Growling in frustration, Harry crumbled up another piece of parchment. Why is this so difficult? I just want to tell Hermione how much she means to me.

Clenching his teeth, he put quill to parchment once more. Unbeknownst to Harry, the back of his head glowed red briefly, and suddenly, his quill was flying, and swiftly filled the page. Triumphantly he rolled up the parchment, and stepped over to his owl. He asked the beautiful, snowy white owl, “Hedwig, you up to delivering this letter to Hermione?”

Hedwig nibbled at Harry’s ear, then stuck out her leg for the letter. Harry attached it, and sent her off. Happy he had at least been able to express his feelings, even if he had yet to figure out a way to help Hermione when he was virtually a prisoner himself.

Harry watched Hedwig wing off into the night, hoping he hadn’t been too forward.


Snape smirked as he saw the white owl head into the upper story window of the large house in the depressingly muggle neighborhood. As Nymphadora Tonks was the only other guard assigned, this was going to be too easy. Besides, as Sirius Black’s cousin, he’d be glad to add the gorgeous blood traitor to the festivities. Circling to the back of the house, he softly called out until she pulled her invisibility cloak back and stuck her disembodied head out of a bush near the back fence. Before she had time to say anything, he brought his wand, which he had been holding behind his back, to bear and stunned the beautiful, young Auror. He took her wand, then bound and levitated her unconscious body and approached the patio door at the rear of the house. He set Tonks down near the door and used the Alohamora spell to unlock the door. Then, a quick Hominous Revelum spell showed him the location of every person inside.

With sure steps, he entered the first floor Master Bedroom, and quickly stunned and bound the filthy muggles. Then, he flowed up the stairs, like a malevolent shadow. Snape saw light coming from under a door and glided towards it. Wand ready, he opened the door just a crack with his left hand as quietly as he could. There was Granger, sitting at a desk against the far wall beneath an open window, reading a letter, and wearing nothing but knickers and an old threadbare T-shirt. Damn it all! She was between him and the damned snowy owl!

He waited. Suddenly, she leapt to her feet doing a silly little victory dance and he saw his opportunity. He sent a silent stunner at the owl. The Mudblood must have seen the red glow shooting by, and whirled to face him. He had to give her credit, as soon as she saw him; she dove toward a bedside stand for her wand. Bursting fully into the room to clear his firing arcs, he negligently sneered, “Incarcerous!” And ropes shot from his wand, catching the girl in mid leap and wrapping her tightly from shoulders to ankles. Bound, she couldn’t catch herself and bounced head first off the bed to the floor.

She landed with a woof, but immediately writhed to face him. Mustering as firm a voice as she could, Hermione asked, “Professor Snape, what are you doing?”

With a sinister smile, Snape answered, “I’m here to prepare an initiation and a trap.” He waited for her to make the realization, then as he saw her face crumble, he went on. “Yes, I’ll be sending Potter an invitation via portkey, and then go off to gather Mister Malfoy and his cohorts.”

“No!” she wailed. “Professor Dumbledore trusted you! You’re a Professor! You can’t do this!”

With a swift stride, he planted a kick to her belly, which threw her into the bed and left her gasping for breath and crying. He bent to retrieve the letter she’d been reading. After reading it, he threw it at her whimpering face, and gloated. “Young love, how sweet. Yes, Draco wants Potter to watch as we turn you into potion ingredients, leather and meat. After we kill your filthy muggle parents of course. Then, we will take the broken Boy-who-lived in front of the Dark Lord, and watch him deal with that minor problem, permanently!”

“No!” she sobbed.

Snape produced the letter to Potter with the portkey in it, attached it to the owl, and revived it. “Take that to your master! Now, go!” Looking down at the tear-streaked face of the girl, Snape growled, “I’ll be back soon, then I can give you some career counseling in your new career, meat!” With that said, he whirled and apparated directly to Malfoy Manor.


Snape appeared in the entryway of Malfoy Manor, and strode swiftly towards a salon in the rear, from where he could hear the boisterous sounds of young men. Throwing open both of the double doors, he caught Crabbe, Goyle and Draco tossing back shots of Firewhiskey.

Startled by his Godfather’s overly dramatic entrance, Draco leapt to his feet, eyes gleaming. He begged, “Is it time? Can we go get my boots now?”

“Yes! It is time. Quickly now, we need to get back and be ready for Potter,” Snape replied.

Draco and his two hulking henchmen rushed over. Snape’s nose wrinkled at the strong smell of the Firewhiskey fortification they’d been imbibing in, and silently hoped to himself they weren’t too soused for the job at hand. Snape held out a sheathed skinning knife. Draco smirked and grabbed hold. As soon as both Crabbe and Goyle had done so as well, Snape activated the portkey and they disappeared.

Only to reappear in the Granger’s back yard seconds later. “Crabbe, Goyle, gather the filthy muggles. They are to the left on the first floor. Draco, I’ll leave Granger to you, she’s on the second floor in the only room with a light on,” Snape directed.

As his young cohorts went in the house, Snape allowed himself to leer down at don’t-call-me-Nymphadora Tonks. Her short, spiked, bubblegum pink hair framed her almost elven features. Snape banished the ropes, then her clothing and bent to admire her naked, helpless body. He ran a hand down her chest, cupped her heavy breasts, then tweaked the smallish pink nipples to hardness. Finally! He would have a metamorph to experiment with. Well, he thought with a smirk, parts of her anyways. As an Auror, she was too dangerous alive, but soon he’d find out of metamorph pieces made a different in potion making.

“Imperio! Ennervate!” Snape said pointing wand at the nude young woman.

Nymphadora’s eyes fluttered open, then flashed to the sneering face of her Master as he leered down at her.

“You will do as I say, slut! Do not attempt escape! You will understand what is happening, but have no choice but to do as I say, since I cast the Imperious Curse on you. Now, spread those legs and suck my cock!”

Inside, Tonks cringed from her helplessness and didn’t even want to consider what the greasy Potion’s Master had planned for her and the Grangers, but despite her best efforts to fight off the curse, Snape’s will was too strong, and she leapt to obey his commands, outwardly eager. She fished Snape’s erection out of his robes, and gobbled it like a tasty treat, instead of the smelly, encrusted, filthy thing it was.

Snape leaned back and allowed himself a smile of triumph, enjoying the degradation he was and would be heaping on his old nemesis’ beautiful young cousin. He watched Crabbe and Goyle levitate the mudblood’s unconscious and bound parents out the door onto the patio. When Draco joined them with the silenced, thrashing, levitated, still bound girl, it was time to get this little drama underway.

Snape yanked Nymphadora off of his cock by her hair, rose and pulled her to her feet. He looked at Draco, and said, “Potter’s portkey is for the same spot we arrived at. This is your show, I’ll just amuse myself with your blood-traitor cousin. He could arrive at any time.”

Draco smirked, and nodded for Crabbe and Goyle to follow him as he levitated Granger toward the apparation point. There! There was a nice sized tree, perfect for his plans! He levitated Hermione under the tree and set her still bound, but upright under a large limb. When Crabbe and Goyle had dumped her filthy muggle parents at her feet, Draco motioned for them to hold the girl. He grabbed her chin and roughly forced her to look him in the eyes. He remembered every time this filthy little Mudblood had dismissed him. Him! The Pureblooded heir of a Noble House! Then, he remembered the time this filthy Mudblood bitch had dared, dared to lay hands on him! Oh yes, he hated Potter, but this little disrespectful bint had earned whatever was coming!

“What do you think, boys? Should we see what Potter’s little whore has been hiding under those school robes? Hold her tight!” Draco monologued. Crabbe and Goyle gave stupid smiles, which turned into leers as Draco first vanished the ropes, then, her clothing. As Draco circled her, and conjured ropes to hold her arms tight behind her back, Hermione ducking her head in shame, and her eyes filled with tears. As the first tears fell on her now quivering naked bosoms, and she thought it couldn’t get any worse, it did. Draco grabbed her right breast roughly and bent close. He hissed in her ear, “I think I want to use this breast for my right boot,” and as he gave her nipple a torturous twist, he grabbed her left breast, “but I think I’ll have this one made into the left boot for Potter’s pair. After all, he’ll need something to remember you by.”

Hermione’s legs collapsed and she slumped in terror and hopelessness. Draco playfully shook his finger at her and tisk tisked. He conjured two ropes with hangman’s nooses. “We can’t lose our audience here, now can we?” He draped one noose over Hermione’s head and gave her a triumphant smirk as he snuggled it tight around her delicate throat, and her breath came in pants, making her breasts quiver, just for him. He levitated the other end of the rope over the branch and handed it off to Goyle. Goyle heaved experimentally on the rope, hauling Hermione up off the ground, briefly. Hermione wasn’t directly underneath the branch, so she made a strangling sound, and swung backwards, legs stiff; her toes desperately sought the ground. Before she had time to do more than miss a single breath, Goyle caught her swing, and settled her on her feet. But now, she was upright, panting in terror, and forced to watch as Draco turned to her parents.

Hermione had to watch in horror, as Draco cast the Imperious curse on her mum, dispelled the ropes binding her, and then banished her clothing and awakened her with an Enervate.

Draco grabbed Mrs. Granger’s chin, and spat, “You will see everything and react to everything as you normally would, except you must follow my every command, muggle trash.”

Mrs. Granger looked around, and then shrieked. She whirled on Draco and slammed her right fist into his groin, and followed up with a heel strike with her left to the chin. Malfoy went down with a painful wheeze, but Crabbe and Goyle jumped on Mrs. Granger, and soon had her surprisingly attractive, naked body bound, raging, and strung up next to her daughter’s.

Goyle helped Draco to his feet. Draco brushed himself free and staggered over to Mrs. Granger. “You bitch! Why did you do that?”

Mrs. Granger gave him an incredulous glare, and spat, “What would you do, if you saw a group of murderous thugs getting ready to rape and hang you and your daughter?” With that, she surprised Draco again, with a straight kick to the goodies. Draco’s eyes crossed and he slumped to his knees in front of her, whereupon, Mrs. Granger gave him a side kick to the chin. Goyle rolled his eyes and Crabbe snickered as he stunned Mrs. Granger.

Snape rolled his eyes, but decided to follow Draco’s theme. He conjured his own rope and noose, placed it around Tonks’ neck and pulled her onto his cock to let her finish his blowjob.

It was to this scene, Harry Potter arrived with a thump.