Ok, you asked for it and I'm giving it to you, but beware, I will only write for as long as you want this. Again, there is no story just occurring events and I can end with this. Also have to tell ya that I boosted up the rating, because I love details, and changed the title, because it doesn't really make sense over all ;)
The golden fall turned into a frosty winter at Hogwarts and the corridors once again became loud with the commotion of cabin fever students. The weather in the beginning had been kind and peaceful, with light snow falls and beautiful afternoon sunshine as to provide the students with plenty of time to play, but about a week before Christmas holiday started, it had turn for the worse. The sky had grown dark and blizzards came daily. The students couldn't wait for the holidays, so that they could escape the unfortunate turn of events for more amiable climates.
Severus didn't care. He actually felt more serene while looking out the window. He thought that the weather was reflecting his mood, which was always depressed and dark, but lately, it had sunk to a whole new level.
The recurring dreams about a certain seventh year Gryffindor had not let up and they had become even more frequent and vivid. Some dreams were entire sequences, but a lot are flashing images, though erotic just the same. He had created the most potent dream repressing potions he could think of, but that didn't stop the dreams from haunting him during the day.
He still had to see her every week, also. And now that he didn't have her body during the night, he now noticed her whenever she was in view. He kept looking at her without even realizing it and instantly felt himself go hard. Even when he woke up, just the memory of seeing her made him always take a cold shower before dressing.
Why must I be plagued with such thoughts? He knew he had a twisted and demented sense of thinking, but nothing had made him yearn for one of his students. He was very glad that no one noticed his strange behaviour, so it was just between him and whatever the hell was making him feel this way.
No he was in his chambers, dreading to sleep again, when a searing pain hit his forearm and climbed through his entire body. For a moment he gave a loud moan and squeezed the source of the pain, trying to suppress it, but as soon as it had come, it left, and he finally gazed down at the dark mark, which had turned a blood red. It was time for another Death Eater meeting. At least he wasn't going to be falling asleep anytime soon. ~~~~~~~~~~~~
Lucius Malfoy had stopped him as he was leaving the meeting room, by putting one of his hands on Severus's shoulder, making Snape immediately shudder at his touch. He had to remember that at every moment of his life, he was in danger of being discovered and killed.
He turned around, to find Lucius with a sly smile on his face. "I noticed you aren't you're usual, boisterous self, Severus."
Snape gave him his usual cold stare. "I don't know what you are talking about?"
"Oh, come on, there's some chip on your shoulder bigger than usual. I've seen that look before. That's the look of a man that has his mind on something. A woman by chance?"
"If you want to tell me something, Lucius, could you make it quick? I have to be back before somebody notices I am gone."
"Yeah, sure. Who would miss you, Severus?" Sarcasm dripping with every syllable.
Severus couldn't help but feel hurt by the comment. It was of course true. He highly doubted that anybody would even dislike the fact that he had suddenly disappeared. It was evidently apparent, because Lucius' smile had faltered.
"Look. I know something that can help you. I do it all the time for my... paying friends, but for you. I will do it free of charge."
He was beginning to become annoyed. "What is it?"
Lucius looked around, to make sure no one was listening. "I use a series of transfigurations and potions to create some of the most delectable women you will ever meet, and the beautiful thing is that they already love everything about you. You can even make them look like anyone you want with an advanced Poly Juice potion during transformation. Maybe the girl you fancy?"
Severus rolled his eyes at the idea of him fulfilling his dreams with a Hermoine look-a-like. That seemed dirtier than even sleeping with the real thing. "I don't think so."
Lucius turned on his powers of persuasion. "Come on. Who is it? Somebody forbidden? A student perhaps? Oh Severus, you always want the impossible, don't you?"
Snape had had enough of this conversation. "Goodnight, Lucius." And he turned around and started to walk away."
"It's that mudblood, Hermoine Granger, isn't?"
He halted, mid-step. After a moment, he slowly pivoted around to glare at him.
"Bullseye!" Lucius gave himself a short victory then gained on him, staring him right in the eye. "Definitely not a good thing, but what are you going to do? You're only human, and a male human at that. So... are you up to it?"
Severus stared back at him. "No." And he was dead serious. He then turn and left to room and apparated back to Hogsmeade.
But Lucius Malfoy still had that glint in his eyes.
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Another Tuesday comes, along with another seventh year Advanced Potions class and Severus surveys the class with his usual sneer. This class was made up of a collection of his smartest students. Of course, there was Hermoine, but then there was Draco Malfoy, Dean Thomas, Padma Patil, and a whole lot of different students that were barely passing his most difficult curriculum.
The most surprising student, however, was Neville Longbottom. After coming clean about his parents, and learning the support that the other Gryffindors had for him, he became a whole lot more confident in his magical studies, and quickly rose to the top.
Hermoine still helped him, though, because Professor Snape still intimidated him. Not that Snape was helping the situation. He still complained about his potions every time he could, and never failed to pass sour remarks his way every so often.
This particular day, all the students had their own desk and cauldrons to work on, but he could clearly tell that she was still passing him hints.
"Miss Granger. If you feel that you need to help Mr. Longbottom, then maybe you can also help several cauldrons that are not bewitched to clean themselves. You will be here tonight, at eight o'clock for detention."
She couldn't believe her luck. ~~~~~~~~~~
That backstabbing, ignorant, and arrogant son-of-a-bitch.
Snape was swiftly stomping down the corridors and into the dungeons after dinner in the Great Hall, continually glaring at the letter that was probably now melded into his hand. He had received it just a few moments later. Students that were anywhere near him had to duck or throw themselves aside so as not to get in his way.
He knows never to trust a Death Eater, but he never seriously considered that Malfoy would be this thickheaded. All his life, he didn't accept no as an answer, and now it had gone too far.
He had sent one of his living dolls tonight, and was supposed to be apparating outside of Hogsmeade in about two hours. He had to stop her from being seen, then send her back to that conniving shithead. Oh, he's going to get an ear full if not a mouth full.
He was just thinking of what he was going to do to Lucius' kidneys when he walked into his classroom to find her waiting for him.
But she's early! Damn, he wasn't in time to stop her.
Wait. Severus looked at her again. She didn't look like she was ready for whatever the hell she was going to do to him. This one looked like she was ready for class, because she was still wearing her uniform and school robes. This was Hermoine.
Then it hit him like a brick. Her detention. She was on time and he was five minutes late, this was clearly a very backward day. But luckily, she wasn't about to rub it in his face. She would have plenty to do with rubbing those cauldrons.
"I am quite sorry to leave you alone here, Miss Granger." But he wasn't sorry for her. He just wanted to point out that he didn't trust her when his potions were involved. He can still remember when she stole from him in her second year.
"But I have some urgent business outside the school, and you will probably be done when I return. You know where they are, and I want to be able to see my face in them when I come back."
"I don't know why you would want to see a face like that." Said Hermoine, but it was a mumble. She didn't really want to spend another night in detention.
Little did she realize, but Snape had heard everything she just said, having been taught to listen in on the impossible. And having the Crucio Curse put on you as many times as anyone else can make your ears hypersensitive. But he decided to ignore it, opting for just a feeling of hurt inside...way inside.
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After he left, Hermoine walked into the back storage room to find herself in front of a high mound of dirty cauldrons that have actually started to gain dust and cobwebs, among other things.
He probably would oppose to her using magic, considering it is much easier than manual labor, but he left in such a hurry that he had not told her how she could do it.
Feeling justified, she quickly took out her wand and began working. This will still take awhile, but at least she won't be getting cramps in just about every part of her body.
And some time, and filthy cauldrons, later, she was finally seeing the end when she heard the swoosh of feathers and something hoot from through the door. She left the room to find a snowy white owl perching on Professor Snape's desk; a parcel attached to its leg.
She wearily approached the animal, believing that anything associated with the Potion's Master would be mean and cruel, but the owl just hooted and motioned for her to take off the small package.
She removed it to find that the owl still didn't leave, but also didn't seem to want anything else. Eventually, it flew into the rafters, and she just left it there. She was more interested in the little bag, because that was what it was after closer inspection. Inside was what seemed like a compact for makeup.
Why is Professor Severus Snape receiving strange things at night by way of unusual owls?
Well, if she had gotten this far, so she might as well go all the way. She opened it and it instantly dropped from her hands.
In a swirl of sparkle and dust, Hermoine jumped back to discover a woman had appeared from the compact. A very... ostentatious woman.
She had a red teddie on that showed more skin than it hid, and red high heels. What was strange was that she looked familiar. The wild, brown hair, and the brown eyes. Holy shit! This is me! But at least ten years older. She suddenly felt ashamed for the lack of clothing.
"Who are you?"
The look-a-like beamed at her. "I'm here to meet Sevie. Can you tell me where he is?"
Sevie? This person wasn't here to do what she thought they were there here to do, were they? Oh crap. She shouldn't have touched that owl.
"Why are you here?" She said timidly, not knowing if she really wanted to hear this.
The doll's voice changed from shrill and annoying to monotonous. "I was requested and then created by my master to satisfy the needs of the client."
Hermoine snorted. Yeah right, needs. She knew what that meant.
"Why do you look like me?" While she looked her over.
The doll's face turned quizzical. "I was made to look older than this person." She pulled from a purse the same red color as the rest of her apparel, which had been dangling from the crook of her elbow, a picture of a fourteen-year-old girl.
Hermoine gaped at it. This was really happening. She wasn't dreaming. Severus had actually wanted someone that looked exactly like her to do his...bidding. That was a low blow. She couldn't believe the indecency of the idea. And she was now standing in front of the evidence that proved it!
She felt sick to her stomach until the rage enthralled her. He was a disgusting and perverted excuse for a man. And she was going to show him just how sorry he was going to be.
She forced a smile. "Unfortunately, Professor Snape is violently ill and won't be able to attend to you, but I am sure that it is perfectly fine for Snape and your master if you were to leave for someone else."
She actually was frowning. "Oh. Well, I am sorry to hear about that, but I will tell my master and perhaps be back later."
She highly doubted that.
As the doll bent to pick up her compact, and the owl flew back down and onto his desk, Hermoine tried to gain her attention.
"Could you leave your clothes and that picture?"
The doll didn't even look phased. She instantly took off her clothes and gave the picture to her.
Now Hermoine was standing in front of a naked Hermoine look-a-like. Was this what she was going to look like in ten years? She didn't know if she could handle breasts like those. But this was probably just an artist's rendition, but still, she looked pretty good.
Then she had disappeared in the same cloud of dust and the owl picked up the compact and flew off.
Oh, Snape was in for it, she thought to herself. Big time.
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It was now nearly midnight, but nothing had even arrived at Hogsmeade, let alone anything that looked out of place. After convincing himself that Lucius had recoiled on his decision in the end, Snape started to walk the shadows back up to the school. Then he walked into his private chambers.
His living room was unusually bright, mainly because the room was filled with candles. There was some floating in mid air, while others adorned the tables.
The scent of lavender filled his nostrils, making his head fill with sweet thoughts, which was highly unnatural for him. Who ever was in his quarters had bewitched the air.
And he was about to find out who it was, because there was a trail of red rose petals on the ground. He treaded upon them to find that they were leading to his bedchambers. He approached the slightly ajar door with caution, and without noise, slowly pushed it open making sure not to be seen in the doorway. He then looked around the edge to peer into his room.
Standing next to the hearth, shadow dancing upon her body by the flickering of the fire, was the doll. Her hair was flowing and lightly resting upon her shoulders, which were bare. He could make out every feature of her body thanks to the clingiest piece of lingerie ever conceived by man. His dreams didn't do her justice and neither did, it seems, Lucius.
She had finally noticed him and suddenly whirled around, and he thought he saw anger in her eyes, but it was gone so quickly that he didn't have time for a second thought.
"I've been waiting for you." Her voice was so husky and sensual and along with that look, his body shuddered slightly and he felt it instantly heat up.
"Lucius said that you would look older."
Slight recognition dawned in her eyes. So that was the pervert you asked to please your jollies? But like the brilliant student she was, she already had a plan for that. She took the photo off the mantle piece and walked as seductively as she could over to give it to him.
"My master made me to look older than her."
He took it from her and rolled his eyes. She was only about fourteen in this picture. Of course she looks older... just not old enough.
"Look, you were sent here under the implication that I..."
But she had gained on him and ran her fingers up his chest and gently placed them on his shoulders, bringing herself up on her toes to suck on his ear.
He pushed her away as nicely as possible, not wanting to touch anything that would imply otherwise.
"Nothing is going to happen here."
She quirked her lips into a smile. "Oh come on, Sevie. I was sent here to service you and you aren't going to wiggle your way out of it. In fact," She clutched his hand and pulled him toward the canopy bed. She noticed that it didn't take much to entice him, because he was offering little pull on her hand. "The only thing you'll be wiggling your way out of tonight will be me."
And she pushed him by the shoulders onto the bed.
He pushed himself away from her, but not realizing that he was actually making her job easier by making his way to the middle of the bed.
She then crawled on top of him. They looked straight in the eyes, hers burning with fire, his cold as ice, but he looked panicked. She would remember this moment.
She lowered herself until they were only inches away from each other. She also noticed that he wasn't resisting and in fact, he was slowly lifting himself up to meet her half way.
With one last breath, she covered his mouth with hers and instantly started working.
He reached up with one hand to grab the back of her head and pull her in for a deeper kiss. His lips were working furiously against hers. He then pressed his tongue to ask for entry and when she granted it by parting her lips he thrust it forward and found her tongue. They mingled and tasted each other's essence.
She had to get a hold of herself. She had a mission to do and falling into desire would not help her. She pulled away and shoved him back onto the bed.
"Don't get ahead of yourself, Severus."
"I'm sorry for the kiss. I did not mean for it to go anywhere. Please. Just leave now, before..."
"I'm not going away anytime soon, so you might as well lay back and enjoy it."
She started to undress him and for the second time, he didn't resist. For someone who didn't want anything to happen, he was sure not trying to stop it. She thought to herself.
When she had gotten his shirt and pants off she made sure his hands were above his head before she reached behind a pillow to grab her wand. She muttered a few charms and before he knew it, his arms were bound to each post of the bed. A couple of more charms and his ankles were the same way, but to the bottom two posts.
"What is going on?"
But she didn't respond. She had planned this out before he came back until this point. This is where she came at a fork in the road. She had totally thought that this would be a vengeance thing, but after formulating what she was actually going to do to him, she started to get excited. Would she just torture him, or actually find some pleasure for herself in this? At that moment, she was siding with the second one. It was just that he looked so desirable and she had to admit that she just had an unbelievable lust for him right now.
Staring down at his naked flesh, she found a well-maintained body. Pale as it was, but still, it looked strong and she itched to touch it. The muscles on his legs were also buff.
Oh yeah, she would have fun with this one.
She closed the curtains of the bed so it would be just the two of them. She kissed him again but just to bring his heartbeat up, then worked herself down, starting with his chin then against his neck. At the same time, she was caressing his bare chest and arms.
When she reached his nipples she could hear and see his sharp intake of breath. First she stroked it with her tongue, slowly moving on to suckling on it while making circles with his other nipple.
He tried to pull on his confines to no avail. She was going to have her way with him and he had no choice but to take it. Unexpectedly or not, he was quite relieved. He didn't want to know what he'd do if his arms and feet were not tied down.
She had finally finished her fluttered kisses down his stomach when she reached the waistband on his underwear. She could end this right now. She could get up, tell him who she was and escape still intact, but leave him wallowing in his own self pity.
With an extra resolve, she used another charm to remove the rest of his clothing without having to get past his feet.
Severus tore his gaze away from her to stare at the top of the canopy bed. He didn't want to see the expression she might have on her face. But after several moments that seemed like an eternity, he felt soft skin gently touch his erection. She was teasing the skin underneath and using her fingertips to tease the top.
After mustering up his courage, he looked down just in time to see her lower her head to his hardness and give it a whispery kiss. What he really felt was her cool breath that instantly brought shivers to his entire body. He again began pulling on the knots out of instinct, but knew better than to fight it now.
For his reaction, Hermoine gave him smile that told him that she had meant what she'd done.
He was annoyed by the slight quirk of her lips. Was she trying to drive him nuts with this glorious pain he was feeling?
She again brought her hands to continue their magic on him, but this time she enveloped it with her fingers and squeezed.
He closed his, breathing deeply and the sudden arch of his back told her that she was doing her job right. She felt that the real torture should be now, but she had to try something she'd never done before.
You have never done any of this before, Hermoine, remember? Then how was it she knew exactly what she was doing?
When her mouth hit him again, it was to devour it and deliciously tease him with her tongue. He could feel her sucking motions on his cock, her mouth moving up and down, and he thought he would writher up and die right there. All he could feel was the jolts of heat and electricity that would ripple out where ever her hands or mouth was. No amount of potion, or spell could make him as sedated as he was now. He had no sense of anything but him and her.
She then left him, entirely, and he never felt so alone. Why give him almost perfect pleasure, then take it away? He ventured to open his eyes and saw her sitting next to him, naked.
For the first time he saw her entirely. Everything from the two, hard purple nubs on her breasts, just yearning to be touched, to the dark brown curls between her legs.
He tried to speak, but found his throat dry, so he just continued to stare at the deep, reflexive look on her face. What was she contemplating? Should dolls be questioning their motives during sex?
She finally turned her head to his and they both shared everything by looking into each other's eyes. He saw desire, and lust, but also fear and other dark emotions he couldn't understand.
Then thinking that she had shown too much, she turned her head away from his.
In an instant, she was back on top of him, and she found his mouth with hers. This kiss was more than the fiery ones they had before.
She was trying to find some reason to her madness. Why did she want to sleep with Severus Snape? Why had she never noticed this man before? Did she care for this almost impossible man? It seemed all these questions were in her kiss. There was a passion in it unlike no others. Admitingly, on her side of things, she was implanting love and not lust. She had never even seen the signs, but when she was in reflection just before, she had come to realize her appreciation for the Potion's Master.
He could feel his penis gently rubbing up against her wetness and he felt like he was about to burst at any second. He rose his hips to meet hers and complying with the request, she slowly lowered herself to have his tip at her entrance.
Then with an upward motion, he thrust himself in her and she let out an excited whimper and then lowered her hips to allow for further penetration. She lifted her hips and thrust again, this time with more force.
It was his turn to give a whimper. Her hips began to pick up pace as they both slowly filled with a mounting pressure.
Feeling his climax coming, he started to whisper her name without even realizing what he was doing. He didn't care if she wasn't the real thing; all that mattered was that she sure did feel like it.
Her moans and grunts had also become more frequent. She knew that she was going to implode and with one final thrust, she screamed his name and fell into ecstasy.
His rapture came immediately after hers and his tip released their pent up liquid.
After several minutes of heavy breathing, she rolled off him to lay on her back. He had closed his eyes to think. Now if she would just leave then he could be left with his guilt and the disgust he now had for himself.
She got up and pulled back the curtains to find her clothes.
Severus could see through the gap in the fabric, the lustrous silhouette of her backside. She then picked up a pile of clothes, which she then set on one of the chairs next to the hearth. He then remembered he was still bound to the bed. What was going on?
He couldn't make out clear images, mostly she was shrouded in shadow, but he saw her put on rather big pieces of clothing, rather than her negligee.
After she was finished, she reluctantly came back to the bed and finally pulled back the curtains to their original spots.
He was struck with such a horror. She wasn't just in regular clothing; she was wearing her school uniform.
He found his voice. "Who are you?" me."
Severus wanted to hide now. He wanted to run away and never be seen again. He had slept with Hermoine. Not some doll, which, now that he thought about, she had probably seen before he came back. He had also slept with a student. He would rather kill himself then see the disappointment in the Headmaster's eyes. He pulled so hard on the binds that he was sure he bruised his wrists and ankles. "Let me go, now."
She threw her robes over the uniform. "I think I'll leave you here for a little while. Maybe to make you reprioritize your ethics, if you have any."
In a last battle for any decency he had left, he pleaded. "It wasn't my fault. Lucius sent her. I said I wasn't interested, but he persisted. I never agreed to it."
"But you still went through with tonight, even though you said no. Well I'm here to tell you that you have been serviced by the real McCoy."
And with that she left him there. In his private chambers, completely naked and tied down on all fours.
Dude, this took me like a week to write, so some parts may be better than others. Don't forget to review if you like it, any suggestions, or if you want more!