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Afraid of the Dark
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Harry Potter › Threesomes/Moresomes
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
36,054
Reviews:
12
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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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.
Cooler in the dungeons
These are J.K.'s toys I'm just borrowing them and making them do dirty things. No monies will be made from this fiction.
A/N I need a beta anyone willing please e-mail me slytherinxxxprincess@yahoo.com Thanks!!
Professor Severus Snape sat at his desk in his private rooms. He had been marking the in-house end of year exams for most of the evening and was not one bit pleased by the standards he had thus far witnessed, judging by his depleted red ink bottle.
“Thick. Brainless. Dim-witted. Dunder-heads”.
He punctuated each word with an angry red slash across each page, leaning so heavily, his quill tip almost ripping the parchment to shreds.
‘At least’, he thought, ‘This will be my final term enduring these infuriating twits’.
Prof. Snape had long ago decided to resign, should the Dark Lord meet his inevitable end. Thus he had returned to Hogwarts to get his affairs in order before embarking on a new career. ‘Custom made potions and charms to order’. Lucius Malfoy, too, would be a financial backer to this fledgling business and was handy when it came to finding potential investors.
The potions master had been working on a number of projects in as many years, always putting whatever monies he had to spare, aside as a nest egg. He had received quite a hefty sum from the Ministry of Magic also, as an olive branch when his role in the war was in due course reviled.
Shuffling the remaining parchments on the desk, he decided to retire for the night, making his way to the over stuffed armchair sat in front of the fire. Settled quite comfortably, he held out his hand, wordlessly accio’d a bottle of Ogden’s finest and prepared to pour himself a generous measure.
As he lifted the glass to his lips, there was a timid, almost inaudible knock on the door. A ghost of a smile crossed his face as he stood to answer his late night visitor.
Swinging the door wide open, he caught sight of Hermione Granger standing, tiny fist raised to rap again. Jumping back at the suddenness, she stood looking at her feet waiting for him to speak.
“And to what do I owe the pleasure of this after curfew visit Miss Granger” he purred dangerously. He stepped forward grabbing her by the wrist and whipping her out of the dungeon corridor and into the warmth of his parlor.
Hermione was unprepared for this and lost her footing, catapulting herself straight into her potions teacher before landing with an ‘Oomph’ right on her arse where she sat dazedly for a time.
“Miss Granger, please conduct yourself. You are not amongst your constant companions, Potter and Weasley. Now, why are you disturbing me in my quarters at this.....unsociable hour?”
“I need a dreamless sleep potion please Professor Snape” she replied to her shoes, unable to meet his burning gaze.
“And why would you be needing that? Surely with exams over, and your future tutelage assured you would finally let that know it all brain of yours be at ease?”
He walked around her, standing close, close enough that she could feel the heat of his body before he turned and walked to his potion cabinet.
Hermione released the breath she didn’t know she had been holding. “No Sir, just bad dreams” she began to get her courage back.
“You know Miss Granger, bad dreams usually have a meaning and it would be unwise for one to dismiss this flippantly. I think you should suffer one more night, and then maybe you can decipher the underlying problem and cease to waste my time on such matters undeserving of it. Do you agree Miss Granger?”
“Sir, I think it’s nothing but my overworked mind, no problems underlying and would greatly appreciate a goods night’s sleep”
“Well then, we do have a problem here as I’m afraid I’ve run low, what with the N.E.W.T.’s and such. It will take 3 days to brew so I suggest you come back then.”
He waved a hand to dismiss her.
Hermione left the office in a huff.
“My, my, Miss Granger, what has your little knickers in a twist, hmm?” The potions master sat back in his chair and lashed back his tipple, hissing in delight as the whiskey burned its way down his throat.
A/N I'm soooo sorry for the delay I had 95% of this chapter written the day after I posted the first but I couldn't figure out how to end it. I assure you I'm back on form now and will update soon.
Thank you to those who reviewed, its much appreciated!!!
A/N I need a beta anyone willing please e-mail me slytherinxxxprincess@yahoo.com Thanks!!
Professor Severus Snape sat at his desk in his private rooms. He had been marking the in-house end of year exams for most of the evening and was not one bit pleased by the standards he had thus far witnessed, judging by his depleted red ink bottle.
“Thick. Brainless. Dim-witted. Dunder-heads”.
He punctuated each word with an angry red slash across each page, leaning so heavily, his quill tip almost ripping the parchment to shreds.
‘At least’, he thought, ‘This will be my final term enduring these infuriating twits’.
Prof. Snape had long ago decided to resign, should the Dark Lord meet his inevitable end. Thus he had returned to Hogwarts to get his affairs in order before embarking on a new career. ‘Custom made potions and charms to order’. Lucius Malfoy, too, would be a financial backer to this fledgling business and was handy when it came to finding potential investors.
The potions master had been working on a number of projects in as many years, always putting whatever monies he had to spare, aside as a nest egg. He had received quite a hefty sum from the Ministry of Magic also, as an olive branch when his role in the war was in due course reviled.
Shuffling the remaining parchments on the desk, he decided to retire for the night, making his way to the over stuffed armchair sat in front of the fire. Settled quite comfortably, he held out his hand, wordlessly accio’d a bottle of Ogden’s finest and prepared to pour himself a generous measure.
As he lifted the glass to his lips, there was a timid, almost inaudible knock on the door. A ghost of a smile crossed his face as he stood to answer his late night visitor.
Swinging the door wide open, he caught sight of Hermione Granger standing, tiny fist raised to rap again. Jumping back at the suddenness, she stood looking at her feet waiting for him to speak.
“And to what do I owe the pleasure of this after curfew visit Miss Granger” he purred dangerously. He stepped forward grabbing her by the wrist and whipping her out of the dungeon corridor and into the warmth of his parlor.
Hermione was unprepared for this and lost her footing, catapulting herself straight into her potions teacher before landing with an ‘Oomph’ right on her arse where she sat dazedly for a time.
“Miss Granger, please conduct yourself. You are not amongst your constant companions, Potter and Weasley. Now, why are you disturbing me in my quarters at this.....unsociable hour?”
“I need a dreamless sleep potion please Professor Snape” she replied to her shoes, unable to meet his burning gaze.
“And why would you be needing that? Surely with exams over, and your future tutelage assured you would finally let that know it all brain of yours be at ease?”
He walked around her, standing close, close enough that she could feel the heat of his body before he turned and walked to his potion cabinet.
Hermione released the breath she didn’t know she had been holding. “No Sir, just bad dreams” she began to get her courage back.
“You know Miss Granger, bad dreams usually have a meaning and it would be unwise for one to dismiss this flippantly. I think you should suffer one more night, and then maybe you can decipher the underlying problem and cease to waste my time on such matters undeserving of it. Do you agree Miss Granger?”
“Sir, I think it’s nothing but my overworked mind, no problems underlying and would greatly appreciate a goods night’s sleep”
“Well then, we do have a problem here as I’m afraid I’ve run low, what with the N.E.W.T.’s and such. It will take 3 days to brew so I suggest you come back then.”
He waved a hand to dismiss her.
Hermione left the office in a huff.
“My, my, Miss Granger, what has your little knickers in a twist, hmm?” The potions master sat back in his chair and lashed back his tipple, hissing in delight as the whiskey burned its way down his throat.
A/N I'm soooo sorry for the delay I had 95% of this chapter written the day after I posted the first but I couldn't figure out how to end it. I assure you I'm back on form now and will update soon.
Thank you to those who reviewed, its much appreciated!!!