August 2, 2000

When I last left you, Severus had topped me at my own game. Bloody Man!

I woke the next morning and made my way to breakfast. I utilized my inherent Gryffindor courage and made sure I arrived after he did. While he did not outwardly acknowledge my presence, I took great pride in noticing his eyes following me as I headed to my seat. When I walked around him, I obscurely took my right arm and drew it lightly across his back.

He responded. I sat down with my normal confidant flair. As I pulled my chair closer to the table, he leaned toward me and whispered into my ear, "Your playing with fire, little girl."

I found myself smiling. I waited a few minutes and slightly leaned towards him. I secretly, under the table, placed my hands on his thigh and squeezed quite enthusiastically. To my immense delight, I felt his "interest" stirring against my fingers.

I responded to his remark with one of my own, "Oh, I hope so!"

Then, after one last caress, I deftly removed my hand and finished my breakfast.

I spent my day preparing for my classes. I was truly in my element, and I find myself becoming happier every day.

I met up with Severus at lunch and dinner, as well. Each time, I took great pleasure in making him distinctly aware of my presence. A light touch here, a whispered suggestion there or a poignant gaze and I began to find a sultry look in those dark, sexy eyes.

To be honest, I didn't think I could be more aroused than I was on the night of Harry's Birthday, but I was so wrong. By the end of dinner that evening, I was ready to jump the man and make him mine.

So, I once again followed him out of the Great Hall that night and down to the dungeons. I caught up with him just outside his private chambers.

I called out to him and saw him stop. He did not turn around, but I knew I had his attention from the stiffness in his form. I walked up to him and whispered that I wanted to fan his fire.

He turned around, grabbed me by the shoulders and had me trapped against the wall all in one fluid motion. He ground himself against me, which pushed me further into the stone wall. I could not have cared less. I was experiencing nirvana. My entire body was surging with chemistry; the reactions occurring within my body were too many to count. I was a limp mass; the only thing keeping me upright was "my prey."

Boy, looking back on what I just wrote; it is so obvious what is about to happen. Proceed I will, no matter what the cost to my esteem. The sagacious say to learn from your mistakes; and that, I will. That, I will.

Severus caught my mouth in a harsh, demanding kiss. I succumbed immediately without any pretense. We both knew what I wanted. I wanted his tongue to invade my mouth and conquer it. I wanted him to be my Alexander the Great and make me his Persia. For several minutes, he dominated me with his mouth. His mouth then left mine and made a march for his next battle. He suckled and nipped his way down my neck and had me moaning a favorable battle cry. The battle cry was that of surrender in every way. I was his. He was my dictator, my mentor and my fearless warrior. I wanted to be ravaged. No, I needed to be ravaged. My breath was coming in short gasps. I was fighting for my breath. My body was on fire as he settled his mouth on my chest and took his tongue and licked the top of my robes. I found myself grasping a handful of his hair and pulling in my passionate ardour. This hint of pain only made him more intense and I felt the top of my robes become wet as he suckled, licked and probed the defined hem of the bosom of the robes. Both of my hands were in his hair now, kneading and grasping to pull him as close as possible to me.  Till now, his hands had been firmly clasped on my shoulders to keep me firmly against his hard, well-defined body and the wall; now, they were pushing me backwards. It seemed that Severus had quietly whispered the password to his private chambers during his torture of my body.

With us now in the privacy of his chambers, I energetically pulled his outer robes from his person. Underneath, he wore a crisp crème shirt that was half-buttoned, so that I could see the beginnings of dark, curly hair. I gasped in carnal delight and immediately pulled one of my hands from his hair and fisted my hand in his shirt. I jerked with all my being and the shirt ripped. Buttons flew everywhere, but I did not care. All I wanted was to run my hands through the soft curls on his chest. It was at this time that I noticed Severus was no longer proactively making me melt. Instead, he was watching me with a frightful intensity that I felt all the way to my nether regions. I felt like I was the source for the Nile. His breath was coming in short, distinct gasps. He obviously was as aroused as I was. I could not stand there and just look anymore; I moved to close the space between us, but he held me at bay.

After his breathing had returned to normal again, he tightened the hold on my arms and drew me closer in a menacing manner.

"I told you, Little Girl, you were playing with fire. Payback is a bitch, eh?"

With that, he escorted me to his chamber's entrance. None to gently, he pushed me through the entrance and out into the dungeon's hallway.

I cannot believe he has bested me again. This is quickly becoming more than a game. This is an obsession.

The next morning, I already had my next course of action in motion. I, once again, took me seat next to Severus and murmured my greeting. He sneered in response. To be honest, it actually made me feel better. I knew this Snape. I understood this Snape.

As usual, the morning post came by owl during breakfast and so, too, came my next surprise for "the prey."

As expected, a school owl flew to Snape's plate and dropped an envelope in his plate.

I saw him gingerly, some might even say hesitantly, pick it up. He turned it over and released a small puff of air in relief. It was very small and hardly noticeable, but I knew.

He deftly broke through the school's crest and pulled out the contents of the envelope. He looked in fascination at the contents, the fascination turned into shock. He turned his head to me and stared at me in shock. I looked back at him intensely, never letting my gaze falter. He looked away first. He placed the item back in the envelope and left the Great Hall.

You see, after he threw me out of his rooms the night before, I went back to my room and made a special Wizard's photograph for his eyes only.

As I walked back to my quarters, I came up with the idea of performing a striptease in pictures. Yep, that was my special little gift this morning, and judging from his reaction, I would sat I finally one upped Mr. Snape. It seems I was back on top. I intended to stay there. I also noticed; he took the letter with him.