Once Upon a Hallow\'s Eve
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Severus
Once Upon a Hallow’s Eve
By ziggy zanzibar
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, plots, spells, beasts (both malignant and benign), or any other preexisting notions from the Harry Potter series. It is a rather superior creation of J.K. Rowling, and I delight in borrowing her magical ideas for my own twisted purposes.
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Chapter Two – Severus
HALLOWEEN WAS JUST like any other day as far as Potions class was concerned. Hermione sighed as she checked her watch, uncharacteristically impatient to be done learning. She was expecting an ancient text on Arithmancy to arrive via owl at her room at any moment now, and she couldn’t wait to devour the information within.
There was a loud explosion from the table on her left, and Hermione didn’t even bother to be surprised. Neville had exploded so many cauldrons at this point that she was uncertain whether loud noises could scare her anymore.
“Longbottom!” Snape roared. “How many times are you going to disrupt my class with your damned incompetence? Ten points from Gryffindor!”
He then rounded on Hermione, who was partnered with Harry. “And you, Miss Granger! Why didn’t you tell him his shrivelfigs were chopped too thickly? Another ten points from Gryffindor for your failure to prevent this mishap.”
“That’s not fair!” Harry said loudly. Snape whirled around and glared venomously at him.
“Keep your mouth shut, Potter, or you’ll lose double the points your classmates have lost.”
Harry did keep his mouth shut, but Hermione, as usual, did not.
“He’s right! That was completely uncalled for!” Hermione snapped. “Every time I do try to help him, you deduct points! Every time I let him go at it on his own, you deduct points! I’ve HAD IT with your double standards!”
The class watched with bated breath. Even Malfoy had the sense to stay quiet.
Snape’s temple looked suspiciously as though it were about to explode. “I’ve had quite enough of your impertinence, Miss Granger,” he said in a deathly low whisper. “You are by far the most irritating—”
“What?” Hermione interrupted. “The most irritating, insufferable know-it-all you’ve had the displeasure of teaching in your entire career at Hogwarts?”
He lost it. “EVERYBODY OUT! NOW!” Snape gripped Hermione’s arm so tight she was sure it was going to turn black and fall off. With a worried look, Harry gathered his books and scurried out, Ron close behind.
When the last student had left and the door had been shut, Snape threw down Hermione’s arm and slammed his hands on her desk.
“Who do you think you are?” he hissed. “What gives you the bloody right to disrespect your professor in such a blatant manner?”
Hermione rubbed her arm gingerly. “And what gives you the right to treat me like a pile of hippogriff shit?” she retorted.
They stared each other down for a moment.
“Because I can,” Snape finally said coolly, his voice growing louder as he spoke. “When you have risked your life to save the ones you love as well as the ones you hate… When you have suffered under the wand of a cruel master, taking the pain and the torture he doles out all too liberally… When you have saved the wizarding world from a threat too great for them to understand and given the credit to another – then you may speak to me however you desire!”
The witch narrowed her eyes. “Well then, sign me up for the Death Eaters, because someone needs to put you in your bloody place.”
She had hit one too many nerves, the last being the breaking point. Snape snarled and literally pulled her out of her chair and onto the desk, where she sat with a pounding heart.
“You think you could bear it, do you?” he growled furiously, inches from her face. “You think you could become a Death Eater and perform all of the duties required of you? I don’t believe for a second that a snip of a girl such as yourself could murder innocent children, let alone torture, rape, and kill.”
Snape leaned closer, making Hermione’s heart thump even more wildly out of control, her breath coming heavily. “You want to see what a Death Eater is really like, Miss Granger?” He ran his right hand roughly up her leg. “Can you handle it?”
To his surprise, Hermione’s eyes closed and she moaned. This was unexpected, but not wanting to interrupt his intimidation, he continued. She would break eventually.
“The initiation alone would kill you,” he whispered, his other hand following suit. “They pick one Death Eater to teach you the meaning of pain and hatred.” Snape leaned into Hermione’s hair. “And they usually pick me.”
Hermione cried out, instinctively arching her back for closer contact. The wizard took advantage of her position to bite down a bit roughly into her neck, and Hermione flung her arms around him to dig her nails into his back.
“This one likes pain,” Severus noted, mostly for his own benefit. It appeared that she wasn’t going to break anytime soon, and he was rather enjoying this bit of tomfoolery, so he decided to keep up the game.
He jerked her face to his, capturing her in a rough kiss that bruised her lips. She moaned again and dug her nails harder into his robes.
Snape hissed and tugged Hermione’s legs apart, scooting her to the edge of the desk. “I’ll break you yet, witch.”
Hermione was rather useless, as Severus moved too quickly for her to really assist in the whole process. She also had a feeling that if she tried to assist, she would be punished. Though that might not be such a horrible thing after all.
The wizard snaked a hand up her skirt and looped a finger through her panties, which he quickly slid down and over her feet, tossing it carelessly aside. He opened his robes, unzipped his trousers, and pulled out his thick erection. Hermione couldn’t help but to give it an admiring look.
“Ready, Granger?”
He didn’t wait for an answer – by the time she had registered his words, he had slammed into her and begun pummeling her at a rapid pace.
“Aaah, fuck,” Hermione panted, placing her palms on the table behind her to brace herself.
She could feel herself getting close to climax, with each of his thrusts pressing hard into her g-spot. But as soon as he felt it, he slowed down nearly to a stop.
Hermione made an unhappy noise in protest, which was rewarded with a sharp bite on her shoulder.
“You’ll come when I want you to,” he said softly, his deep voice nearly sending her where he didn’t yet want her to go.
Fine then. He could have it his way. As he started to move in her again, she slid her hands under his robes and shirt, pressing her nails hard into his pale skin.
Snape cried out and pounded into her hard, seemingly losing his resolve to torture her. “All right Granger, let go. Let go!”
That was all the encouragement the witch needed. She screamed as she came hard, her folds clutching him in a death grip that, with a few more well-aimed thrusts, had him panting and spilling himself into her. He watched with satisfaction as some of his fluids seeped out on her thighs.
“Learned your lesson?” he whispered in her ear, biting softly on her earlobe.
Hermione nodded, breathless. “I have. Sign me up, I so want to be a Death Eater.”
Snape laughed, a low rumble in his chest that sent pleasant vibrations through Hermione.
“You’re certainly a piece of work, Miss Granger.” He flicked his wand once at Hermione and then himself, cleaning the sticky bodily fluids off of their skin and clothes. He helped Hermione down and pushed her books into her hands.
“Thanks for the lesson, Professor,” Hermione said cheekily as Snape propelled her toward the door.
He grunted. “If you weren’t such a know-it-all, there would be no need for such impromptu lessons in manners.”
The witch contemplated this for a moment. “In that case, I’ll be as insufferable as I can muster tomorrow.”
Snape sighed and shook his head. “You’re a dangerous witch.”
“So I’d make a good Death Eater then?” Hermione said hopefully, making Snape wonder if she really did try to irritate the fire out of him, though he was amused at her striving to become the type of fearful, despicable beast they had both fought so hard to defeat.
“Perhaps with a bit more training. But only if you’re on your worst behavior.”
“I’ll try my best.”
Snape returned the kiss that she placed on his lips as she reached for the door, murmuring in her ear: “Happy Halloween, you irritating little beast.”
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A/N: Ah, part two. That was… interesting. And let me clear this up right now: I’m not making light of being a Death Eater or the topics of rape, murder, and torture. They’re quite serious, actually (duh). So don’t take this fic too seriously – it’s just meant to be a fun little romp through my delightfully twisted imagination.
Hope you all are catching the similarities between the stories… ;-) They’re entirely intentional; I promise I’m not just being lazy or uncreative. The next one will take place somewhere outside Hogwarts, so get ready!
Happy haunting,
ziggy zanzibar
By ziggy zanzibar
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, plots, spells, beasts (both malignant and benign), or any other preexisting notions from the Harry Potter series. It is a rather superior creation of J.K. Rowling, and I delight in borrowing her magical ideas for my own twisted purposes.
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Chapter Two – Severus
HALLOWEEN WAS JUST like any other day as far as Potions class was concerned. Hermione sighed as she checked her watch, uncharacteristically impatient to be done learning. She was expecting an ancient text on Arithmancy to arrive via owl at her room at any moment now, and she couldn’t wait to devour the information within.
There was a loud explosion from the table on her left, and Hermione didn’t even bother to be surprised. Neville had exploded so many cauldrons at this point that she was uncertain whether loud noises could scare her anymore.
“Longbottom!” Snape roared. “How many times are you going to disrupt my class with your damned incompetence? Ten points from Gryffindor!”
He then rounded on Hermione, who was partnered with Harry. “And you, Miss Granger! Why didn’t you tell him his shrivelfigs were chopped too thickly? Another ten points from Gryffindor for your failure to prevent this mishap.”
“That’s not fair!” Harry said loudly. Snape whirled around and glared venomously at him.
“Keep your mouth shut, Potter, or you’ll lose double the points your classmates have lost.”
Harry did keep his mouth shut, but Hermione, as usual, did not.
“He’s right! That was completely uncalled for!” Hermione snapped. “Every time I do try to help him, you deduct points! Every time I let him go at it on his own, you deduct points! I’ve HAD IT with your double standards!”
The class watched with bated breath. Even Malfoy had the sense to stay quiet.
Snape’s temple looked suspiciously as though it were about to explode. “I’ve had quite enough of your impertinence, Miss Granger,” he said in a deathly low whisper. “You are by far the most irritating—”
“What?” Hermione interrupted. “The most irritating, insufferable know-it-all you’ve had the displeasure of teaching in your entire career at Hogwarts?”
He lost it. “EVERYBODY OUT! NOW!” Snape gripped Hermione’s arm so tight she was sure it was going to turn black and fall off. With a worried look, Harry gathered his books and scurried out, Ron close behind.
When the last student had left and the door had been shut, Snape threw down Hermione’s arm and slammed his hands on her desk.
“Who do you think you are?” he hissed. “What gives you the bloody right to disrespect your professor in such a blatant manner?”
Hermione rubbed her arm gingerly. “And what gives you the right to treat me like a pile of hippogriff shit?” she retorted.
They stared each other down for a moment.
“Because I can,” Snape finally said coolly, his voice growing louder as he spoke. “When you have risked your life to save the ones you love as well as the ones you hate… When you have suffered under the wand of a cruel master, taking the pain and the torture he doles out all too liberally… When you have saved the wizarding world from a threat too great for them to understand and given the credit to another – then you may speak to me however you desire!”
The witch narrowed her eyes. “Well then, sign me up for the Death Eaters, because someone needs to put you in your bloody place.”
She had hit one too many nerves, the last being the breaking point. Snape snarled and literally pulled her out of her chair and onto the desk, where she sat with a pounding heart.
“You think you could bear it, do you?” he growled furiously, inches from her face. “You think you could become a Death Eater and perform all of the duties required of you? I don’t believe for a second that a snip of a girl such as yourself could murder innocent children, let alone torture, rape, and kill.”
Snape leaned closer, making Hermione’s heart thump even more wildly out of control, her breath coming heavily. “You want to see what a Death Eater is really like, Miss Granger?” He ran his right hand roughly up her leg. “Can you handle it?”
To his surprise, Hermione’s eyes closed and she moaned. This was unexpected, but not wanting to interrupt his intimidation, he continued. She would break eventually.
“The initiation alone would kill you,” he whispered, his other hand following suit. “They pick one Death Eater to teach you the meaning of pain and hatred.” Snape leaned into Hermione’s hair. “And they usually pick me.”
Hermione cried out, instinctively arching her back for closer contact. The wizard took advantage of her position to bite down a bit roughly into her neck, and Hermione flung her arms around him to dig her nails into his back.
“This one likes pain,” Severus noted, mostly for his own benefit. It appeared that she wasn’t going to break anytime soon, and he was rather enjoying this bit of tomfoolery, so he decided to keep up the game.
He jerked her face to his, capturing her in a rough kiss that bruised her lips. She moaned again and dug her nails harder into his robes.
Snape hissed and tugged Hermione’s legs apart, scooting her to the edge of the desk. “I’ll break you yet, witch.”
Hermione was rather useless, as Severus moved too quickly for her to really assist in the whole process. She also had a feeling that if she tried to assist, she would be punished. Though that might not be such a horrible thing after all.
The wizard snaked a hand up her skirt and looped a finger through her panties, which he quickly slid down and over her feet, tossing it carelessly aside. He opened his robes, unzipped his trousers, and pulled out his thick erection. Hermione couldn’t help but to give it an admiring look.
“Ready, Granger?”
He didn’t wait for an answer – by the time she had registered his words, he had slammed into her and begun pummeling her at a rapid pace.
“Aaah, fuck,” Hermione panted, placing her palms on the table behind her to brace herself.
She could feel herself getting close to climax, with each of his thrusts pressing hard into her g-spot. But as soon as he felt it, he slowed down nearly to a stop.
Hermione made an unhappy noise in protest, which was rewarded with a sharp bite on her shoulder.
“You’ll come when I want you to,” he said softly, his deep voice nearly sending her where he didn’t yet want her to go.
Fine then. He could have it his way. As he started to move in her again, she slid her hands under his robes and shirt, pressing her nails hard into his pale skin.
Snape cried out and pounded into her hard, seemingly losing his resolve to torture her. “All right Granger, let go. Let go!”
That was all the encouragement the witch needed. She screamed as she came hard, her folds clutching him in a death grip that, with a few more well-aimed thrusts, had him panting and spilling himself into her. He watched with satisfaction as some of his fluids seeped out on her thighs.
“Learned your lesson?” he whispered in her ear, biting softly on her earlobe.
Hermione nodded, breathless. “I have. Sign me up, I so want to be a Death Eater.”
Snape laughed, a low rumble in his chest that sent pleasant vibrations through Hermione.
“You’re certainly a piece of work, Miss Granger.” He flicked his wand once at Hermione and then himself, cleaning the sticky bodily fluids off of their skin and clothes. He helped Hermione down and pushed her books into her hands.
“Thanks for the lesson, Professor,” Hermione said cheekily as Snape propelled her toward the door.
He grunted. “If you weren’t such a know-it-all, there would be no need for such impromptu lessons in manners.”
The witch contemplated this for a moment. “In that case, I’ll be as insufferable as I can muster tomorrow.”
Snape sighed and shook his head. “You’re a dangerous witch.”
“So I’d make a good Death Eater then?” Hermione said hopefully, making Snape wonder if she really did try to irritate the fire out of him, though he was amused at her striving to become the type of fearful, despicable beast they had both fought so hard to defeat.
“Perhaps with a bit more training. But only if you’re on your worst behavior.”
“I’ll try my best.”
Snape returned the kiss that she placed on his lips as she reached for the door, murmuring in her ear: “Happy Halloween, you irritating little beast.”
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A/N: Ah, part two. That was… interesting. And let me clear this up right now: I’m not making light of being a Death Eater or the topics of rape, murder, and torture. They’re quite serious, actually (duh). So don’t take this fic too seriously – it’s just meant to be a fun little romp through my delightfully twisted imagination.
Hope you all are catching the similarities between the stories… ;-) They’re entirely intentional; I promise I’m not just being lazy or uncreative. The next one will take place somewhere outside Hogwarts, so get ready!
Happy haunting,
ziggy zanzibar