1984, Hogwarts
January 7th, 1984
Agnes was finally back at Hogwarts after the winter holidays she'd spent in London with the Dunbars. It had felt very nice to be back home with her family, especially since everyone had made it back to London for Christmas. 1984 had begun with a cold weather and much laughter in the family house. Agnes felt energized from having spent such quality time with her closed ones. She had received a few letters from Jeanne who had announced her pregnancy, becoming the topic of all conversation at home. Agnes had been surprised to also hear from Remus who had been back in town for a few days before she'd traveled back to Scotland. They had grabbed coffee in a pub near St Pancras and had caught up with each other's life events. The former Gryffindor was in rough shape. He had a few fresh scars on his face, most likely from a recent full moon. They had talked for hours before the young man had announced having to catch a train that same evening. Remus had found a job in a farm near Brighton, hopefully allowing him to stay there longer, being far from the civilization.
She had hugged him goodbye, trying to share to him a bit of her strengh. She had missed him dearly. There was something in her heart that ached when thinking of Remus Lupin. They had shared a few months together a few years ago and he had now a special place in her heart. The former gryffindor had gone through so much. She hoped for him to find happiness and overcome his grief.
When she arrived in front of the school that day, she had felt instantly home. The view of the castle before her only made her more excited to get started with classes and enjoy the time spent with her students. She loved teaching. It made her feel closer to her mother. She knew Murielle Lenoir would have been proud of her. She was sure of it. She had passed away 8 years ago now. Time passed by so fast, and yet, Agnes had felt like certain years had lasted decades.
Beauxbatons and Durmstrang had travelled back from their countries a few days later, allowing the Hogwarts students to get familiar with their dorms and the school without the crowd of foreign classmates wandering around. It was important for Dumbledore that everyone felt comfortable at school, even with the ongoing special tournament.
Agnes walked through the corridors and chatted with some students. She was in a good mood and enjoyed every interaction she had. She wandered in the different parts of the castle and let herself walk down a random set of stairs. When she arrived in the dungeons, the air felt instantly colder and she pulled her turtle neck closer to her skin. How could Slytherins live there? She would have never traded her Ravenclaw dorms for the underground dormitory! Better climb up sets of stairs than endure the closed space.
Agnes passed by Snape's office. Had he arrived yet? Where had he spent christmas this year? She wondered if he had family to go back to. With a sudden urge of curiosity, the young witch approached the heavy wooden door and decided to knock. She had nothing to lose. And she had not seen the man in weeks, it felt natural to salute him, right?
No one answered the door, so she knocked once more before realizing the door had been left slightly open. How unlikely. Severus Snape was usually the one to make sure his privacy would NEVER be intruded nor discovered. Well, perhaps had he just head out for a minute? Agnes pushed the door and entered carefully the office. It was smaller than she had imagined. There were tables displayed in every corner with all sorts of potions and dusty books piled up on top of each other. Deeper in the room was a large desk with dozens of pieces of paper carefully sorted. Must have been the exams students had taken before the holidays, Agnes thought.
She took her time to discover every corner of the office and touch a few objects here and there.
But at once, the sound of the door slamming onto the wall made her jump. The potion professor had bursted inside his office, looking furious. He was breathing heavily and looked almost worried.
- WHAT. ARE. YOU. DOING. IN. MY. OFFICE? He finally said, weighing every word.
***
February 9th, 1984
Days were still cold at hogwarts and life was becoming a little dull. Everyone was eager to welcome spring again, and students were losing motivation. The last task of the tournament was going to be in mid-march, and there was still a whole month to patiently wait for it. Agnes was busy keeping track of her classes and had to stay focused on her advanced classes for the students passing their exams this year.
She had no time to write personal letters nor respond to her academic and career-wise mail, and felt like her whole life was now dedicated to the school. Not that she regretted having become a professor at Hogwarts, but she had started to daydream about her travels as a duellist and the people she met on her adventures. She was glad the french and bulgarian delegation was here in Scotland to keep her company and shake things a bit.
She heard a ticking sound on her room window and looked up from her study. An owl. It was a big one, most likely coming from the countryside, the rural ones were always a size bigger than the ones in the city. She grabbed the paper rolled up around the bird's leg and thanked it with a snack.
The letter came from Remus. He was writing more often, which Agnes appreciated. She smiled when she read his name and decided to take a break from her exam grading and stepped out of her room. The weather was cloudy and the wind came refreshing the cheeks of the young witch. She walked through the castle and stepped outside, enjoying the breeze and the deserted yard. Once she'd reached the viaduct bridge, she leaned forward, elbows on the wet wooden barrier, and started to read.
"My dear Agnes,
All is good here. Brighton is just as I remember it, fresh and fishy. I enjoy it so far, people are kind and my employer knew someone like me. His brother-in-law. So he's been cutting me some slack before and after the full moon. I'm thankful for it. I hope everything goes well for you at Hogwarts.
I meant to tell you during our short encounter in London, but time was missing. I have found a few details about our friends which I find weird. Details about that night with Sirius and Peter, and the muggle victims. I don't know if it's a good idea to talk about this in a letter, but I wanted to share it with you. Things are only starting now to get clear in my mind. There are things I'm sure we are missing out about this whole thing. I just don't know what yet... Maybe I am a fool.
Talk to you soon,
RL
Ps: Hope Mcgonagall is not too disappointed Gryffindor lost their chance to win the House cup this year, ye!"
Agnes smiled at the last bits of words in the letter. Remus was keeping updated of the events at Hogwarts, which always surprised her. Where did he get all this info? She frowned her eyebrows reading again the part on Sirius and Peter. "There are things we are missing out about this whole thing". Could he be right? Or was it only his reluctance to believe his best friend was a murderer?
It was indeed hard to believe, even after all this time. Sirius was no killer. Especially towards muggles and one of his closest friend. Things were not adding up. But what could they do? He was in Azkaban, where no one could escape..
Agnes felt a presence near her. Her hair were now a little tangled from the humid wind around her. Severus Snape was standing there, tall and calm. His long stray of hair was moving with the movement of the wind and he was staring right at her. She did not know what to say. She never really knew what to say in front of him. He was intimidating yet she wanted to talk to him so bad. She wanted to get closer to him and understand his attitude, his mood swings and his weird tendency to protect her in moments of danger. She still remember him saving her from the threstal and the griffin. Him also dancing with her so elegantly, his hands so soft and light on her, but more territorial when sensing her attention shifting from him to Alexei.
Was she imagining things? Was there something to dig between them? Could there be a tension she had first mistaken for hatred?
- Reading your mail outside in this weather, you mean to die of a pneumonia. He said without blinking.
- I needed some fresh air. She answered calmly, still staring directly into his eyes.
She saw him looking at the lake for an instant before taking his eyes back on her. Was he trying to say something?
- Are you done with the third task for the tournament? She asked, afraid he might leave if she didn't keep the conversation going.
- Yes. He answered at once. I-
He stopped and frowned his eyebrows at her. Agnes was starting to suffer from the cold, she hadn't intended to stay that long outside and was starting to feel the icy wind more aggressively on her skin. But she kept her attention on him, and interrogated him with a look.
- Let's go inside, you are shivering. He said simply, and turned on his heels to walk back to the castle.
She followed him, her cheeks pink, not knowing if it came from the wind or from his worried look she had felt on her.
They discussed a few details for the next task of the tournament and parted ways. She had wanted to lengthen their conversation, but Snape was the best at ignoring you and disappearing when the topic was boring to him.
***
March 14th, 1984
The last task had gone perfectly, and it is a student from Beauxbatons who had won the first prize. Durmstrang and Hogwarts supporters had expressed their disappoitment, but it was quickly forgotten when a goodbye party was announced to celebrate the semester spent with the exchange students. Just like the christmas ball, a lot of preparations from the elves and the school staff was required to make it a successful night. Dumbledore was back from one of his unknown quests and had decided to make the party more modern and rock n roll for the students. So, no bal, no cocktail dress, but everyone was welcome as they are.
Agnes had heard from eavesdropping on a few of her students that the slytherins were organizing a secret party in their dorms after the one in the Great Hall, inviting whoever was cool enough to reach their standards. Obviously, everyone wanted to be on the special guest list. Agnes wanted to party as well. She wondered if the professors were going to have an after-party as well, she kind of wanted to get a few drinks. Had been a while...
A few days later, after classes and the early dinner had ended, the Great Hall was transformed into a gorgeous party room with lights everywhere and a stage for the band who was exclusively playing that night. Agnes had let her long hair down for the occasion, and was wearing a tight dark blue dress, a little shorter than usual. The lenght was silky and followed the curves of her hips and moved based on her step speed. She felt hot. Like, actually sexy for once.
The party went well and a few 7th year students went to chat with her during the evening, the guys trying to flirt with her and the girls asking who the designer of her dress was.
- Professor, I swear! I'm going to become an auror next year and you'll see I am worthy of your love, please wait for me, ohh professor Lenoir! Begged one young Hufflepuff, his friends holding him at a proper distance from Agnes, laughing out loud.
- You should first pass your NEWTs before making promises, mate! Not sure your mommy would allow you to flirt around with a professor! Responded another student, his hand on his friend's shoulder.
- Come on, boys, you should know I only date in my age range. Agnes said, a playful smile on her lips.
She liked how shameless the young men were, and how they expressed their thoughts so passionately. It reminded her of her little brother Jimmy. They were so young and innocent, trying to brave the limits and ditch the status quo. She was envious of that, and hoped she'd been more mischievious in her past.
The boys waved at her before joining the crowd surrounding the stage. The band had arrived and started to play, putting the students in a dancing trance. She observed her students from afar, making sure everyone was having a good time in safe conditions. She allowed herself a few moves, dancing a little far from the crowd. The music was truly catchy. She had sneaked in a few shots bottle of liquor and had been chugging it in with Hagrid since the beginning of the night.
Her neck was feeling warmer than usual and she felt her head move from one side to the other, enjoying every beat of music. Hagrid was talking joyfully to Professor Flitwick, and their height difference made Agnes laugh internally. They seemed to have a conversation on the band lead singer and his sense of style.
Agnes looked around and saw that a few professors had already left the party to get back to their appartment. Not everyone was as enthusiastic to watch on kids and get secrelty drunk. Agnes was having genuine fun. She was still dancing a bit, and moving her hips from left to right. But when the alcohol made her head dizzy for a moment, the young witch lost her balance and tripped. Before she could realize what was happening, a strong hand caught her from behind and she fell onto a torso. Her bare shoulders touched and warm and comfy piece of cloth and she grabbed one of the arms who had just caught her before looking up to her savior.
- Professor. Have you consumed any type of liquor?
Agnes did not dare speak yet. She could not take her eyes off of him. Severus Snape. He was still holding her, most likely trying to understand her state.
- Have the students stolen alcohol from the kitchens and poisoned the drinks again?! He added, his eyes moving up to the crowd.
As he was about to move towards the other professors, Agnes tightened her grip on his sleeve.
- Severus. She said simply, begging him to stay.
The potion professor stood still for a moment, before his eyes slowly moved down to her, and his jaw clenched, showing his shock. It was the first time she had called him by his first name. It was always Professor or Snape. But his name had sounded so soft and yummy in her mouth that she had wanted to call him once more. But there was no need, as the tall man scanned the room and once he saw everything was in order, gently leaded her outside of the great hall.
After a couple of minutes, Agnes realized he was leading her to the dunjeons, her least favorite place of the castle. It was colder than the rest of the place and it was far from her room. She was still feeling dizzy from the drinks, but was steady enough to walk by herself. They arrived in front of the wizard's office and he unlocked the door with a spell, and invited her in.
Without a word, the potion professor started to take out of a few glasses and make a strange mixture out of his ingredients. Agnes stood there watching him, not really knowing is she was even allowed to take a seat in his sacred office. The last time she had stepped in here, the guy had been so mad she thought she'd never be allowed to visit the dunjeons anymore.
He handed her a small glass filled with a strange liquid.
- Drink.
- What is it? She asked.
- To come back to your senses.
She laughed, her lips in a smirk. She swallowed the whole thing and put the glass back on the table.
- I can read it on your face, but... You aren't the party type, are you? Agnes asked, looking around the office.
She did not know if it was the remaining of tipsiness in her system, but she was not feeling shy tonight. She wanted him to talk to her, to reveal his thoughts. The potion professor dried his hands with a cloth. His black shirt was rolled up to his elbows and Agnes could see his pale skin curved with beautiful muscles. His hands and fingers were strangely delicate and looked really soft. She wondered how it would feel on her skin.
- I do not enjoy putting myself in a position where I would make a fool of myself. He answered her question, not looking directly in her eyes.
- Do you ever let go?
She had walked up to him, watching him tidying up his desk in a careful manner. He stopped for a second and looked at her. He was wearing his usual clothes, but had removed his cape which made his clothes look tighter on him.
- I've learnt not to allow myself such favor. He said, his eyes darkening slightly.
She walked closer to him, as if to look closely at his expression, the emotion he was trying to hide in his eyes. She was so close now her body was almost touching his, and he had to let his hand rest on his desk to maintain his posture. Snape's eyes revealed his uneasiness, loooking anywhere but at her. Agnes felt her body warming up at their proximity, but she couldn't stop.
- You've changed since our school days. She finally admitted, her eyes still on his.
- I assume it's a good thing.
- Much taller. And you look stronger. Although I'd still beat you up at duelling.
She felt his jaw tense and his eyes which avoiding her until then come back on her at once, his whole being feeling challenged by her words. Their body were now touching each other. His large torso felt warm against her, and her breast was caressing his shirt as she was breathing in and out. His hand on the desk was clunching onto the wood, as if to restrain himself from touching something else. But now, his eyes were all on her. She felt hot. Her eyes were looking up at him, trying to guess what his next step would be.
- You.. Ah.. He said, before sighting and turning his sight elsewhere.
But Agnes had enough of him running away every time. She grabbed his jaw in her fingers and made him look at her. He seemed surprised but he let her touch him, his eyes looking down at her lips in a smirk.
- Say what you want to say. Say it. I know your lips are burning of telling me all sorts of unflattering words. She said, laughing a little.
She stepped a little closer, their body now completely pushed against one another. Agnes' breath was a little uneven and heavier than before, and she could feel his heartbeat speeding up in his chest.
- Professor. He tried to say.
- Yes, Severus?
As if something had switched in his mind, Snape's hand went to her cheek and the next second, his lips were on hers. She felt his warmth on her, his excitement and desire consume her. His hands came to her hips and held her up to the desk, caressing her through the silk dress. His body came crushing onto hers, and the young witch's fingers slid behind the potion professor's ear, playing with his jet black hair while kissing him passionately.
Agnes stood up on the ground again on tip toe to reach the tall man's lips. His large hands came caressing her buttcheeks, making her moan in his mouth. Hearing her this way seemed to please him and he tightened his grip on her, as if wanting to leave his mark on her.
They were both panting, wanting more from the other. Agnes had never felt so good. His hands on her felt like heaven and his whisper in her ear made her hope for the next part to come fast.
The remedy Snape had given her a few minutes prior had seemed to evaporate and she was now drunk from another type of powerful drug. Him.
When his hands slid under her dress, teasing her through her underwear, there was nothing much she could not resist anymore. He was completely in charge, and she could have let him do anything to her. His dark eyes full of lust wasn;t something she knew she'd crave so much.
- Professor... He said, kissing legs and licking desperately every part of her. Agnes.
Hearing her name in his mouth felt so good and hot.
She does not remember how many times she came before Severus actually took the next step. They had sex the entire night, as if their body did not feel the exhaustion.
- You're so good. So good. Snape whispered in her ear, caressing her face and clearing her tears of sweat from her temple.
The way he looked at her. He was enjoying each centimeters of her skin, studying her entire body while pressing his against hers. His own sweat was sticking to her belly and his strong arms were holding her as if they'd been made for that purpose only.
Agnes woke up the next morning, sore and exhausted in her own bed in her appartment. She took a second before looking around, as if trying to remember something.
Oh, Merlin. She has slept with Severus Bloody Snape.