Horny At Night

My heart pounded in my chest as I tiptoed down the dark corridor, the candles flickering on the stone walls casting eerie shadows. I knew what I was doing was forbidden, taboo even. But the ache between my legs was too much to resist. I needed release, and I needed it now.

I'd been fantasizing about him for months, ever since he'd first arrived at Hogwarts.

His chiseled jaw, smoldering gray eyes, and brooding demeanor called to me like a siren's song. And now, finally, I had my chance.

I reached the door to the headmaster's private quarters and knocked softly. My breath hitched as I heard footsteps approach. The door swung open and there he stood, Professor Severus Snape, looking as devastatingly handsome as ever in his black robes.

"Miss Granger," he greeted, eyes narrowing. "What are you doing here at this hour?"

I licked my lips nervously, trying to find my voice. "I… I need your help, Professor."

Snape's eyebrow arched. "Is that so? And what sort of help could I possibly give you