A new Professor at Hogwarts
After 10 years, Jane Mullin is returning to Hogwarts, this time as a Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher. At the school, she will have to deal with her desire for Professor Severus Snape. He is apparently not impressed by her beauty and talent, but Jane is patient enough and will not give up on him so soon.
These are three romantic/erotic stories that follow the same storyline - each one gets a little more explicit, so please respect the M age rating.
The 🔥 chapters are: 7 & 8 (Severus and Jane), 13 & 14 (Theodore and Jade), 17 & 18 (Teddy Lupin and Jasmine Snape)!
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Start of term
It has been ten years since I graduated from Hogwarts. Everybody expected me to start as a junior at the Ministry by then, but I needed a change of scenery. Losing both of my parents during my seventh year made me drop my plans of a steady life. I suddenly wanted a risky job, an adventure.
For a whole decade I lived in Eastern Europe, working in remote provinces for eccentric authorities as a field explorer, identifying and preventing magical threats. It was a hard job, and it was a lonely life, but it had also reshaped me. I went as a girl and came back as a skilled witch, trained against the Dark Arts.
I decided it was time for a change, and it was clear for me what I wanted: to come back to the place that still felt like home, Hogwarts.
It was July when I came back and applied as a Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, and Professor Dumbledore was pleased to appoint me to the post that, curiously as it might be, was vacant for the school year about to begin. I arrived at the castle one day before the star of the term, and as soon as my personal chambers were showed to me and my trunks properly carried, I went off for tea at the staff room.
Professor Dumbledore kindly introduced me to everyone, even though most of them had teach me ten years before and remembered me quite well. Professor Flitwick was excited to hear about my previous jobs, and Minerva – as she made sure I called her – told me I could ask her any help I'd need during that first year. Just as Professor Sprout was refilling my mug for a few more gulps of butterbeer, he entered the room.
I had already noticed he wasn't there, of course, since from the very first glance around the place a part of me was already looking for him, despite my effort to do not think about these suppressed feelings of mine. He peered around the small crowd with contempt in his eyes. Oh, those eyes. How could disdain make someone look even more handsome?
Mind you, I knew I myself was an attractive woman. As a tall and curvy brunette with long-lashed wide brown eyes, full lips and tanned skin, I was acquainted with being desired. However, I knew my appearance wouldn't help me attracting the wise and powerful kind of men I fancied – ok, actually, the specific man that I wanted, and who was in that moment standing right in front of me.
'Nice to see you, Professor Snape. I'm not sure you will remember me, but you taught me when I was a student here' I managed to sound as casual as the jolt of seeing him again allowed me.
'Yes, I remember. Good luck with the job, Professor Mullin' he sneered and added 'you will need it'.
I didn't expect anything less scornful than that, honestly, being aware not only of his usual manners but also of his long-dated aspiration for the post.
Still I tasted a bitter tang in my mouth that had nothing to do with the butterbeer.
...
A few days into the new term and my choice of coming back to Hogwarts as a teacher was proving itself to have been well made. I was feeling really happy towards the classroom experience. On the last day of the first week, I was peacefully evaluating the student's homework in my chambers when someone knocked on the door.
'Please, come in'.
I suddenly realized it was already getting too dark in the small study room that preceded my dormitory, which besides the old wooden desk and chair where I stood included only a small sofa, two comfortable armchairs and a tea table, all gathered around a fireplace. I took a look outside the windows at the dusky skies and with a flick of my wand lighted a fire in the grate and the wall torches.
The door opened and the tall figure of Snape walked towards my desk.
'Good evening, Professor Snape' my voice came off husky and sweet, despite of myself, for he had not direct me as much as a greeting nod during all week when sweeping by me in the school corridors.
'Good evening. The headmaster requested me to explain to you some details related to the school security' he seemed most unhappy to carry out the task. I conjured another wooden chair on the other side of my parchment sheets covered table, and he took no longer than ten minutes to fill me in on the rules concerning students and staff safety.
'All these procedures have been revised during this summer and should not only be followed but also imposed by school teachers' he concluded. He then outstretched his hand above the desk and pointed to a particular low mark I had just attributed to one of the few third years that had not taken seriously the assignment to describe the primary ways to defend himself against unknown magical creatures. He looked down at the scribbled mark where his hand rested and sneered 'I see your students seem well prepared against the Dark Arts so far'.
My first thought was to retort. But I extended my own hand and placed it lightly above his own, saying, in the velvetiest voice I could muster, 'It's ok. I'm patient, and I'm sure they will keep up with the content eventually'.
His skin felt a little cold. Good. I wanted him to feel the warmth of mine.
I looked up and was satisfied to see a thoroughly bewildered look in his eyes. I myself was a little surprised he didn't retrieve his hand as fast as if I had burned him.
'Ah' he cleared his throat, recomposing himself. He looked down and slow and politely took his hand off mine 'well, some might, but I wouldn't be too hopeful about it'.
He stood up, hastily bade me goodnight and left the room.
...
One more week passed by, and I had just arrive at my chambers on Thursday after dinner and started brewing some tea when I heard a knock at the door that I thought I already knew who belonged to.
'Come in'.
'Good evening' Snape's resounding voice replied 'I was asked to check in with you the procedures for your trip to the school grounds with the students next week'. Once more, he didn't show any glee in the duty.
'Alright. Take a seat. Would you like a cup of tea?'
'No, thank you' his face was impassive. A few minutes later, I had already explained my plans for the outdoor class, and he had, coldly, acquainted me with the general recommendations for daily class trips. Once the subject was overcome, he stood up.
'Well, I think that settles it. And I advise you stay aware for stray students near the forest, Professor Mullin, as they tend to get specially disregarded of teacher's instructions once near that area'.
'Thank you, Professor Snape, I'll keep an eye for that'. I walked him to the door and, before he could slide through the threshold barely pronouncing 'goodbye' without even looking at me – as I was sure was what he intended – I hold the doorknob with my right hand and reached for his arm with my left one, closing my fingers on a delicate grip around his biceps.
I looked deep into his dark eyes, opened my most charming smile, and said, on what I expected would be a casual and funny tease, 'and I hope during your next visit you will sit down for a drink with me instead of just tossing me school rules'.
Again, he took a few moments to sink in my unexpected display of affection. I savored that moment as much as I could, stroking his arm gently with my thumb, before he answered 'I am only following orders. Good evening to you.' and strode away from the room.
