The Burning Pen

Through the Looking Glass
by Ruth Solomon

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CHAPTER 15

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Chapter 15 ~ Treatment

Potions mistress Minerva McGonagall was lounging in front of the fireplace. She was dressed in a sheer black nightgown and matching knickers. The witch was enjoying an aftersex Firewhiskey, having just sent her last extra credit student back to Ravenclaw, a very talented young seventh-year with black hair, blue eyes and a lot of ardor for making a better mark. He’d earned one hundred points on his next grade, and he really worked for it.

There was a knock on her office door.

”Oh, who is it now?” she griped, frowning and quickly downing her drink. She stood up and put on a black robe then glided to the far wall, opening it and entering her office, wand drawn. If it were a student, he or she could count on a hexing at least.

Minerva yanked the door open and saw Snape standing there with a pained look in his eyes.

”Severus? What the hell do you want at this hour?” Minerva said to him with a scowl.

”I . . . I need some healing potion, Minerva,” he told her.

The witch immediately became interested.

”Why, what happened to you? Did it involve Miss Granger? One of my students informed me she was with you for three hours. So you finally managed to fuck one of my Slytherins. Well, technically she doesn’t count, since she’s really a . . . bleeding heart Gryffindor. Anyway, is your cock sore from all the activity?” she rattled on, opening the door and letting him in.

”It has nothing to do with my cock, Minerva. I was caned,” he responded.

Minerva looked shocked and delighted.

”She caned you? Maybe she does belong in Slytherin,” Minerva grinned.

Slowly, Severus moved into her office. He couldn’t take a seat. His ass felt as if it were on fire.

”It wasn’t Miss Granger, it was Filch,” he replied, gripping her desk and leaning on it.

Both of Minerva’s eyebrows rose.

”I know you go both ways, Severus, but really . . . Filch? What, does he give good head or something? He has a few gaps in his teeth . . . I guess gum action isn’t half . . .”

”NO! It wasn’t sexual. I took a caning in Miss Granger’s place. Now, please . . . the healing potion?”

Minerva blinked at him, then started laughing.

”Gryffindors are bloody masochists as well as idiots. Why in the world would you take a caning for that witch, Severus? Are you insane?” Minerva asked him.

”Someone hexed her when she was returning to Slytherin house after her session with me, and Filch found her. He was going to punish her . . . and you know she’s not used to such treatment, Minerva . .. “

Minerva shook her head unsympathetically.

”And you are?” she asked him pointedly.

”No, but I couldn’t let her suffer like that,” he responded.

Minerva looked as if she were going to throw up.

”I really don’t see how you survive this school, Severus. When are you going to see you can’t save the entire world? You should have let her take the caning. It’s going to be all over the school tomorrow. Filch is going to sing caning you from the rafters. Everyone will know, and it’s only going to add to your cupcake image. What’s worse, is you crossed House lines. Miss Granger isn’t even your charge.”

”But she should be, Minerva, you know that. Despite who her counterpart in this world is, this Hermione Granger is a Gryffindor and should be in Gryffindor house,” he said firmly.

Minerva shrugged.

”Take it up with Tom. Personally, I don’t like her in Slytherin, because she lowers the wickedness curve. Someone’s going to send her to Poppy anyway, and when they do, I won’t be rescuing her. Shagging you has sullied Slytherin house. You know my Slytherins don’t engage you. Miss Granger broke an unwritten rule going to you for extra credit and blemished the entire house of Slytherin.”

”I’m considered a blemish?” Snape said to Minerva, still grimacing.

”Actually, more of a smear,” the witch said with a nasty smirk, then walked past him, slapping him on his ass and making him curse as she headed down the short corridor.

”Come along and let me treat you. I hope at least you have a nice bottom,” Minerva said billowing down to the potions stores.

Snape hobbled after her. Yes, he had a nice bottom . . . nice and striped.

After making a few comments about him now belonging in Tiger house, Minerva treated the angry red welts on his ass then sent him on his way.

”Filch really laid it on him,” the witch thought as she returned to her private quarters. “I haven’t seen him use the thick cane on anyone in years.”

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A scowling Hermione Granger sat in her private room in Gryffindor tower, staring at the Mirror of Erised standing against the far wall.

”Where the hell is she? I know she has to be in Slytherin by now,” the witch griped, staring at her own reflection. She was wearing one of Hermione’s long, unattractive, white cotton gowns, thinking the witch would be wearing one of her sexy gowns. She idly wondered if Harry and Ron had fucked her.

Probably not. The witch was such a goodie-two-shoes here, and Harry and Ron appeared to be just as nauseatingly good, that she doubted her counterpart became part of a meat sandwich. Her Harry and Ron could be a bit much when they got started. Both of them were freaks, mostly thanks to her.

If Hermione appeared in the mirror, Slytherin Hermione would have no problem hopping through. She missed her Hogwarts. Professor Snape was a fun distraction, but the only fun thing there was and she couldn’t engage him twenty-four seven. And her housemates . . . dear gods. They did NOTHING remotely fun or wicked. It was like being in the middle of a movie about pod people. They looked all right, but were all wrong.

She stared at the mirror. Something was very, very wrong here. She just couldn’t put her finger on it. Maybe with some thought she’d figure it out.

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Severus Snape stood quietly off to the side, listening to his Slytherins argue among themselves. Draco had called a meeting to introduce the idea of Hermione coming to Slytherin house. To say his housemates were less than enthusiastic was an understatement.

”I don’t want that Mudblood in our house, “ Blaise Zabini, a tall black wizard with slanted eyes and high cheekbones growled. “I can’t stand her.”

The rest of the Slytherins muttered agreement.

“This Granger isn’t that one,” Draco replied. “This one’s a real Slytherin. You should have seen her blast Crabbe and Goyle. She didn’t hesitate one second. You know our Granger is soft and weak. Not this one. And we have that Dueling competition coming up. I don’t think there’s anyone faster in the school. We could use the points.”

”What, you want us to take her in just because she’s fast with a wand, Draco?” Pansy hissed at him. She didn’t want Granger in Slytherin because she knew Draco had a crush on her, although he wouldn’t admit it in a million years.

”Well, that’s a reason . . . and just think . . . if she were here, then we could do all kinds of nasty little hexes on her. What goes on in Slytherin stays in Slytherin,” he said to them.

This made all the Slytherins stop and consider. Granger had a lot of enemies in that house just because of who she was. Envy played a large part in it.

”She’d run right to Dumbledore. You know she’s his pet,” Blaise said, frowning.

”That’s the other Granger. I’m telling you . . . this one’s different. She doesn’t even talk to the Gryffindors. Watch her tomorrow at meals. You’ll see it for yourself. She even cold shoulders Potter and Weasley. Despite how she looks, she belongs with us. In her world, she’s a Slytherin and she has Slytherin ways. We can’t let her soak up all that Gryffindorness. It’s . . . it’s just cruel.”

This was met with snorts of derision.

”And we care because?” Pansy said.

”Listen you dolts,” Draco said, angry now, “it’s worth it because it would piss off Gryffindor house to no end to know we had Granger. She makes a lot of points for them with her marks, not to mention she’s supposed to be Harry’s best friend. Oh, they’d be furious if we took her. The entire house. And what if she starts hexing them once she’s here? Oh, that would be too rich. I bet she’d do it too.”

The idea of pissing of Gryffindor house appealed to all the Slytherins.

”But . . . what if she gets cheeky?” Blaise said with a frown, his dark eyes shifting to professor Snape.

”She will not get any preferential treatment from me, Mr. Zabini,” the dark wizard purred. “You will settle your differences among yourselves as you always do. I’ll only get involved if any ‘settling’ requires intervention with Poppy.”

Blaise gave him a dark grin and turned to Draco. He was going to blast Granger off her feet the first night she entered the Common Room.

“All right, Draco. I’m willing, but I still want to see how she acts tomorrow. If she’s the way you say she is, then she can come here . . . if she wants to,” the wizard said.

Once Blaise caved, everyone else followed suit, and the consensus was Hermione Granger could stay in Slytherin house if she were allowed to stay by the Headmaster.

Snape left the Common Room, thinking his Slytherins were going to be in for quite a surprise when they met “Miss Granger.” No doubt hexes would fly, but he had a feeling the majority of the hexes would come from the witch’s wand tip. He’d have to make it clear to her she couldn’t just randomly damage his charges, just enough hexing to let them know she meant business.

He frowned slightly as he entered his quarters. It was easy to see Draco had other designs on the witch. Possibly, he hoped to shag her. But Draco was a Pureblood and the witch expressed nothing but contempt for “the inbreds” as she referred to them sometimes. Voldemort would find her very interesting for about five minutes if he knew about her. He’d really want to kill this proud version of the witch.

But then again, the wizard might find her brutal version of the universe very interesting, especially with his counterpart being Head of Hogwarts and Albus Dumbledore championing Pureblood rights.

Hm. Maybe Snape could use this information to his advantage. He hadn’t had anything interesting to tell the Dark Lord in some time, and had the stripes to prove it. He’d give it some thought.

The wizard stripped down and got into bed, crossing his arms behind his head and looking up at the ceiling. Miss Granger certainly was an uninhibited witch. Could she take a liking to Draco or her other housemates because they were dark like her? She might be able to get past their being Purebloods if they acted proper Slytherins. He frowned.

As much as Snape understood her sexual nature in theory, he wasn’t a product of her world, but of this one, and as such, had a covetous nature. He didn’t want her engaging other wizards. Witches? Well, he might be able to deal with that . . . even be willing to watch or join in . . . but wizards? No. He wasn’t a man to share.

Maybe he could put a few added conditions on her coming to Slytherin house. Such as not engaging any of her male housemates. Yes, that was an idea . . . but would she honor it? Hm. He could make her take an oath. She was old enough for one to take hold.

He needed to talk to her before he talked to Dumbledore about changing her house.

Hopefully, he’d be able to lock the witch down.

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Snape talked to Hermione very early the next morning and it didn’t go well at all.

”I will get you into Slytherin under the condition that you won’t engage any wizard but me,” the Potions master told her, his arms folded as they stood in his office. He had retrieved her early from Gryffindor tower, knowing she set out very early because of her conditioning. He talked her into coming back to his office, saying it concerned her house status.

”What? I’m not going to agree to that, unlikely as it is I’d want to fuck some Pureblood,” Hermione snapped back at him. “It’s the principle of the thing. You’re not going to control me. I’ll stay in Gryffindor first, and our little sessions will be out the turret windows. You can go back to wanking, or screwing prostitutes, or whatever it is you do to get off. You’re not the boss of me.”

Snape stared at her, surprised at her response. But then again, this wasn’t the Gryffindor Hermione Granger. This Miss Granger knew her worth as far as he was concerned.

Snape studied her. He didn’t want to get cut off. He hadn’t even fucked the witch yet . . . but oh . . . when he did . . .

”If I do this, I expect sex from you,” Snape said softly and calmly. “Full penetration for as long as I can last. That includes buggering you.”

Hermione shrugged.

”If you can get me out of the Cult of the Mindless Goody-Goodies, I’m willing to fuck, suck or whatever, Professor. Just don’t try to control me, that’s all I ask. We can have something good as long as I’m here,” she told him candidly. “But don’t get clingy. I don’t do ‘clingy.’”

Snape had to agree to her terms if he wanted access to her. It kind of stuck in his craw that he was being so blatantly manipulated, but Miss Hermione Granger was the best thing that had come into his life in a long, long time. He didn’t want it to end now. Besides, it would be torture to see her and not be able to engage her. He was hooked and knew it. He wanted all he could get from the witch before she returned to her own world.

Hermione left Snape’s office, just as Draco, Blaise and a few other Slytherins were walking up the hall on their way to breakfast.

”There’s Granger,” Blaise hissed, “Alone.”

Draco nodded. “That’s her all right. Our Granger would have had an escort. Potter or Weasley would have been down here with her. Snape must have talked to her.”

”Well, I’m going to see what she’s made of,” Blaise growled.

”Go ahead,” Draco said, thinking Blaise might not like what he found out.

The wizard picked up his pace, walking up until he was beside Hermione.

”What are you doing in the dungeons alone, Mudblood?” the wizard hissed at her.

Hermione looked at him sideways.

”Get away from me, you inbred git,” she replied calmly.

Blaise swelled up in indignation.

”What did you call me, you bitch?” he snarled at her, drawing his wand.

But he was too slow. Hermione already had her wand out and blasted him, sending him flying into the wall and knocking him unconscious as the other Slytherins stared at her. Damn, she was fast.

Blaise slid down the wall in a crumpled heap. Hermione walked up to him, pointed her wand at his forehead and wrote the word “Bloodbum” on it in white so it would stand out. It would fade in a few hours but he wouldn’t be able to remove it without going through great pain.

”I called you ‘inbred,’ you piece of trash,” the witch said to him calmly, then looked down the hall at the other Slytherins, her brown eyes narrowed.

”Any of you want to defend this asshole’s honor?” she asked them.

No one replied as they looked at her wide-eyed. She straightened, then cast a repelling spell around herself.

”I didn’t think so. You’re Slytherins all right,” she said with a slight smile, then turned and headed up the dungeon hall as if everything was right with the world.

Blaise’s housemates walked up to him, studying the word on his forehead.

”What’s a BloodBum?” Pansy asked.

”It’s an insult. The equivalent of calling a Muggle-born a Mudblood, except it applies to Purebloods. In her world we’re looked down on for having two magical parents. It’s like incest,” he informed his housemates, who murmured in disbelief.

”She really believes she’s better than we are?” a third year asked.

”As much as we believe we’re better than she is, “Draco replied before Ennevating Blaise.

The wizard was furious.

”She hexed me!” he cried out.

Draco nodded.

”That’s not all she did,” the blonde wizard said as Pansy handed Blaise her compact. Blaise looked in it and scowled.

”BloodBum? What’s that mean?” he asked, frowning at the writing. His face grew blacker when Draco told him, and he tried to Scourgify it off.

“Arrrgh!” he screamed.

Damn that hurt.

”I can’t get it off,” Blaise said angrily, wiping at it with his hand. Even that hurt.

A fellow black witch tried covering the words up with the foundation she carried. It worked for about ten seconds, then bled through. Blaise cursed.

”I’m going to Madam Pomfrey. I’m not walking around like this,” he announced, storming off.

The rest of the Slytherins headed for breakfast, rather subdued.

Draco was right. This Hermione Granger was very different than the one they knew. And by her reaction to Blaise, she definitely belonged in Slytherin.

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