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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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Draco couldn’t believe they hadn’t thought of it before. Now they were here in Snape’s office once again, on the verge of finally ending the Potion Master’s abuse of Hermione, and it all seemed so obvious. He wondered how Potter and Weasley were doing under the Invisibility Cloak. He hadn’t put a spell on them to keep them in place this time. They needed to be free to help Hermione once the signal was given and all hell broke loose. They just needed to time it right and he really hoped they could do it. He thought back to the conversation that had led to this breakthrough, still amazed that something so simple could have been missed all this time.
Tensions had still been running high when Draco finally tracked down Potter and Weasley. Ron was still in a foul mood, made worse by his continuing battle with Hermione, who was confused and hurt by the way her friend was treating her for no good reason. Draco’s ultimatum that tonight would be the night they stopped Snape in his tracks hadn’t been particularly well received by either of the Gryffindors, especially in light of the fact that they still didn’t have a plan. Eventually, they had decamped to a quiet area of the school where they could talk without being overheard while they tried to work out what the hell they were going to do.
‘I think we should just tell her what Snape’s been doing to her and stop her from going to work with him,’ Ron said.
Harry stared at him in surprise. ‘I thought you were the one who wanted to keep Snape’s abuse a secret from Hermione.’
‘I’m not keen on it, but I can’t think of anything else we could tell her that would keep her away from Snape,’ Ron admitted with a sigh. ‘You’re right that if we tell her he’s a pervert she won’t believe us, but if we all tell her what we saw Snape doing to her . . . well . . . she’s got to believe that, hasn’t she?’
‘That’s a bit harsh on Hermione, though,’ Harry said worriedly. ‘She’s the victim in this. It’ll be hard enough for her to find out what Snape did to her without knowing we all watched them doing it . . . and did nothing to stop it.’
‘So what do you suggest?’ Draco asked. ‘We break the door down and carry Granger away?’
Harry sighed. ‘Oh, I don’t know. I’m just not sure that whatever we do will make any difference in the long run. Even if we get her away tonight, will Snape just Imperio her or something to make her go back to him in the future? I don’t know about you, but I got the feeling he really likes her.’
‘Really likes what he’s doing with her, more like,’ Draco said bitterly.
‘It’s a shame we can’t just stop the enchantment and let Hermione see for herself what’s happening,’ Ron said.
Draco and Harry stared at him for a second, then looked at each other, then back at Ron.
‘That’s it!’ Draco cried. ‘I thought you were a moron, Weasley, but you’re not — you’re a bloody genius. I can’t believe we never thought of it before.’
‘Thought of what?’ Ron asked. ‘Ending the enchantment?’
Draco nodded fervently as he hurriedly thought the plan through. He was excited now at the prospect of finally being able to do something, and his blood tingled with anticipation.
‘Of course. We know Snape puts the Imperius Curse or whatever it is on Granger while they’re in the laboratory. We wait until she comes out into the study, but before Snape manages to completely undress her we end the enchantment and she’ll see what he’s doing to her. It’ll be a shock, but we’ll be there to support her and at least he won’t have had a chance to abuse her again.
‘Once Snape realises that she knows what he’s been doing to her I bet he’ll back off and let her go. He’ll let us go, too, because he’ll be worried that we’ll report him for what he’s done. If the Board of Governors found out what he was up to he’d get the sack. He definitely doesn’t want that, so we can tell him we’ll keep quiet as long as he stops his perverted games with the female students.’
‘I think we should tell the Board of Governors anyway,’ Ron muttered.
Draco shook his head. ‘No, don’t you see? That’s what’s going to get us all out of this without any sort of punishment. Snape gets to stay a teacher and we get Granger back; we stop anyone else being targeted and don’t get into trouble for it.’
‘And then Hermione would know, but without the embarrassment of knowing we had seen them together. We wouldn’t have to tell her that bit,’ Harry said enthusiastically.
‘Is it going to be that easy, though?’ Ron asked. ‘It seems too easy — and how do we end the spell?’
‘That’s why we overlooked it,’ Draco told him. ‘Because it is too easy. It can’t go wrong. If we use the right spell it’ll nullify everything — the Imperius Curse, the silencing charms, everything. There will be nothing for Snape to hide behind because all the enchantments will be gone.’
‘I agree with Ron, it does seem a bit too good to be true,’ Harry said sceptically.
‘But that’s the beauty of it. I’m sure it will work,’ Draco told them, his confidence brimming now.
‘So where do we find this wonderful spell, then?’ Harry asked.
‘I think I know where to look in the Library,’ Draco said, considering it. ‘Meet me in the Entrance Hall at half past eight and we’ll get set up in Snape’s office. And don’t forget to bring the Invisibility Cloak.’
‘Do you really think this is going to work?’ Ron asked him quietly.
Draco nodded. ‘I’m certain of it. But I’m not going put a spell on you this time, so if anything does go wrong you can do whatever you feel you need to do, okay?’
Privately, Draco thought there was no point in trying to secure Weasley as it would do nothing but infuriate the redhead again. Besides, any charm he put on them would break along with all the others as soon as he cast the nullifying spell anyway. He just had to hope the boy didn’t erupt too early and ruin the plan.
Ron looked gratefully at Draco. ‘I’ll kill him,’ he said quietly.
Draco put his hand on Ron’s arm, soothingly. ‘Hopefully it won’t come to that. Promise me you’ll give me a fair chance to end the enchantment first.’
‘All right,’ Ron said a trifle reluctantly. ‘But if he touches her I’m going to kill him.’
‘Just wait,’ Draco said, a note of exasperation creeping into his voice.
‘Ron will be fine,’ Harry assured him with a look that said that he would keep him in order.
Draco moved his leg as he tried to get more comfortable. He wasn’t sure how Granger was going to react to what they were about to do to her, but whichever way he looked at it, he was certain they were doing the right thing. Although it always looked like she was happy with the things Snape did and she certainly enjoyed it, it was only because she had been charmed to want it; it was scarily possible that inside she was suffering at what was happening to her. The only good thing about Snape removing her memories was that at least he was taking that pain away, too.
He almost let out a sigh but just managed to stop himself. When he had thought about the plan initially he envisaged himself taking the lead role: he would be the one to comfort Granger when the shock and pain of what had happened to her overwhelmed her, as it was bound to at some point. But now he was sitting here he realised that Weasley would be doing that. It was the role he had been born to play. Draco would sit back and let the friends look after the Mudblood, and then when everything had calmed down — when Potter and Weasley had convinced her he wasn’t such a bad guy and had been the linchpin in getting her released from Snape’s evil clutches — he would step in and seduce her out from under them.
This was all going to work out. He was going to get the girl, and with any luck, he wouldn’t even need to Imperio her to get her to do all those wonderful things he had planned and dreamed about for so long. Draco was certain he could pleasure Hermione every bit as effectively as Snape could, and he wouldn’t hurt her, either. Everything they did together would be with love and it would be absolutely bloody perfect.
His mind was pulled back to the here and now when he heard a noise from the laboratory where Granger and Snape were working. He focussed on the door, watching carefully, his wand raised and ready to go when they finally emerged. Hermione giggled, talking intently to the Potions Master and Draco knew it was about to go down.
He glanced towards the area where Potter and Weasley were stationed and swore he saw the Invisibility Cloak twitch. He assumed Potter was holding onto Weasley and making sure the impetuous boy didn’t move too soon, at least he hoped so, and forced himself not to cast a spell on them to be on the safe side — he had to trust them. He could feel his heart pounding as the wait became interminable. He wanted this over with, of course he did, but there was a tiny part of him that desperately wanted to see Hermione naked again and considered stalling.
Hermione was first out of the laboratory. She was in her underwear and was holding hands with Snape, who was already out of his shirt tonight. Hermione led Snape, looking like the cat that had got the cream, into his office. Draco’s wand wavered and he prayed that Potter had a tight hold on Weasley. Hermione leant forward to kiss Snape as he wrapped his arms around her, his practised hand moving to undo her bra.
‘Finite Incantatem!’
Draco spoke the words softly, but he knew they had been heard by everyone in the room. He stayed where he was, watching the scene unfolding in front of him.
The spells had unquestionably broken, he could see that from the shocked look on Granger’s face as she realised what was happening. But she wasn’t the only one who looked surprised. Snape, obviously caught out, looked shocked too. His wand appeared as if from nowhere and he re-clothed himself and Hermione with one quick flick. Harry and Ron had emerged from the Invisibility Cloak now, causing both occupants of the room to start in surprise.
‘What the hell’s going on?’ Hermione shouted angrily at her friends as they came towards her. Her cheeks were scarlet.
Draco noticed that Snape was now leaning against his desk, carefully watching what was going on. Those dark, penetrating eyes of his darted from person to person. Draco was a little surprised by the teacher’s calm demeanour. He had expected Snape to be angry at what they had done, but instead he just looked rather confused.
Ron went to put his arms around her. ‘You’re all right, Hermione — we’ve come to save you.’
‘Come to save me from what?’ Hermione asked coldly.
Ron looked at her in confusion, wondering whether she was still under the enchantment. She didn’t appear to be, but her reaction wasn’t at all what he had expected.
‘From him.’ Ron pointed towards Snape, making his hatred of the man clear. ‘He won’t touch you any more, I promise.’
Hermione stared at him suspiciously. ‘I’ve no idea what you’re talking about.’
Draco joined Ron and Harry in being confused. Had Granger not seen that she was almost undressed when the spell ended? Perhaps Snape had been so quick off the mark that she hadn’t had time to digest it before she was fully dressed again, so her mind was refusing to accept the obvious.
‘Snape’s been—’ Ron broke off, clearly trying to think how best to phrase what he had to say. The Potions Master turned his stony gaze on him.
‘He’s been what?’ Hermione asked belligerently. ‘I know you two have some strange vendetta against him, but—’
‘He’s been abusing you,’ Harry said bluntly, stopping Hermione from speaking. ‘You thought you were coming for extra Potions lessons but he’s been having sex with you, Hermione.’ He broke off and looked at Snape, who stared back at him, then looked back at Hermione. ‘Kinky sex.’
Hermione looked like she was about to laugh. ‘Kinky sex. What’s he been doing, then?’
Ron frowned. ‘It’s not funny, Hermione. This is serious. That bastard’s been putting you under an enchantment and then sexually abusing you. He’s done all sorts of things. It’s disgusting.’
Hermione stared at her friends in surprise for a moment.
‘How the hell did you find out?’ She glanced at Snape, who looked just as surprised, then turned back to Harry and Ron. ‘You’re both so wrapped up in Quidditch all the time I didn’t think you’d even noticed women existed, let alone as sexual partners.’ Her voice was dismissive now. ‘And you never take any notice of what I’m up to. As far as you two are concerned all I ever do is spend all my time in the Library revising. So how did you find out what was going on here?’
Her eyes narrowed as Ron and Harry both looked at each other in confusion. They weren’t sure what was going on. Without realising what he was doing, Harry’s eyes darted towards the chair Draco was hidden behind. Snape’s eyes followed, still looking confused.
‘Oh, you had help, did you?’ Hermione said sarcastically, scarlet points of anger rising in her cheeks. She had noticed the look, too. ‘Which sneaky little—’ She gave a hoarse bark of a laugh as Draco moved out of the shadows to join Harry and Ron. ‘I should have guessed. Draco Malfoy! Always sneaking around watching everything I’m doing. What’s the matter, didn’t you like the fact that I’m fucking someone?’ She smiled coldly at the pale boy, then turned on her friends. ‘You’ve hated each other for years so why choose now to suddenly become allies?’
The three of them quailed under her gaze, none of them able to answer. Snape was scowling, too, although they couldn’t work out whether it was aimed at them or Hermione.
‘We were just trying to help you, Hermione,’ Ron said, feeling more uncomfortable than he had ever done in his life. ‘We were sure the greasy git had you under a spell. I mean . . . the things he was doing to you. Can you blame us?’
‘Well, yes, he does look the type, doesn’t he?’ Hermione said briskly. Snape’s scowl grew deeper at her words. ‘But then, of course, he always does, doesn’t he?’ she added icily.
She looked fondly at Snape before turning back to the three boys and scowling at them again. ‘Remember in our first year, Harry? We thought Professor Snape was trying to kill you.’ Snape looked stunned at this revelation as Harry nodded slowly. ‘We were wrong, though,’ Hermione continued, ‘as we have been every time we’ve thought something bad of him,’ she ended softly.
‘But he’s so ugly!’ Ron said. His nose turned up in disgust.
‘So you think,’ Hermione replied hotly. ‘I’ve never said that, have I? And why would looks have anything to do with his sexual prowess?’
Draco noticed the look of surprise that crossed Snape’s face at Hermione’s words.
‘But why him, when you could have had anyone?’ Harry asked bemusedly.
‘Well . . . yes — I mean, I could have had someone like Roger Davies or Cormac McClaggan, or maybe even you, Malfoy,’ Hermione mused.
Draco’s face became smug at this and he grinned at Ron. Ron scowled back angrily.
‘No, on second thoughts, not you, Malfoy. You’re far too big an arsehole for me to seriously consider you worth fucking.’ Draco’s grin turned sour. ‘But I was looking for a man, and let’s face it, there aren’t too many of them around here.’ Her look told them that she definitely didn’t include the three of them in the ‘man’ category. ‘And Professor Snape’s looks were useful. No one would consider that he would be the object of my affection; after all, none of you were aware of my desire for him. With everyone believing him so unlovable, who would ever think to look in his direction and discover what we were doing?’
‘We saw what he did to you, though,’ Ron said stoutly. ‘Don’t tell me you wanted him to do those things.’
Hermione smiled and she walked over and reached for Snape’s hand, stroking it gently as he looked vaguely puzzled once more. She knew that he, unlike the others, had no real idea of what he had done to her. To him, anything sexual they did would seem like a fantastic dream rather than reality. The poor man really did think they just brewed potions together.
‘How many times did you watch before you decided to act?’ she asked coldly. ‘Long enough to get your own satisfaction?’ She glared at Draco, who turned red under her gaze. Hermione gave a snort of laughter.
‘Malfoy came to find us when he realised what was happening,’ Harry said quickly, sticking up for the pale boy. He, too, was turning red. ‘We didn’t believe him, though, thought he was just trying to wind us up about you, so we didn’t come to see.’
‘The next time it happened we did, though,’ Ron told her, taking over from Harry, ‘and we saw you with that . . . that—’
‘We didn’t know what to do,’ Harry admitted. ‘We thought Snape would hex us or something. I mean, he was pretty . . . .’
‘We talked about it and realised that you had to be under some sort of charm,’ Draco added. ‘I mean, there’s just no way you would let him do those things to you if you weren’t.’ He flinched slightly at Snape’s enquiring gaze. ‘At least that’s what we thought,’ he added a touch sullenly.
‘We knew you wouldn’t believe us if we told you what he was like because you know how much we dislike him. So we decided we had to end the spell. Had to make you see what was happening to you so it would stop,’ Harry finished.
Hermione looked with amusement at the three boys, now all blushing furiously. Snape still looked confused, although his scowl was reappearing.
‘So let me get this straight. You three morons, decide, after watching acts that clearly have to be something I’ve consented to—’
‘But how would we know that?’ Ron asked, cutting in angrily. ‘After all, you said you couldn’t remember how you got those bruises on your wrists when we asked you. You said you had caught them in a door or something, and that was obviously a lie.’
Hermione laughed again. ‘Of course I did. What was I supposed to say: oh yes, I got those when Professor Snape chained me from the ceiling and whipped me ‘til I begged him to fuck me?’ she asked sarcastically.
She saw Snape frown again as he looked at her. He was obviously getting an idea now of what they had been doing. Perhaps he was finally realising that his dreams weren’t dreams after all. Hermione knew that she needed to make it clear to him that he had done nothing she was unhappy with; that everything she had done was because she had wanted it as much as he. She was surprised that he still hadn’t spoken, then realised he was obviously assessing the situation completely before he weighed in.
‘You let him whip you?’ Ron said in horror. ‘Are you mad, Hermione? The bloke’s a Death Eater and you’re Muggle-born.’ He noticed Snape glaring at him and winced. ‘Sorry,’ he said truculently, ‘but you were a Death Eater.’ Snape just continued to glare at him.
‘Got a thing about punishment, have you?’ Draco asked Hermione nastily, the smirk returning to his face. ‘You like being spanked, too, don’t you?’
Hermione saw Snape’s gaze rake over her, more curious now than angry. She looked back at Draco with a similar smirk on her lips. ‘What I like and don’t like are actually none of your business, Malfoy. Although I will admit that I find being spanked by Professor Snape incredibly arousing.’ She turned her head and winked at Snape before turning back to the boys.
‘So, what, you’re saying you put a spell on Snape to get him to do all that stuff, are you?’ Ron asked in dismay.
Hermione’s smile grew as she nodded. ‘Actually, I think I performed rather well,’ she confided smugly. ‘After all, Professor Snape is a skilled wizard and wasn’t going to fall for any old charm.’ She glanced once more at Snape. ‘Once I realised Professor Snape was the man I wanted I knew I had to be clever to get him. I mean, he had already told me he would never be interested in a relationship with a pupil.’
‘Did he?’ Harry asked sharply. ‘When did he do that?’
‘In a conversation I had with him about the school rules on teacher-pupil relationships when I came to his office one evening to discuss the possibility of taking on extra Potions coursework,’ Hermione said. Snape nodded his head in agreement. He obviously remembered that.
‘I still don’t understand why you wanted extra coursework. You’re already top in Potions,’ Ron said, sounding confused.
Hermione gave a large sigh. ‘Because, Ronald,’ she said slowly as if explaining to a five-year-old, ‘the only way to get Professor Snape alone long enough for anything sexual to occur would be during an extra study period. And unlike you, I happen to enjoy Potions and was happy to do the extra work, even if I couldn’t get anything else but his company.’
‘But extra Potions.’ Ron shook his head with a grimace, sounding horrified.
‘Clever,’ acknowledged Draco, his Slytherin appreciation coming to the fore. ‘It really never occurred to me that it was you doing the charming. I was completely convinced Snape was the culprit.’
Hermione nodded. ‘Yes, as I said he does look the part. But it was definitely all me. I spent ages trying to find the right charms. After all, I didn’t want a zombie.’ Hermione looked once again at Snape. ‘But at the same time he didn’t need to love me. Finally, I found one that merely suppressed his reluctance to have a relationship with me. To that, I added a little memory-fogging charm so that afterwards he would believe anything we had done was a dream . . . a fantasy, maybe. Then I just made it clear I was interested and that was enough.’
‘But the things you did . . . .’ Harry began.
‘Were all things Professor Snape wanted to do with me,’ Hermione said shrugging. ‘They were his desires. I just removed his self-control.’
She looked again at Snape, who was now looking extremely unhappy.
‘But you let him cum all over your face,’ Ron said, looking disgusted. ‘And other stuff — worse stuff. Surely you didn’t mean for him to do all that. He must have done something to you.’
‘Are you still trying to believe that I was the innocent one in this, Ronald?’ Hermione asked gently. ‘I can assure you I wasn’t. Professor Snape did nothing to me that I wasn’t completely happy to let him do.’ Her eyes caught Snape’s dark ones as he frowned at her. ‘Everything we did was because I wanted it,’ she said, directing her comments at Snape. ‘I was happy to explore your desires, however dark, just as you explored mine. I can assure you that you never did anything to harm me.’
‘But the bruises,’ Ron said.
Hermione gave a small laugh again but she didn’t take her eyes off Snape. ‘Bruises are nothing, Ron. They don’t last. And they were worth it for the experience.’ She smiled as if remembering.
‘Wow! You really are in love with him,’ Draco said in astonishment, watching the way Hermione was looking at Snape.
Hermione gave a small shrug. ‘Love? I don’t know whether I love him. But I do know that I don’t want to lose what I have. I’ve very much enjoyed the time I’ve spent in here with Professor Snape.’ She finally broke eye contact with the Potions Master and turned to the three boys, glaring now. ‘And now you three have ruined it for me.’
‘I’m so sorry, Hermione,’ Harry told her, sounding and looking distressed.
Draco wasn’t sure whether it was because he was upset at ruining Granger’s relationship with Snape or because he couldn’t believe what his friend had done. Weasley looked bewildered as if someone had just told him Santa wasn’t real. Draco wasn’t sure how he felt. He was annoyed at the comments the Mudblood had made about him and he was also extremely disappointed that there would be no chance to sample any of the fantasies he had been having about her. Even if she weren’t so angry with him it was clear that Granger only had eyes for Snape, and he suspected that wouldn’t change even if their sexual relationship had been curtailed.
‘So what happens now?’ he asked.
‘I’m sure your friends won’t say anything about this, will they, Miss Granger?’ Snape glared at Harry and Ron for a moment and they both hurriedly shook their heads. ‘And you, Mr Malfoy?’ Snape stared at him, the scowl less pronounced for his Slytherin student.
Draco thought about it for a moment. He wondered whether it would be possible to blackmail Granger into having sex with him; she would surely be eager to keep her relationship with Snape a secret so he didn’t get into trouble for having sex with a student. Draco could use that knowledge to get her to do everything he had ever fantasised about, and as many times as he wanted.
But if Granger was in control of the sort of magic that could enchant a long-time Death Eater like Snape he didn’t want to get on the wrong side of her or he could find himself in serious trouble. And there was no point in blackmailing Snape over what had happened to him or he might find the Mudblood stepping in to sort it out as she cared for the Potions Master so deeply. The best thing he could do was attempt to forget he had ever seen anything, and he definitely had to stop thinking about Granger’s naked body.
‘I won’t say anything,’ he confirmed quietly, and he was pleased to see that Granger looked a little less angry with him.
‘Good.’ Snape sounded satisfied. He turned to look at Hermione, his face stern. ‘Under the circumstances, I am prepared to overlook what you did, Miss Granger. I think it best for everyone that we forget anything that may have occurred during extra Potions lessons. These will, of course, have to stop immediately, but I don’t think this will have a negative impact on your chances of gaining a top-class N.E.W.T., as you are already well above your peers.’
Hermione looked a little disappointed; there were traces of pink on her cheeks as she accepted Snape’s decision. For a moment, Draco’s heart went out to her. She had managed to attain the sort of relationship with the Potions Master that Draco had desired with her, and because of him and her best friends she had lost that and would definitely be the poorer for it. It was possible that Granger and Snape could pick up the relationship when she left school, but Draco wasn’t sure how Snape felt about having been charmed.
He wondered how he would feel if he discovered Granger had used him that way, but he found it hard to be sympathetic. He was sure he would be ecstatic if Granger wanted to use him for sex, especially if she was up for doing whatever he wanted. He still thought Snape was a lucky bastard, even luckier than he’d realised.
‘I think it’s time everyone returned to their common room,’ Snape said commandingly, bringing the gathering to a close.
Harry opened the door of the study and stepped through into the classroom. Ron followed him. Draco looked at Snape and Granger for a moment longer before turning to walk out the door himself. Hermione gave a small sigh and began to move.
‘So you like me spanking you, do you, Miss Granger?’ Snape asked, his voice low and dangerous as he followed her towards the door.
Hermione gave him a grin as she turned her head. ‘I like everything you do to me, sir.’ She was standing in the doorway and gave him a cheeky wink, and her hand reached back to stroke the front of his trousers as he was standing right behind her.
‘My office, eight-thirty sharp, tomorrow evening.’ Snape’s voice was a whisper as he spoke in Hermione’s ear, ensuring that the others couldn’t hear him.
Hermione shivered with delight, then gave a small nod as she followed her friends out into the classroom, the smile now firmly back on her face.


A/N: Okay, so this story originally came from a little plot bunny that popped into my brain just after I’d had Draco kill Hermione in a previous little plot bunny that had hijacked the story I was working on at the time. For some reason, I was thinking porn (although that’s not really too surprising as I often think porn) and that, of course, made Hermione and Snape appear. Non-canon for sure, and OoC too — certainly in Hermione’s case, as I’m sure she really is the prude that Draco originally thought her. But I actually rather like a Hermione who wants Snape . . . and is happy to share in his dark desires.
Is Snape OoC? I guess that depends on your viewpoint. Jo never wrote about his sexual proclivities, apart from that deeply wet stuff about him being forever tied to Lily (erm, no, I’m not a Snily shipper I’m afraid, although I agree she would be better with him than James; but then that might just be because I detest James for what he did to Sev). My view of Snape, as ever, depends on my mood, but I think the possibility exists that he could be into BDSM or at the very least bondage and corporal punishment (at least that’s how I generally like to think of him, which . . . erm . . . might say rather too much about me). Actually, that might be rather a cliché, now I think about it . . . but what the heck! I mean, it’s only a piece of fluff, after all.
Draco, too, is rather OoC as he’s completely infatuated with Hermione — something that wasn’t meant to happen. Draco was originally included in the story only as the foil for Harry and Ron finding out about Hermione and Snape’s relationship, as he was going to discover it by accident and tell them without realising what he was giving away. He was never meant to have such a large role, nor was the story ever meant to get this big. What began as a short one-shot PWP about Harry, Ron and Draco discovering that Hermione and Snape were involved and getting the completely wrong end of the stick about the relationship has turned into a full-length story with a bit of a plot and everything.
I actually do think Snape is the sort of teacher who would have a spell on his desk area which he uses for when he is berating those poor students who have been sent to his office for a telling off (not Slytherins, obviously). He can be as mean and rude to them as he likes while they’re sitting at that desk and no one listening in can hear him, so it would only be their word against his about anything he said. Hermione had no idea it was there, though, and it was a fluke that she used that area to cast her memory fogging charm at the end of each encounter so Draco didn’t pick up on what she was doing.
Thank you for reading. Dx
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