Chapter 14
Stripped
10:00
Drax finally returns from breakfast, and I sit down with him in the common room for a chat, and to ask for his help. I figure if I wanted to get into an establishment with Snape unnoticed, I have to take matters in my own hands.
"Drax, this will sound weird, but give me a few strands of hair." I put my hand out to him smiling. The boy just looks at me weirdly at first.
"Oookay…" he trails off, then he realizes my intentions with it. Drax gasps with a grin, "Polyjuice potion?" I nod. "Genius! Why didn't I think of this?" and with that, he pulls out a few black strands, placing them into my palm. I take out Snape's handkerchief from my pocket, and fold it together over the hair to keep it safe.
"It's only until we get in. I wouldn't want Snape to stay in your form during the date. I already chose the best location, can't take any risks with this, one wrong move and we're busted." Drax nods, and I'm off for the next phase of my mission: beautification. I want to look my best for Snape, downright irresistible, so I start making effort to look and feel gorgeous. I heard Sprout has a secret cabinet in one of the greenhouses, where she stores rare herbal remedies for all kinds of vanity purposes, and if a Hufflepuff student performs well during the year, the Herbology teacher rewards them from 'The Cabinet'. No wonder Hufflepuffs are so pretty and handsome! Well boys, time to play treasure hunt.
As I make my way to the greenhouse group, I pass in front of the Great Hall and take a peek inside. McGonagall is conjuring decorations for the wall, Flitwick levitates them to their spot, and Filch sweeps the floor a bit farther from the bunch. Snape is currently handling some kind of a punch or cocktail for tonight, mixing liquids into a huge transparent bowl, with a long recipe floating in front of him, focusing and measuring carefully, with precision. The concentration on his handsome face seems even more appealing today, and I can't help but smile about the fact that he was asked to prepare the mix. It suits him perfectly! Dear Merlin, can he get any hotter?... Right as I think these words, the potioner lifts his eyes to me, and I run off, embarrassed about him catching me. I just wanted to sneak a peek of him, but nothing escapes his notice!
13:00
I finally manage to find the hidden cabinet in the seventh greenhouse. After literally ruffling through every single one, checking every corner, each square inch, I finally find a trap door under the dirt in the seventh. The bell rang already, which told me lunch is over, but my focus is on this staircase, leading me down into a small underground cellar looking place.
"Lumos!" I make some light appear, so I can go down, but as soon as I reach the bottom of the stairs, rows of tiny bluebells light up magically, running all over the four walls, giving a sweet purple-blue light in the square-shaped locality. A strong scent of herbs mixed with flowery tones enters my nose, it's quite pleasant actually. This is not a cabinet! This is a whole cellar filled with shelves upon shelves full of dark green and brown bottles, the liquid in them filled with flowers, greenery and interesting-looking herbs, each shelf having a label. As I walk to said shelves, I start reading the labels; hair, skin, nails, face et cetera, et cetera… Holy Moly, this is truly a treasure hunt, seeing that I have found the Mecca of magical herbal solutions for beauty! There's a plethora of curious liquids around me, but I don't stand idling by, I quickly take a bottle for hair, skin and face, and I'm out the little trap door. Unfortunately, I don't have time to stay and examine the bottles more, otherwise I would have remained for sightseeing. I just hope Pomona won't be too mad at me, if she ever finds out who the thief was, there's more than enough of these anyways. And if she does, I'll compensate her with something…
14:00
I'm standing in the shower surrounded by a mesmerizing flowery scent as I wash my hair with the newly discovered solution; the liquid has a thicker consistency, just like a shampoo, and I can definitely smell rose, lavender and ginseng in here, paired with a magical plant in the bottle I can't quite recognize yet. I leave it in my hair for five minutes as per the instructions, and when I rinse it out, my jaw bangs the floor so hard, I don't think I'll be able to collect it. The effect is incredible, my slightly dry and damaged hair is transformed into pure silk to the touch as the warm water flows through; once I finish showering and
use a drying spell on it, it shines brighter than any diamond in the world. I take my black lace lingerie on me and walk out to my bed, Drax looking at me and his eyes widening in shock.
"Dear Merlin, you look like a goddess with that hair…" he gasps in awe and I blush at his words, but thank him with a short chuckle.
"If the bat will not jump on you instantly, he's the biggest moron on this planet." Drax puts his fists on his waist, he's not able to tear his eyes away from the magical attributes this liquid gave me. It's like my hair didn't just get more shiny and silky, no, it came to life. It glows.
I take the next bottle pilfered from Sprout's little deposit, labeled 'For skin' and the instructions on the back say to apply it after bath on the skin in a thin layer, and let it be absorbed completely before putting on any clothes. Alright then, I remove the corkwood stopper from the container, and pour a little amount in my palm. This has an oily consistency, a yellow-pinkish color and an absolutely delicious smell. Literally, I want to eat it. A sweet scent which reminds me of fruits in the summer, a hint of coconut, and a shimmering sand-like powder is visible as I apply it on my left foot first, working my way up to my ankle, calf, knee and thigh, but as I rub the oil in my skin, I start to notice that it gradually becomes flawless, no scars, no spots, no acne, no little red dots. Perfect, smooth skin.
"Drax, do you see this!?" I shriek excitedly as I grab the boy's hand and pull him close to my leg.
"What the…" he takes the bottle from my hand, raising it to examine the miracle-solution closer, but the label just states it's for skin, and how to apply it, nothing more. We stare at each other for long seconds with Drax, then, like two people gone wild, we start coating my entire body in the substance. He takes a copious amount in his palm, spreading it on my back, while I finish my other leg, and continue on towards my torso. When we finish, I marvel at my impeccable epidermis in the full body-length mirror, turning around, checking myself from every angle, grinning like a fool.
"What in the Hufflepuff fluffy tail is Sprout doing, hiding something like this? Do you have any idea how gorgeous students could be with this? We would put Beauxbatons to shame!" exclaims Drax a bit outraged, but dancing all around me, gazing at the results too.
"She keeps it for her own house. Now I know why Hufflepuffs are so damn handsome and flawless." I say as I reach for the last, smaller bottle which at first appears empty, but as I open it and try to pour the content out, a gelatinized water substance falls in my hand. I examine the tag, instructing me to keep the jelly on my face for five minutes, then remove it with a damp washcloth. So, I apply it all over my face, and watch it as it turns coal black in seconds. I'm scared a bit of its effects, but judging by the other two essences, this shall perform a miracle on me as well. After the five minutes are up, I take the corner of my towel and wet it, then wiping my face off meticulously, taking care to reach every nook and cranny, I return to the mirror. At first, I'm scared to look up at myself, but as I hear Drax whispering a 'holy fuck' behind me, my head jumps up and I squeal in surprise, taking a step back, and placing my hands on my nose. I look like a doll. A porcelain, delicate skinned doll, my pores clean and closed up beautifully, not a single blackhead in sight, nor black circles from staying up to study all those nights. Lips look exfoliated and plump, no excess oil or too dry skin. Perfection. I slowly turn around to Drax, who now is sitting on his bed, still has his mouth agape, blinking in disbelief.
"Drax… do you think the effect will wear off? Or I will stay looking like this?" the astonished tone does not leave my throat, as I still refuse to believe I just transformed myself into a goddess in less than thirty minutes. My hair is silky and glowing, my skin radiates with a golden shimmer all over it, and my face clean, like the purest spring high in the mountains. Only a fucking halo is missing now!
"I don't know… but if it wears off, I hope it lasts at least until tomorrow morning. You're going to drive Snape crazy, baby girl." his voice drops an octave as he gazes deep in my eyes with the most serious look I ever seen on him.
15:00
I send a paper message birdie to Snape, that in 20 minutes, I'll be waiting for him at the place where he saved me, the entrance of the forest. Throwing a goodbye kiss to Drax and him wishing me good luck, I make my way fast towards the main entrance, and walk to the edge of the forest with my heart beating in my throat, each step making the excitement in my belly grow, and increasing my breathing along with it. A levitating spell is placed on my shoes, since I'm walking over snowy grass, and I'm wearing polished black stiletto heels, so it would look horrible if I sunk into the dirt with these pretty shoes. I decided on an ankle-length black chiffon skirt with a red underside for this date; paired with a silky, off-shoulder red top, with the shiny soft material of the sleeve cascading down to my elbows. My waist is tied around with a cherry red ribbon, and a smaller, black ribbon is tied around my neck sideways, as a choker. My long winter robe is wrapped around me, covering until just above my ankles, hood is up on my head protecting my newly treasured hair, and a simple black purse with a thin silver chain is hanging on my shoulder. I didn't use any makeup except a blood red lipstick, because I still want to provoke my dear bat a bit, and it makes me seem daring. Plus, red lipstick is always a win for dates. As I wait for the professor, I turn my eyes toward the sea of trees, and I reminisce about my moments with Snape, my mind flooded with the vivid images and strong emotions. The day he saved me from the toxic mushrooms, then the night I thought panic was going to kill me as I saw the fight between him and that death eater… our duel, which had an unforgettably sweet ending, my first true kiss on the sparkling bed of snow… I sigh as the pleasant memories spread around in my chest, but gasp in surprise as I hear the potioner's low voice behind me.
"Good afternoon." he says standing behind me with a relaxed face.
"Hello, professor." I smile up at him, and approach the dark bat. As I notice, he didn't bother dressing up for the occasion, not that he dresses up for anything ever, but I assume, he wanted to keep his usual attire on if something should happen and he is forced to return to Hogwarts. The bat stares at my face for a few longer seconds in awe.
"Since you told me to leave the location of our date in your hands, please tell me where do you intend us to go? I do hope you didn't choose some high-end place where I have to leave my entire paycheck." he comments with a smirk and I just smack his upper arm with a pout for being a jerk. Snape chuckles, amused by my reaction.
"No. The location is a surprise, however, first, please take out the Polyjuice potion." I instruct him, the potioner reaches into his pocket and takes out a vial of sand-greenish liquid. I take it from him, remove the stopper, and take out his handkerchief from my purse.
"I see you kept it in pristine condition." he says as he looks at his green monogram, a small smile hiding in the corner of his mouth. His smile is contagious, and I get a piece of it too, while I open the soft material to reveal three strands of hair, and drop them in the concoction. I place the cork back into its place, shake the potion up a bit, and hand it back to the bat. He eyes the vial suspiciously for a few seconds, then shifts his gaze on me.
"Did you intend the potion for me?" he raises an eyebrow curiously.
"Yes." I answer with a smirk.
"And who will I transform into, if I'm not too indiscreet?" Snape asks, keeping the suspicious eyebrow up.
"Drax. But make sure you drink only half of it." I say simply, smiling with a shrug, and the potioner narrows his eyes at me. "Just trust me, please."
The bat lets out a heavy sigh, and after removing the lid, he gulps down half of the potion with a disgusted grimace. I watch as his skin starts to bubble up on his face, the structure beginning to rearrange itself, and after a few long moments of struggle, his body takes the appearance of Drax, although, since my friend is a bit smaller than Snape, his clothes now are baggy and hanging on him. I immediately start to laugh my head off, when I see his annoyed face as he realizes he looks like a toddler who wanted to try on daddy's suit for playtime.
"I'm glad to see my misery amusing you so, but I would rather hear the next step of your plan." he says with a super annoyed tone, which makes me crack up even more, seeing Snape's expressions on Drax's face not making my situation easier. After I can manage to formulate words from my snickering session, I grab hold of Drax's robe in my purse, and give that to him, taking his own robe, folding it neatly and putting it away. I take out my wand and use a shrinking spell on his clothes, forming them to the proper size.
"Let's go to Hogsmeade, Drax." I hold out my hand with a sly smile, Snape taking it with the biggest pout, scoffing.
In roughly half an hour we arrive in Hogsmeade, I'm holding my dear camouflaged teacher's hand the whole time, leading him towards the end of the little village. Unknowing passersby would think, two young teens are on a cutesy romantic date in the afternoon, but the knowledge that this body next to me actually hides a fully grown, mature and handsome man, who is my own professor nonetheless, makes my insides tingle in every way possible.
"You have some pretty interesting kinks, Miss, that's for sure." I hear his hushed voice behind my back, but I just squeeze his hand a bit painfully in response, trampling forward with a blush now spreading on my face, knowing he can hear my every thought. The vibration from his chuckle reaches my arm, and I relish the feeling as I pull him onward.
"I thought the potion would wear off by now." I huff between hurried steps, trying to distract my mind until we get to our destination. Snape just scoffs behind me.
"That's a rare insult towards me, missy. Do you assume I would brew such weak potions that it wears off in mere thirty minutes? This lasts at least ten hours if not twelve." he states with pride, trying to keep up with my pace.
"Really? It lasts that long?" I am truly surprised, seeing that the longest lasting Polyjuice I know was three hours. And I thought that was a long time.
"My dear, anything I do lasts for a long time." my face is engulfed by the flames of embarrassment again, upon hearing the cheeky double meaning behind his words, and I thank Merlin we arrive at the little bar hidden behind larger houses right at the end of the village. It's nothing special, just a grey little two-story building on the outside, but it has a cozy vibe, and that's perfectly enough. I pull Snape inside with me, and the tall, older Japanese bartender greets me with a warm smile and a strong accent.
"Ah, the healing princess! Welcome, welcome!" I approach the counter with a wide smile, and place my free elbow on the counter, leaning on it slightly. It's a simple but tidy establishment, a few tables with chairs, everything made of wood, quite an old looking place actually. The bar is currently empty at this hour, people usually come after eight, but since today is New Year's, they expect a lot of guests at around ten o'clock. So, I make a mental note to be gone by eight.
"Mr. Takano, how are you? Is your wife alright? How's her leg?" I inquire the aged, slightly balding man with a caring smile.
"Very good! Her leg works better now! All thanks to you! I don't know how to show gratitude enough. I said, if you need anything, you just tell me." he says with a little bow, his slightly broken English makes his thanks even more adorable, and this is my cue to play my card. My smile fades a little, a sly expression taking its place, and I lean over the counter, beckoning the old man to me, asking him in a hushed voice,
"Mr. Takano, actually, I would like to ask you a favor. We would like to drink some alcohol." I gesture to the 'boy' standing behind me, and he just smiles awkwardly when the old geezer throws him a look.
"Boyfriend, hm?" Takano asks teasingly, and I nod innocently, looking up to him with pink cheeks, pretending to be an innocent little sheep. Mr. Takano gets deep in thought, stroking his long, white goatee beard, and I plead with him after a few moments,
"Come on, Mr. Takano, just this once! I'm almost 18 anyways! We won't tell anyone…" I place my hand over his with puppy eyes, and he presses his lips together with brows furrowed, slightly nervous.
"Alright. You can drink. But only this time!" the old man caves in.
"Thank you so much! We would like some firewhiskey and Sakura sake, please. We'll be upstairs in the last booth." I tell him kindly, and grab Snape's hand again, leading him up the creaking wooden stairs to the second floor. As we enter the upstairs area, the potioner makes a snide remark with a pout,
"As I said before, Slytherin is trembling in shame before your sly behavior."
"Hey, I'm doing my best, alright? And besides, my plan is quite successful until now, wouldn't you agree? I didn't even hurt anyone." turning to the Drax-imitation, I throw him a wink, and head towards the last table in the room. As I take my hood and robe off, Snape freezes to the spot, and his eyes almost fall out as he stares at me, taking in every detail, enthralled by my appearance.
"You… you look great." he says with a hint of nervousness, it's almost undetectable, as the potioner tries to hide his state, but it proves to be difficult for him. I turn around with a smile, and a feeling of success,
"Thank you, professor, I aimed to please."
This little establishment functions as a restaurant and a bar, two in one. Downstairs they have simple tables and chairs for those who wish to drink only, but for the hungry folk, the upstairs part is decorated more elegantly. They have ten booths, five on each side, every table separated by Japanese dividers, gorgeous paintings on the papers enchanting the customer in a majestic atmosphere. The wooden frames of the dividers are painted black, with subtle hints of gold here and there; polished, dark brown oak floor runs beneath our feet as we make our way to our table. We sit on the crème colored, cushioned booth seat, facing each other, an arched window viewing a breathtaking scenery, a beautiful oak table with rounded edges right below it, nestled discreetly between us. I point my wand to the thin black curtain tied up next to me, and direct it towards the entrance, closing our booth completely with this move. The curtain nearly reaches the floor, so I gained full privacy. Well, almost. A silencing bubble around us, and let the conversation flow.
"I never heard of this place before. How did you find it?" Snape asks as he looks around him, clearly liking the great cherry blossom tree painted on the divider behind his back.
"I found Mr. Takano's wife injured one day if front of the post office. She was attacked by death eaters, and left alone with a deep wound on her leg. She told me where she lived, and I brought her back to her husband, then healed her quickly. Since then, Mr. Takano was in my debt." I smile, and I'm quite enjoying the fact that Snape is not able to take his eyes off me. "They opened up almost a year ago, we found out about them recently. But it's perfect if you wish to have a private date, and they thought about covering the customer from every angle, so we're safe."
I sway my wand, bringing his clothes back to their normal size and placing my elbows on the desk, I prop my chin on the back of my hands.
"Why don't you change back to your true look, professor?" I ask him seductively. Keeping eye contact he just reaches in his other pocket, and takes out a vial with a transparent liquid, it looks like pure water, and he drinks half of the vials' content. His face and body bubbles back to his usual appearance, and as I see his arms and torso growing back into his clothes, putting just the slightest strain on the material, stretching it, I bite my lower lip in bliss. Hah, this date will kill me…
Our drinks arrive via magic, floating through the curtain, alongside with a menu, a few small sheets of paper, and a quill to write down our orders. We order our respective foods, Snape going for a rice bowl with beef and I choose some fried fish with various garnishes. We order one more round of alcohol for him, though, I'm opting out this time, sake being pretty strong for my system, so I stick with fruit juice.
The conversation starts out a bit awkward, my teacher sitting calmly in his seat, however, me, still nervous about the situation, somehow forgetting how to maintain a dialogue. So, I down my sake quickly, to undo my inhibitions, and loosen my tongue a bit. Snape notices, of course.
"Nervous?" he asks with a half-smirk, taking a sip from his whiskey.
"Yeah." I huff, placing the now empty glass in front of me.
"There's no reason to feel nervous. I don't bite. Only if you want me to." the bat chuckles, clearly amused by my gawky state.
"Would you stop teasing me like that?" I groan out covering my red face with my hands, embarrassed.
"Why should I stop? When you're enjoying it so much…" his eyes captivate me from across the table, making me irritated and hot at the same time. He's right. I'm loving each word he teases me with and he knows it too.
"Argh, I give up!" I slam my hands on my thighs and press the back of my head to the wall behind me, not too ladylike behavior, but since the alcohol already has its effect, I kind of started to let myself on a longer leash. Long moments pass with me just staring at the potioner, I take in every inch of him, his hair, his face, the cravat and cassock I came to adore…
"Your mind is too open, Miss." he takes another sip with a pleased expression. "I think a few occlumency lessons are in order in the new year. I'll have to teach you how to conceal your delicious thoughts about me. Someone might catch just how much you tremble for your professor…" he drawls with his eyes on me through his lashes, and I press my thighs together over the thought of what he might do on those lessons. I watch him openly with hazy eyes and a deep blush, then, lead by my own instincts, I lean forward, and slowly place my hand over his, next to the whiskey glass. I search his face for any sign of opposition, but I get none, he lets me touch his skin freely, although I can see on him that he's not used to being touched like this.
"I confess, sometimes I wonder, just what made you fall for a man like me in the first place…" Snape says deep in thought, watching our hands on the table with wondering eyes, but I don't get the chance to answer, because our food floats in front of us through the curtain. My stomach growls in hunger, making the teacher let out a soft chuckle.
"I say we should eat for now." the professor states, and simply digs in.
We eat in silence, just a few comments on the food can be heard here and there, but as we fill our stomachs, Snape starts asking me about my family and my past. The question surprises me greatly, but I'm also super happy that the potioner finally shows some interest in my life, and chooses not to keep himself locked away in front of me. I tell him about my childhood, how my mom taught me how to heal, the funnier moments with Drax, what I felt when I first got into Hogwarts, and how I got to the point where I swore eternal enemyhood towards my potion bat. He listens to my story with focus, paying attention at every word I say, keeping his gaze on me, rarely dropping his eyes to his food. We are both a little bit drunk, not as much as we were in the greenhouse, but just enough to have an open conversation without anxiety and inhibitions.
"Come now, I wasn't that bad." he says referring to my description of him in my first and second year.
"Are you serious!? Children regularly cried after your classes, and most of them were terrified to attend potions. I had some classmates who would rather skip their breakfast when potions was the first term, just so they don't get an upset stomach from nervousness. You were horrible." I tell the bat lightheartedly with a grin, pointing my fork at him.
"And you took it upon yourself to save the masses from the big bad wolf, by becoming the subject of his wrath. What a noble act." Snape chuckles with sarcasm. "It's a shame your plan backfired in the end, falling right into the wolf's claws, offering yourself happily to him…" my teacher has such a mischievous look in his eyes, I'm not able to resist his charming flirting for too long…
18:00
Time flies when you have fun. Fortunately, me and my teacher both managed to ease into the dialogue and flirting, somehow catching a middle ground and successfully finding the same wavelength we can be on. I notice that after we're over the initial awkwardness, we have quite a lot of topics to discuss, things that interests us both. Dark arts, legilimency, rare ingredients, Snape was interested even in healing, asking me a variety of questions about how I treat certain injuries or sickness. After ordering a tiny dessert with whipped cream, I dipped my finger in the sweet foam, and placed it on the bat's nose, his surprised face earning a hearty laugh from me, and I swear I could see his eyes light up a bit upon seeing me laughing in such a childish but genuine style. I'm a bit drunk and I feel nice, why not have a little fun, right?
19:00
We slowly fall into a blissful silence after all the laughing and discussing, our stomachs full, the alcohol and good vibes giving our body a pleasant buzz. I'm looking out the window, admiring the beautiful mountains around us, all the trees gradually engulfed by the darkness of the winter night arriving. I feel a soft tap on my hand, and I turn my head towards the direction it came from, Snape wants my attention.
He reaches into his pocket, and takes out a small, flat black box, wrapped around with a purple ribbon, and I gasp in surprise as he places it in front of me on the desk.
"Professor…" I breathe out, my eyes dancing between the gift and Snape. His expression is calm and collected.
"Since I didn't give you anything for Yule, when you went out of your way to get me that book, I thought it wouldn't be fair if I didn't reciprocate your kindness."
I eye the box in awe, feeling like my heart wants to break out and open the box herself. Happiness courses through me as I take the gift in my hands, whispering a 'thank you, professor' to him, I gently remove the ribbon, and open my present. I press my palm to my mouth as the gift comes in sight, I'm touched to my core from the beauty and meaning behind it.
Before me lays a silver necklace in the form of a rolled-up snake, its head reaching upwards, holding a circle in his mouth in which the thin chain is put through. The snake's body is decorated with tiny emerald stones, each in the shape of a scale, and its eyes are two small onyx gems. A beautiful piece of art.
"This…" I begin, looking up at the bat, but I'm simply unable to find my words.
"It's for you. Wear it with pride, Nemesis of Snape." he says with his eyes closed and a smirk, raising his glass one last time to his mouth, finishing the drink.
My vision becomes blurry as tears gather in my eyes.
"Thank you, professor. I love it. Although, I think I'll only wear it under my shirt, I wouldn't want anyone to get suspicious." I choke out with a wide grin, sniffling a bit.
"I wouldn't mind if you wore it tonight. Only that." his smirk is simply constant this evening, and it seems my blush joins it too, because the rosy color spreads yet again on my cheeks. Images of me laying on my back with the serpent above my bare breasts are provoked by the potioner's teasing words, and as my mind wanders to forbidden waters again, Snape pulls me out of my daydreaming by placing his hand on mine gently.
"I suggest we save these images for later. We should head back to the castle, it's gotten dark already." his smile brings me back to the present moment, and I quickly glance out the window to see the stars shining high on the sky. We must be close to eight, so I nod to him in agreement, and the professor takes out the remaining Polyjuice potion, emptying the vial, and after a swift cloth adjustment we're on our way downstairs. As we approach Mr. Takano at the counter, the bat takes out a small leather purse to pay, but the old man holds up his hands.
"No pay. This was free for you. For helping my wife. Takano-san helps your date. Please come again."
Snape is surprised, but my eyes shine with glee as I thank the old man, and we leave the cozy bar, stepping out into the cold winter air.
"See, you didn't have to leave your paycheck." I remark, sticking out my tongue, but he just rolls his eyes at me with feigned annoyance. I take his warm hand in mine as we start to walk back towards Hogwarts, and we gradually merge with the crowd of celebrating people, all trying to find the perfect place to greet the New Year. For me, it's my professor's bed.
20:30
We're back in the castle, however Snape surprises me when we make our way up the stairs rather than going straight to the dungeons. I don't fear us being caught, since he's still in Drax's form; the potioner switched our positions now, me being the one who's led towards an unknown destination.
"Professor, where are we going?" I ask curiously with a hushed voice, not wanting to be overheard by anyone. The moving staircases are lit only by the torches fixed on the walls around us, giving a snug atmosphere to our sneaking around.
"You surprised me with a nice location for our date, now it's my turn. Although this surprise will be a tad different." he explains, and I can't take out anything from his words, he's back to his stern style, leaving me in fog, not giving me any leads as to where we might be going. I decide to let myself be surprised, as we climb the stairs and when we reach the fifth floor, I'm a bit dumbfounded. What are we doing on the fifth? Our feet take us through a few corridors and as the bat halts before an arched smaller door, I glance at him questioningly, but he just opens it and gestures for me to enter first. With a suspicious look I cautiously oblige, and my mouth hangs wide open as the sight of a giant bathhouse opens up before me, a huge bathtub with several swan-neck faucets, and amidst tall windows a breathtaking stained glass one with a mermaid on it, playing with her hair. The bathroom is simple but gorgeous, there's a marble fireplace in the far end of the room, I assume so the fire is safe from the bathwater. Snape swishes his wand, turning on the faucets, small lights giving the water a rainbow color, the crystal-clear liquid flowing beautifully in the giant tub. He closes the door and charms several locks on it, then mumbles a few protective spells and ghost-repelling hexes, making sure we don't get caught by a single soul in the castle. Turning to me, he speaks with a soft tone, taking out the antidote for Polyjuice.
"This is the prefect's bathroom. I assumed you've never been here, so I thought taking a nice bath together would help us get… familiar with each other better. They say you ought to welcome the new year with a cleansed body, so, what do you say? Care for a soak with me?" says the professor as he charms his clothes back to normal and gulps down the antidote, turning back to his original self.
I am so overwhelmed by the thought of stripping down in front of my teacher, that I just stand in one place, staring at him with a mad blush staining my cheeks, not being able to utter a word. I am screaming on the inside, like a teen in love (which I am technically) as the image of our naked bodies next to each other creeps into my mind, making my heart rate increase exponentially. I'm happy, nervous, anxious and a thousand more emotions race through me, but my lack of answer lets Snape think that I don't like all this, because the next minute he says with slight concern,
"If you're against the idea, we could go back to my office for a glass of wine, I simply thought—"
"No,no,no!" I interrupt him with vigor, snapping out of my embarrassed stupor, "I love the idea…" my voice drops to a whisper, because I'm one moment away from being swallowed by the marble ground below me. "I'm just… shy about it." I tell him, wrapping my arms around myself, feeling already naked in front of the bat, and trying to hide said invisible nakedness. Snape steps to me, sliding his hand under my chin with an understanding look.
"Let's proceed in a different manner then. While I light the fire in the hearth, you remove your clothes, and get in the water. There are enough bubbles for censoring, so you don't have to concern yourself with me seeing you yet." he says walking over to the fireplace, and starting to place a few pieces of wood in it by hand.
The excitement I feel inside helps me lift my foot, I take a towel from the prepared bunch at the entrance, and hurry behind a wider pillar to follow his words and strip down, so I can enter the steaming and relaxing bath. My hair is charmed in a bun, and I place the folded clothes on the short marble bench next to the pool. The still chilly air hitting my naked body ushers me into the tub, prompting me to hurry my steps.
Breathing is a bit difficult when your heart races in your chest, and as my torso makes a path in the bubbles, I notice Snape taking off the robe I gave him, and slowly, meticulously begins to undo the buttons on his cassock, keeping serious eye contact with me as I sit down on a ledge in the tub, (that is almost a smaller pool), the bubbles coming up to my clavicle. The warm water relaxes my muscles, and the thought that I'm currently watching my own professor strip down in front of me sends a lust-filled shiver down my spine, dripping down to my core like lava. Suddenly realizing that I'm staring, I quickly tear my face away, then my whole body follows, as I place my elbows onto the tub's edge, turning my back to the bat. I hear the rustling of his clothes, and I try my best to concentrate on the warm feeling this bath gives, accompanied by the flowery scent the bubbles surround me with, so I put my chin on the back of my hands, closing my eyes, my chest pressed to the side of the tub. With the fire crackling in the background, smaller waves are created as the bat joins me in the flowery foam, the hairs on my arm stand on end as I feel him approach step by step, excruciatingly slow. When I sense his presence exactly behind my back, not enough to touch, but enough to feel his aura, I hear his low, almost seductive baritone rumbling in his chest.
"Do you trust me?" he asks softly. I have to answer, since nodding my head is not an option when I'm only showing him my back.
"Yes." I breathe out into the silence, my core tingling with anticipation as to what the potioner might have in mind for me.
"I see you're a shy little girl, so how about we get you used to touch a bit more?" his whisper near my ear makes goosebumps appear on my skin, and I feel the potion master's fingers trail a line up my arms, making their way from my elbows to my shoulders, softly gliding up to my nape, and sensually crawling downward, following my spine. When he reaches my tailbone under the water, his hands travel to my front, slithering over my hipbone to rest under my navel, then gradually making their way upwards, reaching my breasts. I can barely register his fondling, the bat is skillfully caressing my body with feather-like touches, lightly brushing the underside of my mounds, his fingers fan out under my armpits; then changing up the sensations a bit, he rakes his nails lightly down my back, reaching the end of my spine again. I'm glued to the side of the pool, breathing heavily, the hands of the master igniting the blood in my veins, liquid fire coursing through them, heating my skin to gain a rosy color.
"Face me, dear." hushed words crawl in my ear, and I try my best to turn around without making contact, the fact that my teacher stands buck naked next to me still making me nervous. I make sure to keep my upper body strictly under water by crouching a bit, but as I look up to my bat, finally standing face to face, he takes a step forward, pressing my back to the edge of the tub, and making me stand up fully, breasts coming out of the water, hidden by bubbles. Snape slides his hand to my nape and pulls me in a sensual kiss, nothing forceful, nothing aggressive, just sweetly dominant, the bat's tongue slipping past my lips as I gasp in surprise, his body pressed into mine. I'm instantly brought in a haze as I taste him, my hands wander up his biceps, all the way to his back, hugging him close, and I'm ecstatic when I feel his erection pressing into my abdomen. He breaks our kiss way too soon for my liking, but I groan when his lips return to my neck, nibbling their way up to my ear.
"What have you done with your body today? You look ethereal. I can't keep my hands off you…" he purrs as he grabs the skin on my back, the motion pulling another tortured sound from my mouth. The pain mixed with the pleasure I'm getting from his tongue on my neck drive me insane.
"Do you have any idea how difficult it was to hold myself back in the restaurant? You look so enticing, I wanted to devour you right there on the table…" his finger trails down from my neck, following the shape of my breast. Landing right on my hardened nipple, pinching it a little, Snape elicits a sharp inhale from me, then lazily rubbing circles around it to soothe the minuscule pain afflicted, he suckles on the skin under my ear. I'm not able to formulate words in my current state, the desire rising my blood pressure to the skies, our bodies made slick by the soap rubbing together almost imperceptibly. Everywhere I'm touching him is like reaching into flame, his hot body against mine melting my cells into his own. I trace my hands over his chest and marvel at his Adonis-like figure, lean and firm muscles running beneath his tight skin. I'm screaming with joy inside at the thought that I'm able to touch him like that, enjoying every inch of his body, I eat him up with my eyes, and soon enough, I feel his hands grabbing my behind, kneading the half spheres, growling lowly next to me.
"You have a gorgeous body, kitten…" a sharp inhale through his teeth and the twitch of his member lets me know that my professor is standing quite on the edge, wishing to take me right here and now. But for some reason he chooses to torture himself, stepping away from me, leaving me a heaving mess at the edge. He walks over to the other side, taking a soft sponge in his hand, together with a tiny dark brown bottle, and returns while pouring a bit of the contents onto the sponge, gesturing me to turn around. I'm watching him a bit bamboozled, but comply nonetheless, although my core is screaming for any kind of contact, the tingle teasing my nerves, bringing them to a breaking point shortly.
The potion master takes his sweet time cleansing every inch of my body, and my eyes drop to the bubbles, the moonlight shining through the stained-glass window reflecting beautiful colors on the white foam around us, and coating our body with the hues of the mermaid also. After I'm thoroughly covered in soap, Snape presses down on my shoulders, prompting me to lower myself in the water for a quick rinse.
Now immaculate, I face my teacher again with a slight blush still on my cheeks, and take the sponge from him, meekly attempting to reciprocate his cleansing ritual, starting with his chest covered in fine hair. He lets me explore his physique curiously, longing hidden beneath my lashes, unsteady hands wander over his arms and shoulders, slowly turning him around so I can wash his back, a warm smile tugging at his lips the whole time. As I reach his lower back, I slide the sponge over his hip bone, intending to coat his lower abdomen in soap too, but accidentally, my hand brushes over his member, earning a hiss from the potioner.
"Oh! I'm so sorry professor, I didn't mean to…" my blush quadruples as I pull my hand back from his body in surprise, fearing that I might have caused some sort of pain.
"Impatient little minx…" he looks back at me with a smirk, then rinsing the soap off himself quickly, he turns around, and grabs my wrist.
"I think we're clean enough. Let's head back to my office."
23:00
As we step out from the fireplace in Snape's office, wearing nothing but a bathrobe conjured by the master himself, I walk over to the desk, placing my belongings next to some paperwork and empty vials. A minimal light enters the space provided by the moon, but the bat lights a few candles and the fireplace just for good measure. Snape reaches for two glasses on his shelf, then walking over to his bedroom, he returns with his secret supply of firewhiskey, pouring half a glass to both of us. He takes a seat in a black leather armchair, and placing one glass on the armrest, he beckons to me, gesturing to sit on his knee, like last time. I follow his orders, relishing the fact that I'm his mistress for tonight, and he pampers me with his undivided attention. When I take my place on his thigh, I'm handed a glass of whiskey.
"Here, let's dilute your embarrassment a bit. Do not misunderstand my intentions, I don't want you drunk, just ridden of your inhibitions. I want to provide a night filled with pleasurable moments, and excess embarrassment will make it more difficult for us." he explains with a serene expression, and I eye the yellow-brownish liquid, lost in the flame's reflection coming from the hearth, dancing on the side of the glass. I decide to gulp down the horrible tasting booze, as quickly as possible, since I still hate its bitter aroma. Snape follows my example, downing his drink just as fast as I did, and putting the glasses out of the way, on the floor, next to him. Led by a perverse idea, I stand up, walking to my purse, I take out the necklace Snape gave me, and hang it around my neck, making sure he doesn't see what I'm doing from his sitting position. The snake reaches exactly the beginning of the valley between my breasts, and the cold silver sends a small shiver down my back as it makes contact with my heated chest. The crackling fire warmed the smaller space quite fast, and with the alcohol starting to work the heat under my skin, it makes me just a tad bit hazy, but daring enough to do things I normally wouldn't. Like walking right in front of my teacher, untying my robe, and with wanton eyes, sliding the robe off my shoulders, dropping it on the floor.
I stand before Severus Snape stark naked, a silver serpent resting above my mounds, nothing more.
With slightly parted lips, maintaining the deepest and most audacious eye contact of my life with him. The snake shines above my heart, shadows of flame dance on my silhouette, as the professor takes in the sight of my stripped form, it doesn't get more open and vulnerable than this. I feel his eyes on every inch of my form, the curve of my neck, my hardened nipples, my slightly trembling hands, my creamy thighs and the damp lips between my hipbones. His face is a mix of awe and mesmerized, one thing's for sure, he didn't expect a move like this from me, but I'm just getting started. Hunger builds inside me towards him, and memories of our extreme detention return to my head, more specifically what I longed to do to him in my fantasy. Taking a small step forward, I shimmy my knee between his legs, parting them a bit more. I bow down to softly graze my lips over his, cupping his face with my hands, I ask permission for a kiss, and my access is granted; Snape cooperatingly opening his mouth, and my tongue slides in, exploring him from the inside, flesh dancing with flesh. My kiss is sloppy and needy, I want all of this man, and I feel like the snowball was dropped from the mountain in this moment, things are only going to escalate from here. At this point all of my inhibitions, shame, and embarrassment are thrown out the window, I swear to myself that I won't let this night be ruined by anything.
I reach for his knot on his abdomen to open his robe and expose the body I'm dying to touch and feel, my ministrations are successful, as the sight of his bare anatomy blesses my eyes. I feel the strong pulse in my core as I glance at his girthy manhood, the anticipation to be stretched out by this pleasure rod already wetting my inner walls. I leave my professor's mouth, a thin string of saliva still connecting our tongues, even our body fluids want to stay connected today. I drop to my knees between his legs, like I'm about to say a prayer to my master before sacrificing my virginity to him, but Snape winces with a shocked face realizing my intention. He leans forward from his laid-back position to grab my arm a bit forcefully.
"Don't…" he breathes, heaving slightly from the adrenaline shot caused by my act, an almost scared expression painted on his handsome features. Unfortunately, I know why he reacts like this. His memories told me everything. Snape never let anyone do this to him, because his unwavering belief of him not deserving anything of the sort was so strong; he forbid himself any kind of sexual act where only he is on the receiving end, this was also part of his self-hatred and self-punishment. However, tonight I want to break this cycle. So, placing my hands on his chest, I push him back in the chair, giving him a shorter kiss this time, I press my forehead to his, grab his nape to strengthen the contact, and with closed eyes I breathe the words onto his lips,
"Severus, please… I beg you… let me taste you…"
The potion master lets out a tortured breath, almost like the smallest sob, then squeezing his eyes shut, he turns his head to the side. Is he struggling with himself? It seems so for me. Despite me being the virgin, I want to take this slow with my lover, (now I have every right to call him that, right?) so at first, I shower his exposed neck with open-mouthed kisses, then I descend gradually to his chest, caressing, kissing, drawing circles around his nipples, listening to the soft sounds escaping his throat. As I reach below his navel, he finally pins his gaze on me again, watching my every move with eagle-eyes full of lust and unease, he's about to receive his first oral experience, and I can tell he's nervous. Crossing my fingers in my head that his guilt won't show up, I at last touch his member, gently sliding my fingers under the base, and giving it a long lick from base to tip, Severus sinking his nails in the fake leather, clenching his jaw with a hiss, his knuckles turning white from the intense sensation. Encouraged by his sweet and absolutely sexy reaction, my tongue encircles the tip, I can taste the slight bitterness of his precum, and I'm in heaven as his masculine, strong taste intoxicates me, enjoying every lick and caress I can offer him with my tongue. My professor is panting in the armchair, concentrating on my mouth and fingers, grasping the armrest with a vice-like hold, and seeing the pleasure on his face I get a naughty idea. Hoping that I won't scare him off with this move, I slowly engulf his cock entirely, feeling the head going down my throat. My eyes roll back at the pleasure I feel as I swallow around him, my nose nestled between his pubic hairs, his scent making my folds dripping with desire for him. A minuscule gag reflex is provoked, but I manage to fight it back, and my reward is out of this world. Severus throws his head back with a heavy moan, his hand immediately flying to my hair, gripping it, and I can feel a barely noticeable tremble in his legs. I'm 100% driven by my intuition now, there's no logical thinking, just following what my heart and my pussy dictates, using the best of my skills to drive this man into pure bliss.
"Oh Merlin…" he moans, looking back at me, mouth agape and a thin layer of sweat coating his body in the office's warm atmosphere. I pull back a little, then forward again, trying to get my throat used to his girth, and trying to control my breathing to give as much delight as I can to my dear bat. But to my biggest surprise, after a few sets of in-swallow-out, combined with low, guttural moans for enhancement, Snape breathes out with trembling voice, fingers entangled in my hair,
"Oh God, I'm sorry, I can't—" and the next moment I feel his hot seed filling my mouth and flowing down my throat. I'm beyond thrilled as I see his body tense up, limbs quivering, eyes rolling back, overwhelmed by the tsunami of climax over and over again. I eagerly drink every drop of him, closing my eyes, losing myself in the sensation of his pulsating cock between my lips. His breathing is ragged and his chest is quivering with every inhale, his eyes stuck on me as I give him one last suck, making him gasp, then cleaning him up nicely.
Severus stays motionless for long seconds before he cups my face forcefully, and crashes his mouth into mine, dominating my tongue with his.
"You are incredible." he growls with half-lidded eyes, releasing my face. There's adoration in his eyes, infatuated by me as the potioner stands up, takes my hand in his, and gently leads me towards his bedroom. Desire is roaring inside me as we enter the dark room, the only source of light is the fire burning in the office, and at this point I'm so starved for touch, that if I don't get some kind of stimulation, anything, I will go insane at this very place. Luckily, Severus hears my thoughts, and gingerly pushing me on the bed, he presses my thighs to my breasts, making me squeal in surprise at being suddenly opened up. The potioner leans to my ear to whisper his filthy words in it, fueling the wildfire burning up my every cell in the semi-darkness.
"Shh, kitten, don't be afraid. I would never hurt you; you know that. I shall make you fall apart with everything I have, you will cum again and again for me until you are unable to think from pleasure…" his teeth find my earlobe, biting it, and I whimper, the need between my legs growing by the second. The potioner's weight is lifted off me, and the next moment I sense his hands sliding up the back of my thighs, holding my legs in place, and I feel it. His slick tongue runs up from my opening to the top of my clit, my hands gripping the comfy sheets under me, wrinkling them with vice-like squeeze. Soft, wanton sounds leave my parted lips, alternating between moans and gasps, half lidded eyes slightly rolling back, disheveled hair laid out around me. I'm out of it, completely immersed in pleasure, fiery desire burning my every atom, making my surroundings fading into a blur, I never felt something so overwhelming. Passion engulfs my mind and core, dragging its tongue along my quivering body, craving touch, friction, release, igniting new flames of want in its way. Two long fingers are currently sheathed inside me, the inner walls coating generously the intruder in liquid lust, then curling inside, they make me twitch, I lift my groin off the edge of the bed for better access. My favorite teacher is squatting on the floor at the end of said bed, nestled in between my legs, driving me slowly insane. A loud groan leaves my dried mouth, I shift my eyes to look down to the man bathing me in fire. I try my best to demand more from him, but the words die in my throat, as a slick thumb presses to my clit, sending a violent shiver up my spine.
"Tsk tsk, impatient, are we?" he drawls lowly with a smirk on his face. I pant at his words; I feel like I could fall apart at any moment.
"Severus, please…" I breathe out, desperate for him to pick up his pace and grant me the release I am so yearning for.
"Don't be in such a hurry kitten, I want to enjoy watching your dripping core as she swallows my fingers so eagerly…Let me bask in your desire for me, let me cherish your body, as she screams for me to fill her." every word of his licks tantalizingly at my nerves, making me whimper, slowly reaching my breaking point. My juices make the filthiest sloppy sound as he moves his fingers inside me, deliberately touching my sweet spot with every thrust but only for a split second. It's driving me mad.
"Ah, such delicious noises your flower makes…I can feel you trembling inside, you know. Does the thought of your professor fingering you make you this wet? Or would you prefer coming undone while you're split apart by my cock?" he drags his tongue over my heated sex, earning a squeal from my trembling form. Snape hums lowly in his throat in approval. "Mmm, you taste heavenly my dear…"
"Severus, please… don't torture me…" I whimper on the verge of tears. The denial of release is getting to me, so I try to reach between my legs to touch myself, but the potion master slaps the back of my hand. I yank my hand back to my chest, putting my other hand on the invisible sting the smack left on my skin.
"Hands off the ache, dear. You're only allowed to use your mouth, so let me hear you beg for it." the potion master pierces his lustful gaze in mine, his voice carrying the pinnacle of dominance.
"Please… let me cum…" I breathe out shakily, lifting my head off the covering to take in the image of my teacher buried knuckles-deep in me.
"Hm? What was that? I couldn't quite catch that, could you repeat it louder for me?" teases the dark man, an evil grin in the corner of his lips.
"Please, Severus, let me finish!" I repeat louder this time, frustration building in my lower abdomen. For a second I think he will finally give in and lets me reach my peak already, but instead the potioner withdraws his fingers and divine mouth, and I feel his weight slowly coming above me again.
"Trust me kitten." he whispers, entwining our fingers, and pinning my arm above my head, placing a gentle kiss on my forehead. As I feel the head of his stiff member at my entrance, I gasp in unease, a momentary concern taking over me, fearing the possibility of our intimacy being painful. However, Snape slides his hand onto my cheek, planting a gentle kiss on my lips.
"Do not worry, I assure you, you will like it. You will not be in pain." his calming baritone soothes my anxiety, but suddenly, we hear fireworks going off outside, along with clapping and cheering, a few whistles could also be heard mixed in the celebration. The potioner just looks in my eyes with a warm smile,
00:00
"Happy New Year." Severus says, then inserts himself deep inside me in one swift motion. I'm so wet at this point that he has no difficulty pushing himself in, his cock slides in beautifully, and I'm instantly trembling under this man, my inner walls clamping down on his manhood. Holy. Fucking. Merlin. I'm deliciously stretched out by him, he's applying pressure to that blissful g-spot with his head, and I feel his testicles touching my bum, he's fucking balls deep inside me and I'm losing my mind. I'm holding onto him with my free hand, like my life is at stake, scratching his back in pure euphoria. I can't control my body as it overflows with urgent need, and hooking my legs around his waist, my desperate plea flows into the sensual setting,
"Oh fuck, Severus… Severus, for the love of Merlin, move!"
I only hear his chuckle. Then, like the most ferocious beast, ecstasy is ripping my body apart as he starts thrusting into me, nailing my sweet spot every single time and expertly fucking me into the mattress, taking care of course to not cause the slightest pain with his movements. I'm a panting and moaning mess, and I just laugh internally at my initial fear of pain… pfff pain? What pain? I'm literally burned alive by lust and the best feeling my body ever felt, the relentless movements of those exquisite hips bringing me closer to heaven's gates with each passing second. I can feel a smaller wet spot under us, sloppy sounds filling the room mixed with my heated noises, my back arching upwards into Snape's chest, the master pinching my nipple in the meantime. I sense my orgasm approaching, and the potioner's caresses only quadruple its speed, I just need one tiny sound, movement, anything to throw me over the edge.
"Cum for me, kitten…" his breath tickles my neck, and the next second I feel his teeth sinking in my skin, pushing me over the edge, making my whole body taut, legs trembling uncontrollably. I'm seeing stars as I feel my pussy clamp down on the potioner's cock, his warm seed burning my passage, and a loud squeal is ripped out of my throat as my inner walls milk him with rhythmic contractions. The professor collapses next to me, heaving, trying to catch his breath, and after I calmed down a bit, I crawl next to Snape, resting my head on his upper arm, and running my fingers through his sweaty hair. He closes his embrace over my waist, tracing lightly circles on my abdomen with a smug and content smile. We're both exhausted and sticky, but for now, we stay in bed enjoying the pleasant buzz of the aftermath. After long minutes of huffing and just resting in each other's embrace, I get curious about something.
"Severus?" my voice is barely a whisper, not wanting to disturb the calm moment.
"Hm?" I hear on his voice that he's spent for the night. All those transformations with the Polyjuice took a toll on his body.
"When was the last time you had sex like this?" the question came from nowhere, but I'm truly curious, since I didn't check really every single memory of his. After a short pause, Severus turns to me, and lays a kiss on my forehead.
"An experience like this? Never before."