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).


Severus couldn't remember the last time he had woken up feeling so refreshed. Morgan was curled beside him, still asleep, and he took a moment to revel in the warmth of their bodies beneath the covers. He turned, brushed Morgan's hair from her face, and kissed her forehead.

She had been at Hogwarts for almost three weeks now, and he was getting very used to waking up in her bed. There was a large window behind Morgan, where the rising sun could peek through and bathe them in golden-pink light. On nearly every other side of the bed were the bookshelves; Severus felt pleasantly boxed in - their own small, private corner.

Morgan began to stir beside him. Severus had quickly found that she was not really a morning person on most days, and smiled down as her face scrunched against the growing light. She muttered something and pushed against his chest.

Severus took her hand and kissed her knuckles, "What was that?"

"You need to get ready," she repeated, "Your morning class."

Severus cursed as he sprung from bed. He had left his clothes in the parlor area and had to shuffle quickly across the cold stone to retrieve them. He dressed with a wave of his wand, but seemed to be missing his cloak.

"Here," Morgan was saying. Severus turned to find her with a thick quilt wrapped around her, and his cloak in hand. He stopped for a moment - completely dazed. He wanted to etch the look of the disheveled, grouchy, yawning Morgan into his memory.

He thanked her as he took his cloak and pulled her into him, a mass of quilted fluff. He took her face in his hands and kissed her, "I'll see you tonight?"

Morgan nodded, gave him a kiss on the cheek, and went straight back to bed.

Outside of the portrait, Severus composed himself. He couldn't help but feel a little more lively with Morgan around, but once he entered the Great Hall for breakfast every morning, he felt himself slipping into his sneering, loathsome self.

He'd keep it up until after dinner, but then when he was alone with Morgan in his office afterwards, the facade would always fall away.

That evening, he was deeply engrossed in preparing a lesson when Morgan arrived. "I'll just be a few more moments." he said in greeting. They would chat a little, then retire to Morgan's room for the night.

However, Morgan seemed to have other plans that day. She came around Snape's desk to watch over his shoulder. Snape ignored her, until she disappeared from his view and he felt her unbuckling his pants. He looked down at his lap, and saw Morgan on her knees beneath his desk. She smiled up at him as she brought out his quickly growing member.

"Morgan, please, I'm almost finished."

She kissed him once on the tips of his glans, before taking him into her mouth. Severus groaned as he felt her mouth tighten around him; her cheeks hollowing and her tongue slippery as she began to bob her head.

When he was fully erect and throbbing in her mouth, he finally dropped his quill and collapsed back into his chair. But once he did, Morgan stopped and stood up. With her between him and his desk, Severus finally noticed that she was wearing a jumper and a very short, pleated skirt. It wasn't the student uniform, but he understood the sentiment. She hopped up onto his desk and spread her legs, her feet propped up on the wood.

Severus turned beet red; Morgan wasn't wearing any underwear. She pulled up the front of her jumper to reveal her bare breasts.

Severus reached out to rub his thumb along Morgan's sex. He hooked his arms around her legs and pulled closer, burying his face into her. His tongue slipped around her folds before plunging into her heat. His thumb massaged her clit as her hands held him in place.

She groaned, "Mhn, Professor Snape…"

"Morgan…" He pulled away, wiping his mouth on his sleeve.

"You have to let me live out at least one student-teacher fantasy," she grinned, "Come on, Professor."

With a sigh, Severus got up and pressed the head of his cock against Morgan's slick entrance. "I want you to know, I find it in poor taste," he said, sliding into her.

He didn't want to admit it, but as Morgan moaned beneath him, and he pushed her further into his desk, he could almost see the appeal. Although, he couldn't bring himself to look at the skirt anymore, instead keeping busy with his tongue at Morgan's nipples and his mind on his rhythm.

Morgan was asking him to go harder, and as he did, the table squeaked beneath them. The sound of it echoed in the room along with his breathing and Morgan's small groans and affirmations. When she began to get more explicit with where she wanted Severus to finish, he knew she was close.

He usually liked to kiss her when they finished, but chose to admire her gripping the desk and meeting his thrusts with her own. He felt the convulsions of her walls slow, and when he removed himself, watched the mixture of their fluids leak onto his desk - and onto his lesson plan. Yes, he could almost see the appeal of the fetish.

But, he thought it was having Morgan in such a comfortable space, and not the idea that she was once his student, that was so arousing. The age gap still left him uneasy.

Morgan sat up and pulled Severus close, giving him a deep kiss. Severus' hands caressed her back and his tongue wrestled in Morgan's mouth.

"We've made a mess of my work, Morgan."

"I'll help you clean it up," Morgan kissed the corner of his mouth, "But maybe we should go again first?"

Severus chuckled, "Just one more time. I really do need to finish this."


The next evening, Morgan came in her usual attire, but she still had that mischievous glint in her eyes. Before she could sneak behind his desk, Severus had snatched her up and settled her onto his lap.

"You'll stay there until I'm finished."

"And, what do I get for agreeing to that?"

Snape took up his quill and scribbled a note on a student's parchment, "I'll let you see my room."

Morgan smiled, "I thought no one was allowed there?"

"I'm making an exception, because I can't be bothered to walk up all those stairs tonight."

Pleased with the idea, Morgan settled more comfortably in Severus' lap and read over what he was working on. She tapped at a line on the parchment, "This student put the wrong latin name for this plant."

Severus was quick to correct it, and took Morgan's advice when she pointed out any error. She also chimed in on work she found well done, but Severus seemed to ignore that.

On another paper, Morgan tapped at a page again, "This paragraph is exceptionally well written."

"Is there any error?"

"No, but you should make a note of it. It encourages students."

Severus scoffed, "I've never been known to be encouraging."

"That isn't what I remember. You used to leave at least a little note, 'Not bad', 'Acceptable', 'Nearly passable'. That's fairly encouraging coming from you."

Severus sneered and pulled out another scroll.

"Is it because it was Potter?"

Severus froze. He knew Morgan was staring at him, but he trained his eyes on his desk.

"I don't know what you mean."

"You just seem a little more prejudiced than I remember."

Severus let out a loud sigh and with a tap of his wand, rolled the scrolls neatly away. "I think that's enough for one night." He rose quickly, with Morgan stumbling from his lap.

When Severus disappeared behind a bookcase, she hesitated before following him. The bookshelf melted away behind her, only to be replaced with stone walls. She was in a tight, dark corridor, and she could just make out Snape's billowing robes as he strode away.

She took her time, watching Snape stop at a landscape portrait, mutter something, and quickly hustle through as it opened. Light spilled out from the hidden space and flooded the dark passageway. As Morgan stepped through the portrait, she said,

"Severus, I didn't mean any offense by it. You're a good instructor, but you aren't giving certain students their due. That Granger, for example, deserved a better grade, I think. You grade some of them far more harshly."

Severus had hung his robe and was now kneeling, poking at the fireplace, pointedly ignoring her. Morgan glanced around and was a little taken aback at the sheer amount of books in the space. Every wall seemed to be just shelves stacked with books and scrolls. The furniture was austere in this front room, and Morgan could infer that the two doors at the back would lead to similarly spartan quarters.

"Those students received the grades they deserved." Snape muttered.

"I respectfully disagree. You seemed to overlook some things for the Slytherin work. It makes me think I wasn't as good a Potions student as I thought, if you were favoring your own house."

Snape quickly stood and strode over to Morgan, "I didn't invite you here to have my work criticized. My work, mind you, Wallis." Severus was only a few inches from Morgan, glaring down at her.

"If you're so confident, you should be able to take a bit of criticism, Professor Snape."

"I may not be confident in a great many things, but I'll pride myself on being Potions Master here, not you."

"Then maybe being Potions Master isn't what I thought it was. I thought it meant you would help teach Potions. Don't think I haven't noticed how you talk to your students. Especially that Potter boy. As if he hasn't been through enough?"

"Well what about what I've had to go through? Haven't I been through enough just to be -" Severus hadn't realized he had been shouting until he saw Morgan's wide-eye expression. He stood there, frozen over her, his face slowly falling back into its usual lines.

He could remember the last time he yelled like this. It was at Lily, out of that same anger. Hadn't he been through enough? He'd endured years of being pushed out and away, only for Lily to finally shove him over that precipice. Couldn't Lily understand?

And then years more of watching her drift away, dying, leaving this son behind that he couldn't help but remember James. Everything he did was for Lily. Couldn't Morgan understand that? But then how would Morgan possibly know? He never said a thing to her. She didn't know anything about him. And he didn't know her.

Looking down at her now, he saw that same indignation, that anger flaring up from something she deeply believed in. She was standing up for something she thought he was. Hadn't Lily done the same? All these years he could never bring himself to blame...himself?

"I," Snape began, but his voice was raspy, his throat dry. He licked his lips, "I want to tell you, Morgan."

He stopped himself. He couldn't open up to her. He wanted to. But his forearm itched. It almost burned as if reminding him how dangerous it was. The world may have forgotten, but he remembered. He kept it settled deep in his memory, close to his very being. It was who he was.

He didn't realize he was on his knees, until Morgan had drawn him close to her body. His head nestled in her arms, just beneath her chest.

"You don't have to push yourself that hard," she was saying. Her voice was soft, but when Severus looked up at her, her eyes still held fire.

That night, Severus slept with Morgan holding him; her smaller frame pressed against his back and her arms encircled around him. It was a wholly different intimacy that he couldn't quite place, but melted into.

For the following week, Morgan continued to meet him in the Potions classroom. She would sit with him and go over papers, and he took any suggestion for errors or encouraging notes that Morgan offered. They would congress in his room, have tea by the fire, retire to his room, and he would wake up with her beside him, until the day came when Morgan's project seemed to be finished.

On their last night, Severus took his time; he breathed Morgan in as much as he could and tried to memorize every curve of her body and any small blemish, birth-mark, or unique feature he could. Their bodies moved together so carefully, Severus almost dared to call it love-making.

She left him with a kiss and a smile. When Severus went to his personal storeroom later that day, he saw that the boomslang skin hadn't been refilled; and he felt he would never see her again.


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.