Dead Letters

Chapter 3

At night, down in the dungeons all was quiet, but not as quiet as it gets. The floor was stone cold, considering that the floor was made of stone. There was no hint of any wind being breezed through the cracks in the walls. One would have never guessed that anyone was doing any business in these dungeons. No one at all except for Harry and Ron.

Ron and Harry were very perturbed to know that they had to go to their detention for Snape. They despised his evil ways whenever he had the chance during his class. Snape...ha! More like scape!! Snape was always on the lookout for Harry, Ron, and Hermione, well mainly Harry. Of course Harry found out why Snape hated him, but could that be all? Maybe....maybe not...

On the way down, earlier in the chapter, Ron and Harry found out that Professor Flitwick was being sexually fondled by the house-elves. Harry and Ron opened the door ajar and saw: all covered in pumpkin pasties, Flitwick becoming more excited at the sight of seeing the house-elves having utilities! Why? No idea, maybe Flitwick never had much fun in his life.

The house-elves came ever so nearer to the nude professor. A monkey wrench came close to Flitwick's sides, the screwdriver was at his ass. And every other utilities were scooping the pasties of his fragile-virgin-sultry-and-incoherent-to-"having fun"-body. The end of the screwdriver went first inside the body. The house-elf who had the screwdriver had a gleeful face as he drove it into him.

OOOOoooooooooooooooooo!!!!!! Half moaned half screamed with pleasure did Flitwick say.

To their alarm, Harry and Ron stayed transfixed to see such a sight.

The other house-elves lathered him and scooped his every body. The screwdriver was coming in and out, in and out, in and out, more fiercely then at ease, then again ferociously until Flitwick screamed with PLEASURE! The female house-elves played with him ever so sexually. They massaged his butt cheeks while the screwdriver was going in and out in and out. They rubbed it hard to give an even pleasurable experience, which one would never forget. Then at occasional times they would bite his cheeks, and rub, and lather more pasties! All would give a hard core pornographic advantage on Flitwick since they heard some students talking about it one night, occasionally the professors would talk about it, but not much.

Harry and Ron were amazed to see Flitwick give such a boner, his small self seemed to diminish more with his little, no not little, but massive package he's giving to the house-elves. It was a disgusting sight to see, but Harry and Ron were surely dumbfounded to do anything. This sight gave them no thought at all, just another point-of-view on their Charms teacher. So they were about to leave and say Snape never showed if a teacher caught them. But they heard footsteps from above them. It was loud enough to give a warning to Flitwick, which all house-elves stopped as well. Flitwick panicked so much that a house-elf slapped him thinking that the "fun" was still going. Flitwick quickly dressed himself with a flick of his wand, all of the house-elves vanished with a POP and Flitwick apparated without a second glance.

Snape came from behind them. Harry didn't want to go inside Snape's classroom when Flitwick had finished his fondling. Ron didn't want to go into Snape's classroom when he saw an orgy! But it was too late for Snape was right behind them.

"Well what are you waiting for, get inside!" hissed Snape.

Without another word Harry and Ron slowly walked into the classroom. Immersed by the visual sight of seeing their professor was still in their thought. No student should ever see that! thought Harry.

"Of course using Umbridge's method for detention last year seems like a good idea, but it will not be tolerable with Dumbledore, therefore the punishment will be less severe" said Snape. Harry remembering that Umbridge made Harry write his punishment on a piece of parchment with his own blood, marking his hand with his own writing. That bitch! thought Harry.

Snape gave Ron and Harry parchment to rewrite their potion ingredients one hundred times, after writing they will perform the potion while Snape will observe. Nerve-wrecking if you ask me! Snape was at his desk writing as well while Ron gave Harry a nervous glance. Both sat there in silence, too preoccupied to know what was going on around them. Time passed so slowly, Ron almost fell asleep twice, but Harry always nudged him. Two hours have passed when Harry looked at his watch. Writing and writing, that was all that Harry and Ron did. Half an hour has passed and Harry was engrossed with his writing, when abruptly Snape's voice had erupted the silence. Ron jumped out of his seat.

"I will get more ink for the both of you. Stay here and don't move an inch!"

Ron felt weak and lazy once Snape had said those words. He felt dizzy and thought he imagined something very impossible. He thought he imagined Snape locking his door. Why on earth would you lock yourself inside? thought Ron. But to his horror, Snape actually locked the door! Locking that door means that Harry and Ron couldn't escape from Snape! Ron was horrified, he quickly looked at Harry, and to his disappointment Harry was still engrossed with his writing! What is wrong with him? Hasn't he realized that we're locked inside? But no, Harry hadn't realized and was not caring what so ever. Snape had a certain glee in his eyes; there was no menacing or threat full hint in them any longer. What is he going to do to us?

"Come here Potter!" Snapped Snape

To some satisfaction Ron was relieved to know that Snape didn't want him, but he wanted Harry.

Harry obediently obeyed without a word. Harry finally looked up from his parchment, got out of his seat, and went towards Snape. Ron was flabbergasted! Seeing Harry obey to Snape was more horrifying then seeing his best quidditch team lose. But that wasn't the end of his worries. As Harry approached Snape, Snape groped Harry's ass. He pulled Harry closer and used both of his hands to rub his ass feeling them and caressing them. Ron was speechless. Harry was smiling. Snape then pulled Harry so he could be closer to his body, but he didn't feel their position was satisfying. So Snape made him sit on top of a desk near by, clenching Harry, even spreading his legs so that he could hug Harry. To Ron's horror (yet again) Snape began to kiss Harry and Harry was kissing Snape back. They were lunging at each other like lost lovers. They began to French kiss, Snape kissing Harry's neck and was sliding his hands on Harry's chest at the same time.

All of this was happening and Ron was not participating in this course of action, thank goodness, don't you think?

Ron was lost for words at this point. His best friend was making out with their worst enemy! What was he to do? But before he could speak Harry turned towards him and said...

"Ron? Ron! Wake up Ron, Ron?" hissed Harry

Ron didn't get it. He was already awake, wasn't he? Ron opened his eyes and quickly jumped out of his seat. He was trembling from head to toe. "Sit back down Mr. Weasley! You have no permission to get out of your seat!" Snape said, "Now that Mr. Weasley has joined us from his sleeping world, I need to speak to Professor Dumbledore. I do not want to see either of you to move from your seat until you finish writing your ingredients! Mr. Weasley!"

"Yes sir"

"Since you thought that you were too good to work and fell asleep, give me fifty more sentences!"

"But sir tha..." before Ron could say more Harry stomped on Ron's foot. Ron swore under his breath, only he could hear. Snape left the room and silence fell on the two boys once again.

"What were you dreaming, you were sort of twitching?" asked Harry

"Well, you don't really want to know, but it went along the lines of Professor Flitwick and those house-elves." Harry was looking at Ron with a dubious expression.

"Yeah, it was that weird." So they kept on working, writing their potion ingredients, Harry waited until Ron finished his other fifty sentences. After Ron finished his last sentence Harry noticed that the time was 1:30 am. Snape came into the room and looked flustered. It seemed that his conversation with Dumbledore did not go as planned. Wonder what they were talking about? thought Harry. Snape looked at them and shouted to leave his room and quickly go to their dormitories. Without any delay both of them sprinted out and hoped that Snape forgot about making their potion.

Up on the Gryffindor Common Room all was dark and silent. Crookshanks was near the fire place purring away. Hermione was on the couch sleeping. Harry noticed that she was more beautiful sleeping, the way she breathed was so soft and calm, her face was so soft and beautiful. What the hell I'm I talking about. I'm going nuts! Harry reddened when he thought that, hoping Ron didn't see, but it was dark. Ron was thinking the same and turned away from Hermione.

"We should wake her up" whispered Harry

Once Harry and Ron left Hagrid's hut, Hagrid became uneasy with everything that he held, including himself. Hagrid shook the teapot when he offered Hermione some tea. He looked at her in the eyes but quickly looked down. Of course Hermione was no idiot, she knew the cause to all of Hagrid's discomfort. Okay, so maybe my looks are different. That doesn't mean I'm the old Hermione, does it these thoughts came into her head. But since Hagrid was so ashamed of looking at her, Hermione thought she should leave at once. But she liked the way guys were looking at her, she liked it when people were noticing that she no longer had her frizzy hair, boy was that a bother. So she decided to stay a little longer, now becoming more flirtatious.

"Hagrid, could you open the windows it's getting hot in here" Hermione said in a girly flirtatious tone. And on and on Hermione went, having fun at being her new self. But at some point her being too much of a girly girl gave her a panic thought I'm I being like Pansy? Is this what she does? Without further adieu Hermione picked up her cloak and left Hagrid's Hut immediately. Leaving Hagrid dumbfounded.

Hermione practically ran all the way up to the Gryffindor room. The sun was setting when Hermione went inside the common room. There were some Gryffindor students left to do their work, but most of them went to bed since tomorrow was another day.

Hermione got her bag and began to work on her homework. Hour upon hour she stayed near the fire while other students went upstairs. It was nearly nine o'clock when Hermione finally looked away from her studying. Harry and Ron were not back yet so she kept on working on her homework until they will return. She worked on her Transfiguration, History of Magic, Potions but not all of them were due until next week. But she wanted to stay awake until the guys came back.

Her eyes were straining to concentrate now, she didn't know the time but she just wanted to rest. She laid on the couch closed her eyes, quickly opened her eyes and thought I should keep working...yeah....need to stay awa........

Hermione was running after her books. For some reason they kept on floating away from her. She was trying to think of a spell to make it stop floating but her mind couldn't think. What's wrong with me? I should know a spell, at least a simple one. But no, there were no spells that Hermione could think of and her books still were leaping away from her whenever she reached for them. She needed her books more then ever now. She needed to remember them. Why now? I can't think! What's happening to me? Is it because of my new looks? No that's just ridiculous, or is it? No matter how much she could think there were no spells that she could make the books to stop moving. Her mind was becoming more bedazzled. She needed help and needed it fast. While she was running there were books and parchment that came flying out of nowhere and began to hit her. She didn't know what to do so she began to scream HELP HELP!! To her amazement there was a person at the end of a tunnel. She kept on running until she came upon that person. Once she set her eyes upon the person she almost screamed from shock. To her horror there stood someone with cold gray eyes. But they were no longer cold, they were just normal eyes looking at her. She felt at ease and wanted to be near this person. The books and parchment were no longer hitting her or chasing her so she stood there transfixed. She couldn't see this person's face but had an idea who he was. She knew it was a he but still couldn't see the feature of his face. She longed to be near those eyes for a long time. But then something from the back of her mind was telling her something How about those green eyes? What about them? But then those green eyes were so kind and gentle. She looked up to see those gray eyes again but it disappeared. She tried to look but it was no longer there. She ran here and there but it was nowhere to be found. Which to choose? But she couldn't think, she doesn't know. Then Harry came, the green eyes he has are so beautiful. She felt herself blush and turned around. Draco was on the other side. Those gray eyes were magnificent. They cultivate a sense of yearning inside Hermione. His body isn't that bad either! Draco was fit to be perfection. His body was muscular with tight abs, he was so dreamy. Arms that would never let you go when you need it, a gracious style that he carries with him Why haven't I been with him? He began to speak to her in a soft whisper, he nuzzled her ear and was about to speak again when a familiar voice said "We should wake her up."

Hermione opened her eyes to see Harry looking straight at her and Ron facing his back towards her.

Draco liked the nights. Once in a great while he would go to the prefect's bathroom to think things through. No one ever knew this of course, not even his body guards. Slowly Draco walks towards the bathroom, making sure no one is walking in his path. He knows Harry does this a lot, mostly sneaking around kinda thing, and wonders how he manages to not get caught. Draco doesn't care at the moment but has a rush of jealousness in him.

Draco is near the door to the bathroom until he hears footsteps coming from behind him. Who could be walking here at this time of night? He knew it wasn't teachers because these footsteps where trying to be quiet, and I do mean trying to be but didn't manage it. Draco hid from view but could still see what was going on around him. As the footsteps grew nearer to him he did the only thing that was in his head. The innocent victim was slowly walking until a WHACK came out of nowhere and completely knocked him unconscious. Draco dragged the body towards a door, but realized it was a classroom; which kind? He couldn't tell since it was dark. So Draco kept on moving until he found another door and opened a broom closet. With some great heaving (trying to be quiet) Draco managed to put this student into the closet. With a shocking surprise he noticed that this person was a Ravenclaw student, Michael Corner.

Michael missed Ginny after Cho was still in her unusual mood. So Michael began to miss Ginny's ways of excitement. wink wink

After Draco knocked the living crap out of Michael, he was again walking towards his destination and was caught up in his thoughts. Pansy, that Slut! I know she's cheating on me but heck! She's great with her talents, but she's such a two-face-timing-slut-who's-cocked-up-in-her-pornographic-world! Ha! On top of that she thinks I'm looking at that bookworm-slumbering-pathetic-Granger! If that ever happe...

Without looking where he was going (but heading to the Prefect's bathroom) there was another being that was among Draco. A sudden WHACK hit his head, but not enough force, which caused him to stumble and fall to the ground. "What the..." Draco shouted, but before he could finish, some liquid came to his mouth and Draco swallowed the substance. A creature, about a foot high, realized there was a mistake and a squeak had come out of it. This foot high creature ran off and never looked behind.

Draco felt dazed and confused, he then got up and went to the closest door. He noticed a big tub and a mermaid picture across the room. Feeling a bit nervous, though he had no reason why, but continued going inside this room; was shy about something and went towards the picture. A feeling had surged through his body and couldn't understand what had overcome him. Was it that liquid? What was that? Before he could think more, a hand had touched his back, slowly caressing him. He began to like this, picturing Hermione feeling him... What am I saying? I don't want to think that, but I kinda like it, No no I don't want that! Then he slowly raised his hand and felt a waist, thinking more of Hermione he wanted to feel her...yeah. So he moved his hands up and felt her waist, then wanting see her face he turned around.

Ba Bam! With great horror, two faces with great disgust were looking at each other. Ba Bam hell broke loose.

"Get the hell away from me Weasley!"

"Ugh! What the fucking hell!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" complied Ginny, "If I had known it was you....ugh....(gag)...uuuuuggghhh!!!!!!!!!"

"I thought you were...well..."

"Who, your slut!? O Hell NO!"

Ginny then ran out of the bathroom as quickly as she could. Though she was still gagging all the way up to Gryffindor tower, she was a pretty fast runner. Draco with great disappointment (though horror-stricken) was able to get it over and done with. How? I cannot say. Draco could not stop thinking about Hermione, Why? Why am I having these emotions? What was in that liquid potion? A love potion? What happened?