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Author's urgent note! I am having a run of thoughts. Hope you like the story because at this moment I do not have writer's block! I have that exact opposite!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~* Hermione walked into the dungeons with Snape looking at the door, waiting. His forehead creased when he noticed Draco not there, but didn't worry. After all, it didn't matter if he was here or not. He wasn't the one that got the detention. It was Hermione. "Right, Miss Granger! Glad you decided to join me. Ah.now, I want you to start with the floor. You will have this broom and sponge, and that bucket. Might I suggest you take off your robes as you don't want to get them wet, I'm sure?" he asked softly. Hermione took off her robes and picked up the sponge and broom, and pulled over the bucket of soapy water. She was grateful that she hadn't taken her school skirt up to the 'fashionable' length now, because had she, her underwear would have been in full view. For half an hour she scrubbed, the thick layers of potions gone wrong and grease from Snape's hair most likely starting to lift away. She stood up in that corner and two arms dropped her skirt to the ground. Her underwear and blouse, with her vest over the top and bra underneath was now all she had on. She trembled, the fear rising in her eyes. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~* Harry was searching for Hermione. He knew she had detentions but thought maybe she was back at her common room with that ferret, Malfoy. He walked towards the portrait that somehow he knew so well and he told the lady who he was and who he was looking for. Eyeing him slightly suspiciously, she opened the doorway. He scrambled in and took in his surroundings. The room wasn't huge, but decorated in reds and silvers giving the room a warm, but slightly chilling glare. It was cosy with a small fire burning in a grate and one wall was taken up in books. He could see why Hermione never went to the library anymore. Two couches sat around the fire and a few armchairs tucked into some corners. A few bean bags dotted the room and another two desks stood in a secluded spot. "You know, Potter, I have better things to do than waste them with you standing in my common room," Draco sneered. Harry spun around and faced Draco. His face was slightly flushed and his hair a little awry, like his. His clothes were slightly rumpled and his hands were fussing at his sides unconsciously. "Do you know where Hermione is?" Harry asked. "I don't baby - sit Mudbloods' Potter, that's your job. I thought she'd be back by now but obviously she's still at detention. Good hour she's been gone, mind," he commented, half to himself. Harry cringed at his harsh words and thought maybe he should go to the dungeons and get her. He turned and walked back out the portrait hole. "Hey! Where you going?" Draco yelled. "Dungeons!" Harry cried back, not that it was Draco's problem. Draco ran after him and caught up, muttering that he needed to see Snape about something. Harry scowled, but he wasn't in a position to argue. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~* "The Dark Lord is not happy, Miss Granger," Snape said, undoing a button on Hermione's blouse. Her vest was gone and she clung tightly to her small, frail body. "B.b.but you're s.straight!" she stuttered, the memories of her Uncle coming to what he was doing. "Ah! But I still have contacts, you see. They tell me he is mad, mad that you and Draco are starting to like each other. You see, Voldemort does not like Muggle borns', let alone smart, filthy Mudbloods' like yourself. So, he wants me to discontinue what you see in each other. Don't worry, I'll make you change," he snarled. Her blouse was now undone, and she trembled as it disappeared. All she had on was her bra and underwear and she shook to the ground, curling into a ball. She tried to use telepathy to Draco or Ron or Harry, but she knew it was pointless. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~* Harry and Draco arrived at the dungeons a short time later. They could hear nothing, but thought that maybe they should check that no one was in there. Draco tried the door and found it was locked. He frowned and Harry started turning away. They heard a scream and Harry was back at his side, jiggling the knob desperately. Draco shoved him to the side and grabbed his wand. "Alohomora!" he whispered. The spell did nothing and he racked his brains for another spell. "Ignis!" Draco cried desperately. The door, being wood, burnt to a crisp and when the dust settled, Draco almost died. Harry went white and nearly passed out. Hermione was sitting on the floor, curled in a tiny ball against a wall. Her underwear and bra were the only things on and Snape was in front of her, stroking her legs. She was pleading with her eyes to stop and Draco realised she had a silencing charm on her. It was only after that he wondered how she had screamed, but in the heat of the moment, he had to rescue Hermione. He ran over to Hermione and gave her her robes to wrap around herself. He turned on Snape and his face turned livid. He didn't care if Snape was a teacher, he punched him in the jaw, creating a purple bruise. He kicked him in the stomach and stupefied him. Hermione was now crying from fear and shaking and Harry put his arms around her. She cried into his chest, searching for comfort and security. Draco couldn't help feeling slightly jealous and felt a pang of sadness that he wasn't the one getting hugged. He gathered up her clothes and gave them to her, as she slid on her skirt. She buttoned her blouse quickly and shoved her vest back over the top, pulling her hair out of the vest. Hermione got up and gave him a hug. She knew Harry would disapprove but she didn't care. The hug made her feel nice and good and warm. Draco stood awkwardly, his arms at his sides not knowing what to do. Hermione broke off the hug and stared at his confused eyes. Quietly, she held Harry's hand and he led her to the Hospital Wing, Draco trailing, feeling a little dejected. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~* A/N: I HATE SNAPE! As you probably just figured.Now I am calling all reviewers for this! MY STORY CAN GO NO FURTHER IF YOU DO NOT REVIEW! I AM DEADLY SERIOUS! Ok, I'll explain. Next chapter will involve a little counseling, but mostly Snape fired and sent to Azkaban * does dance *. So, what I am asking all of my fabulous reviewers is for you to think of a name for the new Slytherin Head + Potions teacher. I'd prefer if they were one person, not two. Now, I am really bad at names, that is why I am asking for you. I'm also asking so that you feel like you have helped me and given me ideas. PLEASE HELP! I have the plot lines but not the name. Please think about this. I'll give you a reward. For each review, name or not, I'll give Gryffindor ten points next chapter from the new Potions teacher. These count to the end of year, so think of your name (s)!
Author's urgent note! I am having a run of thoughts. Hope you like the story because at this moment I do not have writer's block! I have that exact opposite!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~* Hermione walked into the dungeons with Snape looking at the door, waiting. His forehead creased when he noticed Draco not there, but didn't worry. After all, it didn't matter if he was here or not. He wasn't the one that got the detention. It was Hermione. "Right, Miss Granger! Glad you decided to join me. Ah.now, I want you to start with the floor. You will have this broom and sponge, and that bucket. Might I suggest you take off your robes as you don't want to get them wet, I'm sure?" he asked softly. Hermione took off her robes and picked up the sponge and broom, and pulled over the bucket of soapy water. She was grateful that she hadn't taken her school skirt up to the 'fashionable' length now, because had she, her underwear would have been in full view. For half an hour she scrubbed, the thick layers of potions gone wrong and grease from Snape's hair most likely starting to lift away. She stood up in that corner and two arms dropped her skirt to the ground. Her underwear and blouse, with her vest over the top and bra underneath was now all she had on. She trembled, the fear rising in her eyes. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~* Harry was searching for Hermione. He knew she had detentions but thought maybe she was back at her common room with that ferret, Malfoy. He walked towards the portrait that somehow he knew so well and he told the lady who he was and who he was looking for. Eyeing him slightly suspiciously, she opened the doorway. He scrambled in and took in his surroundings. The room wasn't huge, but decorated in reds and silvers giving the room a warm, but slightly chilling glare. It was cosy with a small fire burning in a grate and one wall was taken up in books. He could see why Hermione never went to the library anymore. Two couches sat around the fire and a few armchairs tucked into some corners. A few bean bags dotted the room and another two desks stood in a secluded spot. "You know, Potter, I have better things to do than waste them with you standing in my common room," Draco sneered. Harry spun around and faced Draco. His face was slightly flushed and his hair a little awry, like his. His clothes were slightly rumpled and his hands were fussing at his sides unconsciously. "Do you know where Hermione is?" Harry asked. "I don't baby - sit Mudbloods' Potter, that's your job. I thought she'd be back by now but obviously she's still at detention. Good hour she's been gone, mind," he commented, half to himself. Harry cringed at his harsh words and thought maybe he should go to the dungeons and get her. He turned and walked back out the portrait hole. "Hey! Where you going?" Draco yelled. "Dungeons!" Harry cried back, not that it was Draco's problem. Draco ran after him and caught up, muttering that he needed to see Snape about something. Harry scowled, but he wasn't in a position to argue. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~* "The Dark Lord is not happy, Miss Granger," Snape said, undoing a button on Hermione's blouse. Her vest was gone and she clung tightly to her small, frail body. "B.b.but you're s.straight!" she stuttered, the memories of her Uncle coming to what he was doing. "Ah! But I still have contacts, you see. They tell me he is mad, mad that you and Draco are starting to like each other. You see, Voldemort does not like Muggle borns', let alone smart, filthy Mudbloods' like yourself. So, he wants me to discontinue what you see in each other. Don't worry, I'll make you change," he snarled. Her blouse was now undone, and she trembled as it disappeared. All she had on was her bra and underwear and she shook to the ground, curling into a ball. She tried to use telepathy to Draco or Ron or Harry, but she knew it was pointless. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~* Harry and Draco arrived at the dungeons a short time later. They could hear nothing, but thought that maybe they should check that no one was in there. Draco tried the door and found it was locked. He frowned and Harry started turning away. They heard a scream and Harry was back at his side, jiggling the knob desperately. Draco shoved him to the side and grabbed his wand. "Alohomora!" he whispered. The spell did nothing and he racked his brains for another spell. "Ignis!" Draco cried desperately. The door, being wood, burnt to a crisp and when the dust settled, Draco almost died. Harry went white and nearly passed out. Hermione was sitting on the floor, curled in a tiny ball against a wall. Her underwear and bra were the only things on and Snape was in front of her, stroking her legs. She was pleading with her eyes to stop and Draco realised she had a silencing charm on her. It was only after that he wondered how she had screamed, but in the heat of the moment, he had to rescue Hermione. He ran over to Hermione and gave her her robes to wrap around herself. He turned on Snape and his face turned livid. He didn't care if Snape was a teacher, he punched him in the jaw, creating a purple bruise. He kicked him in the stomach and stupefied him. Hermione was now crying from fear and shaking and Harry put his arms around her. She cried into his chest, searching for comfort and security. Draco couldn't help feeling slightly jealous and felt a pang of sadness that he wasn't the one getting hugged. He gathered up her clothes and gave them to her, as she slid on her skirt. She buttoned her blouse quickly and shoved her vest back over the top, pulling her hair out of the vest. Hermione got up and gave him a hug. She knew Harry would disapprove but she didn't care. The hug made her feel nice and good and warm. Draco stood awkwardly, his arms at his sides not knowing what to do. Hermione broke off the hug and stared at his confused eyes. Quietly, she held Harry's hand and he led her to the Hospital Wing, Draco trailing, feeling a little dejected. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~* A/N: I HATE SNAPE! As you probably just figured.Now I am calling all reviewers for this! MY STORY CAN GO NO FURTHER IF YOU DO NOT REVIEW! I AM DEADLY SERIOUS! Ok, I'll explain. Next chapter will involve a little counseling, but mostly Snape fired and sent to Azkaban * does dance *. So, what I am asking all of my fabulous reviewers is for you to think of a name for the new Slytherin Head + Potions teacher. I'd prefer if they were one person, not two. Now, I am really bad at names, that is why I am asking for you. I'm also asking so that you feel like you have helped me and given me ideas. PLEASE HELP! I have the plot lines but not the name. Please think about this. I'll give you a reward. For each review, name or not, I'll give Gryffindor ten points next chapter from the new Potions teacher. These count to the end of year, so think of your name (s)!