Taming Your Will

ooDisclaimer: These characters do not belong to me






Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me.

 

 

Taming Your Will

 

 

Chapter 6

 

 

 

“Comfortable?”
Severus strolled in to his room, acting perfectly normal at the sight of
Lucius’s nude frame.

“Like a bed roseroses,” Malfoy replied with equal indifference. Adjusting his sore arms and
legs, Lucius watched as Severus moved about in his room. His lean figure combed
through the chaotic mess, picking up scattered objects here and there. With his
wand raised a chair appeared beside the bed and Lucius found himself fully
clothed again.

“What are
you doing?” The raw disappointment was heard.

“This is no
time for games Lucius.” Severus flicked his wrist, releasing Malfoy from res restraint. “Now you better tell me your plan or I’ll make sure you will not
walk out alive.”

“Funny, how
I hear that all the time from you.” Lucius retorted slowly becoming vexed. When
they were younger, Lucius would do things like this all the time. Either male,
female or both, Severus had never walked away from him without some sort of
release. They were creatures of power. The thrills of making someone submit,
while knowing how every second you were breaking their will.

Lucius had
specifically planned tonight with Granger and Snape’s bedroom, to ignite the
hidden desire Severus had suppressed so long. So when his brooding figure came
dashing in, Lucius knew he had returned. With Severus Snape’s expertise in
seduction and pleasure, Hermione Granger would have been begging for Lucius at
the end of the week. But now sitting in front of him was a different man. A man
so deep in self-control, one would wonder if he knew what wanting was.
Something had happened while Severus was in the Hospital wing.

Lucius
quickly listed reasons in his head that could have diminished the obvious lust
he had seen earlier. Had Severus changed? No, Lucius thought, he was still the
hypnotic cobra he met so many years ago. Did he have affections for the girl?
Impossible, she was everything he hated. Mudblood, Potter’s friend, and never
knew when to shut up. Had his attitude towards him changed? Not likely. Lucius
brushed his loose hair from his eyes. Severus and him had too deep of a
relationship to be broken. No matter how much they lied, tricked, or ignored
each other, they were still connected. Something had caused Severus to run from
his instinct.

“I
oblivated the girl if that’s what you’re wondering.” Snape finally spoke after
patiently waiting for Lucius to inwardly think.

“No, but at
least we have one problem solved.” Malfoy focused his eyes on the other man.
“So you want to know my plan?”

“Wasn’t
that you’re whole purpose tonight? To get me to notice your plan.” Severus tone
clearly voiced his anger.

“Well
whatever works,” Lucius moved to sit against the bed frame. “I want to seduce
Granger after I gain her trust.”

“Rather
cliché don’t you think? Seduce Potter’s girl to show how evil we are then throw
her aside in the end?”

“Oh, I
believe this plan will be more original.” Lucius paused for his effect of the
idea. “You should know better than I the art of seduction. It isn’t about sex,
or desire. It’s about power over one’s will. Power to make someone crawl on all
fours with a simple smile. How one’s voice could make a person lose their mind.
The ability to snap every restriction the person might have and make them love
it. We can do that Severus. We can make the girl ours. I can have the body and
you can have the mind. She would be the greatest weapon in our battle and no
one would know. Her innocence can hide sexuality. Her purity can cover wickedness.
Her logic can create perfect lies. The Dark Lord is most pleased with the plan
Severus. He looks forward to our success. And I hope for my partners’ return.”

Sliding
gracefully towards Severus, Lucius ran his fingers slowly over Snape’s knee.
With his other hand, Lucius reached out cupping Severus face. The skin-to-skin
contact caused shivers in both of their spines. Whispering in a tone so unlike
the usual confident man, Luicus spoke softly.

“Let our
return be glorious Severus. Hide no more between the shadows of two men and
their battle. We have the power, not them. Let’s show them real fear. Real
excitement. Real passion.” Gray eyes met black. “And you will have anything
this world has to offer with control over how you want it.”

Closing in
on Snape’s lips, Lucius could feel the hot breath he was so use to before.
Barely touching his rough mouth, Severus pulled away. Gliding out of his seat,
Snape coolly leaned against his closest door.

“I may
follow your plan. But hear this Lucius.” Severus smirked smugly from the
encounter. “The day you touch me is when I grant it. And I will deal with
gaining Granger’s trust. As for Dumbledore and everyone else, further plans
will have to be made.”

“But,”
Malfoy stood from the bed.

“No,
Lucius. Take it or handle your own affairs.” Snape stood taller, as Lucius came
closer towards him. Glaring at the dark man before him, Malfoy could only
agree. He was at a disadvantage from not knowing the people or how to
infiltrate into their minds. Swallowing his pride, Lucius would let Severus
lead for now. But once the wildcat gave him any thought, Lucius would fully
take what was his.

“All right
Severus, we follow your directions.” For now, Lucius thought inwardly, giving
his best smile.

“Good,”
Severus replied knowing that Lucius was hating the idea of not being the
leader. Pointing towards his door, Malfoy could only take the blunt hint to
leave. Once the door slammed, Severus felt himself exhausted after a week’s
sleepless nights. Pulling out his favorite brandy, Severus greedily drank out
of the bottle.

It was
going to be a long night. He thought bitterly after recalling the images of
Hermione’s breast glowing in the candlelight. Swaggering onto his bed, he could
still smell the scent of lilacs that Hermione wore so often. And the sharp
scent of sandalwood from Lucius. Harshly grabbing sheets beneath him, Severus
tried controlling the urge to beat Malfoy into thousands of pieces.

Not onlad tad the selfish prick tried to take what was his. But he was trying to do it in
front of him. Snape took another large gulp of his drink. It wasn’t until
Granger had confessed in the Hospital Wing that she was untouched before this
night that the possibilities of being her first been but a dream. She had been
remarkable calm at her violation, but the undertone of fear was evident.
Severus could easily tell she was still wanting from unknown desires that
Lucius created in her. Merlin how he almost lost his control when she was
exposing her soft skin unaware towards him. And the grateful smile she gave him
was enough to make all his wet dreams seem right. But he had to erase her
memory for the Order and his future plan.

Snuggling
his head against the pillow, Snape expressed a rare smile no one would see. It
was a smile, which meant he had other ideas as well. Ideas that would please
him fully.

 

 

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“Are you
sure you should be up? I mean you look sick.” Ron asked Hermione as they made
their way down the hall near the Great Hall.

“You know
how to make a girl feel special.” She replied clearly untouched by the comment.

“I think
what Ron meant was, are you sure you don’t want to sleep in after your late
night detention.” Harry said, feeling very unsettled about Hermione’s behavior
this morning.

Sighing
from her headache and the eerie feeling she was forgetting something, Hermione
answered in a tight-annoyed voice. “Guys I’m fine. I’m not some 5 year old. I
can handle myself.” Stocking off in anger, Hermione missed the creeping figure
in front of her. Slamming into the body, Hermione’s momentum fell backwards.

Reaching
out, Lucius laced his arms around Hermione’s waist keeping her from falling.
“Good morning Ms. Granger,” he said, still firmly holding her in place.

Eyes wide
in surprise, Hermione could only blush at her current position. Hearing
footsteps behind her, Professor Malfoy released her taking a few steps away
from her.

“Hermione,”
Harry called out, glaring at the professor. “Are you all right?”

“I’m fine.”


“Are you
sure?” Ron took his side beside Hermione.

“Yes,” She
huffed, feeling more flustered, as Professor Malfoy’s eyes wouldn’t break from
hers. When he had touched her, the sensation of his fingers was indescribe. It
felt like butterflies had gently landed over her skin. His hot breath reopened
dreams of her subconscious from were her secret lover pleased only her. What’s
my problem? Hermione shook her head in anger. I shouldn’t be lusting over a
Malfoy.

“Pleasant
dreams Ms. Granger?” Malfoy asked concentrating on Hermione’s rosy cheeks.
Embarrassed and confused on what was wrong with her body and senses, Hermione
just turned to leave for the Great Hall.

Quickly Ron
ran after his humiliated friend, while Harry stayed back. Looking from left to
right, Harry stood taller, reaching at eye length with Malfoy. Green eyes
burning with hate, Harry spoke with pure and utter venom.

“I know
what you’re up to Malfoy.” Harry fiddled with his wand in his right hand. “And
don’t think I’m not tempted to use this. So if you even try to put a hand on
Hermione again, I’ll kill you.”

“Potter,
threatening a Professor will lead to an expulsion.” Lucius replied not even
caring about the younger boy’s attitude.

“And who
would believe you?” Harry cocked his eyebrow before stepping back shouting.
“Its your son that keeps bothering me! Tell him to behave. He’s you’re son!”

“Mr.
Potter,” the voice of Professor McGonagall interrupted. “You should know better
then to yell at a professor. 5 points for disrespect, now hurry along for
breakfast.” With her back turned to Harry, she missed the sinister look he gave
Malfoy.

Unaware of
what happened before, Minvera dove into a lecture she usually reserved for
Severus. “Lucius, I know that your son and Mr. Potter have many disagreements.
But as a Professor at this institution, you must learn to let the students
handle their own affairs. I will not mention this event to Albus, but if
another situation occurs I will be forced to tell this to the headmaster. Do I
make myself clear?”

“Of course
Minvera,” Lucius gritted his teeth in anger. “I got carried away. I will not
let that happen again.” Nodding in approval at the answer, Minvera left for her
own breakfast.

Once alone,
Malfoy threw his fist against the cold wall. The little pea brain idiot
actually got the best of him. Lucius thought while letting the warm blood drip
down. So Harry Potter actually thought he could beat him. Well, he’ll just have
to show the moronic fool what a man could do in battle.

 

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“Ms.
Granger,” Hearing her name, Hermione looked up from her books to see Professor
Snape. Without invitation, he pulled the empty chair, sitting across from
Hermione in the quiet library.

Clearly
dreaming, Hermione pinched her arm very hard. Nope, this is real. Returning her
attention towards the professor, she found him showing a very odd smirk. Or was
that a smile.

“Ms.
Granger, I have those books you recently aske bor borrow for your research.”

“Already? I
thought the headmaster said it would take at least 2 months.” Hermione fidgeted
under the gaze of Professor Snape.

“Well as a
Potions Master, I do have some benefits.” He stated with a tone that indicated
other things. Swallowing what seemed to be her lost nerve, Hermione stuttered
uncontrollable.

“Yes…well…one
would think so.” She paused cursing herself. What was her issue? First she was
lightheaded at the sight of Malfoy and now she acted like some silly schoolgirl
with a crush towards her Potions Professor. Something definitely happened last
night. If only she could remember.

“So are you
going to retrieve them now,” he leaned forward brushing his hand over her, “Or
later on tonight?”

“I…ah…well
now is fine. Unless you’re busy sir.”

“Ms.
Granger is something the matter? You seem flustered.” Turning her head away,
Hermione bit her lower lip. Get a grip Granger. This is your Professor.

“No, I’m
fine sir. Yes, now will be a good time. Let me collect my things.” Hermione
uttered a charm that packed away her scattered items. Pulling on her book bag,
the leather strap easily swung over her shoulder. Following her mentors lead,
she was unaware of the first plan that was about to take place.

 

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Reaching
his classroom, Severus grinned inwardly to himself. The girl had not only
displayed his desired response but also had no recollection of the night
before. The only thing he left in from the memory charm was her feelings and
senses towards him and Lucius. If he played his cards right, Severus would have
Hermione wanting him in seconds.

“Take a
seat Ms. Granger, I will be right back.” Walking into his back room, Severus
reappeared with a pile of heavy thick textbooks. Placing them before her,
Hermione’s eyes lightened up with delight. Without asking she grabbed the
nearest text in front of her.

Head down in concentration, she
missed the figure standing directly behind her. Placing his hands on the table,
Severus successfully trapped Hermione in between. Leaning inches away from her,
he could feel her shivers with pleasure while creating stirs of urges in his
own body.

“Incredible
isn’t it?” His long fingers glided over the words Hermione was trying to read.
“So smooth yet carries knowledge only few can access for their own purpose.”

“Yes,” she
roughly replied from the invading ideas created from her Professor.

“Take a
deep breath, it smells wonderful.” Severus pulled the book closer allowing
Hermione the chance to try. Silently she inhaled the ancient scent of dry ink,
mixed with the surprising smell of dark chocolate. Turning towards the aroma,
she noticed Professor Snape’s lips millimeters away from her own.

“Wonderful,”
she answered but had her eyes only on his dark lips wondering how they felt
against hers.

“See
anything you like?” He asked, while Hermione finally realized that the
professor wasn’t talking about the books.

“I didn’t
know I could have this.”

“You could.
All you need is to ask.” Severus reached out, wrapping one arm around her
waist, while the other guided her arm towards his neck. Pausing purposely at
her hunger stare and lips, Severus slipped his hand beneath her blouse feeling
soft skin.

“Will you?”

“Please,”
Hermione whispered not caring about the consequences. She could only understand
the building need to have his touch or the sweet sensation of his voice. While
she should be afraid of this unknown impulse, Hermione could only remember the
way he was rubbing circles on her back.

Arching
into his frame, Hermione allowed a better angle as Severus continued his
exploration. His tongue drove deeply into her mouth, while slipping his hand
higher and higher on her back. Moaning in pleasure, Hermione weaved her own
fingers into his hair. Unlike the gossip of greasy hair, it was actually very
silkily.

Noticing
how tired she was on tiptoes, Severus moved one arm beneath her posterior.
Automatically understanding, Hermione wrapped her legs around his slim waist.
Turning towards the table, Severus placed her between two hard objects.

Once
feeling the edge of cool table, Hermione felt another item, which wasn’t there
before. Sliding one hand down, she cautiously touched the object. Hissing in
approval, Severus wrapped his hand over hers, showing her what it was.

“Oh god,”
she murmured realizing what it was. He only responded in a lustful grunt.
Feeling increasing heat between her own legs, she pulled him closer towards the
building sensation.

While
Severus left Hermione feeling his hard bulge, he let his hand slip into her
pants. Reaching the wet area, he slowly slipped one finger over her center.

Instantly
screaming from the contact, Hermione stopped all movement on her account.
Taking the excited moans, Severus continued his action with a new fiery.

As her face
contorted into a new ecstasy, he slammed his mouth against her. Having her
wanting breath mixing with his own, stirred deep hidden desires he had so long
suppressed. Almost near her explosion, Hermione felt her lower body tighten
automatically around Severus slender finger.



Knock Knock

 

“Damn,”
They both cursed at the intrusion. Not caring about the sound, Severus went
back to his unfinished task.

“Almost
there,” he whispered in her ear. But sadly they would not finish, for the
stranger needed to be seen.

“Severus,”
the voice of Ablus broke through the room.

“Shit,” He
pulled his whole body away from Hermione. Sweeping the books on to the floor,
he tugged her body down following the objects. Muttering a quick charm, Snape
appeared before the headmaster.

“Severus, I
need to speak with you.” Ablus rushed in, finally noticing, Hermione standing
up with books clung tightly in her arms.

Clearing
his throat, Severus answered calmly. “Alright Ablus.” He turned his back
staring straight into Hermione’s eyes. “Ms. Granger these books are very
valuable and easily damageable. I will keep them in my office and when you need
them, you will make an appointment with me. Is that clear?”

“Yes…sir.”
Hermione placed the books back onto the area where she and Professor Snape had
been exchanging body fluids. Bowing her head in humiliation, she tried hiding
her tears. “Good day headmaster, sir.” She tried rushing out, but was stopped
by Professor Snape.

“Ms.
Granger,” Severus spoke once she reached the door. “I am free Monday evening.
You may come in after dinner. We can continue our discussion then.” Only nodding
in response, Hermione left both Professors in the cold dangerous dungeon.

 

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“Father you
wanted to see me?” Draco stood before Malfoy senior, while nervously holding
his fists tightly together.

“Yes,”
Lucius held an empty cup towards his son receiving a nod. Pouring his son the
whiskey he continued speaking. “Crabbe and Goyle have informed me that you have
not visited your housemates in a long time. And Pansy says you have not touched
her in weeks. The house is talking son. They say you have other interests.
Interests that do not benefit the Slytherin house or the Malfoy name.”

“Of course
not father,” Draco swallowed the dry liquor. “Yes, I have been occupying my
time with other people, but nothing that does not benefit my…our future.
Besides the time it takes Crabbe and Goyle to comprehend what to do, I could
have had three mudbloods dead.” Draco paused looking into his father’s eyes.
“Pansy may be my future wife, but you should understand how I feel father. One
woman shouldn’t shut me out from other possibilities.”

Smiling
proudly at his son’s attitude, Lucius waved his hand in agreement. “Women are
frivolous things. Put a ring on their finger, and they believe it means
for.” H.” He lit the thick cigar before him, “But remember this Draco,
simpletons your companions may be, but they have money and access. Access to
their father’s power and privileges. Weave them so deeply dependent on you and
the future only holds possibilities for you.”

Turning his
chair around, Lucius silently stared at the flickering flame before him. “I
understand father.” Draco stood taking his cue to leave. Only receiving another
hand gesture, the younger boy left the empty room.

Quietly
walking through the maze of corridors, Draco reached the dark room, hidden from
prying eyes. Sneaking in, he placed a quick silent and locking charm, while
squinting his eyes in the darkness. Sensing the waiting figure, Draco whisper,
“lumos.”

“Its almost
curfew. What took you so long?” The irritated voiced asked.

“I had to
meet my father. You know how those meetings go.” Draco said, clearly asking for
forgiveness. “Have you been here long?”

“Yes,” the
voice stated.

“How can I
make it up to you?” Draco paused at the sight of the beautiful creature laid
seductively on the large bed.

“I’ll think
of something. But for now just come here.” Without arguing Draco collapsed onto
the equally wanting body.

 

 

 

 

A.N.

Sorry for the delay.
My future chapters will not be updated everyday just because of my new schedule
in work and school. But now all my
lovely readers don’t have to suffer my grammar mishaps because I have a lovely
beta reader!

Thank you the Ascendant J

 

Anyway I hope you like this chapter. It took me a while to
write. I had the misfortune of writer’s block. I know, the ending sucks, but
there is a purpose for it. And no, you will not found out who it is until later
on in the story. But if you guess right, I might tell you.

 

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Until next time everyone :)