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Chapter 10 ~ Draco Contacts Daddy
It was still early when Snape entered the Great Hall. The students were just starting to trickle in. He noticed Albus sitting at the head of the table. The kindly old wizard met the Potions Master�s dark eyes and motioned to him to come join him. Sighing to himself, the Professor obliged him.
“Ah, Severus�please have a seat. I�ve been meaning to chat with you and since it is early, we might be able to accomplish this before the rest of the staff arrives,” the wizard said, his blue eyes twinkling merrily.
The Professor sat down stiffly in the chair next to the Headmaster, who leveled a steady gaze at him.
“Is there something you would like to tell me, Severus?” Dumbledore asked him.
The Potions Master divined at once that Albus was referring to the situation with Miss Granger. How the old wizard knew about such things, Snape would never know. But he had intended to inform the Headmaster of the development anyway. He took a deep breath.
“Ah, yes Headmaster. There is a rather delicate matter involving a student who is of the age of consent who has taken rather a liking to me,” he said softly. An understatement to say the least.
The Headmaster smiled.
“Ah yes, Miss Granger. I was wondering when you�d notice,” the Headmaster replied, smiling at him. “Wonderful young witch. Intelligent, beautiful. You are a lucky wizard, Severus. You are, I imagine, going to return her�er�interest?”
The Potions Master was stunned. Albus seemed to actually approve of this. Of a teacher fucking a student. He blinked his eyes at the Headmaster, who grinned at him.
“Severus, don�t you think after all your years of service, you deserve some happiness? You live your life like a hermit. There is nothing to bring you joy or light. I think an association with Miss Granger will bring you both. The young woman is levelheaded, intelligent and will keep you hopping,” the Headmaster said.
“I don�t know about levelheaded right now, sir. She seems to be led by her�emerging maturity,” Snape said.
“She is led by her passion for you, Severus. It can be daunting when so new, coming from one so innocent. But once she has you, she will settle back into her familiar ways,” the Headmaster said knowledgably. The Headmaster leaned forward, his eyes twinkling.
“I think, Severus, that your main worry should be whether or not you can keep up with her,” he said grinning a bit lasciviously. Snape looked at him shocked, and the Headmaster laughed out loud at the startled look his Potions Master gave him.
“So, Headmaster I take it you don�t frown on this kind of association?” Snape asked him. The Headmaster sobered.
“Not all attractions should be acted upon, Severus. I disapproved of Professor Lockhart�s activities here greatly. But in the case of you and Miss Granger, I believe it is a good match. You both have something to offer each other beyond the physical attraction. I think you can make each other happy if you choose to go the long term, and I think neither will have regrets if the affair is short term. So in this case, you both have my blessing,” Albus said, nodding at Snape.
The Potions Master could hardly believe it. Albus approved of his indulgence with the Gryffindor witch. And he found that the Headmaster�s approval made him feel less uncomfortable about his desire for the witch.
“Thank you, Headmaster,” Snape said warmly as the rest of the staff filed in.
Snape excused himself from Albus� presence and walked to the edge of the dais. He scanned the Great Hall for Draco or Hermione. He didn�t see either. He felt his chest grow tight. Had the young wizard taken her someplace and seduced her? Gods, he hoped not. The boy would ruin her with such an experience. The Professor felt a cold rage washing over him. If Draco had abused Hermione, the boy would pay. He didn�t care if he was a Malfoy.
Just as the Potions Master was about to leave the Great Hall, the doors opened and in walked Hermione and Draco. Hermione had a flushed look about her, and the Potions Master�s nostrils flared. It took all his strength not to go to her and ask her if anything happened between her and Draco. The blonde wizard was walking beside her, and looking rather smug. He met the Potion Master�s eyes rebelliously, then cut them over at Hermione rather possessively. The feeling that rose in the Potions Master�s chest could only be described as going into battle mode. He wanted to beat the young wizard senseless. Snape watched as Draco walked Hermione to the Gryffindor table. Her housemates barely looked up, having accepted the friendship between the Gryffindor witch and the Slytherin wizard. Only Ron�s eyes glinted maliciously, but he knew better than to say anything. He didn�t want a repeat of the mashed potato incident.
The Potions Master took his seat, his black eyes focused on Hermione. He found that his attraction to the witch had led him to break several self-imposed rules, the foremost being his use of legilimency for personal reasons. He broke it again, whispering the spell and looking into Hermione�s mind. What he saw there made him furious. Draco was kissing and caressing her, and she was responding to the young wizard. Jealousy reared up in his breast, as well as a sense of anger, and yes, betrayal. He continued to watch the scene and breathed a sigh of relief when Hermione pushed the wizard away. So Draco hadn�t managed to fuck her. Thank the gods. The Professor didn�t miss the flash of anger and malice that washed over the pureblood�s face. He had probably considered forcing himself on her. If he had, Snape would have killed him outright.
The Potions Master realized he had to tell Hermione that he desired her, and wanted to slake her thirst for him. He wasn�t sure if they would remain lovers afterwards. His current desire for the witch was purely physical. He would leave that open, though the idea of having a beautiful, intelligent young woman to fuck when he wished appealed to him. Actually, the thought of intelligent conversation appealed to him as well. He was still upset that Hermione had responded to Draco. When he took her, he would do his best to wipe any residual attraction to the wizard away, making her only desire his touch, his possession. Draco had been too tame when he tried to seduce the Gryffindor. If he had been more demanding, he might have convinced her. The Professor had the advantage of seeing what Hermione desired beforehand, and though passionate, it hadn�t been gentle. His kiss hadn�t been gentle either, and she had loved it. Miss Granger seemed like the perfect woman on which to slake his passions.
The Potions Master looked over at Draco, who was sitting quietly, eating. He wasn�t chatting with his fellow Slytherins, but seemed deep in thought about something. The Professor tried to probe the young wizard�s mind, only to have the pureblood turn and look at him directly. Hmm. Draco must have had some occulmency training. The boy frowned at him, then gave an evil smirk, turning back to his meal. Draco�s mind wasn�t completely blocked but any reference to Hermione was. Snape let him be. For now. He knew Draco would not take his failure to seduce Hermione lightly. The boy was too on point to discern what he was up to. Maybe the Potions Master would visit him tonight, while he slept. Now that sounded like a plan.
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After finding out Hermione planned to spend a quiet evening in Gryffindor tower, Draco returned to Slytherin house after supper and went directly to his room and retrieved his two-way mirror. He held it up.
“Lucius Malfoy,” he said into it. His reflection clouded. After several minutes, a similar, more mature face appeared in the glass. His father.
“Hello, Draco,” his father said, smiling at his son, “How are things at Hogwarts?”
“Things are fine, father,” Draco replied, “but I need a powerful lust potion.”
Lucius frowned.
“A lust potion? Draco, don�t tell me you are having such problems with seducing a woman you need to use a lust potion. That is entirely unacceptable. You simply have to try harder,” his father said.
Draco frowned back at his sire.
“This is a special case, father. It involves the mudblood Hermione Granger and Professor Snape,” Draco said eagerly. Lucius� eyes flashed at both these names. He knew and despised the mudblood witch, who had been beating out purebloods in marks since she first came to Hogwarts. He had met her, and found her full of pride and arrogance, even having the audacity to challenge his views on pureblood superiority. He himself wanted to take the little witch down a few pegs, very brutally. But she was untouchable. And Snape, that fucking traitor. Lucius hated the wizard. He had foiled everything, spying for Dumbledore.
“Tell me what is going on, son,” Lucius said, interested. When he heard what Draco planned for the mudblood that Professor Snape had an interest in, he was extremely pleased. He could exact revenge on both with one act. He was proud of his son�s deviousness. He agreed to have the lust potion delivered by owl post in the morning.
“Thank you, father,” Draco said.
“It is my pleasure Draco. And when you�re fucking that mudblood, give her a few hard ones for me. Be sure to tell her they are for me.” Lucius said, his gray eyes glittering with malice.
“Yes sir,” Draco replied. His father�s image disappeared from the mirror. Draco put it away. He lay back in the bed for a moment, thinking about his interlude with Granger. He had almost had her. His cock swelled at the memory. He looked down at the bulge beneath his robes, then stood up and stripped down to his silk boxers.
Draco walked to the bedroom door, opened it and bellowed, “Pansy!”
After a moment, he heard her voice.
“Yes, Draco?” Pansy called up. She was down in the common room.
“Come up here,” he called back down.
He waited, and he heard her footsteps hurrying up the stairs. She walked up to the room door and peeked up at him. Her eyes instantly heated up when she saw him shirtless and in his boxers. Draco opened the door wider, given her a familiar look.
“Come in here,” he said in a commanding voice. Pansy liked to be ordered about. It turned her on. The witch walked into his room without hesitation. Draco closed the door and warded it. Pansy was the only witch he was open about. They had been involved sexually since his fourth year, though they were never a couple. Pansy generally serviced him at will. There were several other Slytherin males that had her on call as well. All were well connected. Pansy planned to utilize those connections after graduation, by extortion if necessary. She was a shrewd witch with very little conscience when it came to getting what she wanted.
Her eyes swept over the beautiful form of Draco Malfoy. He looked like a god with his blonde hair, ice blue eyes and well-muscled body. She noticed he had a good erection going on.
“Now who caused that?” she asked him curiously. “Don�t say me. You had it before I got here.”
“Never mind who caused it,” Draco growled, grabbing Pansy and pushing her down to her knees. “You just take care of it.”
He lowered his boxers and felt Pansy take his cock into her warm mouth. He sighed and closed his eyes, leaning his head back and enjoying her ministrations. She had been doing this so long, she knew exactly what he liked and how he liked it. He looked down at her bobbing head.
“Make it quick, Pansy,” he hissed. “I want to turn in early.”
This disappointed Pansy. Usually Draco would give her a quickie after she blew him. But she sped up and soon Draco was groaning, filling her mouth with his come. She swallowed it down neatly. Pansy never made a mess.
“Thanks, Pansy,” Draco said, looking down at the witch as she rose to her feet. “I owe you one.”
“You sure do,” she griped, miffed he wasn�t going to fuck her, “and I don�t expect to wait forever for it either.” She turned and walked out his bedroom, going to get her toothbrush.
“Greedy little chit,” Draco smirked, pulling up his boxers and climbing into bed. He lay there a while, thinking about the ways he would take Hermione after giving her the lust potion. He was definitely going to get her to blow him and fuck her in the ass. Full penetration and no lubrication either. After a while he fell asleep, dreaming of Hermione�s defilement at his hands.
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At about two in the morning, the door to Draco�s bedroom opened. A black-robed form glided in silently and looked down on the sleeping wizard.
“Legilimens,” a silky voice whispered.
There was silence as Draco�s mind was probed. Black eyes went hard as diamonds. Pale hands clenched in an effort not to strangle the boy. The figure turned and left the bedroom as silently as he entered. A black scowl contorted his features. It figured Lucius would have a hand in this.
Snape walked down the stairs, through the common room and into the dungeons corridor. Still scowling, he returned to his rooms to think.
He had a plot to foil.
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A/N: Good old Albus. He knows what�s good, doesn�t he? Lucius is a pill. So is Pansy. Well, Snape knows what Draco�s up to. Seems like a bit of rescuing is in order. We�ll see next chapter. Please review.
Lunagen: Snape probably caved in quicker because of Draco. Plus Hermione was a real turn on when she talked to him. Jealousy is a great incentive. So is a desperate, hot, young virgin. ::g::
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