To Be A Slave
To The Dungeons
Dear Readers,
This is quicker thank I thought, although the chapters are a bit short. Please let me know if you would like longer ones. This, meanwhile will be very short. If you are wondering, the smut will come later!
HornyHermione
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ANON: What do you want it to be like? I have so many ideas! Trust me though, Hermione's in for a very bumpy ride :D.
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To Be A Slave
To The Dungeons
By HornyHermione
Down and down she fell. The cold air tore at her, ripped through her lungs. Was this where Snape went every day? No, this was probably some special torture room designed for her. And quite unexpectedly, she landed on her bottom on cold, stone floor. Yes, it had to be where he lived. Why else would she had landed in front of a door written Severus Snape?
She couldn't move, because of the ropes. So she lay there, stock still. Snape appeared a few moments later, landing far more gracefully than she did. Unfortunately for her, the first thing that he did was look at her. "Well well well. What have we got here?" And with agility that she remembered not, he flung open the door and kicked her right into the living room. The good thing was that ropes, which were so tight suddenly fell off. She curled up into a ball, wanting to protect her vunerable parts. Snape strode into the dark, dank room. He looked at her for a bit.
Then he said in a silky voice (not unlike the one he reserved for Harry) "stand up". Shakily, she stood up and got to her feet. Snape prowled around her, examining every inch of her.
Hermione was frightened. Here she was, in the clutches of a servant of the Dark Lord. Who knew what he was going to do to her? The best was that she was going to be set free.... Although that chance was very slim. As she thought about escape, Snape suddenly grabbed her by the hair and started walking up the dark stairway, pulling Hermione along behind.
"OWWW, Stop!" Hermione shrieked as she was dragged and scraped along the rocky edges. Snape just ignored her and continued marching along the hallway, turning in front of a large ebony door.
As soon as he opened the door, Hermione was thorwn onto the soft, rich carpet. Slowly picking herself up, she looked around. Almost everything in this massive room was black. The wood on he huge bed was black, the drawers, the curtains, even the desk!
The most beautiful thing, however, was a crystal mirror. It looked exactly as how she imagined the mirror of the Erised looked like. Not knowing how, she found herself standing in front of it. Mysteriously, her legs had taken her there. Now, she looked at her reflection. Her wild curls had gone out of the bun she had put it the morning earlier, and her uniform was smudged with dirt, dust and goodness knows what.
Suddenly, she felt Snape breathing down her back. How had he gotten here so silently? How long had he been there?
"Will you do everything I say?" His voice was gravelly and hard. In a moment of fright, Hermione whispered "yes."
"Good." Snape smiled, that smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Now take off your sweater." Suddenly Hermione realized what she had agreed to. And then she realized what Snape was going t odo to her. Why else would they be in a bedroom?
She could just hope that it wasn't that...
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Some lemony smut coming up! Also, English is my second language so if anyone is willing to Co-Author and help me edit , then I would be soooooo grateful!