Short Chapter, further setting the scene for smut in the next chapter. Who's excited for smut?!
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'SHE WHAT?! THIS IS MADNESS OLD MAN, I WILL TAKE NO PART OF IT!'
'Calm down Severus or you'll give yourself a coronary, or Poppy one if she hears of how worked up you are getting'.
I was shaking with anger, how dare she offer herself to me like a lamb to the slaughter, how dare she thrust herself upon me like this, no thought to how this will damage my soul, how this will sully my conscious!
'Presumptuous chit! Both you and the Dark Lord will have something in common now. You'll be most upset as I'm going to put us all out of our misery but killing her myself! The nerve of the child!'
'She is no longer a child Severus as she has so proven, now the sooner you move on and accept this the sooner you can be done with the nightmare and hopefully the Dark Lord will be appeased'
'I will never be done with this nightmare as long as the Dark Lord lives Headmaster'
'Of that we can agree Severus, but the immediate threat on your life is of our most pressing concern'.
'I would like to be alone now headmaster if you please…'
'Of course my boy, please don't drink yourself into oblivion tonight, you are supposed to be back teaching your glasses tomorrow'
'You were a fool to remind me of that headmaster, now I wish to drink more…'
The headmaster chuckled as he made his way to the floor and disappeared into the green flames.
The girl… I stared into the flames of the fire sipping my drink and thinking about THE GIRL. I couldn't think her name. Too real. The girl offering her innocence to me for the greater good. Though given what I saw in her mind she may have well offered it to me anyways, greater good be damned. I knew I had no choice but to accept this plan to stage the act for the Dark Lord, knowing that she was consenting, knowing she was mature enough to handle this. Knowing that she desired me anyways. She desired me… It was still an alien concept but one that plagued me at inopportune moments. Leaving me with an uncomfortable erection and guilt. I suppose I would have to speak to her and figure out how best we go about directing this play from hell…