You struggle to pay attention to your studies the next day, daydreaming your way through transfiguration class, your mind wandering to the prior evening you had with Profes–with Severus. You hold in a squeal of delight and find yourself reading the same sentence in your textbook over and over again, still not retaining the words on the page. You look out the window, the October sun making its way lower in the sky, nighttime approaching. The other students are also having a difficult time paying attention because of the widespread anticipation for the Harvest Ball that evening. You feel less worried now about the event, knowing he will be there.
When the last class of the day is finally dismissed, the hum of students getting ready for and discussing the dance fills the halls. The Great Hall has already been prepared, the long tables moved and spooky decorations hung. Jack-o-lanterns large enough for three men to fit inside are filled with lanterns, ghosts and bats hover overhead preparing to swoop down on unsuspecting couples on the dance floor. Dancing skeletons and candelabras line the walls creating a dark, warm ambiance.
You wander outdoors and breathe in the crisp autumn air. You stroll to the lake for a spell, taking a moment to yourself to collect your thoughts and get the space necessary to process your night with Severus. You lean over the rails, seeing your reflection in the dark water. How long can this go on? you wonder. Is it truly wrong just because it's forbidden? A red maple leaf drifts in the wind, gently falling on your reflection, its ripples traveling outward over the shiny surface. The striking colors of the Forbidden Forest glow warmly, oranges, yellows and reds decorating its noble ancient trees. Have I ever felt this way before, in my entire life?
Never.
A silly smile broadens across your face as you remember how tenderly he bathed you...how roughly he fucked you. You let out a sigh and decide you don't care about the rules because the feelings of freedom, empowerment and ecstasy are worth breaking them for. He is worth breaking them for. After all, he's breaking them for you, and the stakes are much higher for him as a professor.
Am I worth the risk he's taking?
You return to the castle, the halls now mostly empty as all the students are in their dorms getting ready. You make your way to the top of Ravenclaw Tower and enter your dorm, the other girls styling their hair and makeup. "Y/n! Where have you been? We need to do get your hair and makeup done if we're going to get you laid tonight," Angel winks. "Right...yes." She may not be wrong about that after all...
Jemma does your makeup while Angel and Georgia curl your hair, pinning it a half-updo with a braid. You change into your black silk panties and strapless lace bra and pull your dress from your closet, laying it on your bed. Suddenly nervous, you wonder, Will he like it? Will he like me in it?
"What happened there?" Angel asks concerned, her eyes narrowing at your middle. You glance down to see what she's looking at, your eyes widening in horror as you see the mark Professor Snape left on your hip, now ripe and purple. "Oh! I–I uh, ran into my desk and the corner of it hit me just right," you hurriedly exhale. "Wow, you must bruise easily," she responds, turning back to her pink gown draped over her bed, a shriek of excitement escaping her lips.
You know your lie sucked, but luckily Angel's too distracted to notice. Suddenly feeling exposed, you quickly slip on your own gown and face the mirror, the dark shades of purple perfectly contrasting against your eyes and hair. The makeup Jemma applied highlights your features, your lips soft and plump, your eyes shaped and lashes long, your shoulders and décolletage bare. You feel...beautiful?
You quickly turn to check––you let out a sigh of relief when you see the other bite mark on the back of your shoulder is barely concealed beneath the seam of the dress's back. Couldn't exactly dance in front of the entire school with my professor's hickey showing. Your fingers press lightly on the mark, your middle flooding with warmth at the memory of his teeth in you.
Three girls shriek behind you, "Y/n!" as they take you in. "Beautiful!" Amy exclaims. You blush and you all make your way downstairs to the hall. The students begin spilling into the Great Hall, gasping with 'ooh's' and 'ahs' at the to-do. Your friends find their dates as you enter the large room and gaze up at the bats and swooping ghosts. You catch the smell of good food and see an inordinate amount of it piled atop long tables lining the back wall.
Your eyes scan the room, searching for him..."Y/n, you look great!" Peter says behind you. "Peter! I love this suit on you," your eyes take him in. He looks handsome and trim in his tailored suit. You both begin mingling with other students, each discussing their dresses, dates, and intentions for the evening. Suddenly gentle music fills the room, self-playing violins and cellos. "Shall we?" Peter asks, extending his hand to you. You smile and accept his hand as he pulls you into the sea of swirling couples.
You weren't aware of a pair of dark orbs noticing you from the circle of professors mingling in the corner, going over the rules for chaperoning students. He sees you enter the room, your form exquisitely accentuated by the soft, draping material. His core tightens in desire at your delicate frame. He watches your eyes search the room, scanning the hall when a pesky boy catches your attention. He begins speaking with you and you smile and seem to give him a compliment. Severus' chest burns with a tightness he tries to swallow down with a gulp of elf wine. When the nuisance extends his arm to you and takes your hand in his, it's all he can do to keep from marching over there and beating the living daylights out of––
"Can you do that, Severus?" the headmaster was suddenly asking. "Try to keep the students from dawdling inappropriately on the grounds? They are of course welcome to leave and do as they wish elsewhere, but it's school policy and we cannot afford another strike from the Ministry." Snape nods curtly, irritated at the interruption.
Peter spins and sways with you to the upbeat orchestral theme, the amber-glowing room buzzing around you. He makes a quick jest, "Oi, look what you're missing out on! You sure you shouldn't have escorted him?" nodding his head toward Josh Philiman, the large, broad-shouldered quiddicth jock you turned down that was now stepping on his date's toes clumsily. You laugh and throw your head back watching the pair struggle to find their groove. You like Peter, he's very kind, genuine and funny. Suddenly the couples slow their pace with the changing music, nuzzling noses, their hands wandering a little further south than to Professor McGonagall's liking, her tsks and rapping wand on knuckles breaking the romantic tension between them. You can't help but scan the crowd for Severus, your hopeful eyes locking on every tall, dark-haired person in the room. You thought he would be here somewhere...
Standing at the back of the hall, Snape tries to distract himself but his eyes are repeatedly drawn back to you as he feels the envy radiating from his core, watching the pesky little shit lace his hands around your waist. He clenches his teeth and breathes sharply, trying to contain himself. Luckily the lighting is so low that not many could see his harsh glare, thought it's not exactly uncharacteristic of him.
Peter looks up past your shoulder and his eyes soften in a sweet fixation. You turn and see Rupert, mingling with some friends near the punch bowl. "Go ahead," you say gently. He returns your gaze questioningly, a look of awareness spreading across his face. You continue swaying. "How long have you known?" he asks. "A little over a year. Your secret is safe with me. It's for you to decide when and if you share that part of you with others, and just so you know...I've got your back if you do," you smile reassuringly up at him, and a look of relief sweeps across his face. "Really? You don't mind?" "Of course not! Go on you silly ninny," you release him and he makes his way to Rupert. The two share a gentle look and you see them disappear from the hall.
You suddenly hear a deep voice behind you, vibrating through you and a hand on your hip. "Out. Side."
Your insides tremble at that sexy voice, your lids becoming heavy. You revel at the invitation and discretely make your way outdoors. You pass Rupert and Peter softly swaying alone in the dark corridor, the distant music gently spilling out and surrounding them. Your heart aches at the pure romance of it as you head outside for your own rendezvous.
You walk down the little path running alongside the castle, the dim light from the windows of the Great Hall bleeding its orange haze onto the damp grass. You feel a strong grip on your arm and you're pulled into a dark alcove and pressed firmly against the wall, the cold stones against your bare shoulders and a dark figure looming over you. "Getting rather cozy with Mr. Knightley, weren't we?" he spits, his dark eyes flashing possessively. "Who, Peter...?" you ask. Was he jealous? You hadn't considered he might be and color rushes to your cheeks at the thought. He catches your wrist in his hand and pins it against the stone wall. He gently caresses your neck with his large hand, covering it completely. His thumb slips up and over your lips, stroking lightly. "You are...mine," he hisses, his eyes roaming hungrily over you. The subtle approbation makes your thighs squeeze together.
The intensity of his gaze makes you melt and he presses his forehead to yours, his thumb and index raising your chin. He gently touches his lips to yours and tastes you, gradually deepening the kiss and moaning against your soft mouth. You feel a rush of wetness at your core as his hand moves down from your neck and over the swell of your breast, squeezing. He moves further down, gathering up your gown and slipping his straying hand underneath, raking his fingers lightly against your soft thighs. His splayed palm moves further up, his thumb hooking delicately underneath the seam of your knickers, sliding toward your center. You gasp against his kiss as he moves gently toward your clit and presses in a swirling motion. He kisses your neck and shoulders as he slips a large finger into you, and you let out a tiny whimper at his entrance.
He slips in and out, slowly at first but quickly picking up the pace, fucking you with his finger. His thumb continues its dance against your clit and he curls the finger inside you in a 'come-hither' motion, touching the spongy flesh of your inner wall. You gasp suddenly and his kisses intensify against your skin, roaming back up to your gaping mouth. You feel yourself approaching and whine, "Professor I'm going to...may I–?" between breaths.
His deep timbre resonates through you, against your neck where his lips are pressed, "Yes Darling...come for me."
You delve deeply into your bliss, clinging tightly to his strong shoulders, throwing your head back in pure enjoyment and he growls at your pleasure, his thick member pressing against your leg. Your erratic breathing slows and his finger slips out of you. He looks at your heaving chest and up at your face. "Absolutely stunning." You feel your legs grow weak.
"Professor?" "Mmh?" "I am not interested in Peter. Not like that," you assure him still catching your breath. His hard features soften and he replies simply, "Good."
He releases you and returns to the castle, and you wait a moment to do the same. You re-enter the hall and Angel scampers up to you and says suspiciously, "Couldn't help but notice you and a certain someone were both gone at the same time...up to deviant activities, I presume?" Your heart drops in panic, Does she know? What will happen? Will she tell?
"Oh, relax Y/n. I saw Professor Snape harassing couples in carriages outside just now so I'm sure you'd know immediately if you'd been spotted. Besides, Peter came in a few minutes before you so I doubt anyone besides me noticed. Very discreet," she smiles deviously. Your shoulders drop in relief, Merlin, I'm going to need a drink, as you make your way to the punch bowl, Angel following close behind. "So how was it?" she whispers unabatedly. "It?" She rolls her eyes, "the sex!" Your eyes widen, "Please, keep your voice down! McGonagall's right there!" you whisper, aggressively gesturing toward the Professor prowling disapprovingly among the bodies pressed too closely together.
She stares at you expectantly, still waiting for an answer. "Good," you reply curtly. "Good? Come on, give me some details!" "Ok, it was, er...amazing," your mind wanders to your moments with Severus. "Mind-blowing...better than I ever thought it could be." "Merlin, Y/n. I'd say you're quite smitten with Peter," her bright eyes gleaming. You blush, "Yeah, I suppose so..." your voice trails, your eyes searching for your tall, brooding Professor. You drink your punch and find Peter, both of you trying to seem natural. You make small talk and eat along with the rest of the students, the ghosts swooping down and wreaking havoc on the younger ones.
You take the welcome dining break from dancing and music to explore the decorations of skeletons and bubbling, steaming cauldrons in the dark room. You step inside one of the carved giant pumpkins, carpet rolled out and benches placed within, marveling at the sheer size of it. You walk around its walls and suddenly feel a presence behind you and an a hand falling on your waist. Your hand slips behind you and slowly descends, groping the hardness tenting beneath his trousers. He hisses in your ear at the contact and his grip tightens on you. You rub him more vigorously, and he slowly, discreetly grinds against your ass. "Miss Y/n. I couldn't let you wander off again, now could I? If I let you out of my sight who knows what you could get yourself into..." He breathes heavily in your ear, making your middle flush again in waves of arousal.
His teeth gently nibble your lobe and you hold in a moan. Students begin returning to the dance floor again, their steps echoing in the great room. His hand slowly drops from your waist and he whispers in your ear, "Come to my office at 11."