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This was so sweet!!

Devil’s Claw

Summary: Dad Snape | Severus is hungover, and Abbie has the cure.

@hpcanon-oc-fest prompts: Potions + telling the truth, obviousness, hangover

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9th August 1994

By the time Abbie woke up and dragged herself downstairs, it was past midday, and for the first time in Spinner’s End, she was the only one up.

She’d been staying there for the summer, with just herself and Snape in the house. She didn’t consider herself that much of a late riser - on weekends during termtime, she was usually up after Hermione but before Parvati and Lavender - but it was impossible to get up any earlier than Snape. Sometimes Abbie wondered if her father even went to bed at all.

Today, however, he was nowhere to be seen. It was the day after her 14th birthday, and in the evening Snape had let her drink - real drink, not the butterbeer that was served at the Three Broomsticks, so weak that children could have it. He had even let her try his firewhisky, though she quickly turned down anything more than a sip and stuck to the bottle of wine he had procured for her.

It was the first time Abbie had ever gotten drunk. Snape had tried to restrict her intake, but Abbie had won him over with an insistence that she was going to get drunk eventually so she might as well get drunk with him to watch her.

Abbie had expected to discover exactly what a hangover felt like, but she felt absolutely fine. She knocked on her father’s bedroom door to check if he was awake, but heard nothing. She tried the door, but it was locked.

“Go away, Abigail,” Snape groaned from the other side of the door.

“Are you okay? It’s past midday.”

No response. She knocked again.

“Piss off!”

Abbie stifled a giggle. She may not be hungover, but he definitely was. She retreated, leaving the bat to mope in his cave, and made her way downstairs quietly.

She’d seen her mum hungover a few times. Not often - being a single mother doesn’t allow for much time for drinking - but enough that Abbie knew what a hungover adult was like: groggy, grumpy, hungry, and sporting a pounding headache.

Well, Snape was going to have to come out of his cave at some point, and when he did she didn’t want to have to put up with his grumpiness. So she busied herself in the kitchen, making the cooked breakfast that she made for him most mornings, but this time she added a few extra ingredients from his ingredient store in the basement.

She made a large mug of coffee just how he liked it - black with a sprinkle of cinnamon - and carried the tray up the stairs, wishing not for the first time that she could do magic outside of school. She knew she could get away with it - the Trace wouldn’t work as she was with Snape, so the Ministry wouldn’t be able to tell who was performing the magic, especially as she didn’t actually live there so they had no idea there even was an underage witch in the house. But she was less scared of the Ministry than she was of Snape, and she knew she’d be in big trouble if he caught her doing magic outside of school.

She balanced the tray in one hand and knocked on the door. There was no response, so she kept knocking until she heard grumbling and shuffling footsteps. Snape opened the door, his trademark irritable sneer on his face - which was significantly less effective when he was wearing an old grey nightgown and not his billowing robes.

“What?” he snapped.

“Are you hungover?”

“Obviously.”

“Well, I made breakfast. And coffee.” She held up the tray a little higher in case he hadn’t noticed it. “Mum always likes greasy food and caffeine when she’s hungover. And I added some Devil’s Claw as well, for the headache.”

Snape looked between Abbie and the tray, as if deciding whether to turn her away or not. He compromised by taking the tray from her and closing the door in her face.

“You’re welcome,” she muttered to the door before heading downstairs to make her own breakfast.

She was just clearing up in the kitchen when she heard the distant sound of the shower running. A little while after that, Snape appeared in the living room, looking considerably more alive than he had earlier. Abbie was sitting at her piano when he entered, and he approached her almost awkwardly.

He cleared his throat, and she looked up at him.

“Thank you,” he mumbled, clearly embarrassed. “The Devil’s Claw was a good idea. Five points to Gryffindor.”

“I don’t think you can give points during summer.”

“No? Oh, well, I tried. I’m going to the market today. Are you coming?”

“Am I invited?”

“Of course you bloody are. Are you coming or not?”

“Yeah, yeah, let’s go.”

They walked to the market; it was the local muggle market, and Snape suggested it was too risky to apparate there and back. It was on the other side of the town, however, and the heat was sweltering.

“How are you not overheating right now?” Abbie asked as she wiped a bead of sweat from her forehead. Snape was wearing muggle clothes, but he still managed to cover every inch of his skin with black fabric.

“It’s not that hot, Abigail.”

“It’s literally 25 degrees.”

“I barely feel it.”

“Yeah, well, you’re a freak of nature.”

“And you’re insolent and annoying.”

“You know, I always hoped that if I met my dad he’d be nice.”

“Sorry to disappoint. I can still wipe your memory if you like.”

“Too late. The whole school knows now. You’re stuck with me. Ha!”

Abbie grinned, and Snape rolled his eyes. “It seems we’re stuck with each other.”

“Could be worse.”

He looked at her, an eyebrow raised. “Could it?”

“Yeah. Better you than Lockhart.”

Snape snorted. “I’d hope your mother had better standards than Lockhart.”

“Dunno. She slept with you.”

“That’s enough of that. I regret inviting you along now.”

“Are you telling me to shut up?”

“At least until we get to the market, please. You’re going to bring my hangover back. Where did you get the idea for Devil’s Claw, by the way?”

“My brain.”

Snape smirked. “Good answer. I think you’ll make a great potioneer one day.”

“One day?” Abbie repeated with mock outrage. “I’m a great potioneer now.”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” Snape admonished, but he smirked. “You’ve got a lot to learn.”

“I’m not worried,” Abbie replied confidently.

“Oh? And why’s that?”

She looked up at him with a smile.

“I’ve got a great teacher.”

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First post of the fest!!

Annoyances of a tormented mind

Content: NSFW, smut, oc has a vagina, fingering, dom snape, severus x oc.

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PROMPT:

Astronomy

Sleeping under the stars

Fantastic drawing made by my beloved @dranna 💚

Severus Snape was a man bored with his monotonous life characterized by unsatisfying, sometimes very dangerous commitments and his damn classes.

During the preparations of potions by his hard-working little dick bees, his students, he had the opportunity to rest his limbs by reading a few books or enjoying watching the faces of desperate young students.

On that particular day, he noticed the absorbed gaze of a seventh-year student persistently watching him.

Fuck, he cursed inwardly because those eyes meant only one thing: student in love with her professor.

God, he hated teaching senior students for this reason as well.

The sexual desires of those young minds were amplified because of hormones.

He often punished testosterones with legs (a nickname he used for 16/17-year-old boys) touching the buttocks or breasts of their classmates.

Unfortunately, the worst part was quite another.

The female students who looked at his trouser flap with explicit interest.

Severus was a man who had a strict morality and work ethic.

Many of his colleagues would have taken advantage of those buxom young female students, but he ...

Oh, no.

He was simply fascinated by their change in behavior due to growth hormones.

He wasn't going to be their fucking guinea pig.

Severus came back to reality as with satisfaction he detected the classic burning smell of a cauldron.

"Rogers, your ability to collect T's in my subject matter is admirable. I am extremely moved, you can clean up the mess you made and get out of the classroom."

The seventh-year girl continued to admire him, and Severus felt slightly uncomfortable.

Screw it.

He had to do something to interrupt that unwelcome attention, and while maintaining eye contact with the student he used legilimency.

The truth hit him like a boulder: she was madly in love with him and could not help but desire him in the most daring and lustful ways possible.

Severus was observing, as if he were an omniscient narrator, a forbidden daydream of his student.

Stunned by those extremely lustful and erotic images he pushed away the mental contact he had made.

Damn it, he had been punished by his own curiosity.

He was ashamed of his own carnal desires because he felt his cock pulling in the flap of his pants.

An erection during a class like a horny teenager.

How he hated his body and those students.

They were not human beings but demons disguised as innocent souls to preserve appearances.

Severus keeping his usual icy and detached expression managed to finish the lesson.

His fervent Slytherin wit within minutes concocted a plan to indirectly punish the shamelessness of the student who had dared to give him that unexpected erection.

The plan unfolded in a matter of seconds, and with a deft movement, thanks to his decades of espionage activities, he placed in the girl's bag a small harmless vial that could be mistaken as ordinary pumpkin juice.

It was actually a potion that procured very vivid and almost real dreams.

Severus smiled smugly as he saw the hardworking little bees leave his classroom.

The girl would have died of frustration if she ever dared to dream of him in such daring positions again.

***

Unfortunately, the seventh-year student fell into her potions master's trap.

She unknowingly drank the contents of the vial believing it to be pumpkin juice forgotten for some reason in her bag.

She drank it to refresh herself during a particularly tiring reading of a book recommended by McGonagall for achieving a good grade for the N.E.W.T. final exam in her subject.

Suddenly the young woman felt her eyelids heavy and fell placidly asleep as she took one last look at the stars in Hogwarts Park with her back resting against a tree trunk.

She regretted to admit it, but in recent months the frequency of erotic dreams with her Potions master had increased exponentially.

In the morning when she woke up, she was a mess. Flaming face, sweat and that uncomfortable feeling between her legs.

Her intimacy moaned because she yearned to be satisfied by the professor's cock that she craved with all her soul.

She simply wanted to climb on top of his manly pelvis to impale herself and take what she needed.

She longed for his cock; she already knew it would fill her to perfection to the depths of her being.

She was certain that behind those cold, disenchanted eyes lurked a passionate man.

Conscious that she was dreaming she looked at Snape defiantly.

At least in the realm of Morpheus she could be daring and he... was the object of her games even if that dream was different from previous ones.

It seemed deliciously but also painfully true.

"Miss, you've got the process wrong again. What shall I do with you?" the potions master's voice reached her.

"Oh professor, you are right I am not good at preparing this potion. Why don't you punish me?" she whispered eagerly.

She noticed how she advanced with agility while her companions paid no attention to the two of them since they were focused on the cauldrons. After all, it was a dream and she was accountable to no one for her actions.

Severus without any grace lifted the skirt of her uniform and placed his elegant hand on her back to impart a gentle pressure.

The girl smiled excitedly as she leaned back against the work table and felt him fumbling with the zipper of his pants.

"You need a punishment, Miss," he whispered in her ear and teased her by biting her earlobe.

"So naughty and eager like a whore" the sound she perceived shortly after was one of pure bliss.

The professor slapped one of her buttocks.

She bit her lower lip as she spread her legs wider waiting for him.

She moved her butt back and forth to incite him.

He reached down with his hands, taking her white briefs, continued to move them down her thighs, toward her knees, unhurriedly. She trembled like a twig in the wind, uncontrolled.

"Squeeze hard" he freed her from the briefs and brushed between her legs.

His fingers played on her, making her play like a musical instrument, massaging her where she pulsed the hardest.

She wordlessly begged him.

He locked her waist with purely masculine force and sank inside her with a smooth thrust.

The sound of her wet pussy was deafening as Severus began to move without gentleness.

They were passionate, fierce thrusts driven by primal instincts.

"Fuck, how wet you are. I could fuck you all day and never get tired" he whispered in her ear in a voice laced with desire and with a curious northern inflection.

The work table began to shake as the thrusts of Severus's pelvis increased in intensity.

With a manly hand he pulled back her long hair and bit her neck as if he wanted to brand her.

Their pelvis were fused into each other, thrusting and interlocking to rob them of reason.

They had become like the wind: swaying, flapping, and finally the rhythm made sense.

Their animalistic passion turned into rapid, thoughtless flow, total in pleasure.

Like a mad accordion, panting, she bent with her whole body against the table, for Severus did not stop moving. She trembled, her legs like two blocks of marble, taking one last solo of sensation.

***

She awoke with her back still resting on the tree trunk. She had fallen asleep suddenly while reading and after drinking that strange pumpkin juice.

She raised her head to gaze at the stars.

Majestic, shining and mighty in their solitude.

Just like Him...

He decided to get up because he felt his body sweating and trembling.

Another dream.

She was too excited to make any sound of frustration.

"Fucking Snape" she whispered through clenched teeth.

She hoped.

She wanted.

She yearned.

She demanded.

He.

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HPC OC PROMPTS

As it’s a little difficult to have proper prompting for OC pairings, we’ve decided to have a theme of prompts! The theme this year is 7 Core Classes. The idea is, whatever your OC’s favorite/best class is, that’s the prompt list you choose from! If they liked an extracurricular or they don’t have a favorite class, then that’s perfectly fine, pick whatever you please. Prompt list below the cut.

Potions

Feelings bubble over

Going off-book

Unexpected reactions

Telling the truth

Obviousness

Cooking together

Getting sick

Luck

Mad science 

Poison/antidote

Drink me/eat me

Drunk decisions/hangover

Subtlety

Transfiguration

Difficult changes

Animalistic urges

Disguises

Makeover

Walks in the moonlight

Getting a pet

Breaking the law

Similarities

Game of Chess

Cat and mouse

Princess and the frog

Transformation

Set in stone

Herbology

Growing together

Planting seeds

Buried feelings

Out in nature

Reap what you sow

Weeding the garden

Pruning

Entanglement

Thorny

Turning a new leaf

Harvest

The apple doesn’t fall far

Charms

Floaty feelings

Arm candy

Finding what sticks

Height differences

Double trouble

Perfect movements

Accio gone wrong

Locked doors

Vanishing

Music to my ears

Corrections

Enchanted

History of Magic

History repeats itself

Breaking tradition

Ghosts of the past

Skeletons in the closet

Old flames

Bad habits

Legacy

Making history

Archaic

Portraits

Workaholic

Ancient magic

Defense Against the Dark Arts

First argument

Greatest fear

Chocolate

Light in the darkness

Monsters aren’t born, they’re made

Fighting for forever

Soulmates

Know thy enemy

Curse-breaking

Under a spell

Invisible

Resurrection

Astronomy

Rewrite the stars

Legends of old

Star-crossed lovers

Like night and day

Wishing on a star

Alignment 

Celestial Ball

New direction

Turning the tide

Phases

Sleeping under the stars

Sunrise/sunset

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