Something Much Darker
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
Views:
19,785
Reviews:
30
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Something Much Darker
Story complete.
This story contains spoilers for the Harry Potter books, specifically Half Blood Prince. Just thought you should know.
And of course, I do not own any part of the Potter-verse. All characters belong to J.K. Rowling.
I lost around 15 of my reviews for this story because of the glitch. I want to tell everyone whose review is no longer posted that I did not delete them, and I want to thank everyone who reviewed for their kind words.
A beautiful photo manipulation that my friend Ami Bowen made for these stories.
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v420/firewolfnh/Harry%20Potter/Snape_Granger.jpg
Professor Severus Snape was surprised to hear a knock on the door to his private chambers this late at night. Whoever you are, this had better be good or you will be turned into a flobberworm, he thought. He stalked to the door. Through it he could hear muffled female moans. Does someone have the nerve to be playing a joke? “Who is it?” he demanded before opening it.
“It’s…it’s Draco, sir. Draco Malfoy. I need your help, Professor. Please open the door before someone sees me!” There was a note of desperation in Draco’s voice that made Snape wrench the door open.
Whatever it was that he expected to see, it was not Draco Malfoy carrying Hermione Granger moaning and writhing in his arms. For the first time in years the potions master was at a loss for words. He jerked his head at Malfoy, indicating that the boy was to enter. Malfoy sped past him and went directly to Snape’s bed, depositing his squirming bundle on the black coverlet. He turned to face Snape, his face almost a caricature of fear.
“What has happened to this girl?” Snape asked.
Draco looked at the floor. “Sir, I thought it would be funny…that is…it was only a joke…” he trailed off.
Snape waited expectantly and when it seemed Draco would not volunteer any other information he snapped, “Well? Get on with it!”
“Sir, I…slipped a love potion into her drink. It was only a joke,” he repeated.
Snape looked at Miss Granger. Her skin was flushed, she was whimpering softly and running her hands over her body. Professor Snape was no fool.
“Love potion, Mr. Malfoy? Don’t try to lie to me. You gave Granger an aphrodisiac, didn’t you? A very powerful one, by the looks of it.”
Draco blushed. “Yes, sir.”
“You fool!” Snape exploded. “After you plotted to kill Dumbledore, after you brought Deatheaters into this school, after forcing him and I to play out that dangerous charade on the Astronomy tower…after all that he not only took you back in, but risked his life to save you and your mother from the Dark Lord’s revenge! And how, Draco, do you repay him? By trying to rape one of his favorite students!”
“But sir,” Draco tried to interrupt, but Snape was just getting into stride.
“Have you forgotten what I have done for you as well? I convinced the Dark Lord not to kill you for failing your mission. I protected you during those months before the final battle and the Dark Lord’s defeat. I spoke up for you when Dumbledore was unsure whether or not to allow you to return here for your final year. This is how you repay me as well? By trying to rape Granger? By acting as if you are still a Deatheater at heart?”
“Sir, it wouldn’t have been rape! Not if the potion had worked. But it didn’t, as you see. She’s quite ill, and I can’t take her to Madam Pomfrey. You are the only one I could think of that could help me…when the potion didn’t work.” Draco said lamely.
“It did work, you stupid boy!” Snape yelled. Draco cowered. “She is merely too innocent to know what she is feeling! And yes, it would have been rape! She would not lie with you when in full control of herself, would she?”
Malfoy’s jaw dropped. “But how can she not know?” he asked, ignoring Snape’s last comment. “She’s engaged to Weasley! I’ve seen the two of them snogging every chance they get.”
“Obviously” Snape said dryly, “Mr. Weasley has never aroused her to this degree. Furthermore, natural lust can be controlled. This cannot be.”
“Is there anything you can do, Professor?”
Snape sighed heavily. “Once again I am expected to correct your mistakes. No, there’s nothing I can do. There is an antidote, but it takes hours to brew. The effects of this potion will have mostly worn off by then.”
“You don’t have any already made?”
Snape gave him a scathing look. “Now why would I? I’m not in the habit of slipping aphrodisiacs to unsuspecting females. There is nothing to do but wait.
“Now, Draco, leave Granger here and get out, before I forget all that you did in the final battle and am tempted to perform an Unforgivable Curse on you!” Draco did not waste time arguing. He fled.
This story contains spoilers for the Harry Potter books, specifically Half Blood Prince. Just thought you should know.
And of course, I do not own any part of the Potter-verse. All characters belong to J.K. Rowling.
I lost around 15 of my reviews for this story because of the glitch. I want to tell everyone whose review is no longer posted that I did not delete them, and I want to thank everyone who reviewed for their kind words.
A beautiful photo manipulation that my friend Ami Bowen made for these stories.
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v420/firewolfnh/Harry%20Potter/Snape_Granger.jpg
Professor Severus Snape was surprised to hear a knock on the door to his private chambers this late at night. Whoever you are, this had better be good or you will be turned into a flobberworm, he thought. He stalked to the door. Through it he could hear muffled female moans. Does someone have the nerve to be playing a joke? “Who is it?” he demanded before opening it.
“It’s…it’s Draco, sir. Draco Malfoy. I need your help, Professor. Please open the door before someone sees me!” There was a note of desperation in Draco’s voice that made Snape wrench the door open.
Whatever it was that he expected to see, it was not Draco Malfoy carrying Hermione Granger moaning and writhing in his arms. For the first time in years the potions master was at a loss for words. He jerked his head at Malfoy, indicating that the boy was to enter. Malfoy sped past him and went directly to Snape’s bed, depositing his squirming bundle on the black coverlet. He turned to face Snape, his face almost a caricature of fear.
“What has happened to this girl?” Snape asked.
Draco looked at the floor. “Sir, I thought it would be funny…that is…it was only a joke…” he trailed off.
Snape waited expectantly and when it seemed Draco would not volunteer any other information he snapped, “Well? Get on with it!”
“Sir, I…slipped a love potion into her drink. It was only a joke,” he repeated.
Snape looked at Miss Granger. Her skin was flushed, she was whimpering softly and running her hands over her body. Professor Snape was no fool.
“Love potion, Mr. Malfoy? Don’t try to lie to me. You gave Granger an aphrodisiac, didn’t you? A very powerful one, by the looks of it.”
Draco blushed. “Yes, sir.”
“You fool!” Snape exploded. “After you plotted to kill Dumbledore, after you brought Deatheaters into this school, after forcing him and I to play out that dangerous charade on the Astronomy tower…after all that he not only took you back in, but risked his life to save you and your mother from the Dark Lord’s revenge! And how, Draco, do you repay him? By trying to rape one of his favorite students!”
“But sir,” Draco tried to interrupt, but Snape was just getting into stride.
“Have you forgotten what I have done for you as well? I convinced the Dark Lord not to kill you for failing your mission. I protected you during those months before the final battle and the Dark Lord’s defeat. I spoke up for you when Dumbledore was unsure whether or not to allow you to return here for your final year. This is how you repay me as well? By trying to rape Granger? By acting as if you are still a Deatheater at heart?”
“Sir, it wouldn’t have been rape! Not if the potion had worked. But it didn’t, as you see. She’s quite ill, and I can’t take her to Madam Pomfrey. You are the only one I could think of that could help me…when the potion didn’t work.” Draco said lamely.
“It did work, you stupid boy!” Snape yelled. Draco cowered. “She is merely too innocent to know what she is feeling! And yes, it would have been rape! She would not lie with you when in full control of herself, would she?”
Malfoy’s jaw dropped. “But how can she not know?” he asked, ignoring Snape’s last comment. “She’s engaged to Weasley! I’ve seen the two of them snogging every chance they get.”
“Obviously” Snape said dryly, “Mr. Weasley has never aroused her to this degree. Furthermore, natural lust can be controlled. This cannot be.”
“Is there anything you can do, Professor?”
Snape sighed heavily. “Once again I am expected to correct your mistakes. No, there’s nothing I can do. There is an antidote, but it takes hours to brew. The effects of this potion will have mostly worn off by then.”
“You don’t have any already made?”
Snape gave him a scathing look. “Now why would I? I’m not in the habit of slipping aphrodisiacs to unsuspecting females. There is nothing to do but wait.
“Now, Draco, leave Granger here and get out, before I forget all that you did in the final battle and am tempted to perform an Unforgivable Curse on you!” Draco did not waste time arguing. He fled.