Confrontation

A Late Night Meeting

Professor Lecter was on his rounds. Since Sybil’s incident, each staff member had a night to do a final patrol before retiring. The muggle silently made his way through the corridors, ignoring the few students he heard shagging. He was looking for someone blood-thirsty, not hormonal. Besides, Lecter liked to see the animal nature indulged. He certainly indulged his own. He was just exiting the third floor corridor and about to mount the shifting stairwell when his maroon eyes narrowed.

Hermione Granger was making her way down the stairs, and it was after eleven o’clock. Hermione saw him and paled slightly. Professor Lecter was the last person she wanted to meet up with after his profiling of her. But she had to get to Snape’s office. She was already late.

Lecter stepped on to the shifting stairwell but didn’t move as Hermione walked toward him. He wore a slight smirk.

“Out after curfew Miss Granger. That calls for a loss of house points as well as a few detentions,” he purred when she stepped on the landing.

Hermione pulled out a piece of parchment and handed it to the muggle. Lecter scanned it, then gave a small leer, his eyes resting on Hermione’s face. She blushed horribly.

“A late night harvest with Professor Snape, eh, Miss Granger. I expect plucking plants is not the only act that will be performed tonight,” he said to her in his infuriating soft voice, “Of course you know the wizard is aware of your…shall we say…attraction to him.”

“Professor Snape wouldn’t care about that. He hates me. It’s just a crush anyway. I’ll get over it,” Hermione said, frowning. This wasn’t the kind of thing a staff member should be discussing with a student.

“Professor Snape will fuck you, Miss Granger. Be assured,” Lecter purred, “Probably tonight. There is a reason he is taking you into the woods. A forbidden forest to harvest forbidden fruit.”

”Stop talking to me like that,” Hermione said angrily, “I will report you Professor, I swear I will. It’s inappropriate.”

Lecter’s maroon eyes hardened for a moment, and he looked so sinister in that instant that Hermione felt a cold clench of fear inside. Then his face turned solemn.

“I am just trying to warn the lamb going to slaughter,” he said softly, “But go. Go among the wolves then. See what the bite brings, Miss Granger.”

“Professor Snape is a staff member of Hogwarts. He would never do what you are claiming he would. I am a student that he is giving a chance to learn something new,” Hermione said, still scowling at the teacher.

Lecter smirked.

“That he is, Miss Granger…that he is,” the muggle said, then he turned and mounted the next set of shifting stairs and rode away without another word.

Hermione turned and hurried down the stairs.

Professor Snape would be livid she was late, but she could always blame Professor Lecter.

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A/N: Another drabble.