Chapter 16: The Professor's Plaything
{A/N: Strife and Discord}
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The Corridors, Slytherin Dungeons, Hogwarts...
Draco Malfoy had been slinking about the halls as he followed Hermione Granger as she left Snape's quarters. He had a sly smile on his pale face as he continued to follow her every move. He had been sitting on the information about her being married to Snape and of course shagging him, it had been too priceless. The-oh-so brilliant-and-brave-Gryffindor-Princess Hermione Jean Granger forced to marry and shag the universally known "bat of the dungeons", Head of Slytherin House, Severus Sebastian Snape. Draco had been well aware of most of his godfather's past conquests one of which had been his recently escaped deranged Aunt Bellatrix. He had heard Lucius and Severus converse on many a drunken night back at the Manor detailing unsavory acts with various witches and muggles alike. He had even known about Snape bedding both his mother in the past and aunt on occasion.
One could not imagine what it was like to be a boy of seven and walk down the stairs for a glass of water in the middle of the night and be treated to the sounds of his aunt and godfather screwing like mad behind her heavy brown door. The mischievous little boy had thought it strange how more women didn't flock to his Uncle Severus given the man's apparent talents in bed.
The handsome junior Malfoy smirked as he watched Granger move about. The same fluttering and carelessness that overtook his aunt after one of her nights with his head of house. The junior Malfoy continued to follow the blissfully unaware Hermione until she got the sudden feeling that someone was following her. She stopped and cautiously checked her surroundings.
"Come out you foul loathsome little cockroach." said Hermione tightening her grip on her wand.
Draco had been quite impressed. Apparently she wasn't as foolish as he first believed her to be. Still, he had been following her for quite a while before she noticed him.
"If it isn't The Gryffindor Princess." he spat venomously. "Is there a reason you keep finding yourself in my dungeon?"
"The dungeons do not belong to you." she said narrowing her eyes at him. "And what I am doing is none of your business."
"It is my business if you intend to keep shagging my godfather." said Draco irate.
Hermione had been caught off guard by his observation.
Like a true Gryffindor she tried to keep up the charade of bravery. Unfortunately for her, Draco had already dissected her lies. Perks of being a Slytherin of course.
"Cut the act Granger." said Draco with a smirk. "I know you're shagging him...all women tend to act strangely when they've shagged Uncle Severus."
The bushy haired witch had not like the fact that Draco Malfoy had so easily learned about her relationship with Severus. It was strange how she had begun to think of the bad tempered Professor as Severus, the man whom could do wonders in the privacy of their quarters as opposed to The Potions Professor Snape that had been around her since she was twelve years old.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" she asked still with defiance in her tone.
She would not cower to him or any Slytherin. She had been the wife of his Head of House after all and it wouldn't do for the wife of Severus Snape to cower to those lesser than she. Not to mention she could take Draco on any day of the week and send him home crying to his smarmy father, and so called Governor of Hogwarts.
Surprisingly, Draco simply smiled.
"As it so happens Granger, I am here to do you a little favor." he said casually.
Hermione arched an eyebrow at this. It was a well known fact that Slytherins did not simply do anyone favors let alone Draco Malfoy.
"What do you mean?" she asked with all the skepticism of one very familiar with Slytherin tact.
"Did he tell you about his appointment this afternoon before he left you?" asked Draco with a menacing grin. "He keeps so many...don't you get it Granger, you're nothing more than The Potions Professor's plaything."
Hermione had not known what the junior Malfoy had been getting at but she was tired of this game. She didn't see how her relationship with her husband was any of Malfoy's business to begin with but she didn't wish to indulge his antics any longer...sadly she knew he would hound her until he got whatever it was that he sought from her.
"Just say what you want to say and leave me alone, Malfoy." she said annoyed.
"Why speak when I know you won't believe a word I say?" asked Draco in a casual tone. "Better to show you, your betters I think."
"I beg your pardon." said Hermione not at all liking where this conversation was heading.
Draco rolled his eyes at her inability to note the obvious.
"I can take you to where your so called husband is having his meeting." he said.
Hermione considered this. She had wanted to know where Snape went when he was having his various "appointments." She knew when he did work for the order and when Voldemort had called him. Some of his abrupt absences had been due to his work as a Potions Master but there were some unexplained absences. Despite her reservations, her curiosity got the better of her.
"You swear you'll take me to him and bring me home if something is amiss?" she asked preparing to hex him if need be.
"You have my oath." said Draco casually. "I shall return you to Hogwarts once this little venture is finished."
Hermione watched as his and her magic swirled around them both signaling that the oath had indeed taken place.
Taking a breath the bushy haired witch nodded in acceptance of his oath and his words.
Draco gave her a wolfish grin and extended his arm as if he had been some kind of chivalrous gentleman.
"Just remember, you wanted this Granger." he said still with that grin.
Hermione attempted to steel herself wondering what had been so bad that Draco had to issue such a warning.
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Open field, Wizarding World...
The winds were howling as Severus Snape stood with Bellatrix LeStrange in the middle of an open field beside an old abandoned muggle barn. It had been a rather peculiar location but one where they often ventured over the course of their strange relationship. The deranged witch had been glaring at him furious in her expression. Snape rolled his eyes as she called him every name in her arsenal. He had not thought to go back on his promise it was just that he had been unable to meet her carnal needs due to the new implications on his marriage. She had not taken the news well given the circumstances and was keen on venting her rage via speech.
"Are you quite finished?" he asked in an emotionless tone.
"A Mudblood whore!" shouted Bellatrix. "You're shagging Potter's little Mudblood whore!"
She beat against his ebony clad chest in frustration. All those years they had been lovers right under the noses of the despot and her brute of a husband and now here he was telling her that their relationship was no more for want of another. A girl. A particularly young witch with a brilliant path ahead of her. It was plain for Bellatrix to see that this Hermione Granger was innocent and pure, the very combination that a part of Snape couldn't help but obtain in some twisted fashion. She herself had been far from these things and it had been enough for him until this point. When he was a boy it was her darkness that drew him in, given his own innocence it wasn't hard to see why.
"Calm down Bella." said Snape catching her by the wrists his tone still emotionless.
"Don't you tell me to calm down!" shouted Bellatrix irate. "You always did have a thing for Mudblood whores."
"You forget yourself Bellatrix." said Snape showing rage for the first time.
"I forget nothing." replied Bellatrix still angry. "I didn't forget how much you love it when you slide that freakishly large cock of yours between my thighs..."
Snape tried to keep from envisioning their past encounters. She was having an effect on him, she always did and she knew it. His mind was swimming with memories as she went into every last vulgar detail about what they had done together and of the life their twisted union created shortly before it was snuffed out.
"Or how you make me squeal with just the right amount of force each time you thrust." she said in a seductive tone.
Snape closed his eyes as she trailed her cold calloused fingers up his ebony clad chest like she had so many times before. Sensing his indecision Bellatrix ran the fingers of her free hand over the tented bulge in the front of his trousers. Snape let out a hiss as she pressed her sensuous body against his lean form.
"Tell me you don't want to wrestle me to the ground and have your wicked way with me Half-blood." she teased.
Snape grabbed the derange witch crashing his pale lips into hers with almost brute force. She clawed at his frock coat while he fumbled at his trousers seemingly attempting to undo them but relenting at the last possible second to devour her mouth instead. Bellatrix found herself overwhelmed by her need of him. It seemed old habits were hard to break indeed as Snape attempted to control is rabid need for the deranged witch before him.
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Somewhere Amid The Tall Grass...
Hermione Granger-Snape's eyes had widened in horror as she saw her husband grab Bellatrix LeStrange and wrestle her to the ground in a bid to make love to her. Draco smiled watching as the tears formed behind the usually mouthy Gryffindor's amber eyes. He had only sought to take her down a peg or two but the look of absolute hurt on her face was priceless. The boy didn't know what it was about his godfather that made witch's take leave of their senses but it was one for the record books given Granger's icy gaze.
Turning away from the scene Hermione took a deep breath to quell her emotions.
"I wish to go back now, Draco." she said in an eerily calm manner.
Draco Malfoy's words played over and over in the heartbroken witch's head.
Don't you get it? Your nothing more than The Potions Professor's Plaything.
How could she have been so stupid as to think that Severus Snape would ever feel something for her the way she did for him?
He was a Slytherin git bastard and always would be.
Believing that his work had been done Draco did as she asked. The return to Hogwarts had been a silent one as Hermione simply concentrated on getting back to her shared quarters with her wayward husband. Once they returned, the junior Malfoy watched the formerly mouthy witch make her way toward Gryffindor tower without another word. It seemed rather strange to him as he watch her turn cold and the eerie silence that overtook her was unnerving as well.
Does she really have feelings for him?
No. It can't be.
There's No way.
Could it be possible?
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Open field, Wizarding World...
Snape glared down at the writhing witch below him. The desire for him had been clear on her face as she arched her sensuous body into his hoping to speed along his actions. Bellatrix had been quite pleased with herself and her meager means of seduction. Sadly she had not taken into account that she had insulted Snape prior to her ploy taking place.
"You Bellatrix are a sight to behold." he said in a smug tone. "Unfortunately for you my "freakishly large cock" is reserved for someone else...the pitfalls of marriage I'm afraid, I seem to only be interested in my wife...I guess I've had my fill of Pureblood bitch for one lifetime."
Snape got to his feet and walked away from the humiliated and angry aroused witch as she bellowed out his name.
"SNAPE! YOU INSOLENT HALF-BLOOD" she shouted irate. "DON'T YOU WALK AWAY FROM ME!"
Snape ignored the rest of the deranged witch's insults and spiteful threats, with a crack of thunder apparated away from the field. It appeared his association with Bellatrix had finally reached it's conclusion. Dumbledore would be pleased no doubt. The Potions Master had not wanted to admit it to himself but it was beginning to look as if Hermione Granger was growing on him.