Snape Dragons and Dance Lessons

Allegra had cleaned only three things when she reentered the Great Hall for the second time that night: the table, and hers and Severus’ chair. Setting down a second stack of essays onto the cleaned table she looked down at the soiled papers on the floor, she could make them rewrite it, or just fail them all, or just excuse the essay for the class… Lost in her contemplation she didn’t notice the students that began to trickle in, looking lost and forlorn as they took in their havoc.

“Professor Sabria?” the voice startled Allegra and she jumped slightly in her chair as she looked over the table at the smart, and annoying, one of the Potter Trio.

“What?” she snapped at the girl, instantly remembering that it had been the Gryffindor and Slytherin papers that she had been grading. Oooohhhh she was so failing all of their papers!

“We don’t have anything to clean with.” Hermione said smartly and Allegra glared intently at the girl, if her tone had been a little more cheeky she could have easily gotten away with giving the girl detention. Rolling her eyes at the girl she pulled her wand from within her fresh robes, black and detailed with the tracings of emerald ivy wrapping around it. Waving her wand, cleaning supplies instantly appeared at the foot of the stairs that lead to the Professor’s table.

“There you are Ms. Granger, now get to work.” She said shortly, not missing the hard look that the bushy haired girl gave her before she turned and flounced down the steps. Sighing Allegra sat back in her chair and ran her fingers through her hair. She had be absolutely livid when she had stepped out of the shower, only to find that the food had done some irrefutable damage to the enchantment that was on her hair, and begrudgingly she had removed the charm that kept her hair the way she currently fancied sporting it. Now, Allegra’s hair fell how it naturally was, long golden yellow locks that tumbled down to the middle of her back in loose curls.

During her days at Hogwarts, as a student that was, she had been the envy of many girls for having such naturally beautiful hair, but once she had become a part of the popular muggle world, she found it was easier to enchant her hair to look short. With her hair enchanted she could also make it look any color, something that most performance companies loved about her, that she would do anything to her hair. Allegra roughly grabbed a strand of her long curls and held it up to her eyes, scrutinizing it, hoping to find a split end maybe, or a straight hair, or, even thought she was way too young, a grey hair! But instead all she saw under her harsh glare was perfect ends, curls, and a brilliant golden yellow.

Suddenly the hall was once again filled with noise as Severus lead the Slytherin’s into the room, a pug faced girl screeching about how this work was beneath her, a couple of others following her threats of telling their parents about this. Severus merely silenced the pug faced girl with a glare and shoved a mop into her hand before he walked away, taking his seat next to Allegra. Severus thumped down a stack of essays all his own and silently began to get to work. Slowly his head turned to the side to look at Allegra, who after being dismissed so easily, had returned to glaring at her hair.

“Professor Sabria what happened to your hair?” He questioned slowly and Allegra turned to stare evenly at him, she was not a happy witch.

“The food ruined the enchantment on my hair, this is how my hair actually looks.” She tossed her head, flicking the hair back over her shoulder. “Probably won’t be able to fix it until tomorrow, until then I have to deal with this mess of hair.” Severus nodded his head and returned to his own essays. And just like that the boring night had once again reached an all time low level of boring. Allegra finished her essay correcting quickly, barely skimming through the stack of paper from the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw class. Sighing Allegra sat her elbow on the table, plopping her chin into her hand she looked boardly out over the sullen group of students. She smirked softly, reveling in their misery, even though inadvertently it was causing her misery as well.

Slowly Allegra began to feel her eyes begin to fill with lead, the soft sound of Severus’ quill scratching against parchment mixed with the hush of the students cleaning and the great clock that lay outside the Great Hall’s ticking. A loud yawn escaped her and Allegra slowly moved her free hand to politely cover her mouth. Slowly she crossed her arms on top of the table and laid her head down, telling herself she was only going to rest her eyes for a moment… or two…..

It was barely an hour later when Severus set aside the last graded essay and laid down his quill. He turned his head to looked at what Allegra was doing, only to find her fast asleep, her arms crossed on the table, head on top, chest rising evenly with deep breaths. He sighed and looked away rubbing his forehead with his hand, he would have to once again carry her to her chambers. Quietly he stood and walked around the table, gesturing for the students to come closer.

“I will be taking Professor Sabria back to her quarters for the night, you will all continue your detention until I return, no one is to speak.” He finished firmly, looking at all of them and a few gulped before nodding. “And don’t think about leaving until I return and excuse every one of you myself.” He hissed before quickly returning to Allegra’s side. Softly he pulled her back into his arm, stooping to slip his other arm beneath her legs, he stood, her body cradled close to his. Ignoring the staring students he made his way from the Great Hall, quietly swooping through the halls as they descended to the dungeons.

Finally Severus had deposited Allegra into her bed, turning down the roaring fire in the hearth the turned to leave when he felt warmth envelope his hand. Slowly he looked down to see a small, cream colored hand holding his tightly. Allegra was slightly sitting up, her eyes still over halfway closed in exhaustion.

“Don’t go.” She pleaded softly, her tired eyes looking up at his shocked face. “Please, stay with me.” Slowly Severus stepped back towards the bed and Allegra laid back down, her hand still not releasing his. He again stepped forward, but her hand held even tighter, tugging down slightly. Frowning, Severus sat on the edge of her bed, and her hand relaxed, but still didn’t let go. Allegra smiled at him before her eyes finally closed and her chest resumed rising and falling softly. Severus stared down at Allegra, his mind reeling with questions. Why did he stay? Why was he still there? Why did he sit? Why did he call her just Allegra earlier? The why’s and what if’s filled his mind until one popped to the front of his mind. He hesitated, he knew it was wrong, that he shouldn’t, but that had never stopped him before. Steadying himself he focused on Allegra’s face and let himself fall into the trance of Legilimens.

Severus felt himself fall into what he knew was a dream, the dream that Allegra was currently having. He could tell the dream was a mix of memory and imagination, the overall feel of the dream was rather cloudy, happy. He looked at where he currently was, the potions classroom. The seats were filled with bodies of students taking pre-class notes, except for one student, Allegra. The long blonde haired girl smirked as she used her wand to shorten her skirt a little more, way too much of her creamy white thighs showing for even the new relaxed uniform policy. The girl sitting next to Allegra giggled and nudged the blonde who looked over at the girl, who was obviously her friend.

“Do you think he’ll notice this time?” Allegra asked quietly as she pretended to write down notes of her own. Severus looked around slightly confused, he thought this dream was memory and imagination, but so far all he had seen had been memory.

“How could he not? I mean you’re practically covering nothing!” Allegra’s friend giggled and quickly turned back to her notes as the back door slammed open. Severus turned to watch himself walk in before looking back down at Allegra, she was biting her lip, her eyes taking in every bit of him as his robes billowed behind him. The dream him didn’t even glace at Allegra as he stalked by, quickly going to the front and putting up the potion to be brewed for the day. Allegra was pouting next to her friend who was patting her back softly when the class was interrupted.

“Ms. Sabria if you would please come up here.” The dream Severus said, and he watched as Allegra quickly perked up and ran to the front of the room, her short skirt swaying to reveal a flash of red lace underwear. The real Severus slowly walked towards the front of the room, hearing the hushed conversation that he and Allegra were having.

“-Detention, and you will be fixing your skirt immediately.” The dream him said harshly as he looked down at the short skirt. He remembered having said something close to that in an incident like this that had happened in her seventh year at Hogwarts.

“But Professor isn’t there anything I can do to change your mind?” Allegra pleaded softly, biting her lip and looking up at him hopefully as her left hand slid up her thigh to bunch the fabric at her waist, clearly showing the side of the red lace panties. And here comes the imagination Severus thought dryly as he watched the dream him look at her exposed thigh before licking his own lips and holding his hand out.

“If you’re so determined to get out of detention then.” The real Severus noticed that the rest of the students vanished as Allegra grabbed the dream Severus’ hand and was pulled closer by him. Severus watched shocked as the dream him shoved Allegra roughly against his desk, his hands slipping under her skirt as his lips pushed hard against hers. Allegra moaned into the kiss, her hands linking through his hair as she tugged at it softly. Smirking against his lips she hooked a leg on his hip and the dream Severus quickly hoisted Allegra onto the desk. What Severus could only imagine as bruisingly hard, the dream him grabbed Allegra’s hips and jerked her towards the edge of the desk, stepping between her legs as his lips reattached to hers.

“Oh, Severus!” Allegra’s moan broke through the silent room and the real Severus quickly came to his senses turning away from the scene. “Please, take me!” her cry echoed off the walls, and for the first time in years, Severus had to bite his lip to maintain self control. He couldn’t believe how a dream had his body so riled up, something that never happened unless he wanted it. But after a couple of moans coming from that dream girl’s mouth, his self control was melting away like butter. Severus had almost pulled from the dream when he heard it.

“Yes!” the cry of pleasure was enough to jolt the Potions Master all the way back to reality with enough force to knock him from the bed to the floor. Severus looked up, startled, from his place on the floor, at Allegra. Her white teeth were softly biting her plump bottom lip, her face scrunched up slightly, and her body was tense. In a flash Severus was on his feet, all but running from the room when he spotted the clock on the far wall, he had spent almost an hour in Allegra’s mind. Severus tried to use the same techniques he always used to clear his mind, but he kept hearing that moan, and that amazing cry of plea-detention, dunderheads, must dismiss. He fought to keep his mind on track as he entered the Great Hall.