In The Dungeon Deep And Dark

In the Dungeon Deep and Dark- chapter 8

Georgia and Justin had finished a particularly complex poison antidote when Snape stood and addressed the class.

“I have finished collating your marks for last term and the following students will have catch-up appointments with me this weekend.” He began, handing out appointment slips. “Potter, Weasley, Abbott. Malfoy, I expected better from you. And Callaghan.” He sneered at them all as he shoved the parchment under their noses.

“Aw, tough luck there Georgia.” Justin said sympathetically.

“It’s ok.” She said with a half smile, noting that her appointment was quite late in the evening and probably the last one.


Hermione caught up with her after class.

“Georgia, that was completely unfair of Professor Snape. You’ve been doing really well all term. I noticed your potions are nearly always perfect. You should complain to Professor Sprout.” She said indignantly.

“No, it’s ok Hermione, as far as I’m concerned it’s an excellent opportunity for extra practice. I need all the help I can get if I want to become a Healer.” Georgia replied with a shrug.

“Still, I thought you said Snape was being nice to you?” she asked

“No, I said he listened to me after I was assaulted. There’s a big difference and I would never expect preferential treatment because of that.”Georgia defended.

“Of course not, I’m sorry for bringing it up.” Hermione apologised.

“Don’t worry about it ‘Mione, I’ll just do the detention quietly, it’s no big deal.”Georgia said, walking off and leaving Hermione to her thoughts.


Hermione wasn’t ready to let this go so easily. She had found another cause to champion and was determined to fight Georgia’s corner with or without her help. She hated the idea of Snape bullying yet another shy and frightened student. After having complained to Professors Sprout and Lupin, both to no avail, she determined to take a more proactive approach. Sprout said it was up to Georgia to complain and Lupin said he would need evidence of mistreatment before they could take a complaint to the headmaster. So Hermione decided to get some evidence. She believed that the last thing Georgia needed after her attack was further torture in the dungeons and perhaps once someone else had evidence, she might not be so frightened of making a complaint against him. So, on Saturday evening she asked harry to find out the time of Georgia’s appointment and, borrowing the Invisibility Cloak and Extendable Ears and waited in the corridor to see what horrors Snape had in store for the poor, quiet Hufflepuff.


Georgia turned up to her detention in a black and white check pleated skirt and black cardigan buttoned up as a jumper with heeled black crocodile loafers, both charming and practical. Hermione almost didn’t recognise her out of her robes. She knocked and waited patiently. Snape wrenched the door open in a snit.

“We are still working, come in and wait.” He barked and she cringed a little and slunk in meekly. Hermione unrolled the Extendable Ears and frowned. ‘He had started on her already and she hadn’t even done anything.’ She thought furiously. She began listening in to the strange conversation.

“Mr Malfoy will be finished shortly Miss Callaghan, in the meantime you may sit there and wait.” Snape stated simply.

“Ok, Hi Draco.” Georgia said brightly.

“Hey Georgia, sorry for running over, I’ll be finished up in a minute. All I have to do
is clear up.” He replied.

‘Malfoy being civil to a Muggleborn? Wow, he must be really trying to distance himself from his father’s reputation.’ Hermione thought.

“Just prolonging my agony eh?” Georgia joked and Malfoy laughed. “What did you do to piss Snape off then?” she asked in a low voice.

“Just the usual Malfoy charm; apparently I’m in need of an attitude adjustment!” Malfoy drawled and it was Georgia’s turn to snort in amusement.

“You can leave that now Malfoy and in future I expect your full attention and effort in my classroom.” Snape said.

“Yes Sir.” Malfoy said in a cheeky tone but seemed to get away with it. Hermione moved quickly to let Malfoy exit without being discovered there. As soon as the door shut,

Hermione dashed back to her place against the door and got the Extendable ear out again.

“Miss Callaghan, any news from your parents?” he began

“Yes Sir, one letter just saying how disappointed they are that I didn’t confide in them and how they should have been there for me, the usual.” She replied. “Did they write to you?”

“No, not yet at least.” He answered.

‘Why would Georgia’s parents write to Snape?’ Hermione wondered.

“Come here Georgia.” Snape commanded suddenly. Hermione heard the shuffle of feet as Georgia did as she was told, then a rustling sound and a moan. She panicked, wondering what Snape could have done to her classmate and furiously worked on undoing Snape’s wards and charmed a one way window so she could see what had happened while she worked on the locking spells. She was shocked and appalled by what she saw. Snape was leaning over Georgia, kissing her forcefully while the poor girl was pressed to the desk, pinned in place by the larger body of her professor. Hermione was about to tear in there and rescue her when she noticed Georgia’s hands slide up Snape’s shoulders and tangle in his hair.

“Oh Severus, I’ve missed you so much.” Georgia gasped lustfully.

“Finally, I have you to myself; no-one will disturb us for the rest of the evening.” Snape said, his rich, velvety voice infused with a tone Hermione had never heard before.

‘An affair?! Georgia Callaghan was having an affair with Professor Snape?’ Hermione thought in shock. Off all the possible scenarios, she hadn’t expected this! ‘But how far had they taken it?’ she told herself she only needed to know from the moral standpoint as Head Girl, she wasn’t in the slightest bit curious about her teacher’s sex life. And of course his voice hadn’t had the slightest effect on her at all, dripping with lust as it was. No, she was merely collecting evidence as Georgia’s delicate pale fingers laid her professor bare before them. She watched; fascinated by what Snape kept hidden beneath voluminous robes. Hermione’s heart raced but she told herself it was from fear of being caught as Snape ran his skilful hands over Georgia’s now naked body.

“You are so beautiful.” Snape told her reverently and Hermione wished someone –anyone- would say that to her. She didn’t know much about sex beyond the basic physics of the act but she figured he must be good judging by the soft mewling sounds Georgia made as he kissed and caressed her body. Suddenly, Hermione’s blood ran cold as she watched Georgia’s grey painted nails scrape gently down his torso making him groan, throwing his head back in ecstasy as she began to work on undoing his trousers.

‘This was it.’ She thought. ‘Dare she stay and watch her professor, hard and aroused, as he engages in relations with a student?’ A combination of fear and curiosity rooted her to the spot as he was revealed in all his naked glory. If she got found out now, he’d kill her where she stood! She watched, transfixed as he entered Georgia and Hermione could now see the look of lust and delight on her face. She wondered what it felt like to have a man’s engorged sex thrusting inside her like that. Judging by Georgia’s cries, it felt pretty good!

“Oh Severus! Harder, please love, fill me!!”

Hermione’s jaw dropped. She would never have expected that kind of wanton behaviour from the sweet, innocent looking Hufflepuff, but Snape did as she had asked, slamming into her with powerful thrusts, hard and fast. Soon Georgia was screaming out her pleasure, gripping Snape tightly as he fired his load deep into her with a grunt. Hermione realised she was panting and shaking almost as much as they were and tried to calm herself as Snape retrieved his wand from his discarded clothing and cleaned up the evidence of their combined orgasm. What surprised Hermione further was the tenderness in Snape’s face as he pulled Georgia to him, stroking her hair from her face as he kissed her once more.

“Will you stay with me tonight?” he asked her softly.

“I don’t think you needed to ask, do you?” she said flirtatiously, giggling when he lifted her effortlessly and carried her through to his rooms.


Hermione ran all the way back to Gryffindor Tower and collapsed in a panting heap on the bed.

‘Snape was having an illicit affair with a student!’ She didn’t know what to do. She realised she had to tell someone, but could she really do that to Georgia? After all, it seemed like they really cared for each other. She knew she shouldn’t have stayed to watch; she should have just gone and got another teacher. Now her hands drifted below her waistband as her mind re-played the erotic scene she had just witnessed. She knew it was wrong to be fantasising about Snape of all people but he was the only man she had ever seen like that, and his treatment of his young lover; so tender yet so passionate. She felt burning guilt and shame, bringing herself off to the mental image of her ugly, bad-tempered teacher screwing her quiet, mousy classmate but at least she had gotten it off her mind now she reasoned. Now; who to tell about what she discovered?