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Not What He Seems	By : ShatteredDragon Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 8696 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter nor the characters from Harry Potter or the Harry Potter fandom I own nothing but the plot all recognizable things in this story belong to jk rowling and i make no money from the publication of this story

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A/N Hey guys heres the third chapter I know its been a bit since i uploaded just had a slight malfunction in that i started a chapter and realized it would fit better as the fourth rather than the third *facepalm*

BTW! THIS CHAPTER IS STRICTLY A FLASHBACK SINCE A READER ON ONE OF THE ARCHIVES I POST ON GOT A BIT AHEAD OF THEMSELVES AND DEMANDED I TELL THEM WHAT WAS GOING ON (maybe i should have explained in the first chapter that there will be flashbacks throughout the story to explain certain things)

I don't own it. Get it? Got it? GOOD!

March 1996

Harry was slowly making his way to the third floor and the gargoyle that guarded the headmaster's office. Lately he had been getting a feeling of dread in his stomach whenever he was summoned to speak with the headmaster but he couldn't figure out where the feeling was coming from. Before he knew it he was standing in front of the gargoyle. He looked up absently and spoke the password, chic-o-stick, and climbed the staircase.

As he reached the top he could make out the sound of muffled crying and pleasured moans. Unbeknownst to Harry, he unconciously cast a Notice-Me-Not around himself. He crept to the door and turned the handle, slowly and quietly pushing the door open. What he saw made him bite back a scream of horror. Hermione, his best friend and sister in all but blood, lay tied down on the headmaster's desk, tears streaming down her face and into the cloth gag tied around her face. As Harry stood there frozen in horrified shock, he noticed other things.

Looking towards where the pleasured moans were coming from, he saw what had to be the worst image he had ever seen. Headmaster Dumbledore, in all his wrinkled nakedness, was pumping his shriveled cock in and out of Hermione's rectum while a charmed dildo worked at her pussy. Harry could see blood making its way down her thighs, could hear her muffled sobs ringing in his ears. As he watched, Dumbledore pulled her upright then walked her backwards to his chair where he sat before forcefully shoving her back down onto his pulsating cock and continuing his assault of her arse. Harry could see piercings in both her nipples with chains hanging from them that converged into one chain leading down. He followed the path of the chain to a third piercing, this one in her clit. Another chain was attached to this hoop leading to the dildo that was forcefully plowing in and out of her, pulling the chain painfully taut and making her cry out each time.

The moaning increased in volume and intensity making Harry look up. He watched as the headmaster pulled her off and turned her around as he forced her to her knees and slipping the gag out before forcing his bloodied member into her mouth. Dumbledore began cruelly fucking her face and forcing himself down her throat, groaning as her throat contracted around him as she gagged. Harry could see the moment that Dumbldore began releasing down her throat, forcing her to swallow as he pumped himself dry in her mouth. The headmaster sighed as he slipped himself out of her mouth. He wrapped his hand in her hair, using it to pull her to her feet before once again forcing her to lay on the desk. He tied her arms and legs spread eagled to the legs of the desk before walking to a cabinet and pulling out a vial of what Harry recognized as Stamina Enhancer, normally used by Aurors going into battle.

"You know, my dear, with this little potion, I can actually go all night. But I think that for tonight I'll just give you your daily dose of humiliation before sending you on your way." Hermione made a surprised and confused sound. "Oh, did I forget to mention? You've been coming her every night for months and pleasuring me. I just say one little itty bitty spell and you forget everything that has happened, remembering nothing but a pleasant conversation about your future. Isn't it grand?" Dumbldore chuckled in a most vile and grotesque way before replacing the vial in the cabinet and making his way over to her.

"I wait for the day when that fool Potter dies defeating his own grandfather, a man that most people believe to be a dark lord! Oh, that day will be glorious indeed, for then I won't have to worry about Tom fighting to bring me down, nor will I have to worry about seeming to be an innocent, wise, grandfatherly man. I will finally be able to come into the open and watch as the brats struggle and writhe in fear and pain as I pound myself to completion in their tight virginal bodies with noone to stop me. I'll just tell them I heard a prophecy of a new Dark Lord rising in Voldemort's place who's equal and defeater is a child born of the white leader, born from force to a young one under his wing. They'll be eating out of the palms of my hands and trampling over themselves to offer me their children. And of course to keep up the pretence I'll pretend to fight it at first then graciously give into my horrible destiny. It's genius. And there's noone to stop me." Dumbledore cackled with glee; it was obvious that he was deeply unhinged.

Dumbledore had made his way to Hermione's side as he ranted and had stopped at the end where her hips laid on the edge of his desk with her legs dangling off the end. "And now, my dear girl, it's time for you to see why I enjoy your body so much. You see, Miss Granger, every night after i've finished gaining my pleasure from you, I reciprocate. Turnaround is only fair play, you know. Now, now, don't look so horrified, I promise you'll enjoy this, just like you do every other night." And with that Dumbledore reached into a drawer and pulled out three items. His wand, what seemed to be an old fashioned clothes pin, and a small remote. He took his wand and tapped the dildo that had gone still inside her. As Harry and Dumbledore watched, the toy began to grow larger and larger until Hermione was once again sobbing, only this time it was from the sheer size of the dildo. It looked to be the size of two cocks combined and must have caused her excruciating pain. He then took the clothes pin and clamped it to the very tip of her clitoris, making her scream from the pain of so much pressure being applied to the sensitive area.

"Oh, so sorry, my dear, does that hurt?" Dumbledore asked in mock concern as he flicked his finger against the offensive toy. Hermione's back arched off the desk as she wailed in desperate agony. "Oh, fine, have it your way," the headmaster huffed as he adjusted the toy to a spot not as sensitive. He then switched on the remote and Harry could see the ordinary looking clothes pin begin to shake with vibrations. As he watched the charmed dildo began slamming in and out of her as a fast pace pulling once more on the chain. This stimulation combined with the vibrations was too much for her body to handle and she came, screaming, while juices spurted from her pussy,around the dildo, onto the tongue of the headmaster, who had painfully knelt on the floor with his mouth open in front of her.

The headmaster untied her, took out all the piercings and healed them, put everything away then turned back to her. "Imperio," He whispered. Harry watched as the headmaster made her rise and put her clothes back on before ordering her to take a seat. He then pointed his wand at her once again and intoned, "Obliviate," and sat down before beginning to speak.

"Well Miss Granger, it seems that your plans to major in Defense are coming along nicely. It was lovely chatting with you, my dear, but I'm afraid I have a staff meeting to attend to, and you have curfew soon. Let's continue this tomorrow night shall we? I'll contact you with the details." "Of course, Headmaster. It was lovely speaking with you and thank you for the advice, I'm sure it will be quite helpful."

Harry quickly ran down the stairs back to the third floor, his magic removing the Notice-Me-Not without his noticing a thing. 'I swear Hermione, I'll never let you be alone with that sick bastard ever again.' And she never was. That very night he softly crept down to the kitchens to have a little chat with Dobby about screening all her mail and removing any messages from the headmaster.

A/N 2 Wow this chapter turned out WAAAAAY darker than I had intended it to sorry about that MY BAD!
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