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His Little Potions Slut	By : poptart52 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 61669 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Dear readers: I’m terribly sorry about the extended delay. My mind took a bit of a leave of absence while my body took a hiatus from the BDSM community where I live. I decided to stop dating for a bit and focus on fixing myself and on my schoolwork. But now I’m back, and so I’ll try and update once a week since I think I might have a lighter load this semester.

On with the show!

As I sat there after the mudblood ran upstairs to her room, my mind entertained the idea of quietly going up there after I had sobered some and she had cried herself to sleep and carrying her through our shared bathroom and into my chambers. Not to do anything, mind you, but just to watch her sleep peacefully and fall asleep next to her. But then, as my mind did begin to sober, I realized this was a very, very bad idea. Instead, I should speak with her in the morning, before classes, and make sure Severus never found out about this incident. No.

I should sneer at the thought. A Malfoy, attempting to act as a knight in shining armour for a poor mudblood girl? Even if my tactics did seem quite… confusing and unreasonable.

I should apologize to the girl. She would understand. I was drunk. Stupid. She would understand…

And now, here I am, and its morning, and I can’t bring myself to get out of bed to talk to the little witch. I groan and get up anyway. It’s unbecoming of a Malfoy to not follow through on diplomatic actions.

Of course, as I always do, I arrive at the girl’s door before she is even awake. Lazy little slave…

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“Granger, I’m coming in, whether you’re dressed or not.”

That was what I woke up to this morning. And now I’m staring at the magnificent, terrifying man before me and all I can feel is fear and anger. He hit me out of anger! I glare at him, hastily wrapping my sheets around my naked form, as I was about to get dressed as he barged in.

“What do you want, Master Draco…” I can see him flinch, but he doesn’t retaliate against my sneer and my insolence.

“I deserved that. Granger… Hermione…” Well that shocks me. “Look I wanted to apologize for last night. I was drunk. Severely drunk. Please don’t tell Sev about this. It won’t happen again. I… Promise.” Even though the last part was forced out, and it did seem more of a cover your arse sort of situation, something in the look in his eye makes me think he’s sincere.

“Fine.” Tears are starting to well up, and I turn my head away, and suddenly he’s holding me, shushing me, and smoothing back my hair… wiping away my tears.

It takes a while but I calm down and so does he. When we finally arrive in the Great Hall, it’s to the curious look of one certain Potions Master.

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The girl left my chambers last night slightly corrupted, but with her innocence still intact. I had restrained myself, instead testing her on what she had learned so far in the past few days. She learned quickly, brilliant little witch, but I would never tell her that…

I get lost in thought easily at breakfast thinking of her, of last night…

Of how she had crawled to me and bowed before me, how she had tasted her own essence, her sweetness, and how I made her look into my eyes. How heated our kisses had become… How, in the heat of everything, she had been so confused on what to call me, and I had instructed her to call me Master. At least in this, she would call me such…

Of how, at one point, I had asked her to kneel before me, and her form had been off just so and I punished her for it. Oh, the sight of her arse upturned and red… Her whimpering from pain. How I kissed her afterwards, smirking at her weakness…

I would break this one. Mind first, then body. She would mold perfectly to be mine… If only I had more time to train her personally. But alas, I have potions to brew and essays to grade… I sigh, just when I notice that the hall is filled, minus the Head Boy and Head Girl. Minutes tick by and they do not arrive. In fact, breakfast is nearly over when they decide to appear… I raise my eyebrows at them, appearing to others as a slightly admonishing professor, but to me, my eyes are hard and cold. I should watch them. I should be careful. He has far too much time with the girl… I should occupy her with my own needs, my own homework… Only three days into the arrangement and they arrive late? And I got no notice of punishment this morning. And I know my Godson. He does not sleep in.

Excusing myself, I have some minutes before my first class arrives so I pen a note to my wonderful little Godson. He should meet me after dinner today. We have things to discuss. Not long after I send the note, I get an affirmative reply. Today, in short, will be interesting…

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Supper comes and goes, and now I am walking along the dungeon halls towards Severus’ private quarters. Other students scurry out of my way as I approach them, their fear nearly palpable. Ah, to be a Malfoy… I knock on Sev’s door, and a resounding “Enter” is the response, so I do, nearly stopping in my tracks when I see a slightly scared looking Granger at his feet. But I was taught better than that. There is no pause in my movements; barely even a change in the calm on my face.

“Hello Severus. Hello, Granger.” I take my seat across from the two, fixing myself some tea. “You asked to speak with me, Severus?”

“Yes, indeed I did, Draco. But Miss Granger here has a most interesting story she would like to share. Don’t you, Miss Granger?” Her eyes flicker up to me, then to Severus, then back, and then the floor. My Uncle’s hand finds its way into her hair and pulls, and the look on her face as she cries out in pain is both exquisite and terrible. He turns her head just so, so I may see her left cheek. “Since the witch is being insolent, I shall begin. What is this mark, Draco? Did you punish my witch this morning and forget to tell me? Is this why you were late to breakfast?”

Outwardly, I am collected. Inwardly, my heart is pounding in panic. She said she wouldn’t tell. Had she come here to tell him?..

“You see, Draco, my poor little witch here has never learned the fine art of Occlumency…” It hits me. This was a set up.

“Sev…”

“Do not lie to me, Draco. I could hurt you far worse than you could ever hurt me.”

“Sev it was an accident. I was drunk, I - !”

“And yet you had the audacity to lay claim on my witch, who I had honored you with the task of looking after and training for me?” His voice was deadly quiet, his eyes hard as ice. I didn’t answer.

“Miss Granger will be moving temporarily into my chambers. No one is to know. If she and the Weasley girl wish to meet, they will meet in Miss Granger’s private chambers and with you nowhere to be found. Am. I. Under. Stood.”

“Yes, Uncle. Perfectly so.”

“Leave us.”

With that, and one furtive, pitying glance to the breaking witch kneeling on the floor, I took my leave. I would fix this, somehow… My Uncle was possessive. Crazily so. War had hurt him badly. The psychology book I have been reading calls his symptoms PTSD, or post traumatic stress disorder. But that doesn’t mean he can hurt others. Especially not girls like Granger. I don’t believe he would ever knowingly really hurt her. But accidentally, perhaps. He may not even realize until it is too late.

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Today had gone well. I met with Ginny after breakfast. She explained to me that the reason Harry and Ron had been absent from meals the day before was that, during Ginny’s private training session with Blaise, she had written Harry a note to break up with him. She could not handle being in a relationship with Harry, who was distant and cold, while she could be in a relationship with Blaise, which was warm and loving, even after a few days. I don’t expect them to talk to her for a while. Especially because she hadn’t hidden for whom or why she was leaving Harry.

Then came the note. Severus wanted to meet with me after dinner, and I got a small sinking feeling in my stomach. My hand instinctively reached my cheek, and I winced inwardly as I felt it smart. There must be a slight bruise. But he couldn’t have seen it… it was on the opposite side from the Head Table… No… this must be about something else. He probably just wanted to see me. That’s all…

So then the day was a blur of classes and homework and praise for correct answers, and I was beaming all the way through. Finally, dinner came and I stuffed myself, feeling starved from all the hard work I had done in classes that day. I nearly forgot I was to report to the Potions Master’s quarters, until Ginny reminded me. I practically skipped my way there, but finally remembered caution and stayed partially in the shadows after a certain point. However, instead of knocking on the door and being let in, I was grabbed by my upper arm and pulled into the room by Severus, who came up behind me.

His eyes narrowed at me, and he turned my face a bit, having caught a glimpse of the bruise there. “Look at me, Miss Granger. Who did this to you.”

I had shaken my head. “Please, Professor, I –“

“Answer the question, witch! Or I’ll take the answer for myself!”

Without giving warning, he forced himself into my mind, seeing what he needed to see and letting me fall to the floor. He paced back and forth some before looking at me, as if only just remembering I was there. He sighed and sat in his chair, pointing to the spot on the floor next to him. Slowly, weakly, I crawled to him and knelt. Just then, there was a knock on the door.

The angry conversation that ensued just left me in tears, and now here I am, crying, with an angry Potions Master above me.

“This is for your own good, Miss Granger.” He wouldn’t even call me by name.

“Yes, Master…” Maybe, if I pleased him, he wouldn’t be so cold…

“He abused his power over you. I am supposed to protect you.”

“Yes, Master…” I am looking at the ground, I don’t want to meet his gaze.

“Hush girl.” His hands are on my robes, pushing them off of my shoulders and exposing my uniform… My skirt exposes my thighs, and his cold, thin fingers trace invisible lines on them. Without warning, He lifts me into his arms, carrying me to his bedchambers and laying me upon the bed. Instantly, my breathing becomes slightly panicky.

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“Calm yourself, stupid girl. I do not plan on that happening tonight, especially not when you are in such a state. No. I am going to sooth you.” I can see the confusion in her eyes. I admit, in my anger I can be quite rash. But I can be romantic when I wish to.

Reaching into the bedside table, I grab a small vial filled with a slightly iridescent liquid. Setting it down, I go to work slowly disrobing the girl before me, kissing her neck and collarbone, down to her stomach. When she is no longer clothed, I flip her over before taking off my outer robes and rolling up my sleeves. “Shhh…” I kiss her just behind the ear and feel her tense, and I sigh. “Why are you so terrified of me, Miss Granger? You wrote of me, remember?..” I pour some of the liquid into my hands, working it between my palms, warming it, before I slowly massage it into the girl’s back. It would provide a calming, tingling sensation, relaxing her muscles and easing tensions. Slowly, bit by bit, the girl relaxes beneath me, sighing at times in pleasure. She is always so tense…

“I am harsh, Miss Granger, but I can be quite rewarding… I understand that what happened was difficult for you… However, I regret to inform you, you failed to uphold your end of the bargain with your safety, and that must be punished.” I had finished relaxing her. She would not be able to move much now, her muscles so relaxed and her mind in such a calm state. It took her too long before she even registered my words, and by then, the first blow of the cane had already cracked across her buttocks. Her cry of pain was music to my ears and I could feel a stirring in my nether regions just from the sound. I chuckle darkly. Yes, I can certainly be a romantic. But I can also be a sadistic bastard.

Blow after blow reigned down upon the girl beneath me, and finally she began to whimper and scream.

“Please, Master, please stop! I promise it won’t happen again! Please stop please please please!”

“You are right, stupid girl. It will not happen again. Do you know why?” Her lack of reply earned her another thwack.

“No, Master!”

“Stupid, stupid little girl. And I praised you only days ago on your ability to learn quickly. I should retract my statement.”

“I’m sorry Master, please!”

I chuckle again. “It will not happen because you will not be returning to a shared chambers with my Godson. No, not until you learn some discipline, girl…” I throw away the cane and trail my fingers over the red welts that line the girl’s body. She shudders beneath me, and I smirk.

“Oh you sad, sad little girl…” I disrobe for the night, lying in bed next to my little Granger girl, my hand playing in her hair until I fall asleep.

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Drunk, that’s what I am. Absolutely bloody fucking sloshed wasted, and I don’t care. Nope. I don’t give two shites about … what was it I was doing again?..

A knock on the door.

“Just bloody enter, you stupid half wit!”

Blaise and the Weasley girl enter the room, and I glare at them. Somehow, my confusion is their fault. “Go away.”

“Drake, maybe you should lay off the firewhiskey…”

“Oh sod off!”

That got a worried glance from my “friend”. “Mia, go upstairs and chat with –“

“She’s not here!”

“What do you mean, she’s not here, Drake?” Blaise’s words were slow. Careful.

“Don’t talk to me like a bloody idiot you stupid deaf person! She’s. Not. Here. He took her! HE TOOK HER!” Wow. I really must be drunk, if I’ve given up the Malfoy decorum that much… Blaise shoots a worried expression to Weasley. He whispers something to her and she scurries out the door, leaving the two of us alone. I struggle to stand, staggering over to him. It’s HIS fault. My fist raises to punch him –

- And misses.

Blaise swings back and knocks me out cold.

When I come to, the Weasley girl is kneeling over me with an icepack pressed gently to my face.

“Blaise, he’s awake!”

My friend comes over with a glass of water, and I slowly sit up, groaning, and take the glass of water in one hand, taking over holding the icepack with the other.

“So what happened, Draco?”

I glance at the redheaded witch, but Blaise just shakes his head. “She won’t tell anyone.” I nod. Blaise has good judgement.

“Last night, she came home late. I was up waiting for her. I had been worried, and you know what I do when I worry…” He nodded. Yea, it was pretty obvious. I end up how I ended up tonight. Drunk.

“Well she mentioned being with ‘Master’ and my alcohol-infused mind forgot she meant Snape. Well… she said something… and… I hit her, Blaise. I hit her hard and sent her upstairs crying. She said she wouldn’t tell him, but he used Legilimensy on her. Now he’s having her stay with him. He’s going to break her, Blaise, and there’s nothing I can do about it.” Malfoys don’t cry. Malfoys don’t cry. Malfoys don’t –

A soft pair of lips are pressed against my temple, and when I look up, I see the Weasley girl. Boy, does Blaise know how to pick ‘em…

“Don’t worry, Draco. We’ll get her back. Did he say anything else?”

I shake my head. “Just that if your girl wanted to speak with her, they would meet here… But that was just for pretenses. No one is supposed to know. I shouldn’t have even told you…”

“Well, I’m glad you did. Now, come on. You’re King of Slytherin! Let’s do what we do best!”

“… Plot.”

Well well well, my wonderful little readers. How do you like it so far? I advanced it a bit quickly, but you know how plot bunnies run. If you like it, let me know!

I’m so glad to be back from sabbatical, and I have fantastic ideas for this story. Honestly, I’m going to try and write a chapter ever day or two, since I’m on break from school. I'm also going to try and edit some previous chapters for grammar.

Updates on my life, for dutiful readers: Like I said, I took a break from everything, including relationships. So I was single since just after the chapter before this until about two weeks ago. Now I’m taking things somewhat slow with a wonderful Boyfriend. :)

Thanks to those who waited!

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