah whispered. "I didn't know we were being timed today."

"Finnigan..." Snape shot hotly for the second time. Seamus Finnigan was still chatting to Dean Thomas of Gryffindor who was now nudging him wide eyed.

"Ohh," piped Seamus. "Sorry sir..." He rose from his stool, scraping it against the floor. Geneva witnessed a slight flinch in Snape's face at the noise as though it were a great disruption.

"10 points from Gryffindor. Pay...a-ttention."

Seamus headed toward the store cupboard to fetch his ingredients.

"Azur, Gulf..." Snape gestured to the cupboard with his eyes. Geneva hopped off her stool, smoothed out her skirt and followed Seamus into the store cupboard. Orah caught her smiling.

"Merlin give me strength," Orah muttered.

"Let's just say it's a good thing you aren't a legillimens," Geneva chortled.

Every Potions lesson hence forward became agonising, having to sit there listening to his smooth baritone voice dominating the room, watching him walk with ominous confidence between the rows and come up beside her, knowing she couldn't touch him. There were times when glances were exchanged, looks across the classroom with his piercing black eyes that sent wild sensations to between her legs, so much that she would have to be excused to go to the bathroom. When she returned walking in from the back, her Professor walked over to her in passing and dipped his head low, his cloak enveloping his shoulders, his eyes straight ahead on the backs of the students in case anyone turned round.

"Come to me after class," he spoke lowly, letting her hand trail up the back of her skirt against her heated skin. "Let me sooth that ravenous ache between your thighs."

She almost fucking moaned at the back of the Potions lab. Oh god.

She waited until every student had left, making slow work of packing her bag up. Orah went on ahead rolling her eyes, and then…they were alone.

Snape took her arm and brought her to him, his lips plummeting onto hers with such passionate force that he held her staggering posture in his arms. Geneva melted into him.

"I want you," she breathed into his mouth.

His hand found it's way under her uniformed skirt, and together they hastily pushed down her underwear. One of his hands un-tucked her shirt and rose to her breast whilst the other drew immediate pleasure from between her legs, backing her onto the lab table at the front of the class where she had been sitting. Geneva writhed in pleasure, panting as Professor Snape's long fingers played with the length of her wet slit before pushing up into her. She bit her lip taking them as they pushed all the way in one firm fluid motion, pushing a gasp of air from her lips. Her head whirled as his fingers curled and pumped stroking all the right places. Geneva couldn't help but close her eyes, only opening them again to desperately release him from the confines of his black robes in desperation for the big beautiful cock she'd craved. Snape undone the zip of his pants and let her reach in and claim him, groaning low in his throat as she freed his engorged shaft and massaged it in firm fluid motions for the first time up and down in a fisted hand. He was so rigid and ready, his head wet and swollen, his silky skin making the glide effortless. Geneva smiled in pleasure as he responded to her tugs and pulled his perfect cock towards her heat allowing him to push inside her dripping delight. Immediately she squealed in pleasure, her breasts heaving as he lifted her up completely from the desk with him inside her. The depth of him caused her mouth to fall, her eyes shutting as he walked the few steps to his desk and placed her down.

"Please," she whispered into his mouth, amidst their fevered kisses. "Pick me up again." His cock felt so huge this way, she needed to desperately feel it once more. Her Potions Master complied, lifting her up by her backside and pulling her tight; his cock at extreme depth. Geneva's face screwed in an almost painful gasp and linked her arms round his black tailored shoulders.

"Ah Severus...!" she cried, now pressed against the stone wall of his classroom. A grunt of pleasure escaped him as she desperately whined with pleasure, making up for the times she'd craved him during lessons.

Geneva knew the roughness of the stone wall was causing abrasions to her lower back where her shirt had risen, but she couldn't care less. Their open lips and heavy eyes were results of their rocketing pleasure and the marks would only serve as a reminder.

"Ohhh fuck!"

"Ten points from Slytherin," he panted, pressing his teeth together. "For profanity in my classroom."

"Fuck, fuck," Geneva moaned, with a pleasured smile.

"Thirty."

"I'm sorry sir," she panted. "Does this warrant a detention?"

"Clear-ly."

She squeezed him tighter with her thighs and contracted her inside muscles around his slick shaft. He moaned low in his sonorous throat as she milked him with every plunge. Geneva pushed his hair back that was sticking to his face, and looked at him with plump open lips. Her Potions Professor, twice her age, dark, mysterious, intellectual, complex...She was crazy for him and there was no denying it.

"Make me cum…"

"Say please…" he hissed, his black eyes glittering.

"Please," she begged.

"Properly…"

"Please Professor!"

He adjusted his position and placed two hands around her backside, taking her back over to his desk where she knocked over a couple of books, and there, her Potions Professor, with one hand on the back of her neck, the other on her desk, brought Geneva to the height of her every sense. She held his hips, desperately revelling in his perfect, delicious manhood. The lubrication between them could be heard with each thrust and jolt. Geneva crossed her ankles behind his backside as he took the back of her legs and jolted her hard against the desk, one, two, three times more. She cried out at once as her Professor made her cum in a quivering mass of pleasure, he himself spurting hard inside her tightness seconds later with hard gasps, sucking in the air around him.