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Taming Your Will
Chapter 3
"Professor please." Her raspy breath pressed against his ear. "I want you."
"Impossible," he roughly pushed the girl away. Struggling for self- control, the conflicted man moved towards the locked door. The chilling laughter from the tiny frame caused him to pause at his hasty action.
"Impossible for me to want you," she seductively swayed her hips forward. "Or impossible for us to happen."
"Both," he gritted his teeth tightly. "I am in no position to have a relationship with a current student or follow Order member. Further more, your two brainless playmates would never leave me alone."
"I want you." She repeated with lust clearly seen in her eyes. "Take me Severus, its all for you." She dropped her black robe, revealing milky white skin.
Shocked by her nakedness, he felt himself shaking with emotion. His mind was screaming for him to run. Leave before you make an incredible mistake. Yet his body reached out urgently pressing into her soft body. With a yearning moan, she arched into his arms, demanding for his warmth and hardness.
"Please," she rubbed her sweet center against his. Feeling the molting heat of a willing woman, he lean into her ravishing her red sweet lips. Automatically, she weaved her hands through his long dark hair, feeling its silkily texture. Groaning from the pleasure of her innocent sensitivity, Severus pushed her sharply onto the floor. Quickly his hands roamed her body, not missing an inch of her perfect skin. Soon both nude bodies moved in tune causing ripples of ecstasy into every nerve.
Finally as he collapsed from spilling his every seed into her tight hot center, he gently kissed her sweaty forehead. Smugly he watched as she fluttered her deep dark eyes in exhaustion and whispered quietly. "You're mine Hermione. Only mine."
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Jolting awake from his altered muggle alarm clock, Severus shouted in lucid curses. Realizing where he was, his muscles relaxed slowly, placing his wand back onto the nightstand. In bright bold red, the digits read 6:30 am. Groaning, Severus fell back onto his bed, wishing he were still asleep. Yet as those vivid images of his last dream circled his brain, he felt rushing blood move to other regions. Moaning at the cool touch of satin trousers, Severus moved his large hands to his aching organ.
If he couldn't satisfy his needs with the real thing, he would just have to take care of it himself. As he felt his own release build, he couldn't help but feel resigned for all the naughty images of Hermione Granger in his mind.
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The air was crisp with fallen leaves piled above the withering green grass. Since dawn had moments before spread across the sky, Hermione tried enjoying the peacefulness she should soon not have. In 30 minutes the school would awake, creating life, while responsibility would return to her schedule.
Sighing towards the raising sun, Hermione stood stretching her small limbs. Like a cat rustled from a comfortable spot, she gracefully moved back into a dignified poise. Confidently strolling through Hogwarts she mentally went through her days work. First she had NEWT Level Potions and Charms then lunch with Herbology and Ancient Runes afterwards. Which was followed with a Prefects meeting, before heading for a quick dinner in the Great Hall. Leaving only half an hour with Harry and Ron until she started making her rounds after curfew.
Shaking her head, Hermione felt herself laugh at the irony. Two years ago this would have been the perfect schedule. It kept her busy with school, which she loved. And yet still maintain an equally balanced time to see her friends. But now with each student taking different schedules, she rarely saw her best friends in class. Then with their budding romances, many times she was left finding her own amusement. And any excitement in Hermione Granger's life was learning, which meant more books. How did her most loved hobby turned into another chore?
"Hey," she felt a callous hand touch her shoulder. Surprised Hermione reached around ready to slap the offender silly.
With his seeker abilities, Harry caught her movement before any real damage was caused. "Oh Harry, I'm sorry. I didn't know it was you."
"I would hope so," Harry spoke noticing the pink blush shown on her cheeks. "Unless that's you're new way of greeting."
"No," Hermione quickly answered. "I just thought," but paused at what she was about to say. Ever since Lucius Malfoy had appeared two months ago, her heart beat with anxiety. In every corner she could feel his eyes trailing over her body. Those dark places in the night, made her grasp her wand tighter. The eerie silence left unsettling thoughts, rushing through her brain. Yet it wasn't fear that caused these emotions, but excitement. The muggle hating death eater of a man sparked something in her that others did not. Though she despised Malfoy and everything he represented, she was intrigued. He had power she sometimes wished she had over people. Had the ability to use charm and wit to hold you until your soul was lost. He was a challenge, which made it even more thrilling.
"Who did you think I was?" Harry felt his anger rush forward. Not answering his question, Harry harshly grabbed her arm. Shocked by his uncensored emotion, Hermione squealed from his touch. Awaking from the impact nerves, Harry let go. "Sorry," he mumbled softly. "I just don't want anyone hurting you."
Though slightly peeved at his overprotective quality, Hermione couldn't help but smile. Harry's eyes shone with true sincerity and lips quiver in doubt. Sometimes the day didn't seem right without his boyish grin. "Its no one Harry. Truly," she kissed his cheek, feeling unshaved hair. "Besides, I would hex anyone trying to touch me, before you could get a hold of them."
Laughing with his best friend, Harry let the subject slide. But unlike Ron, who easily brushed aside Hermione's brave front, Harry quietly filed them inside his head. Someone was definitely bothering her, and he only needed one guess of whom.
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"Damn you Potter!" Severus threw the half filled brandy into the roaring fireplace. Flames erupted as hard alcohol collide with the fire. "And your mindless weasel."
Since his morning erection, Severus had fought the images of thrusting in to Hermione. But when he saw her and Potter cuddling in the hallway, those pictures came rushing back. Then he had to sit through an agonizing double section of NEWT Level Potions with her brewing over hot stemming cauldrons. After two cold showers, he was able to seat and enjoy his lunch from the urging desires. And he would have been fine if Sprout hadn't traded Prefect meeting supervisions with him. That hour left him wondering if the Weasley family motto was to shag every single day. Not only had Weasel flirted the entire time with the Head girl, but with every single Prefect female in that room. Even his bloody sister, was charmed by his carefree exterior. Merlin, the boy probably got more sex than him.
Shivering from that image, Severus grabbed his expensive brandy. As he reached for another cup, the sounds of continuous knocking grew louder. Sighing from the intruder breaking his drinking binge, he waved for the wards to fall.
Entering with an outline of what he was going to say, Lucius was not expecting to see a half drunken Potions Master brooding in front of his mantle. "I see you're having fun." Lucius couldn't resist the words stumbling out of his mouth. Only receiving a sneer, Severus returned to his easy escape. Knowing an inebriated Snape was not going to speed his new project, Malfoy did the best thing he could do.
Slap
Growling from the contact, Snape snaked his long fingers around Malfoy's swan like neck. "Why the fuck did you just hit me?" He purposely spat each word.
Calmly placing his hands over madly shaking ones, Lucius gently caress them. "To sober you up."
"Fuck off," Severus pushed the shorter man away, hating the feeling he got whenever he touched him.
"I could do that too." The blonde smiled knowing the effect he had with the acid man. Sensing Severus nerves about to break, Lucius moved towards the open bar. Pouring him self a shot of whisky, Lucius felt the warm liquor run down his throat. Silently he sat on an empty stool, allowing his old friend, moments to compose himself.
Seconds later Snape waved his wand, causing a tiny vile to fly across the room. Taking the dark green substance, the blurred haze across Severus face disappeared instantly. Returning to his usual sneer, Snape pulled his seat across from the light hair man challenging him to speak.
Patience running extra thin, Malfoy broke the stillness. "Any reason for this particular indulgence?" His smooth hand waved towards the broke glass.
"Yes," Snape hissed with anger. "But it has nothing to do with you."
"Pity," Lucius gave a mischievous smile. "Would you allow me to guess?"
"Malfoy as interesting as I found your company, I much rather you get to the point." The dark man snapped with vexation. "Unless you want to dive in to your own particular indulgences tonight." His voice turned into pure sugar, begging to be melted inside.
Laughter filled the room, as Lucius maintain his eyes on Severus. Yes he was a dear old friend. One who understood him completely and actions he made. He knew Severus would help him. He always did in the end.
"I have a favor to ask." Severus raised his eyebrow at the statement. "You have access to something I want. And the only way I will achieve it, is with your corporation." Lucius spoke, briefly taking a sip. "I need to get Hermione Granger's trust. Dumbledore thinks you're spying for them and I'm sure Potter knows about it. Which means that Granger thinks you're the non glory-seeking hero, working for the good side. I want you to tell them I've changed. I'm willing to fight for their cause. Then after gaining her trust, I can use her."
"What makes you think she believes that about me?"
"Oh please Severus, the girl has brains and so do I. She's the only person in this school who doesn't look at you with disgust. Sometimes on your good days she even looks awed by your intelligences."
Shrugging the joy of this revelation, Snape continued his questioning. "How do you expect me to make them believe you've changed? Potter and his merry friends still don't trust me. Only Dumbledore does and even the Dark Lord knows he never says everything."
"Look," Lucius leaned towards Severus in impatience. "Are you going to help me or not?"
"What's in it for me? What are you going to do to the girl? Rape her than cast her aside? It's a rather unoriginal plan of yours."
"No, I have better plans for her." Malfoy brushed his loose hair aside, letting his eyes linger on Snape's. "Once my plan is in place, I'll share the profits with you. You know the Dark Lord trusts me. I can restore you're proper place in the circle. We can be partners again. Wouldn't you like that Severus? Us being together again?" His tone brought back memories of their younger devilish days.
Struggling to keep his cool, Severus spoke with the best snarl he could muster. "You would actually do that Lucius? Place your selfness aside, for someone else. Isn't it against the Malfoy code to think of others." He stood moving towards his door. "You came to Hogwarts for a muggleborn. You came here for my help."
"Yes," Lucius interrupted Snape's rant. "But that's who we are. Either you help me and take part of the deal or I do it myself. And Severus you know how I do things by myself."
"Don't threaten me Lucius. I could break you in a second and everything you have." Snape moved forward towering over the other man who dared to insult him with threats.
"Good," Malfoy gave a morbid smile. "That's the Severus Snape I know."
"Get out Lucius," Severus pointed at the door. "Its to late to bargain with you." Facing away from the blonde, Snape missed the indescribable emotion shown in Malfoy's eyes. Giving a brief look at the brooding man, Lucius left the dungeons knowing that the game was beginning. And only Merlin knew how excited he was.
A.N.
Thank you everyone for the lovely reviews. I hoped you liked this chapter. I felt very naughty writing it. Keep the comments coming, because I get many of my ideas of your thoughts. Stay tune and I hope to hear from you next time.
Taming Your Will
Chapter 3
"Professor please." Her raspy breath pressed against his ear. "I want you."
"Impossible," he roughly pushed the girl away. Struggling for self- control, the conflicted man moved towards the locked door. The chilling laughter from the tiny frame caused him to pause at his hasty action.
"Impossible for me to want you," she seductively swayed her hips forward. "Or impossible for us to happen."
"Both," he gritted his teeth tightly. "I am in no position to have a relationship with a current student or follow Order member. Further more, your two brainless playmates would never leave me alone."
"I want you." She repeated with lust clearly seen in her eyes. "Take me Severus, its all for you." She dropped her black robe, revealing milky white skin.
Shocked by her nakedness, he felt himself shaking with emotion. His mind was screaming for him to run. Leave before you make an incredible mistake. Yet his body reached out urgently pressing into her soft body. With a yearning moan, she arched into his arms, demanding for his warmth and hardness.
"Please," she rubbed her sweet center against his. Feeling the molting heat of a willing woman, he lean into her ravishing her red sweet lips. Automatically, she weaved her hands through his long dark hair, feeling its silkily texture. Groaning from the pleasure of her innocent sensitivity, Severus pushed her sharply onto the floor. Quickly his hands roamed her body, not missing an inch of her perfect skin. Soon both nude bodies moved in tune causing ripples of ecstasy into every nerve.
Finally as he collapsed from spilling his every seed into her tight hot center, he gently kissed her sweaty forehead. Smugly he watched as she fluttered her deep dark eyes in exhaustion and whispered quietly. "You're mine Hermione. Only mine."
ERRRHEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRHEEEEEEEEERRRRRHEEEEEEEEEEERRR
Jolting awake from his altered muggle alarm clock, Severus shouted in lucid curses. Realizing where he was, his muscles relaxed slowly, placing his wand back onto the nightstand. In bright bold red, the digits read 6:30 am. Groaning, Severus fell back onto his bed, wishing he were still asleep. Yet as those vivid images of his last dream circled his brain, he felt rushing blood move to other regions. Moaning at the cool touch of satin trousers, Severus moved his large hands to his aching organ.
If he couldn't satisfy his needs with the real thing, he would just have to take care of it himself. As he felt his own release build, he couldn't help but feel resigned for all the naughty images of Hermione Granger in his mind.
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The air was crisp with fallen leaves piled above the withering green grass. Since dawn had moments before spread across the sky, Hermione tried enjoying the peacefulness she should soon not have. In 30 minutes the school would awake, creating life, while responsibility would return to her schedule.
Sighing towards the raising sun, Hermione stood stretching her small limbs. Like a cat rustled from a comfortable spot, she gracefully moved back into a dignified poise. Confidently strolling through Hogwarts she mentally went through her days work. First she had NEWT Level Potions and Charms then lunch with Herbology and Ancient Runes afterwards. Which was followed with a Prefects meeting, before heading for a quick dinner in the Great Hall. Leaving only half an hour with Harry and Ron until she started making her rounds after curfew.
Shaking her head, Hermione felt herself laugh at the irony. Two years ago this would have been the perfect schedule. It kept her busy with school, which she loved. And yet still maintain an equally balanced time to see her friends. But now with each student taking different schedules, she rarely saw her best friends in class. Then with their budding romances, many times she was left finding her own amusement. And any excitement in Hermione Granger's life was learning, which meant more books. How did her most loved hobby turned into another chore?
"Hey," she felt a callous hand touch her shoulder. Surprised Hermione reached around ready to slap the offender silly.
With his seeker abilities, Harry caught her movement before any real damage was caused. "Oh Harry, I'm sorry. I didn't know it was you."
"I would hope so," Harry spoke noticing the pink blush shown on her cheeks. "Unless that's you're new way of greeting."
"No," Hermione quickly answered. "I just thought," but paused at what she was about to say. Ever since Lucius Malfoy had appeared two months ago, her heart beat with anxiety. In every corner she could feel his eyes trailing over her body. Those dark places in the night, made her grasp her wand tighter. The eerie silence left unsettling thoughts, rushing through her brain. Yet it wasn't fear that caused these emotions, but excitement. The muggle hating death eater of a man sparked something in her that others did not. Though she despised Malfoy and everything he represented, she was intrigued. He had power she sometimes wished she had over people. Had the ability to use charm and wit to hold you until your soul was lost. He was a challenge, which made it even more thrilling.
"Who did you think I was?" Harry felt his anger rush forward. Not answering his question, Harry harshly grabbed her arm. Shocked by his uncensored emotion, Hermione squealed from his touch. Awaking from the impact nerves, Harry let go. "Sorry," he mumbled softly. "I just don't want anyone hurting you."
Though slightly peeved at his overprotective quality, Hermione couldn't help but smile. Harry's eyes shone with true sincerity and lips quiver in doubt. Sometimes the day didn't seem right without his boyish grin. "Its no one Harry. Truly," she kissed his cheek, feeling unshaved hair. "Besides, I would hex anyone trying to touch me, before you could get a hold of them."
Laughing with his best friend, Harry let the subject slide. But unlike Ron, who easily brushed aside Hermione's brave front, Harry quietly filed them inside his head. Someone was definitely bothering her, and he only needed one guess of whom.
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"Damn you Potter!" Severus threw the half filled brandy into the roaring fireplace. Flames erupted as hard alcohol collide with the fire. "And your mindless weasel."
Since his morning erection, Severus had fought the images of thrusting in to Hermione. But when he saw her and Potter cuddling in the hallway, those pictures came rushing back. Then he had to sit through an agonizing double section of NEWT Level Potions with her brewing over hot stemming cauldrons. After two cold showers, he was able to seat and enjoy his lunch from the urging desires. And he would have been fine if Sprout hadn't traded Prefect meeting supervisions with him. That hour left him wondering if the Weasley family motto was to shag every single day. Not only had Weasel flirted the entire time with the Head girl, but with every single Prefect female in that room. Even his bloody sister, was charmed by his carefree exterior. Merlin, the boy probably got more sex than him.
Shivering from that image, Severus grabbed his expensive brandy. As he reached for another cup, the sounds of continuous knocking grew louder. Sighing from the intruder breaking his drinking binge, he waved for the wards to fall.
Entering with an outline of what he was going to say, Lucius was not expecting to see a half drunken Potions Master brooding in front of his mantle. "I see you're having fun." Lucius couldn't resist the words stumbling out of his mouth. Only receiving a sneer, Severus returned to his easy escape. Knowing an inebriated Snape was not going to speed his new project, Malfoy did the best thing he could do.
Slap
Growling from the contact, Snape snaked his long fingers around Malfoy's swan like neck. "Why the fuck did you just hit me?" He purposely spat each word.
Calmly placing his hands over madly shaking ones, Lucius gently caress them. "To sober you up."
"Fuck off," Severus pushed the shorter man away, hating the feeling he got whenever he touched him.
"I could do that too." The blonde smiled knowing the effect he had with the acid man. Sensing Severus nerves about to break, Lucius moved towards the open bar. Pouring him self a shot of whisky, Lucius felt the warm liquor run down his throat. Silently he sat on an empty stool, allowing his old friend, moments to compose himself.
Seconds later Snape waved his wand, causing a tiny vile to fly across the room. Taking the dark green substance, the blurred haze across Severus face disappeared instantly. Returning to his usual sneer, Snape pulled his seat across from the light hair man challenging him to speak.
Patience running extra thin, Malfoy broke the stillness. "Any reason for this particular indulgence?" His smooth hand waved towards the broke glass.
"Yes," Snape hissed with anger. "But it has nothing to do with you."
"Pity," Lucius gave a mischievous smile. "Would you allow me to guess?"
"Malfoy as interesting as I found your company, I much rather you get to the point." The dark man snapped with vexation. "Unless you want to dive in to your own particular indulgences tonight." His voice turned into pure sugar, begging to be melted inside.
Laughter filled the room, as Lucius maintain his eyes on Severus. Yes he was a dear old friend. One who understood him completely and actions he made. He knew Severus would help him. He always did in the end.
"I have a favor to ask." Severus raised his eyebrow at the statement. "You have access to something I want. And the only way I will achieve it, is with your corporation." Lucius spoke, briefly taking a sip. "I need to get Hermione Granger's trust. Dumbledore thinks you're spying for them and I'm sure Potter knows about it. Which means that Granger thinks you're the non glory-seeking hero, working for the good side. I want you to tell them I've changed. I'm willing to fight for their cause. Then after gaining her trust, I can use her."
"What makes you think she believes that about me?"
"Oh please Severus, the girl has brains and so do I. She's the only person in this school who doesn't look at you with disgust. Sometimes on your good days she even looks awed by your intelligences."
Shrugging the joy of this revelation, Snape continued his questioning. "How do you expect me to make them believe you've changed? Potter and his merry friends still don't trust me. Only Dumbledore does and even the Dark Lord knows he never says everything."
"Look," Lucius leaned towards Severus in impatience. "Are you going to help me or not?"
"What's in it for me? What are you going to do to the girl? Rape her than cast her aside? It's a rather unoriginal plan of yours."
"No, I have better plans for her." Malfoy brushed his loose hair aside, letting his eyes linger on Snape's. "Once my plan is in place, I'll share the profits with you. You know the Dark Lord trusts me. I can restore you're proper place in the circle. We can be partners again. Wouldn't you like that Severus? Us being together again?" His tone brought back memories of their younger devilish days.
Struggling to keep his cool, Severus spoke with the best snarl he could muster. "You would actually do that Lucius? Place your selfness aside, for someone else. Isn't it against the Malfoy code to think of others." He stood moving towards his door. "You came to Hogwarts for a muggleborn. You came here for my help."
"Yes," Lucius interrupted Snape's rant. "But that's who we are. Either you help me and take part of the deal or I do it myself. And Severus you know how I do things by myself."
"Don't threaten me Lucius. I could break you in a second and everything you have." Snape moved forward towering over the other man who dared to insult him with threats.
"Good," Malfoy gave a morbid smile. "That's the Severus Snape I know."
"Get out Lucius," Severus pointed at the door. "Its to late to bargain with you." Facing away from the blonde, Snape missed the indescribable emotion shown in Malfoy's eyes. Giving a brief look at the brooding man, Lucius left the dungeons knowing that the game was beginning. And only Merlin knew how excited he was.
A.N.
Thank you everyone for the lovely reviews. I hoped you liked this chapter. I felt very naughty writing it. Keep the comments coming, because I get many of my ideas of your thoughts. Stay tune and I hope to hear from you next time.