Hermione stepped into the dimly lit room, her heart pounding with anticipation. She'd heard rumors about the secret society that met here at Hogwarts, rumors of forbidden magic and taboo desires. And now she was finally going to find out for herself.
As she took in her surroundings, her breath hitched. The room was filled with students, all dressed in their finest robes, their eyes gleaming with excitement. And at the front of the room, standing behind a large oak desk, was Professor Snape himself.
Hermione felt a tingle of fear mixed with desire as she walked towards the front of the class. She knew she was taking a risk by coming here, but something deep inside her craved the thrill of the unknown.
When she reached the desk, Professor Snape looked up at her, his piercing gaze raking over the young witch before him, and his cold, black eyes narrowed into slits as he spoke in his signature sneering tone.
