AU Fic. Based in the trio's final year. Voldemort is dead and Snape's role in the war is widely known. This piece of drivel is by no means intended as serious literature, merely a means of exorcising a particular plot bunny that took residence in my brain. Thank you ANGELWINGZ1983 for encouraging me.

In the Dungeon, Deep and Dark – A Fic by Alabaster Princess.

Georgia Callaghan wasn't special by any stretch of the imagination. As a Hufflepuff she often got overlooked in favour of brighter Ravenclaws, braver Gryffindors and more ambitious Slytherins. Even in her own house she was ignored in favour of the influential and sharp redhead, Susan Bones or the bubbly blonde Hannah Abbott; everyone's friend.

Few noticed the quiet brunette, neither famous nor exceptionally bright. She was an average student from an average family with average looks and average friends. Once she nearly dropped out of her chair in shock when Hermione Granger, Head Girl and famous co-defeater of You-Know-Who, complimented her on her work in Charms. However her perfectly average life was not destined to remain so.

She was halfway up the long winding staircase from the Dungeons to the ground floor, towards the Great Hall after last lesson when she realised she had left a full bottle of black ink on her workbench in Potions class. She had hardly enough for a few inches of parchment in the other bottle and she had Herbology homework due in the next day. With a sigh she resigned herself to traipsing all the way back down through the dungeons to retrieve it.

"I'll see you girls later." She said to Hannah and Susan, turning and trotting down the stairs. The dungeons seemed even more eerie and creepy now everyone else had left. The torchlight cast long flickering shadows on the walls and floor.

'Don't be such a chicken, you're not a first year now. Nothing is going to get you.' She berated herself, but still gripped harder on the handle of her wand in her robe pocket. She burst quickly into the classroom, hoping to rush straight in and out, but was struck stone cold by the scene she interrupted.

She walked straight into a wand being pressed into her throat at the end of a Death Eater's arm. To her horror, she noticed Professor Snape was bent over his desk, two Death Eaters holding him down, his arms bound behind his back and their wands aimed threateningly at him. A fourth Death Eater was engaged in roughly removing the poor professor's trousers.

"What do we do with the little bitch?" the Death Eater threatening her asked.

"Make her watch the Traitor get his payback. After all, what's the point of humiliating the shit if there's no-one there to witness it?" the one behind Snape replied, laughing nastily. Georgia's face registered complete horror when her 'guard' slammed the door shut behind her and prodded her further into the room.

Snape raised his face to look at her and she was struck by the sheer misery and humiliation that radiated from his usually stern and stoic visage. The large Death Eater behind him, who appeared to be in charge, continued to remove Snape's clothing.

"You should have known if the Dark Lord didn't kill you , we would. I bet you'll enjoy this, you posh ponce. Never got your pretty hands dirty did you eh? Always so hoity-toity, fucking poofter!" he growled, stroking his meaty hands over Snape's pale buttocks. Snape flinched instinctively but otherwise allowed them no satisfaction in their torture. The Death Eater was about to undo his own trousers when suddenly, without realising what she was doing, Georgia darted forward.

"Please don't, not that!" she cried, tears beginning to form. She couldn't stand the thought of this brilliant man whom she had always respected, who had sacrificed so much, risked so much for the Wizarding world being defiled so grossly and cruelly in front of one of his own students.

"Shut it Girly." Her guard snarled from behind his mask, raising his wand to curse her.

"No, wait," called the leader, stopping what he was doing. "Maybe she wants to play too. What would the little tart be willing to do for your dear Professor, eh?" she blinked and swallowed nervously, her eyes snapping to him.

"Y-you would let him go? Leave him alone, unharmed?" she asked tremulously.

Snape looked at her confused but warningly, shaking his head slightly. He was surprised at the courage of the quiet little Hufflepuff and feared for her safety. 'The stupid girl, does she not realise what she's letting herself in for? Why?' he thought.

"On my honour Miss. I promise your precious teacher would go free, unharmed." Replied the leader unctuously. Georgia lowered her eyes to Snape, then to the floor.

"Anything. I'll do anything, please just let him go." She sighed, defeated.

"No! Send her back, Obliviate her and get her out of her." Snarled Snape.

"Now that's no way to be talkin' about the little lady that wants to see your sorry carcass alive and well is it Snape? Forgotten your fancy manners already? Or maybe you wanted what I had in mind for you after all?" the leader taunted again.

"Please, don't hurt him." Georgina cried, letting the tears finally fall.

"Eager little thing isn't she? Is she always so keen to please her professor in class?" asked the leader lasciviously. "Well Miss, are you ready to go the extra mile for your teacher?" he asked, running his wand down her tear stained face, over her throat to the collar of her blouse. Unable to find her voice she merely nodded.

"Sit Snape down." He barked to the other two thugs who yanked him down into his seat behind his desk, his coat and shirt torn open and his trousers and pants still around his ankles.

"Take off your robe." The leader ordered Georgia. Her eyes flickered fearfully to where Snape was sat then complied, dropping the heavy black garment to the floor. Without it, the dungeon seemed colder and damper than before and she instantly wished she had worn her jumper over her blouse.

"Tie next, Miss." He instructed her and her trembling fingers struggled with the perfect half-Windsor knot at her throat, sliding the silk between her fingers as she released it to the floor.

"Very good. How like a Hufflepuff, so obedient." He sneered. "Now the blouse." Again she swallowed, but raised her chin defiantly, remembering how resolutely Snape had endured his ordeal and began to unbutton the rumpled white cotton blouse.

She shivered when she stood in the cold, dimly lit dungeon classroom in just her underwear and a skirt. She was thankful she was wearing plain, solid cotton underwear. She daren't imagine their reactions had she been wearing anything racier. Her nipples puckered in the cold air, protruding through the modest fabric.

"Looks like the little girl is ready for our show!" laughed the leader, tracing round her nipples with his wand. The other three began laughing and jeering at her. "What's your name sweetheart?" he asked appraising her.

"G-Georgia." She replied shakily.

"Well Georgia, you put on a pretty show. Are you always a good girl for Professor Snape?" he continued, passing behind her.

"Yes." She replied meekly.

"And are you ready to be a good girl for us to save him?" he asked standing right in front of her.

"Yes." She whispered, eyes shut tightly.

"Good. Carry on then. Drop that little skirt of yours and let us see you." He ordered, stepping away from her. She complied instantly, fearing to provoke the wrath of an escaped Death Eater.

"Good, now take off that bra and let us see those lovely tits." She numbly reached behind herself, undid the hooks and slid the straps down her arms, dropping the article to add to the pile of her garments on the floor. Her tormenter reached forward and grabbed one of her breasts, tweaking the nipple harshly and making her cry out.

"Lovely, such beautiful boobs she's got. Don't know how you keep your mind on your job when there's such fuckable little sluts sat in front of you all day just begging for it." The leader taunted Snape. He slid his rough hands down Georgia's bare stomach to the plain white briefs, sliding a finger under the fabric and sliding them down.

"Enough! Leave her, let her go." Snape roared.

"Shut up or I'll shut you up. I won't tell you again." One of the thugs next to him snapped, cuffing him sharply round the head.

"Step out Miss." The leader asked, almost politely as he tugged her knickers round her ankles. There she stood finally; naked except for her white ankle socks and scuffed black Mary-Janes, her long dark hair the only warmth around her shoulders.

"Now spread your legs." He ordered nastily. She hesitated for a moment, frozen with fear.

"I SAID SPREAD!" he yelled. She jumped in fear and surprise but made no move to comply.

"I see you're goin' to be disobedient after all. That calls for punishment. Bend over the desk." He yelled, shoving her against the desk roughly, banging her hip sharply against it. She was bound to have a bruise in the morning.

In her new position she was closer to Professor Snape and chanced a look up at him. He was facing her but not looking directly at her, affording her some dignity in her mortification. She was struck by how fragile he appeared without his billowing robes; all pale and thin and delicate. She knew she had been right to try and save him. He had protected them all, his students, for so long. He deserved someone else to do the same.

In that moment she felt something strange she couldn't quite explain or understand. She had always found him intriguing. Oh, he was ugly as sin, no doubt about that! But his voice was like molten chocolate and his eyes were so deep and dark. His hands too; so skilled, so accurate, so perfect. A man who had hidden depths and an intelligence few could match. He needed her at that moment and she was determined to be strong for him.

"Detention for the little miss?" the leader laughed, then brought his hand down sharply on Georgia's naked bottom. She cried out on the first stroke, but bit her tongue to endure the rest as quietly as she could. The Death Eater ran a finger down to her slit where her body's natural reaction had been to get wet, in spite of herself.

"Filthy little whore, you're enjoying this aren't you?" he leered.

"NO!" she defended. He roughly shoved a thick digit inside her.

"Tight little pussy. A virgin eh?" he asked her. She didn't reply so he hit her again.

"Yes." She cried out.

"That's better. We shall have to fix that." He went on.

"No! Get out or I swear I will make you regret this." Snape protested again. He couldn't let these foul cretins defile a pure soul, someone with so good a heart she willingly sacrificed herself for a man who had never shown her anything but contempt, who was better off dead.

"Like the sound of that do ye Snape? Want it for yourself?" the leader sneered, gesturing to the burgeoning erection Snape's traitorous body had supplied in response to the naked female form in front of him, regardless of his mind and morals. The Death Eater who had been threatening Georgia whispered something in his superior's ear. Both men laughed in a way that made both Snape and Georgia nervous.

"Good idea." The leader said turning to Georgia. "We may just have a new use for you." He told her, pulling her roughly upright by her hair. "We promised he could live but he still has to atone for his treachery." He said cryptically. "I think it's about time you showed your professor how much you appreciate him." He said to her.

"What?! What are you playing at now?" Snape asked, confused.

"Simple. There's no way you can stay in your cushy job when everyone finds out you've been inappropriately intimate with a student. You'll be shamed, reviled, an outcast." He laughed.

"Now, give Snape a nice kiss." he smirked, jabbing her in the back with his wand, closer to Snape.

"I'm sorry." She whispered before bending and pressing a brief, chaste kiss to his thin closed lips. She looked him straight in the eye to show him she didn't blame him and her heart nearly broke when she saw such resignation and defeat in his eyes; he who had terrified generations of witches and wizards.

"That isn't nearly good enough girl. Maybe the grumpy old git needs a hug." The leader laughed snidely. "Sit in his lap and show him how affectionate a Hufflepuff can be." She perched on his lap and tentatively wrapped her warm arms around his cold slender body, wincing inwardly when he flinched at her touch.

"It's ok Professor, I'm sure the Headmaster would understand and I won't tell a soul, I swear." She whispered close to his ear and heard him sigh. She instinctively pressed a kiss to his neck as she held him close to her, tenderly and protectively, forgetting for a moment their danger and wanting to bring him some comfort.

"That's good, carry on." Encouraged the main Death Eater.

"Keep going, see how much your professor appreciates your efforts." He said; again bringing her attention to the sizeable arousal next to her.

Georgia had never seen a man naked before and wasn't sure what to think. It looked so big and scary. She continued to rub her hands uncertainly over her teacher's body, beginning to consider him not as a professor but as a man. She was aware that he had his eyes shut tight and seemed to be in physical pain at the situation he had been forced into. She knew how ashamed he must be feeling at being exposed in this way and what he was being subjected to; by a student!

She herself was feeling pretty ashamed for being aroused by the firm body of her cold, spiteful Potions professor when she ought to be terrified. She was of course frightened. But she was also inexperienced and the extraordinary sensation of a man's body, his intimate parts, against her bare skin was making her feel strangely excited and gave her an odd tingle between her legs. She knew he must know; must be able to feel the hardness of her nipples pressed against his chest, the wetness of her most private place against his thigh.

"I think it's about time the Professor returned the favour. Go on Snape, touch her." The leader ordered.

"No," Snape ground out through gritted teeth. The two men guarding him pressed their wands deeper into the flesh of his back in warning.

"Do it or I'll kill her, slowly." The leader said. Snape hung his head in defeat and lightly laid his hands on her shoulders. She gasped in shock and pleasure at the contact.

"Properly Snape, we know you've seen this game before." The leader clarified, obviously hinting at Dark Revels Snape must have had to attend. "Make it convincing."

Georgia silently swept the lank black hair from his face reassuringly trying to express without words, by mere looks and the subtle shift of her chest towards him, that she had given him permission and would not hold any blame over him.

He gave the merest of nods to show he understood and slid his hands over her breasts, covering them and allowing her a shred of modesty in the guise of intimacy. Her breath became shallow and her heart beat fast. She'd imagined those hands on her body but the reality was quite different. His long slender fingers caressed her skin expertly, the skin soft and smooth, save for the odd callous earned in the practice of his art.

"Keep going Snape! Missy, you continue where you left off." The leader said, now reclining on a chair clearly enjoying the show yet still ensuring all 4 wands were on them at all times. Snape moved his hands to her back moving up and down her sides and Georgia shifted in his lap to hold him closer, hiding her chest again and he gasped, gripping her abruptly as her soft thigh brushed against his tumescent cock.

"Enough games, sit on him. Take your professor inside you girl." She looked at her professor, then at the Death Eater.

"Now! Fuck the man, he's waited long enough." He barked.

She stood, trembling, and straddled Snape where he sat; gripping his shoulders for balance as she slowly lowered herself onto him. She winced as his head tore through her barrier, barely registering his hiss of pleasure as her tight wet sheath surrounded him. When she had pressed herself fully onto his length she paused, waiting for the pain to subside. He rested his head on her shoulder, although through pleasure at the sensations her body elicited or the shame of a broken man, she couldn't tell.

"Move bitch, ride the sorry bastard!" their tormentor roared, becoming nastier as his plan took effect. Slowly, she began to move, rocking her hips against his, relying on instinct and humming at the pleasurable sensation of their bodies meeting and the wonderful friction of his rigid member inside her.

"That's better, make it look real for the boys." He ordered snidely. She was unsure what he meant until with a sigh Snape gingerly wrapped his arms around her, holding her to him. She responded by brushing her head against his affectionately and wrapped her arms around his neck.

She lifted her bottom a little as she got comfortable and moaned when she dropped back down, enjoying the sudden jolt as his length slid deep into her hard and fast. The unexpected motion caused Snape to groan also and buck instinctively against her. His body stiffened and a look of panic passed over his face. He began muttering softly, quietly. When she listened hard it sounded like Latin; some kind of Charm. Suddenly, one of the men clouted Snape hard on the head again.

"Oh no Snape! No Contraceptive Charm. That would ruin the whole plan. How can the war hero, Severus Snape, carry on teaching if he's knocked up a student?" he said angrily.

"WHAT?!" Snape spluttered, also furious.

"I promised your little whore we wouldn't kill you or hurt you, but we came here to punish you for your treachery. When the Wizengamot finds out you impregnated a girl in your care they'll have your wand for sure. When they look at your memories, once we've modified them, all they'll see is a willing encounter. After all, we didn't use Imperius, they can prove it was mutually consensual." The leader gloated.

"I won't do it. Send her back to her common room. Kill me if you must but I refuse to be responsible for a girl's life to be tainted. A child would ruin her future." Snape opposed.

"If you don't, we will kill her, as slowly and painfully as possible while you watch. After all, she did say she was willing to do anything for you. That includes have your baby. Isn't that sweet? Face it; you'd never normally have a pretty little thing like that bouncing on your cock. Enjoy it while it lasts." He spat.

"Neither of you are going anywhere until he comes. And just to make sure, I'm going to put a Fertility Charm on her, make her nice and receptive." He added.

Georgia felt a sharp pain in her womb as the charm took effect. It felt like the worst period pain she had ever experienced and her eyes watered as she winced in agony.

"I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry." Snape whispered, holding her to ease her pain.

She thought she felt a teardrop on her skin but wasn't sure if it were his or hers. She felt that he had softened inside her and began to panic. If she didn't have sex with him, and bring him off, these men would kill them both. However if she did, she potentially sentenced him to a life in Azkaban and herself to young motherhood and scandalous gossip.

She believed there was a chance Dumbledore could fix things, so she chose life. She knew she had to do something, so gathering her courage she slipped her arms around Snapes waist and nestled against his ear.

"It's ok Professor. I trust you. I respect you. But right now I want you." She whispered.

He looked at her sharply, calculating her motives. Perhaps he understood; she often believed he knew exactly what she was thinking. Perhaps the movement of her hips against his and her hands roaming his torso was too much. Either way, she could feel his heart beat faster and his member begin to harden again. Encouraged by his reaction, she continued.

"Often I've imagined your hands on my body. Many lessons I've wasted longing for you to teach me not Potions but the Sexual Arts. Look at your cock, covered in my first blood. It's the horniest thing I've ever seen." She murmured; stroking his chest, playing lightly over the nipples then sliding her hands to his hips.

"It's our only hope Professor. Please, just fuck me." She added even lower. At that he gripped her buttocks harder.

Slowly at first, but with increasing pace, he began to raise his hips to meet her strokes; hitting her insides in places she didn't even know she had, but god it felt good. It was no longer chilly in the dungeon, their bodies created enough heat for them, covering them with a sheen of sweat.

"Oh Professor!" she cried out involuntarily when he hit her just right.

"The slut's learning fast. Shame we couldn't have a go on her like we first intended." One of the Death Eaters said dirtily.

"Call me Severus, Georgia." Snape implored gently.

He looked her in the eye for the first time with something different she couldn't quite name reflected in those obsidian orbs, usually so cold. He pressed his nose to her neck and began to cling to her; need building in his loins at her sensuous touch, her encouraging words, and her delightfully tight wet cunt. There was only one outcome now, so both parties blocked their surroundings from their conscious minds and concentrated only on each other and their pleasure.

Snape was pleasantly surprised to hear such devotion directed at him by the lovely Miss Callaghan. He hadn't noticed her much until last year. She was an average student and he was quite surprised to find she had elected to continue in Potions, much more that she achieved the high standard he insisted on to continue to advanced level. She had never shown any great talent or interest in Potions before.

However having her there, naked and writhing on him, he had to admit that while she was no exceptional beauty, or even particularly pretty, she was certainly pleasant and a much better looking partner than he could ever have hoped to attract. He felt himself draw closer to his climax. Now to see whether his former compatriots would kill them anyway after using him and poor Georgia for sport or abandon them to the fate their actions had lead to. 'A Conceptus Charm on an 18 year old girl. Really their depravity had reached a new level.'

He was distracted from his furious thoughts by a soft moan.

"Oh Severus!" She ground her clit harder into his pubic bone, clearly nearing her own orgasm. 'Oh well, may as well try and make it pleasant for the poor girl. Her intentions were good at least.' He thought, and moved a hand up her back to her neck, cradling her head.

"Georgia!" he half-whispered, half-groaned.

She looked up, her eyes hooded with desire, as he pressed a brutal kiss to her lips, tasting her, swirling his tongue against hers as he pumped harder against her. She tangled her hand in his hair, reciprocating hotly.

He was surprised to find he was enjoying it and renewed his efforts, losing himself to the pleasure of being with her. She moaned into his mouth, screaming when she tumbled over the edge of her orgasm, bucking fiercely against him. He grabbed her hips with both hands and began raising them and slamming her body hard against his; pushing himself closer until he fired jet after jet of hot come deep inside her, condemning them both. They held each other close for comfort in their vulnerability.

They heard a mocking laugh and a shout of "Mnemosyne Modificus" and darkness claimed them.