Chapter2. Encounter.
At daybreak, Snape felt cold and he shivered as he washed at the far end of his room, the cool water almost painful to his sensitised body and then the realisation of what he had done last night. He despised his lack of self- control but just the thought of that stranger's touch had reduced him to a mindless adolescent.
He continued his usual routine and left the castle at the normal time, his cloak billowing in the icy November wind.
As he entered the apothecaries, he immediately saw the woman who had disturbed his sleep last night, and his groin twitched as he watched the alluring sight.
Snape waited patiently, unseen as she chatted to the old witch and he studied her lustrous, gleaming hair as it cascaded over her sumptuous crimson cloak, then she span round and saw her admirer.
"I'm sorry, have I kept you waiting?" her voice was soft and low.
"No, please carry on" and he gazed into those incredible eyes.
She took her package from the old woman and stepped aside, so Snape could give his list to the witch, who smiled broadly at him and said,
"Will you be collecting these later, Professor, as usual?"
"Oh yes, thank-you" he replied somewhat taken aback at the crones remark.
He went to open the door for the stranger and she walked on ahead, then said,
"Are you walking this way? I'm staying up by the Three Broomsticks"
Snape nodded and began to walk with this intriguing figure.
"You teach at the school, is that right?"
"Yes, Severus Snape" and he faced her. "You moved here recently?"
"Oh yes" she laughed, "Sorry Annia Domna, pleased to met you"
"Likewise" and they shock hands at last.
The formalities over, they both seemed to relax; though he was still watching her intently. He let her walk a little ahead of him, so he could take in her intoxicating beauty. The way she moved, the way her hair flowed in the steady breeze, and her skin, without imperfection, and just a hint of colour from the chilly air.
And as they reached her destination, they stood and talked for a while. Still uneasily, just small talk; the weather and the apothecary's supplies, then she said.
"I'm working at the Inn for a while, until I get settled; a favour from my Uncle.
Will I see you there tonight?" She searched his face for a clue to his thoughts.
"Yes I may come up later", And he held her enquiring gaze with his piercing black eyes.
"Good, I'll look forward to seeing you", She smiled and continued to face him, then disappeared down the alleyway, leaving Snape standing alone.
Back at the castle Snape dumped his supplies in the dungeon, went straight into his room and lay on the bed, wondering whether he ought to go back tonight. It was the kind of act he hadn't even considered for a long time, but what harm could it do.
Still considering his decision, he walked up past the marble staircase towards the large doors leading out into the grounds. A couple of giggling 4th years spotted him and were instantly silenced by his intimidating glare, as he swept out into the windy night. It was already dark with thick storm clouds to hide any hope of moonlight to guide him, but this was a familiar route, if not an unusual destination in mind.
As he neared the Inn the storm broke and rain battered down on his huddled figure, so that as he entered the hostelry he dragged an icy blast of wind in and the door swung open, then slammed shut behind him.
Once again his appearance drew a few interested glances, but soon everyone was back to their own affairs and so he took off his wet cloak and sat in a corner where he could see everything.
It was noisy and crowded with some rather unpleasant looking characters drinking heavily, the waitress appeared and bought him his whiskey, and then Annia appeared in an elegant magenta skirt and a fine silky, almost sheer blouse, with her hair loose around her face.
She smiled and chatted as she made her way through the cramped tables and squeezed by the rowdy group, then she saw the Professor and came over to him.
"Glad you could make it, I can sit for a while, if you like?"
"Certainly, can I get you anything?"
"Oh no, I don't think Madam Rosemerta would approve", but she laughed as if it was unimportant to her.
"Tell me, how long have you been at Hogwarts?"
"It's been just over two years, since the Headmaster graciously awarded me the position" and he remembered the great kindness Dumbledore had shown him then.
"You're the Potions Master, yes? That must be quite a challenge to teach children"
"Yes" and he smiled at the thought of some of his more useless students.
But she had to work. "I'd better get on, can you wait a while longer?"
He nodded and finished his drink. Then he watched her as she moved about the room, collecting the odd glass and serving a few drinks, but mostly she chatted and joked. She was flirtatious with the most vile of drunkards; Severus felt the grip on his glass tighten as one of them put his arm round her waist. But then she brought him another drink and sat with him again and talked.
As she got up she put her hand briefly on his thigh, under the table and whispered to him, "I'll be finished soon, if you can wait for me" and her eyes flashed dangerously at him, leaving him to sit mesmerised.
She stood for a moment by the large open fire, the flickering light outlining her shapely breasts through the gossamer material, the illuminating glow behind her.
Snape found he was entranced by her and then realised she was aware of his acute gaze, but she remained still only returning his stare.
The place was emptying now and as the last few drunkards left, Annia came over to him and breathed softly in his ear. "Take me home".
He looked into those almost feline eyes, stood up and swung his cloak on; then with the palm of his hand gently guided her to the door; took in one last glimpse of her seductive curves before he draped her velvety cloak over her shoulders. His hands lingered as he smoothed her burnished hair over the cloak's collar.
As they stepped outside the storm was raging and they hurried close together against the driving rain, almost at a run to avoid the downpour, so that when they entered her rooms, they were both breathing hard.
She dropped her cloak, lit a fire with her wand and stood before him, alluringly in the half-light of a candle. Snape felt more aroused than he cared to remember the whiskey filled his senses. Annia's provocative profile, enhanced by the cold rain, stood before him and he threw his cloak to the floor.
Passion and lust burned his fervent loins and he swooped towards her. Blindly he pushed her against the door, holding her arms tightly, she gasped for breath as he kissed her inviting lips, pushing his tongue deep into her mouth, while he got his feet between hers and forced her legs apart.
"Slow down, Severus, please, just for a minute"
But he ignored her pleas and shoved his legs between hers and started to pull at her delicate blouse as his mouth pressed hard against hers. The fastenings were awkward so he ripped the fine cloth to reveal her heaving breasts and his head moved down and he sucked and bit her, so that she cried out.
"No, wait. Let me go!" and she tried to push his head away, but he pulled at her skirt and slid his hand down on to her soft skin. As his fingers moved down she shot back, but she had nowhere to go.
With his other hand he undid his robes and took out his stiff cock. He ripped at her garments and with one powerful arm kept her pinned to the door, his elbow almost in her throat. She tried to protest but she could hardly breathe.
Then he thrust his penis deep into her with agonising force. She whimpered as the shock made her re-coil and then he started banging her, thrusting so hard against the rough wooden door, that her head hit the panelling and she cried out.
"No, you're hurting me! No, not like this"
Tears filled her pitiful eyes as he ignored her pain and seemed deaf to her cries. She felt the rhythmic pounding of his heaving body and was unable to resist, then she stopped fighting and went limp, like a rag doll, as he finally came with one last heave.
She looked at him sweating and panting, breathing heavily down her neck as he rested his lifeless body against her. His eyes were still shut until she pushed him away, sobbing harder now.
Then, and only then, did he look into her eyes and see what he had done, he reeled from the pathetic sight, as she slumped to the floor, and he turned and fled into the wintry night.
At daybreak, Snape felt cold and he shivered as he washed at the far end of his room, the cool water almost painful to his sensitised body and then the realisation of what he had done last night. He despised his lack of self- control but just the thought of that stranger's touch had reduced him to a mindless adolescent.
He continued his usual routine and left the castle at the normal time, his cloak billowing in the icy November wind.
As he entered the apothecaries, he immediately saw the woman who had disturbed his sleep last night, and his groin twitched as he watched the alluring sight.
Snape waited patiently, unseen as she chatted to the old witch and he studied her lustrous, gleaming hair as it cascaded over her sumptuous crimson cloak, then she span round and saw her admirer.
"I'm sorry, have I kept you waiting?" her voice was soft and low.
"No, please carry on" and he gazed into those incredible eyes.
She took her package from the old woman and stepped aside, so Snape could give his list to the witch, who smiled broadly at him and said,
"Will you be collecting these later, Professor, as usual?"
"Oh yes, thank-you" he replied somewhat taken aback at the crones remark.
He went to open the door for the stranger and she walked on ahead, then said,
"Are you walking this way? I'm staying up by the Three Broomsticks"
Snape nodded and began to walk with this intriguing figure.
"You teach at the school, is that right?"
"Yes, Severus Snape" and he faced her. "You moved here recently?"
"Oh yes" she laughed, "Sorry Annia Domna, pleased to met you"
"Likewise" and they shock hands at last.
The formalities over, they both seemed to relax; though he was still watching her intently. He let her walk a little ahead of him, so he could take in her intoxicating beauty. The way she moved, the way her hair flowed in the steady breeze, and her skin, without imperfection, and just a hint of colour from the chilly air.
And as they reached her destination, they stood and talked for a while. Still uneasily, just small talk; the weather and the apothecary's supplies, then she said.
"I'm working at the Inn for a while, until I get settled; a favour from my Uncle.
Will I see you there tonight?" She searched his face for a clue to his thoughts.
"Yes I may come up later", And he held her enquiring gaze with his piercing black eyes.
"Good, I'll look forward to seeing you", She smiled and continued to face him, then disappeared down the alleyway, leaving Snape standing alone.
Back at the castle Snape dumped his supplies in the dungeon, went straight into his room and lay on the bed, wondering whether he ought to go back tonight. It was the kind of act he hadn't even considered for a long time, but what harm could it do.
Still considering his decision, he walked up past the marble staircase towards the large doors leading out into the grounds. A couple of giggling 4th years spotted him and were instantly silenced by his intimidating glare, as he swept out into the windy night. It was already dark with thick storm clouds to hide any hope of moonlight to guide him, but this was a familiar route, if not an unusual destination in mind.
As he neared the Inn the storm broke and rain battered down on his huddled figure, so that as he entered the hostelry he dragged an icy blast of wind in and the door swung open, then slammed shut behind him.
Once again his appearance drew a few interested glances, but soon everyone was back to their own affairs and so he took off his wet cloak and sat in a corner where he could see everything.
It was noisy and crowded with some rather unpleasant looking characters drinking heavily, the waitress appeared and bought him his whiskey, and then Annia appeared in an elegant magenta skirt and a fine silky, almost sheer blouse, with her hair loose around her face.
She smiled and chatted as she made her way through the cramped tables and squeezed by the rowdy group, then she saw the Professor and came over to him.
"Glad you could make it, I can sit for a while, if you like?"
"Certainly, can I get you anything?"
"Oh no, I don't think Madam Rosemerta would approve", but she laughed as if it was unimportant to her.
"Tell me, how long have you been at Hogwarts?"
"It's been just over two years, since the Headmaster graciously awarded me the position" and he remembered the great kindness Dumbledore had shown him then.
"You're the Potions Master, yes? That must be quite a challenge to teach children"
"Yes" and he smiled at the thought of some of his more useless students.
But she had to work. "I'd better get on, can you wait a while longer?"
He nodded and finished his drink. Then he watched her as she moved about the room, collecting the odd glass and serving a few drinks, but mostly she chatted and joked. She was flirtatious with the most vile of drunkards; Severus felt the grip on his glass tighten as one of them put his arm round her waist. But then she brought him another drink and sat with him again and talked.
As she got up she put her hand briefly on his thigh, under the table and whispered to him, "I'll be finished soon, if you can wait for me" and her eyes flashed dangerously at him, leaving him to sit mesmerised.
She stood for a moment by the large open fire, the flickering light outlining her shapely breasts through the gossamer material, the illuminating glow behind her.
Snape found he was entranced by her and then realised she was aware of his acute gaze, but she remained still only returning his stare.
The place was emptying now and as the last few drunkards left, Annia came over to him and breathed softly in his ear. "Take me home".
He looked into those almost feline eyes, stood up and swung his cloak on; then with the palm of his hand gently guided her to the door; took in one last glimpse of her seductive curves before he draped her velvety cloak over her shoulders. His hands lingered as he smoothed her burnished hair over the cloak's collar.
As they stepped outside the storm was raging and they hurried close together against the driving rain, almost at a run to avoid the downpour, so that when they entered her rooms, they were both breathing hard.
She dropped her cloak, lit a fire with her wand and stood before him, alluringly in the half-light of a candle. Snape felt more aroused than he cared to remember the whiskey filled his senses. Annia's provocative profile, enhanced by the cold rain, stood before him and he threw his cloak to the floor.
Passion and lust burned his fervent loins and he swooped towards her. Blindly he pushed her against the door, holding her arms tightly, she gasped for breath as he kissed her inviting lips, pushing his tongue deep into her mouth, while he got his feet between hers and forced her legs apart.
"Slow down, Severus, please, just for a minute"
But he ignored her pleas and shoved his legs between hers and started to pull at her delicate blouse as his mouth pressed hard against hers. The fastenings were awkward so he ripped the fine cloth to reveal her heaving breasts and his head moved down and he sucked and bit her, so that she cried out.
"No, wait. Let me go!" and she tried to push his head away, but he pulled at her skirt and slid his hand down on to her soft skin. As his fingers moved down she shot back, but she had nowhere to go.
With his other hand he undid his robes and took out his stiff cock. He ripped at her garments and with one powerful arm kept her pinned to the door, his elbow almost in her throat. She tried to protest but she could hardly breathe.
Then he thrust his penis deep into her with agonising force. She whimpered as the shock made her re-coil and then he started banging her, thrusting so hard against the rough wooden door, that her head hit the panelling and she cried out.
"No, you're hurting me! No, not like this"
Tears filled her pitiful eyes as he ignored her pain and seemed deaf to her cries. She felt the rhythmic pounding of his heaving body and was unable to resist, then she stopped fighting and went limp, like a rag doll, as he finally came with one last heave.
She looked at him sweating and panting, breathing heavily down her neck as he rested his lifeless body against her. His eyes were still shut until she pushed him away, sobbing harder now.
Then, and only then, did he look into her eyes and see what he had done, he reeled from the pathetic sight, as she slumped to the floor, and he turned and fled into the wintry night.
