Taming Your Will

Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me






Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me.

 

Warning:
This chapter may have some content, which may offend some readers. There is a
brief struggle scene between two characters. Also an undertone of slash (my
first) I will mark these parts in bold.

 

 

 

Taming Your Will

 

 

Chapter 5

 

 

 

Walking
out of her private Head girl room, Hermione was greeted with the sight of Harry
and Ron. Both were leaning against wall, patiently waiting for her appearance.
Quickly their faces turned red from some annoyance.

“Hermione
go change.” Ron flatly said.

“What?
Why?” She looked down seeing nothing wrong with her uniform.

“I’m
the one being lead by a broomstick here. So go change,” he said forcefully
towards her. Before Hermione could retort from his behavior, Harry interrupted
her coolly.

“Just
go,” his eyes commanded. Glaring at her friends, she reentered her room like a
wild storm.

 

 

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Before
knocking on Malfoy’s office, Ron finally spoke in a softer tone. “I’m not mad
at you for what you said. And I know you’re really not mad at us right now. But
Mione, we’re only trying to help you. If Malfoy tries to lay one finger on you,
I swear I will kill him. Of course I’ll have Harry’s help as well.” He glanced
at his other best friend, receiving a nod.

“Ron,
I can take care of myself.” Hermione turned looking into Ron’s sincere eyes.

“Yeah,
but that still doesn’t mean I’ll stop meddling with your life.” He smirked,
receiving a small smile from Hermione.

“So
you finally decided to show up,” the three friends were startled from the
familiar drawl. “And you still have Potter and Weasley by your side. How
sweet.” Malfoy directed his glares towards the boys. “Well now that you have
escorted your princess, you can leave.”

“I’m
fine right here.” Harry replied.

“So
am I,” Ron added crossing his arms.

“Ms.
Granger is here to serve a detention boys. Not to entertain me for amusement.”
Malfoy paused purposely at the phrase. “But since you have such a high opinion
of me, I’m rather tempted to act upon that thought.” Ready to pull their wands
out, Hermione quickly placed her hands over theirs.

“Please
guys don’t make this difficult. Its just detention.”

“She’s
right.” A deep voice called out behind them.

“William
what a surprise.” Lucius gave a smile, clearly saying he won.

“Lucius,”
Bill nodded slightly. “Harry, Ron, I would like to talk to you in my office.”

“But,”

“We,”

“No,
I think now is the perfect time, since Hermione will be serving detention.”
Bill gazed up looking straight into Malfoy’s face. “She’s will not be harmed
here with Albus as headmaster. Right Lucius?”

“Of
course William,” Malfoy said, taking a step aside allowing Hermione space to
enter into the room. With a final glance, the thick door closed behind her frame
and only Malfoy’s smug expression as comfort.

 

 

 

 

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“Why
are you keep us in here Bill?” Ron shouted pacing in his brother’s office.
Shaking his head at his younger brother, Bill moved to his bookshelf. Pulling out
a red leather cover, he handed the text to both boys.

“Patience
the Hidden Talent,” Ron angrily read out loud. “Well bloody hell, sorry if I’m
worried that my friend is all alone in a room with Lucius Malfoy.”

“Ron,
I told you. Professor Dumbledore has charms protecting all students in
Hogwarts. No curse, hex, or jinx can harm Hermione. What you need to do is calm
down.” Bill handed his brother a half filled cup. Taking the drink, Ron
greedily gulped the whole thing down. “I don’t want to know where you learned
to do that.” He said, once noticing how the liquor had not affected Ron’s
senses.

“Want
to give me another one?”

“No,”
Bill said, but then gave him another glass. Keeping Ron occupied, Bill turned
to the quiet Harry Potter. “Do you want some?”

“No,”
his voice was tight without any emotion.

“Its
my best stuff. Got it off a merchant from Greece. Have you ever seen the ladies
from Greece? Oh, it’s like walking into,”

“Look
Bill, I really don’t like bullshit so can you get to the point of this whole
thing.” Harry spoke cutting through any friendliness. Shocked by his attitude,
Bill leaned back against his chair to calm his nerves.

Since leaving Hermione, Harry had been an overcharged battery
ready to explode. The magical aura he gave off was as thick as fog and those
usual sincere green eyes were dark as night. As a grown man near his thirties,
he shouldn’t have been af. Bu. But the way Harry carried himself at the very
moment was terrifying.

“All
right,” Bill coughed clearing his throat. “I think you and Ron need to relax
with Hermione. I know. She’s your best friend. You both would do anything to
protect her. But Harry, you have to give her some breathing space. No, Harry
hear me out before interrupting. She’s going to have her own life someday with
someone she really loves. You cannot keep trying to shield her away from the
worlds suffering. You would stop her from learning. And you know how much she
would hate that. You need to let go Harry. Yes, you are friends but you are
also individual people. Your life isn’t centered around her and vice versa. You
have to let her fall even if it means you wouldn’t be there to help her back
up.”

“Bill,
are you telling me or Ron?” Harry bitterly stood, with a half drunk Ron in the
corner of the office. “Because I get this funny feeling like it’s only about
me.”

“Harry,”


“Don’t
Harry me, Bill. Now I’ve listened to you like a nice little boy so I think its
time I had my say. Yes, I’m overprotective of my friends. And yes Hermione is
top on my list. But you have no right saying someone else is going to love her
like I do. No one could understand her with their whole heart. They would feel
either overwhelmed or inferior. She’s special. To unique for anyone in this
world to truly appreciate. So you’re wrong Bill. I’m only half a person without
her guidance. I couldn’t let her fall because that would mean I would too. And
Bill,” Harry paused looking straight into the older man’s eyes. “No one is
going to make her suffer.”

 

 

 

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Damn
it, she wasn’t wearing her uniform. Was Lucius’ first thought when seeing
Hermione standing in front of his room. But realizing that his schoolgirl
fantasy would not be fulfilled anytime soon, Lucius cleared his head for the
matter at hand.

Currently
bent over her work, was a furious brunette probably dreaming of ways to hex
him. Which gave Malfoy the biggest erection in his life. He was getting
addicted in seeing her eyes flash with anger and face flush in hate. Those
delicious curves she had were covered in some muggle fashion. But the way they
pressed against the table was unbearable.

‘Breath
in…. breath out,’ he thought desperately to himself. This was insane. He was a
Malfoy. He didn’t need to feel this thirst. He was a man who knew what he
wanted. And he definitely wanted the woman in front of him. Brushing his hand
through his hair, he strutted over to his prey with charm oozing from his every
pore.

“Ms.
Granger, I think that will be enough for tonight. You have not stopped since
you gotten here.” Lucius smiled making Hermione wonder what he was up too.

“It
was my detention Professor. Not a cup of tea,” she replied, rubbing her sore
wrist. Observing the action, Lucius lightly touched her fingers.

“Your
hand must hurt from all that writing.” His tone actually sounded caring,
Hermione thought. “Come into my other office. I have some cream for that.”

“No
thank you, sir. I rather go to bed.” Hermione stood putting things away. But
was stopped by Lucius’ firm grip.

“I
said you could stop. I didn’t say you could leave.”

“Its
almost 11:00. I’ve been here for 3 hours.” Hermione said, tugging her sore arm.
“Will you just let me go to bed?”
(Warning starts here)

“I
wouldn’t dream of anything else.” With sudden force, Lucius pulled Hermione
into a hidden back room. Struggling with all her might, Hermione found herself
getting weaker and weaker. “I wouldn’t fight if I were you. The cologne I’m
wearing makes any one deeply inhaling unable to move. Wait…I want that to
happen.” He laughed, throwing her onto a large canopy bed.

“You
sick bastard. Get away from me.” Hermione shouted frantically looking for her
wand.

“Tsk
Tsk, Ms. Granger,” Malfoy purposely held her wand out of reach. “You should
know I’m not a bastard. I’ve seen you search through records of Pureblood
families.”

“So
you admit to being sick,” Hermione scanned the room for anything to hit Malfoy
with.

“Oh
kitty, I don’t hide that fact at all.” He started stripping his robe, not
caring were they landed.

“If
you dare touch me, you’re dead.”

“Then
its worth it for those breast of yours,” he stated fully naked before Hermione.
Only seeing naked men in text books, Hermione couldn’t help but look at his
body. And dear god, he did have a body. Broad shoulders, muscular stomach, lean
legs, and a penis worth his wealth. “Now lets see how deep in hell I will be
in,” Malfoy glided over, starting to pull Hermione’s clothes off.

Trembling
from his touch, she threw her arms trying to push him away. Sadly it only
helped him from stripping her upper body nude. There laid her full plump
breasts, screaming for Malfoy’s touch. And touch he did.

With
his large smooth hands, he grabbed each one eagerly. Shocked by the feeling,
Hermione felt her nipples react on contact. Delighted with her unconscious
moans, Lucius hungrily pressed his lips over hers. Without any restraint, he
drove his tongue reaching for hers.

Over
loaded with new sensations she never felt before, Hermione whimpered in agony.
The man was driving her crazy with harsh tugs and pulls. Feeling his body lay
above her, Hermione knew this was out of her control. Suddenly with heart
wrenching panic, she started struggling with all her might. Fuck the cologne,
she thought. Just get him off you before he does anything. With one great push,
Hermione opened her eyes to see Malfoy in the opposite side of the room.

“Ms.
Granger,” the sneering voice of Severus Snape never sounded so good. Turning to
her left, she saw her savior dressed in dark robes looking every inch the bad
ass. Merlin, Malfoy just made her so horny she was looking at Snape like a sex
god.

“Sir?”
Hermione hoarsely answered. Taking off his cloak, Severus carefully wrapped it
around her. Gently he collected her ripped clothes, handing them to her.

“Ms.
Granger, I want you to go to the Infirmary. Do not shake your head at me. I
will be there as soon as I’m done with Professor Malfoy.” Professor Snape
surprisingly guided the stunned Hermione out the door with out any compliant.

Once alone with Lucius, all
niceness was gone. “You horny old fuck. What are you playing at? First you tell
me you have this master plan, now you’re letting that small head of yours lead
the way.”

“I
never heard you complain Severus.” Lucius growled, wiping the blood from the
back of his neck. “You made me bleed.”

“So
did you,” (Gee I wonder what Lucius did to make him bleed? Any guesses?) Snape glared, cursing the man into a body
lock. Pushing Malfoy’s body onto his bed, Severus raged into speech. “First you
dare show up here, in MY territory with some shit filled plan. Then you lust
over one of MY most annoying student’s, not caring for the consequences that
would follow. And too top it off, you almost raped her in MY personal bedroom.”
He flicked his wand, tying Malfoy’s limbs to his four bedposts. “What can you
possibly say that would make me not hurt you?”

“Who
said I didn’t want to be hurt?” Lucius said with lust clearly seen. “Great
Merlin Severus, take off those piles of clothes.”

“No,”
Snape spoke with malice on his smile. “I promised Ms. Granger I would see her
in the hospital wing. You can just stay here.” Severus walked towards Malfoy,
letting his index finger run over Lucius aching erection. “You’ve been nasty
Lucius. You lied to me. I don’t like being lied too.” Malfoy shivered at the
touch. “When I return, I will hear the truth. And if I like it, I may let you
go.” Leaning over, Snape blew across the throbbing organ. Groaning, Lucius felt
himself moving his hips desperately.

“Merlin,
I missed you.” The blonde grunted as Snape stood between the doorway. “This is
the Severus I want.” Lucius turned his head, looking deep into Severus’ eyes.
“The power. The harshness. The ability to make anyone submit.”

“Interesting,”
Snape said indifferently. “I think you said the same thing to Narcissa.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A.N.

 

Thank you everyone for your reviews. It makes my day
whenever I see a new one. I hoped you liked this chapter. I know the plot seems
really complicated right now, but I promise it’ll make sense later on.

A few questions though:

Do you like where this is going?

Is the pace of the story to slow?
Fast? Not enough?

Are you totally confused at this
point?

Is there anything you would like
to see?

Anyway, I promise the next chapter will have lots
and lots of sexually charged interaction. So if you are a big fan of devilish
Snape, than stay tune!