Chapter 12

A cat outside the bag

The potion master's arms wrapped around me feel like a warm blanket as I feel my rapidly beating heart slowing down, his embrace a calming lull to my discomfiture. I just had the best orgasm in my life by the hands of my professor. If a few months ago anyone told me this, I would have laughed in their face and called them crazy, but here we are, in the little storage, Snape examining the wrapped-up book carefully. Oh yeah, I'm supposed to answer his question.

"That's your Yule gift, professor." I say with a slight blush on my face, the steamy memories and the afterglow still humming under my skin.

"A present? For me?" he asks in disbelief, as if getting a present was an impossible thing for the bat.

"Yes. I saw how you never got presents during the holidays, well, except for professor McGonagall's little attentions, but still, I wanted to give you something special. So you don't feel left out." I say sheepishly, looking away to the gift he's holding, the wrapper giving me a chance to escape the weird feeling in my chest. It warms my heart to see his surprised face, but having to explain my reason behind it makes me a bit embarrassed. Snape just stares at me and the gift for a few moments, probably contemplating how he should react, and I truly hope he accepts, because it was quite difficult for my parents to acquire that book.

"Well… thank you." he says a bit uncomfortably in the end, but I see the touched feeling and the appreciation in his eyes. Snape places the book back on the shelf, and reaches down for my chin, then he places a gentle kiss on my lips as a soft thank you. My hands reach up to touch his face, and I'm so glad I can finally touch him without restraints, running my fingers under his ears and into his silky black hair. He takes my touch as an invitation, and runs his tongue along my lower lip, carefully deepening the kiss, and I eagerly accept his tongue inside. The bat pulls away too fast for my liking, and takes my hand in his, opening the door of the tiny storage.

"Come, I wish to open it in my office. Would you care for a cup of tea?" the potioner invites me with a small smile, thrilling me with his mood. I copy his expression and nod; he takes the gift and we're out the door. Snape guides me through the barely lit dungeon corridor, holding my hand, giving me a slight nostalgia back to the day we had our picnic. It feels exactly the same when he led me down the circular stairs. Walking behind him, the same butterflies are present inside me, and if history is about to repeat itself, then am I to expect some naughty play out of this? Dare I hope for more than what happened in the storage? Oh Merlin, my heart is about to jump out from its place. I put my palm on my chest as we stroll down the hallway, and the chilly, winter night air makes goosebumps appear on my skin. My purple dress doesn't provide too much insulation, the material letting the air pass through easily, giving its delicate nature. Snape's hand is warm, I imagine what would it be like to be up against his completely naked body under the sheets, what bliss his warmth and proximity would provide, and just how utterly impossible would it be to not feel aroused. I resent his clothes for hiding 90% of his body, robbing my eyes from such heavenly sight, but at the same time I realize that this is exactly what gives him his appeal, and makes one hungry for more. The wing-like robe accentuates his authority, and portrays him in a mysterious light, like a true bat in the middle of the night.

Lost in my impish thoughts about what could we do in the potion master's office, I'm taken by surprise when the professor halts in his walk, and I run into him a little, hitting my nose on his back. My hand flies to said nose, as I look around and notice that we're near the Slytherin dorm entrance, and right as I'm about to ask Snape why he stopped, I hear soft squelching sounds. With a bad gut feeling, I peek out from behind my black bat, and to my absolute horror and happiness, I see an explicitly filthy and passionate kissing session. A flushed Vincent pinned to the wall by a very eager Drax, the redhead's wrists on either side of his head, with Drax holding him in a vice-like grip, and his knee fixed between the prince's parted legs, preventing his escape. At first, I'm concerned that Drax might have forced the Slytherin student into this kiss, but as soon as I hear the cherry boy's heated moan, all of my anxiety flies away, knowing the guy absolutely loves the attention his mouth is getting. Deep down I feel such a strong satisfaction, finally my best friend got his positive response from his crush, and hopefully a happy and secretive relationship might start out of this. Now the only alarmingly bad feeling is regarding Snape, whom I have to give some explanation for sure after this, and thus, our little plan with my friend will be blown. I glance up to Snape. The potioner's face is dumbfounded and outraged, I see the struggle as he tries to comprehend what is happening before his eyes, and the cogs are almost audibly creaking in his head, the fact slowly dawning on him that he has been deceived in a very nasty manner. My throat constricts as I watch the two boys tangled together, but as soon as I hear Snape drawing a big air to presumably scare them apart while practically leaping forward, I tug him back, reaching up and clasping my hand over his mouth. The potioner glares at me with wide eyes, the 'how dare you' screaming from his black orbs, but I silently lift my pointer finger to my mouth in a shushing manner, shaking my head very slowly, a painful and pleading expression on me, while I keep my palm on his lips. When his face softens a bit and the teacher frowns instead, I grab his cuff and pull him after me with full force, hurrying to the staircase leading upwards. If we want to get to his office, we have to make a detour, because there's no way in hell, I will let Snape disturb Drax during the most important moment of his romantic life. So, I drag my potions teacher along me towards the kitchen, where we enter, and running to the fireplace, I shove him in, I grab a fistful of floo powder from the little baggy left on the rim of the hearth, and standing next to the bat I exclaim,

"Severus Snape's office!" and throw the powder to the ground, watching the green flames engulf us.

Stepping out of the fireplace with absolute rage, Snape storms to his desk throwing the gift on it, and I reach into my purse, taking out my wand, and hiding it behind my back, just in case my professor loses his head a bit too much. I remain standing next to the hearth, not daring to move too much, seeing the state he's in. The bat walks around in his office like a madman, like a caged and enraged lion, taking a glass off a shelf, he tramples into the neighboring room, which I assume is his bedchamber, I hear ruffling sounds, then returning with a thick bottle of brown-ish liquid, he pours himself half a glass, and downs it in one motion. I'm truly scared at this point. As he finishes drinking what I'm assuming is alcohol, he throws the glass to the wall, smashing it to tiny pieces with a loud breaking sound, the shards falling to the stone ground, leaving me shocked and shaken up. I lift my hand to my mouth in terror, concealing my gasp, as I watch the fuming dark man slouching over his desk, hands placed flat on the surface.

"How. dare you humiliate me in this manner!?" his voice thunders at me ominously, the black eyes that were looking at me with such warmth just minutes ago, now pained, angry and icy.

"I'm sorry, professor, I just wanted—" I try with teary eyes, but the enraged bat cuts in.

"Silence!" he hisses. I can't stop my tears from falling as I squeeze my eyes shut, suddenly the simple task of breathing becoming extremely difficult. I messed up. Now I really made him angry, I made him feel utterly betrayed, and I don't even know how am I supposed to explain myself. He doesn't even let me, apparently. I don't want to lose his trust, but I'm on the right path for it, if I don't come up with something to stop his outburst. My hands start to tremble in fear as I see him so upset, I never wanted to put him in a position like this. Like a werewolf on full moon, his expression screams at me in a horrifying manner, and my feet are suddenly rooted in the ground.

"Were you enjoying yourselves, making a complete fool of your silly potions professor, provoking him until he can't control his jealousy? Did you enjoy watching me lose my composure over you, having a good laugh over a helpless man? Tell me, did your sly little deceit engorged your satisfaction when I finally abandoned my principles and touched you?" he drawls with disgust in his tone, approaching me step by step like a predator would corner his prey.

"NO! I didn't have any bad ulterior motives!" I yell at him, freely sobbing now, taking a step towards him with my arms wide open, mimicking an offensive stance. He returns to his table, trying to put as much distance as he can between us, I think now, the bat fears he couldn't control himself if stood too close to me. I'm swept away by my own emotions too, as I hear him getting the worst possible idea about the strategy we had with Drax. Enjoying his suffering? Is he serious!?

"Yet you still deceived me, trying to make me jealous of a boy who isn't even attracted to women! Do you quite comprehend, how evil this makes your plan look? And you did it twice!" The potioner snaps at me, slamming his fist down on the table, making me wince at the sound. I wipe my face with my hand, sniffling.

"I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. I didn't want to hurt you in any way. It's just… I had no idea how to approach you and make you react. I knew you were too afraid to make a move, since you're a teacher." I choke out, backing up to the wall behind me, leaning the back of my head on it. Snape has his glowing eyes fixed on me, focusing on every word I utter with a deep frown. "But I just couldn't go back to my daily student life while constantly craving your presence and touch…" I whimper, covering my eyes with my palms, the tears flowing down to my chin, and I raise my face towards the ceiling, asking Merlin to not let all my efforts go to hell. I would simply jump out of the Astronomy tower if that happened. "I did three years of detention for that; I can't do it anymore… I want you, Severus." my voice is only a whisper at the end of my confession, the deepest emotion in my heart flowing out like an untamed river, and I refuse to look at Snape yet, so I don't know how the use of his first name affects him. But I feel his first name holds such intimacy to me, that I couldn't use any other addressing when I confess this to him. My trembling hands feel the heat coming from my face, and for long moments there's complete silence in the office, neither of us makes a move. Then, after excruciating seconds, I hear Snape walking somewhere, and I finally take my hands off my face, watching the potion master with blurry vision as he takes another glass, and pours himself another round of alcohol. He downs it, and points at me with his finger,

"You two put Slytherin to shame when it comes to cunning behavior!" Snape says in a ragged tone, placing the glass on the table. His face is much softer now, the drink probably taking its effect, he's still sulking, but not so angrily like before. I feel, having to say this sentence hurts him twice, seeing that he feels deceived and his own house is outplayed in slyness. His comment earns a pained half smile from me, the hope for him to forgive me growing with each passing minute. Suddenly, he raises a hand in a beckoning motion from his slouching position, with his head lowered, and my heart skips a beat as I see him signaling that he wants me to approach.

With my blood pressure sky high I quietly walk over to him, I'm concerned and a bit scared too, I don't know what can I expect from him, now that he drank a lot of alcohol in such a short time, and his actions are unpredictable. He suddenly grabs the front of my dress, and pulls me into a tight hug, the wings of his robe covering my whole body, and I'm pressed into his cassock face first. I feel his hands wrapping over my shoulders and head, it's such a possessive hug that I almost feel caged and suffocated. But I am able to feel the caring side of this unexpected move, and I snake my hands around his torso, pressing our chests together even more.

"Please, forgive me…" I breathe into his clothes, deeply inhaling his scent, grasping the cloth on his back.

A sigh of relief leaves his mouth as we stand next to his desk embracing each other quite aggressively, while I'm soaking his cassock through with my never-ending tears, now happy that he is able to forgive my mischievous stunts.

"Is there anything else I ought to know?" he asks me in a calm manner, and his hand from my shoulder travels to rub my back. I shake my head slightly, wiping my wet face in him.

"Very well, then. I forgive your devilish actions, however, don't think you will escape punishment for them. When the time comes, I shall take my revenge, be prepared, kitten." Snape lifts my chin, placing a peck on my forehead, and I just nod with wet eyes and a small smile, celebrating that I didn't lose my dear professor. A little alcohol is poured in the glass again, and this time, it is placed in my hands.

"Here. To calm your nerves a bit."

I put my nose in the glass, to take a whiff, and contort my face, looking back at the potion master.

"Firewhiskey. It numbs the nerves quite well. Don't worry, this quantity will not get you drunk." Snape says sternly, and I decide to throw the whiskey down my throat, because truth be told, I am shaken up as hell. Burning my esophagus, the alcohol slides down with ease, and I pull a face at the taste. Whiskey is definitely not for me.

"Now that we got the explanations out of the way, tell me, have you been thinking about the wish I'm supposed to grant you?" Snape asks, letting me out of his embrace, taking a seat in one of the black leather armchairs, leaning back. The fiewhiskey's effect is slightly visible on him, making the potioner a bit more relaxed than his normal stern and rigid attitude, and this gives me a dot of boldness. Taking advantage of his guard let down, I walk over to his form, and sit on his left knee, crossing my legs in the meantime. Me using his thigh as a sitting spot certainly surprises the professor, but he doesn't complain, just slides a hand on the small of my back. Wow. I didn't expect that response. Sitting on his leg actually feels very nice. Like a teacher's pet…

"Yes, I came up with something." I say, trying to distract my vivid imagination of straddling my professor and riding him in his current inebriated state. Oh Merlin, the shivers…

"I'm all ears." he grumbles lowly, giving me a semi-seductive look while tracing his hand up and down my spine, occasionally sliding his hand under my black bolero. Goosebumps cover me already so I try to breathe out my answer.

"If you don't have any plans, I'd like to spend the last day of the year and New Year's Eve with you." Snape gives me a weird look.

"Well, we're already going to spend it together, every year we celebrate in the Great Hall."

"No. I mean, in private. As in, take me on a date, and spend New Year's Eve with me. Alone." I specify to him with a serious expression, and his face drops a little at my suggestion.

"I don't know how we are going to manage this wish, seeing that on the 31st my presence is needed for preparing the party." he furrows his brows a little bit.

"When do you have to help?"

"I'm told the teachers will begin the preparation after breakfast."

"Perfect. Then, whenever you finish, we can go on our date. I assume your colleagues will let you spend the rest of the day in peace." I give him a suggestive look with an innocent smile, making him drop his head back with a sigh.

"Let's look over the fact that what you are asking for, is completely unacceptable from a moral perspective. Now, where do you suppose we can go? In Hogsmeade, we cannot enter a facility without being recognized, and I suppose I don't have to remind you what happens if word gets out." Snape gives me a stern look from under his lashes, pressing his lips together in a pout.

"Don't worry professor, leave that to me." I wink at him, and he sighs again, massaging the bridge of his nose.

"Are you absolutely sure about your wish? You do know you can wish for literally anything, except my death, right? I wouldn't want you to have regrets afterwards. A simple date will suffice?" he asks a bit too honestly, the whiskey is working its magic still, and I chuckle at his adorable comment. Oh professor, that's not all.

"It's not just a date, professor." I tell him with a seductive smirk, and lean close to his face, giving a gentle kiss on his cheek, then moving his hair from his ear, I whisper into it,

"On that night, I want you to make me yours."