My Obsession

A/N This particular piece of work is only going to get darker and less kid-friendly as it progresses, so please, if you think the content of this piece might offend you, do not read.




I do not think that I could ever explain to anyone, in any given situation, just how I felt about her without sounding absolutely mad. But that's just it, I was absolutely mad. I was absolutely mad over her. Everything about her ignited a flame in my core that coursed out through my veins and consumed me entirely. Oh, to consume her, and to have her. There was nothing else I had ever been driven to wanting so badly. I wanted to own every part of her and hide her away from the rest of the world like the selfish man I was. How foolish I had been. She was, if you could not already tell, my obsession... and, coincedentally, she also happened to be quite the downfall of me.

I didn't like to think of what I had done as 'kidnapping'. She was hardly a child anymore when I slipped a deep sleeping potion into her goblet at supper one night. You'd think eating dinner with the entire Order might make you as safe as can be. I suppose safe as can be is still not quite safe enough, because I noticed the way she stumbled up the stairs to her bed. After that it was simple enough to apparate into her room once I had pretended to leave headquarters, the crack not even managing to rouse her from her sleep. God, she was beautiful when she slept. She was beautiful when she did anything. I savored the feeling of her weight in my arms as I lifted her, her scent of strawberries filling my lungs. She shifted slightly, grumbling. Oh, I had so many plans for her.

I had arranged for a house, just for the two of us. Bewitching the owners to want to go on an extended vacation had been simple, so I was able to chose the perfect home for us. It was a two-story cottage, miles and miles from any human contact. Beautiful woods surrounded it, as well as a large pond in the back. I made sure there were plenty of wildflowers growing along the fences and the side of the house. I knew, from my months of studying her, that she enjoyed wildflowers. I enchanted geese to swim in the pond, and made sure that the inside of the house was as pleasant as the outside. I wanted everything to be perfect for her. It's needless to say that as I apparated onto the front path, I was a little disappointed that she was unconscious, and unable to see the house for the first time. It was no matter though, she would have plenty of time to explore it with me once she awoke. Oh, hadn't I mentioned the best part? Offical Order business had sent me to Egypt to look for clues about The Dark Lord. I knew there were no tips to be found in Egypt, so felt guiltless about spending time with my newly accquired treasure.

I was there when she woke up. Slowly she began to stir, twisting and stretching until her arms felt the resistance of the chains. Her eyes opened and she sat up slowly. It was so glorious, watching my angel awaken. The look of panic on her face was like sweet candy to me as she noticed her arms were chained to a metal hook on her headboard and also that she was not in the room she had fallen asleep in. She spotted me sitting in a chair on the other side of the room and I couldn't help but smile. I was glad to see that the fun was ready to begin.

"Snape! What's going on, where am I?! Why am I chained up?!"

In the long period of time she had spent asleep, I had almost forgotten how much I adored her voice. Yes, that voice that I wanted to hear whisper and sing and scream. I found myself getting aroused and had to cut off my train of thought as I saw her try and pry the metal hook from the headboard, pulling on the chains quite violently. My good mood was suddenly gone as I watched my little angel misbehave. My face became stern as I strode across the room quickly, twisting my hand into her beautiful red hair. She screamed and dropped the chain immediately, but I knew that she needed to be punished.

"I don't want to hurt you, but it's the only way for you to learn your lessons." I said as sat down on the edge of the bed, pulling her across my lap by her hair and making sure she was laying stomach-down.

"Don't touch me!"

I was suprised, but not displeased with the note of fear in her voice. She should fear her punishments, and I hoped that I would not have to do them too terribly often. Positioning her so that her stomach was across my thighs, I kept one of my hands firmly gripping her hair while the other reached over and began to pull up the hem of her nightgown. She must have noticed what I was doing because her legs began to kick rather spastically, while she screamed,

"Stop! Don't!"

I jerked on her hair violently and was satisifed when she gave out a sharp cry of pain and stopped kicking. I was then able to pull her nightgown the rest of the way up and reveal her beautiful bum, clad in rather innocent looking white cotton panties. I felt myself swell against the front of my pants while I rubbed my hand over her cheeks, squeezing them each in turn and teasing my fingers up and down her crack, pressing the fabric into it slightly. Without warning I drew my hand back and planted a firm smack across one of the cheeks.

Her scream was like music to my ears, and instantly I was addicted. Her screams turned to sobs as I rained blows on her delicious butt, loving the feel of it jiggle beneath my palm with every strike. Over and over and over again, I ignored the stinging in my hand and continued to give her her punishment. The constant smacking noises, along with her hysterical crying, made my erection almost painful. She had such a small, tight little rear that I really couldn't stop myself, and continued to spank her after I was more then sure she had learned her lesson. After a while my arm began to feel heavy as I lifted it, and I slowly came to a stop. I wanted to see my work, so I took the back of her panties and pulled them towards her head, wedging the fabric right inbetween her cheeks. She groaned and wiggled, obviously uncomfortable with the sensation. God, the way her pale skin tinted pink, then red, was masterful. I smiled softly and bent down, placing a kiss against her red, raw skin. I still remember how warm it was against my lips. I straightened myself back up and released her hair, letting her scramble out of my lap and back against the headboard, where she continued to cry and glare at me, crouching on her knees awkwardly so nothing touched her tender bottom.

"You're a fucking sick pervert!" she shouted through tears, cowering as I simply stood up and examined the large bulge in the front of my pants. I frowned at her.

"Come now, there's no need to be like that. I'll just have to see if you're feeling any friendlier by dinnertime." With that, I turned and strode out of the door, closing it and listening through it as she screamed in frustration. I shook my head slowly and chuckled under my breath. I felt positive she would come around.