With the Potions Master
It was Friday. Finally. The week seemed to drag on and on, every day feeling like an eternity. Classes had been uneventful, everything dying down after your first day. On Tuesday, you went into potions with your mental shields already raised and fortified, mind completely blocked off from everything other than what was directly in front of you. You felt his Legilimency try to enter your mind, but he gave up after your shields didn’t budge. You had learned your lesson, however, and kept the shields up the entire class period. You went through the motions of brewing a potion robotically, only allowing a little bit of your energy towards it. The rest of it was being spent on your mental shields. Thankfully, it worked. Your potion had been decent, earning you a stiff nod when you turned it in to Snape. You continued this for the rest of the week, but it had started to take its toll on you. On Thursday, you had fallen asleep in Defense Against the Dark Arts and had to profusely apologize to Lupin afterwards.
Newt wrote to you on Tuesday, promising to send you a care package with more ointment and “a few other gifts,” as he put it. It was due to arrive on Thursday, but another storm delayed the mail by a day. He also sent you more words of encouragement and news of the animals, who were all doing well. It had joined your clump of other letters from him that you kept in your pocket. Your classes were boring, but you had started to enjoy the routine. You, of course, missed Newt terribly, but found comfort in your new friends and acquaintances. You tried to keep yourself busy with studying and homework, not wanting to think of the life Newt was living without you.
The vials from Madam Pomfrey were on their last dose, and you made sure to use every last drop when you applied them while getting ready for dinner on Friday. The medicine had been working, and you felt a small, but noticeable, difference in the scarring on your face. It didn’t look any different, but you hoped that, with time, the medicines would help it smooth over, even if just by a bit.
As you tipped out the final drops of the pain-relieving medicine, you decided that you would go to Madam Pomfrey after dinner to ask for more medicine. You threw on an extra layer - the castle was very cold during the winter months - and headed down to the common room. You and Jamie had made it a habit to walk with each other to the Great Hall for meals. You didn’t want to be alone, and Jamie was extremely talkative and enjoyed having someone to listen to her. You joined her at the exit to the common room and you headed down to the Great Hall. Jamie babbled on about her day, classes, and cute boys she saw, or anything else that was on her mind. You never really listened to her, but she never seemed to care.
The Great Hall was already mostly filled by the time you and Jamie arrived. Students were chatting amongst themselves, passing food plates back and forth, and generally being rowdier than usual. People got excited for the weekend, and it was always noticeable when it was Friday. As soon as you took your seat by Hannah, a team of owls tied to a large, brown parcel descended on you, the package landing with a hearty THUMP on the table. The package was practically bursting at the seams, the twine wrapped around it straining at every movement. Written on the side in black ink was:
‘To (y/n)
From Newt
This should last you awhile. Open in private ;)’
You flushed slightly, flipping the package so no one could read the writing.
“Jesus, what’s in there?” Jamie asked, incredulous at the incredibly compact box.
“I think just clothes and medicine,” you said. Not a complete lie, but the winky face on the side insinuated something more “fun” was also inside. You quickly stashed it under your seat, not wanting any other prying eyes to see.
Dinner was simple but filling, as it usually was. You ate your fill and picked up the box you had been practically sitting on. The box was just a little bit too large to be carried conveniently, and the weight of it made it even less pleasant to carry. You cast a small weightless spell under your breath and sighed as the heaviness of the box disappeared and it began to float on its own.
You stopped by your dorm room and dropped off the package, but didn’t open it quite yet. You wanted to make it to the hospital wing before it was too late, and the sun was already starting to set. You hurried up the stairs and around the corridors until you opened the heavy doors to where you hoped Madam Pomfrey would still be. Thankfully, she was still at her post.
“I ran out of the medicines, Madam Pomfrey. They seem to be working and I haven’t had any side effects,” you told her, holding up the three empty vials.
“That’s wonderful,” she replied, smiling. “Professor Snape should have the refills ready. I haven’t picked them up yet, but you can go and grab them yourself. I’ll write you a note to give to him,” she said, reaching for a pen and paper.
Your stomach dropped. “Professor Snape?” you asked, hoping you misheard.
“Yes, the potions teacher,” Madam Pomfrey assured, writing something down on a small sticky note. “He’s the one who brewed the medicines in the first place,” she smiled and handed you the note.
You were stunned. Before you could give away any hints of distress, you composed yourself and clasped your hands behind your back. Madam Pomfrey saw your worry and tittered, saying “Oh, don’t be silly. He might look scary, but he won’t bite. Run along before he turns in for the night.”
You weren’t so sure about that. You were able to hold your mental shields well when surrounded by people, but you could still vividly remember the first time you were alone with him. He mowed down your defenses as if they were nothing to him. Nevertheless, you thanked Madam Pomfrey and exited.
You dragged your feet as your mind raced. What would he do to you? Would he do anything to you? Were you just being dramatic? No, you weren’t. You remembered how he had ruthlessly invaded your mind multiple times. You needed to stay laser focused on keeping him out of your head.
Before you knew it, you reached the door to the potions classroom. Taking one last breath, you knocked on the door and readied yourself for anything.
“You may enter,” his voice creeped out from under the door, low and monotonous. You did as he told and opened the door, robotically walking in. All your focus was going towards Occlumency.
“Miss (y/l/n). To what do I owe the…pleasure?” he asked, barely looking up from the papers he was grading on his desk.
“Potions for Madam Pomfrey,” you answered, a rehearsed answer so you didn’t have to think about it in the moment. He finally raised his head and stared at the note you held in front of you, arm extended towards him. A beat passed, then his eyes locked onto your face and you felt the sudden, intense pressure of him inside your mind. However, your mind was calm and focused, and you had little difficulties keeping him at bay.
”Yes, the medicines. Come,” he gestured, pushing back from his desk and disappearing into the doorway behind his desk. You weren’t sure where it went, you just knew that Snape appeared out of it at the beginning of each class. Mind still blank, you followed him, almost running into his desk as you tried to not think about anything. There was a short, dark corridor past the door, but it quickly opened up into a small, cozy room with cauldrons lining the sides and a large table with two potion bottles on it in the middle.
You stopped when you saw the room, momentarily losing focus as you looked around the room, taking in the dark, reflective stones that made up the walls, the soft bubbling of the cauldrons, and the mixtures of smells that combined into something herb-y that you hadn’t ever smelled before. Snape, despite being turned away from you and bent over a cauldron on the far side of the room, noticed. A tendril of his Legilimency wriggled its way into your mind, but didn’t do anything. It just sat there, like a doorstop - inanimate but keeping your mind open to him.
You tensed, trying to force him out, but it was too late. He was too powerful, and he would stay in your mind for as long as he wanted to.
“Hand me that bottle,” he said, still not looking at you. He pointed at a hefty-looking bottle to his side. You didn’t move, still trying to force him out. “You aren’t going to succeed,” he said, slowly turning to look at you, ladle in hand. You froze. He stared at you. “Today, please,” he drawled, turning back around to the cauldron. You realized he was talking about the bottle, and you hurried across the room to grab it. Your hands were shaky, but you handed it off to him and watched him ladle a thick green potion you recognized as your scarring medicine into it.
You were uncomfortably aware of his presence still in your mind, and you shifted from side to side, passing your weight from one leg to another. He continued to ladle, ignoring your actions. Before you could stop yourself, you thought back to Monday’s potions class and the way he made you show him your intimate memories with Newt. His hand stuttered, spilling a bit of the potion back into the cauldron from the ladle. You flushed and tried to push it out of your mind. However, you felt the familiar feeling of him reeling the memory back in, making you dwell on it. The memory, while embarrassing, was deeply arousing to you. You hated the fact that Snape could see them, but you always ended up horny when you thought about the times you had bunked up with Newt, no matter how many times it happened.
You felt yourself getting squirrely as Snape made you replay the memory of you and Newt by the pond over and over again as he calmly continued to ladle the potion. Snape’s Legilimency had complete control over your memories, playing the parts he wanted to see as many times as he desired as if he had a DVD remote to your mind. You felt helpless as you squirmed next to him, aroused and embarrassed. Finally, he corked up the bottle and placed it on the table in the middle of the room. In one smooth motion, he strode back over to you and grabbed your arm, turning and pushing you against the same table he just put the potion on. His legs pressed against yours, his form looming over you as he stared down at you. You gasped, breath getting caught in the back of your throat. You scrambled to push him back, but he easily caught your arms and pinned them against the table.
“Wh-what are you doing, professor…?” you managed to ask between breathy gasps. His strong thigh raised, pressing against your crotch, raising your body up off the ground slightly.
“You little tease,” he growled, leg flexing and unflexing, rubbing against your sensitive, wet clit through your clothes. Your breathing was uneven and desperate as bolts of pleasure shot through your body, and you keened at the touch. “Thinking about such…inappropriate things during my class.”
You tried to shake your head, “You m-made me, sir…” but your thought was interrupted with Snape pressing you harder against the table, forcing you to lay down on top of it. He towered over you, between your legs, still pinning your hands above you. You felt so vulnerable as his eyes traced up and down your body, feasting on what he saw. A hunger, a lust, was obvious in his eyes as they locked back onto yours. His leg had left your core and you were desperate for more friction, whining as you wriggled under him.
”Such a slut for me,” he snarled, hand leaving your arm and finding its way under the waistband of your pants and underwear. His thick, muscular fingers circled your clit, working you up and forcing needy out of your lips. He expertly traced down your pussy, finger pushing into your hole without any warning.
“Ghah… Fuck, sir, please…” you moaned meaninglessly, back arching in pleasure as Snape’s finger thrust into you. A hand suddenly met your cheek briskly, a crisp SLAP echoing around the room.
“Watch your mouth, Miss (y/l/n),” he said, finger continuing its pace. “Ten points from Hufflepuff.”
You looked up at him, struggling to think straight as his finger unrelentingly fucked into you. Despite your focus being completely lost, you were still incredulous at the fact he took away house points while knuckle-deep in a student. Before you could think much more, Snape removed his finger to pull down your pants and underwear in one fell swoop, your slacks and panties falling to the ground below you. He readjusted his hand, two fingers re-entering you as his thumb traced circles around your swollen clit. Your entire body lit up, your back arched and your head thrown back as you moaned obscenely at the feeling of your clit and hole being stimulated at once.
Snape looked at you with an indecipherable expression, a mixture of lust, desire, and something else you couldn’t quite place. It was hard to dissect what he was thinking while he was fingering you so intensely, so you gave yourself up to the pleasure he was offering. Your toes curled and your core tightened, feeling a familiar warm coil start to tighten in your stomach. Snape, still present in your mind, could feel your climax start to approach. His fingers sped up, trusting faster into you and circling your clit with the most intensity you had felt yet. You got closer and closer, moaning louder, bouncing back and forth at the movement of his hand. Your climax reared its head and you let out a lewd, needy moan just as Snape pulled his hand away from you, completely taking away all friction and motion.
“Wh- no, please…” you mumbled incoherently, your body spasming at the loss of touch and stimulation. Your climax sulked away quickly and you started to sink back to reality. Snape was still between your legs, hand hovering a few inches away from your body. A small, mischievous smile creeped its way onto his face as he stared at your reaction.
In a flash, Snape backed away from you and flourished his hand, still smiling. Your pants appeared back on your legs. You hadn’t moved from your position splayed out on the table, panting and red, your legs still spread.
“This potion is for the scarring. The red one is for muscles, and the blue one is for pain. Madam Pomfrey already told you how to use them, yes?” Snape asked, holding the large bottle of thick green potion.
You stared at him. “What?” you finally managed, breathless.
He stared back at you as if you were the stupidest person on earth. “The medicine. The ones you came here to get for Madam Pomfrey,” he droned, voice back to the familiar monotonous droning you were used to in class.
“Oh. Uhh… yeah. She told me,” you forced out, still confused.
“Good. You should get to your dorm. Curfew is in five minutes,” Snape said. He turned on his heel and went deeper into the room through a door you hadn’t seen before, leaving you on the table, hot and bothered.
You took a moment to process what he said. You were still unbelievably horny, wetness seeping through your pants. Curfew in five minutes.
Five minutes!?
You pulled yourself together and ran out of the room, the three potions stashed under your cloak. You sprinted through the halls, feet moving faster than you knew they could until you saw the familiar entrance to the Hufflepuff common room.
You went up to your dorm room without speaking or looking at anyone, and you practically slammed your door behind you as you threw yourself onto the bed. Your mind was racing. Did that just happen? Did Snape actually just finger you and deny you an orgasm?
You felt the crotch of your pants, and the wetness that met your fingers answered your questions. But why? He had made you think those “teasing” thoughts. His fingers felt so good inside you. You threw your hands away from you, and your hand collided with Newt’s package that had been left on your bed. Oh god, you forgot about Newt.
A sudden wave of regret and despair crashed onto you as you remembered Newt. How would he feel about this? He wouldn’t like this. He wouldn’t like it at all. You shouldn’t- no. You couldn’t tell him. You looked at the package on your bed and wondered again what was in it. Your pussy tingled, still wanting the attention that Snape had given it.
You decided you would open the package in the morning. Right now, you would go finish the job Snape didn’t in the shower and try to get a good night’s sleep afterwards. As you undressed for your shower, you realized something that made your cheeks blush and your face heat up.
That bastard stole your panties.