HP fanfic: Lovely manners (original) (raw)

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Hey little girl, you broke the laws – AC/DC: Money Talks

Potion Classroom, Dungeons, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

The dungeons were as dark and damp as they always were when Hufflepuff, and troublemaker extraordinary, Nymphadora Tonks – ‘Don’t call me Nymphadora!’ mind you – made her way down into them for yet another detention with Mr. grim and grumpy, Severus Snape, Head of Slytherin House.

It wasn’t that she didn’t like him, she reflected heavily while descending the stone steps, it was just that... she didn’t like him very much or at all really. Snape wasn’t nice to anyone – least of all non-Slytherins – and even less to her for some reason; yes she was clumsy, she could agree, but she was the best student in her year – ahead of even the most studious of Ravenclaws.

This was by far not her first detention with him – she had spent hours and hours scrubbing disgusting cauldrons and sorting various animal parts into glass jars; it was strange because she had made sure not to misbehave in his class since her first detention, but he always managed to find something to charge her with and took a superfluous amount of delight from making her suffer.

“Wotcher, Professor,” Tonks greeted with faked cheerfulness that didn’t fool the Potion Master who only arched a black eyebrow at her in reply from behind the greasy curtains of his dark hair.

“Don’t leave a mess,” he commanded and nodded in the direction of a small pile of old school cauldrons – not the entire stock, but a handful recently used dented pots.

“Alreet,” she smiled falsely – taking off her hat as she eased out of both robes and vest before removing her tie making sure as few of her clothes as possible ended up stinking of whatever potion had been in the cauldrons – she had had a stash of white shirts and school skirts, courtesy of her mother who didn’t believe Tonks could keep from soiling herself like she did when she was a little girl, and dozens upon dozens of yellow and black knee socks so it didn’t really matter if they ended up stinking.

Professor Snape didn’t look up from his desk as Tonks stripped off the excess articles or after and she was rather glad about that since her skirt was becoming a bit too short and her shirt a bit too tight now that she had hit her growth spurt – Tonks really didn’t want a reprimand for her clothing; it wouldn’t have mattered was she allowed to morph, but both the Headmaster and her Head of House had strictly forbidden it – ‘It’s for your own safely,’ they had said, ‘you’ll find that out the hard way one day I’m afraid.’ Her hips had began to fill out over the year and her chest grow alarmingly – ‘Blacks are always early to mature – and we are well endowed,’ her mother had explained and managed to convey smugness even in writing when Tonks had owled her a panicked letter concerning the natural changes.

Without even a sound of protest she set about to fetch the necessary scrubbing materials from the correct cupboard – knowing from experience where they were and which equipment she needed – rolling up her sleeves she began.

The lack of complaining worried Snape slightly and he glanced over at the girl from where he mutely was correcting the First Year Student’s essays – ‘Worthless all of them, of course’ – and managed to quiet an undignified yelp before it was registered by the Hufflepuff. Tonks’ school skirt didn’t even reach mid-thigh even though it rode low on her wide hips and her tight white shirt didn’t leave much else to imagination either as it had dampened with perspiration as she slaved away with the cauldrons – she didn’t remind him in the slightest of that hateful cousin of her hers right now and he could feel his arousal grow the more she jerked as a result of her hunched position while scrubbing. Damn her – she was the only gir-- – ‘No, woman,’ he corrected himself to keep feeling disgust over his rising excitement – who removed clothing when being in the same room as he – even as innocently as this had been.

“Alright there, Professor?” Tonks asked and half turned to catch his eye from her crouched position when she felt his eyes on her back – ‘You just love tempting faith, don’t you?’ a small inner voice berated her, but fell silent when she noticed he wasn’t going to reproach her on her clothes – he was staring at her thigh just below the hem of her short skirt and she narrowly managed to swallow a squeak – ‘Mr. tall, dark, greasy, sardonic and grumpy, but still rather sexy, fiend of her school existence was eyeing her hungrily’.

“Mind what you’re doing, you silly bint,” Snape snapped and turned furiously back to the scrolls at his desk – degrading quite a few in his irritation at being caught staring lustfully at a student.

“Lovely manners,” she muttered under her breath without thinking – immediately hoping Snape hadn’t caught it – and wiped her brow, getting a dirty smudge on it at the same time she swabbed off some sweat, before continuing her washing.

The Professor wished he could just leave the classroom and take care of the erection growing between his legs, but that would be suspicious and he didn’t like having gossip spread about him – he always observed student detention in the Potion classroom and if Tonks mentioned any divergence students would talk – ‘Damn him for being so predictable.’

Her exposed thighs tingled from the memory of Snape’s intense gaze earlier – the ghost feeling grew stronger with each passing second, but she forced herself from scratching to get rid of it – not wanting him to know the effect his look had on her; not being able to scratch her itch she felt herself dampen and clenched once in hopes the budding arousal would go away – it had the reverse affect and she cursed herself for admitting to herself she found Snape was sexy before.

“Are you alright, Miss Tonks,” the Professor asked coldly – almost as a late echo to her earlier enquiry – having caught sight of her body tightening momentarily.

“Me?” she yelped, cursing herself for the slip up just as she finished with the last cauldron and tried to salvage to situation by adding: “I’m peachy,” and then remembering herself she adding a ‘sir.’

A revelation hit Snape – she was turned on as well – maybe, just maybe this could be worked out; he knew the Headmaster didn’t approve fraternizing with students, but there was really no law in the Wizarding world that forbade it; younger gir-- – ‘women’, he corrected again – than Tonks had been married off.

“Stop lying and come here,” Snape made up his mind and commanded.

Tonks gulped, wondering what was in store for her – a scolding of some kind or... she didn’t even dare think it as she slowly rose and wiped her hands on the front of her skirt and walked over to stand before the large desk – remarkably without tripping once, but she was only dead clumsy when she was morphed and that too would pass she was sure.

“Come around,” he instructed and locked his eyes on hers when she walked around to him – he opened his robes to make the girl aware of the large bugle in his trousers and smirked at her when she subconsciously licked her lips.

Snape flicked his wand at the door and muttered what Tonks knew was a locking charm before he made an effort to slowly unhooking the buttons in his fly and freeing his rigid manhood while Tonks observed – he knew it was rather large and hoped she was among the few women who found the sight of a penis arousing.

His phallus was impressive she decided – the few blokes’ she had peeked at in the Quidditch locker as they wanked off were tiny – and she felt herself constrict in anticipation and silently wondered what it would feel like being penetrated by a cock rather than her own fingers.

When Tonks didn’t move Snape wrapped an arm around her waist to draw her closer and snaked the other below her skirt into her cotton pant to touch her sex – not wet enough he decided. Without a word he pulled her onto his lap and arranged her to straddle him and started to un-clasp the buttons in her tight shirt – smirking when she did the same with his black one; ‘No bra,’ Snape observed with an approving nod – she was just as ample as she appeared and hadn’t tried to give an impression of larger endowments than she had.

Tonks didn’t mask her surprised moan when he flickered a thumb across one of her taunt nipples at the same time as he rubbed his erection against her fold through her now damp pants – he bent forwards and nibbled at the skin on her collarbone while one hand explored her breasts and the other found its way back inside her pants to tease her bud.

This wasn’t like snogging in some closet she had to admit, but decided to explore his now bare chest as he was touching hers – he gasped when her hands began roaming and slid a finger inside her vagina making Tonks catch her breath as well.

She was wet now more than enough, Snape resolved and stopped his ministrations – confusing Tonks for a moment until she made up her mind and started to plant small kisses and nibbles along his tall neck – making him smirk as he grabbed his wand and uttered a few words that removed her pants; he was pleased when she stopped and looked wide eyed and him, then her white cotton panties he now held in his hands, and then back at him again.

Dumping both pants and wand on the floor Snape quickly removed his robes the rest of the way – draping them over the scrolls at his desk before grabbing Tonks about her hips and quickly rising – unceremoniously putting her down on top of the desk he positioned himself between her now widely parted legs and guided his erect member to her entrance.

Tonks eyes bugled and she moaned loudly as Snape abruptly pushed into her vagina and shattered her virgin membrane in one fell swoop – he brutally began thrusting in and out promptly setting a slow but hard rhythm seemingly oblivious to the pained gasps beneath him. The first few lunges stung and burnt, but soon her pained moans turned to whines of pleasure when his penis repeatedly his a nerve bundle inside of her she never knew existed and she wrapped her long legs around his hips subconsciously to tap him there forever.

Something was building inside her making her breathing come in pants and huffs – she was surprised she his lips captured hers and his tongue forced its way into her mouth and she responded by closing her eyes and snogging him back between her gasps; his mouth swallowed Tonks’ scream as hot waves of pleasure emanated from her vagina and crashed over her.

Snape smirked satisfied against her lips as her walls squeeze around him and he shoved his large erection into her harder than before until he too came, and he ejected his hot load into her knowing it seeped out her impossibly tight channel together with her juices – ‘It was worth is,’ he determined as pulled out of the girl and commanded the abandoned wand to his hand to clean up the mess of their coupling fluids had made on his robes.

He pulled up and fastened his trousers before putting Tonks down on the floor on shaky legs and returning her pants – he didn’t look at her as he removed the robe from on top of the essays to continue marking them.

“If you’re finished,” Snape drawled coolly and added a biting comment in the margin of some poor student’s scroll, “you can leave.”

Tonks frowned – it wasn’t as if she had imagined flowers and puppies to be the result of shagging him, nevertheless she was slightly disappointed by the lack of any kind of acknowledgement – ‘He had bloody well kissed her!’ she mutely fumed, but wisely decided to simply put on her discarded clothes and leave the dungeons – there would be more detentions she knew when she could even the score.