The Rules of the Game

I didn't get a chance to thoroughly read it for errors, and I have to run so sorry, hope you like it, and PLEASE review, I'm a review whore.

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Chapter 21

I had learned in my first year where all of the house’s dorms were. Being the ‘golden-boy’ no one questioned where I went or connected it with any malicious acts. I knocked on the Hufflepuff statue entrance and when someone opened put on the sweetest look I could muster.

“Hi, is Erin in?” I asked giving a small smile, the best I could do right then. The girls eyes widened and she gave a big smile before running off. A few moment latter a tall blond came to the door looking surprised and very pleased with herself.

“Hey. Mind if we go talk somewhere?” I asked and after a giggle and glance back to her friends she agreed and I lead her down the hall. I continued walking with her for five minutes trying to decide what to do to her, and where I could go. My main desire would be to feed her to Ira, but I’m sure she would be missed and I was clearly the last one to see her. Wait… yes, that would be perfect.

Having a direction now I lead her deep into Slytherin territory and foolishly she followed a huge grin still on her face.

“Umm, Harry? Where are we?” She questioned after winding through the dungeons for almost ten minutes.

“We’re here.” I said and gestured to a door.

Suddenly all bubbly again she went forward and opened the door, practically bouncing inside. I followed her, my façade of kindness gone revealing cold eyes, and quietly locked the door behind me.

“Harry, I don’t like this place.” She said, her voice trembling. I glanced around the room. It was dank and musty, and all over the room there were old fashioned torture devices. Salazar Slytherin had far more than one secret that he kept from the other founders. Truthfully this room disturbed me too, bringing up too many memories, but this wasn’t about me, it was about this bitch paying for hurting Draco.

“Did you know that they used to cut out peoples tongues for lying?” I asked casually, but the coldness in my voice had her spinning around, eyes wide in fear.

“Harry, let’s go somewhere else.” She begged, her entire body trembling. I could feel her fear building but tightened up on my shields to block her out.

“No. I brought you hear for a reason. To show you what will happen if you ever use my name in such a degrading matter as you did before.”

“All right, I promise! Now please, can I go.” She asked desperately, with tears at the corner of her eyes.

“This isn’t just about using my name, this is about hurting my friends, and you won’t get off so light for that. SECUS VISUM!” A black and red beam shot out of my wand slamming into her head. Barely even a split second later she was writhing on the ground, grabbing her head and screaming in pain. Tears were streaming down her wide open eyes, and her mental anguish slammed against my shields almost causing me to loose the spell.

The main idea of the spell was to lock the person in seemingly very real nightmares, and so I had given her some of my own, memories of being whipped, of being chained to a bed and beaten or raped but instead it would feel as if it was all being done to her.

I was only able to hold it for about five minutes before I would have been overwhelmed by the emotions that she was projecting, but the damage had been more than done.

I ended the spell and walked over to her. Her clothes now covered in dirt, her once perfect blond hair tangled and grimy from her tossing about on the floor.

“You will be telling everyone about how you lied now won’t you?” I asked in a deceptively sweet voice.

“Y-yes, yes. I will. I promise. Just please, don’t. No more.” She whimpered while trying to move her exhausted body away from me.

“Good girl. Enjoy finding your way home.” I said harshly, as I reached out and gave a quick tap on her head; locking the memories in her mind away from any snooping Headmasters and making it so that if she tried to tell anyone it would feel like she was going through the Cruciatus Curse.

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I easily found my way back to the Slytherin dorms and when I entered was faced with a large majority of the Slytherins sitting around surreptitiously. They all had been cautious to leave me alone and this was the first time I had taken any true action against someone and they wanted to know what it was, what they had to fear. But right then I could care less about assuaging their curiosity; I was exhausted from keeping a hold on this strange hunger along with keeping up my shields up to block out the Hufflepuffs pain. I merely raised and eyebrow at them and they instantly returned to whatever they had been pretending to do and I left them in favor of my bed.

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My stomach was what woke me in the morning. I curled up into a tighter ball in the corner of my bed trying to resist the urge to go over to Draco’s bed and taste him again. I glanced at my watch still around my wrist and it took me a second to register what it read.

“Snape is going to kill me.” I hissed to myself, springing out of bed grabbing my wand. I had been to tired last night to even change out of my clothes so I did a quick freshen-up charm, grabbed a cloak since it was the weekend and slipping on my shoes ran out the door.

When I reached the classroom I was two minutes late and to Snape that was a direct insult.

Nervously I pushed open the door and stepped inside. Snape was sitting at his desk, look over papers and didn’t bother to look up. He was dressed more casually for the weekend, in a crisp collard white shirt and black slacks.

“Your late.” He snarled as he flipped to another sheet. “I didn’t volunteer to waist my day so that you could come by whenever it pleases you.”

“I’m sorry sir. It won’t happen again.” I assured.

“See that it doesn’t. Now don’t just stand there, get a cauldron started, you will do the potion you were supposed to do successfully last class.”

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I had barely gotten the cauldron bubbling when he came to hover behind my back and observe my every move. With him so close it was pure torture. If Draco was tempting, like a ripe nectarine, then Snape was chocolate, smooth and rich, and driving me insane. My body had to be noticeably trembling but I kept my hand as steady as possible and did every step perfectly.

When I had added the last ingredient, and stirred three times counter clockwise my potion was a deep rich blue; unfortunately it was supposed to be red.

“I don’t understand, you did everything perfectly.” Snape said perplexed and leaned in to ladle some of the substance and inspect it closer; unfortunately that shattered all my control.

I spun around, twisting my hands into his formerly unwrinkled shirt and leaned up licking and nibbling desperately at his neck. I pushed my body closer wanting more of that tempting smell, craving it, needing it with every fiber of my being.

“Potter, what are…?” Snape started, while trying to push me away but I wouldn’t stand the thought of that. For the first time I used my empathy against someone in a new way, shoving all my overwhelming feelings of need and hunger into his mind. His fingers seized tightly onto my hips and he let out a loud moan before rocking his hard erection into my stomach. If my mind had been working it probably would have freaked me out but there was only one thing on my mind.

No longer worrying about Snape shoving me away I turned my full attention to his neck and getting what I wanted. Licking it a few more times in the perfect spot I stretched up on my toes and bit down hard enough to break the skin.

“Fuck Potter!” Snape shouted squeezing me tighter to him as he moved against me as desperately as I did him. His blood tasted like the rich chocolate I had been smelling from him, feeding and soothing whatever it was inside of me. A few more moments and the same surge of pleasure I had sensed from Draco in the hospital came through the connection I had with Snape and it finally occurred to me what it was. I jerked back, now that I was full, my senses had come back to me and I stared at my panting professor in horror. He had on hand braced against the desk, the other clasped to his still bleeding neck.

I had just assaulted my professor. Practically raped him by feeding him emotions he wasn’t feeling… I was no better than my uncle.

To add to my horror I could feel that I was hard, for the first time ever I had an erection and I was so disgusted I wanted to hurl. It was wrong, I wasn’t supposed to be hard, it was bad, all those ‘things’ did was lead to was pain.

Swiftly I turned and ran to the door but before I got within five feet of it it slammed shut and a locking spell hit it.

I continued on with my hand reaching towards it, my fingers moving intricately to unwind the spell and heard the lock click.

I heard a gasp from behind me but Snape wasn’t some Hufflepuff to stand dumbfound and he quickly hit the door with another more complicated lock. I reached the door again, fingers dancing to unwind the spell but before I could another spell hit the door then another and another.

“You’re not going anywhere.” Snape’s voice said from behind me, but I was too ashamed to turn and face him. “What just happened?”

“I…” What could I tell him, I didn’t even know what was going on. “Please let me leave sir. I’m sorry and it won’t happen again.” I told him trying to achieve some semblance of control while realizing I had silently promised myself that last time.

“Nice try. Turn around and get over here. We need to talk.”

Snape’s voice as usual commanded respect and obedience, and seeing no other way I reluctantly turned, keeping my head down, and returned to my seat. I sat there stiffly for a while, unsure and confused about so many things.

“When did this start and has it happened before?” He asked, sounding way too calm for what just happened but that also helped me reach my calm.

“I’m not sure what you’re talking about professor.” I said in my lifeless voice.

“DON’T fuck with me potter.” He growled and his tone bringing up too many memories and my mind and body acted automatically, looking down to the floor while the answers spilled from my lips.

“Since the quidditch match, and once… with Draco.” I answered softly.

“And you…” Snape trailed off, seemingly unsure of how to classify what had just happened.

“Not like this, but I…” I blushed despite everything, thinking back on what a strange thing I had done. “I licked his wrist; you know where the blood is closest to the skin.” I looked up to see him seemingly indifferent by the awkwardness of this conversation but just nodding to some private thought. “I wasn’t as out of control as I was today but you…”

“What Mr. Potter?” He questioned impatiently.

“Smell really good.” I mumbled quietly hoping in vain that he didn’t hear.

“How so, and who else smells… good?”

“Mainly the upper year Slytherins, Draco smells good and Blaise slightly. There is also this one seventh year Ravenclaw. But you… they’re like nice food, some smelling better than others, but you’re chocolate, rich and smooth and… Whatever it is I’m craving you have much more than they do and...” I dropped my eyes submissively, suddenly nervous and embarrassed about how enthusiastic I was in describing this pull I was feeling.

“Well there is one thing that those you mentioned have in common.” Snape mumbled to himself. “Tell me, is the Ravenclaw Bradley Scholan?”

“I think so. Why?”

“I’ve suspected him of delving into the dark arts. Most of the Slytherin parents wait until their child is in fourth or fifth year before involving them but I know Lucius has introduced Draco to them already. And seeing as how dark magic ingrates itself in your very blood, that could explain why you felt the need to bite me.” He said, enunciating the bite with no small hint of annoyance.

“Do you know what’s wrong with me?” I asked softly.

He waited for a moment, drawing out my torture before answering. “Unfortunately no, but this could explain the reason for the failed potions. If your body is craving dark magic, anything that has dark uses: hemlock, dragons blood, aconite, belladonna, alihotsy, Acromantula venom…”

“I get your point.” I said as politely as possible not wanting him to be listing ingredients for the next hour.

“The point is that you might be absorbing some aspect of them, resulting in a very altered potion.” He explained seriously. “I’ve never heard of something like it, but that doesn’t mean that there isn’t something somewhere about… what you are. Explain again how this happened.”

My mask was instantly back on as I slipped into defense mode, realizing he knew way too much. I instinctively reached out wanting to wipe his mind but ran into his shields. His eyes showed surprise for a split second before narrowing at me confused.

“I don’t think we have anything more to talk about.” I answered, annoyed that I had spilled as much as I had… even if the man had deserved and explanation, but my seventh rule kept running through my head: no one can be trusted.

“Oh, I think not Mr. Potter. If you don’t want to explain that, how about how you dismantled a powerful locking spell wandlessly?” He asked, his obsidian eyes piercing into me. ‘Crap.’ I thought silently, trying to think of something to get me out of this.

“You’ve heard of children having bouts of wandless magic, that’s all it was.” I said flippantly, putting my innocent mask back on my face. I gave him a last look before grabbing my bag and heading towards the door again, I couldn’t take any chances with him until I knew for sure he would go running to the Headmaster to lock this back up, lock the real me back up.

“I kept your secret.” His sharp voice said from behind me and I froze again.