Hermione dreaded going back down to he dungeons all day. She knew
that Malfoy was planning to jump her. He knew she'd be late to potions.
Gods she hated him. She hated him even more the time she had slapped him.
She glanced at her watch. Ten 'til seven. She had better get going.
She walked quietly, listening for footsteps behind her. There was no noise. It was if the castle had turned into a tomb. She neared the potions room. Hermione pulled out her wand before warily opening the door. The room was empty, thank god.
"Hello Ms. Granger." Hermione jumped and spun around. Snape sneered at her. "Scared you, did I?" he scoffed. He gestured towards a pile of large, whitish, slimy looking things. Hermione realized they were raw oysters.
"Grind those very fine and mix it with the contents of that bottle. Oysters mixed with wine create a powerful aphrodisiac. That's about all they're good for in my opinion. Horrible tasting little boogers." Hermione obeyed, questions running through her mind. An aphrodisiac? Why the hell was Snape, greasy disgusting Professor Snape, making a powerful aphrodisiac? She shuddered at the thought. Then a horrible thought came to her mind. Maybe it was for somebody else!? No, no, that didn't make sense. Malfoy would know that she'd never take anything from him. Especially not after she made it.
She resigned to her task, mulling over the last few day's events. The grinding became rhythmical, and she slipped into an almost meditative state.
"That's quite enough grinding Ms. Granger," Snape snapped. Hermione was jolted out of her coma. The oysters were so fine they were invisible sitting by themselves. Sheepishly she uncorked the bottle of wine. The strong aroma suddenly enveloped her head. She quickly funneled the oysters into the bottle and corked it again. Feeling rather woozy she stood up, waiting for Snape's next order. He briefly glanced up, scowled at her, and then waved her out of the room.
Hermione walked unsteadily up three stairs before she quickly sat down, her head spinning. Severus Snape was a horrible man. He had done that on purpose. Praying fervently she didn't meet Malfoy, she tried to clear her head. Suddenly a pair o black shoes filled her vision. She looked up blearily.
"Get the fuck away from me Malfoy!" Hermione said in alarm. She pushed herself up the wall, trying to get in a better position in case he tried to do something.indecent. He pushed her back against the wall, trapping her with his arms. He kissed her, mouth full of fire. Draco ran his hands through her hair as he leaned back and gazed at her face.
"For a bloody Gryffindor, you're not bad to kiss. Even though you may be unresponsive.you are quite.lovely." he purred, kissing her softly on her neck between words. She still felt drugged but her head suddenly awoke, screaming at her to do something. Moving faster than she ever had in her life, she slipped under his arms and tore of down the hall. Draco let her go, cursing himself. Hermione wasn't the prettiest girl in the school, but there was something about her.
Hermione collapsed crying into one of the cushy armchairs, feeling dirty beyond belief. She could feel his hands roaming over her body, as if he was still there in front of her, using her, abusing her mind.
"Mione?" Hermione jumped out of her skin. It was nearly two in the morning!
She whirled around; relieved to see it was only Harry. But she immediately was on her guard again. Was he after her too?
"Oh, Harry you scared me."Hermione trailed off. She couldn't believe that she was mistrusting her best friend like this. Suddenly she lost it again. Harry ran over to her, a worried look on his face.
"Mione?!!! What's the matter?" He gently touched her shoulder and sank down next to her. She gently leaned into his chest, to scared and lonely to care anymore. He tentatively put his arms around her, rocking her gently as she described what had happened.
Harry took a sharp intake of breath when she told him that Malfoy had taken advantage of her while she was drugged. Suddenly he tightened his grip around her, and buried his face in her hair.
"I promise I'll never let him hurt you.you mean too much to me Mione," Harry said tenderly, gently wiping the tears from her face. "Please don't cry anymore.I love you."
Hermione had suddenly never felt better. She threw her arms around his neck and hugged him tight, wishing they could stay like that forever.
Black Lady of Doom: There will definitely be lemon. No point to writing this otherwise. I'll try getting it in soon. I know how infuriating it is when you have to wait like twenty chapters. Tootles, Aijinn
P.S. this I my summer activity of choice, so there should be frequent updates. In august I'll be gone for two weeks, but I promise to keep writing.
She walked quietly, listening for footsteps behind her. There was no noise. It was if the castle had turned into a tomb. She neared the potions room. Hermione pulled out her wand before warily opening the door. The room was empty, thank god.
"Hello Ms. Granger." Hermione jumped and spun around. Snape sneered at her. "Scared you, did I?" he scoffed. He gestured towards a pile of large, whitish, slimy looking things. Hermione realized they were raw oysters.
"Grind those very fine and mix it with the contents of that bottle. Oysters mixed with wine create a powerful aphrodisiac. That's about all they're good for in my opinion. Horrible tasting little boogers." Hermione obeyed, questions running through her mind. An aphrodisiac? Why the hell was Snape, greasy disgusting Professor Snape, making a powerful aphrodisiac? She shuddered at the thought. Then a horrible thought came to her mind. Maybe it was for somebody else!? No, no, that didn't make sense. Malfoy would know that she'd never take anything from him. Especially not after she made it.
She resigned to her task, mulling over the last few day's events. The grinding became rhythmical, and she slipped into an almost meditative state.
"That's quite enough grinding Ms. Granger," Snape snapped. Hermione was jolted out of her coma. The oysters were so fine they were invisible sitting by themselves. Sheepishly she uncorked the bottle of wine. The strong aroma suddenly enveloped her head. She quickly funneled the oysters into the bottle and corked it again. Feeling rather woozy she stood up, waiting for Snape's next order. He briefly glanced up, scowled at her, and then waved her out of the room.
Hermione walked unsteadily up three stairs before she quickly sat down, her head spinning. Severus Snape was a horrible man. He had done that on purpose. Praying fervently she didn't meet Malfoy, she tried to clear her head. Suddenly a pair o black shoes filled her vision. She looked up blearily.
"Get the fuck away from me Malfoy!" Hermione said in alarm. She pushed herself up the wall, trying to get in a better position in case he tried to do something.indecent. He pushed her back against the wall, trapping her with his arms. He kissed her, mouth full of fire. Draco ran his hands through her hair as he leaned back and gazed at her face.
"For a bloody Gryffindor, you're not bad to kiss. Even though you may be unresponsive.you are quite.lovely." he purred, kissing her softly on her neck between words. She still felt drugged but her head suddenly awoke, screaming at her to do something. Moving faster than she ever had in her life, she slipped under his arms and tore of down the hall. Draco let her go, cursing himself. Hermione wasn't the prettiest girl in the school, but there was something about her.
Hermione collapsed crying into one of the cushy armchairs, feeling dirty beyond belief. She could feel his hands roaming over her body, as if he was still there in front of her, using her, abusing her mind.
"Mione?" Hermione jumped out of her skin. It was nearly two in the morning!
She whirled around; relieved to see it was only Harry. But she immediately was on her guard again. Was he after her too?
"Oh, Harry you scared me."Hermione trailed off. She couldn't believe that she was mistrusting her best friend like this. Suddenly she lost it again. Harry ran over to her, a worried look on his face.
"Mione?!!! What's the matter?" He gently touched her shoulder and sank down next to her. She gently leaned into his chest, to scared and lonely to care anymore. He tentatively put his arms around her, rocking her gently as she described what had happened.
Harry took a sharp intake of breath when she told him that Malfoy had taken advantage of her while she was drugged. Suddenly he tightened his grip around her, and buried his face in her hair.
"I promise I'll never let him hurt you.you mean too much to me Mione," Harry said tenderly, gently wiping the tears from her face. "Please don't cry anymore.I love you."
Hermione had suddenly never felt better. She threw her arms around his neck and hugged him tight, wishing they could stay like that forever.
Black Lady of Doom: There will definitely be lemon. No point to writing this otherwise. I'll try getting it in soon. I know how infuriating it is when you have to wait like twenty chapters. Tootles, Aijinn
P.S. this I my summer activity of choice, so there should be frequent updates. In august I'll be gone for two weeks, but I promise to keep writing.
