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Chapter 13: A Quickie in the Closet
Snape was already at his desk when the students began to file into the classroom on Monday afternoon. Ang and Des had walked in with their hands, as was usual lately, all over each other. They abruptly pulled apart when they realized that their professor’s angry glare had turned upon them. His fierce expression likewise managed to squelch the other student’s chatter and laughter.
To Snape’s amusement, Thurston dared to glare back at him as he passed by the desk. He could tell by the look in the young man’s eyes that the emotion was pure anger, meaning that he had probably swallowed Helena’s story about him punishing her for daring to date a student in his own house. The absolute lack of jealousy in his expression meant that he hadn’t the slightest suspicion just which Slytherin’s bed she was gracing with her presence.
As for Helena, he noted that she was rather pale and tired-looking today. But, on the other hand, was it his imagination, or had her looks changed slightly during the past two weeks? There was something slightly more womanish than girlish in both her face and carriage now. She had always been pretty, but perhaps she might yet blossom into beautiful, he thought. Her hair was once again down around her shoulders, and he thoroughly approved of the new style.
Helena sat herself at the table and nodded to Lewis that they should use his cauldron this time, placing hers underneath the desk. She felt Snape’s eyes drift upon her, but kept her eyes focused down on the book bag sitting in front of her.
The rest of her week after her meeting with Lewis by the lake had been awful. She had still held out a faint hope of hearing good news from the staff meeting. But by the end of Thursday afternoon, she had found herself completely and hopelessly depressed. During her regular Arithmancy class, Professor Vector had again not said a word to her about the meeting, the university or the Mediwitch program. And she had spent two hours with Madam Pomfrey in the afternoon, helping her prepare bandages and aliquot medicines. But, despite her assurances the week before that she thought good news would be coming soon, the Mediwitch also failed to make any mention of what had happened.
Friday’s classes had passed by in agonizing slowness, and her mood was not helped by the fact that, as she had predicted, Ang’s bed remained pristinely undisturbed on Friday night. As Kathleen snored away in her bed, Helena fidgeted angrily in hers. It really wasn’t fair for Severus to demand that they limit their meetings to once a week, especially since he also declared that she couldn’t find release with another man, she thought. For a brief moment, she had thought of defying him and going down the stairs to surprise Lewis who was, no doubt, sleeping on the couch again. But, she held to her determination not to do anything that would endanger her friend.
Saturday, the big event was the Slytherin/Hufflepuff Quidditch match, which the Slytherin’s won handily, if rather dirtily. Since the actual sport did not hold any special interest, it was a particularly unfulfilling way to spend the afternoon. She had purposely sat beside Ang to keep from sitting next to Lewis. Of course, Ang and Des were practically making out on the stands, oblivious to everything else.
And Lewis had spent most of the game sitting next to Kathleen. Helena had noticed, much to her displeasure, that they really did seem to be getting along quite well.
*** Oh, thought you were really the femme fatale, did you? Doesn’t seem as though he’s planning on throwing himself off the Astronomy tower just because you told him you’re seeing someone else. ***
On top of which, the Ravenclaw stand was across the field from the Slytherin section, and Severus kept smiling at her as she sat sulking away, knowing full well that the actions of both her roommates were making her quite uncomfortable and irritated.
Actually, the highlight of the past week had been this morning, with the arrival of another letter from her American cousin Luke. Besides his usual chatty letter, there was a nice little packet of money. For, he assured her, she had indeed beaten him in her bet. Not only had he and Maribeth not consummated their relationship, but they had also broken up right after he sent his previous letter. He graciously complimented her on her achievement, and went on to write a funny, gossipy five-page letter detailing how he had dealt with his defeat and disappointment by bedeviling each and everyone of his teachers. Unfortunately, he had ended his letter with a reference to the fact that he had received notice from three colleges that they were offering him scholarships, once again rubbing in the fact to Helena that her own educational dreams had stalled miserably.
She tried not to look at Severus, for she was sure he knew only too well how desperately her body was aching for him. Although she wanted him to help her perfect her Animagus transfiguration, she was also hopeful that his instruction this evening would not end there. Surely, after their meeting in the Forbidden Forest tonight he would take her back to his office, maybe even his room, wouldn’t he?
*** Not that I’m really that picky. Hell, he can hump me up against a tree in the Forest if he wants to. ***
Of course, she thought, as the bell rang, signaling the beginning of the class period, first I have to see what games he’s planning on playing with me right now. And the thought brought a small smile back to her face. It was always interesting to see how they would try to unnerve each other right under the noses of her oblivious classmates.
Snape stood up and looked out upon the sea of faces in front of him, his usual grin of pure maliciousness already spreading across his face.
"Take out a piece of parchment, please," he announced, in his silkiest tone.
A few muffled groans could be heard as the whisper of paper being removed from book bags filled the room.
"Now, I am sure that all of you have been faithfully reading a chapter a week in the supplementary textbook for this class."
More groans. Snape had stipulated in the first class of the year that he expected them to read the additional text on their own, in addition to their class work and other assigned papers and projects. He had, of course, made no other reference to it until now.
He smiled. "So, I am certain the following quiz will be quite easy for you all." He turned and waved his wand at the blackboard, and twenty questions appeared upon it. "Our potion today is quite simple, actually," he continued, "so you may take up to an hour and a half to complete this little test. Begin."
Helena glanced up at the questions and smiled. She had actually been very bored on Saturday night. Ang and Des had snuck out together somewhere and Kathleen and Lewis had been playing a game of exploding Snap in the Common Room. Having finished her other homework, and not being in the mood to socialize, she had actually picked up the book in question and reread the first ten chapters. She picked up her quill enthusiastically and within forty minutes she was happily finishing her answer to the last question.
"My, we are speedy today," whispered a familiar voice. "Finished already, Miss Harrison?"
"Yes, sir," she replied. She had glanced quickly over at Lewis paper. He was still on question eleven.
"Well, then, we shall have to find you something else to do, won’t we?"
Lewis’ eyes were glaring furiously at Snape, and she wished she dared turn to him and reassure him that he didn’t need to protect her.
Snape eyes flicked coldly over the younger man. "Unless you intend to leave the rest of the questions unanswered, I suggest you tend to your own paper, Mr. Thurston."
Lewis grudgingly complied with the request.
Snape was pulling a piece of folded parchment out of his pocket. "Here, Miss Harrison. A list of the ingredients that we will be requiring for the potion we will be making. You will please go to the storeroom to retrieve them."
She took the paper and glanced at it, her eyes watchful as she struggled to figure out just what his little plan was.
"In particular, we will require twenty frog’s brains, and I wish you to personally select only the firmest, freshest ones from the supply kept in the large barrel."
She swallowed, and nodded again. She knew from past experience that they were a very slimy and stinky commodity, and the thought of picking through the malodorous barrel to retrieve them was enough to turn her stomach.
"And, please gather all the rest of the ingredients as quickly and efficiently as you can."
"Yes, sir." She rose from her seat and hesitated a moment, waiting for him to proceed ahead of her and let her into the room.
"The door is unlocked," he assured her.
She widened her eyes in surprise. During the first years she had been at Hogwarts, the storeroom door had indeed been kept unlocked. In fact, one could easily gain access to it through an open door at the side of the classroom. Beginning in her fourth year, however, that door had been at first locked, and then completely boarded over. The only way to get into the storeroom now was from the outer, hallway door, and she knew that Snape had kept it securely locked at all times. She could only assume that some student had been pilfering potion ingredients, thus necessitating the change.
"We don’t have all day, Miss Harrison," he warned her.
She nodded again and made her way towards the door that led out to the hallway. Closing the classroom door behind her, she turned to the left and walked the twenty feet to the door that led into the storeroom. It was indeed unlocked, and the handle turned easily in her hands, and she entered the tiny, musty room.
Most of the wall space in this room was covered with shelves, and the shelves in turn were covered with jars, bottles and various other containers, all carefully labeled and filled with potion ingredients. Pushed up against one wall was a table, and to Helena’s surprise there were two trays upon it which were apparently already filled with the entire list of supplies she had been sent to retrieve. Including a large, ceramic bowl filled to the brim with a fine selection of frog’s brains.
She glanced back at the paper in her hand and went through the entire inventory. Yes, everything had already been collected and prepared, it was simply waiting to be taken back to the classroom.
She heard the door creak open again and she knew without turning around that Severus had joined her in the tiny room. She smiled as she heard the door close and lock behind him.
"I don’t understand, Professor," she said, turning to him with a sweetly puzzled look on her face. "All the potion ingredients are here already."
"Ah, yes," he replied, his hands coming up to begin unbuttoning the front of her robe. "We shall have to find another way to occupy our time, won’t we?"
He flung her robe on the floor, his hands reaching out to embrace her. He pulled her roughly towards him, wrapping her in a warm, tight embrace as his mouth hungrily sought her lips. She gasped, allowing her lips to part slightly, and felt his tongue thrust into her mouth, and at the same time his hands reached up to stroke at her breasts. With difficulty, she kept herself from moaning. Then, she felt his hand move down between her thighs, brushing up to move aside her skirt, his fingers working under the fabric of her panties.
She broke off the embrace and desperately pushed him away.
He looked at her quizzically, a touch of anger in his eyes. "Not in the mood?" he asked.
She stared at him. "They’ll hear!" she hissed in frustration, her finger pointing towards the wall and the boarded up door. On the other side of it, was the classroom.
He smiled, and moved towards her with his wand in his hand. He touched the tip of it lightly against her throat. "Silencio," he murmured.
She looked up at him and tried to speak. Not a sound came out of her throat.
He smiled. "So you can ‘scream’ all you want, my dear," he whispered. "And I hope you will."
He bent down to kiss her again, and she let her body respond fully this time. This time, he broke off the embrace.
"Take off your panties and lay on the table," he whispered.
She looked at him, slightly suspicious. He brought her hand up to his mouth and licked it, pressing his long tongue firmly against her hand as he traced her palm lines.
She smiled and slipped her underwear off as quickly as she could. He helped lift her up into a sitting position on the table and then shoved her skirt up over her waist as she lay back. The next thing she knew, she felt his hands on her inner thighs, touching her gently and teasing her with the softest hint of contact as he brushed up and down the tender skin. He did it two or three times more, and then bent down and blew softly between her legs. She gasped as she felt it his breath drift across her already wet and swollen flesh. In another moment, she was very thankful that he had performed the silencing spell upon her, for there was no way she could have kept from crying out as she felt his tongue begin to lick and probe her.
He licked up and down firmly, and then turned the contact into a teasing, feathery sensation as he flicked his tongue back and forth. All the while, his hands kept moving, too. Sometimes they were again stroking softly against her thighs. The next second, he was pressing gentle pressure with his thumbs on her outer labia as his tongue licked up and down her slit. Then he would use his hands to pry her apart, allowing his tongue to thrust deeply into her. While he did so, his large nose would bump most agreeably against her clit. Finally, he moved his mouth up to suck directly on the tender nub itself, and after just a few seconds of this, he felt her shake and spasm.
He laughed silently and straightened up. In a moment, his own robe had joined hers on the floor and his hands were quickly undoing the buttons of his fly. A few seconds later, she felt him thrust his cock into her and to her shock the quick, hard penetration was enough to send her into a second orgasm. She looked up at him, and she could see by his smile that he knew what he had accomplished.
He didn’t even give her time to recover from that before his arms were working underneath her, raising her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist and felt him lift her up. The sensation, especially on the heels of two orgasms was almost unbearable and she clutched desperately at him as he began to thrust within her. He turned around and she found herself pressed up against the bricks that lined the back wall of the room. He kept his right arm wrapped tightly around her waist and brought his left one up to the wall to support himself as his stroking furiously increased. She wrapped her legs even more tightly around him, feeling the weight of his balls ram into her with each stroke. Her arms were raking up and down his back in rhythm with his movements. And then she stiffened again, both of her arms clawing desperately at the wall as her third orgasm hit. A moment later, she clamped her own mouth down on his to silence his own growl of pleasure as she him felt make one last, hard thrust into her, and felt the hot, quick spurts of his semen inside of her.
She was shaking as she unwound her legs and slowly dropped back unto her own feet. She had thought she had had an orgasm before, but everything she had ever experienced had not come close to the intensity of what she had just felt not once, but three times. After a moment, she found that her legs could not support her and she let herself sink all the way down to the floor, her knees parted as she tried to ease the unbelievably wonderful feeling that still haunted her there between her legs.
He was still standing above her, both arms leaning against the wall as he looked down at her, watching as she recovered.
"I thought you deserved a reward for doing so well on the test," he whispered.
She drew in a breath and shook her head at him, gesturing towards her throat. He smiled, and bent down to help her up. A moment later, the tip of his wand was again touching her throat.
"Finite incantatum."
"Liar! You had this planned all the time," she whispered.
"Of course," he replied, brushing her hair back from her face. He kissed her lightly and then pulled away. He reached back towards the table and picked up her discarded panties, turning around to hand them back to her. Then he bent down to pick their robes off of the floor. With a grimace, he pointed his wand at them and murmured a cleaning spell, ridding them of the dust and dirt they had collected during their short time on the floor. He handed Helena her robe, and then buttoned up his fly before putting his own robe back on.
She looked up from buttoning her robe to see him looking at her critically. "What?" she questioned.
He shook his head with amusement and gestured at her with his wand. "I think I have to do at least one more spell," he admitted, coming towards her.
She looked at him mistrustfully.
He smiled. "Miss Harrison, you look like someone who’s just spent the past ten minutes being sucked and fucked, not like someone who’s been collecting potions ingredients."
She laughed quietly, and didn’t wince when he touched her face lightly with his wand. In an instant, she felt the flush drain from her face, leaving her feeling much cooler, and she felt her hair smoothing itself back into a tidy arrangement.
"Better?" she inquired.
"Better," he assured her. He pointed the wand towards the door, unlocking it and allowing it to swing open. He replaced his wand in his pocket and went over to the table, picking up one of the trays. "Take the other one," he commanded.
She smiled and complied with his request, and together they returned to the classroom.
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After all of that excitement, the rest of the potions class paled in comparison, of course. She and Lewis did well on their elixir, as usual. He had inquired anxiously what had happened to her in the storeroom, and she had replied that Snape had wanted to watch her while she picked out the frog’s brains. That seemed to make perfect sense to the young man, and to her relief he didn’t ask her any more questions.
Also, to her relief, Severus paid no attention to her during the rest of the class. Although his spell had done much to make her more presentable, she was still so aroused by the sensations she had felt that she suspected that he could send her into another orgasm just by looking at her.
Most of her classmates were loudly complaining that they hadn’t been prepared for any of the questions, and it appeared that only she, Lewis and Des got passing marks on the test. Though she was the only one to get full marks, of course.
About fifteen minutes before the end of class something strange happened, however. There was a knock at the door, and a messenger came in with a note for Snape. He was in the middle of testing the potions, and glanced at the envelope for only a moment before stuffing it into his pocket. It was only when he back to his desk, after he had completed his inspections and while the students cleaned up their cauldrons that he broke the seal on the message and opened it up to read it. Helena was watching him out of the corner of her eye, and to her surprise, she saw his pale skin take on a whiter shade than usual. And for just a moment, there was a twitch of apprehension in his eyes. A moment later, an emotionless mask had fallen over his face. He did allow himself one quick glance into Helena’s eyes before he folded the note back up and placed it on his desk, his fingers drumming nervously upon it.
"You may leave when you finish cleaning up," he announced.
Lewis was returning to the desk, the clean and dry cauldron in his hands. "Let’s go," he said.
"Miss Harrison?"
She looked back up to the front of the room. Severus was walking towards her, the note he had received clutched stiffly in his hands.
"Please stay after class a moment." His tone was flat and hollow.
She looked up at him perplexed. And then she nodded, uncertain of what else to do.
"I’ll be outside in the hall, waiting for you." Lewis’ eyes were worried.
"That will not be necessary, Mr. Thurston," said Snape. "I think you’ve done enough already." His voice was dripping with venom now. "I think you should return to your dormitory."
"Do YOU want me to wait for you?" he repeated, ignoring his teacher and looking at Helena.
She shook her head and patted him on the shoulder. "No, go on. I’ll be fine," she assured him.
Lewis nodded and slowly made his way past them and out the door.
She looked back up at Severus. His eyes were blazing in anger.
***Oh, come on. I just patted his arm. Give me a break. ***
Snape looked around. There were a few more students left in the class, but they were all preoccupied with either washing their cauldrons or putting their books away. He handed the message over to Helena.
‘Professor Snape,
Please come to my office immediately after the close of class today.
As this matter also concerns Miss Harrison, I ask that she accompany you
A.D.
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