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Chapter 6: Double Potions

Harara quickly made her way through the corridors leading to the potions room located in the dungeon of the castle. As she reached the outside of the dimly lit dungeon, she heard loud crashing and banging sounds.

Harara quickly slipped through the dungeon doors to find Peeves the Poltergeist breaking a set of glass viles and laughing wickedly.

Harara stopped dead in her tracks, and stared coldly at Peeves. The floating poltergeist was stunned still looking into Harara's eyes, which were once a brilliant, bright green, but now filled with dark clouds until they were completely black.

In his own fright, Peeves wasted no time quickly exiting the room by floating up through the ceiling. Harara sighed as her eyes returned back to their stunning color of green, took out her wand, and gave it a little wave while firmly saying, "Crystallus Reparo!" Causing the glass viles to be instantly restored.

Harara continued on down the corridor to the potions classroom, and upon entering spotted a group of seventh years chatting amongst their selves. All of whom she observed wore silver and green snake symbols on their robes, indicating that they were in Slytherin.

She momentarily scanned the room of students until her eyes came to rest upon a muscular looking boy, with platinum blonde hair, whose tresses where hanging around his face in a sexy way. He was sitting at a desk in the front row, speaking with two large and bulky boys standing over him, looking like he was incredibly bored.

Harara walked gracefully over to the three students, and sank into the chair next to the blonde Slytherin. He looked almost startled to see her sit next to him, and just stared into her sparkling green eyes wordlessly, looking almost confused.

Harara felt a small twinge inside her body as she peered into his deep silver eyes, reminding her of pools of mercury. He made her skin feel warm, and she felt herself begin to moisten.

As her full lips began to form into a warm smile, he became lost in the thought of how those lips would feel stretched around him, sucking and lapping at his swollen flesh. She was the image of every man's desire, and he wanted to taste her sweet juices so bad that he could almost smell them on his lips.

As those lips parted, and she began speaking to him, he focused back on her eyes. "Hello. I'm Harara Morgan," and extended her hand.

The handsome blonde waited a few seconds before grasping her hand with his. "Malfoy," he muttered, "Draco Malfoy."

"Nice to meet you, Draco. I hope it's ok that I sit here. We don't have assigned seats do we?" Harara cheerfully asked.

Draco stared into her eyes longer before replying, "Umm, no. We don't have assigned seats," he replied slowly, an odd look creeping over his face.

Their conversation was cut short as a group of Gryffindors entered into the potions classroom, talking and giggling in low tones. Among them were the 3 people Harara had ate and talked with the previous night, Hermione, Ron, and Harry.

Harara had known that she would probably come across the famous Harry Potter while attending Hogwarts. Not only was he legendary for surviving Voldemont's curse, but he was also becoming quite known as a great wizard for having escaped the clutches of the Dark Lord several times during his past years at Hogworts.

Harara had been surprised at how attractive the young man was. Not only was his appearance warm and genuine, but she felt his soul was the same, and his seeming innocence attracted her.

She smiled brightly when he caught her eye. He began to return the smile, but then frowned as he spotted the person sitting next to her. Taking quick strides, Harry began walking over towards the transfer student, but was stopped in his tracts by Professor Snape sweeping into the room like a cold ghost.

"Mr. Potter, why are you not yet seated?"

Harry shot the Professor an odd look, quickly glanced back at Harara, and then turned around, taking his seat next to Ron.

Harara looked up at the Professor who was hovering over her desk. He was a tall man dressed all in black. He was very pale, and had black hair that covered the sides of his face. His presence gave Harara a cold chill, until she looked into his dark eyes. They were filled with mystery, and a kind of deep-seated warmth that could only be seen if one were so brave as to look far enough inteir eir depths. She was instantly filled with warmth that was almost passionate, and she couldn't help but smile warmly up into his stern face.

Snape seemed to be quite shocked by her smile, and almost stumbled backwards while spatting, "20 points from Gryffindor for your coy expression!"

Harara felt hurt by his harsh words, and her lips turned down into a frown. But just as quickly as the sad expression appeared, it was gone, as she quickly adjusted her face into a grin, barely able to stifle a giggle that had begun to surface. She knew deep down, that this man only wanted people to believe he was cold and heartless. Under his stern exterior was a warm, loving, passionate man screaming to come out, and Harara knew that her presence had made the confined man inside scream louder.

"What is it that you find so funny, Ms. Morgan?!"

Harara was silent for a moment, choosing her words carefully. Knowing that she couldn't really say what she was thinking, she said the thing closest to the truth.

"Well, it's just that I don't really care anything about house points. I'm here to learn about English wizardry. Not to compete with my piers."

There was an uncomfortable hush across the room, as every student wondered what Professor Snape's reaction would be.

Snape gave Harara a long, hard stare.

"Well, then Ms. Morgan, since the taking of points is not a good enough punishment, you shall serve detention with me tonight." After pausing for a brief moment he continued on "And I can assure you that your fellow class mates do not agree with your mode of thinking. Therefore I will take another 30 points from Gryffindor to help you realize this."

Dismissing the situation, Snape began addressing the class about the potion they would make that day in cold tones. When he was done speaking the class began separating into pairs to work on their potion.

Hermione very swiftly scurried over to Harara, asking to team up with her, while motioning for her to follow to anougher table.

While they began brewing their ingredients Hermione spoke to Harara in a soft whisper. "Do you know who that was you were sitting next to?"

Harara looked into the brown haired girls eyes puzzled, "His names' Draco isn't it?"

"Yes, his name is Draco Malfoy, " Hermione began, " and his father is a Death Eater. Draco is one of the meanest, cruelest people in this school, and if you're not a full blooded witch or wizard in Slytherin you might as well be dirt to him. Just thought I'd warn you."

Harara gave Hermione a questioning look, and then focused her eyes on Draco from across the room. Usually she could feel it when she met someone who was cold like Hermione had described. She just shrugged her shoulders in reply, and began working on the potion again.

At the end of class, Draco Malfoy, flanked by his cronies, swaggered over to Harara, Hermione, Harry, and Ron who were still gathering their things up at their table.

"If it isn't the famous Potty, Weasel, and the Mudblood," Malfoy said with a sneer on his face, his gaze sweeping over them, then finally resting upon Harara, his eyes then rapidly shooting back to Harry.

"Shove off, Malfoy," Ron warned, his hand ready to grasp his wand at any second.

"Looks like you have a little competition for stardom this year, Scar-Head," Draco taunted, ignoring Ron as if he no longer existed, a smirk playing across his face.

Harara was amazed at how wrong she had been about Draco. She had never been so wrong on a first impression in her life. Not only did she feel stupid, but felt saddened and disappointed as her eyes flooded from their bright, grass green into a swimming pool of blue.

Draco felt a twinge of regret as he caught sight of Harara's sad expression, and simply walked away sneering, without spouting any more of his usual insults.

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The day carried on quickly as Harara completed all of her classes. She decided that Care of Magical Creatures was her favorite. It was taught by a large giant of a man named Hagrid who stood nine feet tall, and had a big bushy black beard and hair. He actually seemed to be a wealth of knowledge on his subject.

Harara quickly turned her thoughts to other matters as she approached the door to the dungeon for the second time of the day. She was about to serve detention with none other than Professor Severus Snape. Everyone in Gryffindor had been telling her how sorry they felt for her because she had to serve detention with him. "He'll probably make you scrub all the cauldrons and viles by hand!" Ron had exclaimed.

It seemed like all day long she listened to "Snape horror stories." The most shocking thing she heard was from Harry Potter.

"Snape used to be a Death Eater back when Voldemont was in power," Harara thought back to the handsome boy's words," Though sometime between now and then he switched sides, and became a spy for Dumbledor, so I guess he's ok now.....Ya never can be quite sure though can you?" His last few words obviously coming from a long time hatred for a stern teacher.

But Harara was sure about him. In fact, everything seemed to make more sense. If he had been a Death Eater, and then became a spy, then not only would he be punishing himself for anything he may have done in the past, but he was probably just so used to pretending to have a cold exterior that those habits had become hard to break.

As Harara reached the potions classroom she gently swept her hair over her shoulder, and opened the door. Stepping into the classroom she spied Professor Snape sitting at his desk, a look of intense concentration sealed across his face as he graded the numerous scrolls laid out before him. When she approached the desk the Professor looked up at her and sighed heavily. Harara could tell that he had been dreading this detention by the way he stared uncomfortably into her eyes.

"Well Ms. Morgan, get to work cleaning the washrooms using no magic. Both the ones in this classroom, and then the ones down the hall," Snape ordered coolly.

What he really wanted to do was dismiss her totally out of his sight and not ever look at her again. Her luscious body tempted him, and brought about many thoughts and feelings he had been suppressing for years. He knew what she was before she had ever come to Hogwarts, and had been dreading her arrival. It was only natural for him to be feeling this way from being around her, but what scared him most about this exotic creature was that he was attracted to her mind. She didn't look at him with fear and loathing like all the other students and even his piers did. She spoke with courage and confidence. On top of that she was sure to know a great deal about both African potions and dark arts, which absolutely fascinated him.

Harara smiled a sincerely coy smile at the professor, and then disappeared off to the washrooms before Snape could speak further. Actually it was really more of a challenging smirk.

After a few hours of vigorous scrubbing, and then cleaning herself up a little, Harara appeared back in front of Snape's desk wearing just her school uniform, having taken off her robe while cleaning.

"Don't think that I didn't catch you taunting me once again, Ms. Morgan. Shall I extend your detention for your lack of respect?" he spat coldly, narrowing his dark eyes as he stood up.

This time Harara did blatantly smirk at the dark and tall professor's words.

As she very slowly began to creep around to his side of the desk she gently asked, "What bothers you more, Professor; the fact that I smile at you, or the fact that deep down you like that I smile at you?" Her words were low and calm as then slid herself up onto Snape's desk, crossing her elegantly shaped legs.

Snape looked like he was almost at a loss for words as he held his breath for a quick moment. His face then angrily contorted. But it didn't strike feelings of fear in Harara as it was meant to. She felt more pity than anything else as she watched Snape pretending to torture her when he was actually torturing himself.

"What is it that think you are doing here?! Do not try and tempt my rage further!" Snape yelled.

Harara was unable to control the intense feeling of desire welling up inside her. It wasn't all her fault either. She was feeding off Snape's emotions as well as her own.

Putting on a serious face, Harara hopped down off the desk, and made her way sleekly over to the angry professor who firmly stood his ground while she stood close enough to him that he could feel her hot breath upon his muscular neck, and mentally slapped himself for the shiver that ran down his spine.

"I'm saving you, Severus. Saving you from yourself. Saving you from living an entire existence filled with pain and sorrow," she said in a smooth, wispy voice as she placed three of her finger tips upon Snape's chest, and then let them travel down to the bottom of his stomach, feeling the heat seep off him even through the thick, black robes. "It's not your rage that I am tempting, Severus."

Severus was fighting an internal battle. His emotions and body knew that she spoke the truth, but his mind knew that he deserved this self inflicted misery. He had done horrible things. He had hurt and even killed others. Not only that, but she was his student. Of course, given the situation, it would most likely be over looked, but still. He couldn't allow himself to lose control like this. She didn't deserve someone who is old enough to be her father.

"Do not address a Professor in such a way!" He meant it to come out as a loud shout, but it just ended up coming out as a hoarse rasp, causing his anger to escalate further.

Harara frowned, and then leaned over, whispering in his ear. "I know that you have committed horrible crimes in your past. You have done many things that deserve severe punishment," she drew even closer, her face flush against his. "But you have punished yourself enough. It's time to free yourself, and let yourself feel the wonderful aspects of life. Remember all the people you saved and helped by turning back to the good side. You are a different man now, Severus."

Snape gripped Harara's shoulders tightly, trying to keep her from leaning into him more. "I'm old enough to be your father, and I am your professor! I command that you stop this at once. You're only making a fool of yourself."

Harara pulled back slightly, staring into the dark, deep orbs that were Snape's eyes.

"Do you truly think I care anything about how old you are? Do you really think that any of the other professors, and even Dumbledor himself would hold it against you for being with me if I came forward and said I seduced you? Come on, Severus, I'm not asking you to fall in love with me and commit. I'm just asking you to let yourself go a little, and act like a human being."

The intense feelings were too much for Severus to control any longer. She knew about his past, she didn't care about his age, and she wasn't trying to trap him into a relationship That and he had no doubt that she was more experienced than even him. He knew he was fighting a losing battle.

In one quick, passion filled movement, Severus threw any protests lingering on his tongue to the wind, grabbed Harara by the shoulders, and drew her into a hungry kiss, their tongues eagerly thrusting against each other, battling for dominance. They seemed as if they were trying to completely devour each other, as they sank into the wet, sloppy, passionate kiss, crushing their bodies against each other forcefully. You couldn't describe it as anything other than pure hunger and desire.

His mind told him that he shouldn't be doing this, but his emotions screamed that he needed this. He had been repressing these feelings for far too long, and the sensuous creature molded against him was too much too resist.

Severus withdrew just enough to stare into Harara's eyes. They had changed from brilliant green, to flashing hot pink, and her full lips were extended into a seductive smile. He felt her warm finger tips lightly caress up the length of his back until they were intertwined into his smooth black hair. Pulling gently on his raven locks, Harara captured his lips once again into anougher searing kiss. Not as needy as the last, but every bit as passionate.

They were flush against each other, hands roaming frantically across the cloth covered landscape of their bodies. Severus wrapped his large hands firmly around her waist, then hoisted her into his arms, letting her straddle him, his hands coming to a rest on her firm ass, supporting her against his body.

His lips engaged hers in a deep, intense kiss, as he carried her through the door to his office adjoining the classroom, then kicking the door closed behind him. The soft flesh of tongues collided and danced together in an uneven rhythm as Severus gently massaged Harara's toned ass underneath her pleaded skirt.

Carefully he placed Harara back down so she was standing with her arms wrapped around his neck, still teasing his tongue with hers. Severus let his hands wander down across her wonderfully shaped and toned body, gently massaging her breasts, touching her in all the right places, making her sigh into their kiss.

Harara undid the many buttons of Severus's thick robe, and withdrew only long enough to remove it from him. Her hands fumbled with the buttons on his shirt as she returned her lips to his, thrusting her tongue into his mouth, and easily slid his shirt off, revealing a lean chest.

His hands worked expertly, easily removing her clothing, his agile fingers managing to caress feather-lightly across her flesh, making her skin tingle and breath quicken. It was like some kind of sacred ritual to Severus, removing one piece of clothing at a time, letting the fabric and his hands brush against her sensitive skin, worshiping each area of tender flesh as it was being exposed.

When Harara was fully nude in his arms, he couldn't help but pull back enough to let his eyes scan her body. She was all curves. Chestnut skin covering toned muscles, forest green hair sweeping just above the slope of her ass. A vision of dangerous desire.

Harara slid her hands across the lean form of Severus's chest, her slender fingers roaming across and smoothing through the dark hair that covered the skin, pale from excessive time spent in the dungeons. Her teasing fingers followed the dark trail from his naval down until she was caressing his bulging, hard member through his pants.

Her expert fingers moved to his belt, and had it and his pants undone in quick, smooth movements. Severus plunged into Harara's mouth as she firmly grasped his painfully hard cock, squeezing and applying torturous pressure.

Slowly he lowered Harara onto the soft couch behind her until he was hovering over her. He placed a soft, sweet kiss on her full lips, his tongue snaking out momentarily to lick her lower lip. He moved his lips to her chin, licking over the rounded slope slowly, then descending down over the incline of her neck, and finally coming to a rest upon her heaving breast. His tongue made slow circles around her hard nipples, swirling around each in turn, teasing her into a frenzy when he would suck perky nubs into his mouth.

One hand traveled down her stomach, until it was caressing over the warm, smooth skin on the inside of her thigh. Severus gently and lightly massaged the flesh of her thigh with the very tips of his fingers, touching and teasing her, his mouth still suckling and lapping at her hard nipples.

Harara groaned loudly, arching her back, sending an erect nipple into Severus's giving mouth. Her fingers were tangled in the black tresses of the professor's hair, her eyes shut tight, mouth parted in passion. She felt like she could almost cum from those soft, slow touches alone, her hips bucking up involuntarily.

Feeling her tension, Severus let his tongue travel down her toned belly, swirling briefly around her naval, and then dipping down lower tracing his tongue around the soft folds of her love cauldron. He breathed in her sweet scent as he let his mouth dive into her wanting pussy, his hands firmly gripping her hips as she tried to buck against him.

She was so close to her peak as she felt his soft tongue penetrate her, reaching deep inside as if he couldn't get enough of her sweet taste. But as that oh so talented tongue danced up over her clit she was absolutely lost swimming in intense ecstasy as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss swept over and through her quivering body.

When Harara began to relax, he softly kissed his way back up until he reached her soft lips, pressing his own against hers, which parted to accept his tongue. He pressed his body flush to hers, letting her feel his hard arousal as she spread her legs, and wrapped them around his firm form.

The head of Severus's cock rubbed torturously on her clit, sending little sparks through out her stomach. She was so wet from his tongue that he had no troubles sliding into her in one passionate movement until he was completely sheathed inside the soft walls of her pussy.

Severus's lips attached to her neck, biting, and sucking the flesh into his mouth as he very slowly withdrew and then reentered back into Harara's tight box. When Harara softly scratched her nails down his back, and then grabbed a hold of his hair with one hand, forcing his lips to hers he lost all control, and felt like he was on fire He pumped his huge cock in and out of her tight, loving pussy, ramming her into the couch, making her moan and mumble in delight.

Harara bucked hers ups up to meet his deep thrusts as anougher orgasm swept through her body, her pussy tightly clutching and contracting around him. Her spasming pussy sent Severus over the edge as he came with a loud moan, thrusting his cock as deep into her as it could go.

The pair held each other tightly as they relaxed into each other, their bodies molding together. Severus sucked Harara's lower lip into his mouth, and then looked into her warm eyes feeling perfectly happy and content for the first time in more years than he cared to admit.
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