Autumnal Attraction, Vernal Vigour
Author: 


Pairing:  Severus/Minerva
Rating:  NC-17
Challenge:  May Challenge - rebirth
Warnings:  graphic consensual sex, premature ejaculation, masturbation, frottage, role-play, spanking, cunnilingus.
Disclaimer:  The characters are JK Rowlings.  What they are up to is entirely the work of my own deviant  devious  perverse mind.
Notes:  The bunny bit.  *ow*
Summary:  The decision to have children reopens new possibilities... and an unexpected problem for Severus and his wife.

Word count:  Approximately 3600
DISCLAIMER: The HP Universe is Rowlings. Some of us just play in it from time to time.



She was afraid.

She didn't think she could bear the look in his eyes when he saw her.  She knew her former body was not so young, not so flexible, and not so firm.  She alternately feared and longed for his desiring her more in this new one.


* * * *


He was afraid.

Had the potion worked?  She had refused to allow him to stay with her that night and he had acceded to her wishes, but now he wondered.  Would she be the same?  Would he be able to do his part in this, their most important endeavour to date?  Would it work?  
* * * *


When the uncustomary knock sounded at the door, Minerva started.  She was about to sit for her first of no-doubt many leisurely breakfasts untroubled by students.  They had both decided they would take a leave of absence whilst undergoing this procedure so they were now residing at her seaside cottage in Birchbrae.  

"Enter."

To her surprise, her husband of eight years stepped in, looking uncertain and not meeting her gaze as he spoke.

"Good morning."

"Good morning, Severus." She waited, but he merely hovered by the door and she finally asked, "Would you care to join me for breakfast?"

He nodded briskly and hurried to sit opposite her at their table.  His eyes still would not meet hers and Minerva sighed.

"Severus."

"Yes, my dear?"

"Severus, look at me."

To her surprise, he trembled, and then slowly looked up.  His eyes widened and he flushed with unexpected arousal.

"Minerva..."

She smiled a bit self-deprecatingly.  "It is a bit of a shock seeing this face."

"You... you look like..." he trailed off as words refused to coalesce in his mind.  All he could think was that his most admired and most difficult teacher, the fair-minded and powerful and beguiling Professor McGonagall sat before him.  He suddenly felt 15 years old, dumbstruck with the power of his unbidden, painfully hard erection at the smell of her jasmine perfume when she'd called him to her desk.  

"I look unlikely," she sighed.  They were both now 46 years old - both healthy witch and wizard, not even entering their prime yet -- and Severus looked shaken, which gave her pause.

"You look as you did when I was in school," he finally murmured, uneasy with this admission.  Whilst he may have erected his tent pole many a time over Professors McGonagall and Hooch or Nurse Pomfrey, and while he may have, on occasion, wanked himself silly over one of them when a boy, Severus Snape was not a man who had ever considered living a fantasy, especially not a sexual fantasy.

He preferred his post-war life to be a measured and comfortable reality, including their sex life.  Minerva and he had never engaged in the role-playing or kinky bedroom games that other couples might have enjoyed.  He did not need anything more than the desire to bed his wife in order to do so, and he did not desire to bed her in any but the most basic of ways.  

This was not to say their sex life was perfunctory, boring or even on a particular schedule.  When they'd lived there, the entire castle had been witness at some point to their passion, although always behind silencing charms and repelling shields at a minimum.  Her cottage had also been equally well initiated to their sexual antics.

"I know this will be... strange at first, my dear.  But we can muddle through.  Can't we?"

She had not intended to make a question of it, but there it was.  Her husband looked pained.

He finally just nodded and looked relieved when their house elf brought breakfast.

* * * *

Two hours after supper that night, Minerva lowered her book and eyed her husband.  Unknowingly, she was still using the posture she would have if she'd needed to look over her no-longer-required spectacles; it was one truly positive aspect of having been de-aged.

"Severus."

"Yes, dear?"  His tone was distracted; only his forehead was visible above the latest rare potions ingredient catalogue.

"Were we wanting children or not?"

He set the catalogue down on his lap and stared at her askance.

"Pardon?

"I asked if we were wanting children or not?"

"Of course.  That's why I made you the de-aging solution."

She set her book down on the table and stood, walking toward him slowly.

"In that case, Mr. Snape, I would strongly suggest that you start by bedding me... sooner rather than later."

She stood before him now and he nodded dumbly, then set the catalogue on the arm of his chair.  This had the effect of uncovering his erection, not to mention the snitch-sized wet spot on his trews.  He'd been fighting an erection all day with limited success.  It grew larger whenever he'd looked at his now equally 46-year-old wife and with her standing before him, speaking of bedding...  

A feeling of giddy relief ran through her as he stood, looking as shy as the schoolboy he'd once been.

"Come, my dear."

She took his hand and led him to their bedroom.

* * * *

The first time he had barely kissed her, gently touched her tender pink nipples, and gasped as he ejaculated against her hip.  She had been understanding and conciliatory, not wanting him to feel ashamed.  It happened from time to time to all men, she knew, and her husband was very much a man.

The second time he had spent long minutes kissing, caressing, licking and sucking her to a fiery, needful pitch... then gasped as he ejaculated against her auburn thatch when he manoeuvred to get into position, eyes wide with panic.  She thought maybe they'd been lucky to even remove his clothes the first time.  She did not say this, but he had closed his eyes; beloved face growing red with shame as he withdrew, wrapped his dressing gown around him and left the room.  

Minerva did not follow; she knew he needed to be alone right now.  She was also too busy touching herself with her long, steady fingers and bringing herself to a much-needed climax.  
* * * *

The next morning Minerva woke to feel her husband pressed up behind her, his sturdy erection poking her anus with its damp head as he frotted against her in his sleep.  This made her smile.  

She turned in his arms and pressed closer, even as he blinked open sleepy eyes and murmured in a small voice, "Professor McGonagall?"

It was all he said before his eyes rolled back, and then he gasped and began to come all over her stomach.  The spasms held him in their grip and she held him, too, as squirt after pearly squirt issued forth.  

When it was over he looked aghast.

"I... I'm so sorry, Minerva."

Then he fled.

* * * *

She found him in the greenhouse she had gifted him for his last birthday.

He was carefully plucking buds from a Blood Sap plant; a tray of earlier-gathered blossoms, roots, thorns and buds was arrayed beside him.  She might have thought him unaffected by the morning's events except she noted the fine tremor in his hands.

"Severus."

"I've got nearly all the ingredients I need for pain potion and burn balm.  Poppy wrote that those would need replenishing soon."

"Severus, we need to talk."

He set down his gathered buds on the tray and looked at her, face flushed, but she could not tell if it was exertion or emotion.

"Yes, my dear?"

"Inside."

He stripped his gloves off and setting the tray by the drying rack, he followed her back to the cottage.

To her surprise, once they were seated he began to speak.

"Minerva.  I honestly can't say how sorry I am.  I was dreaming, and--"

"You had feelings for me when you were a student."

It wasn't a question and the increased colour in his face confirmed her suspicions.

"Why did you never say?"

"I was fifteen.  What fifteen year old has the boldness to confront a teacher?"

"Severus, I'm not upset, I'm flattered.  And it wouldn't have been the first time," she smiled.

He frowned.  "Who?"

"That doesn't matter as nothing ever came of it and I wasn't speaking about then.  I'm speaking about now, and since our marriage began, Severus.  You've never told me you had feelings for me when you were a boy."

He shrugged slightly.  "I didn't think it mattered."

"Perhaps in the normal course of things it wouldn't, but this situation between us changes matters.  It's obvious your past <I>interest</I> in me is affecting your current ability to--"

"It was just one time!" he declared now; face so ruddy she thought he might burst.  She fought the urge to correct him, smile, or worse, laugh.

"Affecting your ability to father our children," she finished solemnly.  "This affects both of us and I think we should deal with it so that we may get on with our attempts."

Severus shifted uneasily in his chair.  "What are you proposing?"

"Obviously your subconscious holds very strong feelings and memories of me when I looked as I do now.  It might be good to use this to our advantage... get it out of your system, as the Muggles say."

He frowned and repeated, "What are you proposing?"

"What did you used to imagine would take place between us?"

He considered this and shrugged.  "I didn't know much about sex at that age."

"Then what was your dream about this morning?"

He grew beet red and looked at the fire.  When he spoke, she had to lean to hear him and his voice was very tight.

"I dreamt you were punishing me."  He closed his eyes and swallowed, but admitted, "You spanked me."

"I see."

She considered this, then got up and he looked to her.

Minerva smiled at him and walked over to his chair.  

"Why don't we finish this discussion in our bedroom?"

* * * *

"I feel ridiculous."

"I feel lucky."

Severus glared at her and she smiled, clarifying, "It's not every woman whose husband of eight years can still wear his school uniform without strain."

He fidgeted, feeling as small and gormless as when he'd been a Hogwarts student.  He didn't remember his school tie being quite so constricting.  

"Stop fidgeting and come here, young man."

To his astonishment, he immediately dropped his hands from his collar and moved to her without conscious thought; his body responding to old, preset cues.  He felt warm, and to his chagrin, he began to get an erection.  

"That's better."

Minerva smiled.  Despite the concern over their problem, she was glad to see this manifestation of his desire.  She was also feeling more than a touch randy.  The potion not only had de-aged her, but she had been taking potions to restart her female cycle and her hormones were ramped quite high.  Whilst she had zero complaints about their sex life, she had, on occasion, wondered about doing things differently.  Well, it looked as if their sex life was about to get a renovation.

"Now I know you were guilty of throwing the lust-hex on James Potter during breakfast, Mr. Snape."

He blinked at her, clearly remembering and falling into the old mindset easily.

"He dumped stinksap on my assignment for Ancient Runes!"

"Which hardly merits such a humiliating response."  She paused meaningfully.  "I think it merits an equally humiliating punishment, don't you?"

Snape swallowed, feeling heat lick at his ears.  "What do you mean?"

"What do you mean, <I>Professor</I>."

"Sorry, ma'am," his head dropped in a respectful stance.  

"Say it."

Snape winced as his already hard cock twitched and began to leak into his underpants.  

"What do you mean, Professor?"

"Better.  I mean you will be likewise humiliated, Mr. Snape.  Now... pull down your trews."

"P-professor?"  His eyes widened and he looked so much like the boy he'd once been that Minerva McGonagall-Snape was hard-pressed to remind herself this was her husband of eight years and what she was about to do was perfectly legal, if a tad kinky.

"Pull down your trews.  Now."

Shaking hands went to his trouser buttons and worked them open.  Not looking up, he pushed them down to his ankles.

"Your underpants, too, Mr. Snape."

"I..."

Severus swallowed, but pulled them down without arguing and stood back up, hands covering his genitals.  He would not look at her.

"Hands to your sides, Mr. Snape."

He slowly complied with her order, face and erection both equally red now.  His cock bobbed, the head shiny with pre-ejaculate as he shivered.

"I thought so.  Perhaps that is the real reason you cannot keep your attention on your studies in my class?"

He did not answer, his blush and his erection growing, if anything, even stronger.

"Step out of your clothes and come here."

He did so, stepping forward slowly.  He glanced up at her, then quickly cast his eyes back down, and his hands made fists at his side.  His cock twitched and a trickle of clear liquid dripped down from the head.

He started when her wand was suddenly in his field of vision, the tip gently touching his aching erection and sliding down toward his tight bollocks.  His thighs clenched hard, he curled in on himself slightly and with a hoarse cry he ejaculated, spurting pearly strands all over her robes.

After it was over, he stood trembling and slightly ashamed.

"Now where is your wand, Mr. Snape?"

He glared at her before realizing she literally meant his wand and glanced back at the bedside table.

"It's over there, Professor."

"Fetch it immediately and clean my robes."

He hurriedly did as bid, and used it to also clean himself, feeling very odd and still unaccountably excited.

"What is the first rule of NEWT level Transfigurations, Mr. Snape?"

He swallowed.  "Control."

"That's right.  It is clear I must teach you this lesson."

He looked down, his voice small.  "Yes, Professor."

"Now then."  She went to the bedside and sat.  "Come here, Severus."

He went to her and she held out her hand.  He gave her his wand and she laid it on the bedside table.

"Over my knees."

He looked askance, but she merely repeated, "Over my knees, Mr. Snape."

He nodded and carefully draped himself over her knees.  He jumped when she tapped her wand on the back of his thighs.

"Further up."  She waved her wand and the bedside table moved closer so that it could support his upper torso as he bent over her lap.

His genitals were a pleasantly warm bulk between her thighs in this position.  She smiled.

"That's better.  Now.  For every answer you get wrong, you will get five swats.  Each incorrect answer will earn you five more swats than the time before.  Is that clear?"

"Yes, Professor."

"Now.  What is the second rule of NEWT level Transfigurations, Mr. Snape?"

"Uh... desire?"

"Incorrect."

Without preamble, Minerva smacked the flat of her hand against his pale buttocks.  Severus jerked a bit with each smack, but said nothing.

"Now.  What is the third rule of NEWT level Transfigurations, Mr. Snape?"

"Enunciation?" he said timidly.

"Incorrect.  That is the second."

She began to spank his butt cheeks again, admiring how pink they were becoming.  At the third swat, she felt his penis twitch and moved her thigh slightly against it.  She heard his gasp and felt his penis begin to harden.  By the seventh swat, it was half-hard and she smiled.

"Now what is the first rule again?"

"C-control."

"That's right.  That earns you a reward."

She gently stroked his warm butt cheeks with a soothing hand and he relaxed.  Then her hand slid further down between his legs and toyed with his bollocks.

"Professor!"

"Yes, Severus?"

He trembled, and then fell still.  He had a full-blown erection by now which both could feel poking into her firm thigh.  

"N-nothing," he finally said.

She pulled her hand free and asked, "What is the third rule?"

"Effort?"

"Incorrect."

This time before she swatted him, she made him gasp by shifting her thigh then pressing them together, trapping his erection between them even as she brought her other hand down hard on his buttocks.

He made a wordless exclamation as he jerked forward, his erection pushing into the warm embrace of her thighs, which she gently squeezed together.  Each time she swatted, his hardness was being stimulated.  

"P-professor!"

"I did not say you could speak.  Five more."

She continued to swat him, hearing him gasp, seeing his fingers grow white as he gripped the bedside table hard, fighting to keep from coming.  

Soon it was over and he trembled on her lap.  

"Do you know the fourth rule, Mr. Snape?"

He shook his head rather frantically and she tutted and began to swat him.  She used her thighs again to press and squeeze his erection as he jerked forward with each contact of her hand.

"P-professor..."

"Silence, Severus." She pressed her thighs tight and this time did not release his thickly swollen penis.

"P-please!  I'm g-going t--" he suddenly seized up, his back arching as he began to spurt furiously between her thighs.

She said nothing, continuing to gently squeeze him and reaching down below his cheeks to cradle and caress his tight bollocks.  He shuddered and moaned.

Soon he was spent, trembling against her, resting his upper torso on the table.

"Very good, Mr. Snape.  You show promise."

He drew in a shuddering breath and she stroked along his back.  "Beloved?"

He pulled back and slipped down to kneel by her feet and look up at her, still catching his breath.  She stroked his dear face.

"Severus, my love.  Did that help?"

He considered this.  Finally he nodded.  

"I do feel ... relieved.  As if a large burden has been removed."

"I admit I also feel relieved.  Not to mention more than a little... randy."

His eyes widened.  "Indeed?"

"Oh, yes.  What should we do about that?"

He smiled, reaching for his wand and waving away the spilt semen, then what remained of their clothing.  Minerva sat before him, resplendent in her trim nudity.  He smiled, still at her feet.

"Perhaps I should investigate this matter," he murmured, before gently pressing her thighs apart and urging her to lie back on the bed.

He gently nipped at one inner thigh and smiled as she jumped and exclaimed.  Then he licked the bite and she moaned.  He continued to do this, moving down toward the juncture at the top of her thighs, but before reaching it he began again on the other side, repeating his actions.  Soon he could feel her fingers in his hair.

"Severus.  My beloved."

He extended his tongue and gently lapped her cleft from bottom to top, then again, ignoring her outcry.  He used his warm fingers to spread her labia and began to gently lick the inner folds in no particular pattern.  

Minerva cried out, her hands grasping his hair then relaxing.  He continued to do this in a slow, lazy fashion, ignoring her engorged clitoris and tracing the edge of the hairline with one finger.  

She writhed.

Then he furled his tongue and probed her entry carefully.  

"Severus!"

Putting his mouth to her entry to suck, he wiggled his nose around her clitoris and smiled as she nearly screamed.  

Moving up, he used his tongue to good effect, swiping it with long strokes, feeling her trembling, shuddering, then suddenly feeling her thighs clamp tight on his shoulders as she found her climax.  

A bit of thin liquid trickled from her and he sighed with satisfaction.  His erection had returned as he'd been busy and using his wand to manoeuvre her to the middle of the bed, he slid up above her now and before her vision had cleared, she found her knees placed onto his arms as her husband slid deep inside her.  

"Oh!"

"Yes."

His hips moved with a smooth steady rhythm; having found release twice already he wasn't afraid of having an orgasm before his wife had hers.  

"Oh, my beloved."

He looked down to see her smiling up at him and his chest and stomach clenched with feeling.  This would be the mother of his children...

He shifted slightly forward, moved a bit faster now and let his body speak, his gaze holding her own as he sought to take them both to completion and satiation.  The change in position allowed his cock to brush her clitoris as he entered and withdrew.  She gasped and her head fell back, auburn hair strewn against the pillowcase.

This went on for quite some time, then he felt the sharpness of her nails as her hands clenched on his torso and knew she was nearing climax.

One convulsive movement, a twitch of the hips and both shouted as orgasm struck with blinding intensity.

It was rather later when he found himself stretched face to face with her, the head of his cock still inside her.  He felt as if he'd never move again, nor did he wish to.  This was where he belonged.

"Ye gads, Severus... that was... <I>dazzling</I>."

He smiled, reached a hand out to stroke her face.  Then he kissed her.

"Minerva... you are enchanting."

"And you, prone to exaggeration, my dear, but I forgive you."

"I'm not exaggerating," he insisted.  "You truly are.  Even as you look now."

She stilled, then looked at him and saw the truth in his eyes.  He loved her.  He always had; and he desired her, no matter her form.  It was just the newness that made it so different and exciting.  

"So what *are* the four rules of NEWT level Transfigurations?" he asked with a gentle smile.

She beamed.  "Control, Enunciation, Stance & Impetus."

"Consistency, Extraction, Strength, Instillation."

"Pardon?"

"The four main requirements of a potion."

"I see."

"I hope so.  I might be inclined to give a 'test' of my own tomorrow."

He smiled wickedly and she giggled like a schoolgirl.


* * * *
~FINIS~
* * * *

The 'rebirth' aspect, if it is not clear, is the rebirth not just of Minerva, but also of their sex life.  Anyway, I hope it suits. :)

Posted: 23 May 2006

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