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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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Once back in his office, Snape uncharacteristically offers Lavender a brandy, and she takes it. He sits across from her, just watching her but not saying anything.
She sips the brandy and finally asks, “How long do I have, to decide?” He considers and says he’s not sure; but he expects a few weeks should be enough for her, either way, really. Either she can give him her all, or she can’t; and if she can’t, then that is the decision made.
She thinks for awhile and then blushes and says, “Would he…would he…share…me?”
Snape looks levelly at her and replies, “He might. But I suspect not until after you’ve given him a child, or even several. He wouldn’t want there to be any question among his followers about who fathered them. And, I expect he would be extremely possessive of you anyway. He’s got female Death Eaters that will pleasure others on command already, anyway.”
“Do they…pleasure…him?”
“Yes, but not that often; and he does not get anywhere near the pleasure from any of them that he would get from you, I am certain of that. If you’re asking if he’d be exclusive to you, the answer would be no, however. You will be first among his servants, but still a servant. You will not touch another man unless he commands it; but if he wants to pleasure every female Death Eater one after the other right in front of you, you will not make any objection. To be his consort you must accept him as Lord and Master, which I’m sure he told you himself.”
She digests that, sipping her brandy. The heat between her legs from his kiss still hasn’t subsided, and the brandy just seems to be adding to it. And the visions just keep crowding into her mind; her as an exotic beauty and the object of every man’s desire. Powerful wizards and witches kneeling in front of them and bowing low to her children as well. Even Snape himself, she assumes.
Finally, she gets up and says, “Thank you, Professor. I will give it some thought.” She goes back to her dorm, and once in bed, she can’t ignore the heat between her legs any longer. Fortunately everyone else is already asleep as she reaches down and rubs lightly across her clit. She draws in a quick breath at how sensitive it is from her prolonged arousal, and she lets her mind wander back to the Dark Lord, imagining his long, slender fingers touching her, exploring her. Even after she reaches a quick climax she’s still somewhat aroused, and she falls asleep thinking about him.

Over the next week she is in almost a constant daze, and Parvati asks her what’s wrong. She covers it by saying she’s just worried about end of term exams, and whether or not she’s going to go home for Christmas, or stay here. Parvati asks her why she’d want to stay here, and she covers by saying that some relatives that she doesn’t particularly like will probably be coming and staying with her parents for the holiday this year.
That night, she sends an owl to her parents, saying she will be staying at Hogwarts over Christmas. She tells herself it’s not a decision yet, she’s just covering her bases; after all, she can still get on the train on that day if she wants to go home. She wonders what her parents would say if she said, “Mum, Dad, I’m thinking of becoming the Dark Lord’s consort…” They’d probably lock her away in St. Mungo’s before she could blink.
But, she is thinking about it. And the more she thinks about it, the more she wants it. Here at Hogwarts, she is nobody; and she’ll continue to be nobody once she leaves here as well. With him, she’d be everything. Even mother to a near-royal dynasty. Let Hermione Granger even begin to top that…she can have Ron Weasley.
In bed that night, she is highly aroused, as she has been every night since she last saw Voldemort. She of course has no idea what his naked body looks like, though she can imagine from what she has seen; she knows his chest is smooth and muscular. She imagines him on top of her, inside her, filling her with his seed, telling her how beautiful she is, telling her that she is his and no-one else’s. She breathes quietly, “I am yours, my Lord…my Master…”. As she says it, accepting it heart and soul, body and mind, she is rocked with the most powerful orgasm she has ever had in her life; and she can almost feel energy emanating outward in waves from her body.

Snape is still awake, in his office, when he feels his Mark growing warm. He wonders why he’s being summoned, but does not hesitate. He arrives at the hilltop and finds Voldemort already there, and Voldemort says to him, “She has just accepted, Severus. I felt it.” Severus nods, and Voldemort goes on, “The ceremony will be at Winter Solstice night; I believe the student break begins then also?”
Severus nods again, and Voldemort says, “You will need to prepare her; I want you to give her the strongest fertility potion you can concoct. She won’t need to bring anything with her, I will provide her robes for the ceremony as well as her attire for the weeks afterwards.”
Voldemort looks at Snape and says, “Severus – I shall not forget this. You have done me a great service, and if you have a boon to ask of me, you are free to ask it. If not now, at some later point.” Severus replies, “Thank you, my Lord.” Voldemort tells him that he’ll be bringing her to his underground stronghold for the ceremony; all the Death Eaters will be summoned for it so he needs only to follow the summons.

Lavender comes to Snape’s office the next evening and tells him she wants to be Voldemort’s consort, and Snape says, “Have you told your parents you are not coming home for Christmas break?” She nods, and he says, “The ceremony will be Solstice Night. I’ll send a house-elf to fetch your trunk here so that anyone left here will think you changed your mind and went home after all; though from the signup list it appears almost no-one from Gryffindor is staying this time.”
“You will not need to take anything with you from here, the Dark Lord will provide everything you want or need. I will have a potion for you to take before we go, that should increase your chances of conceiving greatly.” Lavender blushes hotly, but nods.
Seeing her blush, Snape says, “Lavender – I do hope you realize that he is very likely planning to take your virginity in front of the entire assembly. He will want them to all witness your union, both so they witness your complete surrender to him and his complete claim on you; and also likely because some very powerful magic may be generated between you, especially if your surrender to him is complete. I just didn’t want you to be surprised.”
She hadn’t actually thought of everyone watching them having sex, but as she thinks about it, it is actually an arousing thought. Everyone wanting her, but only the Dark Lord can have her. Snape sees the change in her face and says, “Yes – it will be very powerful, not only for you but for everyone there. I expect there will be some very busy female Death Eaters afterwards. Which, by the way, in case you didn’t know; Pansy Parkinson is a Death Eater, now, as is Draco. I expect both of them will also be there.”
Lavender is at first shocked by that information, but then a slow smile spreads across her face. She can’t wait to see the looks on their faces when they realize that she has a position that neither of them could possibly ever hope to match. And she knows they’ll be completely shocked just by her being there; they’re accustomed to her being a ‘good girl’. She thinks she’s going to enjoy learning how to be a bad one, now.
Snape dismisses her, saying, “I will see you after dinner on Solstice Night. Let me be the first to congratulate you.” He takes her hand and bows over it, pressing his lips to her fingers; and she feels a rush of power that this man that she always feared so much, is now showing her such respect. She thinks she could get used to this very quickly...

Alyssa Hightower, a sixth-year Ravenclaw, sighs as she sits through another Potions class. She used to so look forward to Potions; she had shown a real aptitude for the subject since her first year at Hogwarts, but the teacher was the main reason she loved the class. Professor Snape always complimented her (even if a bit grudgingly most of the time), and it had always sent a tingle of heat through her. She had been relieved to have gotten an Outstanding O.W.L. in Potions last year (one of the very few who had) and was very much looking forward to much smaller sixth-year classes with him.
But he’d finally gotten the Defense Against the Dark Arts position he’d always wanted, and now Professor Slughorn was teaching Potions. She’s not quite as accomplished at Defense Against the Dark Arts, and being in the same class with Harry Potter and Hermione Granger has meant that they get all his attention in class, or else Draco Malfoy does (there hadn’t been enough students in Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff to make up a full N.E.W.T.-level class, so they’d all been combined into one for this year).
She has wished for years that Snape would notice her, has fantasized about him so many times. But, as she’s not the type to act up, nor the type to show off her knowledge like Hermione Granger, he’s really never paid her any attention other than his grudging respect that her potions always turn out perfectly. She’s sure that had she been in Slytherin, he’d have been praising her constantly; she’s heard how he praises the Slytherin students even for mediocre efforts in his classes.
She decides that she’s never going to impress him with her brilliance in a Dark Arts class; so she’s going to have to misbehave if she wants to get his attention. She’s got to think of something that will land her in detention with him, rather than just causing him to deduct points from Ravenclaw. She knows he’s going to deduct points either way, and her House is going to be furious with her; but she’ll make it up to them. She’s been earning points for Ravenclaw on a regular basis from Slughorn anyway, for her prowess in Potions.

As the students in sixth-year Defense Against the Dark Arts are doing their homework, Snape looks over at Lavender Brown and begins thinking about Solstice Night; wondering if anyone will be bringing some extra girls for the enjoyment of the Death Eaters afterwards. He has been without any company since Parkinson took her vows; he knows that she’s been pining after Lucius Malfoy, and has even seen Lucius on Hogwarts grounds several times since then. She’s apparently been distracted enough that she’s also stopped bringing anyone to him for punishment. Gemma Brixton was the last non-Slytherin girl who really showed enough interest in him – perhaps he shouldn’t have let her go so quickly, when the Dark Lord declined her. It seems that everyone is anticipating the holiday break and not seeking forbidden adventures. He supposes he could just summon one of the girls from his House that he’s had before, but he’d rather they come to him. He admits that he’s rather bored with the lot of them by this point anyway.
He catches a movement out of the corner of his eye and looks up just in time to see fireworks launching from a student’s desk; and he’s shocked to see that it is a quiet Ravenclaw girl. Hightower, he thinks her name is – very good at Potions, but always very quiet and definitely never an attention-seeker of any kind. He gets up, glowering as the class sniggers, and stalks towards her desk; he’s not sure if she actually did it, or someone else just wanted it to look as if she had. He very much suspects the latter.
But, as he gets closer, the guilty look on her face convinces him that it was her; he just can’t fathom why. He reaches her desk and she looks up at him somewhat defiantly, and he’s surprised by that as well; he also wonders why he never noticed that she had sea-green eyes, which are rather striking paired with her white-blond hair.
He leans down, putting his hands on her desk and bringing his intense glower closer until he’s nearly nose to nose with her. She’s somewhat cowed but still shows a core of defiance as her face flushes, and he says, “Miss Hightower. I am shocked. Fifty points from Ravenclaw, and detention. Tonight.”
He sees something completely unexpected when he says this – she had looked down when he started speaking, but he can see a quick flash of a smile when he awards her detention. He is immediately intrigued; he’d never have guessed at any hidden passions or desires for him within her, but it definitely seems to him as though she’s engineered it on purpose, and is pleased with the result.
After class, he decides to find out more about her, and locates her file in the staff room. He sees that she’s a half-blood, like him; but her father was the wizard, and her mother a Muggle. Also rather poor, given her home address; which he recognizes isn’t all that far from his own in Spinner’s End.
He tries to recall anyone named Hightower as a wizard, but can’t think of any; apparently he’s never met her father. Looking back at the file he’s surprised to find that her father owns a Muggle chemist’s shop (pharmacy), with her mother. Which would somewhat explain her knack for Potions, and also why he’s never run across her father. He doesn’t make it a habit to frequent Muggle enterprises in any way, even when at home; and he definitely has little use for Muggle medicines even if he did.
He watches her at dinner in the Great Hall that evening, and sees her stealing glances at him frequently. He’s definitely intrigued, and after dinner awaits her arrival in his dungeon office with some anticipation. And some level of arousal, too.
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