Disclaimer: Oh how I wish I owned the Sexy, Sensuous, Severus Snape. Alas and alack, I own neither him nor anything else.
AN: Thank you Midnight Lilly my beta and provider of story ideas.
Chapter 16 Don't Stand So Close To Me
Young teacher, the subject
Of schoolgirl fantasy
She wants him so badly
Knows what she wants to be
Inside her there's longing
This girl's an open page
Book marking - she's so close now
This girl is half his age
Police "Don't Stand So Close To Me"
Snape stormed down the hallway heading back to the dungeons. Alexis was on her way to Hogsmeade with McGonagall and he was stuck in the castle finishing up a potion for that dratted wolf. Snape spent the rest of the day working on the Wolfsbane potion.
He took a perverse delight in adding herbs that would not effect the potion other than to give it a distantly awful taste that would linger on the tongue and cause unbelievable halitosis.
The potion was finished and Snape couldn't think of anything else to do to it that wouldn't negate the potion's purpose. Filling a goblet with the steaming mixture, Snape proceeded to Lupin's office. He was unsurprised to find The Boy Who Could Not Obey Rules cozily ensconced in a chair involved in an intimate conversation with Lupin.
After delivering the potion to Lupin, Snape returned to his dungeon lab.
If he couldn't spend the afternoon with Alexis, he could at least finish grading papers. That way he could have the night free and all day Sunday.
Snape sat at his desk with his special pot of red ink he used only for grading.
It almost seemed to glow due to a special potion he added to the ink.
Any markings made with this ink could clearly be seen from across the room.
Quickly immersing himself in the piles of parchments waiting to be graded, Snape lost all track of time. What does it take to get the simplest facts through these thick skulls?
Snape wrote in red ink across the top of Neville Longbottom's essay,
If you were to prepare this potion as currently described you would not only kill the person who imbibed it but anyone in their vicinity as well. Your victim would melt into a slag emitting noxious fumes that are deadly when inhaled.
Suddenly uncomfortable, feeling as if someone were watching him, Snape looked up. Sitting at the desk directly in front of him was Alexis.
Clearing his throat, "When did you get here?"
"Just a moment ago you were so immersed in your work I didn't want to disturb you, I also was enjoying the view," Getting to her feet Alexis approached the teacher's desk.
"Did you know that when you concentrate you get a little line right here?" Reaching out Alexis traced a finger between Snape's brows.
Still uncomfortable, Snape hmphed in reply.
"Did I ever tell you about a dream I had the other night?"
Quirking a brow at her Snape shook his head.
"It involved you, me, your desk and some whipped cream."
"Really? Perhaps you should tell this dream to Professor Trelawney so she can interpret it for you."
"I would much rather get your interpretation of the dream, especially since it involved you, I would hate to give Professor Trelawney any ideas about you."
"Do go on."
"Well you were sitting at your desk, but your chair was pushed back as if you were about to get up." Looking at Snape, Alexis motioned for him to move his chair back.
When he complied she continued, "Exactly as you are now, I walked around until I was in front of you," suiting action to words, Alexis walked around until she was standing between the Potions Master and his desk.
"And then?"
"Then I cleared your desk with a wave of my wand," Suddenly the top of Snape's desk was clear.
"I hope you know where all those parchments went."
"I proceeded to seat myself on top of your desk," Alexis hopped up onto the desk. "Where upon I slowly undid my robes."
As Alexis began to unfasten her robes Snapes interest was peaked.
What was she wearing under that robe? Snape sat up straighter in his chair as more and more skin was revealed.
Alexis paused as she reached the last fastening.
"What happened next?" Snape managed to get out.
"Then I, well I don't quite know how to tell you what happened next."
"You can tell me anything," Snape assured the blushing woman.
"Well then, I, you see, I…"
"Yes?"
"Well I woke up."
"WHAT!"
"I woke up, you were knocking on the door and it woke me up, I tell you that I was very disappointed."
"You little tease," Snape lunged at Alexis scooping her into his lap.
Alexis hooked an arm around Snape's neck causing her robe to gape invitingly.
"I figure you and I can work on finishing the dream together."
Snape peered through the gape and made good use of his free hand to undo the last fastener on her robe, "Hmm, you mentioned a bowl of whipped cream?"
Pushing her robe open he discovered that Alexis was wearing nothing but her silver demi-bra and matching panties.
"You minx," Snape admired as he carefully traced the lace on the cups of her bra.
Alexis shivered as she felt his calloused finger skim across the delicate skin of her breast.
Snape looked up from his perusal of her delectable body. Tangling his fingers in Alexis's long hair, he gently tugged until her head was arched back exposing her throat to his mouth. Starting under her right ear, he traced a nibbling path along her neck, stopping only to bite at the vein pounding out the tempo of her heartbeat. Alexis jumped at the sting of his teeth on her skin. Snape quickly soothed the slight pain with a gentle lick of his agile tongue. Snape continued to make his way down to the swell of her breasts. Breathing deeply of the scent that was uniquely Alexis, he paused to taste the top curve of each breast.
He had just reached up to move her bra and release her nipples to his eager lips when they were both startled by a loud banging noise.
Alexis jumped up pulling her robes together as they realized they were no longer alone. Looking to the back of the classroom, Alexis saw a wide eyed Draco Malfoy staring at them in disbelief. The noise had come from him dropping his books at the sight that had greeted him when he entered the room.
A furiously blushing Alexis was looking at the shocked youth and trying not to laugh. She could feel the fury radiating off of the man behind her. Giving him a quick look over her shoulder with a significant glance down at the still obvious reaction to what they had just been doing, Alexis moved away from the desk. Draco followed her movements with his eyes, distracting him and allowing Snape a moment to compose himself.
"Draco? Draco?" Alexis had managed to quickly refasten her robes.
Standing in front of the still staring Slytherin, Alexis snapped her fingers and finally started a response from him.
"Did you want something Draco?" Alexis queried.
Draco was quickly coming back to his usual pratty self, "Yes Miss. Draluck, some of what you were.."
"I wouldn't finish that sentence if I were you," Snape coldly stated giving Draco the patented look of death stare as he approached menacingly.
Draco gulped audibly at the threat clearly present in his head of house's eyes.
"I have to go get ready for the Halloween Feast. I'll see you there," Alexis headed for the door. "Severus?"
"Yes?"
"Please remember that he is just a boy and that he is Lucius's heir, so nothing permanent, no visible marks either," with a last compassionate look at the blonde.
"What a pity such a handsome lad," Alexis let the door swing shut behind her.
Alexis headed back to her rooms to put on something a tad more appropriate, and warmer, for the Halloween Feast. If she was going to sneak around the drafty castle in nothing but a robe and panties, Snape was going to have to teach her a warming spell.
To Snape's surprise, when he approached the portrait of the Lilac Girl, she winked at him and swung open. Usually he was only automatically admitted access first thing in the morning. It appeared as if Alexis had extended his privileges in more ways than one.
Entering her room, he found her just fastening her robes over an ankle length black dress. She had donned a more festive set of robes, in honor of the feast tonight. Snape frowned at the deep red robes with gold threads running through them. If you looked closely you could see that some of the threads formed the outline of lions.
Alexis grinned at his frown and explained, "Minerva 'gifted' me with these robes and specifically asked that I wear them tonight. Apparently there has been comment about my preference for Slytherin House colors, seeing that I was originally a Gryffindor when I attended Hogwarts," Alexis led Snape toward the hallway.
Snape snorted, "May I at least hope that you have continued your preference for Slytherin colors in other areas of your attire?"
"You mean my panties?"
At Snape's nod, Alexis grinned wickedly and stepped into the hallway, "Nope."
"Why not?" was the slightly indignant question.
With another wicked grin, Alexis looked back over her shoulder at the frowning Potions Master, "Because I'm not wearing any."
Snape stood stunned and highly aroused in the middle of the hall, staring at Alexis's rear as she glided away from him. As Alexis turned toward the stairs leading to the Great Hall, Snape snapped out of his shock and hurried after her. No one else was going to get near her tonight if he had any say in the matter.
Quickly catching up to Alexis, Snape placed a possessive hand at the small of her back.
"What did you do about Mr. Malfoy?" Alexis queried.
"Hmm?" Snape was still distracted.
"What did you do about Mr. Malfoy?" she repeated.
"Oh, I told him that if I heard even a rumor of gossip about what he 'thought' he saw he would serve detention by assisting you with teaching the dance class."
"What kind of threat is that?" Alexis was indignant now.
Snape smirked, "Forcing a Slytherin to teach Gryffindors, Ravenclaws, and Hufflepuffs to dance, is a fate worse than having to prepare rat spleens for potions. They would rather taunt than teach."
"Now that you mention it, I just realized that there aren't any Slytherins signed up for the dance class."
"Most of the Slytherians are taught to dance from the time they can walk, it is seen as a necessary accomplishment to properly take ones place in wizarding society."
As they entered the Great Hall, Snape noticed Alexis giving the Slytherin table an assessing look.
"Don't even think about it," he admonished her.
"What?" Alexis innocently batted her eyelashes at him.
"Don't think about trying to fool any of my house to assist you in your dance class. And don't bat your eyes at me, it makes you look as if you have a nervous tic."
"How about if I pout?" Alexis stuck out her lower lip and gave him puppy dog eyes.
Looking at the lip invitingly poking out at him, "That won't work either."
They had reached their chairs at the head table, Snape assisted Alexis into her seat and took his own. Alexis used the chance to lean toward him and whisper into his ear.
Snape flushed red and quickly adjusted his robes over his lap, "That might work."
Alexis grinned and turned her attention to the Headmaster who was looking at the couple with twinkling eyes.
Alexis enjoyed her first Halloween Feast at Hogwarts. She especially enjoyed the entertainment provided by the Hogwarts Ghosts and their demonstration of formation flying. While everyone else was concentrating on the Ghosts, she was drawing circles on Snapes upper thigh; the heavy damask table cloth covered her actions.
As her hand crept up higher and higher on his thigh, Snape's grip on his wine glass became tighter and tighter. When her finger tip grazed the zipper of his pants, he slipped his own hand under the table and firmly grasped the encroaching finger moving it to a safer location lower on his leg.
Alexis turned her hand over and laced her fingers with Snapes giving his hand a firm squeeze, this was yet another first for Snape, he had never before held hands.
Snape assisted Alexis from her chair as the Great Hall emptied. Hooking her arm through Snape's, Alexis smiled up at him and murmured, "Your room or mine?"
"Which one is closer?"
"I think they are about the same distance, yours has the bigger bathtub."
"Mmmm, I like the way you think," Snape began to walk a little faster towards the steps leading to his dungeon rooms.
As they reached to top of the stairs, they heard a commotion and running feet,
"Professor Snape."
With a feeling of impending doom the couple turned to face Thomas Titmouse, the sixth year Gryffindor who had called out for Snape's attention.
"Something has happened at the Gryffindor tower entrance," Thomas panted out, "Professor Dumbledore is there now."
Exchanging a worried glance, Alexis and Snape hurried toward the Gryffindor Tower.
