Chapter 12
Redeemer
The rest of November went by quietly and soon it was the beginning of December. Draco and I were spending less and less time together. I occasionally would slip into his bed in the middle of the night, especially when I was too restless to sleep. He spent his daylight hours doing school work and courting a sixth year Ravenclaw. He genuinely liked her, even if he said nothing of the sort, I was happy for him but I couldn't help being jealous as well, even though it was my idea for us to see other people. I was trying to be an adult about it, but it was getting hard to watch him with another girl.
I sat at the table watching Draco covertly as he sat with his young Ravenclaw. She was the epitome of what I wasn't. Her hair was sun kissed blonde, cut in a short bob, her skin tanned to a warm glow. I could hear her tinkling laugh through the Great Hall as he said something witty. Most of all she was human, with all the advantages of that humanity. The advantages I coveted were the ability to be a wife and a mother with all the joys of giving life instead of taking it. I hated her.
"I see you couldn't handle Draco either, I lasted a year and you lasted less than two months," Pansy's voice cut through me like glass. I quickly jumped up and over the table pulling Pansy toward my oncoming fist by the front of her robes. She howled in pain as her nose cracked from the force of the blow. When I pulled back to deliver another shot, a strong arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me away from her. I struggled a moment to break free as Millicent handed Pansy a table napkin to staunch the blood. When I saw the flow I froze, feeling the changes as I became aware of the thirst. I wanted the blood; I fought the urge to crush her.
Suddenly, someone was blocking my view; I looked up into the coal black eyes of Snape. He looked down at me disapprovingly, "Mr. Zabini, please escort Miss Xavier back to the Common Room and wait for me."
"Yes, sir," he said from behind me. He released his grip on my waist and pulled my arm out of the Great Hall.
Whispering started after the doors closed. All the students talking about what they just witnessed. Blaise said nothing as we descended the steps and I allowed him to guide me. Upon entering out common room he released me and sat in one of the armchairs. I paced awaiting Snape's fierce punishment.
When he entered the common room he dismissed Blaise and stared at me with an angry glint in his eyes. "What do you have to say for yourself, Miss Xavier?"
"Nothing, sir." I wouldn't defend or even try to justify my actions, it wasn't worth it.
"Ten points for your display, and three night's detention," he said and if I wasn't mistaken I could see a faint smirk on his face before it was quickly gone.
Other events that month I spent most of my time in the library studying and found a true friend in Hermione, as well as her fellow Gryffindors, Harry and Ron. I enjoyed my time with them, as they were fun and mischievous. Harry and Ron were more cautious around me in the beginning but continued to warm up to me as I would still not tolerate the Slytherins showing any disrespect towards them.
Most Slytherins knew better than to cross me since many Death Eaters fearing me and were told by Voldemort to keep at bay. The children of Death Eaters were warned and were informed of Voldemort's offer to place me by his side, and of course they became wary of me in the process. Which I found helpful, as I slightly enjoyed their fear.
Snape was the only one who wasn't affected by me, but he really tried to get me flustered, which was hit or miss at best. Sometimes I would loose my calm and fight, others I would smile and shake my head.
Potions was becoming quite interesting, especially since I took much of Snape's focus off the Gryffindor's.
Snape insisted I come to his office everyday to drink the potions he made for me, to make sure 'we' didn't have anymore accidents.
Stupid git.
He thought the potion would make the bloodlust go away, but it was always there lurking. Even more so since the few drops of Voldemort's blood transfused onto my tongue that night made the potion barely effective. Because of that, I had a few close calls with Snape since he was the only one I allowed myself to be alone with, and that was merely a necessity.
One evening in early December, I went to his office and closed the door behind me. Snape sat at his desk, grading papers as usual, he pointed to the steaming goblet, barely looking up.
I moved to the goblet and drank gracefully, replaced the empty container and soundlessly crept up beside him, inhaling his scent; he was startled for a moment, dropping his quill.
I had moved so close into his personal space, so fast. He radiated, fear tinged in arousal? He leaned back slightly, trying to increase the distance between us.
"I've been meaning to thank you, sir for all you've done for me," I purred, flashing him a seductive smile, my eyes slowly dilating.
"You are welcome, Miss Xavier, but I think you should leave now."
I smiled more and looking back at the now open door. I released a brief pulse of power and the door shut and locked.
"Miss Xavier, leave now." He demanded.
"You're not afraid of little me are you?" I sweetly asked.
"I just watched you drink that, you will be fine, just go."
"You realize, Professor, a person can survive on bread and water, but once that person survived on bread and water for almost three years, give them a taste of steak. You smell intoxicating, fresh, hot, with fear and lust spiced in."
"You're insane; I could have you locked away for this."
"So you like it kinky too, hmm?"
"What? Leave now or the Headmaster will hear of this."
"You really don't want me to go, do you?" I said snaking my hand down to his hard member, issuing a groan from him.
"You haven't had a woman in quite sometime and I would be more than happy to fulfill you."
"What of Mr. Malfoy?"
I laughed full, throaty. "We'll make a compromise, if you fill me, I promise not to bite until you ask me to."
"That won't happen." He tried to stifle a groan.
"What? You asking me to bite or you filling me with other fluids, shall we say?"
"Either," his voice was normal to the untrained ear, but I could hear the pitch waver as his resolve was quickly fading, as I continued to massage his prick through his pants.
Reluctantly, he grabbed my wrist pulling my hand away from him.
"Please, Mercy."
"Ohh, begging for mercy? I like that. Mercy in release? I can handle." And faster than he could defend, I kissed him hard, full of my own need. He valiantly tried to push me off but I was using strength he would never possess to hang on. I gave him no choice but to stop fighting. I pushed the feeling of my own lust into his mind, which was the final straw to break his stern resolve.
He lifted me off the chair and carried me into his bedroom, just beyond his office. He threw me on the bed, his eyes hooded with lust unleashed. I threw my head back and laughed that same seductive laugh.
He banished our clothing while I appreciated the view with a wicked grin on my face.
"Are you quite finished?" he asked of my perusal.
"I haven't even started," using a finger motioning him to come closer.
He climbed onto the bed; I reached out to caress his smooth shoulders, his hard chest, and his firm abdomen and backup his taut backside.
I lay there, my own figure flawless at first glance, but upon a closer inspection was riddled with scars of previous sessions of either pleasure pain or torture.
He kissed my firm breasts suckling on my nipples; he bit the pebble to which he was rewarded with a gurgle of delight.
"Careful, don't bite unless you are inviting me to bite back." He moved down to my hips licking at first then biting softly again in reply to my warning.
He smiled and positioned himself between my legs. I looked down at his engorged member, "Thick and long, the best of both worlds." I whispered, touching the glistening head, running the tip of my fingernail up his shaft, making him shiver.
He grabbed my hips and pulled me up at the same time, penetrating my quivering sheath.
I moaned at the pleasure pain of him filling me completely. I felt almost virginal with him inside filling me.
Sounds of flesh meeting flesh and our mingled moans of ecstasy were the only sounds filling the room. I purred into his ear, "Yes, oh gods," as I climaxed locking my lips to his throat and pierced his skin, just slightly enough to taste his orgasm as he thrust into me harder, making me come again before he collapsed panting.
"You bit me," he breathed, rolling off of me. We situated ourselves into a comfortable position. His arms above his head, I rolled over onto my stomach, supporting my head on my folded arms, looking over to him.
"Don't worry, it's just a small scratch, it will be gone in an hour." I licked my lips and asked, "Severus, I can call you that now, right?"
"Considering our current circumstances it would be appropriate to be on first name basis."
I stretched with a feline grace, "That was quite satisfying."
"Is that all?" he asked with his eyebrow arched. It didn't quite have the effect he was trying for since he was currently naked, running his fingertips over my back.
"Well it is not a bad start; I look forward to next time."
"I agree."
"I think I can manage to earn detention tomorrow."
"I've no doubt."
"Well I better go, it's almost curfew."
"Goodnight, Mercedes."
"Oh, it has been. Bye." I dressed with a spell and bolted from the room. I thought that at least his office is close to the Slytherin Common Room.
In potions the next day, Snape found fault in everyone.
"What do you think you are doing, Miss Xavier?" he snarled.
"What does it look like, sir?" I retorted adding ingredients to my cauldron.
Snape blinked once and pounced. "Ten points for such insolence, Miss Xavier."
"Oh, that hurts," I said under my breath. Everyone's attention turned toward me with awe. No one back talks to Snape.
"Fifty more points and one week detention," his eyes glittering dangerously his voice barely above a hiss.
I couldn't resist, "Taking points from you own house, that has really got to hurt."
"In my office, now," he bellowed.
I slid off my stool and walked into his office, trying to look irritated.
"What are you looking at, get back to work," he addressed the onlookers causing them the look back to their cauldrons.
Snape stormed to his office, slamming the door behind him.
"What's gotten in to her?" Hermione questioned no one in particular.
"I have no idea, I'd hate to be in there with them," Ron said.
The class could hear glass breaking behind the door and quieted down in order to hear as much as possible.
"That was some performance. Don't ever go that far with me again."
"Aren't you going to punish me?" I asked slyly. One flash of my smile and he threw every thing off his desk pinning me to the surface, kissing me fiercely. When he released me I tried to suppress a giggle behind my hand, which from the outside would sound like I was crying. The though of that only made me giggle more.
"Oh do shut up. One month detention how does that feel?"
I straightened up "I bet it'll feel just great," I breathed into his ear.
"You are incorrigible; now get out of here before I loose control."
"So what time is my punishment to commence?"
"Eight," he smirked I replaced my facial expression with one of a solemn mask as I reentered the classroom. As I entered the room, all heads turned my way inquisitively.
"What happened?" Draco whispered.
"One month detention."
"A month?! Why can't you ever shut up? What is it going to take?"
"Is that an offer, Mr. Malfoy?"
"Shut up," he repeated.
I smiled at his reaction, it wasn't often that he was at a loss for words and I enjoyed it."
"Sixty points, now we'll never win the House Cup."
"Like it would happen anyway, but it was worth it, did you see how mad he was?"
"Yeah, and I'd rather never see it again."
Two and a half weeks into my detention I turned to him after gluttoning myself, tweaking his nipple, "You know what, Severus?"
"What?" he asked breathless.
"I like you. Don't smile like that; I'm trying to tell you something. I like you a lot. I like you dark. I like the way you smell. I love the way you taste when you come. I love the feel of you inside me filling my veins and my cunt."
"So, you like me personally but love the way I feel. I think I understand. Well I like you in the same respect."
"Good."
"Now I get to ask you something," he traced his fingertips over my back. I waited for him to proceed with his own question. "Were did these scars come from? I thought that all vampires where supposed to be unscathed."
"You have been misinformed," I sighed. "They are from my maker, Michael. Some were for our mutual pleasure; others were punishment for not complying with his demands." Severus seemed to consider this a few moments before asking anything else.
"So you have experimented between the lines of pleasure and pain."
"Yes."
"Have you read 'deSade'?'
"Many times."
"Which are you? A masochist or a sadist?"
"Both actually, I like to be dominant under certain circumstances, but I enjoy being submissive as long as my partner knows how to be an effective dominant. They are rare. Some can't always handle the next step. They can only go so far but are unwilling to push the lines. Sometimes the pain can be intense at first and it turns to an erotic pain, most are unable to define what enough is or not, in some instances.
"So which would you be?" I was curious I bet he was an excellent dominant.
"Sadist." He smirked. I knew it. "With your preferences and your power, you will make an excellent Death Eater."
"I'm sure. I'm not sure of how to proceed with that. He hasn't made any indication for me to come back.
"You look tired; I'm going to go now. Don't forget to eat, you're looking drained." We both laughed at the unintentional pun.
"Did you enjoy that mincemeat pie for dinner?"
"It was alright? Why?"
"Do me a favor, don't eat that again, it tastes awful on you."
"Do shut up, you are creepy sometimes."
"Oh, we can do it, but can't talk about it I see."
"Go to bed Mercedes." I got up and trudged back to my room, slipping into bed without anyone the wiser on my whereabouts.
Redeemer
The rest of November went by quietly and soon it was the beginning of December. Draco and I were spending less and less time together. I occasionally would slip into his bed in the middle of the night, especially when I was too restless to sleep. He spent his daylight hours doing school work and courting a sixth year Ravenclaw. He genuinely liked her, even if he said nothing of the sort, I was happy for him but I couldn't help being jealous as well, even though it was my idea for us to see other people. I was trying to be an adult about it, but it was getting hard to watch him with another girl.
I sat at the table watching Draco covertly as he sat with his young Ravenclaw. She was the epitome of what I wasn't. Her hair was sun kissed blonde, cut in a short bob, her skin tanned to a warm glow. I could hear her tinkling laugh through the Great Hall as he said something witty. Most of all she was human, with all the advantages of that humanity. The advantages I coveted were the ability to be a wife and a mother with all the joys of giving life instead of taking it. I hated her.
"I see you couldn't handle Draco either, I lasted a year and you lasted less than two months," Pansy's voice cut through me like glass. I quickly jumped up and over the table pulling Pansy toward my oncoming fist by the front of her robes. She howled in pain as her nose cracked from the force of the blow. When I pulled back to deliver another shot, a strong arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me away from her. I struggled a moment to break free as Millicent handed Pansy a table napkin to staunch the blood. When I saw the flow I froze, feeling the changes as I became aware of the thirst. I wanted the blood; I fought the urge to crush her.
Suddenly, someone was blocking my view; I looked up into the coal black eyes of Snape. He looked down at me disapprovingly, "Mr. Zabini, please escort Miss Xavier back to the Common Room and wait for me."
"Yes, sir," he said from behind me. He released his grip on my waist and pulled my arm out of the Great Hall.
Whispering started after the doors closed. All the students talking about what they just witnessed. Blaise said nothing as we descended the steps and I allowed him to guide me. Upon entering out common room he released me and sat in one of the armchairs. I paced awaiting Snape's fierce punishment.
When he entered the common room he dismissed Blaise and stared at me with an angry glint in his eyes. "What do you have to say for yourself, Miss Xavier?"
"Nothing, sir." I wouldn't defend or even try to justify my actions, it wasn't worth it.
"Ten points for your display, and three night's detention," he said and if I wasn't mistaken I could see a faint smirk on his face before it was quickly gone.
Other events that month I spent most of my time in the library studying and found a true friend in Hermione, as well as her fellow Gryffindors, Harry and Ron. I enjoyed my time with them, as they were fun and mischievous. Harry and Ron were more cautious around me in the beginning but continued to warm up to me as I would still not tolerate the Slytherins showing any disrespect towards them.
Most Slytherins knew better than to cross me since many Death Eaters fearing me and were told by Voldemort to keep at bay. The children of Death Eaters were warned and were informed of Voldemort's offer to place me by his side, and of course they became wary of me in the process. Which I found helpful, as I slightly enjoyed their fear.
Snape was the only one who wasn't affected by me, but he really tried to get me flustered, which was hit or miss at best. Sometimes I would loose my calm and fight, others I would smile and shake my head.
Potions was becoming quite interesting, especially since I took much of Snape's focus off the Gryffindor's.
Snape insisted I come to his office everyday to drink the potions he made for me, to make sure 'we' didn't have anymore accidents.
Stupid git.
He thought the potion would make the bloodlust go away, but it was always there lurking. Even more so since the few drops of Voldemort's blood transfused onto my tongue that night made the potion barely effective. Because of that, I had a few close calls with Snape since he was the only one I allowed myself to be alone with, and that was merely a necessity.
One evening in early December, I went to his office and closed the door behind me. Snape sat at his desk, grading papers as usual, he pointed to the steaming goblet, barely looking up.
I moved to the goblet and drank gracefully, replaced the empty container and soundlessly crept up beside him, inhaling his scent; he was startled for a moment, dropping his quill.
I had moved so close into his personal space, so fast. He radiated, fear tinged in arousal? He leaned back slightly, trying to increase the distance between us.
"I've been meaning to thank you, sir for all you've done for me," I purred, flashing him a seductive smile, my eyes slowly dilating.
"You are welcome, Miss Xavier, but I think you should leave now."
I smiled more and looking back at the now open door. I released a brief pulse of power and the door shut and locked.
"Miss Xavier, leave now." He demanded.
"You're not afraid of little me are you?" I sweetly asked.
"I just watched you drink that, you will be fine, just go."
"You realize, Professor, a person can survive on bread and water, but once that person survived on bread and water for almost three years, give them a taste of steak. You smell intoxicating, fresh, hot, with fear and lust spiced in."
"You're insane; I could have you locked away for this."
"So you like it kinky too, hmm?"
"What? Leave now or the Headmaster will hear of this."
"You really don't want me to go, do you?" I said snaking my hand down to his hard member, issuing a groan from him.
"You haven't had a woman in quite sometime and I would be more than happy to fulfill you."
"What of Mr. Malfoy?"
I laughed full, throaty. "We'll make a compromise, if you fill me, I promise not to bite until you ask me to."
"That won't happen." He tried to stifle a groan.
"What? You asking me to bite or you filling me with other fluids, shall we say?"
"Either," his voice was normal to the untrained ear, but I could hear the pitch waver as his resolve was quickly fading, as I continued to massage his prick through his pants.
Reluctantly, he grabbed my wrist pulling my hand away from him.
"Please, Mercy."
"Ohh, begging for mercy? I like that. Mercy in release? I can handle." And faster than he could defend, I kissed him hard, full of my own need. He valiantly tried to push me off but I was using strength he would never possess to hang on. I gave him no choice but to stop fighting. I pushed the feeling of my own lust into his mind, which was the final straw to break his stern resolve.
He lifted me off the chair and carried me into his bedroom, just beyond his office. He threw me on the bed, his eyes hooded with lust unleashed. I threw my head back and laughed that same seductive laugh.
He banished our clothing while I appreciated the view with a wicked grin on my face.
"Are you quite finished?" he asked of my perusal.
"I haven't even started," using a finger motioning him to come closer.
He climbed onto the bed; I reached out to caress his smooth shoulders, his hard chest, and his firm abdomen and backup his taut backside.
I lay there, my own figure flawless at first glance, but upon a closer inspection was riddled with scars of previous sessions of either pleasure pain or torture.
He kissed my firm breasts suckling on my nipples; he bit the pebble to which he was rewarded with a gurgle of delight.
"Careful, don't bite unless you are inviting me to bite back." He moved down to my hips licking at first then biting softly again in reply to my warning.
He smiled and positioned himself between my legs. I looked down at his engorged member, "Thick and long, the best of both worlds." I whispered, touching the glistening head, running the tip of my fingernail up his shaft, making him shiver.
He grabbed my hips and pulled me up at the same time, penetrating my quivering sheath.
I moaned at the pleasure pain of him filling me completely. I felt almost virginal with him inside filling me.
Sounds of flesh meeting flesh and our mingled moans of ecstasy were the only sounds filling the room. I purred into his ear, "Yes, oh gods," as I climaxed locking my lips to his throat and pierced his skin, just slightly enough to taste his orgasm as he thrust into me harder, making me come again before he collapsed panting.
"You bit me," he breathed, rolling off of me. We situated ourselves into a comfortable position. His arms above his head, I rolled over onto my stomach, supporting my head on my folded arms, looking over to him.
"Don't worry, it's just a small scratch, it will be gone in an hour." I licked my lips and asked, "Severus, I can call you that now, right?"
"Considering our current circumstances it would be appropriate to be on first name basis."
I stretched with a feline grace, "That was quite satisfying."
"Is that all?" he asked with his eyebrow arched. It didn't quite have the effect he was trying for since he was currently naked, running his fingertips over my back.
"Well it is not a bad start; I look forward to next time."
"I agree."
"I think I can manage to earn detention tomorrow."
"I've no doubt."
"Well I better go, it's almost curfew."
"Goodnight, Mercedes."
"Oh, it has been. Bye." I dressed with a spell and bolted from the room. I thought that at least his office is close to the Slytherin Common Room.
In potions the next day, Snape found fault in everyone.
"What do you think you are doing, Miss Xavier?" he snarled.
"What does it look like, sir?" I retorted adding ingredients to my cauldron.
Snape blinked once and pounced. "Ten points for such insolence, Miss Xavier."
"Oh, that hurts," I said under my breath. Everyone's attention turned toward me with awe. No one back talks to Snape.
"Fifty more points and one week detention," his eyes glittering dangerously his voice barely above a hiss.
I couldn't resist, "Taking points from you own house, that has really got to hurt."
"In my office, now," he bellowed.
I slid off my stool and walked into his office, trying to look irritated.
"What are you looking at, get back to work," he addressed the onlookers causing them the look back to their cauldrons.
Snape stormed to his office, slamming the door behind him.
"What's gotten in to her?" Hermione questioned no one in particular.
"I have no idea, I'd hate to be in there with them," Ron said.
The class could hear glass breaking behind the door and quieted down in order to hear as much as possible.
"That was some performance. Don't ever go that far with me again."
"Aren't you going to punish me?" I asked slyly. One flash of my smile and he threw every thing off his desk pinning me to the surface, kissing me fiercely. When he released me I tried to suppress a giggle behind my hand, which from the outside would sound like I was crying. The though of that only made me giggle more.
"Oh do shut up. One month detention how does that feel?"
I straightened up "I bet it'll feel just great," I breathed into his ear.
"You are incorrigible; now get out of here before I loose control."
"So what time is my punishment to commence?"
"Eight," he smirked I replaced my facial expression with one of a solemn mask as I reentered the classroom. As I entered the room, all heads turned my way inquisitively.
"What happened?" Draco whispered.
"One month detention."
"A month?! Why can't you ever shut up? What is it going to take?"
"Is that an offer, Mr. Malfoy?"
"Shut up," he repeated.
I smiled at his reaction, it wasn't often that he was at a loss for words and I enjoyed it."
"Sixty points, now we'll never win the House Cup."
"Like it would happen anyway, but it was worth it, did you see how mad he was?"
"Yeah, and I'd rather never see it again."
Two and a half weeks into my detention I turned to him after gluttoning myself, tweaking his nipple, "You know what, Severus?"
"What?" he asked breathless.
"I like you. Don't smile like that; I'm trying to tell you something. I like you a lot. I like you dark. I like the way you smell. I love the way you taste when you come. I love the feel of you inside me filling my veins and my cunt."
"So, you like me personally but love the way I feel. I think I understand. Well I like you in the same respect."
"Good."
"Now I get to ask you something," he traced his fingertips over my back. I waited for him to proceed with his own question. "Were did these scars come from? I thought that all vampires where supposed to be unscathed."
"You have been misinformed," I sighed. "They are from my maker, Michael. Some were for our mutual pleasure; others were punishment for not complying with his demands." Severus seemed to consider this a few moments before asking anything else.
"So you have experimented between the lines of pleasure and pain."
"Yes."
"Have you read 'deSade'?'
"Many times."
"Which are you? A masochist or a sadist?"
"Both actually, I like to be dominant under certain circumstances, but I enjoy being submissive as long as my partner knows how to be an effective dominant. They are rare. Some can't always handle the next step. They can only go so far but are unwilling to push the lines. Sometimes the pain can be intense at first and it turns to an erotic pain, most are unable to define what enough is or not, in some instances.
"So which would you be?" I was curious I bet he was an excellent dominant.
"Sadist." He smirked. I knew it. "With your preferences and your power, you will make an excellent Death Eater."
"I'm sure. I'm not sure of how to proceed with that. He hasn't made any indication for me to come back.
"You look tired; I'm going to go now. Don't forget to eat, you're looking drained." We both laughed at the unintentional pun.
"Did you enjoy that mincemeat pie for dinner?"
"It was alright? Why?"
"Do me a favor, don't eat that again, it tastes awful on you."
"Do shut up, you are creepy sometimes."
"Oh, we can do it, but can't talk about it I see."
"Go to bed Mercedes." I got up and trudged back to my room, slipping into bed without anyone the wiser on my whereabouts.