The Dark Gryffindor

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Chapter Thirty-three: Death Eaters Executions


It was with great excitement that Valerie Powers entered Snape’s study. She was wearing her plain black school robes, but underneath she had whipped up a special little something.

“Come in!” said Snape heartily.

She stood in the doorway and laughed to see the headmaster in something very similar to his teaching robes but somehow, very different.

“What are you wearing, sir?” She asked curiously.

“Death Eater Ceremonial robes.”

“They’re nice! How do I look?” she asked. And Valerie approached Snape one hand on her hip, as if posing for a camera, she swung her hair back, looking up at him. Snape looked down, as she arched her back, giving a full view of her front, donning nothing more than thong and corset, a corset with artful holes, her skin visible in patches.

She laughed to see Snape’s reaction. Her next words were semi-sarcastic. “When we get there I’ll flash the Death Eaters. It’ll be fun. See…” And she turned, opening her uniform again.

Snape shook his head, lips fully pursed. “No, Valerie. Don’t do that.”

“Why not? You don’t have to be jealous sir! I’d never cheat on you….I just wanna tease the boys is all!”

"That’s not the point. Don’t entice them. And they’re not boys, Valerie. They are men, hardened men who have seen more horrors than most will in a lifetime. You will give absolutely no encouragement to the Dark Lord’s officers. Is that understood?”

“Fine. I mean, yes sir.”

But Valerie still looked deeply disappointed. She had lowered her head into compliance at her assenting words. But she still rolled her eyes, sulking with cherry red lips pouted. Snape was right in thinking that it was because of her being sexually abused as a child that made her more prone to be promiscuous than the average woman.

He frowned at her, thinking with terrible apprehension of all the abuses she would surely be subjected to tonight. It made him sad. But he didn’t show it. He knew something that could ease her comfort just a bit.

“Bend down and touch your toes,” he told her.

Valerie looked confused at this request. But she bent herself over. Snape lifted the heavy fabric of her school uniform robes, so heavy like curtain drapery. He folded it from behind. He saw the black strip of thong ensconced between her two pert lobes, as he folded the robes above her shoulders. He quickly lowered the thong and he went with his wand, healing all the deep marks from the caning he had inflicted. It had happened over a week ago. She had suffered long enough for it.

Valerie felt Snape muttering complex incantations to heal the slightly scabbing skin, and then he was massaging the murtlap into her buttocks. Used to the comfort by now, Valerie hardly reacted.

Until Snape raised his wand free hand, and subjected her to several playful swats. He continued the brief spanking and Valerie was laughing with amusement. He pulled his other arm under her waist to keep her bent over, as her now unscathed posterior turned the lightest shade of pink. She did not know, but Snape had a real reason to spank her. He knew a spanking would make her masturbate, and he feared what was planned for when they arrived. If she was wet, it would mean it would hurt a lot less if the Death Eaters raped her.

But all too soon, he reluctantly paused in the spanking. He whispered seductively in her ear, “I’d love to put you over my knee right now, finish the spanking, and hopefully progress into a good shag…But we must not be late!”

She relented, “Alright…” Remembering to be grateful for the little bit of flirtatious fun they had gotten to have, she added, “Thank-you sir!”

Snape looked at her strangely suddenly and Valerie was about to inquire what was wrong, when he said, quiet and cautious, “I don’t want you calling me that anymore, Valerie. You no longer may call me, ‘sir’, ’professor’ or ‘headmaster’.”

Valerie’s jaw dropped. But then she looked unconvinced and suspicious. “What now? I suppose I have to call you master….Yes master!”

Snape shook his head and said with firm finality, “Call me Severus.”

And now Valerie was stunned into silence. She had wanted to call him by his first name for a long time. Snape waited for her to grow adjusted to the change, busying himself with something gold that was lying on a table. She watched him put on a clanging necklace that went all the way across his chest.

Snape answered for her. “These medallions are symbols of my rank. One for my Pureblood ancestry, and another to signify my position as headmaster of Hogwarts, and amongst these are the remaining ones.”

Valerie bubbled, “You look so proud and impressive with those medals, sir! I mean…” She took a step closer and laughed lightheartedly, sounding perfectly youthful. She embraced him gently, looking up at him and whispered lovingly, “Severus…”

Snape smiled with obvious pleasure to hear her call him his name. As she hugged him, he bent over. His lips smooched against hers indulgently.

But all too soon, the blissful moment passed. Snape stood up straighter and Valerie removed her arms entangled over his shoulders.

She watched him place his wand to his face, and a mask appeared. She balked instantly, “Oh, just when I’m allowed to call you by your first name…You have to wear that hideous thing! I don’t want you to wear a mask…Severus, please.”

“I have no choice in the matter…Let us go,” he answered dismissively.

Arm in arm, Snape escorted Valerie to the fireplace where they soon after arrived in the drawing room of Malfoy Manor.


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