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Lessons with Severus	By : iamlying Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 14244 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-The Lesson
- 1
Heather Potter was not happy at having lessons in protecting her mind with Snape. But, given Dumbledore wanted her to, she was unwillingly cooperating. She just pouted a lot.
“Hey, it’ll be alright.” Ron Weasley- her best friend- told her. He nudged her arm. “Dumbledore won’t let him be to nasty.”
“That’s what I’m hoping for.” Heather sighed and stood up. She waved to her friends and left, adjusting her skirt and cursing the fact she couldn’t wear pants. She hated skirts and anything feminine, thanks to her aunt Petunia shoving her into them and Dudley and his friends tormenting her by flipping her skirt up or mocking her.
Sometimes she wished she’d been born a boy to avoid all of the hassle being a girl caused. It didn’t help she somehow had gotten a little busty with a DD-Cup sized chest which she had no idea how given with how little her relatives fed her didn’t seem possible. It was a little obscene her chest and small frame and she made a point to buy baggy shirts to hide it.
Walking into Snape’s office, she nodded to him and sat down on a chair he gestured at.
“Now… clear your mind.” Snape hissed, pointing his wand at her.
Skirts are annoying, why does she have to wear them. Ugh.
…buying baggy clothing and making sure to cover up…
… hating dresses and being girlly…
“AHH!” Heather yanked her head and shook it. “Shouldn’t you be telling me how to clear my mind?”
“This is how.” Snape hissed and then the spell came again.
…secretly liking the skirts…
…wanting to buy tighter clothing but being worried about selling out…
…loving dresses but being afraid she’ll lose her reputation…
Heather was yanked out of it, breathing heavily and frowning. Those memories… they didn’t seem right.
But… they were in her head… they had to be…
-0-
Heather was confused and frightened through the next day, wondering what was with her head. Hermione had worriedly asked if she was okay, but Heather just said Occulmancey was harder then she thought mentally.
But her mind was on skirts and how she did like them, she liked them swishing around her knees and she liked the freedom and…
She was very confused when she went back for lessons.
“Clear your mind.” Snape hissed and then…
… Mrs. Weasley convincing her to buy a lace bra cause every woman needs lace and being embarrassed…
… wearing boxers cause those felt comfortable…
… hating how big her breasts were and how heavy…
“WHAT THE FUCK!” Heather said, blushing as she yanked herself out of that. “THAT’S FUCKING PRIVATE!”
“Ten points from Gryffindor for language Potter. And it wouldn’t come to your mind if it hadn’t been in the back of your head!” Snape hissed before he cast his spell again.
… lace feeling pleasant on her skin and liking it…
… wearing boxers cause that’s all her relatives would let her get and she wants to buy fancy panties…
… cupping her breasts and loving them and playing with them and…
Snape cut it then, red as she was and he coughed awkwardly. Heather refused to look up.
“Get out.” He said after a moment and Heather ran. She headed right to her dorm room and closed the curtains around her bed, ignoring her friends. She dimly heard Hermione theorizing that she had experienced an embarrassing memory with Snape and… it was… kinda…
Oh god.
Heather lay on her bed, hands over her eyes and didn’t want to move but… were those…
She removed her hands to slide them down to her breasts, cupping them through her shirt. They were heavy and awkward and… so nice.
She took off her vest, shirt and bra to cup her breasts, squeezing them and pinching her nipples, gasping. She… why hadn’t she done this… no, she had to have. Yes, she did, didn’t she?
She… she didn’t know what…
It had to be her memories.
-0-
The next day was a Hogsmeade day and she split off from her friends for a moment to go to the only lingere store in the village. She felt embarrassed but happy as she bought lacy bras and panties. They felt nice and were pretty and…
Why… why did her brain hurt? She had memories of liking these things… so she had to… right?
That night, she went to her lesson wearing her new underwear and feeling very giddy and giggly as she sat down, though she tried not to show it.
“Clear your mind.” Snape hissed at her, his eyes lingering on her.
… hating the lessons on being a lady Mrs. Weasley insists on…
… wanting to be an Auror or a Quidditch player…
… wanting to be independent…
Snape pulled out and Heather breathed, shaking her head. He gave no warning before casting again.
… secretly practising the lessons and giggling about it…
… seeing Ladies being handled delicately and wanting that…
… being overwhelmed by everything and wanting someone to take care of her…
Heather shook her head and closed her eyes, wondering what the hell. That couldn’t be right. It felt… it felt right but…
“It appears you wear a mask like any other Slytherin.” Snape said, watching her. He raised an eyebrow. “Should I tell Dumbledore his weapon won’t be working out anymore?” Heather sneered, but the words got stuck in her head as she went back to her dorm.
What did he mean? What was he talking about?
And… what was going on…
-0-
Through the next month, Heather was plagued by her thoughts as more and more she was remembering wanting to be soft and girly but Dumbledore not wanting her to. She remembered delighting in her big breasts and playing with them when she had time, finding herself doing so nightly now. She remembered enjoying feminine clothing, shaving regularly and…
She didn’t know why she didn’t remember earlier or why she had been so tomboyish. It was all… fuzzy.
Her lessons with Snape kept bringing it up though and she was so confused.
Sitting in her chair, Snape cast the spell again.
…dancing with Neville at the Yule Ball and loving it, he’s so cute…
… glaring at Snape and thinking him annoying and rude…
… Staring after Neville and giggling to herself…
Snape let her out and she let out a shuddering breath, shaking.
“Clear your mind.” He hissed and cast the spell again.
…Neville steps on her feet every five seconds and it is really annoying…
… Being upset when Neville explodes another cauldron and she gets in trouble…
… Staring at Snape as he talks and staring at his hands, thinking about them cupping her tits…
Heather yelped, and yanked herself out, bright cherry red. Snape stared at her, eyes wide.
She turned and bolted, feeling incredibly embarrassed and confused because… that couldn’t be right. It couldn’t. She liked Neville, she had a crush on him for years it… but Snape had such lovely hands and was so tall and rich and would probably want her to…
Heather closed her eyes and wanted to cry.
Everything was so confusing.
-0-
Heather didn’t want to go the next day to her lessons, but she had to. Snape didn’t even speak before shooting the spell at her when she walked in.
… fingering herself and moaning Nev- Severus out loud…
… buying a dildo and pretending it’s Nevi- Severus…
Heather choked, dragging herself back, and feeling her cheeks flush. Sn… Severus looked at her, an eyebrow raised. He lifted his wand but instead of going back into her mind, he locked the door behind her. She stared at him as he stalked forward to her.
“It looks like one thing’s been on your mind Potter.” She looked down, only for her to see him lifting a hand and cupping one breast, squeezing it. She gasped, looking up to see him looking down at her with a hunger. “How about I help you get rid of it.”
He leaned forward to kiss her, his mouth dominating her. Her mind whirled, confusion and wonder and…
She moaned into the kiss, reaching up to grab at his neck. He pulled away to hiss a spell and suddenly they were naked. He took no time in shoving into her, which hurt but his hands on her tits, squeezing and rubbing at them felt nice.
He fucked her against the door, Heather moaning as she stared into his eyes, feeling memories flashing through her mind of her wanting him, her playing with herself and thinking of him.
Severus came into her, making her moan as she came herself as one memory came into her mind of her playing with herself for hours thinking of Severus.
She collapsed against him, breathing heavily.
“Good job Heather.” Severus said softly and it felt great to hear his voice. “How about we continue this instead of our usual lessons.”
“Yes please Severus.” Heather said, pulling away and looking up at him. He smirked and reached down to play with her breasts, making her sigh. “You like them?”
“Of course I do, I was the one to give you the potion to make them this size.” Severus said and Heather frowned, tilting her head.
“Severus?”
“You might be able to throw off the Imperius, but having someone implant false memories seems to be beyond your scope.” Severus remarked, beginning to thrust into her again, his cock hardening. Heather shook her head, staring still into his eyes.
“What?”
“All those thoughts? Wanting new undergarments, wanting to be a good wife and stay at home, loving to play with your breasts, wanting me… I implanted those.” He thrust harder, making her gasp. “You played right into my hands.”
“I…” it made a horrific sense and she tried to yank away but couldn’t, forced to keep staring into his eyes.
“The Dark Lord agreed to let me keep you when he realized you’re a Horcrux.” Seve… Snape. SNAPE. SNAPE.
“You monster!” she growled, trying to move, but he slammed her into the door.
“Don’t worry, you’ll forget this…”
Heather woke up, finding herself sitting on Severus’ lap, his hand playing with her clit while he marked papers. She moaned a little, leaning back into his chest.
“I had such an awful dream,” she remarked.
“Want help forgetting?” Severus asked, his fingers sliding into her.
“Mmm, please.” She said, turning to kiss him nice and slow, her dream already fading away.
She never noticed the gleam in his eyes as she sunk onto his cock.
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