That night, she dreamed of being taken by Snape in a myriad of ways and woke up in the middle of the night so aroused that mere seconds of frigging herself brought her over the edge. For the next week, every fantasy she had – conscious or unconscious – involved her sexual submission to Severus Snape and she could not remember ever having been so... so ruddy horny! Normally her fantasies and masturbation were like scratching an itch. She did it, she enjoyed it, she went on with her life and didn’t feel the need to try again for at least another week or so. But now she was becoming aroused multiple times a day and night. The sudden increase in self-derived pleasure was a welcome treat, but it was also frustrating to have it entirely playing out in her mind. She was getting increasingly desperate and, having still not seen another good match from her spell, she became fixated on a new and highly distressing problem: How to convince Severus Snape to shag her brains out. 