Yin and Yang

A/N : Sorry, again, for this taking so long. I have a wandering muse... and I’m easily distracted when she’s not here to keep me in line. More AUness in this chapter, and those that love Snape will probably end up hating me. Sorry, but I needed avocavocateur and he fits the bill. Please read and review.

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Chapter ix

“Don’t get too smart with me.” Sirius turned on Storm the minute the last student had left the class room. “No matter what you may think, there is still a lot you don’t know.”
“I can control, cause pain and kill.” She shrugged. “What more is there?”
Sirius laughed. “Have you ever seen your father in action?”
Storm shook her head, not quite sure if she wanted to hear what Sirius had to say. She hadn’t had a lot to do with her father but she knew how evil he was. He had never let her anywhere near a Death Eater gathering. Since his reincarnation three years previously, he’d essentially ignored her, disappointed that she wasn’t a boy. Well, sooner or later he was going to have to notice her, she was going to make it imperative.
“No?” Sirius sat on her desk. “And you don’t know what his plans are for you, do you?”
“I’m his heir. As soon as I’m of age I get to rule alongside him.”
Another laugh. “No love, I don’t think so. He would never allow a female that much power. He only has a few female Death Eaters and, mainly due to your age and inexperience, you’re not a patch on them.”
“So... teach me.”
“I can’t. It’s not something you can learn.”
“Fuck you then.”
“Now that I can teach you...” He shrugged, trying to find the words to explain. “People like Bella are just evil. It’s inherent. She uses mind games and torture. Like your father.” He shook his head. “He uses people... doesn’t care who. If they can help him, they’re useful. If they get in his way,y’rey’re dead.”
“And you think I can’t be like that. You hardly even know me. How do you know I’m not like that?”
“Because Hermione is still in one piece.”
She laughed, her flash of anger at Sirius forgotten. “I’m working on it.”
He nodded. “By the time Bella was sixteen, she’d caused the deaths of several muggles... and effectively sced ced those who would have said anything to the ministry.”
Storm was suddenly unreasonably jealous. Bellatrix Lestrange was old, probably of a similar age to Sirius, but she looked it... and more. She and her husband had only been out of Azkaban for a couple of years. The few times Storm had seen her she’d treated her like a child, the princess to be indulged and have every whim catered to. As a result, Storm had very little tolerance for the woman, even though they were distantly related. Bella was her mother’s second cousin twice removed on her uncle’s side or some other ludicrous connection. What the hell!? “If you think she’s so hgo ago and fuck her then.” What was it with Sirius and trying to make her angry? She’d had enough of Bella this and Bella that. She was who was important here.
He was laughing at her again. “Not my style love. She’s my sister.”
That surprised her. Though when she thought about it, it shouldn’t. There sre similar, the eyes were the same, but Sirius’ were softer, warmer... and he smiled a lot more. “So that makes you some obscure relative of mine then.”
“Yeah. Obscure enough for you, or would you prefer something closer?”
She leaned her chair back on two legs and fixed him with a lazy stare. “Draco’s convenient... and damn sexy. Like I said, I’m not considering spending the rest of my life with him.”
“And Harry?”
A grin and wickedly sparkling eyes. “Him, I’m considering. That’d make Dad sit up and take notice. At least we’re not related.”
So, she didn’t know. “Don’t be so sure.”
“Well maybe some really vague connection, way back. Wasn’t his mother from a muggle family?”
Sirius nodded. “It’s strange how your father doesn’t practice what he preaches.”
Storm’s expression became confused. “What’s he got to do with...?” The chair landed back on it’s four legs with a sudden bang and Storm looked up at him, realisation dawning. “No!”
“Mmmmmmm... seems that you have two brothers.” Sirius was definitely amused.
“It’s not funny, damnit!” She stood up, kicking the chair away, violently. “Why does my father want to kill him then?”
“He doesn’t. That’s a rumour that Dumbledore started to keep Harry from Voldemort. Your father just wants him.” A sideways look. “He is the heir after all, and nearly of age.”
“What about me?” Storm picked up a candle from Sirius’ and and threw it against the wall, feeling some satisfaction when it broke into three pieces. “I’ve had to put up with sarcastic and condescending Death Eaters. I’ve learnt as much as I could about Dark Magic... and I get fuck all!”
Sirius held back his laughter. He didn’t want to provoke her too much, but he couldn’t resist one more dig. “I didn’t say that, but, if that’s the way it’s going to be I’m sure he’s got some nice Death Eater’s son picked out for you to marry.” A mock thoughtful shrug. “Maybe Crabbe or Goyle junior.”
“Get fucked Sirius.” Storm grabbed her school bag and stalked angrily to the door.
“I’ll see you later in my rooms then, shall I? After your detention.” He laughed. “After a threat like that, I’ll be expecting you.”
She didn’t even deign to answer that, just slammed the door on his laughter and made her way to the Great Hall for dinner.

“Did you fuck him again?”
Storm turned on Tori, surprise evident in her eyes. “Do I look like I’ve been fucking... anyone?”ot tot this time.” The other girl laughed. “Don’t be so surprised. I’m beginning to work out what extra curricular activites you like.” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “Is Snape next?”
“No. He hates me, and right now, the feeling’s mutual.”
“You don’t have to like someone...”
“True, but I find that it helps. Besides, I’m not that desperate.”
“Yeah, I s’pose. You’ve got Draco... and someone else.” Tori thought a moment. “Another prefect...” She looked thoughtfully around the room, her eyes resting on the prefects of each house. “Not a Hufflepuff. Ravenclaw?” She looked at Monroe Callahan, a tall sandy haired Ravenclaw prefect and also captain of their Quidditch team. He was the main reason Tori bothered to watch Quidditch at all. She hoped it wasn’t Monroe, then her gaze fell on Harry and she knew. “Harry. You were with Harry last night.”
Storm smiled. “Is it my fault we both... happened to be in the bathroom at the same time.”
“And is it your fault Professor Black happened to be walking in the same direction as you at lunch time?”
“Exactly. I can hardly be blamed for being in the popular places.” She shot Tori a quick look. “How d’you know I was with him?” She’d have to watch herself around Tori, the girl was too observant. If she thought too much about the information she already had there could be trouble.
“I was sitting right next to you, I could hardly miss hearing what you said to each other.”

“Well, Miss... Williams.” Snape faltered over her surname. “Your mother’s maiden name. Yes, well, I suppose you couldn’t use Voldemort, could you?”
Storm allowed a smile. “And I refuse to ever use Riddle.”
“Then let’s hope your father finds someone for you to marry whose surname you can abide.”
“He has no say in it.”
“I wouldn’t be too sure of that. When word gets back to him of your escapades here, marrying you off will be one of the first things he does. To someone who can keep you in line.”
Elbows on the desk in front of her, she rested her head on her hands and gazed up at him in mock submission. “Hoping it’s you Sev? I’m sure you’re just dying to exercise some authority over me.”
“I have authority. Your father has given me carte blanche when it comes to your discipline.”
Storm shrugged, feigning a nonchalance she didn’t feel. She wasn’t quite sure what carte blanche meant, but it didn’t sound good for her. “He doesn’t care what I do... or who.”
“That’s only because he wasn’t aware what you’ve been up to.” He dropped her copy of ‘Venom... Which Venom?’- the one she’d left behind earlier that day- in front of her. “Read chapter fifteen, then write an essay discussing the properties of Lobalug venom in vus pus potions.”
“Wasn’t aware? Does that mean he is now? What’ve you told him?” Storm picked up her quill and chewed absently on the feathery end, casually leaning back in her chair. “Don’t tell me. He doesn’t care, does he? As long as he doesn’t have to do anything about it.”
“You’re only wasting your time, Miss Williams. You’ll be here until you’ve finished that essay. To my satisfaction. I don’t care if you spend all night sitting there.” Snape sat at his desk. “I’m sure whoever’s expecting ton tonight will wait.”
She smiled, knowing damn well that she shouldn’t bait him, but lacking the good sense to know when to hold her tongue. “Jealous Sev?”
His eyes narrowed when he noticed that she didn’t contradict his assumption. Jealous? “You think way too much of yourself little girl. You seem to forget I’ve been there before. I don’t make the same mistake twice.”
The quill that was being twisted coyly through her fingers snapped. How dare he! She glared at him. “Yeah, I forgot. Obviously not that memorable.” Leaving the snapped quill on the desk next to the potions text book, she walked to the door of the classroom with as much dignity as she could, given the vicious mood she was in.
The door locked as she reached it, the barely audible click ominous in the silence.
Storm sighed. Not again. “Let me out.”
“No.”
She pulled her wand from a pocket and pointed it at the door. “Alo...”
“Expellia.” .” Lazily, from Snape.
Storm felt her wand leave her hand and turned just in time to see Snape catch it neatly.
“Sit down Miss Williams. You are not leaving here until I say so.”
“Give me my wand back.” She walked toward him slowly, carefully, her hand out in front of her.
“I don’t think so, not right now anyway.” It disappeared into a pocket on the inside of his robe.
Her eyes narrowed. “Bastard.” she hissed, raising her hand to slap his face.
His hand caught her wrist. “You are not too old to put over my knee.” His voice was dangerously quiet.
“Ha! That’d get your rocks off, hey Sevvie?” She tried to pull her wrist from his grasp, her strength no match for his. “Besides, you wouldn’t dare.”
Instantly, she knew that was the wrong thing to say.s sms smile wasn’t pleasant. “Wouldn’t I?” He dragged her through a side door into his rooms, the door locking behind them. “Someone needs to teach you some manners.”
“Not you. A teacher isn’t allowed to physically punish a student.”
“A teacher isn’t allowed to have sexual relations with a student either.”
She glanced at him. He knew! How the hell did he know? She opened her mouth to retort with a smart remark, realising just in time that anything she said would probably compound her guilt.
“Nothing to say? That makes a change.” Snape still hadn’t let go of her wrist. “Well, let’s play the same game you and Black were playing at lunch time. Let’s pretend I’m not a teacher and you’re not a student. I’ve already told you that your father has given me the authority to punish you any way I see fit if you misbehave...”
So, that’s what carte blanche is. Storm tried again to free her wrist, only causing his hand to grip tighter. “Ow. Let me go!”
“But he, of course, didn’t realise his princess was going to need punishing. He doesn’t know what a spoilt brat you are.”
“He doesn’t know anything about Sh She sounded bitter. “He never bothered... but he made it quite clear that he was disappointed I wasn’t a boy.” Why th, ih, if he already had Harry?
Snape felt a quick pang of pity for the then thirteen year old girl who had been rejected by the father she didn’t even know. He realised that probably coincided with the time that she’d started to get difficult, running around with Draco during the school holidays, and other undesirables when he wasn’t there. He’d seen that Narcissa could exercise no parental authority over either one of them. Still, he wasn’t a child psychologist and he certainly wasn’t about to delve into Storm’s psyche to find out what made her tick. He believed in old fashioned discipline... and yes, he was going to enjoy punishing Storm, in more ways than one.
She fought him every step of the way as he dragged her into his bed chamber. His grip ar her her wrist was vice- like, not about to let up for a moment. Those bruises should cause speculation in the morning... if she made it that far. She looked up and met Snape’s dark, narrowed eyes, suddenly afraid. Traitor or not, he was still a Death Eater and trained in the Dark Arts.
He caught the look and gave her a nasty smile. “Scared, little girl? About time.”
It became clear to Storm what Sirius had been talking about. She’d been hiding behind the name of her father, assuming that would get her through unscathed. She hadn’t counted on anyone calling her bluff. Time to try a differentk. k. “Sorry.”
“Even if I thought you meant it, it’s a bit late for that.” He sat on the edge of the bed, pulling Storm face down across his lap. She wriggled like a landed fish but his hand on the back of her neck kept her there. Thankful that she’d not worn her robe to detention and therefore he didn’t have that to contend with, he pushed her skirt up, baring her bottom. “A lace g-string. I could win that bet.”
She stopped swearing and figg hig him at those words. “What bet?”
“There’s a pool going as to what underwear you wear.”
“Draco’ll win.”
“Who do you think is running it?”
Bastard! She took advantage of Snape’s lapse of concentration and tried to roll off his lap.
“Oh no, little girl...” One hand across her shoulders, the other caressing her bottom. “Not now I’ve got the perfect opportunity to teach you some respect.”
“You’re a sick, twisted pervert!”
“And you’d know all about that.” His hand descended, landing heavily on her backside.
“Ow!” She flinched noticeably, not expecting him to hit so hard.
Another smack.
“You fucking, perverted...”
Smack.
That one brought tears to her eyes. “Bastard!” She squirmed, trying to get her knee or foot to contact with him.
Smack. He increased the pressure of the hand across her back. ! F! Fuck!” A deep breath in an attempt to calm her tremulous voice. “Let me go!”
“It doesn’t sound like you’ve learnt anything.”
As she struggled against his restraining hands again, she became aware of his erection pressing into her belly. Pervert! She deliberately moved against it, hearing his intake of breath. “It doesn’t take much to turn you on, does it?” she taunted.
“You should be happy about that...” Snape’s hand came down on her rump again. Personally, he considered his spanking fetish harmless compared to what she would encounter if she continued along her present course of sleeping with Slytherins and Death Eaters... and Sirius. Black, after all, had been locked up in Azkaban for twelve years and was an Animagus... able to become a dog of all things. Snape didn’t even want to begin to think about the kinky fetishes he’d manage to come up with.
“Ow... Fuck you!” Despite her tears, her abuse was losing none of it’s venom.
The upside-down world Storm had so recently become used to spun alarmingly and she found herself deposited unceremuslyusly in the middle of Snape’s large bed. The cool, soft sheets a welcome respite against her stinging bottom.
“No girl.” Snape removed his robe, folding it over the back of a chair. He continued removing his clothes with the exact precision Storm remembered from their earlier encounter, folding each item and setting it down carefully. “Fuck... you...”
Storm’s eyes widened. He wouldn’t. But then, he’d already proved he would break rules where she was concerned. She looked to the doorway, wondering if she could get past him and escape. Wondering, too, if he’d chase her in his half naked state.
He shook his head. “Don’t try. Even if you made it to the door, you’d never get out.” He considered her, sitting in the middle of his bed with her hair tousled and her face tear streaked. She looked very young, almost innocent. Contrary to what he’d told her about their previous liaison, he found he was looking forward to a repeat performance.


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