Inside the Blackest Heart (Edit, Not Update)

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Chapter 3 ~ Snape Decides to Go for the Gold

Finished marking his students’ usual disappointing parchments, Snape retired to his bedroom. He divestoed his clothing and dropped into his bed, lying on top of the sheets naked. His mind idly turned to Hermione and the image he had sent her. He had to admit it had been highly arousing and he wondered if she would dare return after seeing the image of him fucking her. Since she knew what he intended to do to her if she did return, then it would no longer be rape as far as he was concerned. His cock swelled.

Hmm. Fucking Hermione Granger. The school darling. The Princess of Gryffindor. Yes, he could definitely do that. He’d wrap his fists in her hair and ride her like a hippogriff until her pussy was so worked over it would swell shut. She didn’t know who she was dealing with, stupid girl. He stroked his cock as he thought about it. But he’d only do it if she came back. He didn’t think she would. She had looked scared, and he had meant to scare her. She was irritating. She didn’t listen. For someone so brilliant, she was thick as lead.

He could imagine what Dumbledore would say to him if he did fuck the Gryffindor witch.

“Severus, you must control yourself. What you’ve done to Miss Granger is atrocious. She is a student, even if she is of the age of consent, and you brutalized her. Still, you are too valuable to the Order for this to get out.”

Then the old dodger would cover it up. He’d covered up other things. Severus snorted. People thought of Albus Dumbledore as a kindly old Headmaster, but the white-haired old coot could be just as vicious and manipulative as Voldemort when he wanted something done. No one had ever seen Albus’ methods of interrogation except him. Usually what was left of the interrogated could be put in a matchbox with room left over. It was all bullshit. In all actuality Snape was caught between two Dark Lords. One was just better at hiding it. Dumbledore wouldn’t take the seat of the Minister of Magic, because he could wield his power any way he wanted if he remained as he was. And he didn’t hesitate to use his power to destroy his enemies. Albus Dumbledore was a dangerous wizard.

Severus scowled. The Headmaster used him without conscience, ordering him to give Voldemort false information that didn’t pan out, which resulted in terrible punishments for the Potions Master. Then Pomfrey would bind him back together for the next round of torture. You would think the Headmaster would make some effort to at least make the information appear true, but no, he left the Potions Master high and dry every time…promising to do more next time, and never did. At least Voldemort came through on his promises some of the time. Snape suspected Dumbledore did it on purpose to punish him while he served the Order, some twisted sense of justice, payment for the crimes he committed while being undercover. Basically, it was the old man appeasing his own conscience concerning sending Snape out to murder, mutilate and rape in the name of the Order. The bastard.

Severus’ cock had deflated when his thoughts turned to Dumbledore. So he turned his thoughts to the last Dark Revel he attended, when a selection of muggle women had been presented for their use. He and Lucius had shared one of the women, a buxom young redhead with beautiful green eyes. He hardened again as he thought about it. She had been a real screamer. Lucius had fucked her in the mouth while he fucked her in the ass. Lucius came first, and when he withdrew, the woman brokenly pleaded with Snape between her screams of pain, to kill her rather than hand her over to the long line of deatheaters waiting their turn. He promised he would if she would just stop talking to him, but he didn’t. Her wide green eyes followed him when he came, slid out of her and backed away, to be replaced by another two deatheaters. He watched them fuck her for a while, his eyes cold, his spirit unmoved. He was numb to it. He felt nothing when he later saw her battered, bloody and come-stained body left abandoned on the mattress staring lifelessly at something beyond this world while deatheaters walked around her like she was a discarded piece of trash. This was the hero’s life Dumbledore arranged for him and he immersed himself in it totally. The muggle was just another casualty of the struggle between light and dark.

His thoughts turned back to Hermione. He was becoming more and more interested in fucking her. Not just because all of Hogwarts would be in an uproar if it got out, but she was such a naïve little chit, probably full of romantic ideas that he could brutally crush right out of her. She lived the kind of charmed life he hated, a young witch adored by almost everyone and everyone constantly piling the compliments on, how bright Miss Granger was, how accomplished Miss Granger was, how focused and studious Miss Granger was. How very chaste she was. What a bright future was in front of her after graduation. He’d like to be the one to break her chastity, actually break her before she set out in the world, show her the truth, show her there is no such thing as a charmed life, that there was always something ugly swimming just beneath the surface. For her, he could be that hidden ugliness. Plus, fucking Hermione would be a good, hard shot at Dumbledore. He had plans for the witch in the Order. He could get some revenge on the old man, taking his prized student and stealing away all her innocence, hardening her before Albus could begin to mold her into the obedient creature he wanted. Yes, he liked that notion…he liked it very much.

For a moment he idly thought he might abduct Hermione and take her to a Dark Revel, but they would kill her for certain. Watching Miss Granger get fucked to death by forty or more deatheaters might be interesting, but he’d probably have to kill Harry Potter when the boy found out what he’d done. And Potter was at the center of this whole mess, so he was an untouchable too. Albus would never stand for it, and would definitely try to kill him if he harmed a single hair on the boy’s head.

But Hermione at a Dark Revel? A muggle-born witch that bested all their pureblood children in their studies? The deatheaters would line up for her for sure. She’d have dick busting out of her head, they’d ride her so hard for her audacity. Snape stroked his hard cock again at the image of Hermione being gang-raped, every orifice filled with cocks, her hands stroking the cocks of those waiting their turn to get at her, as other deatheaters took turns ejaculating on her. Shit, that was pretty hot. He fisted his organ and worked it furiously, Hermione’s defilement his focus, and in a short while he groaned and spurted strongly, come flying everywhere. He lay there for a while, letting himself calm down. That had been good. He scourgified himself.

Yes. He’d fuck her for the hell of it. He just had to find a way to get her back in his office after curfew. And he’d make sure Albus knew he’d fucked her. Maybe give him a pensieve of it. Now there was an idea. Send the old codger an anonymous pensieve with his ideal Gryffindor Princess getting thoroughly reamed by the Potions Master in every orifice. Why not? Maybe the old fuck would have a heart attack. Would serve the Headmaster right for all the shit he put him through.

Severus smiled at this pleasant thought, and it was with this thought dancing through his mind, he fell asleep.

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A/N: Wow. How dark can you get? Snape is a sick bastard. He’s got Hermione in his sights now. This could get ugly. Please review.