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A Proper Proposition	By : Veresna Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 3109 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1
- 2
- 3
APP2

APP2
Author's note: I guess I should have included a warning that
this story contains potential spoilers for "Order of the Phoenix." On
the other hand, since Nymphadora Tonks is a character first introduced
in that book, I suppose I thought that only those people who had
already read the book would be reading this story!

Once again, great praise is due to my inimitable editor,
lablanche. She has an impeccable eye for detail, a marvelous
sense of story, a perfect ear for dialogue, and absolutely refuses to
let my Severus be anything other than quintessentially

Snapish. Any and all errors remaining are my own.

Chapter 2: Negotiations and Consummations

Snape hesitated for a moment as he reached the first turn in the
staircase and reached into his cloak pocket to retrieve his wand. His
rush up the stairs
had been slowed by the sudden and unwelcome thought that perhaps Tonks'
offer
was nothing more than part of an elaborate set-up to humiliate
him. After all, it seemed just a little too convenient that a
young and eager
woman like Tonks would be suffering from a dearth of suitable sexual
partners
and would have to turn to him for satisfaction. Was it not much
more
likely that, upon hearing of the near-duel today, she had taken Black's
side
and had decided to plot with her cousin to place Snape in a very
embarrassing situation? Even Lupin, who Snape had begrudgingly decided
had a smattering of good sense, might be persuaded to join in the fun
for 'old times sake'. Perhaps the new band of Marauders had
decided it was about time to humiliate 'Snivellus', making sure that he
was caught with his pants down again-except that this time the
participation of a half-naked female would make the joke even more
degrading.

He murmured an oath as he fought down a sick
feeling in the pit of his stomach. It had taken years to push that
particular memory to the back of his brain, and now here it was again,
as clear as if it happened yesterday. If he was going to teach
Potter Occlumency, it would be
necessary to remove that specific recollection to a Pensieve before
each
and every session.

He took in a deep breath and, wand clutched in his right hand, began
to ascend the next flight of stairs. His footsteps this time were
slow and cautious, and he looked behind him several times as he
continued to
rise silently up the staircase. At the second floor landing, he
turned
to his right and paused again before entering the hallway.
Narrowing
his eyes, he whispered a spell and watched carefully as a green beam of
light shot from his wand and gradually expanded into a mist-like haze,
rolling
slowly down the narrow corridor. He watched its progress warily,
his
wand remaining upraised and prepared to deliver a curse should the fog
encounter a hidden spell or concealment charm. But the green haze
continued
unimpeded until it reached the wall at the far end of the hall and
dissipated.

After another cautious glance behind him, Snape proceeded quietly
down the hallway until he was directly in front of the door upon which
a rather lopsided "12" was displayed. He stared at it for several
seconds and then raised his wand to chest level and slowly turned
around to glare at
the seemingly empty hall again.

"I should suggest," he hissed, in a low and dangerous tone, "That if
'Moony' or 'Padfoot' happens to be present, you had best reveal
yourself immediately. If I find that you are attempting to play
me for the fool, I swear that
I shall never prepare the Wolfsbane Potion again-even if ordered to do
so
by Dumbledore himself."

The hallway remained still and empty.

Turning back to the room, he squared
his shoulders
and regarded the door suspiciously. He had absolutely no
intention
of taking up her invitation, of course. He was merely going to
inform
her, in his most superior and condescending manner, that he had better
things
to do this evening.

Still holding his wand in his right hand, he raised the fingers of
his left hand to the front of his cloak and made sure that all of the
buttons were primly and securely fastened. He took another few
seconds to brush
and straighten the cloth as well, all the while continuing to glance
suspiciously
up and down the hallway. His frown deepened as he considered just
what
his hair looked like at the moment. It was always an oily mess to
begin
with, and since he had done nothing more than make a half-hearted
attempt
to draw a comb through it this morning, it was no doubt in a shocking
state
of disarray. For a moment he raised his hand to his temple,
intending to smooth the unruly locks into a semblance of
respectability. But his
fingertips had barely grazed his mane before he had snorted and
abruptly dropped
his hand again. If she had been sincere in her proposal, the
state
of his hair was apparently of no concern to her. And if, as he
still
suspected, it was simply a monstrous joke, there was no reason to fuel
her
amusement by making it appear he was even remotely concerned about his
physical
attractiveness.

He raised his hand to the door, preparing to knock when he hesitated
again. Tom had confirmed the fact that she had obtained lodging
here-but could
he be sure she had spoken the truth when she gave him this room
number? Perhaps that was the real point of the prank-to lure him
to a room occupied by an unsuspecting witch who he would assume was
Tonks in a transfigured disguise. The poor woman might even start
screaming when he informed her that he had decided to take her up on
her offer to sleep with him. Or perhaps Tonks was in the room,
but already 'occupied' with another visitor? He frowned and took
a half-step to the side as he contemplated the possibilities.

Reaching a decision, he turned back to the door and lifted his hand
again. Very well then, he would knock-once-and give her exactly
ten seconds to
respond. If she hadn't opened the door by that time, he would be
disapparate
immediately.

But to his surprise he had barely managed to rap upon the wood
one time when he heard the knob turn and the door swung inward.

"I see you decided to take me up on my offer," she said, leaning
against the frame and smiling up at him.

He forced his features to remain neutral as he studied her.
Her voice
and her words had indeed removed any doubt that it was Tonks.
Although
he was slightly surprised to she that she hadn't changed her
appearance-her face, figure and hair were the same as they had been
downstairs in the bar.

"Is this what they teach you in Auror training?" he asked, crossing
his arms and sneering at her as he quickly regained his
composure. "To
open a door without first assuring yourself of who is on the other
side?"

"Nope," she replied brightly, crooking her finger and inviting him
in.

He hesitated for just a moment before dropping his arms to the side
and sweeping into the room. He still fully intended to turn down
her offer, but there was no need to conduct this conversation out in
the hallway where they risked being overheard.

"What they teach us," she continued, as she moved to close the door,
"Is not to rely upon a simple peephole."

Snape turned back to face her, but the insult he had intended to
hurl at
her died away as he stared beyond her at the closed door. On this
side,
there appeared to be a large window positioned into the upper half of
the
raised panel, affording a clear view into the hallway. No doubt
she
had stood there and observed all of his movements for several minutes,
which
is why she had answered the door so promptly once he had finally
decided to knock.

He frowned and cleared his throat. "I see," he noted,
tonelessly.

Tonks was very busily securing the door with both physical locks and
magical wards. He briefly opened his mouth to object, to inform
her that she needn't bother, since he would under circumstances be
staying, when his
attention was suddenly drawn toward the bed. He took a step closer to
it
and examined it, puzzled by the fact that it had neither curtains nor
even
posts. In fact, it seemed to balanced upon some kind of pedestal
and
was placed extraordinarily close to the ground.

A thumping noise made him turn his head back toward Tonks. The
sound was apparently due to the fact that she had already tossed off
her shoes, for they and her socks were lying on the floor beside her
and she was now engaged in removing her cloak. In a moment it too
was tossed onto
the ground and he saw to his shock that underneath she was wearing only
a very thin and extremely low-cut gown. In fact, the garment was
so
sheer and gauzy that he could clearly see the faint outline of her
nipples
pressing against the cloth.

After a brief moment, he suddenly redirected his gaze toward the bed
and then a faint movement on the other side of the room caught his
eye. The lone window in the room was open, and the white curtains
were wafting in the air as a cold wind blew into the room.

"Sorry," said Tonks, hurrying past him and raising up on her tiptoes
to close the window. "It was stuffy in here when I came in, so I
thought I should let in a bit of fresh air. I'll close it now."

As she strained to reach the top of the window to latch it securely,
Snape could not help but observe that the fabric of her gown was
clinging against her, her knickers clearly visible through the
material. The room seemed suddenly infinitely warmer than it had
been, and he knew it was not merely due to the closing of the window.

Tonks pulled down the shade and turned back to regard him with
another smile. "Aren't you going to get undressed?" she asked.

He found himself strangely immobilized, unable to either move or
reply as his mind fought with his body over whether he wanted to stay
or leave.

"I mean," she laughed, glancing down at his feet, "To tell you the
truth, I really wouldn't mind if you want to keep your boots on. They
are really great-terribly sexy, you know. But won't you at
least take off the rest?"

She moved toward him and he found himself backing away, his wand
raised in a defensive position. But as she took another step her
feet became entangled in the hem of her gown and she suddenly lost her
balance and lurched forward. He reached out to steady her, but
the alcohol seemed to still be dulling his reflexes. The next
thing he knew he was pinned to the ground, with a giggling Tonks on top
of him.

Snape managed to prop himself up on his elbows until he was in a
semi-seated position and glared down at her. "How on earth did
you ever pass the Stealth and Tracking portion of your Auror training?"
he demanded, trying to push her away.

"Well, it took me four tries, but I finally scraped by," she
said. "But to tell you the truth-" She suddenly threw her
arms around his neck and leaned forward. "This time it wasn't an
accident."

He was slammed against the floor again, except this time Tonks'
mouth was
squashed against his and her warm, supple body was no longer shaking
with
laughter. Instead, she was squirming slightly, her hips bucking
hungrily
against his. He raised his hands to push her away but found
instead
that he was wrapping his arms around her, his fingers roaming over her,
delighting
in the smooth feel of both her skin and the soft fabric of her
gown.
For a moment he relaxed and molded his body against hers, reveling in
the
scent of her perfume as it washed over him again.

But somewhere, in the back of his mind, there came flashes of most
unwelcome images. He saw a pair of giggling girls approaching
him, and heard Lucius' smooth voice drawling in his ear, making
introductions. One of the girl's laughter suddenly died away, her
eager smile replaced with a
crestfallen expression of resignation, as she realized who was to be
her date
for the evening. Then came the memory of another girl's voice, her
taunts and laughter echoing loudly in his ears before he finally
managed to drive it out of his mind. But no sooner had he rid
himself of that memory
than another even more horrible one pushed into his
consciousness. He
found himself in a dark, stinking room, thrusting madly between the
spread legs of a whore as she stared up at the ceiling in boredom.

"Wait!" he cried, trying to push the memory away. As he did
so, he
suddenly realized that his fingers were still wound tightly around his
wand.

His outburst had startled Tonks and as she drew back in surprise, he
energetically reared up and thrust her away from him. As they both
gasped for breath he raised the wand and pointed it in her direction.

She glanced down at the wand and looked slightly frightened for a
moment, before forcing a smile onto her face. "Oh, don't worry," she
began, inching toward him. "I've already done the Contraceptive
Charm," she assured him. She reached out with her hand as if to
playfully push the wand away, but he drew away from her with an angry
hiss. She glanced at his face and immediately froze in position.

He glanced around the room while keeping the wand pointed straight
at her.
"Do you swear," he hissed, "That we are alone?"

She blinked and there was sudden gleam of comprehension in her
eyes. "Yes," she said, slowly moving to her knees. "I
swear," she said softly, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her right
ear, "That we are alone and that the only reason I asked you here is so
that we could have sex. All right?"

He did not answer her, but made no move to stop her as she slowly
rose to her feet.

"C'mon, put your wand away," she pleaded, holding her hand out
again. "Or-" She stopped and shrugged her shoulders.
"Put a Petrificus charm on me and search the whole room if you
want." She inclined her head toward the discarded cloak.
"Since my wand is over there, there's not much I can do to stop you,
right?"

He continued to study her for several long seconds, but at last he
grudgingly lowered the wand and slowly rose to his feet. "It
would appear that, for an Auror, you are remarkably careless," he
noted, crossing his arms..

She grinned again, happy to see some of his usual surliness
reappear. "Yeah," she agreed. "Too horny for my own good
tonight. Sorry I kind of pounced on you there," she added,
apologetically, as she moved over to the bed and sat down.

Snape made no reply but glanced around the room again. For
just a
second, Tonks saw him sway unsteadily, and hid another smile as she
realized that perhaps he really had consumed just a little too much
alcohol tonight.

"Why don't you sit down for a moment?" she asked, patting the
bedcover beside her. In response, Snape merely continued to stare
at her. "Should I make some coffee?"

"No," he replied shortly, reluctantly lowering his arms and placing
his wand in his pocket before moving toward the bed.

"A Sobering Potion?" she teased.

"Prepared by you?" he snorted, throwing his head back so that he
could stare down his considerable nose at her.

"Sure, after all I did very well in Potions, didn't I?"

"Except for the fact that you had a regrettable tendency to upset
both your own cauldron and those of your immediate neighbors-yes," he
admitted, reluctantly. He sat down on the side of the bed and
then a split second later he had arisen from it in horror. There
was a strange, sloshing sound in the room as he stared down at the
surface of the bedcover, which appeared to be moving in gently rolling
waves. "What in Hades' name is that?" he exclaimed, pointing one
long, bony finger down at the piece
of furniture.

"It's a Muggle invention called a waterbed," cried Tonks, throwing
herself backwards onto it. Snape stared as the whole mattress
began to jostle up and down. "And it is great for sex," she added
with a smirk. "Especially for girl on top positions," she enthused,
arching her back. "C'mon, give it a feel," she urged, moving her
shoulders in a most seductive fashion.

"I beg your pardon?"

"It's nice and warm and soft," she insisted, sitting up and peeling
back a corner of the bedsheet.

Belatedly realizing that she was talking about the mattress, Snape
reluctantly moved forward and placed a hand upon the strange
cushion. He had to admit that the temperature was inviting, he
thought, pressing down upon
it. And, now that he was prepared for it, the combination of
cushioning
and buoyancy it afforded did seem quite pleasurable.

"Give it a try," she pleaded.

With a faint frown, he turned and sat down on the edge again and
then slowly
eased himself down upon his back. As he stared up at the
ceiling,
his legs still dangling over the edge, he had to admit that it was an
unusual,
but not altogether unpleasant, sensation.

"See, Snapes, isn't it great?"

He opened his mouth to reply and then grimaced and turned toward
her. "Snapes?"

She shrugged and smiled, reaching out to touch him playfully on the
nose. "That'll be my little 'nickname' for you, okay?"

Turning to his side, he propped his head upon his elbow and pursed
his lips. "Of course," he said, smoothly. "As long as you
are willing to be called Nymphadora," he replied.

Her eyes flew open angrily. "Don't you dare-" she began to
remonstrate.

"Then I suggest that you refer to me as 'Snape'," he said, carefully
enunciating the word as he returned to a seated position. "And I
shall continue to call you Tonks."

"All right," she agreed, a tone of cheerful resignation in her
voice. A moment later he felt her put her arms around his chest
and kiss him playfully upon the neck as she leaned against him.
"You know, I'm really rather surprised, Snape," she whispered
into his ear.

"That I am unfamiliar with this Muggle contraption?" he snorted,
gesturing toward the bed.

"No," she laughed, rubbing her torso against his back. "I just
thought that you were the type to rush in and ravish a girl," she
explained, brushing his hair aside so that she could flick her tongue
against his nape. "You're being a lot shyer than I thought you'd
be."

He craned his neck to shoot her a baleful glare. "I should
think that by the end of the evening, you will be thinking of many
adjectives with
which to describe me." He reached out suddenly to pull her
against him.
"And I very much doubt that the word 'shy' will be occurring to you
then."

"Oh, that sounds wicked," Tonks said, in a delighted tone of
voice. The next moment she was off the bed again and to Snape's
astonishment she was beginning to raise the gown up over her head.

"Are you going to keep that form, then?" he barked.

"Well-" she hesitated, looking quite surprised herself as she
allowed the
hem to slip back down to the floor. "You certainly seemed to like
it
before," she answered. Her teasing grin was back in place.
"Or
were you trying to catch flies with your mouth hanging open like that?"

A raised eyebrow was his only response.

"Of course, I can tweak it a bit," she offered, looking down the
front of the gown and screwing up her features in concentration.

Snape found himself watching, fascinated, as her breasts swelled and
thrust outward, straining the material of the bodice. For a
moment they churned violently, the sight reminding him rather unhappily
about the time Hagrid had presented him with a sackful of enraged
vipers. After a few seconds, they had grown so large that they
were popping over the top, the knoblike nipples that crowned the
hardened globes pointing determinedly upward toward the ceiling.

"Most chaps do like a bit more on top," she explained, ruefully,
staring down at them.

"Cease this foolishness immediately!"

She raised her eyes to Snape's face and found, to her surprise, that
he was scowling again and rubbing his forehead tiredly.

"Some infinitely immature males may be sent into fits of rapture by
the sight of a mammary gland that is larger than a regulation-size
Quaffle," he drawled. "But to my mind such enhancements are not
only unnecessary, but border upon the grotesque."

"Oh!" she murmured, quite surprised.

He sighed and dropped his hand to his lap. "I assure you," he
said, purposefully directing his gaze to her face, "That your own body,
in its
natural form, will be quite satisfactory."

Nodding her head, she closed her eyes and frowned again, with Snape
watching in silence as the breasts shrunk and fell back underneath the
cloth.

"What do you think?" she asked, shrugging her shoulders and
smoothing the
fabric down over her hips. Her own breasts, though nicely taut
and
perky, were quite smaller than the ones she had just been sporting, and
she
felt a shiver of apprehension as she raised her eyes to look at him
again. But Snape's gaze was fixed upon her hair.

"Well, that certainly is not your normal shade of hair, is it?" he
remarked, impatiently.

"Well, no," she replied. She closed her eyes for a moment, and
the red and green colors disappeared, to be replaced by a thick, short
and straight crop of dark brown hair. "See why I don't like it?"
she asked, defensively.

Snape was looking at her thoughtfully. "Can you not lengthen
it a
bit?" he asked.

"Sure," she said. In another instant, there were long tresses
cascading down her back and trailing upon the floor.

"I do not recall asking you to impersonate Rapunzel," he
remonstrated.

"All right," she said, placing her hands upon her hips. "How
about this?" In the blink of an eye, the hair was now shortened
so that it
fell to about the mid-point of her back.

"Yes, that is much more appropriate," he muttered, nodding his head.

"Oh, you men," she said, smiling as she sashayed over to him, "You
just love to wake up in the morning and see that long hair on the
pillow beside you, don't you?"

"Who says I am going to be here in the morning?" he challenged.

She leaned over him, allowing the sides of her hair to brush against
his face. "I do," she replied, huskily, as she bent down and
kissed him. This time, there was no hesitation as he reached out
to embrace her.

In a moment, she found herself being pulled down beside him and then
with a quick twist of his body she was suddenly lying on her back as
his fingers tore aside the thin fabric of her bodice, seeking and
finding her nipples. She gasped as he began to massage and pinch
them, her flesh responding to his ministrations by hardening into
rigidly sharp peaks. As her mouth opened, he thrust his tongue
deeply inside her, probing her there as his
fingers continued to caress her breasts. His kiss was long and
passionate,
and when she finally grew faint and struggled to turn away, he laughed
softly and rose up slightly so that he was staring down at her.

"And you still believe that I am shy?" he taunted.

"Oh, no," she replied, licking her lips as she brought her hands up
against the hardness that was straining against the fabric of his
trousers. "You've definitely started to emerge from your shell,"
she teased, as she cupped her right hand against him. He bent
down again and this time planted his lips upon her neck, alternating
rather tender kisses with playful nips. She smiled as she felt
his hips grind hungrily against her palm, but her grin faded slightly
as her left hand searched fruitlessly for a
way through the thick layers of clothing he was still wearing.

"Bloody hell, Snape!" she finally said, and waited until he had
drawn back
slightly and stared down into her face. "You haven't even taken
off
your ruddy cloak yet," she protested. "How's a girl supposed to
get
into your trousers with all that fabric in the way?"

"I suppose such sophistication of clothing is a bit beyond your
comprehension, isn't it?" he taunted, pulling back from her and swiftly
arising from the bed. He frowned slightly as he looked around the
room. "No closet, I see. What a horrid little room," he
said, shaking his head and retrieving his wand from his pocket. A
moment later, there was a large coat stand beside him.

"Well, that's what happens when you wait until the last minute,"
said Tonks,
rolling onto her stomach and smiling up at him. "You don't get a
choice,
you just have to take what's left." Although she stopped short of
winking
at him, Snape had no doubt that she was referring to their assignation
as
well.

"Ah, yes, but as you see," he replied, sweeping off his cloak and
placing it upon one of the hooks, "I am quite resourceful and
infinitely capable of changing things to my own satisfaction."

He hesitated for just a moment before placing his wand down upon the
surface of the bedside table. Tonks noted, with amusement, that
he had carefully placed it within easy reach should he need it.
Although at the moment she was much more fascinated by the sight of his
lean white fingers dancing down the front of his tightly-fitted frock
coat, deftly undoing the numerous buttons that fastened it
together. He shrugged off this garment as
well and spent a considerable amount of time brushing it off and
arranging
it carefully upon the peg.

"You are so careful about your clothes," she said, sighing and
rising to
her knees.

"Yes, much more than some people I could name," he answered, his
eyes sweeping
around the floor where her discarded shoes and cloak still lay.

He turned his attention to removing the crisp white shirt,
unbuttoning another long row of buttons down the front and then deftly
removing a pair of oval cufflinks, sparkling with green jewels from the
wrists and placing them carefully beside his wand.

Tonks leaned over the bed and reached out to pick up one of the
sparkling gems. Juggling it softly upon her open palm, she wet
her lips to whistle appreciatively. "Wow, Snape, these are quite
posh!" she said. "Real silver and emeralds, are they?"

"Actually it is platinum," he noted dryly, as he bent forward and
retrieved the stud from her hand and replaced it upon the table.

Turning to his side, he removed the shirt and hung it up upon the
rack. As he pivoted back toward Tonks, he noted with some relief
that her gaze seemed to be trained upon his pale chest and abdomen
rather than upon the indistinct dark mark that resided upon his left
forearm. In fact, her eyes were hungrily following the thin trail
of dark hair that led from underneath his navel, widened and
disappeared beneath the waistband of his trousers.

With a slight curl to his lip, he lifted his left foot up onto the
bed. "You mentioned the fact that you were rather fond of my
boots?" he asked. "In fact, I seem to recall a specific request
that I leave them on."

"Oh, yeah," she breathed, nodding enthusiastically.

"Well, there is a slight problem," he said, his voice taking on a
note of regret. "The cuffs are rather slim, you see. So if
you really wish for me to remove my trousers while retaining my
footwear, I shall be in need of your assistance."

She glanced up at him, looking slightly suspicious.

He tossed back his head and crossed his arms over his chest.
"I believe
if you undo all those buttons, I shall be able to manage the maneuver,"
he
clarified.

"All right," she eagerly agreed. Scooting over to the side of
the bed, she bent down over his foot and applied herself to the arduous
task
of working the long row of buttons through the tiny openings.
Snape
took advantage of her preoccupation to study the pleasing outline of
her
figure, and the sight and feel of her long brown hair flowing over her
shoulders
and brushing against his shin and boot as she labored. His
sensitive
nose was now not only detecting the traces of her perfume, but also the
faint
but discernible scent of her growing arousal. However, he kept his
features
carefully neutral and, when she had managed to undo all of the buttons
on
one side, shifted the position of his feet without further comment.

Her fingers had apparently become accustomed to the task, for she
finished this side much more quickly than the first. The final
button on this side proved to be rather stubborn, however, and after
several seconds of attempting to force it through the narrow opening,
there was a sharp snapping sound and then the dull clink of the button
hitting the floorboard.

"Oops, sorry!" Tonks giggled, glancing up to find Snape clucking his
tongue and shaking his head in disappointment.

Dropping his foot back to the floor, he leaned over to retrieve his
wand. With a whispered, "Accio button," the small fastening flew
into his hand
and he examined it for a few seconds before tossing it onto the table
beside
the cufflinks.

"A pity," he remarked, replacing his wand upon the table as
well. Turning back to face the bed, the corners of his mouth rose
subtly as his hands drifted down to the thin black belt around his
waist, and his fingers began to unfasten the silver buckle.

"Don't you want me to do that?" she asked, sitting back on her knees
again.

"No," he replied coolly, pivoting toward the coat rack and carefully
hanging the belt over one of the pegs, "I am afraid that, due to your
less than
satisfactory performance upon the cuffs, I dare not trust you with this
delicate task." Dipping his head in such a way that his long dark
hair fell over his face and obscured his features, he began to undo the
row of buttons on his fly. The position allowed him to glance
surreptitiously
through the curtain of hair and observe Tonks' avid attempt to examine
the
area in question. With one fluid motion, he suddenly turned and
sat
down on the side of the bed, pulling his trousers down as he did
so.
He felt rather than saw the woman craning her neck and attempting to
peek
over his shoulder. Although the trouser legs were still quite
narrow,
he was able to work them over the boots without too much difficulty. As
he felt Tonks move toward him, he suddenly arose from the bed again and
spent
a considerable amount of time folding the garment carefully before
hanging
it over the rack.

For her part, Tonks was beginning to marvel at the speed with which
the wizard seemed to have sobered up and regained his
equilibrium. But
her thoughts on that score were swiftly replaced with a much more
immediate fascination regarding the large bulge now tenting out the
front of his dark
boxers. But her hands had barely started to move toward him when
he
backed away slightly and cleared his throat disapprovingly.

"I believe it is your turn to remove an article of
clothing," he said.

She rolled her eyes and laughed quietly. "You're the one who
stopped me from taking this off before," she noted, as she cheerfully
began to work the gown over her head. Within seconds, it was
tossed over the side of the bed and joined her other clothing on the
floor. Her small,
high breasts were exposed now. A pair of pale blue, silky knickers was
her
only clothing, and she arched her back slightly, noting with
satisfaction
that Snape's dark eyes were staring hungrily at her exposed
breasts.
After a moment, however, he directed his gaze in the direction of her
discarded garment.

"I do hope you know some cleaning and anti-wrinkling spells," he
chastised.

"Oh, I know lots of spells," she said, grinning wickedly as she
began to
work her fingers under the thin material of her knickers.

"No!" he exclaimed, and she turned to him with a surprised look.

"I get to remove those," he said, his own mouth widening into an
evil grin
as he suddenly leapt onto the bed, "When I am ready, of course."

Before she could react, his long fingers were grasped about her
wrists and she found herself being forced down onto the bed, both of
their bodies bobbing slightly as the waterbed moved beneath them.
She felt her hands
being pinned to the side of her shoulders, but before she could voice
an
objection, she felt his warm mouth suddenly clamping down upon her left
nipple.
He expertly played upon the sensitized flesh, alternating movements
with
his tongue, lips and teeth to excite the already aroused mound into an
painfully
pleasurable hardness. Closing his eyes, he began to suck hard
upon
the firm tip, but as soon as he heard her excited squeal, he suddenly
released
his hold. He heard her groan faintly, but before the sigh had
even
died from her lips, his mouth had fastened upon her right nipple.
The
sounds coming from her lips now were definitely ones of arousal and
pleasure.

Fighting back a smile, Snape raised his head slightly and began to
blow air upon the moistened nubs. She had been silly, he thought,
to worry about the size of her breasts. Although small, they were
delightfully firm and were topped by large and plump nipples, their
normally brown color rapidly becoming pinkish as he continued to play
with them. He paused for a moment to brush his lips against
her mouth, but before she could respond properly, he returned his
attention to her breasts. He was
lying between her spread legs now, his torso molded against her abdomen
as
his own pelvis ground into the seductive warmth of the mattress. To his
amusement, he felt her raise her feet and wrap them around his hips,
realizing that
she was attempting to remove his underwear with her toes.
Suddenly
rearing up, he moved forward and allowed his erection to press against
her
stomach as he kissed her.

She opened her mouth eagerly, accepting his tongue and sucking on it
immediately. After a few moments, he broke off the embrace and
stared down at her. She was still trying, unsuccessfully, to free
her hands from his grasp.

"Would you care to take something else in your mouth?" he asked, the
studied tone of politeness in his voice rather belied by its huskiness.

Tonks ran her tongue over his lips and threw back her head.
"You know I do," she answered.

He released her and quickly moved into a position of kneeling over
her head. She raised her hands to the waistband of his briefs and
pulled them down, releasing his throbbing tumescence. But
before she could move again, he grasped the base and guided the
thickened shaft into her mouth. She closed her eyes and tilted
her head back, managing
to take him in completely in one smooth movement. Shifting his
weight slightly, he braced himself against the wall with his hands and
closed his eyes as well as she began to play with him, and within
seconds his deep, appreciative
growl was thundering through the air.

Sweet Circe, he thought, grimacing as his hips began to grind
forward-he had never been sucked like this before. Most women
contented themselves to licking a man's prick or applying a bit of
pressure as they moved it between
their lips. Tonks' mouth was applying an amazing amount of
suction
and simultaneously performing movements with her tongue and lips that
were
absolutely superb. At the same time, her hands were wound tightly
around
his balls, alternating tender caresses with rather firm squeezes.
His
fingernails scratched against the wall for a moment and then he emitted
another
loud and contented moan.

"You did put a silencing spell on the room, did you not?" he managed
to pant after a few moments.

"Mmm-hmm," replied Tonks.

If he was unsure that whether it was an affirmative response, his
doubts were erased by the fact that she was nodding her head, the
supplementary motion only adding to his pleasure. But to his
disappointment, he felt her raise her hands to his stomach and begin to
push him away.

"I don't mind swallowing it, Snape," she assured him, dropping her
hand so that she could run her fist along the lubricated surface of his
member, "But I really want you in my pussy, too."

He frowned down at her for a moment and she twirled her tongue
around the
swollen tip. "Please?" she asked.

He attempted to keep his features set into a severe expression, but
as she continued to tease him she saw that there was a faint twitching
at his jaw.

"I can do some incredible things with that too," she promised.

"Very well," he said, in a rather truculent tone of voice.

Moving away from her, he arose from the bed and quickly finished
removing his boxers. To Tonks' amusement, even this humble
garment was carefully placed upon one of the pegs.

He turned back to the bed to see that she had begun to work her
hands underneath
the fabric of her own knickers.

"Ah!" he cried out, and her fingers stilled instantly.

"Oh, that's right," she said, raising her arms back over her
head. "You get dibs on taking off those, don't you?" She
smiled and closed her eyes, arching her hips and lifting her feet to
assist him as he stripped the panties off of her. Then she
happily stretched out her legs into a spread-eagle position and
shivered slightly in anticipation as she felt him climb back onto the
bed. To her surprise, however, she felt neither his fingers or
his mouth upon her, and after several long seconds she finally opened
her eyes to find him staring down between her legs with an expression
of immense dissatisfaction.

"I thought," he said, rising to his knees and curling his lip again,
"That we had agreed that I wished to see your body in its natural
state?"

She glanced down at her abdomen and began to laugh. "Oops,
sorry, Snape," she cooed, brushing her fingers against the soft mass of
pastel-blue hair adorning her groin. "I honestly forgot that I
had colored it to
match my outfit tonight. Although," she said, lifting her bum
slightly and allowing her fingers to rub against her labia, "It's kind
of festive, isn't it?"

"It definitely brings to mind memories of a carnival," he said
coolly, reaching down to grasp her wrist and move her hand to the side.
"But unfortunately, the thought of thrusting myself into a
candy-floss-colored quim is distinctly distasteful." He released
her hand and she allowed it to drop to the bed as her eyebrows drew
together puckishly.

"Quim?" she repeated.

"Pudenda," he amended, crossing his hands over his chest.

She pursed her lips thoughtfully. "Hmm, that sounds a little
more familiar, but-"

"Twat? Surely you are familiar with that particular word," he
snarled.

"Oh, yes," she replied, giggling again. "Quim, huh? You
learn something new every day." With a flourish, she mimed
dipping a quill into an inkwell and writing the word across her open
palm. "Will this be
on the final exam, sir?" she teased.

"No, but if you wish to avoid a deduction of house points, I advise
you to transfigure this-" he said, pointing down imperiously at
the blue curls. "Into something more unaffected."

"All right," she said, closing her eyes as she concentrated on the
change. "How's that?" But when she opened her eyes, she saw
that he still looked
annoyed.

The light-colored hair had disappeared, but in its place was nothing
but bare skin.

"No," he replied, shortly.

"Ah, c'mon Snape," she cajoled, "Blokes go wild over the
shaved look-lets
you peek in and see everything nice and clearly," she protested.

"There is something to be said for a hint of mystery," he
drawled. The corners of his lips twitched slightly before he
continued: "Or for the thrill of a careful and thorough
exploration."

"There's no pleasing you, is there?"

He tilted his head to the side and sighed in a long-suffering
manner. "I should like a small thatch of hair that matches the
color currently residing upon your head," he said. "I assume you
are capable of granting that simple request?"

"Sure," she said, nodding her head and closing her eyes as she
concentrated on the transformation. "Any special reason you're so
set upon this?" she asked as she opened her eyes.

"Of course," he said, leaning down and positioning himself between
her legs. For a moment his tongue flicked out and lightly circled
her navel.
"I look forward to transforming this parched grassland into a veritable
swamp,"
he whispered, reaching down to carefully thrust a finger into
her.
"It will shortly be slick with wetness," he promised, as his fingertip
began
to play against her clit.

"I believe you," she said, her voice shaking slightly as her body
reflexively arched upward. "Oh, that is good," she
murmured, bringing her hands down to her breasts and beginning to play
with her hardening nipples. "But-"

His movements suddenly ceased. "But?" he repeated,
incredulously, raising his head to glare at her face.

"Since you mentioned exploring before," she said, grinning down at
him. "There is this really sensitive place, kind of in the back-"

"Ah," he said, laughing softly. Shifting position, he moved
his left
thumb to her clitoris as he inserted the long forefinger of his right
hand
into her. "You will let me know when I have found it?" he asked,
continuing
to circle her aroused nub as he began to gently push and prod inside of
her,
watching her face carefully.

"Oh, gods," she shrieked suddenly, her whole body jerking off the
bed as
he brushed against a spot deep within her.

"I shall assume I have located it," he smirked, as he returned his
finger to the spot and pressed against it once more.

Her only response was a long groan as he continued to work his hands
in concert with each other, slowing and quickening the pace and varying
the
intensity of strokes. She felt him suddenly slide upwards and,
without
interfering with the rhythm of his hands, he nudged her fingers away so
that
he could begin sucking and licking at her nipples again. Her
panting
became mingled with little mewing noises as she wove her fingers
through
his hair and urged him on. It took only a few minutes before her
hips
heaved forward, a long, sustained shriek rising from her throat as she
bucked
against his hands and shivered.

As she fell back onto the bed, she felt him plant a kiss upon a vein
that was throbbing against her throat.

"That appeared to go rather well," he noted, sardonically, his
fingers brushing lightly against her again.

She laughed and moved back slightly, not quite ready for additional
stimulation.

"But not quite moist enough yet," he said, his palm rubbing in
gentle circles
upon her dampened curls.

"No, wait just a minute," she pleaded, gasping for breath.

"Why, dear, are you shy?" he taunted, reaching out to grab a pillow
from beside her. Within seconds she found her bottom being lifted
up and placed upon the cushion and she squealed in delight as she felt
his finger thrust back inside of her. But this time it was his
tongue flicking against the top of her entrance.

"Oh, g-g-gods, Snape!" she cried, shuddering as she felt his mouth
close around her clit.

He laughed and carefully bit down upon the tender bud. "You
are not
the only one in possession of a nimble mouth," he noted, through his
clenched
teeth. Releasing his hold, he concentrated on bringing her to
climax
once more. Her scream this time was even more prolonged than the
first,
and the thrashing of her body left him no doubt that the orgasm was
earth-shattering
in its intensity. He gave her several minutes to recuperate
before
sliding up to lay on top of her, thrusting the pillow out of the way
and
urging her legs farther apart.

"No," she murmured, as his mouth closed over hers and she felt his
cock nudge against her opening.

"No?" he said, reprovingly.

"Let me be on top?" she pleaded.

"Hmm," he replied, moving slightly so that his hardness was pressing
against her hipbone.

"Please-" she began. But with one fluid motion, he managed to
shift his weight and turn so that he lay beneath her.

"Yes," he said, stretching languidly for a moment before bringing
his arms
up and resting his head against his entwined hands. "I have
indeed earned a rest, haven't I?"

She grinned and quickly repositioned herself between his spread
knees.

"I do love these boots," she said, stroking the glossy surface of
the black
leather for a moment before slowly moving her hands upward to caress
the
inner skin of his thighs.

"So you have mentioned," he replied, the casualness of his voice
belied by the erratic jerking motion of his member as she continued to
make her way up toward his groin. He gasped sharply as her tongue
rolled over his balls and her fingers closed over his aroused
manhood. A moment later her warm mouth was once more wrapped
hungrily around him. Her sucking this time was much gentler, and
after a few moments she released him
and moved back to her knees, straddling him.

"Enough preliminaries?" she asked, positioning herself as she
reached down to grasp him in her hand.

"Yes," he said, his black eyes fixed upon her face as his hips
surged forward.

She smiled and slid onto him, a low, pleased moan escaping from her
lips as she lowered herself against him. He raised his hands to
her breasts as she moved to brace herself against his chest, making a
few slow, experimental thrusts as she sank down upon him.

"Oh, dear Merlin," she groaned, chewing on her lip for a moment as
she began to push against him, "I knew this would be great." She
took in
another deep breath before continuing in a very contented tone.
"Chaps
with big conks always have marvelous cocks as well."

She felt him laughing underneath her. "Indeed, is this your
professional opinion after conducting a massive-" He paused here
to shove himself deeply within her, "study of the subject?"

"Not massive, maybe, but on the other hand-" She
paused and clenched her vaginal muscles tightly against him for a
moment. "I've never been proven wrong yet."

"Ah," he said, his own breath starting to become ragged as they
began to
thrust against each other, "We come to the real reason why you chose me
over
Lupin."

Tonks began to giggle. "Yeah, Snape, you got me. Nice
guy, but definitely too small of a nose." With a mischievous grin
she raised her chin and closed her eyes for a moment. The air
around her face
shimmered for a moment, before her nose suddenly took on a decidedly
different
shape. In fact, it appeared to be an exact replicate of Remus
Lupin's
proboscis. "Yep," she said, raising her hand and stroking it
gently.
"Way too small."

"Very funny," he drawled.

"On the other hand," she said, frowning in concentration.

The nose suddenly began to grow longer, larger and broader, within a
few seconds reaching such a size that one began to doubt her head's
ability
to remain upright under the weight of it. Tonks began to cackle
madly as Snape scowled at her, his own hand rubbing his own nose as if
to reassure himself that it was still attached to his face.

"Oh, you still have yours," she said, furling the large nostrils
experimentally. "I just used it as a model for this one."

"I demand that you return it to its normal form at once!" he
growled.

Tonks grinned and bobbed up and down upon his still-erect member
before replying, "Make me."

Snape's eyes narrowed dangerously and a moment later his hand had
flown to her face, the knuckles of his second and third finger gripped
around the
alien snout.

"Ouch!" she cried, as his fingers tightened painfully around it.

"Change it back!" he ordered.

Instead, he felt her spasm around him again. But this time,
the pressure
she applied was deliberately and painfully uncomfortable.

"I'll let go when you do," she bargained, sweetly. But before
she could savor her victory too much she noticed, to her chagrin, that
he had ceased the movements of his hips and was lying completely still
underneath her.

"Okay, then," she said, "Together, on the count of three?"

Although his eyebrows were raised rather mutinously, he inclined his
head the merest fraction of an inch.

"One, two, three."

With a sneer, he released his hold, simultaneously feeling her
muscles relaxing as he did so.

"All right, I can take a hint," she muttered, massaging the nose as
it slowly returned to its initial shape.

"I sincerely doubt that," he huffed, reaching out to clench his
fingers into the firm flesh of her buttocks as he ground into her
again. In response, she tightened her legs around his hips and
moved down to support herself on her hands as she thrust against
him. After a few moments, he moved his hands upward, keeping his
right arm around her waist as his left moved back to caress her
bosom. Clasping her tightly, he moved his mouth to her nape,
sucking forcefully upon the tender skin as he heard her begin to moan
and pant once more. As his own climax approached, he released his
hold upon her neck and threw back his head, raising both hands
to clutch her breasts as his hips rose into the air. The feel of
her
walls spasming around him sent him over the edge, and his thundering
groan
was answered by high, keening sound as she shuddered against him.

The hot spurts of ejaculate seemed to stream out forever, and then
he was
content to lay quietly as his member slowly softened and slipped out of
her.
When he had finally caught his breath again he realized that she was
collapsed,
exhausted, on top of him. She moaned softly as he raised his hand
to
push the hair away from her face, and smiled as she felt his lips brush
against
hers.

"That was fantastic," she whispered.

"More than adequate," he allowed.

She laughed quietly and then moved her head slightly so that she
could look down at his feet. "You going to keep your boots on
while you sleep?"
she asked.

"I do not intend to sleep here," he said.

"Oh, sure you do," she said, suddenly pushing away from him and
rising from the bed.

He made no further objections, closing his eyes as she bent down to
pull off his boots and socks.

"You want the socks hung on the rack as well?" she asked,
facetiously.

Without opening his eyes, he frowned and replied, "No, placing them neatly
within the boots will be sufficient."

He heard a soft thumping as she placed the boots upon the floor,
followed shortly afterward by the sound of her blowing out the candles.
Even through his closed lids, he could see the light fade away, and
then he felt her crawl back into the bed, and lean down to retrieve the
blankets. She pulled the covers up to his neck and then snuggled
companionably against him. He remained on his back as she turned
onto her right side and
threw her left leg over his. Her skin was smooth and soft, and
the
stream of his own cum which was flowing down her thigh was still warm.

"Good night, Snape," she whispered, laying her head against his
shoulder.

His left arm slowly wrapped around her waist.

"Good night, Tonks."
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