Send Me a Virgin

Chapter 3: The Ingredient of Necessity

A week later found Professor Snape awake late at night studying his notes and hatching his plans. It all came down to the blood of a virgin. He almost laughed out loud because the school was filled with them. So close, but yet so far, he thought as he poured another brandy.

He figured he could seduce one of them with a potion, deflower her, collect the blood, lay down a quick Memory Charm and send her on her way with no harm done. And of course do it in such a way that there wouldn’t be a Snape offspring growing inside her belly. That wouldn’t do at all.

That was the easy part, but how to tell if a girl was a virgin without examination? And who would be a good candidate? He mentally scanned a list of his female students. Some were virgins to be sure, one only had to look at them, but the more he thought about it, the more he wanted to at least have a pleasurable evening. Pleasurable for him, anyway. Snape’s ideas of pleasures differed vastly from the average schoolgirl’s concept of a romantic evening.

He paced back and forth for almost an hour until at last he gave in to the nagging idea that had been with him for the last week. If Hermione Granger wasn’t a virgin, he’d turn in his robes.

Oh, one only had to look at her. Pretty, yes. Very pretty. But she was haughty and shunned the boys. That one was too wrapped up trying to excel in everything. He knew some of the boys fancied her; he wasn’t oblivious to what went on in school. But he also suspected she only had eyes for Potter, which was very unfortunate. Snape wanted to tell her to not waste her time with the likes of Potter.

The cold wind howled outside and Snape shivered, but it wasn’t from the lack of heat. A sudden image came to him of Miss Granger’s white body trussed up and ripe for the taking. The image morphed a little more and he saw himself mounting her and taking her by force until she screamed with terror. And then the blood. The blood that would cover his cock and her thighs. The blood that would help him achieve what he wanted.

Most people thought Snape’s one desire was to become the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. True, it would be a position of great honor, but he really was after more, much more. The potion for immortality and power was merely an aid to achieve what he regarded as his life’s dream – become the Headmaster of Hogwarts. Some would think he was aiming too low, but he desired nothing more than to oust Dumbledore and run the school the way it ought to be run. And he knew that was just a stepping stone. Dumbledore’s influence was wide in the world of magic,

First off, he would fire those professors who did not take their jobs seriously. No more Hagrid. That oversized buffoon and his so-called Magic Creatures. All he did was injure the students and make a mockery of the profession of teaching. He would hire first-class teachers and turn out topnotch wizards and witches. Students who would go on to become larger than life in the magical world. And everyone would point back to Snape and his school and praise him for producing the best and brightest minds of the age.

And he had to do it now. He wanted to achieve immortality before his body was too old to enjoy it. He was sick of living in the shadows of Dumbledore. He was smarter than that old wizard and with the gift of immortality he could usher the school and eventually the wizarding world into a new age.

The thoughts made him almost dizzy as he made his way to his personal laboratory. The grandiose plans would have to wait. He had to mix a potion that would make Miss Granger practically beg to be taken to his bed.

The potion was simple, really. The affects were delicious, so to speak. The recipient gradually feels an increase in sexual desires. Before long they are much more open to advances and eventually consent to any type of sex offered. After a week or so, they return to normal.

He began to mix the ingredients carefully. Just as he began to add the foxglove, there was a pounding on the door to his apartments. Muttering a curse he hurried from his lab to answer it. One of the prefects was standing there looking alternatively concerned and scared.

“There is a situation in the Slytherin House that requires your attention, sir,” the prefect said nervously.

Snape sneered at him. “Well Blake, what is it? You’ve caught me at a most inopportune moment.”

“Draco Malfoy, sir. He’s put a spell on another student and can’t reverse it.”

Snape knew he had to go handle it. “Very well, Blake. I’ll be along in a moment, don’t wait for me.”

He shut the door and sighed. Malfoy was a constant thorn in his side. Everyone thought he favored Malfoy but the fact of the matter was that he despised him and his meddling father. Even though the elder Malfoy was tucked away in Azkaban, he did not want to anger that family so he tolerated the Malfoy the younger to keep peace between the family and the school.

There would be enough time to finish adding the foxglove and storing the potion, however. When he returned to the mixture he added the remaining pieces of the plant. What he didn’t realize was that he added too much. Although foxglove was poisonous, when tempered with the other ingredients in the potion, it had the right affect – sexual desire. By adding too much, it would increase the desires to an almost unbearable pitch, but Snape would not know that until much later.

Thinking everything was satisfactory; he stored the potion, donned his robes and hurried off in the direction of the Slytherin House.