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Snape's Story	By : tbird1965 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 33389 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 9
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. Complete. Het, solo, oral.

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Severus Snape resisted the urge to shift uncomfortably in his seat. The tension in the small room was palpable. Everything about this situation was wrong. He stared at the witch sitting behind the antique oak desk, watching as she shuffled through a stack of parchment. His “file”. She'd been his student for fucks sake and now he was supposed to pour his heart and soul out to her like some emotional first year? 'Fuck that. Her hair is different then it was in school. Short now.' He thought absentmindedly. 'Bloody hell I need a drink.'

The witch behind the desk laid the file down and placed her hands flat on top of the papers. She examined him carefully before speaking. “Why don't you tell me why you're here Professor.”

“You've read the file.” He responded with his best sneer. “I think it should be self explanatory. And having read the file,” he added sarcastically, “you should know I no longer hold the title of Professor.”

She stared at him, her expression unreadable. “”No you don't. But I suppose old habits die hard. What shall I call you then?”

“Call me whatever you bloody well want. I really don't give a damn.” He snapped, running a shaky hand across his forehead. He really needed a drink. “You might as well call me Severus. It is my name after all.” He sighed softly.

“Alright Severus.” The counselor said patiently. “Why don't you tell me why you're here.”

Snape's eyes were dark with anger and impotent rage. “Following my dismissal from Hogwarts I was given several...........options. This one seemed the least objectionable.” He sneered.

“And your other choices?”

“Azkaban or in patient Rehabilitation at St. Mungos”

“Well I can certainly understand why you wouldn't choose Azkaban, but what were your objections to St. Mungo's? Their rehabilitation facilities are exceptional.”

“I've have spent more then enough time in St. Mungo's.” He growled angrily Looking up he pinned the young counselor with his obsidian glare. “Can you for one moment imagine what it was like to have my arse wiped and my bullocks washed by nurses that once sat in my classroom? Oh yes.” He snorted in disgust. “I became quite the side show exhibit. Let's all come see what the Bat of the Dungeon's has hiding under his robes.”

“That must have been very demoralizing for you. Paralyzed, unable to speak, unable to defend yourself.”

Snape folded his arms across his chest and said nothing, his face dark with barely controlled anger,

“So...” The counselor cleared her throat nervously and shuffled through the file again. “You elected private counseling. However, I was also your student. Will that be an issue?” She looked up and met his eyes, her gaze steady and calm.

“Oh course it's a bloody issue.” He hissed. “But what choice do I have? I want my license back. I want my wand back. In order to achieve those things I must endure this travesty.”

“Let's talk about the events that led to your dismissal from Hogwarts.” The witch said, pulling two pieces of parchment from the file and scanning them carefully. “Why don't you tell me what happened.”

He tilted his head back, he tossed back his drink. Swallowing he felt the whiskey burn down his throat and settle warm in his stomach. His nose felt numb and his lips tingled. Slamming the glass down on the bar, he stared in confusion when one glass became three. Focusing on the one in the middle, he raised a shaking hand and pointed to the empty glass, the movement making him sway unsteadily on his stool.

“I think you've had enough, Professor.” The barkeep said softly. “Maybe you should head back to the school now.”

'Enough?' The dark man thought. 'How can it be enough? I can still feel and think and remember?' It's not enough.” Reaching out with a hand he could no longer control, he made several failed attempts to grab his empty glass.

“Professor.” The barkeeps voice was sterner now as he snatched the glass away from his floundering hand. “It's the middle of the afternoon. There are students present. I think you should go back to the castle and sleep it off.”

He was walking now. Struggling to place one leg in front of the other leg, each step pulling him diagonally across the road. The road. What road? The road between Hogsmead and Hogwarts. That's where he was, walking on the road to Hogwarts. Swaying slightly, he tried to focus on the wavering path head of him; one leg, two legs, repeat. Why was it so fucking far? Stumbling, the ground rose up and slammed into him, jarring every bone in his body. Lifting his head, he stared at a set of stone stairs directly in front of him. Ah, the castle, that's what I need. On hands and knees, he crawled up the undulating steps. Why can't they be still? Reaching the top, he stood, swaying uneasily. 'Merlin, I have to piss'. Lurching across the stone floor, he braced his hand gratefully against the solid wall. Finally the world has stopped moving. 'Now to take care of the most important matter.' Fumbling at his trousers, he sighed when his hand closed around the soft flesh of his cock, he groaned with pleasure and relief as urine splashed against the wall and trickled down to pool around his feet. Whispers, giggles and chortles pierced through the haze. Blinking his eyes, he gazed blearily at the pack of students surrounding him. A flash of light made him flinch backwards. His cock still hanging limply from his trousers, he pushed himself off the wall and staggered across the foyer.

'What's wrong with you all? What are you staring at?” He growled, his words slurred. “Haven't you ever seen a man pee before?”

The counselor held out a piece of paper to him.

“I've seen it. Thank you.” His baritone voice was low and dangerous. Blazened across the front page of the Daily Prophet was a picture of him staggering drunkenly across the front hall of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. A black box covered his exposed genitals to sensitive eyes.

War Hero Terminated. Severus Snape, Hero or Pervert?

“Conduct unbecoming. Indecency.” The witch read softly. “But that wasn't the first time you had trouble, was it?” She raised her eyes to stare at him across the desk. “There are several notations of previous inappropriate behaviors, reporting to class intoxicated, threatening to curse students.” Again she shuffled through papers before selecting one. “I see that Minerva suggested you attend AA meetings. Why did you decline?”

“I am not an alcoholic.”

“Mmmm.” She frowned. “She also recommended anti depressants.” Her eyes questioned.

“I do not care for the sexual side effects. I like to masturbate. Frequently.” He smirked at the shocked look that flashed quickly across her face. “Does that surprise you?”

The faint tint of red on her cheeks belayed the calm tone of her voice. “Of course not, you are still a young man, Severus. The need for sexual release is perfectly normal.” She pulled a blank bit of parchment closer to her and made several notes.

A soft chime sounded. She wrote for a moment longer then laid her quill aside. “Well our time is up for now. Same time tomorrow?” She glanced up just in time to see his robes billow behind him as he stormed from the office and into the hall.
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