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. (More at the end).


Snape hardly ventured into the muggle town near his home. If he did, it was late at night to grocery shop or to wander old streets and reminisce. He also rarely drank. With the way his life was going, it was better to have your full-faculties at all times. But tonight, in muggle attire, he found himself several drinks in at a dingy pub. He was pressed into the darkest corner of the bar, bent over his glasses, running a hand through his greasy hair.

He knew that Lily's son would arrive in the following school year, and knew all that it implied, but to read the headmaster's letter had been like a punch to the gut. Full of reminders to fortify himself and small hints at why he was doing this at all. "He has Lily's eyes." It had read.

Snape had never forgotten. He held his memories too deeply to ever forget who he was doing all this for. But for the past decade, the pain of it all had faded a little. When he called his memories back, they didn't sting like they used to. When he taught at Hogwarts, he could almost convince himself that that was all there was to his life.

"Professor Snape."

Severus' eyes snapped up at the title. There was Morgan Wallis on the seat next to him. She was leaning on the counter, her hair curling around her shoulders, and she was smiling at him.

Severus ran his hand over his face and through his hair. He ordered another drink before addressing her, "Miss Wallis."

Morgan continued to stare into his eyes, smiling and silent.

"Can I help you with something?" Snape asked, as the bartender slid his drink over. Snape downed it quickly.

"You look really handsome in muggle clothes."

Snape turned to the young woman. He was drunk enough to excuse her familiarity, but wasn't drunk enough not to recognize the overly friendly tone. She seemed to hear what he was thinking, because she continued,

"I'm not your student anymore. So, I feel like that isn't inappropriate to say."

"Yes, you're a successful curse breaker now, aren't you? What are you doing in a little town like this?"

"Just a little business trip. Can I get you another drink?"

Snape nodded curtly. When Morgan turned to order, he followed the curve of her body, from her toes to the side of her face. She was wearing a chunky jumper and form-fitting pants, but he had an idea of what she looked like underneath it all. The memories of intimacies she had created came frothing forward in his mind, demanding to be remembered. He couldn't help but wonder if she had filled out any more in the past few years. He shifted in his seat when he felt his pants tightening.

He blamed the drinks, staring hard into his empty glass and beginning to regret coming to the town. When he looked back up at Morgan, he found her smiling at him again.

"No 'How's the weather' or the like, Miss Wallis?"

"Call me Morgan," she grinned, "I've never been known for pointless banter."

"No, you were always a very forthright student, as I recall."

Their drinks were set in front of them, but Morgan didn't touch hers immediately, "I've had these very sexual feelings for you." She took a sip of her drink as Snape almost spat his out. She continued, "If you were interested, I'm in town for the weekend, and I'm staying at the inn around the corner."

Snape sat very still for a long time, thinking. Except he couldn't think. His thoughts had scattered around him and he tried to grasp whatever it was that had even brought him to the pub.

Whatever soft buzz he was beginning to feel was disappearing into a sobering ache in his groin and tingling in his hands and feet. All he really felt was desperately alone. Morgan was watching her own drink now, instead of him. Finally he managed, "I'm not sure that would be appropriate."

Morgan met his gaze and leaned in, "Think of it as two people meeting at a pub. I find you attractive. If you found me attractive, and it's all consensual, then how is it inappropriate?"

Snape peered into her eyes, and easily slipped into her mind. None of the familiar fantasies were there. All he could see was earnestness and...worry? That little worm niggling in your gut that he recognized as apprehension; maybe even fear of rejection?

Two strangers meeting in a bar.

He realized how close her face was. She began to pull back, but Snape caught her cheek in his hand. In an instant Severus' lips were crashing against hers. It was sloppier than he had imagined, but then he was a little drunk. Or, had she just pictured him better? He began to pull back, but Morgan pushed forward. The second kiss was softer. She was soft and sweet and when Snape finally pulled back he found her eyes dark and shining.

He remembered paying quickly, refusing to argue with Morgan about the tab. They were hurrying down the street, with Severus' arm around Morgan's shoulder and her arm around his waist, as Morgan asked him about preferences and safety. Severus almost smiled at her practicality. The two paused once they were in Morgan's room.

Snape hesitated, fiddling with his shirt sleeves. "Morgan," he began.

"Don't think about it."

He looked up and found her just as nervous as he was. She was pressed against the door, adjusting and readjusting her jumper. Severus reached out and pulled her into him. He held her face and bent down to kiss her.

He didn't think of her as a student for the moment. Instead, he thought about how often he dreamed of this for the past year. During those especially lonely nights, when Snape recalled those fantasies, he added some of his own. And he always started with a kiss. He had never realized how much Morgan's attraction had meant.

He parted his lips and Morgan tentatively slipped her tongue between them. He groaned and pressed closer to her, his tongue delving to taste every part of her mouth. Her hands tangled in his hair. Severus pulled back to breath, and ran a thumb across Morgan's reddened lips.

Morgan gripped Snape's collar and pulled him close, "Can I call you Severus?"

"Yes," his voice was raspy.

Their lips pressed together again, and a sudden heat ripped through Snape. He felt a jolt in his stomach and groin and reached his hands under Morgan's jumper. They fumbled together towards the bed, kicking off their shoes. Severus managed to remove Morgan's jumper and shirt as she wiggled out of her pants.

She lay back on the bed in plain underwear, breathing heavily and brushing her hair from her face. Severus began unbuttoning his shirt as he drank in the sight of her. Before he could finish undoing his clothing, he bent down and kissed her. His lips trailed down her jaw and latched onto the sensitive areas on her neck. When he was satisfied with her groans, he positioned himself between her legs.

From his sleeve, he pulled his wand and waved his clothes away to the floor, impatient, and tossed his wand into the pile as well. Morgan's breathing hitched. Severus wasn't sure how to feel with Morgan's eyes looking over his form. She smiled and thrusted against him a little.

Now bare, he was pressed against her core, his skin hot against hers. His hands moved from her stomach up to her breasts and neck. When his thumb brushed her lips again, she took it into her mouth and sucked it lightly, holding his gaze as she did.

When his hands trailed back down her body, they grazed her hips and she bucked toward him again. He hooked his thumbs into her underwear and slid them down. She raised her legs to assist, and when they were finally off, she spread herself wide, hands rubbing down her own thighs.

Severus pressed the head of himself against her and ran it up and down along her soaking entrance, paying particular attention to when her breathing changed.

"Severus," she moaned. His prick twitched at the sound of her voice, "Fuck me."

Severus aligned himself and leaned forward to kiss her. There was slight resistance at first, but he rolled his hips and was soon buried inside her. Her hands were in his hair again and his mouth near her ear. His hot breath as he groaned her name sent a tingle from her stomach to her toes.

He went slowly at first, but the wetter she got the more he craved friction, until he was going at a brutal pace. Morgan was soft, but firm beneath him, tilting her hips up to meet each one of his thrusts.

He was watching her face when her eyes opened. She smiled up at him and moved her hands over his temples, brushing back the hair from his face.

Then she was tilting her head back again and her muscles clenched so tightly around his member that it caused his movement to stutter. He moved slowly, reveling in the pulse of her walls around him. When she seemed to relax into the pillows he thrusted faster. She was moaning again, her hands tangling in her own hair. Severus' thrusts became more erratic, until he pressed as deep as he could into her, emptying himself into her. Severus thrusted a few more times, before slowly extricating himself.

He made to move, but Morgan wrapped her arms around him, and tangled their legs together. Her hands found the sides of his face and she brought her lips up to meet his, leaving several, gentle kisses in succession. Only when she was finished did she allow him to roll off of her.

He lay there for a moment, wondering what to say or do. But, Morgan tucked herself next to him, her arm across his chest. His arm slipped its way around her. Oddly serene, he drifted easily into sleep.

When he awoke, it was still dark outside, and Morgan was straddling him. Her head was bent down to him, peppering his throat and chin with small kisses.

"Morgan?" He propped himself up on his elbows, his voice gruff from sleep. Morgan sat up, her fingers gently grazing his chest and nipples. Then the warmth hit him. She was hot and slick pressed against his rising member. Her hips pressed down onto him.

"May I?" She whispered.

Severus dropped back against the pillows and rubbed at his face. Finally he nodded, his hands creeping their way up her thighs beneath the covers. Morgan lifted, and then he was suddenly enveloped in wet heat. Severus groaned; gripping Morgan's hips, he followed her motions as she rocked on top of him.

Their breathing was loud and labored. After a while, Severus felt like the room was just too hot. As if he had voiced his concern aloud, Morgan had whipped the blanket off them, letting the cool air rush against their skin.

Severus watched, entranced, as Morgan bounced and ground into him. He felt her pulsing heat getting tighter and she pressed herself against him, her mouth near his ear. Now he could clearly hear her small groans.

"Morgan, I'm very close," Snape managed to say. There was a strangled gasp as Morgan's hips snapped up, pressing hard into him. Her thighs clenched around him and she made a deep sound of satisfaction. Snape's fingers dug into her skin as he finished, spilling into her with stuttering thrusts and a groan.

They stayed that way until their breathing evened out, and Morgan sat up to look at him. Her fingers traced from his temples down to his waist, leaving intricate designs against his skin. She felt his cock twitch inside her.

"Again?" Severus was almost sheepish.

Morgan's breath hitched. It was the first time she had really seen him smile.


In the morning, Severus woke to find Morgan watching him. She had fallen asleep the same as before, tucked next to him, and seemed to fit impossibly well there.

"Did you sleep?" Severus asked.

"Very well. What about you?" Severus just smiled. "You don't snore," Morgan added.

Severus closed his eyes again, revelling in Morgan's warmth. His arm was around her, and his fingers ran over the small of her back.

"Would you like to shower with me?"

Severus opened his eyes and found Morgan still smiling up at him. He just nodded, and after a bit of kissing and kneading, Morgan was pulling him out of the sheets and into the bathroom.

His morning erection made short work of Morgan, pressed against the shower tile. Severus wasn't really sure what to do next, but gave his permission when Morgan asked to shower them both.

It involved far more work than Snape was used to, but he quickly eased into the feeling of Morgan's fingers working through his hair and thoroughly scrubbing along his body. Whatever she did to him, she did to herself immediately after, including tucking him into a robe to relax with her on the bed with some brunch trays.

But, it wasn't long before they were naked and tangled in the sheets again.

In the growing evening, with Morgan pressed against his front, dozing, Snape realized the coziness of the situation. How could he possibly deserve this? How could he be doing this? He smiled and pulled Morgan in closer. Yet, the realization felt intrusive somehow. What was wrong with it?

He remembered Dumbledore's letter.

He waited a few more minutes, mulling over his thoughts, until he felt Morgan completely relax. He slipped out of bed, dressed, and quietly left.

At home, he found a note from Morgan in his coat pocket. He tucked it into a book on his night stand, and left the room.

Between preparing for the upcoming school year and doing Dumbledore's odds and ends, it was days before Snape fully settled into his bed for some late-night reading. He had forgotten the note and was surprised when it fell from his book.

He traced the lettering with his fingers. He couldn't invite Morgan into his life, but he held onto the note anyway, tucked into his personal journals.


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.