The Spoken Word

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He paced back and forth behind his desk impatiently. She was ten minutes late, he hated tardiness, and his annoyance grew. Detentions were given for reasons and contrary to popular belief he didn’t particularly enjoy giving them out, except perhaps tonight. He would no longer tolerate her blatant disrespect; she always sat at the back of the potions classroom leaning on her desk staring into space, not paying any attention whatsoever to a word he said. He knew she daydreamed about him and that’s what decided his course of action. She was free to daydream in her own time but not during his. Tonight he would teach the young witch to pay attention when he spoke.

Finally there was a knock at the heavy wooden door.
“Enter” He said loudly. Excellent, she was nervous, that always made them so much easier to work with. He drew himself up to his full height and clasped his hands behind his back.
“Close and lock the door behind you.” she did as he asked and made her way warily to his desk.
“You know why I gave you this detention this evening?” he drawled in a menacing voice.
The girl merely nodded, too scared to do anything else, the man was intimidating.
“I asked you a question, girl, I expect an answer” he demanded, relishing the fear he instilled in her.
“Yes, sir” her voice shaky.
Slowly he advanced towards her, his large frame looming over hers.
“Although I am flattered I am the object of your…….desires” he raised one eyebrow and looked at her rakishly “I will not have them distracting you in class. You are there to learn not to fantasise.”
She held her breath as he lifted her chin in one hand.
“I intend to teach you to pay attention to my voice. Stay there.” he dropped his hand and strode to his chair. Sitting down he pulled a bottle of scotch from the drawer. Making himself comfortable he ignored her for a moment as she stood where he left her and poured a large glass of the amber liquid.
“You will listen to my every word and follow each of my instructions in silence, when I ask a question you will answer. Is that understood?” he stated in a no nonsense manner.
“Yes, sir.”
“Good” he swirled the contents of the glass and sat back further in his chair, looking at her in contemplation. “How old are you now?”
“Seventeen in two weeks, sir.”
“And yet you still behave like a young girl in my class. When you are quite clearly not a girl anymore.” his eyes travelled over her body appraisingly. “Remove your outer robes.”

She stood there uncertain, had she heard him correctly? What should she do?
“Again, you are not paying attention. I told you to remove your robes.” a note of irritation creeping in.
“Professor?” she stuttered.
“I explained that you are to follow instructions in silence. You will not speak unless I ask you a direct question.” he almost shouted.
Shaking she unfastened the heavy garments and dropped them at her feet.
“Good” he looked at her over the top of his glass as he took a small sip. “Now unfasten your tie and remove that.”
Looking down she began to fumble with the knot around her neck.
“Do not look away from me. Your attention is to remain focused here” and he pointed an elegant finger towards his increasingly dark eyes. “Unless I say otherwise, is that clear?”
“Yes sir” she replied, fixing her gaze on his.
He nodded at her, indicating she should continue, resting his elbow on the arm of the chair and holding the crystal tumbler in front of his mouth as he watched her drop the tie on top of her robes. He was becoming increasingly aroused by the sense of power he had over this girl. She wasn’t an outstandingly beautiful creature but she was pretty and her young body was certainly appealing. He looked at her for several minutes in silence before he spoke again.

The expression on his face was making her stomach tighten, lust burned in the blackness of his eyes.
“Am I making you nervous?” he whispered huskily.
“Yes sir” she blushed, not daring to look away from him.
“And do you like that?”
“Yes sir” the crimson flush on her cheeks deepened as he snorted and the corner of his mouth turned up.
“Unbutton your blouse” he ordered quietly and took another sip of whisky.
She could feel the warm moisture between her thighs spread as she began on the buttons. She was petrified but the fear was amplifying her desire for this powerful wizard, never in any of her daydreams had he been this way and she couldn’t believe this was real.
Snape watched as the peachy flesh of her torso was revealed and he felt himself harden at the sight. Clearing his throat he shifted position in the chair, stretching his long legs out in front of him. His movement caught her attention and she could see the bulge in his trousers clearly from where she stood.
“Now take it off” she could hear his breathing quicken through his words. “And your skirt.” He was becoming impatient.
His obvious desire for her lessened her nerves slightly and she removed the garments without hesitating.
“That’s better, it seems you are learning.” he smiled in a condescending manner over the top of his glass, looking at what she wore. Plain white cotton underwear, neither frilly nor fussy just functional, he had expected as much. He could see two hard buds through the fabric of her bra; part of her was enjoying this as much as he was.
“Are you cold?” he said teasingly lowering his gaze to the white cotton that covered her breasts. He knew full well that it was never cold in these rooms and watching her squirm was part of the enjoyment.
“No sir” she answered honestly despite her embarrassment.
“Really” he arched one eyebrow knowingly at her. “Then your body is responding to some other stimuli, is it?”
“Yes sir” she answered quickly, unable to hold her tongue.
He gave a low chuckle. “And what might that be?” he wanted to make her admit that she wanted him before he continued.
“You, sir.”