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Not So Unforgivable	By : TheDarkWonker Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 20591 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Severus Snape felt a cruel smile creeping to his face as he looked at the notes he had taken regarding Granger. The little mudblood witch was coming along nicely, her morals getting steadily eroded by a combination of false knowledge implanted in her mind, and the book of sexual spells she thought she stole from him.
For weeks he had been patient, molding her and letting her mold herself into a sexual creature without harvesting the fruit of his labor, but he was growing increasingly impatient. The little slut in the making was getting very tantalizing with her improved looks and wardrobe.
But he wanted her to come onto him herself. It would be easy to put the idea in her mind with the potion of mental acuity, but where would be the fun in that?
Moreover, she was spreading her corruption to other girls in the school, starting with her roommates. Turning not just Granger but all the Gryffindor girls into sluts... now that was an ambition worthy of a Slytherin.
And the best part was that nothing could be traced back to him. Granger forgot everything that happened while under the influence of the potion of mental acuity, except for the revised knowledge he put in her head.
It was quite difficult keeping himself from adding more and more instructions to her mind. Close as she was to Harry Potter, he had to be cautious lest he caught Dumbledore's attention.
But there were other girls of all ages he could have his fun with.
The Lovegood girl, for instance. She was an outcast in her own house, and someone who everyone already thought to be quite weird. She hardly had any friends at all. She would be the perfect target for him. No one would question any oddity on her part. Even her parents seeing that one had passed away, and the other was Xenophilius Lovegood. Even if he came out and said someone took advantage of his daughter, who would believe him?
Yes, she was the perfect target for his project. He just had to bring her to his office after hours with a bogus detention. In the meantime, he'd keep working on Granger little by little.
He knew quite well that he was a monster. He had no delusions about himself.
He also didn't care in the slightest. He was still the same man who asked the Dark Lord to spare Lily and just kill Potter and the child. It wasn't because he loved Lily. He just wanted to have her all to himself. Dumbledore had only an inkling to depths of Severus's depravity and for years he watched him like a hawk, but his surveillance relented after he saved him and his friends from the filthy werewolf Lupin.
Now that he really gained the old fool's trust, he had much more freedom of movement, and he intended to exploit it to the fullest.
-oOo-
Hermione was happily sauntering through the castle's corridor headed to her next class. Her short-but appropriate skirt slightly revealed her young thighs with each step she took. She was strutting, fully aware of the male gazes on her.
She couldn't recall why she didn't bother trying to look attractive before. She never felt confident in her looks, even though she knew that there was nothing more attractive than a teen witch's body.
She felt alive and brimming with energy. Her pussy was moist, as it always seemed to be nowadays. The slightest hint of a breeze underneath her skirt sent a tingle of pleasure through it.
"Good day to you, miss Granger," a voice behind her greeted.
Hermione spun around to see a fifth year Ravenclaws student she didn't know.
"Uhm... good morning," she replied. "Can I help you?"
"I was wondering if you were free this weekend? Would you like to go to Hogsmeade with me?"
"Oh... I'm flattered but I... I don't even know your name. Besides, I do have homework that I need to take care of," she replied.
"My name is Thomas Greene, Miss Granger," he replied. "Perhaps another time?"
"I... alright. Maybe... in the future," she conceded.
"Very well. Have a lovely day," the older boy said before taking off.
This wasn't the first time someone had asked her out, but she had always turned them down. She was just too busy to entertain the idea of getting a boyfriend. She knew that emotional relationship required time and effort, and she just didn't have any. Between her classes, her erotic studies and helping out Harry with the Triwizard Tournament it just wasn't a good idea. Perhaps the next year, when things calmed down a little.
Of course, she was the only one having that opinion.
-oOo-
"I'm sorry, what?" Hermione asked at lunch that day.
"We think we have been taking things too far," Lavender said.
"I mean... it was fun and all, but we talked and we decided that we've had enough experimentation," Parvati said.
"Yeah, Parvati and I would really like to get a boyfriend soon, so it's better if we call it quits."
"Oh...," she replied.
"Well, if that's what you want, that's no problem," she said.
"So you won't get mad at us?" Parvati asked.
"No, of course not."
She wasn't mad, per se, but she was certainly confused.
'Perhaps they aren't sluts, after all? No, that makes no sense, they are definitely sluts. This isn't right. They should be putting other people's pleasure before their own.'
"I just want you two to know that I'm happy to have shared this experience with you and it's a shame that it's ending so suddenly but I respect your wishes, but if you change your mind, I'm still here."
She couldn't just say what she really thought to their faces, and she needed time to think.
'How am I supposed to help them fulfill their potential if they don't want to be sluts anymore?'
"Thanks Hermione. We appreciate you understanding us," Parvati said, looking a bit saddened but also relieved.
"Of course. Friends support each other, after all," she said. 'I need to fix this somehow.'
Hermione knew how to bite her tongue, most of the time. She could be very vocal about her beliefs, but she also knew when to be silent. She had to find a method to make them see reason. A way to convince them without being confrontational, but also making them aware of the errors of their ways.
She didn't tell any of it to her friends, however.
The rest of the meal was spent having casual talks, but in her head Hermione continued to think of a way to help the two girls see things the right way.
-oOo-
That evening, Luna Lovegood showed up in Snape's office for her detention. She didn't really understand what she did wrong to deserve it, but Professor Snape was renowned for giving detention and docking points for any perceived slight. She didn't have much choice but to abide.
"Good evening, professor," she said. "I've come for detention."
Snape smirked.
"Yes. You'll find the cleaning supplies here," he said pointing to a closet. "Use the broom first to take out the cobwebs and clean up the dust, and then get this cloth and clean all the surfaces."
"I have a few things to take care of," he said as she stood. "You if get thirsty there's a goblet of pumpkin juice on the table. Do not touch anything else and do not leave until you have finished your task."
"Yes, Professor, thank you," she replied.
He retreated in a back room of his lab, where he could keep an eye on her with the help of his magical mirror. She diligently started cleaning with the broom, humming a silly song to herself. Once she had worked for long enough to feel parched, she moved to the small table in the corner. As instructed, she saw the goblet and immediately reached for it and started to drink. She didn't question the slightly strange taste. After all, Snape was a professor. She would never dream in a thousand years that a trusted adult would put a potion in her drink. How wrong she was. So wrong that she couldn't even realize how much.
As soon as she drank the potion of mental acuity, her eyes became glazed over and her body relaxed completely. Snape came back into the room right away. Unlike the botched up potion that Granger inhaled, the version Lovegood ingested was his own improved formula, lasting up to a couple hours.
He had all the time in the world to mold the young woman into his plaything.
"Miss Lovegood. Can you hear me?" he asked her.
"Yes, Professor Snape," she droned in a monotone.
"Tell me about yourself, Miss Lovegood. What is your age and your House?"
"My name is Luna Lovegood. I am thirteen years old. I am a third year Ravenclaw student."
"What are your interests and hobbies?"
"I am very fond of my home, and the forest around my home. I enjoy studying strange and unknown creatures such as the crumple-horned Snorkacks, the Blibbering Humdingers and many more."
"Tell me about your parents and family."
"I have only one parent. My mother died when I was young due to an accident involving her work. My father, Xenophilius Lovegood, has always taken good care of me. He is also the editor of The Quibbler."
"Miss Lovegood, do you think you're a good person?" Snape asked.
"Yes."
"What do you think makes you a good person?"
"Respect and consideration for other people and living beings, sir," she replied. "Treating others the way I like to be treated."
"And do you think you deserve to be treated kindly because of that?" Snape asked.
"Yes. Everyone deserves kindness," she replied.
There it was, the "core" of her personality. The thing he needed to change.
"That's wrong, Miss Lovegood. People don't deserve kindness."
"People don't deserve kindness," she repeated under the effects of the potion.
"People are ignorant, weak and contemptible," he continued.
"People are ignorant, weak and contemptible," she droned on.
"Only those who are better than you are worthy of respect, but anyone who treats people with kindness is a fool who deserves no respect."
"Only people better than myself are worthy of respect," Luna droned. "Anyone who treats people with kindness is a fool who deserves no respect."
"Do you treat people with kindness, Miss Lovegood?"
"Yes."
"Then what does that make you?" Severus asked.
"It makes me a fool who deserves no respect."
"Do you understand now why your peers treat you as they do?"
"Yes, because I am a fool, and I deserve to be mocked."
"That's right," he said. "You don't deserve respect because you treat others kindly, like the fool that you are. Do you enjoy being a fool?"
"No. I don't want to be a fool," she replied with a monotone.
"Then what should you do?"
"I should not be kind."
"You should not be kind," he agreed. "You should look down upon those who aren't markedly your betters, and even among them, those who treat others with kindness are fools unworthy of your respect."
"I should look down upon those who are not my betters, and even among them, those who treat others with kindness are fools unworthy of my respect," she repeated.
"Among all the people you know, how many would be worthy of your respect, then?" Snape asked.
Luna took a moment to reply, as she mentally went through all the people she knew who would meet the criteria.
"Only one person."
"Really, now?" the professor said, genuinely curious. "And who would that be?"
"Only Professor Snape."
"And why is that?" he asked.
"Because Professor Snape does not treat anyone kindly, he never does" she droned. "He treats all with contempt. He is also a teacher at Hogwarts of many years, a potion master and an accomplished wizard. That means he's better than me. He's the only one I should respect."
That was the conclusion she reached for herself using the new "truth" he put in her mind. He could have just told her this, but it was more fun this way. He smiled with a sick grin.
Of course, all of this was just mere "knowledge". It didn't reach the emotional level. She would not become a less empathic person just because he told her she should, nor would she really respect him just because she thought she did.
He reached inside his desk and took out a small vial.
"Drink this, Miss Lovegood," he said.
In her fugue state she did not even question the contents of the vial and drank it all in one swoop.
When people thought of Love Potion, the first name they thought of was Amortentia, the most powerful of them all.
But only idiots would use such an obvious mind altering substance on someone. Anyone would notice the sudden obsession. There were much better options around if one knew where to find them, or in his case, brew them.
The Draught of Dull Hearts is what he called this concoction of his own making, the result of many years of research.
Rather than making someone obsess over a specific person, it made the feelings of the person who drank it become muted toward everyone other than the one who was keyed into it. Little by little, her emotions for everyone but Severus would become dull to the point of borderline indifference. She'd found no solace in their company, and would feel alone even among friends and family.
One could not manufacture love, that was true. But one could certainly kill it.
With this, she would exclusively experience emotions for the only person she thought deserved her respect. He would cement himself as the only person in her life that could make her feel anything. Moreover, it would make it easier for her to act upon her new "morals."
It's much easier to treat people like trash when they mean nothing to you.
Now, onto things that were just as important.
"Are you sexually active, Miss Lovegood?" he asked her.
"No, Professor. Dad said I should only do that with someone special when I'm older."
"Have you ever masturbated?"
"I never did."
"Why haven't you?" Severus asked her.
"Because... it's dirty."
Snape considered how to play this. With Granger, he taught her that it was normal, even necessary to indulge in masturbation.
"Yes it is. It's very dirty. And indulging in it makes you a very dirty girl."
" It's very dirty. Indulging it makes me a dirty girl," she repeated.
Snape took out his wand and pointed it at her, casting the Charm of Lubrication upon her. Since he didn't directly hit her genitals, the effect wasn't as strong as it would have been otherwise, but now her libido would be permanently increased anyway. The effects were immediately apparent, as her face flushed red and her body twitched despite being under the effects of the potion of mental acuity.
"How are you feeling now, Miss Lovegood?"
"Very warm... and I have butterflies in my tummy," she replied with a monotone.
"That means that you feel horny. You feel horny."
"Horny..." she droned. "I feel horny."
"Do you feel any tingling in your body?"
"Yes, sir," Luna said. "All over, but especially between my legs."
"What do you want to do about it?"
"I want to touch myself..." she replied.
"You can do it if you want."
Luna nodded in her drone-like state, and then started to rub herself between her legs, slowly at first, and then more forcefully. Her chest was rising and falling faster.
"How does that feel?" Severus asked, feeling himself starting to harden in his pants at the erotic scene before his eyes. A cute teen witch playing with herself for the first time.
"It's... strange, and it feels... good," she said. "It feels really good."
"Your panties are in the way, aren't they?" Snape asked.
Luna looked at them. He had just instructed her how she should feel, and so now, they were.
"Yes. They're getting wet," she replied.
"You can take them off if you want. Your skirt too."
Luna stood from where she was kneeling on the floor. She took off the skirt and removed her panties without any inhibition, standing in front of the professor, completely naked below the waist, and wet with her first juices.
Staring straight ahead like a drone, she continued to touch herself.
"What are you doing right now, Miss Lovegood?" Snape asked.
"Masturbating... sir" she said in a soft tone. "I am masturbating."
"And what does that mean?"
"It means... that I'm a dirty girl."
"You are not dirty because you touch yourself. You are a dirty girl, therefore you masturbate. You are dirty, so you must touch yourself."
"I... am a... dirty girl... therefore... I masturbate. I... am... dirty, so I must touch... touch... myself."
Her voice still lacked any emotion but it hitched with each spasm of her body. Snape watched this young girl who had barely started developing the shapes of a woman lose herself to self-inflicted pleasure as he molded her mind to his satisfaction, her hairless sex gushing and gushing each time she rubbed herself.
His cock was rock hard. To defile such a pure white flower and turn it into a wicked blossom... It was a work of art.
The Lovegood girl continued to rub herself frantically, until her legs could no longer hold her up, and she fell on all fours, still under the effects of the potion of mental acuity. Soon, she reached the tipping point.
"Hhhng!" she moaned as she squirted an immense amount of arousal all over the floor under and behind her.
The girl's first climax was achieved under such twisted conditions. Even if she couldn't remember once the effects of the potion wore off, achieving such a high intensity of magically aided pleasure in her state of mind would certainly affect her greatly even later.
Especially since the effect of the charm of lubrication still had to wear off and the girl was continuing to masturbate through her climax.
"Do you feel good, Miss Lovegood?" he asked.
"Yes..." she replied between ragged breaths. "It... feels... so good."
"It's always right to feel good. If something makes you feel good, then it's the right thing to do."
"It's... always right... to feel good," she panted. "If something... makes me feel... good, then... it's the right... thing to... doooohhhh," she climaxed once again, and then continued to masturbate.
Severus smiled as he continued to reinforce the changes he wanted. Before the night was over, the Lovegood girl would be turned into quite the pervert.
"Correct. Things that feel good are always right, and masturbation feels good. That means that being a dirty girl who touches herself is also good."
"M-masturbation... feels good," she groaned, rubbing herself even harder, making a wet noise with her pussy. "Dirty girls... dirty girls who masturbate... are good. Ohhh!"
"You were always a dirty girl, Miss Lovegood," he said.
"Uhhng... I... was always... a dirty girl," she repeated through her climax.
"When something makes you feel bad, or sad, or ashamed the best thing to do is to climax while thinking about it, until you learn to enjoy it."
"Hhnhng! W-when something... makes me feel...bad... or s-sad, or... ashamed, the best thing is to.... is to...climax... thinking...about it... Uuuhng! until... I learn... to like... iiiiiitttt!"
Her climax was the biggest one so far, with her crotch absolutely drenched with girl cum. Her eyes became unfocused and crossed over. Exhausted, she slumped on the ground with her head on the floor and her little butt sticking up in the air.
Severus reached out and grabbed her chin, forcing her to look up. He then placed his wand over her mouth and cast the charm of Scarlet Lips.
"Oh... oh... oh..." the girl muttered as the spell took effect on her.
"You have made quite the mess on my floor, Miss Lovegood. I think you should clean it up."
"I... should... clean up," she muttered, trying to recover from the peak of pleasure and the effects of his spells, now also struggling with the charm of scarlet lips.
"There's no need to get up. Since you are already on the ground, you can use your tongue as a mop."
He let go of her and with great difficulty she turned around. She pulled out her tongue and licked the puddle of her own juices with it.
"Hhng! Hnng! Hnng!"
The stimulation of her tongue and the taste of her own arousal under the effect of the charm of Scarlet Lips made her climax again, causing even more fluids to drip down her thighs and stain the floor.
She was totally going to get some kind of brain damage from this experience, but all that Severus got from it was a twisted sense of satisfaction.
"Is it humiliating, having to clean your own secretions from the floor with your tongue, Miss Lovegood?"
"Ah... uhhhh... Y-yessh," Luna moaned from her position.
"Yet it seems you are enjoying yourself quite a lot."
"It... feels shooo good," she moaned.
"This humiliation is making you feel good?"
"Yeeesh...."
"Then what does that mean?" He already gave her the answer. All she had to do was reach the conclusions by herself.
"H-humiliation feels good, sho that meanz itsh right," she moaned with pleasure.
"And if by some reason being humiliated made you feel bad, what would you do about it?"
"Aaaaahhh... I... would... I'd cl... climax while thinking about it.... I'd come thinking about it and I'd keep coming until... I enjoyed being humiliated. Uuhhhhhng," Luna climaxed yet again, despite doing nothing else but talking and licking her own cum.
And then she continued to do both, feeling herself become aroused from the taste and the pleasure caused by the charm of scarlet lips, her words playing in her mind like a song of perdition. Every humiliating act was a reward and every act of debasing and defiling her body was the correct thing to do.
Of course, it would take a little while for it to become her lived experience in her daily life but that was fine. Snape was nothing if not a patient man.
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