Chapter 4
Thursday came well before I was prepared for it. Yesterday, everyone stared at me, whispering different things. The rumors had varied from my cheating on a test, to cheating on him. Both of which were absurd; the former I’d be expelled for, and the latter, he’d be arrested for, even if I was technically of legal consenting age in the Wizarding World. He was still my professor, and while the thought did intrigue me, I tried to ignore it.
It took everything in me to not imagine his scent in my hair, the taste of him on my lips, the feeling of his body against mine. It was dizzying, and I was certain that based purely on that, my symptoms truly were coming to a head as Madome Pomfrey had so kindly pointed out — whatever that meant.
According to the other students, Snape had reigned himself in, only slightly, today. He had still sent four students to detention and deducted ten points from Ravenclaw, and, to everyone’s shock, ten from Slytherin. At this rate, none of the houses would be winning the House Cup this year because not a single house would have any points left. My nerves, again, were ravaged. I was shaking well before lunch, and all of my friends noticed.
“Damn, Hellstrand, are you coming down with something?” Ari asked, touching the back of his hand to my forehead.
I hissed at the sudden contact, feeling like my skin was overly sensitive.
“If I were her I sure would be. I’d be begging for two weeks off just to give Professor Snape time to cool down. Grier, a seventh-year Hufflepuff, is in that class and she said Snape looked murderous,” Elijah whispered lowly.
I flinched at the term and glared at Elijah, taking a quick second to glance at the Potions Master who was stiffly sitting up at the Head Table. There was a noticeably quieter atmosphere anywhere he was present lately.
“You must’ve done something,” Amelia said exasperatedly.
“Yeah, woke up this morning,” Celeste chimed tartly.
She always came to my defense, and I loved that about her.
“Seriously, you might should skip today,” Ari said worriedly.
“And face even more of his wrath? No, thank you,” I scoffed.
By the time Potions rolled around, Fred and George sidled up on either side of me, walking me to class.
“Don’t worry, Hellstrand, we’ll protect you,” Fred said sternly.
“Yeah, you have nothing to worry about. We took care of it,” George nodded, smiling excitedly at me.
I stopped short of the classroom door and glared at him.
“What do you mean you took care of it?”
They hooked their arms in mind and dragged me inside, setting me down on my stool.
“We might’ve given the git something to take the edge off, ease his feelings towards you,” Fred grinned.
“You what?” I breathed, unmoving as George slid my bag off my shoulder and deposited it on the floor beside me.
“Relax, it’ll be fine. We just tweaked—“ George began, only to be swatted by Fred.
“Don’t ruin it. Anyway, it’s going to be fine. He doesn’t even know he took it.”
“You drugged the professor?” I whispered as they sat down, still turned in the stools to face me.
“He didn’t notice. We made sure the formula —“
“You tweaked a formula?” I whisper-shrieked.
Oh good god, I’m about to relive the polyjuice incident all over again.
“Didn’t you two learn what happens when you tweak formulas? Are you insane?” I demanded, still keeping my voice low so no one else would hear.
“It’s okay, we know what we did wrong last time—“
The small door at the front of the classroom snicked open quietly, and a tense Professor Snape stepped through. I had no idea where that door went, but it was odd for him to emerge from it. He always walked up the aisle from the back to make a dramatic entrance. Regardless, I bowed my head, doing my best to draw absolutely no attention to myself. His chest was rising and falling rapidly in what appeared to be his attempt to control himself. I cursed myself, and Fred and George, endlessly. Whatever they gave him did not seem to lessen his raging anger, but rather incite it. Oh, fuck.
He turned towards us, his dark eyes finding me instantly and his nostrils flared. I tensed, afraid to look away but also afraid to look into his eyes. Was he going to kill me? What did Fred and George even give him? I held my breath as he straightened and lunged towards me, his strides long and swift. The students at the front slid away from the aisles, giving him a wide berth as he made a beeline for me. Holy fuck he was terrifying. Those menacing eyes, that stoic expression, the billowing robes. There was nothing anyone could have done to stop him. Nothing they could have said, no physical barrier they could’ve put between us.
The determination in his eyes was life-threatening, and I scooted back on my stool, nearly falling out of it as I tried and failed to put some distance between us. Before I could process what was happening, before my mind spiraled out of control and sent me into a panic again, he was upon me.
What happened next occurred so quickly that I couldn’t even draw my next breath before I was snatched out of my seat by my upper arm and shoved roughly into the stone wall just outside the classroom. My head jerked into it with a snap, and I inhaled sharply as the pain blossomed there. There were no distinguishable thoughts in my head as he dragged my arms up above me and planted them firmly against the wall, murmuring a wandless magic that locked them into place.
“Professor—“ I began, but my words were cut short by the weight of his body falling into me, and the heat of his mouth capturing mine.
“Shit, get Dumbledore!” Someone shouted. I thought it might’ve been Fred.
The action shocked me to my core, but the hesitance spurred him on, providing a perfect window to slip his tongue into my mouth. I couldn’t fight the whimper that escaped me as he ground his hips against mine and sucked at my tongue rhythmically. His scent made me dizzy; his hands trailed hotly up my sides, squeezing and palming my body. They slipped beneath the cloak where he suddenly clasped the wool sweater vest tightly in his grip and yanked, tearing the fabric from my collarbones down to my navel. The strength in his hands shocked me, as the material wasn’t exactly delicate.
“S-stop!” I stammered, wriggling against the bonds.
He grunted, still nipping and biting at my swollen lips, dragging the tender bits of flesh away from me as the kiss turned punishing. I was a hostage to the pain and pleasure he was so confidently inflicting upon me, and I whined desperately at those long, dexterous fingers that slid down the front of my torso. He released my bottom lip from between his teeth with a pop, making me wince at the taste of blood in my mouth. I couldn’t fight it. I couldn’t even feel my wand against my hip anymore, no doubt lost in the struggle. I cried out when his lips vanished only to immediately find purchase on my neck, where he bit down, sending sparks of pain all through my upper body.
“Fuck,” I gasped, struggling for breath as he attacked me.
“Insolent girl. You’re mine, little witch,” he hissed into my ear, and the next rip I heard sent buttons flying everywhere.
The rough kisses trailed warmly down the side of my neck, leaving bites and bruises everywhere he touched. It hurt, but there were bursts of pleasure I couldn’t describe as he licked over each bite mark. I felt the trickle of hot fluid down my neck and prayed it was only saliva and not blood.
“You’ve always known that, haven’t you? You’ve always known you would be mine,” He sneered darkly, biting my earlobe as his hand cupped my breast over my nude, satin bra.
“Everyone return to your dormitories. Now,” a different voice said. It sounded like Dumbledore, and I wasn’t sure if I was relieved or disappointed.
I sobbed at his rough handling of me, making me tremble as he squeezed and groped my chest. His mouth was still trailing down, gnashing, biting, nipping until he reached the shell of my bra. Relieved, definitely, relieved.
“No, please,” I whimpered, fighting against the invisible restraints, but he tugged down the fabric, exposing my bare breasts to him.
I was petrified, knowing how rough his bites were and feeling them get closer and closer to increasingly sensitive and delicate areas —
“Oh,” I careened forward, thrusting my chest upwards instinctively. His lips had wrapped around my nipple and the tantalizing fire it sent straight to my core had me melting.
One warm hand squeezed my breast obscuring it from anyone’s view, while his mouth devoured the other. I could sense the darkening of my vision, and I nearly lost consciousness at the mix of pain and pleasure pulsing through my body. Fuck. Why did his tongue swirling like that feel so good?
His thumb squeezed and rolled my left nipple, alternating between gentle caresses and tight little squeezes. Just when I thought the sensations couldn’t overwhelm me anymore, his knee slid up between my thighs and ground against my damp knickers. He switched breasts, suckling the other while he massaged the abandoned one. I was terrified by how quickly this was progressing, how he made no attempt to slow down. His touch had gentled, but not by much, and I could still feel the rough material of his pants torturing the softest parts of me.
“Do you think you could come like this, little witch?” He whispered hoarsely into my ear.
I hissed as he increased the pressure down there, almost bouncing it up against me. I was so totally fucked. I couldn’t think as he whispered into my ear, letting his lips glide across my flesh, his breath fanning down my neck and over my cheek.
His knee disappeared and he leaned further into me, pressing my chest fully against his. The texture of his frock was rough and chafed against my abused nipples, but he didn’t seem to care, slipping his hand down further, gliding between our bodies until it was beneath the waistband of my skirt. My breath hitched at the thought of what he was about to do, what he was about to feel. Shame flooded me as a dark chuckle echoed against the shell of my ear.
“You little minx,” he whispered, “pretending you weren’t enjoying this, and yet you are thoroughly drenched.”
Those long digits pressed the material of my panties to the side and fully cupped my bare skin. His fingers slid back and forth tantalizingly slow against my slit, coating themselves in my heat and moisture. I was crying now, feeling the tears slip down my face as he stroked me lightly, a drastic change from his previous aggression. His other hand settled on my breast again, gently massaging it. My core clenched instinctually and I felt the smile that graced his lips.
“What’s getting you so excited, pet?” He nipped at my jaw, and I shifted away, begging him to stop. It felt too good.
“Hm… is it my tongue? Are you thinking about it someplace else?” He enunciated that by easing his tongue down the curve of my ear, and I felt more moisture flood my knickers.
“Are you imagining it caressing you? Here where my fingers are?” He breathed, gently circling my clit with those perfect fingers. I whimpered as he plucked lightly at me.
He chuckled again, a deep, intoxicating sound that had me quaking, but the pinch at my nether lips made me buck.
“Ah!” I winced, trying to escape his fingers, but they easily held me there as a single finger stroked my slit and slid inside me.
I went rigid, feeling it move slowly in and out, circling, widening, and curling up inside me.
“I wager I could make you come like this, just stroking your soft cunt and whispering into your ear. What say you, little witch? Should I let you finish?”
Suddenly he was gone, and a cloak was swiftly wrapped around me. The rush of cool air and the disappointment of a ruined orgasm made my body protest. Madame Pomfrey was there upon me, covering me up and gently drawing my arms down. They felt numb as the blood rushed back into them and I sniffled, mortified and dazed as she examined my face and neck.
“Oh dear,” she whispered,” Come, my dear, let’s get you changed.”