The Dark Gryffindor

Note: Sorry there has not been an update in over three weeks. I am very distracted right now with real life.


Continuation of….


Chapter Ten: Tears for Fears


Ten minutes later, Snape came down the stairs carrying the back of another large wooden frame.

Valerie called again, “I’m ready professor.”

“Just a minute, Valerie,” he called back, as he landed on the first floor.

He went to the other end of the sitting room. In a center of the wall, he removed some of the plain black spines of books covering the walls from floor to ceiling.

He placed the frame of a blank canvass in the space, throwing the books down negligently, dust falling out of them.

He stared at the blank canvass intently, calling, “Dumbledore!”

He waited a minute, and Valerie came out of the kitchen, leaning against the doorframe, waiting.

A ringing voice sounded, “Severus, you called me?”

“Yes. Is the school safe?” said Snape very seriously.

“Yes, there is no calamity going on, I assure you.”

Snape nodded, as Dumbledore watched him through the half-moon spectacles, smiling.

“And the Carrows? They do not realize I am gone. For if they do-“

“I checked up in their offices as well, Severus. They are no more or less than their usual nastiness to the students.”

“Thank-you,” said Snape crisply. “I am eager to go now, professor.”

But the Dumbledore portrait glanced around the sitting room and spotted Valerie Powers.

Jovially and lighthearted Dumbledore spoke, “Oh, Severus. Did you bring your favorite student along?”

Snape turned around to see Valerie, and then looked back at the frame, towards Dumbledore’s amused expression.

Snape grimaced, embarrassed, “She is more than a student to me, as you know Professor Dumbledore. She- she”

Dumbledore looked omnisciently at Snape and suddenly burst eagerly, “Well, what does she mean to you, Severus?” The Dumbledore portrait was examining Snape like how he had once eagerly analyzed a transfiguration theory.

Snape’s face went red a little, his eyes actually glowing, but Valerie could not see, with his back to her. “She’s, she is…” he faltered. He could not speak of it, his feelings for her.

“What about you, Miss Powers?” said Dumbledore.

Valerie suddenly felt shy. She realized she had never spoken to Dumbledore in real life. “Oh, Professor Dumbledore,” she said from the back waving feebly. “Er, I enjoy his company.”

“Yes, well…” and he smiled a bit sadly at Valerie, knowing what would probably happen soon with Severus Snape, the horrible fate that awaited him, whether in two months, two years or ten, Dumbledore did not know, but it was inevitable.

“Good night you two,” Dumbledore said cheerily and with a last sparkle of his blue eyes, he left his portrait to go back to another portrait at Hogwarts.

Snape finally turned around. It looked as if he not enjoyed the visit, he believed it to be Dumbledore’s desire to invade every area of his life.

“The surprise is ready!” said Valerie, energized with excitement.

Snape went through the kitchen door and saw on the old green tablecloth table set. There was cake and a bottle of wine. Valerie followed in from behind, turning eagerly to see Snape’s delight.

She saw he looked generally pleased, his lips parted in a small smile. Valerie dashed over to the table her feet flitting over the blue and white-dotted linoleum floor. “Professor, I went all out. I got you the finest bottle of Elf-made wine that there is. Well the finest wine in Hogsmeade.”

Valerie picked up the bottle and handed it to Snape, who sat down at the very same table he had been eating at ever since he was a boy. He uncorked the green bottle with a red ribbon curled in ringlets around it to make it like it had been wrapped. But at the same time Snape did this, Valerie saw he was glancing nervously at the window straight ahead.

In an instant, Valerie waved her wand and the old-fashioned green curtains were forced shut, the dust cascading down onto a shelf meant for potted plants, under the window.

At once, Snape unscrewed the drink and Valerie conjured a goblet with her wand, and as lightly as a feather levitated it on the tabletop. She sat down across from him at the square table, an expectant air about her, hands folded politely.

She watched him take a celebratory sip, apparently basking in his much-deserved leisure, enjoying his break from the school.

Valerie continued to stare at Snape, and then opened her mouth, considering asking him something.

Snape finally seemed to notice her, and his eyes warmed with a knowing look, gazing into her wondering blue eyes.

“Yes. You may have some wine now,” said Snape kindly. And he took the liberty of conjuring Valerie a goblet and pouring her a drink from the bottle.

“Thank-you,” Valerie said in a low, humble tone.

He pushed the goblet towards her, commenting lightly, “I have no problem sharing this wine, Valerie.”

Valerie did not take a drink but cast a nervous look around the tiny kitchen. She had seen before that Snape had already had stored a lot of wine in the meager, cool cellar that served only as a pantry.

“You didn’t want me to become an alcoholic, did you headmaster? But maybe you see I wouldn’t now? That’s why you wouldn’t let me have a drink before right?”

Snape shook his head and explained patiently, “No…It’s just that before…I-I needed all the wine for myself…”

And suddenly Snape felt eager to change the subject, and he bit his lip biting back anger. Not towards Valerie, but at himself. He realized he, himself had been acting like his alcoholic muggle father!

Snape dodged this subject muttering with some humour, “You might be interested in knowing where the lavatory is. There is an outhouse outside the yard for when you need it…”

Valerie nodded; “Okay…” and sounding innocent and fair, Valerie prompted, “But what about this birthday cake? Aren’t you going to cut yourself a slice of cake…sir?”

Snape’s hands went for the knife across the table and said, “Oh, yes. I forgot…”

He hurried to cut himself a piece of the small, oval-shaped cake, and place it on the plate Valerie had laid out before. Valerie noticed something strange in Snape’s expression. He seemed reluctant, even pained by the simple act of cutting his birthday cake. For Snape was thinking how this might be his last birthday ever, and he felt anything but lucky cutting his own cake.

He then cut Valerie a piece and placed it on her plate. Neither Snape nor Valerie thought of birthday candles and frankly, neither of them would have cared if they had. It was enough to have such a time of peaceful privacy for each other, something they could never get at Hogwarts.

Snape took a reluctant bite of the cake. He did not really have an appetite, but decided he would pretend so as not to hurt Valerie’s feelings.

“This is unusually good…What is it?” he asked her. And it certainly looked to be a delicious culinary masterpiece, that must have took much work. It appeared to have flowers scalloped on the sides, made of frosting.

Not done swallowing, Valerie said eagerly, “Dark Chocolate wine cake. Wine syrup on the outside, and then chocolate sauce and wine jelly on the inside…I had the House-elves bake it…Everyone is taking advantage of them now…And this dope named Dobby got the ingredients AND the wine at Hogsmeade. I kind of ordered him – er – to steal it, sir.”

Snape looked across from the table at her sharply, his gaze now piercing into her. “I wasn’t aware this was going on with the students,” he said darkly.

Valerie smiled and couldn’t help but haughtily reply, “You probably aren’t aware of a lot of things!”

Snape stared at her more, and in a voice of quiet thunder, he whispered, “Do you –Do you dare think what you did was right?”

Valerie was feeling again more like a misbehaving schoolgirl. She said in a small voice, being honest at least, “No, sir…” but then she added teasingly, “Is the Headmaster of Hogwarts going to cane me for such a lame reason? For mistreating a stupid elf?!”

Valerie then laughed at her mocking words, at her speaking of her mind, confessing what she feared was on his.

She abruptly stopped laughing when she saw Snape’s face was perfectly straight. She squirmed in her chair uncomfortably, at the thought of getting caned again. Her voice faltered, “A-are you, sir?”

“No. I wasn’t considering punishing you at all. Just don’t do it again.”

And she mumbled hastily, “Yes, sir,” and she proceeded through the desert, and took a large gulp of wine.

They ate in silence for a few minutes. Snape did not finish his piece of cake, but Valerie managed to.

Seeing she was done, Snape pushed aside his plate and sighed. “Let’s go to bed…” he said wearily.

Valerie covered the cake in the green glass container, and then stood up. Snape rose as well and before she knew it, she felt Snape sweep her in a tight embrace. She could feel the strength inside him, as he held her.

Possessively, his hands flew down, flexing over her curvy hips, holding her steady. “Before we go to sleep, I must tell you. I plan on taking you out to dinner. Tomorrow. It will be my treat.”

And then Valerie felt rejuvenated, like there was nothing but him in the world. He had kissed her.

All too soon he released his lips and said defensively, “That felt better than any other’s didn’t it?”

Valerie’s shoulders shagged, cheeks flaming with deep shame. She remembered the nasty Slytherin Prefect and how he had found her making-out with him. She said loyally, “Your snogging is much better.”

*

Shortly afterwards they were back upstairs in the bedroom.

Snape had changed easily into a gray nightshirt, and was already under the thin, crappy blankets that looked and felt like tweed. He was waiting for Valerie to get in, so he could turn out the oil lamp.

He watched Valerie force the spartan drawer of the dresser shut. It was crammed full of her lingerie. Apparently she had packed a lot of erotic clothing.

She finally spoke to him, standing near the foot of the bed, “Truth is, sir…I like to sleep in the nude…”

He did not say anything, but finally looked at her. She was wearing a tiny silk strip of a thong and then there were studded stars on her nipples.

Snape just rolled his eyes, but Valerie did not notice. He thought it ridiculous what some seventeen-year-old witches could be like. On a different night it might have more amused him, but now he was finding it highly annoying.

He heaved in a hoarse voice, almost yelling, “Enough of this! I am exhausted! We’ll have it tomorrow! For now, all I wish for is some peace.”

She whined, “But, sir! Don’t you want to live up the last hours of your birthday?”

He shook his head resolutely. But Valerie did not listen. She finally climbed shamelessly, going on all fours on the bed, trying to perch on top of him.

She offered consolingly, “How about a blow-job?” and then she made a poor joke: “Wouldn’t that be another great gift? One I can wrap my sweet lips around…”

Snape sighed irritably, feeling overwhelmed by her.

“I meant to say ‘sir.” Sorry – I meant this offer with respect. I know that you’re still my headmaster. But you know I’m – your lover too,” she finished sweetly and Valerie kissed his forehead, a placating gesture.

Finally, Snape thought this could truly make up for that horrible ingrained memory he had. That memory of Valerie kissing the nasty Slytherin Prefect, the one she had told she was made a deal to give blow-jobs for in, in exchange for reduced punishment in the dungeons. Hopefully, a blowjob could make him forget whose lips she had been around beside himself.

“Alright…I know I’m not going to be in the mood…Come here…” he groaned.

And Valerie already practically on top of Snape dipped her head into the fold of his gray nightshirt and sucked willingly. She was doing it more for his pleasure.

With his wand, Snape turned out the oil lamp. Valerie continued to have her lips pressed together, suckling his member, as it slid in through her throat. But she was annoyed, for she wanted him to respond. She wanted him to decide to take her.

After another moment, Snape felt positively blissful almost lulled to sleep by oral sex. He softly intoned, “That’s good…Thank-you.”

He felt Valerie release herself and then flip over and under the covers, curling up right next to him in the bed. Yet Snape could not feel colder and alone, even if Valerie was in bed with him.

She did not know it, but Snape turned his head in his pillow afterwards, looking in darkness, to where Lily’s photograph was on the nightstand. And he masturbated to Lily, who was glowing softly like a halo was around her in the photo, the source of the light coming through the curtained window.

He thought, “So holy. So pious. If only Valerie could be good.”

But then he himself felt guilt. Yet he couldn’t contain his yearning for the comfort he knew Lily could give him if she were alive. ‘This was wrong. He must stop it and fast. He could not live like this’,” he thought.


Note: This whole weekend will be sweet, except for one really horrible event. But expect Spinner’s End scenes to be the nicest part of the tale. It has some very gory and nasty scenes later! I know Valerie can be annoying. And I know this is silly at times.