Dating Habits of Wizarding College Students | By : icewomin Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 1048 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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I own no portion of the Harry
Potter world, including Severus Snape.
All characters and characterizations from the world are property of JK
Rowling. Dianthus Brandywine
and other original characters are solely of my imagination, however.
I welcome comments and reviews,
including harsh criticisms and flames. I
may delete them after a time, to reduce my personal embarrassment, but rest
assured that I will the them and take any appropriate statements to heart.
I cannot emphasize enough that you
must read Dianthus Stories in order
for this tale to make any sense at all.
In fact, you’ll note that this is actually part III – parts I and II are
both contained in Dianthus Stories,
so go read that one first.
Here there be
sexual activity. Right here in this
cha. She leaned back against the desk, literally
weakened for two seconds at seeing him, and then her stomach began doing
somersaults. For a breathless moment she
just stared at him as if he were an apparition.
She couldn’t believe he was here, finally. Had he apparated with no clothes on? She meant to rush toward him, but her feet
refused to obey. She opened her mouth to
speak, but her throat was so dry no words could pass, and she couldn’t think of
one logical thing to say in any case.
She felt like someone had put her in a full body bind, and then
stupefied her for good measure.
And then he was
walking steadily toward her in silence.
She watched him move, trying with very little success to control her
breathing. He said nothing as he stood
before her, staring down at her so intently she thought he might be angry, but
for the fact that his hands were already resting on her waist. The tension was unbearable. She opened her mouth to try one more time to
speak, to at least say hello. Nothing came out, but he didn’t seem to mind.
Snape leaned in to
kiss her tenderly, his hands moving to the neck of her robes. With his mouth still sealed to hers, but the
kisses growing more eager, he unfastened the buttons, then pushed the robe from
her shoulders and down over her arms, finally trailing his fingers along her
hands, tracing the outline of his ring on her finger. He pulled away and looked for the first time
at the creamy silk knickers and camisole she’d chosen to wear. His eyes widened.
His attention
seemed captured by the camisole especially.
He slid one finger under each strap and lifted slightly, then both of his hands traveled slowly down the front of her
torso to slip underneath the soft material and back up along her skin. His fingers closed around her breasts,
kneading them lightly, while one bare leg gently worked its way between her
thighs, pressing her to the vanity.
He lowered his
head to her shoulder, with his hands still massaging her breasts, and Dianthus
leaned back on the vanity and raised her head, offering him unfettered access
to her neck. Snape inhaled deeply
through his nose, sniffing her skin and her hair, breathing into her ear, while
she squirmed in delight against his leg.
He moved away and
carefully pulled the camisole back down before he held out his hand to
her. She took it, and he led her from
the vanity. They climbed into the bed
together, and he lay on his side, gazing at her for a moment before lowering
his head again, this time to her breasts.
The faintly rough texture of the silk rubbed deliciously against her
skin as he moved back and forth between them, sucking and licking each one
through the delicate fabric, until her nipples were clearly visible through the
damp areas he’d created.
When it seemed
he’d had enough of her breasts for the moment, Snape moved down her torso,
rubbing his face and cheek along the surface of the camisole until he reached
her hips. Here he ran his mouth over the
delicate material of her knickers, plucking at the waistband with his teeth
until it moved low enough to reveal her thatch of pubic hair. His hand snaked under her leg and pressed
against her through the fabric, while he kissed her abdomen. With a great effort, Dianthus was able to
force her hips to remain almost still, even as he massaged the silk gently
against her. She couldn’t hold back a
weak groan, though.
Neither, it
seemed, could he. With anotheran, an, he
rose to his knees and pulled urgently at her knickers. Dianthus immediately lifted her hips and he
tugged the knickers roughly down her legs and over her feet, flinging them to
the floor as he crawled on top of her.
They grunted together as he slid inside of her. She was so excited that she thought he might
slide out if they weren’t careful.
“Cara mia,” he breathed
against her ear. “How I’ve missed you.”
“Shh,” she
whispered, putting her hand over his mouth.
He drew her index finger between his lips and sucked it with his eyes
closed until she pulled it gently away, afraid the sensations running through her
ld old overwhelm her completely.
They moved
together, Snape’s mouth exploring her neck more fully, Dianthus roaming his
back and shoulders with her hands, their sighs mingling in the silence of the
room. Dianthus was aching with need, and
from the trembling she felt in his muscles, he was too.
“Faster,” she
gasped.
“Patience,” he
crooned, though his body coed wed with her demand.
“You need it too,
I know you do,” she moaned, pulling his hips down hard as she thrust upward.
“I need you,” he groaned, digging his fingers
painfully into her shoulders. She
discounted the pain, because he didn’t hold back any longer, instead driving as
quickly as he could against her. In
minutes they were both glistening from exertion, urging each other on with
stifled gasps and grunts of pleasure, until Dianthus climaxed with a wail,
still rocking up to meet him in anticipation of his final prolonged
thrust. She couldn’t tell if the sounds
he made when he came indicated pleasure or pain or maybe even simple relief,
but he twitched into her for a long time before rolling off her, still
completely out of breath.
“A month is too
long,” he wheezed.
“I tried to tell
you,” Dianthus said smugly. She sat up
and pulled off the camisole – it stuck to her skin every inch of the way. With a frown of disgust, she tossed it onto
the floor.
“You are becoming
a horribly conniving little sneak,” he said reprovingly, when she had curled
against him.
“What are you
babbling about?” she said, lifting her head to look at him.
“All you could
give me was ‘more ice,’ and here you are tonight, wearing those–” he pointed
over the side of the bed, “–those flimsy little pieces of nothing. It was worse than
if you had been stark naked underneath your robes.”
“I noticed you got
a thrill out of them just now,” Dianthus said, “but I didn’t think that my
underclothes came under the heading of a suggestion.”
Snape moved one
hand to her breast.< sty style='mso-spacerun:yes'> “Mmm…silk on
silk. When my hands were on you, it was
silove ove and silk beneath.” He pushed
her onto her back. “And
those knickers. More inflammatory
than the ones you wore in The Leaky Cauldron.”
“You didn’t
actually get to touch the ones in The Leaky Cauldron,” she reminded him.
“And they were
absolutely soaking,” he murmured, his mouth joining the hand at her breast. “I could have sucked your pussy right through
them and still tasted you. Maybe we’ll
do that tomorrow, what do you think?”
“Why not tonight?”
she said eagerly.
“Because you’re
not going to be wearing knickers for the rest of the night,” he aineained,
moving into her favorite position. “So
we’ll just have to do it the old fashioned way.”
“We can experiment
later,” she agreed on a gasp. His tongue
slid over her with the self-assurance borne of familiarity, and his arm held
her hips confidently in place while she struggled happily beneath it.
She had almost
recovered from her third orgasm when Snape laid his head on her thigh and said
casually, “We might try something tonight, if you’re up for it.”
“What is it?”
panted Dianthus immediately.
Snape’s expression
turned thoughtful. “On second thought,
perhaps we should have something to eat first.”
“Not hungry,”
Dianthus barked, sitting up.
“You lie,” Snape
laughed. He turned slightly to look up
at her from her lap. “I could hear your
stomach grumbling just a minute ago.” He
looked at her suspiciously. “You do have food, Dianthus?”
“I went to the
shops today,” said Dianthus, adopting a hurt look.
“Come on, then,”
he said briskly, ignoring her expression.
“Some food, and then I’ll show you.”
He pulled her out of the bed.
“You horde
information like a camel hordes water, you know,” she grumbled, trailing behind
him through the bedroom door. “You could
give me a fucking clue.”
“It’s so much more
fun to show you,” he said, giving her an evil grin over his shoulder. “You always try to convince your body to run
away immediately, but it never does.”
“Very funny,” she
grunted. She looked around the living
room for his robes. “Where are your
clothes?”
“In your bedroom
closet,” he said with a superior smile.
“Oh.”
He looked askance
at her. “What? You don’t mind, do you?”
“Of course not,”
she scoffed. “I – I just thought maybe
you had disapparated naked.”
Snape rolled his
eyes. “That would have looked fairly
odd, if I had walked through the castle grounds with no clothing on. The rumor mill would be in full swing by
tomorrow morning.”
“You can’t
disapparate from your rooms?”
“Not from anywhere
on the grounds,” he said with a shrug.
“Didn’t you know that?”
“Obviously not,”
she snarled, yanking open the refrigerator and feeling decidedly stupid.
Snape stood behind
her as she rummaged through the food she’d picked up earlier. “I heard you talking to your mirror when I
came in,” he said.
Dianthus
grimaced. “It’s a little touchy. It’s old.
It was my grandmother’s.”
“I see. But my point is,” he continued softly, “that
I was able to walk undetected into your bedroom again, Dianthus.”
She
stiffened. “I took the wards off because
you were coming.”
“I can get through
your locks just fine,” he said, even more softly. “I helped you set them, if you remember.”
“Severus, I–”
“I was quite
certain I had made my point the last time I was here,” he said, turning her to
face him. “Have you been locking up
every night like you told me you would?”
“Yes, of course,”
she snapped, angry that he was treating her like a child.
“So, next
time?” There was definitely an ominous
tone to his voice.
“Next time it will
take you an hour to get in here,” she hissed, jerking away from him.
“Dius,”us,” he
said quietly, “anyone could have walked in here prior to my arrival.” He turned her back to face him. “I would never forgive myself if something
happened to you.”
“But no one walked
in here but you,” she muttered.
“I’m begging
you. Promise me,” he said, tipping her
face up to his.
“I promise,” she
sighed.
His eyes
narrowed. “You promised me last time.”
“I – I couldn’t
wait to see you,” she whispered.
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