Chapter 97: Dark Desires
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{"You're not shy, you get around...You wanna fly, don't want your feet on the ground...You stay up, you won't come down...You wanna live, you wanna move to the sound...Got fire in your veins...Burnin' hot but you don't feel the pain...Your desire is insane...You can't stop until you do it again...You play tricks on my mind...You're everywhere but you're so hard to find...You're not warm or sentimental...You're so extreme, you can be so temperamental..."} Urgent, Foreigner
The Grounds, Hogwarts Castle, Wizarding World (1977)...
Fire had been in the veins of a seventeen year old Severus Snape as he walked down the near empty halls of Hogwarts. He had already experienced a good deal of loss and hormonal changes since his arrival at Hogwarts for his first year. He had been hated and spurned since his birth and having an entire house of students hate him simultaneously upon his arrival had been a record for any Slytherin worth their salt in Hogwarts history, well to be fair, The Slytherin Pureblood elite hated him until he had taken his dark mark with he had displayed proudly to any and all who thought him easy prey just before he beat them into a collective pulp. The Marauders had been the first to find out just how formidable Severus Sebastian Snape had become in the wake of embracing his darker nature. His magic had been much more powerful and could be magnified depending upon his mood, with at that time varied at alarming rates.
With Lucius Malfoy's backing, he had a good deal of funds at his disposal as well as residuals from his already patented potions work and he had not even covered his N.E.W.T.S just yet. His O.W.L.S. has been record breaking especially when they gave Slytherin house claim to fame for having the brightest mind of their era, an ironic title if ever there had been one for the young Snape. He scoffed at it's intended significance as if it were mere dressing for the damned.
He had been well on his way to becoming a father for the first time, after having gotten the notorious death eater witch Bellatrix LeStrange pregnant the first time he had ever bedded, being the preemptive term, the passionate witch. Lily Evans had been more interested in James Potter exchanging kisses and greetings with the arrogant prat. Snape had not cared at this point. He had been more than a little arrogant with the options afforded to him in his new circle of friends.
Regulus Black and he had been quite close in terms of schooling and Slytherin pride. The young Slytherin Black had been a welcome breath of fresh air since taking the mark as well. He often referred to Snape as "cousin", making it known that he approved of Snape and his favorite cousin Bellatrix having a child together.
Often Regulus and Snape would be sent on assignment together and he would help him retrieve potions ingredients. As far as friends go, Severus Snape was partial to Lucius Malfoy, and Regulus Black. The three of them had been Slytherin's unholy trio of sorts. Lucius aging out of Hogwarts did little to dampen their rebellious spirits.
Vandalizing Hogwarts property, mocking and hexing Hufflepuffs, Gryffindors, and Ravenclaws had been the sport of kings. Late night parties in the Slytherin common room had been the stuff of legend, Slughorn had been much too much a coward to openly oppose death eaters not to mention his lack of interest in his students aside from those of his Slugclub.
One particular afternoon, Minerva McGonagall had caught Severus and a six year Slytherin girl, Harleen Quellman in the half empty corridors. Filch had not bothered to try and bring the young Snape in on detention charges given his memory of all the young Slytherin had endured before he had fallen in with the death eater crowd and of course genuine fear of him. It was well know how Snape had manufactured nasty dark hexes that made unforgivable curses look humane. Not to mention his valued potions work in helping keep the medical supplies full.
Taking on a bit of Slytherin tact, Filch figured if worst came to worst with Snape at the helm, the young Slytherin would never forget a kindness. Minerva McGonagall had been another matter. She had been Gryffindor through and through, so much so that when she caught Severus with his trousers down and some young foolish girl's legs wrapped around his waist she did not hesitate to put her foot down.
Snape had been the priced Death Eater at the school with he and Regulus being the youngest and treated like rock stars. Suddenly due to his association Slytherin girls didn't mind so much that he was a poor half blood. Not when he was associated with the likes of Lucius Malfoy and Regulus Black.
The young Slytherin had been preoccupied with his raging hormones as he ignored Harleen's blatant attempts to get his attention when Minerva appeared before them. Severus had been so into the task that the he had barely noted his trousers had fallen down around his ankles and that the cool afternoon night air had been even cooler against the flesh of his flexing backside as he thrust rather brutally into the young drunken witch. Her screams barely muffled by his rather large pale hand while his other arm had been wrapped around her waist in a bid to hold her up against the wall.
Severus had not know what his relationship had done to him, a he had not been this sexually active or aggressive before he started bedding Bellatrix. She seemed to encourage his bad behavior. It added a strange sense of pride and ownership to their torrid affair. The poor drunken girl had not know that Bellatrix giving him expressed orders in terms of his school wide liaisons had been the reason for the casual encounter.
"SEVERUS SEBASTIAN SNAPE!" shouted an outraged Professor Minerva McGonagall.
Her green eyes had been scrunched in fury as she grabbed the thrusting teenage wizard as he tried to further indulge his pleasure with the young Slytherin witch.
He turned his attention to the old witch feeling the sting of his ear being pulled.
The short sighted gesture on the part of the Transfigurations Professor. Snape nearly lost his footing as he took care to untangle himself from Harleen. He quickly pulled up his trousers and tucked his still engorged cock back into them and looked up at the angry Professor with drunken annoyance.
Harleen had taken care to make herself decent as well not at all wishing to meet McGonagall's strict scrutinizing eyes.
"YOUNG MAN JUST WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING!?" asked the irate Professor. "AND IN THE CORRIDORS NO LESS...HAVE YOU NO SHAME MR. SNAPE!?"
Seeing double with a smirk on his face, Snape shrugged.
"I was attempting to get a good bit of trim for the night until I was interrupted by your Gryffindor meddling." replied Snape not at all intimidated by her presence. There wasn't much any of them could do to him and his head of house was utterly useless in terms of punishment. "As far as having...what was it?...shame...no I have none...being the son of Tobias Snape took care of that long ago."
The Transfigureations Professor had been utterly disgusted as she caught a glimpse of the dark mark on Severus' left forearm. She had not particularly like the young Slytherin during his numerous altercations with her Gryffindors but often she felt for him, particularly when he had lost both his parents and found himself without his dearest friend Lily Evans for much for their time at Hogwarts. She had seen the two of them when they arrived, inseparable and sweet with each other, it was the kind of thing that gave her hope for Severus when he had been a child but worried her when he entered his teenage years and Lily distanced herself from him.
At first she believed the boy's dark nature would inevitably drag Lily down with him. Then she spent a good deal of time in the company of James Potter and other Gryffindors. And when she had witnessed the end of Lily Evans and Severus Snape's strained friendship she feared this would be the result of the promising young wizard as she knew him.
"Detention both of you." bellowed the irate Professor. "And Fifty points from Slytherin for your inability to have control over your hormones and underage drinking."
Snape rolled his eyes. He had not been surprised Professor McGonagall had taken such a substantial amount of points from him. He was a Slytherin after all.
"Mr. Snape you will report to Mr. Filch first thing in the morning." she continued as if rubbing salt in a wound. "Miss Quellman you report to my office first thing in the morning."
Harleen made herself scarce while Snape simply glared at Minerva.
"I am very disappointed in you Mr. Snape." said Professor McGonagall truly appalled by his behavior.
Snape simply shrugged.
"I'm the second most hated wizard in the world next to the dark lord." he said in a bored tone. "What makes you think I care about being a disappointment you?"
Professor McGonagall sighed as she looked into the hate filled obsidian eyes of Severus Snape.
"This may come as a shock to you Mr. Snape, but when you first walked through those doors and into that Great Hall, I had very high hopes for a wizard of your brilliance." she said in a sorrowful tone.
Severus had never been one for sentiment especially from a self-righteous indignant Gryffindor house stooge, having the Head of that damnable house try and play upon his on existent good nature only intensified his rage.
"Save the touchy,"feel guilt" line for your Gryffindors, Professor McGonagall." replied the raven haired wizard bitterly. "When I was a child in need of those false promises and coddling you were no where to be found...isn't it interesting how I am worthy of your attention now...now that I have taken it upon myself to further my association in the wizarding world."
Minerva simply shook her head ruefully.
"You walk a dark path Mr. Snape." she said still with sorrow in her tone. "I would hate to see such potential wasted with your chosen class of acquaintances."
Snape scoffed.
"Interesting." he said still in a mocking tone. "But I won't play this game old woman...you don't like me and I have no love loss for you...I'll serve my detention and you can coke on the house points if it appeases your little Gryffindor sense of entitlement, but don't think I am someone you can patronize for the hell of it..."
"Watch your language Mr. Snape." said McGonagall irate. "That's another ten points for your insolence."
Snape said nothing as he looked into her sorrowful green eyes.
"Gryffindors." he scoffed. "Professor McGonagall you and I both know I did not choose to associate with my current acquaintances...not everyone can hide in their pretty little tower and sleep through the night without a care in the world like your precious Gryffindors...Before you go making your holier than thou judgments remember...I am a half-blood who's parents were pitifully poor and now are deceased...I am hated by all for the sole purpose of amusement...my one and only friend would rather take up with my tormentor than accept my apology for a heat of the moment out burst and no one cares wither or not I live or die...so why not have some fun along the way."
With that Snape left Minerva McGonagall to consider his side of things for a change.
When given thought to the young Slytherin's situation it had made a good deal of sense why he chose to join those that were brooding in darkness. It was the only option. The older witch had found her heart heavy with guilt as she realized he had been right, there was no one that had cared about Severus Snape. So to the disgruntled teen, whom she had no idea was well on his way to becoming a father, what was the point of fighting his Slytherin betters.
Later...
Snape had finished serving his detention with Filch. He had taken it upon himself to actually serve it instead of breezing through it like a Gryffindor prat. He had been good and tired when he had completed his task but still managed to brew a dozen potions for restocking the infirmary. Madam Pomfrey had been kind to him. If there was ever a kind soul that had attempted to care for the young Slytherin it had definitely been the old med-witch. Restocking her supplies had been a sort of secret thing, she never knew he carefully brewed each potion and shelved it just before she entered her office the next day. He had even gone the extra mile and organized her shelves for her labeling the potions for easy access.
Once he had finished that, Snape decided to make his way toward the forbidden forest. He knew Bellatrix would be waiting for him and he had already been wound up at the thought of being with her. Life seemed to be much more bearable with Lucius Malfoy, Regulus Black, Narcissa Malfoy, and Bellatrix LeStrange to hang out with. Although Snape and Bellatrix did little hanging out and more shagging than anything.
Snape had been excited to have a child on the way and it was only their little group that knew the truth of the baby's paternity prior to his birth. Bellatrix had been far less enraged to have a half-blood in the ranks but only when at Malfoy Manor or a round their little group.
The expecting witch had been smiling when Snape came through the trees.
"There you are Severus." she said in her usual moody tone. "It took you long enough."
"What do you want from me witch I had detention." he grumbled.
"Serves you right for trying to stick your cock in every thing with two sets of lips." said Bellatrix not at all hiding her bitterness.
Snape arched an eyebrow at this.
"Is that not what you wanted me to do considering how often I require your impregnated form for a shag?" he asked confused.
Bellatrix narrowed her chaotic dark eyes at him.
"I've changed my mind." she replied still bitter. "If anyone benefits from your freakishly large cock it's me and only me."
Snape smirked.
"Want me all to yourself do you?" he taunted.
Don't flatter yourself Half-blood." scoffed Bellatrix. "It's only the hormones talking."
Snape seemed to ignore her comment and proceeded to kiss the glowing witch for all her efforts. He had never imagined her in a more beautiful light as they made their way to Hogsmeade for the evening, Snape had to be back in the Slytherin Dungeons before breakfast and their time was short. Luckily he knew the dungeons and grounds like the back of his hand not to mention how unimportant he truly was in the eyes of the Headmaster and other staff.
The Snape Residence, Muggle London...
Breaking into a cold sweat Snape's obsidian eyes sprang open still cloaked by the night sky. He could make out the stars and the light glow of the coming morning just out over the horizon. He could feel the warmth of his sleeping wife's body beside him as his thought drifted back n forth between Bellatrix and Hermione. He had been determined to keep his son out of the deranged witch's orbit, knowing all too well the intoxicating sensation of being with such a powerful woman.
He had also been weary of his pregnant wife.
He had never loved anyone as much or as fiercely as he had loved Hermione Granger-Snape and it still amazed him that he was fortunate enough to get to return to her. He had not wanted to lose her or their children for that matter to any revenge plot Bellatrix had in store for him. He had known all too well just how possessive and vindictive she could be.
His time with her had been a roller coaster ride of lust and hatred, at least on his part. He had wanted nothing to do with the witch initially and the dark lord forced the issue. Or at least that is what Snape kept telling himself. His obsidian eyes went back to the sleeping Hermione Granger-Snape.
She was his whole world now.
Her happiness was his happiness.
Their children made them both happy.
So why was he reminiscing about his life with Bellatrix? And why did it all feel so welcoming?
Fearing any more thought on the subject of his deranged ex-lover, Snape turned and scooted closer to his sleeping wife. The scent of jasmine from her bushy hair put his thoughts into perspective.
This is who he loved.
This was who he needed to protect.
His Hermione.
His Hermione and their two sons.
Still taking in her familiar warmth and intoxicating scent, he knew that he would do anything to keep her and the children safe. Even if it meant damning himself in the process. His lack of regard for his own well being had worked for him so far in his life. He didn't see how it made any real difference now. Not when he was at war with Bellatrix.