Inspired by The Stirring by Nilsia-Tengun

Muggle Solutions

Snape looked at the muggle solution to dysfunction, as Róisín's heartbeat echoed in his ears. He had hoped, rather vainly, that he would not need these. But he was more than tense trying to bed her, spy for Dumbledore, teach the Potter brat Occlumency, and teach the entirety of Hogwarts potions (O.W.L's and N.E.W.T's students were particularly good at testing his patience this year).

Thump—thump—thump. Her steady heart rate indicated he still had time before she finished herself. He knew he had start thinking of her as a…partner. But that thought still disturbed him. He was her superior, her teacher, and she was a scared powerful magical being capable of blasting him into the wall like she did a fellow member of her house. He tried thinking of her now, one last attempt before succumbing to the muggle pills. He twisted the bottle open, unceremoniously dumping two blue pills in his hand, before twisting the top back on and throwing the bottle into his open desk drawer.

Thump, thump, thump. Her heartbeat sped up as she found a rhythm that suited her needs. The rush in his ears echoing his own need to find a rhythm. He placed the pills on his desk and took himself in his right hand. He closed his eyes and placed his left hand over his face, trying to picture her as…a sexual being in his minds eye. She has dark hair which is…hairlike. Her accent is…Irish. She is…short. Cailleach's tits he was just thinking of facts. ThumpThump, Thump. He tried again. She was in his bed… she has wide hips…she has large brea—Witch of Youghal she is his student! He shoved himself back in his pants. Unwilling to try again, he swallowed the blue pills without water. From his research he was sure that muggle solutions to erectile dysfunction wouldn't interfere with the magic of coupling with a síog. More than anything he was unwilling to use magical charms and potions in his coupling with her. Not because he was unsure if the erectile charms would interfere with coupling, but because he was a man better than that. He was a man who did terrible things, with terrible people, because of a terrible reason. And he'd realized it too late. What had he done to the Dark Lord as a terrible and foolish youth, The Order and his mission to atone for his sins, and her; she was not fictional, some mythological weapon—she was nineteen. And her magic was apoplectic. He would stay a terrible man, but he would not be a rapist.

Thump, ThumpThump. She was nearing completion now. And he would be taking another irreparable step forward to whatever hell was waiting for him. He had gotten the pills from a pharmacy in some nearby Scottish village. He, of course, had to deal with the nosy pharmacist before a self-earned obliviate. This…wizard predicament was so muggle in its solution: it was a violent and regressive muggle solution.

ThumpThumpThump. He moved away from the desk in his study. Took a breath and opened the door to his chambers. Making his dissent with every step forward.

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When will Nilsia return from war? FOAF of The Stirring by Nilsia-Tengun. Also if I made a subreddit would people join it?