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Enforced Therapy
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
10
Views:
6,957
Reviews:
28
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter (wish I did). I make no money from this (I'm still broke).
Harry
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Harry
Coming here was a mistake. I told them as much. But when they told me that I wouldn’t have to speak, I began to relax. That’s until they handed me this stupid notebook. Why they want me to write a thing in here is beyond me. Do they want me to tell every single detail about what happened? Tell them how I became the fucking man that lived again?
“Harry?” Hermione whispered next to me.
“What?”
“Uh, you’re muttering angrily under your breath,” she murmured. “It wouldn’t be a big deal…”
“But what?” I snapped. “I don’t want to do this. I don’t want to be here!”
“Yes, I figured out as much when you hexed your solicitor when the Wizmogot ordered you into this therapy program as a form of anger management,” she hissed. “I was attempting to point out to you that the therapist was beginning to look at you funny. But if you want to continue to talk to yourself, the first sign of madness by the way, in front of a man that can more than likely have you in this joke of a group session all the longer, than by all means don’t let me stop your drama.”
“Oh do stop your pouting, Mr. Potter,” Snape told me. “You weren’t the only one pulled into this joke as a form of anger management.”
“Hermione, why are you gripping your wand like that?” Ron asked her.
“More than likely because she and Mr. Snape were both ordered here because…what was that again? Oh yes, for blowing up statues of Cornelius Fudge while so much in their cups that they didn’t know they were being watched the entire time by high level ministry officials.”
“Then why didn’t anyone stop them?” I asked.
Lucius snorted. “Stop them? They were doing us all a favor! They were an eye sore. As a result they are here, rather than Azkaban.”
“It didn’t hurt either that they were found later on in the holding cell shagging like rabbits,” George told them.
“Who told you?” Hermione demanded.
He laughed. “I have my ways.”
“You also have lice so chances are you were there in holding for that prank you tried to pull without me,” Fred thought out loud. “Poorly done, brother. You should have waited for me to get out of St. Mungos.”
“Okay, this communication we’re doing is good, but shouldn’t we stay focused on Mr. Potter…”
“Oh please!” Snape snapped. “We’ve been hearing about Harry fucking Potter and his fucking life for the last twenty years! Do you think you can pull that oversized head out of your arse and focus on someone other than that drama queen?”
“Ever so greedy for attention,” Hermione purred.
“Miss Granger! What are you doing? Get off of Mr. Snape’s lap!”
“He’s a prude, dear heart,” Lucius told her. “Carry on. I, for one, have always enjoyed the sight of a beautiful woman giving a lap dance.”
“Hermione!” Ron screamed. “You…what…green lace…Do those even have covering in the back?”
“GRRR!!!”
NOTE FROM THEROPIST—MR. POTTER TORE UP QUILL AND STOMPED ON NOTE PAD UNTIL MISS GRANGER, MR. SNAPE, AND MR. MALFOY LEFT. I MUST SEE IF MISS GRANGER IS TRANSFERRING HER NEGATIVE EMOTIONS INTO SEXUAL AGRESSION. IT STANDS TO REASON THAT THE GIRL KNOWN AS THE BRIGHTEST WITCH OF HER AGE WOULDN’T BE THROWING HERSELF IN SUCH A FASHION AT ONE OF THE FOULEST TEMPERED GITS OF OUR AGE AND ONE OF THE MOST FAMOUS DEATH EATERS. BUT I FIND THERE IS NO ACCOUNTING FOR TASTE.
END OF SESSION
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Harry
Coming here was a mistake. I told them as much. But when they told me that I wouldn’t have to speak, I began to relax. That’s until they handed me this stupid notebook. Why they want me to write a thing in here is beyond me. Do they want me to tell every single detail about what happened? Tell them how I became the fucking man that lived again?
“Harry?” Hermione whispered next to me.
“What?”
“Uh, you’re muttering angrily under your breath,” she murmured. “It wouldn’t be a big deal…”
“But what?” I snapped. “I don’t want to do this. I don’t want to be here!”
“Yes, I figured out as much when you hexed your solicitor when the Wizmogot ordered you into this therapy program as a form of anger management,” she hissed. “I was attempting to point out to you that the therapist was beginning to look at you funny. But if you want to continue to talk to yourself, the first sign of madness by the way, in front of a man that can more than likely have you in this joke of a group session all the longer, than by all means don’t let me stop your drama.”
“Oh do stop your pouting, Mr. Potter,” Snape told me. “You weren’t the only one pulled into this joke as a form of anger management.”
“Hermione, why are you gripping your wand like that?” Ron asked her.
“More than likely because she and Mr. Snape were both ordered here because…what was that again? Oh yes, for blowing up statues of Cornelius Fudge while so much in their cups that they didn’t know they were being watched the entire time by high level ministry officials.”
“Then why didn’t anyone stop them?” I asked.
Lucius snorted. “Stop them? They were doing us all a favor! They were an eye sore. As a result they are here, rather than Azkaban.”
“It didn’t hurt either that they were found later on in the holding cell shagging like rabbits,” George told them.
“Who told you?” Hermione demanded.
He laughed. “I have my ways.”
“You also have lice so chances are you were there in holding for that prank you tried to pull without me,” Fred thought out loud. “Poorly done, brother. You should have waited for me to get out of St. Mungos.”
“Okay, this communication we’re doing is good, but shouldn’t we stay focused on Mr. Potter…”
“Oh please!” Snape snapped. “We’ve been hearing about Harry fucking Potter and his fucking life for the last twenty years! Do you think you can pull that oversized head out of your arse and focus on someone other than that drama queen?”
“Ever so greedy for attention,” Hermione purred.
“Miss Granger! What are you doing? Get off of Mr. Snape’s lap!”
“He’s a prude, dear heart,” Lucius told her. “Carry on. I, for one, have always enjoyed the sight of a beautiful woman giving a lap dance.”
“Hermione!” Ron screamed. “You…what…green lace…Do those even have covering in the back?”
“GRRR!!!”
NOTE FROM THEROPIST—MR. POTTER TORE UP QUILL AND STOMPED ON NOTE PAD UNTIL MISS GRANGER, MR. SNAPE, AND MR. MALFOY LEFT. I MUST SEE IF MISS GRANGER IS TRANSFERRING HER NEGATIVE EMOTIONS INTO SEXUAL AGRESSION. IT STANDS TO REASON THAT THE GIRL KNOWN AS THE BRIGHTEST WITCH OF HER AGE WOULDN’T BE THROWING HERSELF IN SUCH A FASHION AT ONE OF THE FOULEST TEMPERED GITS OF OUR AGE AND ONE OF THE MOST FAMOUS DEATH EATERS. BUT I FIND THERE IS NO ACCOUNTING FOR TASTE.
END OF SESSION
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Thanks for reading. Please REVIEW!!