The Burning Pen

When Good Wizards Go Bad
by Ruth Solomon

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CHAPTER 9

Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to JKR. All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
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Chapter 9 ~ Snape Returns Something Valuable

When Snape returned home, Odessa was sitting on the stairwell, a bag from Weldon’s Shoes and Boots in her hand. She sashayed up to the dark wizard and held it out.

”Your boots,” she said, her face frowned up.

Snape took the box out of the bag, opened it and studied the boots, turning them over in his pale hands, frowning.

“I don’t like them. Tomorrow you will return them and buy me another pair,” he said, tossing them back into the box, closing it and pushing it into Odessa’s hands. The witch turned bright red.

”I am not your shopping service, Severus!” she blurted out.

The dark wizard’s eyes narrowed.

”You’ll be what the fuck I tell you to be as long as you reside in my house, witch,” he snarled in a dangerous low voice, advancing on Odessa.

She backed up until her feet hit the stairwell and she fell to the stairs, one hand raised protectively over her face as the wizard leaned over her, his face contorted.

”If you are unhappy here, Odessa, I suggest you go to Lucius,” he said to the witch, who looked startled. How did he know about Lucius?

Snape straightened and gave her an ugly little smirk.

”Odessa, you are fucking the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. I have eyes and ears everywhere. Every time you’ve crept to Malfoy Manor while I was at work, I knew about it. Lucius’ Manor is under constant surveillance,” he said to the witch.

Odessa rose from the stairs shakily.

”You knew? You knew and didn’t say anything?” she asked him.

”Of course I knew, you whore. But I didn’t care. I don’t love you. It doesn’t matter to me who sticks his cock in you as long as you don’t give me any wizarding STD’s when it’s my turn. I am familiar with Lucius, and he is clean. If you were to fuck someone who was less than pristine, then and only then would I take issue with it and throw you out. Actually, it is a relief you have someone else to check your cauldron for you. As delectable as you are, Odessa, I’m beginning to find you tiresome,” Snape said, his dark eyes glinting at her.

”But I know you have no home of your own to go to, so I will allow you to continue to stay here if you choose to stay. But you will do what I tell you to do while you are in residence in my home, and you will not interfere with the witch I am keeping here,” he said firmly.

Odessa blinked at him. What did this mean?

”Does this mean you no longer want me, Severus?” Odessa asked him, her lip trembling.

The wizard’s eyes drifted over the witch’s curves.

”There are times I do,” he admitted, “But they are becoming less frequent. You are a pleasurable distraction and I have other concerns more important to focus on than you. Things are going to change soon, Odessa. Quite soon. Now I must go. Be sure to return those boots.”

The wizard strode away, heading for the door that led down to his labs. He wanted to check on Hermione’s progress.

”Will I see you tonight?” Odessa called after him.

”No,” the wizard called back, turning out of the corridor.

Odessa stood there a moment, clutching the box in her hands. He said things were going to change. How were they going to change? This didn’t sound good at all. Maybe she should start making the rounds again and latch on to another rich wizard as soon as possible. Lucius was out of the question. He had a wife and although Narcissa would turn her head the other way concerning her husband’s dalliances, she would never stand for Odessa being his mistress. Right now, she was just a plaything, and that’s all she’d ever be to the wizard.

Odessa turned and headed up the stairwell to her rooms.

She had to think.

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Snape walked up to the lab door and leaned in, listening intently. He could hear nothing but the bubbling cauldron. Quietly, he opened the door, sticking his head in. Hermione was seated at his desk, reading one of his notebooks. A house elf sat on the floor next to her. Its eyes opened the moment the wizard opened the door, but it said nothing, its ears flattening.

”WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING!” the wizard roared, striding across the room and ripping the book out of the witch’s hand. Hermione only flinched slightly as she looked up at the wizard, her chin lifted and her eyes steady. If he were going to strike her, let him go ahead.

Snape did indeed have his hand raised to strike the witch for her audacity in reading his notes, but he faltered as he saw the lack of fear in her eyes.

“These are my personal notes concerning original potions I was developing before I became Department Head. No one is supposed to read these texts! No one!

”I won’t steal your work, Professor. I’m not a Potions mistress. I’m a whore,” Hermione replied calmly.

”Yes, but not for much longer and you will have to make a living. How do I know you won’t go into the field of Potions?” he asked her.

”You don’t,” Hermione said.

”You’re damn right I don’t. I am going to ward my books. If you try to read them, you will find it . . . quite painful,” the wizard breathed, putting his book back where it belonged. Then he walked over to the large cauldron and peered down into it, studying the contents. He waved his hand over it slightly, scenting it. Then he turned to Hermione who was still seated at his desk.

”Get from behind my desk!” he snarled at her, “This is my lab. You are only using it. You will sit on a stool when you are down here.”

Hermione calmly stood up, walked around the desk and over to a stool resting near the cauldron and sat down. The house elf followed her. Snape looked down at the creature.

”You can go,” he snapped at it.

The elf winked out, relieved.

“The job you’ve done so far is adequate,” the wizard said to the witch.

”I know,” Hermione said. There was no pride in her voice. She was just stating the facts.

”Don’t get cheeky with me, witch,” Snape snapped at her.

Hermione looked at him with cool eyes and didn’t respond. Snape studied her a moment. She was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt with trainers.

”From now on you will not wear any type of muggle clothing. Only traditional robes, with nothing but your undergarments beneath. Understand me?” he said to her in a low voice.

Oh, she understood him all right. The wizard wanted easy access to her body when he wanted it. And most likely, he wanted access to it now.

Sure enough, Snape pulled out his wand, warded the door and cast a silencing spell around the room. He looked at the witch, lust twisting his face.

”Stand up and bend over the counter,” he ordered Hermione, starting to unfasten his robes with one hand.

Hermione obediently stood up, walked a little distance down the counter away from the bubbling cauldron and obediently leaned over the counter, Snape following, pulling his robes apart and working on his Slytherin buckle.

Hermione gripped the edge of the counter with both hands, looking straight ahead at the wall as she felt the wizard move behind her, breathing a bit heavily as he wrestled with the front of his trousers. Then she heard him hiss “divesto” and her jeans and knickers were gone, the cool air hitting her flesh.

She didn’t react as she felt him grasp her waist with one hand and his hot, hard cock press between her cheeks. She made a slight sound when he entered her hard, thrusting into her body roughly with a groan. Snape reached under her and grasped her breasts tightly through her t-shirt, massaging them roughly as he began to fuck her, jerking the witch’s body with the force of his penetration.

“Yessssss,” he hissed as he plowed into the nearly silent witch, staring down at her bouncing body, slapping his loins against her ass as he put his full length to her. Gods, she could take it.

“Back to the ice whore again, eh, Miss Granger?” he panted, releasing her breasts and leaning over her, his mouth near her ear as he flexed against her, his eyelids fluttering with pleasure as her wet inner flesh caressed and swallowed him. “Well, I have something that may yet get another rise out of you.”

Hermione turned her hand slightly as the wizard held something out next her face. Something she believed she’d never see again.

“My wand,” she gasped, trying to straighten. Snape pushed her back down and plowed into her, feeling her body beginning to respond again.

”Yes, your wand,” he breathed, “Now fuck me back witch. Show me some gratefulness. Feel something.”

”Are you going to give it to me?” she asked him, her voice breaking a bit.

Snape chuckled, still stroking the witch.

”I am going to have to if you are to put your little idea into action, but first you will have to give me an oath that you will not use it on me or to escape me,” the wizard gasped at her.

Hermione gave him the oath and the wizard pressed the wand into her hand, releasing it and grasping her waist, tearing into her, feeling the witch tighten around him, approaching climax. He looked down and watched his penetration of her, his thick cock glistening with her lubrication as he buried himself in the witch over and over, pearls of moisture beading his pubic hair. He groaned as he felt her come.

”Yes. Yes. Yes,” the wizard hissed as he felt her sleeve writhe and pulsate around his girth, heat and wetness pouring over him. He sped up, his balls tightening as he too approached the pinnacle, then he slammed into Hermione, digging his feet into the floor and arching into her, releasing with a roar, his fingers digging into her flesh as he spurted, shuddering with pleasure.

After a minute or two, Snape withdrew from the witch’s body, satisfied. He backed away from her, looking at her round ass and the wetness running down her thighs. There were red imprints of his fingers around her waist, he had gripped her so tightly. One thing was true, however, whore or not, Hermione Granger was a good fuck. It was a pity he had to free her when this was over.

Hermione straightened and turned, examining and caressing her wand as the wizard scourgified himself and fixed his clothing. He looked at the witch, standing there unabashedly naked from the waist down, his come running down her legs. He found it quite compelling. Most witches hurried to clean themselves up after sex. Hermione didn’t really seem to care she looked as she did as she reacquainted herself with her wand. It was time for her to snap out of it.

”I suggest you use that to make yourself presentable,” the wizard said.

Hermione looked at him a bit insolently. She had been presentable enough when he was laying cock to her, but she scourgified herself and replaced her clothing. She looked up at the wizard.

”Thank you for my wand,” she said to him, meaning it.

Snape looked at her.

”It wasn’t a kindness, witch. You need it. Tomorrow you will come with me to the Ministry. You will be on a lead. Have you ever been collared?” he asked her.

Hermione nodded.

”Good. I have to make it clear to everyone you belong to me and are being subjugated. You will be carrying parchments with you and taken into the wand room under the guise of cataloging and preparing paperwork to be given to the inmates at Azkaban. You know what to do once you are in there. I will ward you in so you are not disturbed,” the wizard said to her.

Hermione nodded.

“I was thinking,” she said slowly, “that there are others in Azkaban who aren’t Order members, but who could be helpful as well. A number of Muggle-borns . . .”

Snape shook his head.

”Order members are under oath to keep their activities secret. There are a number of snitches in Azkaban, and many of them are Muggle-borns, driven to giving information in hopes of better treatment. So no. Focus only on the Order members,” he said.

Hermione nodded. Snape was right. They couldn’t take the risk of discovery.

”Come. It will be a few days before you have to work on the Polyjuice potion. We will dine then you will retire to your room for the night. I will not be joining you this evening,” the wizard said.

Hermione didn’t respond to this.

”I have to provide a maintenance fuck to Odessa,” he said, trying to get a rise out of Hermione, who simply replied, “How nice for her.”

“Again I tell you to watch your cheek, whore,” he snarled at the witch.

Hermione said nothing. Gods, she was so calm it was irritating. Snape was used to people jumping when he was threatening. But a part of him appreciated the witch’s courage, foolish as it was. He was completely capable of beating her, but he didn’t think it would do any good.

He had decided to surprise Odessa with a visit although he told her he wouldn’t be with her tonight. He thought she’d be more appreciative. Plus he wanted to shove his cock down her throat for her cheekiness the day before. Snape was a rather vindictive wizard.

Imagine his surprise when he entered the witch’s room to find her gone.

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Odessa returned at about three in the morning, entering her bedroom and raising the torches. Snape was there, sitting in an armchair, his black eyes hard.

”Did you have a good night?” he asked the startled witch silkily.

She was dressed in a slinky, form-fitting black ball gown, with black stilettos. She looked like walking sex.

”Yes. I went to the Wizard’s Ball that was held at the Worthingfords tonight,” the witch said.

”Perusing the available wizards?” Snape asked her quietly.

”A girl has to look out for herself,” Odessa replied, removing her earrings, “You said things were going to be changing. I’m not sure I want to be here for that.”

Snape studied her a moment.

”Yes, a witch does have to look after herself. Luckily for you, Odessa, nature provided you with attributes that make that quite easy,” the wizard said in a low voice. “So you’ve decided to leave then?”

”Yes, I have,” Odessa said, “I’m not important to you.”

”That’s true. You aren’t,” he replied, “When are you leaving?”

”Tomorrow. I’ve . . . found a place to stay,” the witch said, her eyes shifting a bit.

Snape figured she’d given some old geezer a head job at the ball and wormed her way into his mansion or at least an apartment with promises of more to come if he put her up. That was how she landed him after all.

The wizard rose and began to unbutton his robes. He wore nothing under them and his erection was huge and dripping.

”I deserve a good-bye fuck, don’t I?” he asked her, letting his robes drop to the floor, his eyes narrowed as he stalked toward her, then grabbed the witch, pulling her tight against his body.

“I . . . I suppose so,” Odessa said, trembling a little at the look in his eyes. They looked almost murderous.

“Good,” he snarled, turning the witch around and throwing her face first into the bed.

Shocked, Odessa tried to flip over but the wizard held her down, pulling up the slinky gown and ripping off her knickers. He then grasped his organ and placed it between her thighs, rubbing it over her entrance for a moment, listening to the witch gasp with pleasure.

”You’ve always liked it a bit rough, Odessa,” he hissed, shifting his position and dragging his cock higher, resting it against the witch’s rectum. Odessa’s eyes widened. She hated when he buggered her. He was too big.

”No! Severus! Please!” she cried out, then howled as the wizard penetrated her.

”Good … bye … O … dessa!” he hissed as he took her.

Snape made good and sure that when Odessa did walk away from him the following day, she was walking damn funny.

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A/N: tsk tsk. Thanks for reading.

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