100 Ways to Kill a Weasley
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
93
Views:
41,801
Reviews:
236
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
1
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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.
"DIE YOU MURDERING BASTARD!"
Well, it seemed like a good idea at the time. My plan, that is. I was sure Hermione was just confused, maybe even under a spell. Imperious, perhaps.
I mean what did she see in the greasy git? He\'s a nasty bastard, ugly as sin and old enough to be her father. The thought of Snape fucking \'MY GIRL\' was enough to make me sick.
She needed a wake up call. Maybe if I showed her a side of Snape that she didn\'t find appealing; well she\'d be devastated and I told her I would always be there with a shoulder to cry on.
So the plan was this, polyjuice myself as the git, let Hermione catch me in a compromising position and BAM, I\'d have her again by the end of the week. Simple.
There I was, strolling up Diagon Alley wearing billowing black robes and a hawk like appearance with one of Madame Selines best girls on my arm. As soon as I\'d found Hermione, the girl would drop right there, crowds be damned, and suck me off. Brilliant. Hermione would be crushed and I\'d get a blow job to boot.
What I didn\'t take into account was the hatred most people still had for the ex-deatheater, murderer of Albus Dumbledore. Sure he\'d been cleared of all charges, but that decision had not been a popular one.
The crowds parted as I walked up the alley, heading for Flourish & Blotts. Ever predictable Hermione was bound to be there. People sneered, some name called and others spat as I strode past. A cloaked and hooded figure stood a few metres in front of us. Before I knew what was happening, his wand was raised and all I heard as everything went black was,
"DIE YOU MURDERING BASTARD!"
As my soul was leaving my body, I looked at my assassin. A hawkish nose, black glittering eyes and a smirk were just visible under the hood.
I mean what did she see in the greasy git? He\'s a nasty bastard, ugly as sin and old enough to be her father. The thought of Snape fucking \'MY GIRL\' was enough to make me sick.
She needed a wake up call. Maybe if I showed her a side of Snape that she didn\'t find appealing; well she\'d be devastated and I told her I would always be there with a shoulder to cry on.
So the plan was this, polyjuice myself as the git, let Hermione catch me in a compromising position and BAM, I\'d have her again by the end of the week. Simple.
There I was, strolling up Diagon Alley wearing billowing black robes and a hawk like appearance with one of Madame Selines best girls on my arm. As soon as I\'d found Hermione, the girl would drop right there, crowds be damned, and suck me off. Brilliant. Hermione would be crushed and I\'d get a blow job to boot.
What I didn\'t take into account was the hatred most people still had for the ex-deatheater, murderer of Albus Dumbledore. Sure he\'d been cleared of all charges, but that decision had not been a popular one.
The crowds parted as I walked up the alley, heading for Flourish & Blotts. Ever predictable Hermione was bound to be there. People sneered, some name called and others spat as I strode past. A cloaked and hooded figure stood a few metres in front of us. Before I knew what was happening, his wand was raised and all I heard as everything went black was,
"DIE YOU MURDERING BASTARD!"
As my soul was leaving my body, I looked at my assassin. A hawkish nose, black glittering eyes and a smirk were just visible under the hood.