Chapter 11

A/N: Again, my thanks to Shellsnapeluver, who worked hard with me on this chapter. Please read and review!

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Ginny trudged down into the Potions lab and lightly tapped on the door. She looked behind her, and Harry was there, silently urging her on.

The door opened, and Hermione greeted them both. "Come in, Harry, Ginny," she said calmly. She placed an arm around Ginny's shoulders. "I know this seems sordid and scary, but I assure you everything will be fine."

Ginny looked around the classroom she knew so well. There were two cauldrons simmering on the large table in the front, which was Professor Snape's personal work area. She looked around the dimly lit room and whispered, "Where is Professor Snape?"

"He's in his office," Hermione said evenly as she walked behind the table. She picked up one stirrer and slowly moved it in a circular motion. After several stirs, she looked up and said, "Smell it, Ginny. Can you tell what it is?"

Hermione's face was very flushed, and she looked happy. Ginny closed her eyes and breathed. She opened her eyes and looked at the shimmering liquid.

"Mother-of-pearl sheen... Amortentia?" she guessed.

"Right!" Hermione praised her. "What do you smell? If you dare name it?" she teased.

Ginny smirked. "Broom polish, a smell I can't give name to...but I know the smell..."

Harry put his arm around her. "I remember the first time I smelled Amortentia," he whispered in her ear. "It smelled like the flowers that grow around the Burrow. Your hair smells like it."

Ginny felt her face was as red as her hair. "Harry," she murmured.

Images flooded her mind of walking around the Burrow with Harry, holding hands, lying in the grass as he picked a flower from a nearby bush, Harry tracing her cleavage with its soft petals.

A slamming door jerked her out of her thoughts. "Potter," a deep voice said curtly. "Miss Weasley."

Ginny turned, and Professor Snape walked out from his office, looking tired and impatient. He unfurled his personal kit and took out a silver knife.

"Miss Weasley, we shall be adding your blood to this potion. I will not discuss why; only after I have finished with the brewing process will I then answer any concerns you might have. Needless to say, the Headmaster knows all about this and approves. If you will stand here, please," Professor Snape said tersely.

Ginny obeyed his request and stepped upon the wooden box that raised her above Harry and Hermione, making her level with Professor Snape. Her brown eyes met his black ones, and she felt the anger inside her. She still resented him. Hermione had insisted he had apologized for all the hurtful things he had said and done, but Ginny wasn't convinced. She didn't know if she would ever trust Professor Snape.

As she stared at him, she felt he could feel her dislike. He took her left arm and said, "I need your wedding finger, Miss Weasley. This is the finger of direct access to the heart. The blood is unique and special. You'll want to turn your head for this," he muttered.

Ginny squeezed Harry's hand with her right hand and turned her head away.

"Release her," he snapped at Harry. "She must be untouched except by the blood administer of the potion."

"I have to hold something!" she insisted. She was so scared and could sense the impatience and irritation flow from Snape. She wanted to smack him.

"Close your eyes," he said softly.

Ginny closed her eyes tightly, and Snape released her hand, gathering her hair and brushing it all behind her...his fingertips tickled the hairs on her neck, sending chills up her spine.

"Relax," he whispered. "I need you to release your tension. No one can do it for you except you and I."

"This is Dark magic," she breathed.

"Yes, it is," he admitted as he stroked her arms soothingly. "I want you to think about the Tom you knew when you were young and happy. The friend he had been. The one who told you he cared about you and was there for you always."

She relaxed as Professor Snape continued to stroke her arms, massaging her muscles.

"Remember," he breathed in her ear.

His lips brushed her ear. Her mind went back to when she had first met Tom. He had been so handsome. He had told her the most wonderful things, feelings Harry had never expressed to her. Tom had told her she was unique and special. He had sought her in her dreams and had begged her to not hate him for what his future self had made him into. He had implored her forgiveness, that only her love and goodness could save him. She had felt his desire for her, and his kisses had been heaven. His touch on her breasts had been of the lightest feathery brushes of his fingers. He had sighed her name as she melted into his hands.

"Harry can never make you feel the way I can," he had whispered. "Give yourself to me and save me."

"He wants you to save him, Ginny," she heard Professor Snape whisper. "I am the tool he uses. Open your mind, and let me see so he can know,"

Ginny opened her mind as Professor Snape pushed inside. She laid bare all the intimate moments she had dreamt of with the young Tom of her girlhood. The sixteen-year-old Tom and her sixteen-year-old self were writhing in her bed. He was making love to her virgin self in the way she could only imagine. She let Professor Snape watch Tom strip her naked and bring her to orgasm with his mouth. His hands were cupping and licking her nipples with his tongue as he helped her come down from her high.

"I will always want you, Ginny. I wanted you when you were nobody. No one loved you. Harry never looked twice when you were just a young girl, but I have been waiting. I have watched you as you grew into womanhood, waiting for the time you could receive my love," Tom whispered against her mouth.

Images of penetration flew through her mind, incomplete and strange. She shared with Professor Snape her desire to be controlled and taken.

"That's right, Ginerva. You want to be possessed and ravaged. You want to be worshiped and adored. The pain is only once; the passion is forever," Snape whispered.

Ginny felt her nipples harden, and her sex was feeling wet and throbbing. She hung on every word that came from Professor Snape's lips. She felt his hand stroke down her arms as he continued to speak in her ear. "You want to be penetrated, Ginerva. You want Tom, the young lover of your dreams who adored you, to take your body and fill you. Admit it to me, Ginerva. I am the tool he uses. Tell me how you long for him. Tell me how he makes you feel."

She turned towards Professor Snape and whispered all in her heart. "I love him, the love the Tom who loved me. I'm the only one that can satisfy him, save him from the pain. He aches for my body, and I can't stop it anymore."

"That's right Ginerva... Ginny," he breathed. "Tell me how he makes you feel."

"My body is on fire; my breasts ache for his mouth. I am yearning for him to take me finally...Ah!" she gasped.

She felt a sharp pain in her finger. Professor Snape was stroking her hair as he held her left hand tightly. "Keep thinking of the fullness, of how it will feel when he finally fills the void inside you. He will make you happy and complete. He came to me and told me, Ginny. Tom wants so badly for you to free him from the evil. Just imagine giving yourself to him. Think of receiving him into you, the seed that he will spill as you are spilling your blood for him. He will give you ecstasy beyond your imagination," he continued to breathe into her ear.

The throbbing intensified between her legs. She squirmed, desperate for release.

"You want to come for him, don't you? He's watching and waiting, Ginny," he continued to whisper. "Don't feel ashamed. No one can see you; I will hold you safe, just do it."

Ginny felt the pulling of a wave of desire and temptation. "I can't," she whispered. "Harry and Hermione won't understand," she whispered.

"They are gone, Ginny, and I have already told them. They know and understand. Harry understands and will not hate you. You must give in to this. It's not your choice. It's only pleasure. You will learn more and will be able to please Harry in the future if you wish. But, Tom is waiting. He's waiting for your release..."

Ginny opened her robe and slid her fingers inside her knickers. She began to frig herself as the images flew into her mind of Tom, naked, hovering over her, pleading for a taste of her quim, begging to stroke her nipples with his tongue. She began to shake at the intensity. Professor Snape held her up as she began to climb higher and higher. Shame flashed in her mind of Professor Snape watching her masturbate.

"No, Ginny," he whispered. "I am the tool Tom is using. There is no judgment here. It is natural and normal for a young beautiful woman to enjoy her body, especially for the wizard who longs for her so desperately.

"Come, Ginny. He is pleased. Give in to him," he whispered.

She convulsed and shouted her orgasm. "Tom!" she shrieked. "Tom, please, take me!" The images of Tom forcing her legs apart and pounding into her were too much. It went on and on as Professor Snape held onto her tightly. Finally, she stopped and slumped against her Professor. He took her into his arms, but passed her off to another pair of arms. Strong arms. Harry's arms. Snape had told her that Harry was gone, but she couldn't care less. Her body was exhausted, and she couldn't keep her eyes opened any longer. Finally she found sleep, feeling sated and completely satisfied.

***

After Ginny had fallen asleep, Snape brought over a Sleeping Potion and forced it down her throat. "Take over stirring, Hermione," he ordered.

"Potter, my doors are open. Lay her on my couch in my quarters. DO NOT try to take advantage of her," he said nastily.

Harry shot him a disgusted look. "As if I would ever take advantage of Ginny in a compromised state!" he hissed.

"Just check your trousers, Potter," he muttered.

"Check your own, you lecher," he seethed as he took Ginny into the next room.

Severus strode over to Hermione. "Fine, Hermione, the potion is complete." He removed the cauldron from the fire and extinguished the flames.

His eyes searched her face. She was refusing to look at him. Oh, shite! he thought. She thinks I liked it!

"Dark Magic, Hermione," he began, "is confusing and seductive. I needed to capture her blood whist in the throes of passion, thinking of him, wanting him. It will make the potion that more potent."

"Why are you aroused?" she asked harshly.

"I am a man, Hermione," he said pointedly. "I was speaking of arousing things, of desire. During the process, I had all the images in her mind coming into my own. All the things Tom had indulged in her dreams and her willingness to go along were there. It was important that I know how far she had allowed him to penetrate her mind and senses, Hermione. Potter could not do it. It would only contaminate the potion. A blood administrator needs to be detached enough to lead the giver down the road of desire and release without needing to indulge himself. Harry would have taken her. His desire for her is too great. Plus she's a virgin. I didn't know that. It made it all the more powerful. All her urges of wanting Tom to penetrate her and take her innocence have been captured into this potion. It was executed perfectly."

Hermione looked up at him in anguish and pain. He reached out to touch her, to comfort her, and she turned and ran out.

***

Hermione cried as she ran up the dungeon stairs. She threw open the heavy wooden door and raced towards the first set of stairs. She just wanted to get as far away from Severus as possible.

How could he? she raged in her mind. How could he hurt me like that? He did it right in my face and didn't even tell me...he couldn't even give me the respect to warn me! Damn him!

She sobbed as she gulped for air. She kept on running, higher and higher to reach Gryffindor tower. There she would be safe. Then she could take the silver knife she still had hidden away from her potions kit and finish what she started. It had all been a lie. He didn't love her. How can he love me and not even comfort me? He just stood there in front of me prattling off his perfunctory, clinical explanation while turned on from holding Ginny as she frigged herself. He's a cold-hearted bastard!

Heavy footfalls were closing in on her. Hermione knew it was he. She didn't need to look. She ran faster, but he overtook her, pulling her into his arms.

"Hermione, please!" he said. "Don't run from me. It isn't what you think!"

She raised her head to look him in his eyes. Anger surged through her, and before she could register what she was doing, she slapped him soundly across the face.

"Standing there without any regard for me, not even trying to hide your...desire...or whatever for her. I can't believe you did that in front of me!" she screeched.

He picked her up, and they disappeared behind a tapestry in a small alcove. "Stop, Hermione," he said with urgency in his tone. "I need you to listen to me." He held her close and nuzzled her neck. "Don't feel insecure, Hermione. You are the one I want. Remember that." He stroked her sides and lightly skimmed her belly with his fingers. Hermione felt her body ache for his touch. It had been two weeks since their last encounter. She was needy again for him.

"I would have explained, but I didn't know how it was going to all play out," he whispered as he held her to him. "Perhaps I should have explained all the various outcomes...I just thought it would be better not to have you worrying what may or may not happen."

"I feel so humiliated," she said angrily. "I'm sure Harry is too. That was just...wrong."

"That's true, Hermione," he said. "That's why it's Dark magic. It's manipulative and coercive. It's full of deception and deceit. It's false and creates animosity. Look at you and me. We're at odds again because of it. I don't want Miss Weasley. I want you. I had a purely physical response that disgusted me. That's why I handed her off to Potter as soon as the procedure was over. So yes, I spoke about it in methodically detached terms. I don't want what we shared to be compared to what happened just now. I am humiliated as well. I don't want anyone but you to see me in that condition."

"Really?" she asked.

Severus took her face in his hands. "Soon," he murmured. "Soon and I will fulfill you again, sweet one," he whispered. "Then there will be no distant words and clinical terms for us. When I fulfill you, I will use my whole body, not just my voice, but also my hands and my lips, every part of me. Then when you are relaxed and at peace from my touch, I will hold you to me and will not let you go until you ask me.

"Promise?" she said as she began to whimper.

"Nothing could be more important," he replied. "As soon as we are alone tonight, I will be at your beck and call. I will do whatever you wish to sate you," he said pointedly as he took her into his arms.

They walked back together to the dungeons. Severus wished he could hold her close to him, to reassure her he meant what he said. He loved her and wanted only her.

***

Much to Severus disappointment, Hermione left shortly after Harry returned and had announced it would be best if Hermione took Ginny to her room.

Severus waited for the onslaught of outraged Gryffindor honor. Instead, Potter surprised him.

"Well, that was about the strangest and weirdest thing I've ever been though," he said in a strangled voice. "I don't know what you did to her, but she's really fucked up. At first, she was crying and saying how horrid she felt, that she was disgusting and how I must hate her. I told her I didn't, and that I loved her. Then she practically jumped me, begging me to...to uh... fuck her," he finally whispered. "I've never heard Ginny talk that way before."

Severus sighed and lightly shook his head. "Well," he began as he went to bottle the potion. "Congratulations. You have now an awakened woman on your hands. I'm sure you'll be having her hit those high C's before long," he said snidely.

He looked up when the boy gave no response. He was blushing. Great! I'm surrounded by hormonal, guilt-ridden virgins who don't know their arse from their elbow! Snape thought angrily.

"This is a bit over my head, sir," Harry admitted.

"What is? How to engage in intercourse?" he sneered.

Harry shot him a withering look. "Look, you don't have to be a bastard all the time, you know. I think I'm being pretty understanding, don't you think? After all, it isn't every day one sees his least favorite teacher egg his girlfriend to orgasm right in his face!" he raged.

Severus gave in. "Fine, Potter, I can see that can be confusing, even a bit hurtful to a wizard's pride. Surely what happened wasn't new. Surely you've seen her do that before," he said uncomfortably.

"Sure, I have," Harry said off-handedly. I've even done it myself."

Snape raised his hand. "Spare me, I don't want to know."

"Fine!" he snapped. Snape watched out of the corner of his eye as the boy wizard tried to get the courage to ask what he knew he was dying to ask, but was too afraid.

"Look," Snape said as he stopped stirring the Polyjuice Potion. This is the deal: Miss Weasley will be fine. She will get over this, and you and she will be normal as can be expected under the circumstances. At any rate, she will not forever harbor a secret lust for Tom Riddle while she's making your babies in the far off future...I hope," he muttered.

Harry changed the topic, much to Snape's delight. "So, what is the next step?"

"Now, the hard part begins. In two days, the Polyjuice Potion will be finished. You will lure Wormtail out into the open. I know his habits and the shops he frequents. I will contact you when the time is right. All I will say is be ready to move within the next week. At any time, I may call for you. When that happens, I expect you to use all your powers of coercion and persuasion to get Wormtail to do what you ask, which will happen to be what I tell you. Understood?" he asked.

He returned to stirring, and Harry said, "Yeah, I reckon so."

Snape huffed as he set down the stirrer. "Just pretend he's Mr. Weasley and you have to talk him into a panty raid in the seventh-year Gryffindor girls' dorm. It's like that: his fear will make him freeze up, but eventually the compulsion will take over. But instead of lust, it will be the life debt he owes you. Don't worry; I will kill the rat. Then we can harvest all the hair we want, and your part will be over until Miss Weasley successfully roots through the Dark Lord's head. Then you and the Headmaster can begin destroying Horcruxes."

Harry picked up his bag. "Fine. I'll be ready and waiting," he said firmly. He reached the door and said, "Look, I don't want to seem like a prat about all this, I just have to know...how could you do that unless you feel something for Ginny?"

Snape continued stirring methodically, focusing on the potion in front of him. "Mr. Potter, I am a professional. I understand not only the subtleties of potion making, but also the lure and seduction of the Dark Arts. Believe me when I say that not all Death Eaters were fools and dunderheads when we took the Mark. Dark magic is a very sensuous art form, and I have been taught by the best. I am the best at seduction without feeling. I care nothing for your Miss Weasley except for a natural care and responsibility a teacher cares for his student. I will not lie and say I did not feel a sense of pleasure of what I did, but it was a base, animalistic feeling. You should understand, Potter. I'm sure you love Ginerva, but don't lie and say you have never looked at another witch and thought she would be enjoyable to fuck."

Harry strode up the aisle way. "You want to fuck my girlfriend?" he roared.

"I didn't say that, Potter," he replied calmly. "Watch your tone. I'm allowing you leniency because of what occurred tonight. Nevertheless, hold that infernal temper of yours!" he snarled.

"Now," he continued as he turned the fire to a low heat under the Polyjuice Potion. "I had to actually seduce Ginerva to make this work. I had to push my personal feelings aside for what the Headmaster would call 'the Greater Good.' I am a spy. I lie for a living. It is what I do best. What you saw was a physiological response to a highly sexually charged situation. I am a human after all, no matter what you and your friends might think," he said bitterly. "Don't worry, my emotions and desires lie elsewhere."

Harry looked at him strangely. "You are in love with someone?" he asked.

"None of your business, Potter," he snapped.

"Hey," Harry retorted angrily. "I just watched you talk my girlfriend, the woman I am going to marry one day, into masturbating in your arms. I think I deserve a little more honesty than the average guy."

Snape regarded the boy...no, the man in front of him. He had demonstrated more grace and maturity than his father ever had. He could afford to throw him something.

"Fine, Potter," he acquiesced. "I am in love with a woman. I care deeply for her, and it pains me as well as it does you what occurred here. No, I will not tell you her name, nor will I answer any adolescent guessing games. Just suffice it to say, your Ginny Weasley is not the woman of my desires. So, if you will excuse me?"

He looked at Harry warily. Damn! Was the blighter going to spill it to all the little nosy Gryffindor gossips back in the common room for a good laugh?

It was uncanny. It was as if Potter had read his mind. He picked up his bag and opened the door to leave. As he stood in the doorway, he said, "You can give your paranoia a rest, Snape. I know what it's like to need to keep things to myself or to entrust my feelings to someone who won't spread around my inner thoughts to all and sundry. So, you have my word. This doesn't leave this room. As far as Gryffindor or anyone else I meet, Snape is just a greasy git who cares nothing for mushy, romantic feelings."

He shut the door and whispered quietly, "If it's Hermione, so help me God, you'd better not hurt her anymore, or I will hunt you down and kick the shit out of you like a Muggle. You might kill me in the process, but remember, I've got six Weasley boys on my side, and you'll have to take them all down. She's my sister, and I love her as if she were my own blood. So watch it, Snape, and good luck. Treat her like a queen. She's the best, except for Ginny of course," he said.

Then he swung open the door, slamming it shut behind him as he left. Snape was impressed. Harry was becoming quite the young man. He started to feel a grudging respect for him. Sure, he was still a little bastard, but at least he wasn't a swine like his father. He could grow to respect him. Besides, if Hermione was going to be his witch, he'd have to get along with him.

Damn! he thought. He was randy as hell. It was too soon to bring the witch that he wanted in here. She wasn't ready, so he would have to take matters into his own hands. Then, get rip roaring pissed. That sounded like a good plan.

He finished cleaning up and placed the cauldron of Polyjuice Potion to the side. He went into his quarters and sat down on the couch in front of the fire with a glass and a bottle of firewhiskey.

He leaned back and closed his eyes. He thought of the evening he spent with Hermione, touching her, tasting her. His long, thin, work-roughed hands nimbly unbuttoned his trousers, and he skimmed the velvet-soft skin of his erection. He thought of her succumbing to his touch, the eagerness of her desire for him. He had thought many times how it would be to feel her moist heat clamped around him. He began to stroke, imagining it was she underneath him, then above him, beside him, kneeling, taking him into her mouth. He just wanted her. He fisted harder and thrust his hips, biting his lower lip. He wanted to hear the sound of her accepting him into her flesh the first time, to see the look of wonder on her face as it morphed from pain to pleasure. He wanted to know he was the one bringing to her all the enjoyment and gratification that came with having a man deep inside her. He exploded in his hand, recalling her cries as his fingers had massaged her wet clit.

Soon, he told himself. Soon, I will show her how lovely it will be. I will make her happy, and I will never let her go...