Teacher's Pet | Severus Snape

Chapter 20 - Out Of Sight

Isn't it funny, with someone as statuesque as Snape, you notice every small detail out of the ordinary, such as something as natural as him scratching his forearm.
    "Is everything alright with your arm?", I asked as I closed the office door behind me. He leaned at his table and looked at me coldly.
    "Yes", was all he gave me.
        Even for Snape, that was a short-handed answer. Something felt odd and I got insecure.
    "...Is everything alright with us?", I continued.
    "Certainly."
        A frozen lake was a spa compared to his tone.

    A flash of memory of his eyes upon me filled with envy, as Malfoy had touched me, went through my mind. Could it be?
    "Professor, I am most certain I do not have to tell you, that what Malfoy did or tried, was nothing I agreed on to or wanted."
    "I know."
    His eyes were fixed upon mine. I could not read them, but I decided to dare to get closer to him, as he was still leaning towards his desk. He watched me as I softly laid my hands on his chest.
    "There is absolutely no need for you, to be jealous of him."
    Snape burst out in mocking laughter.

    "Jealous? Of a little, self-absorbed boy? Do not fool yourself!"
    "Then why are you acting so distant right now?", I glared at him, feeling fury rising within me.
         He remained silent.
    "Looks a damned lot like jealousy to me!", I hissed at him.

    There was anger in his eyes. He grabbed me by my shoulders and pushed me away from him. Although he did it gently, I felt rejected and hurt. He exhaled and a little bit of tension left his body. He walked around his desk and sat into his chair. With one hand he scratched the bridge of his nose. He looked distressed, his eyes lowered, avoiding mine.
    "I am not jealous of the Malfoy boy", he clarified, "for I know, you have no interest in kids like him."
        My anger eased and I walked around the desk and stood in front of him. He still shielded his eyes from mine, by blocking them with the hand that was massaging his nose bridge.

    "But still, that scene today in class, it bothered me."
   I didn't understand. If it wasn't Malfoy, he was jealous of, what was it then? With his free hand, he grabbed mine and pulled me closer.
    "I am a very protective man", he admitted, and his eyes met mine. "I guard what belongs to me."
    His grip around my hand tightened to the point shortly before it would hurt.
    "But if it comes to you; my hands are tied, for I am not allowed to demonstrate once and for all that you are mine. I am doomed to watch, while others try openly to seduce you – even if their attempts are bizarre at best. I am not allowed to rip off their heads, instead I must keep on lecturing them, acting as if it was only a minor inconvenience to me", his eyes went dark and I felt, I would lose him to his dark and closed nature.

   I thought about how I would feel, if I would see another teacher approaching him during dinner time, or some of the villagers while he was on a trip to Hogsmeade, restocking his herb collection. For trips like this he would often bring a student along to help him carrying the goods. I pictured me, standing next to him, while some well-busted village beauty was trying to siren him. The mere thought of it let jealousy boil up in me. I would rip her apart. He belonged to me. I wasn't done with him yet.

   I did not say a word. I simply crawled onto his lap, looking into his eyes, that were still dark and unfocused, indicating he was still drifting away into the abyss of his locked-up mind. I lifted my hand, which he still held with a mighty grip towards my head and softly kissed his hand that by now had left its marks into my hand. Feeling my lips upon his fingers, he snapped back from his gloomy thoughts and gazed into my eyes. He let go of my hand, and I swung my arms around his shoulders and started playfully fiddle with his hair, as I had grown to love to do so much. He grabbed my ass and pulled me closer onto his lap. I kissed the tip of his nose and softly smiled at him. A gentle smile hushed over his lips before we started making out.

Suddenly, there was a knock on his office door, and we froze mid-kissing.
   "Severus", Dumbledore's voice came from behind the door. "May I have a word with you?"
   "Fuck!", I cursed silently, our lips still connected to each other.
   Snape put his finger on my mouth, signaling me to shut it and then he pushed me underneath his desk between his legs. Luckily, he had one of those old panel desks. I was trapped down there, but at least I also was invisible.

   "Come in", he answered the door and quickly unlocked it waving his wand.
   "Evening, Severus", Dumbledore greeted him in a cheerful manner.
   "Good Evening, Dumbledore", Snape replied dryly.
   "I sure hope I wasn't interrupting your evening – studies", Dumbledore whistled.
   "Not at all. I was... grading some homework."
       Good thing there actually was a pile of parchment-rolls lying on his desk.

   "Ah, I see. Don't be too harsh with our students, Severus", Dumbledore winked. "They are still young and can learn. Especially from a skilled teacher as you are."
Dumbledore grinned over his half-moon glasses.
   Snape gave one of his thin fake smiles and said: "Obviously."
   I tried not to chuckle under the desk. Snape gave me a nudge with his foot. Then I came up with a marvellous, mischievous plan.

   The two men were engaging in a bit of small talk, and I started engaging with Snape's belt. Now he was also trapped, between Dumbledore's gleeful anecdote of a pixie he encountered earlier this morning and me opening his pants underneath the table. Unless he wanted to stand in front of the headmaster of Hogwarts with his pants open and his dick out, he would have to stay seated and act normal.
   I could hear Snape dug his fingers into the old wooden desk, trying to focus on his old superior's story rather than my tongue running circles around his rapidly growing shaft. I showered him with kisses, licked and gently sucked it and Snape... shifted his hips closer to my mouth. He went with it!
   "Horny old man!", I thought, still licking his shaft.
   Snape nudged me with his foot again.

As I started sucking his tip more intensely and letting it slip deeper and deeper into my throat, I could feel him jump a little and he tried to cover it up with a fake cough.
   "... well and that was, when that naughty little pixie just..."
   "HEADMASTER", Snape interrupted hoarsely. "I am sorry to interrupt your marvellous pixie story, but I don't feel too well and should probably head to bed soon. May I ask, what exactly brought you to me this evening?"

   "Ah, yes, of course, I almost forgot...", Dumbledore got back on track.
   I let my tongue twist around Snape's dick in my mouth. Snape even managed to casually put his hand underneath the desk. To Dumbledore it may have looked as if Snape was simply resting it on his knee when, in reality, he grabbed my hair and let me choke on him.

   I almost coughed and had to hardly fight back my gag reflex. Snape quickly covered it with another round of fake coughs – maybe he also covered his own chuckle. Either way, he put his hand on the desk again for safety reasons, letting me do it my way. After my eyes stopped tearing up, I continued pleasuring him.

   "Well, I wanted to ask you if you happen by any chance to have some Alihotsy leaves in your personal stock currently? I wanted to brew some Alihotsy Draught for myself and seem to have run out of it. I have an upcoming nerve-wreckingly boring meeting with the Ministry of Magic that I would like to brighten up a notch."
   Snape rolled his eyes ever so slightly – partly because of this absolute ridiculous reason the headmaster had interrupted us for and partly because I had just tightened my jaw a little more which put more pressure around his pulsating dick. He was close, I could tell.
   "Um", Snape started to answer, "I am not quite sure, Headmaster. I would have to check."
      His feed started to curl up. I went on, waiting for the perfect moment for the grande finale.
   "I will bring it to you in the morning if I happen to have anything left. Would that be all?", Snape sharply exhaled.
      It was a miracle, the desk didn't get scratch marks of his fingers digging into it.
   "Splendid!", Dumbledore beamed and gleefully shook his hands like a little piggy tailed girl. "Yes, that would be all, thank you, Severus. Now please, enjoy the rest of your night."
      He, again, winked knowingly over his half-moon glasses.

   "Good night – "
      That was the moment, I had lured for. While Snape was in between words and his dick was raging inside my mouth, my teeth quickly, hungrily and rather forcefully dug into his shaft and his seed started to fill my mouth instantly.
   " – Headmaster!", he squealed, climaxing and started his last round of fake coughs.
    Dumbledore turned and waved his hand over his shoulders as he left the office.
   The door closed behind him, and you could hear the light clicking sound of it getting locked.
       Snaped hadn't touched his wand.