Becoming Familiar with a Man of Misery

Chapter 9 ~ The Right Wizard for the Job

Marcus opened the door to the Dark Arts office and entered, followed by Severus, who took the comfortable armchair in front of Marcus’ desk. Obviously he treated his visitors much better than Severus, who had a hard, small and rather splintery wooden chair in front of his desk, made that way to make visitors uncomfortable and hopefully leave quickly. It had never worked on Hermione however. She would sit on her backpack, the little chit.

Marcus walked around his desk and sat down. He looked at Severus consideringly.

“All right, Snape. Clue me in, mate. What is this about?” he asked the black-eyed wizard.

“Are you familiar with Hermione Granger, Mr. Delaluci?” Severus asked him.

Marcus thought a minute.

“Ah, yes. A little bookish piece of fluff that’s been floating between classrooms all year,” he replied.

For some reason Marcus’ description of Hermione rankled the Potions Master a bit. He shrugged it off.

Hermione was pretty enough to catch Marcus’ eye, but too smart. Bedding a woman like that required breaking through all that mind first, before getting to the good stuff. It was just too much work. Marcus preferred witches who were empty-headed and randy.

“Well, I have a problem with the witch. A problem I am hoping a wizard of your talent can help me with,” the Potions Master said smoothly, and he proceeded to tell Marcus of Hermione’s attraction to him and what he would like the violet-eyed wizard to do. When he was finished, Marcus was silent for a while. Then he leaned back in his chair and eyed the Potions Master.

“Let me get this straight. Hermione has been saving herself for you, and wants to you to fuck her. But you don’t want to,” he said to Severus.

Severus scowled, “Actually it’s a little more involved than that, but yes, you have the gist of it.”

Marcus looked at him.

“You know, she’s not a bad looking little witch,” he mused, “I don’t see why you just don’t fuck her and get it out of her system. That would be the easiest thing to do.”

“Because I don’t want to, Mr. Delaluci,” Severus seethed. The wizard was over-simplifying matters. “I despise the witch. I’ve told her I don’t want her but she continues to pursue me. I need you to divert her attentions. Will you help me?”

Marcus tapped his fingers on the desk, considering this.

“Well, I don’t know. She’s a bookworm. Those types are really difficult to unthaw. Plus she’s a virgin. I haven’t popped a cherry in years. That’s even more work. Not only to I have to get her to loosen up, I have to go through all that ‘I’m scared’ and ‘be gentle’ shit if I do get her in bed,” Marcus said.

Severus looked at Marcus. He needed to give the wizard more incentive.

“Mr. Delaluci, would you happen to have a pensieve?” he asked the wizard.

“Yeah, I do. Hold on a moment,” Marcus said, rising and walking into his classroom. He returned with a small black bowl. He slid it across his desk to Severus, who withdrew his wand and pulled several silver strands from his head and deposited them into the pensieve. When he was finished, Severus slid the bowl back to Marcus.

“I think you should take a look at that, Mr. Delaluci. It might help you make up your mind,” the Potions Master said smoothly.

Marcus stuck his finger in the bowl. In a few seconds his eyebrows lifted, then his violet eyes started to telescope slightly as his breathing quickened. Severus watched his reaction. It was a tiny bit unsettling.

Finally, Marcus removed his finger from the bowl, and stared at Severus as if he were crazy.

“Damn. And you don’t want to hit that?” he breathed at the wizard, “Tell me something, Snape. Are you batting for the other team?”

Marcus had just witnessed Severus’s memory of Hermione undressing, given to him by Raucous. The witch was small, but very, very shapely. Severus scowled at his insinuation.

“No, Mr. Delaluci. I am not gay,” he said stiffly.

“Well, then you are some kind of monk or something. There’s no way I’d pass up fucking that witch if she offered herself to me. You must be into self-denial, self-punishment or something,” the blonde wizard observed.

“What I am into is myself, Mr. Delaluci. I don’t need a witch in my life,” Severus seethed, becoming irritated now. He didn’t need to be analyzed by the wizard. He needed him to take Hermione off his hands.

Marcus shook his head.

“Well, the whole thing doesn’t make much sense to me, but I tell you what. I like what I saw, and enjoy small witches. You can do a lot with them physically, and they’re usually screamers. I love a screamer,” he said, his violet eyes telescoping for a moment before he focused on the Potions Master again. “You’ve got your wizard, Snape. I’ll fuck her so good she’ll forget all about you, believe me. Now let’s talk galleons.”

Severus felt a little unpleasant tightening in his belly when the wizard said he’d make Hermione forget all about him, but the Potions Master shrugged that feeling off as well. They went over the details of payment. Marcus would get half up front and the rest when he bedded Hermione successfully.

“You know,” Marcus said, “I’m probably going to break her heart. I generally don’t fuck the same witch twice. It gives them the idea that I care. Which I don’t. I’m strictly about the hunt and the kill. What happens to the body afterwards isn’t my concern.”

Severus looked at the wizard with a bit of distaste. But he himself was hardly any better.

“She’ll get over it,” Severus said sourly.

He wasn’t sure if Hermione would, but a lot of witches went through abandonment by wizards they thought cared about them. Anyway, it wasn’t his problem. If the witch opened her legs for the blonde wizard, she deserved what she got.

“All right then. Now, how well do you know the witch personally?” he asked the Potions Master.

“I taught her for seven years,” he said shortly.

“Oh, she was your student. She probably had the hots for you for quite a while. Usually they get stuck on a wizard in their sixth or seventh year. I’ve got a couple of young witches panting after me right now. And I tell you Professor, taking a student can be a wonderful thing.”

Severus’ eyebrows rose.

“You mean to tell me, Mr. Delaluci, that you’ve fucked your students?” Severus said, disbelief in his voice.

“If they aren’t virgins, hell yes. Right in the classroom most of the time. My desk has seen a lot of action these past three years. Most were the age of consent,” he replied, smiling wickedly.

“Most?” Severus asked, scowling a little. The wizard was a pig.

“One or two were almost there, but not quite. Still they wanted it, so…I obliged them. It’s hard to resist a curvy little student petting your cock through your robes while begging you to fuck her.”

Here Marcus’ eyes narrowed a bit.

“Most of them are Slytherins, you know. The girls from that house are something else. Not ashamed to ask for what they want. And gods, what they want.” Marcus confided, knowing this bit of information would piss the Potions Master off.

He was the Slytherin head of house after all. Learning that Marcus was laying wand to the young women he was supposed to protect had to rankle him. It did. But since Severus had enlisted the help of the randy wizard, he didn’t want to ruin the deal. So he rose stiffly.

“You can drop by my rooms this afternoon for the first half of your payment,” Severus said rather coldly.

The iciness in his voice wasn’t lost on Marcus, who grinned. He enjoyed rankling people. The dour Potions Master made the perfect victim. Marcus wouldn’t mind dueling the wizard. He looked formidable. Rumor had it the wizard was a deatheater. Looking at him, Marcus didn’t doubt it…but that didn’t faze him a bit. Marcus was former Eradicator, part of an elite and secret force that served as Ministry assassins. Most of his targets were political in nature, people the Ministry wanted to “go away.” He’d brutalized and wiped out entire families, raped daughters and wives to send messages, things of that nature.

A nosy reporter by the name of Rita Skeeter blew the top off of the clandestine group, forcing the Ministry to quickly disband the Eradicators, leaving them to fend for themselves. Many of them were killed by the surviving families of those who they had slaughtered under Ministry directives. Marcus left the country and spent a number of years as a Mercenary for Gringotts banks, destroying villages, killing natives and claiming territories in the bank’s name. Finally, tired of all the bloodshed, he returned to England and tried to make an honest living. No one ever came after him.

He wasn’t doing too well when a tall, thin, bearded wizard with half-moon glasses showed up at his flat one day and asked him if he’d like to teach at Hogwarts. When Marcus told him he had never taught before or even gone to university, the old man dismissed that, saying he had life experience that would serve him just as well. It turned out he was a pretty good teacher. He had used the Dark Arts almost his whole life, and knew quite a bit about it that the books didn’t tell. Albus Dumbledore had a gift of picking the right wizards for the job. Marcus knew all about the supposed curse on the DA position, but had been at Hogwarts three years now. He believed he was already cursed because of all the blood on his hands, so the DA curse didn’t affect him. He might have been right.

Marcus was interesting in another way. One of his ancestors was a dragon, and the wizard had been born with two attributes that hadn’t shown up in his line in over a thousand years. One was his violet eyes. He could telescope them, shifting the pupils so wide, his eyes seemed to become completely black. This gave him the ability to see in total darkness. His eyes also telescoped painfully when he was in the presence of dark magic.

Marcus’ other attribute was more pleasure-oriented. He could physically adjust the size of his cock between human and dragon-sized. Not that he ever used it at its full potential, but it made him one hell of a lover, particularly when he increased its size mid-fuck. Severus had chosen one hell of a wizard to seduce Hermione.

“I’ll be there with bells on,” Marcus said to Severus, “This afternoon about four.”

Marcus started to offer the wizard his hand, but thought better of it. He didn’t like the look in the wizard’s eyes. Not that he was frightened of the Professor. Hell, he’d like a good fight to be honest. But he was wary. Very wary. It was the assassin in him that put him on point. They were both dangerous men. Dangerous men had to be careful around each other. There was always something to prove.

“Good day, then, Mr. Delaluci,” Severus said as he exited the office.

“See you, Snape,” Marcus replied, sitting back down at his desk. He needed to start planning how to get to the witch. When he stopped by Snape’s later, he’d get the entire lowdown on her from the dark wizard. Once he knew what she liked, he would become what she liked.

Once he became what she liked, he’d fuck her. Snape wouldn’t have to worry about the witch wanting him again once he got through with her.

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A/N: Ooh Marcus. You dirty dog you. Screwing students? Breaking hearts? :::shaking head::: Severus, you sure chose a real pig to woo Hermione. You might regret it too. Please review ya’ll.

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Becoming Familiar with a Man of Misery
by Ruth Solomon

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