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The Young and Delinquent	By : kjaydeck3 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 1731 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-The Young and Delinquent
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Once more not my OC. But that�s okay. Sequel to �The Poly Juice Escapade�. Apparently Mercy picked up more than one potion on that outing. Basically a potion that makes her pubescent for awhile. The sex is a bit long, but I couldn�t really figure out how to cut it down. And I do realize this story is kinda odd if you don't know in depth about the OC. I am gonna work on that.

Snape sat at his desk quietly, listening as the herd of students leaving the Potions Classroom became a drizzle, until they were all finally gone. He allowed a slight exhale of relief, valuing the few minutes of silence he had to work before dealing with the detention students.
It was about ten minutes past the normal start of detention when the single delinquent of the day filed in. She had a slight smile on her plump lips and an all around defiant demeanor about her.
�Good of you to finally make an appearance,� Snape said dryly, watching carefully as she took a seat in the front row of desks.
�I wouldn�t think of missing detention with you, Professor,� she purred.
Snape arched an eyebrow, furtively eyeing the girl as he returned to his work. She only had on a few bits of her uniform, no robes. No sweater. But she still wore a meticulously tucked in blouse, sleeves rolled up past her elbows. Her gray socks were pulled up as far as they�d go, no doubt held in place by a charm, and her green and silver striped tie was clipped neatly in place. Her hair was a bit mussed, but he found it rather appealing.
Snape cleared his throat audibly, actually returning to his work now. He rifled through the papers before him, working on the double potions lesson plan for the following day. He scribbled quietly, focusing on the familiar sound of quill on parchment. He carried on this way for a matter of minutes before getting to his feet to gather the ingredients he would need for the demonstration, surprised at how quite the young girl was being. Most kids mumbled quietly or attempted to get into his good graces by doing potions work or asking if he needed assistance.
He cast one last glance at the girl before silently slipping into the Potions Supply room. He was only away for a few minutes, returning to the classroom with an armful of ingredients. He deposited the items on his desk, more than a bit horrified when his eyes returned to the mussy haired Slytherin girl.
He watched her a moment, silently. She had her legs spread and her hand under her skirt. Her head was tipped back and her mouth was opened in a silent moan. His voice caught in his throat and it took him a moment to find it again.
�What are you doing?!� he demanded, trying hard not to be aroused by what he saw.
She started a bit, opening her eyes to meet his gaze. She simply smiled, eyes loosing focus a bit as she continued to manipulate herself. His eyes widened at this, unsure of how to proceed.
He caught her by the arm, pulling her to her feet as he searched desperately for the appropriate thing to say.
�Something wrong, Professor?� She asked, voice a mere purr.
Snape blinked dumbly, meeting the dark eyes as the girl brought her fingers to her mouth, licking away any evidence of what she�d been doing. It was painfully clear who she�d been thinking of.
�Indeed,� he frowned, yanking her by the arm as he moved back towards his desk. He forcefully pushed her into it, pushing her face against the rough wood grain.
�I�m afraid that now I�ll have to punish you.�
Silence.
��Punish me?� She asked tentatively, not moving from the awkward position she found herself in.
He acknowledged her with a grunt, grabbing his robes from the back of his seat, wand clattering to the stone floor.
She inhaled sharply, listening to the rustle of his clothing as he retrieved it.
�What are you going to do?� Her voice wavered the slightest bit as she asked this.
Snape ignored the girl, mumbling a simple transfiguration spell that changed his exotic quill into a rather wicked looking switch.
It was about this time that the delinquent child lifted her head to see what was happening, barely registering the stick in his hand and what it was for before she felt his hand under her skirt, taking hold of her satin green panties and yanking them down around her thighs.
Snape smiled as he heard her gasp, appraising the view a moment. Her backside was well rounded, the ivory skin smooth and firm. Her entrance was wet with arousal, not entirely due to her ministrations, he noted.
With an unseen grin he placed one hand on the small of her back, effectively enough keeping her in place, while he took the switch in his other hand, eyeing it. He said nothing, cracking the switch across her ass, this drew a whimper from her. He repeated the action, whipping her with the pliant branch again and again. He kept a steady pace, and could feel her tense each time in anticipation, trying hard not to cry out each time it came in contact with her flesh.
Minutes had passed when he finally slowed the torture, his arm trembled slightly and he wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. If he hadn�t been fully hard already, watching the red welts appear against her pale skin would have gotten him there.
He watched her unmoving form, listening to the wet, ragged inhales that betrayed her silent tears. He took her by the hair, pushing her back against the desk and nudging her legs farther apart, making sure she felt the bulge of his arousal. He was pleased by the gasp that ensued, hands moving over the angry colored stripes he�d given her.
�Professor?� she managed around slight sob, not daring to lift her head from where it rested. She wasn�t surprised by his lack of response, listening intently to the rustles of his clothing. He took her by the waist, bringing the head of his cock to press against her wetness. She gasped at this, immediately frustrated by the deliberate slowness of his entrance.
Snape grunted, calling on all the self control he could muster to continue this way, pulling almost all the way out and sliding slowly back in. She didn�t try to hide the desperation in her moans, pushing back against his painfully slow thrusts.
�Patience,� he said all too calmly, repeating the slow motions once more before increasing his pace just slightly. He tightened his grip on her, easily keeping her from moving against his thrusts. With one thumb he reached for one of the angrier looking welts, doing his best to remind her of the pain.
She gasped, not entirely from pain, and he had to allow a vocalization as well feeling her insides contract around him. He started to thrust harder, trying not to increase his speed by too much. She cried out and whimpered, and silently begged for him to do more.
Snape seemed to acknowledge this, hands leaving her bare hips to rove over her still clothed shoulders and back, he roughly cupped both of her breasts as he made an effort slam into her harder, no longer doubtful that he was hitting the right spot.
�Professor,� she pleaded, fingers curled over the far edge of his desk, eyes squeezed shut and mouth wide open in a constant gasp. Initially taken off guard by her voice, Snape slowed his movements, listening to her shallow breaths increase.
�Don�t stop,� she begged, biting her lower lip as she moved against him. �Please,�
He wound his fingers into her mussed hair, pulling roughly as he stopped moving within her completely.
�Naughty girl,� he scolded, withdrawing entirely and pulling her to her feet.
�No,� she gasped, almost loosing her footing as he began to herd her down the aisle between the desks. She twisted around desperately in his grasp, catching him by the collar and smashing her dried lips against his. She forced her tongue into his mouth, fingers working at his buttons while his lips responded to her with little hesitation.
He kept his grip on her hair tight, twisting to tilt her head farther back. Their tongues fought furiously for a short while before he surrendered and let hers move how it wished about his mouth. When they finally parted she still had both hands occupied with his clothing, moving past the layers to finally feel his flesh.
Snape smiled, kissing the girl again on the lips before trailing his mouth along her neck to suck and nip. She responded with small gasps, leaning into him, urging him to go farther. He gasped as well, feeling her slender digits pinching at his nipples.
He ignored her tie, pulling her shirt opened at the cost of many buttons. He reapplied his lips to her neck, licking along the line of her collar bone and down over any bit of breast that wasn�t concealed by her brassiere. He smiled inwardly finding that it clasped in the front, undoing it easily to free her young, ample breasts. He ran a thumb over a nipple, pushing and rubbing it before taking it between two fingers and pinching softly.
She shuddered in his arms, gasp rushing from her mouth as she caught his arm for support.
�Please, Professor,� her voice was a desperate whisper.
Snape raised an eyebrow, �Please?�
She only mewled pathetically, bumping her hips against him insistently. He grunted at this, silently agreeing that he couldn�t wait too much longer either.
He backed her against the nearest desk, taking her by the hips and lifting her onto it.
He leaned to kiss her once more, hand sliding along her thighs before he slid a finger inside her, thumb pressing against her clit gently. She grabbed his shoulders, shuddering from the sensation as she bucked against his hand.
�No, no,� She gasped, raising her hips again, wiggling desperately for more contact. �Please, don�t�� she started to pant and he could feel her nails in him through his clothing.
Snape smiled wickedly, withdrawing and moving to join her on the desk. She leaned back, arms wrapping around his neck as he eased himself back into her, and moving so she laid against the table.
�Stupid girl,� he grunted as he found the right pace, hands planted on either side of her head. He got an extra thrill seeing how small she was trapped beneath him.
He sped up, watching her writhe with each thrust and sigh desperately at each withdrawal. Her nails dug into his shoulders and one heal dug into the small of his back with similar force.
�No, no�please don�t,� she managed with a moan arching against him reactively.
�No?� he snorted, almost laughing at the feeble protest.
�Maybe if you hadn�t started without me you wouldn�t be so close now.�
She whimpered desperately and he could feel her tightening around him. He could only groan at the delicious sensation.
��And certainly wouldn�t be worried about your professor making you come,� he said with a groan.
She jumped at his movements, writhing against him with a lame whimper.
�No�Professor, please.�
�I will make you come,� he growled, pulling out completely and slamming into her with all the strength he could muster. She writhed with pleasure, moaning against him as he pulled out again, slamming back into her until she began to shudder with orgasm. Now he returned to the faster pace, even as he could feel her muscles squeezing him.
�Good,� he grunted deeply, almost coming himself. But he was still intent to make her squirm.
�Now,� he ground out, exhaling as he watched her face, �I�m sure you�ve got a few more�in that�young, body of yours,� with that he mumbled a simple charm that guaranteed him a few more minutes of hardness.
�Oh,� she managed, still contracting a bit.
He paused, running a hand along the back of her thigh, deciding to change the position of his arms so he could keep her legs in the air. She hissed in pain, and he started to move again.
He kept a relatively steady pace, occasionally speeding up or going harder, and it wasn�t long before she was whimpering again.
Snape grunted, reveling in the fact that this orgasm would take longer to induce, hoping he could last.
The girl pushed against him, noises a mix of pain and desperation as he continued to pound into her. She shuddered and jumped, but still hadn�t returned to the breaking point. Snape exhaled, feeling how close he was as she continued to teeter on the edge of orgasm.
�Almost there,� he grunted, afraid he might not make it. He was so close.
�Almost,� she moaned in agreement, meeting his gaze. She held his gaze as long as she could, shutting her eyes tight with a gasp.
�Severus,� she hissed, clawing at his shoulders.
He let her legs go, leaning down into her until their noses touched, �Coming?�
She bumped her nose to his, nodding emphatically and silently urging him to keep going.
�Good lord!�
Snape�s head snapped up, eyes falling on the open class room door, where a horrified Minerva McGonagall stood, both hands clasped over her mouth. He stared blankly, not saying anything, just as horrified as the other professor.
She turned away, not intending to meet his gaze anytime in the near future.
�I�m dreadfully sorry I didn�t intend�� She was almost completely out the door when she spun back around, realizing with a deeper horror that she�d spotted slytherin colors in the mess of bodies. She took a slow step back into the potion�s room.
�My word, Severus�is that a student?�
Snape paled at this, he had desperately hoped she�d leave. He opened his mouth to speak, but found no words befitting the situation.
McGonagall stared, watching intently as the girl moved, turning so she could see her face. And as their eyes locked, and the elder woman began to feel senile for not recognizing the girl, she caught an angry flash of purple in the familiar eyes.
She gasped once more, turning away and shielding her eyes, �Morrigan.� She turned toward the pair again briefly, eyes still hidden before turning back toward the door.
�So sorry. I should be leaving,� she rushed back into the corridors, fumbling to shut the door behind her.
Mercy turned back to face Snape, noses bumping as she found his gaze. His eyes were still wide and his face paled with embarrassment. She stuck her tongue out, running it over his lips.
He sat up, eyeing her with a deep frown.
�Not a word,� he hissed.
She smiled slightly, �About the forgotten locking charm?�
His expression changed to a dead on glare, �No�that was your fault.�
She raised an eyebrow, hand moving over his chest tentatively, �You wouldn�t have had a very good time if I had broken character, now would you have?�
His anger didn�t falter, and neither did his gaze as he withdrew.
�Morrigan, not a word.�
She shrugged, hand darting between her legs to touch her clit. She�d barely brushed it again before she could feel the onset of a mind shattering orgasm. Her hips bounced and she cupped her breast with the other hand, still stroking the over stimulated nub of flesh. She allowed a frustrated moan, struggling to move her fingers faster until she couldn�t move them at all, hips returning to the desk with a deep sigh.
After a beat she sat up, amused at the mix of amazement and hurt on the other professor�s features. She arched an eyebrow, not feeling an ounce of guilt for having to bring herself to completion.
�What?�
��Couldn�t you have waited on that?�
She frowned, unknotting the tie round her neck, �Just because you cou-�
�Morrigan!� he hissed.
Her purple eyes burned, and he couldn�t help but be amazed that the uniform still fit her rather well now that the potion had worn off. She grabbed the robe she�d left by the door, wrapping herself in it before she meet his gaze.
�It isn�t my bloody fault that you came as soon as she said your bloody name!�
Snape paled even more, looking as if he might actually faint, �Morrigan-�
�I will see you later, Severus.� She hissed. And with that she stormed from the classroom.

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