Mistress of Slytherin

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Although this isn’t quite the way
the first Quidditch game played out in the book (which I am trying to remain
loyal to) I’m going to play along with this part as it happened in the movie.
After all, doesn’t everybody want a little piece of Malfoy, too?

 

Chapter Seven – An Evil Plan Devised

 

With a small glass and a vial of treatment balanced
over her head, Jessica squeezed her way through the maze of green and silver
Quidditch robes to the tiny hospital bed. Draco Malfoy had his gloved hands
clutched around his stomach and he moaned repetitively until Jessica sat down
on the side of his bed.

“I think I pulled something,” he wheezed. “My
father will have his broomstick for this!” The young boy lifted his head as
best he could and glared at the student lying in the bed opposite him.

“Relax Draco,” Jessica insisted as she poured a few
teaspoons of remedy into a glass. “This isn’t anyone’s fault but your own. Now
hold still and drink this. You will feel numb for a few moments, but that will
only be the potion doing its magic.”

Malfoy groaned again and slowly lifted his head
just enough to let Jessica pour the clear, thick liquid down his throat. He
made a sour face and swallowed hard. “Blah! That is the most horrible thing I
have ever tasted!”

Not quite a taste worthy of faking such a
horrible injury? Jessica wanted to say aloud. But she knew better. Anything
she said to Draco Malfoy would indubitably travel back to his father. For
Snape’s sake, Lucius Malfoy was the last person on the planet Jessica wanted to
cause trouble with.

“I will be sure to let Professor Snape know you
think so,” Jessica said instead. “By the way, I think he wants to see you
before you return to your dormitory this afternoon. He will want to be certain
that his prized Seeker will not be out of commission for the remainder of the
season.”

Or perhaps he would like to award you a medal
for becoming the first heriherin player under his care to be admitted to the
Hospital Wing, Jessica thought. Although this was only the beginning of
Jessica’s second year volunteering in the Hospital Wing, she knew that as long
as Snape had been Head of Slytherin, none of their Quidditch players had ever
been admitted to the Hospital Wing until now.

Malfoy’s head turned from side to side on the
pillow as the potion swept through his body, numbing each of his aching
muscles. “Relax for a moment,” Jessica instructed and brushed her fingers
delicately across his brow.

The young boy’s eyes met hers with a look of
curiosity and contentment. His slick, blonde hair was in disarray and Jessica
delicately tried to straighten a few wisps until an unsettling sensation
stirred through her body and settled in her stomach.

The Hospital Wing doors flew open and with his
snakehead cane tapping against the floor, Lucius Malfoy stalked over to his
son’s bed. With onok ook of intimidation, several of the Slytherins divided
themselves apart, making a path leading up to the bed.

Jessica swallowed hard and stood up from the bed
before Lucius reached the other side. His cold, grey eyes fell upon her as she
rose and he smiled crookedly at her. Jesss exs expression remained unmoved as
Lucius directed his attention to his son.

Quickly, Jessica turned her back on the Malfoy’s
and squeezed her way through the river of green robes. She glanced at Harry who
was receiving Madam Pomfrey’s administration as a result of another one of
Lockhart’s spells gone wrong. When he looked up at her he smiled and nodded his
regard. Jessica returned the pleasant smile just before slipping into Madam
Pomfrey’s office.

With the door left open only a crack, Jessica
pressed her back up against the wall and held her eyes shut for a moment. After
taking a deep breath she opened her eyes and released her breath in a hurry.
Her stomach was still twisting uncomfortably. She hated that feeling Lucius
Malfoy wrought. Although she couldn’t decipher just exactly what sort of
feeling that was, she knew it was nothing to be cheerful about.

After Draco had miraculously made the Slytherin
Quidditch team, Snape insisted that – on her best behaviour – she accompany him
to the Hog’s Head for lunch with Lucius and his wife, Narcissa. It had probably
been the most uncomfortable meal Jessica had ever sat through. She wasn’t
surprised to see her vegetable soup come up after returning to her private
chambers.

Narcissa had sat across from Jessica at the table.
Although she had very little to say during the meal, Jessica sensed that she
too was putting on an act to deceive her husband. As tempting as it was to
discover her secret, Jessica tried her damnedest to keep her mind closed for
the duration of their meeting. Jessica tried to make small talk with Narcissa
in hopes that it would divert her from catching those peculiar looks coming
from Lucius. Every now and then she could feel his eyes on her. She supposed
that had everything to do with her stomach-churning episode in the bathroom
that afternoon.

When he looked at her, Jessica could sense a
horrible feeling of delight emanating from his thoughts. Sometimes she thought
it was sexual, other times she thought it might be more brutal than that, as if
he wanted to dissect her. Jessica never gave mind enough time to be sure which
it was.

To push the memory of the Hog’s Head out of her
mind, Jessica closed her eyes and pressed the back of her head up against the
wall. “Severus, where are you?” she whispered to herself. It was Snape’s
presence that helped shield her from sensing Lucius Malfoy’s most dreadful
thoughts. Without Snape, she feared him.

“Good afternoon, Miss Van Eden.”

Jessica concealed a gasp of fright as the familiar
snakehead cane pushed the office door open. Lucius stepped into the small
office and leisurely strode about the small room, casually eyeing its intricate
bits and bobs.

“Hello Mr. Malfoy,” she responded in a hushed tone.
Jessica kept her eyes on the floor and her hands folded in front of her. She
could hear the low creak of the floor as Lucius prod around the tiny office. He
stopped at the bookshelf and began perusing the titles.

“It was very thoughtful of you to see your son
today after his accident,” Jessica spoke softly, remembering how adamant Snape
was that she regard Lucius with respect. “You’ll be happy to hear that he will
be good as new in time for dinner.”

Lucius picked up Madam Pomfrey’s copy of Quick
and Easy Remedies and opened to the middle of the book. “I appreciate your
concern.” Lucius turned around, and with the book still in his hands, he walked
back over to Jessica and stood before her. “I have this book at home,” he told
her. “Do you want to know who gave it to me?”

Jessica looked at the thick, leather-bound book and
began tentatively shaking her head. “Not particularly,” she murmured.

Lucius let out a trifle of a laugh and then slapped
the book shut, making Jessica’s entire body shudder. “I don’t suppose I even
need to tell you. You probably already knoLuciLucius tapped hiinteinter finger
against his temple and raised his eyebrows. “You can practically see the
answer, can’t you?”

When Lucius took another step towards her, Jessica
timidly td hed her head to the side and moved her trembling hands behind her.
“No, I can’t,” she said. “I mean – I could,” Jessica quickly corrected herself
after seeing the curious look on his face. “My uncle has been teaching me to
shield myself from the thoughts and emotions of others.”

Lucius nodded once. “Interesting,” he whispered.
“And you’re shielding yourself from my mind right now?”

“Yes,” she told him.

Lucius thrust the ball of his cane down on the
floor right beside Jessica’s left foot and then stepped up toe-to-toe with her.
“Why?” he asked in a tone of voice as soft and velvety as that of the Potions
Master.

Jessica could feel a gentle waft of his cool breath
upon her throat. She locked her eyes with his, feeling terrified that if she
blinked he would take one step closer to her and –

Don’t! Don’t even think about it, Jessica
warned herself. He won’t hurt you. Not here.

“I have no wish to invade your privacy, Mr.
Malfoy,” Jessica finally told him.

She watched as Lucius gently wiggled his jaw back
and forth. His eyes turned away from her and he slowly began to back away.
“This book was a gift to me from your father, Jessica.” Lucius turned away and
placed Quick and Easy Remedies back where it belonged on the shelf. “He
was an extraordinary med-wizard. Perhaps that is his stroke of genius you
possess. I hear you once attended a Muggle school of medicine.”

“You heard correctly,” Jessica assured. “My mother
raised me in a Muggle environment. Surely you must have known that, Mr.
Malfoy.”

Lucius tucked his cane under his arm and walked
back over to Jessica wearing a peculiar look on his face. His lips were
slightly pursed and his eyelids were narrowed into a curious gaze. “Jessica, do
you want to know what would suit my fancy just perfectly right about now?” When
he reached her, Lucius stretched his arm out and pressed the heel of his palm
against the wall beside her, giving Jessica a close look at the intricate
details of his robes. The inside of his cloak was still black, but damasked
with patterns of blood red.

When Jessica swallowed, she felt an uncomfortable
lump arising in her throat. “Again, no, not particularly.”

Lucius chuckled low in his throat and leaned his
hand in to pick up a piece of Jessica’s dark brown hair. He rubbed the soft
wisps between his fingers and then let it slip back down over her shoulder.
“Don’t be so presumptuous, my dear,” he warned. “I wasn’t about to ask you for
anything voluptuous. All I want is to hear you call me by my first name. You
and I are friends now, remember?”

As Jessica looked deep into the cold, grey eyes she
wanted very much to loathe for eternity, she did her best to muster a smile.
“Yes, of course I remember, Lucius.” After hearing her own voice speak his name
Jessica felt as if an essence of poison had been left on her tongue.

“Good,” he said, gently nodding his head. “Because
the last thing you and I need is to live in fear of one another. I lived in
fear of your father after he plagued his heart.”

“His heart was never clean,” Jessica said, but as
she spoke, she realized that she couldn’t prove that Voldemort had always
been evil at heart.

Lucius leaned dangerously close to Jessica. So
close she could smell the aroma of his cologne. Jessica closed her eyes and
turned her head away as she held her breath, aware that the alluring aroma was
assaulting her senses. As wonderful as he did smell, Jessica could feel her
stomach twitching again.

“I think you will be pleasantly surprised to learn
exactly how extraordinary your gene pool is,” he said in a dark, almost sensual
whisper. “You are fore ore like your father than you realize, Jessica. A
fascinating man he was. Greatly misunderstood. Unloved. Driven to hate by those
who should have loved him. It is a pity you didn’t know him before his hunger
for power and revenge destroyed him. You really have no idea just how much you
mirror him.”

Jessica tried desperately to hold back the tears
she knew were on the brink of rolling down her cheeks. Lucius could see them
swelling in the corners of her eyes. If she dared blink he would have caught
them.

“I’m sorry I can’t convince you that he was
anything more than a monster,” Lucius said. He was about to turn and walk away
when Jessica suddenly spoke.

“I believe you, Lucius,” she whispered, the
poisonous taste in her mouth growing stronger.

Lucius stopped and turned back to her, eyeing her
carefully. “Well, I’m delighted to hear it. Perhaps then you will be more
likely to appreciate his sheer genius. I can tell you things about him that no
one else can. Owl me some time and we can perhaps have a drink together.”

Wonderful, Jessica thought sarcastically to
herself, first Lockhart and now Lucius Malfoy. I wonder whom Severus would
prefer I privately share a fine vintage with.

“Perhaps in a little while,” she said anyway and
mustered a smile.

“Good.” Lucius neared Jessica once more and cupped
her chin in his hand. “I look forward to hearing from you.” He bent his head
down and touched the very corner of his lips to her cheek and sounded a kiss.
Jessica held her breath as he came around and did the same to her other cheek.
“Good day, Jessica.”

His touch had left Jessica scared and speechless.
She watched Lucius leave before hastily wiping the traces of the offending
gesture off of her face. Granted it was a very common gesture, but Jessica
still couldn’t stand the though of having the lips of Lucius Malfoy touch any
part of her body.

 

* * *

 

Professor Snape was in his private chambers when he
heard the gentle rap at the door. An odd expression appeared on his face as he
glanced up at the clock. Surely it couldn’t be Jessica, as she still had a few
more hours to put in at the Hospital Wing. The Potions Master set his book
aside and attended to his visitor.

“Lucius,” he said, trying not to sound surprised.
“I thought you had been on your way.”

The blonde wizard twitched his lip in a subdued
manner. “I thought I’d see to the welfare of my son before departing,” he
replied. “May I?” he said and gestured his hand inside the room.

“Of course.”

Snape allowed Lucius into his chambers and closed
the door behind him, sealing it with his wards as he always did. Lucius sat
down in the armchair nearest to the empty hearth and Snape returned to the long
sofa he had been sitting at before the calling.

“There is a matter of importance I would like to
discuss with you, Severus,” Lucius began monotonously. He crossed his legs and
leaned comfortably into the back of the chair. “Regarding our precious Miss Van
Eden.”

Perking his interest and apprehension, this subject
matter caused the Potions Master to raise a curious brow. “What of her?”

Lucius cleared his throat and flexed the muscles in
his foot to point the tip of his boot towards the ceiling. “Severus, tell me
something. Are you still as loyal and trustworthy as the Severus Snape I knew
before you became a lackey for that old bumblebee, or has your time at Hogwarts
altered your sworn allegiance?”

“I feel both shocked and insulted that you need
ask,” Snape retorted in a poisonous whisper. “I made a vow, same as you. So
long as blood still pumps through my veins I will remain true to that vow.”

With his lips bent in a lopsided grin, Lucius began
to chuckle. He brought his hand up to his chin and ran his thumb and pointer
finger along the crest of his jaw. “Please, do not be offended, Severus. I only
ask because I need to be certain of your loyalty before consulting you today.
You are well aware of what has been happening here at Hogwarts as of late. What
you may not be aware of is how these events are preparing us for the return of
our Lord.”

Snape felt his stomach sink to the bottom of his
belly. “Do go on,” he encouraged anyway, trying to sound intrigued.

“Since our Dark Lord’s disappearance, I have been
able to keep in close contact with him by means of a small enchanted diary. We
corresponded regularly over the years. He has given me orders and I have
carried them out without question.” Lucius held the silver snakehead in front
of him and inspected it carefully as he slowly rotated it in his hand. “Just
this last summer he instructed me to… oh, how should I say it?” Lucius rubbed
his thumb into a particular spot on the snakehead. “He asked that I pass the
diary on to an unsuspecting, dim-witted young student here top cap carry out
these ‘disasters’ as one may call. By the time this is done with, our Lord with
be strong and able to lead us again. I have done my part, and if you are still
up for it, it is time for you to do yours.”

Snape nodded his head once as confidently as he
could. “Anything.”

“There’s a good lad.” Lucius chuckled softly and
admired the glimmer of his newly polished snakehead. “Now, as you are well
aware, the lovely Miss Van Eden is in possession of a very valuable ingredient
needed to restore his power.” He eyed Snape carefully to be sure that the
Potions Master knew exactly what he was talking about.

“Virgin’s Blood,” Snape answered.

“Precisely.”

While smiling knowingly, Snape could feel his
sunken stomach making tight, nauseating knots. “He cannot regenerate Jessica’s
powers without using her own blood.” A highly potent and highly illegal
substance to possess, Virgin’s Blood enabled wizards to compose the darkest of
spells and potions. Voldemort had used the blood of Espiranza to gift Jessica
with her powers, and Snape had a very bad feeling he planned to do the same
with his daughter.

“Since you have been doing such a fabulous job of
keeping this little ingredient in tact for the last year, the Dark Lord
insisted that you should be the one to obtain this particular component.” As
Lucius tried to smile, Snape could have sworn he saw a glimpse of envy in the
way Lucius arched his top lip. “And, as if that is not good enough, our Lord
expects to have another heir on the way by his return. That makes you a very
lucky man, Severus, being that you have managed to weasel your way into her
heart and gain her trust.”

Oh, he had gained so much more than her trust.
Snape eyed Lucius dangerously as that little voice in his head spoke. If you
only knew… if you only knew you would wipe that smirk off your face this
instant!

“I would be both delighted, and honoured,” Snape
said aloud. “However, how can I be sure that it is I who our Lord wishes to
become the father of his heir? Last year it seemed quite crucial that Quirrell
be the one to do the honour.”

“Yes,” Lucius agreed and nodded his head. “Last
year that was to be the case. Not because there was anything special about that
buffoon, but rather because our Lord was inhibiting his body at the time. Her
pleasures were more or less to become a reward for retrieving the stone. Now,
since our Lord will have a body of his own it matters not whose seed is spilled
into her body, so long as he is a true supporter and collects her blood
appropriately.”

Snape lifted his feet from the floor to the couch
and laid them across the cushions. He crossed his legs at his ankles and began
rubbing his brow. Damned, he thought to himself. Damn it all!

“Something vexes thee?” Lucius asked. “I thought
you’d be ecstatic. You have been playing the role of a lovesick fool long
enough. Your patience and make-believe performance has finally paid unl unless
of course this hasn’t been an act at all. Has she gotten under your skin,
Severus?”

“Of course not,” Snape insisted coldly. “She means
nothing to me.” Even as he spoke these words, he could feel a sting in his
chest impaling his heart.

“I wouldn’t blame you if she had,” Lucius
confessed. “We all know Jessica is a beauty beyond imagination. She’s a
goddess, Severus. There isn’t a hot-blooded man on the planet who wouldn’t like
to be in your trousers right now.”

“She is lovely,” Snape admitted. “I have wanted to
boff her since the moment I laid eyes on her.” A slick smile spread across his
thin, pale lips. Lucius began to chuckle.

“Now that’s the Severus I remember,” he
said. “As I recall, you had quite the knack for bedding ignorant young ladies
back in our day.”

“You had your share,” Snape reminded.

“You’re quite right,” Lucius agreed. “However, I
filled my bed for a price while you filled yours purely with magnetism and
smooth seduction. I envied you for that.”

“Then why is it that you are married and I am not?”
Snape questioned, although marriage had never been an option he had ever taken
under serious consideration before.

“Because are are more clever than I,” Lucius
answered. “Although I do love Narcissa dearly, she will never hold a candle to
Jessica. There was a time I loved her more than life itself. Think of it
Severus, to taste the ambrosia of the Dark Lord’s daughter would be like having
a taste of his own flesh and blood. I envy you Severus, I really do.”

“There is more at stake than just sex, Lucius,” Snape
warned in a cool whisper. He pressed his long, bony fingers together and flexed
them slowly. “A great deal of responsibility comes along with taking her for a
lover. Responsibilities almost too great for one man to handle.”

“Indeed.”

“Along with impregnating the girl comes the role of
raising a child who wll oll one day bow down to. I must also remain here at my
station until the time comes where I am summoned elsewhere. I cannot risk being
exposed before that time or Hogwarts will be without an emissary. So long as
Potter is in training, we cannot risk that exposure.”

With his wand in hand, Snape summoned his finest
brandy along wiwo swo snifters. He stood up to pour each glass and then handed
one to Lucius.

“Jessica will have to be confined elsewhere throughout
the duration of her pregnancy. Surely between the two of us we can devise a
plan. It would also be best if Dumbledore were kept unaware of her condition at
least until Jessica is determined to see the pregnancy through.”

Snape returned to his seat tooktook a large sip of
brandy before getting comfortable – rather, as comfortable as he could under
the circumstances. “Keeping something like that from the Headmaster is next to
impossible.”

Lucius too had a sip and set the snifter aside.
“Then perhaps we may have to convince him that the child she carries is not
yours. That way you too may play the fool when the word is finally spread.”

Snape shook his head at the blonde wizard. “Don’t
be so naïve, Lucius. He has been a witness to my association with her for more
than a year n

“Then perhaps the honour should be left to another
supporter,” Lucius suggested and took one more sip. “Someone Dumbledore will
not suspect. That would place you under more protection. I can arrange for
someone to take her.”

It was a rarity that Lucius ever saw Snape laugh,
making this a particularly rare occasion, for he also saw Snape’s lips spread
into an awful smile. “Like yourself?” he said and swallowed a large portion of
brandy.

Lucius joined in the laughter and downed the rest
of his drink. “Perhaps.” Although he hadn’t meant it seriously, Lucius knew he
wouldn’t hesitate to take advantage of such an opportunity.

“And just how would your wife take to that?” Snape
asked curiously. He sent the bottle of brandy over to Lucius so that he could
replenish his snifter.

As Lucius did so he answered Snape’s question.
“Narcissa realizes the importance of this as well as you and I. If needed be,
she would hold Jessica down for me.”

“Now that is naïve,” Snape assured. “Jessica
is not as vulnerable as her mother was. You’d end up with a scar on your
testicles to match the one on your hand.”

The smile on Lucius’ face disappeared. How could he
have forgotten her Animagus ability when he had a scar to remind him every day?
Jessica would no doubt change once she realized she was about to be raped.

“Perhaps Imperious?” Lucius suggestedrelyrely that
would keep her from changing.

“Again, unlike her mother, she can break the curse
in a matter of seconds. I have seen her do it.” Lucius’ eyes fell to the floor
in defeat. It had been a delightful thought but alas, it was hopeless. If he
had any chance of becoming the father of Voldemort’s heir he would have to do
as Snape had done and steal her heart.

“Well then,” Lucius began, “it appears that you are
our only hope. Good luck, Severus. I expect a full report when the task is
complete… for my own personal pleasure, of course.”