Corrupt

Corrupt

Chapter Five

SSStudent-Teacher Relationsss

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The words came so fluidly out of her mouth that Severus had to catch his breath.

"Paxia," he whispered, barely audibly. In the darkness of the classroom, her body was illuminated by the gentle glow of candles. She was just as he had remembered her- petite, but with a presence that over-whelmed even his stature. Her raven hair was short and spiky, but in the sexiest display of femininity. Her image alone was not to be trifled with, and he was brought back to that first moment in time when he met her....

Hundreds of Death-eaters met in an abandoned building to discuss the use of a Slytherin spy in Hogwarts. Death-eater spies could be in any house, but they had wanted to target Slytherin- the only house which proudly boasted its consistency of select pure-bloods. Though women were not scarce at such events, it was rare for a woman to initiate ideas or take control of following through on orders- until one such woman removed the hood of her cloak and revealed her face to the crowd. Paxia Devastarium. He knew her only slightly- she was a 7th year Slytherin that exuded quiet innocence. He now came to recognize her facade- masking an intellect that could rival Hermione, and an evil persistence that surpassed even Lucious Malfoy.

And now here she was, in his classroom, devoid of student interruption- and locking the door.

She strode down a row of desks, her delicate hands tracing the surfaces, lifting her fingers to glide over instruments and materials left behind. She was a student- but her strength and precision captivated him.

"I knew I'd find you here, though it is a bit far to travel when I have other classes to attend. The young Draco Malfoy just left- did he not? I thought I recognized him- just like his father- confident in his steps, though when he passed me I saw him stumble. What of yourself Severus? Have you stumbled since we last spoke?" She knew how to manipulate her prose to appear naive, and smiled when she saw that Severus understood. Her lips were full and red, a stark contrast to the robes she wore and the hair that she brushed aside of her eyes.

"I am too busy to concern myself with matters that others have taken care of already. If a spy has been selected from Slytherin, I was not informed of it, and I think it best that way. Now, please, I have a class to prepare for.." Snape attempted to rid himself of her, but she was more cunning than he, and it caught him off guard.

"Then I'll help you. Fifth years are next, am I correct?" she began to rummage through the shelves, gathering herbs, "consider yourself lucky to find someone as experienced as I am for the position of teacher's assistant. From today onward, I'll be coming here after breakfast to help you with our Sixth-year Potions class, and to keep an eye on Harry Potter," this final statement she made while locking her eyes on his.

"So it was you? I should have guessed as much. He isn't as easy as you would think to keep an eye on- we learned that in his first year. And he has others watching him, such as Draco Malfoy..." Draco had demonstrated his ability to obtain secret information on Granger and Potter, and use that information to protect Hermione. If Potter were put in danger, Draco would fear for Hermione, and, not having his priorities straight yet, could turn against his father- threatening everyone in the process.

"Malfoy?" She stepped away from the shelves and toward Snape. Her lips raised into a soft smile he recognized as a smirk. "What danger is he to my position?"

She brushed against him, "All Slytherins are capable of taking care of themselves," she glided her hand up his chest, and seizing his tie, she brought his lips to hers. His back was against the desk, and she had wedged herself to him in such a way that the student lab table behind her made it impossible for him to back away without touching her.

He attempted to pass her, and she felt his arousal against her. A wicked grin flashed over her face as she looked down. She raised her glance and captured his eyes as her hands reached between his robes and over his slacks. He inhaled sharply as her fingertips danced on his hardened passions- he was near to losing control...

"Not here- they can see through the windows on the door- anyone could hear us," he could barely speak, but he would not be overcome by a simple girl.

"Spatium Silentius." Her words sent shivers through his body, and he noticed the shimmer in her eyes. The Latin phrase silenced the room- making any sound impenetrable, and inescapable. She was serious, and it turned him on like nothing ever had.

His strong, rough hands parted her robes and he pulled her against him as he bent down to taste her mouth. She placed her hands on his hips and met them to undo his belt and loosen his pants. Her hands firmly took hold of his sweater and pulled it as high as she could reach. Pinning her to the desk her back was facing with his hips, he removed his sweater and was pleased at the reaction on her face.

To seduce meant she was in control. But that body came as an unexpected bonus, and he could only imagine how wet she'd become. He stripped her of her robes, and her shirt became part of the pile of clothing growing on the floor. He ran his hands over the softness of her flesh and he lifted her into the air by her waist. Carrying her to a prep table on the side of the room, he placed her down and hungrily kissed her- he wanted to know her taste and she was just as starving for his. Their tongues danced as he caressed his way into her jeans, and holding every inch of her hips, thighs, calves, ankles, and feet- the garment left her.

The chill of the table sent her searching for warmth and she found it as he leaned against the table- his groin now level with hers. She gripped him with her knees around his waist, and as she slid her tongue down the side of his neck, he let his pants and silk boxers slide to the stone floor. Touching every bit of her exposed flesh, he worked his way from her undone bra to her panties. He tore them off of her, and tasted her as she dug her nails into his shoulders and began to moan.

Paxia felt herself coming quickly. She pulled his face up to meet hers by the hair and he began to grind against her. He began to tease her knowingly. Two could play at this game.

She grasped his shoulder, and began to move her hand downward. As he continued his exploration, she began one of her own. He wasn't expecting this rush of sensation, and he knew he desperatly needed more than this postion would accomodate.

He pushed her back, and gripped the edge of the table. With one knee on the surface, he kicked back a table behind him and hoisted himself onto the prep desk. The brief time apart was excruciating, and she welcoming his return on top of her. Who knew Severus Snape was this sexually charged? She breathed in his spicy scent as she met his lips when the grind became steadier.

The candles that once flickered began to flame up- and the spectacle left them both more breathless than they already were.

"Faster! Mmm- oh..ooo.. Sev-erus! There!" She couldn't resist screaming- it was a feeling like no other- the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced was on the brink of climax and she ached for it..

"Yes- God yes- Pax! Pax!" Grunting animalistically, Snape's baritone voice boomed into her ears. He couldn't stand to hold out any longer. In a final thrust, she gripped his shoulders and he held her body firm against him- and he released everything he had into her. She moaned in pure ecstacy and he collapsed, panting, on top of her.

She closed her eyes and smiled again. With his head against her chest, she brushed his hair away from his forehead and confessed, "I've been meaning to do that since my fifth year."

"You weren't the only one," came his shocking reply. It wasn't everyday a student turned a teacher on- but when it happened, class became a reason to hide behind a desk. Hm. A very good reason.

A knock came on the door. Damn- the incantation was wearing off. They'd have to be cautious about what came next, so he lifted himself off of her and reached down to reclaim his robes and get dressed. He reached over and she gave herself the liberty of clinging to him as she got down. He bent over and kissed her lips again, grateful he'd see her everyday constantly.

"Severus, I need to know what you make of this- of me, here, watching Potter," there was more to her tone than her words let on, but Snape didn't grasp it.

"Everyday?" he grinned. Her devilish ways were taking him over. "If you ever need anything, any help at all, consider myself your partner."

"As for Malfoy..."

"As for Malfoy, like you said, Slytherins are capable of taking care of themselves. Damn!" Snape looked over at the mess he'd created while entranced by Paxia.

"You would think a published Potions master such as yourself could look at this and fix it in an instant...but I suppose you're a bit distracted right now...and disheveled. I'd tidy up a bit before class starts. Spatius Corrigerum," and with a flick of her wand, the disarray on the floor straightened up- and any streaks from their romp on the adjacent table disappeared. "You might say things were back to normal."

"May things never be back to normal," he growled into her ear. And they wouldn't be.