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Secretly Slytherin	By : Veresna Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 12269 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author’s Note: Last Warning: If you haven’t yet read "Don’t Lie to Me" this is your last chance to do so before you get thoroughly bewildered by what’s going to happen.

CHAPTER FOUR: Step Three: Add a Touch of Alcohol
Snape slammed his office door closed and reluctantly thrust his wand back into his pocket. He leaned back against the door and stared at the back of her head. He knew that a part of her must be petrified of him, and considered intimidation as his first and best course of action. But, a part of him was very intrigued as to why she taken the chance to come here. And how the hell she had gotten in, of course. He considered the matter thoughtfully, and decided to address her calmly, with just a touch of sarcasm in his tone.
"Good evening, Miss Harrison."
She turned and smiled at him. "Good evening, Professor Snape."
"Do make yourself at home," he remarked, ironically, as he strode over to stand beside the chair. He glanced at the feet she had perched upon the smooth, polished surface of his desk.
"Oh, I’m sorry," she apologized, pulling her legs down quickly. "But, I really thought you would have been back a while ago. In the meantime I decided I might as well take the opportunity to do a little Potions reading."
"And it’s always so relaxing to sip a glass of sherry while you read, isn’t it?" he noted dryly. The glass in her hand was quite full, but he had detected a trace of the alcohol upon her breath as she spoke. So, this was at least her second glass. He usually kept the tray with the decanter and the glasses hidden away on the shelf behind his desk. He wondered what else she had found during her search of the office.
"Well, it is awfully good," she admitted, setting the glass down upon the surface of the desk. Some of the wine had spilt over the side, and the liquid pooled around the base of the glass.
Snape grimaced slightly and went to pick up the glass with his right hand, using the left-hand sleeve of his robes to wipe off the excess liquid off of the desk and the glass before placing it back down again. "I don’t care to have ‘rings’ left on the surface of my antique desk, Miss Harrison," he noted calmly.
She smiled at him again. "Oh, yes, that’s right." She looked at the glass, nodded and glanced back up at him. "You are very particular about what gets laid on your desk, aren’t you?"
He tried to ignore her double-entendre, but she caught the very corners of his lips quivering for a moment.
He turned away and went to sit at his desk chair. Along the way, he paused and looked pointedly at the fire blazing cheerily away within his usually dark and empty hearth. But, he made no comment upon it and continued on to his chair.
"I presume you are here for a reason?" he said as sat down. "And it must be a fairly good one for you to so blatantly ignore the curfew rules."
She nodded and took the book off of her lap and placed it beside the glass on the table. "Well, as I said, I actually expected you back hours ago. And I really only came to return this."
She stood up and pulled the bottle of "Hair-Removing Potion" out of her pocket. Bending over the desk, she handed the bottle back to him.
He glanced down at it and frowned as he tipped it back and forth. "It would seem to me that there was little point in your returning the bottle. There’s so little left, I must assume that Mr. Thurston is no longer attempting to look like Hagrid?"
Of course, there had been no real resemblance between Lewis’ neatly trimmed beard and Hagrid’s outrageously bushy and knotted whiskers, but Helena did not seem to hear the insult.
"Well, I guess that was just an excuse. I was kind of hoping that you’d be willing to answer a question for me?"
***Ah, she’s come to see what happened at the Staff Meeting. Well, let’s let her stew for a little while longer before I tell her. If I tell her. ***
He gazed at her with casual interest. He did like her better with her hair parted and pulled back, he decided. But she was wearing her hair up in a ponytail tonight. She very rarely did it, and he wasn’t sure if he was completely happy about that. It did rather accentuate her youth.
In fact, he decided, she looked very young and uncomfortably bashful as her eyes looked down shyly at the floor. He had made no reply to her last question.
"Well, I’m sure that you can guess what I want to know?" she prompted hopefully.
Snape sighed. "Miss Harrison, contrary to popular opinion, I must confess that I lack the ability to read minds. If you have a question for me, please spit it out. Because I have work to do," he added, gesturing angrily at the pile of homework he still had to go through.
"I was just wondering if….." Now her fingertips were playing nervously in front of her, as if she was still trying to screw up her courage to ask the question.
*** Come on now, Miss Harrison. Ask me whether or not the teachers agreed to support Madam Pomfrey’s proposal. ***
Suddenly, she sighed and stamped her foot in frustration. The next thing Snape knew she had thrown off her gown. Underneath, she was wearing a piece of black lingerie that might have been termed a bra, but Snape had to admit he had never seen one before that had fabric everywhere else except over the nipples. And hers were thrusting prominently through the small holes provided for them.
He eyes traveled down her body and he saw that above her usual loafers her legs were clad in a pair of black fishnet stockings that were held up by an ingenious, thin black garter belt. She wore no panties and he gazed in fascination at her. Her mound of light brown pubic hair had been carefully thinned and shaped so that there was only a wispy, teasing amount of it left. In fact, he could see the crease of her glistening, swollen genitals dipping delicately below the shallow rim of hair. Up above it, traveling up towards her navel, the hair had been ingeniously trimmed so that it took on the figure of an "S". Or was it a snake?
Well, whatever it was, his eyes had immediately dilated and his cock had leapt up against the restraining fabric of his pants at the sight of it.
She took a few steps towards him so that her legs were almost touching his knees.
"I was wondering if you wanted to fuck me tonight?"
He bent his chin down and tried to glare up at her. She had tricked him again.
But what was the point of pretending he was angry when he was really aroused?
He chuckled softly and gestured at her with his right index finger to come nearer. She took another step closer to him and then frowned at the arms of his chair. She smiled and thrust her hand behind her. When it reappeared, her wand was in it, and Snape’s eyes blazed with suspicion for a moment, his own hand quickly reaching for his own wand. But, one at a time, she merely touched the arms of the chair lightly with her wand, and they disappeared. She reached behind her again and replaced the wand, presumably in the garter belt behind her back.
"That’s an interesting place to carry your wand, Miss Harrison," he noted softly as he spread his legs wide over the now armless sides of the chair. This allowed her enough space to come forward and stand on one leg, placing her other knee upon the chair.
"I’ll bet you’re just dying to put yours somewhere else," she teased.
He smiled up at her and reached up with his left hand, folding his fingers underneath the strap of her bra and pulling her closer to him. His reached up and grabbed her left nipple and he pinched it hard as his right hand stroked upward along her thighs, stopping abruptly to pet the soft, thin strip of pubic hair that remained on her groin.
"And I’ll assume Mr. Thurston still has his beard?" he asked.
"Yes, I’m afraid there wasn’t much left after I got though," she admitted. She bent down and thrust her tongue into his mouth.
He sucked on it for a moment and then drew his head back. He placed his hands upon her hips, working his fingers under the thin strip of her garter belt. "You are a little slut, Miss Harrison," he noted. Then he moved his hands further down so that both of his thumbs were stroking lightly against her wet pussy.
"Yes, I am, aren’t I?" she murmured in agreement. She brought her hands up to the front of her bra and undid the clasp that was holding it together. She dropped the garment onto the floor and smiled. "Ah, well."
She turned slightly away from him, towards the desk. "Accio glass!" she called, and the full sherry glass slowly arose and wafted across the air to her.
She caught it deftly in her hands and smiled down at him. "Want some?" she teased.
He laughed again and moved his hands up, trying to take the glass out of her hands.
"Ah, ah, ah," she warned. She put her head back and poured a few drops of the rich, red liquid unto each of her nipples.
He placed his hands on her breasts and kneaded her nipples with his thumbs and forefingers for a moment before roughly pulling her towards him. He mouth sucked greedily at her nipples and quickly licked all traces of the wine off of them. She arched her back in pleasure and moaned, and he went to grab the glass out of her outstretched hand. In a moment he had drained the glass, and he moved his full mouth back to her breasts and gently sucked at her nipples again, allowing some of the wine to leak out and spill over them. Then he swallowed the burning liquid and returned his mouth and tongue to her stiff, hard peaks, tugging, licking and sucking at them hungrily.
Her hands were frantically ripping at the front of his clothing, trying to undo the layers of robe, coat and shirt that separated her from touching his bare skin.
He laughed and caught at them with his own hands, pinning them down in front of him. "You know you haven’t earned the bed yet," he warned.
"Ummmm," she moaned. She moved her face back towards his and licked his lips lightly. "Then take me right here in this chair." He had loosened his grip upon her hands and she raised her hands up to twine her fingers into his long, black strands of his hair. She jerked his head back so that she could suck and kiss hungrily at his mouth. "Or on the floor," she whispered.
She felt his left hand travel upwards along her thigh again until it met her warm, wet pussy. He thrust two of his fingers up into her.
She groaned again and looked down hungrily as he moved his right hand to undo his fly. She suddenly gritted her teeth. "Just not the damned desk again, Professor. That hurt."
He laughed shortly. "It was supposed to!"
His right hand, which had been feverishly working away at the buttons on his fly, abruptly stopped.
Had he spoken that out loud? He certainly hadn’t meant to, had he?
She removed her hands from his hair and placed them on her hips. "Why?" she asked as he looked up at her, a mixture of anger and confusion on his face.
"Because I wanted to make you bleed!" he hissed, his eyes blazing.
The next second his black eyes were staring, wide open now. He was certain that he had not answered that question of his own volition. Both of his hands moved to retrieve the wand from his pocket but it was too late.
Helena’s wand was already in her hand and she was pointing it right at him.
Snape’s fingers grabbed frantically at his wand.
"Petrificus totalis!"
Immediately, every muscle in his body stiffened into total paralysis and his wand clattered softly to the floor.
Helena smiled and pushed herself off the chair. She bent down and retrieved her discarded robe from the floor and wrapped it around her.
His immobilized black eyes were wide, glaring and furiously angry.
"That’s right, Professor, just try and ‘relax’ for a bit," she mocked. "In just a moment, I’m going to release the spell off of your facial muscles and when I do, you are going to be very eager to answer my questions, aren’t you?"
She bent down and kissed him upon his hard, angry forehead. "After all, a person under the influence of Veritaserum doesn’t have any choice about the matter, does he?"
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