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Chapter Three
"So, as you can see, adding dried octopus tentacles will have a very harmful affect on the Calming Potion. The results will be the exact opposite, and the one taking the potion will become extremely violent." Snape droned on to his sixth year class, watching as Harry Potter yawned, Lavender Brown brushed her hair, and Hermione Granger scribbling frantic notes in her notebook. Only five minutes left, then these morons will be out of this class, and you won't see them until Monday. It had only been three weeks into the first term, and already Snape couldn't wait until Christmas, a holiday that he usually despised.
This year was going to be much worse than any others. Between Death Eater meetings and giving the Order updates on what was going on, Snape was often exhausted, and couldn't find any time to relax. What he needed was a good way to unwind. Snape was reminded vividly on the dreams he had begun to have, all involving himself and Professor Gracewell in very interesting situations.
Ever since the incident a few weeks back, when Snape had caught Professor Gracewell watching him with fascination while made Lupin his Wolfsbane potion, Snape had been thinking about her all the time, even dreaming about her. His usual fantasy involved the gorgeous DADA teacher in nothing but sexy black lingerie, moaning while he held her down in his bed, and eagerly returning his passionate kisses. Snape didn't know where these erotic thoughts were coming from, but he was certainly becoming annoyed. How could he think that way about such a nuisance? Professor Gracewell was constantly going out of her way to annoy Snape, making snide comments to Professor Dumbledore about not trusting the Death Eater, making jokes about Snape to her students. Snape was starting to hope that Consuela would be meeting the same fate as the other DADA Professors.
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Consuela made her way down to the dungeons, her quick strides full of purpose. She needed to brew a potion for her DADA class, to show the students various methods of defending themselves in case Dark wizards ever attacked them. She needed to use Snape's equipment in order to make the potion, and Dumbledore told her that Snape probably wouldn't care.
I wouldn't be so sure, Consuela thought. Snape always seems to have something wrong with anything I do. Reaching the door of his classroom, Consuela hesitated for a moment before she knocked.
"Come in," Snape's deep voice from inside the classroom. Consuela pushed open the door, to see Snape sitting at his desk. He looked up and glared at her. "I'm surprised you even knocked, Professor Gracewell, since spying on people seems to be your favourite pastime." Consuela returned Snape's glare.
"Actually, Professor Snape, I thought spying was your pastime. Oh wait...you're not actually spying, that's just a cover up so Dumbledore will think you're on our side!"
"Professor, what exactly is it that you want?" Snape asked her, failing to ignore how delicious Professor Gracewell was looking at the moment. As usual, Snape thought angrily. Consuela was wearing a deep purple shirt, with a low neckline, showing just a bit too much of her creamy skin for Snape's liking (although he did actually like it very much), and a black silk skirt that showed off her perfect legs. Her hair fell down past her shoulders in delicate waves, and she wore a bit of makeup, which accented her beautiful blue eyes, and her soft full lips.
"I need to make a potion for my sixth years, and I wish to use your equipment," Consuela stated. Snape looked up and raised a dark eyebrow.
"What kind of potion?" he asked, standing and walking over to Consuela. She was tall, but Snape still towered over her.
"A temporary blinding potion," Consuela answered, looking up into Snape's black eyes.
"I will make it for you, since I am afraid that you cannot be trusted with my equipment," Snape said, moving to his private stores.
"No! I wish to make it myself," Consuela answered angrily. Snape turned to look at her, an amused smirk on his face.
"I'm sorry Professor, but I am afraid that you will not know what you are doing."
"Professor Snape, even though you are too arrogant to realize, I probably know what I am doing more than you do." Snape was silent for a moment, and Consuela felt triumphant that she had outwitted the brilliant Potions Master. Then, without warning, Snape spun around and slammed Consuela against the wall, both his strong hands around her throat. Consuela gasped, and struggled against him, until Snape lowered his mouth and crushed him lips against hers. From that moment on, Consuela melted in his arms, returning his kiss. She moaned when Snape lifted her up, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, feeling his desire for her. She threw her head back, and gasped for air, Snape taking the opportunity to taste the smooth skin of her neck.
"Professor!" she moaned, before he took her lips in another searing kiss. His hands explored her body. He's so good with his hands, Consuela thought, as she reached for Snape's belt buckle. She wanted him so badly, no matter that he was a cruel, insufferable bastard. Consuela growled, frustrated at all the buttons on Snape's robes. She finally ripped his shirt open, revealing a well toned chest, when..
"Professors?" The two turned to see a startled Draco Malfoy, his blue eyes wide with shock.
Chapter Three
"So, as you can see, adding dried octopus tentacles will have a very harmful affect on the Calming Potion. The results will be the exact opposite, and the one taking the potion will become extremely violent." Snape droned on to his sixth year class, watching as Harry Potter yawned, Lavender Brown brushed her hair, and Hermione Granger scribbling frantic notes in her notebook. Only five minutes left, then these morons will be out of this class, and you won't see them until Monday. It had only been three weeks into the first term, and already Snape couldn't wait until Christmas, a holiday that he usually despised.
This year was going to be much worse than any others. Between Death Eater meetings and giving the Order updates on what was going on, Snape was often exhausted, and couldn't find any time to relax. What he needed was a good way to unwind. Snape was reminded vividly on the dreams he had begun to have, all involving himself and Professor Gracewell in very interesting situations.
Ever since the incident a few weeks back, when Snape had caught Professor Gracewell watching him with fascination while made Lupin his Wolfsbane potion, Snape had been thinking about her all the time, even dreaming about her. His usual fantasy involved the gorgeous DADA teacher in nothing but sexy black lingerie, moaning while he held her down in his bed, and eagerly returning his passionate kisses. Snape didn't know where these erotic thoughts were coming from, but he was certainly becoming annoyed. How could he think that way about such a nuisance? Professor Gracewell was constantly going out of her way to annoy Snape, making snide comments to Professor Dumbledore about not trusting the Death Eater, making jokes about Snape to her students. Snape was starting to hope that Consuela would be meeting the same fate as the other DADA Professors.
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Consuela made her way down to the dungeons, her quick strides full of purpose. She needed to brew a potion for her DADA class, to show the students various methods of defending themselves in case Dark wizards ever attacked them. She needed to use Snape's equipment in order to make the potion, and Dumbledore told her that Snape probably wouldn't care.
I wouldn't be so sure, Consuela thought. Snape always seems to have something wrong with anything I do. Reaching the door of his classroom, Consuela hesitated for a moment before she knocked.
"Come in," Snape's deep voice from inside the classroom. Consuela pushed open the door, to see Snape sitting at his desk. He looked up and glared at her. "I'm surprised you even knocked, Professor Gracewell, since spying on people seems to be your favourite pastime." Consuela returned Snape's glare.
"Actually, Professor Snape, I thought spying was your pastime. Oh wait...you're not actually spying, that's just a cover up so Dumbledore will think you're on our side!"
"Professor, what exactly is it that you want?" Snape asked her, failing to ignore how delicious Professor Gracewell was looking at the moment. As usual, Snape thought angrily. Consuela was wearing a deep purple shirt, with a low neckline, showing just a bit too much of her creamy skin for Snape's liking (although he did actually like it very much), and a black silk skirt that showed off her perfect legs. Her hair fell down past her shoulders in delicate waves, and she wore a bit of makeup, which accented her beautiful blue eyes, and her soft full lips.
"I need to make a potion for my sixth years, and I wish to use your equipment," Consuela stated. Snape looked up and raised a dark eyebrow.
"What kind of potion?" he asked, standing and walking over to Consuela. She was tall, but Snape still towered over her.
"A temporary blinding potion," Consuela answered, looking up into Snape's black eyes.
"I will make it for you, since I am afraid that you cannot be trusted with my equipment," Snape said, moving to his private stores.
"No! I wish to make it myself," Consuela answered angrily. Snape turned to look at her, an amused smirk on his face.
"I'm sorry Professor, but I am afraid that you will not know what you are doing."
"Professor Snape, even though you are too arrogant to realize, I probably know what I am doing more than you do." Snape was silent for a moment, and Consuela felt triumphant that she had outwitted the brilliant Potions Master. Then, without warning, Snape spun around and slammed Consuela against the wall, both his strong hands around her throat. Consuela gasped, and struggled against him, until Snape lowered his mouth and crushed him lips against hers. From that moment on, Consuela melted in his arms, returning his kiss. She moaned when Snape lifted her up, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, feeling his desire for her. She threw her head back, and gasped for air, Snape taking the opportunity to taste the smooth skin of her neck.
"Professor!" she moaned, before he took her lips in another searing kiss. His hands explored her body. He's so good with his hands, Consuela thought, as she reached for Snape's belt buckle. She wanted him so badly, no matter that he was a cruel, insufferable bastard. Consuela growled, frustrated at all the buttons on Snape's robes. She finally ripped his shirt open, revealing a well toned chest, when..
"Professors?" The two turned to see a startled Draco Malfoy, his blue eyes wide with shock.