CHAPTER 23 - Expecto Patronum

Beaming from the success of another Quidditch match, Geneva managed to part herself from the roaring crowd – some of which had managed to somehow sneak past where they should be and round to where the team tents were. She was heading back to her own tent to change after the match. Surging with adrenaline from ending her 3rd consecutive match with the glittering snitch in hand, she strode with her Firebolt to the canvas dome and swept back the door.

"Merlin's balls! Get out!" raged a voice behind it. Draco. He was standing there having just pulled up his boxer shorts. He alarmingly reached for his robes and threw them against his body.

Geneva threw herself backward, mouth agape at her idiocy and powerwalked away. She had walked straight into the wrong tent. It seemed her rush of adrenaline clouded her ability to think straight after the match. She could still hear Malfoy yelling out obscenities inside.

A few feet away and she reached the girl's tent. Thank Merlin for that. The next one was the teacher's tent. She remembered the blue banner and cursed herself for not paying more attention. With her eyes on the correct location, she desperately tried to erase Malfoy's scrawny little backside from her mind. Geneva swept back the entrance and was just about to set foot inside when she was yanked back by the shoulder, causing her to stumble. Pansy Parkinson stood there looking furious, her fists balled, less than a meter before her, fury palpitating from her every pore.

"What the HELL do you think you're doing?" she raged.

"What do you mean?" Geneva asked, though knowing very well what it was about. She could already see where this was going.

"Looking in on my boyfriend. You pervert!"

Geneva's face fell incredulously. "WHAT! Look, I don't know what he told you but it was an acci-…."

SLAP!

"You bitch! How dare you hit me!

Instincts caused her to move toward her in retaliation but Pansy had whipped out her wand and held it threateningly before her. Geneva was unarmed, although did think of clocking Pansy with her broom.

"You had your creepy frog spawn eyes all over him," Pansy blasted.

"I did not! I was out of there the second I saw him."

Pansy jabbed her wand, "Liar! Filthy mudblood!"

There was no way she was getting through to her. Geneva pushed aside Pansy's wand and made for the tent, but Pansy sent Geneva flying backwards in a bolt of blue light to the chest. She hit the ground hard, the stone gravel instantly cutting her elbows and hands. Pansy took a victorious step forward, her cocky smile illuminating her smug face, wand braced watching Geneva wince and shuffle on the gravel.

"Attacking an unarmed classmate under false pretences," winced Geneva. "Very big of you Parkinson."

Pansy hit her again with the same jinx but this time Geneva threw out a hand, non-verbalising a shield charm without the use of a wand.

Pansy mouthed obscene words of shock, but she did not stop, and jabbed another, and another. Geneva was hit with the next, but defended herself with the third.

"Flipendo duo!" she cast.

Pansy was lifted off her feet and catapulted backward, her body thrown to the floor and sent skidding across the gravel. Geneva relished in the crunch of the stony ground and her wandless abilities watching Pansy groan and cough breathlessly.

The impact had been so great that Geneva had the chance to rise and dust herself off. She stood before Pansy at a good distance from her launch, and blew cockily on her hand that had caused the effect.

"Where's your wand?! You…you freak!" Pansy spat, squirming.

Geneva rose a smug brow and spun around to leave the scene, but just before she did, she saw it coming. She saw it coming before it even happened - A rock. Pansy was going to throw one in attempt to knock her down, but Geneva spun with the reflex of a serpent and caught it in her hand like a baseball.

"And that…" she smiled, throwing and catching the rock leisurely, "is why I'm a seeker, and Malfoy is not."

Ok, so being a legilimens helped, but she wasn't about to let that out.

"You're a freak Geneva! Always will be. You bitch!"

Just then, Professor McGonagall swept open the staff Quidditch tent. Her eyes were wider and her lips even more pursed then usual, surveying the bloody scene. Her brows were so high they almost reached the brim of her hat, lines jittering all over her features. Geneva's fingers unclasped. The rock dropped to her side with a thud.

"What is this dreadful profanity I'm hearing!? I have never heard such filth coming from two young ladies."

Pansy began wincing on the floor with such fakery it made Geneva want to vomit.

"Professor, it's…ahhh…" she pointed to Geneva, "her! She was…"

"Jealous," came a voice. Geneva turned around to see Malfoy coming out of the boy's Quidditch tent. He went and stood in-between the two girls next to McGonagall. Pathetic wimp, Geneva spat under her breath. He hadn't been here a moment ago when his girlfriend was thrown backwards, but now a teacher was present he was here and ready to stir the shit in the cauldron. What a coward.

"She was ogling me," Draco sneered. "Looking in when I was changing…"

"What!" Geneva exasperated. "Professor, please. I simply by accidently walked into the wrong tent. Draco was changing. I didn't know that! I certainly wouldn't be spying on him, or anyone! Pansy…she then attacked me with accusations that I was snooping. I would never!"

Professor McGonagall's head bobbled, crossly assessing their accounts. "Whatever has happened it seems you have both dealt with this most inappropriately." She looked at Pansy …"Profanity, Miss Parkinson…lacking in communication, and…" she pointed with a bony finger at their bloody grazes, "Unnecessary injuries. An indecent shame on a joyus day for Slytherin." Her hands resumed their usual potion, fingers clasped in front of her. She looked up as a figure approached, breathing a sigh of relief.

"Professor Snape…" Geneva turned round to see him slip into view, at first unable to focus on what McGonagall was saying, since he was wearing the cashmere scarf she'd brought him for Christmas. Her stomach pulled behind her navel. His features were so much more defined out in the daylight, unlike the deep amber hue that lit the dungeons.

"What seems to be the problem?" he asked, silken as ever, calmly poised, though surveying the dramatic wince in Pansy's face and the bloody cuts and grazes between her and Geneva.

"There seems to be a misunderstanding here, between these two girls," informed Professor McGonagall. "As head of house I trust you can find a suitable form of punishment. Heaven knows a reduction in house points are in order. The profanity from Miss Parkinson here has been most shocking, and I believe by the looks of their injuries a most distasteful duel, merely from the misunderstanding of a silly accident. Heavens, you are 7th years. This is not the way in which you should conduct yourselves…ladies. A term I use very loosely."

And with that she gave one last audible tut before pivoting back to the staff tent.

Snape's gaze alternated between the two girls, towering over them as they nursed their bloody elbows.

"Parkinson – my office – detention, 6pm this evening. Azur – 7:30."

7:30 came.

Snape was working at his desk, his quill gliding spidery writing over the parchment before him. His eyes flicked up upon her entry. Geneva was dressed in casual clothes, but with her bag full of books and conveniently everything she'd need to stay the night, just incase. 7:30 was after all the time they had arranged previous – before all of this - to spend together.

"You wanted to see me…" Geneva asked, possibly alluding a innuendo.

Snape got up from his desk nonchalantly, tucked in his chair and came to face her at the front in slow, calculated steps, his fingers interlinked behind his buttoned coat. He stopped just inches before her, his mouth perusing around to this side and that before settling on hers. Geneva almost smiled looking up to him, sensing his act, playing along. His deep, rich aroma engulfed the space between them.

"…Well…" he spoke silky, with a long pause to follow. There was a wicked glint sparkling in his obsidian eyes.

Geneva bit her cheek from the inside in attempt to disable her curling lips.

"I believe a form of punishment is in order."

"I believe so, sir."

Snape opened his lips moments before speaking. His instruction came as though he were instructing a class. "Take off your clothing...from your waist down and stand in front of my desk."

Geneva's breath snagged. Merlin this was really happening. His voice reverberated straight to her clitoris before she'd even undone the button on her pants. Was he just going to stand there and watch? Clearly... She slipped them down her legs, already at his mercy, taking off her shoes. She went to pull down her long Slytherin socks, but he decided he quite liked them - the school girl version of stockings, coming up to her knees. "Leave those." He stood before her with limited expression, but dropped his eyes between her legs, fingers still interlinked behind as though he were strolling through an art gallery, marvelling at a particularly spectacular piece.

"Such a salacious under garment, Miss Azur. Was this...intentional?"

"Perhaps, sir."

"Remove them...Slow-ly."

Geneva was determined to look into his eyes whilst doing so, slipping in her fingers, smoothing the black lace down her creamy thighs. Snape kept it together, but Geneva's breath was already raggedy, kicking them free from her delicate ankles. Snape stood aside and gestured a hand as though he were letting her through a door. It meant she had to walk in front of him - her pert round bottom on display as he walked behind her. She assumed the position he wanted, standing behind his desk between his large leather chair and the dark oak table, facing outwards into the empty classroom.

Snape must have uttered an incantation because the fire rolled into flames by the right of them, and several of the candles went out, shrouding the room in an erotic darkness though easy on the eyes enough to make out objects and features. Geneva compliantly took hold of the edging of his large dark oak desk and instinctively swayed her perfect behind in the direction of his groin, which to her dismay, he wouldn't allow her to press up against.

Having his tall, dark figure standing behind her bare ass was wildly erotic. She was already weak for him, wet and needy. Snape's hands found their way into her coal black curls. There he was slowly undoing her pony tail. So gently. Her Potions Master. She would never in her wildest dreams imagined this in a thousand lifetimes. Geneva enjoyed the soft tugs of her curls being set free by those hands half covered in buttons. He tossed her band to his desk and moved aside her thick curls to close in on her ear, snaking around.

"Take off...your shirt."

He didn't have to tell her twice. Geneva pulled it off over her head sending her curls bouncing over her shoulders, some trailing down her back, others flounced over his desk, exposing her flesh to the cold dungeons. Her nipples stood on end in their black lacy bra. Placing her hands back on the desk she pressed her cleavage with her arms just to feel the material rub against them, closing her eyes. Merlin, if he didn't touch her soon she was going to go crazy. He noticed the way the curve of her back was more prominent now than before and smirked, placing his boot between her ankles to part her legs.

A soft, compliant moan escaped her. The desperation reeked into the room as images of his cock from behind flooded her.

"Ugh, sir..." she sighed, arching her back like a serpent.

"Sir is all you're to address me as during this detention. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir."

"I witnessed your little charade this afternoon with Miss Parkinson."

"I did nothing wrong," Geneva spoke adamantly without eroticism. She wasn't about to let Pansy win. "She started it. I didn't want to fight."

"Qui-et. I happen to think you demonstrated excellent practise," he silked, so slowly running the back of his finger against her inner thigh, enjoying her expected quiver. Geneva had never realised quite how sensitive her flesh was in that area.

"...However," he continued, "your choice of spell is another matter. It could have been executed far more effectively. You were unarmed, I believe?"

Geneva's eyes fell shut, his light touch sending warmth straight to her groin.

"Mmm-yessir."

"Tell me...what would have been the most appropriate spell to use in said situation?"

She took a while to answer, unable to think as the back of finger torturously climbed higher to flesh baring more sensitivity than the area before. Geneva moaned sweetly bowing her head.

"The correct spell?" He asked again, teasingly withdrawing his touch.

"Ex-Expelliarmus sir?"

"Indeed" he confirmed. "Failure to act appropriately in the moment, I'm afraid I'll have to..."

"Have to what...sir?"

Geneva gasped as his large hand thrust her forward across his desk with a spank to her right cheek. Her mouth fell in shock, as pleasure rolled over her. Oh Merlin! Her eyes fell heavily. Taken by surprise, she already craved more. Her teeth pressed to her lip feeling the aftermath sting deliciously vibrating through her body.

"And for such filthy profanity Miss Azur..."

Another spank.

"Uuahh!" She moaned, her curls bouncing forward. "Yes, sir." Fuck, do it again. She'd never in her life thought or fantasised about being spanked, ever...until now. Her hands splayed on the desk, her backside rocking as though she were being penetrated, hungry for him, wanting more.

"You did however demonstrate excellent non verbal casting," he continued. He spoke so lowly she was pretty sure she could cum from his voice and spanking alone. His large half black clad hand smoothed across her round right cheek where he'd left a red mark and inbetween her cheeks where he drew two fingers down the slit. Geneva was practically salivating.

"Yes sir..." she whimpered, rolling her eyes as two of his finger tips met the wet, softness of her folds. Oh God. Her mouth fell whilst he rubbed her entrance in slow circular movements.

"My my..." his deep voice silked over her like warm honey. "So wet...We've barely begun."

"I'm always wet for you Professor," she sighed with honesty, desperate for the penetration of his fingers. Please God just push them inside.

"That would include your time during my class, Miss Azur. How very scandalous."

"Mmm-yessir..."

"One can only imagine you masturbating under your work bench so scandalously."

She couldn't take his teasing and reached a desperate hand to rub her clit, but he made her put it back on the desk. Geneva's fingers clasped into nothingness as though she were screwing up parchment in her need to clench, the way she liked to grip his cock.

Snape came forward toward her ear. Geneva stood upright but with her lower back curved out so far to feel every part of his long fingers rubbing her slit. She was utterly under his control. His voice was sex. The definition.

"If you comply...You will be rewarded. You must answer my questions correctly. Failure to do so and you will be punished, do you understand?"

"Uhh-yessir..." she moaned, feeling his sensuous rub. God her head was whirling.

"If..." he moved so close to her earlobe, she could feel the heat of his breath, smell the myrrh scent on his black robes, "you answer correctly..."

Could he stop pausing dramatically!

"Then I will reward you with...the most...
ex-squ-site oral sex right here on my desk."

Geneva let out a desperate cry of pleasure, biting her bottom lip hard, lines etching all over her brows.

"Ughhh-pleasesir..."

"Tell me Miss Azur, what was the correct formation of today's potion? I trust you noted what correction I made to your mixture."

Eyes closed, she answered his question in a sigh. Think think! "Two anticlockwise and...uughh..." She noticed how he mimicked the same motion between her legs. "Quarter to the right, sir..."

"Very good..." He rewarded her by curling his middle two fingers up into her warmth. Geneva's eyes rolled close in acceptance curving her back like a cat, eager for further depth. Oh that felt good. So good. Her fingers curled around the desk edge.

"Tell me, what was the last ingredient added and state it's importance."

Oh Merlin he was curling those fingers beautifully toward her g-spot. Geneva's breath grew raggedy quickly.

"It-ugghh-itwasnightshade-ughhh...sir. It's most potent in this partic-uuuugghh-particular mixture."

A rewarded finger to that special place caused her head to roll downwards, sending her dark curls cascading over his desk exposing her bare back. Merlin it was beautiful. As much as her Professor wanted to run his hands over her delicious shapely figure, he refrained, insistent with his torture.

"Please..." she whimpered.

He gave the most condescending whimper in return, playfully mocking her desperation.

Geneva's brow knotted in a cry as he drove his fingers expertly in and out of her, letting out his own groan of approval as though his cock were being gratified.

That sardonic bastard. Then, suddenly, he withdrew and turned her around to face him. Their eyes burnt in fiery desire. Standing in nothing but her bra with her fully clothed Professor before her, she felt like a wild woman, completely at his submission, breathing raggedly. He took a step closer to her so they were almost chest to chest. Her breasts heaved headily in excitement awaiting his next move. He took her chin with two fingers, fixing his obsidian eyes on hers. She was a pool of mush, evident in every twist of her expression as he gazed at her with the essence that he would devour her. Right here. Their eyes locked, he trailed two other fingers down and

"Uuugggghhh," They enveloped into her wet folds like two fingers in a honey pot, except never inside. Teasing still, he never took his black eyes off her. He was so infuriatingly calm, whilst she was like putty in his hands as he rolled and pinched her clit, watching her.

"Oh that is rather wonderful, is it not?" He teased. Geneva nodded desperately amongst her whimpers - about all she could manage other than pushing her pelvis into his fingers.

He reached round to her backside and with one swift movement placed her effortlessly on top of his desk. This was it. Oh sweet Merlin. Her heart pounded watching his silent stare as he loosened his collar, then slowly spread her thighs.

The coldness of his desk against the heat of her womanhood sent a wonderful sensation through her. Then, valiantly he got to his knees. The very sight made her nervous, humbled, driven wild. She lifted her legs over his shoulders compliantly as though they had done this a million times before.

"Judging by your expression and your writhing body Miss Azur, I can see you're going to cum stupidly quickly."

The next sound to fill the room was Geneva's gasp as he moaned deeply into her heat. His sonorous voice vibrating against her tender flesh. Her mouth hung open in stark pleasure, eyes rolling back.

"Uugghhhugghhh." Her voice reverberated off the walls of his classroom.

His tongue, her clitoris, the way he ate and sucked her had her crying out, pulsating. Her head whirling, legs like jelly, pushing her socked feet into his black coat. Geneva's hands reached for his coal black hair, pushing it back from his eyes just to watch him feast, until...

"Uggghhhhha-I'm coming...!"

"So stupidly quick," he moaned into her.

"Oh! Oh! Sir...yes! Ugghhhhh!"

Snape groaned hungrily into her, meeting her cries as warm honey pored from her core in pulses around his probing tongue. Geneva's face flushed, her posture darting up, toes pushing into his back as her head fell helplessly back, releasing her orgasm, convulsing around his fingers and tongue. She had never felt anything quite like it. Head spinning, mesmerised, she breathed in the after glow of his attentive, sensual massage of her flow, savouring every last drop of her honey. Geneva sat with her thighs still shaking, watching him in awe, her fingers laced through his dark hair, mouth agape in rapture, almost in tears. This man. Oh this man.

"No more teasing," she begged, when he finally rose to her level again, between her thighs - the perfect opportunity to grasp his confined erection. Ohh he liked that. He breathed in once hard through his nose, trying to contain himself, but there was no hiding his rigid, thick cock hidden beneath his dark robes, ready to be set free

"Please sir," she spoke, in her most seductive tone. "Right here on your desk."

The way she spoke, her tender yet firm rubbing of his cock...he could hold back no longer.

"Claim it," he spoke. She wondered if he had any inkling just how erotic his voice was.

Without hesitation, Geneva undone the zip on his pants before reaching for her him, as he simultaneously took off her bra and freed her perfectly pert breasts. Snape could have thrust his mouth on them immediately but took a moment just to stare, tweaking her erect nipples with his thumbs in mirroring movements as perfectly as he formulated a potion. Geneva mewd like a kitten. He attended to them so erotically. He then drew around the tops and undersides with his fingertips. By now Geneva had retrieved his perfect length from his dark confidents. Each time she had, his size never failed to amaze her. Her agile fingers wrapped around his shaft and deliciously worked up and down his warmth, adding a perfect twist over the tip, which coated her hand in his excitement. His frown was as profound as ever, loving every second, hissing in gratification.

Geneva looked up to him as he looked down at her above his desk - a sight she had seen many times in class over 7 years being victim to his judgements and unfair criticism, but now here he was completely inebriated, in the palm of her hand. Literally. Geneva watched his eyes roll close with a vixen-esque glint in her eye and worked his cock with long erotic strokes. She looked up with the sexiest smile playing about her lips as he caught her eyes, a weakened frown crinkling his brows.

"Ughsir-I-love-your-cock."

"Profanity Miss Azur," he breathed.

Geneva smiled. "Does this warrant another spanking?"

"Clearly."

It was her cue to turn around and uggggghh his hand came right across her backside. She gasped as her curls thrust forward and her ass back against his groin, smiling. She voluntarily spread her thighs and curved her beautiful back braced for what was coming, grasping the desk.

"Yes," she rocked, breathing headily "Please sir."

The next thing Geneva felt was his hand make it's way between herself the desk, toying with her clit, drawling his low rich voice into her ear as he did so.

"So ripe..."

"Professor," she pleaded in an almost cry, feeling his cock trailing slick pre-cum against her thighs. Even during sex he was still the intense control freak he was when he taught. It wasn't until he had her in a writhing cry that he be broke his own tortuous torment, giving in to himself. Geneva arched her back like a serpent, her body shot with goosebumps as he slowly inched inside her warm velvet walls. Their breathy gasps of astonishment filled the silent classroom, engulfing on another. Geneva's brows crumpled as her mouth fell agape in pleasure relishing the slip of his girth slick in her warmth. So beautifully tight, Severus was immediately lost in a sensual rhythm, hands on her hips, bouncing her gently off his cock, releasing her soft, erotic moans and his, thoaty whines of pleasure. His mouth never closed. They were obsessed, their sex creamy and slick. Snape brought her up to stand. Geneva gasped. Her backside still pressed serpent like into his cock from behind. His hands - large and strong, ran over her firm stomach, up in between her breasts, still steadily fucking her. Owned, she became a vessel for his perfect cock, whining as she ground back hungrily on him despite her straining back muscles.

If the feeling his lengthy cock wasn't enough, he began to pinch and twist her nipples, burying his head into her neck, groaning.

"Ugghhhhhhh," she cried, as the feeling shot electric shards through her. "Don't stop, don't...AH! AH!..."

He grew firmer just hearing her. Oh God he was too much, hitting her cervix, and she wanted it desperately, whimpering in need. He took his other hand to her clit, and she lost it. If it wasn't for his one arm holding her and pinching her nipple, she would have fell to the desk hopelessly. His two fingers rubbed her fleshy nub, shaking in a vigorous vibration. She was lost in pleasure, wrapped in his strong embrace. It was evident at that moment that her Professor had complete ownership and domination of her body. All of her. The sound of her sent Snape over the edge. The more he sped, the more she felt her climax rising and then, as they felt themselves on the brink, Geneva fell forward on his desk, his hands grasped her thighs and backside and their thrusts collided, bouncing off one another, quicker, quicker... Geneva began to cry, pushing her backside to engulf his member as though it were life or death, as if nothing existed but him filling her perfectly. His cock swelled inside her with such intensity that it took her breath away, panging her cervix. "Arrrghhhuuughhh yesss."

She milked him with her convulsing walls, her muscles clenched tightly around his manhood. "Professor...!" His fingers pressed into her backside as though she were a stressball, smirking as he read her mind, and took her harder. Geneva's hair flung forward, as the air was pushed from her chest. Fuck! Did the greater the wizard mean the greater the cock because oh sweet Merlin...! Seconds later she began to twinge and jerk, her legs shaking against his black trousers, knowing she was about to cum. Geneva threw a hand back and grasped his on her ass, panting like a banshee, crying, calling out his name. He roughly linked their fingers and ohh fucked her beautifully, jolting bolts of joyus vibrations right to her stomach until she contracted in tears around his throbbing cock. The second Snape felt her creamy pool over his shaft, he released his own within her walls in firm, vigorously thrusting with each convulsive spurt, groaning in his double bass voice which penetrated her ears as though it were sex itself. As his thrusting slowed to sensuality ride out their orgasm, Geneva's mouth fell in complete inebriation. Her voice was low and breathy.

"Oh God...ohhh God...what just happened...that was...that was..." she sighed, still pulsing around his cock, riding her backside gently into his groin. Severus eyes fell, absorbing the feeling of completion.

"Sublime," he awed.

Bringing her up to meet him with his shaft still her depth caused their honey to pour from her inside, trickling down her thighs. Geneva twisted her neck, craning behind just to kiss his questing tongue, smiling into his mouth, having been fucked to the nines so deliciously that she felt she should thank him. Her eyes did all the talking.

"I trust you have learnt you lesson, Miss Azur."

"Yes sir."

Severus smirked, against her beautiful mouth, and Geneva melted hopelessly around it.

It was different now. Good different. Whatever they shared transcended the relationship of student and teacher - that was clear - except for last night when he fully embraced his role as her Potions Master with her as his student. It didn't particularly help her analysis of their relationship, but it sure was wickedly exciting to think back on, especially now that she had her eyes on him at the staff table. Geneva rose a fork full of scrambled egg to her mouth and ate it with a knowing smile.

Orah had grown increasingly agitated at Geneva's latest musings with the man she wished to know no more than a professor of Potions. One morning in particular on the way to Care of Magical Creatures class, with no filter, Orah decided to let Geveva know exactly how she felt about it.

"It needs to stop," she said, dropping swear words in-between despicable shakes of the head. "You're disappearing what feels like every night now."

"It's not every night," Geneva attempted to reason. "I thought you were supportive of this. You know how much he's helped me. You know where I'd be if it wasn't for him right now."

"You should have taken this to Dumbledore from the very beginning." She shook her head. "Instead you've hooked up with…with bloody…Snape! I mean any Professor is bad enough, but Snape!"

"Look, I didn't expect this to happen," Geneva professed, "It just…did, and it feels right. I love being with him."

"Listen to yourself!" Orah shot incredulously, pushing Geneva in the shoulder as they walked. "It's just…not natural is it? I mean, Snape – what can he possibly feel for you? What can he possibly feel for anything other than joy in berating students? There's more emotion in a table leg. It's not right. What's going to become of this? You can't seriously think that this is going to continue once you leave Hogwarts? There can't be any feelings there…"

Geneva hoisted her slipping bag back on her shoulder, feeling punctured by Orah's words.

"There's something, I know there is. He's not that person when we're alone together Orah, I swear. He cares for me."

Orah turned to her, unconvinced.

"Care? He's taking advantage of you, having his way whilst he can. Whilst you need him."

"No!" Geneva insisted, for the thousandth time, feeling heat flush her cheeks. "I've told you. There's something more there. There is."

She hated the look on Orah's face. It was smug and condescending. "Snape has control issues. I wouldn't be surprised if he had you under some kind of spell."

"He wouldn't do that."

Orah scoffed in utter sarcasm. "Like he wouldn't take a hair from your head, give you a potion and extract your visions, right?"

"That was different. He was doing it to protect me."

A voice from behind caught her attention immediately, and she spun round.

"Orah! There you are!"

It was Billy. Her intense expression immediately melted, but not before one last glare at Geneva.

"F.Y.I, I refuse to cast the mirage charm anymore."

"Orah what!" but she was already skipping on to Billy. "Orah!"

Geneva felt a part of herself fall away at her friend's departure. This was the last thing she needed. For the rest of the day, Orah avoided her in lessons, at lunch and at dinner, swarming her with emotion – frustration, anxiety – what if Orah spilled her secret?

Fine, if she wants to play like that, so be it. I don't need her, Geneva thought. I am my number one priority. She returned the last few books to the library shelves and packed up her things ready to head down to her class with Severus. She'd thought about returning to her dormitory to cast the mirage charm herself so she could stay the night with him, but it was far too early to cast it and what if Orah let her secret slip? With years of friendship between them, Geneva tried to convince herself that even though she had decided against it, that her secret was still safe with her closest and most trusted friend, still, there was no denying she was most pissed off at the way she'd chosen to walk away and not discuss this properly as adults.

Geneva's frequent encounters with Severus had brought them closer, loosening restrictions she had felt previous of simplicities such as putting her arms around him. Now, freely she walked into his arms after dropping her bag to the desk. Orah's words shrouded her mind as Severus' black clad arms snaked around her back and pulled her close to his buttoned chest, firm and protective, she drew into him like putty, his aromatic scent filling the space between them. How could she expect Orah to understand what this felt like - the magnitude - his sense of protection, how it felt to be entwined with him, waking up in his arms and falling asleep in them too. An unlikely pairing, yes, but one as a best friend she should at least try to understand. Afterall, she hadn't been possessed by a horcrux and experienced terrifying, invasive thoughts. Who was she to talk!

The thought of Orah's departure made her embrace Severus further, inclining her neck to look up at him – a man she had once seen as condescending, cold, her Professor of Potions and head of house, dark and bitter, the way Orah saw him. Now, a man with depth, complexities, boring scars of a tumultuous past, which he so openly bared to her – a giant step for one so private and solitary. Sometimes, the way he held her at night made her think that maybe, just maybe he needed her in some way too.

Severus frowned in curiosity, meeting her eyes, attempting to penetrate her thoughts. Nothing. She had become quite the occlumens. Two of his fingers rose to her chin, gently angling her jaw towards his. He may not be able to read her thoughts, but her eyes spoke loud and clear.

"Something troubles you."

His words struck up a flutter in her belly. He noticed her eyes waver downwards, and stole a kiss – one, single press to her lips. Their eyes locked as they pulled away.

"It's just…well, I've been wondering what this is?" Geneva spilled.

He did that thing where he opened his lips to talk but no sound came out. She'd put him in a completely awkward position, but he did ask.

"This?" he questioned.

Geneva nodded. "Yes. Me and you, Severus. What am I to you?"

"Let's…not have this discussion here, shall we?" He took her hand and led her to his quarters. Severus noticed how she was tense, her eyes scanning the room as though she hadn't been there before, her fingers twiddling around one another, on edge. He poured her a drink in attempt to make her more at ease.

Geneva peered into the glass as he passed it across. "What is it?"

"Whatever you desire."

The liquid was clear. She gave it a swirl. The first thing that came to mind was a steaming cup of hot chocolate, and sweet Merlin, the clear liquid became creamy with frothy bubbles sending heat radiating through to her hand.

"Thank you," she smiled. Charmed and equally impressed. A simple spell to him no doubt.

"As you were saying…" he gestured for her to sit.

Geneva sat back on the dark leather chair she had sat on before with books upon books behind her. Both hands clasped her mug, staring at its contents as though it would give her the confidence to speak her mind.

"This thing between us. I mean, it's…you've been…I mean I didn't expect it...I could never have imagined...but it feels so right and…well…"

"As articulate as ever," he chortled, with a smirk. She'd gotten used to those little curls of his lips every now and then. Something one would never quite notice unless examining his face in close proximity, and no one ever really wanted to do that with Snape. It was especially for her.

"I just wondered how it feels for you," Geneva continued. "Am I…more than your student?"

"I would have thought that would have been quite clear. You are the only person who has set foot here. Clearly you are...more."

"In what way?" she persisted, in Slytherin fashion.

"I care f-..."

"I know," Geneva interjected. "…you care for me, and I care for you too, but, do you…feel anything for me…beyond that?"

"Of course," he said, honest though rather regimented, assuming his usual teacher pose with his hands clasped behind his back.

Clearly she was going to have to dig for answers from someone who had been numbed to discuss any emotion for years, and figured she'd have to be quite gentle about it.

"Well, do you see me as…well, you know…" Merlin, dammit, was she going to have to spell it out for him?

"Us...together?" Her stomach felt unsettled as she said it, her heart now in her throat. "I know it's hard to tell because we've never…I mean, beyond Hogwarts…" Geneva's posture slumped. "What happens after Hogwarts?"

"At this moment in time I believe there are much…greater things to focus on." he answered.

She knew he was right, but she couldn't drop the subject now she was here. She put her hot chocolate down on the side table, and shuffled forward on her seat, coming straight out with it.

"I'm not just…you know, a convenient shag to you am I?"

Severus winced at her classless language.

"Sorry."

"You are certainly more than…as you so articulately put it…a 'shag.'"

Geneva snorted. Such a word sounded so wrong coming from his lips of someone so eloquent.

"Good to know," she responded.

"Although," he added, "those are quite spectacular."

Geneva laughed her way out of the chair, and got up to embrace him. Flames danced between them, hard to ignore. Surely she couldn't allow herself to feel the burn after expressing her wish to be more than a physical conquest. But oh, it was already happening. His hands were pushing up into her loose curls before she had a chance to say or think much else, and she let what would be unfold.

A while later, Geneva rolled over and lay elated on his chest half covered in his dark bed sheets, running her hands and fingers delicately along the scars she had familiarized herself with. She hadn't the heart to ask how he'd got them. Not yet, but to her, each solidified his strength and what he had overcome. There was something quite valiant about it. He was not afraid to hide them. Not anymore, and lay with his torso bared, the sheets gathering at his waist.

After a while, mewing over each other, the two of them sat up in bed. Geneva with her back against Severus bare chest, looking out into his ambient room where flickering candles danced in glass jars in front of packed book shelves. It was 9pm.

Snape raised his hand and his wand drew to it immediately. Geneva looked at him in bemused fashion.

"It's time you learnt to conjure a patronus," he told her.

"Here?" she asked, with a flickering smile. "You mean…like this?"

Severus cocked an eyebrow. "Do you care to move?"

"Not really."

"Then here will do just fine."

Geneva wriggled back against him as if they could get closer than they were already were. "Is this your new way of teaching, sir?" she smiled. "Can I take all my private lessons like this?"

He put a finger to her jaw and turned her head away from him. "Now. Focus. Tell me, what do you know about a patronus charm..."

"A patronus charm," she began, clearing her throat. "...is a magical guardian - a projection of your most positive feelings - your happiest memories."

"Correct. It is very advanced magic, beyond N.E.W.T level...however...the skills you've demonstrated so far have been quite remarkable. I have no doubt you will master it. This can be used as a defensive shield, against dementors, against Lethifolds…"

"What's a lethifold?"

"Inhuman, closely related to the dementor. Has a taste for human flesh."

"Pleasent," she winced.

"In order to be able to cast the Patronus charm, you must first channel all your energy and focus solely on a happy memory."

"Are you going to show me?" Geneva asked. "What's your happy memory?"

"A memory which is kept to yourself is one of strength and the utmost power in casting the spell," he spoke, concealing it from her.

She was a little disappointed in not hearing his happy memory, but respected his teachings nonetheless.

"A happy memory," Geneva repeated. "Ok…" She closed her eyes to aid her focus. Her senses awoke to Severus' firm chest behind her, the warmth of his skin, his scent, the brush of his dark hair against the back of her shoulder. Never did she ever picture this or see it coming, but now, she couldn't imagine a world without him. It was him – her happy memory, amongst everything that was going on right now in her life, it was him…

"I've got it," she smiled, letting it fill her conscience.

"The incantation is expecto patronum," he instructed. "You have learnt to control your thoughts. Now you must channel them, centre the memory and cast the spell."

Severus rose his wand to head level, and waved it in one firm curved whip. A beautiful icy blue light was cast from his black wand illuminating the dark room, flowing in powerful, yet graceful waves, taking the form of what looked like a beautiful bird. Geneva's breath drew in, marvelling at its beauty, her head up watching it fly around the room, leaving a trail of elegant swirls in it's wake.

"Wow!" she gasped, as Severus lowered his wand in almost slow motion.

His expression was not as she expected. He looked bewildered, blank…his lips hung open and his eyes fell around the bed sheets.

"I've never seen anything so pretty," Geneva gushed. "Now my turn."

Severus gave a slight nod, thankful her back was toward him, lost in his own emotion. Geneva raised her wand as he had done and whipped it with enthusiasm, "Expecto Patronum."

A whisp of silvery light left her wand and entered the room but a meter before it fizzled away. She gave a sigh of disappointment, but was quickly reassured by his words.

"That's more than most accomplish the first time. Try again…"

"Expecto Patronum!"

This time, the same silvery blue light travelled further and began to take the form of something. A tail?

"Oh! Did you see that?" Geneva gasped in excitement, spinning to him. "That was…well it was something!"

Severus inclined his head, pressing the closest thing she had ever seen to a smile on his lips. The rest of which was hidden behind her curly locks as she turned to make her third attempt. His heart swelled twice the size, lost in her smile, her excitement and her determination, and more than anything else, her happy memory that he had read – him. Lily's words rang in his ear. Inhaling through his nose, he wrapped an arm around her bare torso and pulled her close, breathing in the scent of her hair.

"Expecto Patronum!" This time, her patronus took form. A bird. A beautiful silvery bird flew around the room just as his had done. Geneva was so elated, it was hard for Severus to think or focus on anything else, but his heart sped like it never had done. Ever.

"I did it! It's the same. We share the same patronus, it's the same as…"

Her words were lost in his kiss that came so fervently that it took her breath away.

And she was gone. Severus arms enveloped the warmth of her torso from behind, embracing her quite differently than he ever had before - lovingly, embedding his face into her dark locks, allowing her sweet feminine scent to grace his senses. Geneva's face melted into a smile, wrapping her arms over his as she was rocked gently in an embrace listening to his throaty coos of comfort and contentment. Her eyes closed, mellowed, the candles in the room dancing behind her closed lids as she shut her eyes, embraced by the man she was falling for, and she was gone. Severus was completely lost to her. His rich voice met her ears in a low whisper.

"You are...(kiss)...so wonderful...(kiss)...intelligent...(kiss) beautiful..."

Geneva's head rolled into his, sighing his name, overwhelmed at his words. Her heart was hammering, swelling in size.

She fell lost to his sensuality, to his voice against her ear that sent wild sensations sent straight to her core, of his large hands now gliding across her milky flesh to cup her breasts. Her nipples - Severus pinched and rolled them expertly as if he were stirring a potion in the perfect formation.

Geneva would have lost her head if it wasn't for his shoulder to lay back on. Nuzzling into his neck, she breathed in perhaps her favourite spot. His natural aroma seemed to linger there, masculine and mysterious yet sensual and beautiful, deep and earthy. Geneva reached down for his manhood that grew quickly hard against her backside, and smiled into his mouth upon her retrieval. Severus returned the favour, reaching down between her creamy thighs to that beautiful button that he worked so expertly. Within a minute, Geneva was writhing her body into his penetrating fingers, pushing her back into his chest. Her head fell hopelessly onto his shoulder, eyes closed, her mouth agape. Severus hand caressed her throat, kissing her ear, enjoying her tug on his cock. His voice, rich and smooth shot her body with tingles whispering sweet nothings into her ear. Her thighs now shuddering, she drew in a hard gasp - her gspot. Oh god. Those fingers of his vibrated inside her like there was no tomorrow

She convulsed from her depths. Severus hissed, fingering her so vigorously that her body had gone rigid, thus tightening the grip on his shaft. Stiff and dripping with pre-cum, he couldn't stand it any more and released his fingers to turn her around to face him in a look of urgency. He said nothing but pulled her shaking pleasured body on top of his, adjusting his position to sit up right. Geneva's beautiful curls fell against his shoulders. She pushed them back and immediately placed her hands to his head as his mouth slipped over her right nipple in hunger, vibrating throaty groans against it, sucking as though it were the elixir of life. He reached down a hand to his cock she was playing with, and with little guidance, he brought her to her knees above it. Their breathing was ragged anticipating the smooth accent of his shaft vertically inside her. He encouraged her with ease to take him. So magnificent was his erection, stiff and ready to be sat on that Geneva gave a little laugh. The moment his engorged head slipped between her lubricated opening, her giggle stopped as her body turned to mush. Just as she thought it wasn't possible for his cock to feel any better than it did last time, this new position soon changed her mind. She placed her hands on his shoulders to ease her descent, and let his cock spread her walls.

"Oh god," she gasped.

Severus kissed her luscious bottom lip teasingly that was turning into a smile. When she opened her eyes, he was looking right back at her, his black eyes glittering with the utmost desire, running his lips silky over hers, not to kiss but to feel, allowing her moans to freely escape as he eased her deeper to a sitting position.

Geneva's mouth fell wide, astonished she could feel so full, so complete. Her hands slid from his shoulders to his chest, pressing her breasts together, taking a moment. Still.

"Let me just..." she breathed, closing her eyes. Severus, feeling the same, let his eyes fall shut for a few seconds, engulfed in such warmth, her soft walls pulsating around his manhood.

"I can't get enough," she sighed. By the expression on his face, the feeling was mutual. As legilimens, their thoughts intermingled as they sat embracing the sensation, their eyes meeting, tongues, lips, her breasts kneaded, nipples erect with rubbing. His hands smoothing over her behind, her torso, fingers spread widely across her back.

"You are di-vine," he whispered lowly.

"I...Severus..." she panted. "I love being here with you. Like this. "I love the way you feel inside me...ughh...filling me..."

Severus expression reciprocated her every word, pulsating. With his large hands on her hips he looked directly into her eyes and ground her forwards, back and forwards.

Geneva looked as though she might cry from the slow grind and slip of his cock. It was perfect.

She placed her hands on his shoulders, her head almost rolling off her own at the feeling of him practically in her stomach this time rolling her own hips forward in compliance to his ministrations. Severus slid his hand up into her curls and cupped her jaw.

"I'm crazy for you," she whined into his mouth, unable to stop herself. "Whenever you're teaching all I want...all I want to do is..." she was riding his cock now, dancing her hips in a sensual grind, breathing rapidly between her words.

"I know exactly what you think about in my class..." he sighed, pushing his groin into her so she moaned.

"Every...time," she wined biting her lip, her head fell back but he brought her forward, pulling her to him, embracing her tightly, driving his hips upwards, sending her crazy. Geneva, with his hands on her hips now bounced deliciously on his cock. God it was good.

Severus face twisted in the deepest pleasure.

"Oh don't stop that," he frowned, flicking his eyes closed, his eyes rolling back behind his lids.

Severus mirrored the eroticism in her cries, except his vibrated with such base they stimulated every nerve ending in her body and travelled straight to her clitoris. Geneva's face twisted as he sunk deeper and more rigorous. Inevitable they couldn't take it slow when they throbbed so longingly for each other's release.

"Ugghh, Severus…! Hard, hard!" She cried, her curls bouncing over her shoulders, heat radiating to her centre ready to burst, almost sobbing, "Fuck me...don't stop…don't…ugghhh!"

Severus' breath was ragged, panting. The overflow of passion her eyes emitted, the hands pressed to his chest to steady herself and the bounce in her hips caused a twist of satisfaction in his face that came from a place that shook inside him, and she knew it. His head rested back, chin at an incline, welcoming her moans inside his mouth that reverberated in collision with his sonorous voice.

"I'm so close...!" she panted against his mouth, feeling the touch of his tongue.

"I feel you…I feel you," he panted back, reading her thoughts. "Cum for me. Cum my darling."

Geneva's eyes creased, moaning at his words. In a split second her body convulsed, her thighs tensed and now he was rubbing her clit like there was no tomorrow.

"Uuuughh Severus! Ugghh! Ugghhh!"

Held up, she shook in his arms, almost rising off his cock as the feeling overwhelmed her, but he pulled her back down by her hips and collided his hips with hers grunting each time his cock met her cervix. Geneva's breath was thrust out of her as she let out a long, erotic moan that had his name all over it.

Heat washed through her body filtering between her thighs like warm honey. When she opened her eyes, she was graced with watching him cum - the way his face twisted as he released was one of the deepest need, an urge to fill her completely to the depths of her core. There was nothing quite like hearing the man she had always known to be in utter control of everything, whining as his cock released it's every tension in hard spurts into her depths.

"Yesss..." she whispered, coming down from her orgasm, "oh god...oh..." Their mouths still open in awe, they closed their eyes to focus on the aftermath of him throbbing inside, heat radiating between their legs. Geneva found his mouth, kissing his lips, his chin, his jaw. His strong protective arms encased her and pulled her tightly to him.

"Severus..." she whispered, with the deepest fulfilment, sighing as a smile met her lips. She was complete.