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Kinky Kristmas Fic: Letting Her Hair Down (Minerva/Severus) 
9th December 2013 21:00
Kristmas Wish Fulfilled for: [info]writcraft
From: [info]centaury_squill

Title: Letting Her Hair Down
Characters/Pairings: Minerva/Severus, (side pairing Fleur/Roger)
Rating: R
Kinks/Themes Included: Voyeurism, exhibitionism
Word Count: ~ 1930
Summary/Description: Minerva and Severus take a short break from their responsibilities.
Author's Notes: A little addition to chapter 23 of Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.


Minerva McGonagall sat down thankfully at the staff table and reached up a hand to straighten the thistle wreath on the brim of her pointed hat. Ludo Bagman was an entertaining companion, but rather an energetic dancer. Slipping off her shoes, she wriggled her abused toes and cast an unobtrusive bruise-heal charm.

Over on their raised platform, the Weird Sisters struck up another fast tune. Minerva tutted. That young man really had no idea how to play the bagpipes. Still, at least Ludo had found another victim; she winced in sympathy as he whirled Pomona ruthlessly around the dance floor. Minerva slid her feet back into her shoes, sat upright in her chair, and checked on her charges. They all appeared to be behaving themselves: Mr Longbottom was dancing with Miss Weasley (Minerva made a mental note to teach her the bruise-heal charm); Miss Granger was still fascinating that dour Durmstrang Quidditch player; Mr Potter and Mr Weasley...

... were nowhere to be seen. Frowning, Minerva scanned the tables surrounding the dance floor. Still no sign of them. Her gaze passed on to the doorway, where a knot of revellers had just entered, arms slung round each other's shoulders, waving bottles of wine. She was glad to see there were no Gryffindors among them, or indeed any Hogwarts pupils at all: they looked mainly to be members of the Durmstrang contingent. Not her problem. But, come to think of it, where was Igor Karkaroff? She didn't remember seeing him at all since the meal ended and the dancing began.

Her eye was suddenly caught by the billowing robes of someone who had entered the Great Hall behind the Durmstrang youths. At first she couldn't be sure who it was: had Karkaroff returned, belatedly, to his duty? Then the carousing throng fell obligingly apart and she recognised the familiar figure, a light dusting of snow crystals sparkling in his black hair – Severus Snape, whose dark gaze caught and held her own. In his expression she read simmering fury, and a kind of bewildered appeal which had her out of her chair in a moment and picking her way across the dance floor towards him.

By the time she reached Severus he had schooled his features into a bland mask, but she felt, without knowing how, that he was glad that she had joined him. His first words, however, were caustic.

"You wouldn't believe how many young exhibitionists are out there –" with a contemptuous jerk of his thumb towards the door, "– canoodling among the rose bushes."

"Oh my," replied Minerva. "None from my house, I hope? I did notice that Potter and Weasley are not inside. Are they –?"

"Not canoodling," Severus said grimly. "They are spying on private conversations."

"Not yours, surely, Severus?" Minerva asked, wondering who he would be having a private conversation with. Hoping to change the subject, she nodded at the Durmstrang students, who were now swigging freely from their wine bottles, and added, "And who is supposed to be keeping them in order? Where is Igor Karkaroff?"

To her amazement, a look of absolute fury – and something else, surely not fear? – swept across Severus' face.

"Not you too, Minerva," he said, his voice low and shaking.

And with a bad-tempered flourish of his wand in the direction of the carousing Durmstrangers, he turned on his heel and stalked out of the Great Hall.

Pausing only to note that one of them had stopped in mid swig, choking and grimacing, Minerva followed him.

*

Severus was striding along so quickly that he was almost out of sight by the time Minerva left the Great Hall. She followed in his wake, between the rose bushes lit by dancing fairies carrying tiny lanterns, past the stone statues of Father Christmas and his reindeer, to the fountain, where she found him standing as still as one of the statues.

Minerva stood quietly beside him, gazing into the glittering spray of the fountain as it wavered in the fairylight.

"Is there something wrong, Severus?" she asked at last.

Severus stirred, winced, clasped his left arm in a gesture which Minerva remembered seeing him make several times of late.

"Nothing you can help," he said, his voice clipped.

"But –" Minerva began, then stopped. Her acute hearing had caught a rustling sound in the bushes on the far side of the fountain, followed by a low moan. She glanced at Severus, who arched an eyebrow resignedly, muttering something uncomplimentary about hormonal teenagers.

Together the two professors approached the bush, which was now shaking violently. They caught a glimpse of two figures swaying in a passionate kiss; Severus drew his wand to teach the miscreants a lesson, but Minerva placed her hand on his arm, stopping him. A group of stray fairies from the rose garden flew over, flickering lanterns held high, as if they too were interested in what was going on.

In the rose-coloured light it now became apparent who the two lovers were: Roger Davies – Ravenclaw, Minerva said to herself, with quiet satisfaction – and Fleur Delacourt, of Beauxbatons. Her first instinct was to reprove the two youngsters and order them back to the Great Hall, but the words died on her lips as, with entranced tenderness, Roger Davies released the clasps on Fleur's robe and eased it back from her shoulders, revealing her in all her naked Veela glory.

Minerva felt Severus' almost imperceptible trembling beside her as he, like her, stared transfixed at the scene playing out in front of them. Fleur was leaning back in her lover's arms; reflecting sparks of light from the fairy lanterns, her silvery blonde hair poured like silk over her shoulders and pooled around her upthrust breasts, partly concealing them from the avid gaze of the onlookers. With an impatient shake of her head she freed her nipples, rosy and peaked, to be pinched and rolled under her lover's clumsy, urgent fingers. Giving a high-pitched cry of Veela triumph, she placed her hands on top of his head and urged him lower.

With a deep, almost pained groan, Davies sank to his knees and buried his face between Fleur's thighs. The groan was echoed by Severus, so quietly that Minerva could barely hear it, but Fleur suddenly seemed to be aware that she had an audience. She flung back her head, pouted her lips, and widened her blue eyes; a spark of mischief lit them as she began to gyrate her hips and sensuously stroke her lover's hair. Feeling a movement beside her, Minerva glanced sideways at Severus, who was in the act of thrusting his hand deep into his robes. Minerva quickly seized his hand and held it firmly: she would not give that Beauxbatons hussy the satisfaction of seeing a Hogwarts professor openly masturbating in front of her.

After one quick clenching of his fingers in her grasp Severus seemed to accept her restraint and stood quietly beside her, his face tense, as the couple in front of them continued to perform. For it was a performance: Minerva was in no doubt of that. Fleur was proudly, defiantly, flaunting her Veela heritage of sensual sexuality, and it affected them all, from young Davies drunk with the scent and taste of her quim, to Severus aquiver with denied desire, to herself – yes, what effect, Minerva thought, does it have on me?

Long repressed, her once strong sexual nature had reawoken; under the Veela influence, Minerva relived the passionate episodes of her youth, remembering the young Muggle she'd loved and lost, all those years ago.

"Dougal," she murmured under her breath. "Oh, Dougal...."

*

Minerva was so caught up in her memories of the past that she barely noticed when Severus sent the amorous pair back to the castle, with a beautifully crafted Obliviate which left them believing they'd been indulging in a lengthy snogging session, nothing more. She only came back to the present when she felt Severus remove her pointed hat, and his clever fingers busying themselves in her hair.

"What are you doing, Severus?" she gasped.

"Letting down your hair, Minerva," he murmured, his voice low and caressing. "It's not just young girls who are beautiful tonight. There's magic in the air. Look!" He turned her around, and hand-in-hand they approached the fountain. Minerva drew in her breath with wonder at the enchanting sight.

She must have seen the fountain in its stone basin many times in the past as she walked around the grounds of Hogwarts, but now it was different, transformed. The circular basin gleamed like gold, and in the fluid which filled it she could see beautiful fish, seahorses and even miniature merpeople disporting themselves with glee. The fountain itself seemed to have come alive: stone tritons raised stone shells to each other in joyful toasts as jets of liquid shot bubbling high into the air before pattering down into the basin.

"That's never water," Minerva said, narrowing her eyes. "It looks more like champagne!"

"It is," Severus said, smiling. With a snap of his fingers he conjured two champagne flutes which floated through the air towards the fountain.

Minerva watched as the glasses tilted towards the stream of wine and then, filled, began to bob back towards them, avoiding a gaggle of fairies bearing lanterns, who, judging by their hiccups, had been sampling the champagne spray from the fountain. Severus plucked the glasses out of the air and handed one to Minerva.

"To the here and now," he said, clinking his champagne flute against hers, then taking a sip.

Minerva was momentarily puzzled, then remembered something Dumbledore had told her, in strictest confidence, when Severus had joined the Hogwarts staff. Of course. Severus, of all people, knew what it was to love and lose someone.

"To the here and now," she echoed, adding, "and to us, Severus." And she took a sip of the delicious chilled champagne.

Whether from the remnants of the Veela magic or something else, Minerva in that moment felt young again. She saw admiration and desire in Severus' dark eyes, and didn't resist as he gently removed her robes, her hair gleaming silver, not grey, in the moonlight.

The silk of his dress robes whispered around her bare skin as he bent her slowly back over the rim of the basin.

"Come for me, Minerva," he murmured, kissing his way down her body, caressing her most intimate parts with lips and tongue, then kissing his way back up. His fingers stroked, explored, fondled.

She tasted herself on his tongue as he kissed her mouth, and lifted her legs to welcome him, the aches and stiffness of encroaching age for the moment forgotten. Babbling incoherently, Severus began to push his cock inside her.

"Why, Severus!" she exclaimed, her Scottish accent more pronounced than usual. "I didnae realise ye were sae big!"

He stopped, looking down at her, and smiled. Then, casting a wordless lubrication charm to ease his passage, he began to thrust slowly in and out, groaning with pleasure at each stroke.

Over his shoulder, Minerva saw that the statues of Father Christmas and his reindeer had come to life and left the rose garden, to stand around the fountain basin and watch herself and Severus make love. Her eye was caught by Father Christmas: he winked cheerfully and extended his hand benevolently towards them. Minerva smiled her thanks.

Then she returned her full attention to Severus as, hips moving in unison in a slow, sensual rhythm, they both forgot past pain and future fears alike, in a joyful celebration of their present.

- fin -
Comments 
10th December 2013 06:37
HAWWWWWWT

So very hot!

10th January 2014 14:33
Thank you! (Love your icon.)




10th December 2013 10:11
What fun! I love your descriptions of the magical garden with the beautiful lights and the fairies. Veela magic is obviously potent stuff! It's lovely to see Minerva and Severus have a little pleasure in the present.

PurpleFluffyCat x
10th January 2014 14:37
Heh, I stole the garden from JKR, but I must admit to embellishing it. ;)
Veela magic certainly did the trick for Minerva and Severus, I'm so glad you enjoyed it.

Thank you!
10th December 2013 14:26
Very nice. I do have a soft spot for this pairing and I rather enjoyed Fleur's little show as well. *g* Great job.
10th January 2014 14:39
Thanks so much, hon! I haven't written much het, but I must say I have a bit of a thing for this pairing, too. *g*
10th December 2013 17:11
The voyeurism was amazing! Fleur is such a little minx, putting on a show like that. I thoroughly approve of her owning her sexuality. And Severus! He's such a romantic. <3
10th January 2014 14:42
Thank you! Fleur is cetainly making the most of her Veela heritage. ;)
And I'm sure Minerva appreciates Severus' attentions...
11th December 2013 00:26
YAY!!!! I have been eagerly awaiting my gift and this is just lovely.

Thank you so much for writing such a lovely piece. I loved Severus all miffed about Harry listening into his conversations - that dialogue is just perfect.

The ending made me feel all warm and happy. I have such a fondness for Minerva and Severus finding happiness and I love that they found it together.

The Fleur/Roger was also DELICIOUS :D

Thank you so much <3
10th January 2014 14:44
Thanks so much for your lovely comments, I'm delighted that you enjoyed your gift.
11th December 2013 01:06
Very nice! I especially like that magic of the fairies and the fountain.
10th January 2014 14:54
Thank you! (I like the thought of those champagne-tippling fairies myself *g*)
11th December 2013 05:20
Oh that was sweet! I love all the little wizardly details (and LoLed at the throwaway line That young man really had no idea how to play the bagpipes. not what I expected of the Weird Sisters - but so plausible!). Nice to know that even Snape and Minerva are not immune to Veela charm (or at least able to pretend so). Fits so nicely into canon that I may get confused in future. Bravo.
10th January 2014 14:55
Thanks so much! I'm delighted you enjoyed my canon tweaking. ;D
11th December 2013 21:18
*fans self*

That was unexpectedly hot, but scrummy. :-)

I can see Fleur being proud of/owning her sexuality and her Veela nature affecting those who happen to be around. Lucky Minerva! I esp. like that Severus was so deeply affected. Poor repressed fellow would be! Nicely done! Brava!Bravo!
10th January 2014 15:04
Lucky Minerva indeed, I wouldn't mind being in her shoes. ;)
Thanks so much!
12th December 2013 02:19
Oh, I do love me some Severus/Minerva (Severva?) - and this was lovely. Unique plot, using Fleur like that, and very picturesque!
10th January 2014 15:08
Heh, "Severva" - I like that!

Thanks for your comment, I'm so glad you enjoyed it. ♥
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