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Chapter 12 ~ The Flight for Hermione’s Virtue
“Pomfrey! Stamp these! Quickly!” Snape said holding out the stamp and the forms to the medi-witch, who was passing a wand over Merelda.
“In a moment, Severus,” she said, continuing healing the student.
“Poppy! Please! I have to go!” Snape said, shaking the papers at her.
The medi-witch turned and looked at the Professor, shocked by the contorted look on his face.
“Severus, what’s wrong?” she asked him.
“Poppy, I don’t have time, just stamp these so I can go!” he said. The healer took the papers, laid them on the bed and stamped them one by one as Snape paced.
“There, they’re stamped,” she said, looking at him oddly. Snape hastily scrawled his name and ran from the infirmary, his robes billowing. Pomfrey blinked after him. This was the first time the Potions Master left a student without knowing if they would be all right. She shook her head and returned to working on Merelda.
Snape ran to the shifting stairs and jumped to the landing, scrambling up the steps as fast as he could go toward the Astronomy tower where Draco and Hermione were having lunch. His robes were tangling in his legs as he ran and he tore them off, leaving them on the stairwell. He almost fell twice, leaping for the moving landings, but he had no concern for his own safety. He cursed himself for letting Albus cancel his apparition privileges after Voldemort’s death. He was the only one at Hogwarts who could apparate directly in the castle, because of his need to be able to make it back when suffering from the Cruciatus curse or beatings. He usually couldn’t navigate the grounds in his condition. The power to apparate would be of great benefit now.
He leaped to the final landing and ran down the corridor that led to the long stairwell that opened on the Tower. He slid past it, then ran back, taking the steps three at a time his heart pounding in his chest…if Draco had fucked her…
He emerged into the Tower and saw Draco on top of Hermione, placing her legs on his shoulders. The Potions Master roared and in one stride was there. He grasped Draco by the back of his shirt and flung the startled young wizard off of the witch.
“No!” Hermione cried, sitting up and reaching after Draco. The Professor looked down at her, then knelt, looking into her eyes. They were dilated and full of lust. Her blouse was open and her bra lifted from her full breasts. The scent of her arousal was powerful.
“No, Professor. I want him…” Hermione pleaded, her amber eyes burning into his.
Snape felt his heart constrict and he turned his head to look at Draco. He rose slowly, murder in his eyes. Draco had risen from the ground, tucked his cock back in his pants and was buttoning his shirt. His ice blue eyes met Snape’s.
“You can see she wants me, Professor,” he said.
Snape hesitated as Hermione wailed Draco’s name. The Professor stalked over to Draco’s robes, picked them up and rifled through the pockets until he found what he was looking for. The empty bottle of lust potion. The Potions Master examined it, then shook it. He looked at Draco, before placing the bottle in his own pocket.
“You gave her the whole bottle?’ he roared at the wizard. “A whole bottle of lust potion? You fucking animal!”
Before the Potions Master knew what he was doing he launched himself at Draco, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt, choking him.
“I should kill you,” Snape seethed, death in his black eyes.
“What? Over a fucking mudblood? She’s nothing, Professor,” Draco spat back at him.
Snape held him a moment. Then he released him.
Draco straightened his collar and looked at Hermione, who was still reaching out for him, calling to him, begging him to finish.
“We should both fuck her, Professor. No one would know,” the wizard said, his blue eye conspiratorial..
Snape hit him. Hard.
There was a loud crunch when the Potions Master’s fist connected with the young wizard’s jaw. Draco was slammed to the ground, out cold.
“I would know, you filth,” Snape said quietly.
He turned to Hermione, who was sitting quietly now, looking at Draco’s unconscious body. Her amber eyes flicked up to his as he approached her. He knelt, and pulled her bra down, then started buttoning her blouse. She put her small hand on his.
“You could do it, Professor,” she said achingly, “You could fuck me. End this for me. Please.”
Snape looked at her, then continued to straighten her out, lowering her skirt. His eyes swept over the patch of chestnut hair before he did. He swallowed.
“No, Miss Granger. You are under the influence of a lust potion,” he said.
“But I want you even without a lust potion, so what difference would it make, Professor?” she asked him, trying to pull him to her. Snape resisted.
“The difference is, Miss Granger, that under the influence of this potion, you would let anyone fuck you. In your normal state, you would only let me. I would rather wait until you wanted only me,” he said, lifting her into his arms. She tried to kiss him, and failing at that, she ran her hands over him, trying to reach the front of his pants. He twisted away and pinned her arms down, cursing Draco.
“I have to get you to the infirmary, Miss Granger. Luckily we have plenty of antidote. Draco gave you an unconscionable amount of potion,” he said gently, carrying her toward the stairs. He stopped by Draco and wandlessly bound him.
“Your father’s going to spend a lot of money keeping you out of Azkaban,” he said to the unconscious wizard, prodding him with his toe. The wizard moaned.
“The Aurors will be here to get you soon,” Snape said, as Hermione suckled on his neck. He pulled her away from him.
“Stop it!” he hissed.
“I can’t,” she whispered back at him, trying to reach his throat again.
Snape sighed and allowed her access as he carried her down the stairs, knowing it would ease her ache to touch him. Her mouth was warm, soft, and maddening. He felt himself swelling, and for a moment was tempted to take her instead to his rooms. But carrying a writhing, suckling, knickerless Hermione through the halls of Hogwarts in full sight of its residents was out of the question. Plus, he meant what he said. He didn’t want her like this. She just…just felt so good.
Snape turned down the corridor and took the shifting stairwells down to the infirmary floor. A student passed them and stopped, looking at the robeless Potions Master and the moaning Hermione curiously.
“What are you looking at?” the Potions Master demanded, giving the boy a black scowl.
“Nothing sir,” the student said, skittering away.
Snape pushed the infirmary door open with his foot and sidled in with the aroused witch.
Hermione looked around.
“Ooh, look. Beds, Professor,” she said, her eyes glowing.
Snape groaned and walked faster.
“Pomfrey!” he bellowed, “I need your assistance!”
He lay Hermione down on a cot, and she pulled him down towards her with amazing strength, locking her lips to his, slipping her tongue into his mouth. He helplessly let her kiss him for a moment, savoring her taste, her ardor and her heat. He heard a throat clear behind him. He broke away from Hermione to find Madam Pomfrey standing there, her arms crossed and her eyebrows furrowed.
“Lust potion,” Snape said lamely, licking his lips and rising from the side of the bed, unlocking Hermione’s arms with effort, “I..I was just helping to ease Miss Granger’s symptoms.”
“So I see,” Pomfrey said stiffly, walking to the witch’s side and leaning over her. She checked Hermione’s eyes.
“She’s been given quite a dose. Do you know who did it?” she asked the Professor.
“Draco Malfoy,” Snape replied, his eyes narrowing.
Pomfrey clucked her tongue.
“Such a handsome young Slytherin. Why would he stoop to something like this?” she asked, loosening the writhing Hermione’s clothing as best she could. The witch was reaching out for the Professor imploringly.
“Obviously his charms were not enough,” the Potions Master growled, his eyes on the young woman he longed for.
“Well he deserves Azkaban for this,” Pomfrey said, placing a cool cloth against Hermione’s brow, “though I doubt he’ll see it. His father will make sure of that.”
Snape said nothing. She was right. Suddenly Hermione lurched up and screamed for the Professor. He looked shocked as she fell back and writhed.
Pomfrey looked at him.
“Professor, you’re going to have to go. The lust potion is in full effect now,” the medi-witch said as she used her wand to put restraints on Hermione’s wrists and ankles, securing her to the cot. “Any male presence will just aggravate her condition. I will apply the antidote, but she has consumed so much potion that it will be a day or so before she recovers.”
The Professor nodded, unable to take his eyes off Hermione, straining against the restraints and calling out to him desperately. She was promising him some very dirty rewards if he would just come to her. He was getting an erection and Pomfrey had turned a deep, deep shade of crimson.
“You’d better go, Professor,” the healer said in a strangled voice. Snape nodded and reluctantly left the witch behind. He was wondering what kind of sick wizard he was. The restraints had turned him on as much as her words and writhing body had. He pulled the bottle out of his pocket. Quite a powerful and expensive potion. But then again, the Malfoys could afford the best. He went to find the Headmaster and inform him of what happened.
Draco would be arrested and taken to the Ministry for holding until his father was contacted. No doubt Malfoy senior would send the best lawyers galleons could buy, and the boy would be home by nightfall. Draco would of course be expelled from Hogwarts, until the trial at least, if there were a trial. Malfoy had powerful connections and would use them to protect his son. Snape doubted he would get more than a slap on the wrist.
At least he hadn’t fucked Miss Granger. That privilege was still his.
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A/N: Ah, Draco was busted. Thank goodness. Now, lemons ahead. Please review.
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