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From Sleazy Joints and Biting Dogs

I retreated into the alley. After the very successful conversation, the high Rita had given me was abating quickly. For the first time today I allowed myself something like heart-throbbing. I mean, what was I doing here or more precisely about to do? The last time had been a totally different affair. He had taken me by surprise with his desire to see a whore in me, but today I would be one for real, as I was going to him with my eyes wide open, after he had… well, yes… after he had summoned me. The uneasy feeling in my stomach surged after this realisation. Could I really do this, like I said earlier to Draco? Could I simply do a thing like that? Could I share the professors bed without emotional attachment? I took a couple deep breaths.

Yes, you can do anything, Hermione!

I still didn't feel comfortable with doing it, however it was nearly time, just on ten. In the meantime it had become dark, but I had become acquainted with the dark in a way that I welcomed it outright, always finding cover in its shadows. I tried to distract myself from my own nervousness. Swallow it, you have enough courage to do it, in and out, you can do it, and then taking the gold. That already left a nasty taste in my mouth, but I was determined to see it through.

I looked around, not a soul to be seen, and performed my identity spells. Afterwards I removed my scarf and transformed it back into my long, black frock coat. I pulled the hood low into my face, next appearing in Knockturn Alley with a silent plop.

Always again a cosy experience to be here, very encouraging, I thought sardonically. I was not the only hooded figure hurrying this night through the alley that felt familiar to me by now, striding quickly over the well-trodden and dirty cobbled stones, when I was able to spot the sign for the Beheaded Hangman in the moonlight. From the outside it reminded me of the Leaky Cauldron, with its run-down and shabby exterior.

Smoothly, I glided out of the shadows and towards the entrance. Don't think too much, Hermione, this can only go awry, just act, and yes, always think about a strong, stable wall! It would be fatal, if my mental defences would collapse, though I had everything under control, just a bit of a fluttering heart.

I knocked open the heavy wooden door and entered into the smoke filled room, which was illuminated by the shine of many lights. A pub with dining area was revealed to me, furnished with dark wood. A lot of shady figures were seated here, one more ugly and disfigured than the next. Some women were running around between the rows, their robes slightly ripped, serving drinks and food. It was pretty crowded, the noise level was not to be scoffed at. It seemed as if the return of him was good for business. I strode towards the bald and toothless innkeeper behind the counter and signed him that I had a question.

"A gentleman is waiting for me. Which room? And a firewhiskey," I demanded frankly. He tried to peek under my hood, unsuccessfully, and floated me the desired drink, grumpy about his failure.

"Yes, I know. Room 13, madam," he mumbled derisively through his missing teeth and motioned behind him. I nodded my thanks, put down some Sickles on the counter. I picked up the glass and gulped down a large amount of liquid courage before walking up the stairs, still nervous.

The dimly lit first floor was pretty dusty. Unbelievable if you considered what a simple Scourgify could accomplish, but it was what it was. Soon I would be faced with Snape and his demands. Sometimes my ideas were really not the best. When I stopped in front of the door with the brass plate stating '13,' I breathed in deeply multiple times, to dissipate my insecurity. Let me tell you, I did not succeed at all, but as the saying goes, go in and win. So I straightened my whole body and raised my hand to knock.

"Come in," resounded the familiar, authoritative voice and I tore open the door and entered the low-lit room with confident strides. It didn't contain much, only a table with two chairs and a bed. Apparently the professor had waved his wand, as my quick assessment yielded no dust could be found in here. And there he was, sitting casually in his chair in front of the table, and looking at me with gleaming eyes. His chin length, smooth black hair draped around his face. He was clad as always, just without his coat. Up until now he had not moved a muscle.

"Mr. Snape, you have summoned me," I said bravely. Sometimes I had no idea what came over me, truly no idea! Wherever I got the courage, damn Gryffindor, for my voice sounded firm and controlled.

"Miss Cale, pleasant that you are on time," he hummed oilily. He motioned to the second chair and poured me a glass of firewhiskey. Yes, very good, I could use another sip. "Don't you want to disrobe?" he asked.

Now that he was a tangible presence, I was fairly nervous after all, don't let him notice, is the name of the game. Err, well, I was still standing kind of lost in the middle of the room. Right, put your butt into motion, come on, I commanded myself and approached him slowly, loosening the clasp of my cloak in the process, taking it of carefully and laying it down on the second chair. I could feel how his gaze burned into my dress, evidently he liked it as much as Draco had.

With that I took the glass and gulped down the content. The burn in my throat felt incredibly good. Now would we bargain again? Shit, I didn't have the faintest idea. Or was the price from last time still valid? I was torn out of my thoughts when I suddenly felt his fingers on my hips. My eyes opened wide. Oh. Oh! Did it start already?

He took me by surprise with the start of it all, like the first time in the alley, when I had collided with the wall. First with one hand, then with both, he gripped my hips firmly and pressed down, meanwhile beginning to pull me towards him, until he placed me between himself and the table.

I stood before him, his hands on my hips, my butt propped against the table, and looked down upon him. We hadn't really talked. Right, two words… that's the way it goes, I guessed. He was not looking at my face, instead examining my body in the dress at length. It felt like the fabric was etching itself into my skin, so intense was his evaluation, and then he breathed in deeply and began to caress me, his hands moving upwards on both sides of my body and in doing so he set me alight.

I couldn't suppress a slight shiver. Something regarding his manner was just so exciting and it was never predictable what he would do next. With a brash motion he pulled me close and buried his face in my belly, embracing me demandingly and breathed in again. I thought he was trying to capture my smell. Typical for potion masters, they did many things by way of smell. I was so surprised by the unexpected motion, that a short gasp escaped me.

I didn't know what to do with my hands and because of that I dared to rest them on his head tentatively, and started to ran my fingers through his hair, and wonder of wonders, it was soft, thin and light. It was a nice feeling. It nearly felt like silk, this deep, bluish black, gliding through my light, pale fingers. It was a stark contrast, fascinating, captivating me as well as calming me.

~~~ Explicit Cut Sexual Content ~~~

"Miss Cale, a pleasure as always. Unfortunately, I have to move on. Please expect my owl," he stated sparingly, while rising smoothly and sated, stepping behind me and letting a small, well-filled pouch fall into my lap, and next I heard the door close with a soft click. Thereupon I let my head fall into my hands, humiliated, and slumped slightly.

The tension fell off me at the next second. Phew, he hadn't recognized me. I fetched my wand to repair the decanter of whiskey and after conjuring fresh alcohol I poured myself a new drink. I felt that I needed that right now. Afterwards I cleaned myself of our mixed juices. Today I truly could call myself a whore. I had done it knowingly... I was a whore... great, really great! Hermione Granger, the whore! I toasted to myself mockingly, and shook my head over my antics. We had talked so much, it could have been a silent picture. But well, I had gotten through it successfully.

The man could fuck, though. That fact made becoming a whore nearly worthwhile. As Hermione he would never take me, which was a pity. A wistful smile appeared on my face and for a short while I doubted my own sanity. It wasn't that the professor was now a beautiful man in my eyes, but he was interesting and alluring in a forbidden way. He had distinctive features, entirely different from Sirius, who was charming and beautiful, or Draco, who was attractive and handsome. Snape was simply charismatic and by no means had an unsightly appearance.

It was done, as embarrassing as it seemed to me now. The professor would no doubt agree that I had done a good job. I would have definitely gotten an Outstanding for it, I thought nastily. I looked at the bare wooden table, the fresh memories of what had just occurred brought on a picturesque red on my cheeks. It was just as well that nobody else was present. I drank another glass empty right after as I had not only fucked him, I had given him a blow job as well, oh… Stop it, I ordered myself resolutely, turning to my last problem in this long night.

Sirius! I sat up, petrified, in my chair. Gulp!

How would I face him now? Should I still sleep with him? After all this? As I said to Draco, will I share his bed for the last time today? Could I really do this now? After the experience with Snape here? Wouldn't it be completely dirty, wrong and dishonest? Didn't Sirius deserve someone better than a slut like me? Argh, this was…

I pulled at my hair, taken aback by how short it was. Oops, I had forgotten that Minna's hair was short, and that I didn't have my long mane of hair. I laughed hoarsely. It wasn't funny, but I laughed madly nonetheless. It was no wonder after this mental stress. I couldn't forget who I was. Sirius would get a stroke if he had to look into Minna's face instead of my own.

I performed another extra intensive cleaning spell and tried to fix my knickers with a Reparo, however the tiny piece of fabric wouldn't mend, so I would have to say farewell to Sirius going commando.

I stood up with laboured movements and donned my cloak. I didn't really want to face reality again! No, truly not, but how did the saying go? Nothing is free in life. The thought of confronting Sirius left an uneasy feeling in my stomach, but I couldn't escape it. It was his due to get informed about my decision face to face. It was the decent thing to do, at least that was the way I saw it, so I braced myself when I reentered the public parlour and looked around.

What was that? It couldn't, or could it? Was I hallucinating? No, I was right! Sitting in the back was really Lucius Malfoy!

Wow, who was that next to him? A woman and two men. He looked good, so grand yet so very out of place as well in this sleazy joint, with his well-groomed, long, ash-blonde hair and the velvet cloak. Suddenly he raised his eyes in irritation and looked at me straight in the eyes which were, goddess be blessed, not visible under my hood, pinning me down with his dark grey gaze. And with that I realized that he combined Draco's good looks with Snape's imposing, distinctive features. He was very impressive and appealing in his appearance. Fascinating. It wasn't easy for me, but I had to hurry up. It was nearly midnight and Draco would kill me if I attracted his father's attention, or I would kill myself from the additional stress. Or maybe Draco wouldn't mind so much, as it was family… to cite his own words!

So I hurried out of the pub with the Malfoy patriarch's grey eyes on my back, blending once again skilfully with the environment. I darted into a quiet corner and apparated. In my backstreet, near the Black House, I reappeared. I did it! Now I only had to don my true appearance again.

A second later I already was scurrying towards the main door, still hidden under my robes. Opening the door quietly, I slipped into the house, which hadn't changed at all in the last few days. I glided to the astoundingly quiet kitchen, my movements not breaking the silence at all. There I found Sirius, as I had hoped for, who raised his head at the sound of the creaking door and frowned at me upon my entry. Ah, I remembered, he couldn't recognize me under my hood. I brushed it back quickly and shed the cloak. An instant, honest smile spread over his features as soon as he saw my face.

"Hermione, you managed to come, brilliant," he said, honestly delighted and grinning at me merrily.

"Hello Sirius, as always... I did say I would come," I replied nicely and settled into a chair carefully, somewhat out of breath. I was still feeling sore thanks to Snape, but forbade myself from thinking of it further in Sirius' presence.

"How are you?" I asked him with interest and he gauged me with his head cocked, clearly surprised by my rather reserved greeting.

"Quite well, if not bored. It is lonely here, since everybody left! I hate this house," he declared fervently. I took his hand that was resting on the table and squeezed it firmly.

"I feel sorry for you, but at Christmas everybody will beat a path to your door," I tried to cheer him up, so the pain of the next blow I would deal him in a moment would be dulled. I already had a guilty conscience...

"What do I smell here?" he enquired suddenly, alert and suspicious. He fixed on me an expression that was calculating and wild at the same time. I flinched back, startled, when I was struck by the agitation in his unique, grey eyes.

"What… what do you mean, Sirius?" I asked carefully. Did he mean me? Could he smell Snape explicitly or just the sex? This question shot through my head. A deep growl resounded from his chest, which expanded immensely and stretched his rough, white, cotton shirt nearly beyond capacity. The cup in his hand flew in a wide arc against the back wall and shattered with a loud clamour into a thousand pieces.

"What I mean?! You had sex… do you think I can't smell that?!" he yelled, angrily, at an incredible volume. He glared at me, his face distorted into an ugly grimace by his fury, and stood up abruptly, smacking both hands onto the table so hard that it trembled below him. He stood bent over it, breathing heavily, shivering from head to toe. His whole posture screamed aggressiveness.

~~~Start of Domestic Violence~~~

"I-I... I… that's what I wanted..." I was slightly unsettled and on edge, remembering our meeting in the library some time prior, when he had shown me his possessiveness in an all-consuming way and I didn't deny his claim. I couldn't reminisce further, as he suddenly pushed himself off the table and rushed towards me, gripping my upper arm roughly, yanking me from my seat and slapping me across the face with enough force that my head was flung sidewards.

Tangles of hair flew around my face. It felt like a gong rang loudly in my ears, but thanks to my training this slap was more like a caress for me. Regardless, I was left speechless and deeply infuriated by his assault. Did Sirius beat me just now? Really? When I looked again into his face, distorted by anger and hate, he raised his hand to give me another slap, but this time I flinched back. Not with me, my dear... Did the idiot forget what I had done to Bole?

"Sirius, have you lost your marbles?!" I yelled, angered by his treatment of me. He struck me again and this hit left me tasting blood. My lip must have split. Okay... if he wanted to have it that way, he would get it. My hands balled into fists and I shoved him away from me, crouched into a fighting position and punched him straight in the face, hitting his eye. His head was flung back with the brutal force of the punch. He growled furiously, shaking his head through the pain and went right back to attacking me. Shit, I didn't want to hurt him, didn't want to knock him out! not Sirius!

"Sirius, wake up from this madness. What is this about?" I cried desperately. Of course, I knew that he had the right to be mad at me, but I had told him again and again that this was just a short fling and not an actual relationship. So why was he acting this way?

"What is this is about?! You're cheating on me!" he roared rampantly and raised his arm, wanting to beat me again, but I ducked out of the way quickly. Spinning quickly, I struck cleanly at him again and this time I hit his chin.

Now he was bleeding from his mouth as well, the blood dripping down over his chin. He spat out a glob on the floor.

"You are not wearing any knickers. Yes, I can smell that, you slut!" he shouted very nastily, grabbing my wrist as I was reeling from the insult. He used the momentum to smack me into the wall face first.

"Oh yes, you are smelling like that one time in the library, only it's much stronger. It's obvious... you have had sex. It was the same back then, too... You lying whore!" he roared through the kitchen, positively losing it. I gasped in pain when colliding with the stone wall and the word whore cut into my heart.

Okay, that was enough. Sirius or not, if he continued this way, I would show him what I had learned! He was widely inferior to me in real combat, but I didn't want to injure him! It was enough that I was hurting him emotionally, after all I was a slut and had had sex with Snape, two times as Sirius had discerned correctly. Ow, the wall was really hard. I had caught myself with my other hand and braced myself against it, before I was grabbed violently and yanked around roughly. He ripped one sleeve in the process, which was now hanging from my shoulder. My head banged backwards into the hard, unyielding stone and he once again hit me in the face.

Shit, I hate this, I thought when my cheek began to throb painfully, though now I was truly pissed and I replied in kind by throwing an equally forceful punch, holding nothing back. I could feel my fist strike his cheek-bone, swinging his head around and leaving a cut across his cheek when the skin split under my blow. His long hair was whipped through the air as he yowled in pain, but he didn't let me go, instead turning his battered, bloodied face to glare at me aggressively.

That did it.

I drew my right dagger before he could notice, positive that he wouldn't come to his senses on his own, and aimed at a region of high importance to him.

"Sirius, if you do not calm down this instant and cease beating me, I will castrate you! And I mean every word of it!" I warned insistently, my voice freezing cold as I looked firmly into his eyes. This seemed to finally pierce through the haze of fury that had encompassed his mind.

"W… what… what?" he enquired bewildered. He had grabbed my throat with one hand, reminiscent of Bole, and I couldn't stand it and I began to develop tunnel vision. He should be glad I didn't kill him outright. Blood was rushing in my ears, and I took deep breaths to get air into my lungs in fear of suffocation. Very slowly he shifted his gaze from my face down to my hand, almost like he was moving in slow motion, until he noticed the Horus dagger pointed at his manhood. As soon as the sight registered he twitched, his eyes shooting back up. He stared at me in shock, a look I countered with determination.

"Ah, I see we have an understanding, Sirius. Release me… step back and sit down again, or you will be lucky to get away with just castration! If you want to end up like Bole, by all means, try me!" I threatened coldly, my tone vicious yet controlled. My cheek was burning like it was on fire, my split lip was throbbing, and my whole body sore through the collision with the wall. Thanks a lot, Sirius.

Abruptly, he broke away from me for good and stalked stiffly to his knocked over chair, setting it up straight before flopping onto it. Our fight had left us both pretty battered. I breathed a sigh of relief when he finally let me go and swept my hair out of my face with my left hand with emphasized nonchalance. I lifted my damaged dress slightly and sheathed my dagger with a practiced motion before I went over to the table as well.

"That didn't go how I had imagined, Sirius," I stated sorrowfully after a while.

"Hmpf, I could say the same! How dare you?! Who are you shagging?!" he spat aggressively. He had crossed his arms in front of his chest and jutted out his chin irreconcilably, making it obvious how mortally offended he was. Blood was dripping slowly down from his chin still. Goddess, sometimes he could be such a child. Did I deserve that? No! I mean, we didn't swear that we were in love, nor did we pledge fidelity! Why was he acting like this?

"I don't understand you. You knew that our fling was temporary... Why are you this upset now?" I asked at a loss, as I truly didn't understand it.

"How can you ask that? Who gives you the right to decide when it is over?" he spluttered.

"I... I have every right!" I asserted firmly.

~~~ Domestic Violence quite Finished ~~~

"I disagree!" he retorted petulantly.

"I wanted to visit you and keep you company and what do you do? You attack me! You beat me! Have you gone mad? You grabbed my throat like you wanted to choke me!" I wanted to know what was going on in his mind, once again furious.

"Oh please! Had you planned to tell me that you are cheating on me or did you want to shag me as usual, pretending not to have tumbled out of another's bed just a few minutes earlier?" he hissed venomously and glared at me unforgivingly.

"You are thinking only the best of me, aren't you? Why, no, I wanted to say goodbye in a civilized manner. Believe it or not, I hadn't planned to sleep with you, sorry! Not today, and after your behaviour just now, I won't ever again!" I spat at him contemptuously.

"I had and have every right to act like that!" he rebuted, disdain contorting his features.

"Well, good for you, but I think we have nothing left to say. Farewell, Sirius!" I stated with finality and waved my hand in an disappointed gesture while standing up determinedly and throwing on my robe. He didn't try to stop me and I didn't look back either.

I rushed out of the front door and apparated quickly into the Forbidden Forest. I wanted to get to Draco, feeling too overwhelmed.

I had been beaten by my boyfriend- make that ex-boyfriend. Not that I was not used to getting beaten, but I hadn't expected that he could do that to me.

I sobbed, the words 'Such an ass…' echoing through my head.


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