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| The Diary - Chapter 8 |
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Two months after the end of Christmas break, Harry, Ron and Hermione were talking at breakfast. “At least we don’t have Potions today. If I hear one more ’15 points from Gryffindor’ this week, I am going to scream.” Feeling the stress of the N.E.W.T.s at the end of the year, Snape’s incessant harassment was becoming all most too much for Hermione to handle. Ron smiled. “Yeah, he has been sort of tough on you – ever since Christmas. It sounds like he’s just pissed that you saw that it is possible to be a Potions Master, and not be a complete git.” He paused. “Er, uh, sorry Hermione. You know what I mean.” She nodded, and turned back to her breakfast, not noticing the owl headed towards them. It wasn’t Hedwig, and it wasn’t Pigwidgeon, so Harry and Ron knew that it couldn’t be for them. Still, Harry had to grab the letter, because Hermione was still engrossed in her breakfast. “Here, Herm. It’s for you. Look. It’s from the Hogwarts Scholarship and Continuing Education Fund Foundation. I bet it’s your scholarship,” Harry added, excitedly, handing the gold embossed letter to Hermione. She looked at it, afraid to open it. She looked at Ron, and Harry, and then back at the letter. Her voice was very quiet. “What – what if I don’t get the scholarship. Then what’ll I do?” Harry reached over and patted her hand. “Look, Hermione,” using her full name for emphasis, “If you don’t get the scholarship – although I doubt that that is very likely – if you don’t get the scholarship, I can, uh, look, just open the letter. If it’s bad news, we’ll figure out a different plan. Just open it. It’ll be fine. How could you not get the scholarship? Who else would they give it to?” Watching Hermione hesitate, Harry spoke again, “Look, if you want, I can open the letter, and read it to you.” Hermione nodded, afraid to move, afraid to breath, knowing that her entire future was riding on this letter. Harry took the letter, and carefully opened the seal, while Ron and Hermione held their breath. Harry unfolded the letter, and his two close friends could see the gilt of the letters reflecting on his face. He broke into a grin as he started to read, “’It is with great pleasure that I award-“ Hermione pulled the letter out of his hand, as Ron and Harry hugged her. “Congratulations!” Several of the other Gryffindors sitting around them shouted their congratulations to Hermione, as she sat, still staring at the letter, a smile on her face. **** “Another Friday, another Scotch,” Snape thought, morosely. He had heard the news of Miss Granger – not a surprise, as he knew that Albus had planned on giving her the money. It was definite now – she had owled Seerstram with her official acceptance earlier in the afternoon. He sighed. He had been hard on her. He knew that. He told himself that he wanted her to be prepared for her apprenticeship. But he knew that wasn’t just it. All of her speculation about the type of man he was, coupled with the images of her naked, taking him, begging him, and pleasuring him in her diary were frustrating him. Of course, he couldn’t say anything, because it would give away the fact that he was able to read her diary. So he took it out on her in class. **** Spring progressed, and Hermione only had occasional dreams about Snape, although she had to say that she actually enjoyed the last dream, and not just in a physical sense. It was a funny dream. Snape was tied to a bed – it actually looked like my bed, but it was in the dungeons. He couldn’t move, and yet I was free to go wherever I wanted. (Hmm. Now that I think about it, maybe that’s symbolic… He’s locked in that prison that he’s made for himself, and I’m free to head to Norway!!!) He was completely naked, and could not move. I took advantage of the situation, teasing him, listening to him moan, and then listening and the moans turned to begging. I started just with my mouth, licking, teasing, nibbling, starting at his neck, feeling his body writhe, hearing the moans escape his lips as I worked my way lower, across his chest, teasing each nipple in turn, before slowly moving lower. I reached his cock, and it was hard and full, wanting to be sucked. Instead, I teased him with my tongue, barely touching the tip before backing away, or before blowing lightly. I could see him trying to thrust his hips upward, but he couldn’t move very freely, and I could. He began to beg, and then threaten me with house points. When I was sure that he was at his limit, I undressed, and straddled him, slowly, very slowly lowering myself on to him, hearing him groan as I took his cock and rode him mercilessly, until I could feel my muscles clenching him, and the heat in me exploded. I woke up then, thinking that I should leave him tied to the bed! (Except that it would result in even more points from Gryffindor! “Miss Granger, 500 points from Gryffindor for leaved me tied naked to my bed.” Teehee!) If you like this, please leave me a note or sign the guestbook. Older Entries | |||
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