"I need to make mistakes just to learn who I am
And I don't wanna be so damn protected
There must be another way
Cause I believe in taking chances
But who am I to say
What a girl is to do."
~~Britney Spears, Overprotected
Lexie sighed, resting her chin lightly on the palm of her hand and yawning widely. Snape's chalk screeched across the blackboard as he wrote up the ingredients his class would need for that afternoon's concoction. Lexie double-checked to be sure that he was still turned around a slipped a black piece of parchment out onto her desk. She chewed on her quill for several seconds, then began.
Dear Mom and Dad,
How are things back at home? Things here are fine. Thanks so much for Booboo, the owl you sent as a birthday present. Although he's small, he's proving quite useful, and I'll send this letter back with him. So, how is Vanessa doing in primary school?
Lexie chewed her lip, trying to think about how she wanted to word the next sentence. Just in case Vanessa got to the letter before her parents, she didn't want the little girl asking too many questions about where her sister had gone. Vanessa was only seven, and she thought that owls were a perfectly normal way to send letters home from boarding school.
Has she showed any signs of being like me yet? If she is, are you going to tell her what I am? I know she's still young but I would like to be able to share my experiences at Hogwarts with her, someday at least. Well, I should probably go now. That slimy old git Snape will chew my head off if he finds me doing this in class. He likes us Hufflepuffs even LESS than the Gryffindors! Kiss Vanessa for me, and I'll be home for the next holiday!
Love Always,
Alexandra
What a boring letter. But then, Lexie didn't have the most interesting life. The Hufflepuff put down her quill, making a mental note to go visit Booboo in the owlery after Snape's class. Unfortunately, this led her thoughts back to the one thing she had been avoiding thinking about: The bet.
Her eyes followed the rippling muscles in Snape's back unconsciously as he finished the ingredient list. She snapped her eyes shut, trying to avoid the temptation. She had to focus. What was she going to do about this stupid bet? In the heat of the moment that night, she had agreed to Malfoy's wager without really thinking. All the other girls had agreed without hesitation, and Lexie knew she would look weak if she couldn't do something as simple as seducing the Potions master. If she was really honest with herself, she knew why she didn't want to take part in the plot to have a little fun with Snape. She was afraid that she would fail. She knew she was beautiful, yes, and she knew that she could have any guy she wanted without effort, but she never tried to get men to fall all over her. Why? Maybe because if she tried, and failed, she wouldn't know what to do.
She was still sitting there, eyes tightly shut, when she heard the sound of someone clearing their throats directly above her. Looking up slowly, she stared straight into the beautiful face of Professor Severus Snape.
"Meditating, Lexie?" He asked throatily, a grin playing at the corners of his mouth. Lexie opened her mouth to answer, but she wasn't quick enough for the observant professor.
"And what do we have here?" Snape asked languidly, snatching the parchment from under Lexie's hands. Lexie bit her lip as Snape glanced over the letter to her parents, then remembered with a gasp the part she had added about the professor. She didn't dare to hope that perhaps Snape had missed that part, and she was right.
"Slimy old git? Why Alexandra, I'm flattered." Snape let the paper flutter back onto her desk. "I didn't think you liked me very much, but it looks as though I was sorely mistaken," Snape said with mock happiness. "Perhaps you can tell me what else you like about me while you serve your detention tonight. You can come down here to the dungeons, I'll be waiting for you."
Snape stalked off and Lexie stared down at her paper, tears gathering in her eyes. She hated being yelled at. Across the dungeon, Harry Potter and his Gryffindor friends shot her sympathetic looks. The Gryffindors had always had Potions with the Slytherins until this year, and they knew what it was like to receive the brunt of Snape's unpleasant personality. Lexie forced a smile on her face, waving half-heartedly at Harry and his friends, who waved back. The support of the Gryffindors made Lexie feel brave, and she knew that she would be able to handle the detention that night. Even if she did have to be alone with Severus Snape, she would be able to handle herself. She was weak, she knew that. If she had possessed the kind of bravery as Harry or his friends, she would have been placed in Gryffindor.
As it was, she was a Hufflepuff, and she was going to make the best of it. It was her decision whether or not to try and win Malfoy's stupid bet, and she would have to make that decision tonight. It was probably the only chance she would get to be alone with him.
Severus Snape leaned back in his desk chair with his eyes closed, resting his hands gently on his stomach, his legs propped up on his desk. He was remembering the events of the last few days, wondering what could possibly be going on. Corvina. Mia. Two of the most beautiful girls in the seventh year. They had both seduced him, and he had let them. Why? Snape couldn't even explain to himself why he had allowed two empty-headed seventeen year olds jeopardize the career he had worked so hard to build. Ambition had always ruled the Potion Master's life, and he couldn't understand why he had undermined this time-honored ideal for a couple of pairs of tits.
The knock on his door startled him, and he nearly fell back in his chair. Regaining his composure, he called, "Come in!"
As Lexie pushed open the door, he attempted to smooth out the wispy strands of hair that had become unruly during his little "nap".
"Ah, Ms. Phalan, you're right on time. I haven't had time to sufficiently prepare something really terrible for you to do, so we'll just have to settle for something fairly easy, if that's alright."
Lexie nodded mutely, making her way to his desk with her head down. Snape felt something coil itself around his heart. She was so pretty, so innocent. He would feel no guilt if she would only let him…deflower her. His eyes combed her again, and he licked his lips. Lexie failed to notice her professor's subtle advances and tried to refocus herself. She wanted to win the bet, yes, but did she want to compromise herself like that? She'd always wanted to wait…but looking at the strong-jawed teacher, she felt her resolve melting. And she had something to fall back on, to make sure she didn't go too far. If she wanted to win the bet, they couldn't have sex. She made up her mind right then. She was going to at least try for it. Knowing she could excite someone like Severus Snape made her insides wiggle in delight.
"All you have to do, Lexie, is re-label my potions ingredients," Snape told her, leading the way toward the back room. He stepped aside to let Lexie go ahead before him, and she pretended to do the same, an uncharacteristically malicious smile crossing her face like a shadow. As he started to move into the small space, Lexie attempted to wedge herself in at precisely the same moment.
"Oh, I'm so sorry professor!" She gasped sweetly, trying to make him as aware as possible of her breasts brushing his muscular pectorals. He grinned back, and Lexie got the distinct impression that he knew exactly what was going on.
"It's quite alright, Miss Phalan. You may proceed." Lexie stepped ahead, and Snape closed the door behind them, shutting them in. The space was no bigger than a closet and Lexie had already started feeling claustrophobic. Snape was blunt.
"Look here, Lexie. I know what your little game is. I feel that I should warn you-you're playing with fire." Lexie blinked up at him, making her eyes as wide and innocent as possible.
"I don't know what you mean, Professor Snape." Kiss me, she thought to herself. Please, Severus, kiss me. Lexie met the Potions Master's eyes with her own, and she drew in a breath at his sharp features and his warm eyes.
Whether or not he knew what Lexie had been thinking, he didn't disappoint. In one swift move, Snape smoothly closed the door to the supply closet. Lexie's heart felt like it was on its way to beating right out of her chest, and she suddenly realized she wasn't breathing. Snape was in front of her again, looking down on her with a gentle look in his enigmatic eyes. She tilted her head so she was facing him as best she could, and she became intensely aware of their close proximity in the tiny supply closet.
She allowed her eyelids to flutter shut, and it hadn't been a second before she felt Snape's warm mouth covering hers. She felt trapped, and at the same time she could sense the desire welling up in her heart. Snape deepened the kiss, and Lexie gave herself up to it. Snape rested his hand on her slender hip, then slowly traced the curves of her body up to her breasts, which he fondled gently through her thin tank top even as his tongue gently massaged hers. Lexie moaned against his mouth, and she could feel his hardness pressing insistently on her hips. Her nipples were protruding through her shirt now, and Snape continued to tease them with his fingertips. She slid her arms around his neck, throwing back her head as Snape's lips traveled down the curve of her neck and lingered on her throat.
Lexie was beginning to lose all sense of reason, and everything was becoming foggy.
"Lexie," Snape whispered softly, sniggering in spite of himself. She was so beautiful, and this was almost too easy. Hearing her name from his lips seemed to snap her out of her daze a bit.
Before she could stop it, her brain flashed an image of her parents across her brain, and she began to feel the fiery desire ebbing away. What would everyone think of her? Was all of this worth it, just to give Malfoy satisfaction and prove that she was the best seductress in the seventh year? She felt disgusted with herself. Horrified, she pushed Snape away, feeling dizzy and disoriented.
"Professor Snape…I think that I need to go lay down."
Snape appeared utterly calm, seemingly oblivious to the lipstick still smeared on his face.
"Perhaps that would be best, Miss Phalan. You may serve your detention with Mr. Filch tomorrow night in the Trophy Room," Snape told her cordially, sounding unattached and almost bored. He smoothed his unruly dark locks with one hand and gave her a pointed look. "Well? I thought you felt ill. Aren't you leaving?"
Lexie gave him one last look full of malice and mistrust, and then fled the dungeon as fast as she could. He couldn't help it. Snape threw back his head and laughed.
And I don't wanna be so damn protected
There must be another way
Cause I believe in taking chances
But who am I to say
What a girl is to do."
~~Britney Spears, Overprotected
Lexie sighed, resting her chin lightly on the palm of her hand and yawning widely. Snape's chalk screeched across the blackboard as he wrote up the ingredients his class would need for that afternoon's concoction. Lexie double-checked to be sure that he was still turned around a slipped a black piece of parchment out onto her desk. She chewed on her quill for several seconds, then began.
Dear Mom and Dad,
How are things back at home? Things here are fine. Thanks so much for Booboo, the owl you sent as a birthday present. Although he's small, he's proving quite useful, and I'll send this letter back with him. So, how is Vanessa doing in primary school?
Lexie chewed her lip, trying to think about how she wanted to word the next sentence. Just in case Vanessa got to the letter before her parents, she didn't want the little girl asking too many questions about where her sister had gone. Vanessa was only seven, and she thought that owls were a perfectly normal way to send letters home from boarding school.
Has she showed any signs of being like me yet? If she is, are you going to tell her what I am? I know she's still young but I would like to be able to share my experiences at Hogwarts with her, someday at least. Well, I should probably go now. That slimy old git Snape will chew my head off if he finds me doing this in class. He likes us Hufflepuffs even LESS than the Gryffindors! Kiss Vanessa for me, and I'll be home for the next holiday!
Love Always,
Alexandra
What a boring letter. But then, Lexie didn't have the most interesting life. The Hufflepuff put down her quill, making a mental note to go visit Booboo in the owlery after Snape's class. Unfortunately, this led her thoughts back to the one thing she had been avoiding thinking about: The bet.
Her eyes followed the rippling muscles in Snape's back unconsciously as he finished the ingredient list. She snapped her eyes shut, trying to avoid the temptation. She had to focus. What was she going to do about this stupid bet? In the heat of the moment that night, she had agreed to Malfoy's wager without really thinking. All the other girls had agreed without hesitation, and Lexie knew she would look weak if she couldn't do something as simple as seducing the Potions master. If she was really honest with herself, she knew why she didn't want to take part in the plot to have a little fun with Snape. She was afraid that she would fail. She knew she was beautiful, yes, and she knew that she could have any guy she wanted without effort, but she never tried to get men to fall all over her. Why? Maybe because if she tried, and failed, she wouldn't know what to do.
She was still sitting there, eyes tightly shut, when she heard the sound of someone clearing their throats directly above her. Looking up slowly, she stared straight into the beautiful face of Professor Severus Snape.
"Meditating, Lexie?" He asked throatily, a grin playing at the corners of his mouth. Lexie opened her mouth to answer, but she wasn't quick enough for the observant professor.
"And what do we have here?" Snape asked languidly, snatching the parchment from under Lexie's hands. Lexie bit her lip as Snape glanced over the letter to her parents, then remembered with a gasp the part she had added about the professor. She didn't dare to hope that perhaps Snape had missed that part, and she was right.
"Slimy old git? Why Alexandra, I'm flattered." Snape let the paper flutter back onto her desk. "I didn't think you liked me very much, but it looks as though I was sorely mistaken," Snape said with mock happiness. "Perhaps you can tell me what else you like about me while you serve your detention tonight. You can come down here to the dungeons, I'll be waiting for you."
Snape stalked off and Lexie stared down at her paper, tears gathering in her eyes. She hated being yelled at. Across the dungeon, Harry Potter and his Gryffindor friends shot her sympathetic looks. The Gryffindors had always had Potions with the Slytherins until this year, and they knew what it was like to receive the brunt of Snape's unpleasant personality. Lexie forced a smile on her face, waving half-heartedly at Harry and his friends, who waved back. The support of the Gryffindors made Lexie feel brave, and she knew that she would be able to handle the detention that night. Even if she did have to be alone with Severus Snape, she would be able to handle herself. She was weak, she knew that. If she had possessed the kind of bravery as Harry or his friends, she would have been placed in Gryffindor.
As it was, she was a Hufflepuff, and she was going to make the best of it. It was her decision whether or not to try and win Malfoy's stupid bet, and she would have to make that decision tonight. It was probably the only chance she would get to be alone with him.
Severus Snape leaned back in his desk chair with his eyes closed, resting his hands gently on his stomach, his legs propped up on his desk. He was remembering the events of the last few days, wondering what could possibly be going on. Corvina. Mia. Two of the most beautiful girls in the seventh year. They had both seduced him, and he had let them. Why? Snape couldn't even explain to himself why he had allowed two empty-headed seventeen year olds jeopardize the career he had worked so hard to build. Ambition had always ruled the Potion Master's life, and he couldn't understand why he had undermined this time-honored ideal for a couple of pairs of tits.
The knock on his door startled him, and he nearly fell back in his chair. Regaining his composure, he called, "Come in!"
As Lexie pushed open the door, he attempted to smooth out the wispy strands of hair that had become unruly during his little "nap".
"Ah, Ms. Phalan, you're right on time. I haven't had time to sufficiently prepare something really terrible for you to do, so we'll just have to settle for something fairly easy, if that's alright."
Lexie nodded mutely, making her way to his desk with her head down. Snape felt something coil itself around his heart. She was so pretty, so innocent. He would feel no guilt if she would only let him…deflower her. His eyes combed her again, and he licked his lips. Lexie failed to notice her professor's subtle advances and tried to refocus herself. She wanted to win the bet, yes, but did she want to compromise herself like that? She'd always wanted to wait…but looking at the strong-jawed teacher, she felt her resolve melting. And she had something to fall back on, to make sure she didn't go too far. If she wanted to win the bet, they couldn't have sex. She made up her mind right then. She was going to at least try for it. Knowing she could excite someone like Severus Snape made her insides wiggle in delight.
"All you have to do, Lexie, is re-label my potions ingredients," Snape told her, leading the way toward the back room. He stepped aside to let Lexie go ahead before him, and she pretended to do the same, an uncharacteristically malicious smile crossing her face like a shadow. As he started to move into the small space, Lexie attempted to wedge herself in at precisely the same moment.
"Oh, I'm so sorry professor!" She gasped sweetly, trying to make him as aware as possible of her breasts brushing his muscular pectorals. He grinned back, and Lexie got the distinct impression that he knew exactly what was going on.
"It's quite alright, Miss Phalan. You may proceed." Lexie stepped ahead, and Snape closed the door behind them, shutting them in. The space was no bigger than a closet and Lexie had already started feeling claustrophobic. Snape was blunt.
"Look here, Lexie. I know what your little game is. I feel that I should warn you-you're playing with fire." Lexie blinked up at him, making her eyes as wide and innocent as possible.
"I don't know what you mean, Professor Snape." Kiss me, she thought to herself. Please, Severus, kiss me. Lexie met the Potions Master's eyes with her own, and she drew in a breath at his sharp features and his warm eyes.
Whether or not he knew what Lexie had been thinking, he didn't disappoint. In one swift move, Snape smoothly closed the door to the supply closet. Lexie's heart felt like it was on its way to beating right out of her chest, and she suddenly realized she wasn't breathing. Snape was in front of her again, looking down on her with a gentle look in his enigmatic eyes. She tilted her head so she was facing him as best she could, and she became intensely aware of their close proximity in the tiny supply closet.
She allowed her eyelids to flutter shut, and it hadn't been a second before she felt Snape's warm mouth covering hers. She felt trapped, and at the same time she could sense the desire welling up in her heart. Snape deepened the kiss, and Lexie gave herself up to it. Snape rested his hand on her slender hip, then slowly traced the curves of her body up to her breasts, which he fondled gently through her thin tank top even as his tongue gently massaged hers. Lexie moaned against his mouth, and she could feel his hardness pressing insistently on her hips. Her nipples were protruding through her shirt now, and Snape continued to tease them with his fingertips. She slid her arms around his neck, throwing back her head as Snape's lips traveled down the curve of her neck and lingered on her throat.
Lexie was beginning to lose all sense of reason, and everything was becoming foggy.
"Lexie," Snape whispered softly, sniggering in spite of himself. She was so beautiful, and this was almost too easy. Hearing her name from his lips seemed to snap her out of her daze a bit.
Before she could stop it, her brain flashed an image of her parents across her brain, and she began to feel the fiery desire ebbing away. What would everyone think of her? Was all of this worth it, just to give Malfoy satisfaction and prove that she was the best seductress in the seventh year? She felt disgusted with herself. Horrified, she pushed Snape away, feeling dizzy and disoriented.
"Professor Snape…I think that I need to go lay down."
Snape appeared utterly calm, seemingly oblivious to the lipstick still smeared on his face.
"Perhaps that would be best, Miss Phalan. You may serve your detention with Mr. Filch tomorrow night in the Trophy Room," Snape told her cordially, sounding unattached and almost bored. He smoothed his unruly dark locks with one hand and gave her a pointed look. "Well? I thought you felt ill. Aren't you leaving?"
Lexie gave him one last look full of malice and mistrust, and then fled the dungeon as fast as she could. He couldn't help it. Snape threw back his head and laughed.