A/N: What the heck is going on!? Here's part one of this chapter
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Voices filled the white morass.
“Levi-oh-sa-”
“been killed - or worse, expelled”
“are the most insensitive wart I have ever had the misfor-”
“-There are more important things—friendship and bravery and—oh Harry—”
“Life is short, too short for you to-”
“Am I a horrible person?”
Snippets. Memories.
First he heard the crickets.
Then he tasted the crisp night air. Yes, it was night. The moon appeared and below it the school.
It took him a moment to collect himself, he counted his fingers, and in doing so found them.
The girl was still nearby too, standing, then in the chair again, then upright once more.
He had made her fear for her secrets, which naturally brought them to the fore. So where had she taken them?
He looked around to get his bearings and saw it.
Of course. he grit his teeth, the shack
And as if summoned, two figures hastily made their way inside, or perhaps they had always been there and they were just now remembering it.
"Shall we see what awaits us inside Miss Granger?"
The somnambulist girl followed wordlessly beside him as he approached the threshold.
"And why are we here exactly?" he asked, holding the door open for her to shuffle past. The tree creaked ominously, bringing back memories of his own. It took great discipline to keep his own memories from influencing the spell here.
"Ron..." Looking down as she passed, he could see her glassy-eyed stare as she spoke, "Wanted to...brought me here to-" The dream's hold on the dreamer came taut and he watched her eyes flutter then focus as she looked around at her surroundings as if for the first time. "Oh-Oh good grief." She cringed and buried her face against her palm.
With a soft chortle he pushed past her "Come now, let's see what it is you've kept so zealously guarded tonight." He was perplexed by her reaction, but perhaps the spell had dulled her senses. I've had this damnable hovel searched enough times, but maybe they planned something here this night. Something I can use.
"Good Grief."
Even in the dim candlelight the tableau was clear.
H-Hermione!
The Weasley boy was making the most pathetic faces and groans as the little slut knelt before him, her head steadily bobbing in his lap.
"This is a private moment. Ron brought me here to-to shag." she said pointedly trying to ignore the lurid display behind her even as he saw her cheeks begin to heat, "Satisfied, great wizard?"
Lifting his face from his palm he turned on his captive, "What is the meaning of this?!"
He could see the reddening of her cheeks even in the dark of the memory. "Meaning?!" she spun on him, "You plunder my mind, and when you don't like what you've dredged up you ask me what the 'meaning' of it is?!"
G-Gah!
He could see Weasley clawing at the wood behind him as his legs buckled in anticipation of his impending climax.
There had to be more. "Don't play games with me you little-"
N--nnn--oo-hhhooo!
Snape couldn't stop himself from turning at the caterwauling display. His climax didn't last long, and when he was finished he slid down the rickety wall behind him, his misshapen wet prong slithering free of her lips as he went.
He noted the slight flush to Hermione's cheek as she brought a handkerchief to her mouth and spat. Trying to maintain some semblance of dignity after enduring the teenage boy's clumsy desires.
The two figures slowed, then faded leaving only the two interlopers in the shack.
Plodding over Snape settled into a deeply cushioned chair, one he suspected didn't really exist and began drumming his fingers on the arms.
"The memory is over, end the spell." Hermione said, her eyes still fixed to the spot on the floor where her past self had just been.
"The shack." He stopped drumming, and leaned forward, "The shack must be it...or..." He turned his head trying to piece together some hidden meaning.
"Enough! Haven't you done enough?"
"No." With a creak, he rose and pulled out his wand again, "The spell is still working, and until its power ebbs, we will continue."
And with a flash that blotted out the desolate hideaway they were gone.
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Hey! I'm afraid I feel like I'm rushing. But with how things on the site have been-I really want to get this out quickly. I'm not even sure if the Australians are around anymore ☹️
I hope you liked this double-feature? I think I would have added bits of this chapter to chapter one if I did it again.
I know lots of people don't read, or skim, and that's ok! Looking at the pictures and being able to follow the story is a sign of good design and something I try to accommodate. But I am curious what people's preferred format might be. Longer chapters, shorter chapters, full on comic. I will say while I think my writing improved while making the Lara Croft story, it could still get pretty...woolly sometimes. I hope I'm getting better here.
And the way things are going, I'm considering putting this up on my AO3 account.
Here's this story https://civitai.com/collections/15745433
Here's Chapter 1
And the beginning of this chapter
my WIP Archive
Here are some other stories I've done https://civitai.com/user/Gwenwithgreeneyes/collections