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Squeaks And Needs	By : snivellus-snanger Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 5676 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Squeaks And Needs
- 1
“Look out!” A scream, emerging from a housemate next to me, went through the chilly dungeon classroom and caused every single student to turn their faces towards me. It clearly wasn’t enough to stop me from throwing moonseed in a cauldron with Polyjuice Potion. Well, Polyjuice Potion was the assignment, I totally ruined it just a moment ago. In mere seconds a big cloud of purple smoke filled the room and students began coughing, including me. Not only the smoke caused my throat to burn, it was the fear and shame of failure that burned through my body, not skipping a single nerve. Normally, I’m not a person with high standards. Although I’m a Gryffindor, I’m not that diligent as people think. Care of Magical Creatures? I barely put effort into it. First of all: It’s pretty easy, second: Hagrid gives everyone with a heart for animals good grades. Charms? I like the subject, so I don’t mind working for it. Transfiguration? Don’t tell anyone, but most of the times I copy the essays from classmates when they’re not looking. But this, Potions, is another story. It’s a bit complicated, so I’ll try to keep it short. Potions would be the subject I dread the most, while it’s also the highlight of my day. That’s the part where it gets complex: Somewhere, somehow, past years, along the road I’ve gotten myself into an utterly mad crush, a combination of pure admiration and dreams I rather not talk about, on Professor Snape. Yes, that’s what I said. I fancy my Potions professor, the greasy git, the big bat, the vampire of the dungeons or whatever you’d like to call him. Since the beginning of that crush I’ve created an irrational fear of failing in Potions classes. I figured that Snape might like me more if I excel in his subject, so I started to put all my efforts in Potions. That went quite well for a couple of weeks, until I started to get these dreams, intimate dreams, about Professor Snape. Dreams of his hands touching me everywhere, his magnificent voice speaking my name, his thin lips following the curve of my jawline. My focus-level in class went from 100 to 0 in merely a week and today, my dearest friends, today I fucked up.

“You. In my office. 8pm tonight.” The familiar voice hissed behind my back after vanishing the smoke with a flick of his wand. “Class dismissed.” He strode back to his desk and made a hand-gesture towards the door. While my classmates were packing their stuff and making their way out of the chilly, now smoke-free, classroom, I could do nothing more than take sharp breaths and telling myself to calm the fuck down. I was simply baffled by my own failure, my limbs refused to work along and I was pretty close to total disruption. But I couldn’t cry. Failing my assignment was bad enough and there was no way Professor Snape would be thinking of me as a crybaby. “Dismissed. I hope you did not totally lose your mind today and still know the meaning of that word.” His snarky voice pulled me back to reality for a second, and to my greatest horror I was the only student still in his classroom. “P-professor, I’m s-so sorry! I didn’t mean to-“ He silenced me with his hand and another hiss before I could finish my apologies. Not that apologies could’ve saved me from this awful situation. He probably hates me right now, there’s nothing I can do about that. It would be best to forget about Snape. Maybe leave school, flee the country, move to Australia? Just as I packed my parchment and managed to stand up the low voice filled the classroom again, this time with a sense of amusement. “I’d prefer Scandinavia, but that’s my opinion.” My head shot up, legs collapsed and with a loud noise I fell flat onto the hard stone floor, all the contents of my bag rolling over the ground. Fuck! I’d totally forgotten about Snape’s legilimency skills. Have I made eye contact today? I did just now, he’d clearly heard my plans on fleeing the country. No no no no! This is bad! Did he see my thoughts? Did he see MY DREAMS!? “Not your best self today, are you now?” He suddenly stood behind me. I looked up and, from my current position on the floor, he looked like a skyscraper with greasy black hair and a hooked nose. I just gaped at him, like a retarded goldfish. He bent over, grabbed my arm with his pale hands and ridiculously long but marvellous fingers and pulled up, back onto my feet. But he didn’t let go after that, no. He pulled me close to his face, so I could feel his breath tickling my ear. “Watch yourself, little girl.” With that he let me go and gestured towards the door. I quickly gathered my stuff from the floor and managed to flee the classroom, legs only working halfway. I’m not entirely sure, but it was just like I heard him chuckling while watching me struggle trough the dungeons.

It was only when dinnertime arrived that my breathing returned somewhat normal. After Potions class I had managed to make it back to the Gryffindor common room, throw my bag next to my bed and collapse on the mattress. I felt like crying for failing the assignment and making myself look ridiculous gaping at him like a fish on the floor. I felt like smiling because he’d noticed me and even touched me with his sacred fucking hands. There was a huge throb between my legs and I decided to skip the remaining classes and indulge in some me-time in the Prefects bathroom, which is only for Prefects but I couldn’t care less at that moment. So, with normal breathing but still shaking hands I sit down at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall. It was then that I realised I’d missed lunch. My stomach makes a loud growl and suddenly I feel like I haven’t eaten anything for over three days. Nonsense, I had quite an extensive breakfast this morning. Anyways, food, here, now. It’s delicious and for a moment I forget what happened in Potions class today. But that didn’t last long. I let my gaze turn to the Staff Table, just for a second. In that second I manage to make eye contact with the Potions Master and choke on a piece of chocolate cake. A housemate pats me on my back to clear my airways, and from the corner of my eye I see him smirking. The choking in combination with the smirk on Snape’s face turns my face a bright shade of red and I quickly make my way to the girls’ lavatories to regain senses before detention starts.

Two minutes early I knock on the thick wooden door to Professor Snape’s office. My legs are already wiggling and I seriously wonder how I’m going to survive this night without going fully insane. “Come in.” Snape’s low voice muttered from behind the door. I carefully push the heavy door open and take one step inside the office. The place is marvellous, just as its owner. The walls are covered by countless shelved, filled with countless books, potions, ingredients, cauldrons and more stuff. There’s a huge fireplace with two huge leather chairs in front of it, and a little table with a bottle of Ogden’s Old Firewhisky on it. Then, in the back of the room there’s a dark wooden desk with gigantic stacks of papers. It’s barely lit, only two candles burn at that side of the room. But it’s enough to draw the sharp outlines of Professor Snape’s figure. “Are you going to stand there gaping like a fish for the rest of the evening or are you going to listen to what I have to say?” The black figure snapped. I slowly walk towards his desk and with every step I take his person is getting more clear in de dim light. “Good girl.” His low voice, now closer, runs through my spine and makes me shiver. Merlin, help me. “Now, I guess you know why you’re here?” I nodded. “Yes s-sir. I-I failed the assignment and filled the room with s-smoke.” I don’t want to stutter, but there’s no way I can regain control of my voice. “Indeed.” My heart skips a beat every time his voice fills the room and I’m starting to fear for a serious heart attack by now. Suddenly he is behind me again, I didn’t even notice. He’s so close I can feel his body heat and, just like earlier today, his warm breath tickling my neck. I’m frozen, nailed to the ground. My breathing is now fully on pause and I’m not even starting on the current state of my heart. “Tell me, girl, do you have problems with focussing during my classes?” He spoke, almost like a whisper. I can even feel the vibrations of his voice on the little hairs on my neck. I only nod, not able to speak since I’m still not breathing. “And why is that? You couldn’t possibly have a lot on your mind, could you now?” I nod again before I realise he asked a question which requires an answer. “I-“ Is the only thing that I could bring out, rather a squeak from my throat than an actual word. Mere seconds passed and suddenly I feel his large hand on my throat. Not in a strangling manner, more like a caress. He brings it up to right under my chin and lifts it up so I’m now looking up, straight into his face which is looming above me. I accidentally let out a quiet moan, hoping he wouldn’t notice it. But of course he did. It’s Snape, he has eyes in his fucking pinky toes if he needs to. My legs now feel like the Hogwarts Pumpkin Pudding, served during the Halloween Party in the Great Hall every year. It seems like the more my legs start to feel lifeless, the more life streams right into my core, making it throb way beyond healthy. I hear Snape chuckling in a low and dangerous way. Why is he laughing? “Interesting… The way your little body reacts at my touch.” He hisses in my ear. “One could almost think you’re quite enjoying your detention.” His voice is low as always, but there’s this teasing tone underneath it which only makes the ache between my legs and the humiliation more intense.

All of a sudden his touch is gone and my head drops down as soon as his large hand left my chin. Where did he go? A flicker of fear runs down my spine, but I’m too afraid to turn around and look where he’d gone. Luckily, or not, I didn’t have to wait in expectation since his hand fell flat on my back, pushing me forward onto the surface of his desk. With his other hand he casted some sort of binding spell, which leaves my wrists tied up at the outer corners of his desk. Although I’ve never been this scared in my entire life, I feel a wave of heat erupting from my pussy, followed by the wetness of my arousal. I only hope he doesn’t notice it, since it would be too humiliating. I don’t want him to know I get turned on by the harsh hands of my Potions professor, do I? “Don’t be scared, little cub.” He brushes some loose hairs out of my face with his free hand. Then he did the thing I longed for so badly all those months: he flipped the hem of my skirt up with the tip of his wand and tugged it in the waistband so it would stay up. I hear him putting his wand back in his pocket and, indeed, a free hand returned to my knickers and tugged at it. Suddenly, in only a matter of mere seconds, I’m laying flat on the surface of Severus Snape’s desk with my bare bum fully exposed to said man. A loud squeak escapes my throat as one of his pale fingers lingers at my inner thigh. “Oh my, your wetness is running down your thigh.” He chuckles evilly while tracing down the path of my arousal with his index finger. “Sir I-“ I have no idea what I wanted to say, so I quickly shut my mouth again. “Your mind is an open book, my girl. Who could have guessed the shy little cub of Gryffindor had a dirty thing for her Potions professor?” With that he smacks his flat hand on my right butt cheek and I can’t hold back a squirm. “Oh, don’t feel ashamed now. It’s not that strange to prefer snarky old men over the boys of your age, is it?” He whispered teasingly, right before another blow hit my bum. “Tell me, what is it that you seek? Knowledge? Skills?” His hand moves back to my mound and he starts to tease my lips with his fingers. I can’t hold back a moan and bite my lip to silence it. “Experience, perhaps?” Without warning one of his fingers slips inside me with greatest ease. That meant that, indeed, I was soaking down under. Another, more loud moan, escapes my throat, but this time I’m too busy to hold it back. “Bad little girl. Remind me to take twenty points from Gryffindor, for wetting my floor.” His finger moves in and out while his thumb runs in circles around the sensitive nub, which is currently on fire. I’m literally screaming right now, so close am I to the ultimate climax I’ve been dreaming of all this time. “Come for me, now.” His voice sounds lower than the usual low and more dangerous than the usual dangerous, but it was just the thing I needed to make it to the finish line. With a louder than loud moan I come to my end, tears are streaming down my face, not sure if out of happiness or the lingering humiliation. “Good girl.” Snape’s face is suddenly very close to mine, and I feel his teeth. First in the lobe of my ear, then at the sensitive spot in my neck and suddenly his lips are on mine. Although my heart explodes with the sensation of being kissed, no, devoured, by Professor Snape, the position I’m still in isn’t very comfortable. My face is still getting pushed flat on the surface of his desk and my wrists are still bound at the corners. His mouth tastes like coffee and there’s a hint of liquor, but not enough to presume he’s drunk. His tongue feels soft but strong, teasing mine with the tip. The hand that still lingered on my mound rises up to my face and I feel the wetness, my wetness, from his fingers on my cheek. He then breaks the kiss, and I accidentally moan in frustration of the loss of it. He notices and chuckled, in that ever so teasing manner, before he penetrates my mouth with said fingers. I shy by the sensation of tasting my own arousal since I’ve never done something like this before, but continue to clean his long fingers with my tongue. After he pulled his hand back he observes his fingers for a moment before trailing them along my cheek. “Such an obedient girl.” The sound of his voice makes my pussy throb with want again. How is this even possible? Suddenly I feel the tug on my wrists disappear and my hands are free to roam again. Snape stands straight again and pulls me back up onto my feet. My legs are wiggling when they’re suddenly meant to carry the weight of my body, but professor Snape catches right on time. I want to thank him for it, but I’ve seemed to have completely lost my voice somewhere during the past minutes. When my legs are finally used to the weight I let go of his robes and let my free hands touch the bruised cheeks of my behind. I flinch, it hurts more than I thought. “Here, use this. Every morning and evening, it will ease the pain.” Snape’s voice had turned into a tone I’ve never heard from him before, almost… Kind and caring? “T-thank y-you, s-sir.” My voice is raspy but I finally manage to speak, almost afraid I’d lost my tongue for the rest of my life. I look up at him, finally daring to meet his eyes. I’m merely 165 centimetres long, he must be at least two heads taller. It’s actually frightening. That’s also the moment I realise he’d somewhere managed to vanish most of my clothes, while he’s still fully dressed in his usual attire.

A heat shoots to my cheeks and I quickly move my eyes to the floor in shame, but Snape’s hand catches my chin and lifts it back up to meet his face. “So delicate.” He caresses my cheek, his other hand fondling my modest-sized breast and teasing my nipple between his index finger and thumb. I’m putty in his hands, it’s ridiculous. He pulls his wand from his pocket and with a single flick I’m covered in my robes again. It immediately makes the whole situation less awkward and less thrilling, bit by bit my logic sense returns and I now realise I climaxed by the truly magical hands of professor Snape mere minutes ago. “Professor I-“ His thumb closes my lips before I can finish my sentence. “No talking. I expect you here on Saturday, same time.” He sounded like his stern self again. I look up at him in confusion. So many questions are flying through my mind right now. Like, was this the detention? Would this be a one-time thing? Did he have regrets? But then why does he want to see me again? Do I get the real detention tomorrow? Did he find this as arousing as I did? Better question: did he find me arousing? I don’t want to leave. I want to kiss him again. Would he mind if I kissed him now? My mind is obviously working again, a bit too much if you ask me. Snape probably noticed, cause he pulled me closer and worked his long tongue into my mouth to silence my thoughts. He pulled back a little and his mouth is now next to my ear. I feel the tip of his tongue teasing my earlobe, this man is a god and a devil at the same time. “Bad little girls like you need more reprimand. I’m not done with you after tonight.” His low voice teased my stomach, how could I wait until Saturday? Snape walks me towards the door but doesn’t let me open it yet. “Remember, Saturday, same time, no knickers.” My eyes flew open and he chuckles evilly at my surprised reaction. He opens the heavy wooden door and with reluctance I take the step out of his office before he grasps my wrist and pulls me close to his face again. “You’re mine now.” He spoke in some kind of dark and serious tone, almost like a warning. It sends chills through my spine, while I couldn’t be more happy right now. I’m his! All I wanted, all this time! He lets go of me and gives me a little push into the corridor. I want to turn around and look at him one last time, but the door smashed right into my face, leaving me staring at a surface of dark wood mere inches from my face.

“Already back from detention? What did he make you do? Cut his toenails?” One of my best friends had been waiting for me in the Gryffindor common room. I check the clock and, indeed, I haven’t been away as long as I thought I was. The whole thing seemed to have taken over six hours, but I’ve only been away for merely ninety minutes. “Oh, it wasn’t that bad. I had to clean some cauldrons, but he let me go early. Clearly, he was in a good mood.” I lied while thinking back of his fingers teasing my body. “Maybe he’s found a fuckbuddy to release him from his bad mood every once in a while.” Another housemate chuckles. “Ew, that’s gross! Now I’m thinking of Snape having sex, thank you very much!” My friend cries in disgust. I’m laughing like nothing happened, but quickly make my way upstairs. I want my bed. Suddenly I feel exhausted, but I’m afraid to fall asleep. What if I wake up and all of this had been another dream? I did fall asleep quite fast, and the stinging pain on the cheeks of my bum next morning reminds me of the fact it hadn’t been a dream. I’m his, finally.
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