The Dark Gryffindor

Sheherazade: Thanks for the review. The story does continue to grow deeper psychologically, but very slowly that is. Snape's past plays a role throughout this...I am not sure if Snape ever desired his mother, possibly subconsciously, but never acting it out, I suppose. That is just my opinion, very though-provoking review, thanks!

And to Sheherazade and everyone...sorry for the delay. I definitely won't quit this story though....I've been busy with RL, plus planning some future stories. One is a story of 14 year-old Riddle losing his virginity! LOL. Expect that to be up sometime in the future, but I have to plan it first and it is not up to par to start.


Continuation of….


Chapter Eleven: Tears for Fears


A couple of hours later both of them had showered separately in the lavatory outside, although it had been rather uncomfortable. But Snape was used to it, and Valerie had been stoic about the spartan conditions, no complaints heard from her.

Now Snape stood alone before a small square mirror in the bedroom, a coating of dust on the blinds of the window glowed in the late afternoon light coming in through the slits of the blinds.

His hands went nervously one last time through his hair, as he parted it oddly where it was slicked back. Before, he had applied products to it so that it wouldn’t be greasy anymore. Snape certainly looked very different than what was usual. He was in a black suit, a wizard one, one in which it would make it easier to blend in as a muggle.

A moment later, he was down the stairs and happy to see that Valerie was already made up. He surmised that the woman was clearly not the type to take forever on her hair. She looked at him as he emerged from the non-visible door, as the door is inlaid within the bookshelves, created by magic long ago. He went over to her at the exiting door, also made of shelves full of books. Valerie was wearing a pearl necklace, one that was given to her by her muggle mother, someone she held dear to her heart. It was by far the only pure adornment of the outfit. The rest was a black silk dress, cut of long, flowing sleeves and a high-collar, a very low hem and high-heeled shoes.

“Ready, headmaster?” said Valerie.

“Yes I am – pupil,” he said intentionally, and there was a definite humor present. “But please don’t call me headmaster or professor in public tonight.”

“Yes, sir,” she said firmly. Snape could not detect whether Valerie was annoyed with this or not.

He smiled, “Now, young lady you look gorgeous and we are going to have a wonderful time.”

Valerie leaned against the wall, smiling up at him. He gathered her in his arms, and Valerie thought he was going to kiss her when she felt hands sliding down her back. He squeezed her butt cheeks. She cried aloud, "OW!" But almost instantly Valerie was smiling, as she had liked the bit of pain.

He continued to hold her, rubbing his balls against the little black dress, and Valerie was panting, building in anticipation for him. 'Was he going to take her right before dinner?!', she wondered wildly. Snape forced himself to let go a little and then whispered in her ear throatily, “tonight.”

She felt his cool fingers go to her pelvis, as his wrist curled, passing under her dress. Snape was sliding a couple of them in her hot sex, seeing how wet she was. Snape removed his fingers all too soon, as the stimulation would have sent Valerie over. He licked his index, and middle fingers. “Just a starter before dinner,” he joked sounding nasty. Valerie laughed coldly in response, thoroughly enjoying Snape’s nasty sense of humour.

But suddenly he said blandly, “Turn around…”

Valerie looked at him and nervously abided.

He idly reached for her coat on the hook and held it in one hand. With the other hand, he reached towards the low-hem of her attire. Snape licked his lips with delight at the crescent curves of her two lobes just sticking out, so low cut was the hem of the dress, that the ends of thigh-high fiishnet pantyhose was visible. It was quite arousing and cute to him.

At once, he lifted the material, and Valerie felt him press a hand on her bottom. She lurched irritably, reminded of Alecto Carrow doing the same thing recently.

“Been applying the murtlap to your bum?”

‘Yes, sir,” she said blearily and she continued feeling impatient, “Can we go now?”

Snape suddenly landed a stinging slap to her reddened cheeks, just above the thigh-high pantyhose. Valerie instantly giggled. Now that was a spanking she might enjoy because it was not a stern punishment!

Snape smoothed her dress down. “Your coat. You must wear one outside today, Valerie.”

He helped Valerie into the long blue velvet coat, and he put on his own, a heavy black cloak. They stepped out of the dingy house and into the twilight atmosphere engulfing Spinner’s End. It was snowing lightly outside and the windows which weren’t boarded up or broken, actually had lights glimmering.

“So someone is living here. I wonder if it’s Muggle-borns,” Snape whispered as he walked beside Valerie along the cobblestones. The buildings still had a quiet air of mystery about them, as if something was lying dormant, something evil like a snake waiting to rise up and attack.

They came to an intersection, with only one muggle vehicle passing, as it was no longer a busy area of Manchester like it had been decades ago as a busy zone for workers for the steel industry like Tobias Snape.

Valerie was becoming self-conscious. She asked, “Are you sure I’m dressed appropriatly for the restaurant you have in mind?”

“Oh, yes. It’s not exactly upscale where I’m taking you, Valerie. Around here, nobody will care. They will probably think – you’re my call-girl.”

Valerie laughed a little and said, “Ooh…can we role-play that sometime?”

“No,” said Snape shortly, without hesitation.

Valerie gulped back a churlish retort, keeping herself civil, “May I ask why not?”

“Because you would enjoy playing my hooker too much, I’m afraid. I need not have that from you…That would only remind me…,” and Snape’s voice trailed off away into the distance.

“Remind you of what, sir?,” said Valerie somewhat eagerly.

“The – the women the Dark Lord provided me and – the others in the past. Despite the Dark Lord proclaiming how worthy they were, I still thought of them as despicable c-creatures. Please, Valerie. I don’t wish to be reminded of what he would do to these women, and to those men.”

Valerie looked at him with a trace of sadness. 'Snape has so many dark secrets!,' she thought. But she said sympathetically, “I’m sorry…”

Snape stared at her blankly, shrugging his shoulders, not happy at appearing vulnerable and wounded to Valerie once again.

They past a fish and chips store, wrappers from the store strewn in a barbwire dustbin, and the smell of the fast food came wafting through the wintry breeze. Valerie hoped they weren’t going in there to eat.

They stopped at a small pub right next to the fish and chips place. “They once had a dining hall here, I believe,” Snape said to her. “We will see if it still exists,” he added as they came to the entrance.

As Snape and Valerie entered a bar, Snape quickly unclasped his wizard cloak, and folded it elegantly around his forearm, and Valerie imitated him, taking off her blue velvet coat.

They walked past the counter where several working-class men were enjoying beers during happy hour. One of them noticed Valerie and whistled. “Hey pretty woman, out with your old man?”

Valerie couldn’t help but blush, as a few more of the muggle men swiveled in their stools curiously to take a look at her. She shook her head vehemenantly, but the men just laughed at her speechless nerves, and also laughed uproariously at the sight of her in such a scant dress.

Snape took her arm rather roughly, for he was annoyed too.

“We’ll have a table in the corner back there,” he demanded authoritatively of the waiter.

“Yes, sir. Right this way.” said the waiter cajolingly, clearly noticing Snape was a demanding customer.

As they arrived at the table, Valerie whispered tentatively, “Sir, are we really safe here? Are YOU really safe here? In this muggle rat-hole?”

“Yes,” said Snape irritated as they sat down.

The waiter looked sharply at Valerie and said bluntly, “What’s that you say?”

“My – daughter just wants to see a menu,” said Snape quickly. At these words Valerie gave a long glowering glance at Snape, and crossed her arms over the table.

The waiter said hurriedly and somewhat aggressively, “Oh, yeah?! Here-," Rather unkindly he shoved a couple of short menus at their places.

“I’ll be back in a minute to get your orders,” said the waiter, and in instant he swept away.

Snape and Valerie looked over the menu, as Valerie continued to frown.

“Is something wrong with the food?,” said Snape inquiringly.

“Oh, no sir. I am grateful,” said Valerie openly. However, Snape noticed a moment later that her expression went back to being peevish. Something was clearly nettling her. Snape decided he wouldn’t bring it up. He didn’t want to spoil their dinner. He poked his wand out from his waistcoat, casting the muffliato charm, which Valerie noticed. It was so that if there were muggle spies they wouldn’t hear them and they probably wouldn’t think much of an unknown wizard in a suit anyway, as was Snape's minor disguise.

*

A half-hour later after a course of hearty soup and bread, Snape and Valerie had their main courses with cheap champagne from the pub.

Suddenly Snape smiled at Valerie, and produced a small bouquet of roses. “Flowers for you, Valerie,” he intoned quietly.

Valerie smiled and said sarcastically, “Well, thanks for THAT romantic gesture.”

She took them, and with her wand under the table, made the bright red roses, coil like a snake around her wrist, until the stems formed into a bracelet. It was as if it was a corsage.

Valerie did not go back to eating, but fiddled with the petals of the roses for a moment as Snape ate Shepherd’s pie with unusual gusto for him. They had not eaten much today except a rather measly breakfast.

Valerie finally looked straight at Snape, and burst, “I have to tell you something! Important. I feel – our relationship is more fatherly than- than. When it should be-“

But Snape interrupted frowning, “I don’t feel you’re my daughter, Valerie. Although of course, I could’ve been. Why do you feel this way?”

Valerie sighed with relief. Snape was taking her confession better than she had expected. She was glad he was willing to listen.

“Well – specifically just now - even if it’s only pretend, people still think you’re my father here! And what’s more, you punish me. And not only that, but yesterday, you told me to wash the powder and make-up off. I felt like I was twelve!,” she ranted, becoming overly emotional. “And let’s not even go into how I have to call you ‘sir’ at all times,” she added daringly.

“Contain yourself, Valerie,” said Snape, trying hard not to lose his own temper. “Let me remind you – You are still my pupil and I am the headmaster, your headmaster and so you will address me formally. As the headmaster I am permitted to put you in detention or alternatives. I can punish you, such as walloping you with the cane, something I have done once – only once to you, the second time does not count as I lost control. Furthermore, Valerie, the spankings were part of the sexual activity. I thought you rather enjoy a spanking?”

“From you? Yes. I do. But not when you’re so angry! I don’t want it with real punishment!,” she said, an unmistakable tone of anguish in her demeanor.

“I’m sorry to hear you feel this way. You’ll see later how I have something – something very different planned for bed tonight. But please understand I am not punishing with you as my daughter in mind. Never would I punish my child like that.”

“Okay,” Valerie murmured barely audible, staring at the surface of the table. They did not speak for a moment, and Valerie realized she did feel better, getting that big issue off her chest.

The waiter came over in a huff shortly afterwards and in a surly manner asked gritting his teeth, “Check, cash, or will it be credit, sir?”

“Credit,” said Snape, and the waiter handed him the bill and immediately afterwards swept away.

“Where did you get a credit card?!,” said Valerie with incredulity.

“This is a false credit card. I transfigured one into existence earlier,” Snape answered coolly, nobody could hear them anyway because of the muffliato charm.

“What?,” he said tersely to Valerie. “You can’t expect me to sign my name with ‘Severus Snape’ here? Can’t you?”

“No, professor – er sir. But-” and she inwardly gathering her strength to have the gall to ask, “Isn’t this similar to what I did to Dobby?”

Snape raised his eyebrows and offered challengingly, “How is that so, Valerie?”

“You’re taking advantage of muggles like I took advantage of the house-elves!,” she said, clearly growing more irate at having to spell it out for him.

“What do you care anyway? I thought you despise all those beneath – beneath what the Pure-blood grants acceptable these days. Remember what you said about Muggle-borns the other day?…”

Valerie was stunned into silence and she started to wonder what could bother Snape so much to remember and reiterate her vocal attitude towards Mudbloods. She did not know Lily had been of that birth.

The waiter came by and silently took the bill from Snape along with the credit card so that he could process it up front.

Snape leaned back in his chair waiting and he looked across to Valerie, “We’re going to go see a filmstrip at a local theater nearby. Okay?”

Valerie held back a sneer and pursed her lips. “Why would wizards desire seeing a movie?! My mother is a muggle and she watches TV and stuff! A wizard like you, sir wants to see a movie? I haven’t seen a film since I was like twelve!”

“Well, you don’t know what you’re missing then. We’re going to go to a muggle theater, Valerie, actually the same place I once went with Lily when I was friends with her. It was a wonderful escape from life for me as a child, and I could use it now.

“The muggles are quite accomplished at the art of filmmaking. Yes, it is an art, Valerie. We could do well to enjoy some art.”

“I understand what art is…sir,” she answered. "And what's more - nobody would think you of all people as sentimental enough to appreciate art!"

“Perhaps. Perhaps that is true of you. As you claim other's summation of me not capable of knowing art, It is quite wrong. Yet I was speaking more for the wider population of wizards. Afterall, as Hogwarts headmaster it is my duty to uphold Wizarding values as I was reminded when I was instated. Unfortunately, we wizards hold little time to have art in our lives.”

The waiter came by slapping the fake credit card back on the checkered table, the magically fraudulent bill was processed.

Valerie rose rapidly and sputtered, but it was still containing proud conviction, “I – I believe our only art to revere is one for the Dark Arts, sir.”

Snape bit his thin lower-lip and looked long and hard at Valerie. “I sometimes wish you did not feel this way, Valerie despite teaching you the Dark Arts. It is apparent through you that the Dark Lord is changing the minds of the young,” and the headmaster sighed with a mixture of sadness and exasperation towards his lover and pupil, not much different from what the former headmaster, Dumbledore would be feeling if he had heard Valerie.