Title: Looking GlassAuthor: LupinLovesTonks
Rated: PG13 - R
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all related characters are trademarks of JK Rowling. No money was made from the writing of this fic.
Summary: They both craved love and adventure outside of what everyone said they were. But do the things Hermione crave truly lie through the looking glass?
An: yeah I know it's been ages since I updated but my muse suddenly hit me. For those that are wondering, yes this is set in the altered, Mirror!Hogwarts

Chapter Two - The other side…

She was watching him. She always watched him. Sometimes it made him sick at how much admiration she looked at him with, especially in the midst of class when there was nothing he could do about it. Then again, he supposed he had brought it upon himself. But it wasn't his fault she had a sick and twisted mind that made her desire him the way she did.

Who else, other than a masochist, would submit themselves to the things she did just to have him? Maybe that was why he, secretly, was very fond of her as well. Her mind was almost as sick and twisted as his. Would the one on the other side be the same? Or, perhaps, would the one on the other side be gentle and naïve and innocent?

Yes, he was growing impatient. That's what it was. So eager to ruin the life of his own mirror self that he was bound to make a mistake if he didn't steady himself. As far as he knew, his mirror-self was still in the dark about the two girls speaking to each other. Then again, his mirror-self was somewhat stuck-up and liked to pretend he was better than him.

He had played it smart thus far by placing Hermione under more spells and memory modifications than was technically allowed by The Ministry. She knew nothing of how he had put her up to everything; she merely thought that she was getting a breath of freedom to the other side.

Soon, he would have her. He had made sure his little Hermione would make the arrangements to trade in two night's time. And she would be none the wiser that it had been his plan all along.

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Freedom.

In two night's time she would be free. In two night's time she would be free of him. She knew he wouldn't be able to get to her on the other side. She would be free of the several hours of not knowing what she had done. She would be free of being his slave. But, Gods forgive her; part of her actually sort of enjoyed being Lupin's personal slave.

Perhaps on the other side she would make him her slave. Perhaps she would make them all fall to her knees and worship her.

Hermione smirked as she saw a black and green robe clad boy ahead of her. He was a timid little creature, to say the least. It was one of her, Ron, and Harry's pastimes to harass the pale, blond haired Slytherin. "Oh Malfoy!" she called teasingly.

The boy jumped and turned sharply, his pale blue eyes wide with fear. His eyes darted over her shoulders, as if making sure Harry and Ron were not with her. "Yes Hermione?" he said meekly, his eyes carefully looking over her face.

Hermione grinned wildly and pulled the boy into a secluded place behind a tapestry. She lit the end of her wand and grasped one of his hands. "Tell me something Draco, and be honest because Harry and Ron will not give me a straight answer." When Draco gave a shaky nod, Hermione pressed her hand to one of her breasts. "Would you say my breasts feel softer than Lavender Brown's? Give it a squeeze if you must."

Draco gave a small whimper. His pale face turned almost purple in the pale light from her wand. He seemed to fight for the words to say. Hermione there her head back and laughed. "Go along, run you little ferret," she managed, in spite of her laughter. "Go tell all your little friends how you got to cope a feel with Hermione Granger."

Draco snatched his hand away and scurried away as fast as he could. He apparently wasn't fast enough because she heard Harry's voice scream out the leg-binding curse followed shortly by the sound of Draco colliding with the floor. Hermione made a dramatic exit from behind the tapestry. She clapped her hands in appreciation, Harry and Ron looked at her, grinning just as wickedly as she was.

"Ronald," Hermione said with a false pouting tone. "Draco wouldn't tell me if my breasts were softer than Lavender's. Don't you find that a little rude? What about you Harry?"

"Oh yes, that is very rude indeed," Ron replied. "Then again 'e's probably never coped one with Lavender or any other girl before."

Harry flicked his wand with a vicious smirk and Draco was flung up to floating in front of them. "Now be a nice lad and let Hermione know hers are the softest. Oh, wait…" Harry reached toward her with his free hand and groped her breast in a playful manner. "Yes they are still nice and soft."

Hermione giggled and swatted slightly at Harry's hand. She felt Ron press himself up to her back, resting a hand protectively on her hip.

Draco was panting for breaths, trying to form the words as Harry swung his legs back and forth in the manner of a grandfather clock. She closed her eyes softly as she heard Ron chuckle close to her ear. "We're waiting for an answer Malfoy," Ron commented. "Should we kill him for not answering us Hermione darling?"

Hermione snorted. "What fun is there in that? Torturing lasts much longer and you can do it over and over again." She pointed her wand at Draco. Immediately the boy's mouth opened in a silent scream, his panting for breath became more prominent. "Scream my name Draco! Scream it! Oh yes!"

Harry and Ron roared with laughter at her gaining pleasure from using the torturing curse on the boy. Veins were beginning to become more pronounced on his pale flesh, his face was actually beginning to turn a pale blue shade. With a satisfied sigh, Hermione released Draco from the curse and let him promptly fall to the ground.

The boy was still withering in pain from the aftershock of the curse. Hermione had never seen anything so beautiful in her life.

Ron raised his wand to join the fun but a voice bellowed from behind, making them jump in surprise. "ENOUGH!"

The unmistakable sound of swishing robes made the trio groan in aggravation. As it always seemed, Professor Snape had the most impeccable timing in order to salvage the lives of those within his own house. His long emerald green robes made the trio flinch. His presence was a nuisance to them and he knew it. He touched his wand to his student's forehead and almost instantly the boy went limp and he began to give faint, rattled breathing.

Snape stood to his full height, crossing his arms over his chest, gazing at the trio in a disappointed manner. "If I didn't have to get this boy immediate medical attention…" he said through gritted teeth. Then he turned on his heels and levitated the lip body of Draco Malfoy and hovered the boy away.

Hermione sighed heavily. "Oh Poo… Now we have no one to play with."

Harry and Ron looked her over as they stood side by side. "Don't worry Hermione," Harry said thickly.

"The three of us," Ron suggested. "Can go back to the dormitories and play together."

Hermione allowed herself the luxury of smiling at the two boys. They had to be the only thing she would miss once she was on the other side. But she was fairly certain that the other Hermione would have plenty of fun with them, just like she was planning to have any sort of fun she could have once she was free.