Rungs Of Integrity, The
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Rating: NC-17, check warnings if you need to know more details than simply "explicit sexual content" is present in this fic.
Pairing: Snape/Maxime
Word Count: 649
Summary: During Goblet of Fire, a visiting instructor presses Snape for ... answers.
Warnings: highlight between brackets if you prefer story warnings: [contains: wandering hand, slightly non-con, wanking]
Disclaimer: All the characters are Rowling's. All the smutty scenarios are mine.
"What do you want? This room is off-limits."
Maxime lifted a brow at his peremptory tone. She stepped into his potion's storeroom and closed the door.
"I was 'oping to speak wiz you about potions that might 'elp my champion."
"Forgive me, Madame Maxime, but I was under the impression that the Triwizard champions could not receive outside help."
"Oh, but of course. I would not ask for anything you would not be giving to your own champions, Monsieur."
Snape's brow furrowed in irritation and he turned from her to peruse the ingredients on the ninth shelf from the third rung of the ladder.
"I can assure you, I am not giving any of the champions assistance."
"As you say." She moved closer to the ladder where he stood, inventorying his personal potions stores. "However, I know for a fact, Monsieur Karkaroff has spoken to you twice already since our arrival."
"I can hardly help that; the man was assigned a seat right next to me for dinner."
"Spoke to you privately, Monsieur Snape."
He turned now, carefully, to scowl at her, his position on the ladder making them of a height.
"I was not aware that any part of the International Magical Cooperation Committee or the Triwizard Championship rules allowed for invading the privacy of others."
"And 'ow could it not when ze other teams might be sharing information... perhaps illicit potions?"
Snape glared. "I am not making potions for Karkaroff, and nor would I!"
To his stunned chagrin, a very large, warm and overly familiar hand was suddenly cupping his crotch. He could do nothing without letting go of the ladder, and his wand was in his pocket.
"So you say, Monsieur, but I am merely watching out for ze welfare of my own champion."
That hand had begun to subtly massage him, and despite the situation, his body had begun to respond. She took another step closer to peer into his eyes.
"You can say with, how you say, a clear conscious, zat you would not even help your own champions zis way?"
Severus gripped the ladder tightly behind him and fought dismay.
"I will not break Ministry rules nor International treaty," he managed to grate out, feeling himself start to sweat as her hand skillfully brought him to full hardness. "Nor can my services as Potions Master be purchased for same."
Before he could say anything else, he felt the familiar sensation of his mind being breached with disconcerting ease, surface thoughts easily slipped past to study his feelings toward Karkaroff. Before he could protest, the presence retreated, although that devastating hand remained.
"Perhaps we could come to, how you say, an arrangement?"
Severus scowled now, although his voice was breathless. "What makes you think I'd be interested in anything you have?"
"Ah, but Monsieur Snape, we all have a price," she said in her own breathy voice.
"Madame, I am telling you what I told Karkaroff: you have nothing that interests me."
She let him go with a flourish that made his knees tremble. Her smile was surprisingly warm and genuine.
"I admire you, Severoos. You have ze -- how you say? -- integrity."
She exited the storeroom with a grace her size belied.
Severus wiped his face with one hand, and then waved his wand at the door, locking and warding it.
Setting his wand back in its pocket, he held the ladder tightly with one hand and fumbled himself out of his trousers.
Climax, when it came, was with an abrupt and dizzying rush, and he clung to the ladder as he groaned and gasped.
A wave of his wand with a slightly unsteady hand vanished all evidence of his transgression, and he sighed as he caught his breath.
With great care, he stepped back down the ladder, and wondered if he'd ever be able to take inventory again without getting hard.
~ FIN ~
Posted: 7 December 2006