melusin (melusin) wrote in melusin_la_fey, @ 2013-10-03 12:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | needs must, ss/hg |
Needs Must:: Chapters 11 & 12
Disclaimer: See Chapters 1 & 2
A/N: Been a long time, I know. Severus wouldn't shut up, but I finally managed to crack it.
Many thanks to curly_queue for the beta.
11. Reflections: Hermione
His presence hangs in the air, so heavy it’s almost tangible. I realise after what seems like hours that I’m holding my breath, the blood in my ears pounding out the seconds as I sit, frozen to my chair in the gloom, half-expecting him to suddenly reappear in a flurry of black robes and hex me into oblivion. Even though good sense tells me this is extremely unlikely: my wards are as good as impenetrable.
Yet, my eyes remain fixed on the spot he’s just vacated, my wand digging painfully into my hand. Nothing would surprise me about that man or his capabilities. Nothing…
Oh, God. What if he recognised me?
A deafening clatter breaks the silence as the crop slides off the chair and hits the floor, finally shocking me out of my stupor. So much for meticulous planning, so much for testing the waters…
Idiot. His first scene could have been much more rewarding if he hadn’t tried to outmanoeuvre me. Oh, well, if he wants to squander his money, that’s his problem, not mine. There won’t be a third chance, that’s for certain. No skin off my nose if he doesn’t come back for more. I’ve got better things to do with my time.
Then why am I shaking?
Breathe, Hermione, and stop being so paranoid. You know there’s no way he could have seen past the glamour. You’d be dead. And he’ll come back; you know he will—and when he does, he’ll be full of remorse and desperate to prove what a good little sub he can be.
But still… I shouldn’t have thrown him out on his ear, not without a proper cooling off period, anyway—even if he was wilfully disobedient. It was terribly unprofessional of me. And I hadn’t intended starting his anal training quite so… forcefully, either. I like to make my novice subs quiver in anticipation, you see—keep up the torment over several weeks—Touching, teasing. Will I, won’t I?—letting the tension build; make them fear it. Make them want it. So, why did I…?
He got to me.
The bastard got to me.
I bring the lights up quickly and aim my wand at the windows to let in some much needed fresh air and to get rid of the stink of male sweat and other bodily fluids. The curtains billow inwards, wafting the scent of violets towards me, but I remain in my seat, ignoring the chill.
What the hell happened?
My gloves get a hurried Scourgify while I ponder the question. Did I lose control of the scene? If so, when? Was I too much in character to notice? I need to move in order to think; this has never, ever, happened before. In a whirl of frenzied wand-waving, I start putting the room to rights like a creature possessed: the table is cleared, Snape’s personal items stored away in his box, the dungeon transformed back to a sitting room, and all the while I’m analysing the events of the past three-quarters of an hour and trying to make sense of them. A few moments later, and I’m leaning against my desk, panting.
O-kay… Let’s go over this one more time… Snape came here with the intention of testing me, obviously, but he was fully prepared to take the consequences—excited by the prospect, even. There was no protest, no fight when I disciplined him—the only show of fear was when he saw the razor—that was a small triumph, I suppose. Then, he… absorbed the beating I meted out like some life-giving energy. Yes… he had me where he wanted me there, which was more than a little galling, I have to admit. But he hadn’t anticipated the plug. Seeing him with his cheeks spread like that… He wasn’t in charge of the proceedings, then, was he? Oh, no. That reasserted my authority, all right. And he was so embarrassed when I made him wank himself off… Hmm… All in all, I think I more than evened the score. And he should be in no doubt now that I won’t tolerate him trying to top from the bottom in future.
The thumping in my chest has subsided somewhat by the time I reach into the top drawer of my desk and extract his case file. It’s usual practice for me to write down my impressions of a scene while they are still fresh in my memory. It rounds off the session nicely, I find, collecting my thoughts on paper and mentally closing the door on the client.
‘Right, Quill, take a dictation…’ My favourite Dicto Quill (the one with the pink ostrich plume) jumps to attention, dips its nib into the inkwell and rises into the air, quivering expectantly, as I arrange my notes on the desk. So, what have we learned today about one Severus Snape?
Hmm… Let’s see… ‘Physical attributes…’ I tap the appropriate parchment for the quill’s benefit and wait for it to scratch out the title.
‘General Condition: (underline). Painfully thin, middle-aged wizard of slightly above average height. Very pale…’ The quill hovers patiently as I pause to recall my first sight of his naked body. ‘… apart from his penis… Skin in surprisingly good condition. No obvious scarring, moles or birthmarks. Does not appear to bruise easily. Paragraph.’
The quill makes an unnecessary scrolly embellishment under the word ‘penis’. Why, I’ve no idea.
‘Musculature: best described as wiry. Prior knowledge presupposes a high tolerance to pain…’ I smile to myself; it’s going to be fun discovering his more… tender spots. Which brings me to…. ‘Nipples: fairly small. Scrotum: unusually tight and high for a man of his age. Needs work. Penis:…’ The quill does the scrolly thing again. I’m going to have to check its charm tomorrow. ‘… pink with prominent veins. Strong erectile function…’ No problems in that department, I don’t think. ‘Um…New Heading, Quill: Observations…’ Where to start? Hmm. ‘Reluctance to comply with my written instructions I believe, on reflection, to have been a one-off as obedience to vocal commands was prompt. No previous anal experience, as expected, yet took a medium plug with minimal fuss. Arousal by humiliation also confirmed…’ Oh, the look on his face when I told him to wank himself off. ‘General deportment is, unsurprisingly, graceful. On the whole, novice sub shows potential, but it’s early days yet. Training to proceed as outlined earlier. Stop.’
Feeling much calmer, I read through the file again, making one or two extra comments in the margins for clarification. There. That’ll do for now. The ink’s barely dry, but I stuff the parchments and quill back in the drawer regardless. It’s getting late, and I’m starting to feel hungry. A quick trip to the bedroom and Mistress Roxanne is back in the wardrobe, leaving Hermione Granger to hurriedly wipe off her greasepaint and throw on some comfy clothes. Wards checked one last time, and with everything in order, I gratefully Disapparate for home.