Send Me a Virgin

Chapter 11: The Anxiety of Waiting

It was a dreary winter’s day and not conducive to anything except perhaps staying in bed with a cup of hot tea and a good book. Most of the inhabitants of Hogwarts would have done just that except for the fact there was a major Quidditch match scheduled between the two rival houses of Gryffindor and Slytherin. It was especially interesting as it would be the last time Harry Potter would be playing against Draco Malfoy and the rest of the Slytherin team. Many bets were placed.

In one corner of the castle, Professor Snape was preparing for the match. Although he was feeling confident about his house’s chances, he was uneasy about everything else. The uneasiness started the evening before. He had been reading in his study to try to take his mind off of what he was about to accomplish on Saturday night when he was suddenly struck with a feeling deep in the pit of his stomach that something was wrong.

Desperate, he summoned Malfoy to fetch Hermione Granger. Malfoy, always eager to please Snape scurried off to find her. Snape would have to do the deed that night. He wasn’t totally prepared but he’d make do.

Unfortunately his house got rowdy and some partying got out of hand. One of the prefects reported to him that some of the students were drunk and spells were flying haphazardly all over the place. Snape swore under his breath and as he donned his long black robes he made a vow to never let these things happen when he was in charge.

The scene in the Slytherin common room was mayhem. He required help from some of the other professors to get things under control again. He was dismayed to find several key Quidditch players under the influence and he hoped it wouldn’t affect their performance the next day. Several other students had to have some spells undone and by the time everything was back in order, it was late.

He ran into Malfoy during the walk back to his rooms. Malfoy told him that he let Hermione leave since Snape wasn’t there. Snape shook in fury and almost reached for his wand. The entire night had been very trying on his patience. In the end, he dismissed Malfoy but not without noticing a bit of smugness on his pupil’s face.

A glass of brandy and a sleeping potion did little to quell the unsettling dreams that plagued him throughout the night.

As the professor dressed that morning he thought again about Miss Granger and the task before him. It had been a tense week and after her performance in the girl’s lavatory, he had to use every ounce of self-control not to pleasure himself again. He did replay the scene in his mind many times and each time he felt his cock harden painfully against the constraint of his trousers. Eventually he willed it away, he wanted to save himself for the moment when he would shred her maidenhood and claim the blood that would make him immortal.

Snape took his customary seat in the stands that morning to watch the match. He immediately scanned the Gryffindor crowd for Miss Granger and frowned when he did not see her. Sighing, he turned his attention back to the match.

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Hermione slumbered in her soft bed until late in the morning. Everyone had left leaving her alone with her dreams until she woke with a start. Unbidden, the memories of the night before flooded her still drowsy mind. In quick flashes, she saw Harry then Malfoy and finally Ron. She sat up and rubbed her eyes and then she felt the soreness between her legs, in her ass and on her breasts. Tears began to leak out of her soft brown eyes.

“What have I done?” she whispered to the stillness of the room.

But she couldn’t think about it just then. She needed a hot bath to soothe her aching body and a cup of tea to refresh her mind. It was like she hadn’t thought clearly in days.

Once submersed in the hot water of the prefect’s bathtub Hermione tried to trace back the events of the week. Except for the previous night, everything else was hazy as if she had been drugged.

“But I was,” she mumbled in the deserted lavatory. “Oh Merlin…why?”

She had no idea. No doubt someone was after revenge. She knew her know-it-all attitude did not endear her to many in the school, but she wasn’t there to make friends. It was her goal to succeed and graduate with top honors.

But still…the entire incident made her feel sick. Giving up her virginity was something she wanted to save for when the time was right. Even though she had wanted it to be with Harry, she knew she had basically forced herself on him. It wasn’t fair to him. And the thing with Malfoy…she wept with shame. How she would ever recover and finish out the year, she didn’t know. There was no way she could face Malfoy again. No doubt he was telling his cronies and soon the school would know her for a slut. Her only hope was that the fact that she was under a powerful potion would legitimize the events.

She knew she was missing the match, but she wasn’t ready to see people yet. Harry would want to talk to her, but he would be shy about what happened between her. And Ron…there was the question. There were some words spoken that made her wonder if there was something more to know. All the more reason to hibernate.

But there was detention with Snape that evening and just knowing that made her stomach clench.

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The Quidditch match went horribly for both sides. Snape wondered if Gryffindor had been up to as much mischief as Slytherin had. Potter, Weasley and Malfoy in particular did not play up to snuff. And the Slytherin students who had been drinking were no better. It was dreadful and he couldn’t wait for it to be over so he could retire to his rooms and prepare for the night ahead.

His mind slid back and forth between the match and what he was about to do that evening. More and more he looked forward to deflowering Miss Granger and making her do things he hadn’t done in a very long time. And in the end, he would have the ingredient he had sought after.

Snape licked his lips and pushed the greasy hair from his face. He made a mental note to wash it thoroughly later. He shivered as he pictured Miss Granger’s hands running through it while he ravished her pale breasts.

“Gryffindors score!!!” rang the announcer’s voice, bringing Snape back to reality. His cock twitched once in his pants

“Dammit,” he muttered.

The score was unusually low and the Snitch had not made an appearance. Given the lousy play by both sides, it could drag out for a while.

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Hermione finished her bath at last and was trying to catch up with her homework. It seemed she had been busy satisfying her hunger and not paying attention to her work. It would take days to get a handle on things. Outside, she could hear the Quidditch match. That was the last place she wanted to go. Too many people and too many of the wrong people.

She shifted uncomfortably on her seat, as her ass was still hurting from the night before. How she could let Malfoy do something like that made her sick to her stomach. In fact, she hadn’t been able to hold anything down all morning. And the fact that she had to face Snape that evening made it worse. He was going to “help” her he said. But with the spell lifted, she didn’t need help anymore. Maybe she could explain it and be done with the whole ugly affair.

Suddenly there was a huge swell of noise outside.

“And Gryffindor wins the match!!!” screamed the announcer. Cheering went up and Hermione gathered her books. She didn’t want to be in this room when they burst in.

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“Bloody Gryffindors,” muttered Snape under his breath as he fought his way through the crowd.

But it had been close. As luck would have it, fortune was again smiling upon the Boy That Lived. Potter spotted the Snitch before Malfoy and barely grabbed before pulling up and away from the ground. The crowd went crazy and the match was ended.

Snape glared at the Slytherin team as they trod off the field with glum looks upon their faces. After he took over, he would restore his house to the former glory it once had before he did anything else.

He wanted to berate them all in public but it wasn’t worth it. Instead he made his way back to his rooms for some quiet contemplation. It would be hours before Miss Granger was due but he needed time to calm down and get ready for the big night.

+ + +

Hermione was struggling through her Ancient Runes homework when Ginny appeared by her bedside.

“Hermione?” she called softly. “Are you ok?”

Hermione looked up at Ginny and nodded.

“Can we talk?” Ginny asked. Downstairs the common room had erupted into singing yet again.

“Sure, sit down,” Hermione said, patting the bed.

Ginny sat down, freshly showered and changed from the Quidditch match. Her bright red hair shone radiantly.

“Harry told me what happened,” Ginny said a bit hesitantly.

Hermione raised an eyebrow. “Everything?”

“Well, I know about you and Harry. And well…Malfoy…”

Hermione looked away, tears forming again. Ginny reached out and touched her arm gently.

“I’m sorry Hermione, Harry and Ron are worried about you. They needed someone to come up and check on you.”

“I’m ok, you can go tell them that,” Hermione said. “And it was a potion. A lust potion. Someone played a pretty bad joke on me.”

Ginny said nothing for a while. Hermione wished she would just go away.

“Hermione…can I ask you something?”

“What is it?”

“Well…I don’t mean to pry, but…how was it? With Harry, I mean?”

At first Hermione wanted to tell Ginny off, but deep down she did want to talk about it.

“It was nice, I guess,” she said finally. “I just didn’t want to have it happen that way. You know?”

Ginny nodded. “I’m still saving myself too.”

Hermione looked up, shocked. “But I…”

“Yeah, I know. Most people think I sleep around,” Ginny admitted. “But I guess I’m just a tease. That’s why I’ve been through so many guys. They try to go all the way, but I turn them down. Of course I’ve done everything else but…”

Hermione didn’t pay much attention to gossip so she never knew what Ginny’s ex-boyfriends were saying about her.

“So is there anyone in particular you’re saving yourself for?” Hermione asked.

“Not really,” Ginny said, but there was a twinkle in her eye.

“Well, you can tell Harry and Ron I’m ok. I need to catch up on homework so I’ll be here until dinner and I guess I’ll see them then.”

“Ok,” Ginny said and she gave Hermione a squeeze on the arm before leaving the room.

She wants Harry, Hermione thought. That bitch.

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Snape took his dinner in his rooms as he needed to finish his preparations for the evening. He showered and took special care to wash and comb out his long hair. Donning black trousers and a darkly colored shirt he felt nervous as if he were going on a date. But Severus Snape never dated. That was for the popular people like Potter’s father and his cronies Lupin and Black. They always had the girls and he was left behind – shunned for his studious ways and serious countenance. When he finally lost his virginity after graduating, it was with a whore and it would be with many whores for a while.

Oh, some of the Death Eater women would give it up occasionally, but he had never been in love. Sex was a release and through the years he honed his passions to something that lived on the dark side. He smiled as he inspected his ‘tools’ for the evening.

Once he was done, he mixed the antidote to the lust potion and let it cool. He sipped an after dinner brandy and settled back into his chair to meditate. He occupied his thoughts with visions of Miss Granger tied to his bed sporting the marks of his trade all over her lily-white body. And when his cock stiffened that time, he let it. He enjoyed at last the anticipation of control and dominance he would exert over her. And when he was done, he would wipe her memory of it away and move on.

There was a knock on the door and he snapped out of his thoughts.

Eight o’clock, right on time.