Morpheus' Charm
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Detention
Morpheus' Charm
by Hellios
Chapter 1: Detention
There was a soft knock at the door.
“Enter,” Professor Snape said as his long fingers flicked through the pile of scrolls on his desk.
“Ah yes, Professor, begging your pardon, but I've brought the miscreant to you.”
“Is it that time already?” The professor looked up to see the caretaker, Argus Filch, scooting into his classroom, a shadowy figure in the doorway behind him.
Filch nodded, his eyes gleaming in the half light. “Friday evening, Sir.” His mouth opened in a phlegmy grin. “If you can't be bothered with this one, I'm sure I can make other arrangements.”
Professor Snape compressed his mouth into a thin, irritable line. “No, no,” he said as he waved Filch away, “leave it to me, I shan't be needing you again.”
“All right, Sir. No need to be testy, I was only trying to help.” Filch turned to glare over his shoulder. “Oi, you, get in here. You'll not be getting off easy.” He pulled the figure that was standbehibehind him into the classroom and she became visible in the light that spilled through the doorway.
She stood, head bowed and hands bunched together tightly. The Professor loomed up over his desk and moved to stand in front of her. Filch gave her a filthy leer, then scuttled off at the sneer from Professor Snape, closing the door behind him and leaving Master and Pupil in darkness and silence, alone.
“W wel well, well,” the Professor said, taking deliberate time to enunciate each word. The girl kept her head down and her hair fell in wayward curls around her slumped shoulders. “You've been a very naughty witch, Miss Granger, wouldn't you say?” His words were silky and insinuating and she mumbled a response. “What was that? Speak up, girl!” he barked.
Miss Granger jumped and looked up at her teacher. “Yes, Professor, I'm a bad girl.”
Ignoring the slight frown of confuson ton the girl's face, Professor Snape's smirk bordered on self-satisfied and he proceeded to stalk around his prey. As he walked, he said, “So, Miss Granger, you have admitted your crime. Please, could you tell us, whatever shall we do about this?”
She hesitated – although the correct response was obvious. She tried it out: “Um... Punish me?”
“Well done. Bravo. Almost seven years of training at this fine institution that is Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry has not corrupted your ability to reason.” He stopped behind her and placed his hands with care on her shoulders, then he leaned in so that he could speak into her ear. “But that has been just enough time for some of your more interesting features to develop.” His hands slid down, past her shoulders and reached for her bosoms.
Miss Granger gasped and stepped quickly away from him. “Professor! Sir! What are you...” She faced him as she spoke, her eyes flashing incredulity and panic.
“Oh, come now, Miss Granger, don't be coy. I know you want to be disciplined even as much as I want to be the one to chastise you. Everyone knows about our little arrangement, there's nothing to be concerned about.”
“But... What...” she stuttered, then jerked back as he took a step towards her.
She wasn't fast enough and he managed to grab her and pull her into his embrace. One of his hands slid down and cupped a bare buttock and she squealed at the contact of his cold fingers on her warm flesh, as much as at the realisation that she was suddenly naked.
“That's it, scream as much as you like, and in a little bit, I'll make you scream even more.” He pinched her bottom soundly which made her yelp again, then he pushed her onto the bed that was waiting for them.
Eyes going wide, Miss Granger realised that her Professor was also naked. She looked into his eyes, his face so close to hers, and saw the haze of lust that shadowed them. Something about him struck her, then. He wasn't nearly as greasy as she remembered him, nor was his skin as sallow. There were other slight changes, too – his teeth for example, were more straight and white, his nose stately rather than hooked and his hand... Oh god, his hand was moving between her legs. And it was making her hot.
Delicious sensations were whirling their way up from where his thumb was stroking her clit, and it embarrassed her to realise that she was wet and horny as hell.
His head bent down to her neck and he nuzzled at her while murmuring his pleasure at her own. Then, his fingers began to work inside her while his thumb kept up the rhythm on her clit. Miss Granger heard snatches of phrases from him in a low sultry voice as he kissed and nuzzled across her shoulders: “-- naughty, bad, witch --”, “-- make you scream --”. Without realising it, her pelvis began to grind up into his hand - Professor Snape's hand.
She fought with her body to pull away, but instead, frantically gripped at him as his mouth moved on to her breasts and his rhythm increased. Arching up into him, a groan of resignation escaped her even as her orgasm began to build. She had to leave, she didn't know why she had stayed as long as she had, but there was no way she could leave now.
“Come on, Miss Granger, don't disappoint me now,” he said hoarsely between licking and sucking at her hard, sensitive nipples.
She rocked blindly against him, her eyes squeezed shut and her head flung back. Lost to all else but sensation, she clenched around his hand and her orgasm shuddered through her. Opening her mouth, she cried out for him, “Revenio!”
~~~
Hermione Granger shivered as she came to herself. It took a moment before she could focus properly and then she saw the concerned faces of her friends hovering over her.
“You okay, Hermione?” Ron Weasly asked, his eyebrows drawing into a concerned frown. “We were worried you wouldn't wake up.”
Harry Potter had other ideas. “Did it work?” he asked eagarly, glancing at the charmed pendant that Hermione clutched in right her hand.
“Um, I don't know,” She blinked. She was still trying to process what had happened. Then, she remred.red. Oh god, she thought, Professor Snape made me come. Oh god. She sat up and dizziness hit her. “I think I'm...”
“It's okay, lie back down.” Ron patted her hand as he glared at Harry. “Take your time and tell us exactly what happened.
Hermione gulped and squeezed her eyes shut. She couldn't look at them – not while she could still feel the wetness between her legs and was still suffused with the afterglow of... Fuck!
Her eyes flew open and she grabbed at Ron's hand. “Did I..? Did you..? Did I say anything?” She felt her face go red. Ron shook his head and relief flooded through her.
“You did moan a couple of times,” said Harry matter of factly, “we thought you must be experiencing some pretty horrid stuff. It was Snape, after all.”
“Yeah,” Ron agreed. “We wondered if we should try and wake you but we weren't sure how that would affect the spell.”
Hermione gave the boys a weak smile. It never happened. Tell yourself that it never happened, she thought. “That was probably wise,” she said to Ron, “although, to be honest, I don't really remember much of anything.” She looked over at Harry who's face had dropped. “Sorry Harry. I'm going to have to do some more tests on the amulet. Better luck next time, okay?”
“Yeah, all right,” Harry nodded and patted her on the arm. “It was a good idea, though. If we could really infiltrate Voldemort's dreams, we could learn a lot.”
“I know,” Hermione nodded, “and I'll keep at it, I promise. If I can make it work on an Occlumens, like Snape, then I can make it work on anyone, right?”
~~~
On the other side of the castle, a disgruntled Potions Master found himself suddenly awake, the remnants of a rather erotic dream starting to fade from his mind. His hands were clutched around his pillow and his erection pressed painfully into the bed. He was far too bloody old for this, he thought as he winced.
Easing himself onto his back, he tried to capture what had made him so aroused in the first place and remembered the image of a firm yet soft female body pressing against him and shuddering with orgasmic pleasure. He smiled ruefully at the thought. It was rather over the top, but it seemed to be doing the trick.
He got busy and settled into the old routine of releasing the pressure in his cock.
by Hellios
Chapter 1: Detention
There was a soft knock at the door.
“Enter,” Professor Snape said as his long fingers flicked through the pile of scrolls on his desk.
“Ah yes, Professor, begging your pardon, but I've brought the miscreant to you.”
“Is it that time already?” The professor looked up to see the caretaker, Argus Filch, scooting into his classroom, a shadowy figure in the doorway behind him.
Filch nodded, his eyes gleaming in the half light. “Friday evening, Sir.” His mouth opened in a phlegmy grin. “If you can't be bothered with this one, I'm sure I can make other arrangements.”
Professor Snape compressed his mouth into a thin, irritable line. “No, no,” he said as he waved Filch away, “leave it to me, I shan't be needing you again.”
“All right, Sir. No need to be testy, I was only trying to help.” Filch turned to glare over his shoulder. “Oi, you, get in here. You'll not be getting off easy.” He pulled the figure that was standbehibehind him into the classroom and she became visible in the light that spilled through the doorway.
She stood, head bowed and hands bunched together tightly. The Professor loomed up over his desk and moved to stand in front of her. Filch gave her a filthy leer, then scuttled off at the sneer from Professor Snape, closing the door behind him and leaving Master and Pupil in darkness and silence, alone.
“W wel well, well,” the Professor said, taking deliberate time to enunciate each word. The girl kept her head down and her hair fell in wayward curls around her slumped shoulders. “You've been a very naughty witch, Miss Granger, wouldn't you say?” His words were silky and insinuating and she mumbled a response. “What was that? Speak up, girl!” he barked.
Miss Granger jumped and looked up at her teacher. “Yes, Professor, I'm a bad girl.”
Ignoring the slight frown of confuson ton the girl's face, Professor Snape's smirk bordered on self-satisfied and he proceeded to stalk around his prey. As he walked, he said, “So, Miss Granger, you have admitted your crime. Please, could you tell us, whatever shall we do about this?”
She hesitated – although the correct response was obvious. She tried it out: “Um... Punish me?”
“Well done. Bravo. Almost seven years of training at this fine institution that is Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry has not corrupted your ability to reason.” He stopped behind her and placed his hands with care on her shoulders, then he leaned in so that he could speak into her ear. “But that has been just enough time for some of your more interesting features to develop.” His hands slid down, past her shoulders and reached for her bosoms.
Miss Granger gasped and stepped quickly away from him. “Professor! Sir! What are you...” She faced him as she spoke, her eyes flashing incredulity and panic.
“Oh, come now, Miss Granger, don't be coy. I know you want to be disciplined even as much as I want to be the one to chastise you. Everyone knows about our little arrangement, there's nothing to be concerned about.”
“But... What...” she stuttered, then jerked back as he took a step towards her.
She wasn't fast enough and he managed to grab her and pull her into his embrace. One of his hands slid down and cupped a bare buttock and she squealed at the contact of his cold fingers on her warm flesh, as much as at the realisation that she was suddenly naked.
“That's it, scream as much as you like, and in a little bit, I'll make you scream even more.” He pinched her bottom soundly which made her yelp again, then he pushed her onto the bed that was waiting for them.
Eyes going wide, Miss Granger realised that her Professor was also naked. She looked into his eyes, his face so close to hers, and saw the haze of lust that shadowed them. Something about him struck her, then. He wasn't nearly as greasy as she remembered him, nor was his skin as sallow. There were other slight changes, too – his teeth for example, were more straight and white, his nose stately rather than hooked and his hand... Oh god, his hand was moving between her legs. And it was making her hot.
Delicious sensations were whirling their way up from where his thumb was stroking her clit, and it embarrassed her to realise that she was wet and horny as hell.
His head bent down to her neck and he nuzzled at her while murmuring his pleasure at her own. Then, his fingers began to work inside her while his thumb kept up the rhythm on her clit. Miss Granger heard snatches of phrases from him in a low sultry voice as he kissed and nuzzled across her shoulders: “-- naughty, bad, witch --”, “-- make you scream --”. Without realising it, her pelvis began to grind up into his hand - Professor Snape's hand.
She fought with her body to pull away, but instead, frantically gripped at him as his mouth moved on to her breasts and his rhythm increased. Arching up into him, a groan of resignation escaped her even as her orgasm began to build. She had to leave, she didn't know why she had stayed as long as she had, but there was no way she could leave now.
“Come on, Miss Granger, don't disappoint me now,” he said hoarsely between licking and sucking at her hard, sensitive nipples.
She rocked blindly against him, her eyes squeezed shut and her head flung back. Lost to all else but sensation, she clenched around his hand and her orgasm shuddered through her. Opening her mouth, she cried out for him, “Revenio!”
~~~
Hermione Granger shivered as she came to herself. It took a moment before she could focus properly and then she saw the concerned faces of her friends hovering over her.
“You okay, Hermione?” Ron Weasly asked, his eyebrows drawing into a concerned frown. “We were worried you wouldn't wake up.”
Harry Potter had other ideas. “Did it work?” he asked eagarly, glancing at the charmed pendant that Hermione clutched in right her hand.
“Um, I don't know,” She blinked. She was still trying to process what had happened. Then, she remred.red. Oh god, she thought, Professor Snape made me come. Oh god. She sat up and dizziness hit her. “I think I'm...”
“It's okay, lie back down.” Ron patted her hand as he glared at Harry. “Take your time and tell us exactly what happened.
Hermione gulped and squeezed her eyes shut. She couldn't look at them – not while she could still feel the wetness between her legs and was still suffused with the afterglow of... Fuck!
Her eyes flew open and she grabbed at Ron's hand. “Did I..? Did you..? Did I say anything?” She felt her face go red. Ron shook his head and relief flooded through her.
“You did moan a couple of times,” said Harry matter of factly, “we thought you must be experiencing some pretty horrid stuff. It was Snape, after all.”
“Yeah,” Ron agreed. “We wondered if we should try and wake you but we weren't sure how that would affect the spell.”
Hermione gave the boys a weak smile. It never happened. Tell yourself that it never happened, she thought. “That was probably wise,” she said to Ron, “although, to be honest, I don't really remember much of anything.” She looked over at Harry who's face had dropped. “Sorry Harry. I'm going to have to do some more tests on the amulet. Better luck next time, okay?”
“Yeah, all right,” Harry nodded and patted her on the arm. “It was a good idea, though. If we could really infiltrate Voldemort's dreams, we could learn a lot.”
“I know,” Hermione nodded, “and I'll keep at it, I promise. If I can make it work on an Occlumens, like Snape, then I can make it work on anyone, right?”
~~~
On the other side of the castle, a disgruntled Potions Master found himself suddenly awake, the remnants of a rather erotic dream starting to fade from his mind. His hands were clutched around his pillow and his erection pressed painfully into the bed. He was far too bloody old for this, he thought as he winced.
Easing himself onto his back, he tried to capture what had made him so aroused in the first place and remembered the image of a firm yet soft female body pressing against him and shuddering with orgasmic pleasure. He smiled ruefully at the thought. It was rather over the top, but it seemed to be doing the trick.
He got busy and settled into the old routine of releasing the pressure in his cock.