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A Befitting Punishment can be Sweet	By : thebloodyknifeartist Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 3814 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Two: The Incredible Professor of Potions

Harriet woke up in her bed at four in the morning. Yesterday she had arrived at Hogwarts, greeted by none other than the incredible professor of potions, Professor Severus Snape. She still remembered the first day their pathes had crossed.

She still remembered her very first day on Hogwarts grounds. She had felt confused and out of place in the English climate, longing for the cold, dangerous grounds of Durmstrang.

A man that had Headmaster Karakaroff's hooked nose approached her, his figure effeminate but his attitude proclaiming pure masqulinity. His stride was commanding and she sensed that the man before her was nothing but power. And to her, power was beauty itself.

He was swirl of black, hints of white collar and cuffs peeking in a teasing way beh behind the heavy black cloth of his frock coat that fit his body oh-so tightly. A long row of cloth buttons adorned the front the coat, buttoned up to the top of the high Victorian-like collar. His robes were obviously made of lighter material, considering the way it floated at his heels with every move he made. He stopped but a half a yard in front of her and peered down at her over the aquline nose. He slowly took his robes hands and with a dedicated pace tce to intimidate, he crossed his arms, wrapping the robes around him, embracing himself with the darkness that surrounded him.

It was love at first sight.

But she made no indication of her emotions as he did the same to her. Finally he spoke, his voice a soft, deep, and dangerous voice.

"Harriet Noxcycneus, I presume," he said and she pulled back the hood, to reveal herself to him.

"You are correct Headmaster," she said, nodding her head. This was the famous Dumbledore? What a ridikulas name for such an incredible man.

"I'm not the Headmaster," he said, still eyeing her, trying to build up her character and see what kind student she was.

She gave an apologetic nod of her head, but felt no embarrassment as she said, "Forgive me. Might I have the pleasure of knowing the name of the man coming to escort me?"

He gave slight bow and said, "Professor Severus Snape, Hogwarts' Potion Master."

At this she smiled. This glorius man was to be her potions master? She reached into her pocket and produced a roll of parchment that had a blood red seal.

"Potions Master!" she said, handing the letter to him. "Fancy that! I'm supposed to give you this letter from Headmaster Karkaroff."

He slipped it into his robes and motioned for her to come to his side. "If you'll be so kind as to follow me."

She had felt so self concious that the great man had deemed her unworthy of any attention from himself, but found quite the opposite. During there walk to the castle, he seemed to be longing to have a conversation with her, but she feared making herself look like a foolish little girl in his presence.

And she had been so humiliated to be forced to sit on a wobbly old stool in the front of the entire schwhenwhen she reach the main building. After a long introduction and critiqing eyes of the students before her, Headmaster Dumbledore had placed an ancient hat that was falling appart on her head. It spoke to her telepathiclly and she felt even more nervous.

�You have plenty of bravery...and your intellegence is incredible. But you also are a free loving person...and I can see you are extremely cunning. You were at Durmstrang and the impact of the school has left itself in you deeply. I feel that your best match is with the house of Salazar,� the dingy hat said and she remained silent, unsure what was going on.

�Slytherin!� the hat shouted aloud.

Branded! She almost made a face of protest and disapproval but she caught the pleased smile on the Professor's face and felt the disgusted mood dissolve away.
'Well, if he believes the Slytherin house is suit for me, then it must be.'

She pulled a pleasant smile across her face, nodding her head in approvalardsards the house table that was obviously was Slytherin. They jumped up, shouting loudly, ratious cheering and clapping. Professor Snape was standing up, smiling and clapping like the students and she felt a pride race through her.

She began to lift the hat off her head and as it parted it spoke to her one last time.

�Don�t limit yourself to others expectations.�

She had handed the hat back to Dumbledore and walked over to the Slytherin table, where a tall, breathtakingly handsome boy offered her a chair next to him. The days until the end of school had passed by so quickly and during that time, she had silently worshiped Severus Snape, basking in his approval and apparent favoritism towards her.

On this day she had woken up from a wonderful dream, involving Professor Snape, the Quidditch fields and an immobilizing charm. She smiled as she thought about what the Professor had called her in her dream. Closing her eyes, she let her mind take her back to the thoughts of being one with the Professor of Potions on the sandy ground of the ds. ds.

Harriet lay there on her bed,one hand across her stomach, the other on her pillow. She smiled and felt herself longing to see the Professor already. She closed her eyes and replayed the dream in her head, grinning broadly as she thought about how Professor Snape lay beneath her, moaning, begging for more.

"Ah, yes, Professor. It's only a matter of time before my dream comes true."

Severus woke up the next morning, a Tuesday, with a slight smile on his face and a large erection. He had had a very wonderfulam iam involving Miss Noxcycneus, him, and the Chamber of Secrets. The sound of her voice screaming his name and begging for more still echoed in his ears and it was just enough to make him come, coating emerald sheets with pearly white.

�Miss Noxcycneus. Slytherin Head Girl,� he thought and then mused on how she could earn the title of Head Girl... his lips twitched further into a smile. It had been a long time since he had last had sexual feelings for a real person. Over the past decade or so he had simply fantisied about meeting the right woman and how she would be everything he desired. In his mind, she had no face, or name, or particular past, he simply thought of her as Her. A woman who respected him, who was intelligent and wise, a woman who was beautiful and someone who was an equal.

But he doubted he would ever meet a woman worthy of him and he batted away the thought of Harriet being the One.

He sat up and grabbed his wand from the night table next to his bed, sweeping it over the mess he had created and he muttered a cleaning charm. He climbed out of bed and put on the dressing robe that lay across the end of his bed, tieing the sash loosely. He walked over to the large black stained oak closet and opend the doors. He picked out hte ivory shirt, fingering the lace collar delicatelyservservng the simple linen fabric that carressed his skin so carefully. He laid out the shirt on his bed and then grabbed the black trousers with their cloth buttons at the ankle and crotch. He placed it next to the shirt and then removed the frock coat the matched hte trousers. He draped that over his left arm and then opened the bottom of the closet, by a trapdoor. He looked at hte bottom and pulled out a pair of socks and clean underwear. He set those down on the bed and then turned to face the large seven foot mirror at the end of his bed. He stood and looked into his own black eyes and then gave soft tug to the sash of his robe, letting it slip to the floor around his ankles. Before him in the mirror stood his naked body. He gave a quick look over to check for any difference in his appearance and found none gra grabbed the clean underwear and put them on, admiring the tight fitting black cloth that fit against his hips and upper thighs. He liked the tight boxer-like under clothes and he even entertained the idea for a moment of being a muggle olymipic swimmer.

Albus had taken him a few years ago to the Muggle Olymipics and they had watched the swimming races. He himself was an expert swimmer and could go faster than most people, but he had never considered racing in the water as a fun activity he could do. Albus obviously knew this and Severus had felt entraced watching the men�s and women�s bodies glide through the water, using every muscle in their bodies to getm onm one end of the pool to the other. And as he watched, he felt an intense urge to leave the wizarding community to become a racer.

Severus shook himself from the thought and grabbed the tousers of the bed slipping his long gangly legs into the legs of the pants. he buttoned up the front of his trousers and reached for the shirt on his bed. He put it on and buttoned up the front, making sure not to miss the collartonstons. then Severus buttoned up hte cuffs at his wrists while he made sure the clothes held no flaws.

Severus tucked the shirt in carefully and then put of the frock coat, buttoning the smooth cloth buttons up the front. he sat down on the end of his bed and grabbed the shiny black leather boots that rested at the end of his bed on top of his trunk. He slipped them on over the almost knee high socks and buttoned them up with incredible patience; the slick black glass buttons were hard to fit in the tiny button holes.

Finally shedshed with the long process of getting dressed, he stood up in front of hte mirror again. He flicked his hair out of his face and tentively gave a smile to the reflection in the mirror. Yes, today he felt that he looked nice. But then again, who was he trying to impress?

The smile faded from his face and he looked into his eyes with a growing concern. He needed to feel accepted by someone other that Dumbledore. A woman prefurably; he was through with men after the violating episodes Lucius Malfoy had put him through so many times. If not a wife, then at least a woman he could share his sexual desires with and not those whores in Knockturn alley he had used back in his twenties.

He moved over to the door and opened it. Behind the door lay a stone wall and he gently pressed against three stones and muttered, �anguigena (snake-born)�. The stone wall remained the same looking, but now he could pass through it. he walked through the cold stone and entered the deepest part of hte dugeons. He walked along the cold stone floors, listento tto the soft tapping of his boots echo off the walls. he pulled out his wand and said, �atratusaum (clothed in black; in mourning).� His black billowing robes appeared around him and he continued his stride, feeling the cloth floating around his ankles.

He finally reached his destination of his office five floors up and thirty-three minutes later. He needed nothing inside the room, but none the less, he still felt the need to make sure everyhing was in order.

He survayed the room with a suspicious curiousity. His eyes landed in the chairs and a slightly strangled growl emergred from his throat. That damn velvet was driving him insane! But Flitwick had come in the day his furniture arrived and placed some charm on everything so that it couldn�t be further changed by magic. Which left him with velvet chairs, highly laquuered mahoganny, and tarnished gold. It was hideous. At least there was green in the room; it cut the smothering heat of the warmer colours.

A sneer curled onto his lips and he turned on his heel, heading back out the door. Breakfast was at eight and he didn�t want to be a second late.

Harriet still lie in her bed, caressing the locks of hair near her hands. She realized that she wanted to see Professor Snape at breackfast this moring and she looked over at her night table.

�Time,� she sighed and the enchanted pocket watch snapped open glowglowing gold numbers arranged themselves in the air.

It was seven twenty-one and with a slight groan, Harriet brushed her fantasy of the Professor away and climbed out of the bed. She had showered the night before, so all she had to do was get dressed. She walked over to her large closet and opened the doors, scanning the clothes that a house-elf had hung up, and she wonderied what she wanted to wear. There was that wonderful jumper that Nanny had knit her; the light pink wool was knobby and kept her warm. But it was still a tad too hot outside for an to to wear a jumper.

Her eyes drifted to the lovely pleted skirt she had purchased in Madame Malkin�s a few weeks ago. It was almost like the school uniform�s skirt except it was plaid and the colours were light yellow and muted green. She pulled it out of hte closet and threw it on her bed. A yellow oxford was soon to follow and out of her dresser drawer she pulled yellow knee highs and light green Alice band.

She quickly changed into her clothes and glanced at the dresser, where the time still floated. It was now seven forty-two and she didn�t want to miss breakfast; Professor Snape always ate at eight o�clock sharp when it was a non-school day and she didn�t want to miss her chance of seeing him.

She turned to a large mirror over her dresser and recited quickly,

�Mirror, mirror on my wall, is there anything I should remember at all?�

The mirror�s surface began to swirl and when it finally stilled, there were glowing red words that read,

Mooncalf tears

�Good thing i was reminded of that,� she said, feeling relief that she had remembered. If she didn�t get those mooncalf tears and complete her potion by the eighth of September...

�Shoes,� she muttered and darted back over to the closet. She decided on brown leather loafers and slipped them on quickly then ran out her bedroom door. the Slytherin commonroom was empty and she realized that Sunday would be the last dayhavehave the luxury of an empty commonroom to study in. She hated listening to the idiot first years babbling away about how much �dark magic� they knew and how powerful they were when it came to cursing.

She raced out of the Slytherin house and into the dungeon�s cold air. she felt slightly aroused at the frosty air raising the hair on her body. It was almost the same feeling she had recieved when Professor Snape had placed his hand on her shoulder last year. she shivered at the thought as she continued running up the steps. Oh, it had been so wonderful! She had been working on her cure of intestinal pain, concentrating on her exact placement of the sandelwood when she felt a large presence behind her and quite suddenly she felt Professor Snape breathing softly in her ear and hand tightly grippring her shoulder. she had nearly dumped the entire handful of shavings into the cauldren, but years of patience under stress had kept her from doing so. Lifting the few shavings she needed and lowering them into the simmering brown potion took her absolute concintration and she felt her body flood with relief as the thick liquid continued simmering in the same chocolate hue.

�Beautiful, Harriet,� came a soft whisper of approval from her potions master and quite suddenly he was gone, sweeping off to the other end of the classroom. But she could never forget that feeling of his hand on her, and even now she could feel its phantom presence. She touched her shoulder, but as always, his hand wasn�t there.

Harriet had reached the Great Hall and hurried over to her seat at the table with a few minutes to spare. And as her pocket watch chimed nine thirty, the doors to main hall flew open and in came Snape, billowing robes and scowl included.

Harriet sm and and watched him sit at his seat at the empty staff table. His eyes met hers and for a second she saw shock and something else , but the emotions were gone and he nodded his head to acknoledge her and whispered to his breakfast plate the food he so desired. she sighed and looked at her empty plate.

Severus had been surprised to see Harriet at the breakfast table already. She looked exquisite this morning, but there wasn�t anything he could do about it. He looked at his plate and said quietly,

�Hardboiled eggs, bacon, and unbuttered toast.�

The food appeared on his plate and he grabbed his fork, savagely stabbing at the slices of hordboiled egg. Dumbledore can ann and sat down next to him and greeted him cheerfully and then said to his own plate,

�Buttered toast, beef hash, eggs over easy, and sliced peaches, if you will.�

Severus simply frowned at the Headmaster�s plate and continued eating his own food.

Damn, that furniture was bothering him! If only he had chosen something else! But at least Harriet hadn�t laughed at the velvet chairs-

Harriet.

The thought of the beautiful young woman wiped away all feelings of frustration and he rested the fork on the edge of the plate, letting his mind take him back to his glorious dream, replaying the imagined conversation he had had while he penetrated the lovely woman...

"Professor! Every time you start talking about anything having to do with potions, I feel myself getting wet. You don't realize the effects your discussions on the properties of the essence of helleborn did to me last year---"

Dumbledore�s voice brought him back into reality at breakneck speed, gently prodding, "Severus, are you feeling alright?"

"What?" he said, staring at he Headmaster dumbly.

There was a look of intense concern on the old man�s face and he asked, "Are you feeling alright? You haven't touched your breakfast at all and it's yfavofavorite."

Severus stared down at the toast, hardboiled eggs and slices of bacon that graced his plate ever so plainly.

He turned back to Albus and said quickly, "I'm not hungry. If you'll excuse me.�

Snape stood up and left the great hall to his office. He had grown hard again and felt he ought to relieve himself before his sexual desires got in the way of his thinking. He entered his office and sat down at his desk. He quickly unbuttoned the front of his robes to reach his trousers, which he started to unbutton when there was a knock on the door. Silently cursing as he began to frantically button up his robes, Severus called out loudly,

"Who is it?"

"It's me, Severus."

Dumbledore. He cursed silently again and then said, "You may enter," as he finished the last button and pulled out a quill to make it appear he had been working on papers.

Dumbledore entered the room, beaming the all-knowing smile he always wore. He took out his wand and moved the green velvet armchair in front of his desk with a flick of his wrist, and then he sat down. Snape set down his quill and looked up at the Headmaster; the man obviously had something important to talk about.

"Yes, Headmaster?" he asked, not showing any form of curiousity.

"Severus? Are you alright? I ced ced you were acting funny during breakfast; is everything alright?" Albus as bro brow furrowed from worry.

Snape nodded his head. "I'm stressed at the moment. I'm trying to work certain issues out concerning my classroom and-"

Dumbledore raised a hand to silence him. "Severus, I know what the real problem is."

Snape felt uncomfortable. Dumbledore knew more than he gave away, so he probably knew exactly what Snape had come down to his office for.

"You do?" he asked. How could Dumbledore know what he thought about Harriet?

Dumbledore nodded his head. "Yes."

Snape looked away from the Headmaster and down at his desk. He began to frantically fill out a parchment on his desk. He didn't break his task as he said quietly, "Well, I hope I'm not in trouble for it."

Dumbledore chuckled and Snape looked up.

Dumbledore smiled and said, "Not at all. I can see why you'd be upset by it."

"Yes, well-" Snape said, feeling slightly relieved.

"Just try and be friendly with Harry and everything will turn out fine."

Snape stopped what he was doing and looked at Dumbledore and said, "Harry?>
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Dumbledore nodded, chuckling "Harry Potter, Severus! I know that you and him are always at each other's throats and I just don't want either of you to have bad feelings towards the other."

Snape simply stared at him and then said, "Yes. I'll, I'll do what I can."

Dumbledore stood up and still smiling gratefully, said, "Thank you Severus. You know, I bet by the end of this year, the two of you will be friends."

Dumbledore left the room and Snape sat there dumbfounded. Friends with Harry FLIPPIN' Potter? Harriet Noxcycneus was more likely to come in this moment demanding sex from him than Harry Potter willing to have a more respectful attitude towards

The door flew open and Harriet came into the room, quickly shutting the door behind her and locking it. She stalked across the room and swung him around in his chair.

"Professor, I need something from you," she said, placing her hands on either sides of his chair's armrests.

'I'll be damned'. Perhaps he and Potter would become friends after all.

He looked up into Harriet's face and suddenly felt very intimidated by the Head Girl. He would rather be in control.

"Yes, Miss Noxcycneus?" he asked, making sure to drawl the words so as not to show his sudden anxiety.

He realized her skirt was only thigh length. If he wanted to, all he had to do was snake his hand up underneith and he would have complete access to all she kept hidden. She gave him a sweet smile and looked into his eyes. She moved one hand off his chair and began to play with a lock of hair that dangled over her shoulder.

She lowered her eyes and said in a softy (dare he say, sultry?), voice, "This is probably going to ask really odd, but there's something you have that I've been dying to get my hands on. I would have asked for some when I first met you, but I was afraid you'd say no. And I would have asked you earlier, but their were people around and they would have had a bad reaction."

'By Merlin, she's really going to ask me!' Snape thought, feeling his heart beating harder. He could swear that he felt her bare legs brush against his.

"Miss Noxcycneus, how could I ever tell you no? Just ask for it and I'll give you what ever you want," he said, waiting for the opportune moment to throw her onto the desk.

Harriet leaned across his desk and put her mouth next to his ear. Merlin, he could see down her shirt! the pale smooth skin of her breast; if he leaned down a bit further, he'd be able to taste that soft flesh-

"I need a bottle of mooncalf tears," she whispered, feeling her breath tickle his ear.

He pulled back, startled, and said, "What?"

She pulled away as well and sat down in the armchair that Dumbledore had moved in front of his desk.

"I told you it was an odd request," she said, crossing her legs.

He raised a questioning eyebrow and said, "Miss Noxcycneus, you do realize what kind of potions use mooncalf tear essence, don't you?"

She nodded her head and said, "Yes sir. That's why I need it."

There was a silence between them and finally Snape said, "Now what in Merlin's name would you need a birth control draught for?"

She was quick to give him an explanation and he felt throughly interested in what she had as an excuse.

"Well, my theory is better safe than sorry; Slytherins have some pretty wild parties and because I'm Head Girl, expeexpected to appear at them. And besides, the Birth Control Draught that I make also contains a wit-sharpening potion, so it helps with my studies," she said, giving him a big smile.

He thought for a moment and finally said, "Well suppose I could get it for you. But if you're ever caught with it, don't expect me to cover for you."

"Don't worry sir. I wouldn't want to get you into trouble," she said in a reassuring tone. She stood up and headed towards the door.

As she placed her hand on the door handle he said quickly, "Miss Noxcycneus?"

"Yes Professor?" she said, turning to face him.

"If you do sleep with anyone, just be sure you think about it before hand. Most of the students here are below you; I don't want to see you get hurt by some stupid git who's looking for a one night stand."

A slight smile appeared on her lips and she nodded her head. "I'll remember that Professor."

He waved his hand at he door and said, "Now go! I don't want people suspicious of why we're alone here together with a locked door."

She unlocked the door and said, "Yes, Professor."

Then she was gone. Severus looked back down at his papers and carefully arraned them into a neat stack. Then he looked back up at the door and then smiled. She was brilliant; how many people were able to make a birth control draught at seventeen? Not even fully trained medi-witches could complete the potion perfectly. And now that he knew she couldn�t become pregnate...

�Wait! What am I thinking?!� he asked himself quickly and began to push back the desires to help the seventh year make the most of her draught.

He found the piece of parchment he had been using for writing down ingredients he needed for the classroom and wrote down with a very careful hand,�mooncalf tears.�
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