Intro A/N: I couldn't leave the story where I had previously stopped. This is a much better ending, totally "misst" here. Choose not to read if you are easily offended by horrendous writing and ridiculous plots. Rated "R" (warning smut+"odd pairings")…muhahaha
The school term seemed to pass in a fog, and Hermione amidst it all tried desperately to forget her frightening ordeal. She could have forgotten, or at least suppressed it if not for Potions classes when Draco's cruel taunting looks pierced her and the night flashed before her eyes.
Though it was nothing compared to the absolute terror Professor Snape put her through. She had hoped Snape would at best disregard her, but it was the opposite. He would single her out and taunt her silence in class. Hermione had stopped answering questions and merely sat stone face in all of her classes. Her grades had slipped to drastically she was passing only by the pity of her once-adoring teachers.
Hermione sat leaned over the pile of books on an emptied library table. She flipped through the text in front of her and a wide, unforgiving smile covered her cheeks.
All she had going for her was her revenge. And how sweet it would be.
Study classes with Snape had never been so unbearable. Thought Draco miserably, knotting the vile substance in his hands to the texture he was ordered to duplicate.
A sudden quick slap on his bottom made Draco drop the root in his hands. He twisted on his stool, red in the face.
"Why did you do that sir?"
Professor Snape grinned and chose to ignore the inquiries, leaving Draco to cautiously rub the bruise.
"I think that is enough for tonight Malfoy. To your rooms immediately." Snape added in a chuckle.
Looking up from the cauldron Draco questioned him.
"But sir! We haven't even covered today's lesson on the…"
"Enough! Enough!" Snape hollered waving his hand for silence. He rubbed his temple dimly and gestured for Draco to grab his things and leave.
In somewhat of a rage Draco gathered his ingredients and tools then headed for the large dungeon door, but stopped immediately in his tracks.
His arms gave way, and the lab pieces smashed with great force on the ground.
Snape sashayed in his cloak turning to roar some infamous line for Draco's carelessness, but instead found himself facing a very determined Hermione Granger. He didn't have time to cry out until the ropes were bound across his arms. Draco was lying shivering on the floor below him.
"Come now professor, you really didn't think I was through with you did you?"
Snape registered the blow from atop his head and fell to the ground beside Mafloy's unconscious body.
It was some time before they awoke. Each bare and tied spread-eagle on what was presumably Hermione's bed. Snape demanded in a very stern voice that he be let free, but Hermione just giggled and tighten the binds on their legs.
"I won't be needing any Forgetfulness Potion professor, oh no. I plan on cherishing this memory till my dying day."
Draco opened his grey eyes and blinked sleepily.
"Where am I?" he slurred in a drowsy haze.
Hermione sighed and began to disrobe.
"Just keep your mouth shut for once Malfoy. Please spare us from your inquisitions.
Snape snorted and wriggled to loosen himself.
"Ms Granger I do recall finding a better use for that overly-large mouth of yours now why don't you…"
He stopped speaking as soon as Hermione climbed a top him. She pulled back the covers that spared him of exposure and took him in her hands.
Snape clamped his mouth shut and pushed hard against the mattress trying not to enjoy himself.
"Professor I don't suppose I have to finish this off for you do I?"
Snape narrowed his eyes and opened his lips to scornfully reply when Hermione forcefully jammed her potion mixture down his throat.
Snape coughed and gurgled back on the drink.
He had tasted the same brew before. He recognized the smell, and the bitter taste. Recounting the times when he skulked the streets for Muggle street women, and forced them to do very naughty things indeed…
"So Professor have you figured out my plan yet?"
Hermione words came out in a half chortle. Snape's response drew into a mumbled and slewed garble. Draco on the other hand took the potion without protest, the knock to his head turned out to be lasting longer than initially mused. Hermione shrugged, she didn't care about the long term effects, she just wanted something now.
"Now that your both ready and willing…" She looked down at them from Snape's lap, their half-drooling, half-miserable faces made her insides burn.
Hermione took Snape inside her first, rocking steadily upon his groin. With a second though she reached for Draco, and ordered for him to sit up. She sat for a moment facing her professor then turned, still keeping Snape inside her to raise her legs onto Draco's shoulders.
Without much demand Draco settled in and shared Hermione until she hastily pushed back his head and rose from Snape's lap to let the seed fall into Draco's hungry mouth. She laughed vengefully. She was enjoying this far too much to reclaim her sanity. It was no matter though, because tables soon turned, and she was pushed out of the action and left staring in shock as Draco himself moved to cover Snape's convulsing body. The two embraced for a short moment before Draco was flipped onto his back and Snape drove himself inside him.
Hermione had truly had enough. There was no point in continuing this any further. She stood from the now quivering bed and walked over to her dresser. After pulling on a new set of robes she reached down and picked up a small bag of Floo powder, then after a second greedy look back towards the pair, headed towards the hearth.
With a large handful Hermione pitched the powder into the flames.
The large and wrinkled face of Albus Dumbledore appeared amongst the emerald.
"Headmaster sir, I have something very odd to show you."
Hermione stepped back, clearing the view from to the bed…
End A/N: I love endings like this…had to the perversity inside me took control.
