The Seduction of Severus Snape

Chapter 4: Everybody Loves Remus

* ~ October 25 ~ *

Right then. I'm finally done with that long line of detentions. And Dad has stopped subtly calling me a voyeur in his letters. Life is good, I tell you. All us members of the SSS decided not to do any more tasks (except for the love letters) for the time being, in case Professor Snape decides to snuff me proper. But I got something done today that could count as a task, although self-assigned.

I was walking in the hallway during passing time, just minding my own business. I was thinking that a new task would probably be given to me soon, so I just happened to be wondering what it would be. Then, to my pleasant surprise, I somehow found myself walking behind Professor Snape (and hoping he didn't notice me and snuff me proper, G. Don't ask, it's just something Colin was talking about.) As I was saying, that luscious rump was right in front of me, and suddenly I couldn't think of anything else. It was right there. I had this urge to touch it, like something was pulling at my muscles.

Well, this was probably a bad thing to do, considering my track record already, but I just couldn't help it. I couldn't think! I mean, it's like that ass was hypnotizing me! I just sort of... Reached out and spanked him. I would have enjoyed it much better if he had been bent over my knee, and if I didn't have to run and hide afterwards, but that's the way of the world.

When I spanked him, though, it was unexpectedly loud. And I didn't even do it that hard! I just sort of... Reached out and gave it a quick tap. And it practically echoed! Everyone who saw or heard it stopped, especially Snape, so before he could turn around I quickly ducked into the crowd. Needless to say, the fourth year Hufflepuff who was standing behind me is currently without his head.

I told the others about it, and they all applauded my efforts (and the fact that I escaped being torn into pieces) except, of course, for Colin. Who was (despite his protests) jealous. I mean, it couldn't be more obvious if he stood up and screamed, "Why don't you ever spank me?" But I'm still not giving in. I stick by my resolution.

And, of all things, now that "snuff you proper" thing is stuck in my head. Whenever I think of that, it puts the image of a cartoonish candle snuffer about to put out a candle, saying, "I'm gonna snuff you proper," in my head. Which is taking up valuable room that could be used for images of Professor Snape's... student.

Yes, life is good.

* ~ October 31 ~ *

Happy Halloween! Well, I have a sordid conversation with Professors Snape and Lupin to tell about (and no, it's not one that I made up) along with a startling announcement. Sordid conversation first, right? Right.

So, yesterday I was finally given another task to complete. Speak to Snape using only sexual innuendos. For the next week. A little mild compared to some other things I've done, I know, but... Well, we thought it best to keep it mellow for now. And this task just happened to commence in the presence of Professor Lupin. But I'm getting ahead of myself.

I was going to Professor Lupin's office for some extra help (it's so much easier to get some alone time with him) and I was very excited about it. I was hoping he'd drop something and have to bend over for it. Yum. So, I walk into the office (after knocking; I'm not that rude) and Professor Snape is there, giving Professor Lupin (some hot loving) a steaming goblet of what I would assume is Wolfsbane potion. Commence task. "Good evening, Professors." Courage, Nadia.

"Hello, Nadia," Professor Lupin greeted amiably.

"Miss Page," Professor Snape grunted, scowling, before turning back to Lupin. "Well, there's your potion. I'll be on my way."

"That's rather rude, don't you think, Professor?" I prayed I wouldn't be hexed. And tried not to snigger.

"...Hm?"

"I mean, leaving your dirty goblet here after giving it to him so quickly?" There was dead silence, and I could see Lupin's eyebrows fly up, while Snape started going red in the ears.

"What. Do. You. Mean. Miss Page?" he ground out.

"Nothing. I just thought it would take longer to give it to Professor Lupin, sir." The side of Lupin's mouth quirked up just a bit.

"Excuse me?" Snape wasn't as amused.

"Not that I'm saying it was too fast- but have you checked your cauldron lately, Professor? Perhaps there's a... leak in it?"

"Miss Page!"

"Perhaps you could use a little help with that cauldron of yours, Severus." Heart. Stopped. That was Lupin teasing Snape! Oh, what fun. He took a sip from the goblet and grimaced slightly. "Not satisfying at all. And far too thin." I proceeded to orgasm. With a low growl, Snape swept out of the office, robes billowing sexily- er- impressively. I turned back to Professor Lupin, who was grinning ever so slightly.

"Er... I suppose Professor Snape needed to stir his potion a little." He made a soft (adorable) sound that resembled a laugh, though it was too quiet to hear well.

"Indeed. Please, Nadia, have a seat." I did. Too bad Professor Snape wasn't there first (wink.)

"So. Here's my essay so far." I dumped the jumbled research on his desk. "Guide me." I'm sure if it were a Japanese cartoon he would have sweat dropped.

"Er... Rather direct approach, I see."

"Well, you know, asphodel and all."

"...Of course." He glanced down at my monstrosity, grimaced, then conjured a tea service. "Tea?" I accepted and off we went into the sunset. Oh, just an off-topic comment: I'd love to see Professor Snape bugger him. And I know that Professor Lupin's into men, so I can spend plenty of time dreaming about it.

Anyway, he helped me out with my essay on... Whatever it was. Eh, it's done now, so I don't have to worry about it. He has really nice eyes, though. If I were a gay man, I'd be all over him. I thanked him for the help and got up to leave, but he invited me to sit down again and offered more tea. "Professor?" I inquired unaware of his motives.

"I just thought we could talk a bit, Nadia." Aha. Self-appointed guidance counselor, I supposed. Though I didn't see why he'd think anything was wrong.

"Alright, then." Silence ensued. "...So... How about that... Quidditch team... Puddlemore United... And... Etcetera..." I gave up and returned to my tea.

"...Weather's nice," he commented airily. I nodded. "With the... the sky... and such..." There was more silence between us. Finally, I got fed up.

"Oh, hell! This is ridiculous!" I set down my cup because I knew that any more tea would result in problems with bladder control. "Just what did you want to talk about, anyway?" Professor Lupin blinked a bit, then cleared his throat.

"I just thought that perhaps we could get to know each other a bit better." I hesitated before letting my true feelings show.

"Horse shit." He blinked. "That is to say... Horse shit, sir."

"Well... Is there anything wrong?" I knew it.

"Not really. I mean, there's nothing new."

"Oh... Well, I just thought that something might be wrong. You seem to be lashing out at Professor Snape an awful lot." I blinked, trying to hold back laughter.

"I... er... Hadn't noticed." I wrung my hands in my lap.

"I see. And how is your schoolwork going?"

"Fairly well." I was starting to get frustrated with the awkward pauses. "And how are you, Professor?" He blinked.

"Oh... I'm fine." He shifted uncomfortably.

"Any new boyfriends?" What can I say? I was curious. He choked a bit on his tea, which he happened to be drinking at the moment.

"I- you-" He paused. "No. I've just ended a relationship."

"I'm sorry to hear that." He nodded and there was more silence. I could tell he'd only answered my question to encourage me to say something. Persistent little bugger. I decided to change the subject. "So I was thinking a lot about the N.E.W.T.s, lately."

"Is that why you've been asking for extra help outside of classes?" I nodded.

"I want to do very well." He hummed a bit.

"You've certainly signed up for enough N.E.W.T. level classes." I nodded.

"I want to be well rounded." As in, I have no idea what I want to work as.

"Do you have an idea of what you want to do after school?" Aside from being Professor Snape's sex slave?

"No."

"Really? No idea?"

"Well. Anything but a housewife, I suppose." I paused for a moment. "But no celibacy. And no blue collar work. Not permanently, at least." He chuckled a bit.

"It's not very specific."

"Well, I have plenty of time to decide. How on Earth everyone expects us to decide what to do for the rest of our lives while we're so swamped with school work and testing, I have no idea. I'm just doing what I have to now. There'll be time later to think about my future in the long-term." He raised an eyebrow.

"No one's pressured you?"

"Plenty of people. But my dad told me to do what feels right to me. Deciding what to center my life on for the next hundred years or so just doesn't seem like something I can choose overnight. I want to give it the proper thought, first." He rubbed his chin. Sex.

"I see. Your father sounds like a smart person."

"He is, but he's a little off his rocker, as well." I yawned slightly. It was getting late.

"I believe I've kept you a bit too long." He stood up, and I took that as my signal to leave. "It was nice talking to you, Nadia. I'll see you in class."

"Uhuh." I yawned again. "Night, Professor."

Which brings me to today. There was no potions class, which I was thankful for, because I could swear that Professor Snape kept glaring at me all through breakfast. Classes were boring, of course, except for Defense Against the Dark Arts. We learned about (Mmm!) curses. And performed some on each other. It was actually a lot of fun, since I don't like many of my peers and I'm probably the only Ravenclaw girl in our year other than Luna who has any duelling experience. Oh, the delicious revenge. I was in such a good mood by the end of the class that on the way out, I gave Professor Lupin a little wink. I even went so far as to say, "Have fun with Professor Snape's goblet tonight," on my way out. I think I saw him grin, but I didn't really get a good look.

After classes, Luna and I met Ginny and Colin in the library, where we discussed further tasks for me to perform. There weren't really any solid ideas, so we all worked together to write the next love letter. There were a few really good lines in there. I think it was one of the best ones yet.

When the letter was finished, Luna and Ginny both made their excuses and left. I think they've actually started trying to leave Colin and me alone together. So, then Colin whipped out this photo album he had with him, and told me that he developed some more pictures that he wanted to show me. Of course, the beginning of it is a bunch of pictures of Harry Potter, looking either surprised or disgruntled, but he appears less and less as the album goes on.

Colin flipped to the back of it, and there was a picture of me with the most horrible expression on my face, ever. "That's when you attacked me," he verified. I grinned.

"You deserved it. You and your demon camera." He shook his head and flipped to the next page. Actually, this particular set seemed to have an abnormal amount of pictures of me. And there were a few of me with Professor Snape, ooh!

"I got a good shot of him looking disgruntled when you pulled that flirting stunt in the hallway. And there's Professor Lupin in the background- look- he's laughing!" He was laughing in the picture. I like Professor Lupin even more, now.

"You should really do this professionally, Colin," I told him.

"I'm going to." After a bit, we got to the last page. "This is... er... you and me. Together." I remember when Ginny insisted upon taking that picture, out on the Quidditch field. I really don't see why she would want to do such a thing. "You know I was thinking that... Er... That maybe..." He trailed off, biting his lip. Why couldn't he just say it already?

"What?" I asked innocently.

"That... Since tomorrow's a Hogsmeade weekend... That maybe we could... Could..." He gulped. "Go as a group, with Ginny and Luna, and- and get supplies for future tasks. That- that's a good idea, right?"

"Right," I answered flatly, completely aware of the fact that he chickened out. It's so frustrating, waiting for him to cave in. Maybe Professor Lupin can give me some advice. Heh.

So, I made an excuse and left. Nothing much happened until the Halloween feast. I was sitting next to Luna, indulging in my sweet tooth during dessert, when Dumbledore suddenly called attention to the room. I sighed, ready for a boring speech to commence, and started amusing myself by counting things.

With a grand gesture, Dumbledore stood up and began his speech, which was boring, as predicted, so I didn't quite listen. However, after a few minutes, I heard something along the lines of, "Blah blah Yule Ball," and decided to pay closer attention. I suppose this means that a lot more people will be staying at school for Christmas than last year. A few minutes more, and the speech was done.

I started to think of the possibilities. This was definitely going to lead to an improvement on both the Colin front and the SSS front. That would explain why I needed dress robes this year. And here I thought it would be for some silly going away ceremony. I'm glad they're not ugly. Of course, we'll need to discuss the effect this announcement will have on our tasks in Hogsmeade tomorrow. I'm looking forward to it.

* ~ November 1 ~ *

Hogsmeade today. Luna and I waded through the crowd in the entrance hall for over five minutes before we spotted Colin and Ginny, immersed in conversation. We made our way over, being jostled and bumped the whole time, until we finally came to a halt. They stopped their conversation and said hello to us before Filch started shouting at people and we were off.

I've always liked going to Hogsmeade, especially Honeydukes'. I just happen to have an enormous sweet tooth, and a shop full of candy is just the thing to satisfy it. But I digress.

Upon arriving, we made a beeline for the Three Broomsticks, so we could sit down and discuss future tasks. It was crowded and noisy, as usual, so we found a booth in the corner and ordered some butterbeers. Once we were settled in with our drinks, the conversation turned to business matters. "Any ideas?" Colin asked, leaning back in his seat and sipping his butterbeer. If I didn't know any better, I'd say he was trying to act... macho.

"I've got one," Ginny said, grinning.

"...What?" I asked. "Does it involve any more voyeurism?"

"Actually, it has to do with the Yule Ball." I waited. "Ask him to go with you."

"Oh, come on," Colin muttered.

"And at the ball," Ginny continued, ignoring him, "ask him to dance."

"I suppose I could..." It sounded like it would get a bit of a rise out of him, which would be rather funny.

"He'd never go for it," Colin grumbled.

"It's the principle," Ginny replied, rolling her eyes.

"Well, still." She only let out an exasperated sigh.

"Let's go to Zonko's," Luna suddenly piped up. "We can get some dungbombs and hair growth potion." We all agreed and so finished our butterbeers and went on our way.

After we stepped out of Zonko's, the most amazing thing happened. I happened to look to my right, and there was Professor Snape, prowling off to some side street. "I'll be right back; I need to get a book," I said quickly before setting off after him. I think I'm really getting into the spirit of things. Anyway, it was much less crowded on the side street, but I still wasn't spotted as I followed him, gradually catching up.

Catching up, though, wasn't working out well. You see, I was trying to get closer to Professor Snape, but it was rather difficult to do so without being noticed. All I needed to do was get a little closer... Just a little closer... And, suddenly, he turned and another obstruction was shoved in my way. Something brownish and patched. That I bowled straight into and fell on top of. "Er... Hello, Professor Lupin. Lovely day for a walk, don't you think?" He stared blankly up at me. And then Colin entered the picture.

When he walked onto the scene, his mouth fell open and his eyes went wide. "Hello, Judas!" We both stared at him.

"Colin... You watch the Golden Girls?" I actually like that show a lot.

"Er... Of course not. I mean- come on. Bea Arthur's in it!" I stared at him. That is, until I heard Professor Lupin clearing his throat, and realized that I was still on top of his sexy body.

"Oh! I'm sorry, Professor!" I quickly scrambled off him and stood up. "I just... Er..."

"Mistook me for Professor Snape?" he offered in a deceptively innocent tone.

"Er... No. Of course not. That's crazy. You're crazy, Professor! Heh." And so I crumbled under pressure.

"I see. So you weren't... Following him at all?"

"Pff. No. Really, Professor, you so crazy, I think I wanna have yo' babies!" Except I didn't really say that last part.

"Alright. I just don't want to see any disasters."

"Like that time you punched Malfoy in the face," Colin added.

"That was an accident," I protested immediately. Professor Lupin raised his eyebrows, but didn't ask any questions.

"Ah, well... I'd better be on my way. There's a book I've been needing for a while now, and it's in high demand." He seemed ready to go when he almost collided with Professor Snape, who was now holding a brown paper bag. I would have liked to see that, heh.

"Watch it, Lupin," he growled, protectively holding the bag close to his side. With a venomous glare, directed mostly at... Well, me, actually... He prowled off.

"That was spooky," Colin stated. "I'm out of here. We'll be back at the Three Broomsticks, when you're done getting that book. Bye, Professor." He walked away, wavng a bit. I realized that this left me alone with Professor Lupin. Yay! I was thinking that perhaps if I spend enough time with him then maybe he could be the hot gay friend that every girl wants.

So, I went to the book store... With Professor Lupin! Woo! I've somehow gotten onto his good side, apparently (though it's not a very difficult thing to do,) but I still have to wonder... Why? Oh well. All I know is this: he is one hot piece of werewolf ass. Oh yes. Especially in the color blue. And not that wimpy, fluffy, baby blue. I'm talking about deep, dark, rich tones.

Ahem. Anyway... It was actually a lot of fun, but then, I've always associated the word "fun" with "bookstore." I could spend five hours in a bookstore without getting bored at all, and I have. Books have just always been a passion of mine. Add Professor Lupin into the mix and that's quite a bit of passion you've got there.

Well, as I was saying, I accompanied Professor Lupin to the bookstore, and the moment we walked in, I made a beeline for the erotica section. Sorry, but I'm just a sucker for kinky romances. Well, when he saw what I was looking at, he turned a faint shade of red and sort of just sidled away to a different section. "Oh, look," he commented uncomfortably as he flipped through some inane book, "there's instructions on how to... make a wicker basket. How... Useful."

"Uhuh," I replied, intently flipping through a rather interesting book I'd found. "I'd tell you about the instructions in here, Professor, but I think it would be violating the boundaries of the student/teacher relationship." He let out a weak laugh and fumbled for a new book. Ah, I love that deer-in-headlights look. It suits just about any face.

When there wasn't anything I felt like buying in the erotica section, I moved on to greener pastures. Meaning, the gay/lesbian part of the psychology section. Eventually, I came across a book entitled The Joy of Gay Sex and, delighted at my discovery, pulled it from the shelf. There were some very nice pictures. "Professor, look what I found." I held the book up for him to see (my wicked side wanting to embarrass him simply to see that cute little flush on his face.)

He glanced up at it, and with barely a thought replied, "I have that already." RAPELICIOUS. He then did a double take, turned red, and hid his face behind a transfiguration manual. Professor Lupin is SO hot gay friend material. Most definitely. And he's so cuddly!

Anyway, I ended up buying a book about men's first times with other men, and Professor Lupin had some... Non-sexual book. It didn't interest me. I was happy that I wasn't buying it with my dad... He would make fun of me so much. And then probably read it on the way home. Thinking about that gave me the willies, so I immediately refrained, bid good day to Professor Lupin, and scampered off to the Thee Broomsticks.

I found Colin sitting at a table alone (he said that Ginny and Luna were off at a robe shop somewhere) and after joining him, read aloud to him from my new book. Needless to say, he turned bright red and covered his ears. That look rather suits him, I think. After a bit, Ginny and Luna joined us, and we ended the day with a trip to Honeydukes' and some passionate love making. Minus that last part.

Well, that's about it. An exciting adventure fit for the history books, no? Right. I really need to polish off that Honeydukes' stash; I am PMSing something fierce! And, of course, it is now officially November, which means... BIRTHDAY MONTH. The candy is a more pressing issue, though. Toodles.