A/N: Ten points again for the Saving Francesca reference!
Snape was not back in his office for Wednesday or Thursday- some people who had visited the hospital wing said he was up, but acting very weird.
As a substitute for Potions they had a young teacher who couldn't be anymore than three years older than the seventh-years. His name was Kyle Williams- cousin of Stephanie Williams (one of the girls Draco had experimented with to satisfy his needs). He was a handsome young man, with dark brown hair and a muscular build.
"Do you know what happened to Snape?" asked Harry as they took their seats.
"Professor Snape. You must be Harry Potter?" the substitute said in a voice that made all the girls sigh. He had the voice of a sex-god, though Hermione had never heard a sex-god speak and could not prove this point.
Harry made the same face he had always made whenever people talked about how famous he was.
"He's in the hospital wing, he's not well," Kyle replied. "And today we're going to make an interesting potion."
All the students were at one interested.
"Of course, I'm not supposed to do this, but I hope to teach here permanently one day, and want to make a good first impression for you Gryffindor seventh-years. What happens in this class, stays in this class. And you are to tell everyone I'm a great professor," he said with a sweet, charming smile.
"What are we making, sir?" asked Hermione.
"We're making lust potion," he announced. Mutters spread around the dungeon.
"That's illegal!" cried someone.
"That doesn't exist!" cried someone else.
"Yes, it is illegal," said Kyle, "but it does exist. And we're going to make some today."
The lust potion was rather difficult to make, but at the announcement that the students will be able to keep it after they're finished, they got on working on it.
Hermione, sweating, sliced different herbs and threw them in her pot. It's going to be a very fragile, easily explosive mix, she thought as she worked.
"Hard at work, I see?" said Kyle, looking over her work. "You really need that potion, do you?"
Hermione's cheeks reddened at once.
"You're doing fine, by the way," he said. "But I don't think you'll need it much. You are one attractive young lady." His stare lingered on her legs.
She stared at him. No, not the sub, too! He was young and handsome, not creepy at all, but that wasn't really the point. He laughed at her expression.
"Don't worry, I don't go for minors," he said quickly.
"I'm seventeen," Hermione said automatically, "I'm technically an adult." Then, she regretted it at once.
Smiling, he ruffled her hair like a little kid. "Okay, miss. Then you better watch out," he said with a wink.
What have I done again, Hermione thought grudgingly as she stirred the potion.
All the other students were too scared to really use their potions.
"Mine's bright red," complained Harry, "it's supposed to be silver."
"Mine got hair," whined Ron. "Is it supposed to have hair?" His bottle was full of green, mud-like substance that had bits of purple hair mixed in.
"No," said Hermione, laughing. She tucked away her bottle, which was full of silvery, smooth, and somehow bouncy liquid.
"Remember, no word about this to anyone," warned Kyle. "And if you got a good potion, a word of warning to you: use it wisely. Don't get yourself in trouble. Use when only needed, try to use within three days," and with that he gave Hermione a quick wink. Unlike Snape, she did not get freaked out at all. He was charming, funny. But he didn't give her the thrill that Draco gave her, she mused.
Hermione did not like gossip, but soon she realized she was in the middle of one. No one really knew about what happened in the library during detentions, and Ron refused to talk about what he had seen, but apparently people were fascinated that Draco attacked Smith, again, in the open.
"Do you reckon he likes her?" said Stephanie Williams. Hermione was walking down the hall for Charms, and did her best to ignore Stephanie and Bianca George. She felt sick when she spotted the latter, as she remembered how she had taken Draco's dick into her mouth.
"No way," whispered Bianca. "But she's a slut, though. Zacharis told me, she let him finger her during class."
Hermione felt like throwing up. That Smith was spreading rumors.
"It's not just fingering, girl, I heard she gave Harry Potter a blowjob," said Stephanie. Hermione did not know whether to laugh or get mad at this ridiculous news. Stephanie continued, not noticing Hermione who had stopped in her track. "Sucked him right off. And I think she's bi, too- Lavender Brown told me that she saw her and Ginny Weasley totally making out."
"I think she slept with Ron Weasley, too," said Bianca. "And yeah, Lavender told me about that. She also told me she's been screwing that oaf Hagrid."
"Oh my god, ew!" Stephanie furrowed her brows in disgust. Then her face eased up a bit. "Well, I guess his could be...bigger?"
Hermione swore she saw Bianca's eyes lit up as she continued her way to Charms. She could just picture Lavender throwing rumors like that around. To make the bet harder, she guessed. But she wasn't going to let something like that get in her way.
As she finished her classes that day, she began to wonder how to slip in that potion to Draco. However, her plans were shattered when she walked into Lavender and Parvati.
"You can't use it," said Lavender coldly.
"What are you talking about?" asked Hermione.
"You can't use the potion. It's cheating," said Parvati, crossing her arms. Hermione sighed.
"Fine," she said through clenched teeth. "Speaking of cheating, I'd appreciate it if you would keep your little mouth shut about me, Lavender."
Lavender's eyes widened innocently.
"What are you talking about, Hermione?"
"Stop spreading stupid rumors about me. Me? Hagrid? Don't be so ridiculous. Well, thanks to you, I bet Bianca George is on her way to screw him right about now," said Hermione coolly. "Should give you something to talk about. Bye now."
Ginny was very interested when Hermione told her about what she had heard.
"Me? Make out with you? Please!" she laughed. Then she stopped. "If you do give Harry a blowjob, though, I'm killing you."
Hermione tilt her head back, laughing. "No way, Ginny! He's like a brother." She looked around in search for him. "Where is he?"
Ginny looked a bit down. "He's at the hospital wing," she replied.
"Why?" Hermione asked, wide-eyed.
"Fell off the broom during Quidditch practice. A bludger hit him," Ginny said sadly.
"How...Harry," Hermione said thoughtfully. Ginny nodded.
When Hermione visited Harry in the hospital wing, he looked okay. He had his right leg wrapped up and supported magically in thin air, but otherwise he looked healthy.
"Have you seen Snape?" he said as soon as Hermione reached him and said hi. He looked very excited. "He's in that other bed. It's sooooooo hilarious."
Curious, Hermione walked up to where Harry was blissfully pointing at. It was hidden from other beds with a curtain, and so she drew it.
On the bed, there sat Severus Snape in the hospital wing clothes. He was sitting, rocking back and forth, his right thumb in his mouth. He spotted Hermione, and gleefully, smiled at her.
"Mommy?" he said in a voice that gave Hermione serious chills. It was as if he was mimicking a child. He took his thumb out and began to clap his hands in an excited rhythm. "Mommy! Mommy! Mommy's come!" he squealed.
Completely freaked out, Hermione stepped back.
"Oh, Merlin, you there!" yelled Madame Pomfrey from two beds away. "Let him be, for crying out loud! Draw that curtain immediately!"
Before Hermione could oblige, Snape hopped (yes, hopped!) off the bed, a big, bright, innocent smile on his old, creepy face. He looked at Hermione and took his hands to his face, covering his face as he giggled madly.
"What are you laughing about?" asked Hermione, both freaked out and confused. Snape kept on giggling on.
"Mommy got big boobies," he replied, stretching his arms out in front of him and bouncing on his feet. He opened and closed his palms repeatedly, squealing, "boobies!"
"Professor, get back to your bed!" said Madame Pomfrey sternly, upset. Snape stopped bouncing and stared at her, looking very sad. His mouth began to twitch. His big nose began to redden. Soon, he burst into tears.
"I want mommy boobies!" he wailed, plopping down on the floor and kicking his legs. "WAHHH!"
Madame Pomfrey was extremely annoyed at this point. "Don't be ridiculous, professor, this girl is not your mother. She's your student. Now go back to bed and take your medicine!"
Snape kept on wailing, waving his arms in the air and crying, "boobies!".
"He always has to get what he wants," groaned Madame Pomfrey, putting a hand on her forehead. "Last night we had read him fifteen picture books and change his pillow color at least eleven times." Hermione noticed his pillow on the bed. It was a fluffy one in pink with green polka dots.
"MOMMY BOOBIES!" Snape wailed on the floor. Harry was killing himself laughing from his bed.
"Unacceptable, professor, go back to bed now," Madame Pomfrey sighed, trying to drag the big man to his bed.
"NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!" cried Snape, tears rolling down his face. He kicked his legs and pushed Madame Pomfrey aside. She sighed.
"Do you mind, dear? He won't listen," she said apologetically, looking at Hermione. "I could use a spell on him, but Dumbledore said not to use a spell on him in any way in case of side effects. I've never seen this spell before...Besides, he's not going to remember it once the spell wears off."
But I will, Hermione thought bitterly. Flustered, she approached him and got on her knees, like a mother getting down to a child's eye level. Not believing herself, she took her chest to him. He stopped crying at once, delighted.
He extended his arms and grabbed both of her breasts with his hands. He squeezed and played with them (loudly, too), making everyone in the room (except him, that is,) feel awfully uncomfortable. Hermione wished she'd worn a heavy sweater instead of her thin tanktop.
"Mommy boobies good," he announed proudly, squeezing on her breasts so hard that they started to hurt. He was playing with them like a child playing with playdough.
"That's quite enough, now, dear, go back to bed at once," said Madame Pomfrey, her cheeks pink. However, he did not look like he was tired of playing just yet.
"No! No! NO!" cried Snape, clutching Hermione's breasts and smashing them together, delighted to see her cleavage forming above the shirt. He began to tug at the shirt. "Take it off, mommy!"
"Okay, that's it," said Hermione, getting up. She adjusted her shirt. "This is ridiculous. I'm leaving," she said.
Madame Pomfrey looked understanding but distressed; Snape was starting another tantrum, crying and wailing.
"Just don't tell Dumbledore," she sighed, taking out a wand. She muttered something under her breath and shot a silver light at him. He began to snore immediately.
Draco was very pleased to hear what had happened to Snape during detention that night.
"Using spells on him will lengthen the duration," he laughed as Hermione mentioned the spell Madame Pomfrey had used. "She must have used a lot of spells on him, for him to be still there."
"It's not funny," insisted Hermione. "I was completely humiliated today!"
Draco smiled. She looked so cute when she was angry. It felt as if they'd been going out for a long time, though they hadn't technically started to.
"So he squeezed your tits?" he asked playfully, gliding toward the back of her sofa. "Exactly how did he do it?"
"Like I was made out of clay," muttered Hermione. Draco leaned front against the back of her sofa, a smirk on his lips. He slid his hands down her shoulder to her breasts. Hermione gasped. "Wh- what are you doing?"
"Oh," said Draco lazily, caressing her breasts with his hands softly. "Just showing you how it should be done." He began to carefully yet playfully rub his hand against her breasts. Hermione let out a soft moan. Just keep this going...she's not gonna need the lust potion after all...
But she was wrong. Draco was careful not to lose control again so soon. He liked her. He really thought she could be the one. He'd take things slowly...but he knew he couldn't resist her. He'd be slower. He'd be more gentle. He'd be seductive.
He walked around the sofa, leaned, and gave her a lingering kiss. He wasn't eager, but she was. His kisses, whether rough or gentle, were enchanting every time.
"Wow, thanks," Hermione gasped when he let go.
Draco chuckled. "You thank me for a kiss?"
Hermione smiled shyly.
Kyle was very good.
When she was looking at him, he wasn't looking at her; when she turned, he did. He didn't think that bushy-haired hottie was really his to conquer, but he thought she was cute. Perhaps he'd take her on a few dates after Snape gets back. He was only twenty years old - just three years her senior. Dumbledore had been very generous, seeing that he was looking into a career in teaching and that he was a top student while at Hogwarts. Dumbledore would not have expected him to flirt with a student though, he thought with a chuckle.
"So did you put that lust potion to a good use?" he asked in a whisper as he passed her cauldron. She scowled at the thought.
"No, turns out, I can't use it," she replied, cool as ice.
"Why? Yours was perfect," he said.
"It's none of your business," she said curtly. He raised an eyebrow.
"Now that's no way to talk to a teacher!" he exclaimed. "Five points from Gryffindor."
"Sir," said Harry, who was back from the hospital wing, "you can't take off points. You're a substitute."
Kyle rolled his eyes, annoyed. He would have smacked him if he weren't a teacher- and more so if it wasn't the famous Harry Potter.
"Thanks for letting me know, Harry," he muttered. "But I should know. What are you going to do with that potion? If you don't use it within a few days, the bottle will explode."
"I- I didn't know that," said Hermione, a bit uneasy.
"The substance is very fragile- went left unused for three to five days, it will bubble and then explode. Longer it's left, stronger the effects, though," he said. He lowered himself to match her level, and whispered something into her ear. Looking smug, he strolled away. Hermione's cheeks were burning red.
"What did he say?" asked Ron, curious. He had sworn to stop talking to her after he'd found out she liked Draco, but he couldn't resist.
However, Hermione could not say it.
"Drink it alone. Perfect for good two hours of masturbating, I promise," he had whispered seductively into her right ear.