Mission: Double-Crossing Spies Must Be Dealt With

MISSION: Double-Crossing Spies Must be Dealt With

Harry is the first to move. He starts to wade over to the shore, towards us. Crap. Crapity crap.

"Harry!" Ginny calls out, grabbing at his hand but he shrugs her off and keeps moving. Gods, he is so close to us I can't even breathe. Snape's fingers close over my mouth and he pulls me back from the slight clearing and into the trees, but we are still completely visible and for the most part, at least in my case, naked. Gods, Harry is going to do one of two things – have a freaking heart attack or hex Snape into the next millennium...or both. Merlin...Merlin...he's just climbing over that log now - yes, that log – and he is going to see us any moment. I start struggling with Snape, trying hard to pull further back into the trees but Snape has a firm hold on me and isn't letting me move anywhere. The man is insane!!

Harry squints his eyes and scans around the clearing. Just a moment from us now...any second now...

He looks right at us and his eyes keep moving. What? What the hell? He hasn't seen us! How the hell can he not have...I am going to kill Snape!

"No one here!" Harry calls back to the others.

"I could've sworn I heard noises," Lavender insists as she, Ron and Ginny follow Harry's trail.

"Maybe, but there's no one here now," Harry replies, but he sounds rather dubious about Lavender's allegations.

"There was!" Gods, she is getting whiny!

"Did I say there wasn't?" Harry snaps, but I know that tone – he doesn't believe her. Good!

The four of them continue off up the path towards the house, their voices growing ever distant as Lavender continues to obliviously whine while Harry gets more and more cynical. I wait until I think they're a suitable distance away, then peel Snape's fingers from my mouth.

"Bastard!" I spit at him, whirling around to face him.

"My pleasure, Miss Granger." He smirks at me. Bastard! Complete and utter bastard!

"You put an invisibility charm on us!"

"And you are really that astonished? Tut tut, Miss Granger. Where in your warped mind do you believe that I would wish for Potter to discover myself in such a compromising situation?"

Okay, okay – he has a point. But he is still a bastard!

"You didn't bother with a silencing charm..." I ponder out loud.

"Where's the challenge, Miss Granger, if I remove all the risk?" He looks so damned smug with himself.

"The challenge, Professor," I say, leaning so close to his face I'm practically nose to delightfully big nose with him, "is that you owe me a proper shag..."

"That is hardly a challenge," Snape scoffs at me, though he does appear to be amused with my audacity.

"...with Sirius." Priceless. His face has paled and I do believe there is a slight tinge of green – in the amusing shade of envy – creeping over his skin.

"And if I refuse?" Snape enquires, cocking his head at me.

"Then, given that Remus is currently out of action, Sirius gets me all to himself."

For just a moment I fear for my life - Snape really doesn't look too pleased with my ultimatum what so ever. All too soon, though, a devious sneer contorts his features.

"So be it, Miss Granger. However, when the time arises, just you remember that it was self-inflicted."

Uh oh.

I am just about to enquire as to what precisely Snape meant b y that statement when I realise he has already composed himself and is halfway across the clearing. I pull myself to my feet, hasten to straighten my top and then realise that the bottom half of my swimming costume has vanished. I am about to start yelling obscenities up the path at the bastard when I remember, over my frustrations, that I have my wand in my robes. Gods, honestly, sometimes I wonder how smart I really am! With a quick spell I am fully clothed and off up the path after him.

His eyes flick back over his shoulder at me, he eyes me up and down and sneers at my now clothed body, "Pity."

"Bastard," I repeat again, still quite embarrassed.

"How very original, Miss Granger."

Bastard!

As we approach the house, myself fuming and scowling at Snape's back, I can hear Lavender's whine again.

"Have you been here all day, Remus?"

"Yes, Miss Brown..." Remus replies sounding befuddled by her question.

"And where's Sirius?"

"Lavender, just drop it!" Harry snaps at her.

"Remus, where is Sirius?" Ginny inquires, sounding exasperated.

"Sirius is off trying to find some supplies for me," Remus replies and I swear I hear a scoff from Snape.

"Did Hermione go with him?" Lavender presses.

"No – I thought she went down to the lake to join the four of you...you haven't seen her?" Remus sounds quite worried now.

"No..." Harry replies, also sounding concerned. "How long ago was that?"

"Oh, must have been twenty or thirty minutes ago...I think I might go look for her."

"Miss Granger is perfectly safe," Snape interjects, gliding up the steps to the deck. I traipse up behind him, push passed him and, oops, accidentally elbow him in the ribs as I do. "And as graceful as ever," Snape adds to my back.

I catch Lavender looking pointedly at Harry and then nodding her head in Snape's and my direction. Harry looks at her like she's delusional.

"What the hell is he doing here?" Ron hisses at me as I pass by.

"How the hell should I know?" I snap back and disappear inside. Ron does have a point, though, so I don't venture too far from the open door.

"I," Snape replies with what resembles vindictive joy, "will be supervising you detestable imbeciles for the next twenty-four hours."

"What?" Lupin protests in astonishment.

"Molly's orders, Lupin. Take this like a good little puppy and go and hide your sorry muttly behind well out of pitying Muggle eyes. Last thing I need is to have to haul you out of the pound tomorrow morning."

"Molly sent you to watch them?" Lupin asks again, obviously so surprised at this that he totally ignores Snape's rude remarks.

"Oddly enough, she believes that I am a more fitting role-model than your 'friend'." The sneer in his voice that accompanies that word is not particularly pleasant, though it appears to have gone unnoticed by all.

I can hear the other four muttering and groaning under their breaths at this latest turn of events – I, however, am grinning from ear to ear. Sirius and Snape....excellent!

Harry, Ron, Lavender and Ginny skulk inside and all flop down in armchairs around the lounge moping.

"I can't believe this!" Ginny protests.

"Just when we had Lupin loosening up a bit and now we have that bat! He'll have us scrubbing out cauldrons!" Ron tosses in.

"Greasy Git!" Lavender adds.

"So much for fun!" Harry grumbles.

Damn it! This is not going to work – not with the four of them grumbling around the house. I need to get rid of them for the night...think, Herms, think....ah!!! Light bulb!

"You know, I think I saw some tents in the cupboard out in the shed," I begin and thankfully Harry picks up on the idea.

"Yeah! We could go pitch them down by the lake, have a campfire...it'd be awesome!"

I see a glimmer of hope flash over all their faces.

"But he'd never let us. I bet he wants to spend one more night wielding his power over us for old times sake..." Ginny cuts in and all the smiles fade.

"Leave it to me," I pipe up, "I'm sure I can convince Professor Snape."

"Oh, you are, are you?" Lavender says with a suspicious look.

"For Merlin's sake, Lavender! Will you leave it alone!" Harry shouts at her.

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Needless to say, my plan worked. After all, it is hardly surprising that Snape didn't turn down getting rid of Ron and Harry for the night with the bonus of Ginny and Lavender. Convincing the four of them that I'd much rather stay behind, however, was a little more difficult. Finally, Harry seemed satisfied with the idea that I didn't want to spend my evening watching them all with their tongues down each others throats and would prefer to stay here and read. Yes, read...that's exactly what I plan to do – honest!

Sirius came back this afternoon, rather angry that Snape was here already, though Snape himself found it quite amusing that Sirius had spent the afternoon trying to track him down to get Remus' potion. Ah well, those two are never going to be bosom buddies – and all the more fun for me!

And now I'm here, sitting in an armchair pretending to read The Daily Prophet, all the while musing over how I can get the two of them into bed – or wherever – I'm not fussy! Finally, Snape carefully closes his book and looks straight at Sirius.

"Miss Granger, in her infinite wisdom, has bestowed me with the pleasurable challenge of, to quote, giving her a proper shag."

Sirius glances from Snape to me, looking like a wounded puppy. I nod back at Snape, indicating for Sirius to hear him out.

"However, being the fool she is, she has demanded that I also tolerate your presence in this matter, as unnecessary as it is."

Sirius grins deviously. "I can only presume from 'Mione's request that she doesn't find you quite as adequate as you wish to believe you are..." Sirius, I think, is about to call Snape Snivellus, but thinking better of it from the ghastly look on Snape's face, he leaves his statement hanging.

"Is that a further challenge, Black?" Snape hisses.

"That is up to you."

Uh oh. Hmmm...perhaps this wasn't such a good idea without Remus' presence...Keeping quiet now – whatever I say is not going to please both of them.

"You have had adequate warning, Miss Granger, do you still wish to proceed?" Snape's words sound so odd – if only because he continues to recline in his chair looking completely unperturbed by everything that has just occurred. Bloody hell – I must admit that I am having some doubts, but then again, I did ask for this...

"Definitely," I reply with what I hope is a confident grin.

"Proceed to the bedroom, Miss Granger, and undress." Snape's eyes wander over me, then, with a slightly evil smirk, he adds, "I expect to find you pleasuring yourself – Black and I will join you presently. We have a few matters to discuss."

A few matters? What the hell? I glance at Sirius, who shrugs although he does look a little suspicious himself.

Oh, what the heck, Snape is only one wizard, there are two of Sirius' and I and when it comes down to it, despite his unfavourable manners, Snape is one hell of a shag.

"Okay," I say as nonchalantly as I can, give them each a deviant grin and saunter off to Remus' and Sirius' room. As has seemed to become my way, I pause at the doorway to listen to their conversation, but no such luck.

"Play by my rules, Miss Granger, or do not play!" Snape demands and next thing I know the door is slamming shut in my face. Damn. Moments later, as I ponder what to do, the candles in the room dim. I guess I'm still not out of Snape's reach. Excellent. I tug off my shoes, shrug off my robe and continue to undress myself. Frankly, I feel a little silly once I'm perfectly naked, just standing there, although the idea of 'pleasuring' myself as Snape requested seems infinitely embarrassing with the pair's knowledge of what I am doing. There is a tiny pop and, searching for its source, I discover a long, black, phallically plastic object residing on the nightstand. A vibrator. To be honest, it intrigues me – I have never had the courage to buy such a thing nor the guts to invest in the purchase of a book with a spell or the instructions on how to transfigure such an object. I pick it up, weighing it in my hand, running my fingers over its hard, sleek surface. I'm surprised that Snape would divulge me in such a blatantly Muggle contraption... Fiddling with the base of it, it suddenly sparks into life – vibrating away deliciously in my hands. Oh, what the hell...

Sliding onto the bed, I gently press it at my folds and gasp – blimey, that is quite intense! Never one to give up, however, I press a little harder and it slides inside me. Gods, okay...that is different. To be honest, I'm not totally sure I like it – I mean, given that I have been sitting there eyeing up Sirius and Snape for most of the afternoon, it is a nice relief, but it's not the same...

There is another audible pop and suddenly the vibrator disappears from my fingers. Uh oh...I do believe Snape is reading my thoughts...crap...Merlin...think nothing, Herm, nothing at all...it's fine...blank mind, yep, not thinking anything about how much I wish he'd hurry up and get in here and shag me senseless or...Herm, shut up! Blank mind, blank mind....

"Oh, gods!"

My clit, it would appear, has suddenly started vibrating of its own accord. Gods, now that feels good...

My mind meanders into nothingness for a while, then, finally gaining some self-control, I trace my fingers down to find its source. Nope, nothing at all except my own skin vibrating under my fingers. Merlin, that is good...I must learn that one!

"Just sometimes, Miss Granger, the Wizarding World is superior."

Bastard. So that was his game. Oh, who cares? I'm happy, aren't I?

"However," Snape continues, stalking around the room as he observes me, "Muggles occasionally stumble upon the correct answer."

What? Does the man not know that riddle solving is not my strong point while lying totally exposed on one rather large bed with Sirius staring lustily at me from the doorway, Snape's silky voice echoing throughout the room and my clit doing some sort of heavenly dance all of its own?

What the ...? Right, riddle answered. Bastard. My arms have suddenly shot back from my body, my legs splayed and I can do nothing but wriggle helplessly as my clit continues to buzz. Yep, a quick glance at my wrist confirms my suspicions – I am quite firmly tied to the bedposts with what appears to be chains, but one suspicious tug on them and I do believe Snape has added his own magical twist to this one – the softness that pulls at my skin is certainly not the metal it looks and sounds to be.

"I gave you adequate warning, Miss Granger," Snape says silkily, looking quite pleased with himself. I don't like that glint in his eye. I glance at Sirius – he is also looking quite bemused by this. "And, although Black and I do not ...ahem...tend to agree on most matters, neither one of us enjoys you playing us off against the other."

Crap.

"Sirius?" I say pleadingly, giving him my most pathetic look.

"For once Snape is right, 'Mione," he says with a shrug, "and I must admit, you do look awfully alluring like that."

More crap. Though I must admit, the idea of being the subject of these two men's game is not the most detestable thing on the planet...especially not with the way my insides are quivering at the thought of either one of them, let alone the pair...

"Time, Miss Granger, for you to learn a vital lesson – do not attempt to intimidate me with inane threats – I do not take to them well."

Oh dear.