"I found her and the Smith boy together in one of the storage rooms when I came to do inventory this evening. She said she will only speak to you, Severus. I'm sorry." Horace Slughorn shrugged before leaving the potions lab.
"Damnit, Parkinson" Severus hissed as he turned to her sitting in one of the many classroom chairs. Her cheeks glowed with flushness, and her chest still heaved with emotion, her green lace bra exposed beneath her partially unbuttoned uniform shirt. He averted his eyes as his lip curled. "Get yourself together, Witch!"
Pansy rolled her eyes as she straightened her garments and buttoned herself up to her collarbone. She ran her fingers through her hair, tucking the ends back in place. "Is this to your liking, Sir?" She drawled.
He descended on her. "Come." Taking her elbow, he led her through the corridors back to his office in his dungeon chambers.
"What in Merlin's name has you fracturing my trust to fornicate with Zacharias Smith of all people?"
She set her jaw and met his sharp gaze as she took a seat at the edge of the chair before his desk in his chamber office, crossing her legs at her ankles as if she were sitting for tea.
He met her eyes with equal intensity and held her gaze until he saw her resolve break.
" Impleo ," she nearly whispered as she glanced at her hands in her lap.
Severus hissed, and Pansy cringed. He knew the Dark Lord had recently disseminated the asinine idea of increasing wizarding population by encouraging more magical births, but Ms Parkinson was barely of age. Certainly, Impleo was not meant to apply to students, his students especially.
"My father gave me until graduation to comply or he would hand me over to someone that could–" she drew air quotes with her fingers. "'get the job done.' That was last month." Her plump lip curled with disgust. "Draco won't…or can't… I'm not sure which." She hissed. "I've propositioned my worthy housemates, but they are all afraid of Draco's retaliation as if he is anything.."
His lips tightened. That must explain her recent altercation with Mr Malfoy. This would mean other students were facing similar pressures. "So you've chosen Mr Smith?"
She shrugged. "He is pureblood enough for my father, and he's a decent shag. Win-win, I guess. Plus, Draco hates him." Her mouth widened into a satisfied smile, highlighting her cheekbones.
Deplorable. Just when he assumed things were as bad as they could be, something else comes along to top it. "You do understand the results of conception is most often a child, do you not?"
She huffed. "Yes. Pretty fucked up, isn't it? But then again, I practiced Unforgivables on third years this morning, so it seems like this whole world is a bit fucked up right now." Her lip curled again. "And sure beats the option of being forced to spread my legs for some disgusting old codger of my father's choosing, don't you think?" Her hard gaze wavered into something less confident briefly, and then returned, eyes harsher than before.
"I instructed Amycus to cease those lessons. I will need to remind him of that later." He sighed. Despite her efforts to hide it, he could sense her desperation. Her world had changed immensely in the last two years, mostly for the worst, as had most of the Slytherins'. "As for you, Pansy, I urge you to reconsider. A lot can happen in six months time."
She nodded and she stood as if to leave. Her muted green eyes scanned him up and down. "Headmaster?" She chewed her generous lower lip.
"Speak," he ordered as the flush darken across her pale features.
She leaned back against his desk beside where he stood, shoulders pulled together, as she glanced up at him through her thick, dark lashes. "You are a very powerful, respected wizard."
He leaned close enough to smell her bergamot and sandalwood perfume, his lip curling. "Tell me," he inhaled her scent as she exposed her neck to him ever so subtly. "Was it the idea of a disgusting old codger that turned your eye to me, Pansy?" He snorted as he pulled away. "Your wiles will not work here."
Her face fell and with it her air of confidence. "Professor Snape, please hear me out?" She took a deep breath as she pleaded with her gaze, eyes full of need. Her voice lowered to a husky tone as she turned toward him. "I bet it's been too long since you have had the opportunity to feel a soft body pressed against that lean frame so tightly hidden away in those dark robes."
"Don't be pathetic, Girl. You are above that."
"Am I?" She stepped closer, a hand reaching to rest lightly on his chest. A brave move. "I considered offering Goyle a go last night when I found him out after curfew. That is pathetic." Her tongue grazed over her lips. "But I think Headmaster of Hogwarts, master potioneer, and renowned darks arts practitioner is a prize any woman would be honored to claim."
She walked her fingers along his buttons of his frock coat to his neckline. "And Draco says you have favor with the Dark Lord. Even my father could not argue with that." She pressed closer, standing tall, highlighting her slender frame, eyes begging for him. She clearly understood her gifts in the realm of physical attractiveness. It seemed unfathomable that her housemates were able to resist her requests if this is how she made them. Sadly, he must also resist.
He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose with one hand as he grasped her shoulder with the other. "Go to bed, Pansy."
The breath audibly caught in her chest, and she slumped back as though wounded. "As you wish, Sir." She mumbled as she straightened her hair again and took a deep breath, regaining her posture and grace. As she turned to leave, she looked over her shoulder. "I do hope you will reconsider. I promise you would enjoy it. And I bet you put these boys to shame." Her eyes dipped to his crotch before she left the room.
Her heart raced as she crept down the hallways. Had she really just done that? Hecate, she must be desperate to throw herself before Snape. And she'd actually touched him. Her cheeks heated as she replayed her brazen words and actions before the man she'd known since she was eleven, the professor that had once frightened and inspired her.
How had she not considered the option before? Maybe she had imagined it, but there might have been a flicker of curiosity in the Headmaster's eyes as she left the office. Forget Draco Malfoy. Severus Snape's attention ranked far higher, and now she was determined to have it.
She could find it in herself to appreciate him in ways she had not previously considered. He possessed plenty of height standing almost a head taller than she in his billowing robes, and she had not been insincere to consider what hid beneath that frock coat. She imagined her fingers working at those many buttons to reveal it to her, inch by inch of pale skin pulled over his lean frame begging to be caressed in the chilled dungeon night. And while his hair could use some better grooming to keep it from his face, she noted years ago during potions lab that his hands were always impeccably manicured, likely a requirement for a skilled potioneer such as himself to avoid potential contamination. His obsidian eyes pierced like few others could, boring into their target while revealing nothing. A wizard like him likely possessed legilimency skills. But most alluring was the dark energy that clung to him like his black robes. He commanded magic like few others, and it was palpable in his presence and intoxicating to witness. If she were going to be forced to bear a child for the sake of magical dominance, then she might as well stack the odds that her child would possess power and intelligence in abundance. She could forgive him for his age as it didn't matter for her needs.
She sucked her lower lip. She could also find a way to move beyond his less attractive qualities. He may not be classically handsome, but his angular features were not entirely displeasing. His silky voice and way with words offered plenty else for the senses. A shiver crept up her spine as she considered his lips against her ear even if only to whisper a sarcastic retort to her affections.
He must be terribly lonely these days. It was obvious he was ostracized by the rest of the staff after he allegedly offed Dumbledoor. She could certainly play that to her advantage. She'd seen the toll the Dark Mark took on Draco. Snape could not be entirely immune to that kind of suffering even if he pretended to be. She could offer relief.
And while she was considering such things, she would be lying to herself if she didn't include the arousing nature of its forbiddenness; clandestine meetings for pleasure with someone off-limits for her to relive in the privacy of her own mind at a later time. Delicious, no matter with whom.
Yes. Severus Snape would make the perfect distraction in these remaining months at Hogwarts. She would find her way into his thoughts and then into his bed.
She changed into her night clothes and climbed into her own bed. "Sweet dreams," she mumbled as she buried herself beneath the blankets.
Full berry-hued lips moved over his length as striking gray-green eyes stared up at him. Soft, slender fingers caressed his buttocks, pulling him closer as he leaned against the desk of his private chambers with his trousers around his knees, the Slytherin ice queen kneeling before him. As though it were as mundane as brushing her teeth, she let him take pleasure from her hot mouth, one hand grasping the young witch's cropped dark silky locks. His fingers tangled and tugged her back as the fire built in his abdomen. His legs threatened to give way as she buried her nose against his pubic bone, and with a loud groan, his body released into her throat.
Severus threw off the blankets of his bed as he awoke, his chest heaving. "Fuck," he cursed as the much too vivid dream rushed into his waking brain. He glanced around, finding no one in his bedroom except himself and his raging hard on. He took a few deep, cleansing breaths and indulged in the memories as he reached under his sleep trousers to relieve his aching member.
Once complete, he swallowed back the growing nausea in his throat. Fantasizing about a student, even that one, was a new level of pathetic, but Gods, it had been so long.