Fic - Cherry Wine - Narcissa/Severus - NC-17
Title: Cherry Wine (1/1)
Author: KatrinaVT
Date of completion: 29th August 2005.
Genre: Het, first time, PWP
Time: 1974.
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 6197
Pairing(s): Narcissa Black / Severus Snape
Characters: SEVERUS, Narcissa.
Warnings/Spoilers: Underage sex and drinking. Some VERY mild S/M.
Disclaimer: The characters and the place all belong to J.K. Rowling, and I am making no profit from this at all. Sadly.
Summary: Third-year-Snape is seduced.
It was Halloween, and every pupil at Hogwarts was in the Great Hall enjoying a feast of food and merriment. All but one. One quiet third-year boy from the Slytherin house, who had chosen to forgo the fun to finally get some time to himself, to look at things he should not, and could never look at when others were around.
Severus Snape sat on the sofa in front of the fire in his pyjamas with a heavy, leather bound copy of Advanced Potions in his lap. A glass of milk was resting on the wide arm of the sofa next to his elbow, along with a quill and ink, and a notebook which he was turning to scribble hastily in every few moments.
He eagerly flicked the page over to the next chapter. Two hours had passed and he was almost through the book. He had at least another hour to himself before people started coming back, maybe two. It all depended on how long Dumbledore let the party go on (i.e. - it all depended on how tipsy Dumbledore got). Either way, if someone did come back early he still had the option of sneaking the book up to his room, as the boys who shared it with him had told him they'd be staying at the party for as long as they could.
Another half an hour passed without interruption and Severus finally closed the book, lifting his notepad to gaze proudly at his research. That would keep him going for some time, until he found another way to get into the restricted section of the library. He smiled to himself and put his notebook down to take a drink of his milk, pulling a face when he realised it had gone warm in the time it had been sitting there.
He rummaged down the side of the cushion for his wand and waved it over the glass. A stream of cold air came out of it and the glass steamed with condensation. Severus put the wand down and took another sip, satisfied that the milk was ice cold once more.
There was still no sign of anyone coming back, so he got up to return the book to the bookshelf. What could he occupy himself with now? He looked over all the titles on the shelves but there was nothing interesting there. Then something caught his eye. He squinted up at the very top shelf, some eight feet high. There was a large book up there, tucked back against the wall, barely visible. It was bound in black leather and had small red letters on the spine, which were obscured by the thick layer of dust covering it. What was that? Only one way to find out.
He ran back to the sofa to retrieve his wand and aimed it eagerly at the top of the bookcase. "Accio book!" A little too eagerly perhaps, because a second later, the book came flying off the shelf in a flurry of dust and cobwebs, and before he could dodge it, it hit him on the head, knocking him to the floor. "Oww!" He picked himself up, rubbing the sore spot on his head, then picked the book up carefully and returned to the sofa with it.
It was heavy, and had a metal clasp holding it together. A few vain attempts at trying to wriggle the lock told Severus that it wasn't going to open that way. Why keep a book locked up anyway? He turned it on its side and dusted the spine with his fingers so that he could read the title.
"Practice of the Dark Arts," he breathed. "Wow..." The book must have been stuck up there for years! It was no doubt completely forgotten about. Who here would have had such a book? This was surely far beyond anything they were taught in lessons. "How to get in there?" He tugged at the lock again, fingering a small indent on the spine. Perhaps...? He pressed on it.
He gasped as the book gave a little shiver and the lock clicked open slowly. With an excitedly shaking hand Severus opened the heavy cover and read down the index. "History of the Dark Arts... Bestiary...Potions..." Before he could get too contained by that, his eyes roamed to a later chapter and he grinned. "Hexes!"
The door to the common room creaked and he slammed the book shut and shoved it under the sofa, hastily wiping the dust from his hands. He was just sitting there, quite innocently drinking his milk.
Footsteps came down the stairs, but he ignored whoever it was and stared forward into the fire. Maybe they'd go away, or go past him to their room. He could make himself be ignored quite easily, he was used to it. All he had to do was sit still and be quiet and ignore the person in return.
He listened as they walked around the back of his sofa. It was a girl, an older one, judging by the sound of heels on the stone floor and the smell of strong perfume.
Severus gulped. He knew that perfume. And this person he could not ignore. He turned around to see a sixth-year girl with long, sleek blonde hair tied in a plait, a skirt that was slightly too short for regulations, and an untucked shirt with no tie. She was making her way towards the girls' dormitories, when she stopped, as if she was aware of eyes on her.
Severus gasped quietly and quickly sank back into the sofa, hoping to make himself invisible again. It didn't work though. He heard the sound of her high heels coming back towards him across the floor and a moment later she was standing over him, looking down at him as if he was the most curious creature she'd ever seen.
"Hi," he whispered, swallowing hard and blushing furiously, willing himself not to show any evidence of his growing arousal.
It was Narcissa Black - the object of many an inappropriate dream and many an embarrassing bulge in the trousers. She looked at him down her nose in that disapproving way she looked at most people, and it sent strange chills up his spine.
"Hello," she said after some time, in that low, soft voice of hers. "Why aren't you at the party?" She raised an eyebrow and folded her arms across her chest. She seemed annoyed to find him there.
"Oh, I.. um... I.. er.." He looked up at her and swallowed. Thinking of a decent excuse was difficult enough at the best of times, but having that staring down at him made it ten times worse! The act of thinking itself was becoming almost impossible. "I just... didn't f-feel like it," he stuttered with a tense shrug.
"Hm." She regarded him with her large blue eyes for a few more moments, then reached to take his notebook off the arm of the sofa. He'd forgotten about that! She took a few moments flicking through the pages, frowning, then handed it back to him. "This is a bit much for you, isn't it? What are you? Second year?"
"Third year," he told her, snatching the book quickly and subtly holding it across his lap before anything potentially humiliating became apparent to her.
"Hm." Narcissa's eyes followed the book intently and focussed on it with a very neutral expression once it was placed in his lap. "Severus Snape," she read from the label on the cover. The corners of her lips curled into a smile. "Ah, you're that half-blood that knows all the advanced spells."
He blinked up at her, not sure whether she was complimenting him on his knowledge, or whether, like most people, she thought he was weird. 'Half-blood' certainly wasn't a title he liked being used about him in this house, but that was just her way. She was a Black, after all. And a very pretty one, at that.
"I'm Narcissa," she told him.
"I know," he said quickly, cringing as soon as the words were out. That was not the right answer!
Fortunately she didn't comment on it. She was now eyeing his glass of milk. "Bit tame, isn't it?" she said, pointing to the glass. "I've got something better. Wait there." She grinned and winked at him then quickly walked away.
Severus stared after her as she disappeared down the corridor to the girls' dormitories. His heart thundered in his chest. She had winked at him! Why on earth had she winked at him?! People like her were never friendly to him.
He squirmed and reached beneath the notebook to subtly rearrange himself in his underpants. There was no way he was going to let any girl see that! Maybe he should go and get his dressing gown? But she'd probably come back while he was gone and if he wasn't there then she'd leave again. He couldn't mess up any opportunity to talk to her. He'd lusted after her for over two years and she'd never so much as looked at him.
Not that he stood the remotest chance with her. Why would he? She could have anyone she wanted. It was a well known fact that Lucius Malfoy had paid advances to her before he'd left school, and she'd only been fourteen then! He couldn't compete with anyone like that! Lucius Malfoy was tall, and blond and very handsome. He was none of those.
Well, he was getting tall, a bit gangly actually, but he was by no means handsome. He didn't stand a chance with any girl. Not that he wanted just any girl, it might have been a bit easier if he had. He wanted that girl.
A few moments later Narcissa came back. She'd let her hair down and brushed it and it was now lying down her back like pale yellow ribbons. Severus gulped, trying not to stare. She had to be the most beautiful thing in the world. She looked like a mermaid or something, all pale skin and long hair and beguiling eyes. Or a Succubus maybe. He twitched. He shouldn't have let that train of thought go that far.
"There we are!" Narcissa pulled a bottle from behind her back and wriggled the stopper out of it. "Try some of that." She handed it to Severus then sat down next to him. Very close to him.
He gasped and took the bottle, shuffling away from her a little. "What is it?" He sniffed from the bottle. It smelled like cherries.
"Have some," she encouraged, smiling at him.
He couldn't say no to that smile, so he put the bottle to his lips and took a gulp from it. It was wine, he thought, and it was very sweet. "Thank you," he muttered, and handed it back to her. He probably shouldn't have any more. He'd never drunk alcohol before, and he'd undoubtedly get drunk stupidly quickly.
Narcissa's tiny smile got a little broader as she took the bottle back and Severus pulled his hand back with a gasp as her cool fingers brushed against his. He squirmed some more, trying to put a little more distance between himself and her but the arm of the sofa was already sticking uncomfortably in his side. He had nowhere to move to.
"You're in class with my cousin, aren't you?" she said, sitting back comfortably and crossing her long, slim legs as she lifted the bottle to her full lips to drink from it.
"Who? Sirius? Yes, I am," he answered, hoping she didn't ask him for his opinion on her relative. He'd never seen them talking together, but blood was thicker than water. So they said...
"I don't like him very much," Narcissa said, passing the bottle back to him.
"Oh," Severus said, taking the bottle and considering it for a few seconds. He could get in trouble for this... What the hell! He took another large gulp. "Well, I suppose that's something we have in common."
"I mean, a Black in Gryffindor," she continued with a very disapproving sneer. "It's unheard of. And he keeps some very strange company." She lifted an eyebrow and shook her head. Before Severus could question that, she turned back to him. "Why don't you like him?"
"Well..." Now how pathetic could this sound? Better have another drink of wine.
"Tell me," Narcissa smiled at him, resting a hand on his knee. "I'm interested."
Severus flinched and nearly choked. He wasn't used to being touched, let alone by her, let alone like that! "He's picked on me since the first day we started here," he murmured, blushing at sounding so feeble. "He's full of himself, I can't stand him."
"I heard someone cursed him and gave him peacock feathers for a whole week," she smirked.
"Oh, that!" Severus grinned proudly to himself. "I..." Perhaps it was better not to show off. No one but Sirius knew for certain that he had been the one to do it, and he didn't want to get into trouble. "Yes, I heard that too," he decided as an answer, and took another drink to make sure he didn't have to say anymore.
"Whoever it was," Narcissa said, taking the bottle from him, touching his fingers again, "I say good for them. He needs knocking off his high horse." She took a slow swallow of the wine then handed it back to Severus. "I could tell you, of course, that Sirius used to wet the bed when he was a child. Right up until he was about seven, I think. His father belted him for it."
Severus cringed a little and took another large drink of the wine. That was something he couldn't use against anyone, however horrid they were. It was something he knew too much about, and he had the marks to prove it. He was sure Sirius had never been very ill-treated, he was too confident to have been abused.
"Severus?" Narcissa touched his hand.
"Hm?" He flinched and squirmed again, having to reach quickly to keep his notebook across his lap. For once, he wasn't going to be haunted by his father. A much greater emotion was taking him over, and it was much nicer, even if it was embarrassing.
"You OK?" Narcissa smiled sweetly at him, stroking his hair back from his face, looking inquisitively at him. "Where are you?"
"Oh!" he whimpered, lifting the bottle to take another drink before he felt fit to answer. "N-nowhere, I'm right here."
"Glad to hear it," she said softly, shifting closer to him so that he could feel the warmth of her leg against his through the fabric of his pyjamas. "Do you like the wine?"
"Yes," he answered, sounding a little breathless to his own ears. He took another large drink, not thinking about the effect it might have on him. His head felt like it was starting to float a little, and it wasn't a bad feeling at all. "It's very nice... ohh..."
Narcissa was smiling at him in a very predatory way, her painted eyelids lowered. He didn't dare to look but he could feel that the hand on his knee was starting to creep slowly and coldly up his thigh. What in the world was happening?! Had he passed out or something? She'd just been talking to him and now she was doing that! Why? He was far too young and ugly for her. She was just winding him up, picking on the weird kid, just like everyone else.
"Why don't you show me what you're hiding under that book, Severus," she whispered against his ear.
Severus felt his stomach do a violent back flip and he swore his heart stopped for a moment. He nearly dropped the bottle, but Narcissa took it from him and placed it on the floor, never taking her hand from his leg.
"Have you ever kissed a girl, Severus?" she asked him.
He shook his head.
"Would you like to?"
He gulped.
"I'll bet Sirius has kissed lots of girls," she goaded, gently stroking the inside of his thigh, even though he was trying to keep his legs pressed tightly together.
"So what if he has?" Severus gasped. He couldn't care less how many girls Sirius Black had kissed; it made no difference to him.
Narcissa shrugged and leaned closer to him. "I thought you might like to catch up," she whispered, shifting around to turn towards him properly. "You're not shy, are you?"
She was so close that Severus could smell the sweet wine on her warm breath. She was trying to catch his eye, and she was smiling at him. There was something vaguely mocking about the smile, he thought, like if he did try to kiss her she'd slap him.
"Don't be shy, Severus," she whispered. "I'm not going to bite you. It'll be nice, trust me." And with that she pressed her lips against his.
He froze and his breath stuck in his chest. Her lips were warm and soft and faintly sticky with lipstick. She held his chin tightly in her hand as she gently bit his lower lip then she nudged her way between his lips with her tongue.
Severus was dumbstruck. He'd never kissed anyone before, he had no idea what to do. He was frozen with fear, and arousal, and embarrassment and every horrible emotion there was, but no feeling overcame the feeling of uncontainable desire that was welling inside him.
Narcissa's hand reached further up his leg then prised the notebook from the rather tight hold he'd just developed on it. Half a second later the book had hit the floor and her cool hand was between his legs, softly caressing him through his pyjamas.
He squeaked and took a gasp of breath and her tongue invaded his mouth. This was a dream! This had to be a dream, and any moment now he was going to wake up with a mess in his underpants. But never had a dream felt this very real.
He whimpered as Narcissa's tongue caressed his and he wriggled it feebly back against hers. She chuckled softly into the kiss and rubbed harder between his legs, her hand slipping under the waistband of his pyjamas so that just a thin cotton layer of underpants remained between her hand and his achingly hard cock.
He whimpered again, louder this time, and squirmed, not sure whether he wanted more, or whether he wanted to get free and run away. Before he could decide either way, the hand holding his chin took a firm but gentle hold around his neck. Not the back of his neck, no; Narcissa had caught him around the throat, her long nails digging slightly into his skin. The pressure of her fingers against his windpipe made him gasp.
She kept kissing him, urging him to do more with his tongue, and between that and the hand down his trousers and the hand hindering his breathing and the alcohol seeping through his bloodstream, he was soon getting rather light-headed. He could smell Narcissa's perfume and taste her lipstick, he could feel the softness of her breasts against his arm and he wanted to touch her, any part of her, even if it was just her hand, but he was too terrified to move.
"Severus," she whispered as she broke the kiss and released his neck. "Are you going to come out of that corner? I really can't do much to you while you're skulking there." She moved along the sofa to give him more room, smiling in a way that he wasn't sure was kind or cruel.
"W-what? Why...?" he uttered as he wriggled closer to her again, his cock twitching demandingly now she wasn't touching it. His head swam a little more as he moved and he blinked hard to clear his sight. "Narcissa, why...?"
"Shh." She put a finger to his lips then leaned down to retrieve the wine bottle. "Have some more of this, sweetie, it's all right."
He drank eagerly as she put the bottle to his lips. His throat had gone completely dry. No matter how much his head was reeling, he had to drink something.
"There, isn't that better?" Narcissa smiled at him and pulled the bottle back to take a drink herself.
She placed it on the floor again and leaned over Severus, pushing him to half lie back against the sofa arm that he'd just been huddled against. The glass of milk hit the floor. He felt her breasts press against his chest, then her hand caught his chin again, forcing his lips apart and she pressed her lips against his mouth.
He gasped as he felt wine dribble into his mouth and he swallowed it quickly, nearly choking. Oh, that was sinful!
Narcissa sat back again and smirked at him as she pushed her hair behind her ear. "Did you like that?"
Severus nodded dumbly, wiping a bit of wine from his chin.
"Would you like some more?"
"Wine or kiss?" he gasped.
"Either," she laughed softly. "But I meant kissing. And..." her hand slid up his thigh to rest over his cock again "...other things."
He gulped and fidgeted, blushing as he twitched against her palm. "What other things?"
"Lots of things," she whispered. "Shh, don't fret, I'll look after you." She removed her hand and smiled reassuringly at him as he whimpered, then she began to unbutton her blouse.
"Oh my...." Severus stared as her skin was slowly exposed, almost as white as the blouse that concealed it, then her cleavage came into view, and her breasts, encased in a soft white lace bra. He felt like he was about to burst the stitches of his underpants any moment.
Narcissa took his hand and pulled him to sit up properly. "Would you like to touch them?" Before he could answer, she had pressed his hand against one soft, warm breast.
It didn't fit in his hand, but she guided his fingers around it. He touched the bare skin above the bra with his thumb while his fingers felt the harder flesh of her nipple beneath the lace. It was getting harder as he touched it.
"Oh God!" he gasped, wriggling his fingertips beneath the fabric. He wanted to feel more. Was he allowed to?
Narcissa took his other hand and pressed it against her other breast, then released both of his hands as she started to unbutton his pyjama shirt.
Assured that he wasn't going to be slapped now, Severus slipped both hands under her bra and softly squeezed the soft, pliable swell of flesh. He stroked across her nipples with his thumbs, fascinated with how the skin puckered and rose beneath his touch.
"Is that... good?" he dared to ask.
"Oh yeah, that's good," she whispered, her eyes fluttering as she pulled his shirt open. "Having fun?"
He nodded quickly, a silly grin spreading across his face. "Uh-huh." She said he was good!
She smirked at him and kissed him softly on the lips, then her tongue snaked out and slithered over his chin and down his neck. She bit him softly just above the collarbone then attached her lips to the area and starting sucking it hard.
Severus shuddered. It tingled, and hurt a little, but it felt so very nice. Narcissa shifted closer to him, moving one knee either side of his leg. Her thigh pressed between his legs and he couldn't stop himself humping against it.
She chucked softly then released his neck and began kissing and licking slowly down his chest. Her hands stroked gently down his sides, tickling a little, then a shock of pain ran through him as her sharp nails suddenly scratched down either side of his ribcage.
He cried out loudly in pain then moaned at the tingling heat that spread from the scratches to somewhere deep in his belly. He was surprised how much the pain aroused him. He'd learned in his life to ignore pain, but he'd never dreamed he'd ever enjoy it! It was a bit scary, actually.
Narcissa grinned at him again, then her lips found a nipple and she kept looking up at him as her tongue fluttered across it.
Severus shuddered and pressed harder against her thigh, feeling a trail of sticky fluid inside his pants. He cried out again as she suddenly bit the nipple she'd been treating so sweetly, and her hand moved to pinch the other.
Pain flashed through him like white heat and he sobbed softly, his cock seeming to get impossibly harder at the feeling.
"Narcissa..." he whimpered.
"Shh, baby, shh," she whispered, kissing both nipples then pushing his shirt back further to lick down the scratches she had made. "You OK?" she asked him as she moved up to kiss him again.
"Mhm," he whimpered breathlessly, closing his eyes as he returned the kiss nervously and accepted her tongue in his mouth.
He lifted a hand blindly and ran his fingers through her hair. It felt like silk between his fingers, cool and fine and soft. Then he placed both hands either side of her waist to hold her as he dared to practise kissing her back. He felt her smile as his tongue entered her mouth, but she didn't stop him straight away.
She did pull away though, after a few moments, and shifted back from him to lean against the arm of the sofa behind her. "Come here, Severus," she said in a voice that made his cock jump.
He stared at her. Her hair was shining in the light of the fire and it looked like a halo. She looked as far from an angel as one could get, though. Her blouse was pulled back and her breasts were exposed, her nipples obviously peaked beneath her bra. Her skirt was pulled up enough to show the tops of her stockings and her thighs were slightly parted, invitingly.
"Come here," she repeated, holding out a hand to him, the smirk getting rather close to looking like a grin now, he thought. Not that he could actually focus that well anymore. "I want to see more of this forceful side you've just decided to show me."
"F-f-forceful?" he stuttered, feeling terrified as he took her hand and she pulled him over her body. He kept his weight held up on his knees as she pulled him down on top of herself. He screwed his eyes up to try to see properly again, but when he opened them everything was still just as fuzzy.
"Mhm," she nodded, then caught him around the back of the neck and kissed him again.
Severus returned the kiss hungrily, moaning softly as her thigh nudged his crotch. He pressed down against her, feeling brave enough to touch her breasts without invitation. She shuddered beneath him as he gently pinched her nipples. How would she respond if he hurt her? He didn't dare to try.
He felt her knee stroke up his hip as she drew one leg up. Was that an invitation? He didn't care. If it wasn't, she could only slap him, and it would probably feel nice.
He lowered one trembling hand to rest it against the outer side of her slender thigh, and when she didn't remove it, he slipped it up under her skirt, his fingertips tracing the top of her stocking, her garters, the tempting few inches of soft bare flesh.
Narcissa wriggled against him, pressing her other leg harder against his crotch and he whimpered and humped against her eagerly. She shifted beneath him, sighing softly against his lips then she sucked hard on his tongue. He kept caressing the softness of her thigh and her hip as his other hand slipped inside her bra again. She felt warm and her breathing was a little more ragged than it had been. He must be doing something right!
As for Severus himself, he felt like he was on fire, and he could hardly breathe at all. His cock was so hard it hurt, and it took all his self-control to stop himself humping so hard against Narcissa that he came. He couldn't think about why she'd want him, but he was here with her! This wasn't a dream! He was doing it, and he was doing it right, and she liked it! He felt as high as the sky for that alone.
He pressed against her and traced his fingers over the bare area of her thigh again, slipping his hand around to the front. It felt so nice, he wasn't even thinking about what he was doing, and soon his hand was right between her legs. He froze as his fingers touched the warm, slightly damp area of her knickers.
"Oh," she pulled back from the kiss with a smile. "So that's what you want, is it?"
"I.. uh... Oh!" He pulled his hand back quickly and sat up, cringing and waiting to be slapped. Why did he try to do that?! He had no right to touch such a beautiful girl like that, it just wasn't right. He wasn't worthy of intimacy with her, or with anyone.
Narcissa untangled herself from around him and stood up, straightening her skirt. "Well, then," she said, taking the lantern from the table. "We can't do that here, can we?"
He shook his head, having no clue what he was answering. Wasn't she leaving? Wasn't she going to hit him and call him names and laugh at him? Apparently not.
She took his hand and pulled him to his feet, and before he could comprehend what was going on, she was leading him quickly out of the common room.
"Where are we going?" he asked, but Narcissa only answered him by turning and putting her finger to her lips to tell him to be quiet.
Severus worried frantically for a second about his abandoned books, what if someone found them?! Then the thought left his head as quickly as it had come. The next thought was - what if they were caught, but all the teachers would be at the party. Filch was another matter though, what if he caught them? That would be too awful for words. If Filch found him like this, sneaking around with a girl, and so very obviously hard, God knows what he'd do to him. But these were mad, thoughts, he told himself. It didn't matter.
He stumbled along after Narcissa, who seemed to be very sure where they were going. He tripped on some steps, everything felt very wobbly beneath his feet and he still couldn't see.
Soon they came to a door, which Narcissa opened and led him inside.
"What are we doing here?" Severus asked, looking around. They were in the Potions classroom, he realised after a few seconds of squinting into the darkness.
Narcissa didn't answer him. She shut the door and put the lantern down on a desk then grabbed Severus and kissed him fiercely, pushing him back on to another desk.
He squeaked as the edge of the desk hit the back of his legs and he scrambled up on to it as Narcissa pushed him to lie back.
She clambered up after him, kneeling astride him. He stared at her breasts and she leaned over him to kiss him. "Don't you want this?" she whispered, leaning back again as she grabbed the waistband of his pyjamas and his underpants and yanked both articles down to his knees.
He closed his eyes tightly and blushed furiously, he wasn't all that well developed yet, not very big, even though he was ragingly hard. He couldn't bear to see her laugh at him.
"Aww, cute," Narcissa murmured, and he felt her fidget a little. Something soft landed to the side of his head, and the next thing he knew she was sitting across his hips. Not only that, but his cock was suddenly encased in the most glorious, moist, warm heat he'd ever felt.
"Oh God!" he cried, opening his eyes quickly and staring up at her. "Narcissa..." He glanced to his side to see that it was her knickers that had landed there. "Oh God... Oh my God... this isn't real!"
"Of course it is," she said with a wicked smile as she rocked on top of him. "Doesn't it feel real to you, Severus?"
He whimpered and closed his eyes tightly as he saw stars. This had to be a dream, and he was no longer convinced that the rest of it hadn't been, or perhaps he'd passed out on the couch, perhaps she'd knocked him out when he'd put his hand up her skirt... But when he opened his eyes again, she was still there, moving slowly up and down on top of him, hair strewn around her face, breasts jiggling, full lips smiling.
He couldn't bear to look, he could hardly see anyway, trying to only made him more dizzy. He could feel the pressure building inside himself, and he wanted it to stop, it couldn't be over this soon, she'd laugh at him! Yet as soon as her fingers found his nipples and pinched, it was all over. He shuddered and cried out and came violently, smacking his head against the desk as his body shook
He felt Narcissa's hands press firmly against his chest as he bucked into her, then the energy sunk back into his body and he was lying there, panting, feeling like he was floating. His head was spinning violently and he felt like he could quite easily be sick now.
"Narcissa," he whispered hoarsely, as he felt her clamber off him to retrieve her underwear. He opened his eyes to see her putting her clothing in order. "I love you," he whispered, not caring about how stupid it sounded. The words were out and he couldn't stop them.
She smiled down at him as she buttoned up her blouse. "We'll try that again when you're a bit older, hm?" she said, and leaned down to softly kiss his lips before she took the lantern and left the classroom.
He lay still, listening to his heart thumping in the darkness. He felt completely sober all of a sudden, and he wiped at the tears that stung in his eyes. That was a rejection, he knew those well enough.
"Where have you been?!" he heard a female voice cry a moment later from outside the door. "We've been looking everywhere for you! ... ... ... Oh, Cissy, you didn't?!" He heard a shriek of girls' laughter, then the sound of giggling disappearing down the corridor away from him. "You didn't...!"
So, it hadn't meant anything to her, it had just been a bit of fun. She probably hadn't even enjoyed it. Like everyone else, she'd only wanted to laugh at him.
Severus pulled his trousers up and wiped his tears from his eyes with a sniffle. This would surely be all round the school by morning, about how pathetic and perverted he was. He probably had a mark on his neck to prove it. He was determined not to cry, he'd be tough this time, but already the tears were flowing freely down his cheeks.
He wiped them away angrily and staggered to his feet. He couldn't stay there, someone was bound to catch him. He had to get back to his room before anyone else came back to the quarters.
He quietly slipped out of the classroom, looking around to make sure no one had seen him, but he seemed to be completely alone. He made his way back to the common room as quickly as he could, and found it was as deserted as when he had left. The wine bottle was still there on the floor, his notebook was still there, and the quill and ink. His wand was poking out from between the cushions of the sofa and he retrieved it.
He gathered up his notebook then knelt down to retrieve the Practise of the Dark Arts book from where he'd shoved it under the sofa. But he couldn't feel it. He had definitely put it there. Curious.
Supposing he must have pushed it further than he'd first thought, Severus stood up again and pushed the sofa back but all that could be seen underneath it was dust and a few sweet wrappers. The book was gone.
He looked quickly to the top of the bookcase where it had been before, but all that was there was an empty space.
He felt his eyes welling up with tears again. Someone had taken it while he'd been gone. There was so much he could have learned from a book like that, and he'd never find another like it here!
He couldn't think about who might have taken it and why, he was far too tired now. He sighed heavily and sniffled, and made his way towards his room. There was nothing to do now but sleep, and dream more stupid, pointless dreams.
Author: KatrinaVT
Date of completion: 29th August 2005.
Genre: Het, first time, PWP
Time: 1974.
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 6197
Pairing(s): Narcissa Black / Severus Snape
Characters: SEVERUS, Narcissa.
Warnings/Spoilers: Underage sex and drinking. Some VERY mild S/M.
Disclaimer: The characters and the place all belong to J.K. Rowling, and I am making no profit from this at all. Sadly.
Summary: Third-year-Snape is seduced.
It was Halloween, and every pupil at Hogwarts was in the Great Hall enjoying a feast of food and merriment. All but one. One quiet third-year boy from the Slytherin house, who had chosen to forgo the fun to finally get some time to himself, to look at things he should not, and could never look at when others were around.
Severus Snape sat on the sofa in front of the fire in his pyjamas with a heavy, leather bound copy of Advanced Potions in his lap. A glass of milk was resting on the wide arm of the sofa next to his elbow, along with a quill and ink, and a notebook which he was turning to scribble hastily in every few moments.
He eagerly flicked the page over to the next chapter. Two hours had passed and he was almost through the book. He had at least another hour to himself before people started coming back, maybe two. It all depended on how long Dumbledore let the party go on (i.e. - it all depended on how tipsy Dumbledore got). Either way, if someone did come back early he still had the option of sneaking the book up to his room, as the boys who shared it with him had told him they'd be staying at the party for as long as they could.
Another half an hour passed without interruption and Severus finally closed the book, lifting his notepad to gaze proudly at his research. That would keep him going for some time, until he found another way to get into the restricted section of the library. He smiled to himself and put his notebook down to take a drink of his milk, pulling a face when he realised it had gone warm in the time it had been sitting there.
He rummaged down the side of the cushion for his wand and waved it over the glass. A stream of cold air came out of it and the glass steamed with condensation. Severus put the wand down and took another sip, satisfied that the milk was ice cold once more.
There was still no sign of anyone coming back, so he got up to return the book to the bookshelf. What could he occupy himself with now? He looked over all the titles on the shelves but there was nothing interesting there. Then something caught his eye. He squinted up at the very top shelf, some eight feet high. There was a large book up there, tucked back against the wall, barely visible. It was bound in black leather and had small red letters on the spine, which were obscured by the thick layer of dust covering it. What was that? Only one way to find out.
He ran back to the sofa to retrieve his wand and aimed it eagerly at the top of the bookcase. "Accio book!" A little too eagerly perhaps, because a second later, the book came flying off the shelf in a flurry of dust and cobwebs, and before he could dodge it, it hit him on the head, knocking him to the floor. "Oww!" He picked himself up, rubbing the sore spot on his head, then picked the book up carefully and returned to the sofa with it.
It was heavy, and had a metal clasp holding it together. A few vain attempts at trying to wriggle the lock told Severus that it wasn't going to open that way. Why keep a book locked up anyway? He turned it on its side and dusted the spine with his fingers so that he could read the title.
"Practice of the Dark Arts," he breathed. "Wow..." The book must have been stuck up there for years! It was no doubt completely forgotten about. Who here would have had such a book? This was surely far beyond anything they were taught in lessons. "How to get in there?" He tugged at the lock again, fingering a small indent on the spine. Perhaps...? He pressed on it.
He gasped as the book gave a little shiver and the lock clicked open slowly. With an excitedly shaking hand Severus opened the heavy cover and read down the index. "History of the Dark Arts... Bestiary...Potions..." Before he could get too contained by that, his eyes roamed to a later chapter and he grinned. "Hexes!"
The door to the common room creaked and he slammed the book shut and shoved it under the sofa, hastily wiping the dust from his hands. He was just sitting there, quite innocently drinking his milk.
Footsteps came down the stairs, but he ignored whoever it was and stared forward into the fire. Maybe they'd go away, or go past him to their room. He could make himself be ignored quite easily, he was used to it. All he had to do was sit still and be quiet and ignore the person in return.
He listened as they walked around the back of his sofa. It was a girl, an older one, judging by the sound of heels on the stone floor and the smell of strong perfume.
Severus gulped. He knew that perfume. And this person he could not ignore. He turned around to see a sixth-year girl with long, sleek blonde hair tied in a plait, a skirt that was slightly too short for regulations, and an untucked shirt with no tie. She was making her way towards the girls' dormitories, when she stopped, as if she was aware of eyes on her.
Severus gasped quietly and quickly sank back into the sofa, hoping to make himself invisible again. It didn't work though. He heard the sound of her high heels coming back towards him across the floor and a moment later she was standing over him, looking down at him as if he was the most curious creature she'd ever seen.
"Hi," he whispered, swallowing hard and blushing furiously, willing himself not to show any evidence of his growing arousal.
It was Narcissa Black - the object of many an inappropriate dream and many an embarrassing bulge in the trousers. She looked at him down her nose in that disapproving way she looked at most people, and it sent strange chills up his spine.
"Hello," she said after some time, in that low, soft voice of hers. "Why aren't you at the party?" She raised an eyebrow and folded her arms across her chest. She seemed annoyed to find him there.
"Oh, I.. um... I.. er.." He looked up at her and swallowed. Thinking of a decent excuse was difficult enough at the best of times, but having that staring down at him made it ten times worse! The act of thinking itself was becoming almost impossible. "I just... didn't f-feel like it," he stuttered with a tense shrug.
"Hm." She regarded him with her large blue eyes for a few more moments, then reached to take his notebook off the arm of the sofa. He'd forgotten about that! She took a few moments flicking through the pages, frowning, then handed it back to him. "This is a bit much for you, isn't it? What are you? Second year?"
"Third year," he told her, snatching the book quickly and subtly holding it across his lap before anything potentially humiliating became apparent to her.
"Hm." Narcissa's eyes followed the book intently and focussed on it with a very neutral expression once it was placed in his lap. "Severus Snape," she read from the label on the cover. The corners of her lips curled into a smile. "Ah, you're that half-blood that knows all the advanced spells."
He blinked up at her, not sure whether she was complimenting him on his knowledge, or whether, like most people, she thought he was weird. 'Half-blood' certainly wasn't a title he liked being used about him in this house, but that was just her way. She was a Black, after all. And a very pretty one, at that.
"I'm Narcissa," she told him.
"I know," he said quickly, cringing as soon as the words were out. That was not the right answer!
Fortunately she didn't comment on it. She was now eyeing his glass of milk. "Bit tame, isn't it?" she said, pointing to the glass. "I've got something better. Wait there." She grinned and winked at him then quickly walked away.
Severus stared after her as she disappeared down the corridor to the girls' dormitories. His heart thundered in his chest. She had winked at him! Why on earth had she winked at him?! People like her were never friendly to him.
He squirmed and reached beneath the notebook to subtly rearrange himself in his underpants. There was no way he was going to let any girl see that! Maybe he should go and get his dressing gown? But she'd probably come back while he was gone and if he wasn't there then she'd leave again. He couldn't mess up any opportunity to talk to her. He'd lusted after her for over two years and she'd never so much as looked at him.
Not that he stood the remotest chance with her. Why would he? She could have anyone she wanted. It was a well known fact that Lucius Malfoy had paid advances to her before he'd left school, and she'd only been fourteen then! He couldn't compete with anyone like that! Lucius Malfoy was tall, and blond and very handsome. He was none of those.
Well, he was getting tall, a bit gangly actually, but he was by no means handsome. He didn't stand a chance with any girl. Not that he wanted just any girl, it might have been a bit easier if he had. He wanted that girl.
A few moments later Narcissa came back. She'd let her hair down and brushed it and it was now lying down her back like pale yellow ribbons. Severus gulped, trying not to stare. She had to be the most beautiful thing in the world. She looked like a mermaid or something, all pale skin and long hair and beguiling eyes. Or a Succubus maybe. He twitched. He shouldn't have let that train of thought go that far.
"There we are!" Narcissa pulled a bottle from behind her back and wriggled the stopper out of it. "Try some of that." She handed it to Severus then sat down next to him. Very close to him.
He gasped and took the bottle, shuffling away from her a little. "What is it?" He sniffed from the bottle. It smelled like cherries.
"Have some," she encouraged, smiling at him.
He couldn't say no to that smile, so he put the bottle to his lips and took a gulp from it. It was wine, he thought, and it was very sweet. "Thank you," he muttered, and handed it back to her. He probably shouldn't have any more. He'd never drunk alcohol before, and he'd undoubtedly get drunk stupidly quickly.
Narcissa's tiny smile got a little broader as she took the bottle back and Severus pulled his hand back with a gasp as her cool fingers brushed against his. He squirmed some more, trying to put a little more distance between himself and her but the arm of the sofa was already sticking uncomfortably in his side. He had nowhere to move to.
"You're in class with my cousin, aren't you?" she said, sitting back comfortably and crossing her long, slim legs as she lifted the bottle to her full lips to drink from it.
"Who? Sirius? Yes, I am," he answered, hoping she didn't ask him for his opinion on her relative. He'd never seen them talking together, but blood was thicker than water. So they said...
"I don't like him very much," Narcissa said, passing the bottle back to him.
"Oh," Severus said, taking the bottle and considering it for a few seconds. He could get in trouble for this... What the hell! He took another large gulp. "Well, I suppose that's something we have in common."
"I mean, a Black in Gryffindor," she continued with a very disapproving sneer. "It's unheard of. And he keeps some very strange company." She lifted an eyebrow and shook her head. Before Severus could question that, she turned back to him. "Why don't you like him?"
"Well..." Now how pathetic could this sound? Better have another drink of wine.
"Tell me," Narcissa smiled at him, resting a hand on his knee. "I'm interested."
Severus flinched and nearly choked. He wasn't used to being touched, let alone by her, let alone like that! "He's picked on me since the first day we started here," he murmured, blushing at sounding so feeble. "He's full of himself, I can't stand him."
"I heard someone cursed him and gave him peacock feathers for a whole week," she smirked.
"Oh, that!" Severus grinned proudly to himself. "I..." Perhaps it was better not to show off. No one but Sirius knew for certain that he had been the one to do it, and he didn't want to get into trouble. "Yes, I heard that too," he decided as an answer, and took another drink to make sure he didn't have to say anymore.
"Whoever it was," Narcissa said, taking the bottle from him, touching his fingers again, "I say good for them. He needs knocking off his high horse." She took a slow swallow of the wine then handed it back to Severus. "I could tell you, of course, that Sirius used to wet the bed when he was a child. Right up until he was about seven, I think. His father belted him for it."
Severus cringed a little and took another large drink of the wine. That was something he couldn't use against anyone, however horrid they were. It was something he knew too much about, and he had the marks to prove it. He was sure Sirius had never been very ill-treated, he was too confident to have been abused.
"Severus?" Narcissa touched his hand.
"Hm?" He flinched and squirmed again, having to reach quickly to keep his notebook across his lap. For once, he wasn't going to be haunted by his father. A much greater emotion was taking him over, and it was much nicer, even if it was embarrassing.
"You OK?" Narcissa smiled sweetly at him, stroking his hair back from his face, looking inquisitively at him. "Where are you?"
"Oh!" he whimpered, lifting the bottle to take another drink before he felt fit to answer. "N-nowhere, I'm right here."
"Glad to hear it," she said softly, shifting closer to him so that he could feel the warmth of her leg against his through the fabric of his pyjamas. "Do you like the wine?"
"Yes," he answered, sounding a little breathless to his own ears. He took another large drink, not thinking about the effect it might have on him. His head felt like it was starting to float a little, and it wasn't a bad feeling at all. "It's very nice... ohh..."
Narcissa was smiling at him in a very predatory way, her painted eyelids lowered. He didn't dare to look but he could feel that the hand on his knee was starting to creep slowly and coldly up his thigh. What in the world was happening?! Had he passed out or something? She'd just been talking to him and now she was doing that! Why? He was far too young and ugly for her. She was just winding him up, picking on the weird kid, just like everyone else.
"Why don't you show me what you're hiding under that book, Severus," she whispered against his ear.
Severus felt his stomach do a violent back flip and he swore his heart stopped for a moment. He nearly dropped the bottle, but Narcissa took it from him and placed it on the floor, never taking her hand from his leg.
"Have you ever kissed a girl, Severus?" she asked him.
He shook his head.
"Would you like to?"
He gulped.
"I'll bet Sirius has kissed lots of girls," she goaded, gently stroking the inside of his thigh, even though he was trying to keep his legs pressed tightly together.
"So what if he has?" Severus gasped. He couldn't care less how many girls Sirius Black had kissed; it made no difference to him.
Narcissa shrugged and leaned closer to him. "I thought you might like to catch up," she whispered, shifting around to turn towards him properly. "You're not shy, are you?"
She was so close that Severus could smell the sweet wine on her warm breath. She was trying to catch his eye, and she was smiling at him. There was something vaguely mocking about the smile, he thought, like if he did try to kiss her she'd slap him.
"Don't be shy, Severus," she whispered. "I'm not going to bite you. It'll be nice, trust me." And with that she pressed her lips against his.
He froze and his breath stuck in his chest. Her lips were warm and soft and faintly sticky with lipstick. She held his chin tightly in her hand as she gently bit his lower lip then she nudged her way between his lips with her tongue.
Severus was dumbstruck. He'd never kissed anyone before, he had no idea what to do. He was frozen with fear, and arousal, and embarrassment and every horrible emotion there was, but no feeling overcame the feeling of uncontainable desire that was welling inside him.
Narcissa's hand reached further up his leg then prised the notebook from the rather tight hold he'd just developed on it. Half a second later the book had hit the floor and her cool hand was between his legs, softly caressing him through his pyjamas.
He squeaked and took a gasp of breath and her tongue invaded his mouth. This was a dream! This had to be a dream, and any moment now he was going to wake up with a mess in his underpants. But never had a dream felt this very real.
He whimpered as Narcissa's tongue caressed his and he wriggled it feebly back against hers. She chuckled softly into the kiss and rubbed harder between his legs, her hand slipping under the waistband of his pyjamas so that just a thin cotton layer of underpants remained between her hand and his achingly hard cock.
He whimpered again, louder this time, and squirmed, not sure whether he wanted more, or whether he wanted to get free and run away. Before he could decide either way, the hand holding his chin took a firm but gentle hold around his neck. Not the back of his neck, no; Narcissa had caught him around the throat, her long nails digging slightly into his skin. The pressure of her fingers against his windpipe made him gasp.
She kept kissing him, urging him to do more with his tongue, and between that and the hand down his trousers and the hand hindering his breathing and the alcohol seeping through his bloodstream, he was soon getting rather light-headed. He could smell Narcissa's perfume and taste her lipstick, he could feel the softness of her breasts against his arm and he wanted to touch her, any part of her, even if it was just her hand, but he was too terrified to move.
"Severus," she whispered as she broke the kiss and released his neck. "Are you going to come out of that corner? I really can't do much to you while you're skulking there." She moved along the sofa to give him more room, smiling in a way that he wasn't sure was kind or cruel.
"W-what? Why...?" he uttered as he wriggled closer to her again, his cock twitching demandingly now she wasn't touching it. His head swam a little more as he moved and he blinked hard to clear his sight. "Narcissa, why...?"
"Shh." She put a finger to his lips then leaned down to retrieve the wine bottle. "Have some more of this, sweetie, it's all right."
He drank eagerly as she put the bottle to his lips. His throat had gone completely dry. No matter how much his head was reeling, he had to drink something.
"There, isn't that better?" Narcissa smiled at him and pulled the bottle back to take a drink herself.
She placed it on the floor again and leaned over Severus, pushing him to half lie back against the sofa arm that he'd just been huddled against. The glass of milk hit the floor. He felt her breasts press against his chest, then her hand caught his chin again, forcing his lips apart and she pressed her lips against his mouth.
He gasped as he felt wine dribble into his mouth and he swallowed it quickly, nearly choking. Oh, that was sinful!
Narcissa sat back again and smirked at him as she pushed her hair behind her ear. "Did you like that?"
Severus nodded dumbly, wiping a bit of wine from his chin.
"Would you like some more?"
"Wine or kiss?" he gasped.
"Either," she laughed softly. "But I meant kissing. And..." her hand slid up his thigh to rest over his cock again "...other things."
He gulped and fidgeted, blushing as he twitched against her palm. "What other things?"
"Lots of things," she whispered. "Shh, don't fret, I'll look after you." She removed her hand and smiled reassuringly at him as he whimpered, then she began to unbutton her blouse.
"Oh my...." Severus stared as her skin was slowly exposed, almost as white as the blouse that concealed it, then her cleavage came into view, and her breasts, encased in a soft white lace bra. He felt like he was about to burst the stitches of his underpants any moment.
Narcissa took his hand and pulled him to sit up properly. "Would you like to touch them?" Before he could answer, she had pressed his hand against one soft, warm breast.
It didn't fit in his hand, but she guided his fingers around it. He touched the bare skin above the bra with his thumb while his fingers felt the harder flesh of her nipple beneath the lace. It was getting harder as he touched it.
"Oh God!" he gasped, wriggling his fingertips beneath the fabric. He wanted to feel more. Was he allowed to?
Narcissa took his other hand and pressed it against her other breast, then released both of his hands as she started to unbutton his pyjama shirt.
Assured that he wasn't going to be slapped now, Severus slipped both hands under her bra and softly squeezed the soft, pliable swell of flesh. He stroked across her nipples with his thumbs, fascinated with how the skin puckered and rose beneath his touch.
"Is that... good?" he dared to ask.
"Oh yeah, that's good," she whispered, her eyes fluttering as she pulled his shirt open. "Having fun?"
He nodded quickly, a silly grin spreading across his face. "Uh-huh." She said he was good!
She smirked at him and kissed him softly on the lips, then her tongue snaked out and slithered over his chin and down his neck. She bit him softly just above the collarbone then attached her lips to the area and starting sucking it hard.
Severus shuddered. It tingled, and hurt a little, but it felt so very nice. Narcissa shifted closer to him, moving one knee either side of his leg. Her thigh pressed between his legs and he couldn't stop himself humping against it.
She chucked softly then released his neck and began kissing and licking slowly down his chest. Her hands stroked gently down his sides, tickling a little, then a shock of pain ran through him as her sharp nails suddenly scratched down either side of his ribcage.
He cried out loudly in pain then moaned at the tingling heat that spread from the scratches to somewhere deep in his belly. He was surprised how much the pain aroused him. He'd learned in his life to ignore pain, but he'd never dreamed he'd ever enjoy it! It was a bit scary, actually.
Narcissa grinned at him again, then her lips found a nipple and she kept looking up at him as her tongue fluttered across it.
Severus shuddered and pressed harder against her thigh, feeling a trail of sticky fluid inside his pants. He cried out again as she suddenly bit the nipple she'd been treating so sweetly, and her hand moved to pinch the other.
Pain flashed through him like white heat and he sobbed softly, his cock seeming to get impossibly harder at the feeling.
"Narcissa..." he whimpered.
"Shh, baby, shh," she whispered, kissing both nipples then pushing his shirt back further to lick down the scratches she had made. "You OK?" she asked him as she moved up to kiss him again.
"Mhm," he whimpered breathlessly, closing his eyes as he returned the kiss nervously and accepted her tongue in his mouth.
He lifted a hand blindly and ran his fingers through her hair. It felt like silk between his fingers, cool and fine and soft. Then he placed both hands either side of her waist to hold her as he dared to practise kissing her back. He felt her smile as his tongue entered her mouth, but she didn't stop him straight away.
She did pull away though, after a few moments, and shifted back from him to lean against the arm of the sofa behind her. "Come here, Severus," she said in a voice that made his cock jump.
He stared at her. Her hair was shining in the light of the fire and it looked like a halo. She looked as far from an angel as one could get, though. Her blouse was pulled back and her breasts were exposed, her nipples obviously peaked beneath her bra. Her skirt was pulled up enough to show the tops of her stockings and her thighs were slightly parted, invitingly.
"Come here," she repeated, holding out a hand to him, the smirk getting rather close to looking like a grin now, he thought. Not that he could actually focus that well anymore. "I want to see more of this forceful side you've just decided to show me."
"F-f-forceful?" he stuttered, feeling terrified as he took her hand and she pulled him over her body. He kept his weight held up on his knees as she pulled him down on top of herself. He screwed his eyes up to try to see properly again, but when he opened them everything was still just as fuzzy.
"Mhm," she nodded, then caught him around the back of the neck and kissed him again.
Severus returned the kiss hungrily, moaning softly as her thigh nudged his crotch. He pressed down against her, feeling brave enough to touch her breasts without invitation. She shuddered beneath him as he gently pinched her nipples. How would she respond if he hurt her? He didn't dare to try.
He felt her knee stroke up his hip as she drew one leg up. Was that an invitation? He didn't care. If it wasn't, she could only slap him, and it would probably feel nice.
He lowered one trembling hand to rest it against the outer side of her slender thigh, and when she didn't remove it, he slipped it up under her skirt, his fingertips tracing the top of her stocking, her garters, the tempting few inches of soft bare flesh.
Narcissa wriggled against him, pressing her other leg harder against his crotch and he whimpered and humped against her eagerly. She shifted beneath him, sighing softly against his lips then she sucked hard on his tongue. He kept caressing the softness of her thigh and her hip as his other hand slipped inside her bra again. She felt warm and her breathing was a little more ragged than it had been. He must be doing something right!
As for Severus himself, he felt like he was on fire, and he could hardly breathe at all. His cock was so hard it hurt, and it took all his self-control to stop himself humping so hard against Narcissa that he came. He couldn't think about why she'd want him, but he was here with her! This wasn't a dream! He was doing it, and he was doing it right, and she liked it! He felt as high as the sky for that alone.
He pressed against her and traced his fingers over the bare area of her thigh again, slipping his hand around to the front. It felt so nice, he wasn't even thinking about what he was doing, and soon his hand was right between her legs. He froze as his fingers touched the warm, slightly damp area of her knickers.
"Oh," she pulled back from the kiss with a smile. "So that's what you want, is it?"
"I.. uh... Oh!" He pulled his hand back quickly and sat up, cringing and waiting to be slapped. Why did he try to do that?! He had no right to touch such a beautiful girl like that, it just wasn't right. He wasn't worthy of intimacy with her, or with anyone.
Narcissa untangled herself from around him and stood up, straightening her skirt. "Well, then," she said, taking the lantern from the table. "We can't do that here, can we?"
He shook his head, having no clue what he was answering. Wasn't she leaving? Wasn't she going to hit him and call him names and laugh at him? Apparently not.
She took his hand and pulled him to his feet, and before he could comprehend what was going on, she was leading him quickly out of the common room.
"Where are we going?" he asked, but Narcissa only answered him by turning and putting her finger to her lips to tell him to be quiet.
Severus worried frantically for a second about his abandoned books, what if someone found them?! Then the thought left his head as quickly as it had come. The next thought was - what if they were caught, but all the teachers would be at the party. Filch was another matter though, what if he caught them? That would be too awful for words. If Filch found him like this, sneaking around with a girl, and so very obviously hard, God knows what he'd do to him. But these were mad, thoughts, he told himself. It didn't matter.
He stumbled along after Narcissa, who seemed to be very sure where they were going. He tripped on some steps, everything felt very wobbly beneath his feet and he still couldn't see.
Soon they came to a door, which Narcissa opened and led him inside.
"What are we doing here?" Severus asked, looking around. They were in the Potions classroom, he realised after a few seconds of squinting into the darkness.
Narcissa didn't answer him. She shut the door and put the lantern down on a desk then grabbed Severus and kissed him fiercely, pushing him back on to another desk.
He squeaked as the edge of the desk hit the back of his legs and he scrambled up on to it as Narcissa pushed him to lie back.
She clambered up after him, kneeling astride him. He stared at her breasts and she leaned over him to kiss him. "Don't you want this?" she whispered, leaning back again as she grabbed the waistband of his pyjamas and his underpants and yanked both articles down to his knees.
He closed his eyes tightly and blushed furiously, he wasn't all that well developed yet, not very big, even though he was ragingly hard. He couldn't bear to see her laugh at him.
"Aww, cute," Narcissa murmured, and he felt her fidget a little. Something soft landed to the side of his head, and the next thing he knew she was sitting across his hips. Not only that, but his cock was suddenly encased in the most glorious, moist, warm heat he'd ever felt.
"Oh God!" he cried, opening his eyes quickly and staring up at her. "Narcissa..." He glanced to his side to see that it was her knickers that had landed there. "Oh God... Oh my God... this isn't real!"
"Of course it is," she said with a wicked smile as she rocked on top of him. "Doesn't it feel real to you, Severus?"
He whimpered and closed his eyes tightly as he saw stars. This had to be a dream, and he was no longer convinced that the rest of it hadn't been, or perhaps he'd passed out on the couch, perhaps she'd knocked him out when he'd put his hand up her skirt... But when he opened his eyes again, she was still there, moving slowly up and down on top of him, hair strewn around her face, breasts jiggling, full lips smiling.
He couldn't bear to look, he could hardly see anyway, trying to only made him more dizzy. He could feel the pressure building inside himself, and he wanted it to stop, it couldn't be over this soon, she'd laugh at him! Yet as soon as her fingers found his nipples and pinched, it was all over. He shuddered and cried out and came violently, smacking his head against the desk as his body shook
He felt Narcissa's hands press firmly against his chest as he bucked into her, then the energy sunk back into his body and he was lying there, panting, feeling like he was floating. His head was spinning violently and he felt like he could quite easily be sick now.
"Narcissa," he whispered hoarsely, as he felt her clamber off him to retrieve her underwear. He opened his eyes to see her putting her clothing in order. "I love you," he whispered, not caring about how stupid it sounded. The words were out and he couldn't stop them.
She smiled down at him as she buttoned up her blouse. "We'll try that again when you're a bit older, hm?" she said, and leaned down to softly kiss his lips before she took the lantern and left the classroom.
He lay still, listening to his heart thumping in the darkness. He felt completely sober all of a sudden, and he wiped at the tears that stung in his eyes. That was a rejection, he knew those well enough.
"Where have you been?!" he heard a female voice cry a moment later from outside the door. "We've been looking everywhere for you! ... ... ... Oh, Cissy, you didn't?!" He heard a shriek of girls' laughter, then the sound of giggling disappearing down the corridor away from him. "You didn't...!"
So, it hadn't meant anything to her, it had just been a bit of fun. She probably hadn't even enjoyed it. Like everyone else, she'd only wanted to laugh at him.
Severus pulled his trousers up and wiped his tears from his eyes with a sniffle. This would surely be all round the school by morning, about how pathetic and perverted he was. He probably had a mark on his neck to prove it. He was determined not to cry, he'd be tough this time, but already the tears were flowing freely down his cheeks.
He wiped them away angrily and staggered to his feet. He couldn't stay there, someone was bound to catch him. He had to get back to his room before anyone else came back to the quarters.
He quietly slipped out of the classroom, looking around to make sure no one had seen him, but he seemed to be completely alone. He made his way back to the common room as quickly as he could, and found it was as deserted as when he had left. The wine bottle was still there on the floor, his notebook was still there, and the quill and ink. His wand was poking out from between the cushions of the sofa and he retrieved it.
He gathered up his notebook then knelt down to retrieve the Practise of the Dark Arts book from where he'd shoved it under the sofa. But he couldn't feel it. He had definitely put it there. Curious.
Supposing he must have pushed it further than he'd first thought, Severus stood up again and pushed the sofa back but all that could be seen underneath it was dust and a few sweet wrappers. The book was gone.
He looked quickly to the top of the bookcase where it had been before, but all that was there was an empty space.
He felt his eyes welling up with tears again. Someone had taken it while he'd been gone. There was so much he could have learned from a book like that, and he'd never find another like it here!
He couldn't think about who might have taken it and why, he was far too tired now. He sighed heavily and sniffled, and made his way towards his room. There was nothing to do now but sleep, and dream more stupid, pointless dreams.