The Tale of Two Enemies

Chapter Four

How would she ever face potions class again?

Hermione closed her eyes as she lay in her bed, dreading what tomorrow would hold in store.

Perhaps everything would be normal?

Maybe Snape would act as though nothing had happened?

Hermione covered her face, wanting nothing more in that moment than letting out a frustrated cry.

How could she have been so stupid?

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Hermione craved time alone as she sat by herself in the library.

At least from her current vantage point, she could gaze out the window and fantasize about freedom.

That was, instead of facing her looming reality of having afternoon potions class to dread.

How could this day get any worse?

The young witch shook her head, it was dangerous to tempt fate by thinking such things.

She withdrew the cause of all this anxiety from her bag, before tossing the notebook on the table.

She knew it was unwise, but perhaps working on the story would distract her mind.

"Severus." Harry whispered as the professor removed the last of his clothing, allowing the item to drop to the floor.

"What do you want Harry?" Snape whispered, lips dancing over the young wizard's earlobe as he awaited instruction.

"I want you buried within me, deep inside me."

Snape didn't need to ask twice as he climbed on top of the younger wizard.

Harry's heart pounded as Snape danced a finger over the boy's mouth, as though begging for entrance.

It was a wish Harry had every intention of granting as he pursed his lips, before sucking on the man's long slender finger.

Within a moment, Snape had withdrawn the finger, sliding it down Harry's young lithe body, before ultimately pressing it against the young wizard's opening.

Harry gasped at the invasion of his body, yet the shock and discomfort were soon replaced with waves of pleasure.

"Oh Severus!" Harry pleaded as he reached for the man's hand, before driving the man's finger in as far as his body would allow.

He needed more as his eyes pooled with lust.

"Oh no!" A familiar voice shouted as loud foot steps grew steadily closer.

Hermione was torn from her story as she turned to the source of the disturbance.

"Luna?" She winced, as though surprised to see her as the culprit of the disruption.

"Hermione, I think we may have a problem." The blonde's lips were wide apart as her eyes ran over the all too familiar notebook.

"What do you mean Luna?" Hermione began, just what she needed, more trouble before potions class.

"That book we have been writing in, well," Luna began as she appeared to search her mind for the right words.

"What is it Luna?" Hermione nudged, the nervous anticipation growing in her voice.

"Well, I just found out that its not just an ordinary notebook."

"What do you mean Luna?" Hermione clenched her teeth, no longer able to mask the trepidation in her tone.

"It's a magical one, if you write about a romance between two people that exist in real life, well,"

"Well what?"

"They fall in love in real life."

Hermione's eyes widened at the blonde's words.