the girl's desire
Title: the girl's desire (four under the cut)
Team: Death Eaters
Challenge: Caught
Characters: Severus/Hermione, Harry Potter
Word Count: 4*100
Rating: PG13 for some allusion and a bit of rude language
A/N: thanks to Corisu for betaing, my drabbles wouldn't be decent enough to post without her
Harry followed his long-time friend Hermione under his invisibility cloak. He was curious to know where she went every other night when she pretended to visit her parents. He knew that she’d been lying to him and the Order when he once tried to contact her there and found only an empty house. Neighbours had told him that the Grangers disappeared months ago.
He kept up with her, thanks to that tracking spell that Tonks taught him, that spell that only Aurors knew. She was in Diagon Alley; she took a turn down Knockturn Alley and went through an archway.
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He managed to slip through the door just behind her and went after her along a corridor. She knocked on a door and let herself in. Once more, Harry barely had time to get into the room before the door was closed. If he wasn’t so curious about why Hermione was meeting Snape in that unsavoury bedroom, he would have let his hatred explode.
“Do you have something new to tell me, Miss Granger?”
She nodded.
“We’ve found that Ravenclaw object that the Dark Lord’s looking for; it’s hidden at Grimmauld Place.”
‘What is the meaning of this?’ Harry thought.
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In his surprise, Harry audibly gasped. The other two looked right at the place where he stood. Shit! He was caught! The next second, his cloak was in Snape’s hands while Hermione watched him, horror struck. Wands were drawn at once and Snape predictably had the upper hand: Harry was hanging upside down in the air.
“Why, good evening, Potter! One would wonder what you’re doing in such a fine establishment.”
He really didn’t know how to answer, torn as he was between fury at the traitor and deep disappointment with his friend. He settled for just glaring at them.
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To tell the truth, Severus didn’t know what to say, either. Potter wasn’t supposed to know about his meetings with Granger at any cost, and to be on the safe side, no one else knew, either. He used the girl’s information to help Potter’s hunt, but what he didn’t want to be public knowledge was his help had conditions; the girl had to bed him.
He should have expected the girl’s desire to meet his own, no bawdy pun intended. She slowly raised her wand to her friend and quietly spoke:
“Obliviate. Stupefy.”
Well, that had been a close call.