Remorse

Chapter 7 ~ Stretching a Friendship

Hermione looked at Harry in shock, then her eyes narrowed.

“I’m no more of a whore than you are,” she snapped back. “You’re just mad he wants me first, you fucking hypocrite!”

Harry turned red as a salamander.

“I hope he rips you to shreds,” Harry snarled at her.

“Well I hope he rips you a new hole,” Hermione hissed back at him.

Snape listened to them argue delightedly. At last, he had caused the rift he wanted between the two friends. He listened, smiling as they continued to insult each other, having practically forgotten him.

“Hermione, you’re a bitch . . . you know that?” Harry asked her. “You’ve always been one . . . even in school.”

“You’re a bitch too, Harry . . . your butt is up in the air the same as mine,” Hermione responded, then she clutched her forehead. “And I remember you always whining, whining, whining. ‘Oh, my scaaaaar hurts.” Sissy boy!”

“Sissy boy? Why you . . . ” Harry snarled grabbing Hermione by the hair. Snape moved back a bit. “I’ll show you a sissy boy!”

They rose up together. They couldn’t help it since they were tied together. Hermione grabbed Harry’s hair as well, both trying to get leverage but unable to do it. Harry’s glasses were knocked askew as they struggled, slapping at each other in a girlfight manner.

“Whore!”

”Fag!”

They fell back to the bed.

Snape was laughing so hard he could barely breathe. Finally he cuffed both of them several times on the sides of their heads, effectively ending the catfight.

“Enough you two,” he chortled, his organ bouncing. “Back on your knees, both of you.”

Glaring at each other, Harry and Hermione twisted about in the ropes and assumed the position, Snape finally calming.

Harry looked absolutely furious, and the pale wizard looked at him thoughtfully. Yes, he could take this a bit further. Snape reached over and untied the rope around their midsections, freeing them. They immediately moved over a bit so they wouldn’t touch each other.

“You seem upset with Miss Granger, Mr. Potter,” Snape purred at him.

Harry didn’t answer as he looked at Hermione blackly.

“Miss Granger, scoot back in the bed, move further down,” the dark wizard directed. “now get on your knees in front of her, Mr. Potter. I am going to give you a bit of your own back. Suck him again, Miss Granger.”

”What?” Hermione said, as Harry hunched over to rest in front of her, his ankles still bound. “No I won’t . . . ”

Suddenly Snape brought his hand down hard on her already red buttocks and Hermione screamed. Harry felt a sense of satisfaction as her voice rang shrilly. He didn’t protest Snape telling her to suck him off either. It served her right.

“You will . . . and you will do it now,” Snape ordered.

“And don’t you bite me either,” Harry said as Hermione glared up at him, looking as if she might do just that.

“No biting, Miss Granger,” Snape said, smirking. It would be hilarious if she did bite him . . . at least to Snape. That would mar their friendship for sure.

Harry thrust his hips forward, pressing into her face. There was a darkness over him now. He really wanted to humiliate Hermione. Snape had indeed done something to the couple, something they might not ever get over. The Potions Master once again straddled Hermione’s outstretched and bound legs, gripping her waist.

“Should I hurt her, Mr. Potter?” Snape asked the wizard, who glared down at Hermione.

“Yes. Hurt her,” Harry said angrily. “she wants to be shagged so badly by you I hope you shag her to tears.”

”Such a terrible thing to want to happen to your ‘friend’ Mr. Potter,” Snape said silkily.

“She doesn’t feel so much like a friend right now,” Harry spat.

“You don’t either,” Hermione hissed.

Harry grabbed her by the ears and forced himself into her mouth in response.

”I sure don’t,” he hissed, pumping between her lips, his face transformed to the point he didn’t even look like himself.

“Well done, Mr. Potter. Now you are acting like a man,” Snape praised, adjusting his grip on Hermione’s slightly jerking body.

Hermione couldn’t believe it was Harry stroking her in the mouth so ardently. Masochist that she was, this didn’t turn her on at all. Harry was being purposely nasty to her, taking advantage of the situation to get her back. Angry, Hermione let her teeth graze his shaft, catching on the soft skin.

“Ow!” Harry hissed, jerking her ears painfully. “No teeth!”

Snape actually grinned. Oh, this was too good.

Hermione moved her teeth out of the way and Harry thrust forward hard, intentionally gagging her, holding deep in her mouth until she managed to pull away, coughing, a thick string of mucous attached to the head of Harry organ as he sneered down at her.

“Very, very good Mr. Potter,” Snape commented. “Now are you ready for a partner?”

Still sneering down at Hermione, Harry nodded, grabbing her hair roughly in his fist, making her wince.

“Yes,” he said, inserting his tool back into her mouth. He almost looked as if he hated Hermione as he began pumping again.

Snape rested his length between her buttocks. Hermione wriggled as she felt the weight and hardness of it. She started getting hot again and sucked Harry’s dick powerfully, so the young wizard groaned. He looked at Snape’s huge member resting on her arse and scowled.

“You’re a fucking slut,” he hissed at Hermione, who was beyond caring as Snape slid back and forth over her arse, working his thickness between her cheeks, teasing the witch. He was her whole focus now. Harry fucking Potter could do his worst. It meant nothing.

And Harry knew it.

Snape smirked as he watched himself slide between Hermione’s plump cheeks. He slapped one lightly and watched her flesh ripple, the witch letting out a little cry around Harry. She wanted to tell the wizard to do her already.

Suddenly, Snape stopped his teasing and pulled his hips back, grasping himself and sliding down the cleft of her buttocks, stopping for a moment and pressing against her as if intending on penetrating her tightness, then continuing downward, over her opening. Hermione pushed back but Snape was too quick to let her impale herself.

“Tut, tut, Miss Granger. I will shag you when I’m ready, not when you’re ready. You do that again witch, and I’ll put Mr. Potter down at this end. We already know how satisfying he is don’t we?” the Professor purred.

Harry scowled down at Hermione.

“Stop it! I don’t want any parts of you,” he hissed at her. “It’s a turn off.”

“That’s what you say, Mr. Potter. The fact is, you can’t appreciate a witch because of your strait-laced orientation,” Snape observed, running the head between Hermione’s thighs, causing her to moan impatiently, coating the wizard with her fluids. “Despite your being gay, you’re as straight a gay as any heterosexual who prefers only the opposite sex. In other words, you’re a prude, Mr. Potter.”

Harry wanted to say if not for Azkaban, Snape wouldn’t know a damn thing about shagging men, but . . . he didn’t say anything. He didn’t want the wizard to become enraged. He wouldn’t put it past the wizard to resort to real violence rather than sexual reparation. As much as Harry liked being dominated, he didn’t want to be beaten to a pulp. He preferred sex as a weapon of destruction, not fists.

Still, Snape narrowed his eyes at him. Harry swallowed, hoping he hadn’t used Legilimency to read his thoughts.

“You’ve stopped pumping, Mr. Potter,” Snape said with a frown. “Now’s not the time to get distracted.”

Harry realized he had indeed stopped thrusting, and Hermione was moaning, rolling her hips hungrily as Snape continued to tease her. She looked wanton, completely lost to her desire. Harry hated the way she looked and shoved himself back into her mouth viciously, gagging her. She coughed then started sucking again. It didn’t seem to affect her at all, other than to be an outlet for her need.

Snape began to caress Hermione from her arse to her shoulders and back again, almost tenderly.

“You want it witch,” he breathed at her, Harry’s eyes clouding with envy as those pale hands moved over her skin. “Beg me for it. Beg me around Mr. Potter’s niffler tool.”

Harry scowled at this and did his best to interfere with Hermione’s attempts to tell Snape she wanted him to shag her.

“Mumph meck!” Hermione choked as Harry plunged into her mouth. “Meeeeef!”

Snape chuckled.

“Not very clear, Miss Granger,” he said silkily, continuing to run his hands over her flesh, stroking her outer thighs now, the witch shuddering with need.

“Memph meh!” Hermione tried again, Harry thrusting again, rolling his pelvis to interfere with her.

“Beck!” Hermione cursed at Harry, who gave a nasty grin.

Suddenly, Snape slammed deep inside the witch with all his strength, plowing into her cervix, his huge organ stretching her inner walls. Hermione jerked back from Harry and howled, orgasming instantly, her body wracked with tremors as she keened, locking down on the Potions Master, her juices pouring over his pulsing tool.

“Ah yes, Miss Granger. That’s a true climax,” the wizard hissed, clutching her waist and grimacing as she tightened around him, her sleeve like a long, throbbing fist around his length. “It didn’t take much, did it, Mr. Potter?”

Harry stared at the look of pure ecstasy on Hermione’s face, displeasure in his eyes. He never thought he could feel such dislike for Hermione, but he did. In the back of his mind he knew it was Snape’s doing, but he couldn’t help feeling she was a rival, an enemy. He didn’t want her to feel any pleasure in this situation. Harry shoved himself into her slack mouth, trying to make her acknowledge him.

Snape’s black eyes glittered as he watched darkness flicker across Harry’s face as he filled Hermione’s mouth. Jealousy. What a wonderful, terrible emotion. It had destroyed kingdoms. It could destroy a friendship as well.

The wizard waited until Hermione’s pulsing eased, then drew back and slammed into her again, driving the witch into Harry, gagging her with the force of his thrust, Hermione letting out a strangled shriek as his enormous pole drove through her like a lance, a cramping ache following as her body checked it. She had never felt anything near it.

“How’s that, Miss Granger?” Snape hissed, drawing back again and ramming into her brutally. He hadn’t gotten his rhythm yet, still focused on making the witch feel his power. His pale face was contorted, pleasure and malice in his black eyes as he looked down on the witch. His lank hair fell over his shoulders.

Harry’s eyes were on the Potions Master now as he began to buck and plunge into Hermione, the witch crying out as he slapped his loins against her brutally, driving deep and hard, pounding her mercilessly. Harry’s breathing quickened with reaction as he watched the wizard go to work, Hermione’s body jerking between them. A sneer was on Snape’s face, he looked like some kind of vengeful god as he leaned back and drove upward, Hermione screeching as her hips lifted, the wizard’s hands holding her downward to penetrate as deep as he could.

“Yes! Yes! Take it, witch . . . take this! Every bloody inch! This was a long time coming you fucking bitch!” Snape screamed at her, losing it as he tore into the witch, Hermione continuing to scream. “You watched me being Crucio’d! How’s this for pain? How this?”

Suddenly Snape grasped Harry’s shoulders for leverage.

“Hold steady boy!” he panted, using Harry as a brace as he rammed Hermione, Harry nearly coming on himself as the wizard gripped his shoulders painfully, his sinewed arms straining, his body beginning to glisten with perspiration.

”Oh shit,” Harry thought to himself as Hermione began to sink down on the bed, stretching out, her face in the pillow now, Snape’s lean body stretched over her, flexing, still driving into her prone body, her arse rippling under his blows.

Snape let go of Harry’s shoulders and held himself up on his hands, bucking into the witch, his pale hips rising and falling, Harry watching him as if under a spell, licking his lips as the wizard grunted and groaned, obscenities peppering his vocalizations. He began to drive Hermione up the bed.

“Get out of the way,” Snape growled at him.

Harry fell to the side, watching as the wizard drove a whimpering, now sobbing Hermione into the headboard over and over. It was metal, too. Suddenly, something in Harry snapped, and he grabbed a pillow and pushed it in front of Hermione’s head to cushion the blows

Snape scowled at him, but didn’t stop shagging Hermione for several more minutes, the witch unable to even cry out any more as Snape slammed into her. Her body felt as if it were on fire, and his ache spread as she jerked helplessly. Snape rolled his pelvis in a wide circle and Hermione’s mouth opened in a silent scream as Harry looked on. He had never seen anyone shagged so viciously in his life.

“Stop,” Harry said in a low voice as Hermione tried to scream again.

Professor Snape ignored him.

“Apologize now, Miss Granger,” he snarled down at the witch.

“Professor, stop . . . please,” Harry said to him.

“Shut up boy. You’re next,” Snape grimaced, still tearing into Hermione.

“Find your voice and apologize bitch!” Snape cursed at the witch.

After several desperate attempts, Hermione said hoarsely. “I’m sorry . . . so very sorry. Forgive me . . . forgive me, Professor.”

”Yes . . . yes,” Snape breathed, lifting his hips high and giving her several more hard, deep vicious thrusts before pulling out of her, still engorged and dripping. Hermione had orgasmed several times during her ordeal. He leaned over her, pressing his lips against her ear.

“You are absolved, Miss Granger . . . and free to go. Get the fuck out of my bed,” he hissed, straightening and climbing off her. He removed the ropes around her ankles, releasing her legs.

Hermione tried to get up, but she was in bad shape. Harry tried to help her.

“Don’t you fucking touch her . . . let her stagger away, like I had to stagger away from my tortures,” the wizard said. “Now get out, Miss Granger!”

He slapped her on the arse hard, and Hermione jerked. Harry got out of the bed, balancing carefully because his ankles were still tied together. Hermione crawled to the edge of of the bed, red and swollen from the Professor’s brutal ride. She swung her legs over the edge and got her knees on the floor. She pushed down, trying to stand.

“If you can’t walk witch, crawl. Just get out of my bed!” Snape said again, his eyes cold.

Hermione did crawl . . . over to the folding chair and used it to get to her feet. She had never felt such ache. The wizard really did get his due. She was grateful he hadn’t buggered her. As she sat on the chair, she looked at Harry with horror in her eyes. He WAS going to get buggered. All of her hateful feelings toward the wizard were gone now and all she felt was fear for him. Snape was an animal, a brutal, vicious animal who used his tool like a weapon.

She spread her legs a little and saw the bruising on the back of her thighs . . . he had battered her with his body as well as his cock. Dear gods, how was Harry going to take this? She looked at Snape’s robes. Their wands were in his pocket . . . if only she could get to them . . .

The moment she thought it, it felt like a binding spell fell over her. She realized it was the oath preventing her from even thinking of attacking Snape. They had both promised to do anything to make things up to the dark wizard. It was Harry’s turn.

There was nothing she could do.