Through the Looking Glass ~ COMPLETED

Chapter 24 ~ A Dose of Reality 2

”That’s enough,” Snape hissed at the witch licking between his toes as he lay on his back, propped up on his elbows.

After coating her breasts and throat with come, the wizard set Hermione about cooling down his body . . . with her tongue, front and back. By the time she finished, his erection was back with a vengeance. He sat up, and caught her by a hank of hair and pulled her forward so they were face to face, Hermione straddling his long, pale legs.

The witch said nothing as she looked into his narrowed, cold eyes. He didn’t want her speaking unless spoken to and asked to respond.

”I can smell you,” Snape said with deceptive softness. “You are a twisted, sick little witch to get off on this kind of treatment. I know you’ve been sexually active for at least two years, the wizards in your world getting off on fucking children . . . “

Hermione wanted to stand up for her world. Fifteen was not a child. Just because these repressed bastards thought a pussy didn’t ripen until at least the age of seventeen didn’t mean it was true. And anyway, most started out with wizards their own age and didn’t engage anyone older until they got the gist of it. Hermione’s first encounter had been a threesome with Fred and George Weasley, both of whom had been anxiously awaiting her fifteenth birthday. Actually, that’s how Ron made it in after his brothers graduated and Hermione had developed a taste for them. What made it easier to engage the redheaded wizards was that fact that their Pureblood status was always in question and most believed they did have Muggle blood. Add to that the fact that Arthur Weasley associated closely with Muggles, and the Weasley family was more palatable than most. She fucked Harry because he was famous and always facing death, which she found a turn on.

Harry fucked her because he could. She was very selective.

But her selectiveness wasn’t doing a thing for her now as she faced Snape, who suddenly fell to his back, reached around her and grasped the base of his swollen cock. He slapped it against her ass several times, stinging her flesh because he was so hard.

”Get on it,” he told her, still grasping his tool and slapping her breasts hard with his other hand as she shifted, lifting her body. She gasped as he settled against her wet core, rubbing the head over her clit and spreading her juices, his hand getting wet in the process.

The witch was dripping.

”Come on!” he snarled, suddenly grasping her shoulders and pulling her down hard, sliding her sleeve over his enormous cock, fighting back a groan as he embedded himself inside her. As angry as he was, it had been a long time since he’d stuck his wand in a woman, and despite Hermione’s character, her pussy felt divine.

Hermione’s eyes widened as she slid over him, then went half-lidded. He was huge. Fucking huge. It felt as if a Quidditch bat was thrust inside her, and he wasn’t even all the way in. Snape lay steady, looking at her for a moment, before bringing his wet hand to her mouth.

”Lick it clean,” he ordered.

Hermione obediently licked her own lubrication off the wizard’s pale hand. Snape rubbed it across her lips a few times until he was satisfied she’d gotten every drop, then folded his arms under his head, his face contorting.

”You’re tighter than I thought you’d be, but then again, with a cock the size of mine, tightness is rarely an issue,” he said to the witch. “Now, start riding. Show me what years of using your pussy as a weapon has gotten you, Miss Granger.”

Snape planned to fuck the witch to tears, but if she had skills, he certainly wanted to enjoy them first. He let out a surprised groan as Hermione rippled her inner muscles over him, not moving yet. It was exquisite. As if she had tiny fingers inside her twat that massaged his length independently. Then, he let out a surprised gasp as her pussy sucked on just his embedded head as if a mouth were situated at the very end of it. The wizard grasped the witch’s waist hard with both hands, squeezing her in reaction.

”What is that? What are you doing?” he hissed, angry at his own response to the little bitch.

Hermione couldn’t help a small, victorious smirk.

”I use a jade egg,” she said quietly, her brown eyes resting on him. “It gives me amazing muscle control. I can make a wizard come without moving, just with massage if I want to.”

”You’re a talented little whore, aren’t you?” Snape snapped.

He was angry that she did indeed have something special about her. He hadn’t counted on that.

”I’m talented,” the witch replied, “as to my being a whore, that’s a matter of perspective.”

In response, Snape suddenly gripped Hermione’s shoulders and pulled her downward, driving hard into the witch and making her shriek from his power and depth. Then he pulled her forward, so she lay face to face with him.

”In this situation, Miss Granger, it is only my perspective that matters,” he growled, wrapping his arms tight around her body and lustfully showing her his own “talent.”

”I’m no jade egg,” he breathed at the shrieking witch as he poured it on.

The Potions master showed the witch no mercy as he fucked her brutally, slamming his cock into her with all the power he could muster, slinging her around the bed and pinning her arms behind her back as he took her doggie style, plowing her across the bed and into the headboard before dragging her back like a carriage return, driving her forward again.

He fell to the side, lifting her leg and entering her from behind, his pale hands wrapped around her throat, squeezing as he buried himself in the witch to the hilt. Periodically, he’d withdraw and clamber up, making her suck her juices off his cock and not allowing her to come. He could feel the telltale clench and pulled away, finding satisfaction in roughly wrestling her and subduing her until he felt he could enter the witch again.

Hermione had never been treated in such a manner. There was no appreciation, only taking, devouring, claiming her body nearly soullessly, the wizard’s face twisted in derision as she cried out under him. At one point, when taking her from behind, her wrists locked in one pale hand, he shifted, stretching out one long leg and pressing his foot on her head, holding it down as he slammed into her viciously. Her cries were like a balm, and he fucked her until she was raw.

Then, he buggered her, slapping her ass with his palm until it was flaming red. This wasn’t the kind of spanking done for sexual pleasure, where the blows were carefully manipulated and glancing. He meant to bring her pain, but stopped before his attentions turned black and blue. Then he crouched over Hermione, standing on his feet and locking the sobbing witch in a semi-full nelson, riding her ass until she begged and pleaded with him to let her go back to Slytherin house.

Snape released her, pulling out of her puckerhole, eyeing its gaping mouth between her reddened buttocks with satisfaction. It didn’t look as if it would recover for a week. He roughly wrenched her around, bringing her face close to his cock and began jerking it, ordering her to lick his balls as he moved toward final release, one hand resting on the back of her head as her tongue flicked over him. She was still shuddering and her entire body was flushed, her hair a total mess. Snape’s head was cocked as he looked down at her, his tightly wrapped hand moving over his shaft quickly, pleasure welling up.

”Turn your face upward and look at me!” he cried, pulling back a ways and spurting in Hermione’s face just as she did so, the witch blinking madly as his come hit her open eyes.

”Yeeeessss. Oh, yesssss!” Snape breathed, smearing it into her skin with his other hand, his chest rising and falling from his release. He dropped into the bed on his knees, his head leaning forward as he panted. As soon as his breathing slowed, he looked at the witch.

”Get out,” he said coldly. “I’ll retrieve your wand. I suggest you think twice if you are considering using it on me.”

Hermione couldn’t respond. She had lost her voice from screaming. All she wanted to do was get out of here and get to her healing bag. She ached inside and out. It was difficult getting out of the bed. Snape watched her without evidencing a shred of sympathy. He flicked his wand at the door to unward it and watched as she exited, her ass still flaming, her steps slow. He hadn’t even Scourgified her.

Let her do it herself.

When Hermione exited, Snape climbed out of the bed, Scourgified himself and slipped on his robes. Then he walked into the study and watched as Hermione painfully put on her robes, having nothing underneath because he had shredded her bra and knickers. He unwarded his desk and retrieved her wand. He handed it to her, his eyes sharp.

But Hermione simply Scourgified herself as best she could. Snape let her out of his study, and then his office. She looked at him standing in the doorway.

”Paid in full, Miss Granger,” he purred at her, then closed the door in her face with finality.

She stood there, aching and feeling as if her body no longer belonged to her. She had never been with a wizard that was so cruel and vindictive for less reason. Snape knew what she was about. They had a deal, and she was more than willing to pay up when he provided what he did. But she hadn’t counted on his jealousy. In her world, jealousy was senseless and frowned upon. What a person did with someone else had no bearing on a separate relationship, and sex was fair barter. Snape’s treatment of her was completely unwarranted, no matter how he justified it. He truly was an evil wizard, more evil than anyone she’d encountered in her own world. Wizards there treated sex with her as a privilege. Snape acted as if it were his right, as if he owned her.

Part of her had enjoyed his brutal treatment until it became too much, and he refused to stop until she was nearly insane with pain. And then, just a “get out” and nothing more. For the first time in her life, Hermione Granger knew what it was like to be treated like she didn’t matter, like she was . . . .trash. Something she did to others all the time. It wasn’t a good feeling.

She wanted to go home.

Hermione slowly walked to Slytherin house. The common room was dark, thank goodness. No one was about. She made her way to her room, unwarding the door and turning up the torches with her wand. She made her way over to her dresser, opened up the healing bag and took out the powerful pain potion the Potions master had provided her with. She uncapped it and drank it down. After a minute or two, the worst of her ache was gone, although she could still feel the effects of her night with the wizard.

She turned to look at the Mirror of Erised, longing in her eyes . . . before she froze.

She saw herself, but she wasn’t standing in front of the mirror. She was lying in bed on her back, in her robes and staring up at the ceiling. Her hair was nice and curly, not stiff and ugly as it was now. That was her counterpart.

That was the other Hermione Granger!

She ran up to the mirror and starting banging on it.

”Over here! Look over here!” she cried at her mirror image, who didn’t respond.

”Look over here, you stupid bitch! I want to come home!” she raged.

Suddenly, Hermione looked over and saw the Mirror of Aversion showing a very disheveled image of herself, beating on the glass. She sat up.

It was her counterpart!

Hermione stood up and slowly approached the mirror. The other Hermione stopped banging on the glass and watched her approach, then pause and pick up a thick envelope, slipping it into her robes.

She didn’t care what that envelope was as the witch approached. They stood, staring at each other.

”I want to come home,” Gryffindor Hermione mouthed.

Slytherin Hermione studied her. Her counterpart’s eyes seemed so sad, as if . . . as if she’d been hurt in some way. Well, she probably had. She’d get over it.

Slytherin Hermione slowly placed her hand on the glass, staring at the reflection raising its hand as well. They both connected and the mirrors began to shimmer, magic rising around them. Once again the glass of the mirrors became like water, and both were drawn in, and then through each other, eyes closed and the world whirling around them as they reversed, returning to the worlds they belonged in.

Both witches opened their eyes and stared at each other. Slytherin Hermione nodded at Hermione, then turned and walked out the door, no doubt heading for Slytherin house.

Hermione let out a sigh of relief, then turned to look at her room. She was in Slytherin. She didn’t want to be here in the morning, so she too, exited her room, walking carefully through the unfamiliar place, entering the common room, passing through the damp corridor and pressing her hands all around the wall that led to the dungeon corridor. Luckily, she found some kind of trigger and it opened.

She walked briskly up the hall, not caring if Filch caught her or not. She approached the Potions office and the memory of the other Snape popped into her head unbidden. She tried to push him down, but then, something else rose in her mind. Oh no!

She hadn’t had a chance to drink the contraceptive potion! Oh, damn it.

Hermione wasn’t sure what time it was, but this was an emergency. She needed the After Sex potion immediately. She doubted Poppy would have any. She usually only carried it when there were to be balls and spiked punch. The only one who kept a year around supply was professor Snape, simply because he liked to have various potions on hand.

Hermione steeled herself, then knocked hard on the office door.

There was no answer.

She knocked harder.

Suddenly, the door was yanked open and professor Snape appeared, his black eyes glittering down at her, his face screwed up in distaste.

”What the fuck are you doing back here?” he hissed at her. “Get back to Slytherin before I give you more of the same treatment!”

Hermione blinked up at him.

”Professor Snape?” she said, her voice quavering. She didn’t know what was going on.

There was something about the witch’s voice that made him pause. Snape studied her face, and especially her hair, which was nothing like the rat’s nest Hermione wore when leaving. Then he looked into those eyes, those timid brown eyes looking back at him, full of confusion and yes . . . the vestiges of innocence.

“Miss Granger?” he asked, his pale face incredulous. “Our Miss Granger?”

Hermione nodded.

”Yes, sir. I’ve just come back . . . I haven’t even been to Gryffindor tower yet. I . . . I need to get a potion from you, sir. It’s important, and I don’t think Madam Pomfrey has it,” she said tremulously.

The stunned wizard opened the door wider.

”Forgive me for my less than stellar greeting, Miss Granger. I didn’t realize who you were. Come in,” he said softly.

Hermione entered his office and Snape closed the door behind her. Hermione turned to face him.

”And welcome home,” he said.

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A/N: I didn’t go into much depth with Slytherin Hermione and our Snape. Just enough to give ya’ll the gist of it. Well, the witches are home now. Let’s see what else happens. Thanks for reading.