The Consequences of Wandering the Halls

These characters belong to JK Rowling and no one else. This story was written purely for my own enjoyment and that of any readers. No money is being made off this story.

Be gentle guys, this is my first story.
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“Harry! Wake up, mate. I need to borrow your invisibility cloak!”

“Whassamatter?” Harry sat up and looked around sleepily.

Ron was standing over him, an alarmed look in his eye. “It’s Hermione. I was sitting in the common room trying to finish my hippogriff essay, and she walked down the stairs and out through the portrait hole! She didn’t even notice me. Something must be wrong. Hermione’d never be out this late unless there wasn’t.”

Harry looked at Ron skeptically, “So you’re planning to follow her?”

”Just to make sure nothing’s wrong!”

“Ron, had it ever occurred to you that she might not need you to protect her? If she’s got business in the castle this late at night, maybe it’s best not to meddle.”

Ron didn’t reply, but just stared, exasperated, at Harry.

Harry sighed. “Oh, alright.” He quickly jumped out of bed and found the cloak for Ron.

“Thanks, mate. I’ll bring it back.”

“Mmm-hmm.” Harry got back into bed and fell asleep quickly.
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Ron quietly climbed out the portrait hole and proceeded to look for Hermione. Rounding the corner, he heard footsteps up ahead. It was her. She was walking purposefully and not seeming to even try to be quiet. Ron honestly couldn’t fathom what she might be doing. He was just about to open his mouth to get her attention, when the voice he least wanted to hear spoke up behind him.

“Well, well, Miss Granger. What do we have here? A student out of bed at night? Whatever might you be doing?”

Hermione jumped when addressed, but stood her ground. “N-nothing, Professor, just… taking a walk.”

A walk?, thought Ron. What on earth was Hermione playing at?

Snape’s visage darkened at this unlikely explanation. “How dare you lie to me, Miss Granger?! Do you honestly think even an insufferable know-it-all like yourself could take me for such a fool?! Do you?!”

“N-no, Professor!”

”Bitch! I’ll show you what happens to students who lie!” And he proceeded to grab her by the arm and drag her into a nearby classroom.

Ron, in a rage that anyone would treat his friend this way, and shocked that Professor Snape would exhibit such a lack of self-control over something so small, quickly followed and prepared to confront the Potions Master, consequences be damned.

But he never got the chance… upon entering the room, he saw Snape shove a breathless Hermione onto a nearby desk and then step back, regarding the girl. Hermione sat with her head down, her hair hiding her face. “Miss Granger… you realize I shall have to punish you now,” his voice sounded sweet, almost seductive. Hermione nodded her agreement.

Ron bristled, Punish her? Why doesn’t he just give her detention or take points away from Gryffindor? What does this bastard think he’s playing at?

Snape continued, “I would like you to tell me what form of punishment you feel you deserve.”

Oh! So he was going to let her choose between the two? Well, that’s not so bad.

Hermione raised her head and looked Snape right in the eye. There was a glint in her eyes that Ron would have thought mischievous under other circumstances. “I am yours to command, Professor Snape.” Ron’s jaw dropped, What the hell is going on?

Snape’s glare turned into a leer that made Ron’s skin crawl. Suddenly, he strode magnificently across the room and shut and locked the door, unknowingly trapping Ron inside with the two of them. “Very well, Miss Granger. Stand up and strip.”

Hermione, to Ron’s infinite shock and dismay, did just that. She quickly got up and removed her school robes. Then slowly took off her Muggle clothing underneath until she stood before Professor Snape, and Ron, completely naked.

Ron absolutely couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Why is she doing this? Why would she let him treat her like this? He burned with shame and confusion at the humiliation his friend was, seemingly willingly, undergoing, but couldn’t seem to make himself stop it.

“Now, Miss Granger, I want you to lie down on the desk… and touch yourself.” And obediently, Hermione stretched out on top of the desk and began stroking her breasts, feeling her nipples hardening at the touch. Professor Snape sharply slapped her hand, making her jump. “No! I want you to touch your pussy, bitch!” While one of Hermione’s hands remained focused on her breasts, the other found its way down between her legs. Despite his anger, Ron’s cock began to twitch as if it had a life of its own. He could clearly see Hermione’s fingers caressing her obviously-wet folds, and dipping into that place he’d previously seen only in his fantasies.

As Hermione began to writhe and moan from her solo ministrations, Snape quietly glided over to where he was standing next to her. To Ron’s horror, he was slowly undressing himself while looking lustfully at Hermione.

“Hermione,” he said in that silky voice of his, “what were you really doing when I found you?”

“I wanted…” she struggled to speak under the weight of her rising ecstasy, “you, Severus. Oh, I need you!”

“What would your friends say if they knew? Hmm? If they could see you now? Touching yourself. Begging to be fucked by your Potions Master? Can’t you see the looks on their faces?” he asked almost gleefully.
Completely naked now, but never without the smirk upon his face, Snape suddenly reached down and pinched her nipple. Hard Hermione cried out in pain, but made no move to stop him. In fact, it seemed as if she had rather enjoyed it.

“Did you like that, slut? Do you want me to take you? To fuck you and make you scream with pleasure and pain? Is that what you want?”

“Oh god, yes!!” Hermione screamed. “I’m yours! I want you to fuck me! Now!”

And before Ron could even think about bring this nightmare to an end, Snape leapt onto the table and thrust himself unceremoniously inside her. Hermione, instead of fighting him off like Ron still half-expected her to, met Snape thrust for thrust, eagerly running her hands over his body and crying out in what was unmistakably intense pleasure.

Snape, as he mercilessly pounded into her, suddenly began slapping her ass with loud smacks that reddened her tender skin. “Are you a filthy little whore? Is this what you wanted?”

Hermione didn’t reply. She was lost in the throes of a violent orgasm. Soon after, Snape gave a particularly fierce thrust and emptied himself inside her. Ron felt sick. She was supposed to be his Hermione. This couldn’t have just happened. And the worst part was that part of him found it all unbearably erotic. Ron buried his face in his hands.

The exhausted couple was still lying on the desk. He was still buried inside her. Hermione spoke first, “Mmm, that was even better than last time.”

Ron’s head jerked up and he gasped. Last time?! This has happened before!

Snape chuckled. “Yes, you’re getting to be quite the naughty little minx, aren’t you?”

Hermione giggled, “Under your strict tutelage, of course. Maybe next time we could try the handcuffs?”

“Yes, that would make an appropriate punishment, wouldn’t it?” Snape smirked. Completely spent from the past hour’s activities, the happy pair drifted off to sleep, blissfully ignorant of the exit of an invisible and dejected Ron Weasley.