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Title: Watched With Pleasure
Author: Worrywart1966
Prompt Number: #11 submitted by bonsaibetz
Kink Showcased: Voyeurism
Rating: M
Pairing(s): Severus/Hermione; Hermione/Ginny; Hermione/others
Summary: As a spy, Severus learned a lot by listening, and especially watching. When Severus spies Hermione sneaking about, he decides to find out what she is up to.

Warnings: Hints of BDSM, masturbation, F/F; F/M/M
Word Count: ~5732
Author's Notes: Thank you to Krissy_cits and Velveteenbunny for the beta and Brit Picking; to onecelestialbeing whose naughty dream became one part of this, and to jensteed for her encouragement.

Severus stood on the staircase, looking out the window, watching a small dot of light bob and weave its way toward Hagrid's abandoned hut. He had noticed the light as he had descended the stairs while on patrol. The giant repaired the gamekeeper's hut when the war was over, but—and Severus was still gobsmacked when he thought about it—the oaf scampered off to France to be with Madame Maxime and gamekeep at her school. Because of this, Severus should not now see a black figure scurrying toward the hut, nor should he have seen the figure enter and then a weak light flare in the window.

With as much glee as the dour man could muster, he hurried down the steps, across the Entry Hall and out the doors. He Disillusioned himself for the best element of surprise; oh how he itched to take a heap of points from some hapless idiot who thought themselves above the rules.

Once at the hut, he decided to do a bit of reconnoitring before catching his victim. To that end, he Levitated a box to rest under a window. He stood upon it and for a moment saw nothing. However, when his eyes adjusted, he nearly fell off his perch. There in the middle of the hut lay a woman stretched across a table. Her head hung off one edge and her hips perched upon the end of the other. There were two men with the woman; one had his head buried between the woman's legs, her body writhing in apparent pleasure. The other man was being sucked off and from the slow thrust of his hips, he was being swallowed quite deeply.

Severus' cock hardened immediately. He really should stop this, they were students after all, but it was one of his fantasies being acted out right before his eyes. He cast a wandless spell so that he could hear what was going on more clearly.

"C'mon mate," the boy being sucked rasped, "make her cum; the vibrations of her moans is amazing on my cock. I'm going to blow soon!"

The man between her legs redoubled his apparent efforts, and Severus watched as he slipped his fingers into her pussy. The woman obviously enjoyed the additional stimulation if the undulation of her body was any indication, but Severus could only hear her choking moans.

"Oh, yeah, mate, here I come!" The boy's face became a rictus of pleasure as he came in the woman's mouth. He pulled out at the end, allowing one last lazy spurt of cum to smear across her lips. Severus also came; he had unconsciously begun to stroke himself as he watched the trio pleasuring each other, and then seeing the woman's throat swallowing was all it took for him to orgasm.

The boy at her pussy looked up. "Let's trade places. She's so sweet, and I want a bit of mouth action."

The boys switched positions, and it wasn't long before the woman was obviously orgasming again, and the other boy spilled his load into her mouth.

"You were amazing, babe," said one of the boys as they quickly dressed.

"Yeah, it was fantastic," said the other. "Can we help you up?"

With a stretch of her body, her voice a bit raspy from the invasion of two cocks, she answered, "No, you go on, I'll be along in a bit. I just need to….relax a bit." She collapsed on the table in a boneless heap.

The boys left and Severus did not bother to identify them. He was more interested in who the woman was. However, that identity was to be denied him when a Patronus interrupted him.

"Severus," said the ghostly tabby cat, "there's a fight in the common room. You're needed right away."

The next morning, Severus sat at the high table deep in thought. The images of what he had seen the previous night had left him taking care of matters twice before he finally could sleep and once more this morning. He surveyed the crowd of students with his usual mask of disdain, but he was actually taking a closer look at the older students, wondering who the trio from last night was. A firm poke in the ribs drew his attention to the woman seated next to him.

"Have you noticed, too, Severus?"

"Noticed what, Minerva?"

"That she's been sneaking about; leaving the tower after curfew. The Fat Lady reported it."

"Who has been sneaking?"

"Miss Granger; I say, haven’t you heard a word I said?"

"No. It's too early; I usually tune out most of your prattling until I've had several cups of coffee." Minerva growled. Taking a rather pointed drink of coffee, he asked, "Now what's all this about Miss Granger. Surely the know-it-all hasn't blotted her copy book?"

"The portraits have reported seeing Miss Granger sneaking out of the dorms and around the castle well past curfew," explained Minerva.

Severus choked on his coffee and spit his mouthful onto the table. He continued to cough and rasp. Surely not! he thought. Hermione Granger was NOT the woman he saw last night. Not that bookish, bushy-haired know-it-all. That woman was sexy, sensual, hot. A hard whack on his back brought him out of his coughing fit. "Thank you, Minerva," he gasped, rubbing his chest. "Do you know why she has suddenly taking to wandering?"

Minerva shrugged. "That's why we're all so concerned. It's just so out of character for her. But you will keep an eye out for her, won't you? It could be that Muggle sickness…what is it they call it…DTSP? You know the one they suffer from war and such?"

"PTSD; post traumatic stress disorder," chimed in Poppy. "I've taken an intensive summer study in it just for this reason."

Severus made a noncommittal grunt and looked out at the Gryffindor table and at the bushy headed woman in question.

There was no doubt that Miss Granger had changed one year after the war. While maintaining the outwardly façade of confident, bookish, studious Hermione Granger, he could see that beneath the surface, she was hyper vigilant; eyes always roaming, taking in her surroundings. She was a woman who had been to war and couldn't find a way to relax. She was only at Hogwarts, along with about twenty other of her peers, to complete what was termed a modified eighth year; for only four months these students would study intensively for their NEWTS and then be adults in the Wizarding world. However, Miss Granger had passed into adulthood so long ago and not by choice, either.

Regardless, what was the woman up to? Now that Minerva had called his attention to it, he did recall seeing her slip away as quietly as possible from the Great Hall or even after class. This intrigued him…a mystery…and like the mystery surrounding the creation of his potions, he was driven to discovering and solving the mystery that was Hermione Granger.

It was well after midnight a week later as he finished up patrol. After a long day of teaching, the last thing he wanted to do was trudge up and down all the staircases and look for rule breakers. He tired easily with all the walking; the snake bite left him with a few after effects; a gimpy leg and the dratted scars on his neck. He was on the sixth floor when he heard a footstep not far away. Casting a Silencing Charm on his own feet, he hurried after the noise. As he turned the corner, he saw the familiar robes of a Gryffindor, and if he was thinking correctly, the hair that bounced along the collar belonged to none other than the sneaking mysterious Gryffindor, Hermione Granger.

He was disappointed to notice that he couldn't find her when he turned the corner to the intersection that led to the fourth and fifth floors. Making a quick decision, he took the stairs to the fifth floor. He didn't see her, but decided that his leg had had enough anyway, so he turned to head back to the dungeons. As he passed the Prefect's Bathroom, he noticed a light beneath the sill. Ah ha! He was about to find some miscreants out of bed and having a swim. Well, the loss of points would help him sleep tonight.

Slowly and quietly opening the door, he knew he hit the jackpot when he heard the water splashing and knew the room was occupied. He heard moaning…two for the price of one tonight, maybe? He stepped behind the pillar, hoping to watch for a bit.

She sat at the edge of the large pool-sized bathtub. Her back was graceful and arched slightly; her long hair was plaited and the ends touched the floor as she sat. At first, Severus couldn't understand why she seemed to undulate as she sat, but a gasp and moan gave him a clue why.

He smiled evilly; oh yes, nothing like catching a student mid pleasure. The number of times he caught students mid coitus or fellatio he could scarcely count and he always, always watched them for a bit first. It made the pleasure of their reaction even better.

He watched the woman slide her arms up her torso toward her breasts. As she caressed and plucked them, she arched her back farther and moaned a bit louder. As one hand continued to pluck at a nipple, the other slid back down her body. Severus watched as her legs spread farther.

"Oh yes," the woman whispered as her hand moved back and forth. He could tell by the action that her hand was probably just strumming across her pussy and that thought caused his prick to tighten in his trousers. A change in the angle of her arm meant that she had to be fucking herself with her fingers. Yes, he noticed, her hips were now thrusting. His eyes widened when the fingers that were pleasuring her sex moved to her mouth and she suckled them, moaning at the apparent sweet flavour of her pussy. He unconsciously began to hump the pillar he stood behind.

Her hands returned to her pussy, and she began to more fully pleasure herself. His own hand strayed toward his groin, rubbing his engorged cock in time with the rhythm her arm had established. Her moans grew louder, more frantic. "Yes," she screamed, "yes!"

Severus came as the woman's whole body tensed in orgasm. He stood quietly, controlling his own breathing as he watched the woman pant as she came down from her bliss. She collapsed backward, hands still moving around her body. It was Hermione Granger, but he had sensed it was her all along.

His prick hardened again when he noticed that her nipples were pierced and through the rings hung two gold chains. His eyes followed the chains down her body where they were attached to a belly ring. From there a third chain flowed down to her pussy where he could not see, but assumed another piercing held a ring. What drove this woman to do something so sensual, so out of the ordinary? He watched a hand stray toward her pussy again, dipping into her folds and back to her mouth.

Knowing he would see nothing else, he slipped away from the room, casting a cleansing charm as he did so.

As he walked back to the dungeons, he replayed the images he saw in his mind. He was no fool; he knew what the students did at night, he had been a student after all. In his own student days, small parties turned into small orgies—not that he had ever been invited—and this is where his appetite to watch was born. He was definitely straight, but enjoyed watching members of either sex performing. When he became a Death Eater, the sex parties that were part and parcel of the Death Eater way of life was something he regularly took part in, and he honed his tastes to voyeurism as well as rough sex and light bondage. But when the Dark Lord's true mission became clear to him, he categorically refused to participate in any revel where rape was taking place. He paid for the refusal by being a target practice dummy afterward. In later years, he sought out pleasure in the sort of brothels that catered to his tastes.

He needed to find out what had driven Miss Granger to act out in such a way. Perhaps he should ask Poppy? No, that conversation would not go over well. When he arrived at his quarters, he was no closer to the answer. At least any answers involving Miss Granger. He did realise that perhaps this weekend he needed to visit Madam Tissy's House of Pleasure.

Several days later, while Severus was again doing late patrol on the seventh floor, he was disturbed by the clashing-clanking sound of metal. He turned to see Sir Cadogen pushing his way through various portraits.

"Professor Snape! Professor Snape!" he called.

"What is it, Cadogen; I am about to finish rounds." Severus sneered.

"The bushy haired one; the one that Minerva is all upset about. I've seen her!"

Severus was instantly alert. "Where?"

Cadogen pointed. "Just there, good sir." Severus looked in the direction the knight was pointing. It was just up the hallway near the hanging of the dancing trolls.

"She went in there about thirty minutes ago. She had a friend with her."

"Thank you, Cadogen. You may go." Severus turned and quickly made his way toward the hanging. He knew just opposite was the Room of Requirement. Just what would Hermione and a friend be doing there? He had his suspicions and already his body was reacting. He quickly cast a Silencing Charm on his body and thought, I need to find Miss Granger and her friend, the required three times. A door appeared.

He opened the door quietly, walked into the room, and closed the door behind him. His jaw dropped at what the room had become. It was a sumptuously decorated room, filled with candle light and lots of soft squashy looking pillows. He moved further in and found his prey.

Laying back among the pillows with her legs spread, gold chains glinting in the soft light, was Hermione. Between her legs, a head was languidly moving as the person orally pleasured her. It was hard to tell if it was a woman or man as quite a few of the boys wore their hair long, and the pillows made it hard to define body shape. However, the identity of the person was quickly revealed when Hermione moaned, "Pull the chains, Ginny; I like it when they are tight."

Ginny stopped licking Hermione to do as she requested. Hermione lifted her head to watch her and smiled. "You're so good at this Gin." Her hand reached out and caressed her face. "Don't stop." Ginny smiled and moved back to Hermione's pussy.

Severus moved just a bit so that he could better watch. He could see a pink tongue make long swiping movements from bottom to top, stopping to flick her clit before repeating the motion. She then spread Hermione's pussy wider and pressed her tongue into her hole and then used her tongue like a penis, thrusting in and out before returning to the licking action.

After a few moments of this, Ginny adjusted her body and began to use her fingers in place of her tongue.

"Suck me, Gin, suck my clit." Ginny lowered her head to do as requested. "Oh, yeah, just like that," Hermione purred.

Severus couldn't help himself. He opened his trousers and pulled out his cock and began to stroke the hard, hot flesh. Between the scene in front of him, the quiet moans of both women, and the soft suckling sounds, he was nearly ready to explode.

"Ginny, come up here, love; let me taste you, too," Hermione whispered after another moment or two.

The young woman happily repositioned herself, and Severus watched as the two women pleasured each other. He was especially fascinated by watching Hermione feast on Ginny's pussy and timed his strokes with her actions. It wasn't long before the girls were obviously going to come, if their frenzied actions and moans were any indicator. Ginny came first, taking her mouth off of Hermione to scream out her pleasure. As she came down, she began to suckle Hermione again, and it was only moments before Hermione also screamed out as she came.

Severus's spine tingled and his orgasm roared out of his body, landing on the floor a few feet in front of him. As he panted, he watched the girls taking lazy licks of each other's pussies before Ginny moved off and snuggled beside Hermione. When it was clear that this was the end of their tryst, Severus cleaned himself up and left the room.

Two days later, he held Hermione back after the eighth years' Potions revision class. She took a seat in front of his desk and waited until all the students had left.

"You wanted to see me, sir?" she asked.

Severus nodded and just looked at her. Dressed in her uniform, it was hard to see the luscious body he knew lay beneath. Nor could he see any tell tale signs of the delicious gold chains he knew pierced her body.

"The Headmistress has asked me to check in with all the war veterans, as part of my duties as Deputy Head," he lied. "So…how are you?"

"I am as well as can be expected. My studies keep me from focussing too much on what has happened."

"What are your plans when you graduate, if I may inquire?"

Hermione smiled. "As a matter of fact, I'm glad you asked!" She opened her bag and rooted around for a bit, pulling out a piece of parchment. Severus thought he saw a flash of silver slip from the folds of parchment, but Hermione's sudden presence by his desk distracted him. Gods, she smelled good. "I am applying for an apprenticeship…in Potions. I was wondering if you'd write me a letter of reference?"

"And why are you applying for positions outside of Hogwarts? Why didn't you ask me?"

Hermione stuttered. "I didn't think you took apprentices…I, I didn't think you'd want me. After all, I am an obnoxious know-it-all."

Oh, I want you all right, sneered Severus silently and then was surprised at the thought. "You are an apt pupil, Miss Granger, and many Potions masters would be honoured to have you. As would I, if you'd like."

"You're offering me an apprenticeship?"

"Yes, I believe I am."

"Then I accept!" She handed the application to Severus, and the pair quickly filled it out.

"Now, take this to the Headmistress for her signature, and then she'll send it to the Ministry."

"Thank you so much, Professor!"

"You are most welcome, Miss Granger."

Hermione bounced out of the room, and Severus stepped down from the platform where his desk stood. He slipped slightly on something and leant down to pick it up. It was a small phial filled with luminescent liquid. A memory.

He knew it wasn't there before class; it must have been the flash of silver he'd seen fall out of Hermione's bag when she was retrieving the application. With a smirk, he thought what could it hurt to look at it before giving it back? If she found out though, she would be unable to trust him and that would not bode well for their master/apprentice relationship. However, the old urge to have 'something over someone' reared its ugly head, and his decision was made. Yes, he'd look at it. He swept from his office, locking the room and headed to his private quarters. He had a small Pensieve and would take a quick look before dinner.

He sat on the couch with the Pensieve in front of him on a table. It was chest height so he'd be able to view the memory comfortably. Pouring the memory into the basin, he leant forward and pressed his face into the liquid. He dropped into darkness.

It seemed to be a darkened room, but upon closer inspection, he saw a window high up letting in enough light to illuminate a desk in the centre of the room. After a moment, he heard a door open and two people entered. One of them was Miss Granger, totally nude, and her hands tied behind her back and the chains piercing her body swaying slightly. Around her neck was a collar and attached to it was a leash. A man was leading her, but he was unable to see who it was; the face was blurred. He spoke, but even though his voice was distorted, the intent was clear. Who is she hiding? he wondered.

He watched Hermione stop near the table and then climb up on it. The man quickly tied her arms and legs into place and leant forward, giving her a deep kiss. He tightened the chains on her body so that Severus could see her nipples—erect from the cold—pulled downward. She moaned.

The man ran his fingers down her body ever so lightly, causing her to flinch as she was obviously ticklish. "Stop," she begged. The man pinched her nipple and told her she was not to speak or she would be punished. He then stepped over to a table Severus hadn't noticed and seemed to contemplate something. Severus walked over to the table and saw a selection of sex toys. The man chose a string of beads and walked back toward Hermione. His muffled voice instructed her to do something and Severus watched as she began to lick and suck on the beads. After a moment or two, he took the beads and placed them at the opening of her pussy. Pressing them into her, he began to thrust them in and out slowly, angling them up and down for maximum effect.

Severus stood beside the man and watched Hermione's pussy clench and relax as the beads were used. She was moaning with excitement and begged the man to go faster. However, because she spoke after being told not to, the beads were ripped from her and a hand began to slap her cunt, focussing on her clit. She whimpered but did not cry out. In fact, Severus could see that this seemed to excite the girl even more.

After a full minute of spanking, the man took the beads and rubbed them through her wetness and then pressed them to her tight rosebud. Hermione's eyes widened in anticipation and when the man pressed them inward, she again moaned in pleasure. The beads were thrust in and out for several minutes before being pushed nearly completely in and abandoned. The man then went back to the table of toys.

He selected a rather large, veined dildo and stood beside Hermione's head. Again, Severus heard muffled instructions and watched as Hermione opened her mouth, lapping at the device and sucking it. The man moved it slowly at first in and out of her month and then began to push it farther down her throat. Having seen Hermione taking a cock previously down her throat, he knew she could handle it. The man had her self-lubricate the dildo in this manner for only a few moments before he began to rub her pussy with it, his muffled voice seductively teasing her. Finally, Hermione cried out, Fuck me! and the dildo was thrust into her in one movement.

Severus was simply fascinated by the scene in front of him. Prior to this, all of his experiences watching Hermione had been rather tame…two on one, girl on girl, and alone. Although she had a rather unique piercing, he did not expect her tastes in sex to run to bondage and dominance. It would be interesting to see how far into the BDSM world she was willing to step. Either way, he could see that she was nearly ready to come if the flush of her chest and her writhing body were any indication. However, she was to be denied.

The man threw the dildo to the floor and quickly removed the anal beads. He flicked a wand and removed her restraints, ordering her off the table and onto her knees. Severus watched as she undid the placket of the man's trousers and pulled out his cock. She began to lick him, almost as though she were enjoying an ice lolly before taking him fully into her mouth as deeply as she could. The man quickly tied her hands behind her back and then grabbed her head, thrusting roughly into her. Hermione did not gag, but seemed to enjoy the act. After only a few minutes, the man grunted and came, pulling out and spraying on her face. He pushed her down roughly, giving her no time to adjust her hands, spread her legs and with apparent relish, lapped and sucked at her, causing her to stiffen and cry out quickly as she came. The man stood, flicked his wand, releasing her wrists. He buttoned his trousers and left the room, Hermione lying panting behind.

Severus withdrew his head from the Pensieve and quickly undid his own trousers. It only took a few quick tugs on his cock before he came. He lay back, catching his breath and then cleaned himself with his wand. This couldn't go on, he decided. He needed to stop this unhealthy fascination with the woman. The trouble was, he didn't want to.

Severus did indeed continue to follow Hermione and watch her exploits, but he managed to curtail these activities to just the weekends rather than during the week. He knew she snuck out after curfew during the week and on the weekends, and often spent time with Ginny or other girls, a few boys, or on her own. She would tryst in the Room of Requirement, the Prefect's Bathroom or, on occasion, the Astronomy tower. He wondered what would happen when she became his apprentice. She would have to share his quarters, so he deduced her travels would cease.

He was of two minds about the apprenticeship. Yes, she was perfect for the position, but knowing what she looked like nude and what her tastes ran to, he wondered if he would be able to treat her objectively. He wondered, given the opportunity, would she offer to play with him?

Severus was in his office one January afternoon, furiously grading the last of the essays prior to the eighth years' graduation ceremony. A soft knock interrupted his work and he looked up to see Miss Granger enter. The beautiful young woman walked in, her dress skimming her thighs, her hair done simply.

"Miss Granger. Why are you not in the Great Hall, practicing for the ceremony?"

"It's not obligatory. I decided to come down here and finalise the arrangements for my apprenticeship."

"There is nothing left to finalise; after a two-week break, you'll return to begin. You'll be sharing my quarters, co-teaching, brewing, and researching. It's all been spelled out in the contract. I fail to see what needs checking."

"It is complete, but I have a few loose ends to tie up first."

"Oh?"

"Oh, yes." She moved closer.

"What loose ends could you possibly have?" He could smell her perfume—jasmine—as well as her own natural scent. It was intoxicating.

She placed her hand over one of his. "I know."

Staring at the delicate hand upon his, he answered, "Know what?"

"That you saw me."

"Excuse me?" He still stared at the hand.

She moved her hand up his arm. "It took me a while to realise, but I know you watched me."

He shifted away from her. This was too close…too much. "You're mad," he sneered.

She chuckled, "Oh, no. Once I realized that you were watching as I pleasured myself, or had others pleasure me, I purposely made sure you would see. These last several weeks, every time you saw me having sex, I was performing for you."

Severus looked at her in silence for a moment. "Why would you do such a thing? Why would you permit so many people to do that…those things to you?"

Hermione walked away from the desk and took a seat at nearby student table. Shrugging, she answered, "Pleasure? I don't know. Yes, those acts were very pleasurable. After the war, I suddenly craved pleasurable things, you see. My life since I turned eleven was not normal. I learned I was a witch, came to a magical school and suddenly, every year, my best friends and I wound up being very nearly killed. We were scared. For six solid years we were scared and then it was over. Happily and neatly over. So I just…let go.

"It started in Australia when I went to get my parents. Once I restored their memories, I lived it up. I met a few boys, tried some weed, and learned to crave pleasure…from the pot and the boys or girls, depending. That's where I got my piercings. Did you know," she smiled sexily, "that if I shorten the chains, the pulling sensation on my nipples and pussy enhance the pleasure? Sometimes, I would shorten them right before Potions and sit in class, thinking about pleasure; thinking about you giving me pleasure. I would have these little mini orgasms; I'm surprised you didn't hear my moaning. I even had a fantasy about you I used for when I was alone. You tied me up and took me into a classroom. There were all sorts of lovely toys, and you spanked me when I disobeyed you." She shivered at the memory.

"Miss Granger, please!" rasped Severus as he realised he was the man in the Pensieve memory.

"But, it was all fleeting, the pleasure," she continued. "After a while, there was no substance. Just momentary bouts of pleasure, and I began to need something more. It was that night you found me in the Prefect's Bathroom the first time. I smelled you; that's how I knew you were there. I wanted to see if your presence could enhance the pleasure. It did." She shivered in remembrance. "It was so naughty knowing you were there," she purred.

"That night, while in bed I thought about you. I wondered what sort of lover you would make. Would you be ruthless and rough, taking pleasure only for yourself? I admit that the idea of you as that sort of lover really turns me on. But more than that, I wondered what sort of man you would be as a friend or even a partner. We have much in common…books; we like to research; potions obviously." She laughed, "We don't like Quidditch. My only question to you is…do you like pleasure, Severus? Do you think I could bring you pleasure? Do you think I could bring you more than pleasure?"

Severus stood and went around his desk, stopping in front of Hermione. With his hand under her chin, he pulled her face up so she was looking at him. "I believe, Miss Granger, we could work and play very well together." He removed his hand from her chin and stood straighter, going into professor mode. "But there will be rules."

"Rules?" asked Hermione, a puzzled look on her face.

"Yes; during the established school hours, we will strictly be Master and Apprentice. No ifs, ands, or buts. However," he relaxed and nearly purred as he continued, "after hours, we will be Master and Apprentice in another way. Is that agreeable?"

"Oh, yes!" Hermione smiled and nodded.

"Would you do me a favour?" he asked.

"Of course, if I can."

"Would you…pleasure yourself for me? Right now? Would let me watch you dip your fingers deep into your pussy until you come?"

Hermione smiled and spread her legs, lifting one onto the table as she pulled up her skirt to reveal that she wore no knickers, the ring in her clit glinting in the candlelight. "With pleasure," she purred, her hand already touching herself.

Comments

[kinkfest-mod.livejournal.com]

\o/ Thank you!

[bonsaibetz.livejournal.com]

Thank you for taking up my prompt. More than that, THANK YOU for such a deliciously HOT answer to my prompt. Wow, that was an absolutely amazing take on the voyerism fetish. Nice turn about with her knowing, and the double entrdre of Master and apprentce at the end. And Snape stayed very much in canon too. Brava!

[worrywart1966.livejournal.com]

You're very welcome. Once I started being naughty, I couldn't help myself!! I am so pleased you liked it and caught my double entendre! Thank you, thank you!!

[teddyradiator.livejournal.com]

A really lovely piece about the power of voyeurism. but also about it's twin exhibitionism. i love voyeurism as a kink, and I really liked that you explained how he had come to enjoy voyeurism and why Hermione had become an exhibitionist. Sometimes these psychological explanations are as exciting as the kink itself. Brava!

[worrywart1966.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much. I felt it gave the story a bit of depth to understand how they came to enjoy their kinks. Your words mean a great deal to me!!

[articcat621.livejournal.com]

Damn, Worry!

*fans self*

That was hot! Loved it :D

[worrywart1966.livejournal.com]

I shall send you a fan! I am glad you enjoyed it. Thanks so much for reading! p.s. makes you sort of wonder about me, doesn't it?

[krissy-cits.livejournal.com]

Loved this even more the second time around! Great fic!!! I'm seeing a new niche for you... :)

[worrywart1966.livejournal.com]

Thank ye' dearie! your help was marvelous!

[llorolalluvia.livejournal.com]

This is so sexy!!! I want to read about their apprenticeship!!!

[worrywart1966.livejournal.com]

I might consider one....I'll have to think about it! Thanks for reading; I am glad you enjoyed it!