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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 Seven: Usually You Can’t Get a Woman to Come Out of the Bathroom
Of course, the worse thing about it was the fact that Helena had seen the large, extremely self-satisfied smirk on Snape’s face just before the wall closed between them. He had, no doubt, seen her own look of shock and displeasure.
That must have been supremely satisfying to him, she thought bitterly to herself. He undoubtedly had derived exquisite pleasure from the fact that she had fully realized (too late, of course) that she had walked right into his trap. If she had simply gone about her business and not discovered the missing doorknob until she tried to leave the room he would have been contented with being greatly amused. She guessed that she had given him infinitely more satisfaction than he had dared hoped for.
She frowned down at the area on the wall where the doorknob had been previously located. She sighed and shrugged her shoulders. It was undoubtedly going to be an exercise in futility, but she might as well at least try to open it using ‘Alohomora’,
She put her fingers into her robe pockets, searching for her wand. A few seconds later she groaned in frustration. She had dropped the wand on the floor while she was grinding away on top of Snape during their frenzied copulation in the chair. She had no doubt that he had seen it when he went to sit down at his desk and was quite aware that she was virtually helpless in her current situation.
She shook her head in self-derision as she did the only other thing she could think of to do under the current circumstances. Which was to point her right index finger at the spot and murmur the spell with as much confidence as she could muster.
"Alohomora!"
She was not surprised to see the wandless spell had no effect. Nor was she particularly shocked to hear Snape’s voice immediately respond on the other side of the door.
"Oh, what a shame. But you know, Miss Harrison, that only a very few witches and wizards are able to do that spell without a wand, don’t you? And unfortunately your wand appears to be on the wrong side of the door, doesn’t it?"
Helena glared at the wall in fury. And then she closed her eyes and bit her lip as she considered her next move.
Snape was leaning on the other side of the wall with his left shoulder, his arms folded and his ear placed very near the paneling, straining to hear any sound emanating from within the chamber. After a moment, he could hear a soft, feathery whisper against the other side of the wall. He deduced that she had brought her hands up to touch it, perhaps trying to discover another hidden device that might cause the doorway to reopen. He smiled. If so, she was looking in vain.
After a moment, the sound stopped, and he was rather surprised to hear a small, quavering voice speak out from behind the boundary.
"Severus?"
He frowned, and appeared puzzled for a moment, and stood regarding the wall with a great deal of curiosity. Then, a small smile returned to his face and he leaned closer to the wall. Behind it, he heard her take in a quick, gasping breath.
"Please, Severus, please. Don’t do this to me. I’m really claustrophobic, and I can’t…..I can’t stand being in this tiny little room." There was a note of desperation in her voice. And it was rising rapidly.
He looked down and idly inspected his fingernails as he awaited her further entreaties. After a few moments, he heard her gasp for breath again and she definitely sounded as though she was crying when she spoke again.
"Are you there?" She sounded very scared.
He stood absolutely still and let the seconds tick by before replying, in a very bored tone of voice, "Yes?"
"P-please let me out! I’ll go crazy in here! Please? I’m begging you!" She was practically shrieking now.
He had had enough. He turned and placed his own hands upon the wall, leaning against his side as he spoke.
"In the first place, I don’t recall giving you permission to call me by my first name," he began, in a reprimanding tone of voice.
He paused.
After about five seconds, he heard her whisper: "Professor?" Her voice was very low and timid now.
He rolled his eyes and smiled. "And in the second place, you spent nearly twenty minutes in there last week," he hissed. "I had to practically drag you out of there. So, please explain to me how you have so quickly developed this debilitating phobia?" he challenged.
The pause was much briefer this time. He heard her punch her first angrily against the other side of the barrier.
"Let me out of here, you son of a bitch!"
He laughed. "Oh, that’s much better, my dear. Don’t worry," he called over his shoulder as he went back towards his desk. "You’re only going to be in there for a little while. I suggest that you calm down and tend to your ablutions. I just have a few things to do, and do forgive me if I would rather have you safely locked away while I attend to them."
"What are you doing?" Helena was standing, fuming, with her hands on her hips and a deep look of suspicion on her face as she regarded the blank wall in front of her.
"You have your secrets, and I have mine," he replied, tauntingly, as he bent down to retrieve both of their wands from the floor beside his desk. While he was bending down, he noticed that her discarded bra was also there. He reached to pick it up. Straightening his back, he held the object out at arms length and regarded it fondly. With a smile, he stuffed it into one of his inner pockets. Then he bent down again and picked up the wands.
"Oh, and don’t worry," he called over in the direction of the bathroom as he seated himself at the desk. "You haven’t lost your touch. I’m sure anyone else would have been quite taken in by your little act," he assured her. "However I, of course, have gotten to know you far too well over the past week not to recognize some of your tricks," he continued, mockingly.
He listened intently for a moment, but apparently Helena did not care to make any response to that remark. He shrugged and placed his own wand down on the surface of the desk. His sharp black eyes sparkled with curiosity as held Helena’s wand in both his hands and turned it back and forth, inspecting it carefully.
It was a mere nine inches long, made out of a very light shade of birch, and was delicately tapered in a most feminine way. He waved it lightly and felt it’s quick, springy reaction. Very powerful and very responsive, he noted.
A loud sizzling sound from the bathroom, followed by a muffled outcry from Helena, drew his attention back to the wall.
"Oh, did I forget to mention that I’ve also placed a spell upon the doorway that prevents it from being transfigured into anything else?" he asked dryly. "I commend you for trying it, though."
The sound that followed this comment sounded distinctly like it was her shoe banging futilely against the wall.
"Don’t hurt yourself," he taunted, returning his attention to her wand.
He carefully placed it in front of him on the desk and picked up his own wand.
"Crusta perspicuus," he murmured, and instantly the wood of her wand became transparent, allowing him to look inside and see which magical substance lay at it core.
In the very center of her wand was a single unicorn hair. But circled around it in a tight coil was a long, thin, strong strand of dragon heartstring.
He nodded his head as if he was not surprised. But, neither did he look particularly relieved at having his suspicions confirmed.
"Finite incantatum."
The wood reappeared over the wand and he sat still for a full five minutes, with a pensive look on his face. Finally drawing his thoughts back to the present, he returned his gaze to look at the paneling beyond which Helena was trapped.
"I don’t seem to hear any water running?" he called out, a trace of warning in his voice.
On the other side of the barrier, Helena had been sitting, rather dejectedly, on the closed cover of the white porcelain toilet.
Right after the door had closed behind her, she had experienced a few seconds of actual terror as she recalled his words about how "possessive" he was about the things that "belonged to him". For a few frightening moments, she had imagined that he intended to literally keep her under lock and key. Forever. Or, at least (she amended), until he was tired of her.
As the minutes passed, however, she had convinced herself that he was merely still very upset about the way she had tricked him into drinking the Veritaserum. And for casting the ‘Petrificus" spell upon him. No doubt, he was planning his own form of retribution. And she had been lulled into a false sense of security by that damned kiss of his.
She laughed softly to herself and shook her head.
*** Well, just like I got him to lower his guard by appealing to his lust with my new lingerie. Turn about is fair play, isn’t it? ***
She had started out of her reverie upon hearing his voice. She drummed her fingers against her legs and considered her options. Which weren’t many. While she wasn’t sure if he was really going to let her out of the room if she went ahead and washed up, she was certain that if she didn’t obey him, she was going to be in there even longer.
She sighed, arose from her seat and went towards the sink.
Snape smiled as he heard the faint trickling sounds of the water running in the other room. "Thank you," he called out, his tone mockingly polite. "I’ll let you out in a few minutes."
He arose from the desk, placing her wand in one of his pockets and holding his own wand in his right hand. He looked about the room as if trying to decide where to put something, and then smiled as his gaze fell upon the fire still blazing away in his hearth.
Helena could hear vague sounds in the other room as she stood with one leg perched up on the toilet seat, her robes pulled up above her waist with her left hand. She was balancing herself on her other leg as she scrubbed away with her right hand at the inside of her thighs and between her legs. Finally, she was satisfied that she had managed to erase every trace of him from her body, and she threw the soiled washcloth angrily into the sink. Just as she did so, she glanced behind her and saw that the doorway was now open again and Snape was behind her, leaning against the frame of the door. She wondered how long he had been there.
"Enjoying the show?" she asked, angrily pulling down her robe back over her as she brought her leg down.
He shrugged indifferently, but she knew from the glint in his eyes that he had liked watching her wash herself.
He uncrossed his arms and put his right hand down into one of his pockets. When he brought it out, he was holding her wand out to her with the handle pointing towards her and the tip aimed at himself.
"Would you like your wand back?" he offered.
She sniffed and went forward to grab it out of his hands.
"Although, I must warn you-", he began, just as her fingers closed around the handle.
She looked up at him in annoyance.
"That if you ever try to use it to cast another spell upon me, it had better be ‘Avada Kedavra’," he finished.
She blinked. He released his hold upon the wand and crossed his arms again.
"Because if it’s any other spell, I will be willing and able to make you pay for it. And I assure that your punishment will be infinitely more severe than a few minutes spent in a locked room. Do you understand?"
"Perfectly!" she hissed, pushing by him and intending to storm out of his office altogether.
But she didn’t get very far.
For standing right in the middle of the room, in front of the roaring fireplace, was a new piece of furniture.
A very large bed.
Covered in what looked like sinfully soft and sleek black silk sheets.
Helena reached out her hand and allowed her fingertips to slip along the deliciously sensuous fabric.
She smiled as she felt Snape move behind her and wrap his right arm around her shoulders while his left arm circled her hips.
He bent down and murmured in her ear: "Want to make up?"
She laughed. "So, tell me-"
She turned and grinned up at him, with only a trace of annoyance in her eyes. "Why did I bother washing up?"
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