I'm a Good Student
By MaliceandBone
Summary:
Professor Snape teaches Wielding the Dark Arts in this alternative universe.
Hogwarts's headmaster is a Slytherin who embraces the Dark Arts.
Lily Evans is an eighth-year student and she's one of Professor Snape's favorites.
This story uses graphic and explicit language to describe romantic encounters.
Reader discretion is advised.
(Dark academia, Lily & Professor Snape)
Scene One
Lily Evans
Lily wakes up to the sound of screaming, her ears still ringing in its wake. Sweat pools under her breasts and neck as she gulps for air.
Nobody is screaming. Must've been another nightmare.
Exhaling a sigh of relief, Lily peeks between the curtains of Molly's four-poster bed. She's still asleep. Good.
Rain pounds fervently against the window and lightning flashes illuminate the room with eerie shadows. Lily grabs her robe and tugs it closer. She always enjoys this time right before dawn, when the silence rings the loudest.
She can let her mind wander.
Slipping off her duvet, Lily pads across the room towards the balcony overlooking the Gryffindor common room. The last dregs of a fire warm the hearth, filling up the space beneath her. Soaking in the comfort it brings, Lily slowly descends the stone staircase.
"Tempus." She whispers the incantation and watches as a magical clock comes to life before her.
6:30 IN THE MORNING
Perfect.
Selecting a cozy armchair by the fire, Lily cuddles up in its warmth. Gazing lazily at the dancing flames before her, Lily becomes entranced and doses off to sleep.
"Lily!" Molly Weasley screams from the top of the stairs, taking the steps two at a time.
The sound bolts Lily to consciousness, confusion washing over her.
"Hi Molly," Lily yawns, "Good morning to you, too."
"We have class in 5 minutes!"
Lily looks up at her friend and lets out a laugh. The concern written all over her face is endearing.
"I'm not in introductory WODA anymore," Lily soothes her friends anxiety, "I'm in advanced now. I – I don't have class today."
Molly's face went from shock to quiet understanding.
"Of course, you are." She smirked.
"It's not what you think," Lily shook her head, "I'm just really understanding the material, you know..."
"Yeah, the material alright." Molly laughed, putting her fingers to her mouth and making a vulture gesture. "Keep telling yourself that."
Lily's cheeks reddened as she gave her friend a knowing glance that said shut your mouth right now.
"I'll catch you in the hall later." Lily responded, changing the subject. "I want to go over some stuff for History of the First Wizarding War."
Molly was still gloating as she nodded in agreement, blew her a friend a kiss and turned to go to class.
What was she going to do today, Lily thought to herself as an interesting idea stuck her.
She was going to walk around the castle under a shroud of invisibility. She'd just learned the spell and was eager to use it.
"No one can see you," He'd promised. "Not even me."
She was going to test that theory, she'd decided.
Striding into Professor Snape's Wielding the Dark Arts classroom, Lily takes a seat at a vacant desk in the front.
Professor Snape is dressed in all his nightly finery. Black, billowing robes flowing off him like ink and the power of his dark magic sucking all the air from the room.
This space felt entirely too small for one man.
Lily watches as Professor Snape delicately places a leather-bound tome upon his desk. Flipping through its pages, he lets the dark waves of his hair cover his face.
"Today," he drawls, glancing around the lecture hall, "you will be learning the art of Necromancy." His lips tug into a cruel smile, showcasing the whites of his canines. "My favorite."
Lily's attention isn't on the lesson, but on the grace of Professor Snape's long, pale fingers as they continue perusing through the pages.
Lily can't help but think about what they'd feel like pressed upon her thighs and-
Heat rushes her body and settles deep in her core. Fuck.
She is invisible…
Sitting at that front desk, Lily lets that heat take over. Pulling her hands down the front of her robes, she pretends to be a good student.
"Every one of you is expected to learn this art by the end of the semester," Professor Snape states, leaning on his arms as he continues to glance around the room.
"Yes, professor," Lily whispers to herself in response, as she begins playing with the bundle of nerves between her thighs. Her gaze roving over the sculpture of Professor Snape's muscled body.
"If you're unable to meet this requirement, then I shall be forced to punish you," Professor Snape's gaze turns luminous, "in whatever manner I choose, of course."
"What would you do to me, hmm?" Lily wonders to herself as she begins to pull her hands beneath the weight of her undergarments and begins playing with her slick wetness.
Lily starts working herself in the middle of the classroom, full of students with her emerald eyes on Professor Snape.
"You naughty, wicked thing," A familiar voice enters into her mind. Silver eyes pierce through her shroud of invisibility, and a heated grimace greets her.
Lily stills, cheeks flushing. You… You can see me? She speaks into her own mind, her fingers still settled inside herself.
Well, this class was rather boring and I…
"Thought you'd find a way to entertain yourself?" Professor Snape continues holding her gaze. "Lucky for you, I myself am in need of some… entertainment."
Lily maintains her stillness, lowering her gaze to his mouth, watching as his teeth graze the bottom of his lip.
"Get on that desk and spread your legs so I can see them," Professor Snape demands, "Now."
There's fire in those silver eyes, and she's frozen.
"Now." Darkness erupts in the classroom.
"Yes, professor," Lily decides. Climbing over the edge of the desk, she places herself upon it. Sitting on her hand, she spreads her legs and begins riding her fingers, thrusting against the hard wood of the desk.
"That's it." He growls into her mind, "You're such a good student, aren't you, Lily?"
Lily rips off her robes and begins rubbing her palm over the peaks of her hardened breasts.
"Now, class, who can tell me what their favorite form of death is?" Professor Snape turns his attention back to the class, breaking their heated eye contact.
"I love a good torture session." James answers from the back of the class.
Lily's fingers plunge deep into her core, and she presses her hips up and down against the desk. Torture, indeed.
"Lovely Lily," Professor Snape speaks softly into her mind, "why don't you walk over here and come for me in front of the class?"
With a smirk, Lily pulls her fingers out, crawls off the desk and walks to the front of the classroom. Keeping her shroud of invisibility intact, she prowls to Professor Snape's desk.
"Yes, torture is quite fun, indeed." Professor Snape smirks in agreement.
"Let us take some time to read about the many methods of torture curses and how to wield them." He glances down at the tome in front of him, "Turn to page 394. I'll be back shortly to discuss further."
Lily watches as Professor Snape vanishes behind his own shroud of invisibility.
Warm, callused hands grip her from behind and lay her flush on the desk in front of her, her view on the entirety of the class.
Professor Snape bends her over his desk, her sex on full display for him.
"I'm going to show you just how good you've been," Professor Snape'swarm breath tickles and caresses the side of her neck, warmth building in between her thighs.
Lily can't see anything, but she can feel everything.
"Please," she begs. Reaching for hands she cannot see.
"Liiiily," He moans, his tongue sliding over her neck, "You know better than to disrupt my lecture."
Lily lets out a moan and confused students lift their gaze to identify the source.
"We may be invisible, but they can still hear you, lovely Lily." He slides his lengthy fingers deep inside her as she arches into him. She begins riding Professor Snape's fingers as his canines finally claim her neck.
"I- I," she tries to speak but ecstasy floods her as she pulses around the strength of his fingers.
"Professor"She moans to him in her mind.
"Good girl." Professor Snape's hands continue to caress her, as she feels the hard tip of his impressive length pressed against her entrance. Her wetness begging him to enter.
"Now look at that class and tell me who you belong to." He growls.
"You," She breathes.
He thrusts into her in one push, and she lets out a scream.
Slowly pulling out and thrusting back into her, the wood of the desk begins grinding on her hip bones.
"How about you take off that shield of invisibility," Professor Snape reclaims her neck and continues thrusting into her from behind. "So, the whole class can see who you belong to."
Lily doesn't have time to think with the lightning building up within her, all she can do is think about pleasing him.
Releasing her shroud of invisibility Lily's breasts bounce in the rhythm of his thrusts and she's about to lose control.
"Ah—Professor." Lily yelps as she shatters beneath him, Professor Snape shuddering within her filling her with his seed.
"That's my girl," He breathes into her ear. "Now I know what you'd be willing to do and It's fucking delicious."
Lily was confused, why weren't any of the students looking at them?
"I kept a disillusionment and silencing charm around us." Professor Snape winked at her, his body still flush against her. "Now let me finish my lecture, good girl."