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The corridors of Hogwarts were shrouded in shadow, the only light spilling from the flickering torches that lined the ancient stone walls. Severus Snape strode through them with his usual predatory grace, his black robes billowing like wings of night. The Death Eater meeting had left him frayed at the edges—Voldemort's demands echoing in his mind, the weight of his double life pressing harder than ever. But it was the sight of a familiar figure darting through the halls post-curfew that ignited his fury.
Harriet Potter. That reckless, green-eyed witch who had wormed her way into his guarded heart. He loved her—Merlin help him, he did—but every stolen glance, every forbidden thought, was a noose tightening around them both. She was the key to everything, and she acted like she had nine lives to spare.
'Potter!' His voice sliced through the silence like a curse, low and venomous. He seized her arm before she could bolt, his fingers digging into her sleeve with bruising force. 'What in Salazar's name are you doing out here?'
Harriet spun, her heart slamming against her ribs. Snape's face was a storm—pale skin taut over sharp bones, black eyes blazing with a mix of rage and something deeper, something that mirrored the ache in her chest. She loved him, had for longer than she cared to admit, and seeing him like this, raw and undone, only fueled the fire.
'I couldn't sleep,' she whispered, but it came out defiant, her chin lifting. 'Not with you out there, risking everything.'
He dragged her into the nearest empty classroom, the door slamming shut behind them with a thud that echoed like a heartbeat. Dust motes danced in the moonlight filtering through grimy windows, illuminating rows of abandoned desks and forgotten potions equipment. Snape released her arm only to round on her, his breath harsh.
'Reckless fool!' he snarled, pacing like a caged beast. 'Do you have any idea what could happen? If you're caught— if they find out—' His voice cracked, the scream building. 'You're going to get yourself killed, Potter! And me along with you!'
Harriet's pulse thundered in her ears. She couldn't bear it—the fear in his eyes, the way he tried to push her away to protect them both. Before he could unleash another tirade, she surged forward, grabbing his robes and crashing her lips against his.
Snape froze, his body rigid as stone. For a heartbeat, she thought he'd shove her away, end it with a cutting word. But then something snapped. His control shattered like fragile glass, and he kissed her back with a ferocity that stole her breath. His mouth devoured hers, teeth nipping at her lower lip, tongue thrusting deep in a brutal claim. Harriet moaned into him, her hands fisting in his hair, pulling him closer as the kiss turned wild—messy, desperate, all teeth and heat and the taste of forbidden longing.
A growl rumbled from his chest, vibrating against her. Snape's hands clamped onto her hips, yanking her flush against him. She felt the hard length of his cock straining through his trousers, pressing insistently against her belly, and it sent a jolt of liquid fire straight to her core. Her pussy clenched, already slick with need.
Without breaking the kiss, he hoisted her up, his strong arms lifting her effortlessly. Harriet gasped as her arse hit the edge of a sturdy desk, the wood cool against her skin even through her skirt. Papers scattered to the floor, forgotten. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles behind his back, drawing him between her thighs. The position ground his erection right against her aching center, and she rocked against it, friction sparking stars behind her eyelids.
'Severus,' she breathed against his lips, her voice husky, pleading. Her fingers clawed at his shoulders, nails digging in as she nipped at his jaw.
He pulled back just enough to glare at her, his breath ragged, lips swollen and glistening. 'This is madness,' he muttered, but his hands betrayed him—sliding up her thighs, bunching her skirt higher, exposing the soft skin beneath. His thumbs brushed the edge of her knickers, teasing the damp fabric.
'Then make it worth the risk,' Harriet challenged, her legs tightening around him, urging him closer.
Snape's restraint crumbled further. He tore at her blouse, buttons popping free to reveal the lace of her bra and the pale swell of her breasts. His mouth descended, sucking hard on the curve of her neck, then lower, latching onto a nipple through the thin material. Harriet arched, a cry escaping as he bit down just enough to sting, his tongue swirling to soothe the ache.
One hand shoved her knickers aside, fingers delving into her wetness without preamble. He groaned against her skin as he found her soaked, two digits plunging deep into her pussy, curling to stroke that spot that made her vision blur. 'So wet for me,' he rasped, pumping in and out, his thumb circling her clit with ruthless precision. 'Always so eager to tempt fate.'
Harriet bucked against his hand, her hips grinding shamelessly. Pleasure coiled tight in her belly, building with every thrust of his fingers. She reached down, fumbling with his belt, desperate to feel him— all of him. The leather gave way, and she freed his cock, thick and veined, throbbing in her palm. It was hot, velvet over steel, pre-cum beading at the tip.
Snape hissed as she stroked him, his free hand pinning her wrist to the desk. 'Not yet,' he warned, voice gravelly. But his eyes darkened with hunger, and he withdrew his fingers, slick with her arousal, to guide his cock to her entrance.
He thrust in with one savage motion, burying himself to the hilt. Harriet's head fell back, a sharp moan tearing from her throat as he stretched her, filled her completely. He was huge, every inch claiming her, and she clenched around him, legs squeezing his waist to take him deeper.
For a moment, they stilled, breaths mingling, the air thick with the scent of sex and old books. Then Snape moved—pulling out almost entirely before slamming back in, setting a punishing rhythm. The desk creaked under them, rocking with each powerful drive. Harriet met him thrust for thrust, her nails raking down his back, leaving red trails on his skin.
'Harder,' she demanded, nipping at his ear. 'Fuck me like you mean it.'
He obliged, his pace turning feral. One hand gripped her thigh, spreading her wider, while the other tangled in her hair, yanking her head back to expose her throat. He bit down there, sucking a mark that would bruise come morning—a brand of possession. His cock pistoned into her, hitting deep, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing in the empty room.
Harriet's climax built like a storm, her body trembling. She unwrapped her legs just enough to hook one foot on the desk's edge, angling him to grind against her clit with every plunge. The pressure was exquisite, pushing her closer to the edge.
'Severus—I'm—' Her words dissolved into a keening wail as she came, her pussy spasming around him, milking his length. Waves of ecstasy crashed over her, leaving her boneless and gasping.
Snape followed seconds later, his thrusts erratic as he buried his face in her neck. With a guttural curse, he spilled inside her, hot spurts of cum flooding her depths. He shuddered, holding her tight as if afraid she'd vanish.
They stayed like that, locked together, breaths slowing in the aftermath. The danger lingered, a shadow in the room, but for now, in this stolen moment, it was just them—wild, unbroken, and utterly alive.
Snape eased Harriet down from the desk, his cock slipping free with a wet sound that made her thighs quiver. He straightened his robes with trembling hands, his black eyes scanning her disheveled form—blouse torn open, skirt hiked up, lips bruised from their frenzy. Cum trickled down her inner thigh, a sticky reminder of their recklessness. He wanted to wipe it away, to clean her up and shield her from the world, but time pressed like a vice.
'We can't stay here,' he murmured, voice rough, laced with regret. He summoned her wand with a flick—Accio—and handed it to her, avoiding her gaze. 'Go. Now.'
Harriet nodded, smoothing her skirt as best she could, her body still humming from the aftershocks. She leaned in for one last kiss, soft and lingering, but he pulled back gently, his fingers brushing her cheek. 'Gryffindor Tower. Straight there. No detours.'
The walk back was tense, his arm around her waist under the guise of escorting a wayward student. Shadows hid their secret, but every creak of the castle seemed to whisper accusations. At the Fat Lady's portrait, he released her, his touch ghosting over her hip. 'Be careful, Harriet,' he said, the words heavy with unspoken love. The portrait swung open, and she slipped inside, glancing back to see him vanish into the gloom.
The next day, Potions class dragged like a hex. Harriet sat at her workbench, stirring her cauldron with mechanical precision, but her mind replayed the night—the stretch of him inside her, the raw possession in his thrusts. Snape prowled the dungeon, his voice a silken whip as he critiqued brews, but his eyes lingered on her longer than they should. When the bell tolled, students filed out, chattering about lunch, leaving the room echoing empty.
She lingered, packing her bag slowly, heart pounding. Snape noticed, of course—his gaze sharpening as the door clicked shut behind the last Gryffindor. 'Potter,' he drawled, leaning against his desk, arms crossed. 'Detention for sloppy work.'
Harriet's pulse raced. She approached, the air thick with potion fumes and tension. 'Yes, Professor?' Her voice was steady, but her eyes dropped to the front of his trousers, where a familiar bulge stirred.
He unfastened his robes with deliberate slowness, freeing his cock—already half-hard, thick and veined, the tip glistening. 'On your knees,' he commanded, low and urgent, glancing at the door.
She dropped without hesitation, the stone floor biting into her knees through her stockings. Her hands wrapped around his shaft, stroking firmly as she leaned in, tongue flicking out to lap at the pre-cum beading there. Salty, musky—him. She took him into her mouth, lips stretching around his girth, sucking deep until he hit the back of her throat.
Snape's hand tangled in her hair, guiding her rhythm. 'That's it,' he hissed, hips bucking slightly. She hollowed her cheeks, bobbing her head, tongue swirling along the underside. Wet slurps filled the room as she worked him, one hand cupping his balls, rolling them gently. He grew harder, throbbing against her palate, and she hummed around him, the vibration drawing a stifled groan from his lips.
'Fuck, your mouth...' He thrust shallowly, fucking her face with controlled snaps. Saliva dripped down her chin, mixing with his arousal. She gagged softly when he pushed deeper, but relaxed, taking it all, eyes watering as she gazed up at him—his face twisted in pleasure, control fraying.
His grip tightened, pace quickening. 'Swallow it,' he ordered, voice breaking. Hot jets of cum flooded her mouth, thick and bitter. She gulped it down, milking him with her throat until he shuddered, spent. He pulled out, wiping the tip on her lips, then helped her up, thumb brushing away a stray drop.
'Go,' he said softly, tucking himself away. 'Before someone notices.' Harriet licked her lips, tasting him still, and slipped out, the secret burning bright in her chest.
Two days later, the castle buzzed with weekend energy—students laughing in the halls, footsteps echoing as they headed to Hogsmeade or the grounds. Harriet slipped from the common room for a 'walk,' her body aching for him again, the memory of his cock in her mouth a constant throb between her legs.
Snape found her near the Astronomy Tower, his shadow falling over her like a spell. 'Out again?' he growled, seizing her wrist. 'You test me, Potter.' But his eyes blazed with the same hunger, pulling her into a narrow broom closet off the corridor. Brooms and buckets cluttered the space, the door barely latching behind them.
Outside, voices drifted—first-years giggling, older students debating Quidditch. The risk heightened everything, adrenaline sharpening her senses. Snape pressed her against the wall, mouth crashing onto hers in a bruising kiss. His hands yanked up her skirt, fingers ripping her knickers down to her ankles.
'Quiet,' he warned, even as he freed his cock, hard and insistent. Harriet nodded, biting her lip as he lifted one of her legs, hooking it over his hip. He thrust into her pussy in one deep stroke, filling her slick heat. She clamped a hand over her mouth to stifle her moan, the stretch exquisite, her walls fluttering around him.
He fucked her hard, hips snapping with restrained force, the closet's confines making every movement intimate and frantic. Her back scraped the rough stone, but she pushed back, meeting his drives, her free hand clutching his shoulder. The wet sounds of their joining were muffled, but the slap of his balls against her ass betrayed them if anyone listened too closely.
Students passed outside—a group of Ravenclaws chattering about charms, their footsteps pausing nearby. Harriet's heart hammered, fear twisting with arousal, her pussy clenching tighter around his pistoning length. Snape's hand covered hers on her mouth, his other gripping her thigh, spreading her wider. He ground deep, circling his hips to rub her clit, drawing silent gasps from her.
The voices faded, but the thrill lingered. He pounded faster, breath hot on her neck. 'Come for me,' he whispered, teeth grazing her earlobe. She shattered, orgasm ripping through her in waves, soaking his cock as she trembled. He followed, burying deep and pumping cum into her, a low grunt escaping despite his control.
They stilled, panting, listening to the corridor empty. He slipped out, cum leaking from her as he helped her right her clothes. 'This ends us both,' he murmured, but his kiss said otherwise—fierce, promising more stolen moments in the shadows.
The days blurred into a haze of stolen glances and simmering need. Potions class became Harriet's favorite torment—watching Snape's long fingers grip his wand, imagining them inside her, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers straight to her core. She craved him like a potion gone wrong, addictive and dangerous.
That afternoon, the dungeon air hung heavy with the scent of simmering draughts. Students packed up their vials and cauldrons, oblivious to the electric pull between teacher and pupil. As the last Hufflepuff shuffled out, Harriet remained seated, her heart thudding against her ribs. She waited until the door sealed with a soft click, then rose, her chair scraping the stone floor.
Snape turned from his desk, eyebrow arched in that familiar mix of suspicion and desire. 'Potter. Again?' His tone was sharp, but his eyes darkened as she approached, hips swaying with intent.
Without a word, she hoisted herself onto his massive oak desk, the wood cool against her thighs. Books and parchments scattered to the floor with a thud. She leaned back on her elbows, skirt riding up as she parted her legs wide, knees bending to hook over the edges. Her fingers tugged her knickers aside, exposing her bare pussy—pink folds already slick, clit swollen from the mere thought of him.
Snape's breath hitched, his gaze locking on the sight. His cock strained against his trousers, visible even from across the room. 'Merlin,' he muttered, striding forward, hands gripping her thighs to spread her further. 'You tempt fate itself.'
He dropped to his knees between her legs, but she shook her head, reaching for his belt. 'Fuck me now,' she whispered, voice husky. Her fingers worked his fastenings open, freeing his thick cock—it sprang out, rigid and leaking pre-cum from the slit.
Snape rose, shoving her skirt higher, positioning himself at her entrance. He rubbed the head along her slit, coating himself in her wetness, then thrust in deep—stretching her walls with one forceful push. Harriet gasped, arching off the desk as he filled her completely, his balls pressing against her ass.
He started moving, hips snapping forward in steady, powerful strokes. The desk creaked under them, vials rattling on nearby shelves. 'I'm addicted to this sweet pussy,' he growled, voice rough with need, leaning over her to capture her mouth in a fierce kiss. His tongue plunged in time with his cock, claiming her from both ends.
Harriet moaned into him, legs wrapping around his waist to pull him deeper. Her pussy clenched around his length, juices coating him with each withdrawal and slam. He broke the kiss to bite her neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark, then trailed his lips down to her breasts, yanking open her blouse to expose them. He latched onto a nipple, sucking and nipping while his thrusts grew harder, faster.
'So tight... so wet for me,' he panted against her skin, one hand sliding between them to rub her clit in firm circles. The pressure built, her body coiling tight. She dug her nails into his shoulders, urging him on, the risk of the unlocked door only fueling the fire.
He pounded into her relentlessly, the wet slap of their bodies echoing off the dungeon walls. 'Come on my cock,' he demanded, grinding deep, his thumb pressing her clit. Harriet shattered, pussy spasming around him, soaking his shaft as waves of pleasure crashed through her. She cried out, muffled against his neck.
Snape followed seconds later, burying himself to the hilt and spilling inside her—hot spurts of cum flooding her depths. He groaned, hips jerking as he emptied himself, then collapsed forward, bracing on his forearms to avoid crushing her.
They stayed like that, breaths mingling, until reality seeped back in. He pulled out slowly, watching his cum drip from her pussy onto the desk. With a flick of his wand, he cleaned them both, straightening her clothes with gentle hands. 'This madness will destroy us,' he said softly, but his eyes promised it wouldn't stop.
Harriet slid down, stealing a quick kiss before slipping out, her body humming with satisfaction—and the ache for more.