Inky Fingers

"It's no good. I just can't sleep" Hermione muttered to Crookshanks. Typically feline, he paid her absolutely no attention until she disturbed him by getting out of bed. Then he glared at her for daring to move, rolled over into the warmer spot where her body had been and snoozed again. The other students in the girls 7th year dormitory were deep in slumber. Hermione's nocturnal wanderings would probably not be noticed.

Pushing aside the curtains of her four-poster bed, she walked to the deep window embrasure, hoping to catch a breath of fresh air. A full moon was shining, illuminating the grounds with its silvery beams. She idly watched the grounds, marvelling anew at how different everything looked by the cold light.

Glancing at Squirmy's lake, she caught sight of a pale flash that looked suspiciously a l a long, lean leg. "Accio Omnioculars" she whispered, holding out a hand to catch them as they flew from her trunk. Who on earth would be wandering the grounds this time of night?

She looked again, zooming the Omnioculars in for a better view. Yes, definitely a leg. A long, smoothly-muscled leg with a VERY nicely shaped buttock attached. Whoever he was (and it was very clearly a 'he') he was having a lot of fun with Squirmy. By the look on Squirmy's 'face', the feeling was mutual. The man's hands were massaging Squirmy's mantle in a manner that Hermione knew that the Squid found irresistible. He was obviously either a very quick study or had been one of Squirmy's Playthings for some time. Hermione assumed the latter. Interspecies relationships have their own special problems and a lack of intuitive understanding of erogenous zones was one of them. It was very unlikely that anyone would come up with such an erotic (to a giant squid) move on the first encounter.

As she watched, transfixed, the pace increased. Squirmy's arms moved more quickly now, kneading the man's buttocks, curling around his testicles and very erect penis. One set of arms were teasing at his nipples while another stroked suggestively up and down his back. Finally, with a cry of triumph that was audible (just) in Gryffindor tower the man climaxed. His face, exultant, lifted to the sky. Hermione knew that face, only too well. The long, hooked nose was one that Hermione had often seen in lessons. The mouth that usually sneered was stretched in a wide smile. The greasy hair was damp with sweat and lake water, plastered back on his head.

"Oh my..." breathed Hermione. "Professor Snape? One of Squirmy's special friends? The mind boggles."

She moved back to her bed, in a daze. She had been watching SNAPE... What a thought to take to bed... She lay on her back, and mused about those obviously expert hands fondling her as she had seen them fondle the squid. What would he be like?

Almost involuntarily, her hand moved to her own breast, teasing at the nipples. She imagined a tentacle (or was it a sallow-skinned hand?) joining in the fun. Her other hand slipped lower, fingers parting the labia to rub, gently at first then harder at the sensitive little nub. In her mind, she was joined by a thoughtful, demanding lover. Was it the magically-enhanced giant squid? Was it the sardonic Potions Master whose enveloping robes covered such an unexpectedly intriguing body? As her questing fingers rubbed harder and her body began to write towards it's own climax it seemed that her imagination provided both of them in her bed.

Sated, and finally exhausted enough to sleep, she decided that it was both. Sweet, peaceful dreams were her lot for the rest of the night.

Far below, Severus Snape dressed and returned to his room. Satisfied and relaxed, he had no idea that he had been observed at his pleasures.