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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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When she knocks at his door, he gets up and answers it himself rather than telling her to enter. When he opens the door, he sees the desire on her face; and wonders again to himself how he missed it before. He’s pretty sure it hasn’t developed in her recently, she looks like this is something she’s wanted for a very long time.
He looks her up and down slowly before inviting her in; she has a long, lithe body that is nevertheless well-proportioned at breast and hip. Tall as well, he can’t look over the top of her head like he can most female students. Waist-length ice-blond hair, in waves much like Luna Lovegood’s; in fact at one point in the past he can recall having casually wondered if they were related. But she definitely doesn’t have Lovegood’s often-vacant look, in fact her eyes studying him are rather penetrating.
He moves back from the door and goes towards his desk; pulling out a stool from his potions bench and placing it in front of his desk. He turns to her and tells her to sit, and not to speak. She is to contemplate why she’s here, silently.
He sits down at his desk and stares at her; glad that his frock coat hides the bulge of his erection from her for now. He isn’t sure what he’s going to do yet, he wants to observe her a little, first. She looks at him and squirms a bit on the stool; aroused by finally having his full attention focused on her. He feels his cock throb in response to her squirming, knowing she’s aroused; and he considers getting up and giving her what she so obviously wants.
But he slowly realizes as he looks at her, that she is very unlike anyone else who has sought him out in the past. She is intelligent and clearly needs nothing from him. She’s doing well in all her classes and he’d noted from her file that she’d earned quite a few Outstanding O.W.L.s, besides the one she’d earned in Potions. She’s also clearly not overly intimidated by him, nor does she seem to have had some romantic (and completely inaccurate) vision of him. Nor does she seem brazenly out to try to conquer him, nor particularly attracted by his position or power, from what he could read of her when she came in. In fact, she really doesn’t fit the profile of any of the types of girls who normally seek him out at all. And he must admit, he’s quite intrigued. Perhaps this is the one he’s been waiting for. There is just something about her...something that makes him almost certain that he's going to want more than just tonight with her.
He lets her sit and squirm for about fifteen minutes, not saying anything to her, and then finally makes up his mind; he's got nothing to lose by making her the offer, he'll see how she reacts. He is certain she won't accept it, tonight; but he'll have planted the idea, and given how aroused she seems to be, it might even take root. He gets up and walks up to her, seeing her breath catch as he gets close to her. He walks around behind her and then leans in close to her and says, “Miss Hightower…I know why you are here. Stand up.”
She does, and he pushes the stool away, saying, “Look at me.” She turns around and he moves closer; she doesn’t move away as he stops just inches from her. He looks deeply into her eyes and she holds his gaze, equal to his intensity; and he is impressed, there are few who can manage to do that.
He puts his hands on her waist and pushes her two steps backwards until she is up against his desk; and he moves in closer, finally pushing his crotch into hers so she can feel his erection. She gives a nearly inaudible moan as she feels him against her, and he bends his face down to hers, until their lips are just inches apart; but he does not kiss her.
He says, “I know what you want, Miss Hightower. And I could give it to you. But if you think you’re the first girl to want to conquer the dark Potions master, you are sadly mistaken; I’ve lost count by this point of how many girls have thrown themselves at me and have had the pleasure of my cock.”
She looks a little deflated but still not completely deterred, and he goes on, “If you have a romantic vision of me gently making love with you, you can think again. My own pleasure is all that matters to me, and my tastes generally run more to things like forcing my cock into your tight little ass than they do to gentle lovemaking.”
She finally speaks and says, “I don’t care, Professor Snape. I want you.” She can feel his cock throb against her as she puts her hands on his hips and pulls him even closer.
He pulls his head back a bit and looks into her eyes and says, “Miss Hightower – if you want me, there will be conditions. The only way I will give you what you want is for you to first give me what I require; and that is your complete and total obedience. No, don’t speak.”
He is somewhat encouraged by the fact that she closes her mouth immediately on whatever she was about to say, and goes on, saying, “You must first accept me as your Master, and my pleasure will be your only objective from that point on. No matter what form it takes. If I tell you to suck my cock, you will do it. If I tell you to pleasure another woman, you will do it. If I tell you to watch while I fuck other women, you will do it. If I bring you into a room with fifty men and tell you to pleasure them all, you will do it. And if you hesitate or object, you will be punished. In fact sometimes may be punished just because I’m in a mood where that will please me.”
She looks at him but says nothing, and he goes on, “Understand, Miss Hightower; if you accept it will be for life, unless I decide to release you from it sooner. You will be taking the Unbreakable Vow as well, not just mouthing promises. If you turn away from me after making it, unless I have released you myself, you will sicken and die; and there will be no saving you.”
She waits to see if he has any more to say, and then finally replies with sarcasm, “Nice – I bet you get a lot of takers on that, huh?”
He looks at her with a slight smile (again somewhat impressed that she isn't intimidated by him), saying, “I’ve never offered it to anyone. Because I’ve never found anyone I’d want to spend more than a few minutes or hours getting off with, and then completely forgetting about afterwards. I could do the same with you as well. But I have a strong feeling that that would not be satisfying to either of us. I don’t know whether complete submission to me would be satisfying to you or not; but given the way you chose to make your desires known to me, I suspect it might.”
She looks somewhat confused and he says, “Girls typically come directly to me, even if they’re shy. You chose instead to put yourself under my control first, by doing something that you knew I’d likely give you detention for, when you’ve never done anything to be given detention for in your whole six years at Hogwarts. And I am almost completely certain that you did in fact hope that I’d take advantage of that control. That says to me that you were already willing to submit to whatever I might wish to do to you, tonight; that in fact, you’d very much hoped I would desire you and make you submit to my desire tonight.”
She looks down and blushes; she hadn’t thought it completely through like that, but realizes that she was in fact willing to give him whatever he wanted, tonight. Nor would she have initiated anything herself, she’d have followed his lead whether it had been in the direction she herself had wanted it to go, or not.
He steps back from her and says, “Think on it, Miss Hightower. Do not look for more from me, unless you are fully ready to accept what I require of you. I shall be busy the night of Solstice, and am not sure whether I intend to remain here over the Christmas holiday or not. There is of course no time limit on reaching a decision, I am just letting you know when I will not be available, should you decide. You may go.”
He moves aside, but she stands for a long moment, looking into his eyes. She reaches for his face and he allows it; and she moves her hand into his hair, pulling his head down to hers and bringing her lips to his. He rarely ever kisses anyone; someone he’s just using as a convenient outlet for his lust, he has no desire to kiss. But kissing her arouses him strongly; and despite that she initiated it, she immediately surrenders to him as her mouth opens under his. He feels her molding her body to his, her tongue following his; and right at that moment, he wants her more than he has ever wanted any woman in his life. But still, on his terms, or not at all.
He is also very glad that he’d already found Lavender for the Dark Lord; he hasn’t asked, but he suspects Alyssa Hightower is also a virgin. He thinks he might have had a very difficult time surrendering her…and is very glad that he won’t have to present her as a candidate. He doesn’t think she’d have been suitable anyway, he does not sense any desires in her other than her desire for him alone.

Alyssa leaves Snape’s office highly aroused – she is almost tempted to stop off in a bathroom to take care of it, but is afraid she’ll be caught by Moaning Myrtle. She’s been at a high state of excitement for well over an hour with no relief, considering she was already aroused before he even opened the office door. Part of her cannot believe Snape’s unbelievable arrogance – Unbreakable Vow, indeed – but at the same time, the thought of him just taking her whenever he wants is rather arousing to her. As is the thought of him actually wanting her around for more than just a few encounters.
So inward-turned are her thoughts that she doesn’t notice the man coming towards her in the deserted dungeon hallway…

Lucius Malfoy has just left a satisfying encounter with Pansy Parkinson, and had decided to see if Snape would activate his fireplace and allow Lucius to leave through it. Having to walk all the way outside the grounds before Apparating is rather tedious, even if the past hour or two were well worth the trip. Plus, one never knows what Snape might have going, Lucius thinks it’s possible that he might be able to get an encore in before he goes. How that unlovely man gets as much pussy as he does has always been a mystery to Lucius…

Snape unbuttons his trousers, relieving the strain on his erection. He could call for someone rather than pleasuring himself, but he finds that he doesn’t want the intrusion even of a convenient piece of ass right now. He closes his eyes, imagining Alyssa kneeling before him, vowing to him, giving herself over to him. He strokes himself slowly and feels his arousal building in a way it hasn’t for a very long time…

Lucius sees a girl in the hallway – makes a quick survey of her face and figure, and assumes that she must be coming from Snape’s dungeon. He thinks it’s too bad that he didn’t catch them in the act, but all is not necessarily lost.
He moves to intercept her, and she doesn’t even notice him until he’s right in front of her. He is well-versed in the signs of arousal in a woman, and even before she becomes aware of him, he’d swear that this girl is so aroused that she’d come with very little stimulation. He wonders now if Snape turned her away for some reason, thinking to himself as he looks her over that Snape is a complete fool if he did.

“Well, who might you be?”
Alyssa hears a smooth voice and is startled to find a man standing directly in front of her. He’s very well-dressed, hair about the same color as her own, but ice-blue eyes to her green. He’s looking at her with interest, but his eyes make her skin crawl. He’s intense, like Professor Snape, but there is just something about him that says pure evil to her, something inside him that has no equivalent in Snape. She starts to walk around him, and he puts out his cane to stop her; trapping her between the wall and his body as he moves closer and fixes her with an intense stare.
He says, “I asked who you are, girl.”
She looks up at him defiantly, crossing her arms over her chest, and says, “Alyssa Hightower.”
“Hightower, Hightower – Muggle-born, I presume?”
“No, my father is a wizard.”
“Must not be much of one, I’ve never heard of him. What does he do, pray tell?”
“He owns a chemist’s, with my mother.”
“Oh, a sort of Muggle potions shop. How quaint.”
“May I go now?”
“Oh, I don’t think so.” He moves closer to her, and says in a lower voice, “You see, something has you all excited, and that interests me. Was it perhaps Professor Snape?”
When she doesn’t answer, he moves closer still, pressing his body against hers, and saying, “He is a fool to have turned a lovely thing like you out in the cold, all hot and bothered as you are. But his loss is my gain…”

Snape reaches an explosive climax, his balls tightening almost painfully as his cock pulses strongly, shooting jets of his cum halfway across the room. He is breathing as hard as if he’d just run a marathon, and has to grip the desk behind him for balance as his legs grow weak.   Recovering after a few minutes, he finally buttons his trousers back up, waving his wand to erase the evidence of his pleasure on the floor. As he moves a few steps across the room and collapses into his armchair, he begins to feel an inner tension growing. Like something is very wrong…

“I suppose I haven’t properly introduced myself – I am Lucius Malfoy. Perhaps you know my son, Draco?”
Alyssa just wants him to go away; her arousal has quickly faded as he has pushed himself against her. She replies, “Yes, I know him. I really need to leave, Mr. Malfoy.”
He puts a hand on her collarbone, and she knows that he can quickly change it into a stranglehold around her neck; and fear begins to show in her eyes. This of course just heightens Lucius’s desire, and he says, “What is the rush? I do believe we were discussing the state Professor Snape left you in. I can’t imagine what you would see in him, but if he won’t take care of you, I certainly can.”

Snape finally recognizes the emotion – it is fear. Obviously, someone else’s fear. He’s fairly certain it’s not coming from the Dark Lord, but he can’t imagine where else it would be coming from; he doesn't have any connections with anyone else to be feeling it through. He tries to ignore it, but it keeps getting stronger, and finally it unsettles him enough that he gets up, thinking that he might as well make a round of the castle and see what students he can catch out of bed. Maybe he’ll discover the source along the way…
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