One shots

I hated detentions. I hated the humiliation of getting punished and then having to spend my free time doing something grime like cutting worms, dusting statues or cleaning toilets. I never, of course, regretted doing the things I got punished for but I did regret getting caught. Like I had gotten caught last night wandering the school corridors after curfew in search of a late-night snack. And by all the teachers in this school, I had gotten caught by professor Snape. And now due to my mishap of being careless with my disillusionment -charm, I was currently serving a detention with the strict alpha, who had caught me last night.

I was standing over a pile of beetles with a small knife in my hand and a disgusted look on my face. I could give anything to be with Mr. Filch cleaning the trophy room than to be down here in the potion’s classroom alone with Snape. It wasn’t like I couldn’t handle cutting up a couple of beetles, but the strict scrutiny and observation from my professor were enough to make me very uncomfortable.

My knife continued to tap against the wooden board and I tried to concentrate into my task and keep my mind and body under control. Leg after leg, head after head found their way to several jars on the table and my focus started to crack.

I let myself to take a sneaky look at the alpha who was sitting at his desk and continuously scribbling on parchment. He grunted and from time to time as he added snide notes and corrections with red ink, obviously disappointed by the lack of proper grammar and knowledge by his students. A couple strands of black hair had fallen from his tied hair but he didn’t seem to notice. And as if he had felt my eyes on him, he suddenly looked at me. Flustered, I averted my eyes back to my task and continued chopping with shaking hands.

To be honest, it was hard for me to be alone with him in the same room. My heat was due in a couple of weeks and I had to keep myself from slipping all the time. After all, all he knew was that I was a beta, who had transferred here from Durmstrang for my final year.

I had first presented in the secret of my home where only my father and our housemaid had been present. Chaos had started from that since I was the first omega in the Silver family. I was a disgrace in a family of only alpha lineage and had been put on heat suppressants as soon as my first heat was over. I had a whole variety of charms and tonics that I needed to take every day to mask my scent from the public and it was taking a huge toll on me. Several years with only two heats a year - in the summer and in the winter holidays - I was on the brink of a serious burnout.

My father had built a soundproof room in our basement where I would get locked up during my heats. Our housemaid -a gentle and a loving beta woman- was in charge of taking care of me and keeping me alive during those sorrowful days. I was forever grateful to her for all the care she provided me. She seemed to be the only one who seemed to truly look at me like I was worthy; when even I had learned to detest my Omega nature and accept that I was fated to be a Beta.

Chop after chop, jar after jar I tuned back into my thoughts, dreading for the upcoming heat. I wasn’t sure if professor Snape was still looking at me but I wasn’t willing to take the risk to check. It was harder and harder for me to hide and last days had been tough for me as I had started to notice changes in my body. My mood was changing constantly and my senses were heightened. I could smell every alpha stronger than I ever had and I had to constantly keep myself from reacting to the smells around me.

And it was hard too realize that barely presented alfa -hormones which floated in the corridors were nothing compared to the intoxicating scent of a full-grown alpha. I smelled him every time I stepped into the potions classroom. It was like walking in a dark tunnel where everything else faded away and I could only see the light shining at the end. To me professor Snape was the destination, the person who took over all of my senses and held me in his grip without having to even lift a finger. It was just dumb luck that he hadn’t noticed anything by now.

I let my eyes wander yet again to the teachers table and found him already looking at me. I didn’t look away like the last time but continued to hold his gaze and fight the pressing urge to avert my eyes. If a beta could look at him without flushing, I could too. My hands were shaking again and sweat was beginning to build in my neck. I felt a warm feeling pool between my legs and my heart almost jumped out of my ribcage. His scent was everywhere around me and I fought the urge to follow it and sink into him. His cold eyes held me in place ruthlessly and I hoped with all my heart that my scent maskers and suppressants would hold

“Fuck,” I thought as the knife slipped from my hand. It cluttered down to the cutting board and the bright noise was enough to bring me out of my trance. I continued cursing in my mind as I picked the knife up again. If he hadn’t noticed anything before, now he definitely had. I stared at the beetle corpse that was laying on the board and tried to calm myself down.

Beetle after beetle I started cutting again and tried to keep myself from thinking about the alpha. I had to think of something. Anything.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I heard a deep voice call out.

I flinched and looked up to find professor Snape standing next to me, his tall frame towering over my shaking form. I hadn’t noticed him and his close proximity caught me off guard.

“I told you to dismember the beetles, not to stab them,” he growled.

His voice sent pleasurable flutters through my body. I bit the inside of my cheek to keep me from shivering. I looked down and saw a beetle under my knife. I had run it through with the knife. I let go of it. I had unconsciously handled my knife with much more force than necessary and it remained poking straight out of the wooden cutting board. The beetle was crushed and its black juices swept out of its sad form.

“I’m sorry, sir. I wasn’t concentrating,” I answered avoiding his gaze.

I tried to remain expressionless but my body kept on screaming for the alpha. I wanted to reach out to him desperately, to take a step closer and savor his scent. But instead I remained glued to the floor. Professor Snape reached for the knife and pulled it out of the wood with a swift jerk.

“Scourify,” he murmured and the corpse vanished from the cutting board into thin air.

I pulled my sleeves tighter around my arms and tried to keep the fabric tightly on my aching scent glands. He turned back to me with his inspecting black eyes. The knife reflected a golden hue from the candles as he toyed with it. I kept my gaze on the knife.

“I have been watching you, miss Silver,” he spoke. “Something is clearly off with you but I haven’t been able to pinpoint exactly what.”

Cold dread spread in my chest. He couldn’t know, he couldn’t. “I don’t know what you mean, professor,” I tried to answer with a calm expression.

“You see, until today I thought that you were just a confused student with a lot of pressure from your peers. Perhaps, you had fantasies about certain alpha boys making you act the way you do”, the professor trailed on and took a step closer towards me. His aura screamed dominance and he kept playing with the knife, spinning it in his hand. “But it wasn’t until today that I realized that you were none of that.”

Cold shivers rand through my spine at his words. I started to open my mouth but the words died in my throat as his close proximity made my head spin. I had never been this close to an alpha for this long period of time. I could close our distance with only one step and become his. Alpha would protect me. Alpha will take care.

“Look. At. Me,” He growled with an underlying alpha tone and my eyes instantly snapped to his. A small expression of amazement flickered across his face and his pale lips parted slightly. “Give me your hands,” he ordered and laid the knife on the cutting board.

He continued towering over my small frame and I lifted my shaking hands for him to see. He took them in his gently and I felt calmer. His touch sent warm waves through my hands. Alpha will take care of me. As he turned my palms up I understood what he was trying to do and a small part of me tried to pull my hands away.

“Shh, calm down,” he rumbled and I stopped my fighting, easing into his touch completely.

I felt my sleeves being pulled up and chilly air hit my scent glands. Alpha held my hands in his with a pained look on his face. Did I not please him? A small whine escaped my throat as he caressed over my inflamed glands. They felt like they were on fire. It felt wrong, alphas touch wasn’t supposed to hurt. Was I doing something wrong? I searched his face for answers but he refused to meet my eyes.

“Alpha,” I whimpered.

He stiffened when hearing my tone and brought his gaze from my glands to my face. He looked angry. It shook me as I was slowly slipping into subspace and I needed him. Tears were starting to blur my vision.

“Who did this to you?” the professor asked.

What did he mean by that? I couldn’t form an answer anymore even if I wanted to. The feeling inside of me was earthshattering and completely new. I gripped his hands trying to find something to support me.

“Alpha, please,” I pleaded again. The corner of his lips twitched as he heard the name again.

“Calm down. You’re safe with me,” Snape purred. I wasn’t sure if he did it unintentionally but his tone had calming effect on me and I felt my body relax.

I wrapped my hands around his torso and buried my head in his robes. At first, he did nothing and if I had been in my normal mind state I would’ve been surprised that he hadn’t pushed me away already. The idea of the icy potions master letting anyone close to him was baffling. Seemed like even he couldn’t escape his alpha nature.

I started to get restless from his lack of response and continued my silent crying against his chest while grasping his black robes. Then, I began to feel a slight pressure on the back of my head. At first it was subtle but then it grew into calming petting. He stroked my hair reassuringly and whispered soothing words into my ear and my tears started slowly subsiding. His scent surrounded me. I reveled in the aroma of spices, smoke and safety. He felt good and I belonged in his arms.

Slowly, my distress started disappearing and another feeling replaced it. My body reacted to our proximity fiercely and fast. It was nothing compared to the fleeting arousals I got between my heats. No, this wasn’t even an arousal. It was a need that demanded attention. A fire ignited deep within me and brought an almost painful throbbing between my legs. Even the way how Snape was running a cautious hand through my hair left me wet and wanting. And as if he could sense my change, his body stiffened. I heard a long inhale and I nuzzled my face into his chest.

“Silver, you can let go of me now,” he rumbled stiffly.

It made no sense in my foggy brain. Why would alpha want me to let go? I whimpered against his chest in disagreement. Now that he was close to me, there was no way in hell that I would let him go.

“Silver, you’re not in your right mind –,”

“Please, sir. I want you,” I answered with a needy voice just above a whisper.

I needed more, so much more. I stood on my tiptoes and started trailing soft kisses along the alphas shoulder to his neck. I heard growling and I flicked my tongue across his scent glands softly. The displeased growling turned into a groan as he felt my wet lips on his neck. I would do anything to make my alpha happy. I continued licking his neck and he brought his hands down to my shoulders.

“This is not right,” Snape said and tried to push me away gently. I gripped his robes tighter and refused to budge. His scent was too intoxicating and I was completely lost. “This is not the right time to give in, Silver,” the alpha tried again. He put his hand under my jaw and tilted my head up to look at him. “Look at me. We can’t do this.”

Instead of understanding his command, his words went unregistered and I could only follow my body’s impulses. I grabbed his hand from my jaw and brought it to my neck over my scent glands. He closed his eyes momentarily when his hand met my neck and I could almost sense the internal battle he was having with common sense and his nature. I kept my eyes fixated in his and moaned from pleasure and pain when his thumb caressed over my neck. Snape’s lips parted and a slight red tinted his cheeks.

How could he ignore the omega standing in front of him? I was desperate to get a reaction out of him as all he could seem to do was to look at me. Why didn’t he want me? My right hand had found its way to the gland on his left wrist and he looked absolutely conflicted. I wanted him so badly that I didn’t know what to do.

“Please, alpha,” I pleaded and looked at his flustered face.

As if something seemed to snap in him, Snape grabbed the back my neck in his hand and brought his lips on my bare neck. My back hit the desk and he pinned me between it and himself. As he gave a long lick over my glands I whimpered and ground my hips to his. The ache in me seemed to only increase as the alpha grunted in response. I hugged my arms around his neck and he lifted me on to the table with ease. Now I had the perfect opportunity to wrap my legs around his waist and resume running my thumb across his neck. I was panting with need and every flick of a tongue seemed to bring me closer to a greater need.

“Kiss me,” I breathed with a hushed tone. I tugged at his black hair gently and he met my eyes again. I wanted to feel his lips on mine badly.

“I can’t, Silver,” he murmured. “We shouldn’t.”

“But I need you. alpha,” I exclaimed in protest.

A new wave of heat throbbed between my legs and Snape groaned as the smell hit him. He rested his forehead against mine with his eyes closed and I continued to squirm against him.

“Keep still, little Omega. I have to pull you out of subspace and it won’t work if you keep moving,” he growled.

Keep still? I wasn’t sure what he meant by that when I started to nibble at his neck with my teeth gently. Alpha will take care of me. I sighed as I smelt his aroused scent. Alpha will take good care of me.

“Silver, come back to me,” I heard him say. “You have a smart brain, start using it.”

Hands pulled me back and I whined at the loss of contact. Black eyes pierced mine and I looked at them pleadingly. I wanted him all to me. I didn’t care how and where, I just wanted him. And as I stared into his eyes I felt a prodding in my mind as if he was trying to slip in.

Snape’s body stiffened once more as I felt him in my mind. A wave of aroused scent poured out of his glands and I grinded myself into him again. Why didn’t alpha want me? I need him. He groaned and concentrated with all of his power at my eyes.

“Snap out of it, Silver. I can’t hold it in much longer,” I heard a voice say into my mind. “You can do it. Think of anything else, think of potions.”

I saw images of different lessons flip through my mind and I found myself immersed in the art of making a sleeping draught. I shook my head and whimpered. Images of professor Snape flew through my mind and I concentrated on his dance -like movement. Alpha.

I heard a frustrated groan and more images flew through and I saw myself crouching over a bubbling cauldron in the room on requirement, stirring a bubbling concoction. A voice emerged from under all the haze. He mustn’t see more! The book next to the cauldron said: “Heat suppressants for the advanced”

I cried out and managed to throw him out from my mind. He took several steps back until his back hit a stony pillar. I fell to the floor and curled my body into a ball. I was still feeling the aroused state I was in but the dread was greater. He had brought me out of subspace with a bang.

I rocked myself back and forth until my breathing somewhat calmed down. Professor Snape had found out my secret. And the thing that alarmed me the most was that how easily I had responded to his body and commands. Obeying to him had been like a second nature. I did it without thinking.

I heard shuffling and saw the professor kneel in front of me. He had gained his cool expression back and was looking at me with his black eyes.

“How did you know?” I managed to ask with a shaky voice. My throat felt dry and I could swear that he could almost hear my heart beating.

“I first got suspicious of your scent, miss Silver. It has been getting stronger for these past few weeks,” he said calmly without any trace of the sweet purring alpha tone he had just used seconds ago. “Then I started noticing some other things as well,” he added.

His answer brought be much more new questions. It was nearly impossible for anyone to smell my scent through the maskers and beta -perfumes, let alone connect the peculiar scent to an enticing omega -scent. How could he make out the omega scent in the midst of all that? And what other things was he talking about?

“My scent? It’s not possible,” I shook my head.

“I have worked my whole life with different potions and ingredients. It would be impossible for me not to recognize a new different scent amongst the other ones and not get suspicious.”

“And by the other things you mean?”

“You scent didn’t give you away, Silver. Your actions did,” professor Snape answered. He stood up and faced the empty teachers table. His polished shoes clicked against the stones as he walked away from me, leaving me sitting on the floor alone.

I hugged my knees tighter trying to relieve the scared feeling inside of me. Now that he knew, he could do whatever with the information. The most logical way would be telling headmaster Dumbledore and I wished that he wouldn’t do that. I would do anything to keep my secret under a guise.

As I realized the danger the situation would bring me, I sprang up and pleaded: “Please, sir. Don’t tell anyone about this!” and as the request left my lips, the tall alpha turned around and stalked towards me.

“You’d rather torture yourself than face the reality?” he spat with fury in his voice. I fought the urge to cower and stood my ground.

“I-it would ruin my family,” I stammered. Surely, he would understand? “Please, I’m a disgrace, they would never forgive me for failing them.”

“Silver -,” he said but I was deep in my mind again.

“I can try better, sir. I’ll create more spells, up my dosage. Anything – “

“Silver -,” he tried again.

“-To keep them happy. I-I’ll disappear, transfer schools if that’s what it takes –,”

“Alyssa!” Snape growled with a clear alpha tone. I stopped in mid-sentence as all of my previous thoughts fell out of the window and my body reacted immediately to his tone. Alpha is disappointed, what did I do wrong? I held back a distressed whimper. How could I react to him so easily? “You’ll do no such thing!” he was clutching his hand in a fist. “And don’t think for a second that you’re a disgrace!” he hissed.

I fought my omega instincts which were screaming at me to comfort the angered alpha even though I was the cause of his anger in the first place. His whole body was rigid and seemed much taller as he loomed over me. I could smell the pheromones rich in the air through my layers of protections and I wondered how he strong his scent would be without all the magic. How would he react to my scent without the maskers?

“Tomorrow you will bring me everything you take,” Snape commanded and I could hear a slight croon in his voice again. I was sure that he was doing it unconsciously but it didn’t stop me from purring in return as I heard his deep baritone reverberating in the room. He squinted his eyes as he heard me and continued: “Every potion you take, every spell you do, every pill you ingest will be on my table tomorrow at 4pm. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, sir,” I agreed.

“Good. And now you’re free to pack up your things. Detention’s over,” he said motioning to the door.

I was confused again. I still had a million questions running through my mind let alone a woken-up omega craving for attention from the lean alpha standing in the middle of the room with a stern look on his face.

“But sir –,“ I started.

“Tomorrow, miss Silver,” he growled. “Now get out before it’s curfew. I won’t get you out of the detention if Filch catches you wandering the corridors again.”

I huffed and gathered up my things with a running mind. I knew I was in trouble but I couldn’t say just yet how bad. Professor Snape had seated himself back at his desk with a quill in his hand. And without a last look I exited the classroom swiftly while he stayed sitting with a sour expression on his face, unable to concentrate on anything for the remainder of the evening.