Saving Miss Granger (Small Edit)

Chapter 10 ~ Stalking Miss Granger

In his pursuit of one Hermione Granger, Severus did as any good hunter would do. Instead of rushing forward with wand blazing, the Potions Master studied his quarry carefully, learning about Hermione's personal habits, preferences and daily routines. He often trailed the witch without her actually detecting him, sticking to the shadows and niches of the castle in the evenings and disillusioning himself during the day.

He found out Hermione liked to visit the lake in the early morning hours and sit quietly on a boulder gazing over the water, deep in thought. He would have liked to know what went through the witch's head at those times, her eyes would get so sad.

Perhaps, she was lonely and it was in the wee hours of the morning when she felt her solitude the most. Then, and in the dark of night. Severus knew all about solitude and loneliness, though he would never have admitted he was ever lonely. It would be deemed a weakness, and he had lived the kind of life where weakness and death went hand in hand. True, Voldemort was dead now, but the Potions Master still clung to the beliefs that sustained him for all those years of dark service.

Severus would stand in the shadows of the trees and watch her, thinking every morning that the lake would be the perfect place for a tryst, the two of them sharing their hunger beneath the rising sun on the lake's shore, the wizard driving the witch across the moist earth, Hermione's cries falling harsh and sweet on his ears. Some mornings he had to force himself to remain hidden, the witch would have such longing in her eyes as they rested on the far horizon.

It was almost the same longing he saw when Albus asked him to come to the infirmary that fateful afternoon. The Headmaster met him at the door, looking rather shaken and uncomfortable...

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"Severus, we have a bit of a situation concerning Miss Granger, and she is in dire need of...of assistance that neither Poppy nor I can provide . If she does not receive this assistance, then she will die," the Headmaster said to the wizard soberly.

Severus stared at Albus. Die? What in the world had the witch gotten herself into now?

"What is wrong with her, Headmaster?" Severus asked the wizard as they slowly walked through the infirmary.

Dumbledore chose his words carefully, stroking his beard as they made their way toward the hidden waiting room.

"She was accidentally hexed by a spell she was working on...one that she had only done rudimentary calculations upon. The spell was unrefined, Severus and so quite primal and powerful. She is suffering the base effects of it and will require much attention and care until it wears off. I shall have to enlist the help of others," the wizard said, his eyes drifting over the Potions Master appraisingly, "You are only one man after all."

Severus scowled inwardly and wished Albus would just come straight out with it.

"Again I ask you, Headmaster, what is wrong with her? What are the specifics?" he inquired impatiently. “If Poppy is unable to do anything for her, I am at a loss as to why you summoned me. I am no healer.”

Albus looked sidelong at the wizard, his lips quirked slightly.

“I am quite sure, Severus, that you are reasonably equipped to help Miss Granger and will be able to succeed where we have failed,” he replied obliquely.

The Potions Master fell silent as the Headmaster tapped a series of stones on the far wall, Severus memorizing the pattern as he did so. There were only four motions, so it was easy enough. The pair of wizards quickly walked through the wall and to a single wooden door recessed in the wall.

Albus looked at his Potions Master.

"When we enter this room you will see why we need you, Severus" the wizard said as he opened the door.

The Potions Master’s eyes studied the surroundings. He found himself in a very large room with a four-poster bed and other furniture. Poppy was sitting on a small wooden chair next to the bed, doing her best to sponge the Spell Mistress' forehead with a damp cloth, but was having a bit of difficulty because the witch wouldn’t stay still.

Hermione's eyes were closed and she was moaning and writhing almost incoherently. She was dressed in what seemed to be a very badly tied thin white paper robe. Interesting parts of her body were visible through the gap as she rolled back and forth, her legs sliding up and down the bed. She looked...well...wanton, the hem of the gown rising dangerously high on a very petite yet shapely thigh.

Albus quickly walked over to the witch and took her hand, caressing it gently. Hermione seemed to calm slightly. Severus moved a bit closer just as she opened her eyes. She looked at the Headmaster with such hunger that Severus was shocked.

"Have you come to help me, Headmaster?" she asked him softly, pulling at his hand insistently as if trying to get the old wizard to climb into the bed with her.

Albus shook his head.

"No my dear. You need a younger wizard than I to meet your needs at this time. I've brought Severus," he said gently as if talking to an invalid.

Miss Granger was like no invalid the Potions Master had ever seen as her hungry eyes turned on him. Her hardened nipples pressed against the flimsy paper gown, puckering it as tantalizing glimpses of her breasts and lower belly became visible because of her constant motion.

"Professor," she breathed with such longing that the wizard felt a powerful and immediate response in his nether regions.

He was horrified. This was Hermione Granger he was getting wood for...the bane of his existence for seven long years of his life. A witch he had known since she was a buck-toothed, bushy-haired, and aggravating little girl. But as his black eyes washed over Hermione' undulating body, it was painfully clear to the wizard she was a little girl no longer and his reaction was quite understandable.

"Professor, will you help me?" Hermione asked the wizard, a note of pleading in her voice as she looked at him. It was more than obvious what she wanted.

The wizard swallowed and looked at Poppy for a better explanation of her condition. The medi-witch was quite red but took a deep breath and revealed all.

"Severus, Hermione has been struck by a spell she was developing to increase a woman's libido and make sex more enjoyable. It ricocheted off of a niffler's cage when the creature moved and hit her full on. She has a terrible fever that only abates with she comes in contact with a male. Albus was able to bring her some comfort by touching her, but it quickly became apparent she is in dire need of more contact. Do you see that blue light?" she asked the wizard as she pointed to a light hung from the ceiling. It was a very dim blue.

He nodded.

"It reflects her physical condition much as my wand does when I examine a patient. As you can see...she is dying. The light is growing dimmer and dimmer. Now, please take her hand," Poppy directed, looking out of sorts at giving him such an instruction.

Albus made room for him and Severus moved closer to the bed. The old wizard placed Hermione's hand in his. Immediately, the light brightened for a moment before dimming again...yet not quite as dim as when he first entered the room. Poppy looked a bit relieved, but not much.

She pointed at the light.

"You see, Severus? The simplest contact with you improves her condition. But we do not want her hovering at such a low level of health. It will be harder for her to throw the spell off.”

Now Poppy looked as if her head would absolutely pop off from embarrassment. She was a modest witch and not used to prescribing the kind of treatment Hermione needed. But she sucked it in and told the Professor what he had to do.

“Severus...we need you to keep her...stimulated," Poppy said, her voice quavering. "Intimately stimulated. You must have intercourse with Miss Granger to keep her alive until we can get more assistance. Can you do this? It is a matter of life and death for the witch.”

Hermione was gently pulling on the wizard’s hand, trying to make him enter the bed, her amber eyes heated as she looked up at him, her body unable to stop its writhing motions. The light went a bit dimmer.

“Will you help me, Professor?” she asked him in a husky “give it to me” voice.

The wizard looked at Albus and Poppy, then back down at the witch.

He had never noticed how desirable Hermione was before, but then again he had never seen her in a skimpy little paper gown begging to be fucked before. The Potions Master didn’t have to think twice. This was the kind of service he didn’t mind performing.

“Yes, I will help you, Miss Granger,” the wizard replied, thinking the word ‘fuck’ was very interchangeable with the word ‘help’ at this moment.

Severus looked at Albus and Poppy again, both who were staring at the wizard, mixed emotions on their faces at his reply to the witch. He scowled.

“I presume you two will not be taking notes as I do this,” he said to them a bit sarcastically as he began to unbutton his robes. “Though you are welcome to do so. I have performed in front of an audience before.”

When he was in service to the Dark Lord, there were occasions where he acted as the despot’s personal porn star and was required to fuck female deatheaters to entertain him. Usually there were other deatheaters in attendance as a sort of dark cheering section. If Albus and Poppy wanted to watch, they could both pull up a chair as far as he was concerned.

Albus looked truly sad he could not take Severus up on his offer. Poppy was scandalized and would have taken him to task if not for Hermione needing his talents.

“I’m afraid I must go and summon the rest of the male staff to assist Miss Granger,” the Headmaster said, disappointment evident in his voice. Poppy looked at him sharply.

“The dirty old coot,” she thought.

Severus mentally went over the list of staff members in his head. A rather dubious lot. Miss Granger would need wizards who could go the distance if she were to survive.

“Headmaster, contact Lucius and Draco as well. I think we may be in need of backup if the staff is all you have,” the wizard said. “Lucius owes me a favor.”

Albus nodded.

“Possibly Harry and Ronald Weasley as well,” the Headmaster said, looking down at the witch as Severus removed his robes and started unbuttoning his cuffs. “The poor thing. How awful for her.”

Severus paused in his undressing. Harry Potter? As far as he knew Harry and Hermione had never been an item and were very platonic...indeed they acted more like siblings than friends in their interactions. How would the boy-who-lived react to the fact he’d have to fuck Hermione to keep her alive? It would be interesting to say the least. The Potions Master resumed removing his clothing.

Severus looked down at the witch and noticed she had fallen still and the blue indicator light was shining brightly. She must have found his undressing stimulating. The wizard felt a powerful throb and began to swell quickly. He turned so Poppy wouldn’t see how fiercely his trousers were tenting. Poppy had seen him naked before, but he was badly injured during those times. He didn’t feel comfortable with the elderly medi-witch seeing his erection. It was like getting hard in front of his mother. He began unbuttoning his shirt.

“Come Poppy,” Albus said, walking to the bedroom door. “I need you to help explain Hermione’s situation to the male staff and others once I have gathered them together. Miss Granger is in very capable hands. Severus will keep her alive.”

Poppy slowly followed Albus, looking back at Severus as he peeled off his shirt, the pattern of raised scars clearly visible, reminding her of what the wizard had gone through to save the wizarding world. Yes, Severus Snape was a dark wizard, but a dedicated one. He would look after the witch and no doubt derive some pleasure from doing it. He led such a lonely life after all. Miss Granger could have done worse. If Severus had not been available, Albus might have had to summon Filch to cover until he could find another wizard.

Poppy shuddered at the thought and followed Albus out the door.

Severus sat down on the edge of the bed to remove his boots and socks, looking at the silent witch as he did so. Hermione stared up at him, biting her lower lip.

“You know what I am about to do to you, Miss Granger,” he said to her as he pulled off one boot then the other.

“Yes, Professor. Thank you,” she said in a low voice, her eyes sweeping over his lean, taut body. He was better built than she ever imagined...much better built. Those severe black robes hid a lot.

She was weakening. He had to hurry. The wizard stood up and hurriedly unfastened his trousers, sliding them down and stepping out of them, kicking them aside. Then he removed his boxers.

Hermione’s eyes went wide.

“Dear gods,” she moaned as she looked at his erect, thick ten-inch tool.

She pulled her paper gown apart, tearing it, pulling it from underneath her and throwing it on the floor. The Professor smirked at her reaction to him before fighting back a hiss as his eyes fell on her body.

Hermione was small, but stacked. She had large breasts with brown nipples, a small waist but ample hips and thick, shapely thighs. Her bush was the same chestnut color as her hair and curled softly, neatly trimmed. She inadvertently spread her legs as she began to writhe again, and he caught a glimpse of pink. It was like showing red to a bull.

The Potions Master’s nostrils flared and he was on top of the witch in a moment. She arched against him hungrily, the blue light flashing brilliantly as he laid his body on top of hers and rested his loins between her thighs. The witch groaned as she felt his hard cock resting on her belly. It almost reached the bottom of her breasts.

“Please, Professor,” she breathed, moving beneath him wantonly.

Severus wasted no time raising himself up on his hands and positioning his cock at her entrance. He slid his pale fingers between her labia to check her readiness. The witch was soaked and squealed as his fingers touched her core. The Potions Master drew his hand back and found his digits dripping.

Hermione was not the kind of witch that fucked every Ron, Harry and Hagrid that caught her eye, so he tasted her juices, a look of bliss crossing his face as he sucked and licked every succulent drop from his fingers. The wizard looked down at her hotly. Damn, this was not a tryst...he was here to save her life. It would be unseemly to treat her like he would another witch who had come willingly to his bed. This would have to be straight missionary.

“Please!” Hermione said, pulling desperately on the small of his back, before her hands slipped to his buttocks, her small fingers working over his tensed muscles hungrily. That was all the wizard needed.

Severus pressed forward slight and could feel her tightness against his swollen head. Gods, this was going to be hard work keeping from filling her hot little body before Albus returned with reinforcements. He looked down at the witch.

“All right, Miss Granger...here is your ‘help.’ All ten inches of it,” he breathed, driving into the witch and gasping as her tight sleeve enveloped him in warm and wetness. He barely had time to take a breath before the witch shrieked and orgasmed, her pussy clamping down on him tightly as she boiled over him.

“Oh dear gods,” he groaned as he fell still and watched her go through the throes of climax, looking absolutely edible, the witch’s eyes fiery and half-lidded as she moaned and arched in sheer ecstasy, impaled on the wizard's hard and ample tool.

“You’re so gooooood, Professor,” Hermione whispered as soon as she was able to form a coherent sentence, rolling her pelvis deliciously, winding his organ around inside her body.

Severus groaned as if in pain before he began thrusting, pleasure quickly taking him over as Hermione’s luscious pussy caressed and sucked his plunging cock, his face contorted in bliss as she bathed him in her juices.

“Harder,” the witch breathed, pulling on his buttocks hungrily, her nails digging in slightly as she tried to manually increase his speed.

Circe, the witch was randy.

Albus had better hurry.

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A/N: I thought it would be nice to see how Severus was summoned to the infirmary and dealt with the situation of having to have sex with Hermione. Also a great excuse for more lemons before the pursuit got good and started. Lol to the wizard thinking Poppy and Albus could pull up chairs. My, he’s focused. Please review.