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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
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10,257
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34
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Chapter 4: Quadruple Quandry
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Chapter 4: Quadruple Quandry
“Okay, Granger. It’s your turn now.” Draco was pacing the empty classroom. “We’ve all gone. You’re the last one. And I know just the thing for you to do.” He gave an evil little laugh and smirked at her. Hermione sighed. She suspected Draco sat up late at night trying to think up embarrassing and annoying things for them to have to do. He always seemed to know just the thing for them to do – even if he pretended that the idea came to him out of the blue.
The three dares had all gone according to plan. Neither of the boys had received detention nor got in the slightest bit of trouble. Their excuses, as strange as they may have seemed, had been believed. Draco’s dare had been put down to a temporary fit of madness. Ron’s clinch with McGonagall was blamed on a never-before-heard-of kissing curse. Harry’s dropped trousers were thought to be the result of poor tailoring. The day after Harry’s dare, an owl had delivered a new belt to him. Madam Hooch still couldn’t look at him straight-faced. Hermione glared at the fair boy.
“Well, what is it?” She hissed. She couldn’t even imagine what Draco would do to embarrass her, or rather to get her to embarrass herself. However…
“What’s in it for me? I mean, why should I do the dare, whatever it is?” Draco gave a look of mock surprise.
“What? You wouldn’t do it for the sake of camaraderie? School hijinks?” Hermione folded her arms across her chest and shook her head.
“You need to be bribed, motivated into it then. Fine.” With that last word, Draco pulled his wand out and pointed it at Crookshanks, Hermione’s adored fluffy cat.
Before their very eyes, the cat shrank to the size of Hermione’s thumb. The cat looked all around him, completely bewildered, and gave a small, soft meow.
“How’s that for incentive, Granger? You want your cat restored to how he was, you do your dare – following it to the very letter.” Hermione fussed over the tiny cat then looked up, her eyes narrowed and fierce.
“Okay, fine. But as soon as I do the dare, you fix Crookshanks.”
“Agreed.” They shook hands on it. Draco wiped his hand on his trousers afterwards.
“Well…” Hermione urged.
“Well, what?” Draco snapped.
“My dare?”
“Oh yes, that….” A broad smile spread across his face. “For your dare, you are going to flash Professor Snape…” Hermione’s mouth dropped open but Draco continued “You will flash him and talk dirty to him…” Hermione gave a little squeak in protest but Draco was still talking “in the middle of Double Potions class.” Draco chuckled. Hermione looked at that pale, gloating face, then at the tiny ball of fur that was her cat. The smirking, pointed face, back to the small bundle that unfolded itself, looked up at her and meowed pitifully.
“When?” She spat.
“Tomorrow.” Draco rubbed his palms together eagerly.
“Fine – see you all in class then.” Turning on her heel, she scooped Crookshanks into her palm and strode from the room.
“You know, I’ve never really cared for potions class, but all of a sudden I’m really looking forward to tomorrow’s class.” Draco laughed.
Chapter 4: Quadruple Quandry
“Okay, Granger. It’s your turn now.” Draco was pacing the empty classroom. “We’ve all gone. You’re the last one. And I know just the thing for you to do.” He gave an evil little laugh and smirked at her. Hermione sighed. She suspected Draco sat up late at night trying to think up embarrassing and annoying things for them to have to do. He always seemed to know just the thing for them to do – even if he pretended that the idea came to him out of the blue.
The three dares had all gone according to plan. Neither of the boys had received detention nor got in the slightest bit of trouble. Their excuses, as strange as they may have seemed, had been believed. Draco’s dare had been put down to a temporary fit of madness. Ron’s clinch with McGonagall was blamed on a never-before-heard-of kissing curse. Harry’s dropped trousers were thought to be the result of poor tailoring. The day after Harry’s dare, an owl had delivered a new belt to him. Madam Hooch still couldn’t look at him straight-faced. Hermione glared at the fair boy.
“Well, what is it?” She hissed. She couldn’t even imagine what Draco would do to embarrass her, or rather to get her to embarrass herself. However…
“What’s in it for me? I mean, why should I do the dare, whatever it is?” Draco gave a look of mock surprise.
“What? You wouldn’t do it for the sake of camaraderie? School hijinks?” Hermione folded her arms across her chest and shook her head.
“You need to be bribed, motivated into it then. Fine.” With that last word, Draco pulled his wand out and pointed it at Crookshanks, Hermione’s adored fluffy cat.
Before their very eyes, the cat shrank to the size of Hermione’s thumb. The cat looked all around him, completely bewildered, and gave a small, soft meow.
“How’s that for incentive, Granger? You want your cat restored to how he was, you do your dare – following it to the very letter.” Hermione fussed over the tiny cat then looked up, her eyes narrowed and fierce.
“Okay, fine. But as soon as I do the dare, you fix Crookshanks.”
“Agreed.” They shook hands on it. Draco wiped his hand on his trousers afterwards.
“Well…” Hermione urged.
“Well, what?” Draco snapped.
“My dare?”
“Oh yes, that….” A broad smile spread across his face. “For your dare, you are going to flash Professor Snape…” Hermione’s mouth dropped open but Draco continued “You will flash him and talk dirty to him…” Hermione gave a little squeak in protest but Draco was still talking “in the middle of Double Potions class.” Draco chuckled. Hermione looked at that pale, gloating face, then at the tiny ball of fur that was her cat. The smirking, pointed face, back to the small bundle that unfolded itself, looked up at her and meowed pitifully.
“When?” She spat.
“Tomorrow.” Draco rubbed his palms together eagerly.
“Fine – see you all in class then.” Turning on her heel, she scooped Crookshanks into her palm and strode from the room.
“You know, I’ve never really cared for potions class, but all of a sudden I’m really looking forward to tomorrow’s class.” Draco laughed.