Chapter 9 3/4... Or, Meanwhile, Back at the Castle

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So, I had this wonderful set up for Azalea and Issobell, and I just couldn't ignore that, so here's how their homework went. *wink*

Title: The Mary Sue Virus
Chapter Title: Chapter 9 3/4... or, Meanwhile, Back at the Castle
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: 18+
Warnings: Graphic Sexual situations, Oral, Angst
Disclaimer: The recognizable characters in this work of fiction and the world it is set in are the property of J.K Rowling and Warner Bros. Pictures. The original characters are the property of Dazzledfirestar, Nanaea, Madapple and Polywolly, and are not to be used without the permission of those individuals. I am not making any money from this and it is purely a flight of fancy for the purpose of entertainment only.

 

 

 

Azalea leaned over yet another text book. She hadn’t just been making up excuses when Hyacinth asked her why she wasn’t going into Hogsmeade. She really did have to get some work done. She rubbed her eyes and looked around the library. She seemed to be the only one there. Not surprising really, as it was such a beautiful day out. Any students that couldn’t go to Hogsmeade were no doubt outside enjoying themselves. She sighed heavily. She hadn’t even seen Madam Pince in ages. Reluctantly, she picked up one of the books on the table and carried it back to the shelf. As she set the heavy book back in its place she felt two strong hands run down her arms and two lips suck gently on her neck. “What are you doing?” She turned around and kissed Oliver quickly. “Someone could see.”

 

He smiled as she turned around to look for another book. “No one’s here.” He directed her gaze out the window. “Everyone is outside, or in Hogsmeade.”

 

She looked back at him, obviously not convinced. “But, Madam Pince…”

 

He shook his head. “She’s taking a break.” Azalea noticed a mischievous glint in his eyes. “I told her I’d watch over things here.” He pulled her closer and began nibbling on her neck again. She sighed and leaned into him. “Remember what you told me in Paris?”

 

She pulled back and their eyes locked. The faint flush on her cheeks deepened and she bit back a smile. “I told you a lot of things in Paris.” She said softly. She turned back toward the window, trying to clear her head for a moment.

 

She felt him come up behind her, one hand resting on her hip, the other creeping slowly up her leg. She gasped as his fingers pressed against her sex through her panties. “You know what I’m talking about.” He breathed in her ear, and she could practically hear him smirk. “Otherwise you wouldn’t be so…” he laughed softly and pulled his fingers away, “Interested.” She bit down a little harder on her lip. The last week had been mind-blowing, but there was always this struggle for power. Gryffindor vs. Slytherin. What he was asking for now was a completely surrender, and she knew it. After all, it was her fantasy he was talking about. He nibbled at her neck, his hand creeping up to its previous position. “Well?” She nodded, not trusting her own voice. He turned her face to his; locking eyes with her for a moment, before letting a smile creep across his face again. He kissed her nose, and in spite of herself, she giggled. “That’s my girl.” She turned back to the window. His grip on her hip tightened and he pushed her roughly against the cool stone wall. She heard him mutter a charm of some kind and suddenly felt a cold rush of air blow up her skirt. She smiled, slightly surprised. He had vanished her panties. He kissed the back of neck, then without warning, bit down on the sensitive flesh. She gasped, barely able to keep herself from crying out. “Shh.” He growled in her ear. “You’re in a library. No noise.” He licked the spot on her neck that he had bitten, and drove himself into her. She bit back a scream and reached back, trying to run her hands through his hair. His reaction was swift. He grabbed both her wrists and held them over her head as he began pounding into her. She gasped as every thrust hit exactly the spot it needed to. Her breath came faster and faster as her orgasm overtook her. She barely managed to keep from screaming his name. His climax followed hers quickly. He pulled her close and kissed her neck softly when they had both caught their breath again. “Well?”

 

She turned around and smiled. “Better than I ever imagined.”

 

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Issobell knocked tentatively at the Potions Masters office door. “Professor?” She heard a grunt that sounded vaguely like an invitation to enter the room, and pushed the door open. There he was, sitting at his desk; looking seriously unimpressed with whatever papers he was marking.

 

“Is there something you need, Miss Widdershins?” He didn’t even look up.

 

She turned and closed the door behind her. “Actually, Professor, I was going to ask if there is anything you need.”

 

This caught his attention, and he lifted his gaze from the stack of papers. A smirk crossed his face and he leaned back slightly in his seat. “Did you have something in mind?” She moved quickly around the desk and dropped to her knees in front of him. He leaned back further, giving her easier access to him as she reached up for the fly on his trousers. She reached her goal quickly, noticing that he was already becoming hard at the thought of what she was about to do to him. She smiled slyly as she dragged her tongue along his stiffening length. He moaned as she swirled her tongue around his head and sucked as much of his length as she could manage into her mouth. She slowly worked her way along his shaft, getting more and more moans as a reward. Suddenly he grabbed her shoulders, and pulled her to her feet. He drew her down into a scintillating kiss, dragging her down into his lap. His long fingers gripped her underwear, pulling it from her body with a satisfying ripping sound. He lifted her again, lowering her onto his waiting erection. She cried out as he bucked his hips against her, driving his entire length into her in one skillful movement.

 

“Professor!” She cried out as he drove relentlessly into her. She rocked her hips in time with his thrusts. Before she even had time to register what was happening, her body shook with a mind blowing orgasm. Her professor however seemed in no hurry to end this encounter and he continued to fuck her with fervor. She rode wave after wave of pleasure until finally she felt his rhythm grow slightly erratic. His grip on her hips tightened and he growled as he reached his climax. Issobell quickly got up and grabbed her wand, cleaning the area, and both of them, then reached for her underwear.

 

Snape was quicker than her though. “I think I’ll hang onto these, Miss Widdershins.” She blushed furiously as he slipped the tiny piece of silk into his pocket and did up his fly. She knew better than to argue with him and simply nodded. He turned back to the papers he was marking. “Was there anything else?”

 

She smiled again, knowing she’d pleased him with her surprise visit. “No, sir. Nothing else. Have a good afternoon.” She slipped from his office and headed back to the dorms.

Comments

[nanaeanaven]

Need. Cold. Shower.

I love this chapter. I've said it before and I'll say it again - pure brilliance! Two lemons!! What more can you ask for? (How about four? ~_^)

One typo:
"He leaned back further, giving her easier access to him and she reach up for the fly on his trousers."

...as she reached for the fly...?

[dazzledfirestar.livejournal.com]

I love this chapter too... hmm... I need to start spending more time in libraries...

Typos fixed. Thanks as always!