Potions always behave

Warning: Spanking in this chapter. If you don't like it, please stop reading here.

Disclaimer: Don't own it but wish I did.... its all JKR

Snape the guardian

I had now been a ward of Professor Snape for six months; the circumstances that made this happen are as follows:
I had been at Hogwarts for about three months, when I was informed that my grandparents had caught some mystery illness and were very sick. They had been in Peru on a magical study; they had been found slumped in a cave near a strange temple. They had been rushed back to England and when they came around, nothing that they said made any sense. They looked scared all the time as if someone was coming to get them. So the decision was made that they should be admitted to St Mungo's 'Mentally Unstable' ward indefinitely.

I had been living with my grandparents ever since my parents had been killed while fighting in the war. My grandparents didn't really talk too much about them, because it still made them very sad, but they always told me that I should be very proud to be their daughter.

So after my parents had been admitted to St Mungo's, Professor Dumbledore was tasked with finding me a guardian until the time came that I could return to my grandparents. Professor Dumbledore had also been the Headmaster when my dad went to Hogwarts, he remembered that my father had a friendship with one Severus Snape as they had both been in the Slytherin house. They had lost contact when leaving school, when my father moved to Romania to train to be a Dragon Tamer. This is also were my father met my mother. She had just finished her schooling also, but from Beaubuxtons Academy. She was doing a thesis study on the mating habits of Horntail dragons.

When Voldemort and his death eaters were going around trying to kill everyone, my parents who were now married and had a small child decided that it was time to return and help the 'Light' fight.

The house that I had been sorted into was Gryffindor, so my dealings with Professor Snape up to the time he had been announced as my new guardian had been scary to say the least.

Things had been very uncomfortable for the both of us to start with, as Professor Snape really wasn't sure how to be a parent. Even though he had been the Head of the Slytherin house for over six years, he knew how to be strict and was quite handy at the discipline part. At first I had felt scared when I was alone in his company and afraid to speak. This much had been obvious and he really tried to make me fell comfortable.

After about a month one day things just clicked, but the circumstances around this might make you think why. Professor Snape had given me 'His' rules and informed me on what would happen if I decided to test him. He had shocked me at first by telling me that one way that he would punish me would be to spank me if I was caught breaking any of his more 'Serious' rules.

So four weeks in to his guardianship I had behaved, too scared to step a foot out of line. But the Gryffindor inside of me was sooner or later going to get the better of me! I had been coerced into a raid on the kitchens; we were to get some food for a party. The party was to celebrate our first Quidditch win of the school year.

It had been George Weasley, my best friends Ginny's brother, which had asked us to get some goodies for the party from the kitchens. He told us that the House elves were always very accommodating to the party requests, but the teachers were not.

So Ginny, I and another friend Dave Prince were off to the kitchens, it wasn't after curfew so we didn't have to sneak the whole way, just when we got to the entrance to the kitchens. So with a quick glance around to make sure no one was there we made it in. A house elf named Winky was happy to help us with out party goodies and she packed the goodies in to a big basket. She then shrank it down and gave it to Dave to put in his pocket. Winky then asked did we want any butterbeer? Looking around at each other, we thought that 'Why not' , so we followed Winky in to another part of the stores.

She pointed to the butterbeer on the shelf and told us we could take what we needed. We filled our rucksacks with the bottles and were just about to leave when I noticed a different bottle. I reached up to see what it was the label said 'Ashingtons – Super strength Fire Whisky'.

I looked at the others, "Have you ever tried this before?"

They both shook their heads and Ginny said "You supposed to be 18 to drink that stuff, my dad sometimes drinks it, and he says it has a real kick."

Not really knowing what the real kick meant, I started to unscrew the bottle top. I picked up a glass from the shelf and poured some of the Fire whisky into a glass. As I poured it the liquid it was a dark brown colour, but then the glasses contents caught fire and the liquids colour changed to glowing amber.

"So who is going to go first then?" I asked.

Both shook their heads and replied "Not me!"

So I took a little sip of the whisky, I had expected it to take foul. It didn't it was like liquid sweets. So before I knew what I was doing I had drunk the whole glass.

"Bloody hell Jak, you have drunk the whole thing! How do you feel?" Ginny asked

The problem was that even that question sounded a little fuzzy, the room started to feel like it was spinning and my body didn't want to work properly anymore.

I guess my reply came out slurred as the faces of my two friends changed.

This is the last thing I can remember until I woke the next morning, so Ginny filled me in with what happen next.

They were trying to get me back to the Gryffindor rooms, when they were caught by Professor Snape. They had almost been dragging me up the stairs, when he appeared in his bat like way. One look at me he could tell that I was drunk, and he demanded to know why. Ginny thought there was no point in lying, so she told where we had been and that I had consumed a glass of 'Ashingtons – Super strength Fire Whisky'. He then came over to me and checked my eyes and tried to get me to say something, all that came out were a few moans. He then scooped me up in to his arms and told Ginny and Dave to get back to Gryffindor common rooms quick smart.

Ginny said that he must have been worried as he didn't take any points off, as the time was now after curfew and he didn't confiscate the party goodies. She said that he just stormed off at high speed straight to the dungeons with me in his arms.

The next thing I knew was waking up in a strange bedroom. I looked around, trying to work out where I was.

"You have decided to wake up then!" came the smooth voice of Professor Snape.

"Sir what happened?" trying to remember how I got here.

"Fire Whisky, do I need to say any more?" was his reply.

I sat up in bed trying to remember, and then it all came back. The glass of whisky in the kitchens while trying to get the party food.

So after flushing red "But how did I get here Sir?"

"I carried you here, as I caught your two friends trying to get the very inebriated you back to the Gryffindor common rooms, they weren't having much luck! So I put you to bed after giving you a potion to get the alcohol out of your system."

I flushed red again and looked down at the bedspread, no longer wanting to look the man directly in the face.

Obviously noticing my discomfort he asked "How do you feel?"

"Umm OK I guess" still blushing bright red

"You guess? Could you be a little more specific? Do you have a headache, feel any nausea?"

"No neither, but I have a horrible taste in my mouth."

He pointed in the direction of the bathroom. "There should be a new toothbrush in the cupboard, once you have had a shower meet me in the dining room."

So after a shower which made me feel much better, I made it back to the bedroom I had slept the night before. I noticed that trunk had appeared, with my clothes hanging in the wardrobe.

I wondered why everything had been brought down, it seemed like a waste of efffort as it would have to go back up later…or would it?

I quickly got dressed and made my way to the dining room, contemplating the whole time about why my stuff was here. My mind just kept coming back to punishments. What would Professor Snape do to me for getting totally pissed on fire whisky, I couldn't imagine that he would let me off and put it down to one of life's lessons. His comment of 'Spanking' just kept coming in to my head making my stomach churn, I could smell food and minutes earlier I would have been ravenous but now I would be able to eat a thing.

I walked into the dining room and as the smell suggested there was food laid out, with two sittings set. Professor Snape walked in and gestured for me to sit down. I did but couldn't lift my eyes up from my lap.

"Miss Edwards, will you please eat your breakfast"

"Sir I am not hungry"

"I thought you told me that you were not feeling nauseas was this not the truth?"

"No Sir I was fine then, its just……."

"It's just what?"

In a whisper I replied "Are you going to spank me?"

There was a pause, either from Professor Snape thinking of a reply or trying to decipher what I had said so quietly.

"Why do you think you should be?" was his reply.

I really hated it when he answered a question with a question, and that one I really didn't want to answer.

I just looked up at him with wide eyes, pleading with him not to make me answer.

"So what is your answer?" he asked again.

After a lot of deliberating I came up with "Umm I don't know."

"OK, lets go over what happened last night, do you think you should have been drinking, when it is illegal for you to drink under the age of 18 and the school rules state that 'Drinking is prohibited at Hogwarts'?"

"No Sir"

"So for the seriousness of the disobedience, and knowing the rules that I set when I took over your guardianship, do you think that you should be spanked?"

The only sound that came from me was a gulp, but I am sure that Professor Snape took that as a affirmative.

So now I was looking at my lap again, feeling my whole face blushing bright red.

"Jak, please eat you breakfast and we will deal with the punishments later."

"Sir I cant, my stomach is doing somersaults."

"So would you like to get the punishment over with first?"

There were so many things wrong with that question 'would I like' but I just nodded.

He motioned for me to follow, which I did with my head still bowed. We arrived in his study, were I just stood there not knowing what to do. He picked up a hard back armless chair an put it in the middle of the room. Then he sat in and motioned for me to approach him. I stood between his legs, with my head still bowed, I just couldn't bring myself to look him in the face. That choice was soon to be taken away from me, when he put his fingers under my chin and raised my head until my eyes were level with his.

"Okay Jak as this is your first time I will be lenient and only use my hand, but please remember that for further transgressions of this seriousness I will be using either a hairbrush, wooden ruler or paddle. Do you understand?"

I just nodded

"Please give me a verbal answer"

A quiet "Yes Sir" was my reply.

"Please take off your jeans and place them over the chair, you wont want to be wearing them for the rest of today."

I just stood there in shock, before I was given a little push in the direction of the chair. Once by the chair I fumbled with the buttons for a while, but after a "Do you need any help?" I quickly removed them. This was already embarrassing enough with out having him remove my jeans. Once they were folded in the chair I made my way back to Professor Snape.

As I walked towards him he pulled me over the lap and the next thing I was looking at was carpet. He adjusted his legs to make sure I was in the most comfortable position, for him not me. Then he reached either side of my knickers waist band and pulled them down to my knees. At this I took in a sharp breath from shock. He then placed on arm around my waist to ensure I couldn't move.

"Jak are you ready?"

I nodded, but then remembered that he liked a verbal answer and squeaked out a "Yes Sir".

I was holding my breath waiting for the start, grabbing hold of the rungs of the chair until my knuckles turned white.

Then it came, SMACK. At first is was the noise that seemed worse until there was a burning sensation in my bum.

SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK my bum was now becoming very uncomfortable.

After another five smacks, "What are you being punished for Jak?"

I had been holding my breath and as I did answer quick enough, he landed another smack to get me to answer.

"For drinking fire whisky"

After another five smacks, "Why shouldn't you have been drinking fire whisky?"

This was hurting so bad now I didn't think I would ever sit down again.

A sobbed reply came "Be....cause (sniff) it's against the school ruuuules"

Another smack came "And why else?"

I was crying quite freely now, my bum felt like it was on fire, I really just wanted this to end, so pleading wasn't above me "Because it's illeeegal to drink under eighteen (sniff)…please sir no more it hurts so bad"

He then lowered his left knee and raised his right to give him better access to my vulnerable bit were bum and thighs meet.

Another ten smacks landed there and it felt like someone had literally set fire to my bum, then it stopped. It took me a while to realise this, but I felt his hand soothingly rubbing my back. After about five minutes, I had stopped crying, but was still having trouble controlling my sobbing.

He carefully pulled up my knickers and righted me up.

Then he did something so unexpected, he pulled me into a hug, not just a pity hug but a full on hug. He continued to rub my back and say soothing things in my ear. Like everything okay now and you took your punishment well and all is forgiven. He even kissed the top of my head. I hugged back with all my might not wanting to move out from this comfortable position.

"Are you Okay now?" he asked

A muffled "Yes Sir" came back

He pulled me out of the hug and looked in to eyes.

"I'm sorry"

"Jak all is forgiven, but we need to talk about the rest of the punishment"

"REST??"

"Yes Jak, the rest. Firstly you will write 200 lines of 'I will not consume alcohol until I turn eighteen as it is against the law.' And you will be grounded for two weeks."

"Grounded?"

"Yes, you will be staying down here, where I can keep an eye on you. While grounded you will have a bedtime of 9.00pm on a school night and 10.00pm on the weekends. During this time you will do extra school work and I will find you some chores to keep you busy. Do you have anything you want to say?"

"No Sir"

Then he pulled me back in to a hug, where I was happy to stay.

This is when I realised that out relationship had changed for the better.