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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
20
Views:
6,512
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.
The Fatal Attraction of Sybil Trelawney
The Fatal Attraction of Sybil Trelawney
In the Great Hall, Sybil Trelawney looked down the table longingly at Professor Lecter. For years she had been sweet on Professor Snape, but it had been decidedly one-sided. The Potions Master didn’t care whether she lived or died, and told her so on numerous occasions. He wasn’t a wizard to hedge on words. Sybil’s affections were as wanted as a basilisk bite as far as the dark wizard was concerned. And ten times as poisonous.
When Hannibal Lecter arrived at the school, Sybil found him quite attractive with his reserved ways and soft voice. His dark brown hair and strange maroon eye color set well with the witch. He was no Severus, but he was always a gentleman, something Sybil appreciated, especially compared to the Potions Master, who had no problem being rude.
Professor Lecter pegged Sybil almost the moment he learned of the post she held. The bangles, trailing scarves and hollow seer voice showed him how desperate she was to be taken seriously, not realizing it was these very aspects that showed her to be less than what she was. The truth was Sybil was an aging, lonely, sherry driven fraud. This was not to say she did not have a gift…but that it was not a gift she could call upon when needed. She lived an illusionary life, imagining greatness that just wasn’t there, as well as a lover that would never become more than a fantasy in Snape.
Yet, for all her physical faults of being too thin and emotional faults of being too needy, she had the most delicious pair of lips Hannibal had ever seen. Full, luscious, tender. Lips that seemed wrong placed upon her less than fleshy face. Lips that didn’t belong to her sparse frame.
The muggle wasn’t blind. It was obvious the witch was attracted to him…and he was attracted to those full lips if nothing else. The hunger that he forced down for the past few weeks reasserted itself with force.
It would be simple really. Sybil was so starved and so susceptible to her own desires that he could feed his need without being exposed.
When Hannibal appeared in the infirmary and asked Poppy for a bit of her marvelous healing potion for his personal use, the medi-witch willingly gave it to the muggle. It was rare that anyone showed so much appreciation for something so common in her stores.
Now it was only a matter of responding to Sybil’s signals and using his knowledge to thwart discovery afterwards.
This need not end in death.
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A/N: Another drabble. It’s 3:58 in the morning…I should be asleep….but alas sleep doesn’t seem to want to come. Neither do chapters for Song or Secret. So…another drabble. Thanks for reading.
In the Great Hall, Sybil Trelawney looked down the table longingly at Professor Lecter. For years she had been sweet on Professor Snape, but it had been decidedly one-sided. The Potions Master didn’t care whether she lived or died, and told her so on numerous occasions. He wasn’t a wizard to hedge on words. Sybil’s affections were as wanted as a basilisk bite as far as the dark wizard was concerned. And ten times as poisonous.
When Hannibal Lecter arrived at the school, Sybil found him quite attractive with his reserved ways and soft voice. His dark brown hair and strange maroon eye color set well with the witch. He was no Severus, but he was always a gentleman, something Sybil appreciated, especially compared to the Potions Master, who had no problem being rude.
Professor Lecter pegged Sybil almost the moment he learned of the post she held. The bangles, trailing scarves and hollow seer voice showed him how desperate she was to be taken seriously, not realizing it was these very aspects that showed her to be less than what she was. The truth was Sybil was an aging, lonely, sherry driven fraud. This was not to say she did not have a gift…but that it was not a gift she could call upon when needed. She lived an illusionary life, imagining greatness that just wasn’t there, as well as a lover that would never become more than a fantasy in Snape.
Yet, for all her physical faults of being too thin and emotional faults of being too needy, she had the most delicious pair of lips Hannibal had ever seen. Full, luscious, tender. Lips that seemed wrong placed upon her less than fleshy face. Lips that didn’t belong to her sparse frame.
The muggle wasn’t blind. It was obvious the witch was attracted to him…and he was attracted to those full lips if nothing else. The hunger that he forced down for the past few weeks reasserted itself with force.
It would be simple really. Sybil was so starved and so susceptible to her own desires that he could feed his need without being exposed.
When Hannibal appeared in the infirmary and asked Poppy for a bit of her marvelous healing potion for his personal use, the medi-witch willingly gave it to the muggle. It was rare that anyone showed so much appreciation for something so common in her stores.
Now it was only a matter of responding to Sybil’s signals and using his knowledge to thwart discovery afterwards.
This need not end in death.
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A/N: Another drabble. It’s 3:58 in the morning…I should be asleep….but alas sleep doesn’t seem to want to come. Neither do chapters for Song or Secret. So…another drabble. Thanks for reading.