When the accident had happened, Professor Severus Snape had protested greatly about having to go to the infirmary. He hated being fussed over, as some men do. He complained so much about going, that Professor Dumbledore himself had to be summoned from his office to escort him down there; looking a fright with his hands covered with blood and eyebrows singed off. It had been an exploding cauldron and he was sure, he was almost certain, it had something to do with the Potter Trio; as he liked to call them. They consisted of Harry Potter himself, a ginger imbecile called Ron Weasley and a stuck up little cow called Hermione Granger with hair so bushy it was practically pubic. He hated all three of them as much as they hated him it seemed and although there was no evidence whatsoever to support his bitter accusation, he was still sure it was them. In actual fact it had been Neville Longbottom’s cauldron which had exploded. That should not have come as a surprise to Snape, Mr.Longbottom was a most unfortunate, accident prone young man, but still he wanted to pass the blame onto the Potter Trio.
He complained about it to Dumbledore all the way there, saying that it can’t have just been an accident as no-one else got hurt. Dumbledore admitted it was an unusual circumstance, but not a likely homicide attempt from a second year. The kids were twelve years old for gods-sake.
Actually, Snape felt quite miserable and the thought that he wouldn’t have to teach for a while was welcome. He did actually feel quite crap as well. His head hurt and his hands were killing him. Also, alarmingly, he felt quite faint.
When he got there, he was ushered to a bed by Madam Pomfrey, who made him strip behind a screen and get into a hospital robe (backless and embarrassing - but still, he didn’t really have a choice if he was to be cared for) and get into the bed.
He slid beneath the light cotton sheets and rested his head against the pillow. She gave him some painkillers and told him it would probably be best for him to stay the night so she could keep an eye on him and make sure he was actually getting some sleep, but he would be fine to go back to his own chambers the next day and of course, to teach. He argued that an overnight stay was most unnecessary and a bit over the top, but she gave him one of her more glacier-like looks and he rested his head back down on the pillow, muttering to himself. She brought him some food at supper time and then at 10 o’clock, the lights were dimmed and he closed his eyes. The infirmary was unusually quiet. No other exploded or deformed students for that day it seemed.
He snuggled down beneath the sheets and tried to clear his mind of thoughts that may keep him awake. He felt a bit uncomfortable in the backless gown. He was accustomed to sleeping naked and felt restrained in most normal sleep attire; pyjamas etc. He sat up and pulled the string round his neck which kept it together and slipped the cotton off. He folded it haphazardly and put it under the bed. He sank down again, feeling a bit more comfortable. If he woke early enough, he’d put it back on to protect his modesty from Madam Pomfrey.
He turned over to face the other direction and jumped; there was someone sat on the opposite bed, watching him.
"How are you feeling, Professor Snape?" it was one of the young medi-witches he’d seen about in the infirmary before.
"I’m alright, what the hell do you think you’re doing?"
"Checks, this is what I do."
"You sit and stare at the children?"
"No."
He frowned at her and sat up a bit, pulling the covers up with him to cover his chest.
"I just thought I’d better keep an eye on you."
He looked at her pretty medi-witch uniform. She had a nice white head piece with a red cross on it in the middle, just above her forehead. It was a bit like a nuns habit. Then she had on a sleeveless white dress with the same motif between her breasts. She was pretty, with pale brown eyes and shoulder-length dark brown hair. She was smiling.
"Well, I’m fine, thank you Miss, you can go and do whatever it is you do."
She stood and bent over him, plumping the large white, duck-feather pillow behind his head. Her smell exploded within his nostrils, a smell of honey and cream, of woman and pheromone. His face was an inch away from her heaving cleavage.
"I’m doing what it is that I have to do."
"I see." He felt quieted by the sight before him. It had been a while since he had been that close to a pair of breasts and it was nice. She looked down at him staring at her cleavage and he noticed her smile to herself, a smile small that most would not immediately notice, but Snape paid great attention to detail. That was how he read people so well.. He had a strange feeling that she was not really supposed to be in the infirmary that late. There was no real reason for her to be there at all considering he was the only patient in there and there was nothing really wrong with him anyway. Nothing that needed that amount of care anyhow. She stood upright again and looked at him, her head turning on one side a little, like she was thinking.
"Do you remember teaching me?" she asked.
"No, I’m sorry, I don’t." In honesty, he really didn’t remember teaching her at all. He’d taught a lot of brown-haired, brown-eyed girls over the last thirteen years and he marked a lot of papers…. Most of the students kind of blended into one mass of hormone and acne after teaching for that long.
"You don’t remember me at all?"
He shook his head, slowly.
She looked dismayed.
"Well, that won’t do, will it now? I’ll have to jog your memory a little. Now keep still, Professor, do as the nurse tells you, this won’t hurt a bit as long as you do as you are told. You must always do as you are told in this infirmary."
He watched in total shock as she gripped the top corner of the cover and flung it back to reveal his naked body.
"What do-"
"Now, just be a good potions master and let me take care of you."
She bent down onto her knees and took his cock in her right hand, curling fingers in a fist around it. He was actually half way to erection anyway, after the cleavage-in-face incident, so it didn’t take her long to get him fully erect. Her grip tightened and she began to rub it hard, placing a thumb on the underside of the head, pushing on the sensitive part. He was is such surprise, he could barely accept what was going on, except that he knew he was enjoying it, despite the surprise. She showed no mercy, pumping hard and tight and watching him with a curious expression all the while.
"Now, do you remember me?" she asked softly.
He wished he could say yes, but he could not. He didn’t see the point in lying. He shook his head and realised his mouth was open. He closed it. She came to kneel up on the end of the bed between his splayed legs. She removed the head piece and let it fall to the floor. Her hair, silken looking in the dim lighting of the infirmary, fell loosely about her shoulders, framing that sumptuous looking cleavage. Her hands began to sweep up the insides of his legs. He felt a little shy being totally naked in front of this stranger, but would never have said it.
"Well then, I’m going to have to try and jog your memory again aren’t I? You’d think you might have remembered one of your star potions pupils. I’m a bit disappointed, I have to say."
She took his cock again in her right hand and settled down to lay between his gaping thighs on her left hand side. Her hair trailed across his leg and made him shiver. Her head was close to the tip of his penis and he so wanted it to be closer. She blew across it with a gentle sigh and it made him close his eyes with the pleasure of anticipation, the gentle heat warming the and preparing the sensitive nerves for future stimulation.
"My first name at least?"
"I’m terribly sorry…."
She brought her other hand up to grapple the erection and guide it into her wet and syrupy warm mouth. He sighed. She sucked slowly at first, feeling about with her wriggling tongue to familiarize herself with him. Her right hand rubbed up and down slowly, to tease and to encourage. His hands found the back of her head, fingers intertwining with the sleek locks of her chocolate brown hair. Her tongue began to flick the yearning ridge at the back of the head, each tender stroke making him jerk a little and bite his lip. Then she returned to simple sucking again. She was expert at the task. She made him feel like his engorged cock was like some king of non-melting delicious tasting ice-lolly. Her tongue ran in lines of pressure right from the base and then up to the top again, to rest and to suck slowly and then fast, encircling the tip with a fast circumference. He felt a little pre-cum emerge and hoped it didn’t mean he was about to begin that descent into mindless ecstasy just yet, he wanted to know what else she was prepared to do to jog his memory. It was rare he got to play around with the opposite sex in such a fashion. He flexed his toes a little in pleasure and pulled her hair gently, just to let her know he was still with her. And then without warning, she raised her head and stopped the sucking to just look up and smile at him wantonly.
"My name is Miss Kitty Howarth, will you promise me you’ll remember that in the future, please?"
"Oh Merlin, yes, I will, just don’t stop!" he whispered in that silken lull.
She smiled again and stood upright on the end of the bed, wobbling a little as she got to her feet, unsteady with desire. She bent to clasp the hem of her white robes and then she pulled them clean over her head. She was naked beneath and a glory to behold, a curvy little minx with large breasts and hips and a cute trimmed little pubic mound. She tossed the dress down with her head dress and came back down to sit astride him. She sat barely an inch above the worried tip of his twitching penis.
"Will you do whatever the nurse tells you, Professor?" she asked, gripping the erection in her fist again and rubbing the swollen tip over her slick opening; wet and inviting.
"Yes, yes, yes." He said in an almost irritated tone. She rubbed again and he arched his neck back. He felt the electricity of absolute arousal dip down inside his belly and send sparks up through his heart. He felt as though his entire life source and spirit energy was concentrated in his cock. He wanted to be inside her, he wanted to feel that tight ring of feminine muscle ensnare him.
She pulled his cock back so it was directly beneath her opening and then slid herself slowly down on top of it, inch by inch until he was totally within her. She circled her hips about him, teasing the shaft, from the base right to the tip.
"Now, Mr, what’s my name?"
"Kitty Howarth."
She smiled and began to slowly sidle up and down on him, thrust, thrust, thrust. His hands raised and sought out those milky bosoms in the semi-darkness, feeling a nipple on each palm as he found them. His senses were drunk with her smell and the feelings she gave him and he still could hardly believe it was happening. Although he really could not place her face from anywhere except the infirmary, he would definitely remember her now.
She slid up and down on his solid cock, placing her palms on his chest for extra support. He began to raise his hips to meet with her thrusts; so it was a hard, yet irregular rhythm. His hands slid down to squeeze her slender waist and then around to her bottom to grip hard and to pull her with even more force onto his shaft. Faster and faster, she rode him, his hands roaming her constantly, urging her on. Then she stopped the movement with one last sudden jerk. She swayed a little above him and then sat still, panting softly.
"Don’t want to risk making a complete cliché out of myself, Professor Snape, but I want you to say my name again. Say it."
"Kitty." He said. He felt utterly entranced by the seductive young nurse and former pupil.
"That’s not my full name though is it?" she said, raking her nails across his chest. He ran one finger across her left nipple gently and smiled at her.
"Miss Kitty Howarth."
She smiled softly at him and began to buck gently again, rocking her hips slowly and softly again atop his lap. She had control of him, her welded grip of his cock, her eyes staring into his. Why couldn’t he remember her? Seven years he must have known her if she truly was an ex-pupil. You don’t forget anyone you see on a regular basis for seven years, no matter how distant the relationship.
"Where you scared of me when I was your teacher, Miss Howarth?"
"Aren’t all your students afraid of you?"
He laughed softly to himself. Yes, it was true. All his pupils seemed to have a fear of him.
"I suppose I am a bit of a bastard."
"Well, right now you’re a poorly bastard so shut up and let me look after you."
"You call this being looked after?"
"I’ve never looked after anyone better." She grinned and swayed a little faster on him, making his eyes close slowly with pleasure. His rough hands came up to grip her thighs tight. His thumbs dug hard into her flesh, but it was good.
"Kitty." He moaned after a while. She smiled to herself and worked hard on him, beginning to feel a fine layer of sweat on her back and arms from all the effort she was putting in.
Snape was delirious, though he was getting a little tired of her doing all the work. It would be on a very blue moon indeed when he would be known to let a woman do all the work in the bedroom. He liked to give a woman something to think about when he fucked her, something to ponder over when he had left her to it.
"Now Miss Howarth, if you don’t mind too much I’d like you to get off me so I can give you some of this in return. I can’t have you doing all of this with me just lying here."
"But with you being poorly, I thought it might be best for you to lie here and let me do all that needed to be done."
"I feel better, now get on your back before I report you for improper misconduct."
She moved off of him and lay down on her back.
"What a minx you are, Miss Howarth." He knelt up between her parted legs and stroked his fingers down the length of her body, her skin lubricated with sweat sliding beneath his skin. He took hold of one of her ankles and lifted her leg high up, high enough for it to rest comfortably on his shoulder. Then he pulled her close to him and gripped her buttocks hard.
"Come one," she said, wiggling her delightfully tender little backside in his hands.
"What makes you think I should?"
"You just said you wanted to, come on, don’t fuck around."
He smiled a small smile that showed just how entertained he was by her antics.
He pushed her leg up higher and slid his solid erection back into where it felt so tight and snug before. She purred and squirmed in equal measures. That was when he began to slowly jam himself in and out of her. In that position, he found it was possible to immerse himself completely in her, right up to his balls. He bit his lip so hard with the pleasure he thought he could taste a trickle of blood, but as he wiped his chin he realised it was just the stinging salt of sweat.
"Fuck me, fuck me, Professor, aah, aaaah." He could feel by the clenching muscles about himself she was beginning to come.
"Aaah, aaah, Professor Snape, aah, you’re tooo good. Ahh, I’m going to…ahh…"
He let himself go completely and sent her over the edge by thrusting as hard as he could, the sound of his abdomen smacking against the back of her thigh echoed loudly in the infirmary. Then he felt his orgasm rush over him like a tidal wave and he fell down atop her, squashing her leg hard against her.
In the silence, they shifted positions so they were both comfortable and could let their breathing get back to a normal, steady pace.
He looked over at her, head thrown back in the same position as when she had moaned out her ecstasy.
"I’m going to have to go." She said eventually. Before she could get off the well-used bed, he caught her with his arms and dropped a heavy, grateful kiss on her lips. She smiled at him and kissed him again on his cheek.
He stretched out on the bed and watched her as she pulled back on her sleeveless nurses outfit and then placed the red crossed hat back atop her waves of chocolate brown hair.
"You know…" he said, breaking the silence.
"Yes?"
"I get a feeling you’re not really one of my ex-pupils. I have no memory of you at all and I tend to have a very good memory, especially with those I have taught for seven years."
She stopped and smiled at him for a moment or so.
"Maybe not, but I am really a nurse. I had to concoct some story to get you in the sack, that one seemed like the best one." She straightened herself out and then went over to tuck him back into bed. She held the covers aloft as he settled himself back against the layers of cotton and got himself comfortable.
"If you are really a nurse, then your bedside manner is admirable." He said quietly as he settled his head against the pillows.
The nurse pulled the covers over him and tucked in the sides. Before she left, she brushed his hair out of his face and watched him until his eyes closed, before leaving the tired man to sleep.
