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Hermione had a secret, only she couldn’t remember what it was. As she
climbed the stairs to Gryfyndor Tower after a large supper, she focused drowsily
on this vague thought, something kept nagging at the back of her mind. She had
a secret. She had to keep the secret hidden. But how could she possibly keep a
secret that she couldn’t remember? Why was this bothering her, she wondered.
How could she remember?
“What’s wrong?” Asked Harry walking beside her. “You haven’t said a thing
all day.”
Ron sniggered ,”Yeah Hermione, are you sure your not sick or something.”
Hermione of course, ignored her red-haired friend’s rude remark. “I’m
trying to remember something is all.” She said. “I keep thinking there is
something very important that I’ve forgotten.”
Harry nodded sympathetically as they reached the portal. “Password
please?” The Fat Lady inquired.
“Dirty Secret” Harry and Ron said together, laughing at their jinx.
Hermione followed them through the portal without acknowledging them and kept
muttering herself as she went up the stairs to the girl’s dormitory.
“What’s eating her?” said Ron as Harry set up the Wizard’s chess set,
chasing errant knights and pawns who didn’t feel much like playing today. “Who
knows.” Harry answered. “Girls.” As if that answered any question asked of a
female, and with that the two boys went to playing.
Hermione however, was still racking her brain as she dressed for bed. The
other girls crawled into there plush bed clothes and soon promptly everyone was
asleep, except Hermione. Almost on its own, her hand drifted down her stomach
to the warmth of her crotch, gently massaging herself, as she had done quietly
in the dark on many nights. She noticed a raw sensation that she hadn’t noticed
before and pulled up her nightgown slowly to inspect the area better. In the
dark she probed her pubic region gingerly noticing it felt sore and chapped.
“What’s going on?” She thought to herself.
Warning bells were ringing in the back of her mind, and she sat up in bed,
her girlish brow furrowed with thought. “When I got up this morning I was
fine.” She thought, “I had breakfast, went to Charms, Arithmancy, had lunch,
then I went to Snape’s Class....”
Something there bothered her. Snape. She shuttered. Snape would make
anyone shutter, he was a vile, dark man who seemed to be scheming every waking
moment of his life. But this shiver was different. Something deeper.
Suddenly Hermione remembered her diary. After the “Tom Riddle’s Diary”
incident, Hermione had been left petrified for some time, and after being
restored by Dumbledore’s tireless efforts, Hermione had endeavored to catch up
on the school work she had missed, although Dumbledore had given her an official
absolution for that school work she had missed while being frozen, Hermione just
couldn’t let it go.
The evil diary had actually given Hermione an idea however. She had read
of an intricate spell that would change a normal book into a “Wizard’s Tome”,
which was exactly like any other book, except that it could automatically take
down notes as one spoke to it. This of course would be a great help to her as
she endeavored to finish up the school year studies, and catch up on everything
that she had missed.
After a week of diligent work, Hermione had her “Wizard’s Tome” or her
Secret Diary as she thought of it. She loved the Diary, and she not only used
it for studying and taking notes, but often she would whisper to it her deepest
desires, her crush on Harry, her strange sexual dream regarding Gilderoy
Lockhart and a flying broom, and her guilty fascination with members of her own
sex.
She now took the Diary from behind her pillow and opened it, and then she
risked lighting her wand. “Lumos” She whispered almost inaudibly, and she
winced at the light as she hid under the covers. The pages of the diary of
course were all blank. Very quietly she whispered to the pages of the book,
like a lover’s ear, “Manifesto manifestus” Words suddenly appeared across the
page. Hermione flipped through the book until she found today’s entry. She
read silently,

Dear Diary, this morning was very typical and nothing of any interest
happened.
I have become aware however that I may never develop breasts. My mother’s
are simply ponderous, and yet, I have as of yet to develop nubs! I’ll be flat
as
a board forever it seems.

This was, Hermione thought to herself, woefully typical of the kind of
entries she made these days as she with burdening adulthood and her place in the
world. She skipped on...

Why do I feel it is necessary to stare at Harry’s eyes constantly? I wonder if
he’s ever caught me staring at them? If he has he’s never mentioned it. If he
only knew how I felt about him! Alas, he cares for little more than that damn
quidditch game these days. He’ll never notice me. Me and my minuscule titties.
I caught Neville trying to see up my robe in flying practice. Little bugger.
He’s pitiful in a way, and I would feel sorry for him, but he shouldn’t be
trying to sneak a look at my knickers. They are for Harry, and perhaps
Lockhart. I know it turned out that Professor, sorry ex-professor Lockhart was
a real bastard, but he’s still dreamy.

Hermione rolled her eyes at her own infantile infatuations and meandering
narrative. Something below however caught her eye...

Professor Snape has called me into his office after class for some reason. I
don’t understand why, it’s not my fault that I know all the answers to his
questions. He could have the decency to call on me just occasionally. Instead
he practically gives the answers to that little prick Malfoy...

Hermione stopped reading and thought hard. She had no recollection of ever
going to Snape’s office. Befuddled she continued to read.

I’m going to leave you in note taking mode diary, so that anything he tells me
in his office, I can report if I need to. Oh no, I hope I didn’t make another
‘A-’ on my
potions exam last Friday....

I wish you could write down everything, and not just what is being said. I’ll
have to work on that charm this summer.

Well here we are... I wish Harry and Ron had been able to come... I’m knocking
now.

“Come in Miss Granger”

Hermione assumed that the quotations were Professor Snape. What was going
on here? Why didn’t she remember any of this. Had one of Lockhart’s forgetting
spells run amuck and strike her sometime this afternoon?

Y..yes Professor?

“Shut the door Miss Granger, unlike Muggles who waste heat, I do not allow
myself
the same luxury...”

Ooops, sorry. Is that better?

“Yes. put your books down over there, you won’t be needing them at the moment.
Sit down please Miss Granger, and kindly keep the prattle to a minimum.”

Sorry...I mean, yes Professor.

“Do you have any idea why I have called you into my office Miss Granger?”

No...is it about my test? Did I....?

“Your Chapter Seventeen Potion Exam will be handed back to you tomorrow Miss
Granger. Not to worry. You received a ‘B’ if I recall...”

A ‘B’!

Hermione was shocked to read this. She had never made a ‘B’ in her life.
She felt woozy, perhaps the shock on having received a ‘B’ had given her
temporary amnesia.

“Yes. I agree, I was being terribly generous...”

I’ve never made a ‘B’ in my life. I mean... what did I do..?

“Your thesis was three scrolls too long, Miss Granger. I asked for two scrolls.
Two. Do not interrupt Miss Granger. Two. You turned in five scrolls Granger!
I assume you know how to count, Granger? Whatever Muggle school you attended
before blessing us with your inimitable presence assuredly taught you elementary
mathematics? You must learn to follow directions and to be concise.”

Bu...But...

Hermione blinked away tears as she read this. This couldn’t be happening.
How could this be happening. A ‘B’? She would never get into the Ministry of
Magic’s research division now.

“Please Miss Granger, I asked you kindly not to interrupt. Now, I have decided
however against my better judgment to give you the opportunity to bring up your
grade on the exam... by performing some extra credit.”

I’ll do anything, Professor Snape, really.

“Of that, my dear little girl, I have no doubt.”

Why are you locking the door Prof....

“In your thesis on Comparing and Contrasting Interchanging Potions and Charms ,
on scroll number four, you state that you have serious doubts
that a Stygian Potion of Memory Theft, could possibly equal in effectiveness
and I quote, ‘The simple elegance of a memory spell, such as the one Professor
Lockhart used..”

I’m sure I meant...

“I know precisely what you meant, Miss Granger. Do you really believe that a
charm is as effective as an elixir, even one prepared by an expert in the Dark
Arts?”

I... I...

“I will give you the opportunity to test your theory, like a true ... oh how do
you call it... a true Scientitician...”

Sci..scientist...

Hermione flinched as she read where she had corrected the school master.
He definitely had not liked that she was sure.

“Drink this.”

What is it?

“Do you want to receive your extra-credit, or should I review my overly generous
grading of your pedantic essay again, Miss Granger?”

“Good, no... drink it all. That’s it. Now to answer your question Miss
Granger, that is not as I am sure you will assume, a Stygian Potion. That will
come later. This is something far more delicate and far rarer still than that
rudimentary drought. This is a special concoction I have whipped up for this
very occasion. It contains particular unusual ingredients that I have collected
over the many years laboring at this school, that when mixed and brewed properly
will cause the drinker’s will power to diminish, utterly, for a relatively brief
amount of time... but I think you will discover, long enough.”

Hermione was frightened now. She thought of slamming the book shut and not
reading any further, but she couldn’t force herself to do it. She kept
reading, the words continued to flow as her close hot breath became shorter
under the bed sheets.

W...why?

“To prove a point. No Miss Granger, sit down. That’s right. It works very
quickly doesn’t it?”

I c..can’t get up.

“Of course you can’t, you silly girl. The inhibitors in the devilwood emulsion
rob the mind of the ability to disobey direct orders. It is amazing really, a
complex concoction of chemicals that produce an overpowering susceptibility to
suggestion, without rendering the ... victim... of their senses or awareness.
So called hypnotism is...”

What are you doing?

“I’m caressing your face, Miss Granger. Or have I rendered you senseless after
all?”

Why?

“It is a lovely face, all things considered. Undeveloped, no doubt like the
rest of you,
in several years you could blossom into quite an attractive lady...”

Why are you doing this???

“Stop crying. And don’t even bother to yell either, although I really don’t
mind at all. It could make this much more exciting. The room is sound proofed
by a Echo-Charm Damper. Oh yes, I use charms and spells occasionally, although
they rarely have the kind of subtly and craftsmanship of potions....

Mmmmmmmmmphhhhhh.... Stop!

“You don’t like my kisses Miss Granger? Or shall I call you Hermione now, that
you are
to be my secret love slave? Oh if you could only see your lovely little face
now...

Why?

“Why, why, why? Your becoming as tedious as a broken disk Hermione.”

Record, broken record Hermione automatically corrected as she read.

Record.

“Don’t correct me my dear. It infuriates me. And frankly no one likes a
know-it-all.”

Stop. Don’t. Please... where.. what are you doing?

“I’m removing this pesky robe, my dear I would have thought that was obvious as
well. Well, what do you think? I assume you have never seen a full grown man,
naked before?”

N..no.

“Of course not. Perhaps you’ve tried those first clumsy adolescent gropings
with Potter then?”

No...

“Good. Then you will have no bad habits as I teach you to make love to a man.
You see Hermione, despite what you little urchins might believe, I am not
inhuman. I require all things that humans do, food, drink, shelter, and yes...
companionship. Although my methods may differ from those of the common man...”

What are you going to do?

“Well first, its not what I’m going to do, its what you are going to do...get
down on your knees. That’s it, good girl. Now, gently take my cock in your
hand...”

Ohhhhh....

“No complaints. Its no wonder you don’t have a boyfriend... or do you prefer
the ladies Miss Granger? Ahhhh.... yes, stroke it... just like that... answer
the question, have you ever thought about a girl before, sexually? Answer and
be truthful...”

yes

“Ahhh, I though so. Mmmmmmmm, Now put your mouth over it... gently, gently,
open wider, good.... now lips together teeth apart Hermione. mmmmmmm...
excellent. Now suck.”

Hermione’s face was flushed red beneath her sheets. Still, no tears had
come as she had read these passages. Her heart was racing, her blood was raging
in her ears, her breathing quick and excited. She was getting very turned on by
this. But try as she might, she couldn’t remember a thing...

“Your an excellent little cock sucker, aren’t you? Yes, you are my little
whore. mmmmmmmm, yes suck my cock you little bitch-slut-mudblood. Now answer
me this... which little slut at this school have you been fantasizing about?”

mmmemmphhyy

“Remove my cock from your mouth before speaking....”

Ginny...

“Weasley? You’ve actually had sexual fantasies about that scrawny little bitch?
Really Hermione she’s only eleven years old. Hah hah hah hah hah! Now get back
to work on my cock. I plan on cumming down that little throat of yours......
mmmmmmmmmm its... very hard to believe you’ve never done this before. Well, no
matter, you’ll be doing it allot now... oh yes....... yes....... suck it you
little whore! Suck down my cock... deeper... Deeper! Yes! Suck it down!
...... ahhhhhhhhh... ahhhhhhhhhh.... here it comes.... here it comes you
little fucking cocksucking whore! Take it all, yes... no... NO! Swallow it!
Every last bit! Yes. Swallow it all down! Now... lick it clean! Yes, lick it
clean little girl... that is what you are good for...

Hermione’s nether regions were burning now. She put her hands on her
crotch as she continued to read about Snape’s unbridled rape of herself. But to
her great surprise, she was immensely turned on. She stroked her slit gently as
she read, she was quite wet now, her panties were soaked.....

“Very good Hermione. Very good. Now, that wasn’t so bad was it? Answer me.”

I don’t like the taste...

“Oh you’ll get used to that my dear. You’ll be a cock sucking pro soon enough.”

I... I don’t want to suck cock...

“Please my dear, tell me the truth, did you not find any of that pleasurable?”

Yes. A little.

“You see? I will teach you much more than that. Now disrobe. Completely...”

Hermione teased her clit as she read that she had stripped for Professor
Snape. She licked her fingers and gently pushed them into her sore pussy. Her
desire was now over powering, she didn’t care if the rest of the girls heard
her... her pussy felt so good.

“Oh you do have an exquisite body little girl. Undeveloped to be sure, but
there are certain appeals to that too. I’ve had younger, much younger in fact.
Boys and girls. Does that shock you.”

No.

“Hah hah hah... still defiant Granger? Good! I’ll use all that and more.
Mmmmmmmm, your young flesh is so smooth. Spotless. Flawless, and you have
quite a cute little ass... bend over for me...”

What are you...?

“No more questions. Ahhhhh......yes. The smell is intoxicating. Lie down on
my desk. Good girl. No, on your back! Good. Now spread the open. Your legs.
Wider. Wider! Yes. Now play with your pussy for me.

Mmmmmmmmm....

“Ahhhh, you like that don’t you? Yes, you see, I’ll turn you into the biggest,
fucking cock sucking whore in the school. I’ve trained many little girls and
boys like you Hermione. And I’ll train many more after you. But you... you
could be special.”

Special?

“Yes. You have potential. I certain spark of darkness. I can sense it in
people, smell it... taste it....”

Oh! Ohhhhhh! Mmmmmmmm. MmmmmmmmmmmmmmHhhhphhhh.

“You like that don’t you? Yes, your sweet nearly hairless undeveloped cunt is
delicious... stick your finger into it and lick it and you’ll see... yes.... do
you like it?”

yes

“Ahhhh, your a little whore, I knew it! My little whore! Now, over on your
knees, good! Good, now this is going to hurt..

Agggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

“See, I won’t lie to you.... ahhhhhhhhhh, God you have such a tight...
little.... cunt! Yes!”

It hurts!

“Yes it does! I told you it would. It will continue to hurt... your
undeveloped tight little cunt is not ready for my adult cock. Nevertheless, I
will fuck it dry...!”

STOP!

“Ah yes! Yell for me bitch! Scream! Scream for me!”

PLEEEEAASEE STOP! SSSSTOOOOOOOOOOP!!!!!

“Fucking little cunt! Fucking little mudblood! Yes! Squirm for me! Squirm
you little bitch! YES! GOD I CAN”T HOLD BACK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!
FUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKK!!!!!”

Hermione now had three fingers in her cunt as she read these last lines...
her cunt hurt, but in a way that felt good, real good. She pinched her nipple
with her other hand as she bit her lip. Her slippery cunt making sloppy wet
sounds. She lied back, humping her hand for all it was worth, she tried to hold
back her little grunts... she thought about Snape’s evil cock raping her cunt.
Tears explode out of her eyes as she came and came hard. Wave after wave of
heat upon heat bursting from her pussy to her head and back again. After the
fifth orgasm, Hermione collapsed, panting like a dog in heat. Her head
swimming, unable to think, gradually, slowly Hermione raised her head and
listened. No one was awake... or if they were they were being very quiet.
Hermione slipped back under the covers and opened the book, and continued
to read.

“Damn. Damn that was good. That was so good my little, lost little girl. You
have earned an ‘A’... no... an ‘A+’

Hermione couldn’t help but being pleased upon reading this...

“Hermione I promise you much greater pleasures than this. Far deeper, richer
vistas of untold pleasure. You will become my star pupil, my lover, and my
slave. Get up now. Get dressed. Make yourself look presentable. Please,
hurry it up Granger, I don’t have all century...”

What now?

“Now, I could simply give you a suggestion to forget this entire episode. I
will do that, but I will also give you this Stygian Potion to enhance the power
of my command. Drink it now. Good, every last drop. Now you will forget this
entire episode in my office... you will remember something convenient, anything
at all. Nothing will help you remember, nothing will help you recall this
incident. You will return here again tomorrow for your next lesson. Good,
excellent. You almost look good enough to eat.”

What is tomorrow’s lesson Professor?

“Tomorrow my dear, we will study the wonderful world of anal sex. Bring a spare
change of clothing.”

Hermione closed the book and smiled. She didn’t remember any of it. No
doubt tomorrow she would forget as well, and the day after. She was helpless,
completely and totally helpless before Snape’s power. She was his pupil, his
lover, his slave. But Hermione thought as she smiled in the night, Hermione
had a secret. And tomorrow Hermione would take that secret with her once again
into Snape’s office, and record everything. She had Snape as assuredly as he
held her.
She fell asleep thinking about what she might wear, and had hot sordid
dreams of a tall, dark man, with a long snake-like cock who called her ‘Slave’.