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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
13,018
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47
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Currently Reading:
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Working On It...
Hi everyone!
I know, I\'ve started another one! But it came to mind, and I just HAD to set things down!
I\'ve not got a title for it yet; I\'ll sort that out tomorrow!
Disclaimer: I don\'t own this, J.K Rowling does. She came up with the characters, I just made them do naughty things!
Sorry for the short first chapter, it\'ll get longer, don\'t worry!
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Snape peered into the dark corridor. He was certain to find some hapless Gryffindor out of bed when they shouldn\'t be.
If he was lucky, he could catch Boy Wonder at it.
Relishing in the thought of giving Harry detention, Snape headed towards the Tower.
As he finished climbing the last staircase that led to the entrance to the common room and the Prefects\' rooms, he stopped dead.
Hazy images swam through his mind. Darkness, something cold and hard, a damp, foul smell.
Snape gasped and gripped the banister for support.
Quickly he turned, staring into the darkness around him.
\"Lumos!\" he called out, waving his wand to lighten the stairs and the corridor at the top.
\"Who\'s there?\" he demanded.
Silence fell once more and he realised, to his confusion, that there was no one near him.
No one that he could see anyway.
\"Potter...\" he growled.
\"Professor please!\" cried the fat lady, \"I\'m trying to sleep!\"
Snape sneered at her and stepped away from the banister.
Suddenly the images assailed him again.
He was outside, it was cold and wet, his head was hurting, possibly injured.
A hand clamped over his mouth.
\"No noise now\" hissed a voice, no real sound to make it recognisable.
He struggled against his captor and received a blow to the face for it. Reeling he fell to the floor.
He felt his robes being torn from him and he had to bite his lip not to be sick.
Then he was kneeling on the cold stone floor of the Hogwarts corridor.
Drawing in shaky breaths Snape staggered to his feet.
He knew where the images were coming from now; someone was dreaming. Someone not able to keep the images to themselves.
Not that he blamed them; from what he had seen, the dream... or rather, nightmare was terrible.
He straightened himself up and stared around the corridor. He was too far from the normal Gryffindor dormitories for it to be one of the younger students.
He marched up the corridor until he came to a small portrait of a wizard and a unicorn.
Again he was assaulted by images. All of his clothes torn from him now, he was thrown against the ground. Tree branches cut into his stomach and legs.
\"Now.\" the voice hissed again. A command.
He was pulled to his knees by his hair, and the front of his chest was grabbed roughly from behind.
Snape managed to force the images out before anything else happened.
He knew he was at the right room. Whichever student lived in this room had suffered...
He frowned and rapped loudly on the portrait.
The swirl of images just below his consciousness stopped abruptly.
He knew whoever it was at least partly conscious now.
He rapped again, just as loudly.
A muffled noise came from within.
Again he knocked.
There were a few noises from inside, followed quickly by the portrait swinging open and a bushy haired, red-eyed Hermione peering out into the darkness.
\"Miss Granger!\" gasped Snape.
I know, I\'ve started another one! But it came to mind, and I just HAD to set things down!
I\'ve not got a title for it yet; I\'ll sort that out tomorrow!
Disclaimer: I don\'t own this, J.K Rowling does. She came up with the characters, I just made them do naughty things!
Sorry for the short first chapter, it\'ll get longer, don\'t worry!
******************************************************************************
Snape peered into the dark corridor. He was certain to find some hapless Gryffindor out of bed when they shouldn\'t be.
If he was lucky, he could catch Boy Wonder at it.
Relishing in the thought of giving Harry detention, Snape headed towards the Tower.
As he finished climbing the last staircase that led to the entrance to the common room and the Prefects\' rooms, he stopped dead.
Hazy images swam through his mind. Darkness, something cold and hard, a damp, foul smell.
Snape gasped and gripped the banister for support.
Quickly he turned, staring into the darkness around him.
\"Lumos!\" he called out, waving his wand to lighten the stairs and the corridor at the top.
\"Who\'s there?\" he demanded.
Silence fell once more and he realised, to his confusion, that there was no one near him.
No one that he could see anyway.
\"Potter...\" he growled.
\"Professor please!\" cried the fat lady, \"I\'m trying to sleep!\"
Snape sneered at her and stepped away from the banister.
Suddenly the images assailed him again.
He was outside, it was cold and wet, his head was hurting, possibly injured.
A hand clamped over his mouth.
\"No noise now\" hissed a voice, no real sound to make it recognisable.
He struggled against his captor and received a blow to the face for it. Reeling he fell to the floor.
He felt his robes being torn from him and he had to bite his lip not to be sick.
Then he was kneeling on the cold stone floor of the Hogwarts corridor.
Drawing in shaky breaths Snape staggered to his feet.
He knew where the images were coming from now; someone was dreaming. Someone not able to keep the images to themselves.
Not that he blamed them; from what he had seen, the dream... or rather, nightmare was terrible.
He straightened himself up and stared around the corridor. He was too far from the normal Gryffindor dormitories for it to be one of the younger students.
He marched up the corridor until he came to a small portrait of a wizard and a unicorn.
Again he was assaulted by images. All of his clothes torn from him now, he was thrown against the ground. Tree branches cut into his stomach and legs.
\"Now.\" the voice hissed again. A command.
He was pulled to his knees by his hair, and the front of his chest was grabbed roughly from behind.
Snape managed to force the images out before anything else happened.
He knew he was at the right room. Whichever student lived in this room had suffered...
He frowned and rapped loudly on the portrait.
The swirl of images just below his consciousness stopped abruptly.
He knew whoever it was at least partly conscious now.
He rapped again, just as loudly.
A muffled noise came from within.
Again he knocked.
There were a few noises from inside, followed quickly by the portrait swinging open and a bushy haired, red-eyed Hermione peering out into the darkness.
\"Miss Granger!\" gasped Snape.