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Peeping Tom	By : Dazzlious Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 31795 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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‘Come on, guys. Just come with me and check it out. Why would I lie to you about something like this?’ Draco tried to sound as sincere as he could without being exasperated. These two numpties were really beginning to get on his nerves with their stupidity.
Harry glared at Draco. ‘If what you say is true, why haven’t you told a teacher? Why haven’t you got him stopped?’
Draco, already pissed off by their attitude, had finally had enough. ‘I haven’t told anyone because it involves Granger. You know . . . your friend. Do you think she’s going to want everyone to know she’s been fucking Snape even if it is under a charm? And believe me, it will come out if the teachers get involved. I don’t think so, do you? Anyway, who would I tell? Who do you think would believe me?’
‘Professor Dumbledore,’ Harry said stoutly. ‘You could tell Dumbledore.’
Draco shook his head and scowled at the dark-haired boy. ‘I don’t have your “special” relationship with Dumbledore, Potter. I doubt that he would believe me and anyway, it would be my word against Snape’s. And I’m sure you are aware of how Dumbledore feels about Snape.’
Harry grimaced, knowing that what Draco said was true. Despite everything Snape had done the Headmaster still trusted him and would be unlikely to believe anything they said about him. Harry had already tried and failed to discredit him too many times in the past.
‘So say you’re right,’ Ron said bullishly. ‘What can we do about it?’
‘I don’t know,’ Draco told him honestly, ‘but I couldn’t keep this to myself any longer. At least come with me. You need to see for yourself what he’s doing to her. She is your friend, after all. Or don’t you care about her?’
Ron scowled at Draco and clenched his fists, but Harry touched his arm, holding him back.
‘And you say you’ve seen it?’ Harry said.
Draco nodded. He had considered how many times he should admit to having witnessed the couple’s trysts and rapidly decided it should be less rather than more in case Weasley accused him of being some pervert for watching them.
‘Yes. I told you, I got in there the day before we had detention, on the evening that I last spoke to you about it, and then I managed to get in there again last night. But I know she’s been visiting him every night and I don’t suppose he’s changed his behaviour on the occasions when I wasn’t there.’
‘So why didn’t you tell me about this when we had detention?’ Ron asked looking angry.
‘Would you have listened to me then?’ Draco asked seriously. ‘Hell — come on, Weasley, we had just tried to kill each other in a fight over Granger. How would you have reacted if I had told you she was fucking Snape? I mean, you wouldn’t believe me when I told you last time so there was no point in me mentioning it to you again when you were just going to be so bloody pig-headed.’ He broke off and stared suspiciously at both boys. ‘Yeah, you wouldn’t believe me then, so what’s changed? Why so willing to listen to me now?’
Harry and Ron looked at each other uncomfortably for a second, then Harry said, ‘You’re right, Malfoy, we didn’t believe you when you told us a couple of weeks ago. We thought you were just stirring up trouble.’
‘Being a bastard about Hermione like you usually are,’ Ron added snidely.
Draco scowled at him, trying to resist the urge to punch his stupid face.
‘But then we saw Hermione this morning,’ Harry said. He seemed reluctant to say anything further.
‘And?’ Draco asked in frustration.
Harry licked his lips as if not wanting to speak. ‘You saw them last night,’ he said. ‘Did he tie her up or anything?’
Draco considered whether he should mention what had happened to Granger a couple of days before but then decided it would cause too much trouble. He shook his head. ‘No. Last night was pretty normal . . . for Snape. Just sex, really. Why?’
Harry and Ron looked at each other again.
‘Come on, dweebs, tell me,’ Draco urged, impatient now although he was sure he knew what they were going to say.
‘Hermione’s got bruises on her wrists,’ Ron said. ‘It looks like she’s been tied up or something. They looked pretty bad.’ He sounded upset. ‘We saw them this morning at breakfast although she’s obviously trying to keep them hidden. She’s wearing a long-sleeved blouse — in this weather.’
‘We asked her where she got them,’ Harry said. ‘She told us she couldn’t remember, that she thought she had caught her hands in a closing door or something. But that’s obviously not true.’
Draco thought back to the previous night when Snape had once again put cream on the injuries he had inflicted on Granger.
‘She showed him her wrists last night,’ he confirmed, realising that this might finally be the way to get them on board. Both boys looked pained at the news. ‘I told you — I’m sure he’s putting her under the Imperius curse so he can do all these things to her without her complaining, then modifying her memory so she can’t remember it afterwards. I really do think you need to come and see for yourselves. I know we’ve always had our differences and I’ll admit I have done some stuff to Granger in the past that I probably shouldn’t have done, but this is different. Regardless of who or what she is, she doesn’t deserve what Snape’s doing to her and she needs help. And I think, considering Snape’s standing in the school, only we can do it.’
Harry and Ron looked at each other for a moment, trying to weigh up whether they trusted Malfoy enough to join him in what was likely to be a dangerous sortie. If they got caught, especially by Snape, they would probably be expelled. But was that what Malfoy was trying to achieve?
Draco sighed. ‘I don’t know what I can say to convince you that this isn’t some trap I’m trying to lead you into. I really am trying to help Granger here.’
Ron still looked belligerent but Harry nodded. ‘Okay, we’ll trust you this once. But if you’re lying to us—’
‘I’m not,’ Draco rapidly assured them.
‘So what is it you expect us to do?’ Ron asked coldly.
Draco stared at him appraisingly for a few seconds before answering.
‘Perhaps you should stay out of it, Weasley,’ he suggested, trying to sound placating. He had been thinking about the volatile boy and was worried that he already looked like he would explode — and they hadn’t even got anywhere near Snape’s office yet. The big worry was what he would do when he saw that Draco hadn’t been lying and Granger really was being sexually abused by Snape.
Ron scowled angrily. ‘Oh no, I’m coming. If what you say is true—’
‘Are you really going to be able to cope with seeing Granger in a compromising position?’ Draco asked seriously. ‘You have to understand that you will need to keep your temper,’ he added. ‘Whatever happens and whatever you see them get up to, you can’t move — and you definitely can’t try to do anything to stop them. However bad it gets you will have no choice but to stay in position, watching until they’ve finished and Snape goes to his private rooms. I repeat, you can’t attempt to stop them.’ He looked at Ron grimly. ‘Do you honestly think you can do that?’
Ron looked pale and serious for a moment but then he gave a small nod. Draco looked at Potter. He nodded, too.
‘Look, I know it’s not nice, but imagine what Snape’s going to do to us if he finds out we’ve broken into his study to spy on him,’ Draco told them. ‘Assuming we make it out alive, I’m betting we’ll find our arses kicked out of the school, and that’s not going to help Granger . . . or anyone else Snape might target in the future. If we’re going to end his abuse of her we’ve got no choice but to see what he’s capable of and then plan carefully what we’re going to do to stop him.’
He stared meaningfully at the others for a moment. Eventually, they both nodded their understanding once more, although neither of them looked happy about it.
‘Okay, so here’s the plan. We need to be inside the study before Snape comes back from dinner. I put a spell on the door and crept in afterwards when I spied on them alone, but with three of us, we need to find somewhere for us all to hide. That’s going to be a bit more tricky.’
Harry gave a thin smile. ‘I can help with that, actually,’ he said. Draco looked at him with interest. ‘I’ve got an Invisibility Cloak,’ he admitted. ‘Ron and I can hide under that.’
Draco’s eyes narrowed at this news. Well, that would explain the attack on him at the Shrieking Shack back in their third year. No wonder he had seen Potter’s head in Hogsmeade: the bloody boy had hidden under his Invisibility Cloak. But still . . . an Invisibility Cloak. They were rare, especially one as good as Potter’s must be to make him so completely invisible. For a moment Draco considered asking him where he had acquired it but he knew this was neither the time nor the place as it wasn’t relevant. Instead, he nodded approvingly, trying not to look impressed.
‘Good, that will definitely help. And you can keep hold of Weasley when he gets the urge to play the hero and save his girlfriend.’ Draco ignored the filthy look Ron shot him at this comment. ‘Right, we need to be at Snape’s study before eight-thirty. He usually gets back about quarter to nine. That will give us time to get into position.’
‘We’ll meet you in the Entrance Hall, by the stairs to the dungeons,’ Harry said. Draco nodded. Harry gazed avidly at the blond boy for few seconds. ‘You’re serious about this, aren’t you?’ he asked worriedly. ‘Hermione really is being abused by Snape?’
Draco tried to look sympathetic. ‘Yes, I’m sorry. I’m afraid she really is.’
Harry gave a small flick of his head. ‘In that case, we need to see just how bad it is and then decide what we’re going to do about it.’ His face was grim, set with determination.
‘I’ll see you later,’ Draco said. ‘I’ve got to get to the East Tower for Arithmancy. If I don’t go now I’ll be late.’
Ron and Harry said goodbye and turned to walk back up to the school as Draco headed across the lawn towards the East Tower.

Draco spent the rest of the day wondering whether Weasley would be able to contain his temper long enough for them to witness Snape’s abuse of Hermione. By the time he met up with the two boys that evening he had come to a decision. It was vital they weren’t caught by Snape, but he was fairly certain that the impetuous boy would refuse to stay behind and that no threats of expulsion would stop Weasley from wading in if he saw what the Potions Master was doing to his friend, regardless of how much she appeared to be enjoying it. Potter would be of little use in stopping him as he would want to save her, too, so it would fall to Draco to make sure the redhead didn’t jeopardise things for them.
Amazingly, they managed to make it into the dungeon corridor that held the Potions classroom without attracting the attention of any Slytherins, who would have been sure to wonder what the two Gryffindors were doing in their zone out of hours and also what Draco was doing with them, as their animosity towards each other was legendary. From there, it was almost the simplest thing in the world to get into Snape’s office and get into position.
Draco took careful note of where Potter and Weasley placed themselves as the Cloak really was an extraordinarily good one. He ensured they were placed somewhere neither Snape nor Granger would accidentally touch them, however exuberant they got in their lovemaking, but where they would still have a good view of the proceedings. It would probably be better than his own, in fact, as they didn’t have to worry about being seen. Once secreted away in his own usual hiding place he surprised them by putting a spell on the boys under the Cloak so they were unable to move or speak, they could only watch. He was aware they would both be furious with him once the encounter was over but it was the only way he could guarantee they wouldn’t be caught. Hopefully, what they were about to witness would override any objections about what he had done to them.
It was only a few minutes later when Snape arrived, his arms once again full of a stack of parchments. For a moment Draco worried that tonight would be the first night Granger wouldn’t come and he would be forced to eat his words about what the Potions Master was doing to her. But his anxiety was eased within another fifteen minutes when the knock on the door revealed the beautiful Mudblood. After a brief discussion about the potion she was making that evening, she disappeared into Snape’s laboratory while the Potions Master set about marking the essays on his desk, seemingly not interested in Hermione at all.
Draco watched the teacher carefully. Although Snape still showed no difference in his treatment of Granger during lessons he was certain the man’s affection for the Mudblood was growing as their relationship, if that’s what you could call it, continued. During the weeks he had been watching them he had seen an increase both in the amount of time they spent making love rather than brewing potions and in the more intimate way they interacted with each other during their lovemaking, which left him with even more questions than before.
Assuming Granger wasn’t Snape’s first conquest had he been this way with the presumed others too, his desire for them growing as the relationship progressed? If that was the case, how had he managed to end the relationships without causing both him and the girls pain — or were his relationships with subsequent students to mask the pain of the previous losses when the girls left Hogwarts? Draco could imagine Snape using that as a valid excuse to rationalise what he was doing with the girls at the school.
To his now experienced eye Draco could see Snape racing through the marking, his mind clearly on Granger and what they were going to do together rather than the badly written essays. Draco couldn’t help grinning. Although they didn’t know it, most of the school should be grateful to the Mudblood for taking Snape’s mind off their homework. Before she occupied his evenings he had been ruthless in his marking, seeming to take delight in finding even the smallest fault, but now he was content to let all but the worst mistakes pass in his eagerness to get finished.
Draco frowned. Surely in all the years he had been in Snape’s class the teacher had never over-marked as he was quite clearly doing these days. So what if Hermione was his first conquest — after all, there couldn’t have been too many girls willing to spend time alone with the taciturn teacher — and he had seen something in her that he felt he had to exploit? If so, was this growing relationship likely to continue once Granger left school? That would obviously be tricky to accomplish when she wouldn’t be readily available for him to put the Imperius Curse on.
Or was he only thinking of getting as much from her as he could while she was still at Hogwarts, which might also explain the escalation of the S&M strand of their relationship? Or was his growing desire for Granger something the Potions Master had never expected to happen — was he truly falling in love with the beautiful girl? — which Draco, to his surprise, could understand and sympathise with only too well. That would be an interesting and difficult proposition, considering that his relationship with her was purely because of magic. It was unlikely the relationship would continue if Granger were left uncharmed, and definitely not if she knew what Snape had done to get her into a relationship with him in the first place and what he had exposed her to once she was compliant.
Draco pondered how and whether he could exploit this as he waited for the good stuff to begin. Snape had finished his marking, and standing up he dumped the parchments on top of the filing cabinet — leaving his desk free for his usual assault on Granger’s pussy, Draco assumed. Snape removed his outer robe, hanging it on its usual peg and headed towards the laboratory to check on Hermione’s work. Draco watched eagle-eyed as the teacher and his lover traced the same steps they had taken on so many occasions in the past, quietly ticking off each of the acts that indicated this wasn’t just an extra Potions module taking place.
There was the initial charm, as yet still unknown to Draco although he was fairly certain it was the Imperius Curse, obviously designed to get Granger in the mood and always seeming to be cast in Snape’s laboratory, usually signalled by the Mudblood’s delighted laughter. This would be followed by the couple beginning to undress each other and Snape’s descent into the domination of Granger, whether through his actions towards her during foreplay or the bondage and pain that he seemed so keen to inflict on her whenever the opportunity arose.
Draco glanced towards the area where Potter and Weasley were stationed, wanting to make sure he had got his spell right as the couple left the laboratory and Snape pulled Granger into his arms for a passionate kiss. He assumed it had worked as there was no movement from that direction, not even a quiver, and he was sure Weasley would already be going off on one even though Snape and Granger hadn’t really got going yet.
He turned back to watch the action, enjoying as he always did that moment when Snape removed Granger’s bra — her beautiful tits revealed, at last, looking so luscious and suckable. Draco had lost count of the number of times he had imagined it was his mouth causing her to cry out with pleasure. Every time he watched the couple he couldn’t help the stab of jealousy that ran through him at the thought that it was the ugly old Potions Master having all the fun rather than him.
As Snape’s hands drew down the Mudblood’s knickers, causing another shiver of excitement to course through Draco’s body at what he was about to see, he felt a sudden unwanted flash of hatred and jealousy for Granger’s two friends who were also watching the show. Did they feel the way he did at seeing their friend naked and quite clearly aroused? Were they fantasising, as he was, about what they could be doing with her?
Now she was on her back on Snape’s desk, her legs spread wide as the lucky Potions Master buried his face between them, eliciting cries of joy from both of them as he made a meal of her pussy. Draco bit down the moan of desire he almost emitted as he imagined for the millionth time what it must be like to be in Snape’s hallowed position, his own tongue providing Granger with the best orgasm she had ever had. He imagined the Weasel’s face as he witnessed Snape going down on Granger and stifled a bitter laugh. Had the idiots finally realised he was telling the truth? He turned his attention back to the couple on the desk, not wanting to miss a single second.
Snape helped Hermione up from the table, another few kisses aiding the movement as did some whispered words that made her smile and gently stroke his long, sallow face. Somehow Draco managed to keep his excitement from erupting as she sank to her knees in front of Snape and her hand reached out to caress his erection. Her head bobbed as her tongue teased and licked at the hard shaft, her position perfect to allow Draco and the idiots an unrestricted view of what she was doing.
Draco had spent some considerable time previously studying Granger’s technique for giving head and was consistently impressed at how hard and deep she could take Snape’s cock without gagging. He longed to feel her warm, wet mouth wrapped around his own now rock-hard member. He had no idea where she had learned to suck cock that well, but Snape was quite obviously in heaven as his hands twined through her hair, pulling her onto him as loud moans were interspersed with his whispering to her, presumably words of encouragement and desire.
Draco waited with bated breath, wondering whether tonight would be one of those rare occasions when Granger sucked the Potions Master to completion rather than stopping when he was ready to fuck, whether she would give Snape a chance to show his domination over her and give Draco that thrill of excitement that was still just as fresh as it was the first time he saw it.
Snape’s pelvis thrust as his moans grew ever louder. One hand reached down to stroke Hermione’s face tenderly as his other hand brushed the hair from her eyes so he could see her as she continued to suck him. Then a sharp cry escaped his lips as he hurriedly pulled from her mouth, the already ejaculating fluid spattered her face as he continued to call out, one hand now pumping furiously and the other, which had previously been in her hair, gripping her shoulder tightly, partially to keep himself standing but also to keep her close as he continued to cum.
Giving a delighted grunt of satisfaction as he finished spurting, Snape finally released Hermione. His lips pulled back into a wide grin as he surveyed her, his keen eyes noting, as Draco and no doubt Potter and Weasley’s did, the beautiful face covered with so much spunk that it was dripping from her chin. For a moment she stared back at him, then with a huge grin she licked her lips, coating her tongue with his seed and drawing it back into her mouth with obvious relish. She chuckled as Snape said something so quietly that Draco couldn’t hear it and reached out his hand to help her up. He pulled her once more into his arms, almost as if he couldn’t bear to let her go, Draco thought interestedly.
Snape’s wand appeared and he used it to clean Granger’s face, the face that was still smiling suspiciously brightly. Draco tried to get a look at her eyes to see if he could confirm that she was under the Imperius Curse but she was too far away for him to see them clearly. As usual, he could feel the dull ache in his trousers and his mind turned to Granger’s friends still hidden under the Invisibility Cloak. Weasley must be going mental, stuck there unable to do anything but watch.
Draco realised he had let his mind wander and Snape and Granger were already moving on. She was leaning forward on Snape’s desk, her legs far enough apart to give a clear view of her perfect bottom and that oh-so-desirable pussy. Draco watched as Snape stroked her pert cheeks, giving each one a small tap before sliding his hand between her legs.
As always happened when Snape did this, Draco’s heart began to beat faster as he wondered whether this was the day when the Potions Master would take control of her other hole. Ever since he had first watched the couple together Draco always hoped Snape would have anal sex with Granger so he could see how she reacted to it. In his fantasies Draco had taken her that way many times, she wanting it as much as he, although in reality this was another delight he had yet to experience — Pansy always steadfastly refused to even consider it.
But although Hermione’s delicious bottom and that perfect hole were so readily available to Snape he had never once investigated whether it was something Granger might enjoy. It seemed astonishing considering everything else he was willing to put her through — and to Draco’s mind, almost criminal neglect — but as ever, Snape ignored Hermione’s bottom in favour of her pussy, his fingers causing her to cry out with desire as she shook from the orgasm he provided.
Draco felt himself deflate a little with disappointment. When he finally got his hands on the Mudblood he was definitely going to include anal sex in his repertoire. For a moment his mind began to drift to his favourite fantasy where Granger was begging him to pop her cherry, telling him she had been saving it just for him, but he forced the thought away. Fantasies were too dangerous when he was spying on Snape, and he was missing some of the action. He looked once again at the couple who were now fucking furiously. It was amazing how quickly Snape always recovered after cumming, especially considering how old he was.
They had changed position now, Snape perched on the desk with Granger on top, riding him as if her life depended on it, a cry of joy escaping her lips each time she impaled herself on him. Snape was silent for the moment but the look on his face said everything about how much he was enjoying the experience. As she sped up, Granger wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him towards her so they could kiss, and once again Draco felt that tug of jealousy that she was bestowing this intimacy on Snape.
She was close to orgasm again now and wasn’t moving quite so much. Taking control once more, Snape wrapped his arms around her tightly and, still buried deep inside her, he stood up and turned round, lowering Granger onto his desk. His thrusts grew in intensity as she cried out, clutching him wildly as she came. Snape was clearly on the verge again, too; his loud grunts joined her cries as they tried their hardest to become one.
And then it was all over. Snape still held the Mudblood tightly as he whispered in her ear, his hand gently stroking her back as if soothing her. They stayed that way, talking and kissing for several more minutes, neither of them wanting to break the connection between them. Eventually, the Potions Master released her and Granger began to retrieve her underwear and returned to the laboratory to find her other clothes. When she emerged, once again fully dressed and looking every inch the staid and boring student she always did, she returned to Snape’s arms, but only briefly.
‘Look at the time! It’s gone curfew again.’ Snape scowled as he released her, having looked at the clock on his wall. ‘We really need to keep an eye on that otherwise we’re going to end up in trouble.’
He pulled his robe from the peg and put it on, then closed the final few buttons on his frock coat. He looked impatiently at Hermione.
‘Are you ready to go? I have hall duty this evening so I need to leave.’
Hermione was still pulling on her shoes. She looked up at Snape, her voice mild as she replied, ‘Just a minute. I’ll be right with you.’
She finished dressing and bent down to pick up her school bag, throwing it over her shoulder. She smiled and made her way towards the desk. Snape was already behind it, rummaging for something in one of the drawers. He stopped and looked at her and the two of them had the usual short conversation that Draco could never hear; then the usual transformation took place.
Now no longer smiling, Hermione walked towards the door of the study, saying farewell as she opened the door and walked through it. Before the door had even closed Snape was on his way towards it, too, hurrying as he was running late. He closed the door behind him and there was silence in the study. Draco waited a few seconds for the Potions Master to leave the classroom before pulling out his wand and ending the spell that had held Granger’s friends frozen in place throughout the entire tryst.
Immediately, Harry and Ron erupted angrily from beneath the Invisibility Cloak.
‘Shut up,’ Draco hissed. He was still holding his wand in front of him in case either of the boys tried to attack.
The Gryffindors, furious both at his treatment of them and at what they had seen Snape and Hermione doing, began to harangue Draco loudly.
‘For Merlin’s sake, keep quiet. We need to get out of here before someone hears us,’ Draco warned. He started to head for the door. ‘I’m sorry about the spell,’ he added sounding contrite, ‘but I needed to make sure you didn’t do anything stupid.’ He glanced at Weasley, whose face was bright red, a sure sign that he was angry.
Outside Snape’s office he stopped and looked at Harry and Ron. ‘We don’t have time to discuss it now. It’s past curfew and if Snape finds out I’m not in the common room he’ll have my guts for garters — and you won’t get off lightly, either. Let’s meet up tomorrow sometime so we can discuss what we’re going to do to help Granger.’
Harry nodded, realising Draco was right. They would be in serious trouble if they were caught out after curfew, whether it was Snape who caught them or not. He knew Ron was still furious, a mixture of anger at Malfoy for the spell he had cast on them and rage at Snape for what he was doing to Hermione. He thought the boy was probably a bit annoyed with Hermione, too, although it was clear she had no idea what Snape was doing to her. He grabbed his friend’s arm.
‘Come on, Ron, let’s go before we get caught.’ He glanced at Draco, his voice serious but with a grudging respect as he said, ‘We’ll see you tomorrow, Malfoy.’
Pulling the Invisibility Cloak over themselves again, Harry and Ron made their way back to Gryffindor Tower. As they walked Harry could feel Ron raging, although he was still silent for the moment. Whilst it had been extremely frustrating and angered him at the time, if he was honest, Harry thought it was lucky that Malfoy had cast the spell that kept them frozen in place. When he saw what Snape was doing he wanted to launch himself at the slimy bastard and hex him into oblivion for his treatment of Hermione, so Merlin only knew what Ron would have done. There was no way he would have stayed silent and hidden as Draco had instructed, and the Slytherin boy obviously knew that, so it was understandable that he had taken precautions to ensure they weren’t discovered.
He was right, too, about Hermione being in serious trouble, although Harry still wasn’t sure what they could do about that. Malfoy was right about Snape having a special relationship with Dumbledore, even more special than Harry’s own relationship with the Headmaster. Throughout their entire time at Hogwarts Dumbledore had never doubted anything Snape did, however vile or suspicious, and he was unlikely to believe them even if they could get Malfoy to join them in saying what they had seen Snape doing to Hermione.
This was going to take some thinking about, although what he really wanted to do right now was find a way to erase what he had seen this evening. Unlike Ron he had never thought about Hermione in any other way than as a sister and seeing her naked and cavorting with Snape made him want to bleach his brain. Watching the couple hadn’t aroused him, as it obviously had Malfoy, and quite possibly Ron, too. It had made him feel queasy and disgusted.
It was bad enough that Snape was putting a charm on Hermione to make her compliant enough to do as he wanted, but seeing them together and her seeming to enjoy it so much was gross. Snape was so old and so incredibly slimy and it was just obvious to anyone who saw them together that there was no way Hermione would do anything with him willingly and knowing that made seeing what they were doing together so much worse.
‘That disgusting . . . slimy . . . foul . . . evil . . . .’ Ron incited angrily once they finally made it through the portrait hole door after apologising profusely to the Fat Lady for being late.
‘Shut up, Ron,’ Harry hissed quickly as he saw Hermione coming towards them, looking worried.
‘Is everything all right?’ she asked anxiously. ‘I was worried when you weren’t here when I got back. I thought maybe something had happened.’
Harry shrugged although he noticed Ron was glaring at Hermione. Harry nudged him and Ron scowled.
‘We were practising Quidditch, then got a bit carried away with working out some new tactics for the Slytherin game afterwards and we completely forgot the time. Nothing to worry about. What have you been up to?’
Hermione shrugged, too. ‘Oh, nothing too exciting. Just more revision for the N.E.W.T.s.’ She glanced at Ron, who was still looking mulish, and mistaking his mood for continuing anger at their earlier argument she said rapidly, ‘Well, I’m going to go to bed. I’m knackered and I think I’ve got eye strain from looking at too many books. I’ll see you both in the morning.’
Harry smiled at her as he said goodnight but Ron just continued to scowl and didn’t say anything. Harry grabbed his arm and tugged on it to get him to stop staring after Hermione and go to their dormitory.
‘I’m going to kill Malfoy tomorrow,’ Ron said as they climbed the stairs. ‘Putting that bloody spell on us. What did the stupid wanker think he was doing?’
‘Stopping us from getting expelled, probably,’ Harry replied reasonably once he had checked that they were alone in their dormitory. ‘I know there’s no way you would have just sat there if he hadn’t.’
‘Of course I bloody wouldn’t,’ Ron retorted furiously. ‘I’d have hexed that slimy bastard as soon as he laid a hand on Hermione—’
‘Which was why Malfoy charmed us,’ Harry reminded him calmly, cutting Ron off. ‘He warned us before we went that we couldn’t intervene, remember — and we both promised we wouldn’t. He knew you wouldn’t be able to help yourself.’
Ron looked suspiciously at Harry. ‘Didn’t you want to help her, then?’
Harry sighed loudly. ‘Of course I did, Ron. But I agree with Malfoy. We can’t just go barging in. Snape’s a far more powerful wizard than any of us . . . maybe even more than all three of us put together, and we were just supposed to confirm that there was something going on. We were never meant to do anything tonight. Getting expelled isn’t going to help Hermione, is it?’
‘But the things he was doing to her,’ Ron said, sounding as if he was in pain. ‘It was disgusting.’
Harry looked at his friend and noted that his face was still red, although this time he suspected it had more to do with seeing Hermione naked and in some rather compromising positions rather than his anger with Snape or Malfoy.
‘The only good thing is that at least he didn’t force her into anything,’ Harry pointed out. ‘She might have been charmed but she wasn’t forced. I mean, she seemed to be enjoying it.’
‘And did you enjoy it, too?’ Ron asked nastily as he rounded on Harry. ‘Did you like watching her do all that disgusting stuff with that greasy git? I bet you wish it was you, don’t you?’
Harry looked surprised. ‘No, of course I don’t. I don’t feel that way about Hermione, I never have. She’s like a sister to me. The only thing I felt was revulsion at who she was with.’
‘Yeah, right,’ Ron said coldly. He had changed into his pyjamas as they talked. He climbed into bed and pulled the curtains shut around him, obviously not wanting to continue the conversation.
Harry sighed again and began to undress, still looking at Ron’s closed curtains. He already knew that however this played out, assuming they did somehow manage to stop Snape and his abuse, he was going to be the one to have to deal with the fallout. Hermione would be devastated and would need a considerable amount of extra special handling.
Knowing how upset she could get at the taunts from the Slytherins because of her blood status or when she was picked on by Snape during Potions class, although she always tried not to let it show, he could already imagine the kind of reaction she would have upon discovering the things she had done, seemingly of her own free will — which he was sure Snape would try to pretend was the case when confronted with his actions.
The fact that he, Ron and Malfoy had witnessed the abuse taking place would be especially mortifying for her. He had never considered Hermione as the hysterical type, but he wouldn’t really blame her for being so after what Snape had subjected her to. There would also be paranoia — firstly that someone else might do to her what Snape had, and secondly that everyone else in the school would find out how the Potions Master had abused her and would use that knowledge to make her life a misery.
And then there would be the trouble with Ron. Harry couldn’t help feeling sorry for his best friend. He knew Ron had fancied Hermione for years, although for some reason Harry had never understood he had always gone to great lengths to pretend that wasn’t the case. Harry had hoped the two of them might have got together by now but this problem with Snape wasn’t going to make things any easier for their relationship.
Harry thought it was quite obvious from the things he had done with her that Snape liked Hermione . . . really liked Hermione, but if Ron had spotted that too then it would make him that much more annoyed, especially when it appeared she had enjoyed what they were doing together just as much as Snape had, even if it was only because she was charmed.
Now Ron had seen her naked and doing things that he had surely fantasised about doing with her himself, Harry was sure his mind would be split. On one hand he would be furious with Snape at what he had done to Hermione, mainly from jealousy. But whilst knowing deep down that this was all the Potions Master’s fault, unfortunately — as he had already shown tonight — part of him would still blame Hermione even though the poor girl had no idea of what was happening to her.
Just as he had when Hermione went to the Yule Ball with Viktor, Ron would be sure to go out of his way to make her feel that she had done something wrong. It would be a priority for Harry to convince Ron that Hermione wasn’t the culprit and he shouldn’t treat her as if she was the one who had done something heinous, especially before they got Snape stopped. Ron couldn’t keep treating Hermione with the disdain he had shown towards her tonight otherwise any chance for a relationship between them, even just the friendship they currently shared, would be shattered forever as Hermione couldn’t possibly begin to understand what was driving him.
And then there was Malfoy. Harry still wasn’t entirely sure what his interest in helping Hermione was although obviously it wasn’t purely because he felt it his civic duty, as he had tried to give the impression to Harry and Ron. He had no idea how Malfoy had discovered what Snape was doing in the first place but it seemed to him that the blond Slytherin, too, had a thing for Hermione despite his never-ending assertion that she was a Mudblood and beneath his contempt.
The question was, had that always been there simmering away deep inside him just waiting to erupt or did his desire stem from what he had seen her and the Potions Master doing? Harry could understand the attraction — even he had been impressed at the sight of Hermione naked as she was a beautiful girl, although he still didn’t fancy her. But surely Hermione wouldn’t want Malfoy any more than she wanted Snape, would she? So what did he hope to gain from alerting her friends to what was happening?
It was completely out of character for the boy who had always given them so much trouble in the past. Knowing what Malfoy was like, Harry would have assumed that he would blackmail the teacher into elevating his grades or causing problems for Harry and his friends, or used the knowledge of Snape’s abuse to shame Hermione in front of the rest of the school — or maybe, knowing his current interest in her, to force her into some sort of relationship with him as well as Snape.
But he had done none of these things. Instead, he had gone out of his way to try to kindle a friendship with Harry and Ron in order to tell them privately what had happened and give them a chance to sort things out without anyone else finding out. Harry frowned. Did Malfoy really fancy Hermione so much that he would give up what might be his only chance at a relationship with her, albeit through coercion? If so, that would be another problem. He didn’t need Malfoy and Ron butting heads over Hermione, and with the trauma she was about to go through she wouldn’t need it either.
Then on top of all of that, somehow they had to work out how the hell to stop Snape. Harry had a feeling it wouldn’t be as easy as letting the teacher know that they knew what he was doing; he had no idea how they were going to tackle that problem. An overwhelming sense of defeat spread through him as he climbed into bed and closed his eyes, willing the scenes he had witnessed this evening not to return to haunt his dreams. Seeing Snape’s bony arse once was more than enough for him, although a part of him couldn’t help being impressed by the teacher’s powers of rejuvenation . . . and cumming on Hermione’s face — that had been pretty impressive, too.
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