Pansy smiled to herself as she moved through the dark dungeon corridors back to the Slytherin common room. She'd done it. She'd broken through the thick wall that was Severus Snape. She licked her lips. She could still taste the salt of him on her tongue. She shivered as the gooseflesh sprang up over her bare arms, her warming charm now exhausted and the heat of the former potions master far too distant. Merlin, she had actually enjoyed it. She had not expected that. A little arousal at the clandestine nature of it all; accomplishment, sure; but not shivers down her spine, toes curling, leaving her wanting for more kind of pleasure.
She changed into her night clothes in the darkness of the dormitory as her housemates slept. As she climbed into bed and pulled her bed curtains closed, she replayed the encounter in her thoughts on repeat, reliving the feel of the wool of his dark robes against her skin, the sight of his flesh as it appeared to her, the scent of worn leather and parchment invading her nose, the weight of him in her hands, and the surprisingly not unpleasant taste of him as she took him into her mouth. Holy Hecate, she wanted to have him again, this time inside her. Her fingers traced circles beneath her cotton gown, up her thigh and over the dampness between them, as her other hand groped at her breast. Tomorrow evening could not come soon enough.
The minutes ticked by painfully slow as she moved through her Sunday routine of breakfast, studying in the common room (not that she could focus at all), lunch, and listening to her housemates drone on about various things. Her teeth clenched as she heard several of the seventh years speak of wishing to be "out working for the cause" rather than being trapped at Hogwarts. Draco was unusually silent from his position in the chair before the fireplace as she ascended up the stairs to the girl's dormitory that evening after dinner.
She flipped open the calendar on her desk, her eyes scanning for the red dots marking her monthly cycle. With wide eyes, she counted the days to find herself exactly mid cycle. If the Headmaster gave in to her tonight, she could very well fulfill Impleo.
She cursed under her breath as a shiver ran over her, wishing she had not looked. It would have been better not to know; better not to consider the consequences of their coupling and focus instead on the act itself.
Swallowing back the dryness in her throat, she pulled the letter from her desk drawer with the list of "candidates" provided by her father. She scanned the list and shuddered. With a deep breath, she closed her eyes and remembered the scent of leather and parchment in her nose, hot breath against her neck, and the feel of skilled fingers on her sensitive flesh. The sooner it happened, the better it would be for her anyway. She could stop dreading her father's alternatives and know that a powerful seed had been planted.
Pulling back her shoulders, she took in her reflection in the mirror, a hand grazing over her midsection as she turned from side to side. Adjusting her gray uniform skirt up a bit higher, she admired her slender legs as she pulled her stockings back into place and muttered a holding charm under her breath. She buttoned her collar back up and pulled her green and silver necktie down from the bedpost to don it. Satisfied with her tie, she tucked her hair behind her ears. She reached for her lipgloss followed by her perfume, and tucked her wand into her sleeve. This is it. She spun to admire her reflection again,
Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath and remembered the way his scent washed over her as she had shattered over his invading digits, his arm pulling her into him. Gods, it had been wonderful and already the heat grew in her core as she opened her eyes and moved out of the dormitory.
She smiled to herself as she imagined sneering in her father's face that she had taken care of things. She would make him beg before she would tell him with whom, and then she would laugh at the look of shock she would receive as she threw his list into his face telling him that it was Headmaster Severus Snape that had fulfilled her Impleo. That moment would make up for everything.
Expected but still surprising, Severus heard a soft knock on the door at exactly curfew. He waved his hand from his desk and the door swung open. Pansy Parkinson stood on the threshold, dressed in full school uniform, hands folded before her with a demure look on her face. "As promised, Headmaster."
He stood and beckoned her inside with a finger. The door closed, and the lock clicked behind her as she moved closer. He shed his dark robes and folded them onto the back of his dark leather desk chair. She'd actually returned.
"Good to see you appropriately clothed, Ms Parkinson." He leaned his hips against the front of the large ebony desk and crossed his arms over his chest as he scanned her form, brow raised. He contemplated the charmwork she must have used to pull the standard uniform so perfectly against her soft curves, conservative and scandalous simultaneously. Had she always done that? He hadn't noticed before. Frivolous, but impressive.
She stepped in front of him."I thought seeing you are always so buttoned up, I might do the same." She leaned up as she lowered her voice. "But I promise it will be worth your time to see what is beneath, Sir."
"I shall be the judge of that." He reached for her tie and pulled it free from her collar. Tossing it onto his desk, he surveyed her form again. Such a lovely specimen, dark hair against flawless porcelain skin, her chin length hairstyle emphasizing her graceful neck and slight shoulders enhanced more by her perfect posture, and her undeserving confidence dripping from her every move. How was it that she was standing here, now, with him?
Pansy reached up to his collar and paused. "May I?"
He nodded as he considered where he would allow this to lead. Thankfully, he had many buttons to decide, but given the current circumstances, it might be a forgone conclusion. He'd spent the afternoon digging deep holes in his mind to bury his hesitations and disgust and building walls around them of entitlement and anticipation. She was his for the taking, and he meant to take her…with conditions.
She loosened the cravat at his neck and released the first button. "I imagine you button these by hand each morning with those amazing fingers of yours. Not one to waste magic on something so mundane." She worked her way down his chest.
He snorted. "As you say." Unlike her, he was not one to wield his magic frivolously. Not growing up in a home with magic abound, he was accustomed to doing many things without.
He unbuttoned the first button of her collar and the next button, exposing the hollow of her neck before leaning in to inhale the fresh spicy scent that had been stuck in his memory since the night prior. Placing a hand along her nape, he pulled her closer, his eyes drifting closed as he breathed her in again.
Merlin! He bit the inside of his mouth to feel the sting. Not a dream.
She tilted her chin up allowing him better access to the soft skin of neck. "Mmmm." She hummed as her fingers worked his buttons down his chest finally reaching the last one. She pulled open his coat. "Damn, more buttons," she mumbled as she revealed his white button up beneath.
He huffed in amusement as he pulled away from her long enough to free her from her pullover vest and set to work on the rest of her buttons. His gaze followed his fingers as he revealed inch by inch the soft fair skin beneath until he pulled back the shirt to reveal her green lace bra, similar to the one from his dreams.
He ran his fingers up along her flanks to her breasts, smashing the handfuls of flesh to her frame as she managed to finally expose his chest.
The witch hovered her fingers over him before gingerly placing her fingertips to his collarbone and dragging them down to his beltline, leaving sparks of desire in their wake. She made quick work of his belt and unbuttoned the front of his trousers, brushing against his length through the thick wool. She glanced up, a devilish look in her eyes as he twitched beneath her touch.
He rubbed a thumb along her cheekbone and wrapped his fingers along the nape of her neck again, contemplating the way her lovely jawline fit so perfectly into his palm, the warmth of her sinking into his skin and creeping upward.
She dipped her hand into his trousers, her fingers caressing his hardening flesh over his briefs beneath.
His cock jumped in her hand at that thought. Damnit. Nothing was going to stop him until he released into her depths. He waved a hand to the door to place a silencing charm. He would not stop this until she was crying his name into the chilled night.
His mind made up, he pulled back and reached into the pocket of his unbuttoned frock coat to produce a vial of a viscous shimmering pink liquid. "Take this, Pansy."
Her face twisted in apparent pain. "A contraceptive?" Her eyes begged him as her hand hovered over his. "But–"
"I insist." He already crossed a line by touching her in this way. He would not cross another, and if it did not stop now, he was not sure he would have the strength to do so later.
She stuck her chin out as she glared at the vial, her eyes filled with conflict mixed with something else, relief maybe. Her desk calendar flashed through the front of her thoughts as he allowed himself a glance within. He could not recall anything significant about this date. She must be feeling the pressure of her father's timeline.
Pulling from her mind and looking away from her gaze, he sneered. "If that means this ends now, so be it." He reached for her lacy-covered breast with his free hand and rolled the hardened peak between his fingers. "But it would be a shame." The ache building in his pelvis echoed the sentiment as he repeated the assault on her other nipple.
She chewed her flushed lower lip as she took the vial from his fingers and swirled the liquid within. "You better give me the best shagging of my life," she hissed as she tipped the syrupy substance onto her tongue and tossed the vial aside with a dark glare in his direction.
He chuckled. "I doubt that is much of a contest." He snaked his fingers up her thigh to discover her lack of knickers. The witch knew what she was doing. "Ten points from Slytherin for being out of uniform." And fifty points to him for not only getting to experience the pleasures which he was sure awaited him but also delaying an unfortunate future for the witch before him.
"I don't believe the dress code specifies such things, but I am sure I can earn those back if you allow" she nearly whispered, her lips against his ear as she stood on her toes, a warm hand on his shoulder.
He dipped his fingers into her awaiting wetness. "We shall see." He curled them against her inner walls.
"Oh, those fingers!" She groaned as she lowered herself and squirmed against his hand, her fingertips digging into his shoulder.
She whimpered as he pulled his hand free. He brought his slick fingers to his nose, inhaling deeply as she stared fixedly at him. She smelled of youth and lust and desperation.
"Sit." He patted the cool wooden desktop.
She nodded as she scooted her bare bum onto the surface and leaned back onto her elbows. She spread her legs wide, knees up and stocking feet gripping the desk edge exposing everything to him as she eagerly watched his reaction, bottom lip between her teeth.
He raised his brows and leaned down to take in the scent of her damp slit again. As his lungs filled and his eyes drifted shut, he pushed away another wave of rising guilt into the depths behind well maintained mental shields. She was willing. She offered herself to him, begged him even, literally dripped desire for him. She wanted this as much as he did despite the terms he demanded, even if he could not understand why anyone would, especially a witch of her caliber. He deserved this. After years of sacrifice and suffering, he earned this, and he craved it more than he would have guessed. Furthermore, if it prevented her from doing something even more stupid, even better. Truly a win-win.
His fingers pressed inside her again as she gasped in surprise. With his other hand, he reached into his trousers and freed his growing erection from the restriction of the wool garment. Not yet. He could never have the moment back of the first time he would feel her beautiful body around his needy cock. He mustn't waste it.
He stroked a hand along her abdomen and then groped her breasts one at a time over the lacy undergarment as he continued to work his other hand against her tight inner folds.
Her hips rocked and her breath quickened, as her hot desire coated his fingers, dripping down his hand, all for him. He held back a smile as her body struggled to both reach and delay gratification simultaneously. She pressed closer, and the heat started to rise from her skin.
"Not yet, Pansy. I am not finished with you." He pulled his hands away and placed them on her hips.
Her mouth fell open with the breath still caught in her throat, but she nodded. As she inhaled, she sat forward and reached between her thighs to take his full length into her palm. "Yes. Of course."
Her hand moved up and down his flesh as he massaged rough circles with his thumbs over her hip bones beneath her gray uniform skirt. She chewed her lower lip as her strokes drove the hesitations out of his head.
Once he felt his own ache building within his depths, he retreated from her tight grip and pulled her into position with her bum at the desk edge, her black-stocking clad legs spread wide and her pert chest thrust up as her forearms rested against the desktop.
He leaned over her, inhaling her perfume mingled with the scent of her sex. "Tell me you want this, Pansy."
She locked eyes with him. "I want to feel you inside me." She purred, and the lust flashing in her smokey green eyes agreed.
He moved closer, rubbing himself along her damp folds from top to bottom and back up, teasing at the hardened nub, barely able to hold back his instinct to thrust deep into her begging warmth. "Tell me again."
She leaned up, her face inches from his. "I want you, Headmaster Severus Snape," her lovely lips emphasizing each syllable. "To put that beautiful cock inside me now." She pushed her hips up trying to rut him against her sensitive flesh.
He growled as he sank into her, her heat surrounding him and washing through him into his very center threatening to pull him over into completion immediately.
She dropped back onto the desk with a gasp, her fingers clinging to the edge next to her buttocks to hold her position.
"Yes, like that, yes," she panted as he pulled away long enough to gain control of himself and pushed inside again and again.
Merlin, yes. This surpassed any fantasy. His hands gripped tighter around her waist as their pelvises collided, and her tightness engulfed him so completely with each thrust his mind emptied of all other thoughts, shields and walls and buried guilt all forgotten.
He glided a hand from her hip and flipped her skirt up so he could witness the beauty of their bodies meeting over and over. He dragged his fingers along her inner thigh and rolled circles over the apex of her folds with his thumb.
Pansy whimpered and gasped as her face tipped back, cheeks flushed.
His pace quickened as he watched her breasts struggle against the lace of her bra. He sensed her need growing around him as her inner walls gripped tighter still, as his own core tensed to hold back his impending climax.
She wrapped her legs around his waist as she pushed herself back onto her elbows.
"Oh, oh Se–Professor," She moaned.
He leaned into her, his lips brushing her ear. "Say it, Pansy. Call me Severus as you shatter around my cock." He released her hip, placing one hand at the nape of her neck as he continued his manipulations of her sensitive nubbin, between their grinding pelvises.
"Oh. Oh. Please. Oh, yes." She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and brought him hard against her. "Severus," she cried as her back arched and her body spasmed around him, her chest caught with lost breath.
"Mmmph," he grunted as the first wave of his own peak overtook him just as his name passed those amazing ruby lips.
Her body continued to quiver around him as she softly moaned. He released her as his hands fell to the desk next to her hips, and he closed his eyes as another wave rushed over him.
He panted, willing his heart to slow before finally pulling himself free from her warmth. It was done. He crossed another line. There was no going back now, but where he'd expected to find anguish and disgust, he instead found a dark satisfaction and a sense of accomplishment. He'd done it. He'd taken pleasure from her again and returned the favor.
He looked down at the witch, her hair sprawled behind her on the desk, her lissom body still heaving with effort, her pale cheeks flushed and glowing, and her eyes half open and unfocused. What a magnificent sight. He locked the vision away in the place in his mind for things he wished no one else to find as ran his hands up her midsection to palm her breasts and back down to her hips. If he were a younger man he would flip her over and do it all again.
With a sigh, he unwrapped her legs from his waist, and she sat up on his desk, her legs dangling over as she flashed a satisfied grin. Waving a hand between them, he evanesced away the evidence of their coupling.
Pansy nodded as she jumped down from his desk and straightened her skirt. She pulled her button down back into place and began fastening the buttons, her gaze on him.
He drew his trousers back in up and started on the buttons of his shirt, a sense of awe settling in him as he watched the beauty who had just moments before called out his name in ecstasy.
"I enjoyed that very much, Professor." She reached for her uniform vest and pulled it back into place before grabbing her tie where it had fallen onto the stone floor. "Until next time, Sir."
He nodded and waved a hand, unclicking the locks and releasing the silencing spell. "Good night, Ms Parkinson."
She gave him a genuine seeming smile. "Sweet Dreams, Sir." She winked as she stepped into the corridor.
Her head spun as she crept down the corridor back to the Common Room. Severus Snape turned out to have more beneath those dark layers than even her fantasies revealed. The way he used his fingers to draw out sensations she didn't previously know possible while slotting against her as if he was meant to be there. How he made her beg him for it, making it clear she wanted it as much as he. And Gods, somehow she did want it, every bit of it. She wanted to see beyond the sliver of lean bare chest she had managed to unveil, to nibble paths over his midsection, to drag her fingers along his bare back and buttocks to see if they were as equally as taught, to trace her tongue along that same path. Hopefully, she would not need to wait long for her next opportunity to fill her lungs with his scent and cry his name into the night as she crashed into ecstasy.
Pansy chuckled as she read the scrap of parchment with Professor Snape's undeniable scrawl she found lying on her pillow the next evening after dinner - "Tonight." He called so soon. She'd anticipated having to wait, perhaps even having to beg for her next opportunity. Perhaps, he needed it as much as she. Yes, she must have awakened something in him as he had in her. She could work with that.
She glanced around the dormitory and then stepped to the full-length mirror. Running her fingers through her hair, she turned to study herself from each side. She pulled her wand from sleeve and strengthened the charms on her uniform, pulling it just right, and then reexamined the witch in the reflection. She pulled off her green and silver tie and undid her top button. She peeked down her button-down shirt to confirm she wore the black lace bra. With another flick of the wand, she felt the lacy garment push her modest breasts to their limit. She pressed her lips together, reactivating the charmed lip gloss and smiled.
"Looking hot, Pansy." Millicent Bulstrude commented as she entered the room. "Sneaking out again are we?"
"It's not sneaking. I am a prefect."
Milicent rolled eyes. "So who is the lucky wizard tonight?"
"You would not believe me if I told you."
"Fine. Don't tell me. Bet Draco's pissed though."
"I wouldn't know. Accio perfume." She caught the small mister as it flew to her shoulder. Pulling her shirt forward, she sprayed the scent beneath and tossed the bottle onto her bed. "See you later."
"Have fun," Millicent shook her head at her as Pansy left the dorm bedroom.
As she sauntered through the common room, she lingered near the sofa where Draco sat, feet up on the table, deep in conversation with several of their housemates. She cast him a sideways glance as she stepped out of the room. If he noticed, he did not show it.
She had to intentionally slow her cadence as she moved through the corridor to Headmaster Snape's chambers, watching and listening for any potential witnesses. She often wondered why he kept the chambers here even though he was no longer Head of House. But then again, why should he move from the place in which he'd already spent over fifteen years. If she were asked to move from this part of the castle, she would probably refuse too.
Pansy glanced up and down the corridor before knocking twice on the wooden door, her thoughts immediately filled with the moment Snape had pulled her to him, pawing at her body before stealing her away inside a few nights prior.
The door swung open, and she stepped inside, instinctively pulling her shoulders tight, back straight, and lifting her chin up. She flashed him her best demure smile and stood waiting for him to make the next move even as she yearned to rush to be nearer in the chill of the dungeon air.
The door closed behind her and the locks clicked as he beckoned her closer with one of his exquisite fingers just as he'd done the night prior.
She strolled to stand before him and paused, watching him from beneath her dark lashes.
The briefest touch of his tongue on his lips was the only acknowledgement she received as his dark eyes scanned over her, and she shivered.
"Turn around," his baritone timbre commanded.
She chewed her lip as she obeyed, facing away from the wizard and toward the desk, her heart echoing her growing anticipation. She'd been in his presence a mere thirty seconds, and she already felt her core burning.
He moved behind her, and she jumped as his hands caressed up the back of her bare thighs. "Bend over."
She hinged at the waist and settled onto the cool dark wood of the desk, her charmed bra digging into her soft flesh.
Another shiver ran through her as he ran his hands down her shoulders along the back of her arms to take her fingers and place them curved over the desk edge, the scent of worn leather and parchment wafting over her, the warmth of his presence closing in around her.
Keeping her hands in place, she glanced over her shoulder as she felt her skirt lifted away, exposing her bum and lacy black knickers to his viewing pleasure. He had not yet offered her a contraceptive. Was he going to risk fulfilling Impleo? Had last night been some sort of test? The breath caught in her chest.
She swallowed back her gasp as his fingers dragged over her thighs again and his hands took perch firmly on her bum, leaving trails of desire behind as memories of what those lovely fingers were capable of flashed through her thoughts.
He snaked a finger beneath the lace at her hips and slid her knickers over her skin and down to her ankles. Leaning over her exposed flesh, he took a deep draw of her scent as his thumb slid down the crease of her bum to rest on her back entrance. He rubbed small circles sending forth flickers of want she did not even know existed.
"Tell me Pansy, has anyone ever taken you here?" His thumb pressed the opening firmly as his fingers firmly gripped the flesh of her buttock.
A soft whimper escaped her as she reflexively tightened against the digit. "No, Sir." She whispered.
"Perfect." His hand slipped down further to dip into her awaiting wetness, momentarily teasing at her clit, urging forth more damp heat. A low laugh echoed from his chest.
"Oh, yes," she murmured as she pressed against his hand.
He dragged the moisture upward to lubricate before pressing against the rear barrier again.
Pansy tensed and gasped as the invading digit popped through. Gods! The flames in her core swelled as he probed. Her body sought more, pressing back, unconsciously understanding the shocking sensations she had not yet explored as she considered what was to come.
She drew her lower lip into her mouth as he leaned over her and inhaled deeply again. The unmistakable sensation of his flesh rubbing through her moist cleft upward stoked her growing need. Letting him take her arse tonight would mean he would forever be "the first," just as Blaise had been her first try at oral pleasure and Draco her first intercourse. As his thumb pulled away, the resounding emptiness told her she would let him have that place in her history, and she would beg for it if necessary.
She squirmed on the desk until she felt his girth against the tight barrier and trembled.
"Ready?" His silky purr echoed against her ear sending shockwaves through her.
She clenched her eyes tight and nodded.
He leaned over the desk, the weight of his torso against her back, until his lips met her earlobe. "Relax." His fingers massaged the tense muscles of her bum.
The breath left her lungs as her body seemed to melt at his words.
"That's better, Pansy." He shifted his weight away from her briefly before pressing against her again. "Now, say it."
"Please, Severus." She circled her bum against him, desperate to have him inside her.
"So inpatient." His fingers continued to knead the flesh of her backside. "Please what?" He pulled back, leaving a chill to caress her damp cleft.
She moved to follow, to feel him against her again, but his fingers kept her firmly in place. "Please claim my arse tonight. I want you to have it."
His groan reverberated in her core as his length pressed into her fully. She gripped the desk edge until her fingers felt numb as the rest of her burned when he pulled out and plunged back again sending surprising sparks of heat straight into her depths.
He clutched her hips until his fingertips dug painfully into her flesh as his pace quickened.
Her body lurched with each deep thrust. She arched up as the air got tight in her chest, keeping her fingers locked in place over the desk edge, soft sounds escaping her tight lips. The unfamiliar pleasure swelled, trying to reach deep into her core and unravel her.
She peeked over her shoulder as she felt him tense behind her. His eyes were tight and his face contorted until he stilled, a tight groan escaping his clenched jaw as she felt his warmth flood her insides.
She released the breath she didn't know she'd been holding as her pleasure faded, her peak no longer imminent. She would not be getting her release, it seemed.
He fell forward, his forehead resting against the middle of her back, and she rested her cheek onto the cool wood of the desktop as the both reclaimed their breath.
She jumped when he tenderly caressed her bum before pulling himself free. As she stared at the stone wall adjacent, he pulled her lace knickers back into place with a snap of the waistband and flipped her pleated skirt back down.
His touch on her shoulder beckoned her to stand. She turned and leaned against the desk, as she looked up at him. "I will be going then?" She raised an eyebrow knowing the answer was yes but hoping it was no. Would he use those talented fingers to finish her off if she asked? Gods, she wished she had the brazen to ask.
He nodded as he waved his hands over his shoulder, and the locks clicked open.
"Good night, Sir." She touched his shoulder as she passed by him toward the door.
She resisted the urge to look back when he didn't respond as she slowly opened the chamber door, glancing out.
With the deep ache in her arse and the scent on him still in her nose to remind her of her transgressions, she crept back into the Slytherin Common room.
Draco lounged on the same sofa he'd occupied when she'd left, alone this time. His gray eyes bore into her as she walked past. "You are not on duty tonight, Pansy." He stood.
She rolled her eyes. "Good night, Draco."
"I should report you." He stepped closer, his gaze running over her.
"Go ahead," she hissed.
He grabbed her upper arm and pulled her close, eyes narrowing. The warmth of him against her immediately brought with it thoughts of him pressing her against the wall of one of the many alcoves, hand beneath her shirt, lips on hers, as he'd once been fond to do, or sneaking away on Sunday afternoons to fuck in the boathouse or the astronomy tower. "I hope you are not doing anything stupid."
"Following the Dark Lord's orders, just like you," she spat with all the venom she had.
He released her and turned. "You are better than that, Pansy," he whispered as he walked away.
As she watched him ascend the staircase to the boy's dormitory, a single tear tumbled down her flushed cheek, her high from earlier falling away with it.