A/N Thank you to all of you who followed from the start, here is the lemon you've been waiting for!
Ravenclaw had won the last match of the season. The play was clean even though the pitch was a bog of mud, and so, dirt splattered much of Severus's legs and weighed his boots down as he marched toward the Changing Rooms. The official Hogwarts Quidditch trunk floated behind him on its way to being returned to the broom shed. The weather was so unpleasant that both players and spectators had left immediately after the snitch was caught. He was filthy and annoyed, his cheeks flushed despite the cold and his broom clenched against his leg.
Snowflakes started to fall, one by one at first, then two by two, then ten by ten. Soon, the snow appeared to be blowing sideways on a bone-chilling wind, settling on his shoulders and in his sweat-slicked hair. The little flakes stung as they hit his skin but as the sensation of pain took hold, they started to melt from the warmth of his face before vanishing.
In the distant north-east, Hogwarts stood against the blue mountain peaks, the Castle was crowned with a dark bank of clouds that churned and rumbled. Upon seeing the amassing snowstorm, Severus forced his feet faster, anxious to get back to the dungeons and set up his alchemy station, yet his dog-tired body nagged him for a hot meal and a long nap instead. Either way, he was desperate to not be caught in the brewing storm on his way back. It was early Saturday afternoon, and he had planned to begin the process of crafting Holly's protective artefact as soon as he could. He checked his watch, and, noting that lunch would almost be over, he decided to get something from the kitchens on his way down to his cliffside tower.
Severus crunched over the last patch of frozen gravel and blasted the door open with a wind charm. He caught it with a foot and waited only long enough for the chest – and a drift of snow – to blow inside.
The rooms were warm and he was grateful to see a fire lit in the wood stove in the centre. After putting away the broom and trunk, he threw his locker open and tore his flying goggles off, tossing them inside. As he loosened the cloak fastenings, a faint thud sound caught his notice. Keeping an open mind to the fact that it could just be his sleep-deprived imagination, he continued removing his cloak and strained his ears for more telling sounds.
The Changing Rooms were part of the pitch's ancient wooden structure and shifted with the strong gale, creating all manner of creaking noises. Nevertheless, he remained quite certain that someone else was here, and in the movement of hooking his Quidditch cloak at the back of the locker, he slid his wand into his palm from the holster above his glove.
The intense endorphin rush following the game granted him lucidity even though he was tired enough to sleep standing up by now. Severus turned around, armed and ready.
"Show yourself," he instructed the nearby lockers.
A shimmer in the air not far away drew his eyes and not long after, Holly pulled her invisibility cloak off, balling it around her hands to shield her from the cold.
"Oh," Severus mumbled as his black eyes settled on her, he hesitated for a second before lowering his wand.
Holly
The Potions Master didn't look surprised to see her, in fact, the resigned "oh" he uttered before turning his back and removing his gloves told her he definitely expected worse people than her to sneak up on him.
She noticed his hand tremble as he chucked his gloves onto the shelf. Usually, he would attempt to hide the quaking, but today he seemed spread thin.
Maybe his mad lifestyle finally caught up with him.
Holly folded her arms and leant back against the side of the lockers, watching as the wizard got rid of his flying gear. Seeing him in Quidditch garb was a secret pleasure of hers; he was tall and lean without his vast teaching robes and dressed smartly in a black waistcoat, the usual cravat. As always, his white shirt was buttoned up to his Adam's apple like some priest. His flying breeches were tucked into high boots and his hair was tied back, only a few strands curtained his face.
The only time he ever dressed differently was for Quidditch.
Holly wanted to swoon some more but instead experienced a rush of hate toward Umbridge for banning her from her favourite sport. A surge of jealousy toward everyone who could still play followed – even if the weather was this bad – and even if she wasn't in Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw …
"Cho caught the snitch then?" She asked, unable to keep the bitterness out of her voice.
"Are you referring to the pretty Ravenclaw boy?" he asked after a silent stretch, still turned away.
She did not expect him to react with his own little spark of jealousy.
"The seeker, yeah."
"He did," Severus said, sounding like he wanted to add "unfortunately".
Holly stared at her shoes. She wanted to kick herself for always giving her angsty emotions away to him on a silver platter. If he did not know about her petty feelings before, he certainly did now.
The timber structure complained under a violent gust of wind.
Severus threw her a dirty look over his shoulder as he plucked on the clasps of his elbow guards.
"You know I'm only there because of you," he said coolly, exhaustion evident in the defeated tone he used to deflect her.
"And yet… you forget about me easily," she stated evenly, peeking at him through her hair.
His obsidian eyes narrowed as he processed her words.
He really did forget…
"Muffliato," he murmured, spiralling his wand through the air as he turned to face her. "What do you mean?" he asked pointedly as he shook the leather braces from his arms.
"I had detention scheduled for this morning, remember, Professor?"
Professor Severus Snape threw the braces in the locker and when he turned back; his gaunt cheeks were now slightly green. He looked like a tree struck by lightning.
"Fuck," he hissed, realisation dawning on him like a bag of bricks.
"Shit," he said, indubitably now thinking of Umbridge.
"Don't worry," she picked up a hand and studied her nails. "I went without you. And yeah," Holly rolled her eyes, "she came by to check in."
A minute passed in which at least four distinct emotional phases flashed over his face.
"You served detention without me…" he repeated, before suddenly looking pained, "What did you do?" Severus asked through his teeth, moving closer.
She shrugged, "I had to break into your classroom. But I only scrubbed the cauldrons at the back and thank Merlin 'cause she came in just after I started."
Holly let her words hover, aware that she was looking rather smug with herself.
"Look!" she added off-the-cuff, holding up her red-raw hands as evidence.
"That was not necessary," he said in earnest, stepping forward and taking hold of her wrist to examine the abrasion of her skin. She noticed his subtle wince when touching her.
She bit her lip at his disgruntled expression.
"And this is why gloves are essential." He grimaced, stepped back and clasped his hands behind his back.
"I will give you Murtlap later."
I don't want him to hurt and he doesn't want me to hurt.
"Did she say anything?" he asked, looking away.
"I told her that you told me you had to check on her batch of 'special potions.'" Holly wiggled her brows, "I don't think it will work again. But she bought it," she added, grinning.
The tension in his shoulders lessened and it looked like he wanted to smile. His eyes shifted back to hers momentarily before running over her grey cardigan and old jeans. She became uncomfortably aware that she practically reeked of aunt Petunia's particular brand of green dish soap.
But the wizard appeared to be too tired to care what she smelled of. He blinked, looked away and sank onto the wooden bench in the middle of the row of lockers to undo the clasps behind his calves.
"Were you followed?" he asked after peeling the muddy guards from his legs, looking up at her through his hair.
Holly flicked the piece of the map sticking from her pocket and said: "I checked."
"There's a storm coming. We should not be here."
"I just wanted to ask what I should do after the cauldrons ... and then I saw you on the map, out here on your own…" She paused, "And besides, everyone's leaving for home."
It was a burden she hadn't really wanted to share.
His fingers stilled in his laces and a shadow crossed his face.
"Don't feel sorry for me," she said loudly, annoyed at the unintended consequences of her impulsive comments.
"Well," he started gruffly, kicking off his boots, "You are welcome to seek me out for a game of Wizard's Chess this merry Yuletide," he said, and where lesser men would have considered a wink, he just pursed his thin lips in an ambiguous manner. "Or better yet, we can schedule your Occlumency lessons per diem over the holidays."
"Per diem?"
"Latin. Daily," he said, regarding her with a detached air as he worked his cravat loose.
"Oh. I guess. Thanks. Yeah. Wonderful …" Holly said. Right then, some reason, her brain dredged up Malfoy's comment from a long-ago Potions class: "I do feel sorry," he had said, "for all those people who have to stay at Hogwarts for Christmas because they're not wanted at home."
Idiot.
Holly stood brooding for a few moments too long. She knew it was too long because Professor Snape asked: "Chess not your strong suit? … or is it that you have no further need for Occlumency?" His brows raised with something like contempt.
He's either thinking I don't want to spend time with him or he just prefers me angry instead of sad.
The storm was on them now, sleet hit the roof and created a muffled white noise in the background.
Holly was still thinking of a good retort when he started unbuttoning his waistcoat and she realised seeing Severus Snape like this was a rare treat indeed. She was burning with curiosity to see his body, all of a sudden afraid he would bound away if she made any sudden movements.
Severus pulled off his vest, glowering at her watching him.
"It seems, Miss Potter, that I will have to restrain you to stop you dogging me," he said in a bored tone.
"I thought you'd never ask!" She clapped her hands together as he rolled his eyes.
"Merlin, you're an easy tease," she snorted at his affronted expression and sniggered behind her hand. "Oh don't pout Professor, how about a spanking instead?" She laughed openly.
His expression was priceless and for a moment it seemed as though he had some retort burning the tip of his tongue but after another, changed his mind.
"Still think we can handle fucking about then?" he asked dryly, the dark rings under his eyes giving him a dark and menacing look.
"Still think I can't handle you?" she bit back, sticking out her hip and rising to the challenge.
An ember blazed in his black eyes and he stepped over the locker bench with one long leg, taking a seat sideways. He was facing her expectantly, legs open and wearing only a white shirt with an untied cravat, breeches and black socks.
"Come here," he said softly, refusing to meet her gaze and instead focusing on his clasped hands.
Holly pressed her glasses further up her nose and moved to sit in front of her Professor.
"Turn away," he said.
She obeyed, flinging her leg over the bench to turn her back on him.
She felt his cold fingers on her shoulders first. They rested there lightly before he gripped harder and slid her closer to him on the smooth wood.
His body was warm and carried the faint scent of parchment, ink and sweat. He raised his hands to her hair and ran his hands over the wildest fly-aways, combing through her mane with his long fingers. Although she wasn't sure of the meaning of it, it felt tender and gentle and a jolt tugged at her belly each time he caressed her scalp.
Before long, he parted her tresses into sections and twisted them together in a tight braid starting at the nape of her neck. His knuckles bumped against her lower back as the plait started to get lengthy and when he reached the end, she felt him tie it together with some non-verbal spell. His hands did not linger.
"There," he declared, flipping the heavy plait over her shoulder like a gift.
Holly rolled the neat braid in her hand but really basked in his warmth and proximity. If she could scoot back just an inch, she would be in his lap.
"Bend over," he said not far from her ear as if hearing her thoughts. Then his wand tip pressed gently between her shoulder blades to guide her onto her tummy. She gripped the bench and laid down on her front, turning her head sideways to lay her ear against the smooth wood of the bench, her rear now spread between his legs. Her cardigan pulled up to expose the small of her back to the chilly air.
The wood was cold and she heard her heart hammer but despite her vulnerable position, she was thrilled to be allowed this close to him.
He spoke from afar, his voice a low baritone, "I would like to see all of you ..." She felt his fingers twitch on her bare skin. "May I?" He asked, the tip of his wand trailing up her spine to where her cardigan blocked its progress.
"Yes," she piped, closing her eyes and locking her feet underneath the bench, her toes scrabbling the planks of the floor.
He mumbled something and slashed his wand through the air. In a moment, she was stripped bare and goosebumps spread across her skin at the sensation.
Severus leaned over her naked form with his clothed body. "I want you to count them," he whispered in her ear before moving away again.
Holly lifted her head to glance back, "Count wha – ?"
She heard it before she felt it. His wand lashed down and she felt a burning sting on her left buttock.
Holly yelped out of shock more than pain, she lifted her chest and twisted her neck to look over her shoulder. He regarded her with eyes hooded in shadows and heated with intense pleasure, a sincere smile on his thin lips at seeing her stretched open and at his mercy.
"You were right, Princess," he said, his dark eyes raking over her. "Your impertinence alone merits a proper spanking."
Holly gasped when he traced the mark he had made on the outside of her cheek with his thumb.
"Now lay down," he commanded silkily, "and count."
He brought his wand down, in the same manner, a second time but on the opposite cheek.
This time, she bit her lip without crying out and breathed, "One," as he smoothed a finger over the weal.
"Much better," he said.
A dull ache started to form in her core and Holly arched her hips from the bench, hoping to make contact with any part of him. To her surprise, he took the bait and stroked her folds as she offered herself to him.
Then his hand was gone and the next strike landed on the inside of her thigh. She clenched her teeth and said, "Two."
He caressed the mark left on soft swell of her thigh, before making another, this time across her slit.
"Three," Holly moaned, holding the bench tighter and feeling a gush of wetness leaking from her pussy.
The following strike fell high on her leg.
Why is he straying? He had just found the perfect spot?
"Four," she whispered, curving her hips away from the seat, eager for another touch which came as a mere light brush.
"Please," Holly whined in frustration, turning her head to lay on the other ear.
"What?" He snapped from somewhere behind her.
"Please touch me again," she said.
"Where would you like me to touch you?"
Too late to be shy now. She bit her lip.
"My pussy," she whispered, hoping he could hear her.
"Excuse me?"
"My pussy," she said again, louder.
Much to her delight, he obliged, gently tracing her folds until she could hear the sound of her wetness on his fingers. Then he plunged two fingers inside her, making her shudder at the sensation of fullness.
"Gods," he groaned, pressing deeper, his knuckles now brushing her clit.
He squeezed her arse, pulling a cheek away to expose more of her to him.
Holly looked over her shoulder and met his burning gaze.
He seemed engrossed with her nether region, jerking his fingers in and out, nails occasionally scraping her walls.
Her head was spinning with the storm he built inside her and soon she was holding onto the bench, singing his name and riding his fingers until stars popped in front of her eyes and a wave of pure bliss broke over her. Her walls contracted and her juices spilled into his palm. She heard him growl and still her hips, keeping his fingers motionless inside her as he was feeling her contractions around him.
In the afterglow of her orgasm, he traced the hot welt on the side of her rump and she pushed herself up to a sitting position. She scooted backwards until she collided with him, his breath was in her neck and his chest against her naked back.
"Thanks …" she sighed, resting her head on his shoulder.
He was rigid and silent for a while and then his hands snaked across her chest, kneading her breasts and tugging on her pebbled nipples.
A glowing log collapsed in the oven with a dull thump.
"More?" he asked and she could feel his chest vibrating with the deep baritone of his voice.
He slipped her plait over to her other shoulder and laid his lips against her neck in a tender kiss. His hair tickled her exposed skin.
"I want you to come too, Professor" she whispered against his ear.
He dipped down to catch her lips with his own, evoking the liquid fire in her belly again.
"You may call me Severus when we are alone." He whispered.
His hands roved over her stomach, neck and chest. He drew her closer, his erection pressing into her back. Holly wriggled against him, trying to stimulate his hard length.
"Wait," he said as if woken from a deep trance. He halted her rolling hips and rose.
"Give me your hand," he said, looking down on her.
Holly took his waiting hand and stood up with jelly knees.
"You can tell me to stop at any time," he said, casting his shirt to the floor.
Holly nodded fervently, drinking him in. His body was slender enough to reveal the elongated muscles under the marble white skin, crisscrossed by a couple of old scars. His paleness was only broken by the stark black hair on his chest, trailing down his stomach and disappearing in his breeches.
Severus grabbed her hand and twirled her around to face the lockers.
"Hold onto the door," he instructed, pointing at a bottom door hanging ajar.
He stepped from his trousers and released his cock.
Holly bent over and gripped the thin sheet of metal, peering back.
Severus drew his nails over her skin, his right hand shaking. It felt like quills tracing over her skin, taking note of every curve and fold.
"Do you like me like this?" she asked, watching with lidded eyes as he worshipped at the temple of her body.
He looked up from tracing her curves, his cheeks tinted with a flush.
"Yesss," he hissed, stroking himself against her wet slit.
She hissed back at him with a grin, fire coiling in her tummy.
"You have to put it in," he said, breathing heavily while reaching around to cup a tit with his free hand.
"Like this?" She grasped his cock and plugged the fat tip into herself.
He edged closer to her, now gripping her hips.
Holly gasped, clinging to the door and revelling in the feeling her hole stretching to accommodate his girth. She bucked back, trying to nudge him deeper.
"Deeper," she moaned, rocking back.
Severus adjusted his grip and obliged, thrusting into her warm, wet hole until she squealed and threw her head back. He groaned and slid out entirely before plunging back.
Her mouth hung slack as he continued stretching her out for himself, it wasn't painful, just so full.
Her knees shook and she shifted to keep herself upright, not realising she was closing her legs. A delicate slap on the inside of her thigh reminded her to open herself wider for him.
"Hold yourself open," he commanded, stumbling them into the wall of lockers. She pulled herself open to allow him easier entry. She was now sandwiched between him the cold metal lockers but her brain was clouded with absolute lust.
He increased the speed and depth of his thrusts and soon she was laying back in his arms, biting her lip and not even rocking back to meet him anymore.
She tightened her muscles around his cock, determined to drive him crazy. He grunted a string of unintelligible curses.
The feeling of him thrusting into her was simply overwhelming. He pulled her hips toward him, impaling her even deeper and extracting animalistic noises from her throat too.
She tried to meet his thrusts again, driving his balls to slap against her and making them moan at the intensity in unison.
"Enough!" Severus exclaimed abruptly. He grabbed onto her hips and restrained her movements.
"What's wrong?" she looked over her shoulder; he stood frozen behind her, holding her still, head bowed as if in prayer.
Please," he begged as she tried to push back against him again. "I don't want it to be over."
"That's … sweet …" she grunted, her face still pressed against the lockers. He groaned in her neck and shoved his cock back inside.
Severus heaved a sigh and seemingly out of nowhere, said, "Will you spend Yule with me?"
Holly answered two thrusts later by licking the shell of his ear and whispering, "As long as we can do this," to illustrate her point, she clenched down on his cock.
Severus grinned into her hair and replied by impaling her wet hole until he hit her limit, her eyes rolled back in her head.
"I have to warn you –" he said, sliding an arm across her tits, "– I will have to tie you to my bed and keep you for at least three days."
"Okay," she panted back, "as long as there's treacle tart."
He grinned, twisted her plait around his fist and pulled her head back as he reached around her hips to find her clit.
"Come for me again," he said, rubbing her mercilessly.
He granted himself an orgasm too and she could feel his cock pulsing as he unloaded his seed as deep inside her warmth with a guttural growl. His hands like pincers on her hips and she howled into his neck, coming hard and milking his rigid length.
They stood huddled and panting together for a while, his breath warm on her back.
Then he pulled out of her and slumped to the floor with his back against the wall.
"Come here," he growled, pulling on her hand. Holly crouched next to him, squeaking in surprise when he pulled her against his chest.
He held her tightly and before long, his arms went limp and she realised he had fallen asleep, her legs were thrown over his hips, his cock softening between her thighs. In fear of disturbing him, she closed her eyes and focused on the sound of his heartbeat thrumming under his ribs.
Severus
Severus woke up with pins and needles in his legs; he stirred in the darkness and pulled the sleeping girl in his arms closer, pressing his nose into her hair. His cock hardened at the weight and smell of her. He flipped them over and woke her in the tumble. He was kneeling between her legs, watching her yawn and stretch her arms out on the floor beneath him. He traced the dark patch of hair on her mound, and, finding it still slippery from their earlier coupling, easily slid a finger inside. She moaned. His cock stood flat against his stomach now. Holly edged closer and stroked him lovingly. He gasped and brushed her hand away, covering her with his body, their hearts beating fast.
It took a few seconds for him to realise where he was and what was going on… they were in the Changing Rooms and the sky outside was purple with the last light.
Dumbledore.
"We have to go," he said with a newfound urgency, "I have to meet with the Headmaster at seven."
A/N Dear friends, I neglected everything in my life for an ENTIRE WEEK to write this chapter. I might make a few more small edits where I got sloppy but lmk what you want to happen next! You are the reason I write.