Dominance – Chapter One.
When she came to him, she had been so naïve and shy. He remembered the night well..
Young Becca Kytes was a seventh year Slytherin student. She was pretty much Slytherin's answer to Hermione Granger, and became so absorbed in her studies.
She was somewhat startled when Draco Malfoy asked her for… well, to become another of his many "conquests" as he so put it, told her she was gagging for it really…
She vehemently declined, and returned to her dorm denying all knowledge of it even happening. Shaking her head and muttering, stupid boys.
Draco and his posse glared at her over breakfast the next morning.
Becca just hid behind her best friend Dorian, he was practically her brother, and he was always there for her. He burst out laughing once he found the reason for the group's icy glares and snide comments.
For once someone had the gall to turn down the precious Malfoy stripling and about time too. The prat was beginning to get too cocky for his own good, even more so than usual.
The resident professor of Potions and Slytherin head of house observed the activities of his students upon that morning. He would have to find out what was causing this rift between the two groups. He would speak to Malfoy first, knowing he would deny anything that could incriminate him, and then speak to Becca afterwards, whom he knew would tell the truth.
He watched as Malfoy and his cronies left the great hall, a look of distaste evident upon his features, and then Becca and her companion burst into fits of giggles and fast speech as only girls do. He was sure Mr. Gravenor was gay; he was exactly like her gay best friend, or whatever the loathsome muggle expression was.
He too stalked out of the hall via the staff exit and retreated to his office.
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Later on in the day Becca was sat in potions class, she had brewed everything to perfection, as always, and sat back to watch the others patiently. She knew that it would be rude to do otherwise.
"Slacking are we miss Kytes?" Professor Snape said, standing directly behind her.
He heard her shaky exhale and could've sworn that he saw a shiver traverse the length of her spine. He delighted almost sadistically in her reaction to his closeness.
"N-No sir, I-I've finished my potion already sir." She said obediently, hoping that he wouldn't find fault with it, as he always would, whether it was there or not. He'd always pick up on something.
He peered into her cauldron nonchalantly; it was impeccable as it always was. He usually thought up some excuse for her to begin again, often only doing so as he could watch her, and she would remain here for a while longer.
Today, he thought that she deserved the credit that should have been receiving all along.
"Acceptable as always, well executed." from anyone else she would be slightly miffed, it was evidently much more than acceptable, judging from the pale shade of lavender it had turned… but from professor Snape it was high praise indeed.
She blushed furiously and kept her eyes lowered, unable to look up to professor Snape. It was the eyes, she thought, they seemed to almost bore into a person, look at them, yet straight through at the same time.
"Thank you professor Snape sir!" She said sincerely.
He smirked. She was perfect in her innocence. "Miss Kytes. See me after class." He said shortly and strode to the front of the class room, resuming his seat behind the podium.
She watched as he walked away from her, his black robes billowing decadently behind him.
Becca let out the breath that she didn't realize she had been holding. He had been too close; she fancied she could feel the heat emanating from his body, washing over her in waves.
She had no clue how she was meant to survive tonight.
The lesson was coming to an end, she suddenly realized that professor Snape needed to speak with her, as she was sure that it wasn't a detention, but he had not told her a time. When was she supposed to arrive? She certainly didn't want to anger the dark man by being late.
She watched all of the other students leave, and walked nervously up to the front of the class, her hands clutching and toying with the leather strap of the satchel that rested across her chest.
"Professor?" A small timid voice reached his ears, her voice.
He looked up, seeing how afraid she was. "Yes?" He asked softly, hoping to diffuse the tension. He noticed she relaxed a fraction.
"You n-needed to speak with me later sir, b-but you didn't specify a time?" She meant it to be a statement, but it turned itself into an open question, she felt exceedingly stupid as her cheeks heated in embarrassment.
"Is… Eight O'clock agreeable to you?" He asked leisurely, almost enjoying her nervousness.
Her eyes widened in surprise. "Y-yes sir, thank you sir!" She had expected him to just demand for her to arrive at a certain time, uncaring as to any plans that she might have.
She turned to leave the classroom as quickly as she could. "Goodbye professor." She said as an afterthought, thinking it rude to just leave, she was however shocked when he returned it.
She closed the door upon her exit, the heavy metal handle feeling icily cold against her sweaty palm. She really needed to get her emotions in check…
It was nearing 8pm, and she had changed into normal muggle clothes. Becca liked to keep her uniform pristine and often changed as soon as her lessons were over. She shrugged on her school robe atop the low rise, skin tight denim shorts and t-shirt. It was from a concert she'd been to. KISS were one of her favourite bands, and she'd been lucky enough to see them live. Upon the shirt she proudly adorned was the band name in the signature capital letters and font, with two high platform boots, and the words "Do you love me?" with a love heart. It was the name of one of her favourite songs.
She grabbed her book bag just in case it was an essay or something of the like that professor Snape had planned for her, she stuck her wand into her pocket and left her dorm. She was the Head Girl and as such had her own dormitory, separate from the rest of Slytherin house. The Head Boy this year was from Ravenclaw, and had his room across from hers, in their own wing of the castle.
She hurried down the moving staircases, and paid a quick trip to the kitchens on the way. Narrowly avoiding being prepared a banquet by the gracious house elves, she explained that she had detention and only fancied a slice of buttered bread.
Naturally she was given two, but it was a lot less than the elves normally bestowed upon a late night visitor. She was impressed with herself, and folded the slice in half and munched quickly, before walking to professor Snape's office.
She timidly knocked the door, and heard the smooth "Enter."
She opened the door, and shut it carefully behind her.
"I see you have brought work with you." He stated the obvious.
"I-I thought I might need it professor." She stuttered, hating how vulnerable she felt around this powerfully impressive man.
He smirked, she was always prepared.
"I only wish for a moment of you're time for conversation, miss Kytes." He rumbled smoothly.
She placed the bag upon the floor, and stood before the desk waiting to be asked to sit, he gestured to the chair in front of his desk, and she sat.
"Of course professor." She said, looking up at him expectantly.
"I am curious as to the rift caused between yourself and mister Malfoy, and his friends alike." His voice purposely held no emotion.
"Oh… that. It's nothing professor." She said, raising a hand to casually cradle one side of her face, in a small attempt to hide herself from his view.
He observed her false nonchalance with curiosity. "It certainly looks like something Miss Kytes."
"It honestly isn't anything important professor, Draco asked me for something which I refused to give him." She stated, hoping that was enough and that she could just gloss over the details and save herself some embarrassment.
"What happened, tell me exactly." He emphasized the word without raising his voice, remarkable ability that.
"Draco a-asked me, to well, sleep with him. I suppose is the phrase, although he used much more vulgar terminology. Told me I was "gagging for it", and I declined as politely as I could. Now he has some sort of hatred for me, and me and my best friend Dorian simply find it amusing." She finished, hoping including Dorian would distract from the embarrassing topic of sleeping with Draco Malfoy. The thought alone made her gag… damned ferret face.
He smirked, thinking it must have been something like that. Draco was known for attempting to sleep with every which of age in Hogwarts. Becca was tough, and would not crack under pressure, he therefore would fail, and this is the cause of the rift. Draco was petulant and would sulk for a while.
He moved to the front of the desk, leaning against the wood, arms folded over his chest. "Well… Are you Miss Kytes?" He said, voice a seductive couple of octaves lower than usual.
She shivered and her heart positively pounded within her chest. "A-Am I wh-what sir?" She stared into his eyes, glittering down at her, wishing that she hadn't for she couldn't look away.
He leant in close, so that his breath tickled the sensitive inner skin of her delicate ear. "Gagging for it…"