The Tenth Rule

Chapter 11.



Chapter Eleven. Breach Of Regulations







“What are you standing there for Miss Pearson, you are letting the potion solidify!”



Professor Snape's voice cut through the still air and Alice’s stunned inaction. She was both thrilled and dismayed that she suddenly found herself alone with the potions master once more. Much as she had longed for this, she had dreaded it also.



He walked towards her, his face set sternly. He glanced into the cauldron and then suddenly took the ladle from her and began to fold and stir the rapidly thickening liquid, his face, his whole concentration focused on the potion as he watched its consistency slowly begin to thin. How she longed for him to look at her with such absoratteattention! The whole of Snape's concentration was immersed in saving the potion. It was always fascinating to watch him. Whenever he brewed potions he held everyone captivated. In Professor Snape’s more than capable hands, he made potion making an awe-inspiring art form.



Alice stood beside him, very aware of her proximity to him. Her heart thumped rapidly. She could not bring herself to look him in the eye.



“Fold and stir from the outside in, to then stir and fold from the inside out," he hissed, his expression venomous as he stared down at her, hng tng the ladle towards her.



Determined not to look up at him, she took the ladle from him. Annoyed with herself that her hand trembled slightly, she dipped the ladle into the potion and began to stir. It felt different, smoother, and less resistant than all the time she had been preparing and stirring it.



“Fold and stir from the outside in,” he murmured after several minutes of watching her, his voice now deep and melodious, soothing, and Alice almost caved in on herself, despairing at the feelings welling up inside her that she so desperately wanted to deny, but ash ash as she fought to strangle them, so with equal ferocious passion she wished that he would step closer to her and place his broad hand over hers and guide her.



Tense seconds past as he stood beside her, watching her. The silence was terrible but she knew Professor Snape was not a person to indulge in idle chat to pass the time, nor could she anyway; she couldn’t bring herself to say anything to him.



“Very well, that is enough,” he said at last, “extinguish the fire and then bottle the potion whilst it remains warm. Do not allow it to solidify.”



He turned away from her to return to his desk to resume his marking of the day’s essays. For the next twenty minutes Alice toiled with the time consuming task of ladling the potion from the cauldron into huge glass bottles, so absorbed in the task and fearful she would spill any she was totally unaware that Professor Snape would pause in his ruthless red ink lined decimation of some unfortunate students paper to watch her at work. His dark-eyed glances veiled by his curtain of black hair that hung forward, he studied the intense concentration on her small featured face, how the heat from the cauldron had forced her to remove her protective coand tnd that workworked in her school blouse and skirt, her cheeks flushed from the heat and exertion, the sleeves of her blouse rolled up to reveal the delicate line of her slim forearms, her tiny wrists, her elegant small hands. As she bent to retrieve each bottle from the floor beside her to fill with the potion, Professor Snape caught tantalizing glimpses of silken inner thigh, the delicate taut fragility of the back of her knee as her skirt would ride up fractionally. Images of her as she lay across the desk after he had punished her and touched her intimately came to the forefront of his mind as it often had since that night. The sight, feel, smell of her had burned into him like a brand and remained with him constantly; and he enjoyed the continuous deliciously erotic sexual anticipation it had created thereon.



He knew by her reactions towards him since that night she had liked what he had subjected her to even though she was ashamed to admit it even to herself. He had purposely avoided any further sexual contact with her since then to observe her reactions and whether she would report him to Professor Dumbledore.



For several days he had, rather perversely, enjoyed the tension of whether she would report him or not, and she hadn’t. That alone told him she had accepted what he had done to her and was possibly agreeable for more. That constantly irritating friend of hers, Bethany Beddows had fallen foul of the angst of his sexual tension, and she had surprised him with her reaction towards him. Despite his dislike of her he had had every intention of corrupting her along with Alice Pearson, but it seemed she was more wil willing anyway, and had demonstrated that to him quite eagerly. She would need very little work, unlike her very reticent friend. It excited him to torment Alice Pearson with her desires she so desperately wanted to deny, to force her to submit to her needs, to make her realize and admit what she wanted instead of pretending she did not.



For Professor Snape sexual fulfilment did not come from his pleasure alone. In his long years of experience sex with a responsive female increased his personal sexual enjoyment a hundred times more so than deriving relief through a resigned unresponsive one, or the tiresome efforts of restraining a struggling, fighting, screaming one, though he knew many of his Death Eater colleagues had preferences for that sort of entertainment. Professor Snape had found it the most stimulating of all to induce pleasure they did not wish to feel or experience from him; forced orgasm. It increased the intensity of his enjoyment by making them experience pleasure against their will, to give them sexual pleasure that they did not want to feel or experience. That was far more rewarding and satisfying to him. Times and circumstances had changed however, and for years now he was resigned to the relief of his hand or visits to Knockturn Alley. Neither gave true satisfaction only serving to make him feel more disgruntled and frustrated. Now all that was about to change. He was puzzled why he had never thought of this before? Perhaps it was because he wasn’t so desperate before he answered himself dryly.



As she poured the last drop of the potion into the bottle, she cleaned and tidied up the utensils, cleaned the cauldron and satisfied she had completed her detention for the night proceeded to pull on her school robe, ready to leave. She wasn’t sure if she was happy or disappointed he had not made any attempt to approach her sexually.



“I have not dismissed you yet Miss Pearson,” announced Snape as he continued to scrawl some unflattering comment at the base of another essay.



“I...I’ve bottled the entire potion Sir as you asked me to, and I have cleaned up,” she replied, puzzled.



“Indeed you have,” he replied airily, eyebrows raised as he placed the quill into the inkwell and looked up at her.



Alice couldn’t hide the dismay on her face. It was well past midnight, she was tired and the tension of being alone with Professor Snape was stretching her nerves to breaking point. He wasn’t going to set her another task surely?



He rose from his chair and stepped off the dais to the classroom floor. Instinctively Alice knew something was about to happen, though his face gave no expression other than its usual stern set. He stood there, did not approach her, and folded his arms across his chest, a familiar stance he adopted whenever he prowled the classroom observing the students work, or about to start a lecture.



The silence in the dungeon was stifling, though Alice felt it was more to do with her nervousness.



“Several days ago I reprimanded you for your ill manners and lack of respect. I am pleased to see it had the desired effect and you have not given me reason to have to repeat it.”



Alice stood rigid to the spot. Her heart thumped rapidly and all tiredness left her body, filled now with the rush of adrenaline, half of excited anticipation the other half absolute fearful dread. She said nothing, as she was certain the professor’s announcement was just the introduction of what was to come.



“I also recall reprimanding you concerning your breach of the strict regulations regarding full school uniform.”



Alice tried to swallow at a suddenly very dry throat. “I….” she stammered, her voice had fled her. She couldn’t speak and now she wished she had never thought about wearing those black thongs. It no longer seemed a good idea now she was actually there, alone with him!



“Are you in full uniform as I instructed?”



".I..I ….Professor….N..no.” Alice floundered.



“No?” He repeated his face of stone yet his obsidian eyes glaring hotly at her. Was it from anger or passion? She was too young and inexperienced to know. “No, you are not wearing full school uniform as you were told to?”



Alice squeezed her hands tightly into fists, grateful for the pain her nails created in the flesh of her palms.



“Professor Snape…I don’t think what I wear underneath my urm irm is …is anything to do with you, or makes any difference to my school work or anything…”



“Really Miss Pearson? Then why do you think those rules are made? They have a very real purpose and it does have something to do with me. I must, as all the professors and teachers here, ensure school rules are obeyed.”



Alice did not reply. She just watched him and to her shame she could feel her excitement building rapidly. What was he going to do?





Alice shook her head slowly, almost imperceptibly as she saw him make a slow approach towards her, his arms still folded across his chest.



“Young girls of your age are prone to huge hormonal influences and urges they find difficult to control, some more than others and already you have displayed your susceptibility to your…needs.”



Alice’s face flushed a deep red knowing he was referring to that night and her responses.



He stood beside her, looking down at her from his superior height.



“These hormonal influences often disturb and detract from your lessons and studies, making your...mind …wander onto...things ... you should not be thinking of.”



Professor Snape's voice as always was produced very deep in his throat, some words almost drawn out as though reluctant to part with them though it was to exaggerate, stress or underline their importance, and often murmured in the most seductive of tones.



“It can also encourage flirtatious behaviour towards the male students, and distract them.”



“Professor Snape...I do not flirt!” She protested in a strong whisper, the most she could summon. His proximity was both frightening and exciting her.



He did not reply. The seconds ticked by, an eon passed, the atmosphere in the room thick with restrained sexual tension.



“Raise your skirt Miss Pearson so that I can see if you have obeyed school rules.” His deep voice wrapped about her in its firm command.



“Professor Snape…” Oh she wanted to, so much, bt wat was so wrong. ”...this isn’t right.”



Professor Snape's eyes narrowed as he stared down at the top of her head. “Miss Pearson, are you defying me? Do you wish to be spanked again for your insubordination?”



“N…no…not again,” she replied quickly.



”Let me remind you, you are on the threshold of being expelled from Hogwarts, “ he added for good measure.



“Oh...Professor Snape, don’t please! I am trying to be good!” She exclaimed.



“Very well,” he replied. “In appreciation of the ...sensitivity of the matter, I can summon at least one witness to establish whether or not you are wearing full uniform?…”



“ No!” She interrupted.



“Then do as you are told now,” he stated firmly.



Professor Snape took two steps back from her and watched her. She could not bring herself to look up at him.



“Miss Pearson. “



Alice grasped the hem of her skirt and felt both thrilled yet distraught at having to expose herself to Professor Snape once again. But wasn’t this what she had been hoping for? Is that not why she had endured the discomfort of wearing those thongs in the hopes he would see them, to incite the reaction she hoped from him? The air was chilly upon her legs.



It was so humiliating, embarrassing but incredibly exciting as she slowly pulled her skirt up. Coyly she glanced beneath her lashes to see his reaction. His face of stone his eyes however intense were fixed on her, to then quickly flick down to her increasingly exposed thighs and then…a reaction she had not expected made her whimper as in one large stride he came up to her, his face severe.



“Just as I thought. So, you continue to flout the authority of this school and its rules. Bend over that desk Miss Pearson,” he said impatiently as though irritated.



Professor Snape had been shocked and delighted by what he had seen but did not want to convey his pleasure at her choice of underwear. On her innocent form that black silk material increased its erotic intensions threefold, and the surge of sexual arousal that burst through him at the sight erupted in frustrated anger. She was testing his restraint to the limit.



Alice had not expected this incensed reaction and whimpered her confusion and fear. To avoid the fearsome expression on his face she was only too grateful to turn away and rest upon the nearest desk, grateful for its support as her legs trembled violently. What had she done? Wasn’t thongs supposed to be one of the most sexiest underwear garments on the market? Certainly that was the impression she got from overhearing fellow students talking and all the advertisements in magazines! Alice felt helpless at her naivety.



He stood close behind her, looking down at her enjoying the innocence of her in such an erotic pose. Suddenly to her surprise she felt the strip of silk being pulled from the crevice where it had settled between her buttocks as Professor Snape ran his fingers slowly back and forth on the material. To her intense embarrassment she knew as his fingers slid down the material he would feel her wetness upon them from her prolonged arousal in his presence this evening.



“You act with such modesty yet look at you,” he stated quietly with a disturbingly calm contrast to the ange die displayed seconds ago. Professor Snape found Alice Pearson’s denial of her sexual nature intensely arousing. Her body betrayed her and she was more than ready for sexual activity, and yet still she denied it. Difficult as it was, Snape decided to stay with her charade, knowing it would be doubly exciting to force Miss Pearson to experience her pleasure against her will and to also make her give pleasure against her will. How different to her friend Miss Beddows. No force would be needed with her.



He suddenly let the material go, and then almost instantly she felt the material become excruciatingly tight as he tugged the thong upwards. Alice gasped at the sensation as much as in shock at what he was doing. Immediately the material at the front slipped between her femininity and pressed hard against her already sensitised and slightly swollen flesh. She felt his knuckles scrape roughly against her lower back and buttocks as he wound the material tighter and tighter around his fingers. The silk little more than a thin decorative strip was now no more than a shoestrings width, wet and rubbed and pressed against her in the most agonisingly yet surprisingly pleasurable way.



He stepped closo heo her and she felt him against her leg, the material of his trousers barely scraping against her soft smooth skin, not quite pressing, but there, careful not to let her feel his hardening length, his teachers robes an occasional gentle caress as they brushed against her. He leant forwards his face inches above hers.



“These are NOT the knickers you should be wearing Miss Pearson!” He hissed savagely, tugging at the material again, pulling it tighter still whilst with his free hand he suddenly delivered a powerfully stinging slap to her exposed buttock… “These are not even appropriate underwear for a girl your age!” Another hard tug and he slapped her again, the force making Alice lurch forward, the desk screeched against the stone floor.



Tears filled Alice’s eyes, the stinging of her flesh dreadful but she said nothing. The humiliation at what he was doing to her was awful, and yet what was worse it was arousing her so much it was an effort not to groan her pleasure. What was the matter with her?



“Wearing such apparel underlines what have I told you. The evidence is quite clear! They are wet Miss Pearson.” He delivered another resounding blow to her buttock, which was beginning to glow.



“ Such garments incite wantonness. You are too young to cope with it. There must be a reason you have worn these. Who’s benefit have you worn these for?”



He pulled, sawed and tugged the material again. The sensations it created were unbearable. Alice struggled to remain still.



“N...no one! “ She blubbed.



“Do not lie to me! “ He suddenly relaxed his hold on the material and pulled it from her, his fingers once more feeling the entire length of the silk, spreading her nectar along the whole length of the material. He breathed deeply, her scent intoxicating his senses.



“These have been worn for a purpose, not practicality. You were wearing these for someone, who?”



“N…no one!” She implored. She could not admit to him it was for him. She didn’t want him to know!



“This is the sort of underwear girls wear that indulge in dirty and disgusting behaviour,” he tugged at the material again forcing it hard once more against her sensitive flesh, her enflamed clitoris rigid though slippery from her arousal was mashed by the silk.



“Are you wearing these to show the boys? Excite them by letting them look but tot touch? You are a bad immoral girl Miss Pearson!”



How he did it she did not know but it was certainly not accidental, he never did anything without knowing exactly what he was doing. With each forceful tug and pull, it sawed against her, rubbed, pressed and manipulated that small piece of firm flesh roughly. Alice clung to thektopktop trying to resist the intense pleasure he was creating. Her eyes were closed, shut tight whilst hot tears seeped from beneatr lir lids. Her whole body was stimulated with a sexual hunger that yawned like a huge chasm inside her. She wanted him, needed him. Her breasts crushed beneath her weight ached to be touched and fondled by him. Her breathing was heavy through her open mouth, and she began to feel condensation forming against her cheek from the cold wood of the desktop.



Professor Snape was breathing heavily also, his aroused state was violent and vicious. He wanted to take her so much, but histroltrol on himself was superior to his needs and took sadistic delight in humiliating her, knowing she was enjoying every moment of his rough treatment of her. Little quiet, demure Alice Pearson had a tendency to masochism that delighted Snape’s tendency to erotic sadism.



“Are you going to tell me who you have worn them for?” He was surpr at at his persistence. He wasn’t…jealous was he? No he corrected himself, it was nothing to do with jealousy, it was proprietary. She was his and he was determined that he had sole and exclusive rights to her.



“No one. Professor Snape - I’ve not worn them for any boy!”



“You expect me to believe you are in such an aroused condition for no reason at all? Could it be this kind of treatment excites you then?”



Before Alice had time to realise, let alone protest, he moved her. Snape’s broad hand clamped down on her right shoulder and spun her to face him. The expression on her face appealed to him. She blinked numbly, shocked, caught in a haze of arousal. Strands of her blonde hair had come loose and hung over her eyes. She looked like an almost clichéd fantasy - a young, pretty schoolgirl with adult underwear on and skirskirt hitched up around her waist. Her legs were spread and the taut strip of black silk split her femininity obscenely as though it were some erotic torturous device. Snape forced that thought from his mind; that was something to be considered…later. What made this moment so deliciously different was the authenticity - here, so exquisitely before him, was virginal Alice Pearson, the girl who had probably not even kissed a boy. But perhaps she might surprise him.



Alice felt a cry building in her throat as the edge of the desk cut into the tender flesh of her thighs and her sore bottom. Snape observed as her inexperienced though feeling body subconsciously responded to her desires; her hips raising slightly from the desk, a silent offering of her tight little virginal cleft. He stepped back, waiting for her reaction.



She was wonderful to watch. In her lupine eyes burnt a desire that she probably couldn't understand, but it made her look wilful and passionate. Her lips were swollen with her arousal, and her cheeks delicately flushed. Her uniform was crumpled and dishevelled, and the pale skin of her inner thighs was taut and smooth. Her breath came in ragged jolts, catching in her throat where, if he looked close enough, her pulse could be seen.



Snape folded his arms across his chest as if in deep thought. He loved watching Alice hover in this no-mans'-land of sexual experience - she had no idea what to do.



"Tell me, Miss Pearson…this behaviour cannot come without a stage of development , shall we say. It would interest me to know where it has been nurtured."



He saw confusion flicker across her features.



"I…I don't understand."



"I don't believe there is much to understand. What I ask of you is to inform me of all experiences that may resin sin such…behaviour. Experiences with other boys, for example. Experiences in which you have felt sexual arousal."



Amidst the heat of her arousal, Alice felt a cold stab of embarrassment. However, it was not at the more obvious fact that her teacher was asking her to relar ser sexual experiences, it had more to do with the fact that she had very little to tell him.



"I…I, don't think I have ever done anything…sexual before."



"And you expect me to believe that?" Of course he did, he could tell she was pure. He could tell even without examining her. There was something fragile and uncorrupted about her demeanour, which made her appetite even more fascinating.



Then she did something that surprised him. Alice, slowly coming out of the euphoria that comes with physical contact, jolted suddenly as though she were to make for the door. Snape, with his lightening-fast reflexes, caught her knobbly wrist in one hand and forced her back against the desk. The speed of his actions forced them closer together, and this nearly drove Alice mad. Adrenaline, mixed potently with fear, pumped through her, and it seemed to make every nerve stretch. Her breathing, heavy and rapid, so that every time she exhaled her stomach grazed his. Alice swallowed as he inched closer, his trousered leg between hers, the material brushing her inner thighs, and that was when Alice felt it. Its hard thick length pressed against his trousers and grazed her thigh. It felt strange and exciting at the same time, it exhilarated her that she had aroused him to this state, that he wanted her. She’d only ever seen a couple of small and fuzzy photos of a naked man, so obscure and taken from a great distance it was almost indiscernible. She’d often listened to the girls joke and talk about the boy’s penis’s they’d seen or had experience of , and she and Bethany had discussed this subject often and usually with great amusement; but Alice wasn't laughing now. Professor Snape was certainly not a boy, and the thought of what he could do with it to her filled her with as much fear as excitement. Snape swallowed a smirk as he saw the emotions race across her face at the feel of him against her to then feel her legs open infinitesimally about him. For all her fears and reluctance; her body betrayed her.<>
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His hand snaked up to her face, long fingers tracing about her jaw before grasping her chin, forcing her to look at him.



"I believe I asked something of you. I do not take kindly to disobedience."



"I've…I've never…"



The words caught in Alice's throat. She felt so young, so naïve, contrasting painfully with the sexual maturity of the situation she was in. Her lips were parted, and Snape drank in the sight of her. had had to call upon all his powers of control to resist lifting her upon that desk and taking her, splitting her, feeling her pliant form writhe underneath hir />r />


"I've never slept with anyone."



Snape imitated an expression of consideration. He stepped away from her, he had to, although he still loomed tall and close.



"I do not necessarily mean sexual intercourse, Miss Pearson. Yre wre well aware of the fact that it does not hto oto occur in order to arouse a person."



Alice, aroused but mentally confused, lowered her eyes.



"I've kissed someone."



Snape momentarily wondered how ardent Alice may be. He had imagined her to be quite chaste in such a situation.



"Did they touch you?"



Alice raised her gaze to his, inexplicably frightened. She hadn't even told Bethany the entire extent of what had happened between her and Dominic. It had seemed fairly innocent in comparison to what a lot more of the school were doing, but it made Alice feel slightly dirty. She would realise later that the irony was quite lost in the moment.



She nodded.



Snape had to stop himself from raising an eyebrow.



"Where?"



Alice's breath hitched audibly in her throat - she was unable to articulate her confession. Her heart thumping in her chest, she slowly raised a quivering hand and place trembling fingers just above the swell of her small bt, ht, hidden by her white shirt. Snape leant forward and plucked her hand away, his knuckles grazing her exposed skin where she had unfastened a few buttons. The touch reverberated through him.



"You let a boy touch you here, Miss Pearson?"



Alice hesitated before she nodded slowly, not sure where Snape was taking this.



"And you believe that this is acceptable behaviour?"



"I…Professor Snape, please!"



Grabbing her shoulder once more, Snape spun Alice around and forced her back into her original position at the desk, his weight bearing down on her, his black hair grazing her cheek, his fingers finding her underwear once more.



"It is bad enough to indulge in solicitations with boys of your own age, Miss Pearson," he hissed, "but to expose yourself and behave in a lewd manner before someone superior in age and standing…"



He pulled with extreme force on the thong once more crushing her hard and exposed clitoris, the sensation almost shot Alice to climax. Her gasp of ecstasy was not lost on Snape.



Suddenly he pulled back from her and pulled her thong down roughly, the material cutting and biting in to the flesh of her legs. He paused momentarily as he bent to lower them from her legs to breathe deep and take in her scent. He already knew her taste but wanted to sample it directly from the source, to lick at her. With anger, he denied himself and continued to tug the material down. He pulled her feet from them and held what almost looked like a tangle of liquorice from his fingers.



“Lower your skirt, and turn around.” he commanded.



Alice was in a state of high arousal. She did not want him to know but obviously he did. Lowering her skirt she turned about and faced him, keeping her eyes lowered. He saw that she glanced at the front of his trousers and looked away quickly.



Her naivety and inexperience made her face flame deep red at what she had seen. Alice felt so embarrassed and scared.



“Look at me!” He commanded.



Alice looked up and saw her underwear hanging from his finger and then up to his face. Sternerceerce, his whole stance imposing.



“You, Miss Pearson, are ing ing tendencies towards behaviour that is totally unacceptable to a girl of your age. This needs to be corrected before it is too late. This…underwear...if this is the effect such item of clothing does to you, you are not to wear them. “



Alice stood there, enflamed beyond understanding.



“IF as you claim no one is arousing you, then you need something to detract from this reaction. Tomorrow you are to sit at the front desk here Miss Pearson, without underwear. “



Alice’s face crumpled with appalled disbelief. ” B...but!”



“No Miss Pearson. You will do as you are told. “



Professor Snape couldn’t believe what he was saying but he could not seem to stop himself.



“You shall pull your skirt up and let it remain throughout the entire lesson so I will see that you have obeyed me. You will also sit with your legs spread as wide as possible. Such an ignominious position before your hated potions master will surely dispel any further lewd sensations, and perhaps for once have you concentrating on your work.”



“Professor Snape...this surely cannot be allowed, this is totally wrong! I can’t do that!” She whined.



“You can and you will."



“ But…I will be seen!”



“By no one other than myself. You shall be at the desk at the front. Those behind you will not see. I will be the only one. Now go.”

Dismayed, Alice turned away from him not quite sobbing but humiliated, aroused, confused, a turmoil of feelings that exhausted her and set her nerves totally on edge. Why was she going along with this?



Because she enjoyed it ,she replied to herself.



Slamming the classroom door behind her she almost collapsed in pure fright when Bethany suddenly almost pounced on her.



“Beth!” She exclaimed, angrily. ”What are you doing?”



Bethany stared at her friend, trying desperately to take in any detail that may indicate what had happened. Her uniform was crumpled, and her skin was flushed, but this could easily be the result of more tasks.



“I…I just wanted to make sure you were all right, he seems to…to pick on you a lot,” she lied.



“Of course I am all right!“ She snapped. Was Bethany spying on her? "Why are you so interested, anyway? Haven't you got anything better to do than hang around outside and wait to see what I got up to in detention?"



Bethany was taken back by her reaction, she could see her face was red and tears marked her cheeks. She consciously avoided Alice's caustic yet accurate observation.



“W...what happened?”



“Nothing! Why do you think something did?! He’s just a bastard, a cold, cruel sadistic bastard! Christ, I could really do without this, you know. As if detention wasn't bad enough, I have you hounding me like no-one's business!"



Alice's voice had begun to crack, heavy with tears. She turned and started to walk away, smothering them in her palm, but Bethany caught up with her.



"I'm only doing this because I care! What would you rather me do, just go back to my room and just hope that it'll go okay? Chances are it won't, Alice, and you know that."



Alice spun around, and something flashed in her eyes that unnerved Bethany.



"Yes, I'm fully aware of that. I know how bloody hard detention is, Beth, and I don't need your educated guess to confirm my suspicions. Is it any wonder I’m upset like this? I have an evening of slaving over mind-numbing tasks with someone I would rather not spend time with. The man takes pride in humiliating me - that hardly makes for good company, does it?"



Bethany succumbed to the jealousy that had been gnawing away at her. Ali con contempt for her concern - albeit veiled - stung her.



"I don't know about that, you seem to making such a habit of it that I wonder if being hauled up in front of a class and belittled is such a chore for you. Tell me, Alice, did he make you recite the ten rules again?"



Alice's mouth fell open, and her cheeks flushed from pink to crimson, eyes narrowed. She felt as though she had been punched.



"I'm going to bed," she muttered, and nearly ran down the corridor.



Bethany watched her friend storm past her. Worried for her but also somewhat spitefully pleased. She would hardly leave the Potions Classroom in such an upset state if anything pleasurable had happened; but then, she recalled how she had fled from the classroom, and it had been pleasurable albeit tormenting.



Neither girl had realised that Professor Snape had heard every word. He smiled wickedly to himself as his let the door close quietly, but not before allowing himself a final glimpse of Bethanylicelice's footsteps had finally descended into silence, and he relished the sight of the girl stood alone. Her shirt was crumpled where she had slumped against the wall, and her cheeks were pink with dried tears. Her eyes were laden with infinite emotions, and her arms lay heavy at her sides as dejection sunk in, cold and insidious. Casting one final look down the corridor, Bethany wrapped her arms around her stomach and made her way to her bedroom.



Professor Snape walked briskly to his private office thatnectnected to the classroom and began to make preparations. In this room he stored his most rare and special potions that only he had access to. The room was in shadowed semi darkness; a single candle flame flickered gently. There was a distinct divide in this chamber between a dark netherworld and the world that belonged to Hogwarts, kept in balance and harmony by the power of the man that sat at the scarred and ancient bench, his shadow looming high against the cold stonewalls.



Reaching up to the second shelf before him, he took a small ceramic jar, and opened it, withdrawing an eyeball with optic nerves and veins still attached he severed and removed the thick main central retinal vein and then extracted the little pink fleshy tear duct, no larger than a grape pip, he inserted it into the severed vein, the eyeball discarded. It was a painstakingly slow and intricately delicate task, requiring great dexterity and nimbleness of fingers, but Professor Snape had limitless patience and skill, something he had had to acquire over the years of potion making and spying, and this was by no means a difficult piece of enchantment, just time consuming. He did not particularly wish to resort to such adolescent trickery, preferring to use his own skills and efforts and not magic, but he wished to hasten the inevitable conclusion, his urgency was becoming arduous and difficult to control, this little trick would just precipitate her desperation for physical satisfaction, by him.



By the time he had finished he had made a replica in image, texture and colour the female clitoris, complete with tiny hood. With a fine spatula Professor Snape scraped the moisture of Alice from the material of her thong and with a murmured spell and the addition of a tiny drop of a silver potion he smoothed it onto his creation and then placed it inside a small marble box to keep it cool and fresh for use the next day.



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