Once Upon a Potion's Class [Complete]

Once Upon a Potion's Class by Destiny M. Elkins

Chapter Ten - She Pricked More Than a Finger

Summary: Hermione loves fairy tales. Ron likes Hermione. So, he decides to give her a enchanted book of Muggle fairy tales from Flourish and Blott's. An incident in potion's class sends her and Professor Snape into the book where they will have to follow the stories to get out. Will they survive each other? [For the Inspired by Sleeping Beauty prompt on Mission:Insane via LJ.]


Title: Once Upon a Potion's Class
Chapter: 10 - She Pricked More Than a Finger
Author: MallowCakes
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Rating: R; HG/SS
Warnings: Sex! Finally lots of glorious sex! Het, of course. Getting it on while the rest of the kingdom is awaking of years of slumber. They are charged with this crime. Lol.
Disclaimer: Not mine, otherwise I would be off being rich somewhere... and Snape would've lived... Ron would've died... you get the picture.
Distribution: By appointment only.
AN: Thank you to my beta reader, Lo. Without her I don't think I'd survive! ^_^
AN, the second: I'm sorry this took so long, my lovely, lovely readers. You have no idea how sorry. It goes like this. 12 hours of work a day every day... now down to none. My husband and I got rather canned. Long story. Don't worry about it. Either way, kinda depressy at the moment and having writer's block. Also, having a bit of the ole' health issues at the moment. Nothing serious, you see, just keeping me from writing as well. I have one chapter left that's actually completely written and 5 left to be written so that's why I'm hesitating on uploads. So, I'm hoping this will give you a bit of what you wanted while I'm scrapping my life back together in order to bring you fanfiction. I PROMISE this will not become un-finished fic. I'm just having a bad go at life right now. I love you all. Have faith in me, please. Thanks. And as always you can find me on Facebook and Twitter, more so on Twitter... and Tumblr... if you're interested in that just let me know and I'll give you my addy on there. Ta for now! Love, Mallow.

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'Two left.' Hermione thought to herself as the smoke cleared and she saw that she was in a dark hallway by herself.

Having a slight fear of being alone in dark places, she took a small breath to steady her breathing and listened closely to the sounds around her. Somewhere to her left she could hear small noises. Turning, she went towards them and started feeling around until she found what she was looking for. A doorknob.

She turned the cold metal in her hand until she heard a click and she pushed forward. The door opened with a creak and she saw in front of her an old wooden spindle working of its own accord. With a sigh, she started walking toward it, not even able to stop if she wanted to.

Slowly she made her way over to the wooden spindle, the air in the room tightening as she started to sweat. Finally, she came close enough to touch it and as it pricked her finger, she fell backwards onto the bed that was near-by and her heavy eyes closed as she began to sleep.

The rest of the kingdom fell asleep too. The king and queen, the gardeners, the butlers, the maids, the dogs and chickens, everyone in the entire kingdom fell victim to the spell.

Around the entire kingdom grew a deadly patch of thorny briar roses, daring anyone to try to get past. Making it impossible to save them.

It quickly became a legend that there was a castle that was surrounded by thorns that no one could pass, but if one were so lucky, a sleeping beauty awaited you. Every day more and more brave knights would come and fail to break through the vines. Peasants, paupers and fishermen too. No one was too poor or paltry to try their luck, but none were able to budge the wall or thorns.

Years passed until finally a prince came from another land because he had heard the tale and also because he was told to by a certain dozing, bushy-haired pseudo-princess. For him it had only been a matter of days, thankfully this book that so often seemed to have a sense of humor has spared them both this one time.

Severus went to the castle and quickly slashed his way through the briar roses and thorns, confident that he could make his way through fast enough. His heart thudded heavy in his chest. The thought that they were almost out of this nightmare followed by the thought of how it had turned into the best thing that had ever happened to him raced through his mind. The next story would only need them to find Merlin and he would be back home in his own achy, Snapey body. He would be back in his cold, careless dungeon. He would be without her.

Going through the silent, eerie corridors he was careful not to step on any of the ageless, slumbering guards that were toppled over throughout the halls. He crept passed maids and butlers as if one wrong move would disturb everything. He rushed deeper through the castle and up into the cold reaches of the towers until he found the door that was described to him so long ago.

Standing in front of the door he wouldn't dare let a muscle move. Frozen where he stood, he took in a long breath and held it in his lungs. His heart was thudding faster now, blood pumping in his ears. He let the breath out as slow as he could and reached for the cold, metal doorknob. Silently, it turned and he pushed the door forward. The hinges creaking echoed loudly off the stone walls as he stepped through the open doorway.

There on the bed was the sleeping body of a girl he had grown to love. A woman. No, his student. Yet, he loved her and she lay before him silent and asleep. Dreaming of the not so far away bedroom that was hers, he assumed.

Each step he took forward seemed like it was an eternity as his heart went wild in his chest. He was feeling so many things he'd never felt before and he wasn't sure if it was the youth the many stories in this book had instilled in him or if he was actually feeling the legendary pangs of true love. All he knew was he wanted to feel her soft, full lips on his. Right. Now.

He reached the bed and leaned over her putting his lips not even an inch from hers. Savoring the moment he lingered there, not allowing the contact at first. Then, he closed the small space. He kissed her with everything in him, abandoning everything he knew that was not in this small room.

Below him he felt her stir and he moved to stand up, but before he could her arms snaked around his neck and pulled him back to her. Her body arched toward him and he could feel her smile against his lips.

“Hermione,” He managed to groan between kisses, “I don't think...”

“Don't think.” She said simply and pushed her lips harder to his. That is the exact moment he abandoned his senses.

He moved to lay above her, ran his hands over her sides and up lacing his fingers through her hair. She shivered in his arms, opening her mouth to slither her tongue between his lips.

He returned with his own tongue, running it across her bottom lip before removing his mouth and rushing to nibble at her neck. He heard a sharp intake of breath and smiled as he went across her collarbone.

With a deft hand, he unbuttoned the top of her dress and pulled it down off of her shoulders. A lacy, pink and white bra covered her heaving breasts and he could only stare as he watched them rise and fall with her nervous breaths.

He kissed a trail up her stomach as his right hand snaked around her to unhook her bra. Tossing it to the side he took in the site of tan nipples before taking one in his mouth.

A gasp escaped Hermione's throat as his tongue danced around one nipple and then the other. He molded her breasts with his hands before reaching to remove the rest of her dress to toss on the floor.

Under him she wore only the matching pink and white panties and he stopped to take her in.

It was then she caught sight of the bulge straining against his trousers. Staring into his eyes, she reached forward and grasped it lightly. Squeezing in quick succession caused him to buck against her hand and she smiled wickedly.

“Do you like that?” She asked innocently.

“You have no idea.” He replied.

She reached for the belt that held his pants in place and tugged it loose before pulling his pants and boxers to his knees.

Severus tossed his the rest of his clothes to the side before she had the chance and he was above her again kissing her everywhere. His hands moving down her side and between her legs, he pushed two fingers inside of her.

She let out a strangled moan as he worked his fingers inside of her. His mouth moved to her nipples again and she felt like she was on fire. He was the only one that could but the fire out. She burned only for him.

His teeth raked against her soft nipple and she gasped in surprise.

“Severus.” She moaned with pleasure, begging for more as she bucked against his hand.

“Patience, my dear.” He moved up to whisper in her ear, punctuating with a soft nibble on her ear lobe.

“Mm Mm.” Hermione protested, pushing him forward and moving out of her place on the bed.

Severus crooked a questioning eyebrow as she pushed him back down where she had just been.

With a coy look up at him she took his long, rigid, shaft into her waiting mouth. As it touched the back of her throat, he bucked against her and bit down on his bottom lip. She pulled back slowly, the skin pulling tight against his cock. His mouth fell open, allowing a moan to escape. Again she took him into her mouth, slower this time, feeling the fullness of it with her tongue.

Pulling her head back again, she let it free from her mouth and watched it bob slowly in front of her. She wrapped her hand around the shaft and stoked it slowly as she moved to run her tongue along his balls. He struggled with a gasp at the sensation that moved through him. His cock pulsed with heat as she moved her small hand with ease.

Hermione moved to nibble softly at the head before sitting up and straightening to move herself over top of him. With one swift movement she sheathed him inside of her with a soft whimper. He arched against her, rising and falling in tandem with her.

Slipping a hand between them, he found her clit and stroked it causing her inner muscles to clinch at him with each movement.

They were both gasping for air and clinging to this moment, never wanting it to end, but at the same time needing the release that would come when it did. Her breasts bouncing above him were enough to drive him mad with pleasure.

Able to stand it no longer, he grabbed her hips with both hands and thrust harshly into her. A second time, more brutal than the first. Alternating. Soft. Hard. Slow. Fast. Again. Bucking against her. A final hard thrust pushing her over the edge, her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she screamed. Sweat pouring down her face and her insides clinching wildly against him.

Severus let out a wild, primeval groan as he plunged into her one last time, spilling himself inside of her as a haze overtook him.

Hermione clasped against his chest with quick, ragged breathes.

Kissing the top of her sweat-soaked hair he sighed and said, “Do you think we fucked that up?”

“The story?” She replied just as the smoke started to cloud her vision, “Obviously not, but I hope we get some clothes. I don't want to meet Merlin stark naked!”

As the smoke cleared, Hermione realized she was indeed clothed and somehow standing up beside a clothed Severus. They were on the edge of a forest, near a castle and oddly enough, this time they were just themselves.

“I wasn't talking about the story, actually.” Severus said just under his breath.