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Quaffle and Chain	By : CelesWarren Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 4446 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters, J.K. Rowling does. I do own Celes though! I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter 12. Good Job

3 Weeks had passed since Celes began living at 4962 Spinners End, and Snape’s mood still seemed darkly morose. He spent the majority of his time locked in his study working on potions or reading, and only emerged for meals, restroom breaks, or sleep. She found that she didn’t so much mind the alone time it left her with, because she was granted with almost unlimited freedom as far as the house went.

He told her quite bluntly one afternoon that she could paint the whole bloody place in pink and white polka dots for all he cared as long as she didn’t bother him in his study, and while she didn’t go quite that far, the house still looked completely different than it had when she first arrived.

She’d cleaned every inch of the house, repaired all the cracks and damage, repainted the rooms in different but complementary shades of neutral colors, and transfigured the old ratty furniture into plush, comfortable couches and chairs and lovely wooden accent furniture and tables.

The once dimly lit, neglected house had been completely transformed in 3 weeks time into a cozy little home that Celes found herself immensely proud of.

Snape would occasionally look around at her work and nod curtly before returning to his sanctuary, but he never really voiced much of an opinion and Celes was left wondering how he really felt about all her hard work. It wasn’t that she really needed praise, she just found herself desiring more than a nod. She’d never really received any praise from him in her years at Hogwarts, and as she watched his Study door intently she began to wonder how it would feel to be told by Professor Severus Snape that you’d done a good job.

Her lips twisted into a sly little smile as a darker thought popped into her head, a thought centered on praise from a certain Professor for a different sort of ‘good job’.

Their required weekly consummations had gotten more and more enjoyable since the first time they’d been together, and while it was true that he’d relaxed and become more comfortable with the act itself, their sexual encounters were still pretty tame and straightforward.

She’d yet to make too much of a move on him for fear of rejection as he still seemed a little depressed since leaving Hogwarts, but in her limited experience of men she knew that this particular act she was contemplating could go a long way towards pulling him out of that depression.

And how amusing it would be to have control, and watch his usually stony expression melt away by her hand….er….tongue.

She chuckled and knocked on the Study door, within a second she heard his annoyed growl of ‘Enter’ and so she happily complied.

He was seated in an old threadbare armchair that had been pushed into a corner of the room, surrounded by ceiling high walls of books. The Daily Prophet lay limply in his hands as he watched her enter with an expression of curiosity and annoyance.

She didn’t regard him at first, and let her eyes wander around the foreign room. It felt like a prison cell comprised of bookshelves and a bubbling cauldron, this was where he felt most comfortable?

She finally turned to face him and began to walk closer, a devious smile still firmly planted on her lips as she took the paper from his hands and laid it on the rickety table beside his chair.

Her eyes had gone darker than usual and he could tell quite clearly what her intentions were in bothering him,

“Celes, as you can see I’m occupied at the moment. Now is not the ti—“

Her hand over his mouth cut off the rest of his chiding. He raised an eyebrow and didn’t look very happy, which made her all the more amused,

“That’s enough lectures for the day Professor. Now you just keep quiet or I’ll start taking house points…”

She emphasized the words ‘house points’ by undoing the buttons on his robes with her other hand and moving them out of the way.

He sighed in defeat and kept quiet, but never allowed his gaze to leave her. He had no idea what she was planning, but she seemed very determined so he didn’t think it wise to waste the energy arguing with her. Honestly with how stubborn the woman was it was a wonder she wasn’t sorted into Gryffindor!

Her hand left his mouth and was quickly replaced by her lips as she moved to sit on his lap, straddling him with her thighs comfortably. Arms snaked around his neck pulling him in to deepen the kiss, a groan escaping his mouth as he felt her lower body rub against his own. She took advantage and slipped her lithe tongue inside, dancing with his own and successfully making him relax under her.

She could feel the sign of his arousal begin to press against her thigh, and decided the time was right to try what she’d planned on trying.

His eyes were slightly lidded and glazed as he watched her slide from his lap to the floor between his legs. She wiggled a little to find a comfortable spot for her knees to rest before bringing her hands to his belt buckle.

A look of understanding dawned on his features and he moved his hand to stop her, he wasn’t quite comfortable allowing her to perform an act he’d read about but turned the page on in disgust. For one thing it had nothing to do with furthering the wizard population, and for another he felt that it was highly unsanitary and strange.

She grasped his wrist before he could push her hands away and placed it back on the chair arm, a look of mock disapproval on her face,

“That’s 20 points from Slytherin Professor, and if you don’t calm down and keep your hands to yourself I’ll throw in a detention.”

She winked suggestively before returning to the task of undoing his pants, and sliding them and his briefs down enough for his erection to come free. For the first time he looked away from her and focused his gaze on the cauldron, a touch a color spreading over his face as he did so.

She grasped him lightly in her hand and ran her tongue over the tip, tasting the saltiness of his precum and making him involuntarily jump a little at the sensation. His body was tense and she could tell that while still highly aroused, he was quite uncomfortable with the situation.

She continued to run her tongue up and down his length, stopping at the head after each stroke to apply suction before repeating the process. She watched his face as she continued, it was obvious that he was fighting hard not to make any sounds, but his expression was starting to become relaxed from her efforts.

Taking his silence as a challenge, she took as much of him as she could into her mouth and began applying a much deeper suction. This mixed with the occasional swirl of her tongue, and a pumping of her soft hand on the base of his member finally caused him to let out a husky moan.

Finally getting the praise she’d set out for seemed to spur her on, she continued in a quickened pace determined to send him over the edge and possibly extract more deliciously sexy sounds from his lips.

He fought hard to keep his hands gripping the chair arms and not her golden-blonde mane, the sensations she was causing made him want to grab hold of her and take control. He could feel the climax building up inside of him, fighting for release. As he got closer and closer his eyes shifted from the cauldron to land on the beautiful creature bobbing her head between his legs, and all control was lost at the sight of her. A deep, animalistic groan left his throat as his orgasm took hold, his seed spurting into her warm cavern.

She continued her efforts until his shuddering came to an end, swallowing the warm, salty release as quickly as she could without thinking about it too much. He didn’t taste bad, but the texture was difficult to enjoy so she found it easier to move that particular part of oral sex along quicker.

He struggled to get his breathing under control and placed his member back within its confines, then helped her to her feet and gazed into those familiar grey-blues. She was smiling triumphantly at him, her cheeks flushing a lovely pink.

He was about to drag her away upstairs to replace that look of triumph with one of sated, orgasmic bliss when the familiar drawl of Lucius Malfoy met his ears.

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He frowned and kissed her forehead lightly before releasing her wrist and making his way to the sitting room. The familiar face of his longtime friend greeted him in an uproar of green flames as he used his wand to right his robes, the frown deepening to a scowl at being interrupted.

“Lucius….to what do I owe the honor?”

His words were cordial, but his tone was anything but.

Lucius didn’t seem to pay his frustration any mind though, and kept right on as if oblivious to his friend being occupied with something else.

“Severus, I need your assistance in a personal matter at once!”

And without waiting for a reply he flooed strait into Snape’s sitting room, and began dusting off the soot.

I hope everyone enjoyed the chapter, I felt like the sex scene was a little rushed through but I always get a little nervous about writing those. Anyway Lucius is here! He's going to be introducing details on a spinoff story from Quaffle and Chain featuring a certain blonde haired Slytherin and a new OC but that's all the details I'm giving! Thanks for the reviews!

And also heres a link to what I had in mind when describing Celes' wedding gown, I created it with a dollmaker from Rinmaru games. http://imageshack.us/photo/my-images/27/celesw.jpg/
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