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Mingling	By : S-Weller Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 2244 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Severus Snape was normally content to keep to himself. He usually avoided mingling with other people, even if it meant that he often had only himself to talk to. Today, however, was different.
Utterly bored and feeling restless, he had donned some Muggle clothes and gone for a walk around Cokeworth. Since it was summer, there were quite a few children about, kicking a football in the dingy street. The old play park where he had met Lily Evans was full of cretins laughing and running and swinging like there was nothing in the world at all to worry about.
Snape scowled and rubbed at his left forearm subconsciously. There was far more to worry about for Severus than for most people. If what Dumbledore said about the Dark Lord was actually true . . . if he ever actually managed to return . . .
There was a grimy pub at the corner of the high street and Mill Street. The Tall Slug Inn was infamous for their Salty Pecker, a foul cocktail that was rumored to have actual semen as an ingredient. Snape slipped inside and found himself a seat at the bar. He ordered a drink – Scotch – and discretely observed the other patrons as he drank it.
He didn’t see her approach him. She’d been further down at the bar, on the other side of some factory workers who were venting about their sadistic foreman. She slid onto the stool next to Snape and smiled at him.
“Never seen you in here before,” she said.
Snape raised his eyes to look at her, taking in her tousled brown hair, snub nose, and shadowy blue eyes. He deliberately took a sip of his drink, trying to figure out how to respond.
“You live around here? Or just visiting?”
Snape set his glass down on the counter. “I live here.”
“You work at the factory, or?”
“I am a teacher at a boarding school.”
The woman laughed. She waved the bartender over to have her drink refreshed. “No offense, but you don’t look much like a teacher.”
Snape scowled. “And what does a teacher look like?”
“I dunno. Boarding schools are all stuffy and prissy, aren’t they? I imagine like a bunch of old guys wandering around in fancy wool jackets and stuff.”
Severus grit his teeth. Why had he wanted to come here again?
“You look like a musician or something,” the woman continued. “Like some of those old rock stars you see doing interviews on telly.”
Despite himself, Snape felt his muscles relaxing. Must be the Scotch. He took another drink, savoring the burn as it went down and the lingering smoky taste in the back of his throat.
“What do you do then?” He snapped.
The woman smiled and sipped at her own drink. It was some kind of lime green cocktail with a lemon wedge. “I work at the Railview Hotel. Housekeeping.”
“Exciting.”
The woman laughed again. “Sometimes. I’m Hellen, by the way. Hellen Galt.”
“Severus Snape.”
“Whoa, what a name,” the woman – Hellen – giggled.
“Indeed.” The corners of Snape’s mouth twitched.
“So, Severus Snape,” Hellen began, leaning a little closer to him. “Is there a Mrs. Snape?”
Snape snorted. “Only my mother, and she’s dead.”
Hellen pursed her lips and straightened back up. She knocked back the rest of her drink and set the glass down on the counter a little harder than necessary. Snape was suddenly self-conscious. He was aware of the way his greasy locks were clinging to the back of his neck, the way his black Muggle button down shirt was faded and a little threadbare, the yellow tinge at the tips of his fingers from potions ingredients . . .
“You, uh, maybe want to go somewhere more private?” Hellen asked.
Snape looked more closely at her, thinking. She wasn’t exactly pretty, but she wasn’t hideous, either. Why then was she talking to him?
But he found himself agreeing and downing the rest of his Scotch. He tossed a handful of Muggle coins on the counter and followed Hellen out of the pub into the cobblestone street. Following a step or two behind her, he had a perfect opportunity to admire her long legs as she stumbled along, as she had on a short skirt. She had on a blue suede jacket. Snape was happy to note that the stitching along the bottom hem in the back had come undone. He wasn’t the only one with worn-out clothes.
Severus felt his stomach lurch when they turned on to Spinner’s End. Did she know where he lived? Had she somehow used Legilimency without his knowing? But then they continued on toward the outskirts of town. On the other side of a large, weedy field stood the Railview Hotel, a tall, gloomy looking building in need of repair. The garden beds in the front were overgrown. Severus was delighted to spot a healthy Deadly Nightshade plant lurking amongst the other weeds. Perhaps, on the way out, he’d harvest some of it for use in his potions work later.
“I’m, um, living in Room 17,” Hellen said, brandishing a little gold key. “It’s this way.”
Snape followed her into the dusty lobby. The hotel felt as unused as his own house was. He briefly wondered how they were able to stay open with conditions this bad, but Hellen walked quickly toward the stairs and Snape endeavored to keep up with her.
Room 17 was just as dingy as everything else in Cokeworth. There were two twin beds. The room smelled somewhat damp and musty, but Snape found suddenly that he didn’t care. Hellen had closed the door and removed her jacket, revealing a very tight sleeveless blouse.
“So, um,” Hellen suddenly looked nervous. “How do you want me?”
Snape took a very deep breath. This wasn’t happening. He didn’t know her. He’d only just learned her name thirty minutes ago. And they were about to . . .. His brain told him that what he was doing was probably wrong, but his body had begun reacting of his own accord. He felt for a moment as though he were under the Imperious curse. He had no control over his movements as he unbuttoned his shirt.
“Strip,” he found himself saying as he let his shirt fall to the floor.
Hellen grinned and tugged her blouse off over her head. Her bra was flimsy lace, and her pink nipples were visible behind the fabric. She undid the zipper on the side of her skirt and shimmied out of it. Snape found himself undoing his own zipper and shoving his trousers down. Damn. Shoes. He sat down on the edge of the nearest bed and began working on the laces of his boots.
"Nice tattoo." Hellen joined him on the bed, and he found her soft hands joining his as he pulled off his boots. She brought one of her hands up and let her fingertips brush over the faded Dark Mark on his pale forearm.
Snape could smell the alcohol on her breath.She reached for his face and brushed his greasy hair back, tucking it behind his ear. Her thumb brushed over his cheekbone gently. Affectionately. How drunk was she? But it didn't matter. His skin burned at her touch. He needed more.
His trousers now successfully removed, and his wand hidden in the pile of crumpled clothing, he laid back on the bed in nothing more than his pants and socks. She threw one leg over him and straddled him, brushing her lace-covered crotch over his.
Snape bit back a moan. Hellen was grinding against him. Snape balled his fists in the bedspread.
“Take these off,” he whispered, gesturing to her knickers.
Hellen slid off him, and for a moment Snape felt the urge to whimper at the loss of contact. He bit his tongue. Snape sat up, watching as she reached behind her and undid the hooks of her bra, freeing her ample bosom. She stepped out of her knickers and stood before him in all her naked glory. Snape took a moment to admire her lithe body before she was hooking her thumbs in the elastic of his pants.
His throbbing cock sprang free of its confines and he moaned as she leaned down over it, the ends of her brown hair brushing against it. It tickled.
“Tell me what you want, Severus,” she purred, reaching out and stroking one finger down his length.
Snape shuddered. “Suck me.”
Hellen grinned and leaned further over him, letting her hot breath tease him for a moment. She gently slid his foreskin back and blew over the exposed glans. Snape moaned and felt his cock jump. More. Now. More.
Snape didn’t realize he’d spoken those words aloud until Hellen giggled. She pressed her lips to the tip of his cock and then very slowly traced her tongue over the glans. She reached down and gently dragged her fingernails over his balls, eliciting another moan.
Then, suddenly, her lips were around him and he was sucked deep into her throat. Her hands gently cupped and rolled his balls as she began bobbing her head. He could feel the muscles of her throat working.
She’s done this a lot, Snape realized.
But then she was pulling back a little. Her tongue slipped into the space between his foreskin and his glans, and he saw stars. Snape couldn’t put together a coherent thought. He could only moan and writhe under her masterful tongue and lips . . .
“I want . . .” he panted at last. “Can I fuck you?”
Hellen let his aching cock slip from her lips. She grinned and straddled him again, this time rubbing her bare cunt over his cock. She was wetter than he’d expected. He hoped it was all her own juices, and not . . . That thought quickly left him as she grasped his cock and settled herself down on it.
Snape grit his teeth and hissed with pleasure at the hot, tight wetness surrounding him. When she began bucking her hips, riding him, bouncing on his cock and moaning, he stopped thinking entirely and gave himself over to the sensations. In very short order, he felt his balls tightening, signaling his impending release.
“I’m –” was all Snape could say before he exploded.
He shuddered as Hellen continued to ride him, milking him of every drop of come. She picked up the pace, her hips rocking back and forth, his spent cock still sliding in and out of her soaking cunt.
“Stop!” he whimpered. He tried to push her off, but she wouldn’t budge. She threw her head back and laughed as she kept riding him. His cock was in agony.
Snape clenched his jaw. His eyes watered. It was too much. Too sensitive. Merlin's balls! He struggled against her, wishing his wand wasn't hidden in his clothes. He needed it to stop. Every thrust of her hips sent his mind reeling. The fuck did she think she was doing?
After a few more minutes of torture, Hellen relented and shifted her position so that she was riding his face instead, grinding her clitoris against his overly long nose. Her hips rolled, pressing her harder against his face.
“Lick me,” she demanded, reaching down and grabbing his hair painfully.
Snape didn’t want to. He didn’t want to taste her. He hated the taste of his own seed, and he really didn’t want to know how many other samples she might have taken recently. He shuddered, but as he was unable to breathe properly, he had to do something. He flicked his tongue up, pressing into the folds of her wet cunt.
It was Hellen’s turn to shudder, and a loud moan escaped her lips. She was bucking harder, grinding harder. Snape gasped for breath and endeavored to keep working her with his tongue. If she came, this would all be over, and he could leave.
She gushed over his face, and her moans turned into a near scream as she climaxed, writhing against Snape. Then she collapsed and rolled off him.
Snape scowled. The wet, slightly sticky sensation on his face was irritating. He scrambled up and ducked into the loo to wash up. He could still taste her, and it was not a pleasant taste.
She had passed out on the bed when he had finished cleaning himself up. He got dressed quickly and left without a word. On the way out of the hotel, he stopped to harvest a bit of the nightshade. Then he walked briskly home, his mind surprisingly clear and his body surprisingly relaxed.
Maybe there was something to mingling with others after all.

Author's Note:
I haven't written fanfiction in over a decade. I apologise for any errors in spelling, grammar, or characterization. If you spot something terribly wrong, please let me know. Thank you for taking the time to read my story.
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