Hermione\'s Revenge

Chapter 13 - Reedited Version

Hermione, Harry, and Ron spent the next several weeks preparing their revenge. In the meantime, they stalked Draco and his goons, especially at night when the hallways were dimly lit. Harry and Ron made use of the invisibility cloak to sneak up on him and suddenly appear out of nowhere, scaring him. They left Draco-voodoo dolls all over the school, each one stuck with pins and having a nametag saying: Property of Severus Snape.

One day, Draco was walking out of transfigurations not noticing that Hermione was following him under the invisibility cloak. She placed a charm on him while he walked to the Great Hall for lunch. Crabbe and Goyle were both walking with him when all three smelled a pungent odor.

“Gods Goyle! I told you not to do that anymore!” yelled Draco.

“It wasn’t me,” and they both looked at Crabbe.

“It wasn’t me either,” he insisted. The three continued to walk with the smell remaining as intense as it was when it started. As they got closer to the Great Hall, several students were covering their mouths and pointed to Draco, laughing.

“What color is my hair?” Draco asked.

“It’s still yellow,” said Crabbe.

“He means blond,” Goyle rolled his eyes. The three entered the Great Hall and made their way to the front of the Slytherin table. The laughter grew even louder and the students were pointing at Draco from every direction now.

“MISTER MALFOY!” screeched Professor McGonagall. “I SUGGEST THAT YOU VISIT THE BOY’S LAVATORY IMMEDIATELY!”

Draco looked at her like she had sprouted a second head. “What are you talking about Professor?”

“Look behind you Mister Malfoy!” her voice went up an octave. Draco, Crabbe and Goyle turned around and saw a trail of ferret droppings leading from him to the door he just walked through. He turned and stomped out of the Great Hall as the droppings continued to fall from under his robe.

Ron and Harry were turning blue from laughing and Hermione glanced up at Severus who was giving her a slight nod of approval.

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A few days later, Hermione was in the dungeons with Severus.

“Your methods of revenge are commendable my dear,” Severus purred in her ear as she was trying to brew a potion. Tingles went down her spine at hearing his voice vibrate so close to her.

“I’m not finished with him.” Severus raised an eyebrow, intrigued by her comment.

“May I ask what your are going to do?”

“No,” she said simply. He leaned his body further into hers and placed several kissesher her neck. Her legs were turning to jelly.

“What if I kiss it out of you?” he whispered, running his hands along her curves. She swallowed hard and stepped away from him, flushed.

“Severus,” she scolded, “You need to behave. I have to meet with Professor McGonagall in a few minutes and - well look it there.” Smirking, “I must have spilled my pumpkin juice on my skirt.” She lifted her skirt just enough, allowing him to view her long slender legs. Glancing up at him, she noticed him staring at her legs and she smiled, raising her skirt higher to reveal her thigh.

“Hermione, it’s time for you to go,” he hissed, quickly closing his robes to hide the bulge in his pants. Hermione had been paying close attention to how he reacted around her and was learning quickly how to turn the tables on him.

“But Severus,” she purred, letting go of her skirt, “I still have a few minutes.” She starred at him with hungry eyes, slowly walking toward him. He moved backward with every step she took in his direction, eventually pinning himself against his desk. She wasn’t touching him, but she was close enough to brush her lips against his.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to stay,” she whispered.

“I - um - ,”

“Is this Professor Snape, the dreaded Potions Master who can petrify a person with his deep, delicious voice? Is this the same man who is now standing in front of me, speechless?” she purred in his ear before kissing his ear lope.

“Hermione,” his voice was hoarse.

“Don’t worry. It’s time for me to leave. I will see you tomorrow,” she backed up and walked to the door. Turning around to look at him, she saw him still leaning against the desk. “Sweet dreams love.” With that she left. Having this much control over him was euphoric, but she knew he could easily have the same power over her.

Severus straightened up his robes and went back to finish the potion she had started earlier. He couldn’t believe he had surrendered himself powerless, but she unleashed an emotion in him he had managed to bury – lust. During his days as an active Death Eater, he was giving many opportunities to fulfill his sexual needs, but when he returned to Dumbledore, he buried many of his emotions that accompanied those activities. Now, Hermione was making his sexual needs surface. He knew he was in love with her and he also knew she was innocent. was was concerned about his lack of *practice*, making him feel insecure about the whole intimacy thing.

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Severus was walking down the hall toward the Great Hall for breakfast. He was in a good mood because he did indeed have some very sweet dreams, thanks to Hermione, who, unbeknownst to him, was following from a distance. Entering the Great Hall, he began to feel very warm.

“YOUR ROBES ARE ON FIRE!” screamed a Hufflepuff fifth year.

“I’LL SAVE YOU SIR!” screamed Hermione as she pounced from behind him, knocking him to the floor. Hermione was patting out the flames while most of the students were either snickering or still in shock from what they were witnessing.

“Miss Gra - Miss Grang,” he tried to speak, but every time the words came out, she patted him even harder. Lifting his robes to make sure the flames were out, he quickly rolled over to face her. In a low voice, he growled, “What the hell are you doing?”

“I was just curious about something,” she smirked.

He was almost afraid to ask, “What is that?”

“I wanted to know what color of underwear you wear,” she whispered. He quickly got to his feet, grabbed her by the arm and led her out into the hall.

“Why didn’t you just ask me?”

“You won’t tell me your middle name Severus. Why would you tell me what color your underwear has?”

“Why do you need to know this?”

“Because I have been looking at some sexy lingerie, and I just can’t decide which color to chose. I want it to match with what you are wearing,” she purred.

Severus crossed his arms and glared at her for a second. Then he raised an eyebrow as a sly expression took over his face. “I don’t wear underwear.” Hermione blushed eight shades of red. He turned and walked back into the Great Hall, leaving a very speechless Hermione.

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On Valentine’s Day, Hermione woke up to a room filled with red roses, assorted chocolates, and a variety of lingerie. Holding up a red, crotchless teddy that had holes for her breasts to stick out, she screamed from embarrassment. “He can’ ser serious!” she said. There was a note on the lingerie that read, ‘Oh, I am very serious.’ Curious, she inspected each piece of lingerie and blushed profusely. Some of the pieces she did not even know what they were for or which part of her body they were to cover. But maybe covering something was not the idea. On her desk was a lovely bouquet of lollipops with a note.

‘To My Love

Enjoy, but do not eat these in front of me. The thought of your tongue on my body is just too seductive.

With Love,
Me’

Hermione smiled, knowing exactly what she was going to do. (It is obvious, right?)

Later that day in Double Potions, Severus was lecturing the class, who was more interested in the Valentine’s Day dance that was to be held that night, than listening to a potion’s lecture.

Hermione reached into her bag and pulled out her white lollipop and quietly unwrapped it. When he finally looked at her, slowly took one lick and it turned yellow. Looking away, he was slightly shocked but continued to lecture. Glancing at her again, she gave it another lick and it turned pink. He couldn’t believe that she was doing this in front of the class. He was curious to see how far she would go, so he stared at her while continuing the lecture.

The lollipop turned from pink to red, green, blue, purple and finally black while she seductively licked it, swirling and flicking her tongue. .

Realizing he never had the class’ attention, he stopped lecturing. “Miss Granger,” Severus spoke in his silky drawl, “Are you enjoying yourself?”

“Yes sir,” she said, taking another lick. By this time the entire class had noticed and was paying attention to her instead of Snape. A few of the students were giggling while some of the boys were staring at her in disbelief. Ron’s eyes nearly fell out of his head while he stared at her speechless.

“Do you have any idea what that is?” Severus asked. She looked at him puzzled.

“A lollipop that changes colors,” she simply stated.

Noticing several students giggling along with most of the Slytherins, he said, “Miss Granger, I need to speak with you in private.” She got out of her seat and followed him to his office. Draco began laughing hysterical along with a few other Slytherins.

“What was that Ron?” asked Harry, not knowing what was going on.

“It’s a special candy that measures how well you use your tongue. When it turns black, it means you have perfected the techniques required for oral sex,” Ron turned as red as his hair at saying this.

The class heard a loud scream and “OH MY GODS!” Severus just explained to ioneione what the lollipop was for. The entire class erupted in laughter.

Inside his office, he placed a silencing charm on the door for more privacy. “I can’t believe that you sent this to me!” she screamed.

“I didn’t send this to you Hermione.”

“It was in my room this morning with a note from you!”

“Hermione, I promise you that I did not send this to you.” Hermione looked at the black lollipop and blushed. She was so embarrassed she was ready to cry. He pulled her into his arms and held her.

“Draco,” she hissed.

“What I am about to say is not going to be comforting, but I have to say it,” he began, “Watching you lick that lollipop until it turned black was one of the most arousing things I have ever seen.” She started giggling and he held her tighter.

“Tonight is the dance. Are you sure you don’t want to go?” he asked, hoping she hadn’t changed her mind.

“Yes, I am sure. I don’t like dances and besides, I want to spend the evening with you.” He breathed a sigh of relief having clearly not wanting to attend the dance either.

“By the way, thank you for the Valentine’s candies, although I couldn’t understand why they are all green,” he said. She was laughing.

“I’m sorry. There’s always been a joke about green making a person horny.”

“Horny?”

“Putting you in the mood.”

“Oh,” he said, “Does it work?”

“Did you eat the candy?”

“No.”

“Why not?” she asked.

“Bec Her Hermione, you have given me too many reasons not to trust your simple gifts and gestures. Did you receive the present I sent you?”

Hermione blushed, “You mean the lingerie?”

“Yes,” he smirked. “Did you try it on?” She face turned redder as she shook her head ‘no.’ “My, I am getting good. Is this the second or third time I have made you speechless?”

“Seve -” she began but he claimed her mouth kissing her deep and passionately.

He whispered, “Happy Valentine’s Day My Love.”

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That night in his rooms, they exchanged their real gifts. He gave her a beautiful silver necklace with two silver hearts inner twined with each other. A small diamond was placed on each heart. She gave him a pair of black silk pajamas along with a pair of black silk boxers. They both made out passionately and danced to a few songs that he provided, but he refused to model the silk pajamas and boxers. His reason was the silk maybe too arousing to his groin.