Chapter 9: By Invitation only
A/N: WARNING WARNING WARNING! DANGER WILL ROBINSON! We have a squicky bit. This chapter isn't essential to the plot, so you can skip ahead if you're offended by threesomes.
"-but you are to wait until I tell you. Do you understand?"
"Yup. Sure."
He ruffled her hair. It took all of her self control, all of her might, not to scream.
"That's my girl. So, what did the little fuck-up want?" She'd never heard this much contempt, this much malice directed at any one person in His voice before.
"Who?"
"You know. The potions master, the bastard traitor. Snape."
"He just wanted to get to know me. Where I was born, who my family was. That sort of stuff."
"He knows, you know."
"It did occur to me." Forty minutes already and he hasn't gotten mad at me, she mused. A new record. Suprising, but not as suprising as the fact that I have a functioning watch in my dreams.
"They're not dreams." His voice had a hint of weariness in it. "I told you, they're closer to visions. You could will away that watch if you wanted; there's some degree of control in this realm. And no," How did he detect the excitement in her eyes so quickly? "You cannot will me away, because I am an integral part. If you tried, I would know. And the repercussions would be serious."
His eyes were suddenly dark, angry, as if she had already tried.
There goes the record.
I'm following a girl down a corridor, Ron thought. It's two fucking thirty in the morning and I'm following a girl down a corridor.
And even though this is a dream, you have a functioning watch. Interesting.
He almost missed the girl as she turned another corner, and he picked up the pace. A thousand questions racked through his mind. Who was this girl, for one? And why was he following her?
As if to answer his question, she turned around.
It was Gwen, not in Hogwarts robes but a- he gulped; revealing wasn't quite sufficient- dress. The black train at the end seemed to blend into the night.
Like her. He could already feel the almost-familiar reaction to her steadily increasing at a pace he wasn't familiar with.
"Go away, Ron!" She giggled. "This party is by invitation only." Before even checking he had left, she continued walking.
Before long, she arrived at a long door- the entrance to the dungeons. She knocked, the sound of her knuckles resounding against the corridor loud enough to be heard in Hogsmeade.
"M'lady?" Malfoy extended an arm to her, as he had in Potions class.
"M'lord," She grinned, sliding into Malfoy's arms. "Professor."
The sick feeling in his stomach that had begun at the sight of Malfoy's face multiplied as a half-clad (it was the wrong half, Ron thought, nearly vomiting) Professor Snape emerged.
"Not fair," she pouted. "You started without me."
"We got bored." Malfoy rolled his eyes. "You took too fucking long."
"I had Weasley trailing me," She whispered, eyeing Snape hungrily. "Besides, I'm here, aren't I?"
"And that's all that matters. Professor, allow me to do the honors?" Malfoy moved closer to Gwen—too close—and, gently turning her, began to unhook the back of her dress. Ron's mouth began to water at the sight of the slowly emerging flesh. Please, he thought. Please, let me wake up. Please…
"Too long," Snape yawned. "It's cruel to whet my appetite and then take an eternity to give me the main course." With a lazy flick of his wand, Gwen's dress disappeared.
"Right then," Malfoy grinned. "Where were we?"
He lowered Gwen into a kneeling position.
"Stay," he chided, grinning as he lowered his pants. "Professor, come."
Both obeyed him to the letter. Ron groaned as her lips parted to receive a part of Malfoy quite separate from his tongue, at first tasting and then consuming whole.
Snape, for his part, continued where he had left off; thrusting into the entrance of a pupil. Malfoy groaned as Snape spilled inside of him, rocking Gwen's head with the rhythm.
Was it over? Ron wondered. God, let it be over.
To his horror, it was far from that.
As if in a play, the three moved to take positions. Lifting Gwen so she straddled his hips, Snape moved forward so her back was to the wall.
Malfoy was the first to move. Hungrily parting her lips, he thrust his tongue inside her mouth, exploring her body with hands. Gwen let out a small gasp as both Malfoy twisted her nipples and Snape entered her, grabbing her buttocks and moving her in a swaying motion. The result was a rhythm, a sickening overture Ron was forced to watch.
Gwen's lips moved to Snape as Malfoy's mouth explored elsewhere, sucking her neck and breasts as if they were sustenance. Each moan that escaped her mouth was a scream to Ron, a death sentence to her character.
"I fucking LOVE Potions," Gwen moaned. "C'est magnifique."