Christmas break for the students of Hogwarts started at the end of the second week in December and it was like the castle emptied out overnight. When Freddie went to breakfast the morning of the 15th she was shocked to find only a dozen or so other students in the Great Hall. Only four Slytherin students remained at the table, all of them young. She'd never seen it so deserted.
If Freddie had thought the end of the term meant she'd get a break in her work level, she had been wrong. Snape more than doubled the amount of Potions work and training he set for her. He had her working basically nonstop from sunup to sundown, barely letting her stop for meals. He was relentless, constantly assigning her complicated potions to brew, challenges in the Room of Requirement, books he wanted her to read cover to cover, and in between all that she was to study the flashcards. Freddie took it all on with shoulders squared and a determined attitude. She had exactly one week left before the competition, she wasn't about to back down now.
After dinner the evening of the 18th Snape had her in the Brewing Lab working on a potion she'd never even heard of. It was called Loricatorum Draught and the recipe for it was in a very old-looking book. It was supposed to protect the drinker from most spells and make objects bounce off of their skin without harming them. As she scanned the recipe she could see why she had never heard of it – it was really tricky and had to be watched constantly.
"Why would anyone even want to brew this when a Shield Charm does the same thing?" she asked Snape incredulously. "It's useless."
"This brew was invented before the Shield Charm was discovered," he explained, lounging against the workstation with a glass of scotch in his hand.
"Then it's defunct. Why bother brewing it?"
"Not necessarily. You should know how to brew it, you may find yourself without a wand and in need of a specific form of protection."
"They're going to take my wand?" she asked, alarmed.
"It is possible that they may take it from you at the beginning of a specific challenge and return it to you once the challenge is completed."
"You didn't tell me that before," Freddie said, absently reaching for her wand in the pocket of her cloak. "I really don't like the idea of someone taking my wand away..."
"You are going to drop out now?" he asked sardonically, putting his cup on the table. "Because they might take your wand away, temporarily?"
She blew out a sigh and shook her head. Of course she wouldn't. He knew she wouldn't. They'd worked too hard. Still that didn't mean she had to like it.
"You are far from defenseless without your wand, little girl," Snape said quietly, putting a reassuring hand on her shoulder. She leaned into his touch automatically and stayed like that until he forced himself to step away from her.
"Go ahead and get started on the Loricatorum," he instructed her. "Let's see if you master this 'useless' old potion."
"Hmph," she said, turning back to the complicated recipe. "Piece of cake."
Sometimes Snape stayed to watch her work, other times he worked in his outer office and checked her work at the end. This time he stayed. Usually he brought a book to read or essays to grade and sat at one end of the workstation, only looking up at her periodically. But not tonight. Tonight he sat on a stool, facing her, his eyes following her every move. He didn't speak just sipped his scotch and watched her as she prepared her ingredients, checked and re-checked the recipe, and got started on the potion. She assumed his intention was to unnerve her, to distract her, as some sort of test, since the potion required constant attention. Luckily when it came to potions work she was a master of staying focused. She'd learned a long time ago how to tune him out, even when he was stalking around the dungeon classroom barking insults at her classmates.
An hour later she was in the zone, completely focused on the simmering potion in front of her. She didn't even notice when Snape stood up from the stool. She had one eye on her watch, adding ingredients and stirring at very precise intervals. She didn't know that he was right behind her until she felt his breath on the back of her neck. She jerked her head back to look at him then quickly went back to her potion.
"What are you doing?" she asked, adding exactly 2 grams of wartcap powder to her cauldron.
"Watching you work," he said innocently but she could still feel his breath tickling her neck. "I enjoy watching you work. You are remarkably focused."
Well I was focused, she thought to herself. It wasn't so easy to ignore him when she could feel the heat of his body right behind her. It had been too long since she'd been able to be physically close to him, too long since he'd had her in his arms...
She took a steadying breath and used her Occlumency to try to help her focus, to block out the thoughts and desires that were threatening to overwhelm her. And it worked...until he put his hands on her hips and she dropped an entire handful of Wiggentree bark into the cauldron at once when it was supposed to be added slowly, in ten second increments. The brew blackened immediately and the cauldron let out a belch of smoke that made her step back – directly into him.
"You did that on purpose!" she said, gasping at the physical contact.
"You were supposed to stay focused," he said, slipping his arms around her. He nuzzled her neck and she had to bite back a moan.
"Really?" she asked, trying to sound indignant but failing. "You think one of the judges is going to come up and – and molest me while I'm brewing?"
"Is that what I'm doing?" he asked, one hand trailing slowly down her stomach, down the front of her thigh. When his fingers brushed her skin beneath the edge of her skirt she inhaled sharply as a rush of heat went through her.
"What are you doing?" she asked, her voice strained.
"I really enjoy watching you work," he murmured, then kissed her neck. His hand slipped beneath her skirt and his fingers skimmed upwards until she could barely form a coherent thought.
"But wh- ah! W-we're in the castle. You-" she broke off into a moan as his fingers brushed against her panties, which were already wet.
"There is hardly anyone in the castle," he said, kissing her neck again. He flicked his tongue against her pulse point quickly, teasing her. She wanted him to do it again, to close his mouth over the spot, to suck and nibble... "The chances of anyone coming down here..." He hooked one finger beneath her panties and started to pull them down and suddenly she didn't care anymore about where they were. Boundaries be damned. "Are practically nonexistent," he continued, his lips skimming her neck as he spoke. "And it has been too long. I don't want to wait."
"M-maybe we should do it fast then," she said though she hardly knew what she was saying. "Just in case someone does come looking for you, like a student or the nurse."
"I can be fast," he said, his lips now skimming her ear and she practically melted into him.
With one arm around her and his other hand between her legs he steered her towards the workstation. He slipped her panties down as they moved and she stepped out of them. He pushed her against the table and removed his hands from her body just long enough to undo his pants. He pushed her face down onto the table and then he was inside of her. She gasped loudly then moaned as he began to move inside her. Her moans turned to grunts and whimpers of pleasure as he increased his pace. He had one arm around her abdomen, the other on her shoulder to hold her in place and she still had to brace herself against the table. She could feel the pressure building rapidly inside of her as he thrust, harder and faster, until an orgasm ripped through her so strong that she cried out, loudly. Then he came with a grunt, his fingers digging into her shoulder as she felt his cock twitching inside of her.
He slipped out of her with another soft grunt, leaving her face down on the workstation among various potion ingredients and his empty scotch glass. She was breathing hard and trembling slightly when he pulled her up, turning her around as he did, and kissed her hungrily.
"I need to take you home," he growled as he broke the kiss. "Now."
"Okay," she said, dazed from the kiss and the orgasm. With one hand on her wrist he tugged her towards the door. She stopped to pick her underwear up off the floor but he scooped them up before she could.
"Hey!" she said as he dangled them playfully from one finger. "I need those."
"Trust me, you don't," he said and pocketed them with a smirk. "Come on, we'll use the Floo."
"What if someone comes looking for us?" she asked as she followed him into the outer office.
"I'll leave a note, saying that we went out for potion ingredients," he said, going over to his desk for a piece of parchment. "We won't be missed. We were both at dinner. Everyone knows we've been working nonstop to prepare you for the championship. It's unlikely anyone will even notice we're gone."
"Should I clean that up before we go?" she asked, looking back towards the lab as he scribbled a note.
"Not now," he said dismissively. "I don't want to wait. There, done. Let's go."
"Wait," she said quickly and he looked at her impatiently. "Can we do it on your desk before we go? Just real quick. Please?"
She knew she was pushing her luck but he'd done it in the lab so she was hopeful. The lab had been good, she'd fantasized about that plenty of times before too, but she really wanted to do it on his desk. She knew he'd fantasized about it too.
She fully expected him to say no but she saw his eyes darken. He let out a growl as he scooped her up. He kicked his chair aside with his foot and put her down on the edge of his desk, brushing aside books and parchments.
"Oh thank you!" she said as he situated himself between her thighs, unfastening his pants again. "Thank you, Professor, thank you."
He groaned softly, pushed her skirt up, and buried himself inside of her. She knew his fantasies involved her calling him 'Professor' while he fucked her, hers did too. She wished they had time to act out the fantasy the way she'd always imagined it, but they had to be quick or risk being caught. Just the thought that someone could come knocking on the door and catch them in the act excited her for some reason.
"Lean back, Miss Gray," he said in a low, throaty tone. "Lay back on my desk and let me fuck you."
"Yes sir," she gasped, a surge of arousal rushing through her at his words. She lay back across the desk, her head on top of some poor student's essay. He hooked an arm around one her legs and began to thrust into her.
"Oh fuck," she groaned. "Fuck yes, fuck me Professor, fuck me!"
She was loud, probably too loud, letting out cries and moans when she could no longer form a coherent word. Her orgasm came even quicker this time but it took him a little longer. As the ripples of her orgasm subsided he let go of her leg, grabbed her arms, and pulled her into a sitting position, all while still inside her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, drawing him deeper. He growled softly and put his mouth to her neck. She threw her head back and he began to kiss and nip the pale skin of her throat. She whimpered and moaned her encouragement as he kept fucking her.
"Oh fuck me, Professor, yes. Just like that. You feel so good inside me..."
His breath was hot against her skin, coming out in ragged gasps mixed with soft grunts. She knew he was close.
"Please cum inside me, Professor, please. I want you to cum inside me. Please cum Pro- oh!" she let out a surprised cry of pain mixed with pleasure as he bit down on her shoulder, hard, as he exploded inside of her.
They stayed like that a moment, both trying to catch their breath. He removed his teeth and rested his head on her shoulder instead.
"You were loud," he said when he could finally speak.
"Sorry sir," she said with a grin. "But, I'm not really sorry. The charms make this room soundproof, right?"
"Mm-hmm." He kissed her shoulder, then her neck, then he pulled away. She felt a gush of fluid as his cock slipped out of her. He zipped his pants back up then picked her up from the desk and set her on her feet.
"You made a mess," he said but he was smiling as he pulled out his wand to clean the fluids left behind on top of his desk.
"It wasn't just me," she chuckled, straightening her skirt. He put his wand away and half-heartedly straightened his desk, leaving the note he'd written on top. He removed some of the wards from his office door so that if someone like Dumbledore or McGonagall wanted to get in, they could. Then he grabbed Freddie's arm, pulling her towards the fireplace.
"Let's go home," he said softly. "Before you get any more ideas."
"Sounds good to me...Professor."