"Where were you last night during detention?" Harry asked Lacey as they packed up their materials the next day.
"I got lost. I guess I still don't know this castle too well," Lacey replied honestly, throwing her bag over her shoulder. Harry followed her as she strutted out of the classroom.
"I bet Snape gave you hell for it," Harry commented in an apologetic voice.
Lacey looked at him over her shoulder, feigning a sad expression. "Yes, he was fuming. Said I had to do double detention because of it."
"Not tonight, right? I wanted to ask if you'd like to meet up with me."
Lacey turned to Harry, running her eyes down his body. Memories of his large cock swirled through her mind. But no, she had to push them away. Lacey couldn't handle his monstrous member after two consecutive nights of getting her brains fucked out.
She leaned toward him and put her lips to his ear. "How about you meet me in the library at about nine tonight? Bring your invisibility cloak," Lacey whispered.
"I'll be there," Harry smirked in response.
"Good. Now run along with your Gryffindor friends. As a matter of fact, here they come now," Lacey rolled her eyes as she spotted Ginny, Hermione, and Ron walking down the hallway towards where she and Harry stood.
"Why are you with this whore?" Ginny immediately shouted as soon as she was close enough to where Lacey would hear. Lacey held back an insult when she noticed passerby's turning to stare at her. Kill with kindness, Lacey repeated to herself, kill with kindness.
"Actually, Harry was just asking for a second opinion on your Valentine's gift. But thanks for the compliment, I guess."
Ginny's gaze immediately softened and Lacey couldn't repress a smirk. This girl was too easy.
"Really?" Ginny asked, turning to Harry with a smile on her face.
"Er…" was all Harry could manage out of his mouth.
Out of nowhere, Ron spoke. "Valentine's Day is coming up?" He questioned, utterly bemused.
Lacey glanced back at Harry and noticed he bore the same expression. She rolled her eyes at the pair. Had they really both forgotten?
"It's tomorrow, Ron," Hermione stated in her signature matter-of-fact voice.
Realization spread over both their faces, and Hermione and Ginny wore looks of disbelief.
"Typical boys," Lacey scoffed. Hermione nodded at her with a smile. Lacey returned the friendly gesture; Hermione was such a sweet girl, unlike Ginny, who constantly annoyed Lacey just by being in her presence. However, Lacey wouldn't be mean to her. It was already mean enough that she was fucking Ginny's boyfriend.
"I'll see you around, Gryffindors," Lacey waved a hand in dismissal and started walking down the hallway toward the Slytherin Dungeons, seeking a nap.
When she arrived, the common room was nearly deserted. Since everyone had finished their classes for the week, most people were outside enjoying the fresh air with their friends. Lacey sighed as she threw herself on the couch. Harry was lucky he had so many friends that cared about him. Lacey had never had a friend in her life, let alone a family member that cared even in the slightest.
As if on cue, Draco approached her from one of the arm chairs he had been conspicuously sitting on. "Where were you last night? We had detention!"
Lacey groaned, throwing a pillow over her face. "I got lost! Now, let it go. I'm exhausted!"
Draco snatched the pillow that was covering her and threw it across the common room. "You've better not have been with Potter! Or else-"
"Or else what, Draco?" Lacey interrupting, springing herself up and getting in his face. "What are you going to do? Are you going to hit your own sister?"
Draco seized her roughly by shoulders. "Stop saying you're my sister! You're not my damn sister! It's obvious to everyone we aren't related, look at us!"
Lacey tried to withhold the hurt from her voice. "We were raised in the same house."
"Hardly. My parents only took you in because they thought it'd be smarter to make you into one of us instead of letting your father ship you to America. They never cared for you like a daughter, and not once were you ever treated as well as I was!" Draco yelled, voice dripping with venom.
"You're lying," Lacey said with tears forming in her grey eyes.
"No, darling, I'm not. There's an upside, though, at least for me. Every time we were left alone in that house, I had a sweet pussy to play with," Draco licked his lips as he spoke these words.
Lacey's stomach dropped as she thought back to the traumatizing memories that she assumed had taken place before the Malfoy's. "All those years, that was you? You sick bastard!"
Draco ran his hand over her neck and down to her chest, stopping to flick her right nipple. "You grew up to be so fucking sexy; I'd do it again without a second thought."
"Fuck you, Draco!" Lacey screeched, pushing him back with as much force as she could muster. To her surprise, he was forced back with an incredible momentum that caused him to collide with the nearest armchair. Lacey looked at her hands in shock. Since when did she get that strong?
"Freak. Just like your father and his friends, all freaks," Draco muttered from his slumped position on the floor.
"I don't even know who my father is!" Lacey cried, jolting out of the common room. She ran, not sure of where she was going, but knowing she didn't want to be around the Slytherin common room anymore.
Various students stared at her as she ran passed them, but none bothered to stop her and ask if she was alright. Lacey began to realize no one here even liked her, and as a result, she had nowhere to go, no one to talk to. The tears increased as she ran faster, not quite able to see where she was running to. Before she had a chance to stop and compose herself to observe which part of the castle she was in, Lacey collided into a tall and dark-coated figure.
"Ow!" Lacey yelled as she was thrown onto the floor, pain searing in her wrist.
"Miss Malfoy?" A deep drawl came from above her.
"I'm not a Malfoy!" Lacey cried, trying to push herself up from the ground. She dropped back down in agony when her wrist began to protest against her.
"Let me see that," the figure ordered, bending down next to her to grab her wrist. That was when Lacey realized it was Snape.
"Ouch!" Lacey cried when he starting feeling around it.
"It's sprained," Snape stated, "Let me help you up."
He placed Lacey's arm over his shoulders and wrapped his own arm around her waist, hoisting her up on her feet. Snape made sure to keep a firm grip on her even after she was already standing. He glanced at Lacey's beautiful face, noticing she bore a shocked expression. "What?" He asked.
"You're…you're being nice…" She replied hesitantly.
"You seem like you've been having a rough day, Lacey. Am I correct?"
Lacey sniffled as she thought back to Draco's words. "Yes."
"Come to my office and tell me about it, please," Snape implored.
Lacey nodded in agreement and allowed Snape to lead her away. When they got there, he assisted her into a small room that was connected to his office. The room had simply a bed and a desk, not much else. He sat her on his bed and momentarily left the small room.
"Thank you so much," Lacey said with sincerity when Snape surprised her by coming back with a glass of butterbeer.
"Anything," Snape said, making Lacey blush slightly. "Now tell me what happened."
"I was in my common room and Draco came in and told me…he didn't think of me as a sister, just some girl his parents took in. He said they never loved me like a daughter, and the only good side of me being there was…."
"Was what?" Snape pressed.
Lacey burst into tears again, causing Snape to pull her into a tight embrace. He pressed his lips onto her forehead in a soft, comforting kiss.
"You know him, Snape! What do you think he said? He's a sick bastard!" Lacey sobbed onto his shoulder.
"Shh, Lacey. Don't worry about Draco. I'll take care of you," Snape whispered in her ear and then kissed her lightly on the earlobe. "Lay back on the bed."
Lacey did as she was told and rested herself against Snape's bed. He wrapped his comforter around her body, making sure to touch every curve as he did so. Lacey smiled gratefully at him.
"Thank you for caring, Snape. I feel a lot better already."
"You'll be even more relaxed in a second. Spread your legs, darling."
Lacey obeyed once more, letting her knees fall down opposite ways. Her skirt rode up her thighs, putting her pink underwear in plain view. Snape licked his lips hungrily. Immediately, he brought his head down and gently caressed her thighs with his lips.
"Oh!" Lacey gasped in surprise when she felt his cold tongue slip into the folds on her moist pussy. She moaned as he worked his magic, sliding his long, slippery tool in and out of her. In seconds, his mouth grew more vicious, occasionally nipping at the lips of her pussy.
"That hurts, Snape," Lacey giggled playfully and squirmed beneath his face. This caused him to bring his head up and pin her down forcefully.
"Listen to me, this is my pussy," Snape declared, putting his head back down to kiss it affectionately.
"Prove it," Lacey challenged seductively.
Snape pulled down his trousers and released his throbbing cock. Before Lacey could say another word, he pushed his shaft inside of her and began to thrust wildly. Lacey threw her head back and moaned in loud heaves, not caring who heard her. Snape didn't seem to care either since he didn't say anything against it.
Suddenly, they heard the door to Snape's office open. Snape turned stock still with his dick still planted in Lacey, listening intently.
"Well if it isn't little Lacey and Severus the snake," emerged Filch's voice from the doorway of Snape's bedroom. He cackled with glee, reaching down to rub the bulge that appeared in his pants. Lacey wrinkled her nose at his acrid smell while Snape gave him a death glare.
"Leave Filch, or die a painful death," Snape sneered at the old man with mangled hair. Lacey didn't know why Snape just didn't get off of her.
"I think I'm at the advantage here, Severus. We wouldn't want Dumbledore to find out that his potions teacher is fucking his finest student, now would we?" Filch cackled again.
Snape growled. "What the hell do you want?"
"Maybe my own turn?" Filch wagered.
Lacey squinted her eyes shut while Snape spat, "No!"
Filch tried again. "How about me watching you both and maybe getting a little myself?"
Snape sneered at Filch again without hesitation, making the answer clear in his face. "You're not touching her."
"Then you won't be either. I'll be on my way to Dumbledore's office now."
"Wait! No!" It was Lacey who spoke this time. Snape looked at her in bewilderment. "I don't want to cause any trouble for you," Lacey explained to him.
Filch laughed happily and sat at the side of Snape's bed. "Continue, then."
Lacey nodded at Snape. He seemed unsure at first but eventually started to thrust into her slowly. They could both hear Filch unzip his pants and start to masturbate. Snape started to thrust into her harder, grunting as he did so.
"Pull down her top," Filch moaned, his hand was a blur moving up and down his dick.
Snape tugged down Lacey's top and revealed her supple, round breasts.
This caused Filch to groan in agony. "I'm touching them," he declared, moving forward his left hand to rub Lacey's nipple. "Yes, I love these big titties."
"Oh…" Lacey moaned. She had never experienced two different men pleasuring her, even if one of them was extremely repulsive. It was kind of a turn on to have Filch watch her and Snape fuck.
"I don't like you touching her," Severus snarled, suddenly slowing down his strokes. "I can't just sit here and watch you do this."
Snape pulled his cock out of her pussy and began buttoning his pants. "Get up, Lacey," he ordered.
Lacey quickly obeyed him, pulling her exposed chest away from Filch. The dirty old man growled in anger. With her pussy wet and throbbing, she fixed her clothes under Snape's protective stance.
"Get. Out. Now," Snape seethed to him, eyes stone cold.
"You'll regret this, Severus," Filch all but spat to him, and then left the room in a hurry.
Snape immediately turned to Lacey and grabbed her by the shoulders, looking deeply into her eyes. "I'm not used to caring about someone like I care about you, Lacey…" He breathed heavily. "I think maybe I shouldn't see you again after this."
Lacey's face noticeably fell. "But… what about Potions class?"
"You'll be nothing more than my student." The coldness was back into his voice like it'd never left.
Lacey exited Snape's office without a word. As she walked down the hall, she tried to ignore the fast pace of her heartbeat as well as the foreboding sense of hurt. After all, why would she be hurt? What she had with Snape had only been a couple spur-of-the-moment fucks.
I'm fucking Lacey Malfoy. I can get any damn boy, man, fuck, even girl if I wanted…fuck Snape. I hope he tortures himself over thoughts of my pussy tonight.