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Disclaimer: The following applies to this and all of the following chapters of this story: I do not own the characters, situations, locations or any other aspects of these stories and do not make any money from them.

SECRETLY SLYTHERIN

AUTHOR’S NOTES AND DISCLAIMERS:
Hello there, I assume most of you are here because you read the first story in this series, which is "Don’t Lie to Me". If by some strange chance you haven’t, stop right now and go back and read it. Because I am not going to try and summarize all the twists and turns of that story before proceeding ahead with this tale. And there are going to be a lot of references back to it, which you will not be able to enjoy unless you’re somewhat familiar with how Snape and Helena have arrived at this point in their relationship. All the rest of you go on ahead and read. My warnings remaining in effect:
1)This involves a sexual relationship between Snape and one of his students. If that really squicks you out, DON’T READ THIS!
2)When I write a sex scene (and I anticipate there will be quite a few), I do it graphically, which is why this story is rated NC-17. (In case anyone has any doubts regarding my main artistic motivation in this project, it is to get Snape laid. Frequently.) If that bothers you, DON’T READ THIS!
3)Helena Hortensia Harrison is my own creation, as are several of the supporting characters. So if you’re a canon purist, and only wish to read stories involving the Original Characters, DON’T READ THIS!
4)If you expect Snape to turn over a new leaf and become a tender, lovesick puppy just ‘cause he’s "getting some", you are in the wrong place. I like my Snape just the way he is: an unpleasant, rude, greasy-haired, sarcastic and egotistical bastard. (But, damn, he’s a pistol in bed!) So, if you like your Snape soft, sweet and sensitive, look elsewhere, and (altogether now) DON’T READ THIS!
And, once again, for this and every chapter that is to follow, the usual disclaimer is in effect: Anything and everything you recognize from JK Rowling’s "Harry Potter" universe belongs to her. I am simply borrowing them for my own twisted, sick and salacious purposes, and I get absolutely no monetary reward for doing so.
CHAPTER ONE: One Week Ends and Another Begins
‘Dear Luke,
You know how glad I always am to receive your letters, but today it was a special treat because it arrived on my worst day of the week-Monday. My three classes this day are in Advanced Transfiguration, History of Magic and Advanced Potions. I laughingly (and seriously) refer to it as "The Schedule from Hell!"
To be honest, Advanced Transfiguration can occasionally be fun. Especially since, now that we are Seniors, we are even learning how to do some of the spells without the use of wands. I have always enjoyed exercising my powers in this area, and honestly have never had much trouble with any task that I’ve been called upon to do.
However, having to study the theory behind it all and write up papers about it is absolutely mind-numbingly boring. I do recognize the usefulness of being able to trace back exactly why it is easier or harder to achieve certain transformations, especially when you are called upon to transform something that you haven’t done before. But, after seven years of this, it strikes me that it’s rather like telling all Muggles that they aren’t allowed to switch on their television set unless they’ve studied and been thoroughly tested on their knowledge of the theory of electricity. I mean, it must be very useful to have people who would be able to actually be repair the thing if something went wrong, but that doesn’t mean everyone has to be an expert. In the end, you are either able to do transfigure something, or you can’t. I know some people who can quote you book loads of information but can hardly transform a stick of wood into a toothpick, much less change it into another substance.
Of course, I have never expressed this opinion to Professor McGonagall. She is a strict old bat, head of one of the other houses, and is singularly humorless about almost everything. I swear that the only people I’ve ever seen her smile at are her Gryffindor "pets" Harry Potter and Hermione Granger. Though, I do think she appreciates the strength of my magical talent and I have always gotten highest marks on the written tests and all of those boring essays we are called upon to compose.
Not that she likes me, of course. I started off on the wrong foot with her in my very first class six years ago. We were given the task of transforming some beetles into buttons and she caught me transforming them back and forth between each other while everyone else was still having trouble doing the first step. Pissed her off royally that I was able to do it without her telling me "how" to do it. Probably only because I was a Ravenclaw, of course. If I had been Gryffindor’s Glorious Granger, she would have praised me to the sky.
At any rate, ever since then I have been very careful to do everything that she asks of me as well as I can (and very carefully hidden the fact that I’ve done a lot of things that aren’t covered in the textbook). And since she does try to present herself as strictly and fiercely fair, she can’t keep from giving me good marks, no matter how much she secretly detests me. Too bad really. I’d really love to get her help in my attempt to transform myself into an animal, but she’d figure out too quickly that I’ve gotten pretty close to managing it on my own. She’d be off to report me to the authorities, with a big deduction of house points and a stiff detention to boot.
Anyway, the first class went okay and then I was off to my "History of Magic" class, with that exceedingly erudite and ectoplasmic entity, Professor Binns. It might be slightly more boring to watch paint dry or to watch grass grow rather than listen to that old wheeze bag drone on, but I sincerely doubt it. Luckily, I spent most of my time during the lecture able to catch up on my drawing. Thanks again for sending me the sketchbook before school started! (By the way, in case you’re wondering about Christmas, some new watercolors and charcoal pencils would be greatly appreciated-hint, hint!) I have as yet to find a decent art supply store in the Wizarding section of London-everyone just looks at me blankly and asks why I don’t just use my wand to zap up a drawing like everyone else does.) I am especially proud of my drawings today-they were a result of your letter reminding me about that "Sex Education" class in "Meaning of Life". Ang seems to like them a lot, anyway.
Well, almost time to head off to the afternoon class, Advanced Potions with Professor Severely Snide, uh, I mean Severus Snape. I really need to get on that guy’s good side (if he has one, which I seriously doubt), if I’m going to manage that Mediwitch admission. And Ang has been doing her unwitting best to sabotage me there. Haven’t figured out the best way to suck up to him yet, but intend to do my best.
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Page Two
Well………all of the above was written six days ago, Cousin. Immediately afterwards, we went into Potions class, and proceeded to mess up a potion so badly that we damn near blew up the school. On top of which (don’t ask me how), the Professor got a peek at my drawings.
He was not amused.
I am including them here (I am sure you will understand why it is best I get rid of the evidence, so to speak.) In case you have any doubt, they are drawings of the aforementioned teachers. Since the last one is a vivid and rather detailed portrayal of SS himself, I am sure you will be wondering how I managed to stay in one piece.
Well, I just may tell you the whole story one day. For now, let it suffice to say that I am awfully grateful to you for showing me those "sleight of hand" movements last summer. It came in most handy this week. By the way-best of luck to you in your "Magician’s Club", and I’m sure you will do great with it! (Of course, are you thinking of inviting the other members back to your house and letting your dad do some "real magic" for them? He could always Obliviate them afterwards. Oh, bet you’ve already thought of it.)
Other news-I also managed to melt away most of my book bag and had to send to Mum for a new one. She showed unexpected restraint in her choice, and then of course ruined it all by emblazoning my initials upon it in six-inch gold lettering. I’m sure the salesman assured her that the cost to do was only "minimal".
Let’s see, what else? Oh, yeah, I also ended up (as a result of the potion explosion) getting back with Lewis T. as my partner for that class. And I think we are getting along very well together. Very well. Very, very well. Did I mention that we’re getting along very well?
Love,
Helena
P.S. Oh, one more thing. Unless you persuaded Maribeth to give it up during the past week, I won our bet.’
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Helena paused and her wand waved her hand indecisively over the piece of parchment for a moment, debating once again whether or not to leave her postscript intact. She and her cousin had made a solemn vow when they parted the last time that they were both determined to lose their virginity sometime during their senior year. And the first to do so would win the bet that they had made. Luke’s last letter had stated that he and his girlfriend, Maribeth Parker had progressed to heavy petting, but nothing more.
She finally shrugged and put her wand into her pocket. It was certainly true that she was no longer a virgin. She deserved to win the bet. If her choice of words let her cousin to believe that it was Lewis who had relieved her of her maidenhead, all the better.
She carefully folded the pages up and placed them into the envelope. Then she sealed it and handed it to the owl that had been waiting so patiently for her to finish it. She nuzzled the beautiful animal gently with her own nose and gave it another treat.
"America again," she told the bird. "I know it’s a long way, but there will be good food for you there. And, you have my permission to rest up. I think you’re going to be bringing me back some money," she continued.
The owl hooted briefly and then spread its wings and rose into the air. Helena remained at the window of the owlrey for a long time, watching it until it’s dark wings disappeared completely from view. Then she headed slowly back to the Ravenclaw dormitory.
It was Sunday night, and tomorrow brought another Monday. But, she was rather looking forward to it. Not to the morning classes, of course. But, it was doing to be exceedingly interesting to see just how both she and Professor Snape acted towards each other in Advanced Potions. Now that they were lovers.
***Lovers? Hmmm, a little too romantic a word for what they were, possibly. Partners in sex? Furiously Frenzied Fornicators? My, I’m in an alliterative mood today. ***
She thought back on the little that she had written about him in the letter that was now on its way to her cousin. She had said something about "sucking up" to him.
***Well, that was a rather good choice of words. Considering that she hadn’t even screwed him yet when she wrote it. ***
And she was quite sure that the good Professor was rather hoping to get her on her knees in front of him and have her suck that ample cock of his. Soon. Of course, he had told her that they couldn’t meet again until the next Hogsmeade weekend, which was a month off.
She smiled as reached the entrance to the Ravenclaw Common Room.
***No, Professor, I sure as hell don’t want to wait that long. And I bet you really don’t, either. Guess I’ll just have to figure out a way to.....…persuade you. ***
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