Chapter 8


“Please, please, don’t scream,” said Snape, eyes closed from his position on the floor.

Hermione swallowed hard.

“Why shouldn’t I?” she asked quietly.

He looked up at her. She was perched on the edge of the desk, shivering slightly. Snape sat cross legged on the floor and held both hands out to her.

“I am completely unarmed,” he said. He stared at the bottle in her hand. “I swear I will not harm you. What, in the name of Ptolemy is that?”

“Polyjuice Reversal,” Hermione said. He noticed she looked a bit smug, even though she still seemed to be afraid.

“That’s impossible,” he spat out at her. “It doesn’t exist.”

“I assure you, it does,” said Hermione, fingering the bottle. She looked suspiciously at him, then passed him the bottle.

Snape looked suspiciously at the bottle before he took it from her.

“How did you do it?” he asked looking up at her sharply. He unscrewed the top of the bottle and sniffed. It faintly smelled of sage. His nose wrinkled.

“I saw the partial recipe in An Anthology of Greek Influence : Theoretical Applications in Modern Potion Brewing,” she replied.

“ What? Theogem’s Theory?” he looked at her an eyebrow quirked. “Bunch of bunk, people have tried to prove it for years.”

“It was flawed.” Hermione said flatly. “I corrected it. I believe you’re trying to distract me.”

“I believe you’re right.” Snape said lowering the potion bottle to his lap. His expression changed. She recognized it vaguely as the one Draco had given her when they last parted. “I- I don’t know what to tell you. I-I have no excuse for my actions. But I…” Snape looked up at her. His voice trailed off.

Hermione shifted on the edge of the desk. He realized she was pressing her legs as closely together as she could. She was fidgeting with her hands in her lap.

His shoulders slumped and his gaze dropped. “What I did was unforgivable. I will take full responsibility for- for anything you may wish to charge me with.”

“Why?” she said tightly.

Snape looked back up at her. His features weren’t snarling, his gaze softened. His head was slightly tilted and a wisp of black hair hung in his eyes.

Hermione thought of Draco over her, mouthing her name, running into the classroom, clasping her hands to his lips. She blushed furiously.

His gaze traveled from her face down her throat and further, following the deep red flush. He felt a stirring in his groin.

‘Bad timing!’ he thought frantically. ‘Basic Improved Hearing Potion: 4 liters water, bring to a rolling boil. Slowly add 2 whiskers of a ferret, 2 tablespoons powdered mushrooms…’ his thoughts trailed off as his gaze traveled down.

She wrapped the Invisibility Cloak around herself, giving the image of her being a head floating in space. With fuzzy red feet about 4 feet away.

“Less distracted?” she asked, annoyed.

“Would you like me to summon the Headmaster, Miss Granger?” asked Snape.

She rolled the idea over in her head. Ginny had no idea. She would have to explain exactly how the opportunity has arisen. She chewed her bottom lip and shivered.

“Miss Granger, if you are freezing we could go to my office. A couch would be more comfortable than that desk and I can summon food for you.” Snape said. “I will try to explain myself the best I can. I owe you that, at least. You may have me summon the Headmaster anytime you wish.”

Hermione nodded hesitantly. She slid off the desk and stood before him. He rose before her. She pulled her lips inside her mouth and bit down in an effort not to laugh. It was in vain.

Snape stood before her, his robes split across the back. The arms were too short for his long limbed form, just coming to the forearm. The hem came to just below his knees. His skinny pale legs protruded from the bottom and flared out into large feet, now bare. The way too small shoes lay beside him on the floor.

He cocked an eyebrow at her. She regained composure. Barely.

“Lead please,” she managed to choke out.

He bent over to pick up his shoes. He heard hysterical giggling behind him. Snape grabbed the back of his robes and firmly pulled down, quickly standing up and trying miserably to remain dignified.

He stalked out and headed to his office. He heard her padding after him. Halfway to his office they heard a low moan. They froze. Snape looked at Hermione. She shrugged. He put a finger to his lips. She looked at him like he was daft and motioned him close to her. She cupped a hand around his ear and barely whispered.

“What do you plan on doing wearing that?”

He drew back and looked at her. Then he looked down at himself. He began to snicker. She clamped a hand over his mouth. He tried to regain his composure. She removed her hand and they slowly padded towards Snapes potions classroom.

They paused at the door. Another low moan came from within. Hermione and Snape looked at each other. Hermione pulled her wand out of the small bag and muttered a silencing charm at the hinges on the door. Snape nodded at her, impressed. He reached for the door handle and slowly turned. Through the door they could view a leg, draped over the side of Snapes desk.

“Of all the nerve!” he whispered annoyed. Hermione elbowed him to the side and leaned in to get a better look. She edged the door open, barely, carefully, slowly, just a little. Just to get a better look. Her heart sunk as she saw a familiar red ponytail fall across deep red mahogany.

Hermione’s heart sunk and she pulled back. Snape looked at her, concerned. He peered into the door to view what she had seen. As he sat there staring at the crack in the door, she crossed the hall. She leaned against the wall, tilting her head back, trying to blank out her mind.

Snape stared at Ginny Weasley, naked and moaning across his desk. Her legs were wrapped around none other than Hogwarts Head Boy, Draco Malfoy.


Ginny had stared at her canopy for hours. She wanted him. She remembered his smell, his taste, he was an intoxication to be savored again and again. His blue eyes plagued her dreams, the whip of his tongue whipped her into a frenzy. She saw him staring in her direction at meals, between classes. He had to do bed checks. She rose from her bed and wrapped her thickest robes around her. She reached under her bed and retrieved her gray fuzzy slippers.

Draco was walking his usual route down the dungeons when he came upon an unusual site.

“What are you doing here, Weasley?” he sneered at her.

He looked at her. She had a deep red cloak wrapped around her shoulders. Underneath she had a deep green dressing gown. Her fine breasts sagged slightly underneath, braless and bare. Her nipples hardened in the cold dungeon air. From underneath her gown two huge gray fluff balls peered out. He cocked his head to one side, before returning his gaze to her breasts.

In three even strides she had crossed the space between them and smashed her lips to his. He froze, surprised. Her hand snaked down between his legs and squeezed.

His mind exploded.

She kissed him frantically over his jawbone before reaching his ear. He reached up and cupped one breast, vaguely wondering if she was going to slap him, but she pressed into him.

“I want to feel your cock sliding over my tongue,” she breathed in his ear, running her thumb over his head.

He fell into the wall behind him and tried to keep his legs from buckling.

“I have private rooms,” he panted out as Ginny put one of her legs between his and ground herself into his thigh.

“Too far,” she mumbled.

He looked around frantically. He took her by the arm and pulled her.

“In here,” he whispered.

He pulled her into Snapes classroom. She began to giggle. He picked up her small form and flung her over his shoulder, smacking her soundly on her bottom. Ginny giggled madly.

Draco set her down on Snapes desk, parting Ginnys legs and wrapping an arm around her small waist. The other hand snaked up her gown and Draco tangled his fingers in curly red hair. He was surprised at her boldness, her hand grasping at him.

Ginny reached down and began undoing the buttons of his trousers. His eyes widened as he felt bare skin grasp him. He pushed a finger gently forward into soft wetness. She moaned and tried to push her legs together, only to find her motion blocked by his legs.

“I thought you wanted to swallow me,” he coaxed into her ear.

“Do you want that?” she asked.

He nodded, leaning into her, his cheek pressed to hers.

They switched positions and he leaned against the desk, trousers discarded, her tongue wrapped around him.

He gazed down at her in a lust driven haze. Her eyes were riveted to his. He watched as her mouth slid down his shaft and back up, flicking her tongue across his head. He closed his eyes and snaked a hand through her red hair, gently.

“Ginny,” he swallowed. “I have to…”

Ginny pulled her mouth away from him and stood up. He leaned over and kissed her. He leaned her onto the desk and ran his tongue over her teeth. She moaned as she felt him nudge her mound.

“Yes,” she hissed in her ear.

He pushed forward, finding himself sheathed in Ginny. He undid her cloak and pulled her nightgown over her head.

Her fingers fumbled at his shirt and ran themselves over an expanse of smooth white skin. He gasped at her touch and thrusted forward violently.

She looked down thoughtfully and took a pinkish nipple between her thumb and forefinger and squeezed. He moaned and dipped his head down to take one of her nipples in his mouth. Her lags wrapped around his waist and squeezed.

He slammed down harder on her. He slid a hand between her legs and stimulated Ginny to climax.

She vibrated around him, screaming his name. He continued thrusting rapidly and exploded inside her.


Snape walked over to Hermione and took her arm.

“Come along, love,” he said softly leading her to his office.

She walked numbly with him. They stopped in front of a picture of a snake, wrapped around an olive branch.

“ Open Sesame,” he barked out.

Hermione looked at him oddly. He shrugged at her.

Her eyes fell on a teakettle setting on a small burner. He followed her gaze.

“Oh! Please sit,” he gestured towards a dark green leather couch. He poured two cups of tea and sat them on the low mahogany table near her. “If you’ll excuse me for a few moments I’ll get into something more acceptable.”

He gave her a short bow before retreating into a door off to the side.

Hermione sat alone by herself on the couch. Her girlfriend was sleeping with Draco. She had slept with Snape. Ginny had slept with Snape. They had both slept with Snape. And Snape had called her love.

Life was getting really strange.