Imperiously Cruel

Severus Snape glanced around the flat dismally, having just finally returned home for the
summer after yet another year of teaching Potions, and he was already missing the House
Elves. Never having been able to afford one himself, and he didn\'t own a luxurious Manor, his
small, one bedroom flat looked as though it had been abandoned for more than just a year.

He threw his cloak onto a nearby settee, and heard the scurrying and squeaks of mice that
had likely nested inside the plush cushions of the dingy looking furniture. He dreaded to see
what the rest of the place looked like.

His furnishings were already dark, deep mahogany wood cabinets that seemed to be covered
in a shroud of dust except for the areas where you could see the telltale signs of rat footprints.
The heavy, black velvet curtains looked moth eaten, and there was an acrid odor he did not
look forward to finding the source of. At least he wouldn\'t be spending much time here
though, he would be doing what he called his \'summer work\', which he dreaded more than
returning to the school. Meeting with the Dark Lord, pretending to be an ever so faithful
servant, then returning to the Headquarters. The only decent thing about it all was he no
longer had to deal with Sirius Black. He almost hoped Lupin would be the next casualty.

He summoned up a mop and a bucket of soapy water to begin cleaning. He knew that likely
tomorrow other Death Eaters may show up unexpectedly to tell him their plans, and wanted
to have the place looking somewhat respectable. As he began to streak the dusty hardwood
floor with soapy water he heard a soft, gentle knock at the door.

\"Fuck,\" he muttered, walking over and swinging the door open to see Narcissa Malfoy. \"Just
when I thought my day couldn\'t get much worse,\" he thought ironically.

\"I need your help,\" she said quietly, walking past him and into the flat. He closed the door
behind her. This was not the person he wanted to see, especially when he was in the middle
of cleaning. To her credit though, she was actually trying to hide the disgust she must have
been feeling - making him think whatever this help was, it had to be something big.

\"My sister Flooed me, she told me that the Ministry have taken a few of the Death Eater\'s
wives in for questioning. They\'re using the Imperious on them. Nott and Goyle are there right
now, they\'ll likely be after me next.\"

\"This concerns me, how?\" Severus asked, gesturing for her to sit.

\"I don\'t know how to fight the effects of the Imperious,\" Narcissa said quietly, looking down
at the chair and remaining on her feet. He smiled, knowing there was no way she would
touch anything in this place in the state that it was in. \"So, I\'m kind of hoping that you
would help me learn to fight it off, I want to be able to lie.\"

\"I still don\'t understand why you would come to me, surely Bellatrix...\"

\"Bellatrix would torment me, make me do things to humiliate me!\" Narcissa snapped angrily.
\"Besides, it\'s probably in your best interest that I learn to lie, after all, they could ask me to
name names...\"

\"Ah, I see, blackmail.\" Severus muttered, glaring angrily at her. \"Fine then, I\'ll teach you, but
it means that I will be using the Imperious on you until you fight it off on your own. Then you
will have to do something in return for me.\"

\"Fine,\" she replied frostily, her pale blue eyes narrowing angrily. \"Draco is staying at a friends
home for a few days, so he won\'t notice I\'m not there today.\"

\"Good. Are you ready?\"

\"You\'re not going to make me do anything too harsh, are you? I mean,\" she smirked suddenly
at him, \"I know you hold a grudge like, forever.\"

\"I\'ll use whatever means necessary. It\'s a lot easier to fight off this curse if you are about to
do something you really do not wish to do.\"

\"Fine,\" she muttered, and he was pleased to see she looked scared. He didn\'t hate her, yet
he did feel a little animosity towards her. He had a very sudden idea seeing her take another repulsed look around his home.

\"Imperio.\"

He watched, amused, as she took her cloak off and grabbed the mop, dunking it into the
bucket and began to clean the floors fervently. It was more lik likely the first time in her
life that she had used one, he mused to himself. He knew that in order to get her to fight off
the curse he would have to force her to do things she ordinarily wouldn\'t, and possibly
increase the levels of horrible tasks as he went along. He sank into a large recliner and had
her bring him a glass of wine before she continued to work through the entire flat.


After many hours she had cleaned the entire apartment, he couldn\'t help but notice it was
cleaner than he had ever seen it and decided to give her a break, she looked like she could
use it. Her hair, which had been in a perfect french plait had somehow come undone and was
falling over her shoulders in long, slightly ruffled ringlets.

\"Finite Incantem.\"

She stood on the spot looking around confused for a few moments, as though trying to piece
together what had happened before realization struck - and she glared at him.

\"You fucking asshole!\" She made a move to slap him, but he had been expecting it and
caught her wrist, pulling her close to him.

\"You want to learn, do you not?\" He sneered down at her, actually enjoying himself. She had
made him miserable on more than one occasion at Hogwarts - laughing at him when he had
tried to learn to fly, laughing even harder at him when he had asked her to go
with him to their Graduation as a date... yet always bugging him to copy his notes or for help
with her homework; which he had always stupidly done. She had more than likely expected
him to be perfectly cooperative this time, but since Lucius was serving time in Azkaban...

\"I didn\'t expect to be your fucking House Elf!\" She snapped, glaring around the place, \"This
place was filthy, not that I\'m surprised.\" He could see her gaze was drifting up at his hair and
immediately knew what she was getting at - he felt his anger rising. Her and a small handful
of other Slytherin girls in their year had made a point of Owling him small bottles of shampoo
at breakfast every so often after their fifth year.

\"Are you going to be informing your husband that I helped you with this?\" Snape muttered,
glaring down at her to look into her eyes to see if her response would be truthful or not.

\"No, I don\'t plan on telling anyone. Lucius would be furious at me for putting this much trust
into anyone, why?\"

\"Just wondering. Imperio.\"

He smirked as Narcissa started to slowly unbutton her blouse - knowing that he was crossing
a very dangerous line. This was exactly why the Imperious curse was an Unforgiveable, but his anger was overcoming his common sense, and he knew that if she were going
to learn to overpower the Imperious curse, this would likely be the best way to get her to do
it. He sank back further into the recliner, watching her do everything he mentally
commanded her to do.

\"Come closer,\" he murmured, paying very close attention to her eyes; as that was how he would be able to see if she was fighting it or not. So far they still held the vacant look of someone in a
trance, and he lightly traced her face with a shaking finger before slowly, deliberately kissing
her lips.

Any feelings that he had about abandoning this project had disappeared as she slowly
started to disrobe him, lightly kissing his neck and slowly moving her lips down his chest,
then to his abdomen. A weak groan escaped his lips as she began to move her mouth further
down over his shaft, and he put his hand on her head, but a realization brought him temporarily to reality...
if she decided to pick this moment to fight the curse he would have no warning, and he
didn\'t want to give her the advantage of using her teeth.

He gripped her under her arms to pull her back up on top of him so that she was straddling
him, and brought his hands around behind bac back to undo her bra, carefully keeping eye
contact with her as he slipped it down over her shoulders and down her arms before bringing
his hands to explore her chest, pinching her nipples harder than necessary. He was sure he
had seen a small, quick flicker of fear and hatred flashed in her eyes momentarily as she
moved nearer to him, kissiis lis lips roughly. He knew she was starting to fight it off, yet he
felt compelled to keep going, watching the fight in her eyes was strangely alluring to him, he
wanted her to fight him, yet he didn\'t want her to win.

He suddenly pushed her backwards so that she toppled to the hardwood floor, moving on top of her
and pinning her hands down beside her head to keep them from lashing out at him, though
her eyes were still vacant he knew it was a matter of time before she would overcome the
curse as he slowly entered her.

A small, muffled scream escaped her lips as he thrust into her. He crashed his mouth down
against hers, pushing harder into her. She was now in full control of herself and was now
physically trying to fight him off - he was enjoying the struggle more than anything, until he
finally spilled his seed into her.

\"You stupid git!\" she screamed, grabbing her clothes from the floor and holding them over
her in the hopes of concealing herself.

\"You wanted to learn to fight the Imperious and you did... eventually.\" Severus replied curtly,
buttoning up his pants trying desperately not to laugh.

\"The Dementors have left Azkaban,\" Narcissa muttered as she began to put her clothes on
as quickly as her shaking hands would allow her to. \"Lucius will be out in no time, and when
he is- \"

Severus grabbed her hand as she reached for her wand, \"When he is, you will not dare to speak of
this incident. If you told him he would only think that you are weak and that you
should have been able to fight me off.\" He sneered, he could tell by the look on her face that
she knew he was right, \"the only one he would punish is for this is you.\"

\"You are twisted, do you realize that? There is a word for what you just did,\" Narcissa started to put her boots on, but Snape stood in front of the door to block her from going.

\"I believe you are forgetting your end of the bargain?\"

She had her cloak half on and stopped dead to look at him, as if to see if he were serious or
not.

\"You got what you wanted, didn\'t you?\"

\"No,\" he replied, leaning his back against the door to tell her he wasn\'t going to budge, \"I got
you to fight the Imperious. For me, well, you were only doing what you were being told, I
was really doing all the work. In a way, it was not much better than me being alone.\"

He moved across the room to take her cloak as she stood as though petrified with both fear and anger. He was enjoying the revenge mostly, and knowing that she found him so repulsive made
him want to humiliate her all the more.

\"I bet you are wishing you had gone to Bellatrix after all,\" he said softly, standing over her
with a small smirk playing over his lips.

\"Actually, Bella would have had me do much worse, like a Muggle or something,\" she admitted, looking up slyly at him.\"Fine, I\'ll do as you please, just take a shower.\"

(I will eventually write a kinky sequel, possibly in Narcissa\'s POV)