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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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In his next sixth-year Defense Against the Dark Arts class, he spends some time trading looks with Lavender Brown. Apparently the seed he’d planted had found at least somewhat fertile ground, by the way she was blushing when she looked away. When the class all have their heads bowed over their homework, he walks around as usual, praising his House students and criticizing the Gryffindor students as he reviews their papers over their shoulders.
When he gets to Lavender’s desk, he leans down very close, inspecting her work; and he can hear her breathing faster. He says, very close in her ear, “I see you are doing better today, Miss Brown.” He reaches over her, his arm against hers as he puts his finger on a line of her homework, saying, “That line should be, the male chimaera first subdues the female completely before mating with her.” He then straightens up and walks on, as she is clearly flustered by his presence, actions and even his unexpected assistance.

Later that week, Parkinson shows up with a somewhat guilty but pleasurably expectant look on her face. He doesn’t bother to ask her what she’s done, he just reads it from her mind; he knows she’s expecting (and inwardly hoping for) some punishment from him, for something she’s done.
He sees from her mind that she had been teasing a third-year male student. She’d been wearing white shirts with no bra, or unbuttoned to show quite a bit of cleavage, in the common room at night. And making sure she always sat near enough for him to get a good look; taking advantage of a thirteen-year-old’s natural hormone surge to give him inconvenient erections as often as possible.
But that wasn’t the worst of it; finding herself alone in the common room with him late last night (because he hadn’t had his school robes on and didn’t want to walk through the common room to his dorm with a huge boner), she’d approached him and stood over him, her legs on either side of his. She had unbuttoned her shirt the rest of the way slowly, and then leaned over until one breast was brushing his lips, telling him to suck on her nipple. When he’d tentatively taken it in his mouth, she’d taken his hand and pulled it under her skirt (she wasn’t wearing any panties either), and had let him explore her wetness. She’d then pulled away the cushion he’d had over his lap and began to stroke him through his pants, and he’d come quickly; and as the wetness had soaked into the front of his trousers she’d smiled at him, intimating that she’d give him more later.
Snape sighs as he withdraws from her mind and says, “Parkinson – I told you, leave the younger ones alone. I find it difficult to believe that you can’t find enough horny sixteen-year-olds or above at this school to satisfy even your appetites, especially since you’re not terribly particular about gender either. The younger ones…down that road lies nothing but trouble, and besides that, I am not having my House turning out any pussy-whipped boys, they will be men by the time they leave here. Leave and come back in two hours, while I think of a suitable punishment that will get the message through to you. And send the boy to me, right now.”
When the boy arrives, he’s naturally scared, and Snape tells him to sit down, he’s not in trouble. He tells him that while Parkinson will still be his House Prefect and he will still have to obey her, sex is not going to be part of that obedience and he is to stay away from her even if he wants more.
The boy is highly embarrassed and even looks a little rebellious, and Snape fixes him with a stare and says, “A man is in control, only a boy takes what’s offered to him and begs for more. And trust me, boy, she’ll make you beg if you continue. She’s just playing with you; I know that any pussy you can get right now is going to look damn good to you, but trust me that it’s not worth sacrificing your manhood for. Have some pride and be the man you’re going to be, not the boy you are now. You are the one who decides when, where and how you’re going to use your cock; a woman doesn’t get to decide that for you unless you allow her to. Do you understand?”
The boy sits up a little straighter and nods, and he dismisses him. Going over to the fireplace, he picks up a pinch of Floo powder and says, “Knockturn Alley” as he steps into the flames. He has always appreciated that his ‘cover’ requires Dumbledore to keep his fireplace on the network (though only usable by him personally), and also means that his comings and goings are completely unremarkable.
He arrives in Borgin and Burkes, and nods to the proprietor as he dusts himself off and walks into the alley. He walks up to a third-floor apartment, and raps at the door. It is answered by a pretty young prostitute named Sylvia; she had the misfortune to be bitten by Fenrir in her last year at Hogwarts, and he’s helped her since then with Wolfsbane potions. She has found a clientele who will pay quite well to be with her while peacefully transformed under the Wolfsbane; which, given her other options (much like Lupin, nobody wants to hire her) at least have allowed her to make a living and to not have to take clients more often than that.
He tells her what he wants her to do and she agrees somewhat reluctantly; he also tells her he’ll give her double her usual fee. She says it’s not necessary to pay her at all, the potions are enough; but he pulls out a pouch full of Galleons and sets it on her sideboard, saying, “Trust me, Sylvia – as far as I’m concerned you’ll have earned every Knut of it if you play your part well enough.”
She travels by Floo back with him to his rooms at Hogwarts, and he takes her into his bedroom (that adjoins his office) and coaches her on what she’s going to do and say, and even how she’s going to say it. Once he’s satisfied that she’s got it, he casts an illusion spell on her that makes him smile in satisfaction; it’s perfect in every detail, and he’s going to enjoy this for more than one reason. He gives her a key phrase that will be her cue to emerge from the bedroom, and tells her to feel free to relax, it’ll be at least another half-hour or so.
Next, he goes to find Filch; relieved that he’s in his office and not out roaming the halls. He tells Filch to come to his office at ten past the hour, and bring a cat o’ nine tails with him. Snape never keeps any paraphernalia of that sort in his rooms, lest anyone snoop; but he knows Filch has confiscated and kept so many odd things from students over the years that nobody would even remark on him having anything like that.
Filch looks at him hopefully and says, “Is it Potter?” Snape knows that Filch’s preference is actually for boys (though he’ll take whatever he can get, whenever he can get it), and he’s been hoping for years that Snape would have some reason to exact his particular brand of discipline on Potter especially. A hope that will always be disappointed; even if Snape ever dared to do anything of that nature to Potter and had any reason to believe he could actually get away with it if he did, the thought isn’t even remotely arousing to him. Filch will just have to be satisfied with his fantasies, it’s never going to happen.
Snape shakes his head and says, “No, Pansy Parkinson. She needs to be taught a lesson and taken down a few notches in the process, Argus.”
Filch is disappointed, but he says, “Aye, hoity-toity, that one, innit she? Bet she’ll look at me diff’rent in the halls after this, eh?” Snape replies, “Perhaps” (thinking to himself, ‘not likely’), and goes on to tell him about Sylvia and the role she’s going to play so that Filch isn’t shocked when she appears. Snape then leaves and goes back to his office to await Parkinson’s return.

When Parkinson comes in, she’s still looking somewhat expectantly at him, and he stands close to her and tells her in a low voice, “I don’t think this is going to be quite as pleasurable for you as you’re thinking it will. You think you know me, but I know you better, even without needing to invade your thoughts. You fancy yourself my partner, but you don’t have what it takes to be my partner. You think you know what turns me on, but you haven’t even scratched the surface of it yet. And you will not ignore my instructions again, are we clear on that?” He waits as she begins to lose a bit of her confidence, and then looks down and nods.
He says, “Disrobe, and lay across the desk.” She complies, putting herself into the same position as the girl they punished, and he casually casts the spell to summon the ropes to bind her the same way. The door into his office is behind her, and the door to his bedroom is off to the right in front of her. He steps around the desk in front of her and slowly takes off his coat and shirt, and she begins to regain her confidence when she sees he is already aroused. He looks up as she hears someone else enter the room, and he looks down at her with cold eyes as he says, “Ah, Mr. Filch. I shall require your assistance with a particularly difficult detention this evening.”
She squirms and looks at him in horror as Filch replies, “No problem, Professor…at least one of you still believes in the old ways.” The thought that she is spread out in front of that filthy, ignorant Squib, who is probably creaming himself looking at her pussy…she narrows her eyes at Snape and he just looks back at her, coldly. He says to Filch, “I think 10 lashes, to start…”
She yelps as Filch hits her bare bottom with the cat o’ nine tails; and Snape moves towards her, pulling her head into his crotch to muffle her voice (not that anyone is likely to hear her even if he didn’t). He’s still wearing his trousers but she can smell his musky male scent through them, and she breathes it in deeply; thinking that if this is what he considers a real punishment, he doesn’t know her as well as he just claimed he did. Her yelps turn to moans as she rubs her face against his erection, the pain turning into pleasure and the fact that Filch is getting a free look at her pussy becoming less relevant.
After she’s had her 10 licks, there is silence for a moment – Snape hasn’t moved so she can’t see anything except the black of his trousers. She jumps as she feels Filch run a finger up her slit, and he says, “She liked that, Professor – all wet, she is.” Snape steps back and looks down at her again, and says, “I expect that she did, Argus. And I expect that you did as well. Come over here, let’s give her a good look at what she’s about to be getting next…”
Filch takes off his waistcoat and shirt and then comes around to Snape’s side of the desk, rubbing his crotch in anticipation. Pansy is disgusted, but she still thinks Snape won’t want Filch defiling her too much, after all he’s going to want to take his own pleasure at some point, and she can’t see him being willing to put his cock anywhere that Filch’s has just been. Filch stops in front of her and she can only watch as he takes off his trousers and boxers, freeing the ugliest cock she has ever seen. It’s deeply veined and with a bulbous purple head; not very long, but very thick. She swallows reflexively as he moves it closer to her, rubbing the head of it across her lips. She feels a bit of bile rising in her throat, as Snape purrs silkily, “Why don’t you show her what your wand can do, Argus?”
At that moment there is an interruption, a female voice coming from Snape’s bedroom, saying “Severus? Are you coming back to bed? Oh, sorry, didn’t know you had company…” as a female figure appears in the doorway.
Pansy’s mouth flops wide open as she sees who is standing there, and she cannot believe her own eyes. Hermione Granger? In Snape’s bedroom? Calling him by his first name, when even she isn’t allowed to do that?
Snape actually smiles at her and says, “Why don’t you join us, Hermione? Argus was about to enjoy Miss Parkinson, and I think you’d probably enjoy watching it as well.” Pansy flushes a deep crimson, she cannot bear the thought of Hermione Granger, of all people, witnessing this; and the thought that Hermione is intimate enough with Snape to be in his bedroom (which she’s never even seen, herself) and to call him by his first name is even more intolerable. Snape wasn’t wrong when he said that she had secret ambitions that revolved around him; she didn’t realize how well he knew what would get to her, when she really hadn’t fully admitted it even to herself yet.
Hermione/Sylvia comes over to them and says brightly, “Oh, Mr. Filch – I have a potion that I was just using on Severus, something we came up with together. It will make you last for a couple of hours and come more often, and it will also make you very fertile; maybe you and Miss Parkinson can have a few children!” She pulls a small flask out of the pocket of her robes and decants a few drops onto Filch’s penis, and tells him to rub it in good, which he does.
Snape is gratified to see the terror on Parkinson’s face; the potion does in fact have the first two effects, it’ll make Filch stay hard for a couple of hours and ejaculate more frequently also. However, it has the opposite effect on fertility, it’s actually a contraceptive; but he wants Parkinson to have another reason to shudder every time Filch pumps his seed into her tonight.
Filch moves back around behind her and pushes his cock into her pussy; she closes her eyes and tries not to think about having him fucking her and is at least glad that she can’t see it. When she opens her eyes, she sees Hermione smiling up at Snape, caressing the bulge in his trousers and saying, “I see it’s still working well on you, Severus.” She wonders if the world is coming to an end when he smiles back at her as she disrobes and goes to her knees in front of him, unbuttoning his trousers.
She takes him into her mouth, licking and sucking him with obvious pleasure; and Pansy begins to cry, watching her greatest rival enjoying the man she had not even fully realized that she had begun to think of as hers, while Filch arches his back and pumps his hot come deeply into her pussy.
For his part, Snape is enjoying this tremendously; Sylvia is playing her part so well that even knowing who she really is, it’s not hard for him to imagine that it is in fact Hermione going down on him so willingly. That is actually what he most wants; oh, not Hermione specifically, her know-it-all attitude would get on his nerves quickly. And while punishing her for it would be enjoyable, still, a good servant shouldn’t need to be punished constantly. But, someone of her basic level of intelligence, independence and purity, who will become his servant willingly and will turn to the pursuit of the Dark Arts along with him; that’s what he’s never had and would most like to have.
Having the subservience of girls who fear him, or want something from him, or who are too stupid or hormonally driven to be a challenge to him is okay; but the ultimate pleasure would be to have the subservience of a woman who is by her very nature not the least bit subservient, or afraid, or needy. He could probably break one to it given enough time, but it would turn him on significantly more to have one come to him willingly, to completely and voluntarily take him for her Master.
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