Severus followed them back to his office, Minerva following closely behind. There was a silence that hung in the air which made Severus uncomfortable. When they finally reached the gargoyle that stood guard in front of the headmaster's office, the eldest wizard spoke.

"Let us head inside, shall we? Raspberry Jam" he called out as the gargoyle jumped to life, stepping aside to allow entrance. Severus and Minerva rolled their eyes at each other over the ridiculous sugar obsession the old man had.

Dumbledore headed straight for his desk, taking a seat and gesturing for everyone else to join him. Minerva took a seat in one of the padded armchairs while Severus paced irritably.

"I thought we should start by speaking of last night. Have you gained any insight about the young Mister Korshunov?"

"It is my understanding he was sent back to his school," Severus snarled. He was disturbed to know what Ivan had threatened Olivia about regarding his own character; he was just pleased she didn't seem to understand his foreign tongue. It appeared Karkaroff had been informing his young assistant about his... previous duties, years ago.

"Ah yes, that is good to hear. And how is the dear witch? Coping well?" Dumbledore asked.

Minerva smirked as Severus shot her a warning glare. "It is my understanding that the poor thing spent the whole day in bed recovering from the previous evening, Albus". Severus' knuckles cracked as he balled them into fists at his side.

"Careful, Minerva. Severus' wand hand is twitching," Dumbledore teased.

"If that is all? I do have other pressing matters..." Snape grumbled.

"Oh, I'm sure you have matters you need to press, Severus," Minerva whispered. Severus rolled his eyes and huffed as he turned to leave.

"My boy, have a seat," the headmaster called out solemnly. "I believe you know that is not all we have to discuss". Dumbledore tilted his head down so he could glance over his spectacles in a knowing way. Running a hand over his face, Severus turned back around and threw himself into the armchair beside Minerva. Dumbledore caught the hesitation that Snape was exhibiting towards the witch.

"Well?" Murmured Dumbledore.

Snape hesitated. He didn't understand why the headmaster wanted her privy to this information, but then again when had the old man ever made sense. Reluctantly, he began to speak.

"Karkaroff's Mark is becoming darker too. He is panicking, he fears retribution; you know how much help he gave the Ministry after the Dark Lord fell". Snape glanced between Minerva and Dumbledore before continuing. "Karkaroff intends to flee if the Mark burns".

"Does he?" Said Dumbledore softly. "Are you tempted to join him?"

"No," he sneered, his black eyes locking into Dumbledore's twinkling ones. "I am not such a coward".

"No," agreed Dumbledore. "You are a much braver man by far than Igor Karkaroff. You know, I sometimes think we sort too soon..."

Severus scoffed and stood quickly. "If that is all, Headmaster, I will take my leave". Dumbledore nodded in amusement as Snape stormed out of the office. Minerva said her goodbyes to the headmaster before running after the younger wizard.

"Severus! Wait," she called out. The man stopped his descent from the staircase. "Let's have some tea in my office, hmm?"

"Minerva..."

"Come on, lad. Just a quick one". Severus reluctantly followed her to her office. She gestured for him to sit and called to a house elf to bring a tea service. Once it arrived, Minerva silently poured Severus a cup and fixed it precisely how he liked before pouring her own. The pair sat silently for a few moments before the witch spoke. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Tell you what?" The wizard answered as he creased his eyebrows in obvious frustration.

"That your Mark was darkening. How long has it been? Are you in pain?" The witch instinctively reached out to grab his left arm as he snatched it away.

"I am fine," he growled. After noticing her pointed look, he rolled his eyes before continuing. "I suppose it awakened around the World Cup, when they cast the Mosmordre".

"Severus! How have you not said anything?"

"Albus knew," he argued.

"Well of course Albus bloody well knew. Merlin forbid him to allow any of us to all be on the same page". She huffed irritably before continuing. "What does this mean?"

"I'm not sure," the wizard shrugged, casting his eyes to the floor before pinching the bridge of his nose.

"What did Olivia say about it?"

Severus narrowed his eyes as he looked at his friend. "She doesn't know. I don't want her to know," he stated clearly as he pointed one long, pale finger at his friend accusingly.

"How doesn't she know? What did you do- shag her with your clothes on?" She chided. When the man didn't respond, the woman continued. "Merlin! You did, didn't you? Do you always shag with your clothes on? Were her clothes on too? That can't be very comfortable for your first time together... or your 5th time. Merlin, you were in your chambers all day, how many rounds did you get in?"

"WOMAN!" He bellowed. "Control yourself. I do not know why you find the need to be so interested in my affairs but suffice it to say, none of that is any of your damn business".

The witch rolled her eyes. "You're no fun, Severus. You and I both know the only gossip around here is Potter. I want something new to talk about and this is... well it's quite juicy and I want the information that Poppy is undoubtedly receiving".

"Poppy will not be receiving information either".

"No... of course not," the witch smirked.

Severus paled significantly as he popped up from his chair and strode out of the room, hastily making his way to the hospital wing before his witch could reveal too much.

XOX

Olivia was seated next to Poppy in the main office of the ward. They had walked back to the hospital wing together talking about their Christmas plans.

Poppy didn't really have any family in the area and enjoyed staying at the castle. Apparently, the Hogwarts staff would be getting together in the lounge later that evening for some gift exchanges and light merriment. Normally the castle would be practically empty, but with the tournament this year, the castle remained full.

Olivia thought that was a sweet gesture of the headmaster; the Beauxbatons didn't really participate in any partying like that at their school, but there would be a small get-together in their carriage that evening that she was required to attend.

Poppy allowed the small talk until they took their seats before bursting out her rapid questions about Olivia's evening.

"Slow down, Poppy!" Olivia laughed. "One question at a time".

"Ok, ok," she relented. "What happened at the Ball? Minerva said you danced together?" Poppy leaned forward in her seat, steepling her fingers. She was eager to hear all the juicy details.

Olivia smiled as she reminisced. "I honestly had no idea he could move like that, Poppy. It was..." she paused in an attempt to find the words. "It was romantic, erotic... I've never been held like that before".

Poppy looked at Olivia with a dreamy look. "I didn't know the lad had it in him," she muttered. "Then what?" Poppy pressed on.

Olivia blushed and covered her face with her hands. She could feel how hot her ears were and was sure her face was a deep red. "Then he took me back to his chambers". Olivia's cheeks hurt from smiling so much but she was too elated to hold everything inside.

"And?" Poppy could barely control herself.

"And... personal stuff. Really, really good personal stuff," she smirked. Poppy clapped excitedly. She tried to pull more details, but Olivia figured Severus would want it to remain private.

Poppy took notice of the change in Olivia's expression as she seemed to reminisce. "What is it?"

"Hmm? Oh. It's nothing. It's just..." she shook her head indecisively. She had wanted to ask about the scars - why he refused to take off his shirt and seemed so uncomfortable with her touching him. She was thankful she didn't end up saying anything though. Severus was a private man, and likely mentioning something that personal would be unforgivable.

Poppy sensed her discomfort and tried to move on. "So, was this a one-time thing or do you want more? When are you seeing him again?"

"Right about now," hissed the baritone voice of Severus Snape. Both women jumped before having the sense to look abashed.

"H-hello, Severus," Olivia grimaced.

How much had he heard?

"What brings you here, Severus?" He smirked at the Mediwitch. An out of breath Minerva popped her head in. She had been trying to keep up with the man and failed horribly.

"Poppy! There you are. Care for a spot of tea?" Minerva asked. Both women hurried to their seats, neither allowing their eyes to leave the couple. Severus looked livid, but the three witches seemed to know better, there was a twinkling malice behind his black eyes and just the slightest hint of a smirk. He stood there, staring at Olivia with his arms crossed. To her credit, she only trembled slightly.

Severus cleared his throat before speaking to the Mediwitch, never once allowing his eyes to stray from Olivia's form. "Any patients in the ward today, Madam?"

"No," she responded curiously.

"Good. I believe Miss Wright and I will use your floo then, so that we might converse... in private". He allowed his eyes to snap to the two witches who looked as if they were engaged in a muggle attack movie. They eyed each other before sniggering.

"Come, Witch" he demanded as he took Olivia's arm, just above the elbow. She smirked as she was pulled from her spot and stumbled, trying to keep up with him.

"How long do you suppose they will converse, Poppy?"

"Oh, I'd say they will probably have a few conversations before she is required to attend her festivities with her own school".

The women allowed themselves a bit more conversation, heavily dripping with innuendo before Minerva sobered. She was going to fill Poppy in about her conversation with Dumbledore and the Potions Master.

XOX

Olivia felt the heat from the fireplace as she stepped into the emerald flames with Severus. As soon as they tumbled out of the fireplace inside his private chambers, he was upon her. Severus pressed his body against hers, breathing heavily as he pressed her against the wall heatedly. When his lips connected with hers, she could taste their shared breath. Willing him to continue, she parted her lips to allow his tongue to slip inside, deepening their kiss. He planted his strong thigh between her legs, further pinning her in place.

Olivia felt a warmth take over her body, her nerves alerted to every touch he offered her. She couldn't help but take advantage of his woolen trousers. She started to grind against him, seeking out her own pleasure as he continued to nip at her lips. He broke off the kiss, resting his forehead against hers as they both panted, attempting to catch their breath. Severus smirked at her far-away look.

"So, it seems my little witch is unable to keep her tongue from wagging. I'll have to remedy that," he said as he pulled away from her, walking towards his bedroom.

"You aren't really upset about that, are you?" When no answer came, she scrambled after him. "I didn't really tell her anything, they already seemed to know we had gotten together- I told her it was personal".

"Ah yes, but you could've ignored her all together. Let's see," he clicked his tongue as he stood in front of one of his chairs. He spun to face her as he counted on his fingers. "That's one count of being a cheeky brat last night, one count of bribery to get me to go to the feast, and now one count of gossiping. My my... you are going to have a sore bottom tonight," he grinned mischievously. "Have a seat, while you can...".

"What's that supposed to mean?".

She heard a quiet chuckle from the man as he sat down in his chair.

"You, Miss Wright, have been very naughty. I warned you that brats get punished; and then on top of that... you said I could 'do whatever I wanted' when we returned from the feast". His eyes darkened as he allowed them to trail over her tight little body. She started to sit on the bed, across from him when his voice rose. "No, no miss Wright. Come here, over my lap". He patted his thighs as one would when calling a dog.

"You're not serious, are you?" She asked incredulously. "I have a party to attend tonight".

"Surely you remembered our conversation. I said, and I quote: 'You are definitely getting spanked the very next time I have you in my chambers". His face sobered before adding, "I never joke about a spanking".

Olivia swallowed audibly. Oh gods, he was serious.

The wizard allowed his lips to curl into a smirk. "Have you been spanked before, Miss Wright? Or shall I be the first," he purred.

Olivia couldn't believe this was happening. If she were honest, she had always wanted to try the darker side of sex. Impact play, bondage... all of it. But her partners were never interested.

This is the best Christmas present ever.

"N-no sir, never. I have uhm... I have been curious, though".

"Mm yes," he scoffed, "I can see in your eyes just how...excited...this makes you". Severus walked over to an armchair he had summoned to room. He unbuttoned his frock coat and draped it over the back before sitting down. "Come, lie across my lap, I shan't ask again " he commanded.

Trembling, she rose to unsteady legs before walking towards him. She stood facing him, trying to work up the courage to bend over. Severus, unable to wait any longer, pulled her down over his lap. He had spread her legs, so they straddled his thigh, her upper body hanging over the arm of the chair with her toes kissing the floor.

"So beautiful," he purred as his large hand caressed her bottom.

Merlin, were his hands always that big or was it just because she was getting ready to feel the heat they would produce?

Swiftly, he lifted her skirts to reveal her bum. He sucked air through his teeth as he fingered the black lace fabric.

"I shall explain how this will work, Miss Wright. I will warm your bum with my hand; I like my canvas to be warm and pink before I start working with it. Eventually, my hand will be a warmup for whatever implement I decide to use on you. If you're an extra good girl and don't cum, I'll give you a bit of cream for your bottom to help soothe you. Tell me you understand," he pressed.

"Sorry... just... just a second," she stuttered, trying to turn her head around to look at him. She was already trembling - to say she was anxious would be an understatement. "What if it's too much? What if I can't take it?"

Severus rubbed her bottom with his right hand while he pet her hair with his left. "Trust me. I can tell you need this. Now. Do. You. Consent?" he asked, his phrasing cut short in a salacious staccato.

"Yes, Sir" she whispered. Severus grabbed hold of the thin material of her knickers and pulled them down to expose her bare bottom.

As she felt his right-hand rise in the air, she tensed her body. Severus brought his hand down with a loud smack upon her left cheek. Her bum rippled from the impact before a lovely red handprint bloomed on her milky skin.

"Ow, Fuck!" She cried out. Instinctively, she reached back to rub some of the pain away, but Severus quickly cast her hand aside.

Oooh yes. He had missed the way a witch would squirm and yelp underneath his hand.

"Reach back here again, Miss Wright and you'll find your palms stuck to the chair with a sticking charm," he threatened with a growl.

Nodding in understanding she returned to her original position. Severus struck her 4 times in rapid succession, altering his impact in both force and location. He didn't want her to get used to one feeling. Plus, he wanted to map out her personal pain tolerance and pleasure zones.

She had gone still during his first round of 4 smacks, however, after the second go, she raised her bum into the air as if searching for more. Severus acquiesced.

Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.

He was finding his rhythm as he brought his hand down over and over. Severus felt himself slip into a sweet meditation, worshiping his witch's rippling arse as he smacked it. He found she liked the fleshiest part of her bottom the best - the closer he got to her thighs, the more painful it was to her. He'd avoid those spots for now.

Olivia rolled her hips, grinding her clit against his thigh as she desperately sought some pressure relief.

Naughty.

Severus separated her cheeks again. This time, he ran a long finger through her folds, testing her arousal.

She was sodden. How delicious.

"Open, Miss Wright. I want you to taste what a little spanking has done to you". She parted her lips to allow his finger to slide in. She tasted her own arousal and keened. She needed more... more spanking, more dirty talk... anything. She just needed to cum. But she'd try to be a good girl. He promised her cream if she didn't cum. She just hoped it was the same cream she was imagining.

"Good girl, just 6 more. Your arse is beautifully red. Let's see if we can't get it to turn purple, hmm?"

Smack. Smack. Smack.

A delicious groping was provided at the end of this trio of smacks. She was moaning and grinding with each clap of his hand. She was close, Severus could tell, and his cock was becoming fused with his own zipper. Three more and then he'd make her stand up and move to the bed.

Smack.

Smack.

SMACK!

The last one was his hardest yet, making contact right at the junction of her arse and thigh.

"Fuck! God damn, that hurt, Severus!" She cried. She couldn't keep her hips still as she attempted to wiggle the pain away. He softly caressed her heated skin, soothing her for a few moments before tapping her lightly and telling her to stand.

"You did very well, love. Very well indeed".

Olivia sniffled back some tears that had started to fall before smiling abashedly at his new nickname for her.

"Come here," he cooed, motioning for her to straddle his lap. He parted his legs so her bum wouldn't be pressed against his legs; her punishment was over, and he didn't need to remind her of the pain. She continued to sniffle as he reached up with one of his hands and cradled her head, pressing lightly to get her to rest her head on his shoulder. He lightly drew lines and runes down her spine, his fingers ghosting her flesh and causing little shivers.

Aftercare was important. If she liked this aspect of him, and he hoped she did, he'd want to play more. He needed her to know he'd always be there for her at the conclusion to heal her bum and her mind as needed. Her breathing slowed after a few minutes of petting, her hot breath tickled his neck and made his cock stir.

"Are you ok, love? Would you like some cream?"

She lifted her head to look at him. He wore a look of concern mixed with a bit of admiration and lust. Just like that, she forgot all about her bottom and focused on the throbbing between her thighs.

Olivia rose to her unsteady legs. She tried her best to make her way to the bed as quickly and seductively as possible but couldn't help feeling like a newborn deer as she tried to walk. Severus sniggered at her poor attempt. When she made it to his bed, she bent over at the waist, resting her face and chest on his soft duvet. It was oddly comforting to be in this position although she missed the feeling of his thigh and the amazing pressure it provided.

"I only want your cream... Sir".

Severus let out some sort of feral growl that Olivia had never heard anyone make before. As she peeked over her shoulder, she watched her wizard storm towards her. With a swish of his wand, her clothes were torn from her, leaving her completely nude and at his mercy.

The humiliation of being completely naked while he was fully clothed was incredibly erotic for the young witch. She felt the heat from his body as he towered behind her, pressing his left hand between her shoulder blades, keeping her pressed into the mattress while his right hand desperately tugged at his fly to drop his trousers below his narrow hips.

"Such a needy witch," he whispered. He reached between her legs, dragging her natural lubrication across her sex. "I have just what you need, little girl". He grabbed his length and pumped it a few times, dispersing the circulation throughout his member. He bent his knees slightly, resting the tip against her folds. He glided his glans back and forth as Olivia arched her back, seeking some pressure.

"Do you want it?" He grunted.

"Mmph, yes! You know I do..."

He spanked her arse. "Cheeky response, Miss Wright," he chided. She whimpered; her bottom was still so sore. "Good girls tell me what they want... the best... beg... me for it". He slowed his movement, slowly circling her clitoris and applying pressure. She attempted to tilt her pelvis to force him inside on his next pass but failed. He laughed darkly before spanking her again.

"Come on Miss Wright... you know what I need to hear...".

"Please! Please, Sir! I n-need you to touch me". He completely removed his cock and replaced it with his fingers. She stomped her foot and whimpered at the removal of her most favorite organ.

"Oh... but I am touching you, love," he smirked. Leaning forward he whispered in her ear. "Try one more time..."

"Please! I need... I need your cock in me! Severus... fuck me!".

The way his name sounded coming out from her sweet mouth tore down all of his walls. He lined himself up and thrust forward so hard he pushed the bed. She cried out from the burning pleasure he was causing. Severus grabbed the pink-stained globes of her arse and squeezed hard as he took her roughly from behind.

"Oh! Oh, gods Severus, Yes! Yes!" She whined.

"So good," he whispered through gritted teeth. He reached around to apply pressure to her little pearl as he continued thrusting as hard as he could. She felt a ping of electricity as he brushed across her cervix and rolled his middle finger over her clitoris. After a few more thrusts, she felt the tension coil in her belly, warming her skin until she just couldn't take it anymore.

She allowed herself to let go; her own arousal trickling down her thighs and all over Severus' cock. She pressed her face into the mattress, muffling her orgasmic cry. The wizard felt his own release start and quickly withdrew, stroking himself as he painted her arse with his seed. He grunted as rope upon rope of his cum shot all over her soft skin. When he was finished, he reached down and rubbed it into her, letting it absorb.

She let out a sigh of relief, closing her eyes and enjoying his attention. Smiling, he backed away from her and helped her stand up.

"I have a flannel in the bathroom. Come, I'll help you clean up before I heal your bum".

She gawked at the wizard. "Absolutely not!" He stopped dead in his tracks, turning to face her with a raised eyebrow. "Sorry," she started. "I... I just... I was hoping to... leave it on me. And to be honest, I'm pretty fond of the handprints as well". She smiled as she turned to look at her bottom. She was absolutely glowing. "I hope that's not too pervy".

Severus smirked before pulling her bottom lip from her teeth. She had the habit of nibbling on it when she was embarrassed. "Not at all. I hope all those little French boys smell me on you at your party and leave you well enough alone".

She lightly pushed against his chest. "Who's the perv now?" She looked down at her torn clothes before turning back to Severus, daring him to comment on the state of her wardrobe. His lips curled in a self-satisfied smile.

"Well, it appears to me, Witch... that once again you find yourself in my chambers completely starkers and at my complete mercy". He pressed towards her seductively. He grabbed under her chin and pressed upwards - he wanted to look her in the eyes. "Perhaps... I could persuade you to cancel your evening plans. I have many more things I could entice you with here in my chambers," he purred. Severus placed a soft kiss, brushing her plump bottom lip with his tongue before nibbling.

"Mm... I would love that... but I can't" she pushed his chest a bit, knowing full well if they didn't stop now, she'd be back in that bed, Maxime and her party be damned. "Madam Maxime has made it perfectly clear I don't spend enough time with my own school. I'm required to attend". Olivia rolled her eyes at her headmistress as she bent down to pick up her clothes.

He sighed wistfully as he buttoned his own trousers. He smirked when he noticed the drying wet stain she had left behind. "I think I'll leave this here for the party I'm forced to attend. No doubt they'll not force me to come next year".

"You will not!" She gasped before laughing.

"How disappointing," he sighed as he scorgified his trousers. "Here, allow me". Severus took her clothes before muttering a mending spell.

"Thank you, Severus. For last night... this morning...and this afternoon".

She was biting her lip again. He wanted to bite her lip.

"Run off little witch. Before I decide to keep you in my bed against your will... you test my willpower too much".

She rose to her tiptoes to kiss his lips before scurrying off to his bathroom to clean up and redress.