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Don't Lie to Me	By : Veresna Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 13611 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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CHAPTER 9: ANOTHER DAY, ANOTHER DREAM
"Rise and shine, dear. Helena, wake up. Rise and shine, dear. Helena, wake up."
She opened her eyes and groaned softly. What she really wanted to do was cry.
"Rise and shine, dear. Helena-"
"Okay, okay, okay, shut up already. I’m up!" she wailed.
"No need to be nasty, dear," replied the alarm clock in a slightly huffy voice.
Helena passed a hand over her eyes and choked back a sigh. There was a dull headache lodged between her eyes that she was certain it was going to remain there all day. She had never really gotten back to sleep after awakening in the middle of the night from her vivid dream about Snape. She had merely tossed, turned and dozed fitfully, glancing at the clock every half hour or so to see the time pass quickly before her eyes and aware that she was going to be exhausted when she had to arise.
She laid in bed and listened to the soft, peaceful breathing sounds of her roommates and wondered if she dared skip her shower this morning and get another fifteen minutes in bed. No, she decided, if she did fall back asleep now she would be groggy the rest of the day. Best to get up and going. If nothing else, maybe a shower would help clear some of the dullness out of her brain. She threw back her covers and began to climb out of the bed, remembering at the last moment to retrieve her panties from within the twisted bedclothes where she had thrown them off last night.
She felt marginally better after her shower and by the time she walked back into the room, Angelique was up and tossing things unto the floor as she looked through her large trunk for something.
"Lose something, Ang?" she yawned.
"No, I’m looking for something for you. Aha!" she exclaimed, pulling out a large bag with ‘Flourish and Botts’ written on the side. "Thought you might be able to use this as a book bag until your Mum sends you a new one," she explained.
"Thanks, that should work fine," she replied.
While Angelique took her shower, Helena sat down at her desk and began to try to sort out the jumbled mess that was currently residing in what remained of her old book bag. She got all of the stray pieces of paper back to their proper places and had set Luke’s letter and her reply off to the side and she filled the new bag with the books and other supplies she would need for the day. By the time Kathleen had awakened, she had put the bag on the floor and was debating whether or not she had time to write more of her letter to Luke before they set off for breakfast.
She pulled Luke’s letter out of the envelope so that she could reread it one more time before finishing her letter.
"Oh, that’s right," she thought, pulling out the pieces of paper and looking at the page that was uppermost on the stack. "He was talking about joining some kind of club on his last page."
She had just started to read down the page when she furrowed her brow and stood staring down at the paper. Something wasn’t right, but she wasn’t quite sure what it was. For a moment, a frown wrinkled her forehead and then she glared suspiciously at the page. She was sure that when she had finished reading the letter that she had left it with the first page on top before she folded it, not the last one. She thought about this for a moment and then her hand wandered over to her unfinished letter back to her cousin.
She thought about it carefully, and decided that she knew that she had left this letter with the unfinished page facing up before folding it and placing it back in the envelope. She pulled out the pages and stared at it.
‘Dear Luke,
You know how glad I always am to receive your letters, but today it was a special treat because-"
She looked back and forth between the two letters and felt her anger rising. She was sure that someone had opened both of them and had stuffed them back in the envelopes with the pages in the wrong order. And she had no doubt who that person was. She knew that Lewis would never have betrayed her trust, and she was sure he was the only one who had cared enough about her stuff to gather them up and deliver them to…..Snape.
Did he have a little fun reading her letters? She quickly scanned through them both. Both she and Luke had made some oblique references to the troubled state of her parents’ marriage. Maybe that was why Snape had decided to pursue that line of questioning when he was interrogating her yesterday. So much for his assumed ability to read minds.
She sat back in her chair and sighed. Although he certainly seemed to be able to send thoughts lately. If that was indeed what he was doing. Now, had she had a vivid dream about him because she had become aroused watching him eat dinner? Or had he made her watch him at dinner in order to introduce thoughts that would later arise out of her subconscious into her dreams? In other words, was he projecting unto him or was she projecting unto him? Or was this all some kind of side effect from taking that potion?
When Angelique tapped her on the shoulder about ten minutes later, she was still debating the question.
*****
Her classes that day passed by with nothing really noteworthy taking place. Some of her classmates, particularly the Ravenclaws were still interested in the details of her suspension, but there were fewer people were asking about it as time went on. Snape had not appeared in the Great Hall for either breakfast or lunch, which was not terribly unusual, and Helena had been able to eat those meals in peace and quiet.
After her last class in the afternoon, she had headed over to the library to do some studying for Arithmancy. As she passed the "Restricted Section" she paused and wondered if it would be worth her while to try and look up some information on Veritaserum. A quick search of the books in the general section revealed only very cursory information about the potion.
The problem was, you needed a teacher’s signature in order to check out a book from the "Restricted Section." Although Flitwick or Vector had often signed requests for here before, she could not imagine them not wondering why she would be coming to them for permission to check out a book on potions. Why not go to Snape?
***Oh, because I have this suspicion that he’s using some kind of weird combination of mind control and potion ingredients to control me. Not really sure yet. Just thought I’d check it out. But, I think he might get a little suspicious if I asked him to sign the permission slip for me for say, ‘Mind-Controlling Potions and the Sneaky Bastards Who Use Them.’ ***
And Madam Pince was so preternaturally suspicious she didn’t even dare bring up the subject in an attempt to find something she might have overlooked in the general section. The old biddy would probably run as fast as she could to Snape to tell them that she suspected a student was trying to get classified information.
She instead spent her time looking up some very valuable non-restricted information for a long paper on motile to non-motile Transfiguration for McGonagall. Des and Ang were also in the library and were making a perfect nuisance of themselves. She hoped they were happy, but she also wished they had stayed in the Ravenclaw Common Room to study since they were obviously much more interested in flirting and giggling than in the books they had stacked in front of them.
Lewis, on the other hand, sat down very quietly next to her, content to say hi and ask her only one or two quiet questions as the time passed. Helena was very grateful for all the consideration he was showing towards her lately, but she was beginning to wonder about something.
She hadn’t lied to Snape ("As if I could have," she thought) when she told him that she and Lewis had never been lovers or boyfriends. But, she was getting some definite signs lately that Lewis was interested in being more than a friend to her. And, she had enough on her plate right now without trying to deal with that little complication.
So, it was probably just as well that she didn’t notice that Snape had passed by the glass door of the library on his way through the hallway and stopped for a moment. His glittering black eyes focused on the table that she and Lewis were sitting at, and his gaze passed back and forth between the two of them several times before he turned on his heel and continued his journey through the hall.
At dinnertime, she headed over to the Great Hall as soon as it opened, hoping to have her dinner eaten and to have retreated from the room before Snape came in. She briefly considered moving to the opposite side of the table, where it would be impossible to look up at him, but decided this would cause too many embarrassing questions from her roommates. They would wonder why, after seven years at Hogwarts, she suddenly decided to switch from her normal seat.
To her immense discomfiture, she found that tonight Snape had arrived very early and was already at the table when she arrived. He seemed to pay no attention to her, however, giving most of his attention to Madam Hooch who was sitting beside him and gesturing vehemently as she spoke. From the pattern of her movements, Helena deduced that she was arguing with him about some point regarding Quidditch refereeing.
She was thankful that there was no soup tonight, and additionally grateful that the main entrée was a beef casserole. Besides being a favorite dish, she was hard-pressed to fine something that was remotely sexually suggestive about anything contained within it. She found to her relief, that she was able to eat her meal in relative peace and quiet before Snape did something to catch her eye.
His discussion with Madam Hooch had gone on a long time, and by the time he turned his attention to his plate, he appeared to have lost interest in the food. Or perhaps he did not like casserole to begin with. At any rate, he drew out his own wand and pointed it at his plate, and Helena could see that he had conjured up his own meal. Hooch attacked her own plate with vengeance, and appeared to find nothing strange in his behavior. Of course, as Helena could never remember watching him eat before the past few days, she did not feel free to judge if it was out of character for him to do so.
She wondered what he had ordered up for himself. And it took only a few moments before she came to the realization that he was not content with the mixture of vegetables that had been pulverized into the casserole. Instead he poured out a stream of thick, yellowish liquid unto a side plate and enthusiastically used his fork to harpoon a long spear of asparagus. He sniffed at the vegetable and the accompanying Hollandaise Sauce with approbation, and Helena watched with a strange mixture of disappointment and uncontrollable fascination as he opened his mouth and sucked in the long stalk with one gulp.
Helena felt the by now familiar tug at her heart and nether regions begin and she sighed and closed her eyes. It didn’t help. The image of him damn near performing fellatio on the poor defenseless vegetable seemed even clearer when she only imaged it. She sighed and threw down her napkin.
"Leaving without desert again?" questioned Kathleen.
"Yeah, I’m going back to the library."
"Oh, come on, Helena, you’re going to be spending more time there than Hermione Granger soon!" taunted Angelique.
Helena, hurrying away, made no reply.
"What is wrong with her lately?" asked Kathleen, worriedly.
Lewis sighed. "I don’t know. I just hope Snape is nicer to her doing their next detention."
With difficulty, Angelique kept herself from snorting pumpkin juice out her nose.
"Snape and detention naturally go together in the same sentence, but ‘nice’ is not allowed."
Lewis shook his head. "Well, something’s going on. I mean, we all know Snape is a bastard to begin with, but he’s really been out of sorts lately. I still don’t know why he all of a sudden blamed Hel for that accident in potions."
Kathleen looked up, surprised. "Oh, there’s more to it than that," she offered. She would have eagerly gone on, but there was a loud thumping noise as Angelique kicked her across the table. "Ouch!"
"Yes, and if and when Helena wants anyone else to know, she will tell them," she hissed.
"Oh, right!" Kathleen replied, hurriedly.
Lewis turned in his seat to look up at the main table. Madam Hooch was looking at Snape with a look of vexed amusement.
"Really, Snape, you seem to be positively delighting in eating your asparagus this evening," she teased.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Helena running out of the doorway on the other side of the hall. "Actually, I haven’t had this much fun in years," he replied.
"You should get out more, Professor" she remarked dryly.
He snorted. And thought to himself: "Actually, my dear Madam Hooch, I am hoping to be getting INTO something soon. Very soon."
*****
Later that night, Helena sat at the desk in her room, constantly finding her head unexpectedly drooping forward as she tried unsuccessfully to stay awake. She was trying to put the finishing touches on her Transfiguration paper, but the words were blurring before her eyes. But she was almost done. In less than fifteen minutes she could have the whole thing completed and be in bed.
A few minutes later the quill drifted out of her hand as her head fell down upon the desk.
*****
The dream began at the same exact instant it had ended the night before.
He was lying on top of her, whispering in her ear, "What do you want?"
"I want you to fuck me," she hissed back.
"Oh, he replied lazily, moving off slightly to one side and reaching down with his left hand to circle lightly around her right nipple. "That’s very kind of you, but after all-"
He moved back on top of her and thrust his hips slightly against her. His erection was painfully poking into her hipbone.
"I’m so small, you probably wouldn’t be able to feel it."
She looked up to see his black eyes blazing into her, a malicious smile upon his face.
He moved his hand further down and stroked his palm against her genitals again.
She moaned in frustration.
"Of course, my cock just might get hard and big enough-" He bent down and licked her lightly across the lips. She opened her mouth wide to kiss him, but he pulled back. "If you suck it for me."
She looked up at him, her own eyes blazing. "Yes."
"Good," he murmured.
"If you untie me."
She felt him shake with laughter. "Do you really think you’re in a ‘position’ to bargain, Miss Harrison?"
She frowned, clamping her lips tightly shut.
He laughed again. "Of course, I always intended to let you go."
He sat up and instantly she felt the shackles disappear. Her arms were aching from the uncomfortable position and she rubbed her wrists where the irons had chafed against them. When she raised her eyes, she was terrified to see that Snape had his wand in his hand, pointing straight at her eyes.
"However, I do have another condition," he said softly.
She closed her eyes as he murmured a spell. She felt something soft float against her face and when she opened her eyes she found a long, black, silk scarf lying across her face and neck. Snape was moving off of the table and she pulled herself to a kneeling position.
In an instant, he had moved behind her and caught the ends of scarf with his hands. He deftly folded it and started to place if over her eyes. "You can’t look," he warned, as he tied the ends into a tight knot about her head.
As she sat up, she had been reminded again how painfully tender her pussy was since he had coated it with the potion. She went to caress herself when she heard his voice hissing from behind her. "If you touch yourself there without my permission, I’ll have to chain you up again."
She swallowed and pulled her hand away.
"Good little girl. Now, come find me," he challenged.
She held her breath and tried to listen for him. He was no longer behind her, but she wasn’t sure where in the room he was. With difficulty, she searched with her feet and fingertips for the edge of the table. Finally finding it, she dared put her legs over the side and shivered as her bare feet contacted the cold stone floor.
"Where are you?"
"Come find me," his voice taunted. From her left.
She turned and found herself hitting a chair.
"Oh, sorry, have to come forward a little first. That’s good. A little more. Now turn left. One more step. Turn left again. Very good."
She frowned. She could swear that she wasn’t getting anywhere near him.
"Now down on your hands and knees and crawl forward slowly."
She swallowed and clenched her fists and then went to raise her hands to the blindfold.
"If you remove that, I shall not only tie you back up, I will layer your entire body with the potion and leave you. You will go mad with the sensation," his silky voice warned.
She bent down to her knees and then moved her hands forward, crawling towards him, feeling her heavy breasts sway as she inched herself forward. She felt an uncomfortable fullness between her legs as her swollen labia chafed against each other. "Are you there?"
No reply.
But…..she could smell-him? No. The potion. He had the silver bowl with the potion in it and he was waving it in the air just a few feet ahead of her.
She moved forward slowly and then she felt the tip of her left hand touch the hard, cold leather of his boot. She moved her hand up, feeling the row of buttons running down his pant cuff by his ankle. She moved her hand up and rose again to her knees. The stone was hard and brutal against her joints.
She moved her hand up his left pant leg until she got to his crotch. She ran her palm lightly over the large bulge that was tenting out the front of his pants. Her right hand joined the left as she tried to undo the buttons that fronted his fly. She undid four, five, six-was that all? As she searched for more she felt her hand hit something made out of the same, soft silk as her blind fold. His underwear. She could feel his erection throbbing behind it and a faint dampness. She reached up and found-a string? She pulled and felt the fabric loosen. His prick sprung out and brushed against her cheek, leaving a small drop of cum across it.
She went to open her mouth and again caught the strong whiff of the potion. It was holding it out to the right of her face.
"Put it on me and lick it off," he ordered.
She reached out blindly with her right fingers and finally found the cold, smooth edge of the bowl. She dipped her fingers into the soft gel and brought them back to his cock. She rubbed some unto the tip and then used her palm to warm and soften it so that she could spread it out upon the entire shaft. He was so thick that her small hands could barely circle around it. She dipped her fingertips in the lotion again and then she gently explored his glans feeling that he was uncircumcised. She gently teased up his foreskin and placed a thin film of the gel unto the exposed tip. Then she continued to stroke him with her left hand, feeling the throbbing, prominent vein along the bottom as she used her right to spread the potion unto his scrotum and balls. Then she ran her tongue up and down his shaft, the gel absorbing into the skin and into her mouth as she moved back and forth.
She heard a metallic clang as he dropped the bowl onto the floor.
"Now suck me. Just the tip at first."
She opened her mouth and he pressed in just past her lips. She tasted a combination of salty, sour fluid and the delicious potion. She sucked fiercely as her tongue slid back and forth over his foreskin. She heard him gasp in a breath and his strong hands reached up to grasp her firmly in his hands. After a few minutes, he pushed her back.
"Now suck my balls."
She leaned forward slid her tongue down the underside of his shaft. She continued the motion downward when she reached the soft, tight skin of his scrotum, licking him all over. Her tongue found the tender groove between his balls and she pushed down hard with her tongue. And then she opened her mouth wide and took his balls into her mouth one at a time, sucking on them hungrily. She felt his hands in her hair, jerking her head back.
"Take it all in your mouth."
She started to open her mouth and then moved back. She felt his hand impatiently tug her forward. "But you’ll stop me before you come. And fuck me?" Her pussy was burning and aching to be touched.
"Yes," he promised.
She opened her mouth and he thrust in. She started to gag and he pulled slightly out, only to thrust right back in. She controlled the reflex this time and felt him go deeply into her throat, her nose pushed up into the wiry bush of his pubic hair. Her mouth felt stretched and uncomfortably tight. Would he even fit in her cunt?
He moved his hands back to the side of her face and she fell into a rhythm with him, raising her own hands to balance herself on his hips as they stroked back and force. Holding him tightly with her lips as he pulled out, stroking him firmly with her tongue as she took him in. She dropped one of her hands to cradle his balls and felt them stiffen as his orgasm approached.
She murmured incoherently when he suddenly pulled away. She felt the warm spurt of his semen spray out upon her throat and breasts. And she cried out in anger.
*****
"Nooooo!"
She was awake. In her room. The candle almost burnt out. The paper she had been lying on was smudged and dirty and she could bet that the side of her face was smeared with ink.
She looked over at the clock. Two o’clock this time. She staggered over to her bed and threw the cover back. She sat on the side of the bed and quickly removed her skirt and underwear. She threw herself into the bed, pulled the cover up and began to masturbate again. She found it even harder to come tonight, and she finally ended up turning over, hunching herself up on her knees and wishing she had a vibrator as she moved back and forth, imagining that she was impaled upon his long, thick cock.
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