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Finding Pleasures	By : reznor12 Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 11935 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Hermione
- 2-Hermione & Daphne
- 1
- 2
Hermione
Hermione Granger was angry, no beyond that, livid. That such a fantasy mongering charlatan would dare call her mind mundane was incomprehensible, she tested at genius level IQ at the age of ten after all, and unlike many child prodigies, this girl had every intention of meeting her potential. That wasn't the worst part though, no that was the fact she had never taken the class with any intention of actually being able to do it, nobody could unless born with the gift, no it was just another unit she could take with her friends Ron and Harry. But that cow had to go and ruin that as well, mocking her in front of her friends, making her look stupid. If there was one thing she hated more than anything, more than being called a mudblood or ugly, it was being called stupid. Being smart was Hermione's thing, her defining feature, the aspect that set her apart from everyone else, and that cow had undermined it. And that was a mistake.
Reaching the end of the hall Hermione barged into an empty classroom and reached into her shirt, from which she pulled out her small golden Time-Turner. In her left hand she held her wand pointed at her feet, with careful figure eight movements she began chanting lowly under her breath. Giving the Turner one small turn with her right hand, she set the device in action. She had searched for a good few days to find a spell that would freeze an area in space, before finally having to adapt several together to get the desired effect, and hours of practice to be able to use it and the Time-Turner at the same time. She turned to the side once done, only to see herself.
Not ten minutes after receiving the Time-Turner, brainy witch had run off to research everything she could about time travel, only for once her research had brought up more questions than actual answers. Of the few things in her life she had been fairly certain of, one was that travelling into the past was impossible, not just improbable like magic, but actually physically impossible, even when you factor magic into the equation. She had been told two things when she got the Time-Turner from McGonagall, the first that horrible things happen to those who meddle with time, the second to never to lose or damage a Time-Turner that was in use. She'd then spent days messing about with time to no ill effects, so she concluded that either; the McGonagall was wrong, she wasn't messing with time, or time was somehow finite. Despite her forays in testing the first warning, she was rather unwilling to risk testing the second, gathering that that one was much more likely to hold muster.
Then about three weeks into the year, Hermione had accidentally run into herself, an odd experience to say the least. She had gone into the toilets after charms to go back in time to do some research. She had made it back to the toilets under her invisibility cloak, spying Ron and Harry waiting for her to come out. She had been a couple seconds early, so when she entered the stall and took off her cloak there were a few seconds where she and herself had stared at each other, needless to say she had found it a supremely eerie experience.
It was that moment she had realised things were not right. That should have already happened, she should have remembered it from the other perspective, but she didn't. She had spent weeks trying to figure it out, and eventually she of course did. It all came down to three things, space, time, and perception. One of the first things she had learned in her research was that nobody knew who had invented Time-Turners, nor when, or why. There were thousands of them throughout the world, all seemingly of the same unknown origin. But one thing was clear, the name was a rather inaccurate. Time-Turners did nothing to turn back time, not even close, though they did do some interesting things with space.
From what she could ascertain, Time-Turners logged your locations in space, all based on some fixed reference point that she had yet to figure out. She had managed to get at this information with some rather complex charms, though it had been quite delicate work. This she had expected, as the turner moved you back in space when used so it would need a guide. But she was never able to find any information about locations in Time though. Such information would have to exist to travel back in time, but she had searched thoroughly enough to be quite certain it was just not there, so the only conclusion she could make was that it did not send to you back in time at all. It baffled her for a long while, if she was not going back in time, then how could she be in several places at once, and funny enough the answer came to her while dreaming one night.
She had been dreaming of a time when she was a child, about 8, and had been taken to a science conference by her father. It was one of her favourite memories of her childhood, been surrounded by the best and brightest of science, being adored for her intelligence rather than mocked. She was sitting listening to a lecture about the malleability of the human mind, how the world as we perceive it was controlled by the brain. That professor had talked about how using MRI he could alter a patients perception of the self, the underlying concept of their own existence, and make that perception of self external to the patients body. He could make the patient believe that they were being shadowed, by themselves.
Hermione had woke from the dream with the euphoric start of epiphany, she had it, she understood how it worked. The Time-Turner was not sending her back in time, it was altering her very perception, it was changing how she viewed her own actions. At that point she didn't grasp how or why it was like that, but it was the start. By now she understood that what Time-Turner was doing was essentially creating duplicates of her, that was the simple part to grasp. For some bazaar reason she had yet to figure out, it also covered up that fact. It hid that it was only creating duplicates by altering the wearer perceptions. She had run some diagnostics on her mind and found a multitude of things that just weren't right, sections missing or slightly damaged, entire segments of memories lost, it was all subtle, but there if you looked hard enough. The Time-Turner was having her perform actions, then erasing or replacing the memories of them. It would create a double, which would go off and do what it needed to do, go to Muggle Studies for example, and the Turner would erase the entire memory of the event, leaving her with only the memory of being at Muggle studies. It would then create the illusion of travelling back later on.
It was all a maddeningly complicated ruse, a stupidly brilliant method of fooling someone into thinking they were time travelling. Needless to say she, with careful concealed consultation from a select few others, had spent hours studying, remodelling, and removing much of the charms on the device. Her mind had become so fixated on the project of a lifetime she'd completely forgot that she would actually need to give it back at the end of the year.
Back in the present Hermione was staring at what was in all senses of the word a perfect copy of herself, a thrilling, if still a little unnerving exercise. No illusions, no tampering with her mind, just a copy. For the time being she was only countering the odd side effect of randomly teleporting her around to places she had been earlier, as she had yet to figure out why on earth it was just choosing random location now it had no specific point to take her to.
“Think of a number. Memorise it, and write it on that piece of paper over there.” The original Hermione said to the doppelgänger, who did so without comment. She fiddled about with the turner again and the second Hermione faded from view. Inside her mind, the number 1729 popped into her mind, bringing a smile to her face. Moving over to the piece of paper, she opened the fold to see the number 1729 written, confirming to her that what was learned by the copy, would be passed to her still since the last change she made to the tuner this morning. She ran this test every day, and after every change she made to the turner, just to be sure.
“Do you really need to run that damn test every time?” a voice came from the door, startling the bright girl.
“Merlin I hate it when you do that. And yes I do, its important.” Hermione replied.
“You are supposed to ward the room... Anyway, I heard you ran out of Divination, naughty naughty.” the other girl commented. Hermione finally turned round to face the intruder, a beautiful blonde girl of middling height, and a slender build.
“SHE CALLED ME MUNDANE!” Hermione yelled hysterically.
“Easy there tiger, I’m not judging you. I never took the class for a reason. Now what are you going to do about it?” she asked.
“I was... going to do something... I dunno, trash her room room or something.” Hermione said uncharacteristically.
“Oh how very un-Hermione-like.”
“Well she shouldn't be so mean!” Hermione snapped, and went even redder when the blonde started laughing. “What are you doing here anyway Daphne?”
“I came to see if you were okay, I heard some forth years saying they saw you run off all of a tither.” Daphne Greengrass said with a smile.
“No I'm not okay. Calling me mundane...” the brainy girl trailed off.
“Well lets get on with it then, I have a free period, so we should be able to create some havoc in the meantime.”
“Your coming with me?” Hermione asked.
“Of course, I wouldn't miss out on the chance to see Miss Goody Goody Hermione Granger being naughty for anything.”
Creating another copy, Hermione sent it off to Arithmancy, having bigger shawly fish to fry. Putting on the invisibility cloak that she had acquired, and letting Daphne under as well, they waited in the shadow of the doorway for a stream of students to pass by. Hermione had learned in her first week with the cloak that she had been spoiled by Harry's damn near perfect one, so the extra cover of a shadow, or even just avoiding flickering lights, became vital in not being seen. The students past, they headed up the rickety ladder and through the trap door. Entering into the classroom, Daphne flicked her wand at the trap door and with a whisper locked it with several charms, and they quietly followed Trelawney through to her quarters.
The small office/bedroom was just as overbearingly upholstered as the classroom, with a ridiculous amount of curtains and hanging fabric all over the walls, inexplicable cushions strewn about the place, and a bed that was almost indistinguishable from a pile of rags. All in all it screamed hippy to every sense possessed, utterly obnoxious in its ability to merge together little mystical titbits from a dozen individually fascinating cultures, never actually attaining any of the wonder of those cultures, just parts superficially strange enough to pull her witless fancy. It was in a word, pathetic.
The professor seemed to be preparing to take a nap as she, unlike a full-time professor, could afford to be lazy, having the benefit of only teaching half the week, and even then so few people took her subject beyond third year that she only had half days as well. To Hermione and Daphne's simultaneous horror and fascination, the older woman was removing her many shawls, though Hermione had to admit that for a borderline crazy recluse, the nut did have a okay figure. Down to her skin, she got into the bed, reached over to a clock on the bedside table, twisted a nob on it until it landed on two, and fell straight asleep.
“I've read about those, they're called Narc-o-Clocks, they're bound to a person and used to help those who struggled to sleep.” Hermione said, knowing that the woman would not be waking up any time soon.
“Pureblood.” Daphne said in lazy drawl, her face showing Slytherin smirk, pointing at herself.
“Right, I forgot.” Hermione replied, she was always talking to people like they were somehow less knowledgeable than her. “It's a character flaw, I'm working on it.”
“Anyway, this is perfect, you can actually get some proper revenge.” Daphne said with a evil grin
Hermione was fighting temptation, she had come here to enact petty revenge of some kind, maybe burn some of her clothes or trash her room, but this was almost too good to be true. Here they were standing in a room, the cow who had belittled her completely at there mercy, and the only thing she could think of to do was something she had promised herself to only ever do in an emergency. It was maddeningly tempting
Hermione had always known she had a great propensity for pettiness, she had once released the hand break of her next door neighbours convertible because his daughter Mary had stolen her book, it had worked out even better as Mary the known troublemaker had been blamed for the ensuing wreckage at the bottom of the hill. It was on that girl a year later that Hermione realised the ability she was so tempted to use. It was a constant struggle for her, to fight the urge to get petty revenge for every little slight, she usually sated her incessant desire for revenge by outclassing everyone in grades, but that wouldn't work here, and she just couldn't resist breaking out the big guns.
“You're gonna dig around in there, aren't you?” Daphne asked intuitively. It was scary how well the blonde had gotten to know the lion over the summer. She had become Hermione's only true confidant, the only person who saw the real her, and accepted it.
Hermione nodded, it was just too tempting to fight. Moving over to the bed, she crawled over the professor, safe in the knowledge that she would be out for the count for two hours, she sat lightly on the woman’s stomach. Bending forwards she took the teachers head between her hands, and rested her forehead against the older woman's. With a almost lazy stab of concentration, she forced her way into Trelawney's mind.
As she expected things were in no real order, sure it had the basic order that all minds do, but not the higher order that a gifted magical being should have. Her memories assaulted Hermione quickly, flashing faster than they could be comprehended, she assumed that this was because she was dreaming, as it had never happened to her before. Focusing past the surface the flashing stopped and she was able to hone in on some more specific things. She noted obvious mental scaring, someone had obviated her on numerous occasions, no, more than that, someone had being running wild throughout this mind for a very long time. Sadly they had also done a very good job of it, as there was nothing left behind for Hermione to snoop about in, though she could feel a lingering remnant of whoever it was. Moving on, she went about her purpose and directed herself to the teachers ambitions. Doing some tweaking and meddling she was able to change it so that her deepest desire became to leave Hogwarts, move to a Asia, as the students hated her anyway, and follow her dream to live a life of contemplation. Her work done Hermione messed about with the dream for a bit, twisting it into a rather horrible nightmare about students torturing her, then pulled out to leave the dream to take its horrible course.
Looking over at the clock, she noted her little trip had taken a little longer than expected, time meant little inside someone’s mind, what could seem minutes could be hours, and hours minutes, she had been in there for nearly an hour. Staring down at the woman now writhing in obvious discomfort at her dream, but unlike a normal sleeper unable to wake from it, she smiled in satisfaction. Thinking getting rid of a bad teacher along with getting her own revenge was a job well done.
“Took your time. What did you do in the end?” Daphne asked, sitting on top of a the wreckage of the room.
“Well you have been busy.” Hermione commented at the mess, but moved on the explain what she had done.
“So no more Trelawney at Hogwarts then? A tad harsh don't you think?” the blonde quizzed.
“I may have gone a bit over the top. But at least now she won't be predicting Harry's death every two minutes.” Hermione replied, but her mind was elsewhere.
Hermione remembered now why she loved to do that so much as a child, the sense of power entering and manipulating someone’s mind gave you was overwhelming. It was her first indication of accidental magic, and due to its subtle nature why her magic went unnoticed until much later than most muggle borns. She spent much of her childhood digging around in other peoples minds, learning new things, getting her way. When she was 9 she realised that her power was much more dangerous than she ever knew. She had thought that Mary, the first girl she had used it on had just moved away, but just after her 9^th birthday she found out that Mary had been taken into permanent care at a mental hospital right after Hermione had dug around her mind. She made herself a promise to only use her ability if she was in trouble, a promise she had just broken again.
“Stop it Hermione.” Daphne said, pulling the brainy girl into a hug. “Things have changed, you have changed. You're older now, and much more experienced with magic, and its not like you haven't read everything ever written on the subject. Sure it was a bit harsh, but you did everyone a favour, nobody liked her. Besides, Dumbles should not be hiring frauds...” she said the latter with a harsh twang to her voice.
Feeling a rush of knowledge entering her mind knocked Hermione off centre, noting the time, she realised her Arithmancy class was over. The knew knowledge telling her that she was 'in' the toilet on the first floor, she knew it would be a rush to get there in a reasonable time.
“My copy just disappeared, I need to get down to the first floor. It's been fun Daphne.” Hermione announced.
“Yeah well the fun's just beginning for me. Later Hermione.” Daphne said, crawling onto the bed. Hermione just gave her a look that was something between resigned and guilty, then left. She did not pretend to endorse Daphne's kinks, but she had come to accept them to a degree, it was not like she could hold the moral high ground on the matter.
Daphne had always possessed a vicious nature, ever since childhood she had enjoyed watching things in pain. Whatever Hermione had done to Trelawney's dreams, it was now causing her to writhe about on the bed in pain, unable to wake. This was like porn for the Slytherin, and it did not take more than 10 seconds after Hermione had left for her clothes to hit the floor. She pulled the covers off off the older woman, laid down beside her, and began furiously masturbating as cries and whimpers filled the room. This little act did not even scratch the surface of the levels of depravity that Daphne managed to fit into that short hour, but nobody insulted Hermione and got away with it any more, she had become rather protective of the girl in their short friendship.
Meanwhile Hermione was waiting for someone to open the door to the bathroom, and slipped in when a little first year girl did. Finding the stall, with practised ease she opened a little, slipped in removed her cloak then walked out. Like usual she could hear a good degree of moaning coming from the stalls, the result of hormones, magics effect on them, and how frustration directly effects magic. Most girls took care to give themselves at least 2 or 3 orgasms a day, sometimes even helping each other out, though the latter was always done secretly, it would not do to cause a scandal. It was one of the reasons Harry was so inconsistent with his spells, she had grilled him about it once, and he confessed that though he tried to take care of it, sometimes he just couldn't do the job. The poor boy was so messed up in so many ways, no matter how much she tried to advise him, it seemed the mountain of his problems was just insurmountable, she truly feared his magic would overwhelm him one day. Walking out the bathroom she spotted the boy in question, with the lovable buffoon Ron alongside him, walking towards her.
“Hey Hermione, Ginny said she saw you going into the toilet like a quarter of an hour ago, what do you girls do in there?” Ron asked, causing Hermione to rethink the lovable part, he was becoming more and more obnoxious theses days.
“Play Quidditch... What do think we do Ronald, we go to the bathroom.” she snapped.
“For fifteen minutes? Woah Hermione, I think you need to change your diet.” the redhead digged.
“That's rich coming from a boy who eats enough meat to clog the arteries of a bull elephant.”
“Hey how about we go down to the lake for a few hours before curfew?” Harry interrupted before Ron could come back with rebuttal.
“Thanks Harry, but I want to do go to the Library, I'll see you both later.” she replied, giving him a weak smile in thanks for the distraction.
“Sure, Later.” Harry said, Ron just grunted.
As Hermione walked away, she thought she could hear Harry berating Ron about asking girls personal questions, and she knew then that he had put two and two together and come up with masturbation. Not a bad guess, then again he was never as dumb as he played, which she was guessing was another remnant from his childhood. She had given up on cracking that egg a long time ago, if he wanted to talk about it she would listen, but she was though bugging him about it, she had the beginnings of a plan to maybe get some answers, but it was not ready for prime time yet. She was tempted to do as she said and go to the Library, but seeing the boy she recently punched all but dragging Pansy Parkinson towards the dungeons intrigued her. Taking a furtive glance around to check the coast was clear, she threw on her cloak and followed.
They must have walked for a good five minutes, Hermione just a few steps behind the pair. Draco was definitely in control of this little escapade, pulling and pushing a compliant and docile Pansy round corners, through nooks and crannies, until he finally pulled her into a room. Hermione was just able to slip in after the pair before the room was locked. Though she was sure she could get out if she wanted, for all intents and purposes, if she wanted to remain hidden, she was trapped. Looking round the room, it seemed to be one of many tutoring rooms throughout the school, large enough to teach magic, but small enough to be suitable for one on one studies.
“Strip.” Draco commanded, sharply drawing Hermione's gaze back to the pair.
Hermione was shocked to see that the girl actually complied, robotically removing garments, a dead look in her eyes. Hermione was truly unsure of what to do, it was obvious Pansy was not doing this willingly, that she felt she had to do it. Should she intervene? That would be a problem, the student body and most of the staff where best off not knowing about her invisibility cloak, so she would have to get the drop on Draco and deal with the problem herself. Then there was the fact that this was a pureblood, Daphne had made it very clear to her that she was already on shaky grounds after punching him, the only thing stopping him causing her issues was the embarrassment of the act, if she was to magically attack him she could get into huge trouble if caught, which she would be, as he was way too skilled a wizard to be taken lightly. There was also the risk that he had mental defences, which with a ex-Death Eater for a father would be certain, so using her talent would be risky at best. Never mind that she truly did not know all the facts, if they were betrothed for example, this would be an entirely acceptable thing, and by getting involved she would actually be breaking the law. All in all she came to the decision that she was going to have to be a witness in the affair, had this been last year she would have blundered on, but she knew now how precarious the muggle born position was, she just couldn't risk the consequences. That did not mean she wouldn't be investigating further however.
Stripped bare, Pansy was not much to look at. Seemingly a late bloomer, her breasts were little more than bumps, and her hips were only just beginning to plump. Combined with her height and pug face she looked rather unattractive, so she almost understood when Draco grabbed her, turned her around, and bent her over the desk Hermione was standing behind. Draco evidently didn't waste time on actually preparing his partners, and was soon pounding away behind her. His grunts and moans had an almost feminine quality to them, and his efforts at aggression was almost pitiful. By his muttered comments all revolving around 'damn dirty mudblood', it would seem Draco was taking out his frustrations with her on Pansy, which did amp up the guilt she was feeling considerably. Moving round the table, to her surprise she could see that Draco was taking her anally. She was barely holding in her laughter at his rather unimpressive size, so when he came with a squeak, and after only a couple of minutes, she had to actually bite her hand to keep quiet. The blond was just as quick to zip up and leave as he was to actually do the deed, leaving Pansy to slowly get dressed.
As Pansy left, Hermione decided that she should probably follow her and see if she could figure anything out. The Slytherin was not walking with any particular limp or change in gait, so factoring in the general air of acceptance she gave off, Hermione surmised that this was a regular occurrence. That she did not bother to fight him off indicated that she either would not or could not. He could have something to blackmail her with, maybe something personal or about her family. He could be threatening to harm her if she didn't comply, though that he could actually follow through with that threat at school was unlikely. He could be forcing her with magic, or some kind of bond, maybe a betrothal bond or vassalage. From what Hermione had read such things were not uncommon with pure bloods, though not really talked about. It was such a mystery.
Before she realised it, they had made it down to the Slytherin dorms. Hermione had to make the quick decision whether to risk following Pansy in, and decided that after missing out last year, this was just too good an opportunity to pass up. So as the brunette passed through the temporarily open wall, Hermione followed her in. Pansy seemed to pass through the common room as one who wished to be invisible, it was plain to see that she was in no mood for confrontation.

“Pansy! Draco here was just telling me how slack that arse of yours is, such a dirty little slut you're becoming. If only Draco here would share the wealth.” an older boy sneered at the girl, who after a second to compose herself, just gave the older boy a look of pure contempt. In reply the man-boy in question petted the head of a young girl, who Hermione only now noticed was sitting beside his chair. “You should take a leaf out of Lauren here's book, she's such a good little girl.”
“I've told you she's off limits. It's not her choice to not touch you Flint, not that I would share with you anyway.” Draco said. “Her dad was quite clear that I could take anything but her cunt myself, but nobody else was to touch her. So keep your hands off if you know what's good for you.”
“Is that a threat Draco? Because I doubt you could take me.” Flint snarled.
“It is, but not from me. You don't want to get on the wrong side of both my father, and Pansy's do you? She is my betrothed, and only I get to touch her.”
“Oh fine, I have my little Lauren here anyway. It's just that... while Pansy may be an ugly thing, there's a beauty in fucking a uggo, you can mess them up all you want, it makes no difference because there already all messed up.” Flint commented cruelly.
“Yeah, but you don't have to marry the thing. I mean look at her, she looks like someone hit her with a shovel.” Draco quipped back, and to Hermione's further irritation, Pansy just stood there and took it. She at least did not have the same air of depression that she had shown when Draco had been doing his thing, but the closest she was getting to defiance was the look of disgust on her face.
The pair seemed to lose interest in verbally torturing the girl, Draco went over to talk with Nott, and Flint pulled the young girl Lauren up into his lap and trust his hand into her knickers. Hermione had seen enough, she had to find someone to tell about this. Just as she was going to leave, the common room door opened, and Professor Snape came in, followed by Daphne. Daphne sniffed the air for a second, and Hermione realised she needed to stop wearing the little perfume she did, as the blonde had thrown a quizzing glance right at where she was standing.
“Evening all.” he announced dryly, but it seemed to carry to all quarters of the room, all the student in the dorms filed into the common room at the greeting, he seemed already more friendly than she had ever seen him. “Flint could you at least stop while I am in to room, I really don't need see either your or her genitals.”
Hermione was completely thunderstruck. Here she was, about to go and tell a teacher that what looked like a first year was being assaulted by a seventh year, and Snape not only seemed to know, but also not care. It shook her, shook her to the very core. That he would just walk in on something like that and not care, like sex with a minor was nothing, was more than worrying.
“Draco, if I see you dragging Pansy off like that again I will be most displeased. The headmaster allows for Slytherin traditions to go on inside the dorms, and barely tolerates marriage contracts at all, so you will not do that outside these rooms again.” The Slytherin head lectured.
“But she is my Betrothed, the headmaster can't do anything about us can he?”
“He can make our lives hard. He may not be able to do anything about you and Pansy, but he can make your lived hard in a thousand other ways, and even your dad will come down on you if you ruin Slytherin traditions for the rest of your classmates. He is happy to ignore what goes on inside the dorms if it keeps you lot from bugging the rest of the school, but he will start clamping down if you go romping around the place. He has enough to deal with Gryffindors breaking every possible rule in the school, never mind trying to control the crazy experiments the Ravens come up with, and Flitwick is more hindrance than help there. The only two houses that don't give him a shed load of trouble are the Puffs who are so dull he can ignore, and us Snakes because he trusts I will keep it contained to the dorms.” the greasy man continued.
“Sorry sir, I'll keep it to the dorms.”
“Good. Look you aren't the first I've warned, and you won't be the last. It has taken the deep loyalty that comes from mutual benefit to keep our traditions secret for so long, but sometimes leaks need to be plugged, and that’s where the Headmaster and myself have to step in. Please make our jobs easier on this matter, it's hard enough for your father and I to keep the Headmaster on board without giving him reasons to fight us.”
“I will sir.” Draco promised, it was obvious to Hermione that he held Snape in high esteem, as she had never seen him act so obedient before.
“Moving on. It's come to my attention that we will be hosting the Tri-Wizard tournament next year, and I wish to make something clear right now. None of you, and I mean this, none of you will be taking part.” he raised his hand and gave his silencing glare as some older students began to object. “Not only is it a ridiculously Gryffindorish thing to do, but the prize money is so damnably low that it isn't worth the risk. 1000 galleons is not worth your time, never mind your life. Though I have assurances that precautions will be put in place to protect against death, I also have some idea what the tasks are, and don't trust the precautions. So as I say, nobody here will enter. Understood?” Snape paused as the room muttered affirmations, then he rose.
“Oh and do make at least some pretence towards getting your homework done, if I get any more grief from the other teachers I will bring it down on you. Night all.” he said as he turned to leave. Not wanting to miss her chance to leave, the still shell-shocked Hermione followed him out, as she was leaving she glanced back to see Flint with is tongue down the young girl throat.
She had so much information to process, and so many decisions to make, that Hermione decided to go up to her bed and think. Finally reaching seventh floor, she covertly removed her cloak and joined the procession of students entering the tower. With a quick goodnight to Ron and Harry who were sitting playing chess, she went up to her room with a lot on her mind, most chiefly, why had Daphne not told her?

Authors notes :
I know the orgasm linked to magic thing had been used before, but for the life of me I cannot remember where I read it, so I can't credit it. If anyone thinks they know where, give me a bell and if it is where I got it from, I'll add a credit. This is a standing thing, as it is easy for an idea to come out of my head without me realising its from another ff, I've read that many...
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