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Mia was sitting in the Gryffindor common room, listening to Harry Potter brag about how he'd slept with Ginny Weasely that past weekend. She forced a look of interest on her face, but her mind was somewhere else. In Snape's pants, to be exact.
Ugh. Just that thought made her groan. That was the very LAST place that her mind needed to be. She had tests, and things to study for. Work to do. She wasn't doing so hot in any of her classes really, although she was a smart girl. She had been, in her younger years, at the top of her class. But lately, in the past few years, her grades had been slacking. She knew why.
Because she'd gone from being an invisible tomboy, to being…well, whatever she was now. She was still a tomboy, but a well endowed one. And she'd finally grown into her unique looks. And now that she was older, her hormones had taken over. Boys became number one priority, taking the place of school work.
She knew she had to get her act together. Her reputation was suffering right along with her school work. Nothing was working out for her right now.
Why did that stupid Malfoy boy have to go and complicate things?
Seduce Snape? She had to chuckle. That was a near impossible task. The man was a stone. She suspected his dick was in a deep sleep and obviously wasn't going to be easily aroused. She should just forget this stupid, impossible bet.
Except, she was failing Potions, and the thought had occurred to her that winning this bet may just save her grade.
"…So, I said, what the hell. I'll give it a try," Potter said, startling Mia out of her thoughts.
"Huh?" she said, "Give what a try?"
"GINNY! God, Mia, you are in your own little world tonight. That's what I've been talking about for the past half hour. Me and Ginny. I nailed her! Yeah!"
A few boys gave Harry high fives, and gave him congratulatory punches. Mia stood up.
"Oh, Yeah. Well, it's getting late. I'm going to go get a bath before bed," she explained.
"Make sure to think of me when you're all wet and naked," Colin Creevy, one of the boys gathered around Harry, said, snickering.
Mia rolled her eyes, "I'll do that Colin."
She set off out of the room, listening to the boys giggle quietly after her, as Harry resumed his tale.
Give it a try. That's what Harry had said. Should she do that? Would it be worth the risk? The possible humiliation? The possible blow to her rep (as if that could get any worse)? Or the possible danger of things going too far?
Oh, all these thoughts were making her head ache. She wondered what the other girls had decided.
Just as that thoughts occurred to her, she ran into something that smelled like smoke and cherry lip gloss. She looked up and found herself face to face with Corvina.
The girl stepped back and popped a lollypop out from between her dark , glossy lips. Her hand was at her hip, holding up and already too short skirt. Underneath, she was wearing ripped fishnets and a pair of knee high, combat boots with spike heels.
"Hey there, Guevara," she said in a low, naturally seductive voice. "Out kinda late. Not trying to beat us to the man, are you?" she asked, tilting her head.
Mia backed away, feeling a little intimidated. But she kept her head up and her eyes locked on the other girls'.
"Maybe. Unless you already got to him."
"Nope."
Mia sighed, "Oh."
Corvina licked the sparkling pink sucker, "You know, if I didn't know better, I'd say you sounded disappointed."
"Er…No. Just surprised. I would have though you would have…"
"Jumped his bones already?" she offered. "No, I've got better things to do than some old, bastard teacher tonight."
Her eyes were glinting mischievously. That when Mia realized they were standing right outside of the Gryffindor tower.
"I thought Slytherins hated all Gryffindors," Mai said.
Corvina shrugged, and cocked one hip out as she breezed by Mia. She turned back.
"A dick's a dick," she said. Then whispered to the portrait of the fat lady, which swung to let her disappear behind it.
She's all talk, Mia thought. But she wasn't so sure.
* * *
Mia arrived at the doors to the teacher's apartments. It was late now, past midnight. She spent the past hour wandering around the school, lost in thought, when she'd finally remembered what she'd set out to do. Take a bath.
She pushed open the door and cringed as it creaked loudly. She quickly scampered through the doors and closed them, silently this time. She quickly and noiselessly moved down the hall past the closed doors to the professor's rooms. At the end of the hall, was another set of larger doors.
Both were made of dark wood with intricate moldings covering them. In the center, each had a colored rose. One dark mauve, the other black. Mia chose the one with the black rose.
It was the male teacher's bathroom. Mia had been coming here ever sense she'd discovered it as a third year. It was the nicest bathroom in the entire school. Nicer than the prefects even. She preferred the men's because it wasn't all perfumed and flowery like the women's.
A familiar feeling bloomed in her stomach. The feeling of doing something she wasn't supposed to being doing. Thoughts of grades and reputations and a certain, evil teacher faded from her brain and was replaced by a flush of adrenalin. She moved quickly to the black marble tub that was sunken into the floor and started turning on her favorite taps. First, streaming, crystal water. Then, soft pinkish foam scented like cinnamon and spice. Finally, she toped it with white bubbles the size of oranges. Un-pop able, she'd discovered, and cold like glass.
Meanwhile, she stripped off her clothes into a pile in the floor. She yanked her caramel colored hair out of her ever present pony tail and let it fall softly down on to her shoulders. She shook it out, running her fingers along her scalp. MMM, that felt good.
She walked lightly back to the tub and lowered her body to the cool marble. She let her feet dip into the hot water first, before sliding all the way in. She submerged her head, hovering for a moment with her eyes closed, enjoying the lack of sensation. No sounds. No sight. No thoughts. Just warmth.
She resurfaced with a splash, pushing her hair back.
"Ooooh," she moaned, knowing she was being a bit ridiculous, and loud. But it just felt so good after a crazy day like this. She should do this more often, she thought, about bathing in the teachers bathroom. She usually reserved her private bath for once a month since it was so risky. But it seemed to be worth the possible consequences.
She stretched back, with her arms on the marble edge and her hair bent back and closed her eyes, breathing in the musky scent of the foam and listening to the ting of the big bubbles bumping together.
"I see I'm not the only one who enjoy a…private moment at the end of the day."
Mia's heart fell to her feet as her eyes popped open.
"Professor," was all she could say.
Snape stood leaning in the door frame with his shirt off and a black towel draped over one shoulder. Mia was shocked at the shape he was in. He was…buff, she thought with an audible gasp.
"I expect that you've got a good explanation for this?" he sneered, his voice quiet and menacing. He looked so casual, just leaning there, staring at her as if she weren't completely naked.
"Well, actually, I don't," she blurted.
He laughed. What the hell was he laughing at?
Her arms folded over her breasts, which were hidden anyway by the bubbles.
He shook his head and approached the water. Mia immediately flattened her back against the opposite side of the tub.
She watched as the steam rising from the water started to cling to her teachers body. He looked…different like this. In an intimate environment. Half naked.
"This is a difficult situation, Mia," he said flatly, as if he were explaining that to her. Like she didn't already know. Then, he looked down at her and asked, "What do you think I should do?"
"What?"
He laughed again, softer, "Well, if you were a teacher and came to find a naked student of your preferred sex in your private quarters, what would you do?"
"I…uh…"
Mia was at a complete loss for words. Her head was pinning.
"Well, considering your reputation, maybe I shouldn't ask your opinion," he sneered.
Mia's face contorted in outrage, "It's not true! I'm not a slut. I'm a virgin."
She immediately snapped her mouth closed, wishing she'd never opened it. Her cheeks blushed pink.
"Oh really? Eager to share this bit of information, aren't we?"
He walked around the side of the tub to stand beside her, then he lowered himself into a predatory crouch.
Her pulse pounded in her ears.
"I admit, I would never had guessed. Not by the way you flaunt that little body of yours."
Oh, god, did he just mention her body? Her skin broke out into a sweat, and not because of the steamy water. Her body was sweltering on the inside.
"Oh, you noticed, did you?" she heard herself say. What had gotten into her tonight? First, excepting that bet and now…
"Why shouldn't I?" Snape purred.
Because you're practically asexual, Mia thought. But she didn't say it. Maybe he wasn't exactly like how she'd thought. Maybe he DID have a sex drive. Well, the WAS a way to find out, she thought. She felt her heart speed up at the very thought. Should she do it? COULD she do it? She'd made the bet. She'd promised to try.
'So I said what the hell. I'd give it a try.'
Harry's word echoed again in her head for the thousandth time that night. And in that second, she made her decision.
She planted her hands on the edge of the tub and hoisted herself out, then stood up next to Snape, falling a full head shorter than him.
"Well now you're a step ahead of all those boys. Cuz you've seen ALL of me," she said. She grabbed the towel off of his shoulder and wrapped it around herself. Gathering her stuff up quickly, she strutted to the doorway, still dripping water.
"Enjoy your bath, Professor," she said, "But, uh, you may want to turn down the temperature. Just a bit."
With that, she left, shutting the door behind her. The cold air swirled around her damp body and her heart pounded. Her breath came ragged but a smile slipped up onto her face.
Well, she thought, that was a rush.
* * *
"Hey, Guevara," said a voice behind her.
Mia turned from where she was seated on the couch in front of the fireplace in the common room. It was early the next morning. Sunday.
Corvina was coming down the stairs from the boys dormitory, carrying her boots in one hand and fluffing her black hair with the other. Her cake on make up was smeared just slightly and she looked rather mussed.
"Oh, hi, Corvina. Have fun last night?"
"Yeah. Did you?"
Mia considered her options on her response, and decided on being vague.
"Oh, sure," she said, shrugging.
Corvina came and plopped down next to her, shoving on foot into a boot.
"So, what about this bet, then? Are you gonna participate?"
Mia didn't know what to say, "Er…maybe."
"Frankly, you're the only girl I've got faith in. Those other two are hot but all together too moral for something like this, don't you think? I mean, you and I aren't new to this kind of thing. Those two are probably virgins, even."
"You might be surprised," Mia answered, speaking more about herself than the other two. But of course, Corvina didn't know that.
"Yeah, I guess," she said, pulling the zipper up on one boot. She went to work on the other.
There was silence for a moment, then Mia said, "How are you going to do it?"
Zip. Corvina stood up.
"You're crazy if you think I'm gonna give that away," she smirked. "Anyway, you'll see soon e
enough."
She strutted off towards the door, skirt swaying. She turned back as she reached the portrait hole, and shouted 'Good Luck'. Mia thought she'd need it today.
* * *
Snape was, luckily, working busily at his desk. He was grading papers and scowling, making angry slashes with a red quill at a piece of parchment. Mia enter the room quietly and cleared her throat.
"What do you want," Snape said, when his dark head snapped up. Mia gulped. This wasn't what she'd been hoping for.
"Uh…er…nothing really. Forget it."
She turned and ran towards the door.
"Stop." The command echoed around the room.
Mia froze in her place.
"Sit."
She turned and took a seat at the front desk. She slip in gingerly, nearly wincing.
"You didn't come down here for no reason. Tell me what you wanted," Snape growled. She felt her heart failing her.
"It was really nothing. I…I got lost."
"You're a sixth year. Six years don't get lost. Not down here."
He rose up from his desk and leaned over to stare at her. He'd always been intimidating, but not quite so much as he was right now. He was dressed all in black, as usual, with his robes falling over his frame like a heavy waterfall. His lips were turned up into an expression that was not quite label-able. His eyes were dark stones, bearing into hers.
Mia just shook her head. She didn't know what to say. She had to get out of here.
"Is this about yesterday?" Snape asked. And for a second his face changed to show something close to interest and…longing? No, that was impossible. This whole bet was.
"I…no." she said.
His face sank.
"Fine. If you are going to sit there and lie to me, then go," he said calmly, pointing towards the door.
"But, I'm not…" she was going to say she wasn't lying but she realized she was. She shook her head and stood up quickly to leave. But she accidentally bumped the table behind her, which was set up with a few glass bottles and caldrons. One glass vial tipped and she grabbed at it, but not before it fell and shattered. Her hands grasped at he shards of glass and pain exploded in her palm. She opened it, to find tube she'd been grabbing at replaced by streams of bright red blood.
She opened her mouth to say something but a moan came out instead. She gripped her wrist with her other hand and looked to Snape for help. But he was already digging in his desk. He moved quickly back to her, with his robes flying out behind his and swooshing around both of the them as he grabbed her hand.
Her skin exploded at his touch, but the pain was still overbearing. She squeezed her eyes shut as she felt him pour something over the cut. It burned like hell, forcing tears to her eyes. She instinctively pressed up against him. His body was hard, rigid.
"The burning will pass in a minute," he said, in an oddly husky voice. He was right. The burning immediately subsided and she opened her eyes. The cut was healing itself up. Her hand was still bloody, but the mark was gone.
"There you go," Snape said. "All better."
He was sneering down at her, but in a different way. She shivered.
"You can wash your hand at the sink," he said. She nodded and went and started running water over her red skin. She scrubbed it hard, all the while feeling the tingle that had taken over her body and pooled in the pit of her stomach and below. She was all of a sudden all too aware of her professor in the room with her. She could still feel his body against hers, and she shivered again.
Suddenly, two large hands planted themselves on her shoulders.
"Cold?" his voice said.
She spun around to face him and found his face bent towards hers. She barely taken a breath before his lips closed over hers. He drew her in closer and she obediently pressed against him, wrapping her long arms around his broad body. His hands drifted down her back as his tongue ran across her lips. He fought to open them, but she pushed it back with her own. Their tongues tangled together in his mouth.
He was tugging on her top. He pulled it up over her head and dropped it. Then he was at her skirt, pulling it down her hips. His mouth came off of hers to brushed over her face and neck. She huffed out a deep breath as his hot mouth closed over her earlobe and tugged. He nipped just behind it with his teeth, making her body tremble and buck.
She felt material pool around her feet and realized it was her skirt. That left her only in a pair of red panties and a black bra. Before she had time to think about what was happening, he'd lifted her onto a desk.
He grabbed each of her knees and parted them. She knew he'd already scene her naked, but he hadn't seen her like THIS. In this position. He slipped himself between her thighs and crawled up her body. He gently took the injured hand into his and held it palm up before his face.
"Looks alright," he said coolly. Mia didn't know how he could sound so calm right now when she was in the throes of an orgasm just at the thought of being with him. Her TEACHER. Her hot teacher, she thought with a smile, thinking of last night. But all thoughts vanished from her head when he softly pressed his lips to her palm.
She'd never imaged him doing something like this. It was…soft. Intimate. If she'd ever imagined him with a women she'd figured he'd be wham bam, thank you ma'am, so to say. But he was moving slow. Spreading his moist, feather light kisses down her arm to the sensitive skin on the inside of her elbow. She squirmed around, feeling tortured.
Then she felt his fingers creeping up her thigh. Her circled his fingers on the sensitive flesh, drawing lazy patterns. Mia was gasping for breath. She literally couldn't get enough air. Couldn't think straight. Not about what she was doing. Not about the possible consequences of doing something like this.
Like, getting Snape arrested.
Ok, so she'd just thought of the consequences.
Her head lifted up and she tried to speak but her voice was weak.
"Snape," she gasped, as he continued to prod into her nether regions maddeningly slowly, "Snape!"
He put his hand over her mouth and shushed her. She shook her head and her eyes went wide, but he wasn't paying attention. He kept his hand clamped there while his mouth explored the tops of her breasts. She struggled to speak but his hand was clamped tightly. She suddenly panicked. What is he went to far? What if he…?
She couldn't do this. It wasn't worth the bet or her grade or any of that. She just couldn't do this. She tried to put up her hands but Snape shoved them both down with one hand. Great, she thought. He was nearly two times her size. She didn't have a chance at overpowering him.
He tugged down her bra and took her nipple into his mouth and sucked. Her back arched up despite her and she moaned inaudibly. He removed the hot envelope of his lips and traced around it with his tongue. She was shivering all over. She couldn't help it. But a tear slipped out of her eye.
Just as his fingers slipped between her legs. Her hips buckled and pressed against him. He grinned and looked down at her and removed his hand from her mouth.
She exhaled heavily and gasped. "Snape…"
"What?" he asked lazily.
"I…We can't do this. You're a teacher."
"I'm aware, Mia."
"No…No…" she sat up and scooted to the end of the table. Snape suddenly stood up tall, towering over her again. "I…I can't."
He just stared at her.
"I told you, I…I'm not like they say I am."
"Of course not," he said, his voice emotionless.
Mia slid off of the table. She reached down slowly and grabbed her shirt and pulled it on and started to button it. "You understand then?" she asked.
"Yes."
"And…this wont have an effect on my grade, will it?"
Snape laughed, "Mia, I wouldn't think of sabotaging your grade. You do a good enough job of that yourself."
She laughed too, softly. She quickly tugged up her skirt and zipped it.
She paused, and looked at him, standing before her looking slightly tired, but not irritated like she'd expected.
"You know…" she started.
"Yes?" He lifted his brows and tossed back his hair sexily.
She smiled, "You aren't so bad. You're not as big a bastard as you pretend to be."
He sneered, "Well, I'll treasure that compliment."
She just shook her head, and turned away towards the door.
"Mia?" he called, and she immediately turned back. Her face looked hopeful.
"See you on Monday. You have a paper due. If you get a good grade on that, you may just pass this class."
She nodded, and left.
Mia was sitting in the Gryffindor common room, listening to Harry Potter brag about how he'd slept with Ginny Weasely that past weekend. She forced a look of interest on her face, but her mind was somewhere else. In Snape's pants, to be exact.
Ugh. Just that thought made her groan. That was the very LAST place that her mind needed to be. She had tests, and things to study for. Work to do. She wasn't doing so hot in any of her classes really, although she was a smart girl. She had been, in her younger years, at the top of her class. But lately, in the past few years, her grades had been slacking. She knew why.
Because she'd gone from being an invisible tomboy, to being…well, whatever she was now. She was still a tomboy, but a well endowed one. And she'd finally grown into her unique looks. And now that she was older, her hormones had taken over. Boys became number one priority, taking the place of school work.
She knew she had to get her act together. Her reputation was suffering right along with her school work. Nothing was working out for her right now.
Why did that stupid Malfoy boy have to go and complicate things?
Seduce Snape? She had to chuckle. That was a near impossible task. The man was a stone. She suspected his dick was in a deep sleep and obviously wasn't going to be easily aroused. She should just forget this stupid, impossible bet.
Except, she was failing Potions, and the thought had occurred to her that winning this bet may just save her grade.
"…So, I said, what the hell. I'll give it a try," Potter said, startling Mia out of her thoughts.
"Huh?" she said, "Give what a try?"
"GINNY! God, Mia, you are in your own little world tonight. That's what I've been talking about for the past half hour. Me and Ginny. I nailed her! Yeah!"
A few boys gave Harry high fives, and gave him congratulatory punches. Mia stood up.
"Oh, Yeah. Well, it's getting late. I'm going to go get a bath before bed," she explained.
"Make sure to think of me when you're all wet and naked," Colin Creevy, one of the boys gathered around Harry, said, snickering.
Mia rolled her eyes, "I'll do that Colin."
She set off out of the room, listening to the boys giggle quietly after her, as Harry resumed his tale.
Give it a try. That's what Harry had said. Should she do that? Would it be worth the risk? The possible humiliation? The possible blow to her rep (as if that could get any worse)? Or the possible danger of things going too far?
Oh, all these thoughts were making her head ache. She wondered what the other girls had decided.
Just as that thoughts occurred to her, she ran into something that smelled like smoke and cherry lip gloss. She looked up and found herself face to face with Corvina.
The girl stepped back and popped a lollypop out from between her dark , glossy lips. Her hand was at her hip, holding up and already too short skirt. Underneath, she was wearing ripped fishnets and a pair of knee high, combat boots with spike heels.
"Hey there, Guevara," she said in a low, naturally seductive voice. "Out kinda late. Not trying to beat us to the man, are you?" she asked, tilting her head.
Mia backed away, feeling a little intimidated. But she kept her head up and her eyes locked on the other girls'.
"Maybe. Unless you already got to him."
"Nope."
Mia sighed, "Oh."
Corvina licked the sparkling pink sucker, "You know, if I didn't know better, I'd say you sounded disappointed."
"Er…No. Just surprised. I would have though you would have…"
"Jumped his bones already?" she offered. "No, I've got better things to do than some old, bastard teacher tonight."
Her eyes were glinting mischievously. That when Mia realized they were standing right outside of the Gryffindor tower.
"I thought Slytherins hated all Gryffindors," Mai said.
Corvina shrugged, and cocked one hip out as she breezed by Mia. She turned back.
"A dick's a dick," she said. Then whispered to the portrait of the fat lady, which swung to let her disappear behind it.
She's all talk, Mia thought. But she wasn't so sure.
* * *
Mia arrived at the doors to the teacher's apartments. It was late now, past midnight. She spent the past hour wandering around the school, lost in thought, when she'd finally remembered what she'd set out to do. Take a bath.
She pushed open the door and cringed as it creaked loudly. She quickly scampered through the doors and closed them, silently this time. She quickly and noiselessly moved down the hall past the closed doors to the professor's rooms. At the end of the hall, was another set of larger doors.
Both were made of dark wood with intricate moldings covering them. In the center, each had a colored rose. One dark mauve, the other black. Mia chose the one with the black rose.
It was the male teacher's bathroom. Mia had been coming here ever sense she'd discovered it as a third year. It was the nicest bathroom in the entire school. Nicer than the prefects even. She preferred the men's because it wasn't all perfumed and flowery like the women's.
A familiar feeling bloomed in her stomach. The feeling of doing something she wasn't supposed to being doing. Thoughts of grades and reputations and a certain, evil teacher faded from her brain and was replaced by a flush of adrenalin. She moved quickly to the black marble tub that was sunken into the floor and started turning on her favorite taps. First, streaming, crystal water. Then, soft pinkish foam scented like cinnamon and spice. Finally, she toped it with white bubbles the size of oranges. Un-pop able, she'd discovered, and cold like glass.
Meanwhile, she stripped off her clothes into a pile in the floor. She yanked her caramel colored hair out of her ever present pony tail and let it fall softly down on to her shoulders. She shook it out, running her fingers along her scalp. MMM, that felt good.
She walked lightly back to the tub and lowered her body to the cool marble. She let her feet dip into the hot water first, before sliding all the way in. She submerged her head, hovering for a moment with her eyes closed, enjoying the lack of sensation. No sounds. No sight. No thoughts. Just warmth.
She resurfaced with a splash, pushing her hair back.
"Ooooh," she moaned, knowing she was being a bit ridiculous, and loud. But it just felt so good after a crazy day like this. She should do this more often, she thought, about bathing in the teachers bathroom. She usually reserved her private bath for once a month since it was so risky. But it seemed to be worth the possible consequences.
She stretched back, with her arms on the marble edge and her hair bent back and closed her eyes, breathing in the musky scent of the foam and listening to the ting of the big bubbles bumping together.
"I see I'm not the only one who enjoy a…private moment at the end of the day."
Mia's heart fell to her feet as her eyes popped open.
"Professor," was all she could say.
Snape stood leaning in the door frame with his shirt off and a black towel draped over one shoulder. Mia was shocked at the shape he was in. He was…buff, she thought with an audible gasp.
"I expect that you've got a good explanation for this?" he sneered, his voice quiet and menacing. He looked so casual, just leaning there, staring at her as if she weren't completely naked.
"Well, actually, I don't," she blurted.
He laughed. What the hell was he laughing at?
Her arms folded over her breasts, which were hidden anyway by the bubbles.
He shook his head and approached the water. Mia immediately flattened her back against the opposite side of the tub.
She watched as the steam rising from the water started to cling to her teachers body. He looked…different like this. In an intimate environment. Half naked.
"This is a difficult situation, Mia," he said flatly, as if he were explaining that to her. Like she didn't already know. Then, he looked down at her and asked, "What do you think I should do?"
"What?"
He laughed again, softer, "Well, if you were a teacher and came to find a naked student of your preferred sex in your private quarters, what would you do?"
"I…uh…"
Mia was at a complete loss for words. Her head was pinning.
"Well, considering your reputation, maybe I shouldn't ask your opinion," he sneered.
Mia's face contorted in outrage, "It's not true! I'm not a slut. I'm a virgin."
She immediately snapped her mouth closed, wishing she'd never opened it. Her cheeks blushed pink.
"Oh really? Eager to share this bit of information, aren't we?"
He walked around the side of the tub to stand beside her, then he lowered himself into a predatory crouch.
Her pulse pounded in her ears.
"I admit, I would never had guessed. Not by the way you flaunt that little body of yours."
Oh, god, did he just mention her body? Her skin broke out into a sweat, and not because of the steamy water. Her body was sweltering on the inside.
"Oh, you noticed, did you?" she heard herself say. What had gotten into her tonight? First, excepting that bet and now…
"Why shouldn't I?" Snape purred.
Because you're practically asexual, Mia thought. But she didn't say it. Maybe he wasn't exactly like how she'd thought. Maybe he DID have a sex drive. Well, the WAS a way to find out, she thought. She felt her heart speed up at the very thought. Should she do it? COULD she do it? She'd made the bet. She'd promised to try.
'So I said what the hell. I'd give it a try.'
Harry's word echoed again in her head for the thousandth time that night. And in that second, she made her decision.
She planted her hands on the edge of the tub and hoisted herself out, then stood up next to Snape, falling a full head shorter than him.
"Well now you're a step ahead of all those boys. Cuz you've seen ALL of me," she said. She grabbed the towel off of his shoulder and wrapped it around herself. Gathering her stuff up quickly, she strutted to the doorway, still dripping water.
"Enjoy your bath, Professor," she said, "But, uh, you may want to turn down the temperature. Just a bit."
With that, she left, shutting the door behind her. The cold air swirled around her damp body and her heart pounded. Her breath came ragged but a smile slipped up onto her face.
Well, she thought, that was a rush.
* * *
"Hey, Guevara," said a voice behind her.
Mia turned from where she was seated on the couch in front of the fireplace in the common room. It was early the next morning. Sunday.
Corvina was coming down the stairs from the boys dormitory, carrying her boots in one hand and fluffing her black hair with the other. Her cake on make up was smeared just slightly and she looked rather mussed.
"Oh, hi, Corvina. Have fun last night?"
"Yeah. Did you?"
Mia considered her options on her response, and decided on being vague.
"Oh, sure," she said, shrugging.
Corvina came and plopped down next to her, shoving on foot into a boot.
"So, what about this bet, then? Are you gonna participate?"
Mia didn't know what to say, "Er…maybe."
"Frankly, you're the only girl I've got faith in. Those other two are hot but all together too moral for something like this, don't you think? I mean, you and I aren't new to this kind of thing. Those two are probably virgins, even."
"You might be surprised," Mia answered, speaking more about herself than the other two. But of course, Corvina didn't know that.
"Yeah, I guess," she said, pulling the zipper up on one boot. She went to work on the other.
There was silence for a moment, then Mia said, "How are you going to do it?"
Zip. Corvina stood up.
"You're crazy if you think I'm gonna give that away," she smirked. "Anyway, you'll see soon e
enough."
She strutted off towards the door, skirt swaying. She turned back as she reached the portrait hole, and shouted 'Good Luck'. Mia thought she'd need it today.
* * *
Snape was, luckily, working busily at his desk. He was grading papers and scowling, making angry slashes with a red quill at a piece of parchment. Mia enter the room quietly and cleared her throat.
"What do you want," Snape said, when his dark head snapped up. Mia gulped. This wasn't what she'd been hoping for.
"Uh…er…nothing really. Forget it."
She turned and ran towards the door.
"Stop." The command echoed around the room.
Mia froze in her place.
"Sit."
She turned and took a seat at the front desk. She slip in gingerly, nearly wincing.
"You didn't come down here for no reason. Tell me what you wanted," Snape growled. She felt her heart failing her.
"It was really nothing. I…I got lost."
"You're a sixth year. Six years don't get lost. Not down here."
He rose up from his desk and leaned over to stare at her. He'd always been intimidating, but not quite so much as he was right now. He was dressed all in black, as usual, with his robes falling over his frame like a heavy waterfall. His lips were turned up into an expression that was not quite label-able. His eyes were dark stones, bearing into hers.
Mia just shook her head. She didn't know what to say. She had to get out of here.
"Is this about yesterday?" Snape asked. And for a second his face changed to show something close to interest and…longing? No, that was impossible. This whole bet was.
"I…no." she said.
His face sank.
"Fine. If you are going to sit there and lie to me, then go," he said calmly, pointing towards the door.
"But, I'm not…" she was going to say she wasn't lying but she realized she was. She shook her head and stood up quickly to leave. But she accidentally bumped the table behind her, which was set up with a few glass bottles and caldrons. One glass vial tipped and she grabbed at it, but not before it fell and shattered. Her hands grasped at he shards of glass and pain exploded in her palm. She opened it, to find tube she'd been grabbing at replaced by streams of bright red blood.
She opened her mouth to say something but a moan came out instead. She gripped her wrist with her other hand and looked to Snape for help. But he was already digging in his desk. He moved quickly back to her, with his robes flying out behind his and swooshing around both of the them as he grabbed her hand.
Her skin exploded at his touch, but the pain was still overbearing. She squeezed her eyes shut as she felt him pour something over the cut. It burned like hell, forcing tears to her eyes. She instinctively pressed up against him. His body was hard, rigid.
"The burning will pass in a minute," he said, in an oddly husky voice. He was right. The burning immediately subsided and she opened her eyes. The cut was healing itself up. Her hand was still bloody, but the mark was gone.
"There you go," Snape said. "All better."
He was sneering down at her, but in a different way. She shivered.
"You can wash your hand at the sink," he said. She nodded and went and started running water over her red skin. She scrubbed it hard, all the while feeling the tingle that had taken over her body and pooled in the pit of her stomach and below. She was all of a sudden all too aware of her professor in the room with her. She could still feel his body against hers, and she shivered again.
Suddenly, two large hands planted themselves on her shoulders.
"Cold?" his voice said.
She spun around to face him and found his face bent towards hers. She barely taken a breath before his lips closed over hers. He drew her in closer and she obediently pressed against him, wrapping her long arms around his broad body. His hands drifted down her back as his tongue ran across her lips. He fought to open them, but she pushed it back with her own. Their tongues tangled together in his mouth.
He was tugging on her top. He pulled it up over her head and dropped it. Then he was at her skirt, pulling it down her hips. His mouth came off of hers to brushed over her face and neck. She huffed out a deep breath as his hot mouth closed over her earlobe and tugged. He nipped just behind it with his teeth, making her body tremble and buck.
She felt material pool around her feet and realized it was her skirt. That left her only in a pair of red panties and a black bra. Before she had time to think about what was happening, he'd lifted her onto a desk.
He grabbed each of her knees and parted them. She knew he'd already scene her naked, but he hadn't seen her like THIS. In this position. He slipped himself between her thighs and crawled up her body. He gently took the injured hand into his and held it palm up before his face.
"Looks alright," he said coolly. Mia didn't know how he could sound so calm right now when she was in the throes of an orgasm just at the thought of being with him. Her TEACHER. Her hot teacher, she thought with a smile, thinking of last night. But all thoughts vanished from her head when he softly pressed his lips to her palm.
She'd never imaged him doing something like this. It was…soft. Intimate. If she'd ever imagined him with a women she'd figured he'd be wham bam, thank you ma'am, so to say. But he was moving slow. Spreading his moist, feather light kisses down her arm to the sensitive skin on the inside of her elbow. She squirmed around, feeling tortured.
Then she felt his fingers creeping up her thigh. Her circled his fingers on the sensitive flesh, drawing lazy patterns. Mia was gasping for breath. She literally couldn't get enough air. Couldn't think straight. Not about what she was doing. Not about the possible consequences of doing something like this.
Like, getting Snape arrested.
Ok, so she'd just thought of the consequences.
Her head lifted up and she tried to speak but her voice was weak.
"Snape," she gasped, as he continued to prod into her nether regions maddeningly slowly, "Snape!"
He put his hand over her mouth and shushed her. She shook her head and her eyes went wide, but he wasn't paying attention. He kept his hand clamped there while his mouth explored the tops of her breasts. She struggled to speak but his hand was clamped tightly. She suddenly panicked. What is he went to far? What if he…?
She couldn't do this. It wasn't worth the bet or her grade or any of that. She just couldn't do this. She tried to put up her hands but Snape shoved them both down with one hand. Great, she thought. He was nearly two times her size. She didn't have a chance at overpowering him.
He tugged down her bra and took her nipple into his mouth and sucked. Her back arched up despite her and she moaned inaudibly. He removed the hot envelope of his lips and traced around it with his tongue. She was shivering all over. She couldn't help it. But a tear slipped out of her eye.
Just as his fingers slipped between her legs. Her hips buckled and pressed against him. He grinned and looked down at her and removed his hand from her mouth.
She exhaled heavily and gasped. "Snape…"
"What?" he asked lazily.
"I…We can't do this. You're a teacher."
"I'm aware, Mia."
"No…No…" she sat up and scooted to the end of the table. Snape suddenly stood up tall, towering over her again. "I…I can't."
He just stared at her.
"I told you, I…I'm not like they say I am."
"Of course not," he said, his voice emotionless.
Mia slid off of the table. She reached down slowly and grabbed her shirt and pulled it on and started to button it. "You understand then?" she asked.
"Yes."
"And…this wont have an effect on my grade, will it?"
Snape laughed, "Mia, I wouldn't think of sabotaging your grade. You do a good enough job of that yourself."
She laughed too, softly. She quickly tugged up her skirt and zipped it.
She paused, and looked at him, standing before her looking slightly tired, but not irritated like she'd expected.
"You know…" she started.
"Yes?" He lifted his brows and tossed back his hair sexily.
She smiled, "You aren't so bad. You're not as big a bastard as you pretend to be."
He sneered, "Well, I'll treasure that compliment."
She just shook her head, and turned away towards the door.
"Mia?" he called, and she immediately turned back. Her face looked hopeful.
"See you on Monday. You have a paper due. If you get a good grade on that, you may just pass this class."
She nodded, and left.