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Secretly Slytherin	By : Veresna Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 12269 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 27: Let the Games Begin
There was a great deal of sunlight streaming in the windows, but Helena was still grateful for a large roaring fire as she sat on the couch in the Ravenclaw Common Room on Friday morning. Madam Pomfrey had finally decided that morning after breakfast that she was well enough to return to the dormitory, though most of her housemates had already gone off to their first class by the time she had arrived. After a brief visit to her room to change into fresh clothes, she had descended back down the stairs to ensconce herself on the large sofa and try to catch up with three days worth of missed classes. To her relief, it appeared that Ang and Des had done the main work of assembling notes and homework assignments for her, for she had no desire to depend on Lewis at the moment.
While in her room, she had briefly frowned at her desk, wondering if she should go through it to see if Lewis had been rifling through it again, but she found herself too weary to complete the task. Instead, she had contented herself with putting Malfoy’s letter on top of the stack of papers and drawings in the same drawer that the young man had stolen from before. She found herself rather hoping that Lewis, not realizing that it had come from her father, would think it was something that Malfoy would want to see. And get some kind of punishment for his efforts. For, in the days that had passed since she had first faced up to the reality of the situation, her feelings of hurt and betrayal had hardened into something resembling hatred.
Of course, she was also wondering if Malfoy was beginning to wonder what was taking her so long to respond to his missive. Besides the fact that she had not felt strong enough physically to undertake the task of writing back to him, she had no intention of agreeing to meet him until she was sure that Severus would accompany her. And, she was afraid that she was going to have to wait until Monday evening to talk to him. If Snape was still planning on allowing her access to his rooms then, of course.
She sighed and tossed the parchment and books aside for a moment. She wished she had some idea of what he was feeling. When she had first declared that she was ending the affair, she had been infuriated by his smug assurance that she would soon be reconsidering her decision. She felt fairly certain that her unfortunate accident had aroused some feelings of concern and compassion for her, but she feared that she had dashed that aside with her contemptuous treatment of him, and her flippant declaration that she intended to pursue Lewis. And, of course, she was not quite certain how to factor in the information that he had spoken to Malfoy this week. Especially as she was not certain as to whether or not he had known Lucius was her father before the meeting. Or just how angry or upset he was with her because she had not confessed, despite his repeated entreaties, that her father was someone with whom he had more than a passing acquaintance.
She frowned into the dancing flames of the fire. It was too bad that she had Advanced Potions on Monday afternoon and that her accident had taken place on Tuesday morning. For if it had been one of the classes that her hospitalization had forced her to miss, she could at least use the excuse that she needed a clarification on some point of homework to seek him out.
She had also briefly considered sending him an owl. But, what the hell could she say other than "I need to see and talk to you?" And even that might seem a somewhat suspicious message if someone intercepted it. And, she admitted, part of her was scared that, if he was really angry with her, he might simply ignore her plea to meet with her. Especially if he had decided to punish her for her previous remarks. At least if she could see him face to face, she might be able to persuade him that it was urgent. She certainly didn’t feel up to incurring his wrath by just showing up at his door unannounced. Besides, she shook her head, it was bad enough that Pomfrey was aware of their relationship. There was no need to arouse anyone else’s suspicions by wondering why she was going out of her way to see him so soon after being discharged from the infirmary. She also doubted that he had left the hidden portal to his rooms open to her. Even if she were strong enough at the moment to attempt a transfiguration again, which she doubted.
She let her head fall back over the edge of the couch. Maybe, if she got enough rest tonight, she could go to the Quidditch match tomorrow. It would be Slytherin versus Gryffindor, always an emotional and hard-fought game. She could hope that everyone would be so involved with the action that no one would notice her attempting to gain Snape’s attention across the field. And if so-
She glanced quickly around the Common Room, although she was certain that she was alone. She drew the afghan that was covering her up to her neck, and sneaked a hand between her thighs and under her underwear and furtively began to stroke herself gently. She could allow herself to hope that there was at least a faint possibility that he would allow her to come to his rooms and discuss the situation. And after talking, maybe they would "make up". In that nice, big soft bed of his. Or on the couch. Or on the floor.
***Hell, I’d even let him bend me over that damned desk of his again.***
Her hand began to move more quickly and more firmly against her flesh. In the past days, her sleep had remained broken and restless. Whenever she dreamed of Snape, it was to see him caressing and kissing someone else-sometimes Ang, sometimes Kathleen. She had once even dreamed that she had walked in on him giving Madam Pince a firm screwing on the floor of the library. And every time, every dream, his black eyes had glinted at her, laughing at her frustration. It wasn’t quite as bad as the week she had spent under the influence of ‘Lover’s Weed’, and she was sure her inner turmoil and uncertainty was adding fodder to the unconscious fears and desires that were coming out in her dreams. Still…..
She heard a sound at the entryway and hurriedly withdrew her hand from its ministrations. It was Stephanie Bountman and some other Ravenclaw fourth years making their way back into the Common Room. Helena glanced up at the clock above the mantel and registered her surprise. Afternoon classes should still be going on for another hour.
"You’re out early," she noted.
Stephanie laughed and shrugged her shoulders. "Well, so many of the Hufflepuffs got hurt at ‘Care of Magical Creatures’ that Hagrid said we might as well all take off early. He was going to have to take eight of them to the hospital."
"Nothing serious I hope?"
"Nope, one of the Whirring Whirlygigs got out of its cage and started peeing over everyone."
"Ah." Helena nodded. Whirlygig urine was rather caustic and caused a severe rash. But, they would all be quickly and completely healed by the application of a simple salve. "No Ravenclaws got hurt?"
"No, we were standing on the other side and Hagrid managed to wrestle him down to the ground before he got to us. Although, I think he was out of ‘ammunition’ by then anyway."
Stephanie sat down in one the armchairs and tossed her book bag on the floor. "What are you studying?" she asked.
"Oh, some Charms and Defense Against the Dark Arts stuff," she replied.
"Not Arithmancy?" Stephanie asked, a bit of disappointment in her voice.
"Well, no," admitted Helena. Her class didn’t meet until today, so she was expecting Des or Lewis to bring her Arithmancy homework assignment with them when they returned. "Oh," she added, suddenly realizing why Stephanie was so interested. "I’m sorry, do you need some help?" she asked, rather guiltily. She had been rather neglecting some of her tutoring duties lately, even without the added complications of the past week.
"Well, I hate to make you work so soon after you’ve just gotten out of the hospital-" began Stephanie.
"No problem," insisted Helena. "In fact, I’d be grateful for the chance to concentrate on something other than my own stuff for awhile."
Within a few minutes, both she and the younger girl were had their heads bent over a piece of parchment as they worked on a particularly knotty problem. By the time they had completed that assignment, the other Ravenclaw students were pouring into Common Room, their classes having been dismissed at the normal time. Two more of her students took advantage of her presence to ask for her help with Arithmancy, and before she knew it she had to hurry to make it to the Great Hall in time to have dinner.
Ang and Kathleen were thrilled to see her join them at the table, and there was even a small smattering of applause from the other students as she took her usual seat. She dared glanced up at the head table and noticed, rather to her disappointment, that Snape was engaged in a deep conversation with Madam Hooch. Although she refused to believe that there was an attraction between the two teachers (Helena happened to believe, along with a fair number of other students, that Hooch was a confirmed lesbian), she still found herself hating how intently Snape was concentrating on her as they spoke. Her lip curled slightly, and she wondered if he was making a last ditch attempt to make sure that Slytherin received appropriate attention during the match tomorrow. Since Gryffindor had already beat Ravenclaw, it was imperative that Slytherin win the match tomorrow.
Then she allowed her eyes to drift down the room, along the Slytherin table until they rested upon the sight of Malfoy. She had heard (from Pomfrey and her fellow Ravenclaws) the story of how his nose had come to be broken and that he had been in the infirmary at the same time as she was. And had realized that the only reason Snape had known about her injury so soon after it happened was because he had escorted Draco to the hospital wing. Although his nose looked perfectly healed she noticed, to her contempt, that he periodically lifted a finger along the bridge to stroke it gently, apparently wanting to remind everyone how sore it was. She stared at him, noting again how much he resembled his father. Her father. She frowned and wondered whether or not Draco had any idea that he had a half-sibling. She doubted it. And she was certainly in no hurry to inform him of the situation. The little twit was so vain and proud that she was sure he would be chagrined beyond measure to learn that he had a Ravenclaw sibling.
She smiled maliciously. Especially one with a better scholastic record than his.
She glanced back up at the head table and her smile disappeared. Severus had disappeared. Without so much as a glance in her direction.
On that score, she was quite wrong. He had been quite aware of her entrance into the Great Hall and her subsequent unhappiness when he had refused to return her glance while he was talking to Hooch. He had also noted her rather contemptuous look over at Malfoy. And had taken advantage of the distraction to make his hasty departure.
He smiled as he made his way down to his rooms in the dungeon. He might as well get some papers graded while he could. He doubted that she would be taking her final dose of medicine until later that night. At which time, she would be very anxious to have his undivided attention.
*****
After dinner, Helena walked back to the Common Room with Ang and Des and soon a whole group of them were laughing and talking, making playing wagers on the outcome of the Quidditch match tomorrow. Although she found herself unable to make much eye contact with Lewis, Helena hoped that her general demeanor towards him was normal enough that he was not realize that she had learned about his secret activities. Kathleen was once again spending most of her time hanging near him, although she no longer was keeping her hands constantly upon him. Helena wondered if that meant she had taken her advice to "cool things off" for awhile.
By nine o’clock, she found herself nodding off, and the pains in her ribcage and leg, which had disappeared over the past twenty-four hours began to reassert themselves. She made her excuses, even managing to look Lewis in the eye as she bid him goodnight, and slowly climbed up the stairs to her room.
Once there she lay, exhausted, on top of her covers for a few minutes, debating whether or not she had the strength to change into her nightshirt. The urgent need to visit the bathroom got her up to her feet again, and she managed to throw of her clothes and pull the nightgown over her head before collapsing again, this time underneath the covers.
She took the bottle of medicine into her hands and regarded it thoughtfully. She had purposefully only taken a few sips out of it today. For truly, earlier in the day she had felt completely healed, if still somewhat tired. And since Pomfrey had refused to replenish her supply, she had wanted to stretch it out the dose as long as possible. Now, however, with the pain in her leg refusing to subside, she decided to drink all of the rest of the bottle. If nothing else, it should help her sleep through the night. And, if she were in need of some pain relief tomorrow, she might be able to use that as a pretext for seeking Snape out during or after the match. And, if he could see for himself that she was truly in need of some medicine, maybe he would take pity on her.
At any rate, she decided, there was no reason to deny herself some relief now. She unscrewed the cap and threw her head back as she swallowed the remainder of the liquid, surprised once again at how tasty it was. In fact, she paused for a moment and sniffed at the bottle, it seemed almost a tad sweeter than the other doses she had taken. Then she shook her head and sighed. Probably just her imagination, she decided, yawning as she felt the by now familiar warmth and numbness start to trickle through her veins. She barely had time to replace the bottle on the table next to her bed before her eyebrows began to droop, and she feel asleep before turning the lights out. As such, she was oblivious to the fact that at the bottom of the empty bottle a small, translucent, marble-shaped piece of glass that was firmly attached to the base of the began to glow faintly…..
In his office, Snape was distracted from his grading by the faint glimmer beginning to shine from the small, transparent marble that had been carefully placed in a dish at the side of his desk. He smiled as he watched the light grow. That could only mean that its twin was now no longer covered by liquid, signifying that she had finally drained the last of the medicine. He glanced at his watch. It was a quarter past eight. Which meant that by a quarter after ten, she would be quite ready for him. He tapped his quill thoughtfully against his chin. If he returned to his chambers by nine-thirty, he should have everything quite prepared for her. And time to slip into a nice, warm bath while he awaited her.
******
It was an exceptionally cold and windy day for a Quidditch match. Helena shivered as she tried to keep warm despite the heavy coat and mittens she was wearing. Across the field Snape was sitting, wearing a heavy coat and with a thick, woolen scarf thrown around his neck, but no gloves covering his long, slim fingers. For some reason, the players were all flying low today, very near the playing field, and she found it hard to keep Severus in her sights as the chasers and beaters constantly flew in front of her. He refused to look at her, his attention focused on the quick, darting movements of the players. She found herself growing colder and colder, swearing that her fingertips were growing numb, and she tried to heat them up by blowing on them with her warm breath. But that only seemed to accentuate their coldness every time she stopped. She sighed and began to rub her hands up and down her arms in an attempt to keep warm. Then she stamped her feet and ran her hands up and down her thighs. It was no use. She was feeling quite frozen and thought she might as well give up trying to get his attention.
She stood up and prepared to make her excuses as she stepped over the other spectators on her way to the aisle and down the steps. As she went to move however, she suddenly found herself taking in a quick and surprised gasp of breath. It felt like someone’s hand was creeping up the inside of her thigh. She looked down, but could see no one near her. She glanced over in Severus’ direction, but the players were once again obscuring her view of him. She swallowed and sat down, trying to compose herself. As her bottom hit the cold, hard bench, she gasped again. For now, it felt like there was a warm hand rubbing against her, one finger beginning to work its way into her. She caught in her breath and clasped her hands on her knees as the intensity of the sensation increased. She looked over to the other side of the field. Now she could see Severus, and there was a nasty smile upon his face. He had now covered himself in a heavy wool blanket that fell from his shoulders to the ground, and his arms and hands were hidden underneath him.
She caught sight of a faint, sudden movement underneath the cloak and this time she could not prevent a gasp from escaping her as she felt two fingers push into her and a thumb begin to rub forcefully against her clitoris. She tried desperately to lock her knees together and push him out, but that only succeeded in tightening the sensation and intensify the fullness of the feeling of penetration. She cried out again and spread her legs open wide, ignoring the startled looks of her fellow spectators. She raised her hands to her breasts and began to fondle herself as she felt three fingers thrust up into her while another palm began to stroke and caress her inner thighs. She closed her eyes and moaned, giving in to the sensation.
"Asleep again, Miss Harrison?"
Her eyes flew open. The hands had been abruptly removed. And now she was in the Potion’s Classroom. Back in her old place besides Ang.
"I realize, of course, that you have already made this difficult potion. But, perhaps you could stay awake long enough to see how well the others have done?"
He leaned over the side of the desk and waited for her reply. She glanced around at the other students. They all seemed to be intently surveying the contents of their own cauldrons. She swallowed and allowed her hand to trail up the front of his trousers, pausing as she came to the large bulge that was straining against the dark fabric. He smiled down at her, not in the least disconcerted at her touch. Frantically, she gestured at him to lean over so she could whisper in his ear.
He leant further over, and she brushed back the hair behind his ears as she brought her lips next to his ear.
"Please, I need you to fuck me," she whispered.
He drew back and regarded her mockingly. "Right now, Miss Harrison?"
She moved slightly, and felt her moistness drip through her panties. "Yes, right now!" she pleaded.
He shook his head. "You have to wait your turn," he replied. He looked over to the other side of the table. "Is your potion ready, Miss Carver?"
"Yes, sir." It was Ang, smiling and quite pleased with herself, dipping her fingers into her cauldron. When she pulled her hand out, the fingertips were coated with a blue, translucent goo.
Snape walked over to her and nodded approvingly. "Very good, Miss Carver."
Helena watched in dismay as he brought her fingertips up to his mouth and began to such the gel off of them. "Yes, very tasty," he enthused. He let the last bit of goo drip off unto his lips and waited until it had melted and absorbed into his skin. Then he raised his own finger and gently touched the spot. "And quite effective," he added.
He turned to face the front of the class. "Attention, class!" he called. "Miss Carver and I are about to demonstrate the wonderful, sense-enhancing qualities of a well-made Sensitizing Potion. Gather around."
There was a squeaking and shuffling sound as chairs pushed back and the students came to gather around their table. Angelique smiled again and rose to her feet, throwing off her robe. Underneath, she wore only a tight tee shirt and a pair of thong underwear.
"No!" cried Helena. "Severus, no, fuck me instead. Please!"
Snape turned back to her, his eyes blazing with fury. "I told you not to interrupt!" he hissed. He prowled over to her and placed his hands upon her shoulders, forcing her back down to her chair. "Sit down," he ordered. His eyes gleamed maliciously. "And be quiet," he added.
The next thing she knew, she felt ropes swirling around her body and she was bound tightly to the chair. A moment later, a gag appeared in her mouth.
Angelique was standing before Snape and in a moment he had wrestled the shirt over her head and his hands were working away on the small, sharp nipples that thrust out of her tiny, flat breasts. She moaned in pleasure as he began to apply the potion to them. A moment later, he dropped his head and began to suck fiercely away on the hard nubs.
"You are as flat as a boy, Miss Carver," he muttered. And then his hand slipped between her legs. "But you are most assuredly a woman, aren’t you?" He laughed as he began to slip his fingers into her.
Helena tried again to scream, managing only to make a muffled cry as she tried, unsuccessfully, to work the gag out of her mouth.
"Oh, don’t worry," said Severus, turning his head to smile at her. "I’m not going to fuck her." He turned back towards the mob of students. "Mr. Crowl?"
"Yes, sir?" Des stepped forward from the crowd.
"Please apply the potion to her genitals and give her a good screwing, won’t you?"
"Yes, sir!" replied Des, eagerly.
Snape laughed and moved to stand behind Helena. He lifted up her hair and kissed her gently on the back of the neck as she watched Angelique throw off her underwear and lie down on the table. Des quickly applied potion to her pussy began to take off his own clothes.
Behind her, Snape moved his hands to her neck and caressed her lightly. Then he began to move his hands down her front under her robes. She squirmed in delight as he thrust his fingers down her bra and began to twist at her nipples.
Des had stripped off his trousers and was preparing to mount Ang as she lay on the table. Helena closed her eyes and threw back her head, unable to watch as her excitement grew. Her legs had been tied to the chair in such a way that she couldn’t bring her thighs together, and she desperately hoped that Snape would soon start to touch her there too.
"Still want to be fucked, Miss Harrison?"
She opened her eyes and looked up at him, nodding furiously.
"Well, then." His smile grew broader. "Mr. Thurston, come over here."
Keeping her eyes on Snape, she began to shake her head no, her eyes desperately pleading with him not to do this.
"Yes, sir." It was Lewis speaking.
"Miss Harrison wants a fuck too. Spread the gel on her and give her what she wants."
Somehow she had finally managed to work the gag out of her mouth. "No, Severus, no. I only want you," she begged.
"Really? Why? Don’t you think Mr. Thurston can please you?" he mocked.
Suddenly, she felt the rope and her clothes melt away and she found herself lying on one of the hard, wooden tables. She felt Lewis’ hands upon her thighs, forcing her legs apart. She tried to raise up and fight him, but she felt someone else grab unto her wrists and hold them above her head. She looked up. It was Snape, smiling down at her and taunting her with his eyes.
"I don’t think she even needs the gel, Mr. Thurston. She’s such a horny little bitch that she’ll take you as she is," he muttered. He leaned down over her and kissed her, his face upside down with his nose pointing towards her chin. She opened her mouth hungrily, and sucked on his tongue. Teasing him, arousing him, hoping that he would still-
She gasped as she felt Lewis enter her. He wasn’t as big or as long as Severus, but he wasn’t small, either. And since she wasn’t prepared for him, it hurt. Snape jerked back his head so that he could watch her face. He managed to shift his grasp and hold her with one hand, allowing the other hand to move down and begin caressing her chest. A moment later, he was holding out her tit so that Lewis could suck on it. Helena swallowed down her disgust as she felt the foreign mouth clamp down upon her nipple.
"Ride her hard, Mr. Lewis, she likes it that way," he murmured.
He immediately complied, and his thrusts became deep, hard and painful.
Helena raised her eyes back to his face and kept her gaze locked on him.
***Pretend it’s Severus, pretend it’s Severus.***
She stared up into his cold, black eyes and began to moan his name. Since she was pretending it was him inside of her, she felt her hips begin to move in rhythm with the thrusting. Snape moved his hand upward, delicately stroking the skin of her upper chest and neck as he raised his hand to her mouth. A moment later, he had moved his index finger into his mouth, and she sucked hungrily on it as she continued to jerk and moan, feeling herself beginning to peak.
******
Her eyes snapped open, and she found herself awake and gasping for breath. She glanced at the clock. A few minutes past ten. She turned over and blew out the light, her fingers frantically moving down beneath her underwear as she began to masturbate again, reliving the memory of feeling Snape touch her from the other side of the Quidditch field. She was so excited that it took only a few minutes for her to climax. She lay, panting and spent, waiting for sleep to overtake her again. Instead, she found, to her surprise, that her sexual stimulation and excitement was building again. The orgasm seemed to have simply primed her arousal rather than stem it.
She took her underwear completely off and turned over and crouched on her knees, this time pretending that Severus was doing her doggy style, pounding away hard at her as his hands reached up to play with her breasts. Again, it took her only a few minutes to climax. And again, as the intensity of the orgasm faded, she felt her clit remain swollen and pulsing, her arousal stronger than ever.
She sat up in bed and moaned in frustration as she turned on the light. This was worse than being under the influence of ‘Lover’s Weed’. At least then she had been able to find sexual release, if not a good night’s sleep, by masturbating. Her eyes searched frantically around the room, finally coming to rest on the bottle of medicine. She seized it with her hand and stared down at it. And began to swear.
***That bastard! He’s put something into it, I know he has.***
It didn’t matter that she knew. She slowly lowered the bottle down between her thighs and began to rub it back and forth between her swollen, glistening lips. Nothing mattered but finding Severus. And having him fuck her.
She threw herself out of the bed, leaving her panties behind. She grabbed her robe and threw it over her. She considered her options. She could try sneaking out of the Common Room, but she rather doubted that she would be able to walk very far in her current state of overwhelming arousal without having to pause and spread her legs and pleasure herself again. Which might be an interesting sight for her fellow Ravenclaw students. And, if she met anyone along the way, she had a sneaking suspicion she might proposition him in desperation. Although, she surmised, frowning in concentration, she supposed that was the point of the dream she had just had. She doubted that anything short of intercourse with Severus was going to relieve her body of its current intense, overwhelming horniness.
She felt inside her robe pocket for her wand. Pulling it out of the pocket, she pointed it at the window, opening it up enough to leave a gap of about six inches. Then she replaced the wand back in her pocket and concentrated on transfiguring herself into an owl.
For a moment, nothing happened. And then, she imagined that Snape was standing behind her again, giving her instructions. The thought of him behind her, touching her, began to arouse her even more. But she forced herself to concentrate.
***If you want to be with him, you have to do this. Concentrate.***
A moment later, the small owl flapped its wings and rose through the air, propelling itself out of the window.
She hovered indecisively for a moment, unsure of where she was headed. Unable to think clearly, she flew towards the Dark Forest and circled around there, trying to remember the route they had taken to his rooms. The sensation of flying around the grounds helped to jog her memory, and she suddenly flew off, knowing where she had to fly to find the portal to his room. As she neared the wall, she prayed that he had left it open for her. She was certain that her head was not going to be able to stand the pain of another concussion. She sailed easily through the wall and found herself swooping down unto the soft carpet of his sitting room. As her feet touched down, she felt herself transform back into human form and lay, panting and heaving on the carpet.
Finally, she regained her strength and opened her eyes. Lying on the ground in front of her was the book filled with pictures of sexual positions. Conveniently, she noted, left open to the illustration of anal intercourse.
***Guess that’s a subtle hint of what you expect tonight, Professor?***
She raised her head further and glared about the room. Although there were a few candles glowing in the room, she could see no sign of Severus. She wearily got to her feet and trudged into the bedroom, angrily throwing open the half open door.
There were candles glowing in this room too. And a variety of jars and bottles were placed on the bedside table. She paused and glanced down at them. Various oils and ointments. Apparently, he intended to have quite a bit of fun tonight. Her eyes wandered down to the mattress. The cover and blankets had been thrown back and placed in the middle of the bed, on top of the black silk sheet was an assortment of shackles, ropes, silk bindings, and a pair of blindfolds. And a single pair of gold handcuffs.
***My, my, we are in quite a mood for fun and games tonight, aren’t we, Professor? But, where’s the whip?***
She heard a slight, faint sound of water dripping in the bathroom. And knew that he was in there, waiting for her. She drew her wand out of the pocket of her robe and stood looking down at the bed for a moment. And then she grinned.
***Well, Professor, since you’re in a playful mood tonight, let’s even things up a bit, shall we?***
A few moments later she strode into the bathroom. There were a few candles placed on the tile floor around the large, black, gleaming bathtub. And Snape was raising a glass of wine to his lips as he waited, calmly and patiently, for her to join him. His hair was wet and pushed back behind his ears, accentuating the angles of his beak-like nose and his high cheekbones. His right leg was draped lazily up on the rim of the tub.
"I see you found your way back to me," he replied.
She stood still and looked down at him for a moment. Then, she reached down and unbuttoned her nightshirt, throwing it off of her. Since she had already left her panties back in her room, it meant that she was standing stark naked in front of him.
He smiled and took another sip of wine. "Want something?" he purred. After a moment, he put the wineglass down on the floor and held out his hand towards her.
The sound of her heavy breathing echoed eerily in the tiled room. She stepped forward until his fingers touched her thighs. Then she spread her legs and moved so that his fingers could stroke her warm, moist pussy.
He laughed softly. "Apparently you want something here?" he asked.
"You know I do," she hissed.
She leaned over to kiss him and as she did so, he slipped his index and middle fingers up into her, and began to probe deeply within her.
She broke off the kiss and stared into his eyes. "I thought you promised not to slip me potions anymore."
"Ah," he smiled. "Actually, I promised not to put anything into your food or drink." His smile broadened. "Technically, I didn’t say anything about putting something into your medicine."
"You prick," she muttered, leaning forward to kiss him again.
His other hand went up and began to play with her nipples as he continued to stroke inside of her.
She moaned and climbed into the tub on top of him. She brought her hips down over his warm, wet body, feeling his erect cock throb against her stomach. She raised up slightly, trying to position herself so that she could slide down upon him. Instead, she felt him pull his fingers out of her and pull his whole body away, and the hardness of his erection was replaced with the sharpness of an upraised knee.
"Oh, no," he said. "You’ve decided that you don’t want me to fuck you anymore. You want Mr. Thurston."
She moaned in frustration and anger. "All right, Severus. You win. Game over." She tried to move his leg away. The next thing she knew, he had somehow shifted so that he was on top, straddling her abdomen, still denying her access to what she wanted.
"Yes, it’s always been a game for us, hasn’t it? Even from the first?"
He bent over and kissed her again. The slight movement freed her to try and throw her legs around him again and urge his erection nearer her pussy again. He pulled away and drew up on his knees, pulling her into a seated position.
"The very first time I had you in my office, you would have let me fuck you, wouldn’t you?" he challenged. "I never had to use ‘Lover’s Weed’, did I?’
"No," she admitted. Then she smiled, "But you didn’t ask me, did you? You were playing your own game, weren’t you?" She raised her face to his and licked his lips.
The next thing she knew he was raising himself out of the tub and pushing her down under the water. A second later, he had released his hold, but the water had become icy cold. She shrieked and thrashed wildly, finally managing to raise herself out of the tub just in time to see him walk out of the bathroom door.
By the time she managed to make her way to the bedroom he was sitting on the edge of the bed. As she neared him, her eyes were drawn hungrily to the sight of his still rock-hard erection.
"Not cooled off yet, dear?" he asked.
She shook her head, and drew near him.
He smiled and brought his hand out from behind his back. He was holding the pair of gold handcuffs, and they sparkled and shimmered in the light as they dangled from his fingertips.
"It’s my game tonight," he murmured.
Helena licked her lips and nodded slowly.
"Get on your knees," he ordered.
She dropped down to the floor silently. He smiled at her quick response.
"Your left wrist, please," he requested.
She raised it up to him, and he clicked the cuff shut around her slim wrist.
Moving behind her, he reached to grab her right wrist and bring it around behind her. She shivered involuntarily as she heard the cold, metallic click of the cuff as he snapped it around her other wrist. He dropped to his knees behind her and she groaned as she felt his erection rub down her lower back and across her buttocks. He reached out with both hands to caress her breasts as he began to kiss and lick her softly across her shoulders. Then he rose to his feet again and she moaned in frustration.
"Tsk, tsk. Don’t worry, you’ll get lots of fucking tonight," he promised, as he moved to stand in front of her again. He smiled down at her and moved his foot so that it was between her legs. Moving it upward, he started to rub against her wet slit. She gritted her teeth and moved her hips forward, rubbing firmly against him.
He laughed again and withdrew the foot. "But you have to tell me something," he said.
"What?" she asked.
He knelt in front of her and kissed her again, his hands rubbing against her hardened nipples. Then he dipped his head so that he could suck and lick them. She moaned in pleasure, and then gasped as she felt his teeth bite down hard.
"Have you slept with Thurston?" he asked.
"No," she cried.
He released his hold and stood up. "You better be telling me the truth," he warned.
"I am," she protested.
His hand moved to the drawer of the bedside table and pulled it open. In a moment, he had reached inside it and brought out his wand. He knelt again and placed it between her thighs, pointing upwards towards her pussy.
"Last chance," he warned.
"I have never slept with anyone but you," she declared.
"For your sake, I hope so. Because otherwise, this is going to hurt."
He murmured a spell and a shower of sparks flew out of the tip of his wand. Helena tried to back away, but found, to her relief, that the spray seemed deflected from hitting her.
"Well, well," he noted. "For once you’re telling the truth." He rose to his feet and threw the wand back in the drawer. Raising his foot up again, he pressed down on her shoulder and she found herself unable to keep her balance, sprawling awkwardly on her back. In a moment, he was straddling her again, his fingers working lightly but firmly away on her pussy.
"I will take you back this time," he said. Suddenly, his fingers stopped moving and instead she felt him bring both his hands to her face, forcing her to look at him. "But I am tired of your constant threats about him," he warned.
"I swear," she gasped. "I’ll never do it again."
He paused and stared down at her. Then he suddenly bent down and kissed her, his tongue thrusting deeply within her.
He drew back slightly. "Do you want me?" he asked
"Yes," she sighed.
He moved one hand back down to caress between her legs again. "Do you need me?"
"Yes."
"Do you swear your fidelity to me-completely and fully?" he challenged.
She drew in a breath and stared up at him. "Please, Severus….." she began.
"Do you?" He leaned over and kissed her again.
"Yes."
He drew away and looked down at her again, his expression unreadable. A moment later, he had risen to his feet again.
"Stand up," he commanded.
It was awkward to get to her feet with her hands bound behind her, and he made no move to help her. But, she finally managed to rise to her feet. He drew her near him and put his arms around her waist, slowly moving his prick against her moistness. She tried desperately to tilt back enough so that she could tease him into her, but he drew back again and shook his head. He moved behind her again and thrust her roughly against the bed. He raised her up just slightly so that her torso was on the bed but her legs were dangling over the side, not quite able to touch the ground. And then he thrust roughly into her.
"Want to be fucked slow or fast?" he asked, his voice huskily whispering into her ear.
"Hard and fast," she moaned.
"Good," he replied. And he began to thrust savagely into her, his hands moving down to her buttocks and pressing them apart as he rammed into her. After the long, unrelenting arousal she had felt all night long, it was a blessed relief to feel him slamming so hard back and forth within her. After a moment, he stopped and raised her slightly off the bed. He moved his right hand underneath her and then pressed down on her again, the weight of his body spreading her labia and pressing her open. Now, as he thrust back and forth from behind, he was also slamming and rubbing her clit roughly against his open palm. In less than a minute, she screamed his name as her orgasm hit. This time, unlike the other orgasms she had given herself this night, she felt as if her whole body exploding with delight. She bucked and spasmed underneath him, and felt a glorious relief flood her body as her back arched and she strained to take him deeply into her. He raised his hands to feel her hard, pointed nipples and murmured his approval. After a moment she recovered and struggled to push back against him, trying to make him come too. But she had little control in her current position, and found herself pinned down with little room to move.
She heard him laugh softly and slowly pull his hard, thick cock out of her. He moved his left hand between her thighs and then drew the index finger slowly up between her buttocks. "You know what I want?" he whispered.
She closed her eyes and moaned. "Yes."
"Will you let me fuck you there now?"
She hesitated for just a moment. "Please don’t hurt me," she whispered.
"I won’t. I promise."
"Will you take the cuffs off?"
"No. Not yet."
He drew back and helped her get all the way unto the bed. He tossed the unused bondage paraphernalia off to the side of the bed. He placed a pillow under her head and then gathered more pillows and placed them under her hips, raising her up. Then she felt his head move down to kiss her softly on her buttocks. A moment later, he moved his head downward and she groaned in pleasure as he flicked his tongue against her labia. Her wrists twisted against the restraint of the cuffs as her pleasure mounted. He thrust his tongue further in, and began to stroke against her clit with his fingertips and within a few minutes he had again brought her to climax.
She felt his body move lazily up over hers until he was lying on top of her again, his throbbing erection leaving a wet trail as he moved it up across her thighs and buttocks. He gently ran his hands up and down her restrained arms.
"Do you doubt that I want you to pleasure you?" he asked.
She shook her head no.
"Then relax and enjoy this," he whispered.
He moved off of her and selected a jar from the bedside table. She kept her eyes closed as she listened to the gentle scraping sound of the lid being opened. He dipped the fingertips of his right hand into the lubricant and brought his hand back between her legs, gently probing his finger into her pussy again before he raised his hand upward and began to moisten the area between her buttocks. He moved to lie on top of her again, touching enough to warm her body with his without putting weight upon her body or her handcuffed arms. Gently, he began to move his right index finger into her anus, slowly circling the orifice and coaxing her into relaxing the muscle that controlled it. After a moment, he pulled out and dipped the finger back into the lubricant, and then continued his gentle probing, gradually working the entire finger up into her. He moved his left hand underneath her and began to rub her clitoris again.
"All right?" he murmured, feeling her start to relax.
She nodded.
"Ready for two fingers?" he whispered.
She nodded again.
He took care to carefully lubricate both fingers again, and gently worked them into her. He pushed a finger of his left hand into her pussy and began to work both hands against each other. She moaned in pleasure, but still gasped occasionally as she tried to get used to tightness of the sensation. He began to gently move his fingers apart inside of her, getting the muscle to relax and expand even more.
He removed his fingers and lubricated them again, this time inserting three fingers into her. She began to move and press back against him, helping him enter her and helping him to dilate her enough so that his prick would fit. He moved his left hand up and caressed her clitoris again. Then, without removing his fingers, he pressed against her and gently turned her on her side so that they could kiss.
"Are you ready to lose your ‘second virginity’?" he murmured.
She nodded silently and turned to lie on her stomach again.
"Tell me if it hurts, and I’ll stop," he promised.
He removed his fingers from her and dipped them into the lubricant again, coating his prick this time until it was slick and slippery. He lubricated his fingers again and scissored her gently, preparing her again for his entry.
Then he slowly removed his fingertips and brought his hand back down to steady himself as he prepared to penetrate her. He moved just the tip into her and waited for a moment, allowing her to get used to the sensation and the warmth of his body inside of her.
"Push back against me when you’re ready to take me in," he whispered.
After a moment, he felt her push back, and he glided most of the way into her. He lay still, for a moment and then slowly pulled back.
"Again," he whispered.
They repeated the motion several times until he felt her relax completely and he was able to completely penetrate her and move smoothly in and out. She moved her legs further apart and allowed his thrusting to get deeper and quicker. He brought his left hand back up to caress her clit and she moaned in pleasure, the sensation of fullness in her anus accentuating the gratification he was giving her in front. He began to move faster and faster, the delightfully tight sensation driving him quickly to his climax. He felt her stiffen and spasm underneath him and found himself unable to stop from coming, his cock spurting deep inside her as his back arched and he slammed hard into her.
He pulled out of her and paused to kiss her handcuffed hands before moving to lie down beside her. She fell over on her side and nestled against him. His reached around her with his left hand and caressed her breasts again.
"Want some wine?" he asked.
"Does that mean you’ll take the handcuffs off?"
"No. In a little while. After we’ve had a chance to talk."
She sighed and moved slightly away. "Yes, I would like some wine."
He smiled down at her and pushed himself off of the bed. "I’ll be back in a minute." He disappeared through the door leading back to the sitting room.
She watched him go through the doorway and then slowly and awkwardly pushed herself up to a kneeling position.
A moment later Snape came back into the room, holding a large goblet of red wine. He smiled down at her. The handcuffs held her arms in such a way that both her tits and her pussy were tantalizingly raised up for his pleasure. He raised the glass up to Helena’s lips and let her take a deep swallow before bringing it up to his own lips.
"Now, that wasn’t so bad, was it?" he teased.
"No, but don’t expect it all the time. I still prefer you give your full attention to my other aperture," she noted, dryly.
"Fair enough," he said. He placed the glass on the table and bent over to kiss her.
"And, just what do I have to do to get you to take off these cuffs, darling?" she asked, after he had drawn away.
He shrugged. "Oh, I’m not quite sure yet."
"Hmmm," she looked slightly unhappy, but not terribly upset.
"Besides, I haven’t really tied you up yet," he warned. "And the night is young," he noted, looking at the clock.
"You mean I get to stay here all night?" she asked, eyebrows raised.
"Yes," he replied, kissing her again.
"Well, since you’re feeling so generous, I wonder if you’d do me a favor?" she asked.
He raised his hand and ran it up and down her chest. "Maybe. What do you want?"
"Would you look under the bed for me?"
Now it was his turn to raise his eyebrows. Keeping his eyes on her, he slid off to the edge of the bed. Still perplexed, he peered underneath it.
As he did so, Helena smiled and concentrated on her spell. Behind her back, the handcuffs began to glow and shimmer as they transfigured back to their original form.
When he looked back up at her, his look of surprise had deepened. And in his hands were a pair of handcuffs, seemingly identical to the ones she had been wearing.
The next instant, he found himself staring into Helena’s wand, which was in her hand as she brought her arms in front of her.
"Oh, don’t be so surprised, dear," she cooed. He lunged towards the drawer, but before he could reach his wand he found his own wrists tied with black silk cords and raised high above his head, apparently tied securely to a spot on the ceiling. A second later, a blindfold had wrapped itself around his head.
"After all," she smiled and moved to run her fingernails firmly across his bare chest. "Turn about is fair play."
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