The weight of older man bore hard against Hermione's elbows. He insisted she prop herself up so he removed her restraints, allowing him some new angle of penetration. After a minute or two of abuse Snape slowed his thrusting and pulled out half-hard.

Hermione brushed some damp hair off her face and looked questioningly at her Professor.

"Sir?"

She whispered breathily, ignoring Malfoy's covetous glare.

"Get over here Granger!"

Snape pulled back his undergarments and held himself in his fist. Hermione closed her eyes and lowered her head to encapsulate the rigidity in her mouth.

She stopped as soon as his flesh touched her lips. In a giant leap towards the door Hermione managed to rush pass both Snape, whose eyes widened in surprise and Draco, who stumbled backwards in a feeble attempt to grasp her.

Legs cramped and clothes a strew, Hermione ran all the way up to the Gryffindor tower. She nearly toppled into Harry and Ron who had just turned the corner at the top of the stairs. Hermione wrapped her arms around them both, and sobbed into their robes.

"Oh Harry, they're both monsters. Malfoy and Snape!"

She buried her head into his broad shoulder.

"Evil! I can't even tell you what they made me do…"

The boys were unusually quiet and Hermione lifted her head to question them.

Ron looked towards Harry and shot him a little smile.

"Well Hermione what do you expect us to do?"

Ron's voice sounded different, far too cold and nasty and Hermione abruptly backed away.

"Now, now Ms Granger we don't need that sort of attitude."

Hermione's mouth opened with shock and fear, and she stepped back towards the wall of the landing.

"I give you credit Mudblood, although I'm sure you didn't expect all this trouble just for you pus-…"

Harry silenced his friend then reached under his cloak and pulled out a thin transparent container. He took a large swig and passed it to Ron guzzling the remaining mixture with a look of intense focus. Hermione went frigid as the two shapes infront of her transformed back into those of Malfoy and Snape, each stepping forward and grasping Hermione by the arms.

"Hurry! We wouldn't want you to be late for class."

Hermione screamed and struggled to free herself, but her captures maintained their strong grip, she felt something being coerced pass her lips and she fell to the floor.

SHWAP!
With a start, Hermione opened her eyes, and blinked into black pools of ones furrowed with disdain.

"Excuse me Miss Granger what exactly have you been hollering about for the last fifteen minutes?"

Snape's voice was raised beyond his usual threatening murmur, and hinted at something quite baleful. He struck her desk with the ruler once again and Hermione fell back onto her chair.

It was all a dream?

Hermione couldn't believe it, her legs still ached from running and her privates still throbbed from earlier on. With a weary look she turned round, catching glimpses of the other Potion students sniggering into their cauldrons. Hermione felt her cheeks darken and kept her eyes on her Professor's nose. Snape himself was flushed and continued to send piercing looks towards a similarly rosy Malfoy sitting with his cronies. He looked like he was suppressing a smile.

"In the future Miss Granger,"

Snape lowered his head and brushed his lips across Hermione's ear. His eyes narrowed, and lips curling he managed a breathy;

"I'll be sure to strengthen that Forgetfulness potion."

Hermione didn't have the vigor to respond. She just stared straight ahead, wishing the black and icy pair would do the same.