The feast
Arriving at Hogwarts was always as magical as the first day I ever step through the doors at eleven years old, the historical medical castle was like from an old muggle fairytale similar to sleeping beauty or beauty and the beast, it was covered in thousands of years in history most recently the first wizarding war, where my parents died and now the rumours of he that shall not be named are back and walking upon us in the wizarding world.
Every so often if you listen carefully you can hear the whispers of the student upset that he's back, through Dumbledore and Harry Potter's words, some believing and some that find it a cruel joke.
I take my seat in the great hall near the front of the teacher's table, I was a girl with such few friends it just made it easier, my eyes wandered to the staff table, you had dumbledore on his golden throne in old fashion robes as normal, then you had McGonagall next to him brightening up the room with her friendly smile, she was a sweet old lady however she does have some fire in her and that's what I admire the most, then next to her was a brand new witch probably the new DADA teacher.
She was wearing all pink, now what's the muggle rule ah yes no Denham on Denham, the new rule should be no pink on pink, I chuckle to myself gently and then my eyes landed on him, the man in my dreams the night before, the man that made the annoying feeling between my legs, I didn’t realise I had been starting to stare at my professor for too long while chewing my bottom lip thinking of the dream the night before wanting him to claim me as his own.
My cheeks burn a Ruby red I look down at my meal moving the fork around getting frustrated with the wetness between my legs and unable to do anything about it with mainly people in site, the feast slowly came to an end I quickly stood exiting the great hall sneaking out to the dungeon when my dorm was.
I knew it would be too risky to rub one out in my room as I shared it with two other girls I chewed the corner of my lip sneaked into an empty room leaned against the wall breathing deeply lifting my skirt my fingers rush to the arsenal rubbing my clit with force and strength closing my eyes letting out a breathless moan biting my lips as my fingers get covered over with cream sticky juices moaning gently thinking of the professor's rough solid hands on my clit plunging a finger deep into my pussy giving a come here motion hitting my g spot groan deeply feeling myself become closer to climax arching my back closer to my fingers moaning throwing my head back mumbling Severus name moaning gently wanting to be free from this burning desire my legs benign to tremble feeling unstable standing squirting hard exploding all over the floor, making a wet puddle where I stood. there was a light chuckle from the front of the room by the desk
“Miss Evans I do hope you were thinking of me” a light turned on standing by the desk was a man with a fine whisky in his hand his black hair hanging down his face framing it his black robes hugging to his body he smirks staring at me it was none other than Professor Snape.