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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
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Snape is exhausted when he gets back, but after a stiff drink or two in his rooms, he decides he’ll go to dinner. Now that all the students are back, he’s pretty sure Alyssa will be at dinner instead of taking meals in her room as she has been, and he craves the sight of her. He glances at her frequently throughout dinner, and avoids looking at Lavender at all. Lavender, however, is watching him; and also trying to figure out who he keeps looking at. From where she’s sitting it’s just too hard to tell; he could be looking at anyone, or even nothing at all.
Alyssa feels his eyes on her and occasionally looks at him; she is kind of surprised at the desperate hunger that seems to be in his eyes when they meet. She also had noted where Lavender Brown was sitting, and notices that she’s looking at Snape, but he never looks at her.
The next day in Defense Against the Dark Arts, it’s much the same. Snape tries not to look at Alyssa more than at anyone else, since it would be more obvious in a smaller classroom; and he ignores Lavender completely. Alyssa notices, and also notices that Lavender looks a bit put out that he isn’t looking at her; and Alyssa wonders if he rejected her. And if so – why.
Much later that evening, Lavender creeps down to Snape’s dungeon, and he admits her with an internal sigh. She says she wants to see her Dark Lord, so he takes her. Once they are there, she rushes off to Voldemort’s bedroom, and he hopes that he won’t be summoned there himself; but the hope is short-lived. His Mark grows warm, and he resignedly heads to the bedroom.
Once there, he finds Voldemort with his robes open, Lavender naked on her knees, sucking and licking his cock. Voldemort caresses her hair as he says, “Severus; Lavender tells me that she feels like I’ve been too restrictive with you, not allowing you to have any pleasure yourself. So, I invite you to join with us. She says you’ve been having some difficulties responding as well; I can help you with that, I believe…”
Snape feels a wash of cold dread, he has no idea what he’s about to be asked to do but he’s sure he isn’t going to like it. Voldemort waves his wand negligently and Snape feels the cool air on his body as he realizes his clothes have been removed. Voldemort pulls away from Lavender for a moment (and she grins wickedly at Snape as Voldemort’s back is to her), and comes over to Snape, looking him in the eye as he reaches for Snape’s flaccid cock. When he grasps it gently, Snape feels like he’s just been hit with an electric cattle prod; his cock stiffens immediately, and Voldemort smiles at him as he lets go of it.
He indicates that they should all lay down on the bed, on either side of Lavender. Voldemort turns her to face him on her side, and then indicates that Severus should penetrate her ass. He does, and Voldemort then slides into her pussy. Snape can feel the Dark Lord’s cock against his own, just separated slightly by Lavender’s flesh; and he can feel Voldemort’s balls against his as well. Mentally, Snape is so much not into this that he fully expects to lose his erection at any moment; but apparently his proximity to Voldemort’s manhood is keeping his body very much into it even if his mind isn’t.
Lavender moans loudly as Voldemort repositions all of them; Snape on his back with Lavender on his chest, and Voldemort on top of her. Voldemort begins to thrust into her slowly, and Snape feels every inch of the Dark Lord’s cock sliding in and out of her, and Voldemort’s balls coming to rest against his again with every stroke. Snape empties his mind and just lets his body take over, and he begins to thrust also, as Lavender’s moans increase. He feels her climax and just lets himself drift farther away as Voldemort increases the pace of his thrusts and his balls begin to slap against Snape’s.
Snape comes back to himself as Voldemort reaches his climax; and feeling the powerful pulsing of the Dark Lord’s cock against his own, it takes him over the edge as well and both of them are pumping their seed deeply into Lavender at the same time.
Once they have both withdrawn, Voldemort props himself up on one elbow and caresses Lavender, asking if she liked that. She smiles at Voldemort and says she did, and she thinks Severus enjoyed it as well; and thanks Voldemort for allowing him to have some pleasure too.
Voldemort looks at Snape and says, “Perhaps I was a bit harsh in requiring you to pleasure her without giving you any avenue for pleasure yourself, Severus. You are my most loyal and faithful Death Eater, and without you, I wouldn’t have my lovely consort. I would not allow any other Death Eater to even touch the hem of her robe right now, you understand. But you alone are worthy to share our time together. Understand, it will still only be when we are together; but I can at least offer you that.”
Snape cannot believe this – the little minx has trapped him more cunningly than he ever could have imagined. Voldemort feels that he has given Snape an amazingly generous gift; and to reject it would likely be instant suicide. He’d have better odds playing the Muggle game of Russian Roulette with only one chamber empty rather than only one filled. He can’t imagine Voldemort not being angry enough to use the Killing Curse on him if he says, “No, my Lord; actually, I want nothing to do with your little whore of a consort, and would rather my cock remained nowhere near her…”
She’s just made it a hundred times more difficult for him to try to get out of both this and pleasuring her at the school, has just made it nearly impossible for him to try to reason with the Dark Lord without offending him in the process.
He’ll still try when he can though; he thinks he might be able to say that it feels too wrong to him, to be so familiar with his Master’s consort and the bearer of his children. That he fears it will cause him to begin to think above himself (as he thinks Lavender is already doing. And, even if she can’t see the likely end result of the power trip she’s on right now, Snape can. And he knows that the Dark Lord will see it eventually also. Snape suspects that once the child or children are born, Lavender is going to have as spectacular a downfall as she has a rise, and she’s going to learn exactly what the other side of her vows to the Dark Lord really mean…).
After Snape has delivered Lavender back to Hogwarts (fortunately it’s late enough that she doesn’t insist he service her again, and she goes off to her dorm), he decides that he’s also got to find a way to warn off Alyssa. Not that she has shown any signs of coming to him, but he cannot risk Lavender figuring out that she means anything to him, or he knows Lavender will find a way to make him bring her to Voldemort; and he will have to watch as Voldemort takes her for himself. Perhaps turns her over to the Death Eaters, even taking her life once they’ve tired of her.
Snape wonders if he can call to her the way she called to him; and, sinking down into his chair, he puts all of his mind into projecting the fear and desperation that he feels, when he imagines how bad it could be. He imagines the very worst outcome and feels it inside himself as deeply as he can, makes it as real in his own mind as he can. He begs her, in his mind, to come to him; so he can protect her, warn her.

Alyssa is in bed, but has had difficulty getting to sleep. She begins feeling unsettled and wonders why; and as the minutes drag on, it gets progressively worse. It’s almost like she’s watching a horror movie, where someone is walking through a dark house and the viewer knows that someone or something is going to jump out at them at any moment; and the longer it goes on, the more the suspense grows. She even begins to look fearfully around her own dorm room, as though an attacker might appear there at any moment.
Suddenly, it lets up; but just as it does, she gets an impression of Snape, an impression of him saying – “Alyssa, come to me…I have to warn you…Alyssa, please…”
She’s wary, wondering if this is one of the tricks he warned her about, with Malfoy. She wonders if Malfoy could project something like that into her mind. She remains in bed, wide awake, indecisive; but finally decides that she has to know. She’ll keep an extra-wary eye out; in fact, she thinks she might even be able to call on the Grey Lady to help her…
She gets dressed and goes down into the common room, asking one of the portraits if they know where the Grey Lady is, and if so can they ask her to come to the common room, or else ask if she can speak with her wherever she is. They confer among themselves, moving between portraits; and she waits for some time. Finally someone comes breathlessly back to their portrait and says that the Grey Lady will come here to see her.
When she arrives, Alyssa explains to her that she thinks Professor Snape has a very important message to give her, but she fears trickery on the part of another man who tried to rape her before Christmas. The Grey Lady is of course very sensitive to the latter, and her fury is apparent as she asks what man dared do that to her. Alyssa says she’d rather not say; but she’d like to know first if Professor Snape does in fact have a message for her, and second if the hallways to his dungeon are clear.
The Grey Lady sniffs and asks what makes her so sure that Professor Snape isn’t just trying to lure her into his clutches; after all, she’s heard plenty of stories about him and his appetites, both from students and the Bloody Baron’s bragging. Alyssa looks at her pleadingly and says she is sure; Professor Snape will not do anything to her. It’s complicated, but she’s certain of that much; and she tells the Grey Lady to evaluate the truth of that for herself if she goes to see him.
The Grey Lady sighs and says she will do it, but only because she can see that Alyssa is going to go with or without her help. If it’s a trick, at least she can uncover it without any danger. She tells Alyssa to wait, she’ll go check it out. Alyssa recalls that Snape’s dungeon is warded against Peeves and probably the ghosts as well; so she concentrates as hard as she can, on her sending the Grey Lady to him.

Snape has given up, apparently he can’t do what she did, or else she just won’t come to him. He gets up and pours himself some brandy, sitting back down in his chair, worrying it over in his mind. He must find a way to warn her, without anyone seeing him talking to her or paying particular attention to her. In fact, he’s going to have to ignore her as completely as he’s been ignoring Lavender. If he thought that alone would absolutely keep her away for good he’d just do that; but he can’t be sure it would be enough.
A thought worms its way into the back of his mind – something about the Grey Lady? Why would he think of her? She’s the Ravenclaw ghost, he’s never had any dealings with her at all. Wait…Ravenclaw…
He goes to the door and throws it open, and finds the Grey Lady in the hallway. She glares at him as she drifts into the room and says, “Why do you feel the need to keep us out, what are you trying to hide with your wards, Professor?”
Snape says, “Peeves, mostly, my Lady of Ravenclaw. I have things stored here that he could wreak unbelievable havoc with if he got his hands on them. Besides that, advanced potion-making requires the utmost concentration; and before I put up the wards, I once nearly caused a major explosion when the Headless Hunt came galloping through here at a very critical point.”
She sniffs audibly again, but inwardly she has to smile a little; she’s frequently annoyed by the Hunt as well, and still can’t understand why Nick wants to join it so badly. Eventually she says, “Alyssa sent me. She felt you had an important need to speak with her, but she feared a trick from a man who…meant to harm her. She sent me to find out first if you did have a need to speak with her, and second whether the way here was clear.”
Snape breathes, “Oh, clever girl…” It had not even occurred to him that she might think it was a trick of Malfoy’s rather than a true sending from him. The Grey Lady smiles and says smugly, “Of course, Professor Snape. She is after all from Ravenclaw House.” Snape looks up at her and gives an uncharacteristic smile, acknowledging the point and her right to be smug about it as well.
Snape says, “Yes, my Lady – I very much need to speak with her, alone. She could be in danger and I need to warn her.”
The ghost’s eyes grow cold and she says, “How do I know you aren’t the danger, yourself? You haven’t exactly been kind to all the girls you’ve had alone with you, Professor. We do hear things…even if it’s not evidence enough to take to the Headmaster, still I don’t know that I trust you even if Alyssa seems to believe you are no threat to her.”
“My Lady, I don’t know what I can say that will convince you, except that I mean her no harm. You will know she came here tonight; and if she comes to any harm, I know you will tell the Headmaster. That may not be reassuring enough, but I can’t think of anything that would be. Please, I very much need to speak with her, alone; when no-one will see me speaking with her.”
The look on his face as he says the last convinces her, and she says, “Wait here; I will go tell her and make sure the way is clear. I will wait outside while you talk with her, and escort her back as well.”
Snape looks relieved and says, “Thank you, my Lady.”
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