by DrT - Sahits

Snape did not dare move, let alone make a suggestion.
Voldemort honored Snape by thinking aloud. "If you humiliate the Boy, you will likely merely drive
him to try harder, and Dumbledore may even, finally, find him some adequate tutoring. It would
make no difference in the long run, but it would make killing him a bit more troublesome if it takes
too long to get to him again."
"An over-confident Potter would be a good thing, but that would undermine your position at
Hogwarts and undermine my position with certain elements. I could use that to draw out any
waverers, but right now I prefer having numbers and ears everywhere."
Voldemort thought a bit more and came to a decision. "Yes. If you can cripple Potter and make it
look like an accident, do so. If you cannot, you do not have to go so far as to let him win, but make
him look good. Cripple him, or make him and his friends somewhat over-confident."
"Yes, my lord." Snape did not smile, but knew what he was going to do.
Voldemort had no doubts which Snape would choose either if it were possible.
The next morning after breakfast, Emma cornered her daughter. Hermione gave in to the situation
by crossing her arms over her chest and rolling her eyes, proving herself to still being a teen. "I
hope you and Harry are at least practicing safe sex," Emma stated.
"I'm very careful when I swallow," Hermione stated, looking her mother in the eye. "Something I
remember you confessing you started doing at my age. And don't think that anything you might say
to the Hogwarts people will so much as raise an eyebrow. Promised couples, or those in a
prearranged marriage, often engage in fellatio fairly openly. Those who aren't in either arrangement
have to resort to places like broom closets, the Astronomy Tower, or empty class rooms. For those
who are, though, there's an alcove off each of the common rooms, where the witch can strengthen
the couple's magical and emotional connections by sucking her promised one and swallowing his
essence. The only rules are nothing can really show except the wizard's penis. I've seen perhaps a
dozen couples performing the ritual probably close to a hundred times in four years, and if it weren't
considered rude to watch any given couple too often, I could have watched at least once a night
since there's another room, where couples in different Houses can get together."
Continuing, while her mother's jaw dropped in shock, Hermione said, "It's also common for all of
us to engage in exchanging hand-jobs. I probably gave Percy Weasley a dozen hand-jobs my First
year, to thank him for helping me along. I offered Harry and Ron handjobs after saving me from the
troll, but they were too shy to accept. Harry offered me one for helping him learn spells during the
Triwizard. We all decided that we were too close to do that, as it's seen as an impersonal act. I have
received dozens of finger jobs for tutoring." Hermione shrugged. "Harry and I are a magical couple,
and will act as such."
Dazed, Emma wandered off. Hermione smirked. The custom of officially acknowledged couples
sharing fellatio was real, although a bit more private than she had let on. Percy had convinced her to
give him some hand-jobs, pedophile that he was. Hermione had soon caught on, and got him to stop
by threatening to go to McGonagall. The rest, however, had been a gross invention.
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