Yes indeed, your writing is most excellent! Love the details..and the HEAT!!!!!
This story has been my favorite of yours thus far. It is beautifuly done to the point I wonder what you do for a living. It was intesley accurate. The character development perfect. Snape was astoundingly astute and gentle while holding on to his snarky rigidity that has led so many people to love him profoundly. The growth of both him and Hermione was satisfying to say the least.
DS,
Chapter 1.
Just started this. It was going all fine, without any hiccups until this came up:
“Yes . . . er . . . Mr Quidditch . . .” His deep, familiar tone was as dry as parchment. “I was of the understanding that we were simply on a day trip to the Museum of Abominations. Am I to assume that we were misinformed? Or is this, in fact, the aforementioned location, whereupon the abominations in question are a gaggle of former Hogwarts students masquerading as professionals?”
Oh fuck! Hahahahaha what a glorious was to end the chapter!
Fox xx
Chapter 2.
It seem it will be a difficult fight. Snape is too intelligent to just give in. He won't give up his secrets too easily, I wonder what will he want in return. A mutual therapy, perhaps? This Snape is unnerving.
And this hypnotherapist should be reprimanded for callind Dr Granger a stupid girl!
Fox xx
DS!
I really thought it was Snape!
Hypno-the-rapist woman is getting on my nerves! I know that the story is already complete, but can you write in someone slapping her? Please! It would make my day... Bitch... massage therapy...
Fox xx
Thaank you for sharing, great story!
“When Snape was under hypnosis.” She directed her statement to Lynch and George. “We delved into a few . . . memories. And one happened to be of Dr Granger here.” She threw her a snide sideways look before continuing. “He told me about catching Miss Granger masturbating inside one of the classrooms.”
“What!” Hermione leapt up so fast that her chair crashed to the ground behind her.
Simone shrugged. “He was very specific. I believe it to be a true recollection.”
Hermione was flushed and shaking with fury. “It’s a lie! A complete fabrication!”
Lynch stood and put a hand on Hermione’s shoulder. “What are you so worked up about? How many times have you been falsely accused of engaging in sexual acts?”
It was true. She’d lost count of the number of times she’d been implicated in sex scandals by projecting clients. But somehow this was different. She felt an overwhelming sense of unfairness. Perhaps it was young Hermione, the misunderstood child, returning to haunt her.
Catching the satisfied smirk on Simone’s face, Hermione turned on her heel before storming out the door. “I’m going to bed.”