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Remember, it's not NC-17 in this chapter. That comes in a couple of chapters' time.

Chapter 6: Remedies

"Well then, we'll have to remedy that now won't we Miss Blackwater?" With one graceful movement he reached out and grabbed both of her wrists in his hands.

"Professor!" she yelled out panic stricken. Was he going to hurt her? How far would he go just to make her frightened of him?

He answered her desperate plea by forcibly pressing his lips to hers. Something clicked in her mind and a part of her shut off. No matter what he did to her, she would not react. Her dumb relaxed state obviously angered and confused him as he tried for another approach. She felt herself being suddenly pushed roughly onto his desk and she watched as ungraded papers flew off and a bottle of dried billywig stings smashed to the ground. His grip on her wrists moved to one hand as the other grabbed the back of her neck. Pulling her face forward until it was an inch from his.

"You look scared Blackwater, don't tell me I've won that easily."

She found her voice and although it was choked it spoke her mind.

"I'm not scared." she swallowed then added more quietly, "Nothing you can do will scare me."

"Nothing?"

Morgana shook her head.

"What about this?" His large hand left her neck and found it's way to her knee. She looked down at it, then up to meet Snape's eyes. Those endless black tunnels held her in a type of trance.

"Well?"

Again she shook her head.

"Interesting."

All Morgana could think about was how close her teacher was and how warm his hand felt on her leg. She figured, he saw it as anyone being that close to him would be scare half out of their wits but it didn't her. She knew Snape was anything but stupid, he would know what the students call him behind his back, not counting the fact that she had said most of them straight to his face.

She struggled to free her now aching wrists but he refused.

"Let go." Her voice appeared calm and normal, as if nothing was amiss. 

"I don't think so."

"Well then, loosen your grip. It's bruising me. I don't want another broken wrist."

Morgana watched as the look on Professor Snape's face contorted from sadistic pleasure to something that resembled out right anger. He was clearly discussed with the fact his actions were having no effect on this usually shy, timid and withdrawn student.

"What are you planning on doing to me?"

"Nothing he replied curling his upper lip with distain. "If you don't want me to." Before she had a chance to think about his answer he had slipped her cloak off of her shoulders with one graceful movement. "You know how to make me stop." He added cruelly.

She knew, yes, she definitely knew. He wanted her to give in, to say he had won then, and only then, would he cease his current actions. Somehow though, her mind was to concerned about that now, it was too busy wondering how many students he treated in this way.

Morgana closed her eyes so she couldn't see what Snape was doing, although she could definitely feel it. In fact she found the whole situation shamefully exciting. A teacher she hated, during detention and on the Professors very own desk. Morgana mentally told herself for thinking such things. He wasn't insane enough to take things that far just to scare a student. As soon as he realizes she not going to succumb to his plan he will stop and let her go.

"Come now Miss Blackwater, why have you closed your eyes? You're not nervous now are you?"

She snapped them open only to find Snape's mocking face inches from hers. Taking a deep breath she stated calmly.

"Do your worst." He sneered in return. "But I'd rather leave my worst for a more appropriate time." With that he lat go of her wrists but she made no attempt to leave. She knew he would not let her go just yet he wasn't finished with her.

Both his hands were now resting on her knees, but it wasn't long before they very slowly began to run up her outer thighs. Not knowing how to react, other than telling him he's won, she let herself fall back onto his desk. She would never let him win.

The sensation of his fingers on her skin was like nothing she'd ever felt. Part of her mind was pleading for her to make it all stop while the other half was urging him on relentlessly. While her two halves were in conflict, a third and new sensation came to life as she felt her underwear being dragged down her legs.

Suddenly, any doubts she had held about him taking it too far faded rapidly as she heard the click of his belt buckle…

A/N: We're going to be combining chapters soon so Ch 1 and 2 will be together and so on and so forth. Just to make things a bit longer to read and so there aren't as many chapters to read by the time we're finished.

(Blackwater): "Oooooohh… I can't wait, I can't wait…. Lots of stuff is going to happen in the next few chapters…"

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