Warning: Full credit to JKR. HP/SS

Oh my an update… I'm all a flutter.

As a cauldron dropping you took offense though I see in your eyes you were slightly amused. And here I've abused you all these long months with no new chapter and so here in the dead of the night I give you another offering of my cold and feverish mind and shall pray that writers block not strike again, for that would truly be a sin… And so lets us commence to the story my dears for I am sure it is a tale (no pun intended) you wish to hear of fertile men and naughty boys and dirty old men.

Bump in the night

Chapter 3 What's right is usually wrong.

By WittchWay

Harry Potter closed the infirmary door with a soft click and leaned back against the door and whimpered. It was all he could do, he felt dirty….dirty and somehow used. His body had betrayed while his mind tried to comprehend those naughty touches.

What had over come his professors was beyond his realm of comprehension: that leer of McGonagall's had been beyond appropriate, the way her hand fluttered over her body…. Well it just made him shudder with fright, not that his own behavior hadn't been equally appalling… and that twinkle in Dumbledore's eyes would never have the same meaning again.

Harry knew he should be more concerned with what was happen but he wasn't, his mind was exhaustedly out of focus on the whole matter. His brain raced with potential scenarios of what could be happening to him, to his professors, each scenarios was stranger then the next, each unlikely.

Harry gave a start as he heard the professors nearing the infirmary doors he was now leaning against. Dashing to the end of the hall he turned once to make sure no one was following him. Most of the school was still deserted due to the early hour, which he was thankful for. He just wanted to get down to breakfast without running into any of his fellow classmates or any other of the professor.

Hoisting the school bag high up on his shoulder he jumped over the trick stair in the main staircase and made his way toward the great hall for breakfast but stopped just outside the main doors. He didn't know if he could risk the attention of the other students.

Harry was tempted to skipped breakfast all together that morning but really he was beyond starving. He felt as if he hadn't eaten in days. But the thought of running into Ron and potentially his professors in the great hall was nauseating.

Going to the kitchens himself was an option, his only hesitation being the house-elves and how they would react around him. Would they even have a reaction to this curse of his? Did it even affect magical creature like house-elves? Harry shuddered, the thought of Dobby trying to touch him or his little elf self. Harry blink trying to shake the visual from his head.

His stomach growled again in protest and hunger, patting his tummy in assurance he gave in and entered the great hall, keeping his head down and moved straight ahead toward the bare Gryffindor table.

It was days like this Severus Snape regretted being a wizard, if he was a simple muggle he could just call in to work sick and no one would be the wiser for it, but when you're a potions master… well you get the point, you could always down a brew for what ails you, it was expected of you.

He should of known today was going to be a headache when he was rudely woken at 5:45 this morning and told to come straight away to the infirmary. Now that he thought of it he really should get a place outside the castle, now that the Dark Lord was gone it would be safe. If nothing else for the peace and quiet that surely would accompany it.

It wasn't even 7am and already it felt as if he had put in a full day at this cursed school, what else this day would bring he didn't know but if it was weirder than three strange professors, two lumps on the head of Potter, One stub on a rump, (and a Longbottom in a pear tree), he just might forget this day and start the first official owl off day. Merlin It was days like this he missed the inopportune summoning of Voldemort, at least the Dark Lords timing always got him out of these Hogwarts messes.

Snape rubbed his forearm he was half tempted to face a Death eaters gathering. Sighing he stopped switching to rub his nose instead, he looked silently over the great hall, cautiously taking another sip of his coffee. Not many students had arrived in the dinning hall which wasn't surprising given the hour. He was still the lone teacher at the staff table, which is how he liked it, rare though it was.

Several students were scattered about at the various tables. Quite a few Ravenclaws were up eating breakfast with their books propped up against the serving bowls studying already. Two Slytherins, no Hufflepuff's (which wasn't surprising) and just a handful of Gryffindor's.

Potter sat far away from the other students who were casting him half glances, If he were the boy he would have skipped breakfast and headed for the library to research that lump of his but as it was Potter was piling food on his plate as if he had been deprived of it for several days. He began to shovel it in with one hand and was writing on the parchment to his right side at the same time.

Snape shook his head. Watching children eat was nauseating at best… but watching a growing teenage boy eat never ceased to amaze him…the way they piled it on, twirling their tongues around the rim of the spoon searching for every last crumb. Revolting and Potter was no different… Snape narrowed his eyes, squinting…. though there was something… something not quite as disgusting as the others, he watched again as the thin pink tongue darted forward licking the swell of the spoon, searching for every last morsel of cream, the lick of the boys lips, the flutter of his eyes as he delighted in his morning sugar.

Snape stood suddenly, knocking back his chair as he did so, craning his neck to get a better look of the boy… yes… yes there was something without doubt unique about Potter, he was like no teenage boy he had every seen… he was so pretty, beautiful even, not the ugly harsh angles like his father had at his age, raven tossed hair hanging in his green eyes. He had grown as tall as his father in the last year. He had smooth, round features that made him very angelic…it was so very tantalizing and enchanting.

Enchanting… enchanting…en…chan…ting.

But Snape didn't have a chance to even finish his thought.

"Damn it…. Damn it" Snape growled, what the hell, was that Granger?

And indeed it was.

The Gryffindor with all the ethics of a Ravenclaw. Books clutched to her chest, school bag filled with more on her shoulder and she hadn't as of yet got wind of Harry Potters little problem. Surely more books would follow.

But as she slide into her seat across from her fellow Gryffindor, greeting him with morning cheer, opening her transfiguration book to her place of study, she suddenly wasn't in the mood for silly things like studying.

Her fellow Gryffindor sat right across from her after all. It seemed silly not to chat him up a bit.

Hermione smiled up at him, realizing suddenly that he was talking to her and had been for a while.

"…. and then Hermione she touched my bum…."

Hermione smiled and nodded. Yes, she would very much like to see his bum… even touch it. Had he been offering? It really was quite a shame, in all the years they had been friends she had never seen it. Not once. Friends usually saw glimpses of body parts as they grew up, a little tit for tat as it was.

Some even experimented with each other, just as practice… yes she had heard of that from the other girls in her dorm. Kissing, touching…friends with benefits, that's what her muggle cousin had called it. It had seemed ghastly at the time but now… now she could see the appeal of such things.

She really should bring that up, after all they were growing up.

Hermione stood suddenly and came around the table, a strange gleam in her eyes. Her walk a little predatorily in its glide, her hands on her waist, a slight swing in her hips, brushing back her school robes, revealing the school issued skirt and blouse beneath. She straddled the bench next to Harry, "Hi, Harry," she hissed, her breath a soft whisper in his ear, her hand moving between them coming to rest upon his thigh.

Harry stopped talking, as her body somehow found the space to move even closer. Her breast brushed against his arm, A wet mouth suddenly was sucking on his ear, pulling the little lobe into the moist warmth.

"Hermione… I'm trying to tell you something…" he gasped as the hand on his thigh began to rub in a circular movement…. He knew that if he didn't stop her soon he wouldn't be able to fight his own treacherous body… but he couldn't help but wonder why this was happening again. Why was a person who had always just been a friend touching him and in more than a brotherly way? Was he that desirable…

But he need not have to worry.

For a lone Slytherin professor was in the room… and he had seen quite enough of this display. That girl touching his property.

Yes… he had to go over there and claim what was rightly his. Protect what was his.

Snape growled and stalked toward the Gryffindor table pulling his wand in the process.

His mind raced through every hex he knew, it was simply a matter of which one to use on the girl. Something painful that much was obvious.

Obvious indeed.

For we all know that there is a fine line between pain and pleasure… that is if one has even a morsel of talent. Which none of us doubt Severus Snape has… Thankfully spring fever is upon us and with that comes frisky thoughts, playful spirits and …wandering long thin potion stained fingers.

Hmmm wandering fingers indeed.

TBC…

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