Through the Looking Glass ~ COMPLETED

Chapter 19 ~ Going for It

The rest of Hermione’s day seemed completely unreal. She’d been cursed by Tom Riddle and now was under a hex that would take her life if she didn’t deliver a message from Albus Dumbledore within a specified time frame.

That was enough to put any witch off her game. But it did have some benefit. Parvati Patil still wanted to remove the Slytherin Hermione from the equation, and at lunch, sat next to Hermione again, quite closely, noting how distracted the witch seemed in the last class and how distracted she was now. Both Ron and Harry eyed the witch, but said nothing. Ron wasn’t going to save her again, especially since Snape already made a fool of himself doing it. If Parvati managed to get Granger, she’d either sink or swim.

Because of the hyper-sense of unreality surrounding her situation, Hermione wasn’t exactly unfocused, it was as if she were super-focused, everything around her seeming to move in slow motion. Parvati asked Hermione to pass her a plate of chicken, and when the witch did so, Parvati dropped a pinch of powder into her pumpkin juice, unaware that Hermione had seen her out of the corner of her eye.

Hermione realized it was Parvati who was sitting next to her when she was poisoned the first time and quickly put two and two together. She straightened and handed her the platter of chicken, then continued eating her meal, but not drinking the pumpkin juice, becoming angrier and angrier in the process. Not just at Parvati, but at everything. Being stuck here, being despised by her housemates, being cursed by Tom Riddle, being forced to follow a set of rules she abhorred, Snape taking stripes for her and becoming a laughingstock because of his nobility. She was tired of all of it. More than tired.

She was pissed. Furious. And wanted to take it out on somebody.

Parvati fit the bill perfectly.

Hermione knew that her housemate most likely wore a repelling spell, so hexing her would only result in the hex rebounding, but it couldn’t fend off a physical attack. Hermione didn’t plan on beating her up, she had something else in mind.

Parvati had long, black glossy hair that fell to her waist, and unlike the Parvati in her world, didn’t keep it pinned up in a decorative bun, but allowed it to fall freely. Hermione thought hard for a moment, then carefully flicked her fork so it fell into the aisle. Normally, everyone remained seated during meals, but her getting up to retrieve her fork was reason enough to stand. She got up slowly and stepped over the bench, walking around the fork so she was facing Parvati’s back.

Parvati, in an effort to seem completely unaware of Hermione because she’d poisoned her drink, didn’t look back at her, although the rest of the students, and the staff members had their eyes on her, Tom frowning slightly at the disturbance of his usually perfect order.

What happened next was a surprise to everyone, particularly Parvati, as Hermione quickly wrapped her left hand in her hair, and yanked her head back, grabbing the spiked pumpkin juice and tossing it into her mouth when she yelled, then releasing her, snatching her healers bag from her waist, so she couldn’t reach the Bezoar.

”Ack! Arrrgh!” Parvati gurgled, clutching at her throat as the quick-acting poison took effect. No one made a move to help her as her face mottled up. Hermione watched her, white-hot anger coursing through her.

”How do you like your own poison, Parvati?” she hissed at her.

Draco was wide-eyed! Wow, maybe this Hermione did belong in Slytherin after all.

”She’s going to kill her,” Minerva hissed at Tom, who just watched, saying nothing but looking thoughtful. Maybe he’d underestimated the witch.

Parvati fell backwards off the bench and clawed up at Hermione, gasping as the witch stood there for a moment, watching the witch’s eyes begin to dim. She reached into the healer’s bag and retrieved Parvati’s Bezoar stone.

Suddenly, Hermione dropped to one knee, forced Parvati’s mouth open and pushed in the Bezoar, covering her mouth with her hand so she didn’t spit it out.

Parvati immediately was able to breathe again, and lay there panting for about three minutes before Hermione rose from her side, dropped her healer’s bag on the floor and calmly sat back down again, Scourgifying the glass of pumpkin juice and picking up a treacle tart off a platter as everyone stared at her silently.

”On the day she’s to be put in Gryffindor, she finally acts like a Slytherin,” Tom said dismissively, returning to his meal as Parvati clambered back to the bench and sat down, sliding away from the witch.

She didn’t say anything, but hung her head so she wouldn’t have to look at anyone. Hermione had gotten her dead to rights, and no one would blame her. Parvati was just lucky she really was a Gryffindor. The other Hermione would have let her die on the floor of the Great Hall.

From down the table, Harry looked at the imitation Hermione calculatingly. Well, she wasn’t a total marshmallow, but she still had shown mercy. A weakness his own Hermione didn’t have in large supply. Ron, however, was smiling.

Parvati was bound to need a bit of sympathy and comfort later on, and since his Hermione wasn’t around, she’d be a fine substitute. Probably not as good, but passable.

Snape studied her from the dais, rather surprised that the witch had done such a thing. Then again, anyone could be pushed to their limits. The witch probably had reached her threshold. It was a good thing, really. It let others see she was capable of being cruel and vengeful. Good traits at this school to say the least.

Maybe he wouldn’t have to go as easy on her as he planned. She looked like the Miss Granger he desired, but had no sexual experience and he was painfully aware of this. But after watching her take Parvati to the mats, his perception of her changed just enough to make her more like her counterpart. The gods knew he wanted to fuck the hell out of that version of the witch. Normally, Snape was quite gentle with his charges, the sex good and satisfying but somewhat restrained. He treated them with respect for the most part, unless their extra credit choice required a bit of role play or was fantasy-based. Many of the sessions did entail those specifications, simply because they were worth more points. He acted accordingly in those situations.

But the Hermione Granger of this world mistreated him terribly. Insulted him, hexed him and gave him more trouble than the rest of the students combined. It was as if she tried to drive him to his limits, make him break out of his calm, thoughtful Gryffindor persona. She’d come dangerously close to it on a number of occasions but he managed to maintain his control and reserve. Hermione Granger was the one student at the school he’d like to drive headfirst into the headboard and hear shriek under his pummeling until she lost her voice. That would be a nice way to send her back to Slytherin house.

He sighed inwardly as he looked at Hermione. Yes, her little stunt did make her more Slytherin-like, but she really wasn’t the witch he desired. One act of malice didn’t make her the real Hermione Granger at any rate. He was sure tonight would be pleasurable, but nothing to write home about. Since she was a virgin, he’d have to treat her carefully. She probably wouldn’t even be willing to give him a warm-up blow job first. Ah, well. At least he’d pop her cherry. Afterwards, he’d send her on her way.

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Snape held Hermione back after Transfiguration class, looking up at the witch from his desk as she stood in front of it, gazing back at him.

”That was some performance at lunch,” he said to her.

Hermione shook her head ruefully.

”I’m not proud of that. I . . . I just snapped. I was thinking about apologizing to her later,” Hermione said.

”No! Don’t you apologize. She tried to poison you, Miss Granger. She received what she deserved. You already showed her mercy when she wouldn’t have done it for you. There’s nothing to apologize for,” he stated firmly, frowning at her.

She really had no idea how to survive in this world. You didn’t give someone her just desserts, then apologize. She’d be perceived as weaker than ever.

”You have to get it through your head that you’re in a different world,” he told the witch. “Don’t backpedal now that you’ve managed to earn some small modicum of respect here. It will only make it harder for you to earn more. Now, I just wanted to remind you about our appointment tonight. With all the excitement, it may have slipped your mind.”

Hermione stared at him blankly for a moment. It really did slip her mind, with Parvati, the curse and her moving into Gryffindor. She wondered if he knew.

”The Headmaster is moving me into Gryffindor. He told me to report there after supper,” she said to the surprised wizard.

Snape frowned, and Hermione interpreted his frown as displeasure.

”You don’t want me in Gryffindor?” she asked him.

Snape looked up at her, his face relaxing.

”No, it’s not that. You are welcomed in my house, Miss Granger,” Snape said.

The reason he frowned was because he couldn’t resist telling the Headmaster at breakfast this morning about Hermione agreeing to more extra credit work, and that it would involve deflowering her. Tom had looked a bit thoughtful.

”She could back out. That would mean a one hundred point loss for Slytherin,” the wizard mused.

”Yes, that’s correct,” Snape replied.

”Hm,” had been Tom’s only response.

Now, he had placed her in Gryffindor, the slick bastard. If Hermione did balk, then Gryffindor house would lose the points, rather than Slytherin. Tom Riddle was one smart treacle tart.

”I hope you are truly prepared to go through with your extra credit, Miss Granger. Entering Gryffindor house with a one hundred point reduction won’t endear you to either me or your housemates,” he said to her softly.

”Yes . . . I am,” she said to him just as softly, “although, I do have things on my mind. The Headmaster is also putting the Mirror of Noisreva in my quarters and I’m to take a message to Albus Dumbledore. He made me take an oath, and then . . . then he put a curse on me. If I don’t carry out his orders, I’m going to die.”

Snape shook his head.

”Standard Riddle. Just do what you were instructed to do, and you’ll be fine,” the Transfiguration teacher said, not at all surprised by this information.

Hermione was taken a bit aback. She had expected more sympathy from the wizard. She could die after all. Maybe this Snape was nicer than the Snape in her world, but he seemed just as cold all in all.

It wasn’t that this Snape was cold, he was just conditioned, a product of his environment. Despite his rather noble ideals, he still adhered to the rules of his society and was comfortable with them. In this world, one had to look after his or herself and deal with whatever came their way. Hermione would have to deal with Tom. That was all there was to it. He had saved her from the caning, but that’s as far as it went. He wouldn’t insert himself in anything else, except her body from this point on.

He wrote out a pass and handed it to her.

”I will see you at nine o’clock tonight. Would you like me to have some calming potion on hand?” he asked her.

Hermione nodded, suddenly feeling just how . . . clinical this was. How disconnected the wizard appeared to be. But then again, he had shown nothing the first time she came to him for extra credit, although he was wonderful once they began kissing. Maybe it would be like that again. She shook off the feeling of disconnection.

”Yes, please. Just in case,” she murmured.

Snape nodded and watched her exit his classroom, looking thoughtful.

He hoped everything would go smoothly.

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Hermione spent the evening in her private room. Draco hovered in the common room, hoping to see the witch. Pansy was there as well, watching him like a vulture as he leafed through books, played a couple of half-hearted games of wizard chess and made furtive glances toward the girl’s dorm. He didn’t feel like fighting with Pansy, so he didn’t go to Hermione’s room.

Finally, at five minutes to nine, Hermione emerged, dressed in her robes. She silently walked through the Common Room, every eye on her as she headed for the exit.

”Hermione, where are you going?” Draco suddenly called to her desperately, wanting a bit of her attention.

Pansy’s eyes narrowed as Hermione turned around.

”I have an appointment,” she said.

Draco’s brows rose.

”This close to curfew?” he asked her.

”Apparently so,” Hermione responded.

”Wait. I’m about to start my rounds, so I can walk you to wherever you’re going,” Draco offered as Pansy turned all kinds of colors.

Hermione was tempted to tell him no, but looked at Pansy and gave him a sexy smile.

”Sure. I’d like some company,” she said to Draco, who nearly fell over himself getting to the witch. Pansy’s eyes welled up with tears as she watched the two of them exit.

”That slut,” she whispered as tears rolled down her cheeks.

They had barely made it out of Slytherin house when Draco asked, “Did you really mean what you said this morning . . . about putting me on your to-do list?”

Hermione quirked her lip at him.

”Stop being so eager. You’re like a . . . a puppy or something. It’s a turn-off,” she told him.

Draco immediately tried to look more sober and in control.

”I just wanted to know if you said that just to piss of Pansy,” he responded, his voice a bit lower.

Hermione shrugged.

”I really don’t know, Draco. I have to see if I can get by you being a Pureblood. And the way you’re dogging my heels, you remind me of the Draco in my world. I like bad boys, not grovelers.”

”I’m not groveling. I’m interested in you. How do you expect me to act toward a witch I want?” he demanded, angry now.

Hermione chuckled at his anger. Much better.

”More like this,” she responded, stopping in front of the Potions office. Draco stopped too.

”Why are you stopping here?” he asked her.

”My appointment is with Professor Snape,” she responded, knocking on the door.

”But Professor Snape never sees students after curfew. He closes his office promptly at nine,” Draco replied.

”Obviously, he made an exception for me,” Hermione said, knocking again.

Draco started as the door was jerked halfway open, and a pale hand shot out, grasping the witch by the arm and yanking her inside.

”Get in here, you little . . . ” a familiar voice hissed, the door slamming before the sentence was finished.

Draco stood there, blinking at the closed door. That was definitely the Professor. Why did he yank her in there the way he did? And that wasn’t his usual way of greeting a student . . .

Draco paled.

After curfew? Snape pulling her inside the way he did . . . there was only one answer to this puzzle. The Potions master was shagging the witch. He had to be.

Gross. Was Granger that twisted that she’d do the ugliest wizard at the school? And a teacher at that? Oh, that was too much to even consider. It was . . . sick. Disgusting. Was it even allowed?

It must be. Snape wouldn’t risk his job.

Draco made his way up the dungeon corridor, feeling torn now . . . almost . . . almost betrayed. This Hermione Granger really was a slut. He didn’t know if he wanted her now, being that the professor was stuffing her with cock. Gods.

The conflicted Slytherin went about his rounds, unable to decipher all the feelings running through him.

He didn’t know what he’d say or do the next time he saw her.

Gods, this sucked.

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Hermione left Gryffindor tower in a kind of daze. It was strange being treated nicely by people she knew as Slytherins in her world. Blaise was even nice to her, carrying her bag to the foot of the stairwell that led up to the girl’s dorm, then levitating it the rest of the way.

They even had small cakes and butterbeers to welcome her. It was all so strange, but at least she felt welcome. But if Tom were right about the Mirror of Noisreva, she wouldn’t be here in the morning. She didn’t tell them that however. It didn’t make any sense to ruin the party. At a quarter to nine she announced that she had to go see professor Snape for extra credit. Everyone fell silent.

”You’re going to see him?” Draco asked her, his head cocked.

”Yes. Is there something wrong with that?” she asked him.

Draco shrugged.

”I suppose not. It’s just that we’ve all kind of backed off on him because he’s . . . “

”Because everyone considers him a laughingstock,” Hermione finished for him, a bit angrily. “I tell you what, you might be Gryffindors, but you show a lot less loyalty than we do in my world. You should be supporting him, not shunning him. I’ve got to go.”

Hermione left the Common Room and several chastised Gryffindors behind.

Draco looked thoughtful.

Maybe she was right.

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Her stomach in knots, Hermione knocked on the office door. Snape immediately answered. He was dressed in a long, silk robe and slippers, his hair pulled back in a ponytail. He smelled very nice, like spices.

”Hello, Miss Granger,” he said to her softly. ”Please, come in.”

He stood aside and Hermione entered nervously, walking through the open wall and into his study. He followed her and she turned toward him. He gave her a smile.

”I thought you might have decided to take the point loss,” he said to her, sobering as he saw the frightened look in her eyes. It wasn’t glaring, but it was easy to see she was afraid. The next part was going to make her feel even more uncomfortable, but there was no way around it.

”There’s no need to be nervous, Miss Granger. I assure you I am very skilled and will not take you beyond your limits. Please take a seat. We have to go over what your extra credit will entail, and the limitations of it,” he told her, retrieving the laminated parchment as she sat in the armchair. The wizard picked up a marker and sat down on the ottoman, looking at her.

”Now, we need to decide what will be acceptable and unacceptable. All I need you to do is nod yes, or shake your head no when I read the list to you. All right?” he asked the nervous witch, who was reflexively bunching her robes in her lap.

”All right,” she said in a near whisper.

”Kissing?” he asked her.

Hermione slowly nodded.

”Caressing?”

Nod.

”Suckling?”

Hermione stared at him.

”As on your breasts,” Snape clarified.

Hermione reddened, then nodded.

”Intimate touching. Finger-play?”

Hermione’s head moved in such a way, Snape couldn’t tell if she meant yes or no.

”All right, I’ll make this easier for you. Would you like foreplay or not? Foreplay is very pleasurable and prepares you for sex, and involves a number of acts. Rather than have you have to pick and choose, you can just give me an overall yes or no. I’ll be able to tell by your reactions what you like and don’t like. Does that sound acceptable?”

Hermione nodded. Snape gave her a small smile and checked off several boxes

”Now, there are certain acts that have to be clarified. So listen carefully and nod or shake your head. Blowjob?”

Hermione shook her head vigorously.

”Oral sex . . . on the receiving end?”

Hermione blinked at him. Snape gave her a little grin.

”It’s good, believe me,” he told her, licking his lips a bit.

She slowly nodded. He checked another box, then looked at her evenly.

”Full penetration?”

Brown eyes met black eyes and Hermione swallowed. Several moments passed before she nodded nearly imperceptibly.

He checked the box.

”Anal sex?”

Hermione’s head swiveled madly. The wizard smirked.

”Not for beginners,” he agreed. “Now, do I pull out at orgasm or remain embedded for the duration?”

Hermione blinked at him.

”I’m not sure,” she said softly, blushing.

Snape couldn’t help feeling just a bit tender toward the witch.

”I’ll give you a contraceptive,” he said to her gently. “I think that you’ll need a sense of connection your first time. Pulling out of a witch at climax is generally for the more experienced. Feeling me come inside you will make the feeling of connection stronger. Once you become used to having sex for pleasure, it will be easier to make the choice of in or out. Some witches enjoy seeing a wizard’s come spread on their bodies. It’s a turn-on.”

Hermione nodded slowly and Snape checked “in” on the parchment. Then he returned it to the desk, Hermione watching him. He approached her again and pointed to the closed door.

”You can go in now. You’ll find a nightgown, robe and slippers. You can change in the bathroom. In the cabinet over the sink, you’ll find a contraceptive potion and a calming potion. You are required to take the contraceptive, but not the calming potion if you don’t need it. I suggest you refrain unless you are absolutely sure it will be, because it can make you sluggish and detract from . . . the extra credit.”

He watched as Hermione rose and walked to the door, her hand hesitating over the knob momentarily, before she gripped it and let herself in, closing the door behind her.

Snape walked over to his liquor cabinet and fixed himself a small brandy, knocking it back as he waited.

Again, he hoped everything would go smoothly.

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A/N: Well, we’re at the point. Seems sex is in sync in these universes as well. Lolol. How convenient. Well, thanks for reading. ***