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Chapter 11: Permission

Snape headed through the halls of Hogwarts to the headmasters office, his head down looking at his shoes as he walked. He had had enough of thinking about Isabelle. All his thoughts about her were wrong, sick, disgusting. 'Wrong, sick, disgusting Severus. That is what you are!' The voice in his head told him. 'I can't help it!' Severus hissed back. 'She is here now and I can't get rid of her!'

Isabelle was always on his mind, continuously. All he seemed to want was to be with her. Wherever he was, she was on his mind, in the bed, in the shower, in class, at dinner everywhere! He just wanted to stop it - but first he needed to talk to Dumbledore about it. He had a plan and wanted to see if it would fall through. Snape walked up the spiral staircase, listening to his heals click on the stone steps as he thought of what to say to the Headmaster. He knocked on the door of the head masters office.

"Come in Severus," Dumbledore said. Snape pushed open the door and walked into the office. He closed the door behind him and walked over to a chair in front Dumbledore's desk. "What is it that brings you here Severus?"

"Albus there is something I need to talk to you about." Severus sat down on the chair hastily and crossed his arms.

"I had sensed that Severus, if it was not something to talk about then why would you be here?" Dumbledore chuckled. "Is it to do with Thomas?"

"No," Snape shook his head. Voldemort was the last thing on his mind now.

"Then please do tell me Severus. The suspense is killing me." Dumbledore looked over the top edge of his half moon glasses.

"Yes, yes." Snape moved around in the slightly uncomfortable chair. "There is this girl. This girl is continuously everywhere. In the classroom, outside, on my mind. Everywhere and quite frankly Albus its bullocking me right off," Snape hissed. What he had said was true but it wasn't that much a bother as he had made it out to be. Of course, Isabelle's open and random attitude is quite annoying but he found comfort in it some how.

"Who is the girl may I ask?"

"Isabelle Levine," Snape replied.

"Yes and what is there about Isabelle?" Dumbledore asked, knowing where this was leading.

"Everything. She is… amazing but also extremely annoying. She's always on my mind Albus and I can not get her out!" Snape growled angrily. "Like I said before."

"What do you want me to do about it Severus?" Dumbledore asked curiously. "I do not think that this would be a ground for expulsion." Dumbledore let out a little chuckle.

"I do not know Albus." Snape frowned. Albus looked at the dark haired man. "A part of me wants to be with the girl, the other wants to see her gone forever. But I cannot do that to her. The part of me that wants her is continues the part that doesn't only comes around when she annoys me."

"Severus you do understand what you are talking about here do you not?" Dumbledore said calmly.

"Yes I do understand." Snape nodded. "I would not be here if I didn't know what I was on about Albus."

"Severus this is extraordinarily difficult to think about. I have never once encountered this problem before."

"I am sorry Albus. I do not know what to do myself. That is partly why I came here to talk to you." Severus thought a little more. 'Am I really doing this? Is Isabelle - I mean do I like - love her as much as I think I do?'

"Alright. Let me ask you something Severus." Dumbledore leaned forward and rested his arms on his desk. "Tell me would you risk your job for her?" Snape sat silently for a few moments.

Do I really want to risk my job for her? I think I love her - oh no I don't. Severus Snape loves no one, no one but a student that I've had known for a little over about 6 months. I suppose I would, I know that she likes me, loves me as she put it. And she does look so up set since I told her that we were wrong, I might say I do.

"I guess so Albus," Snape nodded. "I would risk my job to be with her." Dumbledore sighed.

"Severus, are you sure about what you are doing here?" Dumbledore asked with grave concern where their relationship might lead.

"Yes, Albus I am." Snape nodded once again. His heart pounded against his chest. He couldn't afford to lose his job and Dumbledore couldn't afford to lose him as a spy.

"Very well. If you are sure you feel that strongly about her then I can do nothing but let you be with her," Dumbledore sighed. Snape was taken aback.

"Sorry Albus did I just hear you say I can be with her?" Snape questioned disbelievingly.

"Yes, Severus I did," Dumbledore nodded. "But you must assure me that no one can ever find out about you and a student."

"No I will be very discreet Albus." Snape stood up.

"Good. How do you know if Miss Levine has the same feelings for you? What if she does not?"

"I know Albus. If she didn't then I would forget all about this." Snape walked over to the door. "Thank you Albus." Snape walked out of Dumbledore's office and headed to his own. He was highly relieved. The beating of his heart had calmed down as soon as he rose off the chair he was sitting on. Now all he had to do was talk to Isabelle. Now how was he going to do that? 'You are unbelievable, Severus. What if you get caught? You might as well die if you do this!' The voice scolded.

'At least if I do this I'll die of a good cause wont I?' Snape grinned knowing that his other voice had no control over him any more. Not like it had before. Right now, all he could care about was finding a way to talk to Isabelle that wouldn't seem so odd. He knew she wanted him, it was extremely obvious. How could anyone not know?

Snape walked over to his office door and put his hand to the doorknob. He slowly turned it to find that it was open. Snape felt a sting rush through his body. It couldn't be what he thought it would be. He pushed the door open and looked in. There at his desk he saw Isabelle sitting in his chair with her feet up on the desk. It wasn't. "What are you doing in here?" Snape growled. Isabelle looked up.

"I don't know really. I just wanted to come here and maybe have a little chat. The door was open so I let myself in." Isabelle took her feet off his desk. Snape thought that this must have been perfect timing. He closed the door and walked over to her.

"What is it that you want to chat about Miss Levine?" Snape asked. Isabelle stood up and walked up to him.

"How about you?" Isabelle grinned. Snape raised an eyebrow.

"What about me?"

"I want to talk about you. I want you." Isabelle smirked. Snape took a step back.

"Why is it that you 'want' me Miss Levine?" Snape took off his cloak finding that it was getting a little warm.

"Because I do. I know that you said before, when we kissed that it couldn't be or what ever. But I think it can. So what if you're my professor? In a few months time I'm out of here and no one has to know," Isabelle said. Snape admired Isabelle's persistence.

"I do not think you fully understand what could happen." Snape walked towards her once again.

"I may not, but I know what I want." Isabelle raised her hand and pointed it to Snape's hard chest. "You." Snape paused and stared at her for a moment. Why was he trying to make her change her mind? He wanted this just as much as she did. Well, he thought so. What was he doing? Snape grabbed Isabelle's head and forced a long kiss on to her lips. Isabelle's eyes shot open at how forceful he was after he had been refusing to be with her.

Snape felt electric, like he had just been electrocuted by a muggle appliance. A rush of charges ran through his body, it almost hurt him but he couldn't pull away from her. Isabelle felt nothing but tingles. She didn't exactly feel the same way that he did with the kiss but she felt good. A few minutes later when the rush had calmed down Snape softly pushed Isabelle away from him. "See it wasn't too bad," Isabelle smiled.

"No, I guess it wasn't," Snape looked down slightly. Isabelle looked at him.

"Professor? Is there something wrong?" Isabelle asked curiously. Snape looked up and shook his head.

"Not at all, it's the total opposite."

"Good." Isabelle reached out, took a part of Snape’s vest into her hand, and pulled him towards the door that led to his bedroom. "Why have you changed your mind all of a sudden?" Isabelle opened the door and walked in to the room. She looked around at the décor - everything was black and emerald green.

"I think you may be able to answer that question yourself." Snape closed the door behind him and slowly began to unbutton his shirt.

"Let me." Isabelle moved his hands away and began to unbutton his shirt. Snape looked down at the beautiful girl. "Yes I may be able to answer that question myself but I would like to hear it come from your lips." Isabelle pulled open Snape's shirt and looked at his chest. She marveled at the muscles that were revealed on this man who under all the clothes he wore looked like he had nothing but flat flab.

"I would not know what is so different about you. My simple answer would be everything." Snape took in a breath as Isabelle ran a cool hand over his chest. "You care about nothing but the things you like, love and want. You aren't afraid to be yourself and you aren't afraid of anything intimidating, like me."

"That sounds good." Isabelle pushed herself up and began to kiss Snape once again. Her hands trailed down to the buttons on his pants and one by one, they were undone. She grabbed the jip and pulled it down making his pants fall down to around his ankles.

Snape slowly pushed Isabelle towards the bed. He felt her stop as her legs hit the side of the bed. He pushed her down and looked over her. Her skirt had rose above her thighs, he swore that he could see that she was not wearing anything underneath. He bent down, pulled off the last of his pants, and crawled onto the bed.

Isabelle watched as the man of her dreams crawled on top of her. Luckily enough she wasn't wearing as much clothes as he was. All she had on was he skirt, shoes, socks, shirt and bra. Leaving out the knickers for a good cause. Thinking if she wasn't going to get anything from Snape after her flirting that she didn't have to do, she would have gone off to someone else. But with who?

Snape took the buttons of Isabelle's shirt and pulled them open, not caring if they popped off. Isabelle took his head into her hands and pulled him down. Their lips touched and tongues entwined with each other. Snape pulled off Isabelle's shirt and moved his hands up to the two mounds that were rather large for a girl her size and hidden under her lacy black bra.

Snape unhooked her bra with one hand and pulled it off her, leaving her chest bare. He bent and captured one hardened nipple in his mouth, taking his other hand and fondling the other gently. Isabelle gasped in pleasure, grabbing at his spare hand. Snape simply let his tongue brush over her nipple before sucking the whole thing into his mouth, biting gently enough to make her moan.

Isabelle let him take control, moving his mouth to the other nipple to play with that one as he had the first. She couldn't believe how good it felt to have him do something that had never had an effect on her before. His rough hands caressed and fondled her in a way she had never felt before. His hands began to roam, his mouth moved back to kiss her neck as he moved his hands down to her thigh.

Snape moved his hand up her smooth silky creamy thigh moving closer towards the area he had been waiting to get to for months. Isabelle took in a deep breath feeling the moistness in her folds build up as his fingers neared her. His fingers gently touched her swollen folds. Isabelle moved her hips so that they were trying to reach his hand, desperate for contact. Isabelle gasped as he traced a finger around her hole.

"Tell me what you want me to do." Snape slowly slid one finger into her warm moist hole as he watched her close her eyes and breathe deeply.

"Everything," Isabelle whispered, wanting more. Snape slowly entered in another finger, feeling her hole getting tighter. She was quite tight for a girl that had a bit of a reputation of sleeping with a couple of boys while she was here at Hogwarts. Isabelle grabbed at Snape's bare arm her nails digging into his flesh, not drawing any blood now.

Snape began to move his fingers in and out slowly, feeling the grip on his left arm get tighter. He moved a little quicker, hearing Isabelle's moans of pleasure escape from her mouth. Her body was lit up with an unquenchable thirst for him.

Snape kissed her jaw and letting his thumb graze over her clit. Isabelle bucked against his hand and cried out as he pinched her clit gently between his thumb and forefinger. Her hips rubbed back against his hand. Isabelle let out a constricted moan of ecstasy. He continued to rub her up and down, watch her facial expressions, finding it pleasurable for him to watch.

Her breathing was heavy and thick as she regained her breath, her eyes closed, her mouth open. Severus slowly pulled out his wet fingers, making Isabelle shiver slightly. Isabelle opened her eyes and looked up at the potions master who had moved up. "That that was - I don't really think I can explain it." Severus looked at her with a look of eagerness. The hardness in between his legs straining against Isabelle's thighs.

Isabelle snaked her hands around Severus' neck and entwined them together. "Come on," Isabelle smirked. "Give me what I want." Isabelle raised her knees so that one knee was on each side of him. Severus smirked and placed himself by her tight entrance. Isabelle pulled down Severus' head and began to kiss him heatedly as he began to slightly slide in.

Severus felt that he could not last to long, her warm tight hole tightening around the tip of his erection. He groaned trusting himself into her fast, his whole length disappearing inside of his student. Isabelle let out a rasped scream as her insides clenched to Severus' hard erection. Watching her reactions as his body movements began to drive him crazy.

"Are you sure?" Severus asked in a low husky whisper.

"About what?" Isabelle wondered. There was a slight pause. "About what we're doing?"

"Yes," Severus nodded. Isabelle smiled

"I'm sure about everything. I never change my mind or go back on my word. Just as long as you don't do what you guys usually do."

"And what may that be?" Severus groaned, feeling himself throbbing inside of her waiting to thrust madly.

"Leave me after or just use me as sex when and where ever you like." Isabelle murmured, "Although the last bit wouldn't really bother me, but I'd like a relationship to go with it." Severus nodded and then began to thrust. Isabelle moved her hands to Severus' back.

Isabelle was incredibly tight, being inside her heat was driving him insane and he needed to pound into her hard. Isabelle hooked her legs around him and moving her hips to meet his thrusts as he went deeper, faster and harder into her, making her groan. She clenched herself around him, making him throw back his head in a long, throaty groan.

Isabelle felt so good underneath him. He continued to thrust into her harder and harder as he began to feel his climax. He decided to move one hand down and rub her clit as he trusted, waiting for both of them to climax together. With the contact, Isabelle moaned and came with a shudder, her orgasm taking out every ounce of energy from her body. Isabelle walls pulsed and tightened around his hard cock, making him cum.

He emptied his load into her, groaning from their shared orgasm. He finally stopped his slowing thrusts inside of her, collapsing down beside Isabelle. Isabelle lay there panting heavily, face flustered. Isabelle turned on her side and watched as Severus lay there trying to catch his breath. "So what now?" Severus turned his head and looked at her.

"What do you mean?"

"Do you want me to leave now?" Isabelle asked softly, not wanting to leave.

"No," Severus slowly shook his head. "Strangely that is the last thing I want." Severus raised his hand and brought it to Isabelle's shoulder. "I don't know what is wrong with me," Isabelle smiled.

"It's me that's wrong with you. I have that effect on people," Isabelle chuckled.

"I guess you are right," Severus agreed. Isabelle leaned in closer and planted a kiss on Severus' lips.

"This is what I wanted for a long while," Isabelle whispered.

"As have I."

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Isabelle turned in the bed. It was later that night and she thought it would be best to go back to her room before Harry, Ron and Hermione became suspicious. Especially Hermione. Isabelle hated talking to Hermione after her detentions or anything she had to do with Snape.

Isabelle turned her head and looked at Snape. She felt great. So much better then she had been over the past couple of months. Everything that had happen felt so nice, so right. She sat up to leave trying not to wake the Potions Master up. But it didn't work. She felt a hand grab her wrist.

"Where are you going?" Snape asked.

"I thought it would be better to go back to my room now. Hermione will start asking questions."

"Very well." Snape removed his grip from her arm. "You mustn't tell anyone about us."

"I won't," Isabelle assured as she stood up.

"Good." Snape turned around so that he was facing away from her. He thought about her leaving him. He didn't want her to. He felt confused but content. He hoped that nothing would go wrong with them. Isabelle picked up all of her clothes and began to put them all on. She crawled over the bed to Snape.

"I'll see you around." Isabelle bent her over and kissed Snape softly.

"Yes. See you around," Snape mumbled. Isabelle hopped off the bed and walked into the office. She picked up her book bag with a great air of happiness and left the office closing the door behind her softly. Isabelle felt that she wanted to walk back into Snape's office and crawl into his bed. She didn't want to leave but had to if she didn't want to arouse problems.

Isabelle walked through the hallways trying not to be caught by Filch or Miss Norris. She walked up to the Gryffindor common room and stood at the painting of the fat lady.

"Why are you so late my dear?" The fat lady asked.

"I had detention," Isabelle lied.

"What have you done now?" The fat lady chuckled.

"The same as usual," Isabelle smiled.

"Oh well. You're just a cheeky little girl aren't you?"

"I am, I must admit," Isabelle agreed.

"Password please?"

"Butter cup," Isabelle whispered.

"Correct. In you go." The fat lady portrait opened up. Isabelle enjoyed having a word with her, finding the woman to be quite funny and lively for a portrait. Isabelle walked into the common room and saw Harry sitting on a couch by the fire.

"Harry?" Isabelle called.

"Yeah?" Harry looked up at Isabelle.

"Why are you up?" Isabelle asked.

"Well I was waiting for you," Harry replied.

"Why? I'm ok I don't need anyone to wait up for me," Isabelle chuckled as she walked over to him and sat down.

"Yeah I know, I just wanted to that's all."

"Cool," Isabelle smiled. Harry noticed that Isabelle was much more cheerful then usual.

"Why are you so happy?" Harry asked.

"Um, I messed up Snape's office and made him really pissed."

"Good on you. Not even I would do something like that."

"Oh well. I guess I have no respect for someone like him," Isabelle lied.

"I guess not." Harry looked at Isabelle.

"So how are you and Amanda?" Isabelle wondered. She hadn't really seen them around much.

"We're fine. We're both got a lot of work going on."

"Yeah, school work sucks."

"Sure does. How about you. Caught yourself a dashing stud?" Harry grinned.

"Oh, no." Isabelle shook her head. "Not really looking."

"You have plenty of time. You don't need to worry about it."

"Yep, you're right there. I rather my schooling to a relationship." Isabelle tried to sound smart, and she had snatched up a stud at least she hoped so. "Anyway Harry I'm off to bed." Isabelle leaned over and kissed Harry's cheek. "I'll see you in the morning."

"Yeah sure." Harry stood up after Isabelle had. They both went their separate ways up to their dorm rooms. Isabelle walked into her room to see Hermione sleeping. Isabelle grabbed some pajamas and quickly changed into them.

******

Isabelle paced the common room waiting for Ron and Harry to come down. Hermione was sitting at the table finishing a little bit of work off for transfiguration.

"I'm hungry," Isabelle whined.

"I can understand that you're just like Harry sometimes and now you’re just like Ron." Hermione closed her book.

"Yeah thanks for that." Isabelle retorted. Harry and Ron finally came down the steps. "Come on you two. You really took your time. What the hell were you two doing?" Isabelle walked out of the common room, her stomach rumbling from her lack of eating lately.

"Getting changed was what we were doing," Ron replied.

"Who cares? I need to eat something." Isabelle walked in front of the trio. Isabelle turned a corner sharply and hit something hard. "Oh."

"Watch where you're going mudblood!" the familiar annoying voice spat.

"Why don't you Malfoy? You don't have to be so testy!"

"Excuse me?"

"Leave her alone Malfoy!" Harry cut in.

"Oh look Potty comes in to help the slut. How does Amanda feel about you two?" Draco grinned.

"Shut it Malfoy!" Harry growled.

"Harry, don't." Isabelle whispered. "Stop being so jealous Malfoy. Just because you can't fuck us muggle borns. If you want to maybe you should consider changing your attitude then, just then you might get some," Isabelle smirked. Everyone was taken aback. Hermione gasped at the use of Isabelle's language. Draco didn't really know what to say. "Speechless Malfoy? Well that's a first." Isabelle walked past him pushing him as she walked.

"Slag," Draco muttered.

"Shut it Malfoy. Your time has past." Harry followed Isabelle. Hermione and Ron followed.

Isabelle walked into the great hall and saw Snape sitting at the head table. Snape looked at her but showed no emotion. Isabelle smiled and then walked over to the Gryffindor table. She grabbed some fruit and began to eat.

Harry came in and sat down next to her. Hermione and Ron sat opposite them. Harry looked at her and broke out into laughter. Isabelle looked at him oddly.

"I've never seen Malfoy look like that since Mione hit him in the face," Harry kept laughing.

"Oh I wish I was you Mione - I would have loved to do that." Isabelle looked at Hermione.

"So would just about everyone," Ron added.

"You did well there. Although I thought the language was highly disgusting," Hermione stated.

"Thanks Mione. But the way I speak is the only way to get though to lowlifes like him." Isabelle looked up and saw Draco sitting at the Slytherin table staring at her. Isabelle raised her hand and waved then quickly flashed her middle finger. Draco's face grew a disgusting grimace.

"Snape doesn't look angry," Harry murmured. Isabelle looked up at Snape.

"I guess not," Isabelle grinned. I hope he isn't.

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