Warning!! There is . . . what do people call it . . . Men kissing in this chapter. Hate to spoil the surprise, but some (crazy) people don't like that sort of thing and I'd hate to get in trouble . . .
Chapter 18
Sometime late at night, or possible early morning, somewhere in a dark castle where no one stirs and all are lost in sleep, two people lie awake. Two lovers, dozing in post-coital contentment, embrace each other under heavy blankets. Touches are stolen and received, they caress and explore one another. These two people are not a teacher and student, simply a man and a woman, and they are making love. They come together this time not in a feverish, intense frenzy of teeth and nails, but slowly, lazily, breathing in time with one another. He moves inside her, and she sighs, for once very happy with where she is.
"Do you have any idea how good you feel?"
"No, professor, I'd have to say that I don't."
"Hm . . .well, then, Viola . . . how could I explain it to you?"
"I think you have."
"You sound tired."
"That's no one's fault but your own, Severus."
"You know I've fantasised about you, once or twice?"
"I didn't, but I'm flattered."
"I couldn't forget how you felt. I almost went mad wanting you."
"You wanted me?"
"Mm . . . still do."
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Viola woke with the rising of the sun, light pouring through her window to assault her eyes. She rolled over, wishing she had remembered to draw the curtains on the bed.
Slowly she became fully awake, yawning a few times and kicking the blankets off herself. She was immediately alert, however, once she felt how cold her room was. She bundled back up in the quilt and shivered.
Severus was gone. She sighed, alone, and squeezed her eyes shut. After their initial coupling, they had come together twice more. The night was a blur of mouths, moans, clawed backs and writhing bodies. She had been too exhausted to wake up when he left, and it disappointed her.
Her muscles screamed when she got out of bed and stretched, and she became quite irritable. Her legs felt like they had run a marathon and she was quite tender in a number of other places as well. In the shower she noticed dark purple marks on her breasts and inner thighs, no doubt made by his mouth. How could she have expected anything different though, especially from a Slytherin like him? Just because he isn't Brandon, doesn't automatically make him Prince Fucking Charming. They had both wanted her for the same reasons, the only difference was that she liked what Severus had done to her.
She felt her cheeks burn and was thankful that no one was around to see her so miserable, walking around like a cowboy on stiff, overworked legs. A million sensations lingered on her skin, so difficult to just scrub away in a hot shower. Rough hands, hot breath, and coarse stubble grating between her shoulders. Whispered eroticisms, muffled cries of release and probing tongues. He had held her after, and she remembered falling asleep while listening to his heart beating. She tried to stay awake, but his breathing soon lulled her into slumber so deep that he was able to extract himself from their embrace and sneak off.
She felt used, again, and what made it so much worse than before was that she loved every second of it. She thought, that if given the chance, she would let him use her as often as he wanted. She was ashamed to think such a thing, but he had known exactly how to touch her, and she thought she would never stop wanting him now that she knew what he could do to her.
There was three new items on her desk, that had not been there the night before. She didn't notice them until she finally wandered out of the bathroom, dripping wet, naked, and towelling her hair. The sun was fully bright in the sky now and the room was warmer. The first thing she noticed was the flower, a white and gold daisy in a small test tube filled with water. She knew it was from Snape, judging by the makeshift vase no doubt liberated from his lab. She thought it was a sweet gesture and it raised her spirits considerably. The second object was a small decanter of soft pink liquid. She didn't have a clue what it was and its presence led to confusion. Last of all was a folded piece of parchment. A note, it turned out, from Snape.
The vial contains a morning-after contraceptive. Drink it all. S.
In a puff of anger she crumpled the note and downed the potion like a shot. How very fucking thoughtful of him! How kind to ensure she wasn't carrying his bastard, and not even wake her when he left . . . despite the wonderful taste of strawberries in her mouth from the potion, she thought she might retch.
There was some time to be wasted before she had to face everyone in the Great Hall, so Viola smoked a joint by herself on her windowsill, while the little daisy basked in her shadow, and wilted from unhappiness.
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"There's that look again! You got some, didn't you?"
A black towel flew through the air and draped over a giggling mirror. Snape was finding it difficult to stifle his unusually high spirits, and even his talkative mirror failed to bring a scowl to his face. His stomach rumbled cheerily, and for the first time ever he couldn't wait to get to the Great Hall for breakfast. On top of this, he had gotten a great sleep. He hadn't felt so rested in quite a long time, and he suspected that Viola was responsible for it.
Severus Snape was never deprived of sex. Frequent dark revels and Lucius Malfoy's interesting parties had never left him wanting, but he could not recall a single instance in his life in which he had woken up with the woman he had previously bedded. This thought worried him slightly, made him think that maybe he wasn't capable of a healthy, adult relationship. It was something he could definitely get used to, though; she had looked so appealing in the dim light of dawn, and he watched her closely while he got dressed, careful, as he did not want to wake her. It hit him while he was buttoning his shirt that he should maybe stay for a little while longer. Certainly it would be better than going back to his dungeon, but he decided against it. Surely she would want him to leave.
But before he did, he pressed a kiss to her cheek, fighting hard against the urge to crawl back into bed with her. He flooed back to his room using her fireplace.
While Viola was glowering at her hickeys in her bathroom, Severus was smiling faintly at his own, and being mocked by his mirror about the scratches on his back.
"So, Severus, sleeping with wolverines eh?"
He smirked while tried to shave. "You're quite crude for a mirror, you know."
"I've seen some pretty crude things, living in your bathroom."
"You have not." He snapped.
"Whatever you say . . . but I think I'd like to meet this one. She must really be something, judging from the twinkle in your eyes and the love bites on your neck."
"I guess it's high collars for me today." he sounded amused.
"Wear that nice black one Nicola made you for Christmas."
"Don't be asinine. Even for an inanimate object, you're embarrassing yourself. A mirror should know better."
"It's not that bad, show the old lady some respect."
"Oh come on, Nicola is possibly the only lady I do respect." he rinsed the access lather from his shaven face and attempted to run a comb through his sodden hair.
"What about your conquest from last night?"
He didn't want to discuss that. He was growing more uneasy about the whole thing with every minute that went by. True, she was most definitely a wonderful girl, but she had lied to him. She had claimed to be a virgin, and not that it bothered him that she wasn't, he was confused as to why she would say she was. Perhaps she had simply been using him for the same reasons that he had used women in the past, and it had been nothing but a seductive game, a ploy to get the cold, cruel potions master to reveal his humanity. It didn't sound like the kind of thing she would do, but he was unused to benevolence and received it with suspicion.
He was glad now that he left before she woke up. Surely she hadn't been playing a cruel feminine game, but most definitely she would not want to see his face when she awoke. She had been distressed, which he knew when he went there. She had been lonely, desperate for someone to be close to her. He knew all these things, and still he took advantage of her.
And given the chance, he would do it again.
Once in the Great Hall, among his colleagues and masses of students, Snape didn't hesitate to fill his plate with fruit and a bagel.
"Severus," Dumbledore clamped a gentle hand down on the Potions Master's shoulder. "You seem positively cheerful this morning. Who died?"
"Severus was missing last night." Professor Sprout cut in mischievously. She winked at Snape, getting a scowl in return. "I went to see you about those ingredients you had needed." she grinned, and to the whole table proclaimed, "He was nowhere to be found."
"Another trip to the brothel in Hogsmeade?" Minerva said scathingly. Severus gave her his brightest, widest grin for a split second, horrifying everyone present.
"Oh, Minerva, you know I've never had to pay for sex."
She was not impressed. "Another one night stand, or have you decided to act your age and start a lasting relationship?"
"One night stand, you know no woman would have me for longer than that."
There seemed to be no suspicion about his actual location, so he willed himself to relax and eat his breakfast. He spotted Viola taking her seat at the end of the Slytherin table, but she seemed determined not to meet his eyes.
So, it would seem that she had come to her senses. He watched Brandon Carter enter the hall and take a seat next to her, and his regular bad mood came back tenfold. Something a lot like jealousy surged through him, and he was tempted to storm the hell out of the hall and deduct a lot of points from random students.
She didn't seem to happy to see Carter either. As soon as he sat down she tried to get up, without a word to him. Severus watched with interest as her boyfriend grabbed her wrist and tried to wrench her back down, but she tugged free and left without looking back. He watched her walking, and felt guilty to notice a slight limp in her step. When she left, he turned his gaze back to Carter, who looked positively furious.
He had a feeling that his prior suspicions regarding the Carter boy had been correct, and he was hurting her in some way. The kid definitely had a screw loose. If only he had confronted her about it last night, like he had planned, instead of behaving like a dirty old man and having sex with her.
The day was long, and annoying, and so very full of stress for the poor Potions Master. He would catch glimpses of Viola in the hallways now and then, but each time she just hurried on her way as if she hadn't even noticed him. He almost wished that she had a class with him that day, so she would be forced to acknowledge his presence.
These feeling confused him, as did the near jealousy in the Great Hall, and the way his thoughts seemed to be wandering in her direction all day, despite his efforts to do otherwise. This confusion is what caused him to be brooding in front of his fire that night, with a bottle of firewhiskey and a book he couldn't bring himself to read. He needed a distraction, anything to get his mind off . . . her.
Salvation, of sorts, was in the fire a minute later. The head of Lucius Malfoy popped into existence amidst the crackling flames, scaring Severus nearly out of his mind.
Lucius laughed heartily as Snape spilled the whiskey all over himself. "Sev, come to the manor." he requested.
With a swish of his wand his clothes were free of whiskey. "What's going on Lucius? A meeting?"
"A meeting? Does your arm hurt or something? No, just a little . . . party." And with a pop he disappeared. A party at the Malfoy Manor was always a wonderful distraction from anything. With that logic in mind, and hoping he might be able to forget this unhappiness surrounding Viola, Snape left the castle and apparated.
Malfoy's house was loud and full of people by the time Snape arrived. Lucius swung the door open before he had a chance to knock and led him inside with a grin.
The foundation of the manor shook to the music. Severus was finding it difficult to keep his mind from wandering. He could smell pot wafting from a different room, and could see several lines being arranged on a mirror.
"Severus, my friend, you're up." Lucius was looking exceptionally dashing today, his blond hair held out of his face by a strip of leather and his green shirt was half open. He handed Snape the mirror, off of which he relented to take one line. When handing the mirror back, Lucius's hand lingered slightly on his. He put his classically beautiful face close to Snape's ear and whispered, "There's someone I'd like you to meet, if you would kindly follow." Severus raised his eyebrows at him.
"You just look so tense lately, I thought I would provide means with which to relax you." they navigated through the pulsating knots of people.
'The coke, you mean?" Severus actually laughed.
Lucius stopped him in front of the door to the library. "No, not that, but this is even better." He opened the door and gestured for Snape to enter first. Inside, the fire was lit in the grate and the room had a pleasant warm glow, illuminating the panelled walls and shelves of books.
While Lucius locked the door securely behind them Severus glanced around the dim room and saw her sitting on an ottoman.
"Lucius, you spoil me," the girl turned around to face the two men, smiling seductively.
"I thought we could share her," Lucius whispered, and another subtly lingering hand floated over his shoulder. Severus suspected his old companion was hitting on him. He felt increasingly uncomfortable in this situation, but could not afford to leave and arouse suspicion. Normally he would have been delighted at this sort of presentation, but now he felt unexplainably guilty.
The three of them did more cocaine, had a few drinks, and each took a hit of Extacy on top of that. Within an hour of being in that library, all thought had vacated Snape's mind, leaving nothing but drug-induced, euphoric sensations.
Lucius screwed the firewhiskey cap back on, put his drugs away and carefully cleaned the small mirror. He twitched a couple times, barely noticeable except to Snape's quick eyes. Lucius was tweaking, and that meant that Snape was to. He tried to recall a time when he had taken more drugs, and came up with several. This was reassuring, but only slightly, and he regretted coming. There was nothing else to do though, and so he turned his attention to the woman.
She looked to be about twenty five, very pretty and shapely. A thick brown braid laid a trail down her back, exactly the colour of her shrewd eyes. She approached him and touched his face. He felt it through his entire body. He was flying, trying desperately to remember why he shouldn't be doing this . . . but like any other time that he had taken X, the physical sensations were difficult to ignore.
Malfoy stepped up behind her and pulled her shirt off over her head. He slowly took her hair out of it's braid. "What's your name again?" he murmured into her ear.
"Rachel." she leaned back into his torso as he flicked her bra open and took both large breasts into his hands.
"Well, Rachel, what would you like to do for my friend Severus?"
She gave him another come-hither look, but he was watching Lucius's hands move over her stomach and hips, and he missed it. He swooped down on her and extracted her from the other man, who politely obliged to watch while slowly undressing.
Snape pressed her close, cupping her bottom in both hands. She squirmed against his growing arousal. She was lovely, as his roving hands would quickly reveal, but something about the shape of her felt wrong. Something about the length of her hair and the size of her chest . . . then a glimpse of her brown eyes and he knew what it was. Viola . . . A troublesome little Viola Rienne had lodged herself in his mind. Just the thought of her made his erection surge against Rachel's manicured hand.
Severus stood back to remove his clothes as the room blurred and spun around him. Lucius appeared again, naked, and stroking himself. He knelt behind the girl and pulled her onto her knees. She moaned languidly when he reached around to her breasts, and leaned into his chest. Lucius removed her short wrap skirt, smirking to himself about the convenience of her clothing. Underneath the skirt she was naked.
Snape was, for lack of any better words in my possession, tripping. Everything seemed to be in ridiculously slow motion. He looked down at himself and realized that he had succeeded in getting mostly naked. All that remained was his black shirt, opened, and he opted to keep that on. Besides, there was more important things to do, like putting his clothes on and going back to Hogwarts to find Viola . . .
Now where did that come from? He shook his head slightly, as if to clear it of so strange a thought. He couldn't leave, not now, not until he was sober enough to safely aparate. In the meantime . . .
The girl was bucking her hips against Lucius's teasing fingers, staring at Severus, or more accurately, at the entity between his legs.
Can't leave just yet . . . he thought, dropping to his knees and wrenching Lucius's hand away from her sex. Can't leave, but there's still something I can do . . .
He gripped her hips hard to steady himself and slid into her, feeling a shiver of intense pleasure all over himself. She leaned into the other man's chest to take all of Severus in, and he noticed that she bore a Dark Mark where her pubic hair would be, marking her as one of Voldemort's own harem. Surely an expensive woman for the evening, and he puzzled as to the cause of Malfoy's generosity.
He thrust sharply into her twice before Lucius pushed her forward suddenly and entered her from behind. She cried out and dragged her nails down Snape's chest. He cried out to, but not from the scratches but from the feeling of Malfoy's cock as it moved beside his through her flesh.
Rachel would not let Severus kiss her mouth. Normally he would never have tried to, either, except he was not in his right mind and thoughts kept wandering back to Hogwarts, and more particularly to a certain blond Head Girl in the Slytherin dungeon. Damn her, she was ruining what could be a very interesting experience . . .
With strong hands, Lucius pulled her shoulders away from Severus. He swept her hair over one shoulder and bit her neck slightly. She gasped and then moaned, and a trickle of blood appeared where her neck met her shoulder.
Lucius tasted her, dragging his tongue lightly over her skin, and then looked at Severus over her shoulder. There was a tiny droplet of crimson on his lower lip. He thrust into her harder and bent to her bleeding neck. She began to climax, and writhed against them, nearly screaming. Her blood tasted hot and foul to Severus, and he would have stopped, but Lucius halted him.
He had placed his hand on the back of Snape's head, twining his fingers through dark hair. He flicked his tongue over Snape's, before surging into his mouth. They thrashed at each other with their mouths; it was the most turbulent kiss Snape had ever experienced. The three of them moved together roughly, the girl staring open mouthed as they slammed into her and kissed over her shoulder.
Lucius came, and only then did he release his hold on Snape's hair. He immediately pulled himself out of the girl and hoisted himself gracefully into a chair. He rummaged through the pockets of his coat and revealed a pack of black, perfumed cigarettes.
Snape came an instant later, and after that happened he doesn't remember anything else until . . . .
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An avalanche of pain rolled through a head that weighed a million pounds. Light seared burning lines through reddish eyelids, and to top it off his goddamn arm was ASLEEP. His mouth tasted like cigarettes and whiskey, and his chin was rough with stubble. Truly this was a miserable morning in the life of Severus Snape.
He found himself in Lucius's grand four poster bed. It was a monstrosity of a thing, built to comfortably hold four people, it would seem, and hung with navy blue velvet drapes, and silk silver sheets.
The reason for his arm being asleep became apparent when he was able to fully open his eyes. Narcissa Malfoy slept beside him, blankets pulled down to her waist to display her white breasts. She was laying directly over his elbow.
Slowly and carefully he pulled his arm free, wincing at the pins and needles that flooded his hand. He was wary of waking her; this was a very odd set of circumstances, and he wasn't sure he wanted to face what he had done right away. Once he was free of Narcissa, he rolled around with the intent of getting off the massive bed.
On the other side of him, sleeping peacefully, but blocking his way, was the girl. Rachel. She was also naked, stretched out like a vamp on the sheets. Well, the only way out was over the foot of the bed. Fortunately Severus encountered no dormant women taking this route, and soon found his clothing folded up on a chair in the corner of the room.
Well, it was the second morning in his life, and in a row, that he had woken up beside a woman. Two women even! Healthy adult relationships indeed. His head swam through a cloud of dizziness, and he suspected that he might be a little bit drunk.
Lucius walked in then, wearing only a pair of boxers and holding a cup of coffee. "Ah, Severus, you're up," he drawled. Snape gave a grunt in reply while attempting to manoeuver himself into his pants without falling down. Once he was dressed, Malfoy handed him the coffee while eyeing the sleeping women still on the bed. "Quite an evening wasn't it?"
Another distracted grunt from the other man, who was this time entertained by the coffee.
"You look tired, Sev. I hope you're up to going to work?" When Lucius received a third unintelligent grumble from his usually articulate friend, he got slightly annoyed, and gleefully informed him that class started at Hogwarts in exactly ten minutes. Severus stumbled out as fast as he could and disapparated.
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The potions classroom was unusually dimly lit, and Snape could be seen downing a headache remedy as the students filed in. His seventh year class took their seats as quietly as possible, wary of the atmosphere of terrible hangover that lay around them.
Snape looked terrible. He had given himself a once over with his wand, so at least he was clean and shaved, but he still looked like a drunk who hadn't slept in ten years. Viola was the last student to enter the class. Every other seat was full except hers, which resided directly beside Brandon's. He raised a perfect eyebrow at her in a calmly dangerous manner. With quite a bit of trepidation, she moved to sit down beside him. Snape saw the raised eyebrow though, and the trepidation, and it irritated him in a way he couldn't explain. What was even more annoying was the feeling he got when he first saw her poke her head through the door.
Everything about last night had been wrong. The party, the drugs, the sex, everything he could remember, and most likely the stuff he couldn't. Nothing about it had felt right, and it was because of her. Because he couldn't get her out of his mind. And now he had to . . . what? She was halfway to her chair, moving too slowly, eyes on Carter and shaking.
"Miss Rienne, switch seats with someone." he commanded her. She looked up at him in shocked relief, nearly smiled, and took a seat that was offered to her by one of Brandon's friends, who went to go sit with him. Brandon looked furious again, and was glaring at Snape.
The lesson was agonisingly slow, full of accidents and explosions, but Snape seemed above it all today. He was too tired to care about melted cauldrons or singed eyebrows, and three students ended up in the hospital wing with minor, yet hilarious, injuries. He couldn't take too much of it, the noise was unbearable. He dismissed the class early and collapsed at his desk with his head in his hands.
He though he was alone, but when he looked up in search of another headache potion, he noticed a student still sitting at her desk, watching him, and it would seem, waiting for him to address her.
"Viola," he said, by way of greeting.
"Severus." she returned.
"Don't you have somewhere else you'd rather be?" he heaved himself up and rummaged through vials for another pain killer.
"Thank you, for letting me sit somewhere else." She looked down at her shoes. "You have no idea how much that means."
"I can imagine." he shrugged. She looked awkward, and that made him feel awkward, and he wasn't appreciating it too much. He wanted her to either leave completely or come a lot closer.
"Professor - "
"Back to titles are we? I thought we were on first name terms."
"That would imply that we have more than a student teacher relationship." she said coldly.
He got annoyed. "So what does sleeping together imply?"
Her eyes narrowed. "Obviously nothing."
Despite himself, he felt hurt. "Take your games somewhere else, miss Rienne."
She got up angrily and stood right in front of him, getting in his face. "My games? What about your games, Severus?" she emphasised his name. "Telling me . . . that you want me, and that I'm . . ." She choked on her words.
"You think I was lying?" his indignation startled her, but she continued on as if in the same breath.
"And then just leaving without waking me up . . ." A fat tear rolled down her face as she stood before him. "You were so wonderful . . ." she confessed. "So different from . . . from him."
"Him? Carter?" Without thinking he stepped closer to her wiped her eyes with his sleeve. The gesture just brought a wave of fresh tears to her eyes. He wanted to comfort her, to make her stop because her crying was hurting him somehow. "What did he do to you?"
"You made me feel like everything was going to get better, and he would just leave me alone and I could be happy . . . but that was stupid I guess . . ." she shook her head and tried to take a step back, but he halted her with a hand on her back. He pulled her closer until she was leaning into his chest. She sighed and wrapped her arms around his shoulders.
"If he hurt you, Viola, tell me," he whispered, inhaling her perfume. He thought it might have been better if she didn't tell him though. He had a feeling he would kill the little bastard he knew that he had caused Viola harm.
"Tell me . . ." he trailed off. Their faces had come closer together and now they were kissing. He was holding her and kissing her and it felt right. The touches he had shared with Rachel had been a travesty of affection compared to what he was feeling now. It was as if he would never touch another woman again except her, and the thought didn't bother him at all.
The kiss started out being chaste, but she got onto her tiptoes and thrust her tongue into his mouth, tears stopping as she got caught up in the feeling of him. He felt a surge of arousal and suddenly he was impossibly hard and backing her up into a work table. His hands were all over her, undoing buttons and teasing ands stroking. He lifted her and sat her down on the edge of the table and she immediately wrapped her lags around his waist. Her skirt rode up her thighs and his cock pressed into her though her panties.
Neither of them bothered to undress the other. There was nothing to do except succumb to one another, to connect and be one person again as soon as possible. She unzipped his pants and pulled him out, and he pushed her panties aside. She was wet and wanting him, gasping his name into his neck when he pushed into her.
Slowly he rocked his hips into hers, nearly overcome by the heat and perfection of her. Each thrust felt better than the last, so good and right, and when he came he pressed harder into her centre and groaned, "I love you." into her neck.
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Severus said I love you? Ah! What's going on? Does he really love her or is he just saying that in the name of passion and orgasms? Find out on the next episode of Too Nice For Slytherin!
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