It wasn't the force that made Hermione follow the Professor down to the dungeons, but the piercing looks Draco Malfoy shot at every turn.

It made Hermione's heart flutter, and her knees tremble.

Snape hadn't tried to induce any conversation, but did make sure to end the bickering between the two students as they came to stop in front of his private stores.

"That's enough! Both of you!"

Snape's grip loosened on Hermione's arm and Malfoy took a turn at restraining her. Hermione suppressed her first intention of kneeing Malfoy square between the legs, and after a moment, when Snape headed into his large cupboard, she began to fight the urge of pressing herself into Malfoy's emerald robes.

He seemed to notice this as well, and edged his groin a few extra inches away from the crook of her back, entitling Hermione to smile inwardly.

Snape had returned, with an armful of jars and a variety of buckled pieces of leather. Hermione's eyebrows raised as she caught sight of this, and Snape just grinned, pulling Malfoy over to him and whispering in his ear.

"Come on Mudblood, put on your collar," Malfoy said, stepping back towards Hermione, with a dog's lapel strung between his fingers. Hermione backed up into the wall.

"Piss off Malfoy! You foul…"

In swift movements of wands and hands, Hermione was jerked to the floor and tethered on a leash.

Hermione screamed in protest and struggled to free her neck from its confinements. With tears in her eyes she raised from her knees and lowered her gaze. Snape appeared to be enjoying himself, as he let out a low growl.

"Come now, what do you say? Aren't you appreciative?"

Malfoy licked his lips hungrily and began to disrobe in the corridor.

Hermione shuddered.

"Yes master."

She was pulled hap-hazardly towards what she expected to be her night of absolute torment.