Improper use of Potions

Author's Notes:

Warning! This story contains strong sexual content.

I just got finished reading some really good Snape/Hermistorstories. I couldn't help but write a little one of my own. There is just something about Snape that makes us wonder what the greasy bastard has under those robes of his. I guess girls really do love bad boys.


Disclaimer. J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter and Co. I own nothing.

The Improper Use of Potions


Chapter 01 Holiday.


It was the beginning of the Christmas holidays in Hermione's sixth year at Hogwarts. She had decided to remain at school so that her parents could take a romantic New Year's cruise together. She also stayed to get a jump on some studying for the new school term and to begin won aon a plan that she and Luna had come up with to help Harry with his problem.


Both she and Ron had noticed how depressed Harry had been since the start of the school year. After the death of his godfather, hd bed become very distant and reclusive. It was obvious that he was pushing his friends away to try to protect them from the Dark Lord. The problem was, this self-sacrifice of his was making him, and the rest of them, miserable. Hermione knew the danger that Harry was facing ahat hat there was a real possibility he might not survive another encounter with Voldemort. She figured that if Harry only had a short time left, than he should be able to enjoy it fully.


Ever since Ginny broke off her short two-week fling with Dean Thomas last summer, she had been trying to get Harry's attention. It occurred to Hermione that a girlfriend might be just the thing Harry needed. ouldould have to be someone that he could trust as well as love, and Ginny was the perfect choice.


Unfortunately, Hermione knew nothing about matchmaking, but she did know magic. Luna was the one that came up with the idea of using a Love Potion. Love Potions are considered a form of magical mind control and are therefore illegal. Hermione had to search the Restricted Section of the library for weeks until she found something that she could use. There were old attraction potions for animals, used to ensure that livestock would breed even in times of drought and famine. She was confident that she could modify the potion to fit their needs. Hermione only planned to use a couple of drops, so she would have to increase the potions potency to twenty times its original effectiveness.


For the last two weeks before the break, she and Luna had been gathering everything she would need to make the potion. Hermione knew that Luna had an ulterior motive for helping her. They were both going to the Burrow for Christmas Eve to spend the rest of the holidays with the Weasleys and Harry. The plan was to slip Harry the potion just before midnight, New Year's Eve, and make sure he and Ginny were alone together for a midnight kiss. She suspected Luna planned to use some of the potion on Ron as well. This was just fine with Hermione. Ron hadn't shown any interest in Luna yet, but he had shown some interest in her. ioneione had no wish to be in a romantic relationship with anyone while she was still in school, especially not with her best friend.


Tonks had told her that Professor Snape always left the school during the holidays to work with the Order. On the first day of the break, she waited for the Potions Master to leave. She would need seven undisturbed hours in the Potions classroom to complete her task. It was almost noon before she spotted Snape from her dorm window, leaving by mainmain gate. She quickly gathered up all her ingredients and Potions books and headed for the dungeons. As soon as she made sure that there was no one around to disturb her, she set to work on her potion.


Hermione used a large twenty-liter cauldron. She would have to boil down the ingredients to a reduction in order to concentrate the potion's strength. About three hours into the process, the heat and the steam from the cauldron began making the classroom very uncomfortable. To get some relief, she removed her school robes, jumper and tie. She had to keep pulling on her blouse to prevent it from sticking to her skin.


After six hours, the potion was nearly complete; all she had to do was add a pinch of Powdered Bloodworms to it. The Bloodworms would cause the potion to evaporate more quickly, concentrating it to the desired potency.


As soon as she thought the potion had reached its final stage, she picked up the jar of Powdered Bwormworms and took out a pinch to add to the cauldron.


"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE MISS GRANGER!" a voice yelled from behind her.


She was so startled by the voice that she dropped the entire jar of Bloodworms into the potion. She watched as the jar disappeared below the surface and sank to the bottom. As violet-colored fumes rose from the cauldron her shoulders slumped with thalizalization the potion had been ruined.


"Well, Miss Granger, I'm waiting for an explanation," the voice said.


She turned to see Professor Snape standing a couple of feet behind her. She silently cursed herself for not putting a locking charm on the door. Quickly thinking up what she hoped would be a believable lie she said, "Professor, I was just experimenting with a new potion I thought I might use next year for my Potions N.E.W.T's. It's never too early to start, you know."


"I see," he said, with a sneer on his face. He then swept past her to the other side of her worktable. He placed both of his hands on the table, bending forward to stare her straight in the eyes, and said through clenched teeth, "Miss Granger, I'm sure you're aware that it's against school rules for a student to attempt a potion without a teacher present."


Hermione bit her bottom lip nervously as she tried to think of something that would get her out of this mess. Finally she said, "Sorry Professor, I really didn't want to disturb any of the staff while they were on holiday. I had heard that you would be gone for the break and didn't think you would mind."


Snape continued to stare at her with his cold, dark eyes and said menacingly, "Miss Granger, you of all people should know why we have this rule in effect. You spent a week in the infirmary after attempting a similar bit of folly your second year, did you not?"


"Yesofesofessor," she answered weakly.


He took his attention away from her and looked down at the remaining ingredients on the table. With out looking up he asked her, "Just what sort of potion were you attempting Miss Granger?"


"It's a form of Pepper-up Potion I thought I'd try. I was hoping to make it last a little longer," she answered.


She knew the ingredient to that potion were very close to what she had on the table. As she finished her answer she glanced up to meet Snape's look of obvious disbelief, his right eyebrow raised high.


With an air of knowing superiority to his voice, he said, "Miss Granger, I have been around immature hormonal teenagers long enough to spot a Love Potion when I see one."


Hermione couldn't speak; she just stared at her Professor as cold fear clutched at her heart. The Potions Master looked frighteningly dangerous to her as he stood amid the swirling, purple fumes of her failed potion.

iss iss Granger, Love Potions are highly illegal. Just attempting to make one is grounds for a student's expulsion," he said darkly.


The thought of being expelled made Hermione start to tremble. She knew that Snape wouldn't pass up any opportunity to get her or one of her friends kicked out of Hogwarts.


"Unfortunately, Miss Granger, I have yet to get the Headmaster to agree to expel any student for this crime to date. I doubt that he or Professor McGonagall will make a exception for you." Hermione let out a small sigh of relief at hearing she wouldn't be expelled. "But, Miss Granger, since you decided to use my class room for your little criminal enterprise, it is well within my authority to punish you as I see fit. Seventy-five points from Gryffindor and one week's detention with Mr. Filch as soon as the new term starts."


Hermione felt terrible. She hadn't lost this many house points since her first year and a week's detention in the middle of winter with Filch was not going to be any picnic. But she also knew it could have been a lot worse.


Leaning in from across the table, Snape looked her straight in the eyes again. He then said in a low menacing voice, "Miss Granger, I will also be sending a note to Madam Pince in the Library letting her know that you are to be banned from the Restricted Section for the next two school terms."


Hermione stood there in shock; this was almost as bad as being expelled. There was no way she could properly prepare for her N.E.W.T's without the books in the Restricted Section. The greasy bad knd knew just how to hurt her.


Hermione was just about to protest the Professor's ban when she noticed that he was no longer looking her in the eye. Instead he was staring quite intensely at her chest. When she looked down she noticed her white blouse was stuck to her. Six hours in the hot, humid room had made it nearly see-through. Both B-cups of her bra were clearly visible. 'This perverted Troll is staring atbreabreasts,' she thought to herself. She looked back up at him. Just as she was about to confront him with his behavior, she noticed that he was doing something that she had never seen him do in the six years she has known him. Professor Snape was sweating, not just a little but a lot.


Concerned that there might be something wrong with him, she said, "Professor, are you feeling ok?"


The sound of her voice seemed to snap him out of his trance. He shook his head if if to remove the cobwebs from his brain. He looked her in the eyes and then looked down at the cauldron between them. "Miss Granger, just what did you drop in this potion when I entered the room?" he asked.


"A jar of Powdered Bloodworm, Professor," she answered.


"A whole jar?"


"Yes sir."


Snape looked around at the violet-colorteamteam that continued to fill the room. "The Bloodworm is vaporizing the potion. I'll have to get rid of this before everyone in the castle is poisoned," he said. He took his wand out of his robe and pointed it at the cauldron. His wand hand started to shake.


To Hermione, it appeared as if he was having trouble remembering the banishing spell; a spell he'd used every day in his class for years. She noticed the sweat was still pouring from his browhe she stared at his long, crooked nose and then looked down at his long, graceful hands. 'I wonder if the rest of him is so well proportioned.' She was stunned at the thought that had just run through her head. 'I can't believe I just had a sexual thought about Professor Snape.' She suddenly realized in horror that the potion fumes must be affecting them.


Snape's shaking was starting to get worse. He dropped his wand on the floor and tightly gripped the sides of the table with both his hands. "Are you all right, Professor?" she asked.


"Miss Granger, please leave this room immediately." His eyes were tightly close and now his legs were starting to tremble.


"Professor, maybe you should come with me. I think you need to see Madam Pomfrey."


"Just do as you are told, Miss Granger," he ground out between clenched teeth, his voice beginning to crack.


"Yes, Professor," she said as she headed for toor.oor. As she reached the steps and placed her hand on the door handle, she noticed that the potion fumes had gathered above her in the doorway. "Professor, if I ophe dhe door, the fumes will escape into the rest of the school."


"DAMMIT GIRL, LEAVE WHILE YOU STILL CAN!" he shouted at her.


Hermione didn't know if he was threatening her or just concerned about the effect the fumes would have on her. Snape's legs finally gave out on him; he sank to the floor on his knees. Hermione didn't know if it was the potion fumes or something else, but she couldn't bring herself to leave, not with the Professor still in this condition. She released the door handle and made her way back through the violet fumes until she stood next to him.


She reached down and grabbed him by the right arm. With all her strength she lifted him to his feet. His face was contorted as if in pain; his eyes were still tightly shut. Hermione placed a hand on his right cheek and said, "Don't worry Sir, I won't leave."


Snape's eyes flew open at the sound of her voice. They were no longer the cold, unfeeling eyes she had become use to; they were the eyes of a hungry predator that had spotted its prey. Suddenly afraid, Hermione quickly withdrew her hand from his face. Snape stood up, towering in front of her; his shakes seemed to have left him. When she looked up into his eyes, she could tell that the hunger there was only growing stronger. 'Run you stupid girl before he kills you,' the voice in her head told her, but her body refused to listen. Part of her was terrified, only wanting to flee. But the part of her that was in control only wanted to see what he would do next.


Suddenly, Snape reached out and grabbed her under her armpits with both his hands. He lifted her straight into the air as if she weighed nothing. He then spun around and dropped her on a nearby empty worktable. The wind was knocked out of her when she landed on her back. In a flash he was hovering over her. He placed both of his hands on her breasts, slowly kneading them with his powerful hands. He then closed his fists grabbing hold of her blouse. With a single powerful pull, he tore open her blouse sending bottoms flying in every direction. Hermione sucked in a quick breath as the warm air in the room rushed over her exposed chest. She desperately wanted to tell him to stop, but couldn't get any words to form in her mouth.


Snape took hold he che cups of her bra with both his hands; he pulled them down below her breasts exposing both of her small pink nippleHe qHe quickly lowered his mouth to her left beast, taking her nipple in his teeth. Hermione couldn't believe the sensations that were running through her body as he started sucking and teasing her nipple with his tongue.


She had never felt more confused; her right hand was on sho shoulder trying to push him away, while her left hand was buried in his hair holdinm tom to her breast. Snape switched from her left breast to her right. She let out a low moan as he started to pleasure her right side. His mouth seemed charged, sending electricity through her, filling her body with sexual energy.


After a couple a minutes, Snape lifted his head from her chest looking her in the eyes again. Hermione looked back at him, disappointed that he had stopped. He slid down her body and off the table. He then placed his arms under her knees and lifted her legs skyward. With one hand he pushed her pleated skirt up over her abdomen and buttocks exposing her belly and blue and white striped knickers. He grabbed the waistband with his right hand and with one mighty pull ripped her knickers from her. Snape didn't waste any time, he quickly dove between her legs burrowing his face into her flesh.


Hermione had never felt anything like this before. The sensation of his tongue tracing up and down her folds was pure ecstasy. She reached out and took two handfuls of his hair, forcing him deeper into her. Snape placed one hand above his face and with his thumb started to rub her sensitive nub. Her body jerked in response as she began to moan uncontrollably. He them forced her lips apart with his powerful tongue and began to invade her core. This was too much for Hermione, she released her hold on his hair and fell back flat on the table panting heavily, her hips arching up meet him. Snape then brought up his other hand and inserted two of his fingers to join his tongue. Hermione let out a scream of pleasure as he started to move his fingers in and out of her. The sensation was so powerful it caused her to arch her back off the table so that only the back of her head and her buttock were supporting her as she writhed in pleasure.


She could feel the force of her passion building within her and knew that she couldn't control it much longer. It wasn't long before the pleasure overtook her. A throbbing wave of energy burst through her body as she let out a howl of ecstasy. She felt her juices flow as she climaxed. She lay perfectly still upon the tabletop, trying to catch her breath. There was almost no strength left in her body.


Snape rose up in front of her. He reached out and took hold of her hips with his hands and slid her off the table. He then spun her around and pressed her chest flat on the tabletop. Her naked rear-end was completely exposed to him.


As Hermione lay there trying to catch her breath, she could hear him tearing at his clothes. Within seconds she heard his slacks hit the floor. Hermione gasped as she suddenly felt swo swollen mushroom head of his member press against her folds. She could not believe that she was about to lose her virginity here in the Potions classroom to the most hated Professor in Hogwarts. She was only sixteen and he had to be nearly forty. Even so, there was no place or situation she would rather be in than the one she was in right now.


Snape leaned forward, pressing his bare chest against her back. He brought his head down next to hers as if he was going to whisper something in her ear, but he said nothing. Instead, he opened his mouth and took her sensitive earlobe in his teeth. At the same time as he bit down on her ear, he thrust himself forward tearing through her maidenhood. Hermione let out an ear-piercing scream. The pain was greater that any she had ever felt before, but it was still not enough to diminish the pleasure she was feeling. She reached out and tightly grasped the table's far edge, digging her fingernails into the wood. Snape pulled himself nearly out of her and them rammed himself fully back into her again. She let out another scream of pain and increased her grip on the table. He started to stroke himself in and out of her at a slow, even pace. Quickly her pain was replaced with the most incredible pleasure.


Snape placed his left hand under her cand and lifted her head from the table. He then placed his right hand on her breast, pinching and twisting the passion-hardened nipple. Hermione couldn't control the thoughts now running though her head. Some unknown animal instinct within her wanted desperately to taste her Professor. She opened her mouth and bit down hard on his left hand. As the blood flowed from his hand into her mouth he made no attempted to remove it. Snape increased his speed. Hermione opened her mouth to let out a low moan, releasing his hand.


Snape then placed both of his hands on her shoulders. Using her for leverage, he began to thrust into her with all of his strength. Hermione could feel the tension building in her body once again; it was even greater than before. Suddenly she felt a burst of fluid fill her inside as Snape let out a scream of his own. The muscles in her inner walls tightened, milking the last spasms of pleasure from him as exquisite tremors rocked through her body once again and she quickly joined her Professor in his climax.


With all the energy quickly leaking out of her, Hermione was unable to hold on to the table. As the strength left her legs she fell back into Snape, sending them both sliding to the floor. Lying there, she could feel his hot breath on the back of her neck. She was still desperately trying to catch her own breath. She could feel that he was still inside her but was too tired to do anything about it now. With every last bit of energy drained from their bodies, unconsciousness quickly overtook them both.


When Hermione finally woke, it was to discover she was in the school infirmary. It was now morning. She looked up to find herself staring into the eyes of a very worried-looking Dumbledore and a very angry-looking Remus Lupin.