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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Severus_Snape/Original_Female_Character
  Character:
      Severus_Snape, Original_Female_Character
  Additional Tags:
      Smut, Plot_What_Plot
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      Published: 2008-10-30 Words: 6202
****** (untitled) ******
by shyfoxling
Summary
     What's that you say? Some random girl has a crush on Severus, and he
     can drag himself out of mooning over Lily long enough to take her up
     on it? Nah. Never happen.
Notes
     Warnings/Contains: OFC with silly name ("Elspeth Alderley"?
     *eyeroll*), magical room that's a deus ex machina and is never
     explained, cracky lines, unrealistically good teenage sex, references
     to Severus/Regulus and unrequited Severus/Lily.
Charms was beginning to be a bit of an ordeal. As much as Elspeth liked the
subject, she had to admit that at NEWT level, her head was getting rather full
by now. She often wished sixth year would just hurry up and be over, but it was
still only May.
There was another problem, too: for most of the year she had been sneaking
looks at Severus Snape in the classes they shared, and it was taking more and
more concentration away from her work. Even though she could tell he still
fancied that Evans girl in Gryffindor (well, anyone with a brain could tell
that), she couldn't help it.
The net result was that at the end of the day like this, when her brain seemed
to refuse to absorb anything Flitwick was saying, she tended to fail on the
"sneaking" part of looking at him.
As she walked down the hallway after leaving class, eager to fetch some
mindless pulp novel from her dorm in Ravenclaw tower and take it outside for a
nice hour or so of turning off her brain, Elspeth felt something snag the
sleeve of her robe.
When she turned to see what it was and disentangle herself, she discovered that
the offending object was three slender fingers which had caught a fold of the
fabric between them. These fingers appeared to be in close association with a
slender wrist, a long arm, thin shoulders, a pale throat, and a pair of dark
eyes framed by lank black hair. The cohort was obviously, then, in the employ
of one Mr. Severus Snape.
"Was there something you wanted from me, Alderley?" he said, his expression
nearly blank but for a strange light in his eyes.
"Pardon?" Elspeth said, confused. "There's, er, nothing I..."
"Oh? It's only that you were staring at me so much during Charms just now, you
see. Was I mistaken, then?" Something in his tone hinted that he thought rather
the opposite.
Elspeth looked down at his fingers, which were rubbing the fabric of her sleeve
between them, and then back into his eyes. She swallowed. "Very well — yes,
actually, but I would prefer to discuss it somewhere..."
"...less crowded?" he finished for her. The corners of his mouth turned up ever
so slightly.
"So to say," she said, and smirked.
"Follow me, then, but not too closely," Severus said, and she did. She had
heard of a curious secret room on the seventh floor, and wondered if that was
their destination, but Severus instead led her to a rather ordinary-looking
door on the fourth floor, albeit it was in a dusty and shadowy sort of alcove.
"Take my hand," he said softly, holding one out to her.
Elspeth startled, and hoped the ambient light was dim enough to hide the blush
in her cheeks. "What?"
"Opens only for Slytherins... and guests," Severus explained, with a little
curl to his lip.
"I would have thought anything like that would be in the dungeons," Elspeth
said as she placed her hand in his. His fingers were pleasantly cool; his skin
unexpectedly soft except for a little roughness at the fingertips and a writing
callus on his third finger, where a quill shaft would rest.
Severus noticed the inquisitive exploration of her fingers and thumb, and
looked sideways at her. A shiver ran down Elspeth's spine at the feeling of his
gaze. "One might think that," he said mysteriously as he placed his other palm
on the door. It opened silently, and Severus tugged her inside.
The room was nothing special, and Elspeth wondered why it was so important that
only Slytherins be able to enter. It looked very much like a lonely storage
room, although curiously there didn't seem to be much in the way of spiderwebs
or dust. It was about the size of her common room, although with a much lower
ceiling. There were some worn desks, tables, and chairs scattered about the
floor and some shelves on the walls bearing assorted books and bric-a-brac.
"I don't understand. What's so interesting?"
"What do you mean?" he said, his face falling into a look of genuine confusion.
"Don't you see it?"
"See what?" Elspeth quickly put two and two together. "You've never actually
brought anyone else in here before, have you?"
"But there was – I – well, no," he admitted grudgingly, and turned away to
examine the shelves, or so they appeared to Elspeth.
"See what, then?" she repeated.
"It's a rather nice lounge," said Severus. "Comfortable appointments, fire,
books, bar—" (he smirked) "—wireless set, teh—eh..." He choked on the last
word, and Elspeth thought he might have been about to say "telly". Does he have
some Muggle background, then? she wondered, but decided not to inquire about it
now.
"So it can't be like that room on the seventh floor, then," Elspeth said,
drawing on the rumours she'd heard about the place.
"What room?" Severus replied, a little too innocently.
"Right," Elspeth said. "Well, it looks like some kind of storage to me."
Severus frowned thoughtfully and said mostly to himself, "But that isn't right.
Last time it was like this for him and me both. Why not now?"
" 'Him and me'? 'Last time'?" Elspeth asked, raising her eyebrows.
"None of your business," Severus said, his frown becoming hostile as he turned
annoyed eyes on her.
"All right; I'm sorry. I was just curious."
Severus's features softened a bit as he sighed and struck his fists softly
against the wall. After a moment with his head bowed, he snapped it up suddenly
to look at her with a kind of desperation. "Will you tell me anyway?"
"Did I say I wouldn't?" Elspeth said, facing Severus as she seated herself on
top of a nearby desk. "I just wanted to understand where we were."
Severus turned around and leaned against the wall with his arms folded. "It
looks like there's still at least one amazing and mysterious thing at Hogwarts,
then," he said a bit uncertainly.
"Yes, apparently there is," Elspeth said, and smiled.
A little colour appeared in his cheeks. "I do so love being correct," he said,
and glided over to stand in front of her. At this distance she could feel the
warmth of his body, but he didn't touch her. She could feel his eyes tracing
the contours of her face and neck, and a hot ache awoke low in her belly.
Now she remembered just what it was that had started all this: that despite
what many people would say, as far as she was concerned, Severus was one sexy
piece of work. She had spent no small number of nights envisioning him lying
beside her, kissing her, touching her, bringing her off more times than was
really very likely when you looked at it logically; then slipping smirkingly
but longingly out the door at the crack of dawn like some romantic highwayman
of a lover out of a folk song, except without all of that deadly dull business
about unintended pregnancy.
Elspeth braced her arms on the desk as she leaned forward, and pressed one knee
against his hip. "Hi," she said softly, and smiled. She thought she caught the
hint of an answering smile before her eyes were too close to his skin to see
properly.
She nuzzled his cheek and brushed her nose against his own, lips not quite
touching. Truth be told, it was quite electric enough, and she wasn't sure she
could handle more just at the moment. Severus was suddenly shy himself, to
judge by how his whole body tensed up and the way he gasped and then ceased to
breathe.
Summoning her courage and plugging it into her desire, Elspeth pressed forward
just that fraction more and gently closed her lips on his. She was delighted
with the tiny whimper that escaped Severus's throat and raised a hand to touch
his hair. Some envoy from the august chambers of intellectual curiosity (Doctor
of this, Professor of that, bearer of Rowena's Cypher of the other) wondered if
something could be done about its fine, oily texture, but he was swiftly
shouted down by several more urgent agenda items as Severus pressed her knee
against his body with one hand and stroked the fingertips of the other against
her neck and behind her ear.
If she'd been trying to stand, Elspeth would surely have wilted to the floor
and dragged Severus with her. Even though it was just soft presses of lips and
slow motions of mouths, no tongues or teeth or anything, the kiss was
stupefyingly exquisite. It was like there was nothing else in Severus's world.
He kept drawing in sharp, quiet little breaths that had the sound of surprise,
as though he couldn't believe he was privileged to be doing this.
Elspeth moaned at that thought as Severus trailed his hand across her throat
and shoulder, then down her arm to lace his fingers with hers. His skin felt
quite warm now, and she broke the kiss to nip at Severus's neck and collarbone.
Her free hand fumbled for a way into his robes, eager to touch more of that
skin, but Severus caught it with his own and held it by the wrist. He didn't
push her away, but clenched the fingers of both hands as he asked, "What do you
think you're doing?"
She froze, pulled back, and hung her head in shame. "I – I just wanted –
sorry—!"
He pushed back on her arms and ducked his head so he could see her eyes. "No,"
he said, "no. Not that. Literally, what do you think you are doing? I must
know." He gave her arms a little shake.
Elspeth fought the tears that were welling in her eyes. What had she been
thinking? Clearly she hadn't been at all. Her friends would be ashamed of her.
She knew how he felt about Evans, despite what had happened last year. It was
as plain as, well, the nose on his face, which was saying something. And there
was no way someone with Elspeth's common colouring and unremarkable body was
going to compete with her shapely, red-haired, green-eyed beauty.
"Elspeth, tell me," Severus murmured, and she shivered at the way his voice
caressed each syllable. She lifted her gaze and blinked the tears from her
eyes. Words were on the tip of her tongue, but they faltered as she noticed
that the wall behind Severus was different. Looking around in confusion, she
saw that the details of the room had changed to be just as Severus had said
they were, television included, and she was now sitting on the top surface of
some kind of antique table.
"What is it?" he said, seeing the change in her expression.
"I see it," she said vacantly.
"Ah." He looked slightly worried. "What... do you think?"
"Well," she replied slyly, "Given that what we were just up to seems to have
something to do with it, it does rather make me wonder what you were doing in
here with 'him'..."
Severus's cheeks went a little pink again. "Don't you talk about—"
"But that's not what I'm most interested in at the moment," Elspeth murmured,
pulling their joined hands to her cheek and rubbing the back of Severus's hand
along her skin. She fought to keep the nervous quaver from her voice as she
continued, "You wanted to know what I thought I was doing?"
Severus nodded, releasing both of his hands and placing them gently on her
hips. Elspeth reached out to brush his hair back from his face, and he twitched
away slightly, as if fearing she would strike him. She stared at her fingers
trailing softly over his temple, ear, and throat, afraid to look him in the
eyes. When she worked her hand around to the back of his neck, she pulled
forward gently, and leaned towards his ear.
"I thought I was about to have a wonderful time with this very attractive boy
that I've been lusting after for ages, but who I thought there could never be a
chance with, even for so much as a hug and a snog," she whispered, sliding her
hand down to his upper back and bringing the other one around to join it.
"Although the way you kiss, one could hardly call it snogging. God, Severus,
that was amazing..."
He made a funny sort of high-pitched coughing noise that Elspeth thought
sounded like he was stifling an embarrassed giggle. She laughed softly herself
and pulled his body against hers as much as she could. Severus nuzzled at her
hair as his arms snaked around her waist.
"I'm not going to kid myself," Elspeth went on, the attempt at sultriness
dropping out of her voice. "I know there's... someone else you really want."
"Mmmf—"
She stopped him by pressing his face into her shoulder. "Don't try it. But
Severus... even if we stop here... I don't want you to leave here without
knowing how much I've thought about you. Obviously I look at you a lot, but
it's more than that... when I'm in bed at night, I..." She choked up, suddenly
ashamed of her desires, and could go no further.
"You what?" Severus said quietly into the skin at the join of her neck and
shoulder, and when Elspeth made no reply, pulled back to look into her eyes. He
placed the tips of his first two fingers under her chin and gazed at her
intently. "You what?" he repeated, and although his words tried to be
commanding, his tone was entirely needy. Deep in his eyes he looked – he looked
afraid, but there was a fire like he was forcing himself not to dwell in it, to
have courage and walk straight into the terrifying and unknown place that was
the truth of her opinions.
Elspeth felt as frightened as she fancied he must, but was amazed at his
bravery while she had little enough to match it. She felt herself shrink away
slightly as she stammered, "I – I pretend that you're th-there with me, you've
sneaked in somehow, and no one else knows... and you touch me and k-kiss me and
make love to me for hours on end, and you're more w-wonderful and tender and
beautiful than a-anyone would believe, and the sound of your v-voice when you
f-fuck me and finally cry out as you c-come is just—"
She closed her eyes as she felt tears pricking them again, the thought of that
fantasy sound so exquisite that she could barely breathe.
"Elspeth," Severus said softly, and she gasped at the intimate caress of his
voice. "Look at me." She opened her eyes and darted them back and forth between
his. He laid one hand on her thigh and brought the other up to brush a thumb
over her nipple, palpably hard even through the layers of fabric. "I think I
would disappoint you terribly," he said a little sadly, and squeezed her leg
gently before moving both hands to brush the outer curves of her breasts with
his fingertips. Elspeth bit her lip and arched her back slightly; the touch was
something right out of many of her fantasies. "There's no way I could possibly
last for 'hours on end', not if you were responding like thisss..."
His upper lip took on a feral curve as he said the last word, and the feeling
of his gaze turned hungry. She felt his hands moving to undo her robes, but
couldn't tear her eyes away from his face. His eyes smouldered with eager lust,
and she was pinned like the hypnotized prey of a serpent.
Shortly, Elspeth felt cool air across her upper chest, and had just worked out
what that must mean – he could see her, and she was... she was... well... "Seh
– Severus, are you s-ssure... I mean, do you really like..."
"Mmmnn... why shouldn't I?" he replied, circling her nipples with both thumbs
through the sheer fabric of her bra, and bending his head to kiss and lick the
soft inner curve of one breast.
"Because they're... I'm..."
Severus jerked up abruptly and considered her for a moment. "Let me show you
something," he said, lifting one eyebrow. He reached for her hand and guided it
down to his crotch before she could object. Elspeth's eyes rolled slightly back
at the feeling of his prick, hot and hard even through his clothing.
"I've been like that since you let me kiss you," he said, low and sensual.
"Whatever you apparently think of yourself, it's quite enough to have me
aching, thank you very much." He grasped her hips and slid her carefully closer
to the edge of the table. Elspeth could feel him pressed against the inside of
her thigh as he stood between her legs and spoke into her hair once more, his
hands starting to cling with a twitchy, desperate character.
"Knowing what you seem to think of me doesn't help, either... for a certain
meaning of the word 'help'." Elspeth could hear the smirk. "God, I – that
sounded so delicious, what you said – I could find a way, if you really want,
come into your room and stay with you all night, secretly, just like you said—"
"Severus, you hardly even know me," she said, but pressed a hand against the
small of his back to pull him even closer to her. "You don't mean that. You're
just saying those things because you're—"
"Aroused as fuck?" he asked rhetorically, and growled into her neck before
biting it. One of Severus's hands slipped down to stroke her belly, and the
other pressed fingers between her legs, rubbing the fabric over the swollen,
sensitive flesh.
He made a sort of whimpering sound, and Elspeth gasped as she felt a tingle of
magic. Somehow, he'd managed to Vanish her knickers, but he clearly hadn't
spoken, wasn't even touching his wand. "Ahhh—! How did you do that?"
"What, how did I do what?" he said, startling and drawing back from her.
Elspeth looked shyly down at the lower half of her body, then back up at his
eyes. He seemed to understand, and a look of shame came over his face.
"Oh – oh no, I didn't mean – I only wan—" He brought one hand to his mouth and
bit his first finger to try to stop himself babbling more nonsense.
"You only wan...ted..." Elspeth thought for a second. No incantation, no wand;
and he had wanted something... Her eyes widened as she found what she thought
must be the only explanation. "You wanted that so badly you managed to do
accidental magic?"
"I... I must have done..." Severus said, his expression confused, and his whole
body language showing fear of reprisal. "Please – I would never do anything you
didn't ask... for..."
He trailed off and his eyes widened in turn as she parted her robes the rest of
the way and leaned back onto her arms, locked at the elbows. She peered up at
him through her eyelashes and said with mock shyness, "Then... then what if I
asked you to touch me?" He hesitated, but not for long. She hadn't even
finished her next sentence – "Please, Severus, want you to m—uhn—ohh!" – before
he had fastened his mouth on her throat and plunged his fingers into the
wetness between her thighs.
"Want me to make you come, is that it? Is that what you want? Clever little
Ravenclaw, mmm, that's just what I want too," he said, his voice husky. He
seemed to have lost almost every ounce of the aloof composure he usually had,
that he'd had even half an hour ago. Now, he was a creature composed of
pounding heart and firm cock and hot breath and desire. "Tell me how," he
panted, and ground himself against her as he stroked two fingers back and forth
over her clitoris. "Want to please you... what do I do in these dreams of
yours? Anything you want... let me serve—oh, fuck, please..."
Elspeth wondered fuzzily if he might just come out of his own excitement
without her touching him at all. She wanted, oh, how she wanted to hear those
cries, to find out if they matched her imagination, but at the moment his
fingers, surprisingly cool against her hot, slick cunt, were providing a very
compelling distraction. "Just do... that... oh God, maybe... inside..."
Severus swiftly obliged her, and slipped his first and middle fingers inside
her while his other hand, high on her thigh, kept the folds of fabric out of
the way. His thumb brushed across her clitoris in maddeningly unsatisfying
random patterns, and he began to tease her mouth with tiny nibbling kisses and
flicks of his tongue. She tried to catch his lips for a firmer, slower kiss,
but what he was doing was making her breathe aloud so much that she couldn't
manage it.
"Slower... softer," she gasped, clasping his wrist and guiding his fingers back
up into that back-and-forth stroke he had started with.
"Like this?" he said, and planted a gentle kiss right at the corner of her
mouth. It was an unexpectedly sensitive spot; she whimpered at the sensation,
and felt him smile against her cheek. "Like this?" he repeated, his voice a
honeyed murmur, as he added the hint of a circling motion with his fingers.
Again there was a contradiction between what he was saying and what he was
doing. His voice was a bit smug, I've-got-you-right-where-I-want-you, clearly
expecting a "yes" answer. But the touch of his hands, so tender and attentive
despite his inexperience, and the sweet curve of his body as he bent to kiss
her collarbone and oh, oh God, that thing he was doing with his tongue now,
somehow all made her feel precious and adored.
"Mmmnnnyyessss...." she moaned, tangling her hands in his hair and pulling him
up to kiss him deeply. "Little... faster..." she mumbled into his mouth, and he
did, and oh that's so good... and before she knew it she was whimpering
helplessly and pleading, "Please, Sev'rus, please..."
"Please, don't," he said on top of her words, pulling back briefly to look into
her eyes, then kissing her desperately again. "Don't beg me. Don't," he said in
between hot strokes of his tongue, his fingers slowing but never stopping.
"You're not... not at my mercy, like some prisoner. You asked me for this. You
– I'm – ummmnnnhh–" Severus seemed to lose the power of speech again as he
dipped a finger firmly inside her and used it to smear her own wetness around
her.
The urgency in his voice was strange. It was as though she had accused him of
forcing her and he were vehemently denying it. Elspeth wondered if someone had
mocked him so, saying that the only way anyone would ever let him anywhere near
them is if he forced them. Well, she knew that wasn't true, at least to judge
by the hot, slippery need between her legs that he was plying and encouraging
with his agile fingers.
She buried her face in his shoulder and hooked a leg around him. "You're damn
right I asked, and I'm – ohhh – so glad I did," she said, and wormed a hand
into Severus's clothing to touch the skin of his chest and stomach. This time
he did nothing to prevent her, and moaned happily as she traced her fingertips
over his nipple. His skin was hot and soft and she craved more of it.
She pictured herself running her hands over his naked sides and back as he slid
himself inside her, right there on the desk or table or whatever the hell it
was, she didn't care. She knew that if he did that it would probably be over
far too fast, but she was yearning to learn the feel of his thrusts, if they
would be tender and gentle or hard and deep and whichever would surely be fine
because fuck did she ever want him.
"Severus, wait," she panted, and he froze, clearly afraid he'd done something
wrong. "No, don't worry," she assured him, and reached behind herself to
unfasten her bra and lay it beside her.
For a second he stared dumbly at her naked breasts, his eyes wide and his mouth
slightly open. Then he looked up at her, and she smiled. His tiny answering
smile was adorably shy, she thought, as she tugged on his robes. "Off? Please?"
Severus blushed a little, and looked uncertain. "We – we can't, I mean, we
shouldn't..."
"I know, Severus, I just want to feel your skiinnnn..." She drew out the last
word and let her eyes slide shut as she saw herself clasping his lean body
against hers, another wave of desire rising inside her.
Severus pressed his lips together, but it didn't do much to muffle the whimper
that escaped him. He seemed to be struggling with the idea for a few moments,
but finally his arousal must have won out, because he hurriedly shrugged off
his top layer, unfastened the under-robe to his waist, and slipped it off his
slim shoulders.
"Mmm... fresh young Slytherin, my favourite!" Elspeth teased, and pulled him
back towards her. The sensation of his skin brushing across her nipples was
delicious, and they both moaned as they ran their hands over each other. He
arched away from her, though, when she tried to reach down and palm his cock.
"Severus, what's wrong?"
"Ohhhh, just don't touch me," he groaned, sounding disappointed. "I – ah..."
His voice dropped to an embarrassed whisper. "I'd probably come."
A flash of hot lust went through her. "Ooh, Sevvverus....! Sounds perfect to
me..."
"But then... what could I offer to tempt you back for a second go?" he purred
as he returned to stroking her, his first two fingers on either side of her
clit and the other two brushing lightly against her labia. She cried out with
pleasure, and he chuckled softly. "You hungry little treasure... you want so
much, it's beautiful... can't satisfy all your lusts at once, now can we? Have
to leave at least a little something so you'll come back for more... so
delectable... nnnhhh..."
Severus was usually a taciturn sort, so Elspeth hadn't had much chance to hear
his voice before. What she'd heard, she'd liked, but this... this was something
else again; she reckoned there were probably a lot more late nights in her
future. And now more than ever, she wanted to hear that voice making pleasure
noises of its own.
Elspeth moaned and began to say so, but Severus silenced her with a soul-
stealing kiss. "No words," he said afterwards. "Let me do the talking. I just
want to hear the sound of your breathing..." There was a sobbing hitch in that,
because Elspeth knew she was very close to orgasm now. "Look what I've done,"
Severus continued. "You're so warm and soft... my skin on yours is incredible,
I can't believe I thought I shouldn't do this... I can feel your pulse racing,
just here in your throat... every time you whimper like that I want to... oh, I
heard that, that little change, you're going to, aren't you, please, I've
never—"
Elspeth came with a long, deep moan, pressing her hips against Severus's hand
and riding it. She felt his other hand move into her hair and he pulled her
head back, slightly roughly, but she didn't mind. He kissed her like he was a
starving man feasting on the sounds she was making as he held his hand still
and let her body do what it wanted.
When she finally came back to reality, she was surprised to find Severus
staring at her adoringly, his eyes softer than she'd ever seen them before.
"Thank you," he whispered, seeming rather in outer space himself.
"Huh?" Elspeth said, and laughed.
"What's funny?" Severus said, the contented look disappearing from his face.
" 'Huh'. Apparently that's the most intelligent thing I can think of to say at
the moment, is 'huh'."
"Mmmm, well, that can be our secret," Severus replied, and wound his arms
around her. "Wouldn't want them tossing you out of that skyscraping eyrie you
call a common room. Hallways are a cold place to sleep."
"Caw, caw!" Elspeth said, and giggled.
"That's crows, not eagles. You're delirious."
"If I am, it's your fault." She disentangled herself from him, fished for her
discarded bra, and put it back on. Taking his cue, Severus buttoned himself
back into his own clothing and settled the green-trimmed second layer on top.
"Hmm," Elspeth said thoughtfully, looking down.
"Hmm?"
"Well, it appears that by the courtesy of one Mr. Snape, late of Slytherin
House, I am missing the other half of my undergarments..."
He laughed then, laughed, briefly but genuinely, and quickly hid it in his
sleeve. His eyes, peering out from above his arm, were bright with mirth.
"...and, not to put too fine a point on it, I seem to have contracted a case of
wet-spot-itis."
Severus snickered into his sleeve again, closing his eyes. "Ahh... hmm," he
said, when he had composed himself. Affecting the same high-society tone she
had used, he went on, "As for the former, you may consider it my gift to you,
Miss Alderley."
That smirk is truly a thing to behold, Elspeth thought as she found her wand
and pulled her robes back up onto her shoulders.
"The latter – ahem — condition, according to the literature, is rarely fatal
and usually clears itself up in a few... see, there you are," he elaborated,
noticing the disappearance of said spot as she cast a silent cleaning charm.
Elspeth hopped down from the table and straightened her clothing as best she
could. "Well thank you, Healer," she said, trying not to laugh. She felt
flushed and disheveled, but was already enjoying the idea of being coy with her
friends about what had just happened.
"I should go," she said softly, taking his hand. To her surprise, he drew hers
up to his mouth and kissed the inside of her wrist, then nipped one of her
knuckles with his teeth. The gleam in his eye made it plain that he was still
very aroused, and she marveled that he hadn't given in to it and taken her up
on her offer to do him as well. Elspeth wondered vainly for a moment if he was
going to go off and take care of it himself while thinking about her, and
swallowed nervously. Severus picturing me – oh God...
"You first," he said, letting go her hand. "You won't see me behind you."
"All right." Elspeth noticed that the room had taken on its storage guise for
her once more, and peered carefully out of the door. "See you later," she said
over her shoulder. Severus nodded, and she slipped quietly out.
                                 ************
Severus let out the breath he had been holding. "That went rather well," he
said quietly to himself. He hadn't thought things would carry on quite that far
when he had decided that, yes, she was definitely looking at him, and talked
himself into taking the chance on what it could mean. He would have been
pleasantly surprised to have got, as she had put it, a hug and a snog; even
more so if she didn't think better of it afterwards and awkwardly excuse
herself, as he had expected she would.
As it was, though there was that odd business with Regulus and the fact that a
couple of the Slytherin girls had consented to let him try kissing and touching
them a little, Severus really found it rather startling that anyone would
harbour such erotic thoughts about him. As much as he had thought she liked
him, he certainly had never felt that sort of thing coming from Lily...
Lily. Oh, shit. Severus fought down the urge to punch one of the tables, and
instead collapsed into one of the chairs and rubbed his forehead. Why had
Elspeth had to mention Lily? He hadn't even been thinking about comparing the
two of them until she brought her up.
At the start of sixth year, Severus had sensed that Lily's anger had cooled
down over the summer. But here it was nearly a year after The Incident and all
the progress he'd managed to make with his apologetic looks and soft words was
that she would once again speak to him like a regular person. A regular person,
Severus thought forlornly. That could be anyone. That isn't her "Sev"...
Although she still obviously had little warmth in her heart for Potter, she
sometimes let him and his sidekick Black-the-Elder follow her about like
puppies, or bodyguards, which he supposed was really what they thought they
were doing: protecting her from the scum of the earth they judged him to be.
So Severus had put a lot of time into trying to put Lily out of his mind, and
now here had come Miss Alderley, late of Ravenclaw House, he thought with
vicious sarcasm, to flush it all down the bog. Brilliant, just fucking
brilliant.
Severus sighed, trying to calm himself down. "Think, now," he mumbled to the
empty room. "She's told you one thing you need to know, and that's that you're
being too obvious. Perhaps that's putting Lily off." He leaned forward, placing
his forearms on his thighs and folding his hands. And Elspeth, well... she's
obviously... ah, interested. He felt his prick pause in its softening at the
euphemistic thought. Why turn away opportunity when it beats down your door?
He looked contemplatively at the sleeves of his robes, and suddenly his eyes
focused: a few strands of Elspeth's slightly reddish-brown hair were clinging
to the nap of the wool in various places.
A whisper of an idea began to form in Severus's mind, and he carefully drew the
hairs out to curl in his hand. It needs a private place... but what better way
to learn the secrets of someone's body? Pleased with himself, he grinned slyly,
then schooled his features to his usual disinterest before making his way back
to the common room.
                                 ************
"Snape?!" Elspeth whispered, louder than she meant to. "I mean, Severus? How on
earth did you get in here?"
"Whisht!" he said, waving a barely visible hand to silence her, and spoke so
softly she could hardly hear him as he cast an Imperturbable Charm. "There,
that's better," he continued, though not much more loudly, his voice as dark as
the room around them.
"I said, how—"
"I told you I would find a way if you wanted me to," Severus murmured as he
crawled, spider-like, to kneel beside her where she sat up in bed. "You did
want me to, I thought...?" He leaned in to nuzzle her ear and stroked her other
cheek.
Elspeth felt her breathing quicken. "Well, it's... mmm... er, fantasies are
just..."
"Sometimes very good material to build on," he finished for her as he threaded
fingers into her hair and kissed her jawline. "Oh, but—" He drew a vial out of
a pocket and handed it to her. "Drink that," he said.
"Why? What is it?" Elspeth asked.
"Fine, don't, if you want me to be the father of your child."
"Oh... oh!" She blushed, taking his meaning. He wanted to... oh my. She
suddenly felt hot all over, and swallowed. "Ah... that won't be necessary. I
already make my own."
"Oh, so you've some experience, then?" he said, sounding like he was leering.
"Well... not exactly, I... when you're a girl... you just, well, you never
know."
" 'Not exactly'," he repeated thoughtfully, and paused for a moment.
"Elspeth... are you seventeen yet?"
"August, just before term starts," she said, avoiding his gaze. "Why, are you?"
"January," he admitted. "Do you think... I mean, would your parents..."
"What they don't know," she said, and pulled him into a heated kiss. "But
Severus," she said afterwards, sliding her hands up under his shirt, "please,
how did you manage?"
"I've friends in high places," he said dryly, and Elspeth laughed into his
shoulder. He stroked her hair. "No, I can't tell you... I might not be able to
use that way again if I do. It has to be secret."
"I can keep a secret."
"Two can keep a secret if one of them is dead."
"Hmm, then I'm glad I didn't drink that potion."
He pulled back, looking insulted, and a retort clearly on the tip of his
tongue.
"Severus, relax," Elspeth said, laying her fingers on his lips to shush him.
"I'm sorry." She brushed her thumb over his cheek, guided him gently towards
her, and kissed him softly. "Let's turn back a few pages." She leaned back
against her pillow, pulling Severus down with her. "You've come to visit in the
middle of the night... now what?"
"Now this," he replied, and kissed her so wonderfully she thought she might
never need to kiss anyone again.
                                 ************
As it turned out, he was right: he couldn't last hours on end.
Well, not each time, anyway.
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