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Potions and Punishments	By : Veresna Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 8419 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 7: The Epilogue

Bridget sat back in her chair and idly sipped at her glass of white wine and carefully watched the entryway into ‘The Leaky Cauldron’. She had no doubt that he would be on time. In fact, she was afraid that he would be early, and had purposefully made sure she had arrived fifteen minutes ahead of their agreed-to meeting time to ensure that she be seated and waiting for him when he arrived. While she waited, she glanced around at the crowd of witches and wizards filling the pub.
It was mid-winter break time, and beside the usual hordes of pre-Christmas shoppers jamming the establishments along Diagon Alley, several of the tables surrounding her were filled with students from Hogwarts on their holiday. She smiled to herself as she considered how unhappy their presence would make him. Not that it was likely he was going to be in a very good mood to begin with.
Her eyes drifted back to the door just in time to seem him make his entrance. He was scowling, of course, and his black robes were billowing out behind him as usual. He stopped in the doorway and frowned, searching through the sea of faces to see if she was there yet. He spotted her just as she was about to put her arm up and wave to him. His scowl deepened as he glided over to stand beside her table.
She looked up at him. He looked much the same as he had the last time she had seen him. Which was the day she was graduated from Hogwarts, of course. Ten years previously. Oh, there might be a slight line or two around his eyes and he was perhaps not quite as thin as he had been. But his greasy, shoulder length hair was still a deep shade of ebony, unmarked with gray. Of course, she supposed, as she brought her wine up to her lips, he might be using a spell to accomplish that.
She swallowed her wine and smiled up at him. "Professor Snape," she began. "How nice of you to stop by."
His eyes narrowed and his glare was frostily angry. "Where do you want to talk?" he hissed.
"Aren’t you going to sit down and have a drink?" she asked.
His eyes blazed down at her for a moment and then he angrily pulled out a chair and threw himself into it. "I am here to talk, not to drink," he began.
She picked up her glass and took another sip. "So talk," she replied, nonchalantly.
He sighed in exasperation. "Not here," he replied though his clenched teeth.
"Ah," she said, pushing back her chair. "Shall we go up to my room then?"
"No!" This single syllable was said loudly and angrily enough that several patrons stopped their own conversations and strained their eyes and ears to see what the commotion was about.
To Bridget’s delight, he seemed to have attracted the attention of the table of Hogwarts students, for they began to point and the apparently began to eagerly discuss the novel sight of their hated Potion’s Professor sitting in the Leaky Cauldron having an argument with a pretty young woman.
She cocked her heads towards him. "Shall we stay here then?" she asked, her smile wide and malicious.
He sighed and for a brief moment she saw an angry flush brush against those preternaturally pale cheeks.
"All right," he said grimly. He leaned forward so no one else could hear him this time. "Your room."
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A few minutes later Bridget was seated comfortably in the low couch that stood at the side of the room while Snape angrily prowled around the perimeter.
"You seem to be rather upset, Professor," she noted.
He stopped abruptly in his pacing and advanced towards her, with a murderous look on his face.
"How dare you attempt to blackmail me!" he screamed.
"Oh, now Professor, please keep your voice down," she chided. She leaned forward and continued, in a whisper. "I’ll have you know that the walls in the place are distressingly thin."
He glowered down at her.
"Besides," she continued, leaning back against the sofa and smiling. "Who says I am blackmailing you?"
He clenched his fists for a moment, and then sneered and plunged one hand down into one of the deep pockets of his cloak. When it emerged, there was a piece of rolled-up parchment held firmly in his hand.
"What else am I supposed to think when you send me this," he said angrily. "And tell me that you are intend to publish it?"
"Well, after all, Professor," she began, crossing her legs and smiling up at him. "I have been asked to write my autobiography. And although I’m sure most readers are anxious to know how I’ve arrived at my theories about combining potions with charms, they also want to know the details about my private life. And about the important men and women who have influenced me." Her smile widened. "It is merely that one reference in that chapter. And I don’t mention you by name, you know. I simply state that you were the man who finally taught me that sex could be very enjoyable."
"You don’t have to name me!" he shrieked. "When you write that you were seduced by one of your teachers while still at Hogwarts, there will not be much doubt as to who it was."
Her brow wrinkled into a frown. "Oh, yes, I suppose so," she admitted. She rose to her feet and stood before him. "Especially as I was not the only one."
He stiffened and grew even paler. "What do you mean?" he hissed.
"Oh, come now, Professor," she exclaimed. She smiled and laughed shortly. "Or should I say-Severus? Since I am a professor in my own right, I do have the right to call you by your first name, don’t I?" She turned away and walked over to window and glanced out at the crowds milling in the street below.
"At any rate," she noted, "I knew even before I left Hogwarts that I was hardly the only student who found that sometimes your ‘detentions’ were more rightly called ‘seductions’." She smiled back at him. "Although you were, in your own way, very cautious weren’t you?"
She turned and paced back towards him, ticking off her fingers as she detailed her findings. "Never anyone of your own house, of course. And never with a student under eighteen years of age. And, for some reason, you seemed to have an unerring instinct for choosing girls who had already lost their virginity." She shrugged. "I suppose you thought that would keep the complications to a minimum."
His face was determinedly blank.
"So," she continued, gesturing with her palms upraised, ‘That pretty much limited you to the Seventh Year students of Gryffindor, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw. And I suspect that you usually choose one from each house. Since the house rivalries kept too many friendships from springing up between them."
He still made no response.
"I suppose," she said, nodding thoughtfully "your biggest mistake was in choosing me at the end of that year." She glided back over to him. "Since you had already seduced a Ravenclaw the previous autumn."
His folded his arms over his chest and stared at her.
"Yes, Molly Danforth made a point of visiting me as soon as I got back to the Ravenclaw Dormitory that night. Poor thing was rather jealous, I think. Wanted to make sure that I hadn’t gotten any ‘special treatment’ at your hands."
"Oh, don’t worry," she said, patting his arm affectionately, "I didn’t admit anything to her. But, she eventually broke down and tearfully confessed what had happened during her own ‘detention’ earlier in the year. Though she, of course, swore me to secrecy about it."
He uncrossed his arms and held them stiffly at the side. "What do you want?"
She laughed. "You needn’t look quite so alarmed, you know. Over the years I’ve gradually won the trust of several other of your ‘conquests’, and I’ll admit I’m luckier than most. After all," she smiled and placed her hands on her hips, "At least I got a special ‘going away’ present, didn’t I? You never let anyone else sleep with you more than once."
She moved closer to him again. "Why did you allow me to come to you a second time?" she asked, her eyes full of honest curiosity. "What was special about me?"
He smirked down at her. "Let’s just say you were more of a challenge than most." His eyes glinted at her as he continued. "Most of the others slept with me because they were afraid of me, or wanted a good grade. Or had their own secrets that I was blackmailing them about," he admitted as his black eyes raked over her coldly. "You had slept with other men, but hadn’t enjoyed it very much."
She nodded.
He raised his hand to her chin and raised her face to his. "And you had always been so haughty and supercilious that it was a pleasure to have you at my feet, begging to be fucked." He released his hold and smiled down at her. "That is exactly how you acted that last night, you know."
She nodded again. "Oh, yes, Severus, I remember that very well. Almost as well as I remember every detail of what you did to me the first night when I was shrunk down to a more manageable size. You did revel in your power over me," she added.
He grimaced and crossed his arms again. "So, what do you want?" he repeated.
To his amazement, she suddenly sunk down to her knees in front of him. Her hands reached in back of her and a moment later her red-gold hair had been freed from the hairpins and was tumbling down over her shoulders. "I want you to fuck me," she whispered, raising her hands and reaching up underneath his robe to caress the front of his trousers.
He stared down at her.
"I never enjoyed sex with anyone before you," she said, shaking her head. "And no one after has ever been quite as good."
A muscle twitched in his cheek and his dark eyes were fixed upon her.
"Please," she asked, a distinctly desperate tone coming into her voice, "Just stay here with me tonight and fuck me all night long and I swear I will never tell anyone about what you did. I promise."
His laughter was harsh, but as she rubbed her hand along the fabric she had no doubt that he was aroused as well as amused. He suddenly reached down and pulled her to her feet.
"All right, Professor O’Brien," he said, his smile broadening as he felt her arms go around him.
"Bridget," she whispered.
He laughed again. "All right, Bridget." He paused and for several minutes his hungry lips took possession of her eager mouth. "But we best get started," he said when he finally broke off the kiss. He pushed her away angrily.
She looked up at him, fear of being rejected showing plainly in her lovely features.
"Well, don’t expect me to do all the work," he said, smiling his nastiest smile. He nodded at her. "Get undressed."
In only a few minutes she was standing naked before him. He examined her, thinking that her body as supple and lovely as it had ever been. But he thought that her face, as she approached him with her eyes full of longing and desire, had become even more beautiful with the passing of the years.
And she was his, he thought. Just as surely as she had been that night ten years ago.
He smirked down at her and she gasped as his fingers reached out to caress her soft, lovely skin. "You should be careful for what you wish for, Bridget," he warned, his voice as soft, silky and dangerous as it had ever been. "I think this is a night you will never forget," he added, as his arms crushed her against him.
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"Severus?"
It was Bridget’s voice, soft and pleading, next to his ear.
He grunted and rolled over to his other side, trying to ignore her.
As charming as she was, she was proving to be insatiable tonight. Even the sight of the Dark Mark upon his arm hadn’t managed to dissuade her. And he had already fucked her three times. Starting with a rough, doggie-style screwing on the floor, followed by lengthy session in the large, sunken bathtub that had left more water on the floor than in the tub. And then they had had a quick energetic tumble in the bed before she had finally fallen into an exhausted sleep. Merlin’s Beard, how much more did she expect out of him? Besides, they had polished off a bottle of champagne between them, and he definitely felt his mind and body both needed some sleep before performing more feats of coital wizardry.
He grunted again as he felt her hair fall over the side of his face, tickling him. "Go back to sleep!" he hissed, turning back to face her and opening his eyes.
Opening his eyes very wide, as a matter of fact.
Because, for some odd reason, she seemed to be looming over him.
He blinked his eyes again and shook his head, trying to shake the drowsiness and alcohol-induced haziness from his brain.
"Oh, no dear, you’re awake," she purred, throwing her hair back behind her shoulder and reaching out with her finger to stroke him on his chest.
Unfortunately, for him, her finger was at the moment longer than his chest and her long, sharp fingernail looked quite capable of slicing him in two.
"Did I mention anything about my latest research?" she asked, using her elbow to prop her head up.
He stared up at her and drew the sheet up around his waist. "Let me guess," he said, coldly. "Something to do with dear great-grandfather’s ‘Minimizing Potion’?"
"Yes," she nodded her head. "Oh, Severus, you always were so clever, weren’t you?"
The next moment she had easily managed to grab the sheet away from him and had propped herself up on her elbows above him. "Yes, I found a way to re-formulate the potion so that it is not effective until combined with a charm."
He glared up at her. "I’ll assume the champagne-"
"Oh, yes," she nodded again. "The potion was in there. But, of course, since I was careful to ingest the antidote beforehand, I am immune to the effects of the charm."
He black eyes continued to stare up at her. "I do assume that that you intend to administer the antidote to me?"
"Oh, of course," she assured him. "Sooner or later." She leaned down and picked him up, holding his squirming body against her naked breasts for a few moments, listening as he swore and blustered.
"Oh, dear, Severus, such language!" she said. She smiled down at him as she arose from the bed and carried him into the bathroom. "I think I shall have to wash your mouth out with soap."
THE END
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