100 Ways to Kill a Weasley
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Adult +
Chapters:
93
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41,803
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236
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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.
What Lust Can Do
What Lust Can Do
Stunned, Ron Weasley followed Hermione on to the grounds of Hogwarts. He was hesitant, excited and a little scared as the witch walked before him, looking over her shoulder and smiling at him sexily.
When he returned from Quidditch practice, he was surprised to see Hermione waiting for him at the Main Entrance. She looked very happy to see him.
”Hi, Hermione,” he said to the witch.
Hermione walked up to him and planted a hot kiss on his lips, her tongue scouring his mouth. He couldn’t help but react. He knew she was teasing him though. Hermione always brought him to the edge, then would pull back, unwilling to go the whole way. It was frustrating, but Ron forced himself to be patient. George told him that was the only way to shag a witch like Hermione. If he tried to force the issue, he’d lose her.
When Hermione pulled away, Ron said, “Wow. That was some kiss, Hermione.”
She looked back at him, her brown eyes hot and glistening.
”Tonight’s the night, Ron. I’m ready for you now,” she said in a somewhat husky voice, then she walked out of the main doors and on to the grounds of Hogwarts.
Ron blinked after her for a moment, then hurriedly followed.
Tonight was the night? She was finally going to shag him? Merlin. He felt as if he’d been waiting for this night all his life.
Hermione walked across the grounds at a good clip, Ron behind her, following as if on a lead, his heart pounding harder every time she looked back at him, a sexy smile on her lips. Yes, this really was happening.
”We’re going to the Shrieking Shack. No one will bother us there,” Hermione called back as she headed for the Whomping Willow.
Ron watched as the witch walked under the dangerous tree, but nothing happened. She must have turned it off. She stopped underneath the branches and looked at him.
“Come on, Ron. Help me into the tunnel,” she said to him.
There was a tunnel that could be entered at the roots of the willow. It led to the Shrieking Shack. It had a bed in there. Ron didn’t doubt Hermione had already prepared it for their first time, just as she had disabled the tree beforehand.
Ron walked toward Hermione, then embraced her, his hands sliding over her bum. She never let him touch her bum before. Gods, it was really happening.
A creak came from the willow, then a wooden roar as the main bough smashed downward, instantly crushing the couple flat to the earth, blood splattered, bones pulverived, matted hair and ruined flesh all that remained.
Suddenly, part of the mess vanished.
The remains of Hermione Granger.
A tall, dark form appeared, melting into view as DADA teacher Severus Snape removed his Disillusionment spell. He looked at Ronald Weasley’s remains dispassionately. The boy hadn’t really been a bad sort . . . just in the way.
If there was one thing Severus Snape knew how to do, it was remove obstacles.
The golem had worked well. Very well. Since it wasn’t alive, it didn’t trigger the tree’s Whomping defenses. Whomping burned a lot of energy and if the tree reacted to every leaf that blew across the grounds or bit of fluff carried by the wind, it would burn out. But it was quite sensitive to truly living things, sensing heartbeats and respiration. That was what triggered it.
Golems had neither. But wizards did. When Ron entered its territory, the tree did what came naturally.
Whomped.
The pale wizard turned and walked back toward Hogwarts to inform the Headmistress about the terrible tragedy that befell the young Gryffindor Keeper. No doubt there would be great sorrow and grief at his loss. But time would heal that wound as he enacted his plans concerning one bushy-haired and brilliant Gryffindor witch.
He found her . . . interesting . . . on a number of levels. Far too interesting for the likes of Ron Weasley, obviously.
Snape had no doubt Hermione would accept his offer of Apprenticeship. She would find it irresistible, since he had never in the history of his employ ever extended such an invitation to anyone. Of course it would be in the field of Potions, despite his change of teaching venue. He was a true Master of the art.
Hermione would surely see being the first apprentice to the snarky wizard as a feather in her cap.
Snape on the other hand was sure it would eventually mean a Gryffindor in his bed.
Yes, that would work out admirably.
THE END
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A/N: Something that came to me as I was driving Terrill to work this morning. I love the Whomping Willow. lol.
Stunned, Ron Weasley followed Hermione on to the grounds of Hogwarts. He was hesitant, excited and a little scared as the witch walked before him, looking over her shoulder and smiling at him sexily.
When he returned from Quidditch practice, he was surprised to see Hermione waiting for him at the Main Entrance. She looked very happy to see him.
”Hi, Hermione,” he said to the witch.
Hermione walked up to him and planted a hot kiss on his lips, her tongue scouring his mouth. He couldn’t help but react. He knew she was teasing him though. Hermione always brought him to the edge, then would pull back, unwilling to go the whole way. It was frustrating, but Ron forced himself to be patient. George told him that was the only way to shag a witch like Hermione. If he tried to force the issue, he’d lose her.
When Hermione pulled away, Ron said, “Wow. That was some kiss, Hermione.”
She looked back at him, her brown eyes hot and glistening.
”Tonight’s the night, Ron. I’m ready for you now,” she said in a somewhat husky voice, then she walked out of the main doors and on to the grounds of Hogwarts.
Ron blinked after her for a moment, then hurriedly followed.
Tonight was the night? She was finally going to shag him? Merlin. He felt as if he’d been waiting for this night all his life.
Hermione walked across the grounds at a good clip, Ron behind her, following as if on a lead, his heart pounding harder every time she looked back at him, a sexy smile on her lips. Yes, this really was happening.
”We’re going to the Shrieking Shack. No one will bother us there,” Hermione called back as she headed for the Whomping Willow.
Ron watched as the witch walked under the dangerous tree, but nothing happened. She must have turned it off. She stopped underneath the branches and looked at him.
“Come on, Ron. Help me into the tunnel,” she said to him.
There was a tunnel that could be entered at the roots of the willow. It led to the Shrieking Shack. It had a bed in there. Ron didn’t doubt Hermione had already prepared it for their first time, just as she had disabled the tree beforehand.
Ron walked toward Hermione, then embraced her, his hands sliding over her bum. She never let him touch her bum before. Gods, it was really happening.
A creak came from the willow, then a wooden roar as the main bough smashed downward, instantly crushing the couple flat to the earth, blood splattered, bones pulverived, matted hair and ruined flesh all that remained.
Suddenly, part of the mess vanished.
The remains of Hermione Granger.
A tall, dark form appeared, melting into view as DADA teacher Severus Snape removed his Disillusionment spell. He looked at Ronald Weasley’s remains dispassionately. The boy hadn’t really been a bad sort . . . just in the way.
If there was one thing Severus Snape knew how to do, it was remove obstacles.
The golem had worked well. Very well. Since it wasn’t alive, it didn’t trigger the tree’s Whomping defenses. Whomping burned a lot of energy and if the tree reacted to every leaf that blew across the grounds or bit of fluff carried by the wind, it would burn out. But it was quite sensitive to truly living things, sensing heartbeats and respiration. That was what triggered it.
Golems had neither. But wizards did. When Ron entered its territory, the tree did what came naturally.
Whomped.
The pale wizard turned and walked back toward Hogwarts to inform the Headmistress about the terrible tragedy that befell the young Gryffindor Keeper. No doubt there would be great sorrow and grief at his loss. But time would heal that wound as he enacted his plans concerning one bushy-haired and brilliant Gryffindor witch.
He found her . . . interesting . . . on a number of levels. Far too interesting for the likes of Ron Weasley, obviously.
Snape had no doubt Hermione would accept his offer of Apprenticeship. She would find it irresistible, since he had never in the history of his employ ever extended such an invitation to anyone. Of course it would be in the field of Potions, despite his change of teaching venue. He was a true Master of the art.
Hermione would surely see being the first apprentice to the snarky wizard as a feather in her cap.
Snape on the other hand was sure it would eventually mean a Gryffindor in his bed.
Yes, that would work out admirably.
THE END
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A/N: Something that came to me as I was driving Terrill to work this morning. I love the Whomping Willow. lol.