To Covet and Consume
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Hello there! Just to let you all know that I am a mere 3 chapters away from the beginnings to some nice smut! I needed to build up the plot properly to make this smut good and yummy. Its funny how the smut I can write forever, but make me do some back story and plot and seize up! ;)
Glad you still like it. I love the reviews! Hope this chapter gets me some more. Trust me... they do help when the infamous writers Block attackes. Anywho! I hope to write all three chapters tomorrow. It never fails. The muse hits when I must sleep since I work in 7 hours *sigh*.
Big thanks goes to Amber who helped me add some dirty thoughts to what I thought was a boring chapter. Hope you like it!
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After such an off putting discussion as Lucius and his marital problems I have decided to start my rounds early, more specifically a solitary walk through the castle grounds. I exit my rooms and don my casual scowl, which generally stops any curfew breakers on sight, before making my way to the front doors.
The sky is quite clear and the night relatively warm, I must thank Merlin for small blessings such as these. I begin with the perimeter of the castle and attempt to forget the pending doom my hollow words of solace to Lucius most likely triggered. I even allow myself to hope that what Lucius went through in his school years really was just a phase, because I have no desire to deal with that again.
I force myself to drop such thoughts of Lucius and concentrate on the calm of this evening and my assistant. Now, as much as I would prefer to lock Miss Granger in my dungeons and throw away the key, I highly doubt her Head of House would approve. The question is: how many hours could I schedule her without drawing any unwanted attention from the other two thirds of the Golden Trio or my own peers? Not many is the mildly depressing answer, unless of course I come up with a potion that could effect the out come of this war or even tip the scales in favor of the light. If I accomplished that and brought forth the downfall of the Dark Lord, then Albus would most likely refuse to continue to pay me for my spy services. On the other more hopeful hand, I will no longer need these forms of payment because it was her Potion Master that Miss Granger was dreaming about and not some pathetic were-beast, and then she would willingly allow me to lock her in with me and destroy the key. I should have pleasant dreams tonight.
After my lengthy walk of the grounds I slip back inside to finish the remainder of my duties. Scowl back in place as I make my way to the highest tower to start my internal rounds of the school, making my way back towards my rooms, bed and dreams. I climb the last staircase to the astronomy tower after placing a silencing charm on myself. I carefully open the door, as not to make it squeak, ready to deduct any points from the students within. To my sadistic glee there is one rule breaker out and about.
“Do you usually walk Hogwarts grounds, sir, at this time of night?” the lone figure asks before I can utter a word.
“Were you spying on me, Miss Granger?”
She snorts in the darkness, “Only for the last fifteen minutes, Professor. The tower was the last on my agenda tonight. Thought I would appreciate the rare clear night after deducting a total of house points you would be proud of from the 7th years I caught up here.”
“Really?” I thank the darkness for hiding my hint of a smile at her cheeky reply, “How many points?”
The moonlight does not allow her the same courtesy, her soft smile is clearer than the stars on this cloudless night. “40 from both the male and the female, the position I found them in was quite compromising.”
I snort, “I would have taken 50 points.” I say honestly.
I watch her grin widen. “Ah, I forgot to mention that the points were from Slytherin, sir.”
Maybe not, 40 points is adequate for my own house. “Who was it that lost Slytherin so many points?” I ask calmly. If they were not sneaky enough to avoid getting caught by the Head Girl then so be it.
“Crabbe and Goyle.”
“WHAT?” I was under the impression they were dating two 5th years.
She then has the audacity to giggle; it is practically an out right laugh at my reaction. She should not test me or drive me to punish her for such impudence. I could silence and ward this room with one wand movement and have her at my very whim in an instant.
“I was teasing,” she says clearly.
Teasing with me? Ha, no one attempts such a ridiculous thing but the Headmaster, or perhaps even his Deputy, but this little slip of a Gryffindor? I should still punish her but I am much too tired now to safely perform a specific Obliviate, let alone after a very thorough and pleasing punishment.
“I have given out detentions for less, Miss Granger.” I say warningly, thoughts of bringing down my hand on her withering buttock almost have me giving into the need.
She nods. “I know,” My little know-it-all is so sure of herself as she continues. “Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson.”
The image of those two in pre-coitus destroys all urges to take Miss Granger in such a place. I sigh and roll my eyes. “Why doesn’t that shock me?”
“Because Draco is under some delusion he is Hogwarts resident Casanova,” she says plainly.
I chuckle and ask darkly, already knowing the answer. “Delusion… do you say this from some experience?”
She visibly cringes. “Please, I would rather not have such disturbing thoughts that could contribute to graphic nightmares tonight in bed.”
“Tit for tat,” I say smoothly, “for I will now have nightmares of Mr. Grabbe and Mr. Goyle.”
The smile she gifts me is brighter than anything I have ever seen her flash her friends; I now intend to receive that smile more often.
“I apologize, sir; such a visual was terrible for me to create.” She chuckles lightly and stands up from the window ledge she was seated on.
“Yes it was.” She moves towards me as I continue, “I too must apologize for earlier this evening. I see now that if Mr. Malfoy is moronic enough to be caught in a compromising position in this clichéd tower, than you were most definitely the right choice as my Potions Assistant.”
Bloody Hell! Where the fuck did that come from? I never apologize. Why did I do that?
Miss Granger stops dead in her tracks, a mere foot in front of me. The darkness does not protect me now from the sincerity I felt appear in my eyes after that comment. I watch as she stares at me intently, her head cocked slightly to the right. The air between us feels so dense, and yet I can feel energy swirling and twisting through it with ease.
I want to take that last small step forward.
I want to lean forward and entice her teasing lips with mine.
I want to press her against the astronomy tower door and shag the bloody hell out of her and –
“Thank you,” she says in a soft whisper, almost as if in awe. The complete gentleness in her tone pulls me out of such immature and hormonally charged thoughts.
I swallow awkwardly. “Well, I have my rounds to finish…”
She smiles gently. “And I have nightmares to get over with. Goodnight, sir.” She moves past me and down the winding staircase. I sniff the air gently and am blessed with that orange and cranberry scent. She deserves better then the astronomy tower.
I watch her leave, her hair cascading in soft ringlets and her hips moving, captivating the whole of my attention until she disappears around the first turn. I now have a seduction to plan
Goodnight indeed.
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Read ms figg\'s \"Love Bites\" (if you have not already)! It is awesome. She did a shower scene in it that I was dieing to do. There just is not eough of those. Plus it is hot and pee yourself funny! It can be found at www.theburningpen.com It is one of my top 3 fav\'s ever! Read all her fics if you have time! And after that please review her... then pop back here and leave me some reviews! :) It does help fend of that evil Writer\'s Block!
Glad you still like it. I love the reviews! Hope this chapter gets me some more. Trust me... they do help when the infamous writers Block attackes. Anywho! I hope to write all three chapters tomorrow. It never fails. The muse hits when I must sleep since I work in 7 hours *sigh*.
Big thanks goes to Amber who helped me add some dirty thoughts to what I thought was a boring chapter. Hope you like it!
****************************************************************************
After such an off putting discussion as Lucius and his marital problems I have decided to start my rounds early, more specifically a solitary walk through the castle grounds. I exit my rooms and don my casual scowl, which generally stops any curfew breakers on sight, before making my way to the front doors.
The sky is quite clear and the night relatively warm, I must thank Merlin for small blessings such as these. I begin with the perimeter of the castle and attempt to forget the pending doom my hollow words of solace to Lucius most likely triggered. I even allow myself to hope that what Lucius went through in his school years really was just a phase, because I have no desire to deal with that again.
I force myself to drop such thoughts of Lucius and concentrate on the calm of this evening and my assistant. Now, as much as I would prefer to lock Miss Granger in my dungeons and throw away the key, I highly doubt her Head of House would approve. The question is: how many hours could I schedule her without drawing any unwanted attention from the other two thirds of the Golden Trio or my own peers? Not many is the mildly depressing answer, unless of course I come up with a potion that could effect the out come of this war or even tip the scales in favor of the light. If I accomplished that and brought forth the downfall of the Dark Lord, then Albus would most likely refuse to continue to pay me for my spy services. On the other more hopeful hand, I will no longer need these forms of payment because it was her Potion Master that Miss Granger was dreaming about and not some pathetic were-beast, and then she would willingly allow me to lock her in with me and destroy the key. I should have pleasant dreams tonight.
After my lengthy walk of the grounds I slip back inside to finish the remainder of my duties. Scowl back in place as I make my way to the highest tower to start my internal rounds of the school, making my way back towards my rooms, bed and dreams. I climb the last staircase to the astronomy tower after placing a silencing charm on myself. I carefully open the door, as not to make it squeak, ready to deduct any points from the students within. To my sadistic glee there is one rule breaker out and about.
“Do you usually walk Hogwarts grounds, sir, at this time of night?” the lone figure asks before I can utter a word.
“Were you spying on me, Miss Granger?”
She snorts in the darkness, “Only for the last fifteen minutes, Professor. The tower was the last on my agenda tonight. Thought I would appreciate the rare clear night after deducting a total of house points you would be proud of from the 7th years I caught up here.”
“Really?” I thank the darkness for hiding my hint of a smile at her cheeky reply, “How many points?”
The moonlight does not allow her the same courtesy, her soft smile is clearer than the stars on this cloudless night. “40 from both the male and the female, the position I found them in was quite compromising.”
I snort, “I would have taken 50 points.” I say honestly.
I watch her grin widen. “Ah, I forgot to mention that the points were from Slytherin, sir.”
Maybe not, 40 points is adequate for my own house. “Who was it that lost Slytherin so many points?” I ask calmly. If they were not sneaky enough to avoid getting caught by the Head Girl then so be it.
“Crabbe and Goyle.”
“WHAT?” I was under the impression they were dating two 5th years.
She then has the audacity to giggle; it is practically an out right laugh at my reaction. She should not test me or drive me to punish her for such impudence. I could silence and ward this room with one wand movement and have her at my very whim in an instant.
“I was teasing,” she says clearly.
Teasing with me? Ha, no one attempts such a ridiculous thing but the Headmaster, or perhaps even his Deputy, but this little slip of a Gryffindor? I should still punish her but I am much too tired now to safely perform a specific Obliviate, let alone after a very thorough and pleasing punishment.
“I have given out detentions for less, Miss Granger.” I say warningly, thoughts of bringing down my hand on her withering buttock almost have me giving into the need.
She nods. “I know,” My little know-it-all is so sure of herself as she continues. “Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson.”
The image of those two in pre-coitus destroys all urges to take Miss Granger in such a place. I sigh and roll my eyes. “Why doesn’t that shock me?”
“Because Draco is under some delusion he is Hogwarts resident Casanova,” she says plainly.
I chuckle and ask darkly, already knowing the answer. “Delusion… do you say this from some experience?”
She visibly cringes. “Please, I would rather not have such disturbing thoughts that could contribute to graphic nightmares tonight in bed.”
“Tit for tat,” I say smoothly, “for I will now have nightmares of Mr. Grabbe and Mr. Goyle.”
The smile she gifts me is brighter than anything I have ever seen her flash her friends; I now intend to receive that smile more often.
“I apologize, sir; such a visual was terrible for me to create.” She chuckles lightly and stands up from the window ledge she was seated on.
“Yes it was.” She moves towards me as I continue, “I too must apologize for earlier this evening. I see now that if Mr. Malfoy is moronic enough to be caught in a compromising position in this clichéd tower, than you were most definitely the right choice as my Potions Assistant.”
Bloody Hell! Where the fuck did that come from? I never apologize. Why did I do that?
Miss Granger stops dead in her tracks, a mere foot in front of me. The darkness does not protect me now from the sincerity I felt appear in my eyes after that comment. I watch as she stares at me intently, her head cocked slightly to the right. The air between us feels so dense, and yet I can feel energy swirling and twisting through it with ease.
I want to take that last small step forward.
I want to lean forward and entice her teasing lips with mine.
I want to press her against the astronomy tower door and shag the bloody hell out of her and –
“Thank you,” she says in a soft whisper, almost as if in awe. The complete gentleness in her tone pulls me out of such immature and hormonally charged thoughts.
I swallow awkwardly. “Well, I have my rounds to finish…”
She smiles gently. “And I have nightmares to get over with. Goodnight, sir.” She moves past me and down the winding staircase. I sniff the air gently and am blessed with that orange and cranberry scent. She deserves better then the astronomy tower.
I watch her leave, her hair cascading in soft ringlets and her hips moving, captivating the whole of my attention until she disappears around the first turn. I now have a seduction to plan
Goodnight indeed.
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Read ms figg\'s \"Love Bites\" (if you have not already)! It is awesome. She did a shower scene in it that I was dieing to do. There just is not eough of those. Plus it is hot and pee yourself funny! It can be found at www.theburningpen.com It is one of my top 3 fav\'s ever! Read all her fics if you have time! And after that please review her... then pop back here and leave me some reviews! :) It does help fend of that evil Writer\'s Block!