The Accident *OneShot*

Pay Attention

"You foolish little chit!" My professor, Severus Snape, bellowed above me as he shielded my body with his.

Twenty minutes prior, I was gently stirring a potion that I desperately needed to pass Snape's expectations to receive an Outstanding. Granted, I was excellent in potions, and every other subject, but I needed the 'O' in order to become his apprentice the following year, as this was my last year at Hogwarts. Not only did I need a year apprenticing potions with a potions master in order to continue on to becoming a Magizoologist, but I chose Snape for two reasons. One; I was pathetically and desperately in love with him, and two; He was the best damn teacher in the wizarding world.

I was doing a pretty damn good job, enough to receive an actual compliment from the snarky bastard, even though one would have to think hard about the meaning of his words to see the appreciation he was giving. Then, I found myself severely distracted as he peered over my shoulder, grading my motions and concentration while, no doubt, judging my every action. I did my best to focus on my task, but I felt my mind slipping into desire. His body was slightly pressing into my back, his hot breath was sending shivers down my spine, and the warmth that radiated off his body was making me dizzy with hot flashes.

The next thing I knew, Snape grabbed me and threw me to the ground, his body covering mine as the contents in the cauldron exploded. The room was filled with a smoky substance, but no real damage seemed to be done. His lips were mere inches away from mine when his eyes burned through my head as he seethed with anger.

"I-I'm sorry, sir." I stuttered, not sure of what I could say to calm him down.

"Do you have any idea the dangers of not paying attention?!" He didn't move as he lectured me.

"How...?" I was still too shocked to form a steady sentence, but I felt my aggravation rising as I felt it was primarily his fault that the incident occurred.

"Being as sensitive and complex as it was, the simple mistake of letting a piece of your hair fall in made it destabilize. If I could grade you below a Troll, you can bet your arse I would." He finally made to get off me, just in time for my Slytherin mouth to spew my anger.

"Maybe if you gave me some personal space! How could anyone work with a dungeon bat looming over them, especially when stabilizing a potion is the most critical part! As a professor, I would've expected you of all people to know when not to distract the brewer!" My fists were balled at my sides as my face heated up.

"Well, miss Stone, only a complete dunderhead would become unfocused so easily. As for the name calling, well, it's a shame I haven't heard that bat bit before. Certainly, you realize you have detention tonight at eight for your carelessness when brewing in my classroom along with serving it all night due to your incapability of holding your tongue." He calmly stated and turned to stalk to his office, only to stop mid stride.

"Professor?" My anger boiled down as my concern took place.

"Do you have any idea what substance this is?" He gritted as he motioned to the excessive amount of liquid poured on the floor.

I glanced around to find several broken vials that must have gotten knocked off the shelf when the explosion happened. I hadn't a clue until the scent made my eyes roll back. Instantly, the smell of an after storm, the dungeons, and... Snape, invaded my senses. Amortentia; the strongest love potion of its kind and bordering legality. If it had the illegal potency, I would've been impaled on my professor and rode him into oblivion within seconds. Luckily, we only inhaled it, so we may have had a chance to control our actions.

I was sorely wrong when the feel of soft lips against mine made my eyes roll back into place, only to notice I was being kissed by Snape while his hands wound around my waist. Just as he pressed his newly formed erection into my lower abdomen, he pushed me away and breathed heavily, "I apologize, I hadn't time to gain my control. I think it wise to serve your detention tomorrow."

The amortentia gave me courage that I never would've had before, "or I could serve it in a different way." I dropped to my knees and quickly waved my wand, making his trousers fall open and his large and hardened member spring free. Before he had time to react, I gripped his shaft and massaged it, getting a feel for what I had to work with, which I surely was not disappointed. Given I was a virgin, it wasn't hard to predict what a man might and might not like.

I glanced up and watched his face turn from shock to pleasure. I could tell he was trying his best to keep a blank expression, and that just wouldn't do for me. While still massaging his thick member, I slowly stuck my tongue out as he watched in anticipation to what I was about to do. My tongue gently flicked the tip, capturing the salty substance that leaked from it's head.

To tease him further, "Mmm, I'd like to taste all of you, Professor."

I was rewarded with a groan before my lips captured the head, my hand pumping the base. My free hand rubbed his inner thigh, closer to his balls with each rub. Slightly, I dug my thumb into his thigh and took half of him in, feeling his fingers slide into my hair. I knew he was attempting to gag me, but I wasn't quite finished with my ministrations. My hand cupped his balls and rolled them in my hand while my other hand, alone, was working his cock. In between pumps, my tongue would trail the vein underneath, down and back up, only to apply pressure to the weeping slit.