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Have a bit of venom with your chocolate (CntDestyr And Queenofwolves)

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Gen woke up early that morning absolutely exhausted. She hadn’t slept well the night before, trying to finish the 3 parchments worth of potions homework. Snape could be a real asshole, of course the slytherins were always cut a break. With his hatred focused on Potter, Granger and Wealsey though, he didn’t really notice her. Even with her grades only being second best to Hermione, the professors didn’t really notice her existence. Ginny was even recognized more than she was, because of her relation to Ron. Really though, she didn’t mind not being noticed. The slytherins liked to torment the gryffindors and the more invisible one was, the less likely they were to be picked on. For Gen the only thing that really sucked, was the fact that she had dark red hair. Everyone’s first comment when they met her was to ask if she was related to the Weasleys. Ginny got a kick out of it though and would often hook her arm through Gen’s and say they were sisters. That always got everyone confused and the pair would walk off laughing together. Truly, Ginny was one of Gen’s only friends, even if most of the time Ginny spent it with the trio. This year though, most of the trio was missing due to it being Ginny’s and Gen’s sixth year. When Ginny wasn’t busy trying to cuddle up to Hermione, since that girl was pissed off as hell at the other two boys, she was busy with Quidditch. Gen had more time to study and work on school work than she had in the last five years in Hogwarts.

Gen rolled out of her bed with a loud groan and headed towards the bathrooms to shower. She was starving and wanted to be clean quick. Most of the sixth year girls had already headed down to the Great Hall and she was just getting into the shower. She knew Ginny would be there, trying to calm down one of Hermiones latest rants about how horrible it was that Ron and Harry had just left her at Hogwarts. With a roll of her eyes, she dropped her pj’s and slipped into the steaming warmth of a bath. There was no doubt in her mind that if her grades kept up like they had been, she’d be head girl next year. That was as long as there was still a Hogwarts to attend, bastard Voldemort. He was destroying everything for half-bloods and muggle-borns. Lucky for Gen, most didn’t even know she was a half-blood. She spent most of her life with her father, a pureblood in the wizarding world. In the summers, she would go and stay with her muggle mother. They had met when her father was a young wizard and instantly fell in love. Not long after, Gen was born and the strain of not being able to truly use magic started to hurt her father. They started fighting frequently and violently, till they agreed that splitting up was the best decision. The final decision that they needed to make was where Gen was going to be for most of the time. Within day’s she showed her first signs of magic and was sent off to be with her father. So the only ones who truly knew of her lineage was the professors and her own close friend Ginny. When anyone asked her how she knew so much about muggles, she merely explained Ginny was fascinated.

Once Gen was finally clean enough, she stepped out of her bath and swirled her wand to dry herself off. Her hair fell perfectly and she changed into her school robes, hating how the uniform felt on her body. They were heavy and could be considered constricting for movements, so if she needed to fight someone, she was a bit disadvantaged. Luckily for her, most of the time, she didn’t really fight anyone. By the time she made her way down to the Great Hall, breakfast was nearly over and she was annoyed. She really should have set her alarm to have gone off earlier than what she had planned. Now she’d have to scarf her food down and hope not to be late to her first class. Just as she walked through the door of the Great Hall, a crash sounded. A few younger year Hufflepuffs were currently being teased mercilessly by a group of slytherins. It appeared no one was going to be helping the young ones since Hermione and Ginny were gone and most didn’t bother. She attempted to ignore the cruelty and went to sit down, when she saw one of them throw up a slug. It was disgusting how they were being treated and the little girl was starting to cry. With a groan and a grunt, she dropped her bag onto the Gryffindor table, looked around at who was left and ignoring the situation and began to stalk over there. “Hey knock it off, leave them alone boys.” She snarled at the slytherin’s who barely even glanced at her and went back to their play toys. Shaking her head, she whipped her wand out and pressed it against one of the boys back neck. “I said leave them alone, or couldn’t you hear me you dim witted corn snake?” She knew calling the boy by such a demeaning name would catch his attention. It did just that and as he turned around to look at her, she smiled a wicked grin. “Did that catch your attention?” If one were to look at the scene, they’d be either amused or astonished. She was a 5’ foot nothing staring up at this 5’10 man as if he was beneath her.
 
The man had been deemed the "Prince of Slytherin" by nearly everyone else in the school. He was the man that that piss ant Draco Malfoy wished that he was. He was Edward Gaspar a man that normally kept to himself and minded his own business. He was one of the more powerful wizards in the school, his bloodlines helping him out a bit there, and it was painfully obvious that he would surely become a Death Eater when he was out of Hogwarts. He was the seven time dueling champion of the school, which was perfect because he had been at the school for seven years. He was also a smart boy, knowing most of what the teachers were teaching already. Call it good parenting. Aside from his brains, and his ability with a wand, the man was humble. Nothing anyone could say at the school could rock Edward's world. He was there to take care of business, then move on. That was what he planned on doing, and that was what he was going to do.

The man's friends, on the other hand, had a nasty habit of picking on the other kids. It wasn't so much that they were doing it for the fun of it, no, it was more that they were trying to impress Edward. In truth, Edward felt as though he didn't have a true friend in the lot. They were all acquaintances, sure, maybe he could consider one or two of them a friend, but he wouldn't have tea with most of the people that followed him around. Still, when they got into a little tiff, they knew that Edward would most likely back them up, so when the wand was pressed to the back of his friend's neck, Edward watched with silent eyes. He had been making his way to the Great Hall, and the scene sort of just unfolded in front of him.

Edward stood at nearly 6'4. He was tall for his age, and especially tall for most Brits. He was lanky, his eyes were wide and always analyzing what was in front of him. He certainly wasn't someone that the average student missed. His presence alone could be felt, and when he got angry or upset, which was rare, his presence completely changed. His robes draped over his shoulders, blending all of his bodily features, hiding them behind his robe, but his posture was pristine and correct. Sometimes he felt like the belle of the ball, being recruited by the teachers to take the auror path, but being recruited by his parents to take the Death Eater path. He was likely leaning towards becoming a Death Eater, but in truth, he didn't want to do any.

Still, when this little girl thought that she would be a white knight and save those Hufflepuffs, it kind of got under the man's skin. Before the 5'10 Slytherin could say anything, Edward made his way out from the crowd. "And what's it to you?" He asked her, really wanted to know. It was odd, they weren't being hurt or anything, it was just apart of school. They weren't even in the same house as she was! Pulling his own wand, he pointed it at her. "There is no reason for any violence." He said, a strong accent ringing for those to hear.

When some of the others saw Edward pull his wand, they pulled theirs, pointing at the girl who was just barely 5 feet off the ground. She was outnumbered for sure, and things probably could have gotten much more hectic. Why did Gryffindors have to get involved in business that wasn't theirs? There were all so fucking nosy, so caught up in their own idea of being a hero or doing what was right, that they infringed on everyone else. She didn't have to involve herself with this. The man was starting to get angry. Maybe he'd just have to show her what her actions could get her. Being a hero wasn't always grand.
 
Gen knew what she was doing was a very bad idea. The fact was, she couldn’t stand for those kids to be getting hurt. During the time of the boys switching their attention on her, the crying girl had taken the boy throwing up slugs out of the Great Hall. At least now they were both safe from the torment, for a little while. Now that the children were safe, she just needed to figure out the best way to leave. There was no need to hurt one of the slimy snakes. The lot of them were nothing more than dirt, the way they treated others and how they acted. Pureblooded egotistical assholes, all of them.

As Gen was about to back away from the idiot, the slytherin prince showed up. Edward was not a man to be messed with. Everyone in the entire castle knew the slytherin prince was as dangerous as perhaps lord Voldemort. He had become the slytherin prince before he had even hit his fifth year, which was rare indeed. The moment that Edward moved smoothly alongside the trio, she switched her attention to him. Her eyes narrowed in false bravo and her chin raised. Even though he asked why she cared about those children, he drew his wand on her. Swiftly, she switched her wand from pressing into the boys neck to be pointed at the prince.

When Edward talked, it was filled with strength and power, nothing more than pure dominance. As he talked Gen could tell he expected all to bow to his whim. All his voice accomplished making her want to do was growl. “No reason for any violence? That’s why your slimy cronies made a boy puke slugs right? Cause that’s not violent at all?” Her voice was sarcastic and biting as she practically snap the words at him. She knew she was screwed the minute a few others drew their wand and pointed it at her. Truly, she could have taken on three of them, the prince on the other hand. She wasn’t quite sure how she could handle against the prince. Ginny was generally her sparring partner and on occasion Hermione, and she could generally defeat them but the prince was a champion winner.

Gen’s eyes darted from slytherin to slytherin trying to figure out the best way out of this. Of course, her house left her alone, seeing as how she wasn’t one of the highest esteemed golden. At that moment, she really did wish Ginny or Hermione were there. With one of the golden one’s she’d have more backing behind her. Bracing herself, she was ready for a duel or a war, in which she knew she would lose. She refused to go down without a fight though. “Can’t handle me on your own snake? Need an army behind you to take on one little girl?” Yup, because mocking the prince was a great idea. The longer she rattled off at him, the closer it would be to classes. A professor was bound to be walking in on any moment to see what was about to happen and break it up. Her best bet was to lash the leader of the group with her tongue till a professor showed up and she was rescued. After this, well she’d avoid him for a week or two and he’d forget about her. She was extremely easy to forget about, thank goodness.
 
While the man's eyes stayed trained on her, and his face remained the same solemn face he normally had, his hand gripped his 14 inch, yew wood with a phoenix feather core. It was a deadly wand that did exactly what it's master wanted it to do. Oddly enough, the round and fat end of the want almost looked like a snake head. Still, he wasn't afraid of what some self-proclaimed hero girl had to offer him. It could be called arrogance, but Edward viewed it as something else. It was pure calculation. Sure, she could end up being some kind of dueling prodigy, and Edward was willing to take that chance, the odds simply weren't in her favor.

The Prince of Slytherin was a very cold and calculating man. Every action, every move, and every attack, everything he does was a calculated risk. His mind worked faster than most, and many felt as though Edward may serve, not only as the Prince of Slytherin here in the school, but also as the heir apparent to Voldemort's throne. No one ever dared to ask him about it though, no one ever knew what Edward did when he wasn't in classes or in the Great Hall. That being said, Edward had near perfect attendance and near perfect grades. He was quite the tough cookie to crack.

As his eyes moved over her, he made some calculations in his head. He also remembered her face and her body, so that he could pick her out of a crowd if he needed to. He ignored her words, nothing she could say could rattle his world or shake his foundation so her jawing and mocking went largely unnoticed. His eyes shifted slightly, and he noticed a teacher approaching. Even if it was Snape, he would have told Edward to stop. Shaking his head, he re-sheathed his wand and brushed past her. He would remember her.

As he disappeared into the Great Hall, just as classes were about to start, he figured he'd see her again. When she was least expecting it, he would humiliate her. Call him petty, but he didn't get to even duel her. It was probably better that he didn't. He had all sorts of stuff in store for her. Figuring that it was a Gryffindor/Slytherin joint day, and she seemed to be nearly the same year as he was, he figured that he would be seeing her a lot of her today, and she would be seeing a lot of him as well. He would be waiting for her.
 
Gen felt Edwards eyes scanning her. Throughout everything she said, he never even showed the slightest bit of annoyance. There was no rage, no contempt, there was nothing. It was disarming the way his cold eyes slid over her. Danger practically screamed from the man as she stood before him. It was as if every other student faded away but him. He captured everyone’s attention and ruled without even trying it seemed. She was a Gryffindor though, she would stand with her back straight. No snake, not even the prince would scare her. Besides, beyond some particularly nasty hexes, there wasn’t much he could do to her. The professors would prevent any true harm from coming to her, plus she had Ginny.

Gen was in the process of convincing herself she was safe when she felt a chill. Her eyes flashed to Edwards and she swallowed hard. There was a promise in his eyes, geared towards her and she clenched her wand tighter. Just as suddenly as their eyes had connected, his eyes moved and looked at Snape approaching. She practically sighed out loud her relief, even as she felt his body moving away from her. Stepping to the side, she watched his retreating form, knowing he shouldn’t be to her back. Once the Slytherin Prince disappeared from her view, she did sigh. Well, until Snape stood before her with a nasty glare. “Miss. Castel I believe it is? Why are you late to class?” Before she could even explain herself, he got loud and took points off. “5 points from Gryffindor, I sure hope you won’t be making this a habit Miss. Castel.” Than with a woosh of his robes, he turned away from her and was walking away but then shot back a retort. “I’d watch who you mess with in this school, there are some you shouldn’t trifle with.” Out of the Great Hall he went and there she still stood, cursing everything to hell.

Gen walked to the empty Gryffindor table and grabbed her bag up from the bench. Her classmates couldn’t’ even take her bag to class for her, assholes. As her eyes ran over her template for what the day would be like, she gasped. Her first class was in divinations and then of course, Snapes, with the Slytherins. She practically ran to the class and slipped in without the professor even noticing. Taking the seat next to Ginny, she ignored the girls questioning stare. She’d hear about her friends foolishness soon enough, and was bound to laugh at her. For the rest of the period, she spent the time trying to get Edwards burning stare out of her mind. She just couldn’t kick that feeling of impending doom. She even contemplated skipping potions, but Snape had already seen her.

That was how Gen found herself walking to the dungeons with Ginny at her side. Fear of points being removed from Gryffindor made her more nervous than Edward. “So what happened?” Ginny asked point blank. Ginny wasn’t very good at subtly and Gen spent the walk explaining what happened. There wasn’t much to explain really. Ginny’s reaction was just as Gen had thought, a laugh and shake of her head. “Just be careful Gen, if you pissed him off enough you’ll be in trouble, but somehow I doubt it’ll be anything worse than a bat boogey hex.” With a playful shove Gen shoved the light red head. “You better be right Ginny, there was something about his eyes that just scared me.” Ginny waved her off and they began their entrance into the dungeons.
 
When Ginny made it far enough away, the shadows seemed to ooze Edward out of concealment. Standing before her, he smiled a very devious smile and an odd glint in his eyes. Before she could draw her wand, he drew his, pointing it at her chest, and closing the distance between them, putting his forearm on her chest and shoving her against the wall. With that, he grabbed her wand and put it in the back of his pants. A witch was nothing without her wand, everyone knew that. Edward had a certain air about him that may not have been that of revenge, however, he did want to teach her a lesson or two. Edward knew his way around the school's dungeon like the back of his hand, probably even better than some of the teachers. Every crack and crevice was familiar to him, as were the secret rooms.

In possession of her wand, she was at his mercy. He stood tall, and was a man that demanded respect. People hushed when they entered a room and he was talking, and they avoided meeting eyes with him when possible. When Professor Snape rounded the corner and met eyes with Edward, even he bowed his head and disappeared back into his office. It was common knowledge that Edward could do whatever he wanted in the school, and there was very little that could be done to stop him from imposing his will on the rest of the school. Besides, the aurors wanted him there just to keep an eye on him. When the coward Snape slunk back into his office, Edward turned her around and walked behind her, his hand gripped her shoulder rather hard, his wand firmly pressed into the small of her back.

After a few minutes of walking in the damp, dark hallways of the dungeon, the sights and smells must have started to blend together for her. The sight of bland grey stone with twists and turns that all looked the same. They were essentially inside of a large labyrinth that Edward knew every inch of. Finally, they reached a dead end.

"Aperio"

The man commanded, and almost instantly, the bricks of the wall started to reform and create an opening. It was much like the area where Dumbledore's army practiced only much harder to get to. Inside, the room was small and dark. The bricks reformed the wall behind them, and then faded into darkness that seemed to be moving and shifting. This was clearly a magically enchanted room that most faculty in the school didn't even know existed. Edward was the one that magically enchanted this room, and it did everything he wanted it to. Moving her to the center of the room, he started to step away from her, his wand still pointed at her.

"Welcome to Hell."

The man said, as he stepped back even further. Without saying another word, the walls seemed to shift and move, getting more and more movement at every shift. The walls seemed to lurch out more and more. The ground started to move now, pulsing underneath their feet. After a moment, he feet started to sink into the ground, and he put his wand away. She wasn't going anywhere now. The ground wasn't wet or gooey, but she couldn't move her ankles, when she tried to move them, they would constrict, almost as if they were made of rope. In truth, they were. They were enchanted ropes. This is where he had been going, and this is what he had been working on for the longest time this year. She should just give up now. . .
 
Gen knew she was screwed the minute Edward practically materialized out of the shadows. She felt even worse seeing the smile he wore. He had surprised and it was those few moments of hesitation that prevented her from grabbing her wand. Her hand was resting on her wand when she froze, his wand pointed straight at her chest. Yup, she was screwed. She waited for him to hex her and braced herself for just that. Except he didn’t go to hex her and instead thrust her into the wall. A yelp spilled out of her when her back slammed into the hard brick. Her shoulder ached from the thrust and her head had also smacked into the wall. Again, all he needed was moments to disarm her and take her wand away. Everything inside her tensed up when he claimed her wand. It was never good for a witch to lose her wand, losing her wand meant she was vulnerable. Had he been muggle, she may have been able to hold her own but not as a wizard with a wand.

Gen nearly screamed for help when she saw Snape, but halted at his look. She was pressed against the wall by Edward and all he did was nod his head? Even though the Gryffindors weren’t his favorite students in the world, she never thought he’d just ignore something like this. It was after Snape had went into his office that her face really paled. She knew that the man held power but she never thought it was anything like this. There were rumors of his being Voldemorts possible heir but they were just that, rumors. Nerves stole her voice from her when he began to usher her down the hall. She attempted to remove his hand from her shoulder and accomplished nothing.

Gen wasn’t an idiot, she watched where they were going, till she got confused. They were headed into an area of the dungeons she had never been. Looking back at him, she tried to slow her step. “Where are we going?” The push of his wand in her lower back and the hand on her shoulder forced her to keep going. There was no relief for her once they stopped at a dead end and she turned to face him.

Gen watched as Edwards mouth opened and prepared herself for a curse, when instead he cast a charm. Confusion marred her face until the walls began to move that was. Shock rippled through her as she saw the opening of what seemed to be a room. Again, she was pushed to move and this time into a small room where she had trouble seeing. He practically had to force her into where he wanted and she quickly turned to attempt to keep him in her eye sight. Her eyes were finally beginning to adjust to the dark allowing her to see him more clearly.
Gen lifted her chin as Edward pointed his wand at her, believing that this was her end. Yet again, she was confused when she wasn’t cursed. When the floor lurched under her feet, she stumbled for a moment before gaining her footing once more. Her eyes were wide she felt a sudden weight on her feet, she attempted to pull at them but it felt as if she was in quick sand. The harder she struggled, the quicker and deeper she sank. When she looked down at the ground, she saw that her feet weren’t in the ground but entrapped by magical ropes. Lifting her eyes up at him, she glared and straightened her spine. “What the hell do you want Edward? Isn’t this just a little dramatic for something that you weren’t even involved in? Shouldn’t you be using this room for Harry Potter for you’re oh so wonderful dark lord?” She spat at him snarling. There was her Gryffindor courage again, her very stupid, often ballsy Gryffindor courage. “What do you want?” This time she screamed at him, she didn’t like being trapped in some room somewhere with a man no one seemed to say boo to.
 
The way that the woman yelled at him was quite amusing to Edward. She wasn't in the slightest position to be doing so, yet there she was, insisting that she kept yelling and screaming. Of course, he wouldn't dignify her with a response to her yelling and screaming. No, instead he just watched her, not with vacant eyes, but with eyes filled with intent. The reason Snape had just let him be, was because he was afraid of him. To be fair, why wouldn't he be afraid of Edward, Edward was one of, if not the most powerful wizard to ever walk the halls. Even the great Harry Potter and he had made a non-verbal agreement to just stay out of each other's way.

The darkness on the walls weren't just done with her feet. Lurching out once again, they bound her arms straight out. The Ropes around her ankles started to tighten and they continued to tighten until her ankles were together. She was completely helpless now. She couldn't move, she had no wand, she didn't know where she was, and worst of all (at least for her) was that she was dealing with a particularly sadistic and sick man. Taking out his own wand, he tapped the room a few times, and the darkness started to dissipate, revealing what she had already deducted to be true. She was bound by magical ropes, and completely at his mercy.

As the man walked towards her, he walked around her for a little bit. Tapping the ropes on her arms, they moved simultaneously, anchoring themselves to the ceiling, but crossing her wrists. With another tap, the ropes slowly started to change into heavy, iron, cold chains that clanged as she struggled. She was standing before him now, fully robed, and but fully bound. Looking at her, he put his hand on his chin and thought about what he wanted. Deciding finally, he pulled a blindfold from his pocket and wrapped it around her head, cutting off her sense of sight. This was where the fun began, at least for Edward. Tapping the ropes that bound her feet, they slowly started to spread her legs, and move to the walls. She was suspended there now, and the man was completely content with watching her there, seeing her reaction, and allowing her to just drive herself crazy with anticipation of what he was going to do with her. With one final tap, her bounds tightened up, and wouldn't even give a little bit, not matter how much she struggled.

Finally, he spoke. "When will you Gryffindors learn? You aren't the knights or paladins of this castle." He said, walking around her. His tone of voice was eerily calm, literally like the calm before the storm. Breathing in the smell of her hair and her body, he put his hand on her neck for a second. "Your heart is racing. Where is your Gryffindor confidence? Where are you hoards of friends that have your back? Has it sunk in that you are completely alone?" He said, rattling off rhetorical questions for her. His tone was getting increasingly loud and increasingly angry.

Pulling out a knife, he pressed the flat side of the cold blade against her face. "I am going to teach you a lesson for your arrogance. Just remember, you brought this upon yourself." He said, stopping for one moment. "I almost forgot." Pulling out a ballgag from his pocket as well, he strapped that into her mouth. Then he started his tedious and careful work, removing her outer robes, and getting her down to her knickers.
 
Gen stopped screaming, taking long deep breaths as she watched Edward. Again, the man was completely unmoving. She might as well have been yelling at a wall for all the reaction she received. It would have been better for her if she had been yelling at the walls though, with the way he stared at her. Her skin crawled just by the way his eyes focused on her. His silence was not nearly as scary as his intense eyes. She just couldn’t understand why he chose her to torment. There were Gryffindors that caused worse transgressions against the Slytherins. Ginny or even Hermione would have been better targets for the Slytherin. They were the female shining stars of Gryffindor, she was an nobody.

Gen yelped when her arms were suddenly jerked from her body. The pull on her arms wasn’t gentle and bordered on feeling like someone ripped them out of their sockets. At the same time of the screaming in her arms, her legs were fighting to keep her feet apart. They were being dragged to one another and there was nothing she could do. She could feel the bruises already forming on her ankles from the ropes digging in. Yet again Edward had his wand out, and again she waited for agony. She was beginning to believe he was just messing with her head. At least, now she could see much more clearly and she wasn’t too sure she liked it. Even in the darkness, she could see his eyes and feel their intensity, with the light it was worse.

As Edward was making his circles around Gen, her head kept spinning trying to keep him in her sight. She doubted he was the type to shoot from behind someone’s back, he seemed like he would enjoy his victims watching him. She jumped when she felt the wand touching the ropes, making them feel like they were vibrating. Yet again, she fought fruitlessly as the ropes forced her arms into a position desirable to him. A growl practically trickled from her throat as the cold of the chains started to seep in her wrists. Her heart was about to beat out her chest, he was acting as if this was an art project.

As Edward cut off Gen’s sight, she tossed her head and jerked at the chains, the loud clanging filling the air. She was wrong apparently, about him wanting his victims to watch him. That or he knew she didn’t like having her sense of sight taken from her. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” She snapped at him, again she got no response. He was moving her position once more and she wondered why he didn’t just pick one and keep her in it. “Enough, hex me and let me go damn it! This is absolutely stupid.” A small angry sound escaped her lips as she attempted to toss herself around. Of course he felt the need to make her incapable of any movement.

When Edward finally spoke more than a few words, Gen jumped in surprise. His warm breath on the back of her head made her entire body shiver. Her heart was now not only pounding but was practically screaming. As he gripped her throat lightly, she swallowed unable to prevent the nervous action. His calm voice went to bitingly angry in a split second. He was like mercury, one second cold and unmoving the next hot and slicing.

Gen’s eyes squeezed shut behind the blindfold as she felt the knife being touched to her skin. It was cold, dangerous, like him. “Fuck you.” She whispered at him, it wasn’t the sound of defeat but of determination and rage. No matter what anyone said, Gryffindors could face down death if it stared them in the face. Well currently, it seemed like death was staring her in the face, only she couldn’t see it. He had thrust the gag into her mouth just as she finished uttering those words, making her even more angry and scared. Now she didn’t have her sense of sight or sound and she didn’t like it at all. She wanted to scream and rage, rant and berate and she couldn’t.
Gen’s mind raced with ideas of what Edward was going to do to her. Any number of horrible curses that he would cast on her. Her mind blanked as he was removing her clothing. Once she was left in her just her knickers, she was shivering, in both cold and fear. This wasn’t what she pictured occurring at all and she didn’t think she liked where it was going. She tried to yell at him through the gag, which of course just came out muffled.
 
It was odd. She still wanted to talk shit to him. She still thought that she was in control of the situation, even with the gag on, the woman was still talking an awful lot. He could not understand where she got this complex from. Most other Gryffindors didn't do this, and the majority of the ones who did weren't this daft. What was she going to do? Who was going to save her? How was she going to get out of this, unless he was the one that actually let her out? He snickered to himself, but after awhile, her muffled screaming was starting to get on his nerves. His hands clenched, as he didn't want to put his hands on her, but the more she yelled, the more his rage built up.

A large hand came out and struck her open palm across the face. The slap wasn't 100 percent, that was for sure, but it was still a slap no less. "Shut the fuck up." The man yelled at her. "No one is coming for you, no one will help you. The more you talk, the worse your punishment will be." He said, as his footsteps moved away from her as he made his way to the table. Grabbing some more "tools" making his way back towards her. Moving around her, her brought his hand down on her ass, with a similar slap. Only this one was much harder, a red hand print already starting to form on her ass cheek. Moving to the other side, he spanked her once more. "When will you learn. You are no longer in control of what happens to your body."

With that, and the cold blade of the knife, he cut her knickers off, leaving him nude before him. It was cute, she thought that he was just going to let her go. No. She was wrong. She was in over her head. The shameful thing was, this was all on her. Had she just kept her mouth shut, not have been so hard headed, do anything differently than she had done them, he wouldn't have cared. He would have just let her go, maybe he would have hexed her and then be done with it. Now, he had to send a message to the Gryffindors and the rest of school that Edward Gaspar was not to be trifled with. His sense of humor was far sicker, and far more depraved than anyone could imagine. She would know, they would all know. Further more, they would all be powerless to stop him.

Over the course of the spankings, he had calmed down, returning to the front of her, and smiling. "Let me just get you up to speed here. If you do something that I don't like, you will be punished and punished harshly. I would ease you into the punishments, but you may not learn should I do that. You belong to me now. No one can help you, no one can save you from the fate that you have determined for yourself." He said, with a slight sigh. He really wished she wouldn't have made him do this, but she did. She forced his hand, and now she had to pay. Getting up close to her face, she could probably feeling his breathing on her face. "When you do something well, you will be rewarded. Do you understand?"

He asked her, moving away, not even bothering to listen to her response. She would have to understand, if she didn't want to be harmed in the future. Should she act out, she would learn rather quickly not to do that. He figured it would take the entire night to train her, and then he would be able to set her free. She had to know that he had people all around, watching her, informing him to what she was doing. His footsteps would let her know that he had walked behind her, and he flicked his wand. The restraints opened her legs up for him, and he got a good look at her pussy. Smiled, he leaned in and ran his tongue along the entire thing, not penetrating, just licking the skin. He was rather looking forward to this, and to having a sort of pet or a slave. He actually thought about thanking her for being a typical, dumb, Gryffindor.
 
Gen’s jaw was beginning to ache from the gag in her mouth. She knew this wasn’t even close to over and she wished it was. Her body was beginning to tremble from the cold and just being in her knickers. Her underwear was a little more than scraps of fabric. A lacey black bra and matching lace panties were all that kept her from being naked. At least Ginny would be proud of her for holding her bravery.
Gen’s screaming was cut short as Edwards hand cracked her across the face. This of course caused her to yell out. Her face was burning from the slap, even though it was relatively gentle. He could have done much worse to her. She grew silent as he was suddenly yelling at her, making her wince. Her hands clenched in the manacles and she trembled. There was nothing but darkness, and his voice and she hated it. She could hear his feet move away and she was suddenly nervous. She attempted to twist her body as she sensed him go behind her. Of course, her chains simply wouldn’t allow any sort of movement.

Gen yelled as Edward slammed down on her ass, making her cry out in pain. Every smack he rained down on her, she yelled out. It hurt but not nearly as bad as it could have, it was more the shock and surprise that made her scream. Desperately, she shook her head as he told her, she was no longer in control. Although that was apparent, she still absolutely hated it.

Gen whimpered as she felt the sudden cold of a knife against the bare skin of her shoulder. She felt the give of her bra strap as Edward began to cut off her knickers. As she felt her bra give away and then her panties, she visibly trembled. She didn’t like the fact that she was hanging there, helpless and naked before him. It was cold and she was open for attack and there was nothing she could do. She tried to cross her legs and hide herself, which wasn’t possible.

When Edward was again standing before Gen, her head was slightly bowed. It was a lie of defeat but behind the blindfold, her eyes blazed. Deep inside, she was practically filled with a fire. When she was finally free, he would pay for this. He would pay for humiliating her, and scaring her. At the moment though, she had to survive what was currently happening. She could feel the warmth of his breath on her face and she tried to pull back. She didn’t want him breathing on her. She wanted him nowhere near her actually.

Gen completely ignored Edwards words and didn’t give him any kind of response. Her body jerked as her legs were forced apart. She was spread wide and she couldn’t hide herself anymore. He was behind her and she was trying to force her heart rate down. There was no way he would do anything sexual to her, he wouldn’t’ dare. She was proven very wrong when suddenly, she felt the heat of his tongue along her skin of pussy. She screamed and jerked in response and shook her head wildly. She was going wild within her chains. The reality of the situation was beginning to sick in.
 
"You know, most women would kill for a chance with me." The man said as he breathed in her fear and her anguish. "As a matter of fact, I could have nearly any woman in this school." He said as he breathed in the sweet scent emanating from her pink once more. Perhaps it was time to let Gen in on how naive and blind she really was. "Your friend, Ginny Weasley, begged and moaned for me to fuck her brains out." He said, as his hand found the inside of her thigh. "Even when she was dating Potter, she would meet me in the Forbidden Forest, take my cock in all of her orifices like the little whore that she was, thank me, and then go about her day." He said, as he moved his long pointer finger and pushed it deep inside of Gen's pussy, with no regard for anything. Edward didn't feel any social taboo, nor did he feel any pressures or threats from anyone else. He was just living. "Didn't you ever wonder why she seemed so happy, even after she broke it off with Potter?"

The man paused, letting his words sink into Gen's head. His finger, still sticking inside of her, as he gauged just how deep it went, and how tight she was. Edward's words were all true. Like most girls her age, Ginny was attracted to power. The only reason why he kept going along with it was because the idea of taking the Wizarding World's supposed savior's woman was particularly inviting to him. "Haven't you ever noticed, some days she would walk with a limp, somedays she would wear clothing to hide her body, and other days she would look like a complete slut. Those were all decisions I made for her." He said to her, his voice in a hushed tone, not drawing an echo from the vacous, stone room they were in. "And you will experience the same fate as your friend." He said, in a more amused tone this time.

He worked slow, he almost always did. It was about enjoying the little things. Enjoying the process of breaking her, as well as reveling in her reactions, her harsh words for him, and watching her face when her body started to betray her. It always started the same, and it always ended the same, these little encounters, it was all just a matter of the journey. Most of the Gryffindor girls in the school seemed to pride themselves in how hard headed they were, how they made their own decisions, and how they carried themselves, which was why breaking them was particularly satisfying to the man. The more that they put themselves on the pedestal, the more satisfying it would be when their will belonged to him. Gen seemed to slip through the cracks, and he had only really found out about her the other day, during the incident in the Great Hall. In a way, he was almost blessed that she had made the bone-headed decisions that she had. Otherwise, he wouldn't have found her and he wouldn't be enjoying this process once again.

The Prince of Slytherin was a calculating man. Except for dueling, the one time he was very quick to think on his feet, the man preferred to enjoy torturous acts. Most of them would bring him to the same place. It always started with the body betraying the mind, and from there the mind would slowly start to crave the pleasure that the body had been given. For some, the "breaking" process didn't last nearly as long. Oddly enough still, the breaking process for those Gryffindor students who particularly prided themselves in being white knights broeke easier. "Next time, ask Ginny what she thinks of me, and maybe the mentioning of my name will make her moan like a whore." He said as he disappeared back into the shadows for a moment. He wouldn't fuck her, not yet, she didn't deserve it yet. Grabbing a small device from the table, he made his way back towards her.

Showing her, he smiled. "Do you know what this is?" He said, realizing that she was blindfolded. Laughing to himself, he started speaking to himself. "How silly of me, she is blindfolded you dult." Turning it on, the sound of the device vibrating filled the room. "I'm sure you know what this sound is, but I will tell you anyway. This is a particularly powerful Muggle invention known as the vibrator. Of course, I have made my own altercations to it by making it faster, stronger, a little bit bigger, but nonetheless it is a Muggle invention." He said before he started to run his tongue along the side of her face. "Enjoy." He said as he made his way back around her, placing it into her pussy, and slowly pushing it until it disappeared inside of her. With that, he made his way back around to her head, sitting on the metal chair, and just watching her. Now the fun began.
 
Gen didn’t care what Edward thought of himself. Sure, she’d heard of girls in the school that fell for the Slytherin Prince. His sexual abilities were more than raved over by a far few of them. That didn’t mean all of the girls were willing to sleep with him though. She felt the air of his breath on her most intimate part and wiggled. As soon as he brought up Ginny, she tensed beyond what she already had been. It was really a wonder she didn’t snap the chains from how tensed up she was. If he was able to see her behind the blindfold, she would have rolled her eyes. She didn’t’ buy what he said about Ginny even remotely. Ginny was madly in love with Harry Potter and they have a mutual agreement that they would be separate for a time. The funny part was how he thought she didn’t know that Ginny had slept with him. Ginny had always had a curiosity towards the slytherin bad boys and she figured she might as well be with the ultimate bad boy.

Gen groaned behind the gag as Edwards finger pushed up inside of her. It hurt between the fear and her being so tensed up, it was a wonder he could fit it. Unlike Ginny, she hadn’t been with anyone quite yet. Most guys didn’t pay attention to her so she never even had a boyfriend. She could see how Edward was attractive to girls but she just couldn’t’ feel any desire towards him. Even before him chaining her up, blind folding and gagging her, she didn’t want him. It was laughable that he thought she would obey him, ever. She didn’t care who he was, she wouldn’t’ follow him around like an obedient minion.

Gen felt the pain of Edward’s finger for a while. It was a slow process but she began to feel the tingling the other girls talked about. She could see how it was suddenly beginning to feel good. What he didn’t realize was that she was half muggle. There were things that she understood that those who were pureblood didn’t. For one thing, her aunt worked in psychology. So during the summers when she would spend her time, she’d read psychology books. Some were based on women who were forced to feel pleasure even when they didn’t want to. She was prepared for the pleasure, it was her body’s natural reaction. It gave her one advantage over him that she wouldn’t have otherwise.

Gen felt as Edward stepped back from her and she felt herself become nervous once more. She somehow preferred to have him close. At least when he was close, she had a clue of where he was. As he spoke to her and asked her if she knew what he was holding. She didn’t even bother trying to tell him he was an idiot, he couldn’t’ hear her through her gag. His laugh was disturbing and she winced at the sudden buzzing that filled the room. She did know what it was he was holding, she did have muggle female friends. She’d never used one before but she knew of them. She had also seen one before, due to the fact she had a friend that had a few. She tried to pull her cheek away from him as he ran his wet tongue along it. His tongue was warm but the feeling of it on her cheek bothered her to no end.

Gen whimpered as she felt the vibrator penetrate her and fill her. For a while, it was a confusing feeling but swiftly went into pleasurable. Of course, she didn’t take too long to have an orgasm. Everything went warm and her entire body shook as her orgasm rushed through her. She began panting as her body went through at least three orgasms within the first 10 minutes of having it inside of her. Somehow she knew he was sitting there watching her. He was trying to gauge her reactions, trying to see if she’d break and become wanton for him just because she felt pleasure. He was wrong but he’d realize that soon enough. Her body was becoming exhausted from the constant orgasms and it began to become more painful. A moan slid out of her in a mixture of both pain and pleasure that she couldn’t’ hold back.
 
The woman seemed sexually frustrated, far be it from Edward from doing her a favor and relieving her from such frustration. The vibrator was working inside of her, no doubt turning her pussy into a gelatinous type substance with how quickly and violently the thing was going. That was the joy of combining magic and technology. Edward was different in that way, he saw the merits of technology, and he knew what it could do for the wizarding world. Did he hate muggles? No. Far from it, though he had a strong preference for those that had magical capabilities.

Clearly, if there was a God, he had given a select few the abilities of magic for a reason! The reason was that he wanted these people as the ruling class of society. Muggles could gain God's grace by working for his ruling class. It was simple. Maybe someday, they would bare a child with magic in it's blood and then that child could do great things. He didn't care about pureblood vs halfblood, and as far as he was concerned, the half bloods were still chosen ones. That was where he disagreed with most other Slytherins and even Voldemort. This was a fight about magic vs Muggles, not magic vs magic. If he had his way, they would all be purebloods, at least after a few generations.

There he sat, listening to her moaning and succumbing to the vibrator, yet he was lost in his own thoughts. He was watching her, and he was watching her body, but he was having a hard time concentrating on her. The thoughts of the future clouding his mind and tearing his eye from her for a brief moment. He had given himself this entertainment, yet he was barely paying attention to it. That was the only shameful thing about this. He didn't want her to break for him, not yet. That would take all of the fun about it.

She wasn't giving him enough credit, plain and simple, which was odd to even ponder. Of course, he figured that Ginny had told her about their nightly meetings, though she figured that the wizard changed the story, put her own spin on it so she didn't seem so desperate or like such a whore. It didn't matter. There were two people involved, and they both knew exactly what transpired between the two of them. He had Ginny Weasley eating out of his hand, and he could have her on his cock any time he wanted. His mind clearly wasn't there, and it clearly wasn't on Gen at this point. That was a shame. He needed to be more focused.

Standing, he made his way towards her and removed the gag from her mouth, dropping the drool covered rubber ball onto the ground. He wanted to hear her. He wanted to hear her anguish. As a matter of fact, he removed the blindfold as well. He had all day and all night to wait. His plan was to keep her awake, break her mind. The longer she took, the better. She certainly wasn't in any position to bargain with him, and he was holding all of the cards and all of the chips. Sitting back down on the chair, he watched her. His invasive eyes penetrating her, and penetrating her soul. If only she wouldn't have done what she did.
 
Gen was becoming extremely uncomfortable with this awkward thing inside of her. It hurt with its violent vibrations since she was becoming too sensitive. With every twirl and vibe, her body twisted in painful pleasure. The first few orgasms felt incredible and different than the little one’s she’d had in the past. After a while they became to be less enjoyable and more just achy.

Gen couldn’t even hear Edward in the background. It was as if he had left her here hanging from the chains. She did start to get worried that he did just that. He left her in this little alcove with a vibrating toy inside of her. No one would ever find her here, she could die and no one would know where to look. She would continue suffering from pain as the vibrator worked. She hoped that wasn’t the case.

Gen could hear herself crying through the gag, even though she was sure Edward thought she was enjoying it. He didn’t know her at all. He thought she was like every other girl in Hogwarts and she wasn’t. She wouldn’t break, not from a stupid vibrator working inside her. At some point, she felt her head lull forward from exhaustion. It was amazing how far into being tired this could push her.

Gen heard Edward’s footsteps as they moved towards her and she jerked her head up. A sigh came from her as he removed the gag. Rotating her jaw, she tried to work some of the kinks out of it. She felt disgusting due to the fact that there was some drool on her chin. Next she felt the relief of the blindfold and blinked her eyes. They quickly adjusted and followed him as he sat in the chair across from. “You’re sick” She groaned, she didn’t’ sound defeated, just annoyed. It was the best acting she had ever done. “Is this your idea of punishment? Make a girl repeatedly orgasm? It’s a body’s natural reaction.” She lifted an eyebrow at him even as she winced at pain.
 
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