Hermione sat in potions contemplating what she had done two nights before.
'I can't believe I did that. Well I can but I'm Hermione Granger, top student, excellent friend, all-around amazing person and I just slept with my teacher! Not only did I do something as horrific (and fun) as that,' she thought. 'He used me, I know he did and yet I can't stop thinking about him. It's been two days and it's all I think about, when will this end?'
Looking up, Hermione noticed 20 faces gazing in open mouthed horror at her.
"Ron what are they looking at?" She asked.
For the first time since Hermione had known him Ron didn't say 'something I'd do.' Ron didn't say anything at all.
"Harry, please tell me!"
"Hermione," Harry said. "Your potion, it's fizzed up, it's broken."
Hermione looked down and sure enough her potion was ruined.
"Miss Granger that will be 15 points from Gryffindor and a detention, be here tonight at 9 o'clock. I have a special punishment planned."
Hermione sank down into her chair, she was now a potions failure and frankly, Hermione felt like a failure at life. She let her (really hot) teacher have his way with her, no she begged for him to have his way with her and then he just walked away. To be honest Hermione was pretty sure you could classify what he did was just rolling off her and walking away.
At dinner everyone stared at her, Hermione sat glumly pushing very little food around on her plate.
"Hermione, you need to eat. Keep up your strength. Whatever Snape sets out for you is going to be intense."
"Harry I really can't, look I'm just going to go down and start my detention early it seems only fitting to punish myself further."
Hermione was walking in the dungeons towards the potions room when she heard a thump, thump walking along the corridor behind her. She knew that the make of the sound could see her so she kept walking.
"Miss Granger," the maker called.
Hermione knew it was Miss Granger now to avoid detection, she could have cried, after everything there was no one around why couldn't he call her Hermione, he had said it so sweetly while they were together, as he moved with her.
"Hello Professor Moody," she said.
"What are you doing in the dungeons?"
"I'm going to detention with Professor Snape, I'm early for it but I deserve the punishment."
"Not many students would show up early to detention."
"I'm not every other student though am I?" There was a hint of reproof in her voice.
"Oh no you're not, good night Miss Granger."
Hermione walked away and into the potions room where she saw a sight she should never have seen.
"Oh! Professor, Mr. Malfoy I'm sorry I-I'll just leave."
"No Miss Granger, said Snape. "Your punishment is to be our servant. You must fetch what we want when we want it like the filthy little mud blood you are."
Hermione was too shocked by the site of a naked Snape caressing an equally naked Lucius Malfoy to care he called he a mud blood. The only thing she could do was sink down and turn her back to them until they requested her.
Hermione tried to distract herself with thoughts of classes, of her friends, of anything but the noise of two grown men groaning and moaning about how good it felt.
After three hours after being told to fetch more food, more wine, more Vaseline.
There was a noise at the door.
"Granger, answer that."
Hermione moved to the door feeling disgusted with the whole evening. When she opened the door her heart nearly stopped, it was the one person she never wanted to see her in such a horrific situation, it was Barty.
"Professor Snape, Professor Moody is at the door."
There was a sound of splashing and robes being hastily thrown on while Hermione stood shamefaced at the door with both of Barty's eyes on her.
"Professor Moody, what ever do you want?" hissed Snape.
"I need Hermione its urgent dark arts business. You wouldn't understand being a sniveling filthy supporter."
"Take her, we were busy."
Hermione walked out of the classroom followed by Barty.
"Come to the dark arts room with me," he said. "I promise I'll keep a distance." He added seeing she wasn't planning on getting alone with him anytime soon.
"Alright," she almost said no but there was a part of her who almost wished it would happen again.
They walked in silence to the dark arts office. Barty locked the door and turned around.
"That was close," he said before crumpling into a ball and transforming back into his young, handsome self. Once he was able to move again he looked up and said, "I'm really sorry for what I did. I meant to do it but I didn't realize I'd feel so bad about it later. It sucks, I don't feel bad about things but I did about that."
Hermione said nothing, but she did walk over and hug Barty. She didn't want to but a part of her knew they both needed it.
"Look," he said. "I just want to talk, alright? So you don't have to be afraid or anything. Although, hugging is nice, not something I'm used to but nice. Oh Hermione why you? I need to hate you."
"Let's forget about all of that right now, alright? We'll pretend it doesn't exist. We'll forget how it ended two nights ago. It will never end like that again. It will end better."
"Oh don't you know it little miss Hermione."
"No teasing!"
"I think I owe you an awful lot of teasing. We just went from a dramtic heroine in trouble tale to a love story, that's big. That's end of the world big. That's important. You and I, we're important now. That's something to write about."
Barty kissed Hermione, not a soft kiss, not a hard kiss, but an open mouth lip-massaging, tongue twisting, lip sucking, passionate kiss that can be felt in a persons toes.