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On The Dark Side	By : stargazer67 Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > General Views: 11597 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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[Author's note: After having written a 'good Snape' story, I was challenged to write an 'evil Snape' story. It was going to be much shorter than the last one, but apparently that just isn't possible for me to do - I still gotta have a story between the lemons. This one is also pretty far outside my own knowledge, as it were; so if there are inaccuracies or things that don't really work within it, feel free to review and say so.]

Snape does his best to hide the irritation he’s feeling, as he is standing with Dumbledore, Slughorn and McGonagall, around the ginger idiot Ron Weasley’s bed in the hospital wing. He’s almost sorry that Harry remembered one of the first things he ever taught him, which was that a bezoar would save someone from most poisons. He gives a small insincere smile when Dumbledore gives him credit for his teaching, and goes back to wondering how soon he can reasonably leave and return to his dungeon. Had the Dark Lord not ordered him to remain at Hogwarts, he doubts he’d still be here; but he has to admit the job does have a few perks along with the many irritations…
His interest is raised a little when Lavender Brown comes rushing past him, asking about her “Won-won”. He is amused when Ron basically rejects her and calls for Hermione instead; maybe he does have more sense than Snape gave him credit for. Lavender runs out, weeping, and he decides this will be a good time to make his own exit as well.
He comes upon her, still weeping, in a deserted hallway; and he can’t resist coming right up to her, as close as possible without actually touching her. He waits until she looks up at him and says, “Don’t waste your tears on a boy like Weasley. One day you’ll know what a real man can do.” He gives her an intense look, and then moves on.
Back in his dungeon, he sits and puts his feet up, considering the seed he’s just planted and whether it may bear fruit later. It’s been a long time since he’s had a Gryffindor girl throw herself at him; most of them aren’t quite as empty-headed as the girls in Hufflepuff, for example. Nor are they eager to earn the attention and approval of their Head of House like the Slytherin girls so often are.
As if this thought was a sort of summons, there is a knock at his door; and he calls, “Enter.”
It’s a fifth-year Slytherin girl, Johanna Dahlgren. She approaches him hesitantly and he looks her up and down slowly, without getting out of his chair. She has shoulder-length dark hair, a foxlike face and a decent body; not as curvy as he’d like, but reasonably attractive.
“Yes, Miss Dahlgren?”
“Er, Professor…I, um…well, you know I’m having trouble in Defense Against the Dark Arts, and…well, Pansy Parkinson said you might raise my grade back to passing, if I came to see you.”
“And I assume that Miss Parkinson also told you what the price of that will be?”
She blushes and looks down, nodding. “Yes, Professor Snape, she told me.”
He stands up and comes over until he’s standing right in front of her, and says quietly, “Are you a virgin, Miss Dahlgren?”
Still not looking at him, she stammers, “N-no, Professor.”
“Just as well. You’re not that far behind anyway.”
She looks up at him, confused, but he doesn’t elaborate; instead looking into her eyes as he reaches for her tie. These ridiculous school uniforms…he loosens and removes the tie, and then begins to unbutton her shirt. She looks down again but he commands, “Look at me.”
She looks back up at him, and he enjoys that she is trying not to flinch as he cups one of her breasts and runs his thumb over her nipple (apparently Parkinson also instructed her to take off her bra before coming to see him; he’ll have to remember to award her a few points for that. He’ll make it for some random insignificant thing in class, but she’ll know what it was really for…). He runs his other hand up Johanna’s bare leg, raising her skirt and pulling her hips closer so she can feel his rising erection.
He thinks to himself that she seems rather shy to have been Sorted into Slytherin; but he’s enjoying the change, most of the girls in his House who seek him out are little more than brazen sluts. This one obviously also isn’t that experienced despite not being a virgin, which is also a nice change.
He pulls off her panties and directs her into the chair he was sitting in; pushing up her skirt to her waist when she sits down, and telling her to put her feet on the ottoman and spread her legs wide, knees bent. He knows she’s going to be very uncomfortable with displaying herself like that, and he savors her discomfort while he stares at her, taking his time about taking off his frock coat and shirt while she wonders what he’s going to do.
Since she is from his own House, he’ll be easy on her, this time. He unbuttons his trousers and pulls them off, watching her face as she looks somewhat fearfully at his stiff, thick cock. He leans over her, reaching for a shelf just above the chair, his cock just inches from her face as he does so. He dips his finger into a pot of ointment on the shelf, his own personal concoction; and then brings his finger down and touches her clit first, then traces his finger around her pussy lips.
She gasps, the ointment is at first cold but then immediately flushes her with heat, arousing her and making her pussy ache to be filled. She looks up at him in wonder and he says, “You like that, do you?” and smirks, then tells her to stand up. He retrieves her school-uniform tie and ties her hands together with it, then pulls her over to a pipe that has a convenient bend just above head-height. He ties the other end of the tie to that and pulls her back a bit, so she is partially bent over. He flips her skirt up over her back, taking a moment to admire the view.
She gasps as he positions himself against her, and she tries to push backwards to take him in, but the position he has her in prevents her. Leaning over her, still not entering her, he smiles to himself as she breathes, “…Please…”
“Please, what, Miss Dahlgren?”
“I…I want you to…please…”
“You want me to, what? Fuck your pussy?” He knows that she’s probably never said such words in her life, and he wants to hear her beg.
“Yes…please…fuck my pussy…” She says it quietly but he knows that soon she’ll say it louder. He slides into her, enjoying the heat and wetness the ointment has created. He’d used it for himself more than for her, he had a feeling she’d be very tight and the extra lubrication might be needed. He feels her pussy gripping his cock as he buries himself balls-deep in her.
He makes long, slow thrusts until she is nearly screaming, “Oh, fuck me, please, Professor, FUCK ME!!” and then he pounds into her, gripping her hips tightly as he spends himself in her.
After he’s untied her and they are both getting dressed again, he says, “Miss Dahlgren, you now have a passing grade in Defense Against the Dark Arts. However, that is not an excuse to continue to slack off in my classes. I am here to teach you to at least to the O.W.L. level, and I shall be highly disappointed if you do not apply yourself to it a bit better.”
He can see that she still needs a bit of convincing; after all, this wasn’t so bad from her perspective. He goes on, saying, “If you think that you can just come back here for more of the same if your grade slips again, be warned that next time, it won’t be so pleasurable for you. And any times after that will be progressively worse. For example, I have been known to invite Mr. Filch to partake in persistent repeat visitors, if I haven’t personally requested them to attend me; and even once invited the Bloody Baron. He may not be able to get off as a ghost, but he still enjoys seeing a girl squirm under him, very much. And if you think having a ghost walk through you is unpleasant, wait until you have one’s cock in you. Once he’s been allowed across that line with you, since he is the House ghost, you can expect to wake in the night frequently with him in your bed for the rest of the time you’re at this school.”
He is pleased by the suitably horrified look on her face, and she flees the dungeon without speaking to him again.
He settles back into his chair, thinking that yes, this job certainly does have its rewards. Nothing like teaching one of the most difficult classes (first Potions and now Dark Arts), and being head of the House that typically garners the more degenerate of the students that come to Hogwarts on top of it; and also nothing like being the cold and distant male figure around hormone-filled girls from other Houses, who often see him as a particular challenge that they can’t seem to resist.
Power, and the sex that usually comes with power, was one of the reasons he joined Voldemort in the first place; and this post has afforded him more of both than he could ever have hoped for anywhere else. He never takes any girl below fifth year, nor any who don’t come to him seeking sex for whatever reason; but even limiting the potential pool that much, he never seems to lack for it from year to year.
He hadn’t always felt so free to indulge in his appetites, but a fortunate twist of fate that was not of his own engineering had made it much more possible for him. Early on in his teaching career, a group of girls from Gryffindor had decided they were going to get rid of him as a teacher; they’d all gone to Dumbledore and claimed that he’d raped them, when he’d never touched them. Apparently they didn’t know about Veritaserum, and he’d insisted that Dumbledore subject all of them (including him) to it; and when their lies were revealed, it pretty much ensured that Dumbledore would likely give much less credence to any further reports later.
On top of that, he’d learned the Muggle art of hypnotism, and unsurprisingly proved quite adept at it. While he typically has little use for anything Muggles have come up with, he found hypnotism to be perfect for his purposes. The blind spot in the Wizarding world is that they’re always and only looking for magical interference; they’d never think to look for a non-magical means of altering someone’s memories, or obscuring them. And he had discovered that well-crafted hypnotically-altered memories would stand up even to Veritaserum or Legilimency, especially if the girl wasn’t that intelligent to begin with. And most of the ones who come to him aren’t; at least those from other Houses, anyway.
He doesn’t worry about the ones from his own House, because they know what they’re getting into before making the choice; he makes sure that the female Prefect is always the most twisted of the female students in his House, and she is usually the one who provides the alternative to the other female students, or else lets the more brazen ones know that he’s not averse to fraternization with students. Parkinson is certainly not the best-looking of the female students he’s had for House Prefect, but she is definitely one of the most twisted; he’s let her share in a few of his more creative punishments and she clearly enjoyed it as much as he did.
He thinks back to one of the last ones; she’d brought in a blonde Slytherin girl that he’d had a few times by that point already, saying that she’d been caught stealing from her dorm-mates. Seeing the hungry look in Parkinson’s eyes, he’d asked her what she thought an appropriate punishment would be, and she’d said, a spanking.
Snape had dutifully arranged the girl across his desk on her stomach, calling up ropes to bind her hands on one side of the desk, and her legs (spread, feet on the floor) on the other. Pansy had pulled out a large paddle, that almost looked like a Muggle cricket bat, from her bag; and as he cast Divestio on the girl to dispense with her clothes, Parkinson had cast it on herself at the same time.
As Pansy had begun to spank the girl (with obvious enjoyment), he’d moved around to the other side of the desk. He had taken off his clothes slowly, while taking in the pain and humiliation on the girl’s face. As he was getting around to taking off his trousers, Parkinson had surprised him by pulling something else out of her bag – a ten-inch black strap-on dildo.
With his trousers still half-unbuttoned, he had gone over to her while she was putting it on, and, looking at it for a moment, cast a quick charm on it that would give her sensations from its surface, almost like it actually was her own cock. As she’d slipped it into the girl’s pussy, her eyes had widened and she’d looked at him gratefully. He’d then gone back around the desk and resumed freeing his cock so the girl could suck it, while Parkinson closed her eyes in ecstasy from the sensations the dildo was giving her as she fucked the girl’s pussy with it.
With her hands bound and head against the desk, the girl hadn’t been able to do much more than keep his arousal going; so after he’d let her go (with a further admonishment about stealing from her own house-mates), Parkinson had come and knelt before him to finish him off, showing her gratitude for the gift he’d given her in the charm.
After he’d pumped his load down Parkinson’s throat, he’d said to her, “You’re welcome, but hear me – that gift will not be used on anyone, male or female, without their consent, unless you are in here with me. And under no circumstances will it be used with or without consent on anyone under fifth year; you already know you aren’t to touch any of them in any way as it is. Do you understand me?” She’d nodded and he’d let her go.
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