One more chapter till smut…
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It all seemed to make sense to me now, Draco's behaviour towards me, his terrified face as we watched him through the ceiling of Borgin and Burkes. Draco did not want to be a death eater.
'Professors I think Draco Malfoy should be approached and encouraged to defect and be protected by the order'.
Severus was staring at me with a look of incredulity and disbelief on his face, was it not obvious to him that Draco was not a loyal death eater?
Professor Dumbledore seemed delighted by my pronouncement and poured another round of brandy.
'I have to say Hermione what you say does make sense in face of this evidence we have discussed, though Draco, despite it being clear having no love for the Voldemort, definitely has love for his family. He will not leave them easily…'
'Especially his mother' . the professor murmured.
'Yes you are right Severus, you know him best, how should we proceed?'.
'Given that we are supposed to be comrades in arms in the ravaging of Miss Granger I would say I would have to have a discussion with him and suss out his thoughts, perhaps it will guide us in helping to guide him to the light'.
The headmaster and the professor continued in their back and forth about how to approach Draco, leaving me to think about the next time I would be 'ravished' by the professor. When will we do it? Will it be similar to the last time?
'Well it is late, Severus will you escort Miss Granger to her room? The head girls room is on the way to the dungeons'.
'Very well headmaster, I will keep you abreast of any developments with mister Malfoy'.
'Be sure you do, good night Miss Granger, thank you for your assistance this evening'.
I said my goodbyes to the headmaster and Fawkes and followed Professor Snape down the stairwell. He did not seem to be in a conservatorial mood, though I was anxious to ask him a million questions.
We came to the door of my room, the professor was assessing me with his black eyes, searching for what I did not know, but whatever it was I was anxious to give it to him.
'Miss Granger I know you would not be keen for us to 'stage' another act for the Dark Lord but given this new development with Mister Malfoy my attentions will be focused on him for the next few days. Perhaps it is best that we play our parts as soon as possible to ensure we have the right fodder for the dark lords depravity. Would that be of any inconvenience to you?'.
'When? tonight?' I breathed, trying hard to not convey my excitement over the prospect.
He continued to stare down at me, his nostrils flaring, his lips pressed in a thin white line.
'Tomorrow night Miss Granger, you will tell your friends you are assisting me with brewing potions for the infirmary, the act will take place in the potions classroom again. I hope that you will trust me to make it as least traumatic for you as possible?'.
Traumatic? Merlin anything that that involved me getting closer to the professor could not be traumatic. I wanted him so badly, I wanted to please him, to have him lose control over me, to dominate me, to humiliate me and reduce me to a creature of lust and submission.
'I trust you with my life professor, I will see you tomorrow at 8 pm, sweet dreams'
I closed my door behind me, already running through the motions of masturbating to the professor in the shower.