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Dragon Lust	By : NoOneHasThisName Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 5052 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Dragon Lust
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“This is so stupid.” I mumbled, crossing my arms over my chest as a chill slipped its icy fingers around me. From beside me, my best friend and often partner in crime scowled at me and tapped her wand against the sconce hanging in the hall. The candles flared to life, nearly blinding me.

“Well, how else were we supposed to get this?” She started looking through the numerous shelves of vials. Spending my Saturday night sneaking into Professor Snape’s ingredient closet was not what I expected when I woke up this morning. And by tomorrow, I had a feeling we were going to pack our bags to head home since this was clearly grounds for expulsion. For a freaking love potion.

Sighing, I looked at the heavy door behind us, biting on my thumb nail nervously. “Where did you say you read this from again?”

“Witch weekly. All we needed was some perfume that we’ve worn before, bath water, and this.” She held up a sparkling vial with a peeling label, a small grin stretching across her mouth. “Dragon Lust.” My eyes bulged at the pure pheromone she held between her small delicate fingers.

I had never had the opportunity to actually see an actual bottle of it, but I’ve heard stories from my older sister and her friends. Apparently one drop made you irresistible to anyone. I watched as my sneaky best friend pulled the cork and slowly let a drop fall from the vial. It hit her concoction with a hiss as a cloud of red smoke made its way out. “Ok, you got it, now let’s go.”

“Fine.” She reached to put the vial back on the shelf. I heard a clink of glass and I tapped my wand on the candle to extinguish it. “Hey wait!” She shouted before I felt a small object shatter against my leg, pouring its contents on my bare skin. We sat in silence for a long moment as I held my breath, knowing any second Professor Snape would burst into the door. “That was the Dragon’s Lust…” She said with a whimper. “We have to go now!” She shoved past me and opened the door. I could only hear her footsteps as she fled from the closet.

Oh my god. It was all I could think as I stood frozen in the darkness, feeling my way for the door. Apparently the stuff worked wonders, and on the same sex. Thank God she had ran when she did…I shuddered to think of the consequences.

“Bianca.” I whispered, cursing the dungeons for being so dark. “Bianca, don’t you leave me.” Silence was my answer as my shins contacted with a wooden stool, sending it flying across the stone floor. I held my breath, biting my lip so hard I tasted blood.

After a long moment, I let out my breath and put my hand out to try to find a wall. As my hand hit something soft, warm and breathing, I whimpered. The candles around the room flared to life and I nearly screamed at the looming dark figure standing in front of me. Professor Snape looked absolutely furious until his eyes moved down to my leg…the same leg that Bianca spilled a highly potent aphrodisiac on.

“Miss Jackson, I hope for your sake that you have not been snooping in my supply closet. The consequences would be dire.” I couldn’t speak, breath, nor move at all. I was dead. No worse, I was expelled. I could feel tears prick at my eyelids and all I could do was look at him with apology written all over my face…

Before I could burst into tears, something flickered across my Professor’s face and he took a long step back, covering his nose with a handkerchief. A blush flooded across my face immediately as I realized why. “Miss Jackson I hope you are well aware of the repercussions of your actions tonight.” He walked quickly, and rather stiffly to the white, wash basin in the corner of the room and ran a towel under the tap.

He was back across the classroom in two strides, bending down to wrap the towel around my sticky ankle. I was suddenly very aware of my pajama shorts sitting against the middle of my thigh. Had I shaved my legs? For some reason, the thought of Professor Snape seeing the stubble on my legs had me nervous and cursing myself for neglecting my razor this morning.

For a minute, I watched as Professor Snape wiped off my ankle and foot with the towel, his fingers grazing the stretch of skin on the inside of my leg. I shivered and let a small sigh escape my lips as a wave of sensations swept over me. What the bloody hell?

I clamped my hand over my mouth as the realization that Snape had heard it hit me. His hands paused, gripping the towel against my foot. “Miss Jackson, I think it’s best if you went straight to your dormitory and washed yourself off.” He stood and stared down his crooked nose at me, his eyes dark and heady. I didn’t want to leave. Every fiber in my body begged me to find an excuse for him to touch me again.

I reached out, watching myself as if I were standing outside my body. He stepped back quickly and squeezed his eyes shut. “Miss-“

“Fiona.” I breathed, unable to help the urgency of my voice. “My name is Fiona.” My fingers grazed the buttons of his inky black coat, the touch sending a roll of pleasure through my arm. Shocked, I pulled away, but it was too late. My body had a taste of what it could have…and it wanted more. More. More. So much more.

“Fiona…” He lowered the cloth from his face slowly, staring at me with so many things flashing through those dark eyes. Fear, excitement, pure lust…He grabbed my shoulders suddenly, pulling me to him, crushing my chest against his. The buttons of his jacket pressed against my breasts, but the pain only send little shockwaves down my body. “Consider this your punishment.” His voice was nothing but a whisper, full of lust.

I opened my mouth to accept, but his lips crushed against mine. I moaned against his mouth as he lifted me from the floor and dropped me against his desk. With a wave of his arm, flasks and papers were sent flying, scattering and shattering. His lips never left mine.

My fingers slid across his shoulders, pulling at the fabric, begging it to just disappear. It was as if my entire thought process was focused solely on having every inch of Professor Snape inside me that I couldn’t grasp the concept of buttons. My hands shook so hard against his chest that he felt it and took them in his own. He pulled away, staring at me through a messy curtain of black hair. I watched in lustful agony as he kissed the tips of my fingers and lowered my arms to my sides. My head rolled back as he pressed hot kisses against my neck, nipping with his teeth on the sensitive skin. My back arched against him and I could control my legs as they wrapped around his waist.

I was vaguely aware of his hands pulled up the hem of my t-shirt, slipping it up over my bra. My nipples pressed against the fabric, as I pushed my chest up into his hands. Professor Snape pulled the unwanted piece of cloth down around my ribs and took my breasts in his hands, squeezing them almost too hard. A shudder ripped through me and I could feel my panties soaking between my legs. Snape’s mouth left my collar for only a moment before taking a nipple and sucking.

I moaned and let my hand grip the hair on the back of his head, keeping his mouth steady. His tongue flicked across the sensitive bud before his teeth gripped and teased. “Oh God…” I bit my lip and shuddered, both loving what he was doing and hating it for taking so long. Snape’s lips left my breast and I gasped, looking down to make sure he hadn’t stopped.

The sight of him pulling the waist of my shorts down sent a wave throughout my body as I lifted my arse to give him access. The wood of his desk felt cold for a brief moment but I didn’t have time to notice. His fingers gripped my thighs, pushing them apart before his tongue slipped between my lips, grazing my clit. I gasped and bucked my hips at the sensation that was both foreign and exquisite. Never had a boy made me feel so alive.

Then again, this man was no 16 year old boy. My body rocked as his tongue rolled against my clit over and over, sending me back on my elbows. I felt the familiar tense of muscles as an orgasm crept ever so slowly through my body. I couldn’t help the curse that slipped from my mouth as I begged for the release. My legs shook as he continued the glorious motion, up and down and side to side. My body tensed and I could feel the explosive orgasm rock my entire body. I screamed and shook as the shudder of my orgasm started to fade.

Exhausted, I fell back on my back and stared at the ceiling. The rafters were swirling above me and I couldn’t tell if I was hallucinating the entire thing or not. I looked down with wide eyes as Snape pulled the black jacket off his body, shedding the white linen shirt as well. The only thing standing between him slipping the length of his cock inside me was the stretch of cloth.

He quickly unbuttoned his pants and freed his erection. I whimpered at the length but knew I wanted it. I wanted it more than anything else in the world. I gasped as his hand wrapped around my neck, pulling me up. He pulled my legs and brought my arse to the edge of the desk. It took only the touch of the head against me to send my head back with a groan.

His hand wound its way through my hair, bringing my head back up. “Look at me.” He growled, slamming into me. My eyes widened as I gasped for a breath. I had never experienced anything like his cock before, only used to inexperience and a minute of sex. My legs felt like jelly and I had to force my arms to keep me sitting upright.

Snape pulled out slowly before slamming right back into me, making me arch my back, his hand never releasing its grip on my hair. His rhythm picked up and before I could think, his lips were against mine. I gripped his shoulders as he pounded into me, rocking his desk on its legs.

Before I could beg for more, he pulled out and turned me around, pressing my back down so my chest was flat against the desk surface. I gripped the edge of the wood as he pushed into me from behind, bruising my hips with his grip. I moaned as he found his rhythm again, sliding out and in so deep I could feel it in places I didn’t know could be reached.

Before long, his moans matched mine and I could feel another ripple of tension pulling at my insides. “Oh God..” I bit my lip as his movements sent an orgasm ripping through my body for the second time. I could feel the moisture sliding down my legs from it. Snape’s fingers gripped harder as his breath became ragged and his pounding more harsh.

I could feel the hardness of his cock as his orgasms hit, sending his seed flowing through me. I gasped as he slid in and out slowly, reveling in the feeling. I laid against his desk, my forehead damp. I could feel sweat beads rolling off my chest and the small of my back. Still inside me, Snape dropped a small, gentle kiss against my shoulder blade and sighed. “That very well may have been the best sex I’ve ever had.” I grinned as he slid out of me and stepped back.

I raised off the desk, my legs shaking and sore. I felt amazing, as if I had fallen asleep with the flu and woke up completely cured. “Really?”

“Yes.” He pressed his lips against mine softly, running his long fingers through my hair. I shivered and enjoyed the warmth of his chest. “It’s too bad you won’t remember it.” He murmured against my mouth as I narrowed my eyes in confusion.

“What do you mean?”

He didn’t say another word, only raised his wand and looked at me with an unreadable expression. I briefly thought it could be regret, before a flash of white light blinded me and I fell into his arms, consciousness and any memory of our incident slipping from my mind.
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