Lunar Magick

Chapter 4

Hermione’s “condition”, if it could be called that, persistently got worse. She was at the point that when she saw Draco in the hall, she would either take him into some vacant room and come out half-dressed a while later, or throw him against a wall and feverishly touch him. He loved it of course, and was never happier. Professor Snape however, looked tired all the time now, and was late to almost every class. If it was possible for him to get paler and thinner, he did. Whenever Hermi was around him, he put his hand to his head; apparently he was trying to gain control, but unsuccessful, he lusted after her. He was frustrated, and barely capable of subtlety anymore. Even Fred and George were compelled to goose her as she walked by, and Seamus was tempted to try and peek down her shirt. Ron and Harry had little choice but to just watch as everything happened around them.

When they were walking from Herbology Greenhouse 3 to lunch, they spied on crazed friend Hermi, as she pushed Draco to the ground behind Greenhouse 2, and mounted him. She hiked up her skirt to reveal (to the shock and embarrassment of Ron and Harry) no underwear, and straddled him excitedly. She had sex with him right there, in broad daylight. They were both satisfied shortly, but she pinned him down and begged for more. Naturally, Draco was flattered and did what she wanted, but after that time, she had pulled him on top of her and demanded another go. He was exhausted, and told her they would do it again that night. “But!” she whined, “Just for a while…please, Draco?” Harry looked at Ron, and both of them were dumbfounded. A stifled chuckle came from Ron, but other than that, the two were speechless.

But even worse was when the two chums went to Potions only to find the door locked. Harry cast “Alohomora!” quietly, and peered in to see what was going on. Ron thought that maybe their room had been switched on the schedule, but he was dead wrong. Harry knew Ron too well, and decided to save him the trauma he would suffer. After staring a moment, he closed the door quickly. He cleared his throat. The image that Harry’s prying eyes had come upon when he’d peeked through the door was now burning in his mind: Hermione’s distinct, moppy hair, moving as she pleasured the handsome but sinister-looking Potions master. Harry studied Snape for a moment, and realized that he was a lot younger and more attractive than he, or anyone else led on. His long, black hair was resting on his lean shoulders, and his wiry arms were on the sides of the chair. He actually had a very defined and sexy body, and watching Hermione doing what he told her to do, Harry became slightly aroused. Snape’s long, thin fingers were tangled in the girl’s hair. He glanced down at Hermi, who was straddling the floor with her skirt nearly around her waist. Harry watched what Hermione was doing like a hawk, almost hoping he could stay and see what—
“Harry? Has class started already or something?” Ron asked innocently. Harry didn’t allow his face to go red or anything, but he felt excited and ashamed simultaneously.

Harry rivalled Ron in a game of Wizard’s Chess before heading off to bed later that night. Ron got changed and fell asleep within a few minutes; Harry, however, lay awake pondering Hermione’s behaviour. He was rather concerned about his friend. He also had trouble ridding his mind of what he had watched through the Potions door. Harry couldn’t decide whether he felt bad for Professor Snape, for being put in that risky situation, or if he was almost happy that his friend could persuade the cold, antisocial, bitter man to have a little fun. He also could not figure out why he had become so aroused from seeing the unlikely lovers in that state. Just thinking about it made Harry nervous and sort of repulsed with himself. He drifted off to sleep, trying to erase that part of his memory by replaying Quidditch matches in his mind.