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Don't Lie to Me	By : Veresna Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 13611 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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CHAPTER ELEVEN: Is That a Potion in your Pocket, Or are you just Happy to see Me?
Compared to the rest of the week, Thursday went be incredibly well. Snape’s place at the table was empty at breakfast. Which meant that she could eat a hearty meal, undisturbed by the sight of Professor Snape voraciously sucking his sausages or licking the yolk off of his soft-boiled egg spoon. Then she set off for her very favorite class, Arithmancy. She aced a perfect score on the test (even without studying the night before, she noted with a fair amount of arrogance) and Professor Vector also proudly informed her that all of the students she was tutoring had done well in their respective examinations.
Even her late-morning class of Herbolatry went off fairly well. Sprout for once praising her for the nice job she done with trimming the leaves of Tumarlis Tree without once bringing up the subject of the dreaded over-fertilized Mandrakes as a counterpoint.
She even managed to have a good time at lunch. Snape was in attendance, and she was happy to note that he was looking as horrible as she had felt the day before.
***What’s the problem Professor? Couldn’t send your little psychic messages off to your favorite guinea pig last night? They end up bouncing back on you for once? ***
She even dared to keep looking at him until he glared back at her, the anger evident in his gleaming eyes. She forced a bright smile unto her face and dared to raise her glass of pumpkin juice up as if saluting him.
His frown intensified and his face became deathly pale. Then the ghastly remnant of a smile appeared on his face and he repeated the gesture towards her. Then he reached out with his long, slim fingers to pull a plump grape from out of the fruit bowl in fruit of him. As his strong jaws clamped down on the fruit, she felt a tug at her right nipple.
She laughed.
*** That must be a hell of a potion he’s made. And Dumbledore is sitting at the same table. Can’t say he doesn’t have guts. ***
She looked up as she heard the owls come flying through the room. Into her lap dropped a large, bulky package. She tore the wrapping paper off and was surprised to see a rather reasonably attractive book bag. With her HHH emblazoned on them in gold lettering. Oh, well, it was better than she had expected.
*****
That afternoon, after her Defense Against the Dark Arts Class (wherein, unfortunately, the professor made no mention of how to protect oneself against an ill-natured wizard with "size" issues), she headed back towards the hospital wing.
"You are looking one hundred and fifty percent better!" declared Madam Pomfrey.
"And I’m feeling two hundred percent better!" she laughed.
"Then do yourself a favor and take an afternoon off. Really. There’s not much to do and it’s so rare that we have such a nice warm day like this in the fall."
"Well, actually, I did have a favor to ask you," she began, hesitantly.
"What is it, dear?" The Mediwitch looked concerned again.
"I really would like to boost my performance in Potions this year. And I was hoping to approach Professor Snape with some kind of special project I could do. But, you know he’s not usually real enthusiastic about helping students do outside projects."
Pomfrey snorted. "Unless they’re Slytherins." She looked at Helena’s amused expression. "And you didn’t hear that."
"Hear what?"
Pomfrey rolled her eyes.
"Anyway, I would like to do a little research first and everything at the library is either way too simplistic or-"
"or in the restricted section." The Mediwitch nodded sympathetically. She took out her wand and waved it at her bookcase. As the door sprang open, she waved her hand and said, "Be my guest. But I’m going to go out and enjoy this sunshine."
***Oh, thank you. That will make it even easier. ***
As soon Madam Pomfrey bustled out the door, Helena was busy perusing the titles on the backs of the thick volumes. She took down the first six that looked promising, and lugged them over to the desk. There she flipped back to in the indexes and ran her finger down the columns, looking for any mention of Veritaserum or Lust Potions.
*****
That evening as her roommates lay snoring in their beds, she sat at her desk chair, watching the clouds drift by the half moon hanging in the sky. It had been a warm day, and the night was especially warm for this time of year. She had gone over nearly every book in Madam Pomfrey’s considerable library, and while she did not have a definite answer, she had come upon some intriguing clues. All she could do is wait for tomorrow to come.
She sighed and stretched, lazily starting to remove her clothes to prepare to get into bed. Her searched with her hand through the top drawer of her bureau, looking for her sheerest and coolest nightgown. And then she chuckled. She had the definite premonition that Snape was going to be quite unhappy about the little interruption in his schedule, and if he could he was going to make this dream even more intense that the others. Therefore, there was probably no point in putting on her nightgown. She’d only have to tear it off when she woke. She slipped out of her panties and slid between the sheets of her bed.
*****
It was an exceptionally warm day, more like a day in summer rather than in the fall she thought as she hurried through the grounds of the school on her way to the hospital wing. She’d somehow lost her watch somewhere, but she was sure that she was late to meet Madam Pomfrey.
She ran the last part of the way, her Hogwarts robe uncomfortably warm and aware of sweat dripping down her body underneath it. Only a few more feet to go.
She opened the door and looked in. The good Mediwitch was not at her desk. Perhaps she was in the infirmary itself.
"Madam Pomfrey!" she called out.
Not a sound. But maybe she’d better check out the sickroom herself, just to make sure. She walked over to the door and turned the knob. She walked in a few steps and then turned in surprise as she heard the door she had come through slam shut.
It was Snape. And he looked furious.
She looked back at the room. The two long walls of the room were filled with rows of hospital beds.
***Alone. With Snape. And a room full of beds. Gee, wonder what you have in mind, Professor? ***
"Looking for someone, Miss Harrison?"
"For Madam Pomfrey, of course."
"Oh, any special reason?" His eyebrows were raised quite high as he sauntered towards her. "Do you need to be cured of something?"
"Oh, I have the definite feeling only one person is capable of curing me at the moment"
"Really?" He sounded lazily uninterested.
"Yes. It’s rather like an itch that has to be scratched. But only one person seems to know exactly where the spot is."
He walked past her and over to the first bed on the left. To the side of the bed was a small white table. And on the table was a large glass of iced pumpkin juice, water condensing on its side as it stood in the stuffy, humid room.
Snape reached down for it and raised it to his lips with his right hand. He put back his head and closed his eyes, swallowing deeply.
As he drank it, she again felt how hot and sticky she was, and her throat was suddenly burning and dry. She couldn’t help but run her tongue over her suddenly parched lips.
Snape put the glass back down on the table. "You look rather warm, Miss Harrison," he observed.
He, of course, was dressed in his usual layer upon layer of black and showed not the slightest hint of perspiration.
"It is unseasonably hot today, isn’t it?"
She nodded.
"You have my permission to remove your robe if you like," he added nonchalantly.
She moved her fingers to start undoing the buttons on her robe. As she threw the robe off, she looked down and saw that she was scantily clad in a pair of short, high cut jean shorts and halter top made out of a light, jersey material. The sweat that was pouring down her had already soaked the top, and her nipples were standing out in outline against the wet fabric.
"Is that better?" he inquired.
"A little." She admitted.
He raised the glass to his lips again and drank deeply. As he swallowed he looked at her and smiled. He held the glass out towards her. "Want some?"
She moved towards him and put out her hand. He shook his head and withdrew the glass. She could drink, but only if he held the glass.
She moved close to him and opened her mouth. He tipped the glass back and the liquid flowed over the edge and into her mouth. She kept her eyes wide open and stared at him as she swallowed. He had kept one ice cube in his mouth and his was rolling it slowly with his tongue, the ice shimmering as she watched it glide just inside his lips. Suddenly, he made a quick movement with his hand and a large amount of the pumpkin juice spilled out over the edge, and she gasped as the freezing liquid ran down her front.
"How clumsy of you, Miss Harrison," he noted.
She continued to stare up at him.
"You’d better clean that up," he advised.
Without taking her eyes off of him, she raised her arms to her back and undid the tie that was holding the bottom of the halter top closed. As she loosened and released the knot, the fabric sagged and fell forward, barely covering her nipples. Then she raised her hands to her neck and undid that tie to, allowing the whole top to fall to the ground.
He smiled faintly and she heard a low crunching sound as he mashed the ice cube to pieces with his back teeth. He leaned forward and began to lick the pumpkin juice off of her bare skin, his mouth and tongue cool from their contact with the ice cube. She gasped at the feel of it against her skin.
He let his tongue travel over her lazily, lapping at the juice. Coming near but not quite touching her nipples as he moved his head back and forth. Suddenly he pushed away from her and sat down on the low bed. He spread his legs wide open.
"You’d better help me, Miss Harrison. Don’t want to miss a spot now, do we?"
He grabbed unto the side of the bed with his hands and opened his mouth expectantly.
She moved forward to him until she stood right in front of him, between his legs. She used her hand to help raise her heavy breast up to where his mouth was and placed her right nipple into his waiting aperture. He sucked hard and long, his mouth still a strange combination of warmth and coolness. She placed her hands on his shoulders and tilted back wards, closing her eyes and massaging his shoulders as he sucked.
Then she felt a shocking icy tingle on her left nipple and looked down to see him holding an ice cube against it. She gasped and he moved it slightly around. She tried to move away, but his mouth was biting down painfully upon her right breast. She dug her fingers into his shoulders, but how much pain she could inflict upon him through the heavy layers of clothing he wore was debatable. She moved her hand up to his hand and raked her fingernails across his face.
He released his hold for a moment, but reached out to grab her near again. This time his mouth closed about her left nipple and he raised the ice cube to her right breast, the nipple swollen and red from his sucking. She allowed the sensation to continue for a few moments and then she pushed away.
This time he let her tit slip out of his mouth but his hands reached down to undo the zipper of her shorts. He pulled them down impatiently, and she wore no panties underneath. He plunged his fingers into her and blew softly against her breasts. She moaned and stepped out of the shorts and he reached down to cup his hands under her buttocks and lifted her up unto the bed. She spread her legs and wrapped them around him. He nudged her up so that he could easily suck on her nipples again while he held his fingers out in front of his crotch and she began to thrust up and down, letting his fingers fuck her.
Then he moved his fingers out of her and moved to lie down on the bed so that his head was on the pillow. She straddled over him and her fingers struggled frantically to release his erection from the tight fabric of his pants. His long, thick cock leapt out and she moved forward to rub the tip of it against her eager and slick cunt. He reached up with his hand to hold it steady and she prepared to sit down on it, her own hazel eyes locked into his black ones.
And then she was awake again. The morning sunlight was filtering through the room and her hands were already working upon her swollen and sensitive clit. She smiled slightly as she stroked. He better damn well at least penetrate her today after all this waiting.
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