Professor Snape Bangs Again

Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to JKR. All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
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Chapter 11 ~ In the Still of the Night

Severus watched Hermione enter the bedroom and slam the door shut, the vibrator still in her hand. She let out another little stream of frustration, cursing him soundly in muggle terms. He smirked, feeling vindicated as the witch threw herself on the bed and tried to bring herself to completion, finally managing to work a small climax but looking no where near as satisfied as she did the first time.

She scowled.

The Professor actually grinned.

"Don't worry, Hermione. You'll get what you want when I come for what I want,' he said, closing the connection so he could actually get some work done.

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Hermione lay in the small twin bed for a moment, totally dissatisfied and pissed off at the wizard. Then she suddenly rolled out of the bed and began removing the leather outfit, flinging the clothing and stockings all over the room in a tantrum. Naked, she sat on the edge of the bed, flinging her hair back, and looked down at the sex toy she thought held all the answers to her sexual drought.

"Damn him," Hermione thought, thinking about how good the Potions Master felt when he started to fuck her, and how her ache increased when he pulled away and left her hanging on the edge of what she was sure would have been a beautiful climax.

Though Hermione managed a small orgasm from the vibrator, her body craved more of the wizard's cock. She had been wrong that he couldn't give her pleasure. It was more likely that on New Years Eve night he was too randy or too selfish to worry about her needs. Actually, he didn't seem too worried about them now either. But the fact remained, he could give a witch satisfaction. He could make her want more of him.

This wasn't good either. The Potions Master seemed to get immense satisfaction from leaving her hanging. It was as if he had just wanted to prove something to himself.

Hermione's eyes hardened and she looked around the room, her eyes falling on the wall mirror. She walked up to it and studied it closely. He knew about the vibrator. He must have watched her use it, and heard what she said to the sex toy afterwards.

That sneaky, voyeuristic fuck. He knew exactly what she had done, and had punished her for enjoying it by giving her even more pleasure then cutting it off. He was really a cruel wizard. Hermione walked over to her bed, pulled off the top sheet and draped it over the mirror. There. No more peep shows for Professor Snape. Until he came in and snatched the sheet down, that is. She fell into the bed and rolled over.

With the wizard playing games like this, the weekend was going to take forever to end.

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It took Severus about three hours to complete all his work. Besides the test, he had to mark three essay assignments he had been putting off. Despite his rather strict marking, he studiously read every pupil's attempt, no matter how horrible, hoping to glean at least something worthy from the text. Most of the time he was disappointed, but once in a while a bit of knowledge and critical thought shined through. He didn't include Hermione's work however. She always showed the ability to think critically, even in her first year. Marking her parchments was another case entirely.

The witch was brilliant, and knew she was brilliant. She made excellent grades easily in every class…and it wasn't even work for her. She breezed through her academic life, the only hitch in it, his class. She needed at least one area of struggle, one class where she was constantly striving and not treated as a goddess of knowledge, or she would come out of Hogwarts believing she could do no wrong. She needed humility…she needed to be challenged and checked, to know there was always more she could do, more she could accomplish. That there was no end to knowledge.

Actually, he had a bit of knowledge he wanted to impart to her right now…and it certainly wasn't intellectual. The wizard looked at his mirror.

"Show me the object of my desire," Severus said to it, expecting to see Hermione asleep in her bed. The mirror remained black. The wizard scowled.

"Show me the object of my desire," he commanded again, frowning at the bit of glass.

Still nothing. Was it broken?

He rose from his desk, retrieved his wand from his robes, and naked, walked up the hall to Hermione's door. He turned the knob. It was locked.

Severus' brow furrowed. So she locked the door against him in his own house. Not nice, Hermione. Not nice at all witch. Severus pointed his wand at the door.

"Alohamora," he said in a very low voice.

The door clicked and opened slightly. The room was dark.

"Lumos," the Potions Master whispered, then toned down the light from the tip of his wand as he stealthily entered the witch's room. She was asleep on her back, her arms flung up on either side of her head, her hair spread wildly on the pillows, her legs slightly open. She was quite accessible.

The Professor noted her sleeping position with approval. Despite her situation she wasn't sleeping in the fetal position. People who slept on their backs were more open to life than those that curled up protectively. Severus looked down at her, pointing his wand at her pubic hair.

In the case of witches, they were also more open to receive engorged cocks.

Severus turned toward the mirror and snorted softly. She had figured out he was watching her and covered it. As he yanked the sheet down, he considered removing all Hermione's bedding and making her sleep on the bare mattress for the length of her stay.

The witch sighed and shifted slightly in her sleep. Severus' cock hardened as her thighs moved back and forth. He placed his lit wand on the nightstand. It lent a soft, candle-like glow to the room. The wizard walked around to the end of the twin bed and carefully knelt on the mattress, easing his knees between Hermione's legs.

He rethought his current actions as he looked down at her pussy, then backed up and knelt on the floor instead. He gripped Hermione's ankles and quickly yanked the witch's body down the bed, wrapping his arms around her thighs, lifting them and diving into her core, his tongue lashing hungrily.

Hermione woke up with a shriek as she felt herself pulled down the bed, then gasped as she felt the Potions Master's mouth on her, licked, biting and sucking. She screamed and twisted ineffectively as he worked on her sensitive inner skin, inserting his tongue inside her, making her buckle as pleasure spread from her core up her body, her nipples hardening as her hands clutched at the bed covers. Severus sucked on her clit hard and she arched, crying out as thrill after thrill washed over her.

Damn, he could eat pussy.

Severus was enjoying Hermione's sweet, musky taste as more and more of her juices dribbled out of her, the witch bucking, hissing and crying out in pleasure. He had to hold her securely as he suckled and licked at her, running his tongue between her labia roughly, then tugging on her clit with his teeth before soothing it with his lips.

"Oh gods!" Hermione cried out as she writhed uncontrollably…this was almost too much. She began to thrust her pelvis against his mouth, one hand wrapping itself in his hair, pulling him closer reflexively. Suddenly Severus stopped and Hermione felt as if her heart stopped with him

"Nooo," she cried, lifting her head and looking down at the glistening mouthed wizard. His eyes glinted.

"Let go of my hair," he growled.

Hermione hadn't even realized she had locked her hand in his hair and quickly let go. The Potions Master dived back in again, and the pleasuring resumed.

His tongue feeling good to Hermione was just a side effect, however. He wanted to taste her pussy before he fucked her and that's precisely what the wizard was doing, to his heart's content. She was delicious. Severus had so little opportunity to indulge himself with a witch who was a pristine as Hermione, and intended to take full advantage of it. He tugged on her pubic hair with his teeth, making the witch hiss before he moved to her inner thighs, licking off all the lubrication. But she wanted him back at her center…she was ready to explode.

"Professor, please…" she sighed, pushing her hips forward hungrily.

Severus returned to her pussy, lapping and licking the witch until she was on the verge of orgasming, crying out and writhing loudly, then straightened, positioned his cock at her entrance, then rammed it deep inside her. The witch shrieked, buckled and came, her eyes rolling up into her head as she gushed around the wizard, her pussy clamping down, choking his cock as he hissed.

"Oh yes. Good one, Hermione," he growled, then he started fucking her through it, gripping the witch's waist and drawing her body into his stroke, her pulsing heat bathing his shaft lusciously.

The Potions Master closed his eyes and flung his head back, listening to Hermione's gasps and the sucking noises her pussy made as he buried his cock into her over and over. She was so wet and tight. He began to fuck her harder. He opened his eyes and looked down at the witch's jerking body, her breasts bouncing so deliciously, he just had to lean over and suckle one.

Hermione was in pure heaven. Damn, this was so fucking good. When the wizard's hot mouth engulfed her nipple, sucking and licking it, she arched up and released again, pouring over him, shuddering powerfully. Severus launched himself over her, lifting her legs over his arms and started pounding into her, slamming her body into the mattress at first, then driving her up the bed as she cried out.

But she certainly wasn't begging him to stop as he followed her, slamming his cock in her to the hilt. He had no doubt she wanted him this time, and he fucked her good, sweat pouring off his body as he took all of that sweet, young pussy, the veins in his pale arms standing out, his hips raising high then plunging his cock into her body over and over, his eyes rolling up with pleasure as he felt the tightening in his loins.

"Yessss," he hissed, falling on the witch, reaching under her body and gripping her shoulders, his black eyes locked on the witch's twisted face as he went into overdrive, his hips blurring as he rode her fast, his body rippling over hers, flowing and ebbing.

Hermione's eyes were wide open and she seemed to be looking at something far away as the wizard gave her what she wanted, completely unintentionally. She had wanted him this time, that was the difference. Every inch of him. Severus hadn't changed his mode of operation at all as he pummeled her.

Suddenly, Severus stiffened, slamming his cock deep inside the witch and letting out a long groan as his orgasm shot through him, filling her, his cock pressed into the witch's cervix so hard it throbbed as his fluids burst against it repeatedly, hot, creamy and powerful. The witch wrapped her legs around his waist and scissored him, pushing upward as another climax hit her, shrieking, her juices adding to the slippery wetness inside her.

Severus felt Hermione shuddering beneath him and was satisfied for the moment, his cock softening inside her. The moment his pulsing ended, he pulled out of her, the witch gasping as the contact broke and she was alone again.

Severus rose and looked down on her still undulating body.

"You're a wanton witch," he breathed, his deflated cock resting long and sated against his thigh. "That works in your favor. Good night…for now."

The Potions Master picked up his wand and exited the room, leaving the witch in darkness as he closed the door.

Hermione lay there in the dark, panting, her pussy throbbing from his ministrations.

"Damn," she breathed, looking up into the blackness, not wanting to move.

Sleep washed over her.

He'd been good.

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About three hours later, Severus returned to Hermione's room, his wand tip lit. He looked down on the sleeping witch. She was on her stomach this time. He grinned as he laid the wand on the nightstand and once again walked to the end of the bed, looking down at her plump ass. He would've taken her anally if it weren't so much work. Right now, he wanted the easy fuck. He climbed into the bed on his knees and pulled the witch to hers. Well, half-way. Her head was still on the pillow. She roused then came fully awake as he entered her.

"What the…" she breathed then gasped as the Potions Master hit bottom.

"I'm back," he announced with a groan, driving into the witch very quickly, his cock parting her soft flesh and sliding into her sheathe as he gripped her waist, yanking her back.

"Oh gods," she groaned as the wizard's huge organ invaded her body again, and warmth rose quickly inside her, becoming a longing for more ache as his loins slapped against her loudly, the odor of sex filling the small room once again.

Severus looked down, watching his cock sliding between her full globes, then he gripped her buttocks in both hands, leaning back a bit and spreading her so he could see better. Oh Merlin she had a pretty pussy. He began fucking her faster and harder, watching his possession, biting his lip as her lubrication gushed over him, making the way slicker, her juices coating his loins, balls and her ass.

The wizard let go of her flesh and leaned over her, his hands on either side of her body and hunched into the witch before gripping her shoulders and pulling her up on all fours, wrenching her back into him, watching the small of her back arch up as he fucked her. Again, there were no pleas to be released. Only cries of pleasure.

Severus was willing to bet now she'd give another wizard a shot. No witch could give her this. He began slamming into her brutally, fucking her in the established manner, and she gushed all over him, squealing as she orgasmed. He followed her, thrusting into her pulsing orifice and releasing with another groan, falling over her back and resting against it heavily as he filled her again. He could feel Hermione's heart racing against his chest.

Again, as soon as he finished pulsing the wizard withdrew. But this time he gave her a pat on the ass.

"I'll see you in the morning," Severus said to the witch, who collapsed on the bed on her stomach, still shuddering slightly as she looked at him, her face turned toward him as it rested against the pillow.

The wizard studied Hermione for a moment, picked up his wand and with the tip still lit, scourgified both her and the bed. Severus wanted her pussy fresh in the morning and not smelling of old sex. Most likely he would arrive before she had a chance to get up and take a shower. He was an early riser in more ways than one.

Again, he exited the room, leaving Hermione in darkness.

The witch was asleep before she could even consider what just happened.

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Severus scourgified himself as he walked to his bedroom and climbed into his large four-poster bed. He'd bring the witch here tomorrow and turn up the heat a peg. The wizard needed room for what he wanted to experience with her next. The twin bed was too small. He'd indulge himself with her and send her back to her room when they were finished.

His cock throbbed as he lay back on the pillows, his arms behind his head as he stared up at the ceiling. Yes, he would enjoy this weekend, making sure he had enough sex with the witch to tide him over until his next conquest. It would probably be with a witch with more experience and less tightness than the Gryffindor witch. But…Hermione was nothing but a dalliance like every other woman. The Potions Master had no desire to make her his paramour even if he wasn't in the Dark Lord's service. He just felt like fucking her. The wizard liked reaming the only female member of the Golden Trio, enjoyed sticking his cock into the supple little body of the goody-two-shoes Princess of Gryffindor. Her crown was certainly tarnished now.

Albus, Minerva and the rest of Hogwarts would continue to adore their innocent little know-it-all until she graduated, but only he'd know just how wrong they'd be in their rose-colored view of Hermione. She was no innocent.

Severus turned on his side, letting sated sleep slowly creep over his limbs.

Damn, Hermione had good pussy.

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A/N: Ah, Severus is in his element, and Hermione seems no worse for wear. Looks like she'll get something out of this weekend after all, if purely on a sexual level. Please review.