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Secretly Slytherin	By : Veresna Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 12269 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 24: A Duet of Deception
"Ah," Malfoy replied. "I see that you have succeeded in ‘prying open her lips’ in more ways than one?" he purred.
For the briefest of moments, Snape detected a flicker of anger behind Malfoy’s preternaturally cold gray eyes. And he knew that it was directed at Helena rather than at himself. He forced himself, for the moment at least, to ignore the coarseness and vulgarity of the man’s words.
Severus managed to keep his expression neutral and his voice devoid of emotion as he replied. "You needn’t be worried on that score, Lucius," Snape assured him. "Despite my best efforts at coercion, bribery and intimidation, she has never confided in me that you are her father."
"And yet you seem very sure of it?" questioned the blond wizard.
Snape rose from his desk. "I am going to have some sherry, Lucius. Are you sure you do not care for some?" he asked again, as he poured some of the rich, dark wine into a glass for himself. He almost regretted that he had thrown out the sherry that Helena had mixed the Veritaserum into. It certainly would have been an interesting situation to see Lucius Malfoy under the influence of the potion. Ah, well. He turned and looked back at the other man, holding the decanter over a second glass.
Malfoy was stuffing the papers back into his briefcase. When he looked up, his smile was cold and full of false camaraderie. "Well, I would hate to see you drink alone," he replied.
Snape poured out the wine and handed it to the other man.
Malfoy took the glass, and began to raise it to his lips before he stopped himself with a short laugh. "To Helena," he suggested, making it a toast.
Snape smiled thinly and raised his own glass. "A very talented and resourceful young witch," he returned, before bringing the wine to his own lips.
They drank in silence for a moment.
Malfoy twirled the wineglass thoughtfully in his fingers, staring down into the dark liquid for a moment before crossing his legs and sitting back in his chair. "So, why were you so certain that she was mine?" he began.
Snape shrugged. "After we had become intimate, I would have had to have been a fool not to see she possessed a remarkable combination of sly intelligence and facility for deception that one seldom finds outside of Slytherin. And I am not a fool, Lucius."
"Of course not, Severus."
"Therefore, I could not believe that her father was Herbert Harrison. Nor could I ignore how similar her wand was to yours and Draco’s."
Malfoy blinked. "Unicorn hair surrounded by dragon heartstring?"
"Yes, Draco was bragging at the beginning of the school year that he had finally managed to graduate to using a wand that contained that peculiar combination. And how pleased you were at his accomplishment."
"Yes," Malfoy nodded again. "The sign of a true Malfoy, being able to command that difficult combination of light and dark magic. I was beginning to think he’d never get the hang of controlling it." He frowned slightly. "Strange, I had never thought of it before. I suppose I should have known that with Helena’s extraordinary powers that she has always managed to handle that kind of wand. And that it could be used to link her to the family. But, how did you manage a look at it?"
"She was careless enough to drop it once," he replied, laconically.
Malfoy responded with a most dubious look.
"During a strenuous bit of fucking in this chair," he added, gesturing down at the furniture in which he was seated.
Lucius laughed again, seeming to accept the explanation without need of further clarification.
"And, she seemed quite unconcerned about my Dark Mark," continued Snape.
At this, Malfoy’s eyebrows rose again.
"Oh, come now, Lucius. Did you really think I could continue bedding her without ever taking off my own clothes? Even someone who was stupid and trusting would have begun to suspect something."
"And Helena is hardly either."
"Exactly." Snape took another deep sip of wine. "Actually, I had decided that she would eventually confide her secret to me…"
"If you……probed hard and deeply enough," finished Malfoy.
Again, Snape found himself swallowing down the bile that arose in his throat at the tone and insinuation of the other wizard while talking about his own child. "Yes. But her family was in attendance for a party in her honor on Monday afternoon. And once I had met her mother there was no doubt in my mind that you were the Malfoy who had impregnated her. For, while I am not familiar with each and every scion of your illustrious family, I couldn’t imagine any other reason why a woman who could be so attractive in her own right was so obviously trying to make herself look like a poor copy of Narcissa."
Malfoy winced and shook his head. "Yes, she’s looking perfectly ghastly these days, isn’t she? I ran into her a few weeks ago in Diagon Alley. She was shopping for a new book bag for Helena. There had been an accident in Potion’s class, apparently?"
Snape nodded his head. He rather suspected that Malfoy had known about that beforehand, but felt no need to voice his doubts on the matter. "At any rate, Lucius, you may rest assured that when I relieved Helena of her virginity I hadn’t the slightest inkling that she was your daughter. And before you become too angry about that, may I remind you that you were present when our Lord made his request of me? You knew I was about to seek out a virginal Hogwarts student to debauch. You might have warned me away from her," he noted.
"Well, really, Severus, I expected you to ravage some silly little prepubescent mudblood like Granger," Malfoy countered. "Not an older and studious, pure-blooded Ravenclaw." He sighed. "Ah, well, considering what a slut her mother was, I admit I was rather astonished that Helena had managed to make it to her final year at Hogwarts still in possession of her hymen."
Snape again contented himself with shrugging his shoulders.
A disturbing notion had just sprung into his head. He wondered if Lucius had hoped to seduce her himself. Although ‘Virgin’s Blood’ was one of the most potent magical ingredients to begin with, a sample that had been obtained as the result of father/daughter incest would have been exponentially stronger. Perhaps Lucius had hoped to present it Voldemort as a special offering. It certainly could have been used to hasten Voldemort’s restoration of his powers. The image of Lucius thrusting into Helena with Voldemort leering over both of them and Pettigrew standing by with a clean cloth to capture all the droplets of blood burned into his brain. It was with some difficulty that he managed to keep his expression from betraying his thoughts.
"At any rate, Lucius, I repeat that I am gratified that you are taking such a paternal interest in her at last," said Snape.
"Why, Severus, that is quite unfair," he protested. "I have always maintained an interest in her, even from the very first. After all, when Elizabeth came to me with the news that she was pregnant, I could certainly have convinced her to get rid of it. Instead, I persuaded her to return to Harrison and tell him that it was his child. He believed her, of course. And married her."
"Something that never occurred to you, of course?" asked Snape
"What, marry that pathetic little squib?" laughed Malfoy. "Despite her supposedly ‘illustrious’ heritage, she would hardly have made a suitable wife for a Malfoy. I assure you, the only outstanding attributes Elizabeth ever had were a pair of spectacular knockers and a delightfully tight pussy. Even though she’d been screwed by half of Hogwarts," he added, grinning. "Don’t tell me you never had a ‘tumble’ with her?" he asked. "She did seem exceptionally fond of Slytherins. But, then," he amended, "You would have been just a little young even for her, wouldn’t you? At any rate, while I enjoyed renewing our ‘old school friendship’ when I ran into her that December, I certainly had no intention of jeopardizing my betrothal to Narcissa."
"I suppose Narcissa was still at Durmstrang?" Snape inquired.
"Oh, yes, in her final year," replied Malfoy. "And happily planning our wedding."
"And Harrison never questioned that Helena was his?" he asked.
Malfoy shrugged. "Apparently not. After all, he was hardly a model of abstinence. He didn’t even care if his women were witches," he sniffed contemptuously. "Considering the notoriety and frequency of his own sexual antics, I sincerely doubted that he could keep track of exactly when he and Elizabeth had last been together. Besides, Constance brought her considerable pressure to bear upon him."
"Knowing full well that you were really the father?" questioned Snape.
"Actually yes," he confessed. "I think that if Harrison would have indeed been the father, she would have demanded herself that Elizabeth get an abortion. As it stood, this way she would have a grandchild with a decidedly regal mixture of Ravenclaw and Slytherin blood, and a man stupid enough to pay the bills for it. And a daughter submissive enough to accept the situation," he concluded.
He took a moment to drain the last of his wine out of the glass. "Though I doubt that even Constance had hopes that Helena would turn out as well as she did. Quite a combination, isn’t she? She has Elizabeth’s good looks and spectacular figure and my intelligence and cunning. Makes a rather convincing argument against too much Ravenclaw inbreeding, don’t you think?"
And Slytherin/Malfoy inbreeding, if you would care to compare her to Draco, added Snape to himself.
"At any rate, I’m sure that she will be an invaluable asset to us. Especially since, with your help, she’ll be in London soon."
Severus tilted his head back and regarded the other man thoughtfully. "It sounds as if you have plans for her," he noted.
"Oh, yes, Severus, I do," he replied. "Did you know that Fergus Breverton’s wife is dying?"
Snape shook his head slowly. The man in question was not only a staunch member of the Wizarding government, but was also an influential member of the committee that oversaw all of the Wizarding Universities. And one of the few government officials who seemed to be taking the rumors of Voldemort’s return seriously.
"Yes," continued Lucius. "It appears the poor dear has only a month or two at most. So, by the time Helena gets to the city, he’ll be a grieving widower," he intoned, his voice full of false sympathy. "And if a beautiful, compassionate new Mediwitch student were to be placed near him, he might be just in the right frame of mind to begin a ‘friendship’ with her, don’t you think?"
Snape nodded his head, comprehension beginning to dawn in his eyes.
"And, just imagine what classified secrets that clever little girl of mine can wring out of him. While she’s wriggling away underneath him, of course."
Severus raised his glass to his lips and swallowed the remainder of his sherry. "You intend to use your daughter as a whore?" he inquired mildly. "Isn’t that rather a waste of her powers?"
Malfoy laughed. "Certainly not, Severus. A mere whore would be content with passing on whatever secrets she could happen to overhear. Helena will be much more inquisitive and inventive than that. I’m sure she’ll manage to convince him of her passionate and undying devotion and get him to confide things to her that he wouldn’t dream of revealing to anyone else. Before she tearfully ends the affair and moves on the next mark, of course. And I’m sure she will be very good at it."
"After all," continued the blond-haired wizard, "she’s even managed to inveigle you into an affair, hasn’t she? Professor Snape, who has heretofore steadfastly refused to even consider touching a student, has been energetically fucking one whenever and wherever he can. Even in the potion supply closet?"
Snape carefully placed his glass back down on the surface of the table. "I see that Mr. Thurston has been reporting to you very faithfully," he noted.
Again, there was a moment of silence.
"Congratulations, Severus. When did you figure that out?"
"Well, he has been watching her carefully for quite a while now. And, I was always rather surprised that he never took his concerns about her behavior to Dumbledore. Or at least Flitwick. And then when I realized that you were Helena’s father, I rather suspected that there was someone else he was reporting to."
"Well, he has been paid well to keep an eye on her for me," he admitted. "But he made the mistake of waiting until it was too late to tell me about the strange incidents in your class. By the time he sent me a note detailing his concerns, you had already presented Voldemort with the handkerchief, so I knew you had already despoiled her. And, unfortunately, his judgment of late has been severely clouded by his own juvenile attachment to her. He wanted so desperately to believe her lies that he refused to see the evidence that was there before him."
Malfoy stopped and bent down to retrieve his briefcase again. "Although," he continued, "once he saw these intriguing pictures that she had drawn, he seemed to finally realize which Slytherin she is fucking."
He passed the sheets of paper over to Snape. Severus glanced at them. He could tell immediately that they were merely magically obtained copies of the originals. They lacked some of the depth of Helena’s own drawing. And, the figures within the pictures were energetically moving, adding to the obscenity of the images.
"Yes, I noticed a change in his demeanor today," he admitted. He handed the pictures back over to Malfoy. "I assume that you have the originals safely locked away?"
"Of course," replied Lucius, with a smile. "Along with a pair of her socks that, conveniently enough, has your semen on them."
Snape looked slightly puzzled. "I would think the original handkerchief would have been proof enough if you were thinking of blackmail?" he asked.
"Yes, but unfortunately," Lucius sighed, "Voldemort needed to use it for his own purposes."
"I see," Snape said, as he watched Malfoy put the papers back in his briefcase. "I assume then that unless I stop the affair those items will somehow find their way unto the Headmaster’s desk?"
The other man glanced up in surprise and began to laugh. "Oh, of course not, Severus. That’s not my intention at all."
Malfoy stood and picked up the briefcase, placing it before him on the desk. "I see no point in shutting the barn door now. Considering the size of your prick, I am sure your association with her has left her unable to convince anyone that she is a virgin. So, she might as well continue the affair and learn as much sexual knowledge as possible. I’m sure she is eager to learn, and you are eager to teach her, aren’t you?"
Snape made no reply.
"But, you must understand that I have promised Voldemort that she will soon swear her loyalty to him. All I ask is that while you are teaching her and fucking her you are also making sure that she is prepared to join Voldemort’s service when she leaves Hogwarts. Which, if you are the loyal Death Eater you proclaim yourself to be, you will be happy to do."
Severus nodded in understanding. "And if she does not, those pictures and the socks-"
"Will find their way to Dumbledore. Or the Mediwitch admission board. Or perhaps Rita Skeeter. Or Madeye Moony. Or someone in the government." Malfoy shrugged. "There are a number of people who would be happy to see you fall from your current protected position, Severus. If Helena would happen to be hurt also, that would be unavoidable. May I suggest you convince our Lord of your continuing allegiance by complying with his wishes?"
Snape studied the top of his desk for a moment. "Won’t it be awkward for her to be attempting all these seductions with a Dark Mark upon her arm?" he asked.
Malfoy laughed. "Yes, I’m afraid that we shall have to wait until later for that particular sign of her allegiance. I’m sure Voldemort will find some other way of……testing her devotion to him."
Snape continued to stare down at the desk, his hands gripped tightly in front of him. Malfoy bent down over him.
"You know, you needn’t look so glum, Severus. You have months left to enjoy her all to herself. And you’ll be allowed to visit her even after she’s in London."
He straightened up and headed towards the door. As his hand grasped the doorknob, he turned back and said: "And, after all, she’s not a bar of soap," he grinned broadly. "I assure you she won’t wear out no matter how many men use her."
He opened the door. "Goodbye, Professor Snape."
"Goodbye, Mr. Malfoy."
The door shut quietly after him. Severus remained sitting at his desk, raising his hands up to his temples and closing his eyes as his thoughts began to race feverishly back and forth. After a moment, he arose from his desk and walked swiftly towards the wall on the opposite side of the room. He had barely managed to make his way to the toilet before the vomit began to spew out of his throat.
He remained kneeling before the toilet for a long time, even after his heaving had subsided. Finally, he arose and rinsed away the traces of acid from his mouth. He stared at the image of himself in the mirror.
He really had been under Albus’ influence for too long, he thought. His initial reaction had been fear and concern for Helena. It had taken him several minutes before he realized that perhaps it was all simply a plot to ensnare him. Perhaps Helena had only begun the affair so that she could spy on him for Lucius.
All in all, it was a good thing he already planned on giving her the potion. If he hoped to get any truth out of her, it would be best that she be in state of sexual frenzy. And, he noted grimly, he knew she would be.
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