The next morning, Hermione's internal alarm clock was awakened by the
streak of light playing on her face through the stained glass window of the
bathroom. Reality hit her like a boulder dropped from the Sears Tower.
Tears appeared in her eyes as she still lay naked on the bathroom's tiled
floor. What had happened to her? How could she let things go this far? She
huddled her legs against her chest in the fetal position wishing she had
some of Dorothy's red slippers where she could just click her heels
together three times and wake up in her bed at home. Better yet, she wished
she could be 12 again, and never receive the letter that was supposed to be
one of the best opportunities of her lifetime, a chance to explore her
skills. Only now, that she was in 7th year, had she felt like she
discovered only a few of the dirty secrets of the wizarding society. Unlike
she led herself to believe, she wasn't protected from all things evil just
because she was inside the castle.
Noticing that the sun was already appearing over the high three tops of the Forbidden Forest, she realized she was almost late for classes. She went into the living quarters and found that her bed was made and a clean, unwrinkled uniform was hanging in her wardrobe. The house elves had evidently come- and they definitely saw her. This was something that had bothered her for ages. How often did they see a situation like the night's prior? Probably more often than she could of ever imagined. Hermione quickly dressed herself and pulled her hair into a bun, and grabbed her books.
Potions with the Slytherin's, and what used to be one of her favorite class. She sat down next to Neville Longbottom, as always. Snape came out of the supply closet in his usual smirk and black attire.
"Today, of course, is the proper time to see how quickly it will take you to blunder of your own two feet causing potentially deadly errors while making Evasorum. I know I'm giving you too much credit, but do you any of you know the three main ingredients we will be using today?" He paused and looked around the room, daring someone to raise their hand, "Anyone?"
"Powdered Elfkaun. Sebrona Leaves. Two feathers from a Seagronell." Hermione whispered to herself, she knew the answer but couldn't make herself speak up. Not out of fear of being called a know-it-all, but of something she couldn't explain.
Snape looked directly at her with an evil grin, "What about you Miss Granger? You've been awfully quiet lately. I wonder what it took to shut you up."
Her cheeks went red with embarrassment and she felt like she was going to cry. That bastard had taken everything from her. She looked down at her hands in her lap to avoid eye contact until he had chosen another victim but she could feel the penetrating stares and snickering from her classmates. Finally, he had chosen Paverati, she giggled ditzily with her 'im a girl, I don't need to know anything' attitude.
Eventually, the ingredients were handed out and Hermione had made the substance in her cauldron the required redish orange. While she stirred the mixture with her wand, she watched Snape out of the corner of her eye. He was standing behind Pansy, bending low enough to say something in her ear that no one else would possibly hear and she simply giggled. Another victim? Perhaps. Her eyes glanced towards the desk in the front of the classroom, the very desk that started the end of it all.
At the beginning of the semester, Hermione was still a bright eyed, bushy haired girl with a craving for knowledge that could never be quenched. She had been in Potions class, going over various potions they would be learning, asking questions with an evil glare daring someone to answer them.
He stalked around the classroom, standing in front of student's faces, asking questions he knew they didn't know the answer to just to watch them squirm. After making Pavarati Patil cry, he moved on to his next victim, Neville Longbottom.
"Mr. Longbottom, I'll try to make this one relatively easy." He glared "What is the essential ingredient of the Draft of Peace?"
Neville was shivering in his seat before the professor even said anything, not he was on the verge of convulsions. He was looking around for help, only getting snickers from the Slytherin side of the room and faces filed with sympathy from his housemates. To Hermione, it was like watching someone beat a puppy. Snape knew he didn't know for the same reason that he failed his OWL. It was just cruel to do that to him.
From the other side of the room, there was a squeal of laughter coming from none other than Malfoy's henchmen. Snape turned quickly to give them the glare of death that had never failed him once. In the meantime Hermione scribbled "essence of hellebore" on the bottom of her scroll and shoved it under Neville's nose.
Snape turned his attention back towards his intended victim. "Say something boy, or are you as dimwitted as you look?"
"Essence of hellebore" he said confidently. Snape thoroughly shocked, turned his glare towards Hermione.
"Fine. Ms. Granger, see me after class."
"But sir," Longbottom pleaded, "she didn't do anything. I swear"
"That is of no concern to me" he snapped and walked back to the front of the classroom.
When class was over, Hermione dutifully stayed behind.
"Yes, sir?" she asked in her confident tone. He looked her over from head to toe as if he was sizing up an opponent. Little did he know that at this point, he had decided he wanted to change her life. He was tired of their verbal competitions; he wanted her to belong to him.
He stood up and opened up a drawer from his desk and handed her a small bottle filled with a light blue liquid. The substance was a fine grained light blue powder with a shimmering iridescence that same light blue but shimmering with a iridescence.
"It's called Duplexplicis. Isn't it tempting?" He said letting one of his long, lean fingers slide against her cheek causing chills to be sent up her spine. He opened one of the drawers of his desk, allowing Hermione a glimpse at several bottles of the same magical light blue substance along with a small mirror and what looked like hollow quills very similar to a straw. He pulled out the pane of mirror and one of the quills, took the bottle from her hand and tapped some of it out onto the glass.
Hermione was weary to say the least, she looked at the door, halfway contemplating escape from this side of her Professor that she had never seen before and wishing for the sanctuary of her room or her friends, Ron and Harry.
"What's wrong Ms. Granger?" he asked silkily.
"Nothing." She said nervously, never taking her eyes off the powder.
"I think you would enjoy it, care to give it a go?" He picked up the quill and pushed the powder on the glass into two, long, thin lines. With his left hand, he pulled his greasy black hair and leaned down towards the table, giving her a sly grin as he did so. In one slick movement, he held the quill to his nose and Hermione watched as one of the lines disappeared. He stood upright and leaned back, inhaling again. She could see that whatever this process was, it was giving him immense pleasure, he breathed in deeply enjoying the effects of the drug and let out a sigh of satisfaction. Snape turned to Hermione with a broad smile, "It won't hurt you, I promise."
At this point he looked at Hermione with his penetrating stare from behind his glassy eyes, the pupils constricted so tightly that she could almost distinguish the dark brown from the black dot in the middle. He took the quill and handed it to her like an offering to the gods. Hermione was unsure what to do; she was somewhat horrified from what she had just witnessed. She wasn't sure what had just happened but she knew it was something that edged on the bad side of her moral spectrum. In the summer of her fourth year, her overprotective parents had conveniently left a small pamphlet on her bed titled "Drugs: What Every Teenager Should Know." Inside, she found a couple of short paragraphs stating the different types of drugs, and that drugs turned nice girls into terrible people who did terrible things and would suffer a terrible death- the usual propaganda, but enough to register in Hermione's memory.
"Is it similar to cocaine?" she asked slight intrigued.
"No you silly girl, cocaine is for muggles. This is called Duplexplicis," he said picking up the bottle filled with the powder substance, "much better."
Hermione bent over the desk slightly, taking a closer look. She wasn't sure what happened next, but the quill was in her hand. She put it in her left nostril, looking up at Snape for confirmation where he nodded. Hermione looked down at her reflection in the mirror; her near adult facial features had begun to show, giving her a very elegant look with higher cheekbones and gorgeous light brown eyes. Was she going to do this? Yes. She placed her finger on the right side of her nose and pushed it in, as Snape had done, and slid the tip of the quill slightly above the light blue line as she inhaled deeply.
Her first reaction was the stinging sensation as the fine grained powder slid up her nose and into her sinus cavity, quickly giving away to the ecstasy that swallowed her body as it crossed the barrier into her brain.
"Oh God" she mumbled as she leaned her head back. "Oh God, this is fantastic. I feel perfect."
She was floating, enjoying the initial rush of the drug as the feeling spread throughout her body. Although it felt far away, she could feel lips on her bare neck and eventually on her mouth. Snape was grasping the hair of the intoxicated girl as he pushed his lips on hers. She didn't realize it, but she was kissing him back. A moment later, Snape had cleared the desk. He picked up Hermione small body and placed her on the edge having her legs dangle off the edge. Her head was still leaned back, enjoying this new, foreign feeling that overpowered her conscious thought. Completely unconscious of the predicament she was in, she only let out soft moans as she felt her robes and sweater being pulled off and thrown into the wooden chair behind the desk. Lips and a tongue flicked against her nipple, sending uncontrollable pleasure up her spine. She laid down on the desk, her eyes glazed over but wiggling in response to the tongue moving down her stomach and coming to a wonderful landing on her clit. She could feel all the wonderful sensations, but could hardly move to stop it if she tried.
The next thing she knew she felt a slight ting of pain and then the most amazing feeling as her body rocked back and forth on the wooden desk. Her fogged mind didn't know where it was coming from, but she didn't want it to stop.
Noticing that the sun was already appearing over the high three tops of the Forbidden Forest, she realized she was almost late for classes. She went into the living quarters and found that her bed was made and a clean, unwrinkled uniform was hanging in her wardrobe. The house elves had evidently come- and they definitely saw her. This was something that had bothered her for ages. How often did they see a situation like the night's prior? Probably more often than she could of ever imagined. Hermione quickly dressed herself and pulled her hair into a bun, and grabbed her books.
Potions with the Slytherin's, and what used to be one of her favorite class. She sat down next to Neville Longbottom, as always. Snape came out of the supply closet in his usual smirk and black attire.
"Today, of course, is the proper time to see how quickly it will take you to blunder of your own two feet causing potentially deadly errors while making Evasorum. I know I'm giving you too much credit, but do you any of you know the three main ingredients we will be using today?" He paused and looked around the room, daring someone to raise their hand, "Anyone?"
"Powdered Elfkaun. Sebrona Leaves. Two feathers from a Seagronell." Hermione whispered to herself, she knew the answer but couldn't make herself speak up. Not out of fear of being called a know-it-all, but of something she couldn't explain.
Snape looked directly at her with an evil grin, "What about you Miss Granger? You've been awfully quiet lately. I wonder what it took to shut you up."
Her cheeks went red with embarrassment and she felt like she was going to cry. That bastard had taken everything from her. She looked down at her hands in her lap to avoid eye contact until he had chosen another victim but she could feel the penetrating stares and snickering from her classmates. Finally, he had chosen Paverati, she giggled ditzily with her 'im a girl, I don't need to know anything' attitude.
Eventually, the ingredients were handed out and Hermione had made the substance in her cauldron the required redish orange. While she stirred the mixture with her wand, she watched Snape out of the corner of her eye. He was standing behind Pansy, bending low enough to say something in her ear that no one else would possibly hear and she simply giggled. Another victim? Perhaps. Her eyes glanced towards the desk in the front of the classroom, the very desk that started the end of it all.
At the beginning of the semester, Hermione was still a bright eyed, bushy haired girl with a craving for knowledge that could never be quenched. She had been in Potions class, going over various potions they would be learning, asking questions with an evil glare daring someone to answer them.
He stalked around the classroom, standing in front of student's faces, asking questions he knew they didn't know the answer to just to watch them squirm. After making Pavarati Patil cry, he moved on to his next victim, Neville Longbottom.
"Mr. Longbottom, I'll try to make this one relatively easy." He glared "What is the essential ingredient of the Draft of Peace?"
Neville was shivering in his seat before the professor even said anything, not he was on the verge of convulsions. He was looking around for help, only getting snickers from the Slytherin side of the room and faces filed with sympathy from his housemates. To Hermione, it was like watching someone beat a puppy. Snape knew he didn't know for the same reason that he failed his OWL. It was just cruel to do that to him.
From the other side of the room, there was a squeal of laughter coming from none other than Malfoy's henchmen. Snape turned quickly to give them the glare of death that had never failed him once. In the meantime Hermione scribbled "essence of hellebore" on the bottom of her scroll and shoved it under Neville's nose.
Snape turned his attention back towards his intended victim. "Say something boy, or are you as dimwitted as you look?"
"Essence of hellebore" he said confidently. Snape thoroughly shocked, turned his glare towards Hermione.
"Fine. Ms. Granger, see me after class."
"But sir," Longbottom pleaded, "she didn't do anything. I swear"
"That is of no concern to me" he snapped and walked back to the front of the classroom.
When class was over, Hermione dutifully stayed behind.
"Yes, sir?" she asked in her confident tone. He looked her over from head to toe as if he was sizing up an opponent. Little did he know that at this point, he had decided he wanted to change her life. He was tired of their verbal competitions; he wanted her to belong to him.
He stood up and opened up a drawer from his desk and handed her a small bottle filled with a light blue liquid. The substance was a fine grained light blue powder with a shimmering iridescence that same light blue but shimmering with a iridescence.
"It's called Duplexplicis. Isn't it tempting?" He said letting one of his long, lean fingers slide against her cheek causing chills to be sent up her spine. He opened one of the drawers of his desk, allowing Hermione a glimpse at several bottles of the same magical light blue substance along with a small mirror and what looked like hollow quills very similar to a straw. He pulled out the pane of mirror and one of the quills, took the bottle from her hand and tapped some of it out onto the glass.
Hermione was weary to say the least, she looked at the door, halfway contemplating escape from this side of her Professor that she had never seen before and wishing for the sanctuary of her room or her friends, Ron and Harry.
"What's wrong Ms. Granger?" he asked silkily.
"Nothing." She said nervously, never taking her eyes off the powder.
"I think you would enjoy it, care to give it a go?" He picked up the quill and pushed the powder on the glass into two, long, thin lines. With his left hand, he pulled his greasy black hair and leaned down towards the table, giving her a sly grin as he did so. In one slick movement, he held the quill to his nose and Hermione watched as one of the lines disappeared. He stood upright and leaned back, inhaling again. She could see that whatever this process was, it was giving him immense pleasure, he breathed in deeply enjoying the effects of the drug and let out a sigh of satisfaction. Snape turned to Hermione with a broad smile, "It won't hurt you, I promise."
At this point he looked at Hermione with his penetrating stare from behind his glassy eyes, the pupils constricted so tightly that she could almost distinguish the dark brown from the black dot in the middle. He took the quill and handed it to her like an offering to the gods. Hermione was unsure what to do; she was somewhat horrified from what she had just witnessed. She wasn't sure what had just happened but she knew it was something that edged on the bad side of her moral spectrum. In the summer of her fourth year, her overprotective parents had conveniently left a small pamphlet on her bed titled "Drugs: What Every Teenager Should Know." Inside, she found a couple of short paragraphs stating the different types of drugs, and that drugs turned nice girls into terrible people who did terrible things and would suffer a terrible death- the usual propaganda, but enough to register in Hermione's memory.
"Is it similar to cocaine?" she asked slight intrigued.
"No you silly girl, cocaine is for muggles. This is called Duplexplicis," he said picking up the bottle filled with the powder substance, "much better."
Hermione bent over the desk slightly, taking a closer look. She wasn't sure what happened next, but the quill was in her hand. She put it in her left nostril, looking up at Snape for confirmation where he nodded. Hermione looked down at her reflection in the mirror; her near adult facial features had begun to show, giving her a very elegant look with higher cheekbones and gorgeous light brown eyes. Was she going to do this? Yes. She placed her finger on the right side of her nose and pushed it in, as Snape had done, and slid the tip of the quill slightly above the light blue line as she inhaled deeply.
Her first reaction was the stinging sensation as the fine grained powder slid up her nose and into her sinus cavity, quickly giving away to the ecstasy that swallowed her body as it crossed the barrier into her brain.
"Oh God" she mumbled as she leaned her head back. "Oh God, this is fantastic. I feel perfect."
She was floating, enjoying the initial rush of the drug as the feeling spread throughout her body. Although it felt far away, she could feel lips on her bare neck and eventually on her mouth. Snape was grasping the hair of the intoxicated girl as he pushed his lips on hers. She didn't realize it, but she was kissing him back. A moment later, Snape had cleared the desk. He picked up Hermione small body and placed her on the edge having her legs dangle off the edge. Her head was still leaned back, enjoying this new, foreign feeling that overpowered her conscious thought. Completely unconscious of the predicament she was in, she only let out soft moans as she felt her robes and sweater being pulled off and thrown into the wooden chair behind the desk. Lips and a tongue flicked against her nipple, sending uncontrollable pleasure up her spine. She laid down on the desk, her eyes glazed over but wiggling in response to the tongue moving down her stomach and coming to a wonderful landing on her clit. She could feel all the wonderful sensations, but could hardly move to stop it if she tried.
The next thing she knew she felt a slight ting of pain and then the most amazing feeling as her body rocked back and forth on the wooden desk. Her fogged mind didn't know where it was coming from, but she didn't want it to stop.