Disturbed

Hope you enjoyed Part 1 - Now, Severus begins to bring his plans together..mwahahaha...

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Disturbed - Part 2

Snape could do that It had taken six months to develop the potion. Six months of painstaking research. Six months of stalking his victims to learn their every move. Six months of Polyjuicing into one or the other and learning exactly what each of their bodies responded to. He could play either of them like a violin virtuoso. Or a porno prima donna.

He had enjoyed Polyjuicing into Harry that first time and examining every inch of himself quite thoroughly. He had been disappointed that he couldn’t use inadequate equipment as a source of humiliation for the boy from his wife. Potter was surprisingly well–endowed for someone so short. His length was slightly more than average, but his girth was pleasantly full. It apparently wasn’t the size of the wand that kept him from satisfying the frigid witch, so maybe it was a lack of magic in it.

As both Ginny and Harry, he was surprised to find very sensitive nipples. He could work with that. He knew from the marriage counseling sessions that they hadn’t made much headway in the creative sex department. He’d latched a pair of Extendable Ears on the office every time they went, and took copious notes.

Harry felt Ginny didn’t really want him. She lacked enthusiasm and just lay there while he pounded away. He wanted her to be more participatory. He wanted her to tell him what she wanted. He also wanted to do things but was afraid he’d upset her because of her somewhat conservative family. And if she got mad at him, then they would, too. He was terrified to ask for any sort of anal play, either on her or himself (which shocked Snape) because Ginny had half-heartedly teased him over the years that maybe he should have married Ron.

. He couldn’t wait to figure out how he would bugger the boy as Ginny, but he would. As Ginny, Snape would make Harry know exactly what she wanted: his complete and total submission. Harry would regret it.

Snape also learned that Ginny felt Harry was too vanilla, too nice. Missionary, Missionary, Missionary. He always begged for instructions. He took so long trying to start her engines up that she ran out of gas. She was afraid to ask for anything because she knew how bad his upbringing had been, and didn’t want to make him feel inadequate. But she wished he would take charge at times. Be manly.

Snape could do that, too. As Harry, he would take what he wanted from the hussy and she would feel every single thrusting second of it.

It was just too bad these two told their counselor everything but never each other, it seemed, because now he was about to make their dreams become nightmares.

He had to start off lightly so as not to cause any suspicions, but then he would escort them on the Kink Express train until they became disturbed at how depraved the other one had become and their happy, secure, safe world fell apart. It might not bring his memories back, but he would delight in the revenge he exacted.

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It started simply enough. He had wanted to start with Harry, but even as moronically stupid as the boy was, he was still an Auror and still more intelligent than the gingered chitidiot. Snape chuckled at his own clever insults. He’d be more apt to get her to fall into line first.

He sent her a note to meet him for dinner. A special evening for just the two of them. He would try to make as much romantic goo as needed to get her to agree with his plans. A special potion would assure her compliance as well. He needed to not only get into her knickers, but into her mind as well. He needed to see her memories of Potter in order to play him right. He would also be sure to implant a subliminal suggestion that she not discuss what they did outside of their time. It was one thing to get these two to perform the perverse acts he was going to do, it was another if they talked about it outside the ‘bedroom’ with each other. Snape wasn’t an Occlumens and Legilimency Master for nothing. Of course, if he’d only used his power for good but, well, where was the fun in that?

He also needed Potter away for a bit. With a few meaningless apologies to the ether, he left an anonymous tip with the Aurors’ office as to where a few former Death Eaters could be found. Of course, he also left the tip just after they had been Imperiused to perform a completely amateur terrorist act in the name of resurrecting ‘He Who Must Not Be Named’ which would ensure Potter’s involvement. Really, who in the real world would attempt a bomb in Picadilly Circus using empty milk cartons and a Muggle chemistry kit enhanced with powdered doxies? Crabbe and Goyle, that was who. Of course anything relating to the Dark Lord was considered ”Top Secret”, therefore he also knew Potter would not be able to discuss it with his wife. Although, it seemed they did not talk to each other about much of anything, based on the sessions he’d eavesdropped on.

At 7:00 p.m., Polyjuiced as Harry, he approached the woman at the bar waiting for him. Severus chose this bar as it was relatively new and just slightly out of the way. The Silent Banshee was a place Auror Potter would not likely frequent on his own and it had the reputation of keeping its clienteles’ privacy intact.

“Hello, beautiful,” Severus said in his most syrupy voice. He pushed the gag reflex down.

Ginny was wearing a sleek, silk green dress that hugged her curves in all the right places. She had left her hair down as Snape had requested in his note. If he took the ridiculous glasses off that Potter insisted on wearing to this day, she became just fuzzy enough he could pretend she was Lily.

“Harry? What’s this about? And why are we in this hideous place?” She eyed the room and him critically. She seemed to approve of the black suit he was wearing but dismissed the room entirely. The bartender looked at Harry/Severus questioningly and approached slowly with two champagne glasses and a bottle at Harry/Severus’ nod. Quietly, he opened the bottle and poured for the two of them.

“Back’s open for you, sir,” he said in a thick Swedish accent which made Severus look at him curiously at the irony of it.

After a moment, Harry/Severus just smiled and nodded. “Thank you, Bastian.” He turned to the red-head and put his most ‘loving’ face on (which, in truth, looked as if he’d eaten too much fiber recently). “I think, Ginny, you’ll find this place has hidden beauties to it, much like yourself.” Severus picked up the bottle and indicated she should follow him to the back room. When they entered the private room, it was in complete contrast to the rustic conditions of the bar out front. This room was decorated in bright whites and luscious floral bouquets of pastel colors but fragrant aromas, soft oversized chairs and an intimate table for two ladened with delicious-looking appetizers.

Ginny looked around, shocked, and seemingly impressed with the complete change of atmosphere from the outside bar to this private chamber. “Harry, this is quite, um, lovely. What’s the occasion?”

“You are, my dear,” and he raised his glass to her. “I thought, you know, we could maybe try something a little different.”

“Are you high?” Ginny asked, eyebrows scrunched in concern.

‘Gads! Any woman would swoon over having the Boy-Who-Lived romance her, but this bitch is so suspicious!’Severus began to want to strangle her instead of screwing her. Or, maybe just in addition.

“Only on love, my dear.” Severus thought he would vomit if he had to keep this up.

Ginny took a sip of her champagne as Harry/Severus shifted his feet. She probably thought Harry was nervous when in fact Severus was getting agitated. He wanted to get on with the shagging already.

She walked over to him and took his glass away and set it on the table. “Harry, I know what you’re doing.”

ARGHHH His plan couldn’t fall apart yet!

“I think it’s sweet that you are trying so hard. But, this isn’t real. You’re making yet another fantasy.”

“Fantasy?!” Severus/Harry yelped. “I thought you girls liked all this romantic claptrap!”

“That’s just it, Harry. I’m not just another girl. I’m your wife. I know you better than this. You don’t need to dress it up for me. I just want you to be…well, you. I want to know you want to be with me, not living out some fantasy.”

He stalked over to her and threw his arm around her waist and yanked her close. “So you’d be okay if I just told you I didn’t want any of this shit. That I wanted to throw you down on the floor and fuck your brains out?” he hissed into her face.

She froze for a second, staring at him. Severus thought she’d do a runner. Instead, after a second, she hissed right back, “Oh god, fuck yes!”

Stunned, he looked into her eyes and realized she was telling the truth. He kissed her, forcing his tongue into her mouth as if repossessing a broom that hadn’t had payments made on it. She fairly collapsed under him until it was only his arms holding her up. She let him ravage her mouth.

It tasted sweet, too, knowing Potter’s wife was succumbing like a little whore to him. He pushed her onto the floor and straddled her waist. Licking his lips while watching her dilated pupils, he ripped her dress in half.

Her eyes widened. “That dress cost…”

“Fuck the dress, Ginny. You can buy another one. I want you now!” he gasped out as he bent down to suck her nipple into his mouth and pawed at her other one. He knew he was gripping hard enough to leave bruises.

“Oh, yes! Harry, more,” Ginny grunted. Severus finally ripped her knickers off and suddenly stopped. He sat up a little straighter and shifted back.

As he pulled away, Ginny looked up. “Is something wrong?”

Harry/Severus smiled a little deviantly and thought,‘Now it begins.’ “Show me,” he commanded quietly.

“Show you?” she asked with a nervous, questioning lilt to her voice.

“Spread those legs and show me how much you want me to fuck you.”

Ginny froze again. “What?” she asked quietly, almost shyly.

“I want to see how wet you get when you think of me inside you.” Although he was using Harry’s voice, the command was pure Severus. He was sure Harry had never ordered anything like this in his life, with the possible exception of when he ordered his broom about.

“Uh…” Ginny reached down as she spread her long, lean legs to display the soft tuft of red that had quickly dampened.

“Touch yourself,” he ordered and was pleased to see not only had she hesitantly reached to do as ordered, but her body had quickly added more juices to the excitement. Her nipples were quite peaked and yes, small bite-sized bruises were forming already. Snape enjoyed seeing this woman slowly unraveling before him.

After a minute he joined his finger with hers. She went to pull away but he held them. “Together.” And they each stroked her until he thought she could barely handle it. She was squirming, panting, quivering.

“What do you want, Ginny?” he asked.

“You, Harry,” she answered in between pants.

“To do what?”

“I want you to, you know…”

“I want to hear you say it. Now, what do you want?”

“I want…I want you inside me,” she said.

Not quite what he was hoping for, but a start. And it was good enough for him, as he was quite hard at this point. It had been well over nineteen years since he’d last been laid. He’d probably shoot off in minute if he didn’t already know a charm that simulated the actions of a cock-ring.

“Turn over and up on your knees.” He didn’t really want to look at her face this first time. From behind he could pretend it was Lily. Plus, he could pull on that long hair and ride her like a pony. He liked that mental image. ‘Maybe in the future I’ll bring a crop and chaps,’ he thought as he watched her. She stopped for a moment but then turned over as requested.

She felt good as he slid inside her. He made her scream before it was over. He wondered if she had ever screamed before. And just after he came, he knocked her out with a ‘Sleeping Charm’. After he cleaned everything up, he gently woke her and gave her a drink with the required potions. While she was still woozy, he easily accessed her memories, saw what he needed, modified her memories and then suggested she head home and go straight to bed.

On her way out, she whispered huskily, “Harry, that was unbelievable. Thank you.” She hesitated a moment and then added, “I do love you, you know.” She turned red and quickly hurried out of the room. For a split second, Severus almost felt guilty watching her leave, but then the loss of his own memories returned and his thoughts returned to the plan at hand.

It had been easy to convince her that she had passed out from coming too hard and that she needed to rest. He suggested that perhaps for the near future they should avoid having sex in their own bed, but meet at the bar on a regular basis while they ‘improved’ their marriage in case anything went wrong. Harry/Severus suggested that past memories of their bedroom activities wouldn’t intrude on their new efforts at improving them. She agreed to meet on Friday nights. Again, they agreed not to discuss it at home in case the children overheard and they could focus on improving their marital relations outside of all other interferences. Ginny was easier to tame than he'd thought, despite the initial issues. He smiled at the thought of all the lovely, perverted sex he was going to have in the near future. He couldn’t wait to see how she responded to anal sex, bondage or role-playing. He thought of a lovely pair of nipple clamps he’d seen that he’d order for her.

Now it was time to get Harry to put out…

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After reviewing Ginny’s memories of Harry, Severus thought the ideal time for Harry would be Saturday nights. As a couple, they swapped child-watching duties so they could each have their ‘own’ time. Friday nights, Harry watched the kids, as he was usually too tired to want to go out anywhere and by then Ginny needed to get out of the house. Of course, Ginny’s Friday nights now belonged to Severus.

Saturday nights, Harry liked to go out. According to Ginny’s memories, sometimes he met up with Ron and Hermione for drinks, but often he just wanted some peace and quiet. Ginny didn’t know where he went, which Severus thought was interesting, but then it was also convenient. One night alone, not expecting anyone or expected by anyone? Great Grindelwald’s Balls! It was like Merlin himself wanted Severus to despoil Potter.

He knew he had to be a bit more clever to get Potter than he had Ginny. Potter might not be the fullest cauldron around, but he had more swirling around upstairs than she did. He chose to talk to Potter directly with a special invitation.


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He found Potter at the same pub as before at lunch, eating the same damn soup. ‘Mr. Excitement,’ he thought as he rolled his eyes.

“Harry.” Severus stood a moment waiting for a response. Again, Potter looked up seemingly bewildered at why his wife was meeting him yet again at lunch.

“Dear! What a lovely surprise.” Harry half-stood.

“Don’t get up, I can’t stay this time. I just needed to tell you something,” Severus said as calmly and sweetly as possible.

“Is everything okay?” Harry asked, concerned, wiping his mouth with a napkin.

“Fine. It’s just…”

“The kids?” Harry pressed.

“Fine. It’s…”

“Your mother?” Harry guessed.

“No, I just...”

“Your dad’s okay, right?” Harry stood looking worried.

“He’s fine, Harry. I just...”

Harry interrupted again, “Ron. Something’s happened to…”

“Shut it! No, nothing has happened to the Weas… I mean, Ron, not to Percy, not to Bill, not to any of my stupid brothers. You’d know by now if you just closed your mouth and let me finish!” Ginny/Severus’ voice threatened to start yelling, but he/she was trying very hard not to attract attention so it came out as a strangled whisper.

Harry turned red. “Ginny, I...”

“SIT!” Severus yelled. Harry sat, mouth gaping open.

Severus noted how readily Harry obeyed, and took it as a good sign that this Saturday would be quite enjoyable indeed. After taking a long, deep breath, he leaned over Harry and said, “I’ve been thinking about what you’ve said and it is my turn to compromise.”

Harry stared up at her, obviously trying to figure out what she meant. It had been seven months since that conversation. Severus saw exactly when the understanding struck him as he flushed again, but this time with a disarmingly charming smile and obvious hope of getting laid.

“You mean…”

Severus/Ginny put one long, daintily painted finger on Harry’s lips to quiet him.

“Yes…but we do need to do something different, Harry.”

“Anything, Ginny,” he whispered up at her, green eyes blazing in desire. Severus felt a slight surge of disappointment as he realized the emotion was all for his wife.

“Anything? Hmnnn…We’ll see. I’ve been thinking of a few things we could try. Meet me Saturday night at the The Silent Banshee. I’ve reserved a room.” Severus winked at him.

“Oh, Ginny!” Harry whispered excitedly. Severus thought Harry might explode right there. He decided to see how easy it would be and taking a quick, look behind him, he licked his lips, reached down and grabbed Harry’s crotch suddenly and rubbed it through his robes and trousers.

“GINNY!” Harry almost knocked his chair over in surprise and yelped. A couple of patrons looked over, but Severus’ body was hiding what he was doing. “Shh, Harry, do you want them to guess what I’m doing to my ‘upstanding’ husband?" he whispered with a raised eyebrow and a smirk that looked oddly out of place on Ginny’s face. Harry’s eyes widened at the expression and Severus was pleased to see the stunned gaze of appreciation.

“Oh, and Harry, I’ll be in charge Saturday night. You’ll have to do everything I tell you to do. Starting with calling me, ‘Mistress’. And I don’t want to hear another word about this until I see you there. You mention this at home and our ‘date’ is off. Understood?” He gave one last squeeze to Harry’s cock and felt Harry take a sudden deep breath while panting, “Fuck, yes…” under his breath and nodding vigorously at her. Severus turned and began to head out of the pub. Just as he reached the door he waved to Harry. “Goodbye, honey. See you tonight,” he said sweetly enjoying the look of flushed panic on Harry’s face.