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Harry Potter › Threesomes/Moresomes
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
22
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14,382
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41
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We do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. We do not make any money from the writing of this story.
What [Dreams] May Come?
Duck . . . Duck . . . Goose!
By MysticSlave
Disclaimer: We own nothing but the story concepts. All HP characters and similarities to the books are JK’s. Much to our disappointment.
Author’s Note:
We apologize for the brevity of this chapter, but please consider it as an interlude.
We would like to remind everyone that these are 7th year students and therefore they are of age. No one who is involved in any activity of an intimate nature will be underage. We don’t write those.
Enjoy!
MysticSlave
Chapter Six: What [Dreams] May Come?
A sore, well-worn Severus slipped cautiously into his private chambers, not knowing if Hermione would hex him on the spot assuming a student had tried to break the wards.
He found her sitting in his favourite chair, staring vacantly into space. He walked around until he was facing her. “Hermione?” No reaction. “Miss Granger!”
She jumped, looking at him with a vague, annoyed expression. It cleared when she realized who was there. “Severus! I’m sorry; obviously I didn’t hear you come in. What can I do for you?”
“You can get me the bloody hell away from Minerva!”
“Ooh, problems in paradise?” trilled Hermione caustically.
“Paradise? You call being whipped by a leather-clad bitch Paradise?”
Hermione sighed dramatically. “Oh, no! I missed my Biker Chick? She only does that once a month and it’s the best part!”
Severus gaped at his student. ‘Clearly,’ he decided, ‘she was insane and needed to be reported to St. Mungo’s as soon as possible. Once she got her own body back that was.’
“Are you completely deranged, Miss Granger?” he asked sharply.
“What? No, no, of course not, Severus,” she sputtered, “some of us just like it, well, a bit rough. No offense, but until today I would have thought you were one of them.”
“Miss Granger,” he said, decidedly put-out, “just because in my youth I stupidly followed a megalomaniac does not mean I enjoy sadistic sex!”
Hermione’s lips twitched as she suppressed the urge to giggle. ‘My, my, wouldn’t people laugh if people heard this conversation. That is, of course, if people knew who was who. The brainy-know-it-all loves it rough and the greasy-git of a potions master whom everyone thought was a cruel bastard is a softy!’ She could help letting one snigger escape.
Severus frowned at her.
Hermione groaned. “Okay, well, if it looks like I honestly have too much to do, Minerva will ease up. That and pretty soon she’d have had to let up on you anyway.”
Severus looked confused but Hermione chose not to enlighten him.
“Come the next class, I’ll announce that you will be my new apprentice and that you will have to come down here every day to help me.”
Severus’s relief was nearly tangible. “Mr. Malfoy will be rather horrified,” said Severus. “He’s sure that if I were to take an apprentice, which, if I were myself, I assure you I would not, that I would take him. Which, again, I assure you I would not.”
Hermione raised a brow.
“It’s not that his potion work is bad, Hermione, but he doesn’t put any feeling into it so the potions lack strength.”
“Probably because he’s too busy obliterating everyone else’s work,” muttered Hermione.
“Yes, I was wondering about that unseemly little display of yours in the Great Hall,” he said with a snort. “When it was all over you shot quite a dirty look at Mr. Malfoy.”
“I’m sure Harry filled you in on the potion we brewed in class that day. I tested Malfoy’s. It would appear he added something to it which had a delayed lust factor in it, made to reveal existing feelings.”
Severus scowled. “I hope that brat doesn’t think I harbor some deep rooted feelings for him. Ickle monster, that one,” he said with disgust. “Not to mention the fact that he’s my godson.”
Hermione sniffed. “Lucky you.”
She stared at Severus appraisingly. He twitched. It was far too reminiscent of the look Minerva had given him. “Go back to your room, take a nice long bath and get some sleep, Severus. And don’t miss my class again.”
‘Impertinent little chit!’ thought Severus, although her suggestion was in fact a good one. He nodded at her and swept out of the room to make his way back to the Head Girl’s chambers. Much to his relief, he did not encounter anyone in the halls.
By MysticSlave
Disclaimer: We own nothing but the story concepts. All HP characters and similarities to the books are JK’s. Much to our disappointment.
Author’s Note:
We apologize for the brevity of this chapter, but please consider it as an interlude.
We would like to remind everyone that these are 7th year students and therefore they are of age. No one who is involved in any activity of an intimate nature will be underage. We don’t write those.
Enjoy!
MysticSlave
Chapter Six: What [Dreams] May Come?
A sore, well-worn Severus slipped cautiously into his private chambers, not knowing if Hermione would hex him on the spot assuming a student had tried to break the wards.
He found her sitting in his favourite chair, staring vacantly into space. He walked around until he was facing her. “Hermione?” No reaction. “Miss Granger!”
She jumped, looking at him with a vague, annoyed expression. It cleared when she realized who was there. “Severus! I’m sorry; obviously I didn’t hear you come in. What can I do for you?”
“You can get me the bloody hell away from Minerva!”
“Ooh, problems in paradise?” trilled Hermione caustically.
“Paradise? You call being whipped by a leather-clad bitch Paradise?”
Hermione sighed dramatically. “Oh, no! I missed my Biker Chick? She only does that once a month and it’s the best part!”
Severus gaped at his student. ‘Clearly,’ he decided, ‘she was insane and needed to be reported to St. Mungo’s as soon as possible. Once she got her own body back that was.’
“Are you completely deranged, Miss Granger?” he asked sharply.
“What? No, no, of course not, Severus,” she sputtered, “some of us just like it, well, a bit rough. No offense, but until today I would have thought you were one of them.”
“Miss Granger,” he said, decidedly put-out, “just because in my youth I stupidly followed a megalomaniac does not mean I enjoy sadistic sex!”
Hermione’s lips twitched as she suppressed the urge to giggle. ‘My, my, wouldn’t people laugh if people heard this conversation. That is, of course, if people knew who was who. The brainy-know-it-all loves it rough and the greasy-git of a potions master whom everyone thought was a cruel bastard is a softy!’ She could help letting one snigger escape.
Severus frowned at her.
Hermione groaned. “Okay, well, if it looks like I honestly have too much to do, Minerva will ease up. That and pretty soon she’d have had to let up on you anyway.”
Severus looked confused but Hermione chose not to enlighten him.
“Come the next class, I’ll announce that you will be my new apprentice and that you will have to come down here every day to help me.”
Severus’s relief was nearly tangible. “Mr. Malfoy will be rather horrified,” said Severus. “He’s sure that if I were to take an apprentice, which, if I were myself, I assure you I would not, that I would take him. Which, again, I assure you I would not.”
Hermione raised a brow.
“It’s not that his potion work is bad, Hermione, but he doesn’t put any feeling into it so the potions lack strength.”
“Probably because he’s too busy obliterating everyone else’s work,” muttered Hermione.
“Yes, I was wondering about that unseemly little display of yours in the Great Hall,” he said with a snort. “When it was all over you shot quite a dirty look at Mr. Malfoy.”
“I’m sure Harry filled you in on the potion we brewed in class that day. I tested Malfoy’s. It would appear he added something to it which had a delayed lust factor in it, made to reveal existing feelings.”
Severus scowled. “I hope that brat doesn’t think I harbor some deep rooted feelings for him. Ickle monster, that one,” he said with disgust. “Not to mention the fact that he’s my godson.”
Hermione sniffed. “Lucky you.”
She stared at Severus appraisingly. He twitched. It was far too reminiscent of the look Minerva had given him. “Go back to your room, take a nice long bath and get some sleep, Severus. And don’t miss my class again.”
‘Impertinent little chit!’ thought Severus, although her suggestion was in fact a good one. He nodded at her and swept out of the room to make his way back to the Head Girl’s chambers. Much to his relief, he did not encounter anyone in the halls.