Chapter 2 Out of the Way

It had only been two weeks since Minerva became Potter's mistress and he was leaving her already. The pain created from his neglect was almost too much to bear; it took every ounce of energy she had to get out of bed every morning but the need that filled her very soul broke her. It had only been two weeks and James loved the fact that the Great Minerva McGonagall was withering like a beautiful rose without water. Oh, he knew what would happen to her if he left her alone long enough but that was the fun of this game. Her pride had to be broken before he gave her what she needed. She would have to bed and plead for his blood; she had to show her new weakness to everyone before he gave her his attention for she now depended on him and she needed to learn that he could end her very existence.

She was supposed to be on her nightly patrol making sure every single student was in bed and that the castle was safe but she just couldn't. Not tonight. Tonight, Minerva decided she needed James. Minerva got out of bed, leaving her dressing gown on the chair against the wall and walked out of her quarters only wearing a thin green silk nightgown – it wasn't a far walk from her quarters to the boys dorms and before she knew what she was doing Minerva spoke the password and the portrait swung open allowing the Head of House into the common room.

"Now, I need to find James."

Minerva began walking up the stairs that lead to the dorms and once she reached the top of the stairs she took a left and pushed open the door. Once the door was opened her body took over. She could smell James more than anyone else and his scent sent chills down her spine, having no other choice she let her body guide her to what she needed while in her mind she began to belittle herself.

"Minerva McGonagall, you are pathetic! You're acting like a harlot! You should be ashamed of yourself for carrying on in this manner. In fact, you should turn around and go straight to Albus and confess."

But her body's needs couldn't be overridden and she already knew it was pointless to fight anymore and having reached her destination she sat down on James' bed content to watch him sleep but then the need to be closer became too strong, she needed to have him now. She climbed farther onto the bed and straddled James' hips and then lends down and whispered in his ear.

"James, wake up darling. I need you."

But he didn't respond. She couldn't handle it anymore. The pain was far too great and she was leaving her to suffer but he was so close and he wouldn't wake up to relieve her agony. Her body was trembling and between sobs, she began to plead with the boy beneath her.

"Please wake up. I'm so tired of always needing you and of you never being around. Please. Please make the pain go away James. I'll do anything…just please make it stop!" She placed a series of kissing on his neck hoping they would somehow wake him. Her sobs only stopped when she felt hands on her hips but she couldn't bring herself to move in order to look into his eyes. She only moved when his hands moved to her head pushing her mouth closer to his neck.

"You can feed, Minerva, but once you're done it will be my turn to take what I need from you. You will only leave my bed when I say you can. Understood?"

She licked his neck, savoring the taste before whispering, "Yes, may I feed now Master?"

"Go ahead."

Pulling away, she looked into his eyes. "Will it hurt you?"

"Only for a moment, then it will be the greatest pleasure either of us has ever known."

She moved her mouth back to his neck and licked him once more and began to shift her hips to grind herself against him for she needed more than his blood but for now his blood would do. Then she sank her teeth into his neck and was filled with a warmth she had deeply missed. She could feel her body rejoicing at having what it had so desperately needed but the pleasure was far better than anything she had ever felt before and she needed to feel more. Before she had her fill of his blood, James ripped her away from his neck.

"You've had enough. Now, it's my turn." Before he could flip their positions, Minerva moved back to his neck and begged for permission to have more. "You may not have more!" Her eyes were filled with tears because she no longer felt the warmth that his blood had created was it ran down her throat and filled her stomach but she knew what was coming next. He would take her right there in the boy's dorm without silencing charms so everyone would hear her cries as he pumped into her roughly. He would leave bruises that she wouldn't be able to hide but she was thankful that no one would know her identity for it was too dark in the room. All they would know would be that James was sleeping with a Professor and that she had loved it.

He flipped them over so that he was now on top and he looked at the woman beneath him. Her hair was out of its braid, there was blood on her lips, her eyes were glowing a bright green and she smelled aroused. James licked his lips and said loud enough for all to hear:

"Who would have thought that Minerva McGonagall was nothing more than a wanton whore willing to spread her legs for any man that would do her roughly?"

Minerva was horrified. Now every boy in the dorm knew who was in James' bed. She couldn't speak – he had just ruined her for good. There was no way she would still be a teacher come tomorrow evening.

"Please don't…"

"Don't what Minerva? Give you what you want? What you truly desire – to be dominated, to be used, to be marked for what you truly are?" Groaning he continued. "Don't worry I'm going to give you exactly what you need. I'm going to leave you marked so that every man knows you're a whore and that you're mine!"

James pinned her to the bed with a wordless spell then ripped her nightgown open leaving her completely exposed. Leaning down, he placed a kiss on her ear. "Don't worry only I know what you are." He placed himself at her entrance. "They can't hear us talking but they will hear your cries of ecstasy." Then he pushed himself deeply into her causing a cry of need to escape her throat. "I fully intend on taking you roughly, don't you worry."

For the rest of the night the other boys heard the cries of the unknown woman in James' bed and they all wondered which Professor he had been lucky enough to bed. No one would have guessed it was McGonagall until the next morning at breakfast when she appeared at the head table with bruises on her wrists and a hickey on her neck along with a smile on her face. But no one noticed the worried express on the Headmaster's face once he took in the appearance of his Deputy. No one bothered to notice that McGonagall only looked up once during the entire meal and it was to look at James. The only person who caught the glance was the Headmaster and he kept looking from his Deputy to James Potter trying to figure out what was going on between the two.

James knew he was in trouble once the old man finally figured out what was going on between him and McGonagall, even more so once the Headmaster realized what James had done to the woman. He was beginning to panic just thinking about what would happen to him if Dumbledore found out what had happened to Minerva McGonagall.

"I need to get rid of her before it's too late." And then an idea popped into his head. "I'll just start dating that Evans girl which should be easy considering she already has a crush on me and then once we're together I can leave Minerva to wither then she'll be out of my way." Looking back up at the head table, James just smiled at the Headmaster. "They both will. This is going to be fun!"