Habeas Corpus

It\'s been a long time since I\'ve updated this story. In the last chapter, we\'ve learnt that there was another prophecy concerning the fall of the Dark Lord and the Hermione and Snape have to remain in disguise as Muggles. Now, the story weaves on. Be worn, this chapter contains STRONG EXPLICIT SEX scenes. Enjoy! Joga

Chapter 11 - Dreams

It\'s been a number of days since Snape left her apartment in such an awkward way. She tried to dissect his behaviour but to no avail. She called Ginny for help but Ginny was at a loss as well. Snape did not show up at the office too often now. He would call asking her is all was okay and then disappear.

\"Maybe, he just got scared.\" Said Ginny, sitting on Hermione\'s sofa.

\"Scared? Are you mad? He\'s a former Death Eater. They don\'t get scared.\" Replied Hermione.

\"Maybe \'former\' is the key word. I\'d say he fell for you in the process and now doesn\'t know what to boutbout it.\"

\"Ginny, be serious! He had no problems kissing me in public or sending me flowers. You won\'t convince me that it was all just part of the cover.\"

\"No, it wasn\'t. I think he felt really okay with himself for the first time in his life and his new image just made him do things. Then he realised that it wasn\'t just the image and he panicked.\"

\"What do you mean, not just the image?\'

\"Must you be so daft, \'Mione? He realised that he fell for you in the process. For real!\"

\"Let\'s assume you\'re right. What do you do when you have a problem?\"

\"I solve it.\"

\"That\'s not what I mean. When it\'s something you just don\'t know how to go about?\"

\"I try to stop thinking about it and immerse in work.\"

\"Exactly! And what is Snape doing? He\'s hiding away!\" Called Herm.
.

\"Maybe, he\'s just different. Maybe, he prefers to think as los its it gets to solve the problem.\"

\"It doesn\'t add up. It just doesn\'t.\"

That night Hermione had a strange dream. She felt she wasn\'t in her own body. She was in a body of some man. She was taller. The perspective was different. It was like looking in the pensive, there were not only her own feelings feelfeeling of someone else. She just didn\'t know whose they were. She was standing in some unknown corridor that must have been a part of a rather huge manor or even a castle. It was dark. The sensation was that the dream was a \'real-time\' one. She noticed a door, slightly opened and a stream of light coming from it. She approached them and took a peek insight. The sight made her shiver.

A woman whom Hermione had never seen in her life stood upright naked. At her feet there was a blond-haired man. He took one long loving look at the cleanly shaved pussy of the woman before him and Hermione looked back at her full breasts and juice-soaked pouting lips. \"Oh, how I want you,\" she heard the man\'s voice that seemed vaguely familiar to her. She felt that the man whose body, she shared knew both people in the room. The man in the room stood up to fondle the woman\'s breasts and slid his hand down her belly. Hermione felt the fire rising in her. The woman\'s strong, muscular thighs were straining as he licked his way down to her swelling slit. Slowly, he shifted his position and edged down to the top of her clit, gently rubbing the rising knob. The woman let out a throaty ahhh ash as his fingers parted her soaking lips and pushed into the warm, throbbing depths of her folds. As she arched her back toward his open palm she pushed her pussy onto his hand.

His hand traced her skin from the outer edges of her slit, up past her belly button, until it settled on the crook of her hip. He ran his finger to her mouth and touched the tip of her nose. The light reflected off her emerald eyes and cast a soft glow about her face. \"I\'d love to get you off. Can I?\" he asked. She pulled his face close and held his eyes captive to her rich, verdant gaze. She kissed him long and feverishly and wrapped her arms around his broad back. \"I wish you would,\" she said lustily. He pushed her towards the bed standing nearby.

As she settled, Hermione could not see what was happening. She could feel that the heat between the couple began to mount. The fire spread inward from the edge. She imagined his tongue lashing at the tip of the woman\'s clit until it stood ready and pulsing in the soft light. His mouth covered the entire length of the slit as his tongue whirled deeper and deeper. \"Oh, harder, harder. Fuck me,\" the woman moaned down to him. \"Oh lick my clit, yes...yes...right there. Ohhhhh.\" Her first peak made Hermione quiver. \"Oh, I\'m coming...ohhhhh....\" the woman cried out. Hermione could see the man alternated between the tongue and the fingers until the woman\'s legs tensed. The jolts surged through her in waves. His hand tightened and loosened in time with his lover\'s contractions. Hermione could feel her own borrowed body pulsated at the passionate vision. The man ran his tongue one last time up the woman\'s slit. \"Ohhhh. Ahhhhhh. Oh more, more. Ahhhhhhhh.\" Cried the woman. She looked so lovely from that perspective. \"You\'ve been a good boy I will return the favour,\" said she once she returned to the living from her oblivious state and shifted her position ...

... and Hermione woke up panting. She felt her own sex pulsating. The sight from the dream felt so real but it wasn\'t the sex she wanted herself. The dream left the image of roughness. It was sex, pure sex, she realised. Those people were not making love, they were fucking.

The next night, Hermione had a similar dream. It was the some woman but the man was different. There was something strange about him as well as in her attitude towards him. She was dominating the blond man whereas she was very subdued with the other one.

His thick manhood stood erect. The woman reached for the man\'s swollen member and her fingers wrapped around the shaft. \"May I?\" she asked and he pushed his penis into her mouth. As she worked the stiff penis up and down with her hand the man began to moan. He closed his eyes and smiled one of those broad, rich smiles that always made Hermione hot. \"Good, girl.\" He said. Hermione stood transfixed and watched with fascination as the woman bent low and took the cock in her mouth one time after another. The shiny tip popped over her lips. Gently, she tugged and pulled, mouthed and swished. Suddenly, the man let out a low-pitched whimper. A few droplets of pearly white liquid slipped past the woman\'s lips and dribbled down her chin. The man caught her hair and arched his back as her fingers played with his sack and her mouth sucked out the last of his succulent offering. As he pulled his softening cock away, he reached over to the woman and planted a kiss on her lips. \"Tell me, how it feels to suck the most powerful man alive?\" asked he, gazing at her. There was something mad about this gaze. \"Wonderful, Master.\" She replied. \"Turn around, I think you\'re going to like it.\" said he and Hermione woke up.


The dreams were so vivid that Hermine was scared. When during the third night, she witnessed the same woman lick up another woman, revelling in her satiny private parts, her clitoris being so engorged and erect that the tip peeped out from the wrinkles of her hood, Hermione decided that it wasn\'t normal, it smelled Dark Arts and only Snape could help her.