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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 14: ONE SECRET REVEALED AND MORE SECRETS KEPT
By the time Helena emerged from the bathroom, the surface of the desktop had been transformed. The cushion had disappeared and that every trace of her palm or fingerprints had been carefully wiped off of the gleaming surface. She could not help but notice that the desktop was again cluttered with the items she had noted were missing before. That dispelled any remaining doubt she might have had that each step in his seduction had been carefully planned. Apparently, the desktop was no longer required to double as a makeshift bed, and had been restored to its former prosaic and utilitarian purpose.
Snape was sitting at his chair and in front of him, on the polished surface of the desktop, stood her sketchbook and two vials. One of the vials held a liquid in the same bright, vivid green as she had seen before. The liquid in the other vial was a dark, dull blue.
He gestured at her to sit down, and she once again sank into the chair opposite him.
"As you are still under the influence of the Veritaserum, I want to be absolutely sure of some points," he began coolly. He leaned forward and clasped his hands together, fixing her with a fierce glare. "You are never to speak a word of what happened here today to anyone. Do you understand?"
"Yes," she replied.
He studied her intently. "Even if you were asked a direct question about it by Headmaster Dumbledore?"
She shook her head. "I would lie through my teeth," she assured him. Suddenly, a mischievous smile appeared on her lips. "Unless, of course, I were under the influence of Veritaserum and was unable to help myself."
He was rather taken aback by her composure. "I assure you that someone as honorable as our headmaster is would never consider using that potion on a student," was his bland response.
She shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly. "Then, it would appear that you, who of course are not as honorable, has nothing to worry about."
He leaned back in his chair and glared at her, a vague doubt beginning to gnaw at him that something was amiss. But, he wasn’t sure what it was. Yet.
Scowling, he continued, "I can not remove the account of these detentions from your school record," he warned.
Helena nodded thoughtfully.
"However, they will be noted as simply a punishment for your unfortunate disaster the other day. And also," he hesitated and took care to drip sarcasm with each of his next words "as a mark of my concern that one of my better students was starting off the year so poorly."
She looked at him questioningly.
"You are one of the brightest students it has been my fortune to teach, Miss Harrison," he admitted offhandedly. "If you are intent upon a University education, I will be quite willing to assist you with a personal letter of recommendation. And support Madam Pomfrey’s and the others in their campaign to help you gain direct admission into the Mediwitch program. Provided that you put your ‘nose to the grindstone’ as they say and live up to your full potential in Advanced Potions for the rest of year."
"And out of class?"
He raised his eyebrows and leaned back in his chair, regarding her with curiosity. "Do you want to have sex with me again?"
"Yes."
He drummed his fingers against the gleaming desktop. "I suppose," he drawled, "if you promise to be quite discreet that I can continue your initiation into the joys of the flesh. It wouldn’t be wise to try and continue to disguise them as more detentions, however."
"Obviously not," she agreed.
He considered the problem thoughtfully for a moment. "I think it would be best to wait until a Hogsmeade weekend. It will provide the necessary diversion so that our movements will not be noted. At the last moment you will find some excuse for staying behind?"
"Yes," she agreed. Her eyes suddenly clouded over. "But the first Hogsmeade weekend isn’t until next month."
He smiled maliciously. "You waited eighteen years before your ‘first time’, Miss Harrison," he noted. "Don’t tell me a month will be long compared to that. May I recommend a regimen of masturbation and cold showers until then?" He shrugged indifferently. "Or find another lover."
She held her head high and glared at him. "And will you be considerate enough next time to use a bed?"
"My, you are becoming a greedy little slut," he chided. He studied her again. "Very well." He smirked at her. "IF you get full marks on each test, paper and potion in class from now until then."
"Oh, I will," she replied. She stood up and walked over to where he sat. "And did I earn my reward today?" she asked quietly.
"Reward?" he echoed, blankly, looking up at her in surprise.
"A kiss," she reminded him.
"Ah." He regarded her silently for a moment. Then he rose to his feet and bent his face towards her, cradling her soft, innocent face in his large hands. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth voraciously as their lips met, and he felt her body melt into his. She leaned towards him, her mouth sucking and nipping at his lips eagerly. He allowed her to lead for a moment, and then tightened the grip of his hands upon her face. He forced her own mouth further open and thrust his tongue deeply into her. She circled her hands around his strong back and sucked hungrily. After a moment, he felt her hands drop down and begin to claw at his robes, as if seeking a way to find his bare flesh underneath.
He broke off the kiss. "No," he hissed, uncomfortably aware of the fact that she had succeeded in arousing him again. "You have to leave now." He gestured towards the outside wall. "The Quidditch match is over and everyone will be returning to the school and going for dinner. We can not afford to arouse anyone’s suspicions by remaining here any longer," he warned.
He looked down at her. Her lips were wet from his mouth and her hands still clutched at his clothes. Reluctantly, she nodded and released her hold on him.
He turned back towards the desk and picked up the vial containing the blue liquid.
"Drink this," he ordered and he handed it to her.
"What is it?"
"A contraceptive potion," he explained irritably, smoothing the folds of his robe in front of him in a vain attempt to hide the evidence of his new erection. "By the way, its protective effects will last up to seven days. Just in case your newfound carnality continues to overwhelm you and you decide to allow Mr. Thurston or another of your classmates to hump you," he added coarsely.
"I won’t," she replied calmly as she removed the top of the vial and brought it to her lips. She gulped it down, grimacing mildly at its bitter taste. She handed the empty vial back to him.
He seated himself back in his chair and jerked his head towards the other vial. "And the Veritaserum Antidote, of course."
"Oh, I don’t think I’ll need that," she remarked casually.
"Indeed?" he challenged. "And what if one of your roommates asks what happened to you during detention?"
She laughed, and then a split second later she placed her hands on her hips and gave an exaggerated sigh. "Oh, gosh Ang, it was horrible!" she cried, as if bewailing her fate to her unseen roommate. "He made me brew this really disgusting, smelly potion and then he made me skin two dozen baby bats. Eeew! That took me over an hour. And then, that greasy git forced me to polish the top of his desk." She looked over at him and grinned wickedly. "Well, I guess the last part is rather true, isn’t it? But, I better not mention the fact that I did it with my bum while you were shagging me."
He stared at her, nonplused for a moment.
"Oh, come now, Professor, haven’t you guessed by now?" She leaned forward and whispered in a conspiratorial tone, "I didn’t take the Veritaserum this time."
"What!"
"Remember when Filch interrupted us?" she reminded him. "I took advantage of the distraction and threw the potion into my handkerchief while you were dealing with him. And when you looked back at me-" she shrugged nonchalantly, "I had my hand wrapped around so much, you couldn’t see that it wasn’t there."
He stared at her wordlessly, his mind obviously working feverishly on the implications of her confession. He struggled to remember the details of what he had seen. Although he had seen her put the bottle to her lips, he hadn’t really seen the liquid, had he? And she had quickly afterward shoved that handkerchief into the backpack so he couldn’t see that it was suspiciously wet.
"Obviously, I’m telling the truth," she laughed. "If I HAD taken the Veritaserum, I could hardly lie to you that I hadn’t taken it, could I?"
He nodded in agreement, still stunned by the revelation.
She reached over to pick her sketchbook off of the desk and bent down to pick up her knapsack.
"Thanks so much for returning this. Some time, you must look at the pictures I’ve drawn this week. Lovely ones, they are. Thought I might as well preserve some of the images of those incredible dreams I’ve been having lately." She paused, nodding her head thoughtfully. "And they are much more complimentary to you than that first one. Though, still not quite ‘the proper proportion’ considering your ample measurements. I definitely will have to redraw parts of them." She threw the pad into it and zipped up the bag. Raising the knapsack up onto her shoulders she turned back to face him.
"Are you going to open the door for me?"
He blinked and roused himself from the stupor that had fallen upon him. Pushing his chair away from the desk, he arose and silently walked over to the door. Taking his wand from out of a pocket of his robe, he pointed it at the door and murmured an incantation, releasing the sealing spells
.
He looked down at her, a mixture of anger and admiration in his features. "Perhaps I have underestimated you, Miss Harrison," he admitted slowly.
"Perhaps you have, Professor." She opened the door. "See you in class."
Snape watched her until she had turned the first corner of the dark hallway and then he closed the door and walked slowly back to his desk chair. Sitting down, he took the vial of Veritaserum Antidote into his hand and gazed at it absentmindedly for a moment. Then he opened the right hand drawer of his desk and tossed the vial into it.
Well, she had surprised him. Again. He had always known that she was intelligent, of course. But, he hadn’t realized until a few days ago just how crafty she could be.
He was beginning to wonder why the Sorting Hat had placed her into Ravenclaw instead of Slytherin. She certainly had a streak of deviousness and facility for duplicity that belied her tranquil façade.
He chuckled ruefully to himself. He would never have dreamt that the shy, demure little Miss Harrison was capable of drawing such fiendishly twisted sketches. Or that beneath her cool exterior she had lusted so hungrily for him. Much less that his own body would have responded so rapidly to the hint of her hidden eroticism that his special formulation of Veritaserum had unleashed. Though, of course, he hadn’t quite realized what a delightful little body she had until the past week.
To be sure, until this past week he had studiously avoided considering what kind of bodies any of his students had.
He thrust a hand into one of the pockets of his cloak and drew out his large, white handkerchief. He had used it to wipe himself clean while the girl was in the bathroom. He stared at the spots and stains upon it, a mixture of his own semen and her cum and blood. Virgin’s blood. Irrefutable proof that he had completed the task that Voldemort had assigned him to once again prove his loyalty to the Dark Lord.
He could still hear the cold, sibilant hiss of the wizard’s voice in his ear. "I’m worried about you, Severus. You never seem to join in our revels anymore. I’m beginning to doubt the sincerity of your allegiance."
He had been kneeling at Voldemort’s feet. "What must I do prove myself this time, Master?"
Voldemort had laughed. "Oh, something rather pleasant," he assured him. Then he had bent down and whispered in his ear. "Ravish a virgin for me."
Snape had kept his head carefully bowed, his expression servile.
"One of your own students, I think."
He had nodded slowly.
"And bring me the proof."
He stared back down at the handkerchief for a moment, and then used his left hand to remove a small leather bag from out of another of his pockets. He thrust the cloth into the bag, tied the strings carefully and thrust it back into its hiding place. Best to keep it handy so that he could show it to Voldemort the next time he was summoned to his presence.
He leaned forward unto the desk, his chin resting on his thumbs and his hands templed in front of his face.
He had returned from the meeting anxious and angry, unable to confide even to Dumbledore what his so-called Master now demanded of him. He had considered several scenarios, finally deciding that if all else failed, he would have to resort to abduction, and an ‘Obliviate’ spell if necessary.
But Helena had provided a much more intriguing and satisfactory solution. And a chance to try out his theory regarding the addition of a trace of "Lover’s Weed’ to Veritaserum.
He sighed. He was beginning to think that it was a shame that he had told her they couldn’t tryst until next month. Perhaps…..perhaps he could relent and agree to meet with her earlier.
Angrily, he shook his head, and snorted in disgust. That girl had already made a fool of him too many times already. Best that she not know just how anxious he was to bed her again.
He shifted uneasily in his chair and frowned. The traces of his last erection were still painfully evident. He rather suspected that he would be following his own recommended regimen of self-gratification and cold showers for the next few weeks.
*****
As for Helena, she had heard the door closing quietly behind her and had forced herself to walk slowly and confidently down the hall. Although she was able to stifle the laughter that threatened to bubble out of her throat, she had not been able to completely restrain the happy grin that had widened across her face as she strode down the hallway.
After emerging from the dark corridors of the dungeons, she ran the rest of the way to her room. Immensely relieved to see that her roommates had not yet returned, she threw her knapsack unto her bed as soon she could shrug it off of her shoulders. She hurriedly unzipped it and thrust a hand in, anxiously searching for her own discarded handkerchief. Her fingers touched the soft linen and she gripped it eagerly and lifted it out of the knapsack. Carefully, she untwisted the fabric and removed something that had been hidden within its folds.
The glass of the vial seemed to sparkle as she turned it back and forth in her hands.
She grinned happily and whispered out loud, "Well, I told you that I threw the potion into my handkerchief, didn’t I? Oh-you thought that meant I poured it out? Tsk, tsk, Professor. I wouldn’t dream of wasting a single drop of this wonderful little elixir."
She removed the stopper and sniffed. Yes, it was just as odorless and tasteless as Veritaserum was supposed to be. But he had added something to it. Some ingredient that allowed it to retain its effectiveness as a Truth Serum while also transforming it into a Lust Potion. Not an exceptionally strong one, she granted. But apparently quite potent enough if the individual ingesting it was already sexually attracted to the person administering it. And vice versa. That much she had been able to figure out from her research last night in Madam Pomfrey’s medical library. And the response of her own body over the past five days.
She laughed softly. She doubted that Snape would find any reason to closely examine the empty vial she had handed back to him. She hoped not. Though she had carefully rinsed it out, but there might be just a trace of Dreamless Sleep Potion left in it. She wondered if she would have gotten away with switching the vials right under Snape’s considerably large nose if Filch hadn’t helped her out by providing a welcome distraction.
Well, luckily, that was merely a rhetorical question at this point, she mused as she carefully placed the bottle in the drawer of her bedside table. A more interesting question was…..
When and how was she going to get a chance to administer the potion to him?
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The story continues: "Secretly Slytherin"
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