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The Lost Hour	By : Keshu Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 5531 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-The Lost Hour
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The first ten lines of this story belong to JK Rowling and her only, I am merely borrowing them to set a context.

If this is viewed as a problem, please email me and the aforementioned lines will be removed.

I do not own these characters, who are also the creation of J.K Rowling and have no desire or intention to profit from this fanfiction.

I am aware that, in CoS that we are not given the full extent of Hermione's transformation. *shrug* And don't bitch to me about continuity with the rest of the book. And don't bitch about me writing darkfic, it's merely an anger release mechanism.

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A high-pitched voice answered him. " I don't think I'm going to come after all. You go on without me."

"Hermione, we know Millicent Bulstrode's ugly, no one's going to know it's you."

"No — really — I don't think I'll come. You two hurry up, you're wasting time."

Harry looked at Ron, bewildered.

"That looks more like Goyle," said Ron. "That's how he looks every time a teacher asks him a question."

"Hermione, are you okay?" said Harry through the door.

"Fine — I'm fine — Go on—"

Harry looked at his watch. Five of their precious sixty minutes had already passed.

"We'll meet you back here, all right?" he said.

Harry and Ron opened the door of the bathroom carefully, checked that the coast was clear and set off.

(Second of JKR, CoS)

After Harry and Ron had left, Hermione slowly came out of the toilet stall. Her yellow eyes tried to avoid the mirror, but the lure of it was too strong, and she reluctantly met them in the silvered surface and gasped. She touched the black fur on her face, twisted around to try and see her tail and tried to hide her pointed ears in her hair. Hermione bit her lip, and wondered what she should do. Maybe she could get up to the hospital wing without anyone seeing her, Myrtle's taunting was making her feel worse than ever, as were the fumes from the remaining potion in the cauldron. Besides, most of the students would be holding their bellies and groaning in their common rooms from the after effects of the Christmas.

With Myrtle still cackling in one of the toilets, Hermione walked over to the door and opened it a fraction, peering both ways to make sure the coast was clear, and then she darted through it and walked briskly down the empty corridor, her head down, and her long hair falling forward to hide her face, though the long ears were hard to do anything about. Best not to worry about that and just get up to the hospital wing as soon as possible. Hermione sped up until she was almost running through the corridors, not looking where she was going, her hair in her face and then, without warning, she collided with someone. She was thrown back with the force of it, and hit the floor painfully, shaking her hair out of her eyes automatically to try and see who it was, forgetting the transformation imposed on her by the potion. Her eyes widened in fear when she saw a livid Professor Snape, also sitting on the floor. He folded his arms and glared at her, and had she not being trembling with trepidation, she would have found the sight of the Potions master sitting on the floor with his arms folded very amusing. As it was, she watched as he got to his feet, leaving her sitting and looking up at him.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" he asked, bending down to look at her more closely. Hermione got to her feet and tensed herself to bolt, but he grabbed her arm lightning-quick and held it in a steel grip, pulling her close to him.

"An illicit potion mixture, I do believe, Miss Granger," He hissed in her ear, his voice low and gravely. "Come with me."

Still holding onto her wrist, they walked towards the dungeons and Snape's rooms, Hermione still hiding her face and walking as far behind Snape as she could. He tugged her forward impatiently and she had to stifle a small cry of shock at his strength. He walked quickly, striding along the corridors, dragging her after him. Into the Potions classroom they went, where Snape sat behind his desk, put the tips of his fingers together and pursed his lips.

"What potion was it, Miss Granger?" he asked. Hermione swallowed nervously.

"P...potion, professor?" she stuttered innocently, buying some time.

"Do not lie to me, Miss Granger, I can see that what you are currently suffering from the effects of taking Polyjuice Potion incorrectly. You stole the Boomslang Skin, am I not correct? A cat hair, I believe. Hermione bent her head, unwilling to answer. She was going to get expelled for this, she just knew it.

"Please, Professor, we were only trying to help—"

"Granger, you took ingredients from my private stores. That warrants a severe punishment." Snape got up off his chair and moved closer to her, and she could smell the slight fragrance he used on his robes. Her mouth went dry. "You are in a great deal of trouble, Miss Granger."

Snape continued to advance on her, and her eyes went to all possible means of escape from the room. He saw her eyes move and laughed quietly to himself, and the sound was wrong in the dungeons, with its cold stone floors and its ghosts and its darkness.

"On this occasion, I will not take any points from Gryffindor." Snape said, standing a foot away from her, his voice even lower than before. Hermione was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he reached out and took her fur-covered jaw in a vice-like grip and breathed the scent of her in deep. "However," Snape continued, "You still have the opportunity to—redeem yourself."

He pressed his lips to hers, savaging her mouth, while she tried to scream and shove him away with her small hands that were more like paws, her heart racing and her eyes wide with fear. He caught her small hands, furiously pummelling his chest, in one of his own and held them behind her, and then grabbed her shoulders with the other and backed her up against the wall. His hand groped against her robes, touching her breasts, stroking her stomach fur and between her legs, and she struggled and kicked at him, tears of fear gathering in her eyes and running down her cheeks. He undid her robes with one hand, and pulled them off her, holding her still, and then undid her bra and pulled it off. Her eyes shut, not wanting to see what was happening, she stood there in her knickers.

"Please don't, stop, no," she sobbed imploringly, but he merely laughed again.

Snape's eyes roved over her body and he cupped one of her small breasts eagerly and sucked on the nipple, biting her hard so she whimpered in pain. He grabbed her shoulders and shook her roughly to make her open her eyes, then opened the front of his robes. She shut her eyes again, and received a slap across the back of her head.

Hermione felt his hands on her shoulders, forcing her downwards, and Snape's foot kicked painfully at the back of her knee. She fell to the ground in front of him, and yelled when he grabbed her hair and hauled her head up to his groin.

"Suck it in deep, Hermione." He said and forced her mouth open with his thumb. Trembling and feeling sick, tears still running down her cheeks, she took the head of it into her mouth, but he thrust the full length of it down her throat and she gagged. Snape slapped her again. She swallowed and took the substantial length of it as best as she could, moving her mouth over it, unwillingly, and Snape thrust into her mouth again and again, making her gag repeatedly. He started stroking her hair, his fingers caressing the tips of her pointed ears lightly. He moaned.

Suddenly, he sank down next to her, and pressed her back against the hard stone, pinning her arms above her head. He spat on his hand and roughly moved his hand over his cock and she struggled, but he pressed his full body weight against her, and that was more than enough to knock the wind out of her and make her gasp. Snape kicked her legs apart with his and pressed himself against her, while she struggled. He forced his way into her, and she could feel herself stretch and tear, as he hadn't prepared her at all. He thrust his way fully inside her, and as she groaned with the pain, he groaned with the pleasure of her tight around him, her soft fur brushing tantalisingly against his stomach and chest. He couldn't control himself, and he began to move inside this half-cat, half-human. Each thrust felt like it was ripping her more and more, and she closed her eyes and bit her lip so hard she tasted blood, and all the time she struggled and struggled in vain. Snape moved his head next to hers, to feel her whiskers brushing his face and neck and sped up, and Hermione threw back her head so it hit the stone floor hard, as Snape came hard inside her, grunting and growling like a savage wildcat himself. He pulled out roughly, re-arranged his robes and threw Hermione's robes to her. She pulled them on, shaking.

"Bastard," she spat at him, sobbing harshly "You know I'm going to tell everybody now. You'll be fired for sure." Hermione got to her feet unsteadily and reached out for the door handle.

"No, Miss Granger, you wont tell anyone." He picked up his wand and reached out towards her again, running his fingers across her nipple, through the thin fabric of her school robes. She quivered with dread

"It'll be our little secret, Hermione. Obliviate." He whispered, pointing his wand at her.

Hermione's expression went blank, the tears drying on her cheeks, before she walked out the door and back up to the hospital wing.
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