Disclaimer: I do not own the character Severus Snape or the concept of Hogwarts. Snape is portrayed as a more sympathetic character. This chapter contains explicit scenes of sexual interaction. This author does not condone professor-student relationships. (More at the end).
Morgan Wallis, Severus reluctantly noted, was a very good student. She was quiet, respectful, intelligent, and efficient - the bare minimum he expected of students. But, she was also innovative and seemed to have a certain coldness towards her classmates that Snape found amusing.
She was faultless. In his class she was easily overlooked for her more boisterous and clumsy classmates. Around school, she may well have not existed. Miss Wallis even gained quite a few house points from him over the years, and Severus could hardly remember why.
However, she seemed very distracted in his classes lately. She was in her sixth year, and had maintained an exceptional reputation, but she was not as focused. What bothered Snape was that it never interfered with her work. She made it look as if she was focusing on the tasks he set: searching the storeroom, studying her work, scribbling in her notebook, etc. But he knew something was...off. Something else was on her mind.
What bothered him further was that he often found her glancing in his direction, when once she would have avoided all eye-contact with him.
Most recently, as his eyes roved the class from his desk, he noted that she was analyzing his notes on the blackboard. On his second pass, he caught her staring at him just as intently. She quickly averted her gaze, a very slight blush tinging the tips of her ears.
He stood, slightly annoyed. He was not one who liked being gawked at. And her response assured him that he must be the butt of some joke. He weaved his way through the desks, pausing at her desk to scrutinize her work. Her Draught of Living Death was bubbling, the color and scent practically perfect. In her notebook were neat lines of notes on her brew that went beyond what he had written on the board. He scanned the rest of her bench.
"Why, Miss Wallis, is your text not turned to the potion of the day?"
"I've compared it to your notes on the board Professor, and wanted to compare its subtle differences to a draught of poison, to see how far you could push it before it becomes toxic." It was her usual tone, curious and intent. He thought that, left to her own devices, she could concoct some truly dangerous brews - she had always had a particular interest in poisons.
"And you think it...appropriate, to conduct this experiment in class, Miss Wallis."
"Never on your time, Professor. I'm taking notes for later."
Snape scrutinized her face. He realized that she had been holding his gaze. The blush at the tips of her ears were darker now and her pupils were blown. Whatever was bothering her, he attributed to the natural turmoil of emotions in all teenagers. Perhaps she was being bullied, or had a love interest, or was just having "one of those days". Who could tell with adolescence? Snape turned on his heel and continued through the tables, wanting no part in it.
As the weeks passed, Morgan's distraction continued. And, Snape was beginning to suspect that he had something to do with it. Morgan now appeared to avidly watch him, in class and during meals, but avoided his physical presence.
While walking down a corridor a few days before, Morgan had turned the corner, seen him, and immediately turned around. While Snape was not unused to this, it was odd coming from her, who would always greet him, albeit with downcast eyes.
In class he began to address it, asking her, very pointedly, in front of the class what she was staring at. "I'm sorry, just thinking" she would assure, or something along those lines. But Severus knew that wasn't it.
Curiosity ate at him.
After a few more days, Snape decided to find the root of the distraction. Dumbledore did not agree with Snape's peering into student's minds, but how would the headmaster ever find out? It was a code of honor; Snape was aware that he was not very honorable.
He waited until later in the next class, when Morgan seemed finished with her day's work and started to drift into her distractedness. All it took was a second of eye contact. If it was in the forefront of her mind, Snape wouldn't need a spell to see it.
Snape had prepared himself for any manner of Morgan's intrusive thoughts, but what he saw hit him like a physical blow.
Morgan Wallis was daydreaming about him, but not in any appropriate sense. He watched what she dreamed up: him at his desk, legs spread wide and his pants, coat, and shirt unbuttoned. She envisioned him a little leaner than he really was. What jarred him was what she pictured him doing. She seemed fixated more on the slender fingers moving than what they were gripped around.
He squeezed around his length as he brought his hand up, before running his fingers over the top of his head and smearing pre-cum back down the shaft. He groaned. His breathing ragged as he picked up his pace. It seemed to go on for hours; his legs shaking, stomach taut as he stretched back in his chair, tiny grunts and moans escaping his lips. Finally he lurched forward, gripping himself hard and groaning Morgan's name as he came into his hand.
The vision of himself looked up, towards Wallis's desk, where she watched him unblinking. Just as Miss Wallis was watching him now.
Snape's head snapped away, severing the contact. He found that he was holding his breath and gripping the table, his knuckles white. He slowly relaxed and looked around the classroom. Everyone was still occupied with their potions; Morgan had returned to scribbling notes, her ears red. The clock indicated that only a few seconds had passed.
Snape strode to the storeroom. He felt heat on his face and brought his hand up to feel his cheeks. Everything was too warm. He took a few minutes to calm down, pressing his back to the cool stone of one of the pillars, before going back to the classroom. This time, he did his best to avoid Morgan.
Severus couldn't stop himself from looking - from spying into Morgan's mind to see what she was dreaming up. He knew it was terribly wrong, but he was also intently curious on how she could possibly think of him in any positive way, let alone sexual. At first, they were often just her watching him. But as the weeks wore on, she slowly became more involved in her daydreams.
During a study-hall lesson, the students were expected to complete an essay on Golpalott's Third Law and describe how to apply it to a poison of their choice. Severus watched the students for a while, but his eyes drifted over to Miss Wallis' bench and settled there. She was staring at him again, and Snape was finding it easier and easier to slip into her mind.
In her vision, it was near the end of the period, and she was the last student in the class (highly unlikely, he thought). Severus got up from his desk and wandered through the classroom: putting chairs to rights, double-checking ingredients and tables, and locking the classroom door. At the sound of the door-bolt, Morgan's quill stopped.
Severus came up behind her and bent down, so he could watch over her shoulder. She cleared her throat, tucked a few strands of hair behind her ear, and went back to writing.
"Aren't you finished yet, Miss Wallis? Really, how hard could this possibly be for you?"
Severus' breath was hot against her ear and neck. She scribbled a few more sentences before putting away her quill and looking up at him.
"How else could the two of us be alone?" She smiled. Severus put a hand behind her head and dipped down for a kiss. Severus watched himself watching Morgan. The heave of her chest, blushing, rustle of clothing, and the look of her hands moving against him as she fiddled with his belt.
But then the image stopped.
Snape blinked a few times, before realizing that Morgan had returned to her essay. He shifted from foot to foot before focusing again on the rest of the class.
In reality, Morgan Wallis was one of the first students to finish the essay. Despite her wandering mind during the period, Snape was again reluctant to note that her work was well done. Her essays were always clear, concise, and maybe a tad sarcastic. They would never allude to where her mind really was. And Severus never would have known if he wasn't nosy.
As the months wore on, he realized one day that he could tell almost instantly now when Morgan was daydreaming. Her eyes were always a little wet, and her face thoroughly pink.
It was a narrative now, where once it had been more meaningless. They hardly spoke in the daydreams, but they were quickly becoming more intimate, a true progression of a relationship - a sexual relationship, but a relationship nonetheless - in any case, he laughed and smiled in her fantasies.
Towards the end of the year, Morgan came in the evenings to check on some of her long-brewing potions. There were always a few students working after dinner, but she always kept to herself. One night, she was lounging in her seat, watching his desk. He knew that she was waiting to add another ingredient, which meant her mind would wander.
From the storeroom he caught her eye.
She was with him in the storeroom, but the door was closed. There were still students in the classroom, chatting quietly while they worked, but Severus had Morgan pressed up against the stone pillar.
His collar was unbuttoned, and she was sucking along his neck, her hands tangled up in his hair. She pulled back for air and smiled at him. Her shirt was pulled up over her breasts and she bit her lip to keep quiet as Severus continued to thrust into her. Morgan's legs were wrapped tightly around him and tensed occasionally.
Severus was the first to look away.
As with her very first daydream, Morgan knew exactly what to focus on. Snape could almost feel her flesh in his hands, their hot breaths, and the thrum in his thighs. However, it was the look of her tie, thrown back across her shoulder, that had stopped him. She may have been fast approaching adulthood, but Morgan was still a young student.
That summer, with Morgan Wallis and the rest of the students away, Severus had a much easier time focusing on his work. He needed to prepare for the upcoming year, and spent much of his time between the Hogwarts dungeons and Diagon Alley.
He noticed that Morgan had often been with one of Ravenclaws quidditch players during the end of the year and hoped that something fruited there. Maybe then he would be spared from her incessant thoughts. Then again, it was really his fault for peeking into her mind.
Severus stepped out of the apothecary, admired the cloudy sky for a brief moment, then briskly turned to Knockturn Alley. He had some business at Borgin and Burkes, and had left it as his last task. He had his face composed in one of his more intimidating sneers as he entered. Even the bell jingled menacingly.
"Professor Snape."
Snape's face faltered; his eyebrows raised slightly and his eyes relaxed. It was Morgan behind the counter, polishing what appeared to be a giant fang.
"Miss Wallis." Snape said slowly. "What are you doing here?"
"I work here, sir."
Severus scanned the room. It was just Morgan behind the counter. It perturbed him how comfortable she fit in such a disreputable shop; he took particular note of her hands as they worked over the tooth.
"Are either of the proprietors in?"
"No, sir, they've both stepped out for the moment." Morgan turned to place the fang back on a shelf. Her cloak sleeve slipped down and Snape saw her wand strapped to her forearm. It only comforted him a little.
"Not a very...appropriate position for someone your age."
Morgan turned to him, smiling slightly. "I'm of age, Professor. Now, can I help you with anything today, sir?"
Snape sneered down at the young woman, but she continued to smile pleasantly at him. He realized he'd never seen her smile like this before. "I'm here to pick up a package."
"Of course sir, let me check the back."
Morgan dipped behind a curtain, out of sight. She returned quickly, with two parcels tied together with twine and his name written sloppily on an attached note. Definitely not written by Morgan. She placed them carefully on the counter near him.
"Here are your prepaid things. Can I get anything else for you, Professor?"
"Ten ounces of powdered water hemlock." When Morgan smiled, Severus immediately thought of her familiarity with venoms and poisons. Could that have something to do with her working in this particular shop?
Morgan began to remove her cloak, Snape watching intently, but she simply hung it on a nearby hook before rolling a ladder along the back shelves. He couldn't help but notice how her shirt and pants were very similar to his own, stark black and plain, except they clung to her frame much more attractively.
Morgan stepped up and climbed several rungs to one of the uppermost racks of bottles. Severus was fully gawking now, admiring the curve of her legs. She had her feet slightly apart on the ladder, a position Severus tried to convince himself was solely to keep her balance...
But, now he imagined approaching her; of reaching his hand up to grip the side of her hip and slide it down and around to her inner thigh. Of stepping up the ladder himself and pressing his face between her legs, licking her through the cloth of her pants. Bracing himself against the ladder, he could slip her pants down to her knees and bury his tongue into her slick folds. What would she taste like? Smell like? Feel like? Would she moan his name? Press herself further against his mouth? In all her classroom daydreams, he had never peered into anything like that.
There was some clattering in front of him, "Would you like any of the other ingredients up there, sir?"
Severus realized he was staring at the shelves and ladder, where Morgan had been, but now his eyes snapped down to where she stood across the counter. She had arranged the jar, scales, and other tools between them.
"No, just the hemlock." His voice was slightly raspy. She went about scooping the pale green powder out onto the scales. She was very quick and neat - Snape almost admired the movement. "Do you often mind the shop?" He found himself asking.
"Only this summer, sir. And almost every day." She was already pouring his order into a clean vial.
"I'm surprised, with you still being in school."
Morgan almost smiled, "Misters Borgin and Burke think I'm good at sales. So, they keep me around."
"And are you very good...at sales?"
Morgan was sealing the vial with black wax, "I don't think so, sir. But, I do keep things tidy." she placed it off to the side as she wrote out a label.
It suddenly dawned on him that she didn't have to do any of this. How many times had she summoned jars from too high places, had her spoon stir for her, or cleaned away a mess? She was of age now, and magic outside of school would be perfectly allowable for her.
Had she climbed the ladder on purpose? So he could watch her go up? Was she doing things manually to keep him here longer? He mentally shook himself. He felt like a lecherous old man thinking of his student that way. Yet, he argued, he wouldn't have cause for the thought if it hadn't been for her daydreams.
Snape watched her face in silence as Morgan fixed the label onto the glass. She looked into his eyes when she presented the finished vial. When he took it from her hands his fingers brushed against her palm. It was immediately electrifying. After watching them together in Morgan's mind so often, he never realized that they had never come into physical contact - not even an accidental brush.
"If that will be all for you, Professor, it's ten sickles for the poison."
Snape avoided all further eye contact. He paid quickly and turned on his heel.
"See you at school, Professor Snape," Morgan called after him.
For the rest of the summer, Severus convinced himself that he didn't need anything else from Borgin and Burkes.
The following year, Morgan's daydreams continued in Severus' classes. What was worse, was that Snape actively watched for them. Ever since his fantasy in Borgin and Burkes, he allowed himself to indulge in the idea of the two of them together and clung to what Morgan dreamed up in class.
Dalliances in the storeroom, blowjobs at his desk, quick rendezvous in the library, and even a simple make-out in a dark hallway. The latter almost making Snape blush. He favored this thought almost above the others.
Her hands running through his hair, the shine in her eye as she looked into his. The feel of her warm body pressed against his. Morgan imagining sex with him was something carnal, but the details of her desiring intimacy struck a different chord.
Towards the end of the semester she imagined receiving detention from Severus for a simple mistake, something he thought he would never consider.
During the detention, she was set with the task of preparing sample potions for the younger years (points for setting up a scene). While she worked between tables of cauldrons, Severus came up close behind her to watch her work. He scoffed, his breath whispering across her neck. (Something she really seemed to enjoy, Severus noted.) She jolted upright, and with Severus so close behind her, she pressed against him for a moment.
Neither of them moved. Morgan's breathing hitched. After a moment, Severus placed his hands on the table, trapping her between his arms. He dipped his head down and whispered something inaudible in her ear. She smiled and turned to face him.
Severus pressed his lips to hers. At this point, they were familiar with one another in these fantasies. Snape picked her up and placed her on the table, running his hands up her thighs and under her skirt.
"I'll have to stay here all night if you want me to finish these potions, Professor."
"Then stay here all night. You won't get in any more trouble if you're with me."
Morgan was unbuckling his pants, "You don't think we'd get in trouble if someone found us like this?"
Severus slid his fingers along her warmth. She was more than ready. He pulled her underwear to the side and positioned himself against her, kissing her roughly as he pushed forward, rolling his hips up to grind against her as much as possible. Her arms were around his neck, and he was several thrusts in when the connection was severed.
Snape blinked back to reality. Morgan had looked away because another student was approaching his desk. Annoyed, Snape returned his attention to the class, but he needed a few moments at his desk for his thoughts to fully dissipate.
Severus seriously considered dispensing detention to Miss Wallis, but before he could build up any good reasoning for it, it was the last day of classes.
He had issued a project for the students: a list of several difficult potions that were to be judged in person. Although Snape was busy, he still noticed Morgan scribbling on a loose sheet of parchment, as she waited for her turn to be graded.
Miss Wallis's potions were perfect, but Snape lingered, trying to catch a glimpse of what she was writing - perhaps it was a drawing? Should he press her for doing other work during his class? He decided against it, and moved to the next student. However, when the class ended, Snape watched her slip the sheet (now folded) into a book, which she tucked under her arm.
He hesitated only a second before grabbing his wand and summoning the paper to him. It slid quietly from Morgan's book as she left; no one seemed to notice.
When the room was quite empty, Severus unfolded the paper. Again, he hadn't been fully prepared for what he would find. It was a line-art drawing of the storeroom. But figured in the center was him pressed against the ladder, his head thrown back. Someone was kneeling in front of him, he assumed Morgan by the hair; her hands and mouth busy at his waist.
His hand went to his lips. To think her sexual fantasies was one thing. But to draw them…
Severus went into the storeroom and shut the door. He pressed himself back against the ladder, just as he was in the drawing, freed himself from his pants and stroked quickly. The paper stayed gripped in his other hand. When he finished, he groaned Morgan's name.
Realizing what he had done, he was relieved she was graduating.
That didn't stop him from hoping that she would come looking for the drawing. But, she never came.
Severus Snape and the concepts of this magical world belongs to J.K. Rowling / Warner Bros. Only Morgan Wallis and aspects of this character are original.
