I have never slept better in my life, and it wasn't just from having an incredible orgasm last night. After months of building trust and tearing down walls, Severus has finally given himself to me. I don't know where this bond will take us, but I am ready to dive in headfirst. I thought back to the comment he made on Saturday. "We both know that without our bond, I would be the last person you would choose to have in your room on a Saturday afternoon." I can't help but feel like that couldn't be further from the truth.
Yes, we were brought together by our bond, but it is him who I wish to spend my time with, not our bond. I get to see a side of him that no one else does. Funny, respectful, caring, loyal. If the students knew what he was really like, there would be mayhem. I understand now why he maintains his cold and heartless persona. It is so he can protect himself from getting hurt again.
Voldemort killed someone he loved, and that is why he returned to Albus' side. I know he was heartbroken and riddled with regret over his "mistake". But I also know it was more than just his shame that brought him back to Albus. Does our bond have something to do with his "mistake"? And if so, how am I supposed to fix something that happened so long ago? I know there is so much left to learn about him and our bond, so I decided not to let the fear of the unknown cloud my happiness.
As I stepped out of the shower and looked in the mirror, I noticed the dark purple bruises Severus had left last night. I ran my fingers over them and blushed. Although I wanted to show them off like a badge of honour, I needed to cover them up, so I wrapped my Slytherin scarf around my neck. As it is freezing and the snow has not stopped falling since yesterday, no one would question me. With a smile still plastered on my face, I linked arms with Tas and practically skipped to breakfast.
I locked eyes with Severus immediately, but we couldn't seem to look away this time. "Good morning, darling." He called me "darling" last night, but I figured it was simply in the heat of the moment. I blushed. "Good morning, Sev." I finally pried my eyes away from him, though it was rather difficult. "You look well rested." I could tell he was smirking. "So do you." I quipped, though I had to clench my thighs to control the throbbing in my core.
"This is the second morning in a row that you have worn that goofy smile." Tas said as we sat down. "Spill." She turned to face me, completely ignoring the feast in front of us. "Spill what?" I tried to play coy as I scooped some scrambled eggs onto my toast. "You're shacking up with someone. You haven't blushed like this since your first kiss with Edward in second year." I rolled my eyes. Edward Palmer was my first boyfriend; we lasted less than a week.
"If you blushed like this for Palmer too, I must need to up my game." I bit my cheek at his remark. I couldn't look at him while Tas was accusing me of sleeping with someone. "Maybe you do." I took a sip of my pumpkin juice. Tas was burning holes into the side of my face. "Careful, Hazel. I can see your flushed cheeks from here." I had to suppress a whimper. "I am not shacking up with anyone, Tas. Like I said on Saturday, I am just happy to be alive." I couldn't turn to face her, so I continued eating. "Fine, don't tell me. But you can't use that excuse forever, Hazel." She huffed. "I bet it's Draco." He wishes.
"Tas thinks I'm sleeping with Draco. Maybe I should put on a show with him to get her off my back. I'm sure he would be more than willing." I bit my tongue to keep myself from laughing. "Go ahead." I didn't anticipate that response. "Really?" I bit into some watermelon, frowning. "Yes, really. You know how much I love punishing those who disobey." I couldn't suppress the soft moan that slipped from my throat. "Is the watermelon really that good?" Tas laughed, picking up a wedge and tasting for herself. All I could do was clear my throat and nod. Another wave of heat shot straight to my core.
"Perhaps this time I will bend you over the desk instead of having you sit on it." I gasped. "What's gotten into you?" Tas is getting frustrated. "Oh, sorry. I just remembered I left my Potions text book in my room." I stood up abruptly, causing the bench to scrape on the floor. "I'll see you for lunch." I hopped over the bench and hurried out of the hall. I am dripping wet; I need to clean myself up.
I ran all the way to my room and hunched over with my hands on my knees, panting. Where did this Severus come from? His possessiveness is exhilarating. As I was about to enter my bathroom, I felt him enter his office. "Come here." He wasn't asking. My knees started to tremble. "Now." My knickers were soaked, but I was shaking with fear of reprisal. I walked slowly to my fireplace, my heart hammering in my chest.
As soon as I stepped into his office, he grabbed me by the jaw and pressed me against the wall. "I'm sorry, it was only a joke." I pleaded. "You will learn not to joke with me." He looked down at my scarf and ripped it off my neck. His roughness made me whimper. "Covering up my handy work?" He cocked an eyebrow. "I have to. Gossip spreads faster than a firebolt in this castle." He dropped his hand and ran his fingers over the bruises, causing goosebumps to spread across my skin.
"You left in quite a rush. Did you need to tend to yourself?" He traced his fingers down my collarbone, over my chest, and squeezed my tits. I moaned and arched my back, pressing myself into his touch. I felt his cock rub against my lower stomach, and I smirked. "It appears you needed to do the same, Sev." He twitched as I palmed him over his trousers. He growled like a beast about to attack his prey.
He slammed his lips against mine, instantly slipping his tongue in. All I could do was moan and whimper as his hands travelled down my body. I moved my hands up to weave through his hair and pulled him closer to me. I felt his fingers creep up my thigh under my skirt. He pressed his palm flat against my dripping mound, and we moaned into each other's mouths. "Even through your tights, I can feel how wet you are." My breath hitched in my throat as I felt him apply more pressure. "For you, Sev."
When I started rolling my hips against his hand, desperate for more friction, he pulled away. I slumped against the wall and pouted. "I told you that you would learn not to joke with me, Hazel." He smirked at my flustered state. He turned on his heel and strode to the door, his cape billowing behind him. With a huff, I picked up my scarf from the floor and wrapped it around my neck. I could feel students flooding the hallway as I approached him, and I smirked.
"You know what I taste like now, Severus. How long do you think you'll be able to tease me until you beg for more?" I palmed his dick, which was still semi-hard from our brief encounter, and he groaned. I quickly opened the door and stepped out into the sea of students. "See you in class, Professor." I glanced back at him as I hurried away and winked.
I have D.A.D.A. second period, so I have an hour to compose myself. First, I have Charms. As I am at the top of my class, Professor Flitwick loves me. He often calls on me to demonstrate particular charms, so I knew I would be able to keep my mind busy. I want to make today as painful for Severus as it is for me. For that to work, I need to pull out all the tricks I've got. If he is going to up his game, so am I.
I stood outside the D.A.D.A. classroom with the rest of my class, waiting for Severus to let us in. I could feel him in there; he was as agitated as I was. "Squirming already, Professor? I haven't even walked in yet." I had to look down so no one would see me smirk. I could practically hear him groan from here. I felt a wave of arousal bubble up inside him, and it sent shivers down my spine. As much as he hates the fact that he is involved with a student, he seems to love it when I call him Professor. "If I squirm, you squirm, darling." This was going to be harder than I thought.
The door swung open, and we walked in to see Severus standing in front of his desk. "Place your essays on your desk." He drawled as we sat down. I finished the assignment he set while my hands were going numb. I shuddered at the memory. "Just so you know, numb hands would not have been an acceptable excuse for an incomplete assignment." I rolled my eyes at his jab. "The way you fell to your knees as you came through my fireplace on Friday would tell me otherwise." I made eye contact with him briefly and raised my eyebrows, egging him on further.
"Very well, then." He glared at me, waved his wand, and levitated all the essays to his desk. "Mind-altering magic is one of the few that you will not learn practically." He drawled. This is the topic I have been most anxious about. The thought of studying my gift with other students is terrifying, even if they don't know I possess it.
He called on two students to explain the uses of the Imperius curse and Veritaserum. The former places the victim under the complete control of the caster, and the latter will cause anyone to reveal their deepest truths and secrets. He turned to me next. "Miss Goldstein, explain the use of Legilimency and Occlumency." I bit my cheek. He planned this all along; I should have seen it coming.
"Legilimency is the art of mind reading, sir; very few can cast the spell. Occlumency is the counter-curse. It is used to close the mind." I dug my nails into my palms. "This isn't fair. Pick on someone else." I pleaded. "Indeed. But there is another kind of witchor wizard who uses Legilimency. They are?" He ignored me and moved to stand in front of my desk. I could feel the sting of my nails piercing through my skin as blood seeped out. His eyes twitched, darting to where my hands hid under the desk. "Natural Legilimens. They do not need to cast a spell in order to hear another's thoughts. Very rare." I stated it as simply as I could.
"Perhaps not as rare as one might think." The faintest of smirks creeped across his lips. "Stop it." I tried again. He strode back to the front of the classroom. "Occlumency can also be used to counteract the effects of Veritaserum and the Imperius curse. It is difficult to master, so I doubt any of you would be able to master it." He takes any chance he gets to belittle his students.
He's had his fun. It is my turn to torture him. My intention was to make class difficult for him because he teased me this morning. But now I am doing it out of spite. I unclenched my fists, took a deep breath, and sat up straight. As I glared at his back, I created a scene that I knew would make him weak.
"Hello, Professor. I am here for my detention." I sauntered into Severus' office, holding my robe tightly around my body. "I did not give you a detention, Miss Goldstein." He looked me up and down with a furrowed brow. "But I have been a naughty girl, Professor," I slowly walked around his desk, "and I need to be punished." As he turned his chair to face me, I dropped my hands. My robe fell open just enough so that he could see that I was not wearing anything underneath it.
His eyes slowly scanned my body, from my neck to the inner curves of my tits, down my stomach, and landing on my mound, which was barely peeking through the opening of my robe. I shivered under his gaze, and my nipples hardened instantly. He stood up abruptly and wrapped his hand around my neck, squeezing lightly. "Listen, you insolent witch, I will not tolerate this behaviour." As he restricted my airway further, I moaned and dropped my shoulders, letting my robe pool at my feet.
His eyes scanned my body once more. I could feel my arousal dripping down my thigh as I stood beneath him. I slowly slipped my fingers between my folds and started rubbing circles over my swollen clit. He tightened his grip around my throat as he watched me pleasure myself, and I moaned again. Just as I started to roll my hips, he forced me to the ground. "Naughty girls don't get to pleasure themselves." He purred, weaving his fingers through my hair. As I knelt before him, I could see his tightly restricted bulge, and I licked my lips wantonly.
I locked my eyes on his and he said nothing as I reached up, unbuttoned his trousers, and tugged them down. I palmed his cock over his briefs and whimpered. He was huge, throbbing, and desperate for release. And I was desperate to give it to him. I hooked my fingers under the waistband of his briefs and pulled them off. I whimpered at the sight. His glistening tip stood a mere inch from my mouth, and –
"ENOUGH!" Severus' booming voice echoed through the classroom, and everyone jumped, including me. He was panting, and his cheeks were slightly flushed. The whole class was silent. "What the bloody hell was that about?" I heard a Gryffindor girl sitting behind me think. Everyone was confused and terrified, even the Slytherins. As we waited for him to explain his outburst, he stormed behind his desk and sat down. "Class is dismissed." He drawled, not looking up from his desk. "Get out."
We all packed our things in a hurry and began filing out of the classroom. "Not you." His voice was menacing, and I trembled. I halted as the last student ran from the room, watching their fleeing backs in envy. He waved his hand, and the door slammed shut. "Come here." With trembling legs, I approached him slowly. "So, you want to be punished, do you?" He waved his hand once more, locking the door and casting muffliato. I swallowed my nerves as I walked around his desk, waved my hand to spin his chair to face me, and mounted his lap.
As I straddled him, I could feel how hard he was. "Actually, Professor, I wanted to punish you." I whispered into his ear, smirking. He groaned as I started rolling my hips against his, and he started running his hands up my body. He palmed my tits once, and before I could moan at the pleasure, his hands dropped back to my waist and lifted me up. I gasped as he spun me around and bent me over his desk. He leant over me, pressing my chest painfully into the hard surface. "It seems we are both trying to punish each other."
He stood back up, flipped my skirt over my back, and clicked his fingers. I shivered as my tights vanished and the cold air washed over my skin. He traced his fingers up the backs of my thighs and squeezed my ass. I started squirming beneath him. "I told you that you would learn, Miss Goldstein." I felt his hands leave my ass for a moment, and before I could protest the loss of contact, he swung his hand down hard across my right cheek. Smack.
I yelped and hissed at the sudden pain. Thank Merlin he silenced the room. He rubbed his hand over my ass, soothing the burning. "Count." He demanded as he slammed his hand over my left cheek. Smack. "Two." I whimpered. I could feel myself getting wetter by the second. Smack. "Three." I began to pant. Smack. "Four." As he soothed my burning ass again, I started rolling my hips against the desk. As much as I was hurting, I was even more aroused.
"Are you enjoying this, Miss Goldstein?" Smack. "Five. Yes, Professor." I moaned. He traced his hand down my ass and swiped a finger along my barely covered, soaking pussy. I arched my back, lifting my chest off the table, and backed myself into his touch further. He grabbed my hips, spun me around, and lifted me onto his desk. I didn't have a chance to say anything before he pressed his hand against my chest and forced my back down. He sat down in his chair, flipped my skirt over my stomach, and ripped my knickers down my legs.
I bent my knees, placing my feet flat on the desk. He groaned at the sight of me spread out in front of him. He wrapped his arms around my thighs and dragged me closer to him. My sensitive ass was half off the desk, and my legs were draped over his shoulders. I could feel his hot breath fanning over my pussy, and before I could beg him to put his mouth on me, he swiped his tongue from my entrance to my clit. "Fuck." I shuddered.
He teased me for a few minutes until I was panting and mewling beneath him. "Please, Sev." I begged. He stilled his ministrations, pulling back slightly to lock his eyes on me. "Tut, tut, Miss Goldstein. We're in my classroom, and you shall address me as such." I whimpered as his hot breath blew on my sensitive, swollen clit. When my words failed me, all I could do was roll my hips, desperate for him to continue. "I am a patient man, Miss Goldstein."
Had I not been so desperate, I would have scoffed. "Please, Professor." I stuttered. "Please what?" Every puff of warm air that blew against me was driving me wild. "Please make me come." Without skipping a beat, his tongue dove into my pussy. I cried out and threaded my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer. I moaned as he plunged a finger into me and latched his sinfully glorious lips onto my clit. I bucked my hips to meet every thrust of his finger slamming into me, but I needed more. He heard my internal plea and slipped another finger in, immediately hooking them to meet my g-spot.
He ran his free hand up my body and squeezed my tits. I was a moaning, panting mess, and as he started flicking his tongue over my clit, stars began dancing across my eyes. I cried out as I finally reached my climax, my back bowing off the desk while my walls contracted around his fingers. I clamped his head between my thighs, shaking uncontrollably. I felt him smirk against me as he swiped his tongue a final time over my oversensitive bundle of nerves, and he pulled away.
I couldn't open my eyes, but I felt him lean over me. He crashed his lips against mine, and I whimpered and moaned as I tasted myself on his tongue. I sighed as he pulled away, and as my body was still limp, he had to help me sit up. I was still panting slightly, and my eyes were heavy with ecstasy. He chuckled softly and lifted me off the desk. He plucked my knickers up off the ground and placed them in his pocket. "These are mine." He smirked. I was about to protest before he clicked his fingers, and I was cleaned and dressed again.
"You're going to be late to your next class, darling." He purred. He leant down, and placed a quick kiss on my lips, and led me to the door. "You cannot put those images in my head during class again, Hazel. It is difficult enough having you so close to me." He grabbed my arm softly. "And you cannot call on me to answer questions about Legilimency. You knew that was not fair, and you did it anyway." I challenged him. When he simply nodded, I held out my pinkie. He rolled his eyes and locked his pinkie with mine.
As I reached for the door handle, I laughed softly. "Twelve hours." I smirked up at him. "Pardon?" He frowned at me. "You lasted twelve hours until you had to taste me again." I winked and pulled the door open. As I was about to step through the threshold, he slapped my ass. I yelped at the sudden, familiar sting and giggled. "See you tonight for rounds, Professor." I bowed sarcastically and hurried away before he could say another word.