Chapter 77: Notion Of Fact

Snape's Quarters, Hogwarts Castle, Wizarding World...

Silence was the only sound that filled the vast stone corridor as Harry Potter patiently awaited the arrival of Draco Malfoy. The junior Malfoy had not been expecting him and the boy who lived had simply been of the mind to follow the pretentious sleek blond git. He had seen Hermione's name appear in the dungeons along with Snape's and he wasn't going to rest until he found out more about why his friend would be so stupid as to engage a monster like Snape. Especially given that she had been underage and he was her Potions Professor. Moving quickly beneath the confines of his invisibility cloak, Harry followed the unsuspecting Draco down into the Slytherin dungeons. As they walked along the winding stone staircase, Harry got the feeling that something had been off about Draco Malfoy as well but didn't dwell on it with his mind occupied with finding out why Hermione was involved with Snape.

At the very least, Harry believed that Snape might have done something to her. He was a potions master after all and it would be simple child's play to bewitch the mind of one of his students. He had even said he was capable of such a thing when Harry first entered his potions classroom back in first year. Moving quickly as well as carefully, the green eyed wizard continued to follow his nemesis into the bowels of Hogwarts Castle.

The biting cold had been the first thing he noted when they reached the dungeons. Harry shivered some as he fell in step with Draco as the sleek blond came up to a large almost black heavy wood door. It amazed the boy who lived at how strong one had to be in order to open such a door and that Draco Malfoy seemed to have done so with relative ease.

Catching himself, Harry Potter ventured passed the heavy door after narrowly having it close on him and into the darkness of a series of rooms beneath the castle. It was astounding to note that this vast and no doubt magically enhanced dwelling had belonged to Severus Snape. The first room had been almost cozy in appearance with the faint yellow-orange and red glow of the fireplace reflecting off the dark gray stone. Potions ingredients lined numerous shelves as well as row after row of various books both Muggle and wizarding alike.

Much to Harry's surprise, Snape had been quite a neat wizard.

There was an armchair near the fireplace and something that looked like a Muggle style bar not far from it. The floor had basic forest green rugs that gave the distinctive impression that Severus Snape was indeed pro-Slytherin if one simply went by his dwelling's color scheme. Banners of Slytherin house had lined the walls with the emblem of the serpent proud and monstrous in it's appearance.

There was another area that appeared to be a minor bedroom but it too had been vast and littered with things Harry would have associated with Draco Malfoy at first glance. It contained a black and rather elegant four poster bed with Pro-Slytherin bedding. Seeing enough of this room, Harry Potter moved on toward the other much larger bedroom which the young wizard immediately noted as belonging to Snape.

The boy who lived moved across the stone floor noting the desk Snape used had piles of parchment and a few books stacked in rows on top of it. He wondered briefly if this was where Snape had done all of his grading for the term. Then shook it out of his mind and proceeded toward the larger bedroom. This too had been sealed with a rather heavy black wood door and appeared to have been slightly ajar.

Propelled by curiosity as well as the need to know the truth, Harry James Potter pushed forward into the semi-darkened bedroom of Potions Master Severus Snape. He had only gotten as far as the entrance when he spotted the lean pale wizard with a surprising amount of muscular detail when not wearing his teaching robes, thrusting like a madman into the willing depths of none other than Hermione Granger.

To say he had been shocked was an understatement as his green eyes took in the sight of his seemingly innocent best friend whimpering and clawing at the bed while her Potions Professor hammered his body into hers with a series of powerful thrusts. The large and equally elegant black four poster bed shook and made squeaking noises in the wake of this act.

As a stunned Harry Potter stood watching from afar, the Potions Master's eyes glowed with a silvery glint that seemed matched by a similar glow from Hermione's own former amber eyes. If he needed proof that the two of them were under some sort of spell that would have been the first indication. Not wishing to stick around for more, lest he proceed to vomit all over Snape's stone floor, Harry Potter backed away from the master bedroom and back out into what appeared to have been Snape's front room.

The door to the bedroom closed startling the boy who lived and he found himself face to face with a smirking Draco Malfoy.

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Snape's Front Room, Slytherin Dungeons, Hogwarts Castle, Wizarding World...

The sleek blond wizard had something of a smug smirk filed across his pale face. He walked about Snape's front room as if he owned the place and sat down on a vacant green threadbare sofa.

"That was quite the thing wasn't it Potter?" he asked in an arrogant tone. "Watching Snape fuck Granger...I tell you the first time I saw it I was thrown through a loop...can't imagine what must be going through that tiny little mind of yours."

Harry had not known how Draco could see him through the invisibility cloak but he removed the top of it from his head meeting the glittering silvery gaze of his nemesis.

"Why are you here Malfoy?" asked Harry narrowing his own emerald green eyes at the Junior Malfoy. "What's Snape done to Hermione?"

Draco seemed to yawn and fiddle with his already clean fingernails in a bid to showcase his boredom.

"Unlike you trespasser I live here." he said still in the same smug fashion. "As for what Snape's doing to your best friend Granger...I'd say he's shagging the intolerable chit's brains out."

The green eyed wizard had been filled with absolute rage and attempted to launch himself toward the seemingly unimpressed Draco. As Harry Potter grabbed the arrogant Slytherin's collar in a bid to put a scare into him, the sleek blond simply looked up at him still wearing the same bored expression.

"Are you quite satisfied Potter?" he asked as if he couldn't even be bothered to get upset.

"She's underage." said Harry angrily. "Snape's going to be sacked for this."

Draco chuckled rather darkly at this.

"Oh come now Potter...what makes you think Snape is going anywhere?" he asked with an arched brow. "He's much too valuable an asset for Dumbledore to lose in this upcoming war with the dark lord...also...your little Muggle born isn't as innocent she appears to be...I have it on very good authority that she used a time turner to promote the background for this very outcome."

"You lie!" hissed Harry not wishing to believe that Hermione would deliberately age herself just to have Snape bed her. "He's tricked her some how."

"Oh grow up will you Potter." replied Draco pushing passed Harry and getting to his feet. "We're not small children anymore...there is bound to be changes in the lives of everyone Granger included...so you found out your best friend enjoys taking the Potions Professor's cock it's not the end of the world..to tell you the truth it's made both of them a lot more bearable if you ask me."

Harry had been upset and balled his fists as his rage continued to course through him.

"Well Nobody asked you Malfoy." he hissed angrily.

Draco sighed seeing that Harry Potter would rather cling to his petty reality than face the truth about the way things were.

As he stood stewing in his own rage, Harry made another startling realization.

"Y-You knew I was following you." he said with his eyes focused rather intently on his nemesis.

Draco smirked once more.

"Well of course I did." he replied. "No one else has a stench that offensive...not to mention the offhanded shimmer of your little cloak when in complete darkness."

"Y-You lead me here on purpose?" said Harry piecing it together.

"For once that tiny mind of yours is good for something." said Draco as he made his way toward the bar.

The arrogant Slytherin poured himself a cup of pumpkin juice and moved back over to the green threadbare sofa.

"Now that you've been enlightened...Potter." he began after taking a sip from his cup. "What do you intend to do...confront them and make an utter fool out of yourself or will you for once see this as a chance for personal growth and mind your own damn business...not everything in life is some cause to be fought in which you become the crusader."

"Damn you Malfoy." hissed Harry unsure of his own options at the moment.

He simply did not wish to give Draco the satisfaction of being right about anything when it came to him. Propelled by his rage, the Gryffindor wizard fled Snape's quarters and the Slytherin dungeons. He had enough truth for one afternoon and needed to think. The realization that Hermione was shagging Snape was quite devastating, but so was the fact that there was not a thing that he could do about it.