The Courtship of Miss Granger | By : Tigerrr Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 11792 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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owns it all, I ain’t makin’ no money. So
don’t sue me. Please?
A/N: Oh, no! You Know Who has got Snape’s
cuddlebunny. I think our Severus is
about to open an economy-sized can of Wizard-brand Whoopass!
Goatee alert!
Yes, gentle readers, we might just see it happen in the next chapter or
two. I just happen to have drawn a
picture of this event and I must say, Me
Like-y. If any member of the
Playwitch staff reads this, please
post it in the next issue. How’s that for shameless self-promotion?
Chapter warning: OOCness (Malfoy), sexual
molestation/violence, torture, and one seriously PO’d
Potions Master
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Hermione Granger opened her eyes to darkness. She was freezing, her head throbbed with
pain, and she was as naked as the day she was born. A chuckle floated through the icy air,
sending a chill even further down her spine.
She struggled against her bonds as a cloaked and hooded figure came
close to her with a lantern, gasping as she looked up into Peter Pettigrew’s
rat-like face. He made hushing motions
and turned to point his wand at a huge pile of branches, setting it
ablaze. A high, cold voice issued from
behind her.
“I didn’t tell you to molest her, Lucius. I told you to bring her straight here.”
“I apologize, my Lord, but the whore wanted me so badly that
I had to relieve her suffering before I brought her.” She struggled harder, outraged at the calm
tones of the Death Eater. “She was most
eager to do her duty.”
A tall man came around her, and tilted her head back so that
he could look in her face. He had paper
white skin and red eyes – Voldemort. She
was so cold that even looking the ultimate evil in the face could not make her
shiver any harder. She felt a sharp pain
where he grasped her chin, as though his fingers were live coals. “So this is what Severus beds regularly. Lamentable taste, but then he was always a
bit odd.” He released her and motioned
Lucius over to him to press a finger against the tattooed Dark Mark on his arm,
and she saw that he had taken another dose of Polyjuice Potion so that he still
wore the guise of Severus Snape.
“Severus” sneered down at her, rubbing his crotch suggestively and
laughing when she turned her head away.
“Call the others.”
Lucius jabbed his wand into the air. “MORSMORDRE!” The Dark Mark exploded into the night sky,
shimmering eerily. As she watched, it
appeared to twist and black tendrils began to fall from it down to the ground
near her. She recognized the effect – it
was what happened whenever Severus Apparated – and saw Death Eaters Apparating
all around her. Her heart was in her
mouth as the last dark wizard appeared.
They were all in black with masks covering their faces which they began
to remove. She thought she would faint
as, one by one, they lowered their masks and looked at her with Professor
Snape’s face. Lucius laughed long and
hard at the dismay on her face. “Oh
dear, dear..! Now you cannot tell which
one is really him.”
***
Severus Apparated amidst the group of Death Eaters and found
Hermione immediately with his eyes, kneeling bound and naked. He saw her eyes fill with tears as the other
Death Eaters revealed that they had each taken Polyjuice Potion. He tried to catch her eye, but it was
impossible as she looked at each of them wildly; she looked straight at him but
didn’t recognize him. Hate burned hot in his veins as Lord Voldemort surveyed
his followers with satisfaction and turned back to Hermione, lifting his
wand. Before Severus could warn his
lover not to let Voldemort into her mind, he felt, through her, the Dark Lord
searching and finding what he sought.
With a roar of rage, Voldemort pushed the small witch to the
ground with enough force to flip her over entirely. Severus could feel her pain as her nose and
right arm broke at the impact, and anger overcame caution as he stepped forward
to raise his wand. “Get away from her,”
he spat furiously and threw spell after spell at Voldemort, knocking the other
wizard off of his feet. He regretted his
haste as the other Death Eaters hit him with stunning spells and knocked him to
the ground. The Cruciatus Curse was
employed upon him before he knew it and he writhed in pain as he heard
Voldemort announce his duplicity to the group, and declare “the Mudblood whore”
as fair game.
The Curse was lifted from him and he tried desperately to
get to his feet and over to Hermione to protect her when a boot in the ribs
sent him sprawling. Macnair (?) stood
over him grinning unpleasantly – Severus had the strange sensation of watching
himself trying to kill…himself. He
rolled out of the way of another descending boot, and Macnair dropped onto him
to grip his hair and hold his head up so that he could watch what the other
“Snape’s” were going to do with Hermione.
They began to disrobe in a circle around her and one of them used a
spell to lift her to her feet and untie her.
She attempted to run, but they hauled her back to them.
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Hermione screamed as the copies of her fiancé undressed and
revealed their erect members. “Severus!”
They laughed and drew closer, reaching out to fondle her
breasts while holding her up for one of them…Malfoy? Her suspicions were proved correct as he
smiled and whispered, “Yes, dear?” He
circled around her nude and began to rub his penis in the cleft of her bottom –
one of the others thrust his fingers inside her roughly before she could clamp
her legs closed fast enough. “What’s
wrong, Mudblood? You should be ready for
us,” came the jeer as the Death Eater pulled his fingers out and displayed
their dryness to the group. She heard
groans and the sound of blows coming from beyond the circle – Severus being
beaten, she thought. She kicked another
wizard in the stomach when he came up with a hand on his erection, his intent
plain. They shoved her to her knees and
an unwise Death Eater thrust himself into her mouth, only to be viciously
bitten. “HOLD her! And use a
tooth-vanishing spell if you want to get off inside her mouth, you idiots!”
“She won’t open her legs!
Got some kind of spell to hold them together!”
“Then I know just the spell to make her loosen up! Crucio!”
She curled into a ball, howling at the pain and flailing
wildly, thrashing so that the wizards couldn’t even get close to her. The pain cut off abruptly and she felt her
legs being hauled open roughly – she desperately sifted through her mind for a
spell that could be performed without a wand and wrenched her hips around so
that “Severus” couldn’t penetrate her.
“Why the fuck aren’t we stunning her again?”
“I like it when they try to fight back.”
“Oh… right.”
The words of the spell entered her mind suddenly – her Severus must have sent it, she
thought thankfully, and muttered the words.
The Death Eater setting himself at her entrance was instantly engulfed
in flames and lurched back, screaming.
The others released her to run to their fellow wizard, and she used the
last of her strength to crawl over to where Severus was…she neared the man
struggling to rise. “Severus! I’m so sorry, I couldn’t keep him out,” she
whispered as he turned his ruined face to her.
One eye was almost swollen shut and his nose had been smashed – his hair
was matted with blood and from what she could see, the rest of him was as
well. He used their connection to urge
her to run, that he would cover for her long enough for her to get back to
Hogwarts. That branch over there…take my wand, use the incantation “Portus” to
convert it into a Portkey. I will follow
if I am able. Don’t argue with me,
he told her as she opened her mouth to protest.
She slipped his wand from the pocket sewn into his robes and crawled to
touch it to the branch. “Portus.”
As she stretched her hand out to it, she saw with alarm that Macnair had
reappeared and was running towards Severus.
She couldn’t leave him, she just couldn’t.
She raised her wizard’s wand. “REDUCTO!”
she bellowed, and Macnair was thrown back through the air. Her yell had broken through the burned Death
Eater’s screams and the rest of them wheeled on her. Voldemort hit her with a spell that caused
Severus’ wand to explode into shards, and then cast the Cruciatus Curse on both
of them. Blinding pain raced through her
body as he held his wand on them and walked closer.
“So, Severus.
Betrayal. I should have killed
you once I suspected, but I wanted confirmation of it from your Mudblood
bitch.” He moved his wand over to
Hermione and sent a hex at her. She felt
blows raining down on her by invisible fists, and saw her skin ripple at the
contact…she was in such pain that it didn’t really matter that she was still
being beaten, it felt as though she had been there for days. She prayed for it to end; to die would be
better, she thought feverishly as she reached out for Severus. If they died here, at least they would go
together. “Oh, how touching! Mudblood and Half-Blood, proclaiming their
love with their last breaths,” Voldemort sneered and shifted the hex over onto
Severus who jerked only occasionally at the blows. He lifted his wand after a moment, and called
the other Death Eaters over. The
Polyjuice Potion was wearing off, and Lucius Malfoy stood over them with his
white-blond hair in disarray over furious gray eyes. Crabbe looked over at Goyle, who was still
lying in a smoking heap, then back at them.
Macnair casually kicked Severus in the ribs, snapping two as he joined
the circle and glanced at his Lord for permission before lifting his boot and
bringing it down on the Potions Master’s face, rendering him unconscious. Lucius Malfoy knelt beside Hermione to
whisper more obscenities in her ear, telling her what he would love to do with
her before she was killed. Hermione
looked up at him, still disoriented by the torture inflicted upon her, and her
gaze fell on his boots – they came up to his knees, but that was not why she
was interested in them…she could see her wand protruding from one of them. She faked a coughing fit to lurch against him
and slip the wand free, and he laughed and fisted a hand in her hair, bringing
her face up and rubbing it between his legs.
They never learn,
she thought, and opened her mouth against his hard-on. He sucked in a delighted breath, obviously
thinking that she had come to her senses.
He was rudely disabused of that notion as she pressed against the cloth
of his trousers and bit as much of his sensitive parts as she could fit in her
mouth. Lucius yowled in agony, falling
down to clap his hands around his wounded bits, and she raised her wand against
Macnair who was going for Severus yet again.
She screamed a Curse at him that produced great, bloody gashes in his
skin and directed it at his face. He
dropped where he stood, dying. She then
pointed at the Portkey, “Accio!” As it zoomed into her hand, she grasped a
handful of Severus’ slashed and bloody robes.
The familiar jerk came, and then they were spinning out of the hell they
had found themselves in, just as Voldemort yelled “Avada Kedavra!”
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Albus Dumbledore had been watching all that took place in
between calming Hermione’s friends down when they learned that she had been
abducted by Death Eaters. He and Minerva
watched sorrowfully as Hermione was abused and Severus nearly beaten to death
trying to stop them from touching her.
As soon as they saw her set up the Portkey, they instructed the other students
to remain where they were, and they hurried down to the Grounds. After a moment Harry, Ginny, Ron and Lavender
looked at each other and ran down the stairs after the two professors.
Madam Pomfrey arrived gasping for breath with another
apprentice Healer in tow. Suddenly Albus
clapped his hands. “There,” he said,
pointing. A flash appeared in the sky,
and then a blur of black was plummeting towards the ground.
Hermione loosed her grip on the Portkey and tightened her
hold on Severus as they plunged out of the sky.
She could feel him waking up a split second before they hit the ground
with stunning force, and sucked in her breath as the fall jarred her broken arm
painfully. She heard him groan beside
her. Nin,
are you alright? The use of the
nickname made her smile despite the pain screaming through her body – he had
harassed her unmercifully over the summer when he found that she had been pen
friends with Viktor Krum and had dubbed her “Nin” in honor of the Bulgarian’s
mispronunciation of her name (he had called her “Herm-own-ninny and Severus had
taken it upon himself to shorten it).
I feel as though I’ve
been through a meat grinder. But, other
than that…she yelped as she tried to sit up and knocked herself on the nose
accidentally. Well, we have matching “His and Hers” noses now, how about that?
She asked ruefully, trying to keep her mind off of how much pain she was in,
and what they had just escaped from.
Severus hurt too badly to try and keep up with her flippant
comments. He heard an excited chattering
as if from far away, and then there they were:
he had never been so glad to see Poppy in his entire life. She touched the tip of her wand to the top of
his head, and he relaxed in the blissful sensation of painlessness. “Hermione first,” he managed through split
lips. A relieved sigh to his right told
him that she had been treated, and he heard Albus conjure stretchers for them. He forced an eye open enough to make sure
that she had been covered, and then closed it as Poppy bustled back over to him
with a spell to make him sleep.
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Harry and Ron watched from a distance nervously; they had
been forced to wait when Ginny had spied that Hermione was naked. She and Lavender covered their friend with their
cloaks before they were all four shooed back inside by Argus Filch, who had
come out to see what the “commotion” was all about. Ginny reached out and laid a hand on
Professor Snape’s shoulder as the unconscious patients were floated past
them. “He went after her,” she explained
at Harry’s quizzical look. They were
forced to return to their dormitory, but stayed up in the common room to wait
for any word from Madam Pomfrey.
In the Hospital Wing, Poppy and her apprentice studying for
a job at St. Mungo’s made the professor and student as comfortable as they
could. Their relief at the pain-blocking
spell had been so great, it had been an easy matter to send them into a healing
sleep. They worked over the two, Healing
cuts and bruises – Poppy had to send her apprentice away when the girl, working
on Hermione and seeing the marks of the attempted rape, became so upset that
she had to be sent into the next room to calm down. Once the girl was out of sight, Poppy worked
furiously to determine whether or not the young Gryffindor had actually been raped, and was relieved to find out
that she had not – but from the tracks of dried semen on her abused body, it hadn’t
been from lack of trying. She restored
the young witch’s nose and woke her briefly to make her drink a restorative
potion. Turning to Severus, she healed
all the wounds she could see and as a kindness to the bad-tempered Slytherin,
she made his nose smaller and straighter than it had been before. She had heard of his reaction to his fiancée
being taken, and it had struck a chord in her – none of the teachers had ever
suspected that he could love that deeply.
Waking him, she force-fed him the same potion Hermione had taken,
assuring him that she was in the next bed and she would be there the next time
he woke.
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Severus surfaced from a troubling sleep, and as he opened
his eyes he looked around him. Where
was..? There. He sat up carefully,
still feeling residual aches and swung his long legs off of the bed, crossing
to her bedside swiftly. Hermione? Nin? He called softly, stroking her brown
hair. She was still deathly pale, and
looked so vulnerable laying there…he glanced around and spotted Pomfrey talking
to someone in her office. Scooping her
carefully off of the bed, he made his way to the fireplace and tossed in a
handful of Floo powder. He stepped
through after calling out “Professor Snape’s private apartments” and hearing
the predictable uproar of Poppy coming out of her office after him.
He stepped out of the grate in his rooms and conveyed her to
his bedchamber, slipping her onto the huge four-poster and working the sheets
over her carefully. He collapsed beside
her and was asleep in moments, curling around her unconsciously.
Hermione jerked awake from a nightmare in which Severus had
never come for her, and the Death Eaters all took turns raping her
violently. She felt arms about her and a
warm body pressed against hers, and thrashed wildly until she heard his voice
soothing her. It’s me, I’m here… she stopped fighting as she recognized that,
this time, it really was Severus. He
drew her into him in a comforting embrace and stroked her back while her heart
ceased racing and she began to calm down.
“I thought I was…that we were…” she burrowed against his neck so that
the ebony silk of his hair covered her face.
“What are we going to do now,” she demanded plaintively, if a bit
muffled against his throat.
Severus probed her mind.
“Well, the Order has other ways to spy on Voldemort’s camp. It’s too bad that I was discovered as a
double agent, but I can’t truthfully say I’m that sorry about it. I won’t miss the Cruciatus Curse much, I’ll
tell you.” He stroked her reassuringly
as she tensed. “Can you eat? Madam Pomfrey sent down enough food for a year
after Albus calmed her down – she’s never been partial to having patients
abducted from the Infirmary.” He slid
out of bed and retrieved a large tray laden with fruit, carrying it back to
her.
Hermione winced, remembering. “Oh, Severus…your wand.” He got back in beside her, kissing her as he
assured her he would get another. They
took turns feeding each other, and Hermione smiled as the tray was shortly
empty and Severus tugged her back against him for another kiss. She raised her arms as he lifted her gown off
and deepened his kisses, running his fingers through her hair and down her
body. As he kissed his way down her
throat and slipped one of his legs between hers, she stiffened, remembering how
the Death Eaters had done so. “No! No, don’t touch me!” she shrieked, pushing at
his chest in sudden panic. He released
her with troubled eyes, lying beside her and rubbing her stomach lightly as she
tried to calm down. Severus, I’m sorry. It’s just, for a second, I thought you might
not be… you.
Severus held her again, stroking his hands down her body
slowly, gently, staring into her eyes and speaking to her in his deep
voice. “Listen to me, Nin. It’s not your fault…if I had just gone with
you like I wanted, this wouldn’t have happened to either of us. I stayed here because I needed to ask Minerva
if she would train you to be an Animagus, I thought you might like it for a
Yule gift. I’m sorry I wasn’t there when
you needed me.” She gasped, dashing the
tears from her eyes.
“Really? She’ll train me?”
It was typical, Severus decided. One moment she was distraught, and for good
reason. The next, she was excited at the
prospect of learning something new. He
kissed her again. “She’ll train
you. Really. I nearly had to sell my soul for her to
agree.” She melted against him and he
felt a small hand creep down his stomach.
“Do you want…?” She reached her
destination and squeezed gently, making his hips writhe. “I’ll take that as a yes.” He reapplied himself to her neck and she
hummed with pleasure, still torturing him by squeezing and pulling. Hermione arched up as he sucked and licked
her nipples, letting his teeth graze them slightly. He felt her impatience as he licked down her
stomach to the vee of her thighs, and smiled against her hip as she pushed him down
imperiously. “As my lady wishes….” He reached
over the side of the bed and brought up the small jar of honey that had been
included – if Pomfrey knew what use he was putting it to, she would have a
heart attack, he thought as he drizzled the honey over the inside of her thighs
and let it drip down onto the sweetest part of her. She tensed again, and he stroked her hip
until she relaxed…then he lowered his mouth onto her and demonstrated how long
he could lick the honey off of her.
Hermione’s hips worked feverishly as her lover’s talented
tongue caressed her pussy. It felt so
good…and it felt even better knowing how much he loved doing this to her – she could
see the evidence of his arousal if she lifted her head from the pillows, and
could feel it surging through him as their minds linked. “Mmmmmm,” she moaned as he finally cleaned
off the insides of her thighs and returned to lavish attention on her clitoris,
sliding his fingers in and out of her slowly while stimulating her g-spot. “S-Sev-Severussss,” Hermione hissed as she
felt the familiar building sensation inside her, and he sped up his movements, rubbing
his tongue against her clit harder. She
clenched hard around his fingers and screamed as she came. She felt him slide his arms under her hips and
continue his ministrations to draw out her climax. As the feeling became too much, he drew back
and settled her on the mattress once more, kissing her stomach lovingly. She lay back on the pillows drowsily, and
then realized that Severus hadn’t had release.
Come to me, Severus.
He crawled up to her.
“Are you sure?” She nodded and
held her arms out to him, but he surprised her by spooning her and reaching around
to rub himself against her wet core.
Severus grew harder as he heard her breathing speed up in desire for
him, and shifting her in his arms, slid inside her. He sheathed himself to the hilt, his
breathing ragged. She was so tight, so
ready for him – it was all he could do not to cum inside her. Hermione called out his name as he pressed
his cock as far inside her as it could go, and he couldn’t take much more. Wrapping his arms around her tightly, he
thrust in and out of her, his balls slapping against her loudly as he applied
more and more force. He thought idly that
Weasley had been right; nothing beat fucking the hell out of a Gryffindor witch
and heard her moan loudly, aroused at his thoughts of her. You won’t
be able to walk tomorrow, I’m going to fuck your pussy so hard. You’ll beg for my cock the next time we’re
able to be alone together – you’ll get on your knees and you’ll beg for it. In my class when you’re so innocently
stirring your cauldron, all I ever want to do is bend you over the table and
fill you up with me, and the hell with whoever’s watching. And next time I give you detention, I’ll make
you go down on your knees and suck me for the entire hour – but you’ll have to
swallow all of it before you can go back to Gryffindor Tower. Severus still pistoned in and out of her
as she screamed and wailed in response to his words – so she had a taste for
talking dirty, did she? He gripped her
hips and forced himself to stop moving.
Hermione protested immediately as he stilled inside her. “What are you doing? You didn’t finish…keep going,” she
wailed. She had been so close!
He leaned into her. “Tell
me what you want me to do. And be
specific.” She protested again and he
began to pull out of her.
“No, don’t…! I’ll
tell you.” She drew in a deep breath,
suddenly embarrassed. He knew what she wanted him to do, why did
she have to say it out loud? She was
never comfortable with saying such things.
He shifted to pull out again and she reached back to stop him. “I said I’d do it! Umm, okay….I want you to..to…grab my breasts.” She blushed as he laughed and did as she
asked, and no more. “No! I mean…stroke them gently. Now harder.
And…and…pinch my nipples.” She moaned
and leaned back as he obeyed. “Harder!
Oooohh, yesss, that’s perfect. I
can’t believe you’re making me do this. Can’t I do it like you did?”
Severus laughed again into her hair. “If you like.”
Okay. Now kiss my neck, but don’t peck it…suck and
lick the sides, that’s it. What are you
doing? Keep pulling on my nipples at the
same time! Now go in and out…what do you
mean, WHERE? YOU KNOW PERFECTLY WELL
WHERE! Severus Snape, I’ve had enough of
your attitude! Fuck my pussy right now
with your big cock or I swear to Merlin that you’ll never get to... good boy.
He really was insufferable,
Hermione thought deliriously as he pounded into her, his thickness pushing into
her and stretching her so deliciously; she slipped unknowing into praise of him
that erased all her earlier embarrassment.
Oh, Severus…your cock is so big,
and long. Shove it in me hard…HARDER! Go faster, ohh, that’s it, love. Give it all to me, I want every inch of
you. You make me feel sooo good. Ahhh, ahh, yessss, just like that, mmmm. I think about you all the time in Potions,
when you’re lecturing all I can think about is detention, with you slamming inside
me and making me complete…and when you’re at your desk, all I want to do is
crawl underneath it, undo your trousers, and suck you until I feel your hot
cream spilling down my throat. You taste
so good…
Severus thrust into her feverishly – she never knew just
what she was saying when she was like this, so aroused that she opened up and
told him everything she wanted and everything he loved to hear her say. Such dirty things coming from such an
innocent-looking little witch. He
enjoyed fucking her hard enough that she would lose control and spill her
secrets…he would certainly give her detention if that was her wish (he was glad
it was his as well and he knew a few tricks to keep Dumbledore occupied long
enough to give his favorite student a good thrusting. She moaned that she was close, and he
redoubled his efforts in response, turning her onto her stomach and shoving his
swollen cock in her so hard that he headboard hit the wall. So tight…so wet…and all for him and him
only. He pulled her over to the edge of
the bed so that he could stand on the floor and get more leverage, and resumed
driving into her. Her inner walls
clutched his aching organ tightly as she began to go over the edge, and he
pulled out one last time to plunge back inside her core and empty himself
inside her. As he came back to himself,
he felt slightly guilty. She had just
been through a terrible ordeal and he had plundered her thoroughly. What if she wasn’t recovered enough to handle
it? He pulled himself up to her where
she lay on her stomach gasping and shaking.
“Hermione? Did I hurt you?” he
asked worriedly.
Hermione laughed. He
had just taken her ten ways from Sunday, to places she never thought possible,
and he was concerned about hurting her?
She felt as if she might never move again, but it was a sweet, burning
pain that she welcomed. He had
thoroughly erased any remaining fear…when she looked at him now, all she would
see would be her Severus, strong and passionate and even a little bit
sweet. She smiled at his grunt, and
rolled over to look at him. “Sev, I
think you’re right…I won’t be able to walk tomorrow. But I’ll love every minute of it.” She sat up
and looked around the room wistfully. “I
don’t suppose there’s anything left to eat?
There’s nothing like a good tumble with a Slytherin to increase your
appetite.”
She blushed crimson as the door opened and Madam Pomfrey
bustled in with a tray. Hermione hauled the sheet up to her neck and saw that
all Severus did was drape a corner of the cover over himself casually. The Mediwitch ran her wand over both of them,
tutting at the soreness she detected. “Neither
of you should be out of the Infirmary, much less tussling between the sheets,”
she chided. Severus tried to look as if
he had no idea what she was talking about, and she jabbed her wand at him. “You’ll heal faster if you sleep.
So stop being such a randy goat and let the poor girl get some rest.” She gave the red-faced Hermione a kindly
smile and a pat on the hand as she turned to go, but turned back at the
doorway. “Oh, and you should know that
your engagement has been announced by Dumbledore. He let all the Housed know after breakfast.” With a sly wink, the Mediwitch disappeared
through the door, closing it firmly behind her.
Severus and Hermione turned to each other in shock. How were they going to explain it?
“What are we going to do?” she gasped.
“Tell the truth, I suppose. You shouldn’t be so worried
about it, your lot know all about us.”
“My ‘lot’ does not include all of Hogwarts!”
Severus reached for her.
“They’ll get over it. As I’m not
yet over you, come here.”
“I’ll tell Madam Pomfrey.”
“You do that; let me know how it turns out.”
Conceding defeat, Hermione let herself be dragged back down
in the pillows. She would deal with the
school’s reaction later, now she had something a bit more formidable to contend
with…a randy professor.
To be continued……….
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