Inside the Blackest Heart (Edit, Not Update)

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Chapter 4 ~ Down in the Dungeons

Hermione had patrolled all the upper floors. It was time for her to check the dungeons. Although she had no intention on stopping at Professor Snape’s office, she was experiencing a bit of anxiety at entering the dark halls. She walked down the stairs that led to the Main Hall and walked across it to the corridor that led down to the dungeon area. She took a deep breath. All she had to do was check the niches and hidden rooms all the way down to the Slytherin common room entrance, then come back and recheck them on her way out. There shouldn’t be a problem.

Hermione descended the stairs and walked swiftly through the dungeon corridors, stopping and shining her wand into the recesses and niches. She felt the amount of them had doubled. She pressed the pattern to open a hidden room, and shined the light. Two sets of shocked eyes met hers.

“All right, get dressed and get out here,” she said to the couple, who had been in the process of disrobing for a quick hot shag. She recognized the young man, a Slytherin. She wasn’t familiar with the girl. She waited outside the room, tapping her foot impatiently, her arms crossed. She had hoped she wouldn’t catch anyone down here. Finally the couple came out.

The young woman’s wide blue eyes met Hermione’s.

“We…we didn’t do anything you know,” she said to the Head Girl.

“I know,” Hermione responded, snorting a bit, “Coitus Interruptus.”

The girl blushed.

The young man looked at Hermione with a bit of a sneer.

“Philip Urnston, right?” Hermione said.

“Yes,” he hissed at her.

“Twenty-five points from Slytherin and a detention with Filch to be served Wednesday,” Hermione said.

“Twenty-five points! You’re just doing that because you’re a Gryffindor!” the young man accused.

“Would you like to try for fifty?” Hermione said sweetly.

The young man’s handsome face went red with rage.

“No,” he said sullenly.

“Good, now go back to your house,” Hermione directed. Philip turned and stalked away. Hermione turned to the young woman.

“Your name and house?”

“Helga Bedwin, Hufflepuff House,” she said in a small voice.

“All right. Fifteen points from Hufflepuff and two nights detention with Filch on Thursday and Friday,” Hermione said.

“But I’m supposed to go to Hogsmeade Friday night,” the young woman complained.

“That’s not my problem,” Hermione replied.

The girl frowned at her.

“Maybe if you had a boyfriend of your own to cuddle up to instead of books, you’d be more understanding,” Helga spat at her.

“Twenty points from Hufflepuff,” Hermione said smugly, “now go back to your house.”

Thoroughly pissed at the additional point loss, the young woman walked away.

Hermione sighed and continued her patrol. What the Hufflepuff said bothered her a little. That’s how everyone seemed to perceive her…as a cold bookworm who was jealous of other students’ relationships. She was just doing her job.

She checked the rest of the rooms and niches. Thankfully there were no more errant students. She walked down to the Slytherin House entrance and her eyes swept the area. No one was there. She turned to head back and suddenly Professor Snape appeared in front of her, his black eyes glittering.

Hermione made to walk around him. He stepped in front of her, blocking her way. She walked to the other side. Again the Potions Master blocked her way. She looked up at him, a coldness growing in her belly. She gripped her wand tighter. She would hex him if she had to.

The Potions Master just looked at her.

“Accio wand!” he said suddenly. Hermione’s wand flew out of her hand and neatly into his.

“Miss Granger. In the dungeon area,” he purred at her.

“I have every right to be here. I am on patrol and this was my last area to check,” she said, sounding braver than she really was, “now please return my wand so I can go.”

The Potions Master smirked at her.

“You didn’t stop by to see me tonight,” he said silkily.

Hermione looked at him as if he were stark, raving nutters.

“After what you showed me yesterday, did you really think I would, Professor?” she replied, amazed he would even suggest she’d come to his office when he clearly showed her what he would do to her.

“Possibly,” he said, his dark eyes meeting hers suggestively.

“I have no desire to be raped by you, Professor,” Hermione said, still trying to slip by him only to be blocked by his body.

“If you came willingly, Miss Granger, it wouldn’t be rape,” he said, his voice low now.

Hermione felt a twinge of desire in her belly despite herself. Snape’s eyes flickered a bit. His suspicion had been right. He had thought it over and wondered if Hermione stopping by so often might mean something else. By that little flash of desire in her eyes, he was sure it meant something else. Someone had a crush on the resident deatheater.

“You want me to fuck you,” he said, moving closer to her.

“What?” Hermione gasped, stepping back from the Potions Master, shocked at what he said, “I don’t know what Potions you’ve been drinking but…”

“Don’t try to lie to me, Miss Granger. Remember, I am a Legilimens. Do you want me to go inside your mind and see what you’ve been dreaming about lately?” he hissed at her.

“You have no right to do that. Now, you give me my wand and let me pass or I will report you to the Headmaster for sexual harassment,” she said bravely.

“Do you really think he’ll do anything to me, Miss Granger? I am his only link to Voldemort. He can’t dismiss me,” he said, moving toward her again, forcing her to back up until her back hit the wall. She was breathing hard now as he stood mere inches from her. She could feel his heat, and was mortified to find she was getting excited.

“Come to my office, Miss Granger,” the Potions Master whispered.

“No,” she whispered back, her voice seeming to fade out on her.

“You want to,” he whispered hypnotically, his silky voice slipping over the words persuasively.

“No I don’t. You want me to so you can do to me what you did in that image,” she snapped at him, her voice returning.

“Yes I do,” he said, “but I won’t twist your arm. I don’t think I’ll have to.”

Hermione’s belly flipped completely over.

The Potions Master suddenly stepped forward, pressing his body against her. His entire body was so hard, including the bulge that pressed against her belly.

“Get off me,” Hermione said weakly, blood pounding in her head. She felt herself getting wet and was horrified. This couldn’t be happening.

“I could take you by force. I wouldn’t be punished for it,” Snape said, pressing against her harder. “You’d like it just the same once I got started.”

Let me go, Professor,” Hermione said again, feeling a throbbing ache growing between her legs.

Suddenly the Potions Master slammed his palms to the wall violently on either side of her.

“I don’t think I will, Miss Granger,” he said, snarling slightly, his black eyes starting to grow hard. “I think I’m going to fuck you right here.”

Hermione was in trouble.

“Ah, there you are Severus!” A bright voice called out. The Potions Master stepped away from Hermione quickly.

Albus Dumbledore stood in the corridor, his blue eyes twinkling from behind his half-moon glasses.

“And Miss Granger!” he said, sounding pleased, “sharing patrols tonight?”

“Actually,” Hermione said, snatching her wand out of the Potion Master’s hand, who glowered at her darkly, “I was just about to return to my house, Headmaster. I am finished with my rounds tonight. I was just telling the Professor about the twenty-five points I took from Slytherin House.”

“I see,” said the Headmaster nodding. “Well, don’t let me stop you, Miss Granger.”

Hermione sidled past the Potions Master, whose eyes glittered after her.

“Good night, sir,” she said to the Headmaster, noticeably ignoring Snape. She walked up the hall swiftly and soon disappeared from sight.

Dumbledore looked at Snape. The twinkle died in his eyes immediately, and he frowned the dark wizard.

“What do you think you were doing, Severus?” the Headmaster hissed at him, his eyes dangerous.

“Speaking to Miss Granger on a personal matter, sir,” Snape replied, walking toward his office, passing the Headmaster. Albus reached out and grasped the Potions Master’s arm with surprising strength, stopping him cold.

“You leave that child alone. She doesn’t know anything about what you are capable of,” the Headmaster said darkly.

“That ‘child’ is eighteen years old, and fair game,” Snape replied, wrenching his arm free of Dumbledore’s grip. “Besides, she wants me. I’m not about to turn down fresh pussy, Albus. Not even for you.”

The Headmaster scowled at him.

“She didn’t seem willing, Severus. Not from where I was standing,” Albus said.

“You couldn’t smell her,” Snape responded, “I could. I have the nose for it.”

“I’m warning you, Severus,” the Headmaster said. The look in his eyes was hard and cold.

“Warning me what? You’re going to dismiss me for fucking a woman who wants it? I don’t think so, Headmaster. You know you need me. She might be your “Princess’ but I guarantee she’s going to be my slut before graduation,” Snape growled, his own black eyes hard now.

The two wizards faced off, staring at each other. Finally Albus sighed. He knew he couldn’t stop the Potions Master if Hermione was what he wanted. He couldn’t punish him either. He was the only solid link to Voldemort. The Headmaster’s eyes turned a bit pleading.

“Just don’t hurt her, Severus. She’s young, inexperienced,” Albus said softly.

The Potions Master walked to his office door and stopped. He looked back at the Headmaster.

“Albus, you know pain is my middle name,” he said silkily, “but she’ll survive me, I think.”

The Potions Master walked into his office and closed the door.

Albus stood there a minute and shook his head.

“What a monster I’ve created,” he said sadly, walking back toward the Main Hall.

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A/N: Whew. Close call for Hermione. Please review.