Bewitched
Severus lingers in the Astronomy tower after Lucienna’s departure, sinking into this rare moment of quiet respite as he listens to the gentle rustling of the Dark Forest from the edge of the balcony. He didn’t expect the night to go as it had, having feared the worst for how Lucienna would respond to him. Honestly, he was shocked that she had answered his request for her presence at all.
But she had come to him.
And she forgave me, he muses, sighing at the unfamiliar warmth nestled deep in his chest. She welcomed me back to her.
Severus wonders to himself why this struck him so acutely. His transgressions against Lucienna were far from unforgivable— for most, he supposes. Yet he still had thought it highly likely that she would turn from him for good. Perhaps because his past was littered with such instances. This, he realizes suddenly, may be the first time he can ever remember experiencing the act of forgiveness. Not even Albus has ever extended that kindness. After all these years, after everything that he has done, he remains nothing more than an expendable weapon, his soul kept like a sordid portrait of every sin the old man has ever requested for the sake of the Light.
And it will never be enough.
Severus had resigned himself to that fact long ago— until now.
Until her.
Severus grins to himself as he turns from the balcony to leave. He strides through the darkened hallways as stoically as ever, knowing quite well that the portraits would soon go nattering to Albus should his behavior seem amiss in any way.
His pleasant mood is dampened slightly as he enters his office. He pinches the bridge of his nose, wanting nothing more than to undress and slink into bed. Rather, he moves to his classroom with a resigned huff and makes quick work of setting the lab stations for his first class tomorrow. His inner grumblings of what inevitable disasters his students might subject him to shift to Lucienna again as he finishes his task and returns to his office. Despite the usual dread that accompanies the start of every new school year, Severus is intrigued by the opportunity to reveal more of the witch’s aptitude for potions and keen mind.
Severus slips his hands into his pockets as he throws a cursory glance over the lesson plans on his desk, freezing instantly when his fingertips graze against one mysterious scrap of fine silk. His narrowed eyes widen suddenly as he unfolds the fabric before breaking into a broad smirk.
Oh, that little minx, he thinks as a delectable shiver runs down his spine, twitching in his groin as he slips the delicate silk between his fingers. His gaze grows heavy as his mind swims with the very recent memory of dragging this same garment down Lucienna’s legs before burying his face between her thighs and tasting her glistening cunt. Severus emits a soft groan as he raises the witch’s underwear to his face and draws her scent deep into his lungs. He collapses back into his chair and palms himself through the tightened front of his trousers with a gruff sigh.
This witch will be the death of me, he thinks, not for the first time as he fumbles with his belt with one hand, his eyes never leaving the fabric clutched between his fingers. He frees his stiff cock, lifting his other hand to inhale the intoxicating scent of her arousal once again and slicking his shaft with the bead of pre-cum seeping from its swollen tip before wrapping the silk around himself. The cool material slides and caresses over his taut flesh, eliciting a deep, satisfied groan from Severus’s chest as his hand flexes around his cock with several slow, languid strokes. His eyes sink closed as he tips his head back, and he’s once again kneeling at Lucienna’s feet, kneading her plump breast in one hand as he hungrily laps at her slick pussy. Severus has never felt like he did when kneeling at her feet, he thinks as he pumps his cock harder, his hips thrusting up into his hand as his veins burn hot with the memory of the way her scent, her moans, her supple, perfect flesh drove his senses to madness— the way she made submission, for the first time in his life, feel like divine transcendence. The thought of what her submission might feel like in his hands, as he finally thrusts his cock into her wet, wanting cunt scorches through his flesh suddenly and he arches upward with a stifled groan as his cock pulses in his hand before spurting ropes of hot cum into the black silk.
“Soon, little minx,” he whispers huskily to himself as he relaxes back into his chair, his heavy gaze falling to the soaked scrap of silk in his lap.
Soon, you’ll be mine.
***
Lucienna and Mina wait outside the Potions classroom after lunch the next day. She hadn’t seen Severus at breakfast or lunch and was partly glad for it as she tries not to fidget while they wait.
“You know that girl Hermione?” Mina suddenly turns to her and asks as they lean against the wall across from the classroom door.
“Yeah, why?” Lucienna asks, meeting her friend’s gaze.
“What do you think of her?”
“I don’t really know her… she seems nice, I guess,” Lucienna says before squinting. “Why?”
Mina turns from her then, pausing before saying, “She’s in my Transfiguration class… and she’s really smart.”
Lucienna tries not to smile. “That’s nice. Did you talk to her?”
“Hm?” Mina hums, her gaze flitting to Lucienna’s before darting away again. “Oh, no. She just talked a lot in class.”
“Well maybe you should,” Lucienna says casually, knowing that pushing Mina about her feelings never works well.
“Yeah, maybe,” Mina shrugs.
The door swings open then and they follow the other waiting students into the classroom, taking a table at the back. Just as she opens her notebook, Severus sweeps into the room from behind her, the door slamming shut behind him as he reaches his desk and turns to face the class. He flicks his wand toward a nearby blackboard and the day’s lesson is revealed.
“Anteactae Vitae,” he says in a stern tone. “Does anyone know what that means?”
Jumping right into it, I see.
Severus cold calls on a student in the front.
“Uhm.. past— past life?” The student stammers.
“Correct,” Severus says. “Five points to Ravenclaw.”
Lucienna fixes her eyes on him as he slowly stalks back and forth in front of his desk while he speaks, not at all shocked by how well he commands the attention of an entire room.
“In this Advanced Potions class, you will be learning how Alchemy relates to potion-making, which most of you will undoubtedly fail at.” His dark gaze scans the front row before he stops in front of a nervous-looking Ravenclaw. “Mister Belby, tell the class what Alchemy is.”
“Yes sir, it’s… Well— it’s when… so you take one thing—“
“Stop your blathering,” Severus drawls, moving away from Belby’s desk. “Five points from Ravenclaw.”
Mina stifles a giggle next to her and she throws her a quick warning glance, only to look back to the front and meet Severus’s piercing gaze.
“Miss Fayne… our new celebrity,” he drawls in a low voice. Lucienna maintains a neutral expression even as her skin pricks with nerves. “You are a christian, are you not, Miss Fayne?”
She blinks, puzzled by his question. “Uhm… no, Professor.”
“How odd,” he murmurs, stalking closer. “I was nearly certain I heard you professing something in the halls last night about… Christ…” He prods, smoothing a finger over his bottom lip as if deep in thought.
Her face flushes as the realization of what he is referring to hits her. Her gaze flits around the room to see several students exchanging confused looks with each other before she narrows her eyes at him and purses her lips in warning.
“Regardless,” he continues, amusement glinting in his eyes, “Do you know what relation this historical character has to the subject of Alchemy?”
Luce clears her throat before replying, “Well, canonically, he is said to have turned water into wine.”
“Precisely. Five points to Slytherin,” he says before returning to the front of the class.
The absolute nerve of this man, Lucienna fumes inwardly as he continues the lecture, while at the same time a simmering heat settles low in her stomach as scenes from last night now flash behind her eyes. She should be upset— embarrassed, if she were prone to the feeling— by having her professor repeat the words she uttered last night (as his face was buried between her thighs!) to her face in the middle of class, craftily disguised as part of the lesson.
She crosses her legs, pressing her thighs together tightly.
Yes, she definitely should be upset.
Sighing with relief as the bell rings, Lucienna quickly begins packing her things after she listens to Severus assign a paper on whether or not the potion on the board is even possible and he dismisses the class. She glances up before leaving, catching the slightest smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth before she swiftly turns and walks alongside Mina, hiding her grin until she escapes to the hallway.
***
After dinner, Lucienna holes up in the library to research her dragon egg while she has little homework to worry about. Lenny has barely let the damned thing out of his sight since yesterday evening and she is deeply worried that he might just smother her in her sleep if she were to let anything happen to it.
Mina and Fin help her flick through the numerous books sprawled out over their table while they talk about their first day of classes.
“I can’t find anything on Transylvanian Ivortyalons,” Lucienna finally sighs, leaning back in her chair and closing the large tome in front of her with a heavy thud.
“Same,” Mina says with disappointment.
“Do you think Se— Professor Snape would know anything?” Fin asks.
“I don’t know… maybe,” Lucienna shrugs.
“Why don’t you ask him?” Mina suggests. “He’s probably in his office, don’t you think?”
“I don’t want to bother him,” Lucienna says hesitantly, biting at her lip.
Mina looks to Fin before they both pin her with an exasperated look. “I highly doubt after last night he would find your presence bothersome,” she says, lowering her voice.
Lucienna grins. “That’s probably true,” she finally says, jumping up to clear their table.
The three of them are making their way to the library doors when Mina stops in her tracks, her head turned to the side. Lucienna follows her gaze and smiles when she sees Hermione buried behind a pile of books down the aisle. Hermione’s head suddenly snaps up, giving Mina a tentative smile as she meets her gaze. Mina whirls back around and scurries past the aisle, Lucienna and Fin looking puzzled as they quickly follow after her.
“Go talk to her,” Lucienna urges, stopping Mina’s escape with a hand on her shoulder.
“I can’t! She just caught me staring at her, Luce!” She hisses in a whisper, throwing her hands up. “She probably thinks I’m a creepy stalker vampire now, lurking around in the shadows, wanting to nibble on her neck!”
“Well that’s what she’s going to think if you just keep staring at her and don’t go talk to her like a normal human being!” Fin half-whispers back while Lucienna nods in agreement.
“And she just smiled at you! Just go and talk about your transfiguration class or something casual.”
Mina pauses, staring behind them with a worried expression before finally drawing a deep breath. “Fine,” she mutters. She turns back to look at them before she’s in view of Hermione and they both give her an enthusiastic thumbs up. “Casual. Just be casual,” Mina mumbles to herself before she rounds the corner.
***
Lucienna stares at the door to Severus’s office for a few moments before straightening her spine and knocking firmly. Several seconds of silence tick by before she begins to wonder if he’s even here. Just as she raises her hand to knock again, she hears a soft click as the door slowly creaks open. Lucienna peeks inside the empty office, her eyes narrowing.
Odd.
She hesitates momentarily before taking a few steps inside and jumps as the door slams shut behind her. A little on edge, she decides to wait for a bit to see if he appears and slowly looks around the room, skimming the titles of his books and peering at the various jars and vials on his shelves.
She jumps again when the door swings open and she quickly straightens when she meets Severus’s narrowed gaze.
“Good evening,” she greets lamely.
A puzzled expression passes over his face before he grins and walks to his desk. “Good evening… how did you get in here?” He asks, stopping by his chair.
“The door opened.” She says simply, settling into the armchair in front of his desk.
Severus raises a skeptical brow.
“I swear!” Lucienna insists, raising her hands up.
“Well,” he finally says, grinning again as he sinks into his chair, “To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit then, Miss Fayne?”
“I was wondering, Professor, if you happened to know anything about hatching dragon eggs,” she begins. “There’s nothing in the library about Transylvanian Ivorytalons. I’m beginning to wonder if Mr. Malfoy is just full of shit.”
Severus chuckles. “Unfortunately, I do not, nor can I defend Lucius’s intelligence. I would suggest you talk to Hagrid, the groundskeeper. He’s quite fond of dragons.”
“I’ll do that,” Lucienna smiles. “Thank you.”
“My pleasure,” he replies, a small smirk playing at his lips. Unsure of what else to say, she rises from her seat, about to excuse herself, when he says, “What are your plans for tonight?”
“Well, some hard-ass professor assigned a paper the first day of classes…” she says with a dramatic sigh before grinning, eliciting another quiet chuckle from him. “And you?”
“Just enjoying my last night of peace before I attempt to teach first-years how to brew a potion without killing themselves— or more importantly, me.”
“Well, I’ll leave you to it, then,” she laughs. “Goodnight, Severus.”
“Goodnight, Lucienna,” he murmurs warmly and she turns to leave.
“I’ll put you in my prayers tonight,” she calls playfully, nearly to the door when his rich laughter sounds behind her. She whirls around and narrows her eyes at him with a glare, trying not to smile. “You really ought to count your blessings that I like you,” she threatens as his laughter ends. “I’m not in the habit of allowing people to embarrass me in public… not without consequences.”
“Tell me you didn’t enjoy it,” Severus smirks at her.
Lucienna glances away with a sly grin, her face warming.
“That’s what I thought,” he murmurs lowly, sending a thrill of heat through her as his eyes graze down her body before pinning her with a piercing gaze.
“Speaking of…” She says, taking a few slow steps toward him, her eyes now glowing with pure mischief. “Do you happen to know where my underwear from last night are?”
Severus clears his throat, tracing a finger over his mouth to hide a smile.
“Did you at least… enjoy them?” She asks, stalking closer to his desk.
His eyes darken as he watches her advance, dragging his gaze down her body once again and swallowing hard as she stops next to his chair, her back to the desk.
“Thoroughly,” he finally says, his voice gruff, and meets her eyes.
Without taking her eyes from his, she reaches under her skirt and slowly drags her underwear down her legs before stepping out of them and flinging them into his lap. His gaze flits from the scrap of fabric now in his hand to her lithe form as she moves to stand directly in front of him, leaning against his desk. He shifts back in his chair, spreading his knees farther apart with little thought and palms the front of his trousers.
“I thought all night about what you might be doing with them,” she says quietly, her slender fingers reaching to unknot her tie before slipping it from her neck. She smirks as she sees his hand tighten over his crotch. “Show me.”
“Devious little minx,” he utters under his breath, rubbing himself as she slowly unbuttons her blouse.
The sound of his hand unclasping his belt just as her blouse falls to the floor sends a heady thrill rushing through her veins. She swiftly removes her bra, her hands reaching up to palm and caress her breasts under his heavy-lidded gaze, his eyes like a tangible caress against her sensitive flesh. Her eyes widen momentarily as he finally frees his stiff cock from his trousers and she slips a hand down her thigh to the bottom of her skirt before slowly rucking it up. A faint whimper escapes her mouth as her fingers glide through the folds of her already wet pussy, her eyes glued to the red and glistening tip of his cock gripped firmly in his hand. Severus raises her underwear to his face, inhaling before uttering a breathy groan and Lucienna twists the stiff peak of her nipple in response as a tingling flash of heat sweeps through her.
“Raise your skirt,” he orders in a husky voice as he covers his member with her underwear and begins pumping his hand.
Lucienna complies, tucking the bottom of her skirt into her waistband as she continues to touch herself. Briefly dipping two fingers into her entrance, she slowly draws them up her slit and tips her head back with a breathy sigh as she circles them around her now aching clit. She straightens when she feels his warm hand caress her upper thigh and she quickly slaps his hand away with a sly grin tugging at the corner of her mouth.
“Careful, little witch,” he warns, pinning her with a sharp look that makes her stomach flutter with anticipation.
His breath catches in his throat as she suddenly thrusts two fingers into herself with a muffled moan as she bites her lip.
“Come here,” he commands, his expression deliciously forbidding and stern as he holds her gaze.
Lucienna shakes her head, her eyelids fluttering as she shifts to spread her legs wider and continues to fuck herself with her fingers.
He suddenly vaults out of his chair with a growl and she gasps as his hand flies to her hair and jerks her head back to meet her wide-eyed gaze. Her hands fly up to grip his shirt with clenched fists for support as he presses against her, pushing her into the desk so that its hard edge bites into her lower back while he looms over her.
“Has no one ever taught you how to behave?” He growls, grinding his his hips harshly against hers and eliciting a delicious moan from her mouth as his hot, rigid length thrusts between the lips of her pussy and drags across her clit.
“Are you going to teach me, Professor?” She asks breathily, hooking a leg over his hip to hold him tightly against her.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Miss Fayne,” he purrs in a deep, silken voice as he tilts his head and grazes the tip of his nose down the side of her face, his hand still laced through her hair with a firm grip at the back of her head while his other caresses up her side before palming her breast. She arches into his touch, a desperate whimper escaping her as he grinds into her again while he languidly rolls her nipple between his fingers before tugging on it sharply. “Desperate for me to fuck that tight, needy cunt of yours into submission.”
“Please, yes,” she practically whimpers, his filthy words making a deep ache pulse through her pussy as it clenches around nothing. Her heart pounds hard against her ribs as he jerks her head towards his, pressing his mouth to hers in a bruising kiss and laving his tongue deep into her mouth before yanking her head back and drawing close to her ear while his other hand clutches her hip with a possessive grip.
“Let us hope you don’t soon come to regret those words, little witch,” he murmurs lowly into her ear. His hot, panting breath fans down her neck as both hands now bite into the plush flesh of her hips, sending goosebumps prickling across her flesh. Her breath hitches in her throat as he grinds his cock through the slick folds of her pussy again, the smoldering heat pooling low in her belly suddenly spiking to a searing flame as she feels the thick head of his cock pressing at her entrance. “For I am not a patient man,” he finishes in a growl before thrusting deep into her warm, dripping cunt with a satisfied groan.
“Jesus, fuck!” She cries, throwing her head back as she feels herself stretch deliciously and suddenly around his significant girth. In less than a second, Severus has her other leg hitched around his waist and she’s splayed out across his desk looking up at him with a hazy, sultry gaze as he leans over her. His smoldering gaze burns into hers as he pulls almost completely out of her before slamming back in as he yanks her hips toward him, wrenching a hoarse moan from her chest as she arches her back off the table.
“Gods, you feel divine,” he groans under his breath as he begins pounding into her, watching her face twist in pleasure with rapt attention while her fingernails sink into his back through the thin cotton of his button-down, a steady stream of breathy moans and mewls and sighs spilling from her lips and drowning him in an intoxicating spell that makes his head spin.
Severus dips his head to harshly suck her nipple into his hot mouth as he grips her thighs around his waist and pulls them up higher to drive even deeper into her.
“Just like that,” she moans, arching her back as her pussy clenches around him, the ridged head of his cock dragging perfectly over the sensitive spot on her inner wall with each powerful thrust.
“So needy,” he rasps against her breast, sharply nipping her nipple before kissing and licking his way up her chest to her neck. “Look at you,” he murmurs huskily, his hand snaking between them to gently tease her clit as he keeps up his brutal pace inside her. She feels him grin against her neck as she huffs impatiently, her entire body trembling with an agonizing desire for release building under her skin. “Writhing on my cock like the depraved slut that you are.”
“Please, Severus,” she begs in a broken whisper, grinding her hips against him in a desperate attempt to find more friction to satiate the tight coil of need burning hot in her abdomen. She cries out suddenly as his thumb presses down to rub firm, tight circles over her clit and she squeezes her legs around his waist as the walls of her cunt throb tighter and tighter around his thrusting cock. “Yes, yes, yes— fuck, I’m—“ she mewls before a guttural moan is ripped from her lungs, her every muscle tensing before quaking violently, white-hot waves of pleasure tearing through her as she writhes against him. A sinfully carnal groan rumbles through Severus’s chest as her tight walls clamp hard around his cock while her orgasm consumes her and he ruts into her roughly, desperately, thrusting one last time before spurting ropes of thick, hot cum deep into her pulsing pussy.
He collapses over her as they both try to catch their breath, feeling their mixed fluids slowly seeping from her as he softens. After a few moments, Severus raises his head and meets her gaze. She smiles warmly up at him, her eyes still hazy as he gently brushes a stray lock of hair from her face. Her mossy gaze sharpens as she notes something hesitant in his expression even as he returns her smile with a genuine one of his own and she arches a brow in silent question.
“I fear you’ve bewitched me, Lucienna,” he murmurs quietly, almost to himself.
A brief moment of silence passes before she reaches her hand up and runs her fingers through his hair soothingly. “Don’t worry,” she replies softly, raising her head up to press her lips to his cheek. “I’ll be gentle.”