The Punishment of Secrecy

Just like anything else you\'ll see on this site, I don\'t own the characters, the places blah blah blah. You know the drill. This story is littered with BDSM issues; spanking, whipping, domination, paddling,sadistic behaviours etc. If you don\'t like this sort of thing...TURN BACK NOW and DON\'T READ! If this is your cup of tea...continue and enjoy. The chapters will be continually longer the further into this story I get. I\'ve finished it and would just put the whole thing on one damn page, but gah! 85+ pages is too much! Enjoy, check back for updates!

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Hermione and Draco’s meetings were similar in nature the first three times they met. By the end of the fourth one, he was confessing to being sick of it and was ready to move on. She had to admit, he’d come a long way in the three weeks they’d been working on it. He’d gone from expelling his desire in seconds to lasting well into an hour. She was impressed, but never told him as much, seeing as he would take it entirely wrong. She and Severus w the then consume each other in their passion after their meetings and she would sneak back to the common room. Harry and Ron were helping in covering for her, and it made everything much easier on her. They still didn’t know about Draco, but she knew there would be trouble if she told them everything, so she kept the fact that she was meeting both of them to herself.

After their fourth meeting, as Hermione was dressing, Draco approached her, his face twisted in anger.
“Ok, Granger, I’ve had it up to here,” he held his hand over his head, “with your bullshit about building my tolerance to stimulation and what ever the hell else you’ve been babbling about. You’d better be prepared to actually do something the next time we meet. I think I’ve been more than patient and compassionate with you up till now. I just wanted to warn you so you could be prepared.” He finished pulling his robes on and swept out of the room. Moments later, Severus walked in, his face worried. He sat down next to her and put an arm around her waist.
“How are you doing my love?” he asked. She smiled weakly up at him, tears burning behind her lids. He saw she was upset and pulled her closer to his side. He stroked her hair and kissed the top of her head. She felt the dam that had been building burst and she wept into his chest. He didn’t know what to say to her. Draco had stopped him and informed him of his intentions on their next meeting and he knew instantly that Hermione would be in quite a state. She sobbed for a few minutes and then quickly sat up straight, wiping her face with the sleeve of her robes.
“I’m sorry. I’m wasting our time together,” she said before blowing her nose into a tissue he’d handed her.
“Don’t apologize. Malfoy stopped and talked to me tonight. I’m assuming he told you the same thing he’s told me.”
“Yes. He said he’s tired of what we’re doing and thinks we need to move on. I put it off as long as possible. I knew he wouldn’t wait for long. I didn’t really expect him to wait this long. He claimed he was being sensitive and compassionate. I think he was just ashamed that he knew he couldn’t hold out longer than the snap of your fingers.”
Severus was at a loss for words. The inevitable had arrived and it was worse than anything he’d imagined. He felt completely powerless in this situation. At least, up to this point, Malfoy hadn’t touched her much, but the thought of him actually having sex with her made his stomach lurch. She was his and he didn’t want to share her. She’d confessed to being terrified of Malfoy and didn’t like the idea of the old torture devices in the room, even if she wasn’t as nervous in his presence.
“You can stop this anytime you want to Hermione. I can still go to the headmaster…” he started.
“No. I’m telling you, he’s going to grow bored eventually and we’ll just put it behind us. Besides, loo looking into a few things right now. I’ve also put Harry and Ron on the trail of a few other things, although they have no idea why they’re looking. You know they know about us don’t you?” she asked cautiously. He nodded.
“I kind of figured when Weasley grinned at me the other day. Potter has been winking at me when you and I are within a meter of each other. nderndered if he was trying to make a pass at me or if he was in on our secret as well. I figured it was the former, seeing as he hates me.” Hermione forced a slight laugh.
“He doesn’t hate you, he just doesn’t understand you. Although, regardless of what you might think, he does respect you.”
“He has a funny way of showing it,” Severus quipped. She arched her brow at him and shook her head.
“He does. But anyway, we aren’t here to talk about my friends. Hos yos your day?” she asked, still sniffling slightly. He handed her another tissue and kissed her cheek.
“It was wonderful up until a few minutes ago, thanks to that little bastard. However, it seems to be improving.” He moved his hand up her thigh and kissed her neck. She moved away from him slightly and he recoiled as though he’d been slapped.
“I’m sorry Severus. I just don’t feel like doing anything tonight,” she said guiltily. He pulled her to him and laid them both on the bed.
“Hermione, there is no need to be sorry. I realize you can’t be in the mood at all times. Could you handle me holding you for a while?” he asked softly.
“I would love that more than anything right now,” she said, nuzzling up to his chest.
They lay in silence for a few moments when Severus realized that Hermione had fallen asleep. He moved himself out of her grasp swiftly and covered her with the down comforter at the foot of the bed. She moved slightly, almost houghough she was searching for him. He watched her sleeping for a second and then walked out into his office, closing the door behind him.
He started doing a few things that he’d not had time for with Draco and Hermione using his quarters. He quickly graded a few essays and started emptying vials that had been that days project. As he poured them down the drain two at a time, there was a knock on his door.
“Enter,” he said, not trying to hide his agitation. When he turned around to see who would be here at this hour, Albus Dumbledore was standing in the doorway.
“Headmaster,” he said, quite shocked to see him.
“Severus, I just wanted to come down and have a word with you,” Dumbledore said quietly.
“Please. Sit down sir,” Severus offered and the headmaster sat slowly in a chair opposite his own. Snape sat in his chair, a feeling of impending doom overwhelming him. “What is it you’d like to talk to me about?”
“I’m just curious. How have you been feeling lately? I’ve not had an opportunity to talk to you on a personal level almost all year and I feel terrible about it. This year seems to be passing us by more quickly than the last.”
“Yes, sir, it has felt that way. Although, it’s had its times where it felt like it would last forever too.” Albus’ sparkling blue eyes searched the gloomy dungeon office. He noticed nothing out of order, or if he did, he didn’t mention it.
“You know Severus,” he said with a heavy tone, “this year will be one of my hardest. I will have to watch students leave that I have bonded with, as I’ve never done before. Mr. Weasley, with his clever wit, Mr. Potter and his genuine loyalty to me and this school and” he paused, staring his piercing blue eyes into Severus’ dark ones, “Miss Granger with her infinite wisdom and brilliant work. I think I’ll miss these three students more than any others I’ve seen walk through these halls.”
Severus leaned over his desk, resting his head on his fingertips.
“Weasley and Potter are much too arrogant to ever amount to much GranGranger would be much better off disassociating herself from them. She has potential to become very powerful if she’d only concentrate on her studies and not try to help everyone that decides to lean on her.”
Albus smiled broadly and shifted his gaze towards the door to Severus’ quarters.
“What have you been doing to keep busy this year Severus?” the headmaster asked, still smiling.
Times like these, Snape felt as though the great Albus Dumbledore knew more than he ever let on. The wizened old man was looking at the door as though he could see Hermione lying in there sleeping.
“I’ve been doing what I always do. This class has to be one of the hardest to keep up on; constantly restocking the classroom stores, keeping my own up to date, researching some of the new potions. You know, the usual,” he said, never taking his eyes off of Dumbledore, who was still smiling at his door.
“Nothing new going on in your life Severus? Surely you’ve med ted to find something else to fill your time. Nothing particularly exciting going on?” he said, his smile growing even broader. Severus felt his face grow hot and his breath catch in his throat. He rose and began conjuring up tea for them.
“Something to drink sir?” he asked him, trying to change the subject.
“Thank you Severus, nothing like a hot cup of tea on a cold January evening. I was just thinking what a shame it is that you’ve given up on a personal life Severus. You certainly could find time somewhere in your busy schedule for yourself,” he said, his blue eyes twinkling.
“Well Sir, maybe eventually, but right now, I’m just too busy.”
Dumbledore nodded and sipped his tea. When he finished, he set the cup and saucer back on the desk and rose from his seat.
“I think I should be on my way. It’s getting late.” Severus walked him to the dungeon doorway where he stopped and gazed seriously into Severus’ eyes. “If you ever feel the need to talk to someone, don’t ever be afraid to come to me. Even if you think it’s something that I wouldn’t understand. If you come speak to me, I’m sure we could find a way through any problem.”
He nodded at the headmaster’s words, again getting the feeling that he knew more than he was letting on, said goodnight and closed the door behind him. As soon as the door was locked again, he ran to his quarters. Hermione was still asleep, curled up to his pillow. He pushed her hair out of her eyes and shook her slightly.
“Hermione,” he whispered. “Hermione, you need to get up. Hermione…” he said, his voice raising. Finally, her eyes fluttered open and she looked around, unsure of where she was.
“What the…did I fall asleep?” she asked, scrubbing her eyes with her fists. He nodded and she sat up quickly. “What time is it? How long have I been asleep? Why didn’t you wake me?” she said quickly and jumped out of bed. After gathering her things, she ran for the door. He grabbed her and spun her around.
“Settle down. It’s still early. You weren’t asleep more than an hour. In fact, I don’t think it’s past ten. I wanted to talk to you for a minute.” She glanced at her watch and sat down on the bed again. “I’ve just finished visiting with the headmaster,” he said flatly. She sat with her mouth hanging open, unable to find her voice.
“Wha…what did he say?” she finally managed.
“Not much really, but I get the distinct impression that he knows more than he would admit. He kept staring at the door and smiling, as though he could see you lying in here sleeping. I prayed that you wouldn’t wake up and come searching for me. He made comments that just sort of…well…told me that he’s aware of what’s going on. I don’t know if he would approve if I were to go to him, but I think he would at least understand.”
Hermione thought about everything he’d said then shook her head.
“No Severus. We can’t take the chance that you’d get fired. He might understand, but that doesn’t mean that he wouldn’t fire you and expel me. No. I’m going to spend my extra time trying to find another way out of this.”
He had so much to tell her but didn’t feel like arguing tonight. He was tired physically and exhausted emotionally.
“Well dear, I think you should get back to your common room. I’m dead tired and tomorrow is going to be hell,” he said as he embraced her. She wrapped her arms around his waist and laid her head on his chest.
“All this will be over soon. Then we can be together and not have to worry about locking doors and looking over our shoulders. Then we can be happy,” she whispered. He nodded and she released him, holding him at arms length and smiling.
“I love you Severus. Good night,” she stood on her oes oes and kissed the corner of his mouth. He moved his face into hers and kissed her hard. They remained locked in a feverish kiss for minutes until he finally released her and she left him alone to ponder exactly what he was going to do.

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Hermione received a letter from Malfoy a week after their previous meeting. She had dreaded seeing it and now that it was here, she wanted to find some place to hide. He wanted to meet her that evening and she was instructed to ‘be prepared’. She didn’t know what that meant, but knew it couldn’t be good. She trudged through the day, looking forward to Double Potions for the simple fact that she could be in the presence of the man she loved.
She walked down into the cold, damp dungeons with Harry and Ron, not paying particular attention to anything around her when she ran right into Malfoy. He leered at her and pushed her out of his way.
“You should learn to be more careful Granger,” he hissed. She nodded and kept walking quickly towards the classroom, wanting nothing to do with him until she absolutely had to. Harry and Ron hurried to catch up with her.
“What was all that about?” Harry asked quietly. Hermione said nothing but shook her head.
“Little bastard,” Ron spat. “I can’t wait until we’re out of this school so I can thump him a good one on the head. If anyone ever needed an ass whipping, it’s him.”
“Leave it alone, both of you,” Hermione said softly. “He’s not worth the time or energy it would take. Just drop it.”
They stopped and grabbed Hermione, pulling her out of the line of students forming at the door.
“What’s wrong with you?” they said in unison. She tried to worm her way out of their grasp but they held her fast.
“We want to know why, after six years of putting up with his shit and never backing down from him, you’re just letting him do as he pleases,” Harry said quietly, not wanting to be overheard.
“It’s nothing guys, really. I just don’t feel like starting a bunch of trouble today. I’m in a mood and don’t want to deal with it at the moment. I have a lot on my mind is all. I’m sure I’ll have plenty of opportunity to get him back later. I’d just like to get to class and get this day over with,” she said exasperatedly. The two boys looked at each other and grinned.
“I see,” Ron whispered, trying to contain a chuckle. “You just want to hurry up and see your lover.”
She smiled at them uneniastiastically and they laughed. She wasn’t comfortable lying to them, but she had to if she were to ever see any peace. They’d been working on trying to find laws about legal situations between students and professors, but were coming up empty handed. She had hoped that perhaps she could find something that would allow her to get herself out of the situation she was in, bu see seemed futile. None of the books the Hogwarts library had dealt with the laws they were inquiring about but she had ordered some books from the shop in Hogsmeade and was waiting for their arrival.
They madeir eir way into class, Hermione followed closely by Ron and Harry bringing up the end. As she passed Malfoy’s desk, he tripped her, sending her flailing towards the stone floor. Pansy Parkinson laughed, as well as the rest of the Slytherins. She landed with a thud as her books broke the majority of her fall but she felt a dull pain coming from her head. She didn’t think she’d hit it, but the look on Ron’s face, as she stood up, told her that she must have. Ron started to pull Malfoy out of his desk, swearing at him at the same time. Hermione quickly gathered her books and supplies. As she reached for a quill that had somehow made it’s way under a desk, she saw a familiar pair of shoes in front of her. Snape was standing between the rows of desks, glaring down at them all.
“Granger, what are you doing?” he asked acidly. “Weasley, twenty points from Gryffindor and detention tonight. Unhand Malfoy and get to your seat immediately.”
“Dropped my things sir. Just picking them up,” she said, finally standing after having retrieved the last of her items. When she started to make her way towards her desk, he called her again.
“Granger. You might want to get yourself to the hospital wing.” His tone was no less icy, but she heard the concern he’d hidden in it well. She shook her head and sat in her seat.
“Sir, I just tripped. I’m fine,” she said, rearranging her books. She felt someone poke her in the arm and she turned to find Laer her handing her a small pocket mirror. She took it and gasped.
“Oh my,” she said, looking at her reflection. There was a deep gash in her forehead, which was steadily oozing blood down into her hair. There was also a violently purple bruise rising on her cheek and her nose was bleeding slightly. She didn’t know how she could have done it because she didn’t feel a thing.
“Sir, I think I will go to the hospital wing,” she said as she gathered her things and walked quickly out of the room.

Never in his life had he wanted to grab a student and beat them senseless, but today had been a terrible day and he thought Malfoy would deserve it. He saw him stick his foot out in the isle and knew that she wouldn’t see it in time. He hadn’t realized that she’d been hurt until he approached the situation. He wanted nothing more than tck hck her up and hold her but instead, he had to pretend to be the cold, distant professor he’d always been. When she finally looked up at him, he saw she was hurt and it took every ounce of self-control in his being to keep from strangling Malfoy. However, on a more positive note, Hermione and Malfoy wouldn’t be able to have their meeting tonight because Weasley would be serving his detention. He suppressed a smile of victory, even if it was only slight. He continued with class as usual and watched the door for Hermione’s return.

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Hermione made her way to tospiospital wing slowly. She knew that Severus had been indifferent with her only because they were playing their parts, but she wanted nothing more than to run to him and have him tend to her wounds. It was out of the question of course, but that didn’t stop her from yearning for it all the same.
She entered the hospital wing and Madam Pomfrey almost went into hysterics. It seems, so she told Hermi tha that this year had been incredibly slow for the hospital wing and she’d not seen anyone in here outside of quidditch players. She grabbed a bottle of foul smelling, acid green liquid and her wand.
“This is going to sting like the blazes,” Madam Pomfrey said, pouring some of the liquid on a towel. “Hold this to your cheek while I tend to that cut. It’s a nasty one indeed.”
She did as she was instructed and felt her eyes tear up from the pain. Stinging was putting git lightly. It felt as though her whole face was on fire. Madam Pomfrey waved her wand a couple of times and stood back to survey her work.
“Very good if I don’t say so myself. That shouldn’t even leave a scar. Now, after five more minutes, you take that rag from your face and put this one on in its place.”
She did as she was told, exchanging one of them for the other and soon found that he face felt almost normal. The burning sensation died down to a pins and needles feeling and the throbbing of the swelling had diminished completely. After ten minutes, Madam Pomfrey came to check on her, removing the second towel from her face.
“Beautiful!” she exclaimed. “I couldn’t have hoped for a better result. You just need to clean yourself up a bit dear and you should be fine.” Hermione nodded and jumped down from the gurney. She stopped to look in the mirror and smiled. There was a slight bruise on her cheekbone and the gash in her forehead looked like little mohan han a scratch. There was drying blood in her hair, but she wiped at it with a towel and most of it came out. She returned to class so she might see if she could catch up.

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That evening, promptly at seven, Hermione and Ron made their way down to the dungeons for his detention. When they entered the room, they saw Malfoy sitting across from Snape, leering at each other.
“Granger,” Draco said. “What the hell are you doing here?”
“Malfoy, let’s not concern ourselves with what she’s doing here. I have to get Weasley started with his detention. Weasley, follow me,” he said, walking towards the classroom and Ron close on his heels.
“Malfoy, you asked me to come tonight, remember?” she said after she sure they were out of earshot.
“Well use some common sense Hermione. For someone so clever, you sure aren’t too smart sometimes are you?” he whispered, staring at the door. “Weasley is serving his detention. We can’t very well be shagging in the next room with him puttering about can we? We’ll just have to make it for tomorrow or the next day.” He rose from his chair and circled her. “Yes, let’s make it for tomorrow. I’m looking forward to this meeting more so than any of them in the past. I have a surprise for you,” he whispered in her ear. He started to move his hand towards her breast when Snape returned.
“What the hell are you doing Malfoy?” he hissed. Malfoy sneered at him.
“Just telling Granger here how much I’m going to enjoy meeting her tomorrow. Was just telling her that I have a special surprise for her, one I think she’s going to enjoy beyond anything she’s ever imagined.”
She shuddered in disgust and looked at Severus for help. He stared back, his eyes telling her the things he’d said so many times before. He was telling her that it could all end if she’d let him resign. He told her that he loved her and missed her and that soon it would all be over, all of this without speaking a word. She smiled at him and Malfoy knocked into her roughly.
“The two of you can pretend this doesn’t bother you all you like but I know it’s killing you, both of you. Severus, you can’t stand to see her with me and hate the idea of someone other than yourself touching her. Hermione, you are feeling dirty and used and if I’m not mistaken, probably a little guilty for your reluctant attraction to me.”
She gasped and stared at him, her mouth hanging open.
“You’re mad ahatthatter if you think I’m attracted to you in the least, Draco. I’m doing this because I agreed to, to save our reputations, not because of some sick fantasy about you. I’d sooner have sex with Crabbe as I would you.” she spat at him. His smile grew slowly over his face.
“Well who knows, you might just have a chance to do that too. Anyway, I don’t have time to mess with trivial matters right now. I’m rather busy so we’ll be seeing you both tomorrow night then correct?” he said as he glanced from one to the other. Hermione hung her head dejectedly and nodded. Snape gave a perfunctory nod and Malfoy left them alone. Hermione collapsed on the floor, hugging her knees and crying. Severus went to her and sat down beside her.
“I’m only going to say this one more time Hermione,” he whispered, slipping his hand into hers and pulling them from her face. “Please don’t do this. I’ll go now and speak to the headmaster about resigning.”
“No damn it. I’m not going to tell you again; you’re not quitting. We’re better than this and we’re not going to let it destroy our lives. I swear if it’s the last thing I do we’ll have our vengeance on him or die trying. I never thought I could hate him more than I did this afternoon, but I was wrong. I am hoping that my books will be in this weekend when we visit Hogsmeade,” she said, sniffing.
“What book?” he asked, puzzled.
“It’s books about minors and their rights, teachers’ rights and stuff like that. It was bloody hard to get a hold of, had to special order it.”
“Really? What exactly are you hoping to find?”
“Anything. Anything that would allow us to continue seeing each other, possibly even openly, and something that I could rub in Malfoy’s face so that I can tell him to stick his little plan up his ass. I’m sick to death of having him hold this over us, especially knowing how he thinks. Even after I’m done here, he’ll find some way or another to hold it against us so I’ve been working doubly hard trying to find a way to have it backfire on him.”
“Do you really think he’ll go against his word? I mean, his father would be proud of him for pulling off such a splendid blackmail job, but if he were to go back on his word…” he pondered.
“Hell yes. He wouldn’t bat an eye trying to screw us over any way he could. What’s to say that he wouldn’t have his way with me then turn around and tell everyone a week later what had been going on? He’s a greasy little bastard, even if he is a bit dim. I wouldn’t put it past him to print it up on flyers and distribute them throughout the school,” she snorted hatefully. He ran his hand through her hair and chuckled.
“You’re beautiful when you’re angry. Did you know that?” he said softly, kissing her shoulder. She closed her eyes and rested her head on his hand. When she sat upright again, he was staring at her longingly. She felt the familiar stirring in the pit of her stomach and wanted nothing more than to drag him to his quarters and have her way with him. She leaned over and started kissing him passionately when they heard something behind them.
‘Hem,” Ron coughed. They turned to face him and he was as embarrassed as he. His ears and face were a fierd and and he was standing with his mouth hanging open.
“Sorry to interrupt,” he said nervously. “I’m done professor. I just…err…wondered…what you wanted me to do next.”
“You’re done Ron,” Hermione said, staring at Severus. He tried to argue but she put a finger to his lips and grinned seductively at him. He nodded.
“Okay Weasley, you’re done. Consider yourself on very thin ice though…this was not one of my usual detentions,” he said coolly. Ron smiled broadly and nodded, turning quickly and practically running to leave them alone. Hermione giggled and threw her arms around his neck.
“You’re quite the pushover sometimes, did you know that?” she said as she kissed him several times. He laughed heartily and swung her around. She squealed and he carried her quickly into the small chamber that was his quarters. He left her for a few moments only to make sure that everything was locked and returned to find her waiting nakedly on his bed.
“Wow,” he said. “That wasn’t quite what I expected.” He started undoing his own clothing as he approached her and soon they were both naked and entwined in each other. While their lovemaking was perfunctory, it was no less rapturous. They lay talking for almost an hour before she decided she should return to her dorm. He agreed and they said their goodbyes.

The following night, Hermione was waiting in Severus’ quarters for Malfoy when he came running in almost fifteen minutes late.
“Sorry about that, got…tied up,” he said breathlessly. She shrugged and ignored him for the most part. He sat down beside hnd gnd grinned.
“Well, are you ready for this?” he asked sarcastically. She looked at him with her brow arched and snorted.
“Do I have a choice?” she asked. He grinned and shook his head laughing.
“Not really, no. Just sounded like something to ask. For your information,” he said as he moved toward her, “I’ve been practicing what we’ve been workin. I . I think you’ll be delighted.” He raised his hand to her face and pulled it towards his own. She kept her expression blank and he frowned slightly, but it didn’t stop him from kissing her softly. She was surprised by his lack of callousness and force. She pulled her head back involuntarily and he laughed.
“What were you expecting?” he said, moving his hands slowly to the buttons on her robes. She didn’t move to make it easier on him, but didn’t try to push him away either. She knew it was inevitable and didn’t try to delay it any further. He had undone most of her robes and was pushing them down her shoulders. The cool air hit her skin and caused her to shiver. He motioned for her to lie down. After she did, he covered her with a heavy down comforter, moving himself in beside her. She wondered what possessed him to be so gentle. She kept expecting the worst to show itself and it never did, at least, not at first. He kissed her softly on the neck and worked his way down to her breasts where he spent a great deal of time licking and biting her nipples softly. She found her resolve melting slowly as her body revolted against the vow she’d made to herself not to enjoy this. She closed her eyes and tried to picture Severus as the one doing these things to her body. Almost as though someone had her possessed, she found herself reaching for him and handling his body as she would her lover’s. She grabbed and pulled at his hair and scratched his back as he ran his hands up her thigh. He pulled her legs apart and moved his scrawny body between them. She moaned slightly out of aggravation, trying to convince herself she wasn’t really enjoying this, although he took it as a sound of enjoyment. He continued to explore her body with his mouth and hands. Heed hed himself above her and hovered, kissing and biting her neck. Just as her dodging of his advances finally crumbled, he entered her. She tried not to cry out but found it hopeless. He moved rhythmically above her, never thrusting so hard that it was painful and never slowing the quick pace he’d started with. After about half an hour of this, he pulled himself ou her her and tried to back away before she wrapped her legs around him and begged for more.
“Please, Draco, don’t stop it now,” she whimpered. He grinned and broke free from the entanglement of her legs.
“I have to stop, at least for a little bit. Do you really want more?” he asked, making his way beside her.
“Yes,” she said breathlessly.
“Well, follow me,” he said, rising from the bed slowly. She jumped up, following closely. He led her to the desk that had been pulled in here from the classroom. He pushed her down, face first, instantly killing any bit of desire she’d built up to this point.
“Draco, what are you doing?” she asked, fearful of what ansshe she might receive.
“Don’t you worry about what I’m doing,” he said, slightly out of breath. He grabbed her head and turned it so that she was facing forward. She didn’t like not being able to see what he was doing, and started shaking in fear. He laughed maniacally and put a type of stock over her neck. She tried to fight him but he held her fast. She flailed her arms, but he caught them and locked them in a tight pair of handcuffs, made of biting metal that rubbed and cut into her wrists, and pulled them up to a hook on the top of the stocks. She continued to try to struggle against him but it was useless. He had her pinned from the waist down with his own body, having practically sat on her. She screamed but he laughed harder.
“You’re such a bastard Draco!” she amedamed at him.
“You don’t really think that anyone will come save you do you?” he hissed. She knew he was right, but continued screaming anyway. “For fucks sake, don’t you ever shut up?” he said, getting off of her momentarily and walking around so that she could see him. He grinned down at her, holding a rag in his hand. Before she managed to scream again, he’d stuffed the rag in her mouth, causing her to gag. He laughed even harder as he returned to his position behind her.
“I’m going to enjoy this more than anything I could have imagined. You have no idea what sort of agony you’ve had me in all these weeks you’ve been fucking with me. You’ve managed to work me up to a satisfactory state. I dare say I have you to thank for that. Now, you’re going to have a little taste of the pain I’ve been through for the last month or so. I’ve been going mad, wanting to take you and knowing that as soon as I left, that greasy bastard of a potions teacher we have would be in here taking what is rightfully mine.” He ran his hands up her band and around to her breasts, pinching and kneading them as though he was intentionally trying to hurt her. She turned her head and motioned for him to approach her again. He did and she looked, cross-eyed at the rag in her mouth.
“Will you behave and be quiet if I take that out of your mouth?” She nodded. “Ok then, but as soon as you start throwing your little fit again, and I expect you will,” he said, grinning at her viciously, “I’ll shove this right back in your mouth. Do you understand?”
She nodded again and he took the rag from her mouth. She sighed heavily and he grinned.
“You’re going to be a good girl aren’t you?” She nodded. “And you’re going to do whatever I say without complaint aren’t you?” When he received no answer, he slapped her hard across the face.
“Answer me when I’m talking to you,” he said roughly. She felt the tears stinging behind her lids but dared them to fall. “Now, you’re going to do whatever I say correct?”
She nodded again and he stroked her hair, which was now hanging haphazardly around her face. He walked back behind her and she felt his hands on her backside, making her shudder. His hands were rough and strong, and would pause occasionally on her thigh or bottom to pinch or slap. She tried not to jump but it was always sucsurpsurprise that she couldn’t help it. He slapped her several times in a row when she let out a small cry to one particularly painful pinch he’d administered to her inner thigh. She was positive she’d be covered in bruises in the morning, but just wished that he’d hurry up and do what ever it was he was going to do so she could leave. However, he seemed to want to draw this out as long as he could. After he seemed bored with using his hands, she felt him step away for a moment. When he returned, she felt something cold and hard against her leg. Her heart raced and the fear she’d felt subsiding slightly was returning.
“Do you know what I have here in my hand?” he asked. She shook her head; afraid of the answer he was going to give her. He ran the cool object up her inner thigh, across her bottom and up her back. She caught a glimpse of it and noticed it looked oddly similar to a paddle. Before she could protest, he smacked her leg with it as hard as he could. She screamed, not caring if he did stuff that rag back in her mouth. Her leg now stung, as though stung by a hundred bees. She let the tears that she’d been fighting fall freely from her face.
“Let that be the last scream I hear from you,” he said hatefully as he drew his hand back again. She caught the motion out of the corner of her eye and braced for another blow to her leg, but instead, this one was delivered to her back. She bit her lip, trying to restrain the scream that resided in the back of her throat. After several more hits similar to this, he grew bored.
“That’s got to be the worst item I brought down here,” he said, tossing it to the side with a loud wooden clang on the stone floor. “Let’s see what else is lurking in this box,” he said, leaving her there again. She tried to crane her neck to see, but caught nothing more than his head bobbing above a large wooden crate. She laid her head down on the desk, and cried silently. He was being beyond cruel and she didn’t know how much more of this s tak tak take. Just as she was about to let herself slip into unconsciousness, she caught the flash of something metal reflecting the firelight in the room. She turned, her eyes wide and saw a long, slim blade that looked sharp as a razor. Her breath became erratic and she started squirming again.
“Does that scare you?” he asked, running the flat side of the blade up insiinside of her leg.
“Yes,” she said.
“Good,” he said. He walked around to face her. She looked up and saw him spinning the knife between his fingers and she suddenly felt fearful for her life. “I won’t hurt you…at least not terribly.”
She hung her head in defeat, wishing that perhaps it would be better if he did kill her. Anything had to be better than this. She let herself drift off, as long as he wasn’t inflicting pain on her, she tried to let her mind detach from the situation. She pictured herself in Severus’ arms where she was safe and loved. She was lying in his bed and he was playinth hth her hair, telling her how much he loved her. She felt her body relax and drift into a place that was safe and warm…
CRACK!
She’d been slapped again. The right side of her face now felt hot and swollen. She’d fallen asleep and he was so angry she was instantly sobered.
“If you EVER fall asleep again, I swear, I’ll make you wish you’d never been born. If you think this is bad, you have no idea what I have in store for you next time. You’ve been pretty resnt tnt to the pain I’ve put you through so I’m going to take it up a notch. However, before we end this tonight,” he said, moving himself closer to her face. She knew instantly what he was thinking but wasn’t going to let on. He held his now hard cock in one hand and her face in the other.
“Do you know what I want?” he asked, waiting for her to answer. She shook her head and he pushed her bottom lip down softly. She felt the tears in her eyes return as she opened her mouth. He grabbed a handful of hair from the back of her head and pushed himself into her mouth. She felt her throat try to reject him, but she willed herself not to gag, afraid of what his fury would bring. He pushed her head down on him further and started moaning loudly. He ignored the tears running down her face and continued being brutal with her. Her head started aching where he was pulling her hair and her jaw was feeling as though it would stay in that position forever if he lasted much longer. Just as she thought of biting him, she felt his orgasm build and he pulled himself out of her mouth in time to release himself on her face and hair. Luckily, she had her eyes closed and had hurriedly closed her mouth. However, he left her a mess while he undid her restraints. When she was finally free of her bondage, she grabbed a towel he’d left on the floor and wiped her face.
“Be prepared to get more of that next time,” he said arrogantly as he pulled the remainder of his clothing on quickly. “I’m not going to let up on you now; now that I know that you’re tougher than you look. We’re going to test the limits of your strength. I promise you this, I’ll break you before this is over.” He smirked at her one final time before leaving her sitting on the floor. As soon as he was gone, she buried her head in her knees and sobbed hysterically. It hurt to cry, the swelling on her face growing with each second and her back and legs were covered in red welts and large bruises were showing themselves all over her body. She didn’t know how he expected her to cover this up, there was entirely too much. She didn’t even have the strength to try to figure it out as she collapsed on the floor, sobbing. She eventually passed out from exhaustion and the stress of knowing that it was only going to get worse. For the first time since she had agreed to do this, she was wondering if it wouldn’t be for the best to let Severus retire.