A/N: Heads up, sexually explicit content begins in this chapter. Please go easy on me, it is my first time writing content like this!
Michael Corner did follow through. A week later, he asked her to accompany him to the Yule Ball, and she agreed. There was still a couple of weeks left until the dance would take place, so Laurette was pleased that he even was wanting to hang out with her leading up to the event.
They studied together in the library for the first week, and Laurette was finding herself drawn to Michael. He was always kind of cute, but in the past couple of years, he'd really grown to be handsome, and she already knew he was suave and flirtatious from his dating history. He definitely knew how to make Laurette laugh as well as blush.
One afternoon, they were forced out of the library by Madam Pince. They were laughing too loud, and the librarian had enough.
"Five points from Ravenclaw and Gryffindor," she hissed as they packed up their bags and left the library. The instant they were in the corridor, they were laughing again. He had a way of causing Laurette to forget her worries, and she was grateful. She finally had something else to occupy her mind other than her looming future.
Laurette had been gossiped about in school since she first arrived at Hogwarts, so she wasn't surprised when rumors began spreading about her interactions with Michael. The rumors were tame, but Laurette was worried they might become more scandalous as time went by.
One evening, only a day or so before the ball now, Laurette and Michael sat alone in a corridor windowsill. Their doe and bear patronuses were playing up and down the hall. Laurette was talking to Michael about how much she actually enjoyed leading Dumbledore's Army and teaching her friends.
Surprising her, Michael reached a hand to cup her face. They looked into each other's eyes before they each turned their head to kiss. He was gentle at first, but then he somehow pulled her onto his lap so that she was straddling him. With one hand on her waist, and both of Laurette's hands in his hair, they kissed until curfew.
Apparently, they were not entirely alone in the corridor though, and another student must have witnessed a portion of it. Somehow the entire school knew what happened the next day, but not even that could dampen how Laurette felt about having the most sensual first kiss.
The night of the newly annual Yule Ball finally arrived. Laurette didn't want to go shopping for a new gown, so she was planning on wearing the same dress that she wore to Bill and Fleur's wedding. Although, some alterations were made. Hermione was able to properly hem the dress so that she could wear flats and not have to worry about her feet hurting a few hours into the night. She also transformed the color into a darker navy blue. She knew Michael owned Ravenclaw color robes, and she thought that would be more fitting for a yule event.
When Laurette walked down the staircase of the castle, Michael's jaw quite literally dropped. She wasn't one to wear tight clothing in everyday life. Her school uniform was always comfortably loose on her, as her preference was. Seeing her in the form-fitting dress that revealed every curve was exceptionally pleasantly surprising. His eyes were also drawn to the slit that went up her leg.
Laurette enjoyed herself more than she had at her last Yule Ball, which wasn't surprising considering her place in the tournament and everything going on in the wizarding world when she last attended a dance. Someone had spiked the punch bowl as well, and Laurette and Micheal had two glasses before it had been discovered.
Of course, all the professors were on chaperoning duty. Severus stood next to Minerva, and they had a casual conversation. Minerva was gushing about how she was glad the tradition was returned to the school, and that she had attended her seventh-year ball with her late husband.
Severus eyed Michael's hand placement on Laurette. With each song, it seemed to find itself lower and lower on her back. His gaze was interrupted when a seemingly drunk Lavender Brown asked Professor Snape to dance. He did not hesitate to forcefully tell her to get away, also taking ten points from Gryffindor.
When he looked back to the dancefloor, Laurette and Michael were nowhere to be seen. "Not again," he muttered under his breath. It was late, but it was still too early to leave the dance without suspicion.
Michael had asked Laurette if she wanted to find somewhere to talk. Laurette wasn't naive, and she agreed. Michael had told her that he knew of the perfect place. Little did Laurette know, it was the perfect place because it was where he had encounters with each of his past girlfriends. They did have a genuine connection, but Michael just wasn't one for long-term commitments.
They took the stairs, and Laurette had an idea of where they were going when they stopped on the seventh floor. She stood aside as Michael walked until a door appeared. He opened it and let her walk in first.
It was by far the most romantic way she could imagine the Room of Requirements looking. It looked as though they were in a fairy garden. Enchanted flowers and greenery covered the walls. Tall flowering trees with twinkling lights were growing up from the wooden floor. Dim candles floated above them, and in the center of the room was a massive canopy bed with sheer curtains hanging down.
Confidently, he led her to the bed. She took a seat, and he slipped off her shoes, tossing them with a mischievous grin. He then cupped her face and proceeded to crawl on top of her as they scooched further back on the bed.
Prior to tonight, Laurette had only been kissed on the lips and cheeks, but Michael certainly had a more explorative mouth. He sucked on her neck and kissed her down to where her cleavage began at the edge of her dress. His other hand was occupied, by squeezing her exposed thigh and creeping higher. She wouldn't deny it felt wonderful. Not just the way he was pleasing her, but being wanted and desired made her feel confident.
"Is this alright?" He asked, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as his other hand moved to her inner thigh, reaching even higher. He was basically at her panties now. She nodded and smiled as she grasped at the outline present in his pants. With that, he moved his finger slowly over her clit, only the lacey cotton between.
A soft moan escaped her lips and she went to undo the belt around his waist. When his pants were successfully unbuttoned and unzipped, exposing plaid boxer shorts, he slipped his finger under her panty to stroke her clit.
She stretched her neck back as a finger went inside, and he kissed her neckline more. He leaned back up and reached for his wand, casting a vanishing spell on her panties. Looking pleased with himself, he nudged her legs apart. While he may be a casanova, he was still a very generous partner.
He took one of her legs and began a trail of kisses down it, getting closer and closer to her exposed pussy. Just as he was about to readjust himself to get a better angle, as he inched closer and closer, the door handle rattled.
Laurette shot her head back further and opened her eyes to see the handle rattle. She quickly rolled onto her stomach. They both wondered who could be on the other side.
"Don't worry, darling. I specifically requested a room that is secure for just the two of us, soundproof as well. The rattling stopped. "Probably a jealous couple, wishing they got her first. Some poor lad wishing he was with someone as divine as you."
With that being said, he flipped her back over onto her back and returned his lips to the top of her inner thigh. "Still doing alright, my love?" He questioned once more. She bit her lip and nodded as he plunged his mouth and tongue over and into her pussy.
Severus Snape was on the other side of the door. However, it wasn't because of anything pertaining to Laurette. This was a known hookup spot for the students privy of knowing of the room's existence. Minerva requested a volunteer to stand guard to deter students from utilizing the room. Apparently, back in Minerva's days as a student, someone used the room as a scandalous dominant and submissive space, and she didn't want that occurring again.
Severus wanted any reason to slip away from the loud music, and watching someone else grope Laurette while dancing only made him feel annoyed and perplexed about why exactly it bothered him so much.
It only took a minute or so before she had her first shared orgasm with Michael's face and hands still between her legs, he wiped his mouth on his arm and crawled to join her where she lay on the bed. She wasn't sure what happened next. Was she supposed to just dive down on him now?
A small sense of relief came over her when she heard a familiar voice from outside the door. "I have determined a way to unlock this door. I am giving you exactly one minute notice before" Snape's voice was clearly recognizable.
She made eye contact with Michael who looked wide-eyed. He jumped up to pull his pants back up, and Laurette stood up to adjust her dress. It wasn't as though she was averse to returning the favor, but after her orgasm, she really just wanted to sleep, and the urge to be sexual was greatly diminished. She also wanted to talk to Hermione a bit first. She wasn't expecting this to happen tonight.
The room then gave them both a sense of relief. As they slipped their shoes back on, another door appeared behind the greenery. The room had provided them with an exit that didn't mean walking out to see Snape with their tousled hair and wrinkled clothes. Michael grabbed her hand, and they quickly rushed out.
As expected, Snape wasn't within their sight, and they took the opportunity to run down the hall, their footsteps echoing down the empty corridor. It was odd, but as they escaped the scene, Laurette almost wished Snape would see them. She didn't know why, but it was as though she wanted to show off to him that she was an adult capable of doing adult activities.
Little did she know, Severus did step around the corner, and he saw them running away before they turned and disappeared to somewhere else in the castle. It was as though something large and scaly erupted into life in Severus Snape's stomach, clawing at his insides. Hot blood seemed to flood his brain, so that all thought was extinguished, replaced by a savage urge to jinx Michael Corner.
Wrestling with this sudden madness, he fiercely walked to the traditional entrance to the Room of Requirement, determined to sort out his thoughts about why Laurette was making it difficult for him to control his emotions and discipline his mind.