Chapter 11

Purple Haze

Darkness surrounds me in the potion master's office, subtle light barely coming through the one window with thick glass. The winter afternoon can't be called too bright, even with all the pure white snow outside, usually at this time of year, sundown starts early. I stand awkwardly near the entrance, the wine still not giving clearance to my mind for sobering up, and as I look around in the room, the objects' and furniture's edges are still blurry. I'm leaned onto the wall behind me, I need some kind of stability for my slightly spinning vision, panting softly in the colder dungeon air. Snape lights a bigger candle in the middle of his round desk, and walks over to one of his shelves with vials and bottles, taking a slim one off, containing a purple liquid. Returning to his table, the professor beckons to me with his index finger, a barely noticeable smirk on his mouth; there's something playful but also extremely hot about this gesture of his. I imagine all the places that finger could caress and tease, and I feel my heartbeat picking up the pace. After I manage to push my body away from the wall, I step in front of him with hazy eyes, absolutely enjoying his handsomeness lit by the small flame, the shadow of his hair dancing on his face.

"This will help you sober up in a few seconds. I must warn you, it has quite the horrible taste, so I suggest gulping it down in one go." he informs me softly, handing the bottle to me. I don't take it from his hand, just eye the purple drink suspiciously, then I pull a disgusted grimace as I imagine the unpleasant taste it must have. I don't want to drink this. Professor, I would rather drink two gallons of water in one sitting, thank you very much.

"That wouldn't be too effective." he says with a half-smile. Huh? Oh yeah, he read my mind. "Water is not going to save you from a hangover, however, this will." Snape continues, still holding the bottle in front of my face. I'm still not enthusiastic on drinking the potion, mainly because I'm starting to feel sick after the world's constant spinning, and I feel, the moment that thing touches my tongue, I may vomit. And that is an absolute no-go in front of Snape. I make a whining sound as I contort my face in disgust again. The potioner tuts, and lowers his hand to his side in defeat.

"Come now, you're not a child anymore. Or would you prefer suffering until your body cleanses itself naturally?" he raises an eyebrow at me like a true professor, and I open my mouth to say something, but change my mind midway, clasping my palm over my mouth as a hiccup forces itself up my throat. Snape lets out a soft chuckle, then his eyes light up for a second.

"I have an idea. Do you trust me?" he asks as he gently encircles his hand around my forearm. I nod, my hand still covering my mouth, looking up to him with an innocent-curious gaze. The potion master pulls me tenderly towards him, then switching our places, he pushes my lower back into the desk's edge, towering over me, trapping my body between the desk and his body. My heart races in my chest as I eye his every move, the proximity making the dizzy feeling worse. My breathing speeds up, as he raises the slim bottle again with a smug face. He takes out the stopper from the bottle, and pours the purple liquid in his mouth, then cupping my face in one hand, he swiftly connects our lips. I'm taken aback by his move, not able to react. Slithering fingers pinch my jaw, making me part my lips, exactly what the bat is waiting for, and he transfers the awful tasting potion into my mouth. I'm forced to swallow the horrid liquid down, squeezing my eyes shut in strong aversion in the process, a shiver running through my body as a response.

He was right, the brew makes its effect in just a few seconds, clearing my head almost immediately. But all of its work is in vain, when I'm overwhelmed yet again by another type of haziness, more specifically the soft and ineffably erotic caresses made by Snape's tongue. As if coming to rescue my poor mouth from the atrocious taste, he blesses me with his heavenly aroma, the kiss sweeter than sugar mixed in honey, his musky scent I so adore filling my nostrils, and in just a few seconds, I forget I ever had to swallow something bad. He explores my mouth excruciatingly slow, while running his hand through my hair in a gentle manner, slightly tilting my head to gain better access. His other hand snakes its way to my back, leaning me back more, as our osculation becomes more heated, the soft squelching sounds and little guttural noises driving me to the brink of madness. Knickers soaked through, I gain a dot of boldness and guide my hands to his chest, feeling him up; I can't believe this moment, as I realize this is the first time, I'm touching him in this way. His muscles are a bit lean but firm, I run my fingers down his stomach, using ghostly touches as I feel out his hip bones, applying pressure on them, then kneading his skin through the cassock as I rub my way up to his back, where I forcefully grasp the cloth with both hands. I press our bodies together more, pulling him closer with my grip, and I moan into the heated tongue-dance melting us.

This triggers a quite unexpected reaction from the potion master, he breaks our kiss, reaches under my arms, and lifts me up to sit on the desk, then forcing himself between my knees he attacks my lips with renewed vigor and burning desire. I simply can't get enough of his taste, the feeling of his fingers over my neck, under my ear, eliciting a shudder and a gasp from my throat, him pulling slightly on my hair with his grasp, taking care not to cause pain, but enough to show who is in control. He bites my lower lip, while sliding his other hand over my waist and then taking a hold of my bottom. I let out a hearty whimper, I feel like a prey in a snake's trap, his black, half-lidded eyes hypnotizing me into submission, but I don't mind it for a single second. Locking my legs around his hip, his crotch is brought flush into mine, and I can clearly feel his hardness through the now tight trousers. The minor friction caused by this move makes my breath hitch in my throat, and he takes advantage of my momentary weakness, invading my neck with his wet flesh, provoking a cry of pleasure from me. I could cum just from the heat and friction he provides with each tantalizing grind of his hips, something I didn't even notice he started. If he just pulled my knickers to the side and freed himself, I could immediately be impaled on his rock-hard member…

"Ah, professor…" I moan into the now steamy atmosphere, wanting nothing more than to be taken by him right here and now. However, he takes a quick glance at me in shock, like a child nabbed doing something naughty, and tears himself out of my embrace, hurrying over to the fireplace and standing with his back turned to me. His breathing is uneven, and he places a fist on the wall above the hearth, slouching forward, trying to steady himself. My chest his filled with concern, maybe I did something wrong to make him react like this?

"Professor, what's the matter?" I ask him quietly, my heart heavy with the thought that I scared him off with something. Or worse, maybe I awakened regret in him.

"I think…I think it's best if you return to your dorm now." Oh no. Please don't feel regret. Please, Merlin, don't let him have regrets about this. There's heavy tension in the air coming from Snape, and a small lump forms in my throat as I try to swallow. His eyes are squeezed shut with a deep frown, I fear he might have second thoughts about what we just did, and I can't help but enjoy the incredible vibrations still flowing under my skin wherever he touched me. I place my feet back on the floor and straighten my clothes, thinking, right now, there's no place for arguments. This is a very open and vulnerable moment for him, where he has to weigh his feelings about what happened between us in the last few minutes, and if I say anything, I might ruin the process, or implant ideas that are unwanted. I have to let him marinate in the words from the picnic and in the happenings of the last few moments, and wait patiently for his answer. So, I take my picnic basket, and walk towards the door, but I turn back before leaving.

"Please tell me one thing. Are you alright?" I'm honestly concerned about his wellbeing, both mentally and physically.

"Yes, everything is in order. Just… give me time to think." he sighs rubbing his eyes with his fingers, and I step out with a slightly easier feeling in my chest.

Thoughts are racing in my brain as I approach my dorm, and concern starts to eat at me when I enter the common room. Those few minutes spent on his table with his body between my legs felt like heaven, and I desperately want to experience it again, but I'm also aware that he has some serious sorting to do now. My mind became more accepting of seducing him, until now I had remorse about pulling him into the gutter. But as time passes and I experience new things with Snape, I slowly start to succumb to my desire and the goal of making him crazy about me starts to become clear in my head. This might look really bad from the outside, but pure feelings of want and need are behind it.

"Are you okay? Why are you standing there in the doorway?" Drax's voice pulls me out of my thoughts, and as I glance up at him, his face gives me a confused look.

"Yes, uh… I was just lost in my thoughts, that's all." I say awkwardly, and make my way to the couch, throwing myself on it. Drax eyes me up and down, and takes a seat next to me with a serious look.

"Out with it. What happened?"

Running my hands through my hair I sigh loudly.

"I went on a picnic with him in the greenhouse. Everything was super lovely, we had an amazing time, the discussion was flowing perfectly. Then I drank more than I wanted to, and I got a bit drunk."

"Oh, Merlin, I hope you didn't say something stupid…" he puts his hand on his chest with a surprised expression.

"No, I mean, not too stupid. I couldn't control my mouth, and I asked him why would it be that bad to start an affair with me." I whisper, afraid that someone might hear us, even though the dorm was empty.

"Oh dear…" he gasps, and caresses my arm in attempt to soothe me.

"It's not over yet. He didn't answer, just invited me in his office to give me a sobering potion, where… well, we started making out. And it got hot. Very hot." I give him a suggestive glance, and he opens his mouth in awe, covering it with his hand.

"Did you…?" he asks quietly.

"No. But only a thread separated us from it." I let my head fall back onto the backrest, the sweltering images coming back to me, and only now do I notice, that I need a change of underwear.

"So why do you feel uneasy then?"

"Because he stopped midway, and tore himself away from me, like I was a poisonous plant or something. I understand that he faces much bigger risk with this than me, but for the love of Merlin, if you start something, might as well finish it!" I say in a whining tone, and Drax breaks out with laughter.

"So, you're frustrated because he didn't get you off?" his glee brings a smile on my bitter face too, and soon we're both laid back on the couch laughing. When we regain our composure a bit, I speak, wiping the tear formed in my eye.

"It's alright. I understand his situation, and I will not rush him into anything. I wouldn't want him to be fired because of me. But Drax, believe me when I say, I couldn't be happier, now that I saw how he reacts to me. And contrary to what everyone believes, I seriously doubt he's a moody virgin, based on how he handled me in his office." I bite my lip at the thought of his hands all over me and the expert way he used his tongue to bring me close to insanity. Not to mention the fact that he finally opened up for me a little, which gives me even more reason to be cheerful.

"Well, in two days, we have the small Yule dinner, I'm sure there will be mistletoes placed all over the castle." Drax says with a wink, and I just chuckle at his suggestion.

It's December 24, early morning. Before I even open my eyes, my owl flies in through the open window, dropping a package wrapped in brown paper on my bed, the impact waking us up with Drax. We agreed to move Drax in my bedroom for the holidays, so that I don't stay alone, nobody is going to check us anyways. My roommates went home for Yule, so I had two beds to offer him. I take the package and throw the blanket off myself with excitement, running to the desk in the middle of the room. Drax comes up behind me with a big yawn, and rubbing his eyes, looking at the mysterious object on the table. Taking out a pocket knife from my trunk, I rush back to my wrapped-up gift.

"How the hell do you get post this early? And why today? We aren't supposed to get presents until tomorrow morning." he says placing a hand on his hip.

"Because this is not my present." I say with a grin, cutting the tie over the wrapping, and tearing the paper away, revealing an old-looking emerald green book, with a hooded black silhouette pointing a wand upwards on its cover, a silver king cobra resting on the person's shoulder, gorgeous silver calligraphy spelling out the title.

"Holy fucking shit…" gasps Drax behind me in awe, as he reads the words, 'The art of darkness' by Salazar Slytherin.

"Mmhmm." I hum with a proud face, looking at my achievement. I have to thank my parents tenfold for obtaining this.

"But… how? There are only three copies in the world! Not even Hogwarts possesses one! I heard it's a suicide mission if you want to put your hands on one of the copies, Salazar hid them so well! And only his descendants were able to decipher the clues to the location!" exclaims my friend, as he comes closer, not daring to touch the book, as if it could bite his hand off.

"Yes, I know. In the past, my father had a good friend, they graduated together from Hogwarts, but the guy turned to the dark side and became a death eater. They live near our town. The big grey mansion, you remember?" he nods. "One day, when dad got an alert about death eaters attacking the ministry, he was fighting those bastards, but the guy's wife got badly hurt. The woman was innocent, she was working in the ministry, and she got involved in the crossfire involuntarily. My dad took her to mom, who saved her life, putting the family in our debt. The guy said to my dad, that in honor of their past friendship, and as a thanks for saving his wife's life, we can ask him a single favor anytime, whatever that might be, and he will do it. Their family was a descendant of Slytherin, so his wife came up to mom one day that her husband came back all bloody from a mission, and he brought back a weird book with him, which he highly valued, and didn't allow her to touch it. She came for help, and mom gave her some ointment and let her off. That's when I knew they had one of the books. So, I wrote to my parents, that I want that book as a present. And my dad collected his debt from them." I say with a shit-eating grin plastered on my face.

"Crazy…" he breathes, eyeing the book in amazement.

"Of course, I had to convince dad that I have no bad intentions with the book, and I don't want to secretly become a dark witch, but it was worth the wait!" I squeal, hugging the book to my chest excitedly.

"This contains the most evil spells and hexes known to wizard kind, which make Avada Kedavra run away in shame, and also, the most foolproof ways to shield yourself against the darkest spells, practically making you impenetrable and indestructible. It has a few chapters about strong and rare poisons too, which I'm sure Snape never heard of, so this is the perfect gift for the bat!" I giggle at the end of my sentence, like a five-year-old who just got a basket of candy from his parents.

"Are you sure you want to give this to him? How do you know he won't turn into a death eater too? I mean this gives freaking huge power in the reader's hands, and he's quite a dark person as he is already…" he trails off with a suspicious tone, and I just smile about his concerned thoughts, knowing that Snape was already a death eater, and he wouldn't turn against us or the school anymore. Of course, I will never expose the potioner to Drax, I respect him too much to ever do that.

"Drax, believe me, Snape is grumpy, but a good person. Yes, he is moody and severe, but deep down he's a good guy. I'm sure he will use the knowledge in this book to expand his repertoire and use it for protection, rather than offense. To shield yourself from a poisonous plant, you first have to know the plant, no? Dark arts are the same. If you want to protect yourself from dark spells, you have to know every tiny detail about them. The issue is not the knowledge, Drax, but the person who decides on how to use said knowledge." I explain to him, who stands next to me with narrowed eyes.

"Since when did you become so philosophical?" he scoffs, turning away, and walking back to his bed. I let out a small chuckle.

"I guess being around Snape has an effect on me." I say following his example, climbing back to bed for another short nap before the day starts. I can't wait for tonight.

The bell sounded for dinner already, and I stand in front of the mirror in an eggplant purple, silky, below-the-knee dress I intended to wear for the Yule dinner. I have a nice, satin midnight black bolero on my shoulders, and polished, black midheel shoes to go with it. I never go big on jewelry, so a pair of purple waterdrop earrings give me the desired look for a sophisticated but not too flashy appearance. Even if there's roughly thirty people in the castle, every year, the holiday dinner is a special occasion, and everyone dresses up nicely, to honor the event. We have a feast, we dance a little, and the sixth- and seventh-year students are permitted to drink a little punch. I wrap the book in a piece of black velvet and tie it around with a pine green ribbon, making a cute bow on top. Perfect. Drax enters the room in a nice crème suit, with dark brown tie and matching shoes, and as he sees my outfit, he whistles with a cheeky grin.

"You look absolutely stunning, darling! I can't wait to see the bat drool all over you. That's a sight I would not miss out." I bow to him theatrically.

"Why thank you sir, you look dashing as well. Although, I suggest you keep your eyes on your own sweetheart tonight, I'm sure the prince will take your breath away with his appearance as well." I mimic a posh accent, and we have a good laugh in the girl's bedroom.

"Let's go, the dinner probably started, and I don't want to be late." Says Drax, holding the door open for me. I charm the book to fit in my black purse, and we take off to the Great Hall.

The Hall looks amazing, a huge decorated pine tree in the corner, red and green lights everywhere, colorful globes and ribbons lacing the walls around us; snow falling from the ceiling, and the tables loaded with different foods that make our mouth water just by looking at them. We enter among other students, so it's not too obvious that we came together, and we seat ourselves exactly like a few days earlier, Drax with Vincent, and I have different neighbors. I glance over to the teachers, and it's a bit comical to see Snape not giving a damn about the dinner again, same as every year, by not even making an effort to dress up for the occasion. Dumbledore and the rest of the remaining professors all look marvelous, and there, at the end of the teacher's table sits the black stain among the holiday colors. As the potioner makes eye contact with me, I see a never before shown expression on his face, and I turn my head away quickly from him with a blush. What the hell was that!? He's… hungry. And I'm not talking about the feast. I raise my head to look at Drax, and he, noticing my embarrassment, just signals towards Snape with his eyes, and then winks at me, smirking. Great, I think this night will definitely be awesome.

Dinner is opened by Dumbledore's toast to a successful new year, and easy NEWTs for the seventh years, accompanied by lots of good wishes and blessings from the old wizard. We eat in peace, soft murmurs can be heard throughout the feast, but for some reason, I constantly feel eyes on me, and without fail, whenever I glance over to the bat, his gaze is fixed on me. The potion master has admiration mixed with longing in his eyes, and I am damn sure he loves my appearance. I keep giving looks to Drax as well, and I can't help but notice Vincent's attire on this evening. He rocks a poison green satin suit, black shirt and black tie with a white serpent on it, and his beautiful, long cherry red hair is braided on the side of his shoulder. The guy is drop dead gorgeous. I pray that Drax can at least have a word with him tonight. Keep the holiday mood up, right?

After we finished our meal, Flitwick walks over and conjures a few instruments near the tree, and a slow waltz begins, inviting us to the open space next to the tables used as a dancefloor. Dumbledore and McGonagall stand up, them being the first dancing pair; then a few other students join in with slow steps to the rhythm. I watch them in jolly mood, placing my elbow on the table, when suddenly Drax appears at my back, tapping my shoulder, and asking me for a dance. I feel a bit awkward, knowing Snape constantly has his eyes on me, but I don't want to be rude to Drax either, so I hesitantly accept his invitation. The waltz song is nearing its end, and as we float in circles on the dancefloor, Drax leans in and whispers in my ear,

"I didn't ask you to dance for nothing, I want to give the bat one last push to help him make up his mind." he says with a grin, and my eyes run to Snape, who still sits at the table, and is visibly eaten alive by jealousy. The waltz song ends, and another familiar melody starts playing by the instruments: tango. An evil smirk is plastered on Drax's face when he hears the tune, and he leans in again,

"Let's make sure he touches you tonight. Don't hold back, dear." he purrs in my ear, and for some inexplicable reason, I get the feeling that I want to do this. I want to make the potioner jealous, I want him to be burned alive by the flames of envy and jealousy, I want to see the reaction in his eyes, the longing, the lust, the sheer despise for Drax, and the pure unadulterated wish to make me his. Seeing him in a state sends electric shocks down my spine straight to my core, and I can't help but imagine Snape pinning me to a wall and taking me forcefully, full of anger, whispering in my ear over and over again that I'm his, and thrusting into me over and over again, accentuating each word, so that his message gets engraved in my flesh.

We manage to perform the hottest, most erotic tango of our life with Drax, our steps transforming the floor into the fiery stone ground of hell, each movement setting the whole hall ablaze, and as I lean back, with one of my legs wrapped around Drax's waist and the other stretched out, almost snapping my back in half; Drax drags his nails up my thigh, earning a few gasps and whistling from students. The teachers have a rosy tint on their cheeks watching our performance, trying to keep a straight face, and when the last note plays, I close my posture flush against Drax's body, and hold out the finishing move for a few seconds in the silence. We are the only people on the dancefloor.

A storm of applause roars up from the students, as we bow to them, the boys whistling and the girls cheering for us; judging by their faces they're convinced now that we are together, because no ordinary friends perform a tango this passionate, but I don't mind. Let them think what they want, at least we will avoid suspicion better. As I run my eyes over the room, I see a very angry Vincent standing up and leaving with haste, furthermore, after a few seconds, Snape follows suit, excusing himself from Dumbledore and Minerva, and storming out of the facility piercing his eyes through me as he leaves. What the hell? I understand Snape's reaction, but Vincent? Drax has a concerned look on his face, I know he planned to talk with him tonight, and something tells me he desperately wants to run after Vincent before he ruins any chance to speak with the Slytherin boy. So, I nod to him, and we quickly start to say out goodbyes to the students and teachers, Flitwick gives me a compliment on our performance, then we're out the door.

"I'll head to the dungeons; something tells me he went back to the dorm." says Drax in a hurry. I suddenly remember the book I wanted to give for the bat, so I decide to follow Drax, because I want to surprise Snape as best as I can. After this fiasco there's no way in hell I can give him the present personally, so its best if he receives it another way. I've been thinking of where can I put it, where he is sure to find it, but only he will be able to, and I think the best option is the potions storage. That's his private, only he enters there, so if I place the book on a shelf there, he'll be sure to notice. We hurry down the stairs to the dungeons, and we part ways, Drax going to the Slytherin dorm, and I, to the potion storage in the opposite direction. The winter chilly air stings much more here, especially with me being in a thin dress, but my feet relentlessly take me further and further down the dungeon corridor, and when I reach the small wooden door, I take my wand out from my purse, and wave it in front of the lock, hearing a soft click. I'm in. The door opens with a slight creaking, and I enter the small space with shelves full of glasses, bottles and vials, stepping closer to the long ladder in front of me, I begin to climb, trying to find a good spot for the present. As I look around the third shelf, my heart almost jumps out of my torso as I feel cold fingers wrap around my calf, squeezing it in a slightly painful manner.

"What are you doing in my storage room?" comes the threatening voice from below.

"I… I just…" my words die in my throat, as I try to calm my fast pulse, the potioner managed to scare the pants off me, and I don't even wear pants now.

"Down. Now." he orders with angry voice, and while I climb down, he shuts the door behind his back. When he turns to me again, his eyes land on the gift, and he takes it out of my hand, examining it, then placing it on the lowest shelf next to him.

"What were you doing here?" he asks coldly, approaching me slowly.

"I just wanted to… well…" sadness grips my heart as I try to come up with an explanation, because I don't want to ruin the surprise for Snape. This whole situation is ruined. However, the potioner doesn't wait for my answer, but grips my collar, pulling me close to his face, flaming eyes melting holes in mine.

"You perform such a disgraceful act in front of your classmates and professors, knowing only I am able to understand the true message behind it, with the boy I specifically told you to stay away from. Tell me my dearest rebel student, do you gain entertainment by completely disregarding my requests, or you just enjoy holding two irons in the fire?" he growls the words through his teeth, I sense the tension in his body, and his words hurt me a bit. Fair play I guess, it must have been hurtful to watch us dance like that and keep a straight face. I deserve this.

"No, you misunderstand, I would never—" I begin, but he cuts me off by pushing my back to the ladder, pressing his body into mine, we're dangerously close, and call me a fucking lunatic but I can feel his erection at my lower abdomen. He's pissed again, and his voice excites me to no end. Merlin's beard…

"And to make matters worse, you sneak into my personal storage… if I did what I really want to do now, I would give you such a harsh punishment, you wouldn't be able to forget it, even after graduation." his face is so close and his voice is so low, my legs can't hold me up for much longer. The image I had while I danced with Drax comes back full force, and I'm damn sure Snape is able to see it, since the eye contact we're holding is astronomically focused. Oh Merlin… I feel his member twitch through his pants as he draws air sharply through his nose. I feel the neediness creep up inside me, my core slickens up, and all I want is his hands touching me everywhere. An infinitely obscene idea crosses my mind, and this could be my ticket to an unforgettably hot night, or it could ruin everything, but at this point fuck the status, fuck jealousy, fuck everything… I grab his collar forcefully with my other hand, pull him even closer to me, and with I almost moan the words onto his mouth:

"Punish me, professor, I dare you."

It's over.

I have just a fraction of a second to see Snape's eyes widening, then the tether is broken, his lips crash onto mine, forcing his tongue inside without asking for any permission, not that he needs one. I feel him releasing my collar, he grasps both of my wrists, raising my hands above my head, pinning me to the ladder. His body is pressed in mine with full weight, and the air is forced out of my lungs as I try to keep up with his animalistic rhythm as he practically fucks my mouth with his flesh. There's nothing gentle in his actions, just raw instinct being wildly chased, his strong masculine taste making me tremble in his grasp. He tears himself away for a second, taking out his wand with his other hand, and conjuring ropes around my wrists, tying me to the rung above me. Then, he ties my calves onto either side of the ladder, forcing my legs apart. I blush deeply at the position, when I challenged him, I wasn't thinking of this exactly. I'm still a virgin, and I wouldn't want my first time to be in a storage while bound to a ladder. He steps close again, and places the tip of his wand under my jaw, making me look in his eyes.

"So, you want to be punished, kitten? I don't think you realize who you are asking to deliver punishment. You see, if children don't listen to me, I'm merciless." he purrs into the dusty air in an almost seductive manner, setting my nether region ablaze. I'm sure my knickers are ruined already. Snape leans in, and licks over my bottom lip, eliciting a pleased gasp from my throat, then he runs his hand down my waist, biting into my bottom with his fingers. The bat bends down, sliding up my thigh under my dress, and I feel a fingertip at the front of my underwear. The finger glides between my legs, and presses in, hitting my clit in one try, and my head clashes with the ladder as I moan at the sudden pleasure. The feeling is overwhelming partly because I haven't touched myself in a while, and mostly because of who is touching me in such an intimate way.

"Sensitive, are we? I find that information quite useful. Let's see how strong your endurance is." Snape whispers in my ear, and I can hear his smirk, as he starts to rub delicious circles around my clit, and my mouth showers him with moans and whimpers, his other hand finding his way to my breast, caressing it gently. The move surprises me, but it seems his anger and forceful behavior dissipated. His fingertip feels so good, he knows exactly how to move, reading my reactions, and changing the pace based on my sounds and squirms. His scent drives me crazy as it mixes with the smell of my arousal, and the fact that this is the first time he touches me in this way adds to the buzzing sensation coursing through my body. I watch his handsome face with half-lidded eyes and parted, panting lips, there's a trace of satisfaction on his features as he watches his hand torture me. My climax shows her head quite fast, but right as I'm about to fall over the edge, he withdraws his hand, letting me fall back into the ocean of frustration and denial. I whimper loudly, squeezing my hands into fists, my body screams for release, and I look at Snape with pleading eyes, but he just tuts and gives me a sloppy, deep kiss, then leaning to my ear again, he bites my earlobe, whispering in an almost sadistic tone,

"I will not let you reach your orgasm until I deem your punishment enough. This one was for the night I caught you kissing your friend. You will cum when I say so."

Gritting my teeth, I let my head drop in frustration, letting out a long sigh through my nose, and squeezing my eyes shut.

"Oh, don't worry kitten, when I finally let you climax, you will lose your mind in it." he drawls in such a disgustingly filthy voice, that a strong shiver rattles my body next to the ladder, and Snape just chuckles darkly over my reaction.

The excruciating minutes pass as he plays with my pussy through my knickers, applying pressure, rubbing, using feather-like touches, and sometimes pinching just to sprinkle some pain over the immense pleasure he's reflecting over my body.

"Throughout dinner I've had thoughts about you a teacher should not have about his student. I could barely contain myself when you look this sinful." the potioner confesses as he caresses my cheek gingerly, I'm reduced to a heaving mess under his ministrations, I'm at his mercy, and I'm not sure I want to escape. My mind is foggy, I barely register anything around me, the only thing I'm able to concentrate on are his delicious touches and I'm praying to reach my peak. I'm about to cum again, but he takes his finger away, and starts to fondle my breasts instead, earning a louder, desperate cry from me. I raise my face towards the heavens, because Merlin in the sky help me, I'm going to go insane if he keeps this up!

"This one, was for that dreadfully obscene tango you performed at the party, and for every touch you allowed that boy to lay on your body." he claims, biting my neck, and my breath hitches in my throat as I feel him pinching my nipples through the dress' thin material. When I came down from my high enough, he resumes his torment, I feel my eyes get teary because of the strain my nerves are under. As I take in the potioner's form just mere inches from me, my fingers start to itch for touching his skin. I want to run my fingers through his hair, kiss his lips, lick his neck, hug him, do anything, but I want to be able to reach him.

"Please professor… untie me… let me touch you…" I choke out through breaths.

"No, you cannot touch me. Just as I couldn't approach you when you tortured me in the great hall with your seductive dance in another man's arms." he says sternly, eyes reflecting the hurt and anger he felt during our dance with Drax.

A tear rolls down my cheek, I squeeze my eyes while taking a ragged breath.

"I'm sorry…" I breathe, my voice barely audible, making Snape entwining his free hand in my hair, supporting my head at my nape, he kisses the tear off my cheek softly, then I feel his hand come up to the hem of my panties, and the next second I gasp in rapture as I feel his skin touch my slick flesh, bringing me instantly close to the edge. He expertly draws the circles around my painfully swollen pearl, and as my breathing picks up the pace, only a thread separating me from pure bliss, I hear his sexy baritone in my hazy mind,

"And this one will be for me. Fall apart for me, kitten…"

The moment he utters his command, my eyes roll back, and my mind goes blank, I'm not able to feel anything but the waves of pleasure shredding my body apart, making my limbs tremble uncontrollably. A long guttural groan is ripped out of my throat and I'm on cloud nine, his scent dominating my nostrils, and I feel his taste again, as he slips his tongue in my awaiting mouth. Whimper after whimper is muffled by his lips, as I experience the longest orgasm I had in my entire life, Snape making damn sure he squeezes every last drop of extasy out of me, letting me riding it out on his blessed finger. When my clit becomes so sensitive that I jump at the potioner's touch, he pulls out of my underwear, looking at his finger coated in my juices. I'm trying to catch my breath as I watch him lick my essence off his finger, keeping strict eye contact. I feel like I could cum again just from this sight, if my pussy wasn't in utter ruins. And this was him using only his hand. Dear Merlin, if we ever go further, I will die in this man's arms… and I'll do it happily.

Snape releases me from the ladder, and I'm not able to stand on my legs yet, so I fall directly into his arms, making him chuckle at my state. I look up to him, and he tucks a lock of hair behind my ear with a smirk. He takes the gift off from the shelf, and raises it in front of me.

"So, what is this?" he asks curiously.