The Burning Pen

Through the Looking Glass
by Ruth Solomon

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CHAPTER 50

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Chapter 50 ~ Extra Credit

”Aw, come on, Hermione,” Ron said, bouncing on her bed as Harry stood by the doorway, leaning against the sill and frowning at Hermione as she got dressed. She had just exited the shower and was wrapped in a towel. The two wizards being in the room with her had no other effect than aggravating her a bit. Ron was begging her for a tumble.

”I said no, Ron,” she replied, letting her towel drop, her back turned toward the both of them as she slid on a green thong, her plump buttocks in plain view. It was Sunday evening and she was getting ready for her extra credit session with Snape.

Ron drooled and looked over toward Harry, tossing his head at him, trying to get him to say something before Hermione was completely dressed. Harry simply scowled at him and shook his head. He hated begging anyone for anything. Hermione wasn’t going to lead him around by his cock, even if Ron didn’t have enough dignity to back off.

“But why, Hermione? And look at what you’re putting on. It screams, 'shag me.' And I’m more than willing to do it. I miss you,” Ron said as she put on a matching bra. She turned and looked at Harry, whose green eyes drifted over her.

”You’re certainly dressing like you expect to be shagged,” he said shortly, his brow furrowed. “Where are you going?”

Hermione began to put on her traditional uniform. A short green and silver plaid skirt, white blouse, Slytherin tie, plaid green and silver socks and black laced shoes.

”If you must know, I’m doing extra credit with Snape tonight,” she told the both of them.

Ron brightened. Hermione would definitely come back from her meeting with the Transfiguration teacher hot and bothered. Snape wasn’t doing full extra credit these days.

”How long are you going to be with him? Want us to wait for you?” he asked her as she pulled on her black robes and fastened them.

”I don’t know how long I’ll be, Ron. Don’t wait up for me,” she said.

Harry continued to scowl at her. He wasn’t sure what she was up to, but he was positive she wasn’t being completely truthful with them. She was taking a lot of care preparing for an extra credit that wouldn’t be full service.

“You think you’re going to shag Snape, don’t you, Hermione?” Harry asked her suddenly. “Well, he’s a hard case, and I don’t mean that in a good way. He’s resisted everyone so far, and witnessed some pretty hot action. He’s no pushover. You’re going to be disappointed like the rest of us.”

Hermione frowned at him.

”I’m not like the rest of you, Harry Potter,” she said a bit arrogantly, picking up her wand and putting it into her pocket.

”Yeah, you’re so special, Hermione,” Harry hissed witheringly.

He was very angry with the way the witch had been treating him and Ron lately. As if they didn’t matter anymore. The closeness they had was fading, and he didn’t like it at all. It was as if her visit to that alternate universe had rubbed off on her somehow. Changed her.

”What’s that supposed to mean?” she said to him, noticing the sullen way he looked at her.

”You’ve never made me feel like dirt before,” Harry said softly.

”What? What are you talking about?” Hermione asked him.

”How superior you’re acting, Queen Muggle-Born. You don’t want us any longer. If you want to stop shagging us, Hermione, just say so. Stop playing games with us—making us beg for it,” the wizard said, his eyes hard.

Hermione blinked at him, then looked over at Ron, who was staring at her, his blue eyes questioning. It wasn’t that she didn’t want them. She loved Harry and Ron in her way. It was just that she needed closure and couldn’t concentrate on them until she worked out her own problem.

”Listen, you two. Nothing’s changed between us. It’s just that—that since I’ve come back, there’s something on my mind that’s really affecting me. Something you two can’t help me with. I’m trying to work it out now. Once it’s out of my system, things will go back to normal and we’ll shag until the Thestrals come home. Just be patient, all right?”

Ron sighed as Harry continued to look at Hermione intensely.

”What is it you have to work out?” he demanded.

”Now, that’s none of your business,” Hermione snapped at him. “I don’t owe you any explanations, Harry. You’re lucky I told you that much. Either you accept what I’ve said or—or go find yourself another partner. You don’t own me! Neither of you do, and you know that! This is just a consensual arrangement between friends!”

Ron rose, alarmed.

“Calm down, Hermione,” he said to her anxiously. “We’re fine with things. Really. We’re just missing you. Nobody does it like you do—nobody. I can wait, and so can Harry, can’t you, Harry?”

Ron’s voice had a pleading quality as he looked at Harry, who frowned then exited Hermione’s bedroom without saying a word.

Hermione blinked after him.

”He’s such a drama king,” she said to Ron, who shook his head slightly.

”He misses you as much as I do, Hermione. But he can’t bring himself to say it. I’d better go talk to him,” the redhead said, walking past her, hesitating for a moment as if he wanted to kiss her goodbye. But he didn’t.

”I’ll see you later,” Ron said softly. “Have a good time with Snape, if you can.”

”See you, Ron,” Hermione replied, watching him leave.

Then she walked up to the mirror and started applying her make-up. She didn’t have time to worry about Harry’s little temper tantrum. A bit of bouncy-bouncy would lift his spirits eventually. Right now, only the waiting professor mattered.

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Snape sat at his desk, going over Hermione’s checklist and nursing a major hard-on as he looked at all the sexual acts she wanted to indulge in. She even wrote in “wrestling.”

He wondered how good she could wrestle. He knew she could physically defend herself. How realistic would it be? He could hardly wait for the witch to show up. He looked at the clock on the wall. It was six-forty. In twenty minutes, she’d arrive.

The wizard folded up the list and deposited in his desk drawer, warding it securely. Then he stood up and stretched his legs a bit. His robes were noticeably tented and had been for most of the day as his thoughts turned to the Slytherin witch. He could be sacked if it were known that his interest in Miss Granger went further than standard student/teacher interactions. That he saw her as personally desirable and the act of fucking her would be satisfying beyond the credits she would earn.

She had been untouchable, cold, sarcastic and basically a nasty piece of work to him for years. And now, she was coming to his bed, no holds barred. Every lustful thought he’d harbored toward the witch over the years would be worked out of his system finally. But he knew, even before he touched her, that although he might be sated for the night, he would continue to want her. She was just that kind of witch. But he couldn’t let on he felt that way. It was—wrong.

But right or wrong, he planned to show Miss Granger just how good a lover he was, even if he was in role-play mode. He knew she wanted him to be the alternate Snape, but hadn’t given him any details yet. He had a feeling it would be a very hot scenario.

He looked back at the clock again. Only two minutes had passed. It seemed as if time had purposely slowed down to make his waiting even more unbearable. He felt a throb beneath his robes as his cock protested the wait.

”Only a few minutes more,” he breathed.

He walked to the private entrance to his quarters and entered, heading for the ROR. He opened the door to see that it still resembled his ordinary bedroom. No change. Well, he hadn’t expected to see a difference. The role-playing was going to be based on Miss Granger’s desires. He had no idea exactly what was needed to fulfill them. The mystery would be solved when she arrived.

The wizard walked over to his liquor cabinet and made himself a small Firewhiskey to help pass the time. He didn’t have long to wait now.

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Hermione made her way up the dungeon corridor. Supper was over, and all students were supposed to be in their houses. Naturally, she ran into a gleeful Filch as she entered the entrance hall.

”Oh ho! Out and about, Miss Granger!” Filch said with an evil grin. “It’s after curfew. Naughty, naughty.”

Hermione whipped out her pass. Filch snatched it from her and held it close to his craggy face, his rheumy eyes moving from left to right as he read it and scowled. He handed it back to her.

”Going to see Snape, eh? Strange for a Sunday night,” the wizard said.

”Strange or not, that’s where I’m going. Now, if you’ll excuse me,” Hermione sniffed, holding her head high as she walked up the marble staircase. Filch snarled after her, tempted to blast her from behind for her arrogance.

”That witch could use a good caning,” he hissed, hobbling off to see if he could locate any students without permission to be in the castle proper. He needed to work off some stress.

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Snape had the door to his private quarters open and heard the knock on his office door. His heart leapt, but he took a moment to compose himself, then slowly walked into his office, to the door and opened it.

Hermione stood there, looking up at him.

”I’m here for my extra credit, professor,” she announced softly.

The Transfiguration teacher’s black eyes glittered as he looked down at her. He opened the door wider.

”Come in, Miss Granger,” he said softly.

Hermione walked past him, smelling of soap and a touch of jasmine. He sniffed delicately, his nostrils pulsating slightly in appreciation before he closed and warded the door. There’d be no need for an initial Scourgify on the witch. Sometimes he had to do that with his less than hygienic students, both male and female.

Hermione turned to him, her brown eyes washing over him. He looked too wholesome for her fantasy.

”I think there’s going to be some changes in your appearance, professor,” she told him.

Snape nodded somberly. He was aware of that because of the first time Hermione entered his bedroom and he turned into a replica of the Snape from the other universe. He knew what to expect physically. It was the rest of her fantasy he wasn’t sure about.

”The ROR will make any changes you require in order to facilitate your extra credit, Miss Granger,” he replied.

Hermione stared at him for a moment.

”I’ll need to call you by your name. Severus,” she said.

Snape nodded.

”That is acceptable,” he purred.

”And you will call me by my name. Hermione,” she added.

Again, Snape nodded.

”Also acceptable in this situation,” he agreed.

Hermione stood there. For the first time since Snape had known her, she looked rather nervous. It was quite the turn on.

”I think we should get started, Miss—Hermione,” he said softly, approaching her and gently turning her toward his bedroom. Using his wand, he lowered and warded the entrance to his private quarters, placing a Silencing spell around the area as well.

Hermione stared at the door, unmoving. Snape gave her a little push.

”After you, Hermione,” he said silkily, standing close behind her. “You have to enter first so the room can conform to your needs. Go on.”

Hermione looked over her shoulder at him. His eyes glittered down at her, a trait he shared with his counterpart. She felt a little heat at the look in his eyes and walked up to the door, placing her hand on it. She hesitated.

”Go on, witch,” Snape said softly, once again walking forward and standing close behind her.

Hermione took a deep breath, twisted the knob and opened the door.

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