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Don't Lie to Me	By : Veresna Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 13611 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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CHAPTER 12: THE SECOND DETENTION
At a quarter to four on Friday afternoon, Helena Harrison was walking slowly through the halls of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. As she neared the steps leading down to the dungeon rooms, she often had to pause and wait, as most of the pedestrian traffic was walking in the opposite direction. The halls were filled with the echoes of the students’ chattering, the normal Friday din increased by the anticipation of the first Quidditch match of the season to begin in about fifteen minutes.
The last double Potions session of the week was the one where Harry Potter and his fellow Gryffindors shared the classroom, none too happily, with Draco Malfoy and his Slytherin counterparts. She saw Harry pushing through the crowd, undoubtedly anxious to change into his Quidditch robes and get out unto the field.
Finally, it seemed as though the bulk of the students had left the dungeons and she was able to start her way down the stairs. The heels of her loafers echoed eerily down the hallway as she made her way down the deserted hallway to Snape’s office. She adjusted her new backpack to a more comfortable position as she neared the doorway, finally deciding to shrug it off her shoulders completely before she knocked.
There was no answer. She waited, putting her ear near the door to see if she could hear any sign of life inside.
None. He was late.
No, he was still in the classroom. Bullying poor Neville Longbottom from what she could hear from her vantage point halfway down the hall.
"Tell me, Longbottom, why can you not keep even a single, simple fact within that dull, thick-headed skull of yours? And how many cauldrons have you melted down? Do you think we might get through one class without you making one of your supremely ill-judged decisions?"
She could hear a quiet sputtering sound that she assumed was Neville’s weak attempt at explanation and/or apology.
"Enough! Go to Mr. Filch’s office and get some cleaning supplies!"
Without further ado, Snape came gliding out of the room, his black robes as usual flowing dramatically behind him. Neville Longbottom, his face a mass of freckles and blushes walked sheepishly behind him. The two students gave each other a sympathetic look of commiseration, and from the glance that Snape gave to her, he seemed to be in only a marginally better mood than he had been at this time on Monday.
He pointed his wand angrily at the door and she heard the locks give way. He gestured at her to go inside.
"Go in and be seated. The form is on my desk. I am sure you know how to fill it out," he barked. "Go on, Longbottom, I haven’t got all day!"
She could hear poor Neville tripping over his own feet as he attempted to run faster down the hallway.
She entered the room and walked over to the desk. She looked at it, puzzled, for a moment. On Monday the desk had not been cluttered, really, but there had surely been more on it than there was now. The only objects on its highly polished surface were his quill and ink stand, the permission slip, and another blank piece of paper-presumably for his notes.
Snape strode angrily back into the room.
"I said have a seat, Miss Harrison." He stopped for a moment to glower at her before proceeding further. "Or do you require the use of the ‘ladies room’ again before we start?"
"No, Sir."
She sat down and placed her bag next to the chair. She leaned forward in her chair to reach for the permission slip. He had already filled in the date and the formation. It was again Veritaserum, Formulation SS-LW1. She had wondered if he meant to dose her with the same potion again. And she wondered if he was telling the truth, or if he had added something even more sinister to the formula.
"Do you have a problem, Miss Harrison?"
***Yes, quite a few Professor. And you’re the cause of most of them. ***
But she shook her head no and printed in her name and signed the bottom as before. Again, he took the paper from her and signed his own name at the bottom. In a few seconds it was again folded and sealed as before.
He gazed at her with interest. She had looked outstandingly well yesterday, but this was the first he had seen her today. She had not been in the Great Hall for either breakfast or lunch. Her eyes were faintly red and there was a hint of tiredness in her eyes, but she still looked much better than she had on Wednesday.
As he watched her, she placed a finger against her nose, trying to stifle a sneeze. She sneezed noisily despite the attempt, and she wiped at her nostrils with a clean white handkerchief that was wound tightly about the fingers of her hand. Perhaps a cold or allergies rather than a tendency toward weeping was the cause of the redness in her eyes, he thought. Although, he was sure she also hadn’t slept much the night before.
He thrust his hand into his pocket and brought out the vial of Veritaserum. As before, it sparkled and gleamed in its clean, clear vial and he carefully placed it before her on the desk. She looked at it as if she would dearly love to throw it into the wastebasket rather than pick it up and drink it. But she moved her fingers towards it to pick it up. Unfortunately, her fingers were shaking, a fact that she tried to conceal by biting down hard upon her lips with her teeth, he noted. Still, her fingers were shaking so badly that the vial slipped out of them as she drew her hand away from the desk and she gasped as it fell down unto the floor.
"Clumsy, are we today, Miss Harrison?" She stopped short and stared up at him. It was almost the exact same words that he had said to her during the dream last night.
At that moment, they both jumped. For someone was knocking at the door.
"Professor?"
Filch’s voice. Followed by Filch’s ugly face as he opened the door without further invitation. Helena looked between the two men in surprise. Had Snape really forgotten something as important as to lock the door behind him?
There was a slight, unusual blush upon Snape’s cheek as he looked at the caretaker with great impatience. "Yes, what is it?"
Helena knelt down on the floor to retrieve the vial from where it had rolled, close to the edge of Snape’s desk.
"Professor, that fool Longbottom stopped by my office and said I was supposed to come by and help him clean up this mess?"
Helena glanced up from the floor. Neville, his hands twisting anxiously into nervous knots, was lurking behind Filch in the hallway.
"But, it’s the first Quidditch match of the year!" protested the caretaker.
Snape sighed in exasperation. "No, I told Mr. Longbottom to get some cleaning supplies, not YOU, from your office."
"Ha!" Filch turned back and snorted at Longbottom before he turned to go down the hallway.
"Longbottom!"
As Helena pulled herself up to resume her seat, she glanced back at the doorway. Neville had dared to step half a toe length into the room.
Snape sighed. "Get out of this building, Longbottom and out of my sight. I expect you back first thing tomorrow morning to get that mess cleaned up, understood?"
Neville bowed and shook his way out of the room.
Snape angrily waved his wand at the open door and it slammed itself shut, the by now familiar sounds of the clicking locks signaling that it was securely looked again.
Snape returned his attention to Helena. Her hand was still clasped about the bottle and her hands were still trembling.
"If you please, Miss Harrison?"
She slowly nodded and brought the bottle up to her lips, her hand wrapped all the way around it in a vain attempt to keep it stead. This time she swallowed the entire vial in one gulp.
After a moment, she handed the empty vial and stopper back across the desk to him. He glanced at it, as if to reassure himself that she had taken the entire dose, and then dropped it into one of the innumerable pockets of his robe.
"How does it taste this time?" he asked, dipping his pen into the ink and beginning to write a few strokes across the page.
She looked at him, puzzled. "The same as it did before," she replied slowly. A horrified look came to her eyes. "Isn’t it the same thing as what you gave me before?"
"Of course it is, Miss Harrison. I doubt there’s any need to change it." He smiled coldly. "I believe it worked quite well, even with just one dose, didn’t it?"
"I guess it depends on what you intended it to do?"
"Any noticeable side effects?"
"Well, I seemed to have difficulty sleeping," she replied. She took a deep breath and raised her eyes to his, meeting the malicious gleam in his eyes with anger in her own.
After a moment, she brushed the handkerchief angrily against her nostrils as if willing both her eyes to stop tearing and her nose to stop running. She leaned forward and defiantly tossed the handkerchief into the bag.
"So, you had trouble falling asleep?" he asked.
"No, I could fall asleep just fine. But then I would have the most disturbing dreams."
"Nightmares?"
"No. Erotic dreams."
"And you find those disturbing?"
"Well, they were very arousing. However, I found myself constantly being brought just to the brink of orgasm and waking up just when I might have been able to come."
"My, that must have been very frustrating."
"It was."
"Are you still a virgin, Miss Harrison?"
"Yes."
"Really? One would think that after a sufficient amount of time remaining in a constant state of arousal that you would have been happy to hop onto the rounded end of a Quidditch broom-" To Snape’s infinite delight that comment coincided with a cheer obviously arising from the area of the Quidditch field.
"Or unto the nearest erect young cock. And I can tell you from my personal memories of being a seventeen-year-old wizard that the young gentlemen in your class spend an inordinate amount of their existence struggling with a condition that leaves them perpetually ready, willing and able to accommodate a female with your…..itch."
Again he chose a phrase echoing the dream from the night before.
"Yes, but I was not having dreams about ‘the young gentlemen of my class’," she retorted.
"Not even that nice Mr. Thurston who has been so attentive to you lately?"
"No, Professor Snape. You are the only man I dreamed about all week long."
Snape sat back in his chair and drew the tip of his quill feather across his top lip. "And why do you think that is, Miss Harrison?"
She took a deep breath, a blush threatening to start spreading across her cheeks. "I suppose it’s a combination of factors, really. I think your new little ‘formulation’ of Veritaserum had something in it that served to somehow connect us and link our sexual longings."
"Really, that’s an interesting theory," he murmured, moving forward to write some notes idly across the sheet in front of him.
"Of course, since I’ve been having sexual fantasies about you for the past two years, I may have been an unusually receptive subject."
Snape’s pen stopped moving across the sheet of paper and he glanced up at her in surprise. "Indeed?" For once it looked like his eyebrows were raised in true surprise.
It was Helena’s turn to look surprised. "You didn’t know that?"
He shook his head.
"Then why did you choose me?" she asked in bewilderment.
"I am the one to ask questions here, Miss Harrison." His face was neutral again, and his voice dangerously silky. He considered her for a moment and then rose and came around the front of the desk.
"I have two more questions to ask you."
She swallowed.
"The first is a purely clinical one, to test the effectiveness of my potion." He paused and looked down at her. "Do you truly find me sexually attractive?"
She nodded her head.
He sighed. "I need a verbal answer, Miss Harrison."
"Yes."
"And, now, Miss Harrison for the last question. And I advise you to think as hard and long as possible before you feel compelled to answer it. Because I am asking it for a purely selfish reason. And how you answer this question is going to affect what happens next in this room."
She nodded her head and waited.
He leaned forward and brushed the tip of the feather across the top of her lips.
Very slowly he asked. "Do you want me to fuck you right now?"
"No." she said. And walked out. And Snape performed ‘Avada Kedavra’ on himself.
Just kidding. Of course you know what she’s going to say. And what they’re going to do. Though I do warn you that it’s not going to be exactly be soft and romantic with Snape murmuring "Oh, my dear, you’re so lovely", etc. You just gotta promise me one thing. If you’re gonna read this next chapter, you also have to read the one after it. Thanks, and see you after Chapter 14.
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