To Covet and Consume

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Dinner in the Great Hall should conclude in the next fifteen minutes. I am curious to know if Miss Granger will wait until the faculty makes their leave, which is the unspoken action to signify the end of dinner, or if she will leave after inhaling her food in a similar resemblance to Mr. Weasley.



After my incredibly relaxing soak I dressed for intimidation. I decided on the same look I had in class today, but I have forgone the stench that accompanied the look after one of my bloody first year students added ground liver of a Blast-Ended Skrewt one step before it was necessary. Thank Merlin for Flitwick’s talent in protection charms. I had to throw myself on the explosion that erupted from the twit’s cauldron. A simple Evensco had rid me of the ruined ingredients staining my robes, but no matter what spell I uttered I could not get rid of the light, but nauseating scent that still lingered on them. I hope the house elves have better luck.



I head to the staircase, ready to await my Assistant’s arrival. I would prefer to be in my classroom, behind my desk and secure in the façade of grading those sixth year labs I stored earlier, when she arrives. I catch a glimpse of myself in the commercial sized windows that afford me an aquatic view of the Black lake. I stare at myself for a calculating moment. I then make the decision to forgo my billowing robes, not for aesthetics, but because I slither and sneak around much better without the extra fabric. I fold the garment over my reading chair and head through the arched opening and step onto my staircase.



The staircase must have realized, and welcomed, my relaxed state, because it does not force me to climb it, instead it spins slowly upward. It provides me with this treat very rarely. I thank it as I climb into my office, and then I head directly into my classroom. As if on cue there is a soft knock at the classroom door. I think my payment decided to do that fine impression of Mr. Weasley I was thinking of earlier. I allow myself to smile as I take my seat behind my desk, and then whisper the spell to realign the lab results from last period in front of me. I place a few vials off to the side so it seems as if they have already been corrected. I let any sign of mirth wash off my face before bellowing, “Enter!”



“Good evening sir!” She greets me with an excited smile.



I glance up nonchalantly. “Miss Granger.”



She stands a few feet in from the door way, considering what to do or say next. I grin internally, but keep my eyes glued on Mr. Williams’ work here in front of me. After a few moments she closes the classroom door and approaches her usual desk not saying a word, but I can distinctly feel her curious eyes on me.



I jot down, in red ink of course, a few notes to the decent potions student and present him with a generous final mark on the lab. As I move to pick up another student’s vial, Granger takes this moment to remind me of her existence by shifting in her chair loudly, as if I could forget she was there. I can smell the scent of oranges faintly from here. My eyes remain on the vial and I start to write notes for this appalling end result Mr. Marcus handed in.



“You are here, so I must assume that you still want the position?” I ask coolly, eye on the vial.



“Yes sir.”



“Even though your Head Girl duties and regular educational responsibilities leave you very little personal time?” At the mention of her Head Girl duties my memory sends me images of her on her knees naked in front of me; my cock piercing her precious mouth as I groan her name.



“Yes Professor.”



“So I am to assume that you are giving me rights to every last minute of your time then? Excluding the time necessary for you to complete the other tasks I have mentioned?”



She nods, “Professor Snape, I wish to be your Assistant.” She says confidently.



I grin inwardly. I wish you to be my Assistant too. “Approach my desk Miss Granger.” I command and she does as told without hesitation. I set down Marcus’ vial and reach into the middle drawer of my desk. I pull out the contract I created and hand it to her, making sure she has no choice but to brush my fingers with her own as she takes it. I feel our magic tingle against one another, and I believe she feels it too if the confusion in her eyes is any clue. Her eyes rise to mine for an instant before she reads the parchment over. “If you sign that it will magically and legally bind you to me until you graduate. You will not be able to back out if it if I, or the tasks, become too much for you to handle. There is no negotiating the terms. If you do not, or can not, agree to it, leave now and I will see Mr. Malfoy tomorrow.”



I watch her read it twice before setting it down and heading back to her desk. Is she leaving? It was a standard contract! Where is that Gryffindor courage Minerva is always bragging about? I do not see why she would not sign it! She approaches my desk again, quill in hand. I have to swallow down on a relieved sigh that was about to break loose at her return. “I have one question, sir?”



“Why does that not shock me, Miss Granger?” I stare at her with a smirk.



She smiles in return and points to my writing on the parchment. “Is a question pertaining to the task at hand considered speaking without just cause?”



“If the question has legitimate grounds and I am not interrupted when the question is asked, then yes: it has just cause.” I say after considering her question. Granger is known to ask a lot of questions. Generally all are just, but she might get on my nerves. If she does begin to annoy me I can always enforce the ‘I am the law’ clause in the contract, and demand she shut her erotic little mouth for a specific amount of time.



She seems to accept my answer and signs the contract. I take it from her, attempting to contain a smile. I roll it up, place my seal on it, and then call out, “Skinner!”



My familiar glides gracefully through the open door to my office and perches on the side of my desk, eyeing Miss Granger casually.



“He is gorgeous.” She declares then looks at me and blushes. “I apologize sir, for speaking without just cause.”



I snort. “Not necessary Miss Granger. Skinner is most definitely one of a kind. The problem is the beast knows it!”



Skinner chirps at me proudly.



She smiles at me then turns her eyes back onto Skinner. “I have never seen a completely black hawk before.”



I take pleasure in her awe of Skinner. Skinner also seems to have taken a liking to my new pet as well. He approaches her cautiously, and then lowers his head. “He wants you to pet him.” I speak for him. She does and he nuzzles into her hand. Lucky bloody bird!



“Skinner, I want you to deliver this to the headmaster.” I place the contract in his talons as he pecks at her hand playfully. “Go now!” He squawks and flashes his dark eyes at me before taking flight.



Miss Granger giggles as she watches him leave through my office door. “I think he likes me.”



That makes two of us then, I think, but I just grunt as a reply instead.