Room of Requirement
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
26
Views:
3,556
Reviews:
54
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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A/N- really sorry for the delay. i was spell checking and my complete bastard of a computer ate the last THREE chapters! so i am re writing. i hope to have one more up tonight.
also, it wasn\'t a muggle vibrator! :) and thank you, again, for all the reviews!
In actuality, it did. Wanting to get the whole thing done with as quickly and secretively as possible, he loudly berated Draco and Pansy. When he was satisfied that they were sufficiently petrified, he let them go without taking any house points, on trust that they would count their blessings and keep their secret. Severus had also begrudgingly awarded ten points to Ginny and Harry for defending Hermione. This, he reflected, was really for Hermione, as Severus was not of the opinion that the Boy Who Lived To Be Lauded needed any additional praise.
As it happened, Malfoy and Parkinson most definitely did not keep the whole incident a secret. They turned nearly the whole of Slrin rin house against Severus for apparently favoring the Gryffindors. And by breakfast the following morning, Hermione sensed a difference in her fellow students treatment of her. It had become worse. Now they just stared at her, wide-eyed, as she made her way in to the rapidly silencing Great Hall. She was alone, as Severus has stayed back to grade some papers he’d been too... busy to grade the night before.
Gradually, all talking died down as she took her seat at the table. Nearly everyone turned and stared at her. She assumed that Malfoy had spilled about the Astronomy Tower. Her cheeks burned, but she valiantly pretended that she didn’t notice the hundreds of pairs of eyes burning into her back. Ron and Harry walked in- Harry, mystified at the unexpected silence in the Great Hall, Ron, irritated at the obvious lack of scone on the Gryffindor Table.
The buzzing in the Great Hall began again, and Ron chattered away, obliviously. Harry just looked embarrassed for her. Hermione had the twisted, crampy feeling in her stomach that there was something she was unaware of.
Ron leaned forward. “So, ‘Mione, how’s the spr- Blimey!” He leapt over and across her, and lunged at someone at the Ravenclaw table. He grabbed a terrified sixth year by the scruff of the neck, and the girls around him stopped their spiteful tittering.
“It’s not mine, honest, I got it from Malfoy!” Hermione’s throat seized, and she looked over.
Ron was shaking an 8x 10, glossy wizard photo. Hermione was horrified to see that it depicted her tryst with Severus in the Astronomy Tower a day earlier. In it, she straddled Severus, her skirt hiked up around her hips. She looked at him timidly, before she threw her head back in ecstasy, biting her lip. Severus alternated a naughty, angry face, and looking about shiftily. Hermione said a silent prayer of thanks that at least the bloody thing made no sound. The effect was, however, ten times worse than a muggle photo.
Hermione looked over at the Slytherin table. Draco and his friends snickered and pointed at her, as Pansy sat before him on the table, legs apart, head tilted back in an ersatz orgasm. The Slytherins howled with laughter, as Hermione summoned every ounce of pride she had and walked out. She swung the door open, nearly smacking her husband as he entered.
“Morning, again, love!” He was uncharacteristically cheerful; it would have been incredibly funny to her if she weren’t so disconcerted.
“Malfoy. Took. Pictures.” He looked at her dourly, and silently swept past into the Great Hall. She could hear him, calm and controlled, but still terrifying.
“Malfoy. Parkinson. Here. Now. Immediately! Accio pictures!” He swept back out, roughly leading the two pained looking Slytherins toward the dungeons. He deposited the neatly stacked photographs, at least a hundred, at her feet.
He grabbed Malfoy by the hair, and the young man whined. “See you at lunch, love,” he said nonchalantly, and briefly releasing the boy, waved. She could see a tuft of silvery-blond strands glittering, tangled in his long delicate fingers.
Remind me, she thought to herself, never to get on the wrong side of Severus Snape.
also, it wasn\'t a muggle vibrator! :) and thank you, again, for all the reviews!
In actuality, it did. Wanting to get the whole thing done with as quickly and secretively as possible, he loudly berated Draco and Pansy. When he was satisfied that they were sufficiently petrified, he let them go without taking any house points, on trust that they would count their blessings and keep their secret. Severus had also begrudgingly awarded ten points to Ginny and Harry for defending Hermione. This, he reflected, was really for Hermione, as Severus was not of the opinion that the Boy Who Lived To Be Lauded needed any additional praise.
As it happened, Malfoy and Parkinson most definitely did not keep the whole incident a secret. They turned nearly the whole of Slrin rin house against Severus for apparently favoring the Gryffindors. And by breakfast the following morning, Hermione sensed a difference in her fellow students treatment of her. It had become worse. Now they just stared at her, wide-eyed, as she made her way in to the rapidly silencing Great Hall. She was alone, as Severus has stayed back to grade some papers he’d been too... busy to grade the night before.
Gradually, all talking died down as she took her seat at the table. Nearly everyone turned and stared at her. She assumed that Malfoy had spilled about the Astronomy Tower. Her cheeks burned, but she valiantly pretended that she didn’t notice the hundreds of pairs of eyes burning into her back. Ron and Harry walked in- Harry, mystified at the unexpected silence in the Great Hall, Ron, irritated at the obvious lack of scone on the Gryffindor Table.
The buzzing in the Great Hall began again, and Ron chattered away, obliviously. Harry just looked embarrassed for her. Hermione had the twisted, crampy feeling in her stomach that there was something she was unaware of.
Ron leaned forward. “So, ‘Mione, how’s the spr- Blimey!” He leapt over and across her, and lunged at someone at the Ravenclaw table. He grabbed a terrified sixth year by the scruff of the neck, and the girls around him stopped their spiteful tittering.
“It’s not mine, honest, I got it from Malfoy!” Hermione’s throat seized, and she looked over.
Ron was shaking an 8x 10, glossy wizard photo. Hermione was horrified to see that it depicted her tryst with Severus in the Astronomy Tower a day earlier. In it, she straddled Severus, her skirt hiked up around her hips. She looked at him timidly, before she threw her head back in ecstasy, biting her lip. Severus alternated a naughty, angry face, and looking about shiftily. Hermione said a silent prayer of thanks that at least the bloody thing made no sound. The effect was, however, ten times worse than a muggle photo.
Hermione looked over at the Slytherin table. Draco and his friends snickered and pointed at her, as Pansy sat before him on the table, legs apart, head tilted back in an ersatz orgasm. The Slytherins howled with laughter, as Hermione summoned every ounce of pride she had and walked out. She swung the door open, nearly smacking her husband as he entered.
“Morning, again, love!” He was uncharacteristically cheerful; it would have been incredibly funny to her if she weren’t so disconcerted.
“Malfoy. Took. Pictures.” He looked at her dourly, and silently swept past into the Great Hall. She could hear him, calm and controlled, but still terrifying.
“Malfoy. Parkinson. Here. Now. Immediately! Accio pictures!” He swept back out, roughly leading the two pained looking Slytherins toward the dungeons. He deposited the neatly stacked photographs, at least a hundred, at her feet.
He grabbed Malfoy by the hair, and the young man whined. “See you at lunch, love,” he said nonchalantly, and briefly releasing the boy, waved. She could see a tuft of silvery-blond strands glittering, tangled in his long delicate fingers.
Remind me, she thought to herself, never to get on the wrong side of Severus Snape.