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Peeping Tom	By : Dazzlious Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 31730 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Draco awoke from a terrible night’s sleep. Unsurprisingly his dreams had consisted mainly of Granger and were pretty much identical to his daydreaming of the previous day, but interspersed was what he assumed must be his conscience, turned into the dream form of Professor Snape. It was this that had turned the dreams from being a happy, even downright pleasurable experience into something unsettling and disturbing and he awoke feeling a little guilty for not having already done something to get Granger away from the snarky Potions Master.
He looked carefully at Granger as she entered the Great Hall for breakfast. She didn’t seem very happy today. That didn’t help and another pang of guilt ran through him. Had Snape done something to upset her? He hoped not as that would make him feel even guiltier. For a moment he wondered if Weasley and Potter had upset her by not doing their revision and he laughed to himself, but when it soon became clear that Granger wasn’t talking to either of the boys he began to wonder. Surely it couldn’t be something so petty regardless of the time of the month.
The Mudblood looked tired, and as both boys fussed around her she lost her temper, saying something to them both as she stood up and ran from the hall without having any breakfast. Draco glanced toward the head table. There was no response from Snape to the outburst. His head was still buried in the newspaper; he hadn’t even seen Granger enter or leave. Draco looked back at the Gryffindor table and caught Weasley’s eye, giving him a wry smile as if commiserating with the boy over his argument with Granger. Ron nodded as if agreeing then shrugged as if it was no big deal before turning back to talk to Harry as he loaded his plate with food.
Then Crabbe was talking to him so Draco turned to look at the boy, only half listening to what he was saying. What he wanted to know was where Granger had gone and whether she was okay. Obviously tiredness and stress were causing her to argue with her friends, but was it something to do with this stupid revision timetable or had Snape done something to her last night that caused her to be upset? Once again he cursed the fact that he hadn’t been there to watch, hadn’t been there to look out for her, although a part of him felt guilty again because he knew that really he was mainly annoyed at not having seen what Snape had made her do.
The first lesson was Herbology, which was with the trio. Having left his friends, Draco walked across the lawns down to the greenhouses, noting that Potter and Weasley were together but the Mudblood was nowhere to be seen. Surely she wasn’t going to miss class? He couldn’t believe Granger would ever do that.
‘The timetable?’ he asked Weasley quietly as he passed the two boys upon entering the greenhouse.
Ron nodded glumly. Draco looked at the boy consolingly before taking his own place at the workbench. Looking round at Professor Sprout, who had just entered at the other end of the greenhouse, he realised that Granger was there. She had obviously come straight down to the greenhouses when she left the Great Hall and was standing as far away from Potter and Weasley as she could get. He studied her more closely while Sprout explained what they were going to be doing that day.
Tired and stressed, Granger looked paler than usual and she still didn’t look happy. Only to be expected, he supposed, as she was feuding with her best friends. For a moment Draco wondered whether this would give him an opening with her, whether he could offer her comfort, but he hurriedly rejected the idea. Surely this was just a transitory argument and soon the trio would be friends again. If he muscled in on Granger now it would undo all the good work he had done with Weasley, and he would get no second chance with him. Better to continue as planned with befriending Potter and Weasley before moving on to the lovely Hermione. He turned his attention to his work. Today they were dealing with Screechsap which required his concentration.
As Draco walked slowly back up towards the castle after the lesson ended he was joined by Weasley and Potter. It was obvious from their lack of enmity that Weasley had discussed their time together the previous night with his friend. Good; hopefully that would make things easier. Draco greeted them in a friendly manner, then asked about the argument with Granger.
‘She was out really late last night,’ Ron explained sourly, shaking his head. ‘Got really shirty when we asked where she had got to. Then she started going on about why we hadn’t done any revision and it just turned into a huge argument. As you can see things didn’t improve this morning.’
‘Is she all right?’ Draco asked.
Ron shrugged and gave a snort. ‘Who knows? She’s obviously overdoing it with the bloody revision, staying up until all hours and it’s making her grumpy. To be honest, I can’t be doing with it,’ he said dismissively.
Harry grinned ruefully. ‘They get like this,’ he confided to Draco. ‘They’re always bickering like an old married couple anyway, but it gets worse when Hermione’s revising. And now she’s disappearing every evening. Ron’s used to her helping him with his homework, and he’s unhappy because she’s not around and he’s having to do it himself.’
‘Do you know where she’s going?’ Draco asked.
Harry shook his head. ‘Not really. I assume it’s the Library. That’s where she normally is. She started spending all her time there when Ron and Ginny made the Quidditch team. She’s not really into Quidditch and gets a bit frustrated when we all get engrossed in it.’
Draco nodded understandingly. As a Quidditch fanatic himself he understood how easy it was to get carried away with talking about the sport. No wonder Granger had found herself bored when all her friends were on the Gryffindor team. Had Snape noticed that she was alone a lot and targeted her for that reason?
He considered this question all through Divination class. He was now almost ninety-nine percent sure that Snape was doing something to Granger rather than it being a real relationship, and he was pretty certain she was unaware that her nightly rendezvous with the teacher weren’t, as she thought, extra Potions lessons but instead were kinky sex games.
As a series of images of Granger ran through his brain he thought to himself what a lucky bastard Snape was, and then he felt a touch guilty for the thought. He shouldn’t condone what the teacher was doing to Granger he should be thinking of a way to stop him. But, of course, he wanted a way that would make him more attractive to the Mudblood, would make her want to be with him so he could do all those things that Snape got to do.
During lunch, Draco debated further what to do. Knowing that the Potions Master was taking serious advantage of Granger made him feel guilty as he knew he should report it to a teacher and get Snape stopped. But at the same time, he knew the Mudblood would suffer if he did that and he was desperate for that not to happen. He knew he was being selfish but he justified it by convincing himself that Snape wasn’t hurting her. Oh yes, he had spanked her — and extremely hard, too, from what he had seen — but she had enjoyed it, or at least in her charmed state she hadn’t disliked it, and once Snape had modified her memory she was none the wiser so it hadn’t done her any harm.
He decided he would talk to Weasley and Potter earlier than he had intended to. He was going to tell them what he thought was going on and try to convince them to join him in spying on Snape so they could see for themselves how he was manipulating their friend. Then they could make a joint decision on how to proceed and Draco would be the big hero for saving her from the abusive teacher. From there it would hopefully be only a matter of time before he got Granger to show her appreciation in a more physical way.
And if she won’t, what then? the little voice in his head asked wickedly.
Draco brushed the thought away. Although he knew what the answer was, he didn’t want to acknowledge it. That would make him no better than Snape.

Granger’s day didn’t seem to be improving much. At lunch, she sat away from Potter and Weasley and refused to even look at them, let alone talk to them, and she still looked knackered. Draco watched her during Arithmancy, a subject Granger normally excelled in. However, today she was quiet and withdrawn, taking no active part in the class. In fact, she seemed to be in her own little world again. Dinnertime saw her once again exiled from her friends. She didn’t stay long and merely picked at her food before leaving, alone. As ever, Snape ignored her and seemed not to know or care about her argument with her friends.
Draco finished his meal and left at the same time as Potter and Weasley, following the boys out of the Great Hall. Before they reached the staircase to Gryffindor Tower he caught up with them and requested that they go somewhere he could talk to them in private. Warily they agreed and the three of them made their way out of the castle and headed down towards the lake. Draco was aware that the others still didn’t trust him and were wondering what he wanted to talk to them about, but he didn’t want to speak about it until they were away from the school where there was less chance of being overheard.
‘So what did you want to talk to us about, Malfoy?’ Ron asked. It was clear he was trying not to be antagonistic but was having trouble.
Draco stared at both boys as he tried to work out where to start. Obviously, he couldn’t tell them the whole truth — that he had known about Granger and Snape for a while and had spied on them several times. But should he be blunt and tell them what the couple were up to immediately or should he sugar-coat the pill a little?
‘Well?’ Ron’s voice was angrier now, a scowl on his face.
‘I know where Granger’s going at night,’ Draco said. Sod it. They could know the truth without any glossing from him if they were going to be so bloody pushy.
Both boys looked at him for a moment, then Ron said uncaringly, ‘Yeah, so do we. She goes to the Library.’
Draco shook his head and looked as sympathetically as he could at Ron and Harry. ‘No, she doesn’t,’ he said quietly. ‘She’s going to see Snape.’
Ron looked disgusted at this news but Harry was a little more thoughtful. ‘Every night?’ he asked.
Draco nodded. ‘Yes, every night at nine o’clock.’
‘Have you been spying on her or something?’ Ron asked. He sounded angry again. ‘Typical bloody Slytherin, can’t keep your big nose out of other people’s business.’
Draco flushed as anger flared through him, but he bit down on the retort that sprang to his lips. ‘Lucky for you two I didn’t,’ he said belligerently. ‘Otherwise you never would have found out about your friend.’
‘What about her?’ Harry asked, looking confused. ‘You know what Hermione’s like; she’s probably doing extra work in preparation for the exams.’ He gave a silly grin. ‘And probably royally pissing off Snape in the process.’
Draco shook his head again and Harry’s smile faded slightly.
‘She does think she’s having extra tuition,’ Draco said quietly. ‘But that’s not what she’s getting.’
‘What does that mean?’ Ron asked bullishly.
‘It means,’ Draco said slowly and clearly, looking around to check that no one else was near enough to overhear them, ‘that whilst she’s going to Snape for extra Potions lessons he’s using her for sex instead.’ He looked at the two boys, awaiting their response.
They both looked incredulous for a moment, then Ron laughed wildly. ‘Is that really the best you can come up with, Malfoy?’ he asked, sounding relieved. ‘You hate Hermione so much that you’re trying to make her look bad, make out she’s some sort of slut or something? You’re a fucking idiot. I should have known not to trust you.’
Draco’s anger flared again and this time he didn’t rein it in. He stared coldly at Ron. ‘Actually, you’re the idiot, Weasley. I’m telling you because you’re her friends and I thought you might want to do something to help her. I’ve seen them together so I know they’re having sex. I just couldn’t work out whether they are a couple or whether he’s put a spell on her or something.’
Ron tugged at Harry’s arm, looking angry. ‘Come on, Harry, let’s leave this wanker to his stupid attempts at slagging off Hermione. I’m not listening to him any longer.’ He began to move away and Harry started to walk after him.
‘I’m not making it up,’ Draco said loudly to the retreating boys. He began to follow them. ‘Why do you think I wanted to come out here to talk about it? I didn’t want anyone overhearing, that’s why. Would I have bothered with that if I was just doing it to slag off Granger?’
Ron glared at Draco. ‘Who knows what you would do? Let’s face it, Malfoy, nothing would be too low for you.’
Draco glared back. ‘Fuck you, then. I was doing you a favour telling you about Granger, but just forget it. Don’t worry about the fact that your friend is being sexually abused by Snape. I’m sure she won’t be at all bothered if a memory of it ever does come back to haunt her. I’m sure she would be so pleased to know that I told you and you did nothing to help her. What great friends you two are; she’s so lucky to have you.’
Ron ignored Draco but Harry stared at him in confusion. ‘So what do you expect us to do?’ he asked.
‘Come and see for yourselves. See what you think is going on. I mean, maybe I’m reading it wrong and they are a couple, but . . . .’
Ron scowled. ‘Shut your bloody face, Malfoy,’ he shouted. ‘Of course they’re not a couple, you sick bastard.’
‘Exactly,’ Draco said, trying to stay calm and reasonable. He was having trouble. ‘That’s why I said I think he’s got her under a spell or something. If you just come and have a look for yourselves . . . .’
Harry looked sternly at Draco, shaking his head. ‘I don’t know what sort of sick stunt you’re trying to pull,’ he said carefully. ‘I was hoping that over the past day or so we had got past all the stupidity that’s gone before, but it was all crap. You haven’t changed a bit, have you, Malfoy?’
Draco growled with frustration. ‘I’m telling the truth, however much you two don’t want to believe it,’ he said. ‘Why don’t you just humour me and come along and see for yourself? If nothing’s going on I’ll admit I was wrong and you can take the piss all you like. But if I’m not wrong—’
‘We’re not going anywhere with you, Ferret,’ Ron said coldly, cutting across Draco’s speech. He pummelled his fist in his hand. ‘And I suggest you piss off before I decide to finish what I started yesterday.’
‘Fine.’ Draco’s voice was dismissive now. ‘But when something awful happens to Granger, don’t say I didn’t warn you.’
He turned on his heel and walked quickly back up to the castle, shaking his head with annoyance. Merlin’s beard, they really were complete idiots. He looked at his watch: it was eight-thirty. If he hurried he might just have time to get to Snape’s study before Granger arrived. He sped up, ignoring calls from Crabbe and Goyle as he went through the Entrance Hall and into the shortcut.
Draco had just arrived at the Potions Master’s study when he heard Snape’s voice. He was outside his classroom talking to someone. There was no time to cast the blocking charm tonight; he would just have to take a chance. He quickly opened the study door and closed it quietly behind him, heading for the chair he had hidden behind the previous time he was there.
He just had to hope Granger didn’t take too long to arrive. Being alone in the study with Snape was incredibly dangerous. After all, the man never bothered to lock his door while he was away as he knew that no one would dare to enter if he wasn’t in there despite having a room full of rare and dangerous potion ingredients. The punishment for being caught would be so severe it wasn’t worth the trouble.
The door opened and the light went on as Snape entered the room, then the door closed again. He walked towards his desk and sat down, sighing loudly as he looked at a stack of parchments he had just thrown on the desk in front of him. Draco put his hand over his mouth to cover his breathing as he watched Snape, who was now marking essays. Every so often the teacher would shake his head and sigh or mutter something under his breath before making a large flourish on the parchment with his quill.
There was a knock on the door. Snape put down his quill and looked towards the doorway. ‘Come in,’ he said, his voice showing no trace of interest.
The door opened and Hermione entered. As usual, she was appropriately attired in her school uniform. She gave a brief smile to Snape as she waited for him to speak.
‘Due to last night’s problem I think we should finish the Pepper-Up Potion tonight,’ Snape said, sounding bored. ‘Go into the laboratory and begin work. I’ve left the recipe for you on the workbench. I’m sure you’re perfectly capable of working unsupervised for a while as I have these essays to finish marking.’ He indicated the pile. ‘If you have a problem, call me.’
Hermione nodded and headed towards the door to the laboratory. Draco sagged. Were they really just going to be brewing Pepper-Up Potion tonight? Was Snape having a break from abusing Granger after he had upset her last night? Or had the teacher somehow found out that Draco knew what he was doing and had told Potter and Weasley? Well, he had often thought Snape could read minds. Perhaps Snape had inadvertently picked up on Potter and Weasley’s thoughts, as angry as they had been after they left him.
But surely that wasn’t the case, otherwise Snape would have searched his study knowing that Draco might be hiding there. Well, whatever the reason, he was now stuck watching the Potions Master mark essays until he either got caught or Snape sent Granger back to her common room and went to his own private quarters.
The next forty-five minutes were interminable. Draco almost dropped off to sleep. He had to keep digging his nails into his hand to stop himself. He couldn’t slip up or he would definitely be caught, and his life wouldn’t be worth living if that happened. Finally, Snape finished the essays and scooped them up to place them on the cabinet next to Draco’s chair. He turned and walked towards the open laboratory door.
‘How are you getting on, Miss Granger?’ Draco heard him say as he disappeared into the other room.
His view was a bit limited and he could no longer hear the conversation although he could see that the couple were chatting. Draco stifled a yawn. It was lucky the idiots hadn’t been with him tonight after all. He would never have lived this down. His head turned sharply back to look at the laboratory as he heard Granger giggle.
Was this it? Surely Snape wouldn’t make Granger laugh. Even in private he wasn’t particularly pleasant to her — yet more proof, if any was needed, that they weren’t a couple. He peered intently at the laboratory door willing the duo to come back out so he could see what was happening. His prayers were quickly answered when Granger appeared in the doorway. She was in her underwear as she had been the previous time Draco had spied on them. Snape, who had removed his frock coat, followed along behind, obviously asking her a question.
‘It’s done you just need to bottle it,’ Hermione said as she walked back into the study. She was standing directly in front of Draco’s chair. Snape came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her back against him. He kissed the top of her head.
‘So rewards tonight, then,’ Snape said smoothly as he held Hermione closer still.
Hermione laughed again as she twisted round to wrap her arms around Snape’s neck and pulled him in for a long, deep kiss.
‘Definitely, after last night,’ she said sounding a little petulant, once the kiss finished. ‘I’ve got bruises all round my wrists. I had to wear a long-sleeved blouse today even though it’s almost summer. It’s just lucky that no one commented on it.’
Stepping back a little, she held out her arms to Snape, who gently took each hand in turn and examined it, giving each wrist a small kiss before letting go. He gave her a smile, then headed towards the door to his private quarters. ‘Wait there,’ he said, turning his head to look back at her. ‘I’ll get something to help get rid of those.’
He disappeared through the door leaving Hermione alone in the room. She walked away from Draco’s chair towards Snape’s desk, giving Draco a better view of her sexy body but probably if previous times were anything to go by, the inability to hear any conversation between her and the Potions Master. Snape had obviously put some sort of charm around the desk area so his brain-washing spell couldn’t be overheard.
But now Draco was confused. From the little he had heard the couple discussing it sounded as if Granger knew exactly what they were doing . . . and approved. But why did she have bruises around her wrists? Had Snape bound her?
The Potions Master was back now, talking quietly to Hermione; and sure enough, Draco could no longer hear what they were saying. He could see well enough, though, as Snape gently rubbed the cream he had brought into Granger’s wrists and then turned her around as if checking for something.
Snape undid Granger’s bra and she slid out of it as his hands continued to stroke her back, occasionally rubbing some of the cream into her skin. Draco’s mind was working overtime processing what he was seeing. Why was Snape putting healing cream on Granger’s back? Had he bruised her there, too? And then it hit him, no pun intended. Snape must have tied Granger up and hit her . . . no, thrashed her or something . . . and now he was trying to remove the evidence of that. Damn it. He knew he should have been in the office last night.
The tending had stopped now and turned into kissing and touching once more as Hermione worked at undoing Snape’s shirt. Everything this evening was gentler than the previous times Draco had watched them presumably because Snape was compensating for having hurt Granger the previous night. Draco watched as Hermione lay back on the desk, her shapely legs parted and Snape’s head disappeared between them. Her moans of pleasure reached Draco’s ears, although Snape’s words to her were lost.
Once Hermione reached her climax, Snape changed position, sliding his hard cock into her as she wrapped her legs around his back, pulling him deeper inside her. It wasn’t long before Snape was cumming, still buried inside Granger. Draco guessed that he was steering clear of all fetishes tonight in an attempt to ensure she was happier. But he still had no idea how the Potions Master was removing her memories.
He watched carefully as Granger headed for the laboratory once again to get her clothes whilst Snape dressed in the study, moving back behind his desk as usual while he waited for Hermione to re-join him. They had a short conversation and all at once she became serious, confirming to Draco that it had to be that conversation that was the memory charm Snape was so carefully keeping hidden with his silencing spell. There had to be a trigger of some kind, designed to clear Granger’s memory of the less savoury events of the evening, the ones that would get the teacher into trouble if discovered. If only he could have heard what it was that Snape was saying to her then he would have been able to finally confirm it.
As Draco lay in bed that night he thought about Granger. He had never been close enough during their time in the study to check whether her eyes were unfocussed, as tended to happen to people under the Imperius Curse, but surely now he had enough proof that Snape was charming her. And he was apparently getting her into stuff a lot darker than a bit of spanking, too.
Draco sighed with annoyance that he hadn’t got to see Snape tying Granger up. That he would have loved to see, although he had no idea where the hell Snape had done it. After all, there was nowhere suitable for that sort of thing in the study and surely the laboratory wasn’t equipped for it either, especially as they obviously were brewing potions as well as having sex.
For a second Draco wondered whether Snape had tied Granger to his bed and the image of her tied to his own Slytherin-furnished bed came into his mind but he rapidly shrugged it away before he became too aroused. Somehow he didn’t think Snape was taking Hermione into his private quarters or there was no way he would still be fucking her in his office every night. So that was another mystery for the time being until Snape did it to her again; when hopefully, this time, Draco would be there to see it.

*

But fortunately, or not, depending on which way you looked at it, Draco had quite a wait before he finally got the opportunity to see Snape subject Granger to a touch of bondage. Having spent the next few days solicitously checking Hermione’s wrists and back the Potions Master was exceedingly gentle with her on every occasion when Draco had spied on them.
He had actually found himself getting a bit bored by their lovemaking although part of him felt guilty for feeling that way as this was obviously a far better situation for Granger than the one he craved to see. But he was already aware of how desirable the Mudblood was, and by this time he also knew just how delicious she obviously tasted as Snape had gone down on her every time they met up — the man just couldn’t seem to get enough of Granger’s pussy and Draco was desperate to see something more interesting occur between the couple.
But apart from one moment of excitement at the end of the third evening after Draco had tried to convince her friends to join him in spying, when Snape had once again showered Granger’s face and adorable tits with an admittedly impressive amount of spunk, everything the couple did together was pedestrian and totally vanilla. Snape didn’t even slap her bottom, not even playfully. But then, just over a week after his original session, when it seemed that all the bruises had gone, Snape reverted to the sadistic pervert Draco had been certain he was and the blond-haired boy’s evening became considerably more interesting.
Now that he was used to being in Snape’s office, Draco became far more adept at blending in with the surroundings, meaning there was less chance of giving himself away. He took care to position himself where he wouldn’t get a dead leg or pins and needles and although he still had no idea what Snape and Granger talked about when they were near his desk it became clear to him that even though the Potions Master was taking advantage of the Mudblood by charming her he clearly cared for her to some extent. The amount of time the couple spent snogging and the tender way in which Snape touched her showed that.
Draco had just settled himself down for what he expected to be another boring evening of foreplay and fucking when something caught his eye. Fortunately, the couple were engaged in a detailed exploration of each other’s bodies at the time, which as always left them completely engrossed in each other without any care about what was happening around them. This gave Draco the opportunity to move slightly so he could examine the area that interested him better. He looked up, his heart fluttering with excitement as he realised that hanging from the ceiling in the area around Snape’s desk were several types of chains.
With a racing heart, he sat back interestedly as Snape, having finished pleasuring the Mudblood with his tongue, as usual, talked to her intently about something for a few minutes. Eventually, the Potions Master received her agreement in the form of a nod and possibly some spoken words that Draco was unable to hear. Before he knew what was happening the chains were lowered from the ceiling.
Snape spent some time showing Granger the different chains; Draco wasn’t sure what the difference was himself until he saw Snape pointing out the wrist restraints, presumably explaining to her what each of them was. After what seemed to Draco an interminable amount of time, considering his anticipation of what was about to happen, the Mudblood finally made her choice. He watched excitement coursing through him in a way he hadn’t expected, as Snape buckled her slender wrists into what appeared to be a pair of leather restraints. With a wave of his wand, the chains began to rise back towards the ceiling taking Granger’s arms with them.
As they continued their ascent her body stretched, all her muscles pulled tight as she stood on tiptoes. Snape pulled her legs apart, giving her beautiful body even more definition, before stopping the chains when she was in the right position. Draco gazed at Granger with unadulterated lust; a wave of jealousy for the Potions Master stronger than any he had experienced previously surged through him, and the urge to rush forward and claim Hermione for himself almost overwhelmed him.
But he managed to get his feelings under control and watched as Snape continued to talk to her, soothingly it seemed, the look on his face showing his own delight at the Mudblood’s form. And then he moved away, giving Granger a gentle slap on her bottom before making his way behind his desk and opening the drawer to remove something. Draco held his breath as he waited to see what was going to happen next. He was sure Snape was about to attack Granger, but what would he use? Not his hand, that wasn’t anywhere near severe enough for the way she was chained, but what would the Mudblood accept?
As Snape emerged from behind the desk, Draco suddenly couldn’t help feeling for Granger a little. Although he had wanted to see this, now it was actually going to happen he felt rather guilty again for not stopping Snape from abusing her. The little voice in his brain was telling him that the Mudblood wanted this, that she had happily agreed to Snape’s demands and allowed herself to be chained. But Draco couldn’t help remembering that this was probably only because she was charmed and couldn’t actually refuse. As the taciturn Potions Master took his place beside Hermione once more, Draco felt his heart pounding and found himself hoping that Snape’s charm was good enough for Granger to continue to want what he was going to inflict on her.
Snape raised the whip and gave it a crack — away from the Mudblood but the noise it made was enough to make Draco’s stomach clench and he flinched automatically. For a moment he panicked that Snape had seen the movement, but as always the Potions Master was interested only in Granger and Draco relaxed. He had to be careful not to react to Snape’s actions with the Mudblood or he could end up in trouble; with Snape brandishing a whip, he definitely didn’t want to find himself on the receiving end.
The Potions Master spoke to Hermione once more, then before Draco had time to prepare himself completely, Snape lashed her with the whip across the middle of her back. She whimpered but amazingly didn’t cry out, even though Draco could already see the long red weal the whip had left. Moving slightly so he was focussing on a different part of her back, Snape attacked again; a smile crossed his face that made Draco shiver. After another five lashes — how Granger managed not to cry out Draco had no idea — Snape stopped and moved to face the young woman, his hand reaching out to stroke her face gently as he talked to her. Apparently reassured, he returned to her back. The whip now left stinging marks across her bottom, shoulders and the backs of her thighs.
With every lash, Draco winced. Although he had wanted to see this, he now understood this wasn’t something he would ever subject Granger to. Spanking was his limit; he couldn’t bear the idea of her having to suffer the sort of agony Snape was administering. By now she was crying out, the pain clear in her voice, and he almost rushed out to stop the teacher — ignoring both the little voice in his head that was still trying to convince him she had submitted to this willingly and his knowledge that it would mean he would be attacked himself — when Snape ceased his assault on the chained girl.
Snape discarded the whip on his desk. His wand was already out of his pocket and he lowered the chains, bringing Granger back to a less painful position. Immediately he released her from the restraints and wrapped his arms around her gently to hold her as she began to crumple, the fatigue in her muscles making it hard for her to stay upright. Draco watched as Snape moved her towards his desk, talking to her quietly the whole time. He released her and Hermione leant forward on the desk, as if for support, causing Draco’s arousal to flare as he was treated to a perfect view of her pussy and tight bottom, red slashes crisscrossing her pale skin.
The Potions Master disappeared, leaving Granger alone, and once again Draco fought down the urge to join her. She was in pain, the angry-looking welts covering her backside quite clearly showed that; yet all he could think about was how much he wanted to fuck her.
Snape’s return put an end to those thoughts. He carried the same jar of cream he had used on her bruises. His fingers worked deftly to cover every mark on her skin, finishing with the chafing on her wrists. Apparently now recovered, Granger stood up. Draco could see she was smiling as she looked at Snape and she wrapped her arms around his neck as she pulled him towards her for a kiss.
A feeling of relief spread throughout his own body at the realisation that she hadn’t been badly injured by the ordeal. Snape held her carefully, his hands on her sides rather than around her back. For several minutes they continued to kiss until Snape finally ended it. He said something to her that Draco couldn’t hear, then walked towards his laboratory, obviously going to retrieve his clothes. Granger followed him.
‘You’re not serious,’ Draco heard her say. She sounded a little annoyed.
Snape turned to look at her with concern. ‘It’s almost curfew so you need to go anyway. And I have no desire to hurt you further tonight, Hermione. Hopefully, the cream will do its work shortly so you should be able to sleep sufficiently well, without too much discomfort.’
‘You’re not getting away with that,’ Hermione told him. ‘I’m not going anywhere until you fuck me. Surely I deserve it after everything else we’ve done tonight?’
‘I don’t want to hurt you,’ Snape repeated. ‘I know your back is—’
‘You won’t,’ she averred adamantly, then she smiled. ‘It’s just what I need to make me feel better.’
Snape stared at her for several seconds as if examining her for something, then he smiled, too. His voice was a rich, dark drawl as he said, ‘Well, if you’re sure?’
Hermione nodded. ‘Absolutely. That’s the best bit.’
Instead of heading for the desk as they normally did, Snape led her towards the chair Draco was, as always, hiding behind, causing him to scoot further back into the shadows. He watched as the thin, dark-haired man sat on the chair and Granger dropped to her knees in front of him, her head dipping to take his erect cock in her mouth. The Potions Master gave a loud moan of pleasure as Draco tried surreptitiously to move so he could see her better, but it wasn’t long before she released Snape and stood up once more.
She moved forward to sit on Snape’s lap and impaled herself on his erection, both of them crying out as she did so. Slowly, Granger began to move, little whimpers of pleasure escaping her lips as she rode the Potions Master. She cried out in pain only once when he, apparently forgetting about her wounds, wrapped his arms around her to pull her towards him.
Immediately he released her, apologising profusely until she kissed him to shut him up. His hands moved to play with her breasts instead, fingers plucking at her erect nipples as they continued to rut hard. And then both of them called out again as they climaxed together, and Granger’s head dropped to rest on Snape’s shoulder as she tried to normalise her breathing. He whispered in her ear as they sat there and Draco couldn’t help wishing he knew what Snape was saying to her.
A few minutes later the couple were getting dressed, then Granger picked up her bag from where she had left it in the laboratory. Draco watched as they kissed and then went through the usual ritual of returning to Snape’s desk, where Granger became her usual serious self before she left the office.
As Draco made his way back to the common room his mind was in a whirl. Now he was more confused than ever. From the conversation he had heard between the couple, Granger seemed to be completely involved with what was happening, but he reminded himself that it was Snape’s charm that had caused this behaviour, not her free will. If she was under the Imperius Curse it would appear that she was enjoying what was happening to her even if inside she detested the things Snape made her do.
He needed to work out what he was going to do next. Although it was unlikely, remembering their previous bondage session, that Snape would hurt the Mudblood again until her wounds had fully healed, it was now more important than ever that he get her away from the abusive bastard. He had no desire to see her undergo the sort of treatment that she had been subjected to this evening ever again, whether she was under the Imperius Curse or not.
The problem was that he still had no one to turn to for advice or help. Since the evening when he had tried to convince Potter and Weasley that Hermione was being abused he hadn’t spoken to the two boys nor had they had any contact with him except for the filthy looks and muttered comments that had signified their behaviour towards him for the previous six years.
At first, he had been tempted to retaliate. But he was aware that Granger still needed rescuing from Snape and he couldn’t do it alone. Tonight had made it clear to him that it was urgent that he to do something and somehow he had to convince her friends that he wasn’t lying, although he had no idea how he was going to accomplish that.
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