** I apologize in advance for the grammar and spelling mistakes you will surely find...

The punishment - 8

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Minerva

When I regained consciousness I didn't know where I was. Darkness was the only thing I could see but I knew I was lying on a bed and I could feel the nakedness of my body under some soft sheets.
Where were my clothes? Where was I?
Making some memory I remembered going into Amycus Carrow's private chambers on the morning to have a few words with him about his threats. I had knocked his door noisily and he'd let me in kindly, too kindly for a Death Eater. I remembered using some vulgar language and branding my wand towards him as he watched me like if I was some circus show. I was really angry because he'd dared frightening my children with harming me, which he had no right to do... Him and his sister were not only being unfair and dictatorial in running the school, but were now taking personal and irrational battles in the middle. I made it clear to him that I was down there to put an end to that, and that he could rather chose to dialogue with me or fight.
He'd taken out his wand and attacked me. I defended myself and shot back. We dueled destroying every furniture in the room until I was hit by a stunning spell coming from my back. The last thing I remembered seeing before collapsing the ground on my left hand, was Alecto standing at the door frame.
Fearing the worst, I guessed I still was in Amycus' chambers, in his bed, under his sheets, naked and wandless... so I could only leave the sooner the best.
I sat up on the bed and my left wrist ached... it was then that I realized it was bandaged. Taking the bed sheets with me to cover my nudity, I walked towards the thin line of light coming from under the room's door and stepped into a small corridor with two other doors, one in from of me, one at my left. I tried this one first and I guessed right, I was now in a living area with a lighted fireplace, a couch, a round dinner table with four purple french chairs and a small kitchen. I knew where I was now, and that wasn't Carrow's private chamber, it was the Headmaster's.
Trying to concentrate on going back to my bedroom rather than thinking of how I'd got there, I walked towards the door that would take me to the spiral staircase and down to the Headmaster's office, but it was locked.
Dumbledore had never locked his rooms before, he always said that anyone who knew the gargoyle's password was welcome up there.
I tried a few wandless spells in vain and then I heard a snoring and I realized there was someone sleeping in the couch near the fire. It was Severus (Who else could it be?), curled up in the small couch, sleeping on his dayly clothes, using his right arm as a pillow and resting his left arm on his tight. He wouldn't move an inch, and if it wasn't because he snored from time to time, I'd said he was dead rather than resting.
He looked peaceful, even happy... he really didn't look like someone able to harm another person, but I knew he had.
His wand lied on the tea table, next to an empty glass that was still giving off a strong smell of whisky. I took the wooden instrument and once more, I failed on unlocking the door; so I went back to the couch, and standing behind it, I took the Headmaster back from his dreams tipping his shoulder with his wand.
"Wha-..." he muttered sleepily as he looked around and back at me, waking up... "Minerva..." he whispered my name as he sat up on the couch, "... is that my wand?" he asked.
"I only need you to open the door, I really want to go back to my bedroom..." I said clear and dry.
"That won't happen..." he stood up, took the empty glass from the tea table and passed through me to take it to the kitchen sink, not caring about me carrying his wand.
"I mean it, Severus... I had a hard day so don't try me..." I threatened.
"You had a hard day?" he raised his voice approaching me and I found myself stepping backwards to avoid him, "I woke up thinking you were safely out of the school only to find out you had been irresponsible enough to go after Carrow..." his voice was louder at every step he made and, if I didn't know better, I'd say he was upset... "Do you have any idea how you endangered yourself this morning?!" he yelled at me and he thumped the dinner table with his fist as I felt the cold stone wall at my back, "Damn it, Minerva! Didn't you learn anything after getting punished?"
There it was, the Severus from these last months... reminding me of those humiliating minutes of my life.
"Indeed, I learnt what a hypocrite you are..." I said and the expression on his face changed, "At one moment you're trying to convince me to ask for mercy or run away, and at the other you're branding your wand against me... Just like you did with Albus..." my voice broke but I held my tears, with my left harmed hand I was trying to keep the bed sheets in place, with my right hand I was pointing at him with his wand, "he trusted you, but you killed him coldly... I'll never forgive you for that..."

SEVERUS

In her words there's something else, something hidden that I can't read... I stare at her eyes and step closer, but she stiffens her arm and I know she'll attack me if I move. We're just some feet apart.
"You should get dressed, you have clean clothes in the bedroom," I say, "I asked the houselves to bring them." Albus has never been a good conversation theme for us... even when he was alive we'd have opposite opinions about his ideas, his ways, his decisions...
"How did I got here?" she asks not taking my wand down.
"Longbottom told me you'd gone to fetch Carrow so we came down to the dungeons to find you... I found you unconscious on his bed..." I see the fear on her eyes and I must tell her the truth, "He hadn't touch you, I got Poppy to examine you... but you were covered in bruises so she had to remove your clothes to apply a healing lotion..." her expression softened.
"I guess I must thank you, Headmaster," I could feel the displeasure on her tone.
"You owe me nothing," I reassured her.
"Of course I don't," she said, "you lashed me, and now you saved me, we're even..." I couldn't help but smirk at her remark and she glared at me.
"Do you find me funny, professor Snape?" she says with a sarcastic formality.
"Only sometimes, professor McGonagall..." I reply.
"I'll go get dress and when I come back you'll unlock that door for me..." she said back to the threatening tone.
"I told you already, that won't happen," I insisted.
"Open that door," she demanded not moving the wand an inch. With a quick move and trying not to hurt her, I stepped forwards and disarmed her. We were now close enough to feel each other's hearts beating fast.

Minerva

I wasn't expecting him to try disarming me and he moved very fast. I startled, my left hand ached and the bed clothes that were covering me felt to the ground... I was now nude between the wall and him.
I opened my eyes wildly and he glanced down to get a peek of my naked body.
"You should get dressed," he said avoiding my eyes.
"If I'm going to be your prisoner you shouldn't be ashamed of seeing me naked..." I regretted those words the same moment they came out loud.
"Trust me, I am anything, but ashamed, professor," he came even closer, and I didn't know why until I found myself trapped between the wall and his erection. Oh my... He put his wand in his pocket and took his lips to my neck, he smelled my hair and draw a line of kisses from my throat to my shoulder, "please, ask me to stop..." he begged me, but I didn't move an inch.

WARNING: Don't read further if you're under-age or you think this will affect your sensibility...

He placed his warm hands on my waist and brushed his fingers slowly up to by breast, massaging them as his lips left small kisses on them. Suddenly, using his indexes and thumbs he pinched my nipples and I groaned, not in pain, but in pleasure and he kept massaging me.
Softly, he grabbed both my and pulled my hands above my head... I didn't struggle, though I did groan because of my aching wrist. With his left hand, he kept my hands pinned against the wall while his right hand caressed my left arm in its way down, tickling me. It massaged my breasts again, harder and then draw a line down from my neckline, to my navel, and from there, to my sex.
"Please, say me no..." once again, he implored me, but I was speechless, overwhelmed by how good his touch felt.
His fingers began to rub my clitoris as his teeth bite my ear lobe softly, and he kept leaving small kisses all the way down to the side of my neck as he increased the speed of his fingers movements. I moaned when my mouth suddenly was assaulted by his... he kissed me in a starving way and then he sweetly bite my lower lip as two of his fingers filled me.
Oh! The feelings was unexpected and delightful... He kept them inside me, pulling them up in, even making my feet abandon the safe feeling of the cold ground for a moment.
He took them out and raised them up to the level of his eyes... they were covered on a clear liquid that he smelled and I blushed...
Not letting go of my hands, he took them down and we turned around and he made me step back until my backside felt the table edge. I gazed at him, not daring to say a word, afraid that if I opened my mouth I'd made him stop.
I could still feel his erection on my tight as pulled me back so I'd lie on the table facing the ceiling. I was completely naked and he was completely dressed. He let go of my hands and I watched him unbutton his trousers under his clothes and making them fall to the ground.
Maybe it was because of the long time it had been since the last time I'd seen a man naked, but his erection looked huge to me... too big to find place inside me. I opened my eyes wildly, jaw opened, as he faced me and placed his hands on my knees. He separated my legs apart and for a slight moment I thought on stopping him but then I realized it was too late for that and before I could prepare my self, he had already made his way in.
I groaned.
His hands brushed my thighs as he moved in and out in a slow pattern. That was a something I hadn't enjoyed for a long time... too long.
He grabbed held my hands and with a neat movement, he made me sit up on the table without stopping his in and out pattern. Now we were chest to chest, me naked, him still dressed. He took my hands to my back and his left hand made sure they would stay there as his right hand grabbed the table strongly, not to lose his balance. His lips came back to my neck, which they'd neglected for a long while, and began to kiss it softly, drawing a line from my throat to my shoulder as he increased his rhythm.
At this point, he used his right hand to keep me still and I didn't thought I could take it anymore. I buried my head between his shoulder and his neck and bite his clothes to silence a cry and bear the overwhelming amount of pleasure as I climaxed and he found his release and emptied himself inside me.
Oh...
He let go of my hands and we stayed like that for a moment, panting, chest to chest, with my legs around his thighs, my head on his shoulder and his on mine.
"You should get dressed," he said moving apart, pulling his trousers up and avoiding to look at me.
"Will you let me go after?" I asked standing up and taking the bedclothes from the ground to cover myself back, thought... there was no reason for that anymore.
"No."

TO BE CONTINUED...

A/N: I'm sorry for those who didn't want this to be a MM/SS love story... when I began writing it I wasn't sure of how it would go...