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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
19
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34,412
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85
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The Passion of Professor Snape
Title: Send Me a Virgin
Author: Mistress Diana
Summary: Professor Snape needs a virgin for a totally deviant plot and he knows exactly where to find one.
Rating: NC-17, there is non-consensual stuff...
Pairing(s): Main pairing is Hermione/Snape, but there are others
Feedback: Much appreciated.
Characters: All the usual characters from the Harry Potter series.
Author’s notes: This story takes place in the 7th year of Hermione’s career at Hogwarts. However, it is not HBP-compliant mainly because I wanted this story to center around Snape. I wrote this because I have been always been intrigued with the ‘sinister’ characters of stories and disappointed that they get a bum rap. Maybe…just once…they can catch a break and have a chance to redeem themselves?
Disclaimer: Unfortunately for me, JK Rowling owns these characters and gets all the money for them. I am only borrowing them and I promise to return them, somewhat intact, when I’m through.
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Chapter 1: The Passion of Professor Snape
The weak English sun made a valiant attempt to warm the castle but down below in the Dungeons it was drafty and cheerless. And in the dank room that housed the Potions class it was especially dreary. The students of Hogwarts plodded along with their lessons as the black-clad professor paced and scowled at their progress. Three of those students in particular never failed to escape the watchful eye of Professor Severus Snape and as the minute hand slowly marched around the large clock on the wall that dark eye rested upon the brown locks of one Hermione Granger.
Miss Granger was no different that day as she spoke with authority to her fellow classmate. Snape listened as she directed the student in the mixing of one of the more particular and nasty potions. After all these years at Hogwarts she never learned, thought Snape. He sighed and glided to their station.
“Miss Granger, a word please?” he said in his customary icy tone.
Hermione looked up and focused her brown eyes on him. For one fleeting moment he let that gaze get to him before pushing the thoughts aside. There would be time for further ruminations later.
“Yes sir?” she said in her haughty voice.
“Miss Granger, this is my class is it not?”
“Yes,” she replied and added “sir” almost reluctantly.
“Then you will leave the instruction to me this day and concentrate on your potions, not those of the other students.”
She lowered her head subserviently and apologized. He liked it. He liked it very much.
“Thank you, Miss Granger. Carry on.”
He turned abruptly and resumed his pacing. At last the time came to dismiss the class and he did but not without assigning them another night of crippling homework. Audible groans were heard as the students collected their things, but he ignored them. More important issues were at hand.
As it was the last class of the day, Professor Snape tidied the classroom, tucked a few books under his arms and locked the door behind him. Gradually the thoughts that had been occupying his free time crept back into his consciousness. They were thoughts that he could discuss with no other for many reasons. It was difficult to teach classes each day when those thoughts hovered on the edge of his mind demanding attention, but he had the will and determination to keep them at bay until he was locked away in his apartments.
And his apartments were where he was headed that gloomy winter’s day. He walked purposely along the long corridors past scurrying students eager to forget another grueling day and ready to cause mischief. Normally he would delight in scolding them, but these days other things aimed to give him pleasure.
Snape reached the quiet part of the castle and let himself into his living quarters. Once the door was shut and locked behind him could he relax again. With only a glass of brandy for nourishment he sunk down into a large, overstuffed chair and began to read his notes from the previous evening. Two hours passed before he put his quill down and stood up to stretch. So much to ponder, and so little time to put together his plans.
There were many words that the students (and some teachers) at Hogwarts used to describe Professor Snape: cold, evil, unfair, mean, and sarcastic. And maybe all of them were true but underneath the cold exterior, the passion of Severus Snape burned hotly. It was a passion that was entirely concealed by the hard and unyielding front that he had built around himself over many years. The Headmaster, Dumbledore, knew him longer than most but even he did not truly know what made Snape tick. That was a secret that was buried deep inside the notes, journals, books and very soul of Severus Snape, he of Potions.
When each school year ended at Hogwarts, the professors and staff would scatter to the winds and take a holiday. For many the holidays were times to pursue their life’s work, meet with other wizards and witches or simply get away from the grind. For Snape it was chance to research and collect the ingredients needed to make the potion he had spent most of his adult life studying. It was not, as many thought, a time to reports the goings on of certain students to Voldemort.
As the seventh year students in the school were preparing for a life outside of Hogwarts in the field of magic, Professor Snape was nearing the completion of a life eternal. For the potion he intended to concoct promised not only great power, but immortality itself.
Yes, there were other ways to achieve immortality but becoming a vampire was not an option for Snape. Sucking the life out of others and shunning the sun like a common mole was not the way an eternal life should be spent. The ability to walk among his fellow wizards with his head held high and seeing the utter awe and respect on their faces was what he so desperately craved.
How he discovered the potion is a tale within itself but it suffices to say that it was by pure accident; but the accident turned to obsession over the years. The potion was wrapped in a shroud of mystery and cipher and it took many years to crack the code. But it was cracked the year that Harry Potter first came to Hogwarts and began to cause a sensation.
Potter’s arrival almost put Snape off course. There were many incidents and accidents that first year that had to be dealt with. And the Sorcerer’s Stone almost tempted him to give up his research altogether. But in the end when things were resolved, he finally had the ingredients laid out before him.
And what a list it was. Things that was almost impossible to collect. And things that would be hard process to make the potion. But Snape, without a complaint, toiled hard and was closing in the last few pieces of the puzzle. And that joyless winter day he had begun to ponder where to find the final crucial ingredient – the blood of a virgin.
Please R/R, comments welcome!
Author: Mistress Diana
Summary: Professor Snape needs a virgin for a totally deviant plot and he knows exactly where to find one.
Rating: NC-17, there is non-consensual stuff...
Pairing(s): Main pairing is Hermione/Snape, but there are others
Feedback: Much appreciated.
Characters: All the usual characters from the Harry Potter series.
Author’s notes: This story takes place in the 7th year of Hermione’s career at Hogwarts. However, it is not HBP-compliant mainly because I wanted this story to center around Snape. I wrote this because I have been always been intrigued with the ‘sinister’ characters of stories and disappointed that they get a bum rap. Maybe…just once…they can catch a break and have a chance to redeem themselves?
Disclaimer: Unfortunately for me, JK Rowling owns these characters and gets all the money for them. I am only borrowing them and I promise to return them, somewhat intact, when I’m through.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chapter 1: The Passion of Professor Snape
The weak English sun made a valiant attempt to warm the castle but down below in the Dungeons it was drafty and cheerless. And in the dank room that housed the Potions class it was especially dreary. The students of Hogwarts plodded along with their lessons as the black-clad professor paced and scowled at their progress. Three of those students in particular never failed to escape the watchful eye of Professor Severus Snape and as the minute hand slowly marched around the large clock on the wall that dark eye rested upon the brown locks of one Hermione Granger.
Miss Granger was no different that day as she spoke with authority to her fellow classmate. Snape listened as she directed the student in the mixing of one of the more particular and nasty potions. After all these years at Hogwarts she never learned, thought Snape. He sighed and glided to their station.
“Miss Granger, a word please?” he said in his customary icy tone.
Hermione looked up and focused her brown eyes on him. For one fleeting moment he let that gaze get to him before pushing the thoughts aside. There would be time for further ruminations later.
“Yes sir?” she said in her haughty voice.
“Miss Granger, this is my class is it not?”
“Yes,” she replied and added “sir” almost reluctantly.
“Then you will leave the instruction to me this day and concentrate on your potions, not those of the other students.”
She lowered her head subserviently and apologized. He liked it. He liked it very much.
“Thank you, Miss Granger. Carry on.”
He turned abruptly and resumed his pacing. At last the time came to dismiss the class and he did but not without assigning them another night of crippling homework. Audible groans were heard as the students collected their things, but he ignored them. More important issues were at hand.
As it was the last class of the day, Professor Snape tidied the classroom, tucked a few books under his arms and locked the door behind him. Gradually the thoughts that had been occupying his free time crept back into his consciousness. They were thoughts that he could discuss with no other for many reasons. It was difficult to teach classes each day when those thoughts hovered on the edge of his mind demanding attention, but he had the will and determination to keep them at bay until he was locked away in his apartments.
And his apartments were where he was headed that gloomy winter’s day. He walked purposely along the long corridors past scurrying students eager to forget another grueling day and ready to cause mischief. Normally he would delight in scolding them, but these days other things aimed to give him pleasure.
Snape reached the quiet part of the castle and let himself into his living quarters. Once the door was shut and locked behind him could he relax again. With only a glass of brandy for nourishment he sunk down into a large, overstuffed chair and began to read his notes from the previous evening. Two hours passed before he put his quill down and stood up to stretch. So much to ponder, and so little time to put together his plans.
There were many words that the students (and some teachers) at Hogwarts used to describe Professor Snape: cold, evil, unfair, mean, and sarcastic. And maybe all of them were true but underneath the cold exterior, the passion of Severus Snape burned hotly. It was a passion that was entirely concealed by the hard and unyielding front that he had built around himself over many years. The Headmaster, Dumbledore, knew him longer than most but even he did not truly know what made Snape tick. That was a secret that was buried deep inside the notes, journals, books and very soul of Severus Snape, he of Potions.
When each school year ended at Hogwarts, the professors and staff would scatter to the winds and take a holiday. For many the holidays were times to pursue their life’s work, meet with other wizards and witches or simply get away from the grind. For Snape it was chance to research and collect the ingredients needed to make the potion he had spent most of his adult life studying. It was not, as many thought, a time to reports the goings on of certain students to Voldemort.
As the seventh year students in the school were preparing for a life outside of Hogwarts in the field of magic, Professor Snape was nearing the completion of a life eternal. For the potion he intended to concoct promised not only great power, but immortality itself.
Yes, there were other ways to achieve immortality but becoming a vampire was not an option for Snape. Sucking the life out of others and shunning the sun like a common mole was not the way an eternal life should be spent. The ability to walk among his fellow wizards with his head held high and seeing the utter awe and respect on their faces was what he so desperately craved.
How he discovered the potion is a tale within itself but it suffices to say that it was by pure accident; but the accident turned to obsession over the years. The potion was wrapped in a shroud of mystery and cipher and it took many years to crack the code. But it was cracked the year that Harry Potter first came to Hogwarts and began to cause a sensation.
Potter’s arrival almost put Snape off course. There were many incidents and accidents that first year that had to be dealt with. And the Sorcerer’s Stone almost tempted him to give up his research altogether. But in the end when things were resolved, he finally had the ingredients laid out before him.
And what a list it was. Things that was almost impossible to collect. And things that would be hard process to make the potion. But Snape, without a complaint, toiled hard and was closing in the last few pieces of the puzzle. And that joyless winter day he had begun to ponder where to find the final crucial ingredient – the blood of a virgin.
Please R/R, comments welcome!