Depravity

Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction based upon characters created by JKRowling. She owns it all. I am just quietly borrowing a couple of the characters. I make no money doing this.

Depravity

His boot heels clicked on the well-worn flagstones down the long dungeon corridor. The shadow he cast on the ground flickered and shifted in the blazing light of the torchhat hat lined the walls. A whispered charm silenced his footfalls, and he disappeared into the shadows, his long, black cape billowing in his wake.

Up a long flight of stairs he glided stealthily, his dark eyes alert for any hint of motion. Curfew watch was Professor Severus Snape’s favorite part of the day. It was his opportunity for solitude and exercise with the occasional out-of-bounds or past curfew student to terrorize and penalize. Snape enjoyed the power to inspire fear.

But it was all the power that remained of the former Death Eater. Lord Voldemort had been defeated a year ago, and Snape was free from the constraints of bearing the facade of evil. However, he missed the thrill of danger, and thus his facade gradually solidified into his persona until the two were virtually indistinguishable.

The seductive siren song of evil had stilled. His Dark Mark no longer throbbed at the Dark Lord’s beckon. Yet, the temptation lurked within, lying dormant, waiting for a catalyst that would awaken the irresistible pull of darkness.

Snape passed a couple of fifth year Ravenclaws snogging madly behind a stone support column. He deducted twenty points and sent them scurrying back to their dormitory. He reflected upon his delight at breaking off the awkward, romantic fumblings of the feckless miscreants. If he could not enjoy the pleasures of the flesh, he certainly was not about to allow the students such a luxury.

One could certainly deem the dour Potions Master embittered by his solitude. But who knew how he craved even the slightest amount of companionship? He was, after all, a man. None would have him. Even the women of questionable virtue at the seedy establishments down Knockturn Alley avoided him. He had been turned down twice, a major blow to his fragile ego. It was such rejection, turned away by an amoral prostitute for even a fistful of gold galleons, that drove Snape to bitterness.

Of course, the two whores that had run in fear had been former students. However, it was not easy to encounter anyone within apparating distance of Hogsmeade that had not, at one time, sat trembling in terror in one of his first year Potions classes – certainly no one young. He would have to locate someone foreign or older, and Snape fancied neither.

Snape swept silently down the corridor, pthe the Gryffindor tower. He was nearly to the next corner when he heard a door open and a familiar voice ring out.

“Goodnight, Professor – right...Minerva. It’s going to take a bit to adjust to a first name basis.” The door closed. Just ahead, the young woman started down the corridor. Snape narrowed his eyes and quickened his stride to catch up to her.

“Up rather late, I think, Miss Granger,” he said silkily. Hermione Granger jumped and spun around in surprise.

“Oh! Professor Snape! You startled me!” she exclaimed.

“Indeed. A young woman such as yourself should take care walking alone in the darkness,” Snape hissed.

“But I am not alone now,” Hermione replied.

“There could be dangers lurking in the shadows,” he continued.

“Well, in that case, I am in good company,” Hermione said, unshaken by Snape’s dark insinuations.

“Be careful, Miss Granger.”

“Oh, lighten up, Severus.” Hermione rolled her eyes. In a flash, Snape pinned her against the wall. His dark eyes bored into her, his nose nearly touching hers.

“Dangerous,” he whispered harshly.

“I am not afraid,” she whispered back, though her heart pounded wildly, her breath erratic.

“Perhaps you should be.”

“And will you protect me?” She met his intense stare, daring him. “Professor–”

“Come with me,” he commanded. She nodded and followed him obediently.

Back in his office, Snape ushered Hermione in and locked the door.

“Now then, Miss Granger, what am I to do with students who break the rules?”

“I am not a student any more.”

“Indeed. Assistant, then. I cannot have the other students think that an advanced-level student can disregard the curfew. You may be Professor McGonagall’s apprentice, but you are technically a student, just back for additional training. As such, you still qualify for disciplinary action.”

“Sever–”

“You are to call me Professor, Miss Granger.”

“Yes sir, Professor.” She smirked.

“Such cheek,” he whispered.

“What will you do to me, Professor?” she whispered. Snape frowned. The little chit refused to be intimidated. It angered and intrigued him.

“What would get my message through to you, Miss Granger?” he hissed, walking slowly behind her. She stood frozen in place. “How am I to emphasize how important it is that you obey me?” Hermione could feel his hot breath on her ear as he bent close. She shivered with the thrill of his power over her. “Need I test your obedience, Miss Granger? Will you obey me?” he purred dangerously.

“Yes.”

“What?”

“Yes, Professor.”

“In all things?”

“Yes, Professor.”

“At all times?”

“Yes Professor.”

Snape spun her around to face him. Hermione gazed up into his eyes. He studied her expression. While she trembled slightly, he could see the amusement and defiance in her eyes.

“Now, I think detention is in order, as I cannot deduct house points. And how should I punish you, Miss Granger?” he whispered. “Perhaps I should demonstrate what can happen to beautiful young witches who wander alone at night.” Hermione trembled at his words. His deep, syrupy-slow voice hypnotized her. All she could do was to stare at him. Finally, she found her voice.

“Is that what you want, Professor?” she asked in a low, seductive voice. Snape narrowed his eyes and pulled her roughly toward himself. He kissed her taunting lips violently, biting and tasting blood. Hermione gasped and matched his aggression, teeth grinding together, lips bruised in the forceful battle of wills. Snape pulled back and sneered at her. No matter what he did, she refused to submit.

“You shall obey me,” he hissed as he tore off her robes. “...in all things...” He tugged at the front of her blouse until it ripped, buttons scattering across the floor. Leaning over her again, he kissed the soft flesh of her throat and nipped her again with his teeth, marking her. “...at all times...” He deftly unhooked her plain, white bra, cupping her breasts as they fell free of the restraining garment.

Snape pinched a nipple, rolling it between his thumb and index finger. Then he leaned down and took the other in his mouth, nibbling and sucking until Hermione made soft mewling sounds. Once again, he pulled back and smirked at her, relishing the responses he evoked in her. He removed her skirt and raised an eyebrow at the red thong that she wore. It amused him that she wore such provocative knickers and so plain a bra. He hooked a finger under the waistband and pulled, ripping the scrap of fabric from her. He grinned deviously at the embarrassed flush in her cheeks.

“Tell me, Miss Granger,” he whispered. “Will you obey me?” A mischievous smile crept onto Hermione’s face.

“No, Professor,” she replied.

“No?” Snape pushed Hermione face down over his desk. He pressed against her bare buttocks until she could feel the rock-hard bulge in his trousers. She moaned.

“Silence!” he growled. “You are not to make a sound.” He fumbled with the buttons of his long frock coat and then undid his trousers, freeing his fully erect cock. He reached down and stroked Hermione’s folds, finding her already hot and slick with the copious juices of her arousal. She whimpered as he dipped a finger inside her.

“Not a sound, Miss Granger,” he warned in a dangerous voice. He spread her with his fingers and guided the smooth head of his thick penis into her.rmiormione gasped again, and Snape growled another warning. Then he pressed his weight forward, burying his heavily-veined shaft completely within her.

“Oh gods, Severus!” Hermione cried. Snape sneered and withdrew completely.

“Silence!” Hermione shut her eyes and bit her tongue. Once again, Snape thrust into her, grasping her smooth, round buttocks for leverage. Beginning his rhythm, he penetrated deeply and withdrew excruciatingly slowly before reentering hard. Gradually, he increased his pace, tormenting them both, ignoring his desperate need for release. Hermione squirmed beneath him. He dug his fingers into her skin, trying to still her movements.

Finally, when Snape could not contain his desire any longer, he sped his thrusts, pounding violently into Hermione, ignoring her soft cries. He could feel her walls clamping around his aching cock. Then she cried out, arching back off the desk, her muscles spasming around his shaft, pulling him over the edge.

He gasped as he shot his seed into her in thick spurts.

When he recovered, he withdrew and cast a cleaning charm on them both. Hermione gathered up her clothes, repaired them with a wave of her wand, and dressed quickly. Then she sat down shakily on a nearby chair.

“I trust you have learned your lesson, Miss Granger.”

“Yes, Professor.”

“And what have you learned?”

“Disobedience results in punishment,” she replied meekly.

“And will you disobey again?”

“Yes.”