Quite amazing what a dull city and lyrics can do to a person. This story, inspired by the
the Leonard Cohen song "Chelsea Hotel" (don't ask how, even I don't know). Anyway, set
about the time of the fifth book. Seems a bit paedophilic of Snape, I know. Oh well. All
characters and genre property of J.K. Rowling. Enjoy.
*****
Snape was flushed from his rush down the long flight of stairs, and paused to
compose himself at the top. Most of the halls were darkened, with only the occasional
flicker of light from a smouldering fireplace or wall torch. Snape pulled his pocket-
watch from his waistcoat pocket and checked the time. Two minutes till midnight, right
on time. Walking briskly down the chilly passageway, his footsteps echoing behind him
Severus Snape grinned as he stopped in front of the dungeon door, thinking of what
awaited him. Hastily looking around before entering, to see if Peeves or anyone else
was around to see him, Snape turned the doorknob and entered the dungeon.
The warmth made him tingle as his body adjusted to the temperature. On one wall, a
fire burned bright, crackling occasionally, adding cosiness to the dimly lit room. Green
torches slowly burnt in the corner of the room, casting a dark pall of light over the bed
that stood in the centre of the room, silhouetting the girl there. Eyes prowling over the
bed, Snape inhaled sharply as he looked Pansy up and down. She was kneeling, legs
apart, back upright, gazing at him. A cold sweat covered her body. Nothing else did.
Without speaking, Snape disrobed and began unbuttoning his waistcoat. He smiled
coldly as Pansy stood and stepped lightly towards him. As he pulled off his waistcoat
she rubbed against him, her bare thigh sliding up his leg. Severus raised an eyebrow and
took a deep breath. She grabbed hold of his shoulders and tore off his shirt. With a deep
growl in his throat, Snape pushed Pansy to the bed. She gave a yelp as she fell, her
smooth, pale skin going red with force of his hands. Hastily tugging off his trousers
Severus strode to her and took Pansy, his muscular form atop her. Snape grinned as Pansy
writhed beneath him, finding her own delight. Much like a snake he mused. They
shuddered together, Pansy feeling new warmth inside her, the screams music to Snape's
ears. As they slowed to a stop, regaining their breath, Pansy sat up, caressing her lover's
chest with her tongue. Snape simply looked down in puzzlement.
Later that evening, this time with the unattractive girl in front of him, his hands on her
head, guiding, Severus Snape lay back on the unmade bed, considering the actions of
the Parkinson girl. He knew why she did this of course. Why she originally seduced him
and why she acquiesced each time he asked more of her. She was in love with him, he
knew this to be true. She was an item with Draco Malfoy too. Most amusing. Snape had found
this to be so with many young women. Well, they were girls really, but that had bad
connotations. Gasping suddenly as Pansy finished her task, Severus sat up and dismissed the
girl, thanking her for the evening. He watched admiringly as she dressed, her supple young body
becoming hidden from him as she donned her robes. She left silently, leaving Severus to
contemplate. He was irresistible to the young of the opposite sex, it was that simple. Smiling,
Snape considered what that Granger girl was like beneath her robes...
the Leonard Cohen song "Chelsea Hotel" (don't ask how, even I don't know). Anyway, set
about the time of the fifth book. Seems a bit paedophilic of Snape, I know. Oh well. All
characters and genre property of J.K. Rowling. Enjoy.
*****
Snape was flushed from his rush down the long flight of stairs, and paused to
compose himself at the top. Most of the halls were darkened, with only the occasional
flicker of light from a smouldering fireplace or wall torch. Snape pulled his pocket-
watch from his waistcoat pocket and checked the time. Two minutes till midnight, right
on time. Walking briskly down the chilly passageway, his footsteps echoing behind him
Severus Snape grinned as he stopped in front of the dungeon door, thinking of what
awaited him. Hastily looking around before entering, to see if Peeves or anyone else
was around to see him, Snape turned the doorknob and entered the dungeon.
The warmth made him tingle as his body adjusted to the temperature. On one wall, a
fire burned bright, crackling occasionally, adding cosiness to the dimly lit room. Green
torches slowly burnt in the corner of the room, casting a dark pall of light over the bed
that stood in the centre of the room, silhouetting the girl there. Eyes prowling over the
bed, Snape inhaled sharply as he looked Pansy up and down. She was kneeling, legs
apart, back upright, gazing at him. A cold sweat covered her body. Nothing else did.
Without speaking, Snape disrobed and began unbuttoning his waistcoat. He smiled
coldly as Pansy stood and stepped lightly towards him. As he pulled off his waistcoat
she rubbed against him, her bare thigh sliding up his leg. Severus raised an eyebrow and
took a deep breath. She grabbed hold of his shoulders and tore off his shirt. With a deep
growl in his throat, Snape pushed Pansy to the bed. She gave a yelp as she fell, her
smooth, pale skin going red with force of his hands. Hastily tugging off his trousers
Severus strode to her and took Pansy, his muscular form atop her. Snape grinned as Pansy
writhed beneath him, finding her own delight. Much like a snake he mused. They
shuddered together, Pansy feeling new warmth inside her, the screams music to Snape's
ears. As they slowed to a stop, regaining their breath, Pansy sat up, caressing her lover's
chest with her tongue. Snape simply looked down in puzzlement.
Later that evening, this time with the unattractive girl in front of him, his hands on her
head, guiding, Severus Snape lay back on the unmade bed, considering the actions of
the Parkinson girl. He knew why she did this of course. Why she originally seduced him
and why she acquiesced each time he asked more of her. She was in love with him, he
knew this to be true. She was an item with Draco Malfoy too. Most amusing. Snape had found
this to be so with many young women. Well, they were girls really, but that had bad
connotations. Gasping suddenly as Pansy finished her task, Severus sat up and dismissed the
girl, thanking her for the evening. He watched admiringly as she dressed, her supple young body
becoming hidden from him as she donned her robes. She left silently, leaving Severus to
contemplate. He was irresistible to the young of the opposite sex, it was that simple. Smiling,
Snape considered what that Granger girl was like beneath her robes...
