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It had started out as an innocent joke; Kristen, the constant mockery of their 7th year potions class, had been pushed to her limits by Professor Snape. At lunch she ranted and raved while her best friend Olivia listened while chewing on an apple.

The girls were a shining example of the statement 'opposites attract'. Kristen sat tall and proud; she was loud and obnoxious with long legs and a pile of light brown hair on her head. Her robes were always kept as short as possible and when she didn't wear her robes, her clothing was minimal. She was everything you would expect from a popular troublemaker in any school. The thing that people truly questioned about her was how she ended up in Ravenclaw. She managed to pass most of her classes with decent grades, mostly due to either copying Olivia or doing last minute extra credit. But it was her quick wit that got her into Ravenclaw not her book smarts.

Olivia on the other had clear characteristics of a true Ravenclaw. She always had a book in her hand and she was one of the top students in most of her classes especially potions. She had even received a compliment from Snape once or twice. But Olivia was very quietly and was what most would call a submissive person; she always spoke when asked too and would do for the most part whatever people wanted from her. Though many thought Olivia was a 'rare beauty' her confidence did not allow her to see it that way; she was short with more curves then most of her peers with thick, white blond hair and large blue eyes that were usually covered by thin framed glasses. Unlike her friend, Olivia kept her appearance more professional; her robes were worn at normal length and Olivia's wardrobe contained dress pants, stockings, blouses and skirts that never went above her knees. Usually her clothing was one size bigger than it should be.

"I mean what the hell is shoved up his ass!" Kristen banged her first on the table. "He has no right to centre me out like that all the time!"

Olivia remained silent, holding back a comment of Kristen's almost daily mishaps in potions. Olivia had managed to prevent them for the first six years of potions together (due to the fact they were always partners) but when they had gotten to their last years in advance potions with an odd number of students in the class, Olivia seemed to be the only one Professor Snape trusted to work on her own.

After that it had went downhill and Kristen had always had a dream to be a Healer, so passing Advanced Potions with a good grade was essential.

"God why did he take you away from me?" Kristen whined. "There has to be someone else who can work on their own." She looked at Olivia, waiting for her to agree.

"Yes there must be." Olivia kept her voice low.

"Exactly! Now come on let's go! I don't want to be late for the shit show." Kristen stood up and Olivia followed her movements and they headed towards the dungeons. A couple of people said hi to Kristen and like usual looked through Olivia as if she were a ghost.

"Maybe he needs to go have a drink." Kristen thought out loud. "Or maybe he needs to get laid."

It looked a second but Olivia recognized the look in Kristen's eyes; she was up to something, something that would probably get her in trouble.

As they made it to the potions classroom, Kristen, who sat behind Olivia, pulled out some parchment and dipped her quill in the ink beside her. When she was done, Kristen help up what appeared to be a list with a wicked grin. On the top she had written 'Would you fuck Snape?' and then there were two columns marked 'Yes' and 'No'.

Olivia's face turned red at the thought of the list going around. She knew Professor Snape would surely find the list and Kristen didn't need more tension with him. "But if you get caught…"

"I won't! Stop worrying!" Kristen put a mark in the 'no' section and passed it back.

Soon enough Professor Snape came billowing in and slammed the door shut, instructing them to turn to a page in their textbooks. The class seemed to go by smoothly until Olivia noticed she was hearing more snickers and giggles as the class progressed. She wasn't the only one to notice either.

Professor Snape had looked up from his grading every time he heard a noise and soon enough, Olivia could see he was headed in the direction of the paper. The air in the room became tense as Snape picked up the piece of paper and scanned it over. He crumpled the paper slightly and walked up to the front of the classroom.

"Who is responsible for this!" his tone was sharp. "I want an answer!"

No one said anything and then his eyes were set on Kristen and there was a fire that couldn't be put out. "It was you wasn't it?"

Kristen didn't say anything, Olivia wasn't sure if it was out of fear or if for once, she had nothing to say. The look in Snape's eyes told Olivia that he wasn't going to let this one go any time soon. He would catch her doing something else wrong and Kristen couldn't help herself.

Olivia felt her cheeks heat up at the thought that popped in her head.

"I'm waiting for an answer."

No sound came out of Kristen's mouth and suddenly Olivia jumped up her face no as red as a tomato. She kept her eyes to the ground and her hands in front of her.

"It was me Professor." She heard Kristen let out a sigh of relief from behind her. "I thought it would be funny."

Snape walked in front of her desk and placed both hands flat so he was staring down right at her. "Why is it Miss Harper that I don't believe you?"

Olivia swallowed hard and found the strength to look up, face still red. She looked him straight in the eye and fidgeted uncomfortably as she stood. "Please Professor, it was me."

He stared at her for a minute longer then turned away and walked back to his desk. "That's earned you a month's worth of detention Miss Harper. I expect you to be at my office tonight at eight."

Olivia sat back down and didn't dare look up or look back at Kristen. The class ended not soon after and her friend grabbed her arm and dragged her out of the classroom. When they were far enough away Kristen gave her a huge hug. "Why don't I listen to you? I don't deserve a friend like you."

Olivia didn't say anything but hugged her friend back.

"You're lucky though," Kristen pulled away. "For that, a month worth of detention is nothing."

Oliviia bit her lip; Kristen had the best intentions with her statement but for some reason

Olivia didn't feel any better. She had never gotten detention since she started at Hogwarts and now here she was, 7th year earning a month worth of them.

"I wonder what the tally was on the sheet anyways."

Olivia wasn't sure what to expect from detention tonight as she made her way down to the dungeons. Kristen had told her horror stories of having to sort rat's tails from bat wings or to pick out frogs brains from barrels.

She arrived a few minutes early and found Snape sitting at his desk and he told her to sit down. He folded his hands together with a slight sigh.

"Miss Harper I still highly doubt that this fiasco is your doing so I will give you one more chance to come clean and admit the truth." He was giving her a way out; she was one of his best students after all. She wanted to be truthful and honest with him but her loyalty to Kristen was much stronger than that.

"It was me." She muttered, not looking up.

"Very well Miss Harper, follow me."

Olivia followed him to the classroom where he pointed her to a pile of cauldrons that were stacked high. He sat down at the desk and told her to clean them. She didn't hesitate; she took off her glasses and tied her hair back then made her way to the pile and began to scrub.

Snape didn't pay her much attention to her until she knocked over one of the piles causing a loud clang to echo throughout the classroom. Olivia was frozen to the spot and looked over at Snape who was glaring at her. "Well aren't you going to pick them up?" he snapped.

Olivia turned red and looked down. "Yes sir."

She bent over and began to restack them cauldrons; the skirt rode up a bit so she pulled it down and when the pile was back to normal she began to scrub again. Olivia scrubbed until her hands were red and raw, then she scrubbed awhile past that.

"You may leave Miss Harper." She pulled her hand out of the water and looked at him; he had his hands in his lap and appeared to be staring at her intently. She looked down at the huge pile that still sat there and then back at him.

"They will still be there tomorrow. Go."

Olivia grabbed her glasses and put them back on shyly and let her hair down as she walked away and out of the classroom. When she was gone Snape appeared to be deep in thought; he ran his hand over the papers on his desk and then groaned.

He left the papers and headed back to his rooms for the night.

Detention went on the same way for another week besides the fact that Olivia was becoming increasingly aware of her Professors dark eyes staring upon her as she worked off her punishment. It wasn't that she minded, if anything she was more curious as to why he would stare.

She went through ideas in her mind to distract herself from the pain that had begun to sink into her fingertips like fire burning through the flesh.

'Perhaps he is trying to intimidate you to get the truth about Kristen.' She told herself. 'He would probably be quiet satisfied to give her detention for the rest of the year.'

She bit her lip, deep in thought about the whole situation.

Then a crash caused her to jump.

"Dammit!" her professor's voice echoed throughout the room.

She stood, helplessly watching him curse at the bottle of ink that had fallen to the floor. Olivia didn't know what she could do for him as she knew trying to help would likely just enrage him further. When he finally looked up at her, she stared at him wide eyed, waiting for him to say something, anything to her.

"Get out." He muttered under his breath. When she didn't move, she noticed his left eye began to twitch slightly; his arm raised and pointed towards the door and he wore a snarl like a rabid dog. "GET OUT!"

She dropped the rags and grabbed her glasses; her feet moved quicker than they ever had before, not even giving her a chance to shut the door behind her. Olivia didn't understand his anger and had no intentions trying to figure them out.

Still, she was hurt that he lashed out at her for no reason. She had always thought of herself as one of his tolerable students that would never cause him any grief but now it was different. Her heart twisted like she was wringing out a dish cloth as she crawled into her bed.

Kristen and her other roommates were already snoring away as she pulled the blankets over herself. Sleep came to her quickly but never lasted very long; she tossed and turned all night like waves in the sea, worried about what would happen in detention the next day.

"You look terrible." Kristen stuffed her face full of muffins at breakfast the next morning.

"Snape is really working you to the bone isn't he?"

Olivia nodded. "It seems that way. I mean that paper was pretty offensive."

"All in fun!" Kristen reached out and hugged her friend again. "Did I mention how grateful I am for what you did for me?"

With a small smile she hugged her back, for a moment forgetting her troubles. "You have, multiple times."

They day moved on at a snail pace; Olivia had only seen Snape in passing but couldn't help but notice how much he seemed to be avoiding her eye. Even during their class that day, he never let her answer a question or even complimented her on the success of another well brewed potion. However, no one else seemed to notice the different and she somewhat liked it that way. It was almost like for the first time, she had something all to herself that no one else to claim as their own. As scared as she was, it was exciting too. It was a mystery that she needed to solve.

With that realization, she headed to the dungeons being optimistic, ready for whatever was going to be thrown at her.

"Professor?" she called out, realizing he wasn't in his normal spot.

He appeared in the door that sat behind his desk with a blank expression on his face. "Come to my office Miss Harper."

"Yes sir." She hurried along and took a seat across from his own, listening to the door slam behind him. Out of the corner of her eye, she notice him linger at the door a bit longer than usual, mumbling something to himself before taking his own seat.

"Detention tonight will be a bit different than what you are used to Miss Harper." Something was different about his voice tonight; it felt like silk against her ears. The realization caused her heart to race more rapidly than before.

She wanted to ask him what would be different but couldn't find the words.

"Drink this," He suddenly said, passing a goblet across the desk at her. She looked down at it; it looked like an innocent drink but she couldn't understand why he was giving it to her. When she looked up, he was watching her the same way he had all the other nights. Olivia could help but feel like the mouse in a sick game. Somehow she found a voice.

"Sir what…"

"Did I say to ask questions Miss Harper?" He snapped at her quickly. "Drink it."

She lifted the goblet to her lips and drank down the sweet liquid without another word; a warm feeling ran through her body and she felt her face flush. As she passed the goblet back to him, Olivia noticed herself begin to feel light headed and fuzzy.

He gave her another moment before the questions began.

"Now how long has it been since we started your detentions?"

"Two weeks." The answer rolled off her tongue before she could stop it. She told herself it had nothing to do with what he had just gave her but her stomach twisted and turned with the realization that she may have been too eager to trust him.

"Very good. What is your full name Miss Harper?"

"Olivia Angelia Harper."

He nodded and laced his fingers together, leaning forward and staring into her eyes. "Now why did you receive these detentions in the first place?"

"I lied for Kristen so she wouldn't get in trouble. She couldn't afford to have you breathing down her neck much..." Olivia threw her hands over her mouth when she could fully understood when she had told him. The color began to drain from her face and her eyes were like a deer caught in the headlight.

He leaned back with a small smirk. "Miss Harper there is no point trying to fight it."

"Sir what did you…." She couldn't finished, confused about the whole situation. She wondered if this was his plan all along; keep her in detention long enough to get the truth about Kristen out of her. He had been staring at her to try and figure out the truth.

"What is wrong?" he pulled her away from the thoughts.

"I'm disappointed." She admitted.

"Now why would that be?" his dark eyes were still staring at her and she felt herself finding a small bit of comfort in them.

"I didn't realize that our detentions together were about getting Kristen in trouble."

He let out a small chuckle. "That disappoints you?"

"For some reason sir, yes it does."

"Let me assure you, this has nothing to do with you idiotic friend." He began. "I am truly curious about you Miss Harper. Have you always been this way?"

"What way?"

"You are so accepting of everything." he said slowly. "You let your friend take advantage of you all the time. You even don't seem to mind the fact that I just given you something and you have no idea the effects."

"I know you wouldn't kill me." Despite being unsure of what he gave her, she told herself he would never go out of his way to hurt her. There would be no reason for it and he would have nothing to gain at all.

"Also," she added in. "There must be a reason for it."

"Purely personal." He told her. "Now have you had sex before Miss Harper?"

The color that had left her face before seem to come back in an instant; she knew her cheeks had flushed at his question. Her mind was so frazzled she couldn't even begin to wonder why he wanted to know that about her.

"No sir."

"Seems a little odd for a fairly attractive seventh year girl. Why is that?"

Olivia did her best to ignore the fact he had called her attractive. "I guess there was no one who ever really interest me enough since most of the boys here are too immature. Plus with Kristen as my friend, it's hard to stand out."

"So then who do you think of when you pleasure yourself?"

Her eyes went wide again and this time, Olivia fought the answer, unable to bear the thought of admitting to her professor that this wasn't the first time she had noticed his silky voice or his long fingers. She closed her eyes, hoping it would help her avoid it but the effort was useless.

"You sir."

He raised his eyebrow and Olivia expected the worse; in her mind, she watched him throw back his head with laughter, asking why she even tried to imagine anything ever happening with him. That she was some meek, unattractive girl with an idiotic school girl crush.

"What exactly do I do to you during these fantasies Miss Harper?" he spoke slowly, letting every word roll of his tongue.

Olivia had her favorite images that always seemed to do the trick for her during her private time, all learned from when her curiosity got the best of her. A few of the girls in her dorm had somehow obtained and muggle magazine in their 4th year, showing all different kinds of positions a man might put a woman into too. Olivia couldn't help but dig further when she returned home that summer; she had somehow gotten away with stealing a few of similar articles from the store only a few minutes from her home.

The pictures were similar in the first two but in the last one the man would handle to woman more roughly than before; slamming her down, yanking her hair, striking her behind. The pictures caused something to stir inside of Olivia that she had never known existed before. When she returned to her 5th year, her potions professor seem to be the only man she could script in her fantasies.

"I'm waiting Miss Harper."

She wasn't going to fight it anymore. He had already learned this much and there was no going back. "You holding me down sir, making me beg. Pulling my hair roughly…" saying the words out loud was making Olivia oddly aroused; she clenched her thighs together and shifted uncomfortably in the chair.

"Does saying those things excite you Olivia?"

She almost came undone the second he used her name. "Yes sir."

"Stand up."

She followed his instructions and watched him walk around the desk, feeling him come up behind her, so close that his hot breath tickled her neck. His hand slowly brushed against her shoulder and then grazed her hip.

She tensed, but didn't stop him from running his hand over her bottom and squeezing. Olivia let out a squeal, surprised at his actions.

"No one has touched you like this either before have they Miss Harper?" he reached up and began to massage her breast. She closed her eyes, trying to fight the moan that was escaping her throat.

"No." she breathed out.

"You have been the only person ever to touch here?" he ran his hand between her legs and rubbed slowly. Olivia couldn't help but press against his hand, rocking her hips at his touch.

"Yes."

She heard him groan after she had finally let a soft moan escape her lips, finally letting herself relax and enjoy the pleasure he was giving.

"I have a proposition for you Olivia." He stopped and turned her around. "It seems that you have peaked my interest and I believe we can both benefit from this agreement."

Olivia, still craving more of his touch watched him intently. "I believe we should start seeing each other on a more personal level."

"You want us to…" Olivia trailed off. "You want me?"

"Yes it seems I do. So will you consider this?"

"I will sir but, why me?"

Snape stepped back for a moment and then raised an eyebrow. "I don't believe there are woman lining up at my office and not only that but I am not interested in breaking any laws. You are eighteen Miss Harper and free to make your own decisions as a consenting adult. However I would like this to remain between us."

"Of course." She knew neither of them wanted him to lose his job.

"I am also attracted a certain kind of woman…one who will listen to what she is told. As of late they have been hard to come by until you."

Olivia bit her lip. "I…."

"Come now Miss Harper, do you think you would still be sitting here if you were anything but submissive to me? I've drugged you, asked you personal questions you did not want to answer and I am now propositioning you. Add that with your unwavering loyalty to your dear friend who seems to cause you nothing but trouble- I don't see how you picture yourself as anything but submissive."

She wanted to argue but he knew he was right. If he had tried this with any other student, she was sure they would have already been at Dumbledore's office.

"How long do I have to think about it?"

"Tomorrow, my class. Now if you will allow me, I will show you why I think this would be a good idea for you."

She was going to ask him what he meant when his lips came crashing down onto hers. She let out a sound of surprised but kissed him back. She had only been kissed by a boy before and it was nothing like this. Professor Snape had taken charge and kissed her roughly, his tongue ran against her lips and she opened her mouth to let him in. She felt the sensitive area between her legs become wetter than before.

Snape had her pinned to the desk and ran his hand slowly down her front; his thumb over where her nipples were through the fabric of her shirt and across her stomach. He unbutton her pants and took them off of her; he ran his hand across her white cotton panties, feeling her juices had soaked through.

"Aren't we excited?" he smirked at her, breaking their kiss. Suddenly he flipped her and had her bent over the desk with her palms lying flat, keeping her up and steady. Without warning he raised his hand and slapped her ass hard.

Olivia let out a yelp of pain and tried to look back but he kept her still; Snape began to rub her covered clit with two fingers and Olivia couldn't help but rock her hips from the pleasure. He pulled back and smacked her ass harder this time. He did this a few more times before ripping her panties off and teasing her entrance with a finger.

"Do you want this?"

Olivia couldn't think straight anymore; her glasses had fallen to the ground, her hair had tumbled out and all she could think about was him putting himself inside of her. She moaned and thrusted her hips, trying to get his finger in.

"Now my dear, you didn't even say please." He smacked her again and she now found pleasure in the sensation.

"Please." She whimpered.

"Please what? I don't believe you are address me correctly."

"Please sir!" she cried out as his finger dived into her soaked pussy and rammed into her. He reached out and grabbed her hair, pulling her head back slightly.

"You want another one inside of you?"

"Yes sir!" Olivia was beginning to see stars and felt something in her body begin to build up and she rocked her hips so his fingers fucked her harder. She was crying out things she never expected herself to say and he only encouraged her to continue.

"Good girl, keep talking." He loved seeing her fall apart in front of him.

She felt her body begin to shake but couldn't seem to pass that finally hump until he grabbed her hair again and pulled her head up to his ear. "Cum for me right now Olivia."

That did it, she came undone, screaming at this point. Sweat ran down her whole body and she tried to catch her breath, still bent over the desk with nothing covering her bottoms.

Snape leaned over her and ran his nose against her ear.

"Tomorrow in my class I expect you're to wear your robes short and no panties. I want you to show me during class. If you don't want this then you detentions will go back to normal with a simple potion to make you forget. You can go back to scrubbing pots and picking toads brains from barrels."

Then he was gone leaving her by herself. Olivia got dressed and made her way back to the Ravenclaw tower, trying to ignore the sting from the spanking she had received. She changed into her nightgown and laid down, trying to sleep but everything was going through her mind; she even had to pinch herself to make sure it wasn't a dream.

Olivia managed to get some sleep but not before she had made her choice.