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CHAPTER FIVE: Stand Back and Pray That You’ll Survive the Explosion
Helena had finished buttoning up the front of her robe. "Now then, Professor," she began, "Let’s see if I can manage to allow you to use all of your muscles from the neck up."
She raised her wand to his face and lightly tapped at his mouth, check, and forehead before murmuring a spell. Snape’s eyes, which had been frozen open in a most painfully uncomfortable position suddenly blinked and immediate afterwards, a string of curses began to flow out of his mouth.
"You conniving little cunt! You deceiving little bitch! How dare you do this to me!"
"Oh, come now, Professor, play nice," she prompted. Then she leaned over him and her fingers undid the rest of the buttons on his fly. "Oh, my, that looks even more painful that usual," she noted looking down at his absolutely stiff and unmoving cock. "It can’t even throb like it normally does, can it?"
Her fingertips danced lightly over it. The sound coming from his clenched lips was one of pain, not arousal.
"Now, the sooner you settle down and start answering my questions, the sooner I can remove the Petrificus charm completely." She knelt down on the floor and stared up into his eyes. "And I may even give you a nice little fuck for a reward." She smiled maliciously. "If you earn it, of course."
Snape closed his eyes. "Miss Harrison," he began, and paused.
He felt her fingertips move up to his face and brush away the strands of oily hair that had fallen over his face.
"Yes, Professor," she replied, waiting.
"I suggest that you be extremely careful about the questions you ask." Even under the influence of both spells, there was a timbre to the tone of his voice that made her wince.
"Why?"
"Because I solemnly swear to you that you might put yourself into considerable danger if you learn too much."
She nodded slowly, not totally comprehending what he was saying. But knowing that he was, of course, being absolutely truthful.
"Well, then….." She stopped and carefully considered how to phrase the question. "Tell me as much as you safely can about why you did this to me."
He licked his lips and she saw his jaws clench tightly as he prepared to answer. "I needed to obtain a sample of virgin’s blood. Blood obtained from the first act of coitus that a witch partakes in."
She nodded, her eyes watching his face intently.
He paused and took a breath. "I’m sure you are aware that it is a very potent ingredient. A highly prized and completely illegal substance to buy."
She nodded again.
Inwardly, Snape gave a small sigh of relief. ***Now, that was not strictly the reason why he had done this to her. But, on the other hand, it was an absolutely truthful statement. And Snape had tested Veritaserum on himself and others enough times to know that while it was absolutely essential to tell the truth, you still had the ability to mislead the questioner if you kept trailing off into areas that he or she had not directly asked you about. The fact that he had actually needed the blood to show to Voldemort that he had ravished a virgin was the absolute truth. But he need not state that directly as long as kept repeating merely that he had needed it. And she didn’t question him further on it. ***
"I hated your little picture of me," he growled. "If you had merely drawn me as ugly or petty, I might have forgiven you."
She raised her eyebrows mockingly.
"Or probably not," he conceded. "But to think that you truly thought of me as a frustrated, asexual freak was infuriating. And I decided that I might as well make you pay for it by seducing you. After all, I’d end up getting an ingredient that I was anxious to obtain." ***Again, it was strictly speaking true, it not completely open and honest about his reasons for needing it. ***
He was able to move his head slightly to the side, to a more comfortable position. He also found himself able to breathe easier. "Besides, you seemed fairly eager to lose your virginity and experiment with sex, considering your preoccupation with the subject. And I had wanted to test my new formulation of Veritaserum out on somebody."
Helena nodded again. "It has ‘Lover’s Weed’ in it, doesn’t it?"
He smiled and attempted to nod. His neck muscles were not quite free enough for him to accomplish that. "Yes, Miss Harrison. Very clever of you. As always."
"Well, I wasn’t able to figure that out completely until tonight," she admitted. "None of the library books in the general section contained any information on it, and even Madam Pomfrey’s books would only mention it briefly. I finally had to go through some of your books tonight-the ones that dealt with dark magic-to find it.."
She rose to her feet and went back over to the desk, picking up the book she had been reading. She scanned through it, found the page she wanted and began to read:
‘Lover’s Weed’ was discovered in the sixteenth century and was originally believed to be a simple aphrodisiac. Soon afterward, it was discovered that once a person had taken it in the presence of another person to whom they where sexually attracted, the aphrodisiac effect had a multiplying and bizarre effect. If intercourse did not occur fairly soon after ingestion of the herb, the person who had ingested the herb would find him or herself having erotic but ultimately frustrating dreams about the other person. The especially bizarre effect was that the other person would find him or herself dreaming the same dreams, in effect sharing the other person’s dreaming consciousness. Originally, it was thought that this was an almost beneficial effect, as the two lovers could partake of the drug and find themselves able to remain in psychic contact with each other even if they were far removed from each other physically. In fact, it was common for one partner to initiate the state while not partaking of the drug themselves, as they would then have more control over the dreaming-state consciousness. However, it was found that the dreams, while arousing and erotic, never allowed either partner an orgasmic release. As time went by, the dreams became more and more intense until they began to spill over into the waking hours of the people involved. The only known way to release the two people from their dreaming-state attachment was for them to engage in full penile/vaginal intercourse. In the hands of unscrupulous witches or wizards, the drug could be used surreptitiously to eventually drive a person mad. Or to blackmail a man or woman with the threat of not allowing consummation to occur, and thus keeping the person in their state of unrelenting arousal until the person had complied with their wishes.’
She slammed the book shut and placed it back on the desk. "Yep, that pretty much sums up what you did to me, doesn’t it?"
"Except for the fact, Miss Harrison, that you admitted yourself that you had been having sexual fantasies about me prior to the administration of the drug."
"Yes, but you didn’t know that. And you went on the theory that asking me uncomfortable questions regarding my love life would ensure that I felt very uneasy in your presence. And that I would misconstrue that uneasiness as sexual attraction, especially if you kept giving me such constant visual sexual prompts. Such as constantly twirling that pen around, licking that soup spoon and sucking off that piece of asparagus."
"Exactly."
"And the Ministry would really allow you to use this?"
"I assure you, Miss Harrison that even the strongest formula of Veritaserum can occasionally be thwarted if the person to whom it is administered to is clever enough and strong-willed enough not to fall into the common traps. You yourself found very soon that if I did not ask you a direct question, you could keep yourself from answering, no matter how much you were tempted. A little nudge in the direction of sexual arousal could be very effective in making sure that people are unable to maintain their composure. And tell me, Miss Harrison, if I had kept you chained up and unable to touch yourself for an entire week, do you really think you would have been able to keep your sanity for long?"
She shook her head. "But, if I used "Dreamless Sleep Potion-"
He smiled. "Yes, it will ease the condition. But, unless you intend to sleep your life away, it will not permanently solve the underlying problem of not being able to find release."
"I see." She considered the matter thoughtfully and drew near to him again. She pulled up her robe and straddled the chair, carefully seating herself so that her wet pussy pressed down against his hard cock. He again cried out in pain.
"Now, tell me, Professor. What would you really like to do right now if I release you from the spell?"
His eyes blazed angrily. "I’d like to shove my cock straight up your ass."
She laughed and moved slightly forward. He grimaced again, but kept from crying out.
"Oh, I’m awfully sorry Professor, but I’m not offering you that aperture. Yet."
She leaned forward and brushed her tongue against his lips. "Do you only want me only because you’ve taken the Veritaserum with Lover’s Weed?"
His eyes were closed. "No."
"Did you have a hard on when you were standing next to my desk today and whispering in my ear."
He swallowed. "Yes."
"Did you jerk off after class?"
"Yes!" he hissed. He opened his eyes and his fierce gaze blazed into her face.
"Do you really want to wait another month before you fuck me again?"
"No."
"Good." She smiled and raised up slightly, putting her hand down to pull his rock-hard prick into a position so that she could sit down upon it, and take him in. She did so. He moaned in pain and she could see tears forming in his eyes.
"Why did you make me do it on the desk?"
"I wanted to hurt you and let you know that you were being fucked, Miss Harrison. Not being made love to. Fucked."
"Why, Professor, that’s all I’ve ever wanted from you." She moved her hips up and almost allowed him to slide out of her. She felt him sigh in relief as the pain subsided.
She moved her hands up and undid the buttons of her robe again, throwing it to the side. She dropped back down upon his shaft. He was deathly pale.
"Finite incantatum."
He snarled and for a moment he attempted to throw her off of him and retrieve his wand. But, before he could do so his own body betrayed him and he found his hips bucking wildly up against her, fucking her as hard as he could. After a moment, he stopped trying to fight and reached out to wrap his arms around her hips, trying to pull her down unto him as tightly as he could. Her own wand clattered to the ground as she grabbed unto the back of his chair and stretched her legs out until her feet touched the ground, moving to match his frantic rhythm. Soon, they were thrusting together as hard and as fast as they could. His pelvic bone was ramming against her clitoris in this position, and in only a few minutes she gasped and screamed as her orgasm hit. He continued bucking wildly, putting up his hands to grab tightly unto her breasts and digging his teeth into the soft skin of shoulder. In another minute, she felt his cock throb and spurt within her. And after a few moments of gasping for breath he stood up, throwing her roughly to the floor.
Before she could reach for her wand, she found him straddled over her, his long, thin hands wound tightly around her neck.
"Now tell me, Miss Harrison," he whispered, his fingers leaving very little for her to breathe. "Obviously, you poured the Veritaserum into the sherry. But how did you get it?"
She looked up at him, still gasping from their strenuous coupling. "The vial I handed back to you last Friday was the empty one from the ‘Dreamless Sleep Potion’ that Madam Pomfrey had given me. I hid the unopened, full vial of the Veritaserum in my handkerchief."
He tightened his grip upon her throat and she reached up with her own hands, straining to claw at him with her fingertips. He ignored the motion and dragged her up so that his face was directly in front of hers.
"And how did you get in my office?"
"I heard you lock and unlock the doors so many times last week that I was finally able to figure out your wards."
She squeaked as his hands tightened momentarily around her small throat. After a split second, he loosened the grip, but did not release her. She kept her fingers against his hands, her fingertips still trying to pull him away.
"Wrong answer, Miss Harrison. I thought you might have, and I changed the wards on Friday night after you left."
"I used floo powder."
His eyes narrowed and she felt just his thumbs press down threateningly against her larynx for a fraction of a second. "Students can not use floo powder. The chimneys of the Common Rooms, Classrooms and Great Hall are not connected to any network."
"I used Flitwick’s fireplace. I stepped into his office just before he used it to go to the staff meeting. So, I thought I might be able to get into your office that way."
He nodded. Dumbledore had insisted that the heads of the house be able to meet each other via that route in case of an attack upon the school. Although he had never used it to transport himself, he had once used it to summon Remus Lupin into his office.
"I see," He released his hold. "I suggest you never do that again."
"I won’t," she promised, raising a hand to massage her neck where his fingers had left a mark.
He angrily buttoned up his fly and then he felt her the fingers of her hands twine into his long hair and she pulled herself against him.
"Do you want me to come here next week so we can fuck again?" she challenged.
He glanced down at her, looking at her heaving breasts and his own semen dribbling down the insides of her thighs, wetting the fabric of her stockings.
"Yes."
He threw her off and went to open up the right hand drawer of his desk. After Helena’s second "detention" he had thrown an unused bottle of Veritaserum Antidote into it. He threw open the drawer and then scowled, his hand searching furiously and futilely for the vial.
"Would you like the antidote?"
Snape looked up from the desk and stared at her incredulously.
She had the bottle of green liquid in her hand. "Come and get it."
He strode over to her and angrily grabbed the vial out of her hand. A moment later he had tossed the stopper on the floor and thrown his head back, drinking the bitter liquid in one gulp.
"Get out!" he ordered.
"No," she replied quietly.
Snape glared over at her. He stalked back over to where she was and for a moment she quavered as if she was afraid he would strike her or put his hands back around her neck.
Instead, he smiled grimly and rolled up the left sleeve of his robe. "Do you know what that is, Miss Harrison?" he asked, very quietly.
She stared down upon the faint, barely discernible Dark Mark that had been burnt into the pale skin.
"Of course I do, Professor. I’m not completely sure, but I’m fairly certain my father has one."
He stared at her. He couldn’t recall ever hearing about a "Herbert Harrison" being a Death Eater. Not that Voldemort was much for publishing the official enrollment as it were.
"You have your secrets, and I have mine," she replied. "But, I’d rather talk about how we can arrange to meet without anyone suspecting us." She turned around and picked up her robe from the floor and threw it around her shoulders.
Snape gazed at her in amazement and absentmindedly rolled his sleeve back down. After a moment, he recovered his composure enough to raise his eyebrows and reply, in a mocking tone: "Let me guess. You have an idea."
"Yes I do. But," she sighed, "I’m going to need your help."
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And Now for Something Completely Different.
THE DON’T LIE TO ME/SECRETLY SLYTHERIN PARODY
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IN THE GREAT HALL
Kathleen: "Gee, Helena, can I see that nasty pornographic picture you drew of Snape?"
Helena: "No, better not show it to you. Someone might see it and get me in trouble."
Kathleen: "So, what are you going to do with it?"
Helena: "Oh, take it into Potions Class with me."
Kathleen: (Pause) "And I’m supposed to be the dumb one."
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Snape, entering classroom, his black robes billowing and swishing (uh, maybe not swishing, wrong genre, sorry) behind him.
Snape: "Now then, how many of you students are harboring secret sexual fantasies about me? Let’s see a show of hands?"
All students in class except Helena raise their hands.
Snape: "Cool!"
Pauses.
"Which means I’m not laying a finger on a single one of you! Mwa-ha-ha-ha-haw!
Class: " Those Slytherins sure are sneaky, aren’t they?"
Snape: "All right, your homework assignment over the weekend was to write down your favorite sexual fantasy of me. Please hand them in now."
All students except Helena hand in a sheet of paper.
Snape: "What about you, Miss Harrison?"
Helena: "Uh, Sirius Black transfigured into a dog and ate mine, Sir. But I do have a dirty picture of you that I drew. Want to see it?"
Snape: "Oh, very well, I’m sure it’s very well drawn and complimentary to me."
Snape looks at the picture.
Snape: "ARGH!!!!!!!"
Helena (hopefully): "Does this mean I’m screwed?"
Snape: "Not yet. But soon."
Helena; "Oh, goody, goody, goody!
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Snape: "I have good news and bad news."
Helena: "Okay."
Snape: "First of all, I’m going to torture you all week long with sick, twisted, sadistic, sexual fantasies. Mwa-ha-ha-ha-haw!"
Helena: "What’s the bad news?"
Snape: (Pauses) "I think I’m in deep shit."
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Angelique: "So, what did Snape make you do during your detention?"
Helena: "He made me drink truth serum.
Angelique: "No!"
Helena: "And then he asked me sexually suggestive questions."
Angelique: "No!"
Helena: "And told me to come back Friday so he can deflower me."
Angelique: "Hmmmm. Think we have time to make up a Polyjuice Portion so I can go to that one?
Helena: "No!"
Angelique: "Damn, some people get all the good detentions!"
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Snape: "Now lay down on the desk so that I can purposely humiliate you."
Helena: "Give me one good reason why I should."
Snape: "Uh…"
Veresna Ussep: "Okay, if you won’t do it, we’ll have to try to find someone else. Hmmm, but I’d need to find another super-brainy female Hogwarts student, whose name begins with "H" who’s just dying to have an affair with Snape. Gosh, wonder if we could find anyone?"
Helena: "So, you want me facing up or down?"
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Snape: "All right, I’ve put you through two humiliating question and answer sessions, I’ve disturbed your sleep with dirty dreams, and I’ve just relieved you of your virginity and then told you to get the hell out of my sight. What do you think about that?"
Helena: (Sighs). "Well, would you mind being a little rougher next time?"
Snape: (Pauses). "I know I’m in deep shit."
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STAFF MEETING:
Dumbledore: "Would everyone who’s having an illicit affair with a student please raise their hands?"
All the teachers except Snape raise their hand.
Snape: "Suckers! Mwa-ha-ha-ha-haw!!"
Rest of teachers: "Those Slytherins sure are sneaky, aren’t they?"
Dumbledore: "Severus, can I ask you a question?"
Snape: "Of course, Albus."
Dumbledore: "Do you think if I dyed my hair black and let it get all oily and greasy that I could get laid too?"
Snape: "Nah."
Dumbledore: "Damn!"
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BACK TO SNAPE’S OFFICE:
---SLAM---
Helena: "Hi, honey, have a bad day at work?"
Snape: "No, I had a horrible day, a worse night, and now I’m mad as hell and suspicious with you for showing up here. And I want you to-"
Helena: "Show you my kinky lingerie?"
Snape: "Huff, huff, puff……...Yeah."
Helena; "Here, roll your tongue back into your mouth. There. Want a glass of wine?
Snape: "Sure. Hey, this is really good! What vintage is this?"
Helena: "Veritaserum ’95."
Snape: "Really? Well, it’s quite………..Hey!!!"
Helena: "Ever notice that when all your blood’s in your balls that there’s none left for your brains?
Snape: (Pauses.) "The shit is gettin’ deeper every minute."
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Snape: "Since you refuse to be intimidated, I have no choice but to show you………..…THIS!!! MWA-HA-HA-HA-HAW!!!!!
Helena: (No reaction)
Snape: "This means I’m a ……………..DEATH EATER!!!!!!!!! MWA-HA-HA-HA-HAW!"
Helena: "Well, big duh!"
Snape: "MWA-Ha-aaaa, ah, uh." (Pauses.) Listen, lady, Voldemort himself burnt this permanently into my skin!"
Helena: "Yeah, my dad said I could get one too. Except I want mine on my BUTT!"
Snape: (Pauses for a long time.) "This is seriously the deepest shit that I have ever been in."
Helena: "MWA-HA-HA-HA-HAW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
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