Saving Miss Granger (Small Edit)

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Chapter 2 ~ The First Wave

Albus led the majority of the wizards and Poppy through the floo to the infirmary. Hagrid and Firenze were too large to pass through the fireplace, so had to take the shifting stairs to the infirmary floor.

Half-giant and centaur walked silently to the main staircase and began their journey. Firenze wasn't exactly enthusiastic about taking the moving stairwells, but had no choice. Hagrid noticed the stairwells did not move as quickly as normal. Perhaps they were attuned to those who used them. The centaur needed more time to mount the landings after all.

Hagrid looked at the centaur and cleared his throat uncomfortably. Firenze's blue eyes shifted towards him.

"I'm not happy 'bout this yer know Firenze," the half-giant confided, "I've known 'Ermonie since she was a wee witch. I never thought of her like this. Poor lil thing."

"Yes," Firenze agree, "It is quite unfortunate."

They stepped on to the next landing. Hagrid looked at the centaur curiously.

"So do yer know whut yer going ta do, Firenze? I mean, since yer can't…yuh know…" the wizard asked, looking at Firenze's handsome equine body.

The centaur looked at him coolly.

"Yes. I know what I will do, Hagrid. Centaurs rarely become involved with humans for obvious reasons. We prefer our females. However, sometimes there are dalliances between male centaurs and human females. They do not involve intercourse for the most part, unless the witch is favorable to such an act, which in fact is bestiality. She would have to be a very strong witch however, since a centaur penis is much larger than a human male's organ and…well we are much stronger also. Yet a centaur can give a human woman much pleasure in other ways if he chooses. I am sure I will be able to keep the witch stimulated," Firenze replied confidently.

Hagrid's eyebrows rose.

"But whut are yer going ta do ta her?" the half-giant insisted as they stepped off the shifting stairs to the corridor that led to the infirmary.

Firenze smirked at him.

"A gentleman never tells," he responded, flicking his tail.

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Albus and the wizards emerged directly into what looked like a waiting room. There were several cushioned chairs, a table with a stack of magazines, another larger table on which were piled sandwiches, pitchers of pumpkin juice and treacle tarts. Another table held a slew of small bottles. Potions. There was also a rather large bench, presumably for Hagrid. A single door with a blue light shining next to it was recessed into the wall directly across from the chairs.

Poppy looked at the wizards as they sat down. Good gods, poor Hermione. The medi-witch pointed to the light, which was burning very brightly.

"This light is an indicator of the Spell Mistress' vital signs. When it is bright blue as it is now, it means she is being properly stimulated and she is safe. When the light dims that means she is failing and requires more stimulation. Use this light to judge when to enter the room. It will grow dull when the wizard ahead of you is…spent or being ineffective. In either case, the next in line will enter the room and relieve him. Is that clear?" Poppy asked the wizards, her face tight.

All the wizards nodded. Marcus rubbed his hands together. He couldn't wait to get started. None of the wizards told any of the others what their numbers were. Albus preferred they wait until it was actually their turn. The old wizard sat down next to Harry, who looked very dejected. He placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Not easy, is it, Harry?" he asked the boy-who-lived.

Harry looked at him.

"No sir, it isn't. The idea of all these wizards even touching Hermione makes me sick to my stomach. Especially Draco," Harry replied, looking over at the blonde wizard with hatred in his eyes. "Then, knowing that Professor Snape is in there now…shagging her. It's almost too much sir."

Harry lifted his glasses and rubbed at his eyes before lowering them again.

Albus nodded.

"I know son, but would you rather she died?" the Headmaster asked him.

"No," Harry said brokenly. "I don't want her to die."

"Then don't think of them as shagging her, Harry. Think of them as saving her. It's easier that way," the wizard replied.

Harry drew in a deep breath and fell silent.

"Where the hell is Firenze?" Marcus said, frowning. "Let's get this show on the road."

Harry looked at the Dark Arts teacher hatefully but didn't say anything.

"Hell, he's got four legs," Draco grumbled, leaning back in a chair seated next to his father, "You think he'd move faster than this."

"I'll go check," Poppy said, glad to get out of the room of randy wizards. She pressed several bricks and the door slid open. Hagrid and Firenze stood outside, peering down at the medi-witch who stepped back.

"Come in gentlemen," she said.

Hagrid ducked and shouldered his bulk through the door. Firenze followed, leaning his well-built upper body forward and walking through, his hooves clip-clopping on the stone floor. Poppy slipped out the door and closed it behind her. She didn't want to witness this. She only hoped the spell would wear off soon.

Draco leaned into his father.

"You think he's going to fuck the witch?" he asked his sire.

Lucius studied the centaur.

"No. He already said that he wouldn't do that. But there is more than one way to bring a witch to orgasm as you know, Draco. I imagine the centaur knows this," Lucius replied as Firenze walked up to the door, took a deep breath and opened it, walking in and using a hind leg to close it.

The light remained bright blue.

"It seems Severus is still on top of things," Lucius observed, his mouth quirking at the pun.

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The Potions Master was still on top of things indeed, busily fucking the witch in a huge four-poster bed, Hermione's legs trapped under his arms as he drove into her rhythmically, burying his cock in the moaning witch to the hilt. Hermione was saying his name sexily, and the wizard was focused. He had been at it for more than an hour and looked as if someone had thrown a bucket of water over him. Sweat poured down his back and his lank black hair was soaked. He had his eyes tightly closed and seemed to be chanting something every time he withdrew from the witch.

Firenze listened carefully.

"Albus and Minerva…..First year Potions….Roses….the Dark Lord…Sybil Trelawney…" he panted. He was rattling off the names of things he disliked in order to keep from climaxing.

Firenze cleared his throat as he watched the wizard fuck the writhing witch.

"Thank gods," Severus breathed as he heard the centaur. He opened his eyes and looked down at Hermione. Gods, she was beautiful, sexy, and had the best pussy he'd experienced in a long, long time. Now he could let go.

"You're delectable, Miss Granger," he groaned, beginning to drive into the witch, making her gasp and buckle. Most witches would be screaming under his power and his huge organ, but the spell was affecting the witch…she could take it all as long as it was male contact.

Severus' eyes rolled up into his head as he began to tighten, pleasure building to an almost impossible level. Then Hermione convulsed and orgasmed, letting out a cry that made the wizard's balls draw up and the Professor came with a shout.

"Yes…yes…witch," he breathed down at Hermione, who looked up at him with hot amber eyes.

"You're so good, Professor…I never dreamed you'd be so good," the witch said.

The wizard stared down at her as he pulsed and filled the witch, thinking he would like to do this again…when she wasn't in crisis. He dropped on to her body and kissed the witch, tasting her thoroughly before he withdrew, his black eyes studying her.

"Your misfortune was my fortune, Miss Granger," he said to her silkily, "And I am most grateful for it."

He rolled off the witch, and stood up. The wizard froze when he saw Firenze looking at the witch, then the light. It was slowly beginning to dim.

Outside, the wizards all noticed the light dimming.

"Snape must be finished," Marcus said. "The horse's turn now."

Albus scowled at Marcus.

"Firenze is a crossbreed, Mr. Delaluci. Surely you know what that is," the Headmaster said evenly.

Marcus fell silent at the wizard's reference to his secret heritage. One of his ancestors had been a dragon, and the bloodline gave him certain attributes and abilities. For example, he had violet eyes that could telescope and zoom in on any object, no matter the distance, and when they telescoped, they turned black. They also turned black with he was aroused. He could also see in the dark very well and sense Dark Magic, his eyes reflexively and painfully telescoping whenever he was in its presence. The witches loved his eyes. They also loved the other gift his ancestor had given him.

In situations like this, it definitely came in handy.

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"Firenze, what are you doing here?" Severus said incredulously, his black eyes drifting over the wizard's animal half.

"Albus requested the aid of every male staff member," the centaur replied as Severus picked up his wand and scourgified Hermione, who was beginning to writhe with need. Her eyes fell on the centaur.

"Firenze," she sighed, "Can you help me?"

The centaur approached the bed.

"I will try witch," he said gently. He saw the blue light was growing dimmer and Hermione was paling slightly. He looked back at Severus.

"I don't intend to fuck her, Severus," the centaur said, backing up and kneeling on his forelegs so he could reach Hermione.

Severus scourgified himself and began to dress, watching the centaur as he gently grasped Hermione and turned her so her legs hung off the side of the bed.

"Firenze, help me," the witch implored him…her voice weakening.

"I will witch. I will. Trust Firenze," he said to her softly.

"How?" the witch gasped her eyes beginning to dim.

"Like this," he said, opening his mouth and letting his tongue roll out.

Severus' jaw dropped as the light blazed a very brilliant blue as the witch stared at the centaur. The crossbreed's tongue was so long he could easily touch his hairline with the tip of it. He pulled it back into his mouth and smiled at the witch.

"Centaurs have very long tongues…a gift from our equine ancestry," Firenze said, moving back on his forelegs so he could put the witch's legs over his shoulders. The light continued to burn a brilliant blue. He looked over at Severus, who stood frozen.

"Aren't you supposed to be dressing, Professor?" the centaur said, one eyebrow arched, "or are you playing voyeur as well as savior?"

Severus began to dress hurriedly as the centaur lowered his head to Hermione's core. The witch let out a screech of delight as the wizard applied his tongue to her, the light flashing so brightly it was nearly blinding.

Outside the wizards brought their hands in front of their eyes to block the flare-up of light

"What the fuck is Firenze doing to her?" Ron said in awe.

Harry shook his head.

"I don't know, but she is definitely being stimulated," he said, frowning slightly.

Ron quietly hoped that Firenze hadn't succumbed to lust and stuck his huge horse cock into the witch despite his reservations. Hell, he'd be a hard act to follow. The red-haired wizard wanted Hermione to remember what he was like.

The door opened and Severus walked out. He looked at the line of seated wizards momentarily, then headed over to the table of bottles, picked one up, uncorked it and drank it down. After a moment, he sighed with relief, sat down next to the table of sandwiches and poured himself a large glass of pumpkin juice, which he drank down thirstily. He was parched.

"How…how is Hermione, Professor?" Harry asked him, scowling slightly at the thought of the dark greasy bastard sticking his cock in Hermione.

Severus looked at Harry.

"None the worse for wear," he replied, smirking at the young Auror. Severus knew Harry hated the idea that he had fucked his best friend and reveled in it.

Marcus leaned forward and pointed at the brightly blazing light.

"What is Firenze doing to her?" he asked the Potions Master.

Severus' eyes flicked over Marcus with dislike.

"You will have to ask Firenze, Mr. Delaluci. Gentlemen never tell," he responded, picking up a sandwich and biting into it.

Marcus settled back in his chair. It was clear the Potions Master wasn't going to give up any information. It didn't matter. As long as he got his chance at the witch.

Both Filch and Flitwick were fairly quivering with excitement. Neither had ever had a witch as lovely as the Spells Mistress. The Charms Master was so aroused his cock ached. He couldn't wait for his chance to have at Hermione.

Filch's face was contorted worse than normal as he imagined how he would twist and turn the young, pretty witch. He remembered all the trouble she had caused him when she was a student.

"Now I'll get you," he said under his breath. "Old Filch has got his chance, he has." His foot bobbed impatiently as he looked at his number. "Won't be too long."

But Filch was wrong. Firenze stayed in the bedroom with Hermione for more than an hour, the blue light flaring up now and again. Finally it began to fade slowly.

Draco stood up, grinning.

"My turn," he said, striding up to the door, opening it and walking through.

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A/N: Severus down. Firenze down. Now Draco. Now that wasn't so bad, was it? Firenze had it going on. Severus seems rather stuck on Hermione. Lol on the list he used to keep from coming. Now, what will Draco do? We'll find out next chapter. Please review.