The Dark Gryffindor

Sheherazade: Thanks for your review. Damion definitely holds an interesting part in this fic. He will be back in it soon.


Chapter Twenty-Five: A Comforting Massage


Valerie was restored to consciousness. Upon waking, the chains were immediately unshackled and she fell with a thump onto the hard floor. A prefect threw her, her robes. All the other students put in detention were assembled as well and they traipsed out of the dungeons with the prefects, mixtures of relief evident on their faces. So glad it was over and that they had somehow survived it and had been given back some freedom. The lot of them had been hardened by the ordeal. They felt they could not cry.

Alone, walking through the dungeon corridors near the Slytherins’ common room, Valerie suddenly remembered she was supposed to have a lesson with Professor Snape that evening, in which they would continue Occlumency and perhaps something on the Dark Arts. Undoubtedly, he would not be happy she was a half-hour late, but Valerie felt certain that he would let it slide.

Going towards the seventh floor, Valerie maneuvered herself to a way she could prevent any limping in her gait. Her back felt like plaster was on it, where every movement was like plaster was being ripped off it. The pain came every time she moved her shoulder blades. She managed to cover up the grimaces, getting used to it. She found a careful, slow shuffling that concealed the actual need to limp.

She found Snape seated at his desk, when she shuffled in after he admitted her entry. He was writing with a sharp-feathered quill. He had not looked up when she entered, too intent upon his work apparently. Valerie was not really nervous despite being late. She was confident she wouldn’t get punished.

She sat down and waited. Snape did not say anything. Valerie wondered if he was angry with her. She supposed that he was since he wasn’t speaking. He normally would be fully engaged with her by now, glad of her presence.

“I’m sorry for being…about a half-hour late for the lesson, sir,” she voiced with true contrition.

Finally, Snape looked at her, but not fully in the eyes. Valerie knew then that he was deeply offended. He said quietly, “What? Half an hour? Three full hours have since gone by. It is just past ten. Have you any reason to explain this for yourself?”

Valerie looked forlornly away and barely discernable she answered, “No.”

Snape sighed, annoyed and disappointed with her. She saw out of the corner of her eyes, his finger’s stir restlessly next to him, right to where a cane was on the desk. Snape had not put it away since he’d last used it, unlike how he usually kept it in the cabinet. Valerie felt a surge of dread. Snape felt it necessary to quickly correct her. Just a few cuts, not applied with full force, and his brief censure and they could move on.

“I’m afraid…the swiftest solution, the only one that can be, is this..,” and Snape rose with the cane. Valerie braced herself, as she forced herself to stand strong. She wasn’t going to tell the headmaster what happened in the dungeons. It pained her more than any physical chastisement ever could, because it would give opportunity to remind Snape of the prefect she had been doing sexual favours for. He was so hurt when he had caught her enjoying the kiss from him last month. Nor could she stand to stand to talk about how Damion Bulstrode had molested her and how she had witnessed him rape.

Snape came beside Valerie. He waited for her to bend over his desk. “Just a few strokes and this will be forgiven, I daresay…”

“Please, sir,” Valerie begged weakly, glancing up at his stern expression, her lips quivering. She felt like crying, but she would cry more if she told him the truth.

Snape, at once found himself thinking how strange this was. Since when had Valerie been so nervous, let alone pleading and practically crying about a deserved punishment? But he chose to ignore the strange behavior, choosing wrongly to discount it.

“Come on..,” he said solemnly, and he put his hand gently on her shoulders, and finally she pushed her waist forward.

Snape stalled for a moment and decided he was permitted to do this on the bare because he was intimate with her. Of course, normally he wouldn’t do this with any other student. He pushed up her heavy robes, and then came to the pleated gray skirt, and wrenched that up too. Black pantyhouse covered her bum, and he put a finger in the waistband, pulling it down to her knees.

His anger switched from directing it at her to flitting somewhere else in an instant, the second he saw deep marks on the fleshy buttocks, revealed as he lowered the pantyhose. He felt a surge of rage, at the sight before him. He didn’t want anything else, but to find another way to express his rage physically in that moment. He raised the cane and brought it down with a cracking crash on the wood of his desk. Valerie gasped in fright. She had been expecting a blow to her behind, not his desk.

His anger was ferocious. “What happened here? Who did this?”

Valerie did not answer. Snape turned her around to face him, and put his hands demandingly on her shoulders. “What happened?! This is why you were missing this evening?”

Valerie’s eye’s watered with tears. “I’m s-sorry, sir. The Carrows have me in detention again. I couldn’t get unchained.” This, of course didn’t explain nearly everything, but it was all Valerie could say.

Snape’s expression softened, and he thought things over, deducing to himself many things, including the obvious fact she had been whipped. Yet he did not speak them aloud.

Valerie plundered on, ready to sob with begging, “I don’t think I can take anymore. Please, sir, don’t use the cane.”

She waited for his response, feeling sickened with anticipation as she looked at Snape. Then she looked down to where he was holding the cane, black, slender and hooked and Valerie stared at the horrible thing, hoping he would put it away.

“Tut, tut. You poor, brave girl. Why didn’t you tell me this wasn’t your fault? Instead, you nearly succeed at deceiving me. I suppose I shall ignore this attempt to lie to the headmaster. Although that in itself, warrants that you should be punished. Yet, I think you’ve been punished enough….”

Snape paused and finally tossed the cane carelessly back on his desk. “Poor girl…Let us hurry. If we take dittany, it will prevent the scarring. And after that, you and I are going to talk. In which, we shall discuss everything.”

“Yes, sir,” she mumbled guiltily, as she struggled to pull her pantyhose back up. Snape watched her unsuccessful fumbling, and then realizing how painful it must be to walk, he took her in his arms. One of his arms wrapped under her legs, and the other arm holidng up her upperback. Valerie leaned against his shoulder, feeling a lot safer than she had a moment ago. He carried her up the stairs and into his quarters, with a tender expression.

Moments later, Snape laid her prone on the bed, and he whispered softly, “Fortunately, I’ve been keeping dittany in my private stores, as of late. No need to see Madam Pomfrey, I’ll take care of it.” He seemed content to busy himself with helping Valerie.

She watched as Snape went over to his Potions workstation. Valerie meanwhile, took off her twisted robes and threw them in frustration on the floor. It certainly had not been a pleasant night. She waited, completely naked, and finally became aware of her body for the first time in hours. Instinctively, during the brutal interrogation and detention, her mind had left her body during them, until she the point where she fainted. Now she was able to feel again. She noticed that she was sweaty, and yet clammy and shivering. She could feel drops of blood oozing, both on her front and back. She wondered what she would look like if she could see her reflection. But she did not go to the mirror. Instead she obediantly waited for him.

She felt a sagging pressure on the bed as Snape knelt above her, a mere minute later.

“This will burn before it’s starts healing you…Painful, but considering all that’s happened to you in the dungeons, this is nothing,” he preambled, being fairly nice.

“Uh –okay.”

“And after, I have something you should find quite relaxing.”

Valerie wondered in her mind what that could be. And suddenly, she felt hands on her. Snape was dabbing drops of the liquid he took from the bottle onto her back, pressing his fingers with gauze strips.

She lurched when she felt a painful burning sensation.

“Don’t touch me!” she shrieked wildly, as if being assailed.

“What? What is the matter, girl? I’m treating you.“

Valerie was lurched back to reality, remembering it was only Professor Snape who was with her now. She felt him, press into her, applying more of the dittany. The other spots that had burned, were now cooling.

“I don’t know why I acted like that, professor. It came out of nowhere. I-“

“Forget it. For now. We’ll see if I can’t figure out your reasoning later…,” said Snape. He thought he had a good guess as to why she was acting this way. Perhaps the memories of her father molesting her had been stimulated from the harsh abuse ealier this evening?

Snape watched the effect, as he applied the dittany with strips of gauze all over her back, her buttocks, and her legs. As it started to cool, the parched skin would crinkle back together, as if it had never been torn, and the ugly weals disappeared.

He turned Valerie over to medicate the spots where the bullwhip had hit the front of her thighs, knees and shins. He commented, suppressing a shudder at more blood, “Valerie – I don’t know how you endured all this.”

She smiled wryly.

Another moment passed, Valerie looking through Snape’s dark eyes with deep contentment, as he hovered over her. He was so caring and concerned. Her heart burst with gratitude, “Thank-you! I owe you.”

In a tone that said that Snape had not minded the task, he said humbly, “For this?…You don’t owe me a thing. If the time ever comes, I’m sure you’d do the same.”

“I will. I would. I promise!”

Valerie jumped up, leaning on her elbows. “Lie back and relax. We’re not done,” said Snape. He turned her over to her backside – which was as good as new – except for a few scars from the other interludes she's spent in the dungeons. If not for dittany, and for himself, her back would have remained covered with scars for the rest of her life.

Valerie listened, breathing quickening in anticipation, as she heard Snape undress rapidly. His robe whooshing off and then himself unbelting his pants.

She expected to have penetration at any moment. But instead she felt the former Potions Master massaging her shoulders. She could also feel the hands on her were unusually moist, “This is good…Oh. What is it sir? I smell flowers.”

“Scented oils. A type of potion,” he answered quickly, and then resumed his concentration on every inch of her curvy frame.

Valerie moaned with pleasure and hoped they would do it tonight. They hadn’t had any good sex in awhile.

For several minutes Snape, continued massaging her from her back, all the way to her willing feet, which Valerie had suggested he massage as well.

Snape started kissing her, as his fleshy hands grooved into all the right places to make her feel exquisite renewal. He planted light caresses of kisses, everywhere from her back, legs, and even planting an affectionate kiss on her buttocks and feet, the silliest places to kiss, which made Valerie giggle.

Finally, she could feel, Snape getting hard. He had been pressing his body against hers all along.

“OH! Oh. Take me! Take me sir.”

“Beg, Valerie…I want some begging,” said Snape, heatedly.

“Please! Put your big stick inside me, now sir! Right into my asshole…I don’t care. I need to feel it!”

Snape laughed and plunged himself into her anus. Valerie sighed and purred like a kitten. And Snape could feel himself slowing reaching a climax. He plunged in and out, in and out multiple times, pressing his hands down firmly on her arms, letting her know he was there and in control. His strong hands only heightened her excitement more.

Finally he shot his ejaculation inside her, and actually kissed her two pale ass cheeks for a second time.

Valerie waited and said, “I was having the worst night – the most terrible evening…Until now!”

Snape smiled, and a little roughly turned her over to face him, and then he kissed her lips. She wrapped her legs, propping them up on his shoulders, torso on the bed below.

“Oh – sir. Please fill me up again with your sweet seed! I want it!” she demanded.

But he stopped her with a shake of the head. He said seriously, forcing himself to ignore his own desires to shag her wanton opening, stretched out in front of him, “No. I told you we need to talk first. Then maybe later.”

“Alright.” She watched as Snape got off the bed, and strode naked to his dresser. He took out his gray nightshirt and a plaid green nightrobe. And then he took out one of his more comfortable, woolen shirts for Valerie to wear for the night.

“Here, put this on,” he said plaintively.


Note: To be continued...A review is always appreciated. I have about 30 updates give or take, until this story is over.