The Dark Gryffindor

I decided to return to this story again, and will definitely have the next update soon.

Sheherazade: Thanks for that review awhile ago. It is slightly important to the plot that Valerie can resist the Imperius Curse.


Chapter Five: A Grim Christmas


Christmas morning, Severus and Valerie, headmaster and pupil had woken up together in the bedroom above the headmaster’s circular office. Valerie was hoping for a wonderful, peaceful day with Severus, but before they could even share a breakfast, he had told her to leave. He had explained after wishing merry Christmas that they could not go down to the Christmas feast together, and Valerie needed to change out of her school attire and get back to Gryffindor tower. She agreed reluctantly, letting him win this particular battle, saving up her obstinate opinions for another time.

She got to see Snape that evening for the Christmas feast. It had been rather an uneventful social occasion, as Valerie knew smartly that she must not indicate there was anything between her and Snape, other than that of headmaster and pupil. Therefore, she had not said anything to Snape other than exchanges while passing the many dishes cooked by Hogwarts’s House-elves. Nothing more than, "please pass the smoked ham" and a couple of "thank-yous"

At one point during the long meal, Valerie's hard-staring blue gaze caught Snape staring at her, lingering more than what was normal. Her cheeks blossomed with red-petaled flames of colour when she realized he was actually staring at her scant dressrobes of red and silver velvet. He seemed to be looking through her robes, as if he had a magical eye like Alastor Moody’s had been. It was a major turn on, and the only really enjoyable moment of the Christmas feast. But all too soon, Snape’s eyes were forced to look away from staring seductively at Valerie’s full plumaged cleavage. Amycus Carrow, the Co-deputy headmaster had gotten the drift and had stated looking at Snape with a pondering suspicion. And Snape, picking up on it, roved his dark eyes away and ceased to looking at her for the rest of the feast. None of the other teachers had been present, besides the Carrows. This included Mcgonagall and Flitwick and Sprout who had all left the school for the entire duration of the holidays. It was only the two Carrows, Snape, Valerie, and three older Slytherins who stayed.

As soon as the meal was over, Snape at the headmaster’s chair in the center laid down his knife and fork across his plate, and rose at once. He flitted down the table and out the side exit of the Great Hall, located near the Staff table.

“Happy Christmas, Amycus,…Alecto,” said Snape very formally. It certainly did not sound like he meant it, it was only to remain civil with each other.

Valerie couldn’t help but turn her head and watch Snape depart, feeling a sudden wash of sadness overcome her. She wanted to follow him out, but she knew it would be obvious to the others what she was doing. So she waited a couple of minutes, watching meekly as Alecto continued to gorge on the Christmas pudding.

Then she got up quickly and stepped off the platform and out the side entrance. She did not need to tell the teachers good night, she already had a terrible reputation with them, and they would not care to hear it at all. They already knew Valerie Powers had no real respect for the Carrows or their lessons, and they did not expect her to stop her defiant behavior, for they had finally given up on her. Amycus insisted just before break, before Snape had caned Valerie, that he wouldn’t allow her in the Seventh year N.E.W.T. Dark Arts class anymore.

Valerie strode determinedly through the halls and then broke into a run, passing the statue of the giant boar and going up several flights of the castle’s entrance hall stairway. She saw Snape at the sixth floor striding towards the two gargoyles, almost into the headmaster’s private chambers. She ran up to him, and he stopped, turning, wand out for discretionary caution.

Valerie skidded to a halt from her run, and approached a little less wildly, walking towards Snape, who had folded his arm’s over his teacher robes. Valerie thought it was rather a defensive gesture. In fact, he was sure he knew what she wanted and he was determined not to relent however tempting it was for him as well.

Valerie finally stopped before him, daring to stand right in his space, only a few feet away from getting to touch again.

She saw his stern look and could tell he wasn’t too adament about seeing her. Valerie took a breath and actually dared to put her hand on his arm, affectionately. She whispered, “I want to spend the night with you again,…sir. May I?”

“No, you may not. Get to bed,” said Snape deliberately. He had his reasons, and they were very rational. He knew it might be dangerous for Valerie. This is because it was possible the Dark Lord would show up anytime starting tomorrow.

Valerie smiled and batted her lashes at the headmaster. Bold and confident, Valerie argued, trying her best to be charming and cajoling at the same time, “You could fuck me all you want, sir. I promise I won’t object. Professor, I know you want it as much as I do!”

Snape raised a brow and resisted snorting at a seventeen year old's almost comical form of pursuasion. Nevertheless, he didn’t really like what he was hearing. 'Did the girl think he only wanted her for her pussy? It wasn’t true, he would have to show her otherwise', thought Snape.

He watched her for several seconds, as she waited looking desperate and growing impatient for a response. He spoke finally, “Some other time, Valerie. You're to sleep in Gryffindor tower tonight. Do you understand me?”

“I do. I understand,” she said looking disappointed. And she walked off, whilst he went in the opposite direction towards the gargoyle entrance.

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