A/N: Oh my god what shit have I written? Does it even matter since it's been so long? Whatever. Is this only the first of many haituses? Yes, lol. This is not very edited, maybe I'll come edit this POS later. Here you go. Sorry for the wait. Here's some nearly-consensual sex with Severus. Happy Christmas in May. - MC
Severus found me later that week, pouring over my book on magical art-forms in the library, having not eaten in days. He looked on with worry and eagerness. I was both wary and excited to see him, and somewhere deep down a part of me cried a little at that. His fingers brushed mine as he placed his hand on the table.
"You've not been in the Great Hall."
"I've been busy."
"You have been hiding and I don't like it. I like you out in plain-" he suddenly remembered to whisper. "I like you out in plain light. I like knowing your movements."
"Work a little harder. I've been in here for days. Who do you think you are?" I smiled. "My boyfriend?"
The room became colder, and he became a menacing energy. I opened my mouth to apologize, but he grabbed me, hard, and threw me out of the area. My wrists were still raw from earlier in the week. Still, I managed not to wince. Maybe it was the sudden fear I felt. In the hall he was seething, his temper far exceeding the jab I'd issued. I had prodded a deeper wound than I'd indented. I opened my mouth again to speak and he slapped me.
"Do not speak, girl! You are out of line. Detention. Go."
My mouth was bleeding. I said no. He looked around. There was a group of third or fourth-years rounding the corner.
"What do you mean, 'no'?" he said, stepping back from me, his hands folded within his robes. I'd thrown him off-balance in a public place. He could do nothing.
"I was in the middle of something. I've already got detention in three days or so. Leave me be, Professor."
I could see the effect magnifying. He was uncomfortable without the fear. He shuffled like he was reaching for his wand. I shook my head in warning, but his eyes were those lost to reasoning. I had to use fear in the same way he'd used fear on me.
"Jennifer, over here."
One of the girls in the group turned toward me, paused a moment, it being Snape and all, and then, reluctant, she came over.
"Hello, Professor Snape. Hello Piroska. I've been studying my Potions."
"That's good. The Professor here was just asking me if I'd practiced any with my friends since, you know, I shouldn't get rusty over break. Would you like to try some later? Review is always good for me."
Snape was seething, but very apparently had paled. His hand was twitching somewhere in his cloaks, and it was surely gripped tightly around his wand, but I didn't care. He wouldn't risk it in front of six other students. One was bound to get away and tell. He let me leave with her because he had no real choice. The girl agreed wholeheartedly that practice was a good idea since she had an exam right after break and she hadn't managed to get the method quite right in class. I slipped away from him as he brooded over his failure. I could not possibly explain to him that I liked him fine as a professor and would have gladly given a relationship a go, that he didn't need to be my master for me to come back to him every week; it actually drove me away. He would not understand and he would not listen. I sat with the gaggle of girls and explained the proper way to powder dried salamander tails to Jennifer.
...
Christmas loomed ever closer and he approached me once more, this time on a Saturday; I was alone in the hall, letting my fingers glance across gloriously decorated Christmas tree after Christmas tree, listening to the bells tinkle as I let the branches bounce, and watching the shimmering fairies giggle as I walked by. He slid up behind me, like the darkest shadow, and enveloped me in his cloak, arms coming to restrain me as I strode.
"Why did you do that, Piroska?" His lips brushed against my ear, sending violent shivers through my body. He smiled against her hair. "I can't have you disobeying me. You're alone now."
I whimpered, glancing back and forth across the hall as best I could, but knowing he was right. I tried to play along, as though I were still madly in love with him, even as he raped and tortured me for his own satisfaction on a regular basis:
"Please, Severus," I whispered, trying not to let my voice betray me, "let me kiss you. Let me fuck you."
I felt him loosen in shock, letting me spin around to throw my arms around his neck. His face was so shocked, so full of emotion in that moment that I almost felt my stomach flip with butterflies. Before he could stop me, I leaned up on my toes and kissed him, hoping to offset some of my future pain with passion. His eyes hardened, and his grip was icy on my warm forearm; the last detention seemed so long ago, I'd forgotten what physical fear felt like.
He pulled me roughly along toward his chamber. Stumbling, tripping, and flat-out falling did nothing to slow us down; he would just lift me by my arm and continue striding. I felt eyes on me as we passed one or two of the kids unfortunate enough to be stuck at the castle with me, but they were not enough to merit fear in the man.
Severus stood before me, lean body exposed in the dim light. I was reclining on the bed, trying my best seductive pose in nothing but my panties and shirt, but my expertise was nonexistant. He approached, wand at the ready, and mounted the bed. With one hand, he slid the wand up my thigh, making my skin positively crawl; his other hand came up to apply light pressure to my throat. I made to caress him, but my arms had been restrained, silently, without my knowing it; this time, for the first time, the ropes were not painful. His tongue slid out and traced my jawline, slipping down my neck, down my clavicle to my breast. I tried to moan instead of whimpering, tried thrusting gently as his wand came to massage me through my panties. He slipped the wand around the panties, slid it an inch, two inches inside of me. I gasped audibly and his smirk sent a wave of moisture unwillingly to lubricate his wand.
"How would you like it," he murmured in my ear, nipping between words and caressing my cartilage with his tongue, "if I set my wand ablaze? Sent pain straight to your core? What if I cut you from the inside, out?" He began to work the wand in and out, swirling it in circles. My need grew as he flicked it inside of me again and again.
"Please," I said, voice quivering with the effort, "please just take me. I want you. I want your cock inside me." It was the only way he'd let me go, the only way he'd stop teasing me with the idea of pain.
"Why would you want my cock? Isn't pain more delicious?" he cooed, jamming his wand even further up, nearly to the hilt.
"I-I…" I stuttered, struggling to think around the storm of sensations his wand was bringing me, "I want it b-because…" He began nibbling on my nipple, rolling the other with his free hand as he thrust faster with his wand. I panted, trying to gather any thoughts at all. "I want your cock because it's so big." I cringed at how cliché I sounded, but it seemed to work, anyway.
He slid himself out so I could see, let his wand do a little more work before he pressed his engorged head against my sickeningly slick opening. I readied myself, calling on any gods I held possible to keep the event short. With a hearty slap, he rammed himself into me, sound reverberating around the room and echoing back. He tightened his grip around my neck, and I must have clenched in response because he moaned each time, and then tightened just a little more. I was nearly blacking out by the time he came, jizz having squirted onto my midsection. Something about that turned him on, because he ran his hand all around my pelvis, rubbing his seed all over me, coating me in the milky, slick substance. He didn't order me to leave, but pulled me close, between his legs.
I could feel him breathing heavily as he pulled the covers up, trapping me against his body; he wanted me to stay the night, and I hardly had a choice. Slime dripping down the walls, moisture freezing in mini icicles, the room never felt warmer than it did that night.