Confrontation

During Rounds

Hermione was on the upper floors of the castle doing her rounds. As Head girl she had to make a cursory sweep of the castle each night before she retired, looking for errant students out after curfew. She started on the bottom floors and the Head boy started on the top floors and they checked behind each other, Professor Snape doing his own sweep whenever he felt inclined. Unlike Hermione, he could do his sweep at any time.

Tonight, he started his patrol quite early, so was on the upper floors when Hermione arrived. She hadn’t thought to asked Horace Shacklesby, the Ravenclaw Head boy, whether the Potions Master had started his rounds yet, and Horace didn’t think to tell her he had passed the dark wizard on his way down.

Hermione walked down the dimly lit corridor quickly. The upper floors were always a bit eerie, but a place students frequented…there were plenty of niches and empty rooms. Hermione thought she heard a noise and lit her wand.

“Who’s there?” she called, taking a defensive stance.

Professor Snape walked out of a room, gliding toward her silently, his black eyes glittering in the wand light.

“Professor Snape,” he purred stopping a few feet from her.

Hermione’s heart jumped for a moment when the dark Professor appeared. She put out her wand.

“I didn’t know you were on your rounds, Professor,” she said to him, hoping her voice wasn’t quavering as much as she thought it was.

“You’re not supposed to know. It’s how I keep my edge. Miss Granger. The element of surprise,” he said as Hermione’s wand hand dropped to her side.

Suddenly Snape pulled his wand.

“Petrificus Totalus!” he hissed.

Hermione went rigid and the Professor caught her before she toppled and leaned her back against the wall. Hermione’s eyes shifted wildly. Her eyes were the only part of her that could move. What was Professor Snape doing?

“Fear not, witch. I just need to see something,” he said, “I don’t think you would have been very cooperative had I simply asked you. I don’t have time for games. Legilimens.”

The Potions Master cast the Legilimency spell so quickly Hermione couldn’t slam down her Occlumency walls in time.

The wizard went straight to her fantasies about him. Yes. Lecter was right about her…what she dreamed about him. He watched himself fucking her in his classroom, office, dark corridors and niches without a hint of tenderness or affection. His expression was harsh, hungry and he punished her young body as she screamed, clutching at him…wanting even more. He mocked her as he took her.

”I am more impressed by your pussy than your brains, Miss Granger. You didn’t get this twat out of some book,” he breathed at her.

She orgasmed.

Professor Snape pulled out of her mind. Hermione, although frozen was completely red all over. She had seen what he had seen and just wanted to melt through the stone floor. Snape looked at her consideringly.

”You are very twisted, Miss Granger, wanting me to brutalize you. I have to admit, your little fantasies are quite arousing. It appears Professor Lecter was correct in his profiling of you…at least where I am concerned, though I am doubtful he has the right of you in his other perceptions. To me, it was as if he picked out your insecurities, your deep-set fears rather than your truths. We all have our insecurities and secret fears, witch. It is how we handle them that makes us who we are. You are going to have to buck up as far as that goes…but your little obsession with me…now that is another story. One I will pick up later. Obliviate,” he purred.

Hermione found herself standing in the empty corridor with her wand lit. Why her wand was lit, she didn’t know but she put it out and continued her rounds, unaware anything untoward had happened at all.

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A/N: Just another drabble. Am babysitting and everyone is running on high around here. It’s like all the kids found a stash of red bull and overdosed on it. Sigh. Well, thanks for reading.