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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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Christmas approaches, and Lucius demands that Draco invite Parkinson for the holiday break. Draco knows his father and knows why he wants her there, and is resistant; but finally extends the invitation. Meanwhile, things have been progressing very well for Snape with Lavender Brown; and just a few weeks prior to the holiday break, she comes to his office late at night, saying she needs help with her Defense Against the Dark Arts homework.
He reads her quickly and the quick impression that he gets stops him; if she’s a virgin, she might be the best candidate he’s ever found. He’s almost afraid to tamper with her mind in any way; if the quick flash that he got from her is true, the Dark Lord won’t want her mind tampered with. What he thinks he saw was that a portion of Lavender’s attraction to him is based on a perception of his power and dominance; and if that’s true, she could be very susceptible to the Dark Lord. She could be exactly what he’s been looking for.
Snape decides to risk it; he can always use a modified Obliviate on her to erase just this encounter if he has to. He asks her point-blank if she ever slept with Ron Weasley. She blushes and says no, and he asks if she’s ever slept with anyone. She says no again, and this time looks coyly at him and says she’s played around some, but has been waiting for a real man to go all the way with. Someone like him.
He gives her an intense look and says, “Come with me.” He doesn’t dare take her out through the grounds, too many people might see them; he’ll have to risk the Floo network. He first takes her into Borgin and Burkes, signaling her to be quiet; and then Apparates with her from inside the closed shop to a deserted hilltop.
Once there, he looks steadily at her, and asks her whether she’d like to meet the greatest and most feared living wizard in the world. She is frightened, but he takes her face in his hands to force her to look him in the eye and says, “Miss Brown; I believe you may have a unique opportunity, here. Have a bit of courage. You say you’re waiting for a real man; this is someone who transcends even me. Someone who is as far beyond me, as I am beyond Ron Weasley. Power you cannot even begin to imagine. I think you should meet him.”
Hesitantly, she nods; and he rolls up his sleeve and presses his finger into his Mark.
Voldemort arrives and says, “Severus…what is it?” He looks at the girl before Snape can answer, and his eyes widen as he senses more fully what Severus had, in her. She is pure (and pure-blood as well), and untouched; but has a hidden desire for recognition, fame and power that he believes can be turned to the Dark in time. She’s constantly been aware that she’s not the most beautiful of her year, nor the brightest, and she’s been especially frustrated by being forever in Hermione’s shadow.
Voldemort looks at Snape and nods, communicating that she’s perfect and he is quite pleased that Severus summoned him.
Lavender is terrified of Voldemort’s appearance, but when he speaks to her she can’t help but be completely surprised and for a moment even forgets to be afraid. His voice is soft and caressing as he says, “My dear girl; how has such a beautiful creature as yourself escaped the world’s notice? Might I know your name?”
“L-Lavender Brown.”
“Ah, a fair name to go with such a fair face. But I am remiss, please…let us be at our ease.”
Voldemort conjures a lush curtained pavilion out of thin air, something that might have come from the Muggle Arabian Nights stories. He stretches out casually on a pile of cushions and invites her to sit as well, which she does; Snape remains outside the pavilion, on alert. Lavender cannot wrap her mind around this meeting; she wonders if she is having a particularly vivid and extremely bizarre dream.
“Yes, Miss Brown – I expect that it must be difficult, to be in the same year with the famous Harry Potter and his friends. Had you been born earlier or later, I suspect we’d have been seeing your picture in the Daily Prophet, rather than theirs. I really am surprised that Madame Malkin hasn’t been after you to model robes for her, or has she and you just declined?”
Lavender actually blushes at this, she’s never had anyone compliment her so outrageously, nor immediately understand how frustrating it is that nobody ever notices you because of who else is in your House and your year.
“Tell me, what is your favorite subject at Hogwarts?”
“Er, Divination…”
“Ah yes, a noble art, Divination. Have you studied Palmistry yet? I used to fancy myself somewhat accomplished at it. May I see your palm, Miss Brown?”
Hesitantly, she holds out her hand and he takes it gently in his own; running one of his long fingernails up one of the lines and sending a pleasurable shiver through her. He looks into her eyes and says, “I see that you have a long and deep Life line, Miss Brown.” He traces a line across her palm and again makes her shiver as he says, “And a very deep Heart line as well, though rather broken in places. This says to me that you have been involved with a few fools, who were completely blind to your real value and worth. Their loss, my dear Lavender.”
She feels a flush of heat all over as he looks into her eyes, and she looks back into his. The fact that his pupils are slitted like a cat’s is starting to be less startling to her, as is his lack of a nose. The power that emanates from him even in a completely relaxed pose is unmistakable, and the desire he’s feeling for her is also almost tangible, almost something she can feel enveloping her like densely humid air on a still night. His body is as always completely under his control, so he is not showing her any actual evidence of his desire; it’s just something she can feel. And it is a very heady draught; here she is with the most feared wizard in the world, and he’s basically courting her like she’s the most desirable woman he’s ever encountered.
Still holding her hand, he bends down and touches his lips to her palm, sending electricity through her body. He says, “I’m sure Severus needs to get you back before either of you are missed. But I hope you will allow me to talk with you again, and soon. Severus can bring you. I am quite grateful to him for bringing you to meet me, Miss Brown. You really are a very lovely creature.”
He gets up with a graceful, fluid motion and extends his hand to draw her to her feet; and when she stands up, for a moment she is standing quite close to him, looking up at him. He looks very possessively at her and for a moment she thinks he is going to kiss her; and she’s not sure whether she’s aroused or horrified by the thought, probably somewhat equal parts of both.
But, he just puts his arm around her waist and steers her outside, dismissing the pavilion as he says, “Severus, please make sure she gets home safely. It would pain me to think of anything happening to her.” Snape nods and extends his arm to her, Apparating back into Borgin and Burkes and going by Floo from there back to his office.
Snape knows that Voldemort is counting on him to help set the hook, so he asks, “So, what did you think of the Dark Lord, Miss Brown?”
Lavender looks at him and finally says, “He wasn’t anything like I expected.”
Snape replies, “He generally is a bit different than how he is most often portrayed. But - you obviously made quite an impression on him yourself. I’ve seen women throw themselves at his feet and never get so much as a look from him. You have no idea how many women would be extremely jealous of you, would have killed for even a tiny bit of the attention he paid to you, tonight.”
This makes her flush again, and hits her in the weak spot that both Snape and Voldemort saw in her. Snape tells her to go on to her dorm, and warns her about sharing anything that happened tonight with anyone else; adding that she should already know that if she speaks in any tone other than hatred of the Dark Lord, especially in Gryffindor tower, she might find herself completely ostracized and even labeled Death Eater. She nods, she already knows that much is true; plus, nobody would ever believe her about it anyway, that he actually wasn’t so terrifying after he started talking to her.
Snape says, “If you wish to see him again, just come to me and I will take you. Good night, Miss Brown.”
The next morning, she almost can’t convince herself that last night wasn’t just a particularly bizarre dream. But, as she’s reaching into her book bag to take out her books for History of Magic class, her hands touch a crinkly package. She looks into the bag and sees a wrapped gift, with a tag that says, “Open only when alone…” on it. She can’t imagine how it got there, nor who it is from; but she follows the instruction. Finally she can’t wait any longer and whispers “stomach cramps” to Parvati, who nods as she quietly takes her bag and heads to the restroom, opening the package once she’s in the stall.
Inside, she finds a beautiful and intricately worked tiny gold and jeweled music box, and a note that says, “A lovely music box for an exquisitely lovely creature.” It’s not signed but she has no doubt now who sent it, and she feels another flush at the words.
For the rest of the day, she can’t seem to stop thinking about him; about the shiver his touch sent through her, about his attention to her. She’s always felt as though she was almost invisible, and now the most powerful man in the Wizarding world is sending her gifts and clearly wants to spend time with her. She knows he’s evil, but it’s hard for her to think of that when he’s charming her so thoroughly.
By the end of the day, she’s almost convinced herself that he’s just misunderstood. Maybe. After all, what would be so bad about segregating Muggle-born from pure-bloods? After dinner, she’s made up her mind and goes to see Snape again. He actually gives her the hint of a smile when he answers her knock, and without saying anything he takes her to the fireplace, going through the same path they did last night.
When Voldemort arrives after Snape has summoned him with his Mark, the Dark Lord smiles at Lavender, and takes her face in his hands, bending down to give her a quick and very chaste kiss which nevertheless arouses her. He conjures the pavilion again and Snape this time moves off down the hill, settling himself on the ground with his back against a tree, and pulling a book out of his robes.
Voldemort parts the curtains with his arm and ushers Lavender inside, this time drawing her down next to him; lying stretched out on his side and propped up on one elbow, and she does the same. His nearness is making her pulse race; and she wonders what tonight will bring.
He asks her if she liked his gift, and she blushes and says that she did, it was beautiful. He reaches out and caresses her face, and says, “That was merely a trifle. If you allowed me to, I would cover you in jewels and silks; I would give you more than you could ever imagine.”
She looks at him and he can see that she’s interested, if still a bit wary. He says, “May I show you?”
Not sure what he means, still she’s curious, and nods. He places his long, elegant fingers against her temple, and penetrates her mind. Visions begin to form in her mind; first she sees herself in a beautiful white robe, standing with him on a dais. She is wearing a gold and jeweled necklace that covers a fair bit of her chest, and a gold bracelet in the shape of a serpent. Fine gold chains link the bracelet to gold rings on each of her fingers; and she looks (even to herself) like some kind of goddess.
In the next vision, she is wearing a semi-transparent robe that covers the essentials but still shows off her body to good effect. He is in an ornate chair on the dais, and she is sitting at his feet; his hand possessively on her shoulder. Powerful people are approaching the dais and kneeling to both of them; men looking at her with desire, but knowing they can’t have her because she belongs to the Dark Lord.
In the next vision, Voldemort is holding up a newborn child, and hundreds of his followers are prostrating themselves, with their heads bowed all the way to the floor.
The visions fade away and he watches her as she brings them back for herself, reviewing them; sees her lips parted and face flushed.
He says, softly, “The only thing I lack to be complete is a consort, Lavender. A servant, yes, but first among my servants. Someone worthy to bear my seed. I have not found any woman I would consider even remotely worthy. Until now.”
She looks up at him, searching his eyes, seeing his desire. Her head is spinning as he says, “I could lay the entire world at your feet, Lavender. But it must be your choice, you must want it with your whole heart and soul. I can feel your desire, and I could satisfy it, tonight; but I want you for my own, joined in much more than just body.”
She is breathless from his words, and he caresses her face again and says, “Take some time to think about it. You cannot possibly decide now, you need to give it time. You have to come to want this with your whole heart and soul. You must be willing to give your heart, soul and mind to me completely, along with your body, and you must not hold even the tiniest part of yourself back. I cannot accept anything less than that.”
He looks at her for a long moment and then says, “I will not see you again, unless it is to take you as my consort. You may give Severus your answer; and if it is what you want, our next meeting will be in front of all my Death Eaters, to take your pledge as my consort. It will be a ceremony that will leave them in no doubt that you are first among them, as close to me as my own soul. If you have any questions about what will be required of you before you decide, Severus can answer them.”
He touches her face and then pulls her to him, their lips meeting again. He pushes forward and she rolls onto her back, and he moves his upper body over hers. He holds her to him as his mouth opens and their tongues meet, and she feels an unbelievable heat between her legs. He breaks the kiss after just a moment and stands up, again giving her a hand up; and this time as she’s standing so close to him, she puts her arms around him and pulls him down to kiss her again. She’s almost ready to say yes right then, but he again breaks the kiss and says, “Come, Severus will take you back. Farewell for now, my lovely Lavender…”
He vanishes the pavilion and himself at nearly the same time, and Lavender continues to look at where he was standing. Snape joins her on top of the hill and says, “It’s quite an offer, Miss Brown. One he’s never made to any woman, as far as I know.” She swallows and nods, and he offers her his arm, Apparating back to Borgin and Burkes and then by Floo back to Hogwarts.

[Author's Note: Never fear, it's all calculated on his part; he's not going soft. There's something more he wants, that he can't take by force. Oh, and on the question of 'purity' - of course he would rather have a pure-blood, but it's mainly purity of soul that is meant; i.e., someone who isn't/wasn't already on the Dark side or inclined that way. Corrupting someone who is already corrupt isn't nearly as enjoyable for him.]
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