The Tenth Rule

Chapter 12.



"Oh...for Merlin's sake!" Exclaimed Rachelle, Alice's fellow Slytherin and partner in this particular Herbology project.



"I'm sorry," she exclaimed, irritated with herself and the lack of tolerance of her partner.



Across the bench lay hundreds of the tiny charmed amethyst cubes of water retaining gel that she and Bethany had prepared during one of the detentions, which Bethany had to also painstakingly slice into the miniscule cubes. It was also that night's detention that Professor Snape had started his dirty sexual approaches to her. It was little wonder her hand trembled as she picked up the jar to spoon out the cubes for the soil. Not that she had been able to forget, but seeing the cubed gel just reminded her of what she had experienced at his capable, skilled hands and what she was going to have to do in little under an hours time.



Oh, how she wished Bethany was with her now. God alone knew how many times either girl had made a mistake, and made light of the situation. Though their friendship had certainly altered, an air of mistrust and envy constantly hanging about them, the two girls needed each other and worked less efficiently when certain lessons separated their houses and they had to work with their fellow housemates. Bethany would have been understanding with this minor accident, if anything been ready with a witty comment to make her feel better. Instead, Rachelle decided to make an issue over it, until Professor Sprout hurried over to their bench as quickly as her portly body would allow her.



"What is this? Hmm?" She asked in her no-nonsense forthright manner, her large eyes dancing from the obvious accident to the noticeable tension that crackled between the two girls.



"It's Alice Miss! She is ruining the project!"



"That's not so," defended Alice quietly, starting to scrape the small cubes into a heap to return them to the jar.



"No..no, they have been soiled, they cannot be used again!" Barked Professor Sprout alarmed at what she was witnessing.



"You see Miss, she is useless," stated Rachelle cruelly, her ugly monkey-like face twisted with spite and contempt. " She very nearly cost us some house points from Professor McGonagall this morning because she wasn't concentrating. Three times she had to repeat a question before she realised she was being asked!"



Alice glared at Rachelle's tale telling, even though it was quite true.



" Well Miss Pearson. I think you ought to pull yourself together and concentrate. I know it is Friday and your thoughts are on the weekend ahead, but the weekend doesn't start until the end of the lessons today. What is your next lesson anyway?"



" Potions Miss." Mumbled Alice.



" Oh!" She exclaimed her eyes wider still until Alice feared they may pop from her head.



" You'd better make sure you are concentrating in that lesson my girl! Professor Snape will certainly not tolerate any daydreaming or slovenly work in his class! "



As if Alice needed reminding.



The Herbology lesson came to an end far sooner than Alice would have liked. Even though she had to continue working with the resentful Rachelle, she preferred that to what was to come. Swinging her heavy bag over her shoulder, she filed out of the room with the others.



" Don't partner with me again!" Snapped Rachelle as she brushed forcibly past her, the force knocking Alice's bag from her shoulder.



" More than mutual.” Muttered Alice irritably. She had more important things to occupy her mind than worry about a bitter classmate.



As she walked along the corridors to the Potions classroom she kept thinking, as she had continuously since the previous evenings detention, of what Professor Snape had done to her so far and his orders for what she must do today. She was appalled and disguste the the command, appalled and disgusted at him and herself, for much as she wanted to be repulsed by his order, in fact should have been repulsed by his order, and that she should report him to Professor Dumbledore, the very idea that Professor Snape had ordered her to sit in his class at the front desk directly before his, without und underwear, her skirt pulled up and her legs spread so that he may look upon her, filled her with an anticipation so erotic it positively obsessed her and she could think of little else. From the moment he had told her what he expected of her, it had acted as an aphrodisiac, ever increasing along with her shame. The abuses he had put her through only the day before haunted her, the sensations of extreme sexual excitement almost as intense as when he actually did those…things to her. She had only ever thought sex entailed a basic play of kissing, petting, a little foreplay and finally the act that was all over in a matter of minutes. That at least was the general idea she had gained from listening to the girls that chose to tell of their experiences and discussing it between each other. Each encounter sounded quite hasty, clumsy and ultimately, disappointing. It was simply immaturity and inexperience, the reasons obvious; but what Professor Snape was subjecting her to, was something totally dark, mature, a form of sexual act superiorly advanced and completely beyond anything her limited school-girls second-hand knowledge had prepared her for. Professor Snape had inflicted obscene, perverse and obscure activities that were totally alien to her. He was doing it under the guise of punishment but she knew it was sexually motivated and that he was taking physical enjoyment from it. She also knew this was just the beginning of a lot more. He was making tentative, cautious moves each time, probably testing how much she would permit. She wondered which would happen first, how far he would go and what other perversions he would subject her to before he was done; if ever, or until she finally objected?



Alice felt her body heat increase even more at the thoughts. She was too distracted and preoccupied to constructively join in the conversations of fellow classmates as they all shuffled along the corridors in a haphazard mass to their next lesson. She wanted a few minutes to think in peace and quiet, and so excusing herself on the pretext of answering a call of nature, she quickly slipped away to one of the girls toilets. Thankfully it was deserted and she hurried into one of the cubicles and slammed the door shut. She threw her bag to the floor, put the lid down and sat on the toilet, grateful for the blessed silence and a chance to think.



What was she to do? The same arguments replayed yet again in her thoughts. She knew she should stop this now and report him. What he was doing was wrong, and if she went through with this and obeyed his command, then there would definitely be no turning back. She would be condoning his actions. If she reported him the consequences however would be devastating, not only for him but for herself and even Bethany. But she didn't want it to stop; she didn't want to report him. She enjoyed this delicious thrill of the unknown, the forbidden secrecy of it all, the absolute illicit nature of it all that this middle-aged Professor of Potions and former Death Eater, was subjecting his young student to all manner of depraved perversities. The tingling danger of what he was going to do next, of the dirty things he inflicted on her and what he wanted to do, and what else was to come excited her; it thrilled her to know he had singled her out for his attention, that she obviously excited him. It was quite a heady feeling. How perverse it was that she was having such an internal struggle. Why not accept and enjoy what he was doing, after all she needed to gain sexual experience at some time...why not at the hands of an experienced man; but what he was doing to her was not natural or normal. Naive as she was, she knew what he was doing to her was certainly not the standard initiation into typical sexual activity. Professor Snape was subjecting her to his particular sexual preferences, depraved and completely immoral and it was exhilarating!



She knew she only had minutes to make up her mind. She guessed Bethany would be hanging around outside the dungeon classroom waiting for her. That was something else. How was she going to explain why she wasn't sharing her bench with her and sitting at the desk at the front that no one ever voluntarily sat at and purposely avoided?!

Alice closed her eyes and ignored the common sense screaming in her head, to read the feelings of her body and they were the more powerful. She hungered, yearned for his touch. He had awakened something in her that was dominating her. Lust. The more wrong, dirty and disgusting things he subjected her to the more she craved. Professor Snape had seen this in her before she was even aware of it. He had seen in her something he wanted. But how did she actually feel about him? There wasn't any of the romantic notions of love; she was not that foolish! The words Snape, romance and love did not go together. He was too cold and bitter a man to love or be loved. He was a man of intellect, and though intimidating, icily reserved with a chronically acidic attitude, he was a man to respect, obey, and even admire. Love didn't come into this at all. She ought to think of this as a form of private tuition. She was his pupil and he would teach her.



With a firm resolve though her hands shaking, she stood up from her seated posture, hiked up her skirt and pulled her panties down…school regulation navy-blue knickers. She wasn't surprised to see they were wet with her anticipation, though it didn't stop her being embarrassed at seeing the glistening evidence. She’d been in dreaded anticipation for this lesson since he had issued his command the previous evening. She had been conscious of being very sensitive and swollen in that area. Each step she took made her conscious of her aroused condition and it had gradually increased as the day had worn on. No wonder she had been distracted and clumsy. She was excited and scared at the same time, dreading the moment and yet anxious for it to come. It seemed utterly impossible that she could even be in such a state over nasty, cold and mean Professor Snape and yet he had effectively had her in a heat of sexual arousal since she left his classroom the night before. Rolling her knickers up into a tiny ball she stuffed them into the bottom of her schoolbag, and then proceeded to wipe herself with copious amounts of toilet paper to at least dry herself. She'd be mortified if she left evidence on the chair! It didn't work; the toilet paper was not particularly absorbent and only spread it, also, touching herself in that area was arousing her all the more.



Flushing the paper away, she grabbed her bag and left the cubical, washed her hands and then hurried to the dungeon classroom.



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A/N: For all the comments, Malice, Emma, Flower and Sevfan, it’s much appreciated. Thank You.