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“Harder,” Willow hissed as she pushed back against the man currently fucking her.


“Shut up,” he sneered as his hands gripped her hips and pulled her back towards him. There would be bruises on her pale flesh in the morning, that thought causing him to push in deeper, finding it exciting to mark her as his. Once they left this dingy hallway in this seedy pub, she’d be unable to forget him.


“God yes,” Willow mewled as his fingers twisted her clit, her head falling forward as her hands braced their weight. She couldn’t believe she was back, returning to this pub practically every night for the last two months, since that first time. She’d seen him across the room, surly and not particularly attractive, glowering at his mug of firewhiskey. There had been something about him that caught her interest, a darkness around him that she found alluring. He’d looked up then, black eyes catching green, his thin lips curving into a sneer that had caused a tremor of arousal when she should have just looked away.


They’d spent an hour glaring at one another across the pub until she’d finally stood up and given him a particular kind of look before going to the hallway that led to the restrooms. She hadn’t had to wait long. She was shoved into a shadowy corner of the hall, pressed against the wall, her panties pulled down and his long fingers delving into her soaking pussy before he’d suddenly thrust forward and stretched her. They’d fucked rough and hard, nothing at all gentle about their coupling.


There had been no talking, no names exchanged, just a descent into darkness for a few brief moments. She was past her dependence on dark magic, had no desire to use those magics again but could control them when she was required to use them, however she still had a fascination with the darkness. This man, this wizard, he wasn‘t a bad guy but there was darkness lingering around him and she craved it. She‘d told herself to stay away, to not return, knowing this wasn‘t healthy. She always came back, though. And he was always sitting at the table in the corner sneering at the world, waiting for her.


“So fucking tight,” he muttered as he fucked the pretty little redhead that was at least two decades younger than him. This was very unlike him. He normally came to this pub to get away from everything, to forget. That had changed when this tempting young redhead had come in, looking so fragile and innocent until he’d looked into her eyes and seen a maturity and knowledge of the darkness that had intrigued him. He had found himself acting completely out of character and following her into the hallway after seeing the invitation in her eyes, fucking her against the wall without even finding out her name.


When he had returned to the school, he had found himself distracted with thoughts of the complicated redheaded witch. The next night, he’d found himself returning, just to see if she showed up. When she had, they’d not wasted time, going into the shadowy corner and fucking again. He’d returned practically every night since, missing twice due to school obligations, hoping that Albus had not noticed his disappearances in the evening because there was no way he was discussing his nocturnal activities with the Headmaster.


“Deeper,” Willow begged, her muscles tightening around him, causing him to groan softly. He pushed in deeper, his fingers bruising her hips, his cock throbbing within her. She felt a hand on her small breast, his fingers twisting her nipple as he began to speed up. He was grunting, signaling that he was close, the redhead moaning as she felt the tension snap, biting into her arm to muffle her cry of pleasure as she came. He made a noise and soon she felt her pussy flooded with his release, his breath on her ear as he came.


He slid out of her, Willow shakily pulling up her panties and smoothing down her dress, not daring to look at him for fear he might see the truth in her eyes, might realize that she needed him, wanted his shades of darkness. She would leave and return to her room at the new Watcher’s Council and smile and act as though she had not been out late fucking some stranger in a hallway in a ratty old bar and wasn’t counting the minutes until she could be with him again. She ran a hand through her red hair as she made sure she didn’t look like someone that had just been properly fucked. Well, improperly fucked was more like it.


“I do believe this has continued long enough,” Severus said sharply as he zipped his trousers and fixed his robes. Green eyes looked at him and he saw what he had hoped to see. Worry and anxiety and, yes there in the depth, fear. With a sneer worthy of any Slytherin, he drawled, “I am Severus Snape.”


Willow studied him a moment before she smiled shyly and said, “I’m Willow Rosenberg. It’s nice to meet you, Severus.”

*the end*