Hard Times for Severus Snape - (Editing)

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Chapter 10 ~ Opening Up

Hermione tested the ward by placing the spell on an empty bowl, then letting a bit of the creature's sperm drip into it. The bowl glowed a bright gold and the sounds of clanging bells sounded, creating quite a din, so Hermione covered her ears.

At that moment, Severus opened the door scowling.

"What is that infernal racket?" he shouted over the noise. Hermione flicked her wand over the bowl, lifting the ward. All went silent.

"I've completed the alarm ward," she said, turning toward him..

"It will make all that noise?" the Professor asked, looking at the bowl of come, then back at Hermione.

"Yes, it will. I want to be sure no matter where I am, I hear it," Hermione said, "You saw the pensieve. You know what your transformed self is like."

"I saw quite a few things in the pensieve, Miss Granger," the Professor said quietly.

"Well, whenever the potion begins to kick in, first a golden glow will appear. The intensity of it will identify how much you are being affected by the potion, and will give a visual warning you are falling under its influence. It will become almost blinding if you are completely lost to it. Then bells will sound if you begin to transform. When they sound, after a one minute delay, powerful wards will be triggered to lock you in whatever space you are occupying until you transform back to your normal state. I've worked in a repelling spell so the creature will not be able to use its strength to escape, and I don't think it has the intellectual capacity to break wards. So you will be safely contained. You will have stay in the dungeons until the potion wears off, Professor. You took a fresh dose today, so we don't know how long it will take to wear off," she said, his comment about the pensieve not lost on her.

The Professor simply stared at her, his dark eyes resting on her consideringly.

Hermione flushed at his perusal and approached him with her wand raised.

"I have to ward you, Professor," she said.

Severus looked down on the witch, and nodded, thinking how easy she would be to lift.

"Sexus Alarmus," Hermione said, casting the spell. A bright golden light surrounded the wizard for a moment, then faded. The Professor looked at her.

"That's not proper Latin," he said.

"I know. I improvised. It doesn't have to be a real language. It is the intent that matters," she responded.

"The intent…" the Professor said softly, his eyes fixed on her face.

Hermione looked up at him, feeling a quiver in her belly at his look.

"Miss Granger, sit down," Severus said, eyeing the stool next to the witch. Hermione sat.

"I think we need to talk, particularly after viewing the pensieve," he said.

Oh gods. What was he going to say?

"Seeing the creature was disturbing, to say the least," the Professor began, "but it was seeing me, and your reaction to me before I transformed that sticks in my mind, Miss Granger."

The Potions Master looked at Hermione piercingly.

"Miss Granger, are you sexually attracted to me?" he asked her, scowling a bit to hide his lust. Then he amended his question and asked a little quieter, "I mean to ask, are you still sexually attracted to me? I know you were in your seventh year."

Hermione sat there, staring at the dark wizard as he looked at her intently. His face was unreadable. But he had seen the pensieve, and her reaction to him. She had no choice but to be honest. Her eyes dropped to the floor.

"Yes, Professor, I am," she replied.

Severus' expression softened a bit as his eyes raked over the witch. She was extremely curvaceous, the skimpy little tee shirt hugging her breasts, which were starting to show hard peaks. His black eyes settled on this evidence of her arousal for a moment, then flicked back up to her face.

"I presume you are not a virgin, Miss Granger," he asked her. "How many partners have you had? And how old were they?"

"That is none of your business," Hermione said, trying to maintain control of this situation. Again the Professor's eyes moved over her body like a caress.

"It may soon be," he said silkily, letting the promise in his voice wash over the witch. He knew what it did to women.

"What do you mean?" Hermione asked him, a hard knot forming in her stomach.

"Just answer the question, Hermione," Severus said with irritation. He was impatient.

Hermione looked at him. He had used her given name. She blinked at the Potions Master for several seconds.

"Four partners," she said, blushing a little. "All about my age."

"Were you in a relationship with any of them?" he asked her quietly.

"With two of them, yes. But they didn't work out. We were too different when it came to our goals," she said softly, her eyes going a little misty.

"I suppose your studies had something to do with that?" Severus asked her, already knowing that this would be the case. The witch wouldn't have time for romance while attending school. She would be too focused on her work and her marks.

"Yes. My first partner was also studying Potions. He was extremely bright, intelligent, handsome. We became study partners…"

"And it progressed," Severus said. It was an old story. Falling in love between the lines.

"Yes. Xavier began to lose focus and wanted all my time, and all…well you know. He wanted to fuck all the time. We broke up because of that. School was more important to me. The same thing happened with Derrick. I gave up after that."

Severus looked Hermione over again. He could understand the young wizards' point of view. Hermione looked as if she could be quite addictive.

"But you had two more partners," the Professor said, pressing her

"More like fuck-buddies. There was no commitment. We were friends that slept together on occasion. A witch has needs," Hermione said candidly. This was getting easier. She wasn't a student of the Professor's anymore. She was a grown woman now. There could be only one reason he was asking her questions of this nature. He wanted to be added to her list of partners.

"I see. How was the sex?" the Professor asked her. Hermione reddened a bit.

"Pleasant," she replied.

"Only pleasant?" the Professor questioned her, an eyebrow raised. "Sex should be more than pleasant."

"Well, it was good enough. It satisfied my urges," she responded quietly.

Severus looked at her for a moment, then stepped closer to her. He noticed her breathing quickened.

"Do you have any 'urges' you need satisfied now, Hermione?" he asked her seductively.

Hermione dropped her eyes toward the floor again and didn't answer him, her stomach rolling as if it were full of tumbling stones. She was aware of warmth pooling at her core. Damn.

The Potions Master lifted her chin gently. His hand was more gentle than she could have ever imagined. His black eyes looked into hers.

"Are there urges you would like met by me, Hermione?" he breathed at her. "Because I will meet them if you tell me yes. I saw your reaction to me in the pensieve, and I am intrigued by you. I would like to know firsthand what you are like in the throes of passion. And I am not an inexperienced wizard, Hermione. I am built to please."

Hermione began to tremble slightly. The Professor was seducing her, and it wasn't the potion now. She knew he was built to please. She saw it for herself. How could he not please a woman with a cock that big? Heat pulsed between her legs, spreading to her belly and throughout her body.

Severus noticed Hermione trembling immediately. He was already aroused, but her reaction caused a powerful burst of lust to rush through him. He barely managed to restrain himself, knowing her desire was so strong. The way he was feeling right now, if she said yes, he'd take her right here in the lab.

"Why are you trembling?" he asked the witch.

"I don't know," she whispered, "You."

"Me? I'm making you tremble? Am I frightening you?" the Professor asked, toying with her.

"No," Hermione answered, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Tell me, then. What am I doing to you?" he inquired. Even in his state of arousal, the Professor couldn't help taunting the witch. It was in his nature.

Hermione looked up at him. then a slight frown creased her face.

"You know what you're doing to me Professor," she said, her voice a little stronger now. "You're playing with me. Teasing me."

The Professor looked at the witch, then said, Were you aware there are two definitions for the word 'tease' that may apply here, Hermione? The first means to arouse hope, desire, or curiosity without satisfying them…"

He paused for a moment, letting the first definition sink in.

"The second means 'to tear into pieces.' Now which one do you feel fits your claim?"

Hermione slid off the stool, and put some space between herself and the Potions Master, who was giving off such strong sexual vibes, he was like a magnet, pulling her toward him by her core. He turned and watched her, a small smirk on his face.

"Miss Granger, this is something I never thought I'd see. You not answering a question directed to you. Aren't you ruining your record of having an answer for everything?," he purred at her

"The first definition applies," Hermione said, feeling she could breathe again. But the feeling was short-lived. The Professor strode over to her, and stood with only a few inches between them, looking down at her, the smirk gone. There was only hunger in his black eyes.

Hermione swallowed. The way he was looking at her made her think maybe his second definition might apply also if she let him have her.

"I assure you, Hermione, I am not teasing you. If you give me leave I will satisfy your every hope, desire and curiosity concerning me," he said softly, "you only have to say yes. One small word. Yes."

Hermione could feel heat wafting off his body, and she tingled for contact with him, fighting the urge to lean forward into the hard body hidden beneath those robes.

"Professor," she said with a little hoarseness, "If I said 'yes' it would complicate things between us. I am here to serve as your apprentice for the summer. It would make things awkward. How could we work together?" she asked him.

"My work is sexual in nature, Hermione. You are aware of this. I have no test subjects…I only have a female apprentice. Since my experiments have been blacklists by the network of "lab rats" I usually use, who do you think I am going to have to turn to when the potion is perfected and needs to be tested?" he asked her, returning a question for a question.

"Me." She said softly.

"Yes you. And I need to set up a control. I won't know if there are any changes if I have never fucked you without taking the potion. Your desire for me will make the experiment much more pleasant for you," the Professor said persuasively.

Hermione frowned.

"Do you want me because you desire me, Professor, or is the only reason you are interested in fucking me is to complete your project successfully?" she asked him. If it were the latter, Hermione would probably still let him fuck her because she was so randy for the pale, sexy wizard, but it would be so much more satisfying to know he had some need for her as well.

The Potions Master didn't know this as he wavered a bit. The wizard decided Hermione would respond better to honesty. He felt he had to let the walls down if he wanted to bed the witch

"The potion is an excuse, Hermione. I couldn't touch you when you were my student. The risk of scandal was too great. But you are a young woman now, with some experience. I can do more than merely touch you, if you would let me. I could give you more pleasure than you ever imagined in your fantasies," he said, his voice dropping, "I know what you want from me, and how you want it because of your fantasies. I can give that to you. I do desire you, greatly."

In Hermione's fantasies, the Potions Master ravished her roughly in every single one. The Professor was fine with that. He had a tendency to ravish women anyway once he got his cock in them. He got quite a few complaints from severely reamed partners about this "tendency" of his afterwards, not that it mattered as he lay there panting and sated. It would be nice to have a partner that wanted it for once.

Hermione felt her heart swell at his admission of being drawn to her because of his desire. She knew that this was only a physical attraction between them, but it was an honest one so she felt there would be some connection there. It wouldn't be love, but it would be real. Plus she had wanted him since…well…it felt like forever.

Hermione was silent as she looked up at him. Unable to resist, the Professor looked into her mind and saw himself on top of her in her bed, the witch's legs thrown over his shoulders, her body jerking, her mouth open, apparently crying out as he stared down at her driving his cock into her small, curvaceous body for all he was worth. Yes, that was what she wanted. He wanted it too. A powerful pulse of desire shot down his spine and into his cock. The wizard fought back a groan as his desire took him over.

"Say yes," Severus hissed at her, his face contorting as he barely controlled himself. He wanted her now. "Say yes and I will do to you what's in your mind right now, Hermione."

But he didn't wait for her to say it. The Potions Master swept the startled witch up into his arms and carried her out of the lab and back into his study, hissing a ward at the door as they passed through it. He locked his black eyes to her face as he strode toward her bedroom.

Hermione's heart was pounding as the Professor carried her. He had picked her up as if she weighed nothing at all Now he was looking at her as if he were going to devour her as they drew closer to her bedroom.

"Professor…" she began. He looked down at her.

"Call me Severus right now, Hermione. I want to hear you crying out my given name when I take you," he breathed at her as he twisted the knob on her bedroom door, then kicked it open with his foot.

They walked in and the Professor set her down, and walked back, closing the door. He turned back to her, then thrust his hand out.

"Divesto!" he hissed.

Suddenly Hermione was naked. Gasping, she tried to cover herself with her hands and arms, bending her body as the Professor looked at her with glittering eyes.

"Don't cover yourself. Let me see you," he breathed at her.

Slowly Hermione uncovered herself and straightened. The Professor's black eyes swept over her body, pausing at her full breasts, the dark nipples hardened to peaks, then drifting over her flat belly before focusing on her chestnut bush. He drank in how her hips flared out from her small waist, and how thick her thighs were. She was perfect.

"Turn around," he said hoarsely, his throat going dry as he studied the beautiful witch in front of him. He could smell her arousal. Hermione turned around and heard his breathing speed up. She could almost feel his eyes on her body, and another gush of lubrication flowed out of her.

"Divesto!" he hissed.

When Hermione turned back around, the Potions Master was naked. Every muscle in his lean, powerful body was tensed, and his enormous cock bounced as he looked at her. Severus watched as her amber eyes swept over his body, and went hot. Yes.

In one stride the Potions Master was on her, picking the witch up and falling to the bed on top of her, crushing her soft body under his. This wouldn't be gentle, that much was sure. He pulled the rubber band out of her hair, releasing it, then rolled off Hermione long enough to pull her up in the bed so her head rested on the pillow. The Potions Master then climbed back on top of her, raised himself a bit and started to hoist her legs over his shoulders.

"I'm sorry about the lack of foreplay, Hermione," he breathed down at her as he lifted her other leg and positioned his cock at the panting witch's entrance, "but I think we are both beyond the need for it."

Hermione couldn't speak for two reasons.

The first was that she was so hot for the Professor, it felt as if her throat were constricted.

The second was, he was beginning to glow.

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A/N: Woohoo. Severus is glowing. Now…Hermione knows that the potion is kicking in. Will she: A: Tell him and give him the chance to do the right thing and let her go? B: Wrestle away from him and take off? Or C: Let him do her anyway? Ah, decisions, decisions. Lol. Please review.