Are the Stars Not as Quiet as Ever? (Snape x student)

Prologue??

(disclaimer, all involved individuals are over 18, on birth control, etc, we do things safe and legal around here)

I was up in the astronomy tower a few nights before the inevitable battle. The air was heavy, like eyes awaiting tears, and though I was never very good at divination I had a feeling things wouldn't be the same afterwards.

I didn't have any strong feelings on the matter; I was only visiting from Beauxbatons, only spending a semester abroad, but I've always been one for drama, so I haven't told my parents about the uprising yet. Even when Headmaster Dumbledore was killed, and Severus Snape took his place, I chose not to worry their minds; it was excitement I was after, with no regard for safety. And to be honest, I've always found the new headmaster to be somewhat attractive.

"Oughtn't you be in bed, miss?"

I breathed in sharply but then smiled and leaned more heavily on the railing. It's only been a semester here, but I could recognize that severe monotone anywhere.

"I'm on my way, it's just so quiet tonight," I said, turning around, "Something's going to happen, isn't it?"

He didn't answer at first, but took a place next to me at the railing, staring straight ahead before he finally spoke, "The school will most likely undergo another change of leadership when the Dark Lord makes his move."

I wasn't shy, studying his face, trying to see some emotion there. "Not to the school."

No emotion yet, but I felt like I was close. "To you?"

He turned and stared straight at me, eyes narrowing, and spoke slowly. "There are some boundaries that should not be crossed by students."

"Haven't enough boundaries been crossed already? What's one more?" I was less sure of myself now; there was still time for me to get caught up in the ongoing mess and I wasn't very keen to participate.

There was a long pause before he spoke again. "I would advise you to say your goodbyes, tie up loose ends, as...you may not be visiting some of us for quite a while."

I still saw no change in his cold expression, but his voice gave away a sense of sadness.

"Goodbye then," I said, putting a hand on his arm for balance as I stood on my tip toes to kiss his cheek. "It's...very brave of you, you know."

I hoped the night could hide my blushing; I'm not usually shy, and I was only trying to be nice anyways. Or, mostly I was trying to be nice.

"Brave, you say? Most amusing," He spoke before I had fully turned to leave, "That I...don't feel very..."

The last few words were whisper-quiet, almost painfully spoken.

"You are," I said, beginning to fiddle with the buttons on his robes, "And if it has to happen, you might as well enjoy yourself until then..."

He seemed taken aback at first, and I was worried, but he regained his composure and didn't stop me. "You are a very special girl, aren't you?"

I didn't look up at him, but smiled a little, sliding the robes off his shoulders where they then fell to the ground. "I heard you liked special girls."

There were a few chairs in one corner of the tower, and I guided him backwards, telling him to sit down in one. I stood over him, boldly kissing him with the slow smooth passion of one who knows no other way to solace another, before beginning to unbutton his jacket. If it were not for the softening of his expression I would have been afraid to continue, but though he made no direct effort to aid as I removed his jacket, vest, shirt, he was no hindrance either. I ran my hands over his chest and shoulders, the skin cool in contrast to his warm lips. With a hand on his cheek and one reaching back to his knee, I shifted my hips back and forth, slowly, relishing the slight flushing of his complexion as he became aroused.

I paused, leaning in to bite at his neck while I took off my own shirt, unclasping my bra as I whispered to him, "Do you want me?"

A sharp inhale was my only response, and I backed off for a moment before kneeling in front of him with a hand on each of his knees.

"Did you ever think about me, Professor?" I asked, my hands making their way slowly up his inner thigh. "Did you ever want me to do this to you?"

I had unzipped his pants by then, taking out his hardening cock and teasing the tip with my tongue. "I bet you did."

He still said nothing, but his breathing quickened, and he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear as I continued, licking the shaft before taking him into my mouth and bobbing my head up and down.

After a minute I stopped, looking up at him and grinning when I saw his eyes half shut in pleasure. I stood, watching as he anticipated my next move. With an air of confidence, I placed my foot on his knee, where he took the cue to unzip and remove my heeled boot, followed by a thigh-high stocking, before repeating the process on the other side. His hands were gentler than I expected, removing each with a reverent sort of care. I then removed my skirt and panties, and the wetness between my legs only confirmed how badly I wanted him, though I would never relinquish power by saying so. He was mine.

"Won't you tell me you want me, Professor?" I took a place on his lap again, kissing him sloppily before speaking softly, "Tell me you want to fuck me."

Again, he didn't say anything, but I didn't want him to, his quiet groan and shifting in the chair were enough to encourage me. Ever so slowly, as if I wanted to tempt him to throw me against the railing and slam into me from behind, but with the knowledge that he wouldn't, I lowered my dripping pussy onto his cock, taking him all the way inside me.

Placing his hands on my hips to quicken my pace, he left rough kisses down my neck and chest before beginning to suck at my left breast. I moaned in response, leaning back slightly to allow him more room. When he stopped, I laid my arms across his shoulders, to pull us closer together as well as for leverage in slamming onto his cock harder and faster. I'd be lying if I said he wasn't the best I'd ever had, and I was already close, but judging by his heavy breathing, hot against my neck, he was too.

What pushed me over the edge was just before he came, his low, guttural growl as he pulled me down onto his cock so that I felt every drop of his hot cum inside me.

He helped me clean up afterwards, then we stayed up a little later to watch the stars and the moon. Everything was so quiet, but peaceful, and he kissed me again, gently, carefully even, and stayed in the tower for a while after I had left.