What a Witch Needs

Thanks for all of your responses to the last chapter. Comedy is a lot of fun to write.
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Gaping Snape

Hermione was relieved that Ron appeared to be much happier these days. He hadn’t forgiven them completely, but at least he was civil and did not turn his back on them whenever they came into view. She now had a link to Ron through Lavender and would ask her roommate how Ron was fairing. Lavender would cheerfully fill her in on all the details of their progressing relationship. She was grateful that Lavender was trying to help heal the rift between Ron and his old friends.

Harry and Hermione were now officially a couple in the eyes of all. They walked hand-in-hand down the halls, whispering and laughing. They would share kisses when they thought no one was watching. But they were wrong. People were watching.

One particular Slytherin watched them more carefully than anyone. It hurt Draco to see Hermione and Harry being able to have their relationship out in the open. He envied their freedom. Not that they neglected him - that wasn’t the case at all. They took every opportunity they had to corner him alone somewhere, whether it was between classes for a quick snog or, later, for longer delights in detention. Anytime they had to stand as a group or in lines for class, the three of them would clandestinely move themselves to the back of the crowd, so that they could touch and caress each other secretly.

Still, it bothered Draco that he had to hide his relationship with them. He feared what would happen to him if his father found out. He sometimes wished that he could think of those two as just another pair of his fuck buddies, but, inside, he knew there was much more going on than that. He hadn’t quite figured it out yet, but he felt that Harry and Hermione filled a need inside of him that was so strong it couldn’t be denied. He knew that he was nowhere near willing to give them up - and that thought frightened him. The longer this relationship went on, the harder it would be to hide it. Eventually, his father would find out, and Draco knew that he might be disowned for it, or worse.

It was the last night of detention with Snape and Hermione was cramming in her last bit of homework before getting ready to set off. Lavender came bounding through the door and held out a wrapped present towards Hermione.

“Harry said to give this to you,” Lavender smiled.

Hermione grinned, curiously, and took the box. Lavender stood nearby, waiting for Hermione to open it. Hermione hoped it wasn’t anything too embarrassing as she glanced at Lavender’s expectant face and opened the package. Inside were two ties, a Gryffindor tie and a Slytherin tie. A note said, “Bring us to detention tonight.”

Hermione felt her heart race. What could those two possibly have planned involving their ties? She looked up, noting Lavender’s confused face.

“Why would he give you ties - and a Slytherin one at that?” Lavender asked, thinking it to be the most unromantic gift she had ever seen.

“Well, I suppose it’s for something involving a role play,” Hermione chuckled. Lavender still looked at her strangely as Hermione tucked the ties in her robes and set off. Her heart was beating in anticipation, wondering what those two had planned. Each night they had come up with new sexual games to play. Hermione was actually sad that this would be the last night of detention as it did give them a place to fool around. Snape would leave them alone for hours every night, giving them the perfect opportunity.

When she reached the dungeons, the boys were already waiting outside of Snape’s office, smirking at her. “Did you bring them?” asked Harry.

“Yes,” she smiled. “What are they for?”

“You’ll see,” Draco replied, lifting one brow. Snape’s door clicked open and he popped his head out.

“Go to the storage room. You know the routine by now,” he snapped. They turned and left, smirking and groping one another.

Snape locked the door and hung his magical window mirror on his wall again. He had enjoyed watching these three all week long and he regretted that tonight would be the last night. He was pondering that he may have to think of some excuse to give them more detentions.

He also wondered what Draco was up to. Perhaps he was trying to get information out of the two Gryffindors. This thought worried him the most as Potter and Granger knew Snape was a member of the Order of the Phoenix. What if they let it slip?
In fact, those two knew too damned much. But Dumbledore seemed not to be worried about it. Snape hoped that Dumbledore was right. He did not want Lucius Malfoy to know where his loyalties really lied.

Snape leaned forward in his chair, watching the latest exploits of these three. What would they do tonight, he wondered? Draco and Potter had taken off all their clothes and Granger was tying their hands behind their backs with their ties. If only this damned mirror could transmit sounds as well. Snape sighed in frustration.

Snape pulled down his trousers and draped one leg over the arm of his chair as he began lightly caressing his balls while he watched. Granger was teasing them both now. She was trailing her fingers over their chests and down to their cocks.

Snape clasped his own cock in his hand when he saw her grab onto both of theirs. As Granger began moving her hands, he began moving his hand. He pretended that it was her hand on his cock. Oh, how wonderful that would feel, he imagined, her soft little fingers milking him. Then he watched as she knelt down in front of them and took them in her mouth by turns. He could see the boys’ faces turn upwards as they scrunched them in pleasure. Snape turned his own face up and imagined Granger’s mouth pulling on his cock.

“Ee gads” Snape moaned, “where are you!”

“I’m here, sir,” the house elf replied, stepping out of the hearth.

“It’s about time!” Snape grumped. “Suck my cock - right now!”

“Yes, sir,” the elf replied, obediently, making his way between the professor’s legs and taking his cock into his mouth. Snape groaned and pushed his hips up toward the elf. He opened his eyes to watch the teens again while he was getting pleasured.
Granger was standing up and saying something to the boys. The boys surrounded her and were using their teeth to undress her. She gave them no help at all except to hold up her arms or turn around. They seemed to be enjoying this game as Snape could see they were laughing at their attempts to do this with only their teeth. Occasionally, they would stop and kiss each other before continuing with the undressing.

The house elf was pulling on his cock and sucking him in while Snape groaned through an orgasm. He continued to watch the teens. After he came, he said, “Now pull off my clothing with only your teeth.”

“Sir?” replied the house elf. He’d never had that request before.
“Just do it!” ordered Snape, banging his fist down on his desk. The house elf began tugging and pulling with his teeth as Snape watched the boys undress Hermione. Soon only her panties and bra were left. Snape could see that the teens were no longer laughing. They were getting very turned on by trying to remove those last two articles of clothing.

“Mmmm, yes,” hissed Snape. “Show me those nice tits. That’s it boys, yes, very nice.” Snape looked at the house elf tugging off his socks with his mouth and he barked, “Get back to my cock again.” The elf complied with his wishes while Snape looked again at his mirror.

“Yes, lick them. Bite those hard little nipples,” Snape muttered to the mirror, as if he was directing the action going on in that room. He watched as the boys kissed their way down her body, kneeling, with their hands still tied behind their backs. “That’s it,” Snape moaned, “time for some nice hot pussy. Yes, Draco, pull down those knickers with your teeth. Oh, yes!” Snape threw his head back while the elf pleasured him in the way he enjoyed.

He looked at the mirror with lust-hooded eyes, saying, “Good, Granger, sit on Potter’s face, smother him with that hot little cunt. Mmmmm, yes, that’s it Draco, lap up some of that juice for yourself. Aren’t you a lucky little witch, Granger, yes, two tongues at once?”

Snape closed his eyes as his second orgasm rolled through his body. He then lay back, spent, in his chair. “Clean me up and then get out,” Snape ordered the elf. He kept his eyes closed, resting after his two orgasms. He didn’t realize that he began to doze off and much time began to pass. A sharp knock sounded at his door, startling him awake.
The elf had cleaned and was now gone, but he was still half naked. The knock sounded again. “Professor?” said Malfoy’s voice from the other side.

“Just a minute,” Snape replied, pulling his trousers quickly on while kicking his underpants and socks under his desk. He sat down and flicked his wand to unlock the door. “Come in,” he droned.

Draco walked in with the inventory parchments in his hand. He held them up and said, “It’s eleven o’clock, Professor. We did as much as we could. Can we be excused?”

“Let me see those,” Snape replied, holding his hand out toward the parchments. Draco made his way over to the desk, a movement to his side catching his eye.

Snape looked at Draco’s face when the boy froze in place, following his line of vision to the magic mirror on the wall. Harry and Hermione could be seen cleaning up. Snape had forgotten to put it away when he had fallen asleep.
Draco’s startled gaze swung to Snape’s. “You were watching us, Professor?”

Snape sighed. “It is my responsibility to supervise students during detentions. Besides, Granger has pilfered supplies from me in the past and I needed to keep an eye on her.”

But Draco could hardly comprehend what Snape was saying. A huge knot of fear was growing in his belly. Being caught at the Dursley’s was one thing. He could easily blame that incident on the potion he had ingested. But, he obviously was not under the influence of a potion now and Snape knew it. “Are you going to tell my father?” he whispered, fearfully.

Snape looked at Draco and sighed. “Sit down.” He pointed his wand to shut the door while Draco tentatively took a seat in front of his desk. Snape looked at him for a few moments before saying, “Do you realize the dangerous game you’re playing here?”

Draco, who had been staring down at Snape’s desk, raised his eyes, defiantly. “It’s not a game, sir.”
“I can tell from your response that your father has not put you up to this?”
Draco shook his head.
“I can’t imagine why you would choose those two for your ‘companions’,” Snape continued, “but it’s not only Lucius I’m concerned about. How much do you really know about Potter?” Snape was hoping to see if Potter had told Draco anything.

Draco only glanced at him and then looked quickly at the floor. That action, alone, told Snape that Draco did know something. And more than that, Draco was feeling loyalty to Potter in keeping his secret.

“Draco, look at me,” Snape ordered, holding his wand up. Draco looked, gasping when Snape snapped his wand at him and began pulling thoughts from his head. The boy swayed with dizziness, tears falling from his eyes. He couldn’t seem to control the thoughts that were coming to the surface. Finally, Snape stopped and Draco slumped down in his chair.

“Why did you do that?” Draco whimpered, raising his hands to his head. His head was pounding and he felt more fear of Professor Snape than he had ever in the past. He was his Godfather! Why would he do this to him?

“I had to know what you knew,” Snape explained. “There is more at stake than you could possibly know.”

Draco looked at him, hurt. He felt violated and deceived by this man who had always acted as a mentor to him.

Snape was relieved that Potter had not told about the Order, but there was the D.A. and the Dark Lord secret that Draco did seem to know about. There was also very interesting news about how Lucius was using the Slytherins to plan murders. Snape needed to talk to Dumbledore right away, but he had to deal with the dejected boy sitting in front of him first.

“I’m not going to say anything to your father, Draco,” Snape stated. Draco lifted his head and nodded in relief.
“You know Potter is a Dark Lord?”

Draco nodded. “You knew, too? Does my father?” Draco asked.

“No, your father does not. I only found out myself a few days ago. The other Dark Lord, the one your father serves, knows too,” Snape explained. “But, he does not want his servants to know that there is another. He does not want anyone to know that there is another.”

“Why?” Draco asked, feeling like he was being let into a great mystery.

“Because, my boy, he fears that if it was known that there was another Dark Lord in which they may serve, they might choose the other one,” Snape explained.

Draco shook his head. “But the Dark Mark, sir, which cannot be removed. How can they serve Harry after they have pledged their lives to the other?”

Snape’s eyes gleamed. “That’s just it. There is someone who can remove the Dark Mark.” Snape turned his face toward the mirror, gazing at Harry in the supply room. Draco’s eyes widened with understanding.

“Are you suggesting that they should turn their support to Harry?” Draco asked.

Snape snapped his eyes back to Draco’s. He shouldn’t have said so much! “I’m not suggesting anything. Let’s not discuss this matter further, at least not now. Good night.”

Draco stood up, looking at Snape with confusion. Professor Snape did not seem to be the person he thought he was. Just who did the Professor support? He left the room, trudging back to Slytherin with a heavy heart and mind.

OOOOOO
I think Hermione would through a box of S.P.E.W. buttons at my head if she knew what I was doing to the house elves.

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