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Harrie breathed deeply, her head feeling like it was about to split open as she tried to force Snape out of her mind. They were having yet another Occlumency lesson. They had been at it for hours now without any visible success so far. Head throbbing, she tried to push him out and get a foothold, tried to focus on the present - on him standing before her, cool and impassable like stone. Snape regarded her coolly, face completely impassive as he shifted through her memories with embarrassing ease, not even a trickle of sweat on his brows. Harrie suddenly felt her control slipping, the barely perceptible hold she had fading away. Memories of her miserable childhood danced before her eyes, of her time at Hogwarts, and the endless, lonely summers in Privet Drive…
And then the memories shifted.
Harrie drew in a sharp, horrifying gasp as she realised what memory Snape was about to see next. She struggled ceaselessly, trying to push him out of her mind, but he latched on to the memory - the image of his classroom coming into view. Harrie could do nothing but watch in horror and shame as the thing she had been dreading since Snape told her that he would be teaching her Occlumency lessons this year was finally happening. As her most private fantasies unfolded before them.
She was in Snape’s classroom, and alone with him, while the door was locked. She was in her school uniform and bent over his desk, thighs opened wide. Snape was behind her, dressed in his customary black robes, one of his hands lifting her skirt up, while the other drew small circles at the small of her back. His right hand suddenly slipped below, finding the wetness between her legs, and he stroked her sex as she let out a breathy moan.
Harrie was suddenly forced out of the memory with such an intensity that she stumbled on her feet and fell down, knees hitting the office floor painfully. She kept her eyes focused on the floor, on the hard, smooth stone, too terrified to look up at Snape, her whole body shaking in trepidation. After several moments of tense, suffocating silence, she swallowed hard and chanced a look up at him. She drew in a sharp, startled breath as she took in his expression. Snape was practically trembling, appearing almost unhinged and looking more livid than ever. His hands were balled into fists at his sides, his lips pressed in a tight line, his nostrils flared, and his eyes… his eyes blazed with annihilating rage as they burned into her own.
She gasped and walked back on her knees several steps, drawing back from that scorching gaze. She looked behind her at the closed door, considering scrambling up and making a run for the exit and disappearing from his sight as soon as possible.
“Do not fucking move,” Snape hissed behind her, almost growled, voice low and deep and pulsing with anger.
Harrie looked back at him and gulped, staying motionless on the ground. He was silent for a moment as he observed her, tracing her kneeling form with eyes that burned wherever they touched her. She fidgeted as his eyes finally bore into her own, holding her captive in their iron-clad grip, while he stepped forward to stand right before her.
“So,” he said slowly, voice trembling slightly, “is this your sick idea of a joke, Potter? Is this how you think of defending your mind, creating these vile visions to horrify me and force me out? Even for you, that is a new low.”
She bit her lip and stayed silent, not trusting herself yet to say anything.
“Or could it be something else?” he continued softly, his voice taking on a lower, deeper tone. “Could it be that what you showed me... was perhaps already in your mind as a memory?”
She blushed furiously as she looked up at him, staying silent.
“Answer me, Potter, or I will penetrate your mind as long as it takes until I find out the truth myself.”
She knew he would and that lying was also out of the question. He himself had called her a terrible liar more times than she could count. She tore her eyes away from him and looked down, focusing on the front of his black boots, barely visible below the hem of his billowing robes.
“I’m still waiting, Potter.”
She took a deep breath. “It was already in my mind.”
She heard Snape let out a small exhale above her. “And why,” he said, taking a step forward until his robes were almost touching her face, “would that be in your mind?”
She gulped. “It-it was a fantasy,” she whispered, still looking at his shoes.
“A fantasy,” Snape repeated above her, his voice somehow sounding even deeper than before. “You fantasise about your professor bending you over his desk and touching your bare cunt?”
She inhaled sharply, her eyes snapping back to his own, her pussy throbbing at hearing his voice saying those words, at having him so close. His expression was different now - that annihilating rage was gone, replaced by something darker and more intense. His eyes gleamed black, like dark pools of darkness, boring into her own - she felt like she would burn on the spot from their scorching intensity. “Yes,” she breathed out, voice trembling.
Snape’s nostrils flared. “And have there been other such… fantasies?”
“Yes,” she whispered, her tongue darting out to moisten her lips. “Many more.”
He let out a deep exhale, his gaze now focusing on her mouth, almost against his will. Harrie suddenly felt emboldened enough to add, “They are all about you.”
He raised a black eyebrow. “Is that so?” he whispered, tilting his head to the side, before sighing deeply. “What am I now to do with you, Potter?”
She had several ideas of what he could do to her. She was dripping with arousal already, more wet than she had ever been before in her life, and knowing that she could not get another chance like this again, she added in a slightly breathless voice, “You can do whatever you want, sir.”
Snape exhaled sharply, clenching his jaw, and there was no mistaking that gleam in his eyes now. Her own body reacted immediately to his response, her pussy throbbing sharply with want, knowing that that look on his face was there because of her. How many times had she fantasised that he would look at her like that one day?
“Do you know what I think, Potter?” he said quietly. “I think that you need to be punished for your insolence.” He stepped back and walked to one of the chairs in front of his office, promptly sitting down and turning around to face her. “Come here,” he said in a voice that brooked no argument.
Harrie got up from the floor and walked slowly towards him, fear and excitement lacing her every step. Snape was back to his icy, inscrutable self, observing her motions with an almost clinical detachment, eyes fitting up and down her form without the barest hint of emotion. His lips pulled into a smirk as she came to stand directly before him, eyes glinting momentarily with what might have passed for satisfaction.
“Have you ever been spanked, Potter?”
Spanked? She most certainly had not! The Dursleys preferred physical labour and starvation as forms of punishment, while the detentions at Hogwarts were never visceral in nature. Why in Merlin’s name would Snape want to spank her? When he said that she deserved to be punished in that low voice of his dripping with command and masculinity and seeing that flare of… something in his eyes, she had briefly entertained the notion that he would go ahead and brings some of her fantasies to reality. But spanking! Spanking was supposed to hurt and be painful. There was nothing sexual about it. Fear suddenly replaced her excitement as she whispered on trembling lips, “N-no.”
Snape’s nostrils flared. “Girls who fantasize about their professor touching their bare cunt deserve to be spanked, don’t they, Potter?” he said casually, eyes holding her own in an unmoving grip.
There was nothing casual about the context of his words. Her pussy pulsed suddenly almost against her will. “Y-yes,” she breathed out, trying with difficulty not to moan.
Snape’s eyes narrowed. “I’m still your professor. You will address me appropriately from now on.”
“Yes, sir,” she whispered, the honorific sounding decidedly inappropriate given the situation. And yet, she couldn’t help but feel a thrill of excitement at calling him that. Snape’s lips tightened imperceptibly at the title - and the fire inside her surged even more.
“Lie over my knees.”
She gulped and moved forward, hesitating.
“Either do as I say or get out, Potter.”
Taking a deep breath, she went to Snape’s right side and draped herself over his black-clad trousers, her hands hanging awkwardly in front of her. She gasped as she felt Snape’s hands touch her back and shoulders, shifting her forward, until her hands were touching the ground, and her nether regions were directly above Snape’s crotch.
Snape’s warm hands now trailed down to the back of her thighs and Harrie squirmed, clenching her thighs in response.
A sudden smack against the back of her thighs made her stop.
“Don’t move.”
She tried to obey but it was becoming increasingly difficult as Snape’s hands ventured closer and closer to her sex. She closed her eyes, breathing hard as she felt his fingers raise up her skirt, revealing her knickers. She moaned, not caring about the indecency of the sound, as Snape’s palms kneaded her ass.
“Evanesco.” She felt a sudden gust of air against her sex. She gasped, realising that Snape had just vanished her knickers, and that she was sitting on his lap, completely naked from the waist down. “My, my,” Snape whispered above her, his voice sounding slightly rougher than before, “I can practically smell your arousal, Potter. You are dripping wet already over my trousers, aren’t you?”
She tried to close her thighs instinctively in shame but Snape’s hands stopped her again.
“Ow!” she squealed as Snape smacked the back of her thighs twice, much harder than before.
“What did I tell you about not moving?”
She quieted down and made herself lie still.
“Good girl,” Snape said above her and she felt a sudden sharp throb in her core at the words. Good girl. Snape’s hands were now drawing circles on her naked ass, avoiding the place she wanted them most.
“You will receive ten spankings,” Snape said, his fingers still drawing circles on her skin. “You will count aloud each one. If you miss even one, you will receive ten more. Understood?”
“Y-yes, sir,” Harrie whispered, steeling herself for what was about to come.
His large hand struck her bottom with an impact that rang through the room. Harrie gasped in shock and slight pain.
“One!” she wheezed out.
The rest of the slaps came in quick succession, each one feeling harder than the previous one. The pain in her backside had now intensified, almost burning, while at the same time the aching in her quim was stronger than ever, heightening with every new slap.
“Five!” she whined out, almost sobbing from the intensity.
“Girls who fantasize about their teacher touching their bare cunt deserve to be punished, do they not?” Snape said, his voice sounding slightly winded.
“Y-yes, sir” Harrie whispered, her pussy throbbing with need at his words.
Snape started spanking her again, the slaps getting harder, the sound reverberating in the silent classroom, until only the ringing sounds of Snape’s hands and Harrie’s cries could be heard.
“T-ten!” Harrie cried out, tears streaming down her face. She was a writhing mess of pain and arousal, feeling almost empty and disconnected from her surroundings. She couldn't stop the tears from coming when it ended. She let everything out, crying in earnest over Snape’s legs while his hands rubbed small circles on her back, almost comfortingly. It felt like an eternity had passed before she quieted down, drawing in a lungful of breaths.
She shifted slightly and she felt something hard against her lower belly. Her mind froze, any movement halting. Snape is hard? She tried to think and process the sensation. Was he hard from before or had he become aroused while having her over his knees and spanking her? It did not matter either way, she decided. What mattered was that it was she who had brought him to this state. A slow, triumphant smile spread across her lips and she shifted her hips experimentally, intentionally rubbing against him.
She heard his sharp intake of breath and she did it again, the sound spurning her on, feeling elated at finally getting a reaction out of him, her arousal getting stronger by the second.
“Stop that,” Snape said in a slightly hoarse voice when she attempted to rub against him a third time, a sharp sting on her bare thighs accompanying his words.
Harrie stopped, not wanting to chance another round of spanking. Snape’s long fingers started trailing again up her thighs, avoiding the damp spot between them. She tried to stay still but it was incredibly difficult. She was burning inside with arousal and she desperately wanted Snape to finally touch her there and do something about it.
“I could feel your arousal growing while I was spanking you,” Snape said, voice low and gravelly. “You must have soiled my trousers by now.”
Harrie squirmed in shame and desire. She felt Snape shifting and lowering his head, his warm breath blowing against her ear as he whispered, “What kind of girl gets aroused while her professor disciplines her?”
Harrie bit her lip. The sound of his voice so close, whispering in her ear those words, while his hands kept stroking her skin did strange things to her. “I-I don’t know.”
“I’ll tell you then.” She felt him straighten up, his voice sounding above her once more. “Only sluts get aroused while their professor punishes them. Only sluts drip wet like a faucet over their professor’s lap.”
Harrie squirmed, covering her face with her hands. She could not believe that it was Snape saying those things to her, touching her like that. And why in Merlin’s name was she getting wet by him spanking and degrading her? What the fuck was wrong with her?
“Say it,” he said in a voice dripping with command. Harrie gasped, feeling his fingers edge higher and touching the lips of her labia. “I know what you want. Say what you are and I will stroke your cunt.”
Harrie closed her eyes, letting out a trembling breath, her hands now gripping Snape’s legs so hard that she thought they might bruise. Swallowing hard and hesitating for only a second, she discarded her pride entirely and whispered against his thighs, “I… I am a slut.”
“Good girl.” And then any and all further thought left her brain, replaced only by the most intense of sensations as he finally - finally - touched her there. She let out a high, keening noise as his fingers parted her slick lips and stroked her folds. She was so incredibly wet that she could feel her juices on Snape’s hand, could hear the wet sounds his fingers made as they stroked her. She had always admired Snape’s hands, often spending an unhealthy amount of time obsessing over them in class, observing his long fingers, the calluses decorating them from potion-making, his precise and exact movements, each one purposeful and commanding. She had often indulged herself on imagining how they would feel like on her skin, knowing that she would never find out. She could not believe that those hands were now responsible for bringing her the most mind-numbing pleasure of her life.
She thrashed suddenly, letting out a loud whine as Snape’s fingers almost brushed against her clit, purposefully ignoring the spot again. “Beg and I will touch you there.”
“P- please,” Harrie begged, not caring how desperate she sounded, almost crying from the intensity of her arousal.
“Address me appropriately and tell me exactly what you want.”
Harrie took in a deep breath and turned her head to look at him. His eyes found hers, burning into her own, appearing blacker than ever, devouring her whole. “Please, sir,” she whispered, unable to look away from their fiery depths, feeling her body respond to his gaze more intensely, more thoroughly than any touch could elicit. She had been wrong before thinking his eyes cold and empty like dark tunnels. His eyes were like fire, like a blazing inferno of heat, searing her very being. “Please, touch me.”
Snape raised his eyebrow, appearing almost unaffected by her plea, but Harrie could see the subtle tightening of his lips. “You will have to be more specific, Miss Potter. Touch you where?”
“Please…” she whispered, incoherent with want. “Please, sir… touch my clit.”
Snape’s eyes glinted with satisfaction and with something else, something raw and annihilating in its intensity - a desire that knocked the air out of her lungs.
His fingers moved suddenly as he expertly rubbed her clit, his eyes still boring into her own. Harrie screamed, the sensation so overpowering, so overwhelmingly good that all thought ceased. It took only a couple of seconds before she felt on the verge of climaxing. Her muscles spasmed - and she knew that she was headed for the biggest orgasm of her life so far. Just as she was about to come - Snape withdrew his hand.
She cried, tears streaming down her face, her whole body burning with suppressed desire. Why in seven blazes had he stopped? “P-please…” she begged, delirious with need and past caring how she sounded. “Please, sir… don’t stop.”
“And why,” Snape said slowly above her, voice sounding perfectly composed, “should I do that? What will I get out of this, Potter?”
A short moment of silence and then- “A-anything,” she whispered, breathing hard, turning to look at him. “Anything you want.”
Snape’s eyes glinted darkly. “Little girl,” he said, his right hand coming up to close around her throat, making her gasp, “be careful what you promise. You do realise you're bargaining with the Head of Slytherin, don’t you?”
“I-I don’t care,” Harrie said, twisting her arm to close around Snape’s own in a move that would have shocked her mere moments ago, her fingers brushing his own around her throat, feeling them burning her whole. “I will do anything.” Her eyes found his again. “I promise.”
Snape inhaled sharply, his hand tightening momentarily around her throat until Harrie could feel a bruise forming, while at the same time her pussy throbbed sharply in response. “Very well,” Snape said in a low, low voice, like dark velvet sliding through stone, “but don’t say I didn’t warn you.” He paused for a moment, head tilted slightly to the side, black, scorching eyes holding her own, as though considering her. “If you want this to continue-”
“Yes, please-”
“Do not interrupt me.” His hand tightened further around her neck, yet his eyes glinted momentarily with what might have passed for amusement. Harrie was sure that she was dreaming. Any moment now, she would wake up and realise that this was nothing more than a dream - admittedly the best dream of her life so far.
“As I was saying, if you want this to continue, then I have three terms that you need to accept. Violating any of them will result in the immediate cessation of any arrangement in place. Am I clear?”
“Yes, sir,” Harrie whispered.
“First, you will tell no one about this. I mean it, Potter. No one. Not your insipid sidekicks, Weasley and Granger, not anyone. And you will continue to treat me the same way as you have before when there are others around. Nothing, whatsoever, will change in our professional relationship. You will not expect favours or any special treatment from me, you will not act differently around me, and you will never challenge my authority as your professor or any punishments I assign to you. And you will be the only one who will be using that blasted map of yours from now on. No one must ever suspect anything, Potter. Is that understood?”
Harrie nodded. “I will tell no one.”
“Second,” Snape said slowly after a short moment of silence, “you will apply yourself to learning Occlumency. You need to master how to protect your mind now more than ever. And you will not confuse those lessons with anything else. I will expect nothing but the utmost dedication and hard work from you, Potter, and I will expect to see some results soon. If I find out that you have made no significant improvement, that you have been neglecting your practice and slacking off, then you may rest assured that the consequences will be… severe and that the punishment might not be so much to your liking.”
“I understand,” Harrie whispered, feeling the wetness between her legs grow even more by his words and his voice. It was sinful really to have a voice like that. “I will do my best to learn Occlumency.”
Snape chucked darkly above her. “Who would have thought that a round of spanking and some orgasm denial was all it would take to make you so amenable, Potter?”
Bastard, though Harrie, hating him with mounting ferocity and yet growing more and more aroused by the second. “And who would have thought,” she said instead, finally finding some of her Gryffindor courage, “that spanking me over your knees and touching me would make you so hard, professor?”
Snape’s eyes darkened. “You forget your place,” he said, voice suddenly cold like ice, his jaw tightening imperceptibly. He leaned in closer, moving his hand from her throat to grasp her hair, bringing her face up sharply, until they were almost at eye level. “You seem to be under the delusion that we are on equal footing here and that you can talk back to me however you want. Well, let me disabuse you of that notion.” He was so close now that Harrie could see his long, dark eyelashes brushing his cheeks when he blinked, could feel the warmth of his breath against her face. He smelled like a winter forest, cold and crisp, like cypress and sandalwood, like dark velvet and rich musk, like potions ingredients and ancient secrets, dark and sinful and forbidden. Her eyes fell to his lips, and her own parted slightly in response.
“My last term,” Snape said, voice low and gravelly, his free hand coming up to trace her jaw, making her shiver, “is that you will submit yourself to me.” A gust of burning air against her ear. “You will obey my orders implicitly and without question. And you will never initiate anything between us or presume yourself to be in charge.” Harrie was breathing hard now, the pulsing between her legs almost painful. Snape’s breath ghosted across her skin, burning her whole, as his other hand continued to caress her jaw, driving her pulse. “I am the only one who will be initiating anything and who will be in charge. The only one” - one of his hands suddenly slipped below finding her drenched pussy - “who will be allowed to touch you.” A shocked gasp escaped her. “I do not share, Potter, so never make me repeat this again.” Harrie moaned as his fingers brushed over her clit. “Are you agreeable to those terms?”
A logical person, like Hermione, would have said no. A logical person would have left the room and ran for the hills a long time ago. A logical person would not become aroused to the mere prospect of one of her professors - least of all Snape of all people - taking complete control of her life. But then again, Harrie had never been renown for her good sense.
“Yes,” she breathed out, shifting sightly, needing more, more pressure, more of him, needing all of him.
Snape’s fingers now moved lower, grazing her soaked opening, and making her shudder in anticipation. “You agree to submit yourself to me?”
The tip of his finger entered her slowly. Harrie inhaled sharply, opening her legs more. “Yes,” she gasped out. She would give him anything he wanted right now, anything at all if it meant that he would continue to touch her like that. She was so incredibly wet that she could feel her juices flowing freely, wetting his pants.
His finger stopped and she almost screamed in frustration. “Yes, what?”
“Yes, s-sir,” she whined out, feeling like she would burst, “please.”
“Good girl.” His finger slowly inched in more, teasing her, but still not fully in yet. “You agree to obey my commands?”
Harrie groaned, trying to move her hips forward, but he stopped her with his other hand. “Yes,” she wheezed out. “Please, sir.”
“Such a nice little girl, aren’t you,” Snape purred, “so wet for your professor, so eager for his fingers inside you.” Said finger now sheathed itself inside her fully, making her moan and clench her insides. “That’s it, you take it so well… Only my fingers can touch you, isn’t that right, little slut?”
Harrie groaned. “Yes… on-only yours, sir… I only want you, p-please.”
“Who would have thought that sexual submission would suit you so well, Potter?” Snape said silkily, sounding faintly amused. And then his finger started moving inside her and all thoughts left her brain. She was so incredibly wet that she could hear the wet sounds his finger made as it moved inside her. And then Snape added a second finger, and she almost came right then and there. She was so close now, feeling almost feverish, her repressed orgasm from before intensifying every sensation to new heights.
“That’s it,” Snape murmured above her. “You are so close, aren’t you?” Another pistoning of his fingers. Harrie gasped as he found a spot inside her that made her see stars, her insides tightening up. “That's it, come for me, Potter.”
She came, her muscles spasming around her so hard that she almost fell off the chair, an inarticulate cry leaving her lips, while a small trickle of liquid gushed out of her. And still Snape’s fingers moved inside her, while his thumb suddenly started fingering her clit. Harrie shook violently, back arching, the sensation so overpowering that she felt close to fainting. Another searing heat - and she knew that it was a matter of seconds before she came again.
“Yes, that's it,” Snape purred in her ear, his tongue darting out to lick her jaw, making her shudder. “You are so close again, aren’t you? Come for me again. Now.”
And Harrie came again, screaming his name between her broken sobs and strangled breaths, her whole body shivering from the force of her orgasm. She slumped against him, her face pressed to his shoulder, breathing hard, her heart thumping wildly against her chest.
“Good girl,” Snape whispered, breath warm against her hair as he removed his fingers.
Harrie was dazed, spent, and feeling more content than she ever had before in her life. She stayed there, breathing in his scent, and trying to regain her bearings when another sensation distracted her. She could feel Snape below her - he was hard, much harder than before, straining against his trousers. She wanted to rub against him, but then she remembered his terms and her still burning ass, and thought better of it. She raised her head and looked up at him.
Snape’s eyes locked into her own, burning her whole, causing goosebumps to spread across her skin. There was nothing in his expression to indicate what had just transpired between them, nothing at all pointing to his current predicament. He appeared completely unaffected, and if it wasn't for the straining erection below her, she would almost believe it to be true. Why, oh why, did she find the very thought of that - of a cool and detached Snape being completely in control despite everything - so incredibly erotic?
Snape smiled darkly at her. “You really should get better at Occlumency,” he said silkily, catching with his finger a lock of her curling, black hair. “Your thoughts are so painfully obvious. You might as well be shouting them at everyone to hear.”
Harrie glared at him, but there was no heat in her glare. “It-it’s more difficult now,” she muttered.
“Yes, post-orgasmic bliss will do that to you,” Snape said, a small tilt to his mouth. “Which really provides an excellent opportunity for learning.”
“Wh-what,” stuttered Harrie, “now?”
Snape just looked at her, his head tilted to the side. “Perhaps not. I doubt that you will manage to make any progress now given your current state” His lips drew slowly into a dangerous, sharp smile. “But soon enough,” he whispered - and Harrie knew it to be both a threat and a promise.
She looked down again, her eyes finding the noticeable bulge in his pants, before she looked back at him, swallowing hard. “Do-do you want any… help… with-with that?”
Snape raised his eyebrow. “You would like that, wouldn’t you?”
Yes, she would. Merlin, she would. “Yes, sir.”
“What a good little girl you are,” Snape whispered, “a good little slut hungry for her professor’s cock.”
Harrie’s cheeks burned in shame, and it should be impossible really, but she she felt herself slowly getting aroused again. Why in Morgana’s name did he have to say such filthy things? And why, oh why, was she getting off on them?
“That’s right,” Snape murmured, leaning in closer. “I know exactly what you want. Don’t I, Potter?”
Harrie could do nothing but nod. “Yes, sir.” Her eyes moved once more to his pants, and she imagined what his cock would look like, how it would feel like on her hands. She had never touched a cock before, never-
Snape chucked darkly above her. “Don’t worry, I will teach you everything you need to know.”
Desire pooled at his words. Snape brought up his hand, tracing her lips with his finger, his touch igniting every nerve ending. “But not today.”
A short, tense silence. “B-but why?”
“Because I make the rules, little girl. And I think that’s enough entertainment for one day.”
“But don’t you want-”
“My wants are no concern of yours,” Snape said coolly. “Do not mistake this… for something else. I will provide the discipline and stimulation you need and you will do as I say.”
He stood up suddenly, taking Harrie with him and putting her on her feet. She stumbled, her feet almost giving out from their long crumpled position, but Snape held her, steadying her, until she could comfortably stand on her own. He dropped his hands and took a step back from her. Harrie looked up at him, his form towering over her own now that they were standing.
“You will try to receive detention in your next Potions lesson,” he told her suddenly.
“You-you are asking me to get detention… on purpose?”
A perfectly arched eyebrow. “Do you have any problems with that request?”
She shook her head, feeling close to laughing from the absurdity of it all. “No, sir.”
“And you will wear no knickers.”
“What?”
“You will not wear any knickers in my next lesson and you will sit at a bench close to the front. Am I clear?”
Scorching heat pooled between her legs at his words. Had he no shame? Oh shut up, Harrie, she thought, you love it. Merlin, she did. “Yes, sir.”
Her eyes now traced Snape’s form, taking in his dark, dark eyes and black hair, his prominent nose and thin, pallid complexion, her gaze drifting lower to the row of black buttons decorating his robes, and then even lower to the still noticeable bulge in his trousers.
“Something on your mind, Miss Potter?” Snape was openly smirking at her now and Harrie wondered what kind of resolve the man had to still appear completely unbothered. Was he made of iron?
“N-nothing, sir,” she said, a tad too late.
Snape moved forward suddenly, grasping her hair with one hand to arch her head up. “Do not lie to me,” he said dangerously. “I can always tell.” His other hand went to her throat, tracing the spot where his hand had closed around previously, the spot that Harrie was sure would be sporting bruises by now. Snape leaned in closer, his breath hot against her cheek, his eyes scorching her whole as he whispered, “You want my cock, don’t you?”
Harrie closed her eyes in shame and mortification, while a moan burst from her throat, almost against her will. “Y-yes, sir.”
“How regrettable for you then,” Snape purred in her ear, “that you must wait another time for it.”
Her eyes snapped open again. Snape was looking at her with faint amusement, his mouth curled in a cruel smirk, and Harrie was sure that he was getting off on tormenting her.
“The next time we meet,” Snape said, tracing her lips again with his finger, his touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake, “you will be allowed to see and worship my cock.”
Harrie whimpered, her pussy clenching sharply at his words.
A deep, throaty chuckle. “You are wet again, aren’t you?”
“Y-yes, sir,” she breathed out, her eyes finding his own, desperately hoping that he would do something about it.
He smiled at her then - and there was nothing kind about that smile. “I’m afraid that our lesson is at an end, Miss Potter.” He dropped his hands to his sides and stepped back. “Please see yourself out.”
What? He would send her out like… like that? Harrie could only gape at him.
“Were any of the words I used unknown to you, Potter?
Harrie closed her mouth slowly and shook her head.
“Then kindly take yourself out.” He walked back towards his desk, sitting down on his office chair. “And practice Occlumency, Potter. I will know if you haven’t.”
Harrie swallowed hard. “Yes, sir,” she whispered. She took a deep breath, and with a final look at Snape, she turned around on unsteady feet.
“Oh and Potter?” His voice stopped her just as she was about to open the door.
She paused, turning her head to look back at him, her eyes findings his own across the room.
“You are not allowed to touch yourself or come without my permission,” he told her, black eyes glittering. “And don’t even think about disobeying me. I will find out in an instant. Do you understand?”
Harrie wanted to scream. She was still so aroused that all she wanted was to go to her bed and rub herself raw until she came again. She thought about begging him to reconsider, but then again this was Snape we were talking about. When had he ever reconsidered? And then a thought came to her-
“And you will not come in your sleep either,” Snape said dangerously, mouth tightening. “If you do, you will not be allowed to come for a week. Am I clear?”
There was nothing she could do but sigh and nod dejectedly, secretly plotting his murder in her head.
“Yes, sir.”