Saving Miss Granger (Small Edit)

Chapter 8 ~ Revelations

Severus watched as Lucius coolly walked out of the bedroom and towards the potions table, where he drank down a bottle of pepper-up potion. He then walked over to the snack table and curled his lips in distaste.

“Pumpkin juice and sandwiches. You would think they would give us something more palatable considering the work we are doing,” he said, pouring himself a glass of pumpkin juice despite his words. He drank it down thirstily, then poured himself another sitting down next to Severus as he picked up a sandwich from the bottom of the pile. He took a bite, made a big production of swallowing it down then looked at Severus.

“You should tell the Headmaster to look into that spell Miss Granger is developing as a deterrent to deatheater rape magic. It had no effect on the witch at all. It could be a great help to the Order when battling with rogue wizards still loyal to Voldemort. You know it is common for them to rape female Aurors and Order members whenever they get their hands on them. This could be an answer to that,” Lucius said.

Severus quirked an eyebrow at him.

“If that spell is cast on witches, Lucius...they’ll want every deatheater, Order member and living being with a working cock to fuck them,” he replied.

Lucius shrugged.

“Details,” he said shortly.

The pureblood ate a bit more sandwich. Severus could tell he wanted to talk about Hermione. He was right. Lucius looked at him, a wistful look on his face.

“She’s a masochist, Severus...a masochist in bloom. She only needs someone to bring it out of her full force. I would have, but that damn spell protected her. I did my best to punch a new hole in the witch, and all she did was moan and orgasm. I couldn’t get a shriek out of her unless she came,” the wizard said, looking at the indicator light, which was dim but steady.

Severus didn’t comment on Lucius’ appraisal of Hermione’s sexual needs, though inwardly he was quite pleased. The pureblood knew witches after all. He’d had enough of them. Severus was much more limited in his choices due to his looks, his nature and his past. He was no handsome Lord, but a dark, snarky Potions Professor of dubious repute. And what he did to witches once he got hold of them didn’t help his reputation a bit either if they didn’t like it. But that didn’t stop the wizard from fucking the shit out of each and every one of them anyway.

Mostly, Severus had to rely on easy inebriated pick-ups at taverns or paid pussy at “Madame Plushie’s House of Endless Naughty Pleasures.” Neither choice was of great quality by any means, and the Potions Master couldn’t explore those witches the way he would have liked simply because they were loose women and too unsanitary to put his mouth on in any manner. Hermione was not. He had seen the witch go out with wizards on occasion, but most of the time she was back in the castle quite early. It was easy to see she was no easy lay. And Hermione remained dedicated to the pursuit of knowledge almost to the exclusion of all else. But damn she was passionate...at least under the influence of the spell. Was she that way all the time? He would love to find out. The Potions Master looked at the indicator light which remained a dim blue. She wasn’t failing at least. Perhaps it was because she had an emotional connection to Harry that his obviously lackluster performance wasn’t pushing her over the brink.

“Potter doesn’t seem to be making a great impression on his friend. Perhaps they are too close,” Severus mused.

“Closer in more ways than you know,” Lucius smirked, finishing his sandwich. “You’ll be in there soon enough. See if you can’t convince the witch to take us both on after the spell wears off. I am sure that would be quite an experience for all of us.”

Severus looked at Lucius. He’d be damned if he did that. Lucius got enough pussy, and he didn’t need or want another wizard fucking Hermione if she would accept him. He’d be more than enough for her. If anything, he would try to persuade her to continue with him and him alone.

“I’ll see what I can do,” he said sarcastically.

Lucius rose, yawned and stretched a bit, the sarcasm lost on him.

“I think I’ll find a cot out in the infirmary and take a rest,” the wizard said, “In case I have to go another round with the witch. I am fervently hoping that she is with me when the spell wears off.”

Severus could imagine. Lucius would be thrilled to have the witch at his mercy in her natural state and probably be even more brutal than usual. The pureblood strode off, opening the exit and entering the infirmary.

Firenze was standing up against the far wall, dozing, his lean torso leaning back so far he was almost lying on his own back. Marcus was in other parts unknown, figuring he had time before he had to lay wand to the witch again. Ron was also gone, having departed the castle without a word to anyone. Albus sat with his glasses on the end of his nose, his eyes closed but alert. Flitwick was wide awake, twiddling his thumbs and planning his attack on the witch this time. No more premature ejaculations for him.

Draco was sound asleep, his head back and mouth wide open. Hagrid sat alternating between guiltily staring at the blue light, pulling at his wiry beard and wishing he had a live flubberworm to drop into Draco’s mouth.

The light remained dim and steady.

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“How long have you known, Harry? And why didn’t you tell anyone?” Hermione asked him, feeling a bit stronger now and sitting up in the bed. She looked at the indicator...it was dim but steady. It seemed the spell was beginning to wear off.

Harry caressed the back of her hand absently.

“I’ve known since my sixth year...when Ginny and I...well, did it. It didn’t go very well and I knew then something was wrong with me because Ginny was hot and kind of freaky and did things to me that would have made any other wizard go wild. I was semi-erect the whole time. I never did give her a good shag, though I tried. That’s why we broke up,” he said hollowly.

“And why you haven’t really gone out with anyone for any period of time. You’ve been faking it, Harry...taking out women to seem normal but not striking up any relationships,” Hermione said, her heart going out to her friend. “But you could have told me.”

“I didn’t want to Hermione. And I certainly couldn’t tell Ron,” he said glumly. “He’d blow a torch. He’s not the most understanding bloke. I didn’t want to lose him or you as friends.”

Hermione looked at the wizard and realized what a lonely existence he really led. Her chest felt tight and she fought back tears.

“But we love you, Harry. It doesn’t matter what your orientation is, not to me, and I’m sure it wouldn’t matter to Ron,” she said, her voice catching.

Harry looked at her as if she were crazy. This was Ron they were talking about. Age hadn’t done a thing to level out his reactionary nature. Perhaps he would accept Harry being gay, but not until after he blew up and had time to think. That was his classic mode of operation.

“Well, after a while it wouldn’t matter to him. He’s known you a long time, Harry,” Hermione said, patting his arm. She stared at him a moment, indecision in her eyes. Then she took the plunge.

“Do...do you have anyone?” she asked him.

Harry shook his head.

“No. No one serious. I’ve had a couple of one-nighters...but...those were secret and I glamoured myself so the wizards wouldn’t recognize me,” he said softly. His green eyes rested on Hermione. “I’m still in the closet after all. Scared to come out. What will people say when they find out the ‘savior’ of the wizarding world is a fruit, Hermione?”

“They will say what they’ve always said, that you are a brave wizard, Harry. Your orientation doesn’t change that,” Hermione said, brushing his unruly hair out of his glasses. The blue light grew stronger. Harry noticed it.

“The spell is wearing off,” he said, studying her now and wanting to change the topic, “How was it...dealing with all those wizards, Hermione? Are you all right?”

“I’m fine,” she said, smiling at him, “plus I got more orgasms in one day than I’ve had my entire life. Gods, some of them were...I can’t even find the words Harry.”

“Not even to describe Filch?” Harry asked her, grinning. He knew she had to be horrified when the squib came in.

Hermione shuddered and looked as if she wanted to gag.

“Harry, his cock looked as if it had been slammed in a door a few times...it was all bent and twisted and ewwwwwwww.....”

Harry laughed at her stricken face.

“How was Draco?” he asked, interested.

“He was fine until he tried to make me suck his cock after having anal sex with me. He didn’t use a cleansing spell. Hagrid saved me. I swear I would have bit it off... “ Hermione said glowering.

Harry eyes went dark. Draco was a real pig.

“And Lucius?” he asked her, a slight heat in his eyes.

Hermione looked at him consideringly. It was easy to see Harry was attracted to the dark wizard, and Lucius had practically said he was bisexual. But Hermione was sure the wizard was into men only to dominate them as he did women. Probably much worse. She pushed the image of Harry on his knees before the wizard out of her mind with a shudder.

“Lucius is very brutal, Harry. If I wasn’t under the spell he would have really hurt me. He likes his lovers obedient and submissive, and enjoys giving pain,” she said, trying to discourage him.

Harry looked at her.

“But was he good?” he asked.

Hermione sighed. Yes, damn it...he had been good...hot...fucking amazing despite his twistedness.

“He was good, Harry, but...but...only because I kind of wanted him to be the way he was. He’s not the kind of wizard I would ever want to have a relationship with. More like a guilty indulgence. Now my curiosity’s been met and I’m through with him. I wouldn’t advise anyone to be his lover...particularly when he gets off on pain and torture. I heard he has a special room in his dungeons where he takes his paramours and does all kinds of things to them. Having been with him, I believe it. I’ll never be stopping by his manor, that’s for sure. I hope you aren’t thinking about it, Harry. I really do,” she said, looking at her friend worriedly.

But Harry had seen Lucius naked, and he was a gorgeous wizard, with a beautiful large cock and one who expressed an interest in pursuing something more than a general association. Harry had a rather dark nature too...he was used to being mistreated. It wasn’t healthy, but it was part of who he was. And he still had an attraction for dangerous things and situations. If Lucius were anything, it was dangerous.

“I can take care of myself, Hermione,” he said evenly. He looked at the light...it was a vibrant blue. “Seems like you are out of danger now. I’m glad. I was so worried. You have to be more careful.”

Hermione nodded and started to get out of bed, then gasped, almost doubling over.

“Shit, Harry...I need some pain potion,” she grimaced as the ache came on her. And what an ache it was...she was literally spasming inside...her uterus cramping. And every muscle in her body seemed on fire. Between Severus, Marcus and Lucius her body had been worked over. Thank god all the wizards summoned hadn’t fucked her.

Harry stood up.

“I’ll tell Professor Snape. You wait here,” he said, hurriedly leaving the room.

Hermione managed to work herself under the sheet. Now that the spell was off, modesty had returned. She thought she would feel uncomfortable about being intimately involved with the wizards, but surprisingly she wasn’t. It had to be done after all, and she could have died.

Plus, she had finally experienced her guilty fantasy with Draco and Lucius. And been eaten out fabulously by a very handsome and sexy centaur. How many witches could say that?

Hermione’s brow furrowed as she thought about the Potions Master.

She had never really thought about Professor Snape sexually before...but he had been quite intense, very sexy, very strong and even passionate in a dark, disciplined kind of way. Those eyes, that voice and that huge tool had been a devastating combination. It had been obvious he was doing a duty the way he tried to remain detached, but the way he let go when Firenze came to relieve him and what he said afterwards...that her misfortune was his fortune and he was grateful...what did that mean?

She lay down in the bed, trying to ignore her pain and thinking about the Potions Master.

He had turned out to be quite a wizard between the sheets.

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“It’s over. The spell’s worn off,” Harry announced, rousing the drowsy wizards.

Severus cursed under his breath. Damn it.

Draco rubbed his eyes and sat up straight.

“So she finally got enough cock, eh? Shit. I should send her a fucking bill,” he said as Harry scowled at him.

“I should put you in St. Mungo’s for what you tried on her you asshole,” Harry seethed at him.

“Anytime you think you’re man enough, Potter,” Draco shot back at him, “Just leave your Auror badge at home. I wouldn’t put it past you to try to get me sent to Azkaban for hexing a Ministry official.”

“Fuck you, Malfoy,” Harry said, his glasses glinting.

“Now enough of that, both of you,” Albus said, rising from his seat and standing in front of the wizards. “I’d like to thank each of you for your participation in saving the Spells Mistress. Every little bit helped,” he said, looking at the red-faced Flitwick kindly. “Now, for those of you who would rather forget this situation entirely, I am prepared to do a targeted obliviation of your time with Miss Granger. Is anyone interested?”

Hagrid sprang up from his seat as if he had been sitting on hot coals.

“Aye Headmaster. I want ter forget it,” he said.

Flitwick leapt off his chair.

“I as well, Albus,” he squeaked, glad his failure would be stricken from his mental record.

Firenze hesitated, then slowly walked up.

“I would like to be obliviated as well. The witch would prove...a distraction otherwise,” the centaur said rather heavily. He was smitten with Hermione and knew it. It was a situation that could never grow into anything meaningful. He’d be better off not remembering his time with her, delightful as it had been.

“Not me,” Draco said with an evil smirk. “I want to remember fucking her in the ass, her begging for more.”

Albus frowned at the blonde wizard.

“You can’t tell anyone Draco...you’re under the oath,” Harry said.

“Yeah, but Granger will remember every time she sees me how I rode her like a broom,” he replied.

“And how you were tossed out with your drawers around your ankles,” Harry said, a nasty smile on his face.

Draco frowned at Hagrid.

“Big cockblocking lummox,” he said under his breath. Now that he thought of it...him and his cock dangling several feet off the floor with Hagrid’s hand around his throat really wasn’t a memory he wanted to keep.

“Me too, Headmaster,” he groused.

Harry looked at Severus, then walked toward him.

“Professor, Hermione’s in bad shape. She needs some pain potion immediately,” he said.

Severus stood up. This was good...he would get a chance to see her before she returned to her rooms, and gauge her reaction to him. He looked at Albus.

“I will keep my memories, Headmaster,” he said to the wizard shortly.

Albus’ blue eyes twinkled at him.

“As will I, Severus. They are quite pensieve-worthy,” he replied pulling out his wand as the wizards who wanted obliviation lined up in front of him.

“Too bad Ron left,” Harry thought. “He could have used this. He’s going to be out of sorts for weeks.”

Severus exited the waiting room with a billow of robes and took the infirmary floo to his private rooms, then hurried through the study door to his classroom and potions stores.

He unwarded the stores and turned up the torchlight with a wave of his hand and looked through his supplies. He took out several bottles of purple potion, especially designed for aches of a sexual nature, and one bottle of flavorless, odorless veritaserum. He brought the bottles into his lab, uncapped each one and added a bit of veritaserum to each until the bottle was empty. He scourgified the bottle, removing the label and left it on his desk as he gathered up the rest of the potions and headed back for the infirmary.

He'd find out what the Spells Mistress really thought of him before this night was over.

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A/N: Sneaky, sneaky Severus. This was a wind down chapter...the story isn’t quite over yet. Now it turns HG/SS. Please review.