Hermione Granger and the Tactile Contact Theory

Chapter 17 Used

“What have you brought for me my new Death Eater?” a dark voice asked as the group approached the clearing.

“I pre to to you Harry Potter and his accomplices. That includes his friends Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. Also, the illustrious Professor Snape,” Myrtle said as she bowed deeply to the creature standing next to the fire.

A face with only narrow red slits for eyes came very close to Harry’s.

“Yes, I see you have done very well,” Voldemort said to the kneeling Death Eater, Myrtle.

“Oh, thank you, Master!” Myrtle said as if the Dark Lord’s opinion of her were the only one that counted in the entire world.

“So Harry. We meet again. Except this time on my terms. You do know that you will be destroyed tonight, yes?” Voldemort addressed Harry to the delight of the Death Eaters.

“I know no such thing,” Harry responded bravely.

“Shall I try to convince you of the fact? Perhaps a little torture first? I really do want you to accept the fact that you will be dead by morning. But I think I shall start with your friends here,” Voldemort said as he pointed his wand at Ron.

“If it’s me you want, why not let the others go!” Harry shouted before Voldemort could say his curse.

Laughing, Voldemort responded, “You really don’t understand me do you? I like to hurt people. It brings me pleasure and entertainment. I will torture them so that you may witness it, and I will enjoy watching the effect it will have on you.”

Harry looked pleadingly at Professor Snape. He used to be a Death Eater, Harry knew. Was there nothing the teacher could do?

Seeing the look of desperation on Harry’s face, Professor Snape took a step forward and was violently jerked back by a Death Eater.

Voldemort saw the movement and looked at Professor Snape.

“Did you have something to say, traitor?” Voldemort asked Professor Snape with vehement hatred.

“I thought that perhaps you would like to begin the torture with me,” Professor Snape offered.

“Severus! No!” Hermione screamed.

Voldemort laughed at Hermione’s reaction, “Why do you think I should bestow such an honor on you, Severus?”

“I am the only one here who once pledge his loyalty to you and have since proven a traitor. Why wouldn’t you take pleasure in my torture the most?” Professor Snape asked trying to ignore the desperate pleas of Hermione.

“Ah, this is true. And what I have planned for you is far worse than what I had planned for these children,” Voldemort said as he turned to look at the fire. “Myrtle. Tell Severus what we have planned for him.

“With pleasure, my Dark Lord,” Myrtle said as she walked towards Professor Snape. “Tonight, your body will not be under your control, but ours. You will be forced to do as we say, including lying with me.”

The look of disgust that came across Professor Snape’s face drew anger from Myrtle.

“Oh no, you won’t like that will you? It is no matter. Such things are for our enjoyment, not yours,” Myrtle said as she turned to look at Voldemort.

The Dark Lord raised his wand, “Impero.”

Hermione felt Severus’ body go rigid beside her. He was completely under the control of Voldemort, and he had volunteered for it. Severus began to walk towards Myrtle, but Hermione tried to hold on to his hand.

“No! No! Don’t go!” Hermione screamed as Severus shook her hand off.

Harry tried to put a comforting arm around the hysterical Hermione, but another Death Eater pulled him away from her. Ron could only be glad that it wasn’t him. This looked like it was going to be humiliating.

Professor Snape’s stiff legs brought him to face Myrtle. As though someone had pushed him down, Professor Snape fell to his knees before her.

“Oh, I do like this,” Myrtle said with a laugh.

Myrtle put her foot on Professor Snape’s chest and commanded, “Lick my shoe.”

Slowly, Professor Snape’s rigid hands came up to touch the shoe, and he brought it to his mouth. His tongue came out and licked the sole, much to Myrtle’s twisted delight.

“Are you watching this Hermione? I hope you’re enjoying it as much as I am,” Myrtle said with a surveying eye on Hermione’s face.

Voldemort and his Death Eaters filled the forest with resounding laughter as Professor Snape continued to lick Myrtle’s shoe. Suddenly, Myrtle used the same shoe to kick Professor Snape to the ground.

“You liked that didn’t you? You are nothing more than a bug to me. Crawl around on the ground, sni sniveling insect!” Myrtle said as Professor Snape began to crawl around the fire on all fours.

The evil laughter was so loud; birds had taken flight from their nests in the trees. Hermione silently shook with the tears she refused to shed.

“Are you a puppy? Come here, boy. Come to your mistress,” Myrtle commanded.

Professor Snape crawled back to Myrtle and rose up like a dog on his hind legs.

“Such a good boy. Do you want a kiss? Yes, give mama a kiss,” Myrtle said as she bent over to press her lips against Professor Snape’s.

At this Hermione tried to look away. The Death Eater behind her forced her to face the scene again. Harry began to wonder how far they would go. Hermione seemed to be falling apart, and if she was forced to watch Professor Snape make love to that horrible woman, she might never be whole again.

“Mmmm. Yes, you give good kisses to mama. Now stand up,” Myrtle commanded Professor Snape.

Myrtle’s hands wandered over Professor Snape’s chest. One at a time, she loosened the buttons on his shirt. Rising up on her tiptoes, she placed kisses against his now bare throat. Following the strip of skin she was exposing, Myrtle bit hard into Professor Snape’s chest, moving lower and lower.

“You like this, don’t you? Tell me what I want to hear. Tell me you like it!” Myrtle demanded.

“I …like…it…” Professor Snape said in strained syllables.

“That’s right you do. And do you like this?” Myrtle asked.

Myrtle suddenly pushed her hand down Professor Snape’s pants and gripped him hard. His face winced in pain, but he made no sound.

“Tell me you like it! Tell me you want me to put my mouth on you!” Myrtle screamed at Professor Snape.

Myrtle was becoming more violent by the minute. Hermione was sure that no one here intended for Severus to survive the encounter. Even if she made it out of here with her own life, Hermione could not imagine what she would do if Severus didn’t live with her.

Something strange began to grow inside of Hermione. It was a feeling of power. The feeling grew bigger and bigger the more she concentrated on it. And with this feeling came a certain knowledge. She could destroy everyone here. Yes, she was sure of it.

Without thinking at all, Hermione stepped into the circle where Professor Snape was being forced to perform.

“That is enough!” Hermione said quietly.