Taming Your Will

Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me






Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me.

 

 

Taming Your Will

 

 

Chapter 3

 

 

 

“Professor please…” Her
raspy breath pressed against his ear. “I want you.”

“Impossible,”
he roughly pushed the girl away. Struggling for self-control, the conflicted man
moved towards the locked door. The chilling laughter from the tiny frame caused
him to pause at his hasty action.

“Impossible
for me to want you,” she seductively swayed her hips forward. “Or impossible
for us to happen.”

“Both,”
he gritted his teeth tightly. “I am in no position to have a relationship with
a current student or follow Order member. Further more, your two brainless
playmates would never leave me alone.”

“I
want you.” She repeated with lust clearly seen in her eyes. “Take me Severus,
its all for you.” She dropped her black robe, revealing milky white skin.

Shocked
by her nakedness, he felt himself shaking with emotion. His mind was screaming
for him to run. Leave before you make an incredible mistake. Yet his body
reached out urgently pressing into her soft body. With a yearning moan, she
arched into his arms, demanding for his warmth and hardness.

“Please,”
she rubbed her sweet center against his. Feeling the molting heat of a willing
woman, he lean into her ravishing her red sweet lips. Automatically, she weaved
her hands through his long dark hair, feeling its silkily texture. Groaning
from the pleasure of her innocent sensitivity, Severus pushed her sharply onto
the floor. Quickly his hands roamed her body, not missing an inch of her
perfect skin. Soon both nude bodies moved in tune causing ripples of ecstasy
into every nerve.

Finally
as he collapsed from spilling his every seed into her tight hot center, he
gently kissed her sweaty forehead. Smugly he watched as she fluttered her deep
dark eyes in exhaustion and whispered quietly. “You’re mine Hermione. Only
mine.”

 

ERRRHEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRHEEEEEEEEERRRRRHEEEEEEEEEEERRR

 

Jolting
awake from his altered muggle alarm clock, Severus shouted in lucid curses.
Realizing where he was, his muscles relaxed slowly, placing his wand back onto
the nightstand. In bright bold red, the digits read 6:30 am. Groaning, Severus
fell back onto his bed, wishing he were still asleep. Yet as those vivid images
of his last dream circled his brain, he felt rushing blood move to other
regions. Moaning at the cool touch of satin trousers, Severus moved his large
hands to his aching organ.

If
he couldn’t satisfy his needs with the real thing, he would just have to take
care of it himself. As he felt his own release build, he couldn’t help but feel
resigned for all the naughty images of Hermione Granger in his mind.

 

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The
air was crisp with fallen leaves piled above the withering green grass. Since
dawn had moments before spread across the sky, Hermione tried enjoying the
peacefulness she should soon not have. In 30 minutes the school would awake,
creating life, while responsibility would return to her schedule.

Sighing
towards the raising sun, Hermione stood stretching her small limbs. Like a cat
rustled from a comfortabpot,pot, she gracefully moved back into a dignified
poise. Confidently strolling through Hogwarts she mentally went through her
days work. First she had NEWT Level Potions and Charms then lunch with Herbology
and Ancient Runes afterwards. Which was followed with a Prefects meeting,
before heading for a quick dinner in the Great Hall. Leaving only half an hour
with Harry and Ron until she started making her rounds after curfew.

Shaking
her head, Hermione felt herself laugh at the irony. Two years ago this would
have been the perfect schedule. It kept her busy with school, which she loved.
And yet still maintain an equally balanced time to see her friends. But now
with each student taking different schedules, she rarely saw her best friends
in class. Then with their budding romances, many times she was left finding her
own amusement. And any excitement in Hermione Granger’s life was learning,
which meant more books. How did her most loved hobby turned into another chore?


“Hey,”
she felt a callous hand touch her shoulder. Surprised Hermione reached around
ready to slap the offender silly.

With
his seeker abilities, Harry caught her movement before any real damage was
caused. “Oh Harry, I’m sorry. I didn’t know it was you.”

“I
would hope so,” Harry spoke noticing the pink blush shown on her cheeks.
“Unless that’s you’re new way of greeting.”

“No,”
Hermione quickly answered. “I just thought,” but paused at what she was about
to say. Ever since Lucius Malfoy had appeared two months ago, her heart beat
with anxiety. In every corner she could feel his eyes trailing over her body.
Those dark places in the night, made her grasp her wand tighter. The eerie
silence left unsettling thoughts, rushing through her brain. Yet it wasn’t fear
that caused these emotions, but excitement. The muggle hating death eater of a
man sparked something in her that others did not. Though she despised Malfoy
and everything he represented, she was intrigued. He had power she sometimes wished
she had over people. Had the ability to use charm and wit to hold you until
your soul was lost. He was a challenge, which made it even more thrilling.

“Who
did you think I was?” Harry felt his anger rush forward. Not answering his
question, Harry harshly grabbed her arm. Shocked by his uncensored emotion,
Hermione squealed from his touch. Awaking from the impact nerves, Harry let go.
“Sorry,” he mumbled softly. “I just don’t want anyone hurting you.”

Though
slightly peeved at his overprotective quality, Hermione couldn’t help but
smile. Harry’s eyes shone with true sincerity and lips quiver in doubt.
Sometimes the day didn’t seem right without his boyish grin. “Its no one Harry.
Truly,” she kissed his cheek, feeling unshaved hair. “Besides, I would hex
anyone trying to touch me, before you could get a hold of them.”

Laughing
with his best friend, Harry let the subject slide. But unlike Ron, who easily
brushed aside Hermione’s brave front, Harry quietly filed them inside his head.
Someone was definitely bothering her, and he only needed one guess of whom.

 

 

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“Damn
you Potter!” Severus threw the half filled brandy into the roaring fireplace.
Flames erupted as hard alcohol collide with the fire. “And your mindless
weasel.”

Since
his morning erection, Severus had fought the images of thrusting in to
Hermione. But when he saw her and Potter cuddling in the hallway, those
pictures came rushing back. Then he had to sit through an agonizing double
section of NEWT Level Potions with her brewing over hot stemming cauldrons.
After two cold showers, he was able to seat and enjoy his lunch from the urging
desires. And he would have been fine if Sprout hadn’t traded Prefect meeting
supervisions with him.

That hour left him wondering
if the Weasley family motto was to shag every single day. Not only had Weasel
flirted the entire time with the Head girl, but with every single Prefect
female in that room. Even his bloody sister, was charmed by his carefree
exterior. Merlin, the boy probably got more sex than him.

Shivering
from that image, Severus grabbed his expensive brandy. As he reached for
another cup, the sounds of continuous knocking grew louder. Sighing from the
intruder breaking his drinking binge, he waved for the wards to fall.

Entering
with an outline of what he was going to say, Lucius was not expecting to see a
half drunken Potions Master brooding in front of his mantle. “I see you’re
having fun.” Lucius couldn’t resist the words stumbling out of his mouth. Only
receiving a sneer, Severus returned to his easy escape. Knowing an inebriated
Snape was not going to speed his new project, Malfoy did the best thing he
could do.

 

Slap

 

Growling
from the contact, Snape snaked his long fingers around Malfoy’s swan like neck.
“Why the fuck did you just hit me?” He purposely spat each word.

Calmly
placing his hands over madly shaking ones, Lucius gently caress them. “To sober
you up.”

“Fuck
off,” Severus pushed the shorter man away, hating the feeling he got whenever
he touched him.

“I
could do that too.” The blonde smiled knowing the effect he had with the acid
man. Sensing Severus nerves about to break, Lucius moved towards the open bar.
Pouring him self a shot of whisky, Lucius felt the warm liquor run down his throat.
Silently he sat on an empty stool, allowing his old friend, moments to compose
himself.

Seconds
later Snape waved his wand, causing a tiny vile to fly across the room. Taking
the dark green substance, the blurred haze across Severus face disappeared
instantly. Returning to his usual sneer, Snape pulled his seat across from the
light hair man challenging him to speak.

Patience
running extra thin, Malfoy broke the stillness. “Any reason for this particular
indulgence?” His smooth hand waved towards the broke glass.

“Yes,”
Snape hissed with anger. “But it has nothing to do with you.”

“Pity,”
Lucius gave a mischievous smile. “Would you allow me to guess?”

“Malfoy
as interesting as I found your company, I much rather you get to the point.”
The dark man snapped with vexation. “Unless you want to dive in to your own
particular indulgences tonight.” His voice turned into pure sugar, begging to
be melted inside.

Laughter
filled the room, as Lucius maintain his eyes on Severus. Yes he was a dear old
friend. One who understood him completely and actions he made. He knew Severus
would help him. He always did in the end.

“I
have a favor to ask.” Severus raised his eyebrow at the statement. “You have
access to something I want. And the only way I will achieve it, is with your
corporation.” Lucius spoke, briefly taking a sip. “I need to get Hermione
Granger’s trust. Dumbledore thinks you’re spying for them and I’m sure Potter
knows about it. Which means that Granger thinks you’re the non glory-seeking
hero, working for the good side. I want you to tell them I’ve changed. I’m
willing to fight for their cause. Then after gaining her trust, I can use her.”

“What
makes you think she believes that about me?”

“Oh
please Severus, the girl has brains and so do I. She’s the only person in this
school who doesn’t look at you with disgust. Sometimes on your good days she
even looks awed by your intelligences.”

Shrugging
the joy of this revelation, Snape continued his questioning. “How do you expect
me to make them believe you’ve changed? Potter and his merry friends still
don’t trust me. Only Dumbledore does and even the Dark Lord knows he never says
everything.”

“Look,”
Lucius leaned towards Severus in impatience. “Are you going to help me or not?”

“What’s
in it for me? What are you going to do to the girl? Rape her than cast her
aside? It’s a rather unoriginal plan of yours.”

“No,
I have better plans for her.” Malfoy brushed his loose hair aside, letting his
eyes linger on Snape’s. “Once my plan is in place, I’ll share the profits with
you. You know the Dark Lord trusts me. I can restore you’re proper place in the
circle. We can be partners again. Wouldn’t you like that Severus? Us being
together again?” His tone brought back memories of their younger devilish days.

Struggling
to keep his cool, Severus spoke with the best snarl he could muster. “You would
actually do that Lucius? Place your selfness aside, for someone else. Isn’t it
against the Malfoy code to think of others.” He stood moving towards his door.
“You came to Hogwarts for a muggleborn. You came here for my help.”

“Yes,”
Lucius interrupted Snape’s rant. “But that’s who we are. Either you help me and
take part of the deal or I do it myself. And Severus you know how I do things
by myself.”

“Don’t
threaten me Lucius. I could break you in a second and everything you have.”
Snape moved forward towering over the other man who dared to insult him with
threats.

“Good,”
Malfoy gave a morbid smile. “That’s the Severus Snape I know.”

“Get
out Lucius,” Severus pointed at the door. “Its to late to bargain with you.”
Facing away from the blonde, Snape missed the indescribable emotion shown in
Malfoy’s eyes. Giving a brief look at the brooding man, Lucius left the
dungeons knowing that the game was beginning. And only Merlin knew how excited
he was.



 

 

 

A.N.

Thank
you everyone for the lovely reviews. I hoped you liked this chapter. I felt
very naughty writing it. Keep the comments coming, because I get many of my
ideas of your thoughts.

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