Confrontation
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
20
Views:
6,510
Reviews:
37
Recommended:
1
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.
Reading Snape
Reading Snape
Professor Hannibal Lecter sat at the high table with the other staff members, looking down on his meal. He had ordered Carpaccio, a dish made with very thin pieces of raw veal served with a dressing of olive oil, lemon juice and other seasonings. The veal rested on a bed of green radicchio salad leaves, and accompanied by several thin slices of Parmesan cheese.
Professor Flitwick looked at Lecter’s meal with interest. He was always interested in trying new things…off of other people’s plates.
“That looks quite delicious, Professor Lecter,” he said to the muggle instructor.
Hannibal looked down on the tiny wizard.
”It is…fair, Professor Flitwick…though not quite what I prefer…but the texture is close enough if not the flavor,” the Professor purred, “And the portions are quite small.”
”I see,” Flitwick said, frowning slightly. By saying the portion was too small, he had effectively kept the Charms Professor from asking for a piece.
Hermione Granger entered the Great Hall, not looking up at the dais at all. She was flushed and looked as if she had been crying. Hannibal looked at her then smirked, pointedly looking down the table at Professor Snape, who was eyeing the witch with a thoughtful scowl.
Lecter chuckled to himself.
“So predictable,” the muggle thought as he sliced through a piece of veal, “The anti-social, dark wizard that dwells in the dungeons and pretends to hate all contact with the human race, not to mention harbors great house rivalry, has a fantasy concerning pounding some young, Gryffindor pussy to bits, and now that he has found out there is a bit of hot twat with his name on it, he’s trying to figure out just how to get at it while keeping his job. Coupled with years of frustration and aggravation with Miss Granger in the classroom, no doubt revenge figures heavily into his plotting. He will begin to work on her psyche and her fantasy life by finding some way to open her up…possibly through the illegal application of veritaserum, then, once he understands what drives her desire, makes himself even more desirable, coming in closer contact, lingering over her, making innuedos and heavy eye contact…his purpose to seduce the young witch into the dungeons after curfew. Tsk, tsk, Professor. And you see yourself as a reserved, in-control wizard when you are just as lecherous and randy as anyone else. You are as as selfish and dishonorable as they come. But...then again you are a Slytherin. Conscience is in short supply.”
At that moment, Snape looked down the dais at the muggle, frowning slightly.
Lecter toasted him with his goblet of wine and smiled darkly.
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A/N: Just a little drabble.
Professor Hannibal Lecter sat at the high table with the other staff members, looking down on his meal. He had ordered Carpaccio, a dish made with very thin pieces of raw veal served with a dressing of olive oil, lemon juice and other seasonings. The veal rested on a bed of green radicchio salad leaves, and accompanied by several thin slices of Parmesan cheese.
Professor Flitwick looked at Lecter’s meal with interest. He was always interested in trying new things…off of other people’s plates.
“That looks quite delicious, Professor Lecter,” he said to the muggle instructor.
Hannibal looked down on the tiny wizard.
”It is…fair, Professor Flitwick…though not quite what I prefer…but the texture is close enough if not the flavor,” the Professor purred, “And the portions are quite small.”
”I see,” Flitwick said, frowning slightly. By saying the portion was too small, he had effectively kept the Charms Professor from asking for a piece.
Hermione Granger entered the Great Hall, not looking up at the dais at all. She was flushed and looked as if she had been crying. Hannibal looked at her then smirked, pointedly looking down the table at Professor Snape, who was eyeing the witch with a thoughtful scowl.
Lecter chuckled to himself.
“So predictable,” the muggle thought as he sliced through a piece of veal, “The anti-social, dark wizard that dwells in the dungeons and pretends to hate all contact with the human race, not to mention harbors great house rivalry, has a fantasy concerning pounding some young, Gryffindor pussy to bits, and now that he has found out there is a bit of hot twat with his name on it, he’s trying to figure out just how to get at it while keeping his job. Coupled with years of frustration and aggravation with Miss Granger in the classroom, no doubt revenge figures heavily into his plotting. He will begin to work on her psyche and her fantasy life by finding some way to open her up…possibly through the illegal application of veritaserum, then, once he understands what drives her desire, makes himself even more desirable, coming in closer contact, lingering over her, making innuedos and heavy eye contact…his purpose to seduce the young witch into the dungeons after curfew. Tsk, tsk, Professor. And you see yourself as a reserved, in-control wizard when you are just as lecherous and randy as anyone else. You are as as selfish and dishonorable as they come. But...then again you are a Slytherin. Conscience is in short supply.”
At that moment, Snape looked down the dais at the muggle, frowning slightly.
Lecter toasted him with his goblet of wine and smiled darkly.
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A/N: Just a little drabble.