phoenixfest (phoenixfest) wrote in phoenix_flies, @ 2007-10-16 18:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | fic: ivylady, fic: nc-17, prompt 31, ss/hp |
Fest Fic: Dark Angel
Title: Dark Angel
Author: ivylady
Beta: sweetmelodykiss. Thanks a lot, dear!
Word Count: 3,018
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: #31--Snape/Harry with female!Snape. I would prefer it to take place during school with Snape being in a position of authority over Harry. I would be especially interested what difference in her character, if any, it would make for Snape to be a woman. Snape's name is Seraphina Snape.
Warnings: Het sex, rimming, cunnilingus
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the persons, places, objects, beings or things mentioned in the books and movies. All rights belong to JK Rowling, Scholastic, Bloomsbury, Warner Brothers, and their subsidiaries. No copyright infringement intended. I'm just playing with them.
"Can you believe it, Harry? We're finally Aurors!" Ron exclaimed.
"Not yet—just trainees," Harry reminded him. "But it's been great so far."
"I know. We have our own flats—no more sharing—and we get to learn all those wicked spells that were in the Restricted Section of the Hogwarts library," Ron continued.
"Yeah, and no more Snape," Harry added.
"Too right. I thought we'd never be free of that greasy toad," the redhead said.
"Whoever they get to teach this class has to be better than Snape," Harry told him.
Auror trainees Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley walked into their first class of training, "The Essentials of Potion Making." No one knew who the teacher was, as the last potions instructor was indefinitely disposed due to an unfortunate brewing accident. The former teacher, Professor Bundleman, was trying to make an advanced healing potion. Unfortunately, the man forgot that one must desiccate the squid tentacles before use in this potion or else the excess water reacts with the dried willow bark, causing an explosion. The poor man was now in St. Mungo's with third degree burns over half of his leathery, green skin. The Medi-Wizards were hopeful that they would be able to cure him in six months.
"Definitely. Now we'll get to learn useful stuff instead of all that crap she had us brewing," Ron grinned.
Harry didn't care who they got to teach the new class. Anyone would be better than his previous potions teacher. Professor Seraphina Snape was the bane of his existence from the minute he stepped into her classroom. She publicly humiliated him on his first day of class all because he was Harry James Potter, son of James Potter, Seraphina Snape's childhood nemesis. From that day on, Harry could do nothing right in her class and she treated him abysmally. Harry knew that he only passed his NEWTs by the skin of his teeth and made it into the Auror academy based on his fame and his DADA strength.
Seraphina Snape was a hard woman. She demanded excellence from all those around her and tolerated no excuses. She was blatantly biased toward her Slytherins, although she did cut the majority of the Ravenclaws slack, as they were pretty good potions students. She hated Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs with a passion. The Gryffindors were too lazy to read all the way through the protocol before starting a potion and the Hufflepuffs were too dense to understand many of the complex processes that potions required. She did, however, take one Gryffindor under her wing: Hermione Granger.
Professor Snape immediately recognized Granger's abilities and set about fostering the girl's inquisitiveness. There were very few female Potions Masters in the world, and Seraphina was determined she would produce a fine apprentice candidate with Hermione. Harry never understood how Hermione could spend so much time with their dreaded professor, but Hermione always chastised him for his irreverent behavior in class. At least Ron understood why he hated Snape—Ron hated her just as much.
Except, as time went on, Harry found that he didn't hate Seraphina. Starting the summer after his fifth year, Harry stayed at Hogwarts full time. The blood wards at his house were insufficient protection due to his family's complete lack of regard for his welfare. That summer, Harry had potions and defense lessons with Professor Snape and he got to see her in a different light.
Outside of class, Seraphina was still a brusque, no-nonsense, taskmaster, but her snarky remarks were more humorous than hurtful and often helpful. Harry found himself excelling in defensive tactics and making passable potions. Seraphina really knew her stuff. She started Harry from the basics, making him re-read his old textbooks and complete past assignments to her satisfaction. She also incorporated potions into his defense studying, showing him which potions to keep on his person and how to use them. Harry became so skilled in defense that he was able to take down Kingsley and give Mad-Eye a run for his money.
For the first time, Harry Potter could say he was grateful to Professor Snape. She had taught him how to survive, which was more than anyone else had ever done for him. He also realized he had a huge crush on the woman.
Seraphina, as he'd taken to calling her in his head, was stunning. She was 5' 10" with long, silky black hair and the reddest lips he'd ever seen. Several times since that summer, Harry had found himself staring at her lips, wondering what they would taste like. Her dark eyes bore into his soul, yet gave nothing away. Her nose was strong, but straight, and matched her chin.
Her body was meant for worship. Underneath the layers of black cloth was a strong woman. Her muscles were toned and clearly visible in her tight black workout outfit. Small breasts beckoned to Harry, begging him to touch them. Her rounded arse was ripe for squeezing. Seraphina managed to hit Harry with many hexes as he daydreamed about her.
Even now, thinking about her made him hard. He tuned out Ron's chatter and squirmed in his chair, trying to adjust himself without anyone noticing. So lost was he in his daydream, he didn't realize their professor had entered until the door slammed.
"Good morning," came the smooth, sexy voice of Seraphina Snape.
Most of those in the classroom had her as a teacher, so the room quickly quieted.
"I am your Potions Master, Professor Snape. I've been sent here to drill into your thick skulls the usefulness of potions in your foolish adventures for the Ministry. I do not expect you to learn anything; in fact, I will be surprised if you leave my class unscathed," she drawled.
"I expect you to learn how to brew the required potions well enough so that you do not poison yourselves and are not kicked out of the program. I have no problem failing you; on the contrary, you all will start with a Troll and will work your way up," some people protested.
"This class is not fun and games. It will not be flashy, foolish wand waving or overly complex spell casting. It will, however, save your life after you have been injured due to your incompetence and the Ministry's general idiocy," she said, her eyes roaming over the class.
"Now, having said all of that, get to work," Seraphina barked, pointing her wand to the blackboard where the instructions for a healing potion appeared.
"You will have one hour to complete this most basic of potions. If not done to my satisfaction, you will return after your last class and repeat the process until I let you go," she snarled.
Everyone jumped from their desks, racing to get their ingredients.
"Damn," Ron swore, "just when I thought we were rid of her, she shows up here. Why do the fates hate me?"
"I don't know," Harry replied, his eyes glued to the swell of Seraphina's arse.
"Come on then. Might as well get our first fail out the way," Ron said.
Harry followed his friend to the ingredient table.