Know Thy Enemy

This story is based on characters and situations owned by JK Rowling, and various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books, and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No copywrite or trademark infringement is intended.

Chapter 4

When I enter the common room it is nearly empty as it is so early in the morning and I am pleased. I nod a good morning to the one lone occupant, knowing that the fourth year girl is dying to know why I am in the Slytherin common room so early though she doesn’t dare ask. I leave the common room as fast as I’d entered it before walking down a short passage way. Once I am in front of Snape’s room I rap my knuckles across the hard wood, barely giving the wood two knocks before the door is thrust open.

“What do you want, Malfoy?”

“Ah, why so formal, Mr. Snape? After all, you might as well start calling me Master.”

The scowl on Severus’ face deepens and I can’t help noticing that the fierce expression is not as effective without Severus’ greasy hair framing his face. In pleasure I raise my hand to touch the wet dark strands of Severus’ hair. I can feel Severus’ body tremble with rage before he smacks my hand away, “Don’t touch me.”

“Have you already forgotten the unbreakable vow you’ve taken, Mr. Snape?” I ask the pale boy in a dark tone, taking my wand out of my robe as I mutter a spell, thus causing Severus’ hair to dry.

Severus doesn’t bother uttering a ‘thank you’ and I hadn’t expected him to. However, I do get the boy to respond when I wrap my fingers in his now dry hair, lowering my head down, burying my nose in the silky vanilla smelling strands. I am please, though not surprised by the odor as most advent potion brewers use vanilla as it is the least likely of things to mix adversely with a potion.

“What are you—”

“Severus,” I say in warning and from my peripheral I can see Severus’ adam’s apple bob as he swallows thickly.

“Please,” Severus says in a much quieter voice, though it holds not only resignation but conviction. “Not here. Not…where anyone can see. Perhaps you should enter my room, Mr. Malfoy,” Severus says in a very untutored and failed attempt at seduction. Clearly Severus will be embarrassed if anyone were to exit their room and see our tête-à-tête ergo the measly attempt at seduction to get me to enter his quarters, out of sight of his fellow classmates. I enter the room anyway, letting the boy believe that he has won this round if only because my goal in the first place was to enter his room.

“Are you ready for your potion’s newt?” I ask Severus in small talk. The boy is standing stiffly by the now closed door.

“I am as…prepared as I’ll ever be though my mind perhaps is not in the…best of states.” I smirk at Severus as I know he is referring to the unbreakable vow.

“Well, Mr. Snape,” I say, stalking closer to the thin figure. “Perhaps we should see how much potion’s knowledge you can remember when you’re bent over the foot of that nice bed of yours, with my cock deep in your arse.”

Instantly Severus bolts and I don’t even bother to draw my wand as it is easy enough to subdue him. He snarls angrily as I drag him towards his bed. When I have Severus in position I wrench his wrist behind his back, lowering his torso to the bed as I meld my lower half into his arse.

“Don’t touch me!”

Abruptly I flip Severus over before giving him a sharp slap across the face. “Don’t be stupid, boy. Do you want to lose your magic?” There are tears in Severus’ eyes and his body is shaking all over. “If you fight me it will be painful. I assure you, Severus, it will be very painful. However, if you submit to me I will bring you more pleasure then you have ever known.”

The tears begin to leak from Severus’ eyes and I can see his left cheek blooming red—a handprint from where I’ve slapped him. “Please, Mr. Malfoy. I don’t want this, any of this. I know that I am a filthy halfblood, not only that but I am extremely ugly and unattractive. I…there are hundreds of people at Hogwarts more attractive than I and more than willing to enter your bed. Please, I have…nothing to offer you; I am not even…tutored in the ways of…”

Now I understand why he is crying. Severus is a virgin. I smirk in absolute pleasure and Severus quickly stops his nervous babbling, perhaps now knowing that it has only made the situation worse for him because I will have him. Never have I met someone who didn’t want me and the fact that Severus not only detests the thought of me in his bed, but that it terrifies him…ah, that is enough emotional stimuli to nearly have me creaming my pants though I have much more control and class than that.

Though all of Severus’ nervous babbling and scared quivering is arousing the emotion that he most pleases me with is his anger. “Why so reluctant to lose your virginity Mr. Snape? Perhaps you are saving it for a special someone, that redheaded mudblood maybe?” Severus glares at me in anger and I smirk in triumph before twisting the proverbial knife. “Or perhaps,” I say, lowering my mouth until it’s next to his ear. “Perhaps you are saving your virginity as a safety net in case you don’t pass your newts. A fair enough plan I assure you, though I’m not sure how many galleons an ugly filthy halfblood like you will receive. Who would actually pay to fuck you?”

Severus turns his head before spitting in my face. I pull away from him, giving his face two more sharp slaps in anger. The last slap draws blood from his pale lips and my cock twitches in lust. “I see you’ve chosen the path of pain,” I say before I take out my wand, casting a spell to bind his wrist. I pull a handkerchief from my robe, using the silk square to wipe off the wetness he’d left on my face. Once my face is wiped clean I grab ahold of Severus’ cheeks, applying brutal pressure so that his mouth opens instinctually in order to relieve the pain. My smirk, which hadn’t left my face, grows as I push the white handkerchief, almost as white as Severus’ pale face, forcefully into his mouth.

The boy gags and his eyes water but I use a spell to prevent him from spitting out the cloth before I begin to divest myself of my clothing. Severus eyes are large and wide, scared as they stare unmoving on my naked form. “Don’t worry, you’ll soon be in a similar state,” I say to Severus with sugary sweetness. The boy turns his head away and I can see his cheeks red from my handprints and his eyes leaking large tears of anger, fear, and humiliation.

“Look Severus, I’ll make a deal with you.” I spread his hair now wet from sweat away from his pale face, absently stroking the strong features. Severus stiffens under my touch. “If you suck my cock for me I’ll let you leave this room with your virginity.” Severus’ eyes fasten on me with immortal quickness and I chuckle softly at the distrust I see there. “Oh, by no means are you to be under the mistaken assumption that I won’t take that lovely virginity of yours from you, however, I am not completely cruel. If I were to fuck you now you wouldn’t have time to prepare any potions to elevate the unmistakable pain you will be in.” What I don’t tell the boy is I’d rather have him pain free, mostly pain free and ready for another bout of my vicious lovemaking. Unlike some of the other purebloods I find no pleasure in fucking unconscious bodies. I imagine it would be something like fucking inferi and that is absolutely disgusting.

“I will never submit to you. Never.”

I yank Severus’ hair roughly in my hand and he lets out a sharp gasp of pain as I angle his head up to me. “You will submit. You will. The vow will make sure of it. Though right now I am enjoying your spirited nature I will not always be inclined to do so. If and when I want you on your knees, begging to suck my cock you will because I will desire it. The vow demands that you succumb to any of my sexual desires and if you do not you will be striped of your magic. Remember that, Severus. Though I am letting you have your anger and defiance now it shan’t always be so.”

Severus doesn’t say anything more and after a few seconds I let out a sigh. I pull out my wand, muttering tempus. It is too late in the hour to continue on with Severus—I have meetings, plans, obligations—things I must attend to immediately as I have already spent too much time dallying with the boy.

I frown in annoyance as I had wanted to plow into his limber form but time is of the essence so instead of stripping him naked as I had planed to I straddle his chest. Severus eyes are wide with fear and he turns his head away. I grab his hair again, using the strands to force him to face me before I cast the spell to immobilize him so that he can’t move, not even to blink.

Severus’ dark eyes burn with anger and hate and my cock hardens further before it begins to leak pre cum. Quickly, as I do not have much time, I wrap my hand around the thick appendage, stroking the slick flesh with Godspeed as I pump my cock over Severus’ face. As I jack off over Severus, keeping contact with his onyx eyes burning with rage I imagine all of the illicit things I will do to Severus. The possibilities are endless and the countless fantasies flash through my brain in one fell swoop that has me cuming thick jets of sperm sooner than I had planned.

Though I don’t touch Severus with my cock I angle the head at his mouth forced open by my handkerchief. Most of my cum lands into the forced opening, coating the handkerchief with the substance. However, my aim is not absolute and a few streams of my sticky semen land around Severus’ mouth, blending in with his pale skin.

I rest a few minutes, catching my breath before I spell my clothes back on. “I shall meet you here after classes, Severus. Do not be late and do not disappoint me.” I exit the room, casting finite incantatem, not bothering to wait for a response from Severus and indeed the boy is not exactly in the right frame of mind to give one.

I return back to my suite in much haste, making the long list of fire calls required of me in order to check on my investments and keep my financial future looking profitable. Father is by no means giving out charity and at the tender age of eleven I was given a modest lump sum of money that I am required to use until I receive credentials at a university when I will then be given another lump sum of galleons. Father says we will not end up like the majority of purebloods who are living in rags because they do not teach their children financial independence. He says they don’t understand that you are never suppose to live off of the money you earn, only off of its interest.

Once the fire calls are complete, which takes up more time than I had hoped, I sit down in front of my ebony writing desk, quickly penning a note to Gringots as there is no way to firecall the paranoid goblins. I cast another tempus and use the rest of the meager time to pen a few more letters to the witches and wizards I had not been able to reach via firecall.

I whistle, calling Persephone, my eagle owl to deliver the letters to each of their recipients. I smile at my large owl, one of my first purchases, which indeed was a good one, and she hoots softly at me before holding up one of her legs regally. I tie the notes to her leg, telling her the addresses and sending her off through one of the magical windows, which in all actuality shouldn’t be there as the dungeons reside under Hogwarts’ lake. Even Father, with all his money, magic, and power, hadn’t figured out a trick like this one. However, the school certainly holds much ancient magic and Salazar Slytherin would not have disadvantaged himself or his Slytherins in any way. Indeed if the dungeon was barricaded one could easily live down here for years—that’s how self-sufficient Salazar had wished to be.

After I see my owl off I pick up my knapsack, making sure all of my books are within the bottomless bag before I head out of my room, making my way to the Great Hall.

Tbc…