The Burning Pen

Confrontations
by Ruth Solomon

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A Quick Lesson by Professor Hannibal Lector

"Psychology...a wooly subject, Miss Granger?" Professor Lecter said to the young witch quietly, his eyes glittering.

"Yes, I believe it is," Hermione said defiantly. They were standing in the main hall, near the dungeon entrance

Professor Snape, who had just exited the Staff Room, was passing by Professor Lecter and Miss Granger on his way to the dungeons and slowed. He had heard what the Professor said to the seventh-year and her reply.

"Well, so you believe," Professor Lecter purred, looking Hermione over, "How about I offer you a profile? A profile of a witch who never believed she belonged. Who was strange, who was lonely, who was an odd duck from the day she was born."

Hermione stared at him. Snape arched an eyebrow.

"A witch who always felt she had to prove herself better than the others, who uses knowledge as a kind of pedestal she can climb upon and look down on others from. She has to feel the best because secretly she fears she is the least. She overachieves, just to be...average. A witch who clutches her pillow every night and cries in the darkness, dries her eyes in the morning and puts on a costume of confidence, a costume full of rips and holes. A witch who moves in the shadow of greatness, basks in the glow of a boy who lived, clutching at the hem of his robes day in and day out. She screams "NOTICE ME!" desperately, afraid no one hears..."

Hermione's lip was trembling now. Professor Lecter's eyes shifted towards the Potions Master and he gave an ugly smirk. They turned back to Hermione.

"A witch who has a dirty little secret that she uses to rub between her legs between her tears in the dark, the name of a professor on her lips...fantasizing about dungeons and masochistic sex..."

"Stop it!" Hermione screamed, clamping her hands over her ears and running for the main stairwell, Professor Lecter staring after her for a moment before he looked at Snape again.

"So much for wooly subjects," he purred, walking past the dark wizard.

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A/N: I had a weird thought about Hannibal Lecter coming to Hogwarts and just had to write a little scene I envisioned. Thanks for reading

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