Confrontation

Going to Harvest

Hermione knocked on Snape’s office door. It was yanked open immediately, Professor Snape scowling down at her blackly.

“You’re late, Miss Granger. Ten points from Gryffindor,” he snapped, walking back into the office, Hermione followed, her face in a frown.

“But you just gave me thirty points for winning the competition,” she complained as he shoved a satchel into her hands.

“Yes, I gave them to you, Miss Granger, but it is up to you to keep them,” the Potions Master replied with a nasty smirk as he picked up another satchel and strode out of the office, Hermione running out behind him.

Snape shut the door and pulled out his wand, warding it securely.

He looked at the witch imperiously. Hermione stared back at him.

“Keep up, or it will cost you more points,” he growled, taking off down the corridor, robes billowing.

Hermione hurried to keep up, thinking all the while that the wizard intended on taking back every point he’d given her. He was the Head of Slytherin after all, and there was the house cup to think about. She should have known he wouldn’t give Gryffindor house a heads up. The bastard.

They entered the main hall then Snape stopped at the main doors and made several intricate motions with his wand. The doors opened and he walked through, followed by Hermione. The wizard turned and made the intricate motions again, warding the doors back.

“Come along,” he said, looking up at the sky.

Hermione kept up, panting a bit as she and the Professor made their way across the grounds, past Hagrid’s hut and into the Forbidden forest. The trees were close and the forest dark. Snape pulled out his wand.

“Lumos,” he said, the tip lighting brightly. He stepped over roots, and ducked under low branches, taking a rather convoluted route through the thick trees instead of a path. Hermione soon lost her bearings as they continued through the thick darkness. She couldn’t find her way out of here if she were to get lost. She moved so close to the Professor she stepped on his robes, checking him. He spun on her.

“Watch where you are stepping you clumsy girl! Five points from Gryffindor!” he hissed at her before turning and walking forward again.

Hermione fought back a curse and continued to follow Snape, wishing he’d trip over something and break his big nose. But the wizard moved through the forest easily. He was familiar with it.

Finally they came to a clearing just as the moon rose, its light illuminating the area brightly. There were plants with closed buds scattered about the clearing. They lifted their heads and blossomed into pale trumpet shaped flowers.

“Open your bag, take out the knife and cut as many plants as you can!” Snape hissed, his bag already open, knife in hand. He darted into the clearing and began quickly cutting the plants.

Hermione hurried over and examined one of the plants.

“Professor, this isn’t fluxweed. It’s moonflower,” she called over to him.

“I know what they are you twit! Start cutting!” the wizard hissed back at her, “And hurry! If a cloud covers the moon the flowers will close and won’t open for another month! Get to work!”

Hermione began cutting…thinking Professor Lecter was crazy. There was no way Professor Snape found her at all appealing. If he did, he would at least act nicer. Wizards that wanted to fuck witches always acted nice. How else could they do it?

“Rape,” a small voice said in the back of her mind. It sounded a lot like Professor Lecter.

“That’s insane,” Hermione said to herself.

Professor Snape wasn’t paying her any attention as he worked swiftly and deftly, gathering the cut blooms in his pale hands.

At least, that’s what she thought.

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A/N: Thanks for reading.