Hard Times for Severus Snape - (Editing)

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Chapter 13 ~ On Being a Snake in the Grass

The next morning, a rather tired and somewhat achy Hermione woke to knocking on her door. The witch had showered, threw on a nightgown and returned to bed after the Potions Master left. She slept like she hadn't slept in months. It was because she was so tired, that she mumbled, "I'm coming" rolled out of the bed, padded to the door and opened it.

The Potions Master was standing there in his Slytherin green house robe and black silk boxers, the robe open, revealing his chest, his dark eyes glittering at her.

Hermione looked at him sleepily.

"Professor?" she asked.

The Potions Master entered her room, backing her up in the process. He closed the door and stood there looking at her. He didn't say a word, but his boxers were tented.

It was then she saw the glow.

"Oh gods, Severus. No," she said, backing away from him.

"Hermione," the Professor breathed, walking towards her, a plea in his eyes.

Hermione sighed. She had promised she would tend to his glow. She just didn't think it would reassert itself so soon.

"All right," she said, "But…"

She didn't get a chance to finish as the Professor grabbed her, not too roughly however, and guided her to the bed. She tried to get into it to lie down, but he stopped her.

"On your hands and knees," he said, watching as she complied.

He climbed in after Hermione, positioned himself behind her and lifted her nightgown, revealing her smooth buttocks. He groaned in the back of his throat as he pulled his robe out of the way and lowered his boxers. He caressed her lower back for a few moments, sliding his palm over the curve of her ass, before placing his cock at her entrance, gripping her waist and sliding into her with a sigh of pleasure. Hermione hissed as he filled her with his girth and length.

He began to fuck her slowly, easing in and out of her heat almost reverently, his eyes closed as he stroked her gently, listening to her sighs of pleasure. The witch was fast forgetting her aches from the night before as Severus' cock worked its magic on her. Damn, he felt so good.

"I do?" the Potions Master asked her in a low, resonant voice, "How good do I feel Hermione?"
Hermione didn't realize she had said her thoughts out loud. When she didn't answer him, Severus released her waist and bent his lean body over her, placing his hands on either side of her, and lowered his lips to her ear, not missing a stroke.

"You are the one who feels goods, Hermione, wrapped around my cock, so tight, wet and warm. I feel as if I could fuck you the whole day, if you'd let me," he breathed in her ear.

Hermione let out a strangled sound at his words, and he felt a gush of lubrication wash over him.

"Ah," he said, starting to increase his power a bit, so her sighs of pleasure had a little hitch at the end of them, as his head collided with her cervix. "You liked to be talked to while being fucked, don't you Hermione?"

The witch let out a moan as she arched her back up against him, then pushed herself back forcing him deeper. She cried out as he hit a sweet spot. He eased up a little, not ready to bring her to her peak. Instead, he continued to talk to her.

"Should I tell you that you are beautiful, or that your pussy is delicious?" he asked her, increasing his speed, "Both are true, you know. Maybe I should tell you how much I like the way your pussy swallows down my huge cock, or how much pleasure you are giving your ex-potions Master with you hot little body."

Severus was letting the silk of his voice drape all over the witch, who was creaming herself as he spoke to her, therefore creaming him as well, as he stroked her a little deeper. Hermione was pushing back against the Potions Master, trying to take him deeper and harder. The witch had always loved strong sex, and now that he had her going, she needed more strength from him.

Severus knew what she needed, but he wasn't going to give it to her until she begged him for it, no matter how tempted he was to let go into that wonderful tight sheath of soft flesh, caressing and bathing his swollen shaft in warmth and wetness. The witch was so lubricated, even his balls were glistening from her juices. He bit his lip a moment, then ran his tongue behind her ear. Hermione whimpered and jerked against him as if he had touched her with a white-hot poker. Realizing she reacted to touch, he made a quick decision to be more intimate with her. Last night he hadn't kissed her once, letting sex be the connection between them. It had been enough at the time.

"You like to be licked, eh?" he whispered against her ear, then running his tongue around the delicate shell of it. She bucked against him, the angle of her pussy shifting deliciously and he groaned as he felt it. He wanted more motion from her, and leaned up a little, moving her hair gently off the back of her neck and shoulders, letting it rest on one side of her head, then pressed his lips to the side of her neck and began licking and sucking it.

"Oh gods, Severus" Hermione moaned. She began to swivel her hips in reaction as the Potions Masters cock and lips thrilled her body. He increased his power, burying himself in the witch faster and harder, sliding his lips over her neck and shoulders as he did so, listening as her words became unintelligible, her voice wracked with passion, pleasure and pain.

"Merlin," he breathed, flipping Hermione to her back, and taking her in the missionary position, looking down at her face. The witch was lost in pleasure, even more so than the night before, thrusting her hips to meet him, and wrapping her arms around his neck, drawing him down for the sweetest, hottest, deepest kiss he had in a long, long time. A first, the Potions Master tried to hold back…he didn't kiss. But the witch was so passionate, so wanton, so lovely that he couldn't deny her. When her tongue snaked into his mouth, it was electric, and the Potions Master responded, swirling his own muscle in her mouth and tasting her, then possessing her mouth as fully as he was possessing her body.

The couple rippled and flowed over each other, bodies undulating with pleasure, Severus rolling the witch to her side, and thrusting into her with abandon, their eyes locked, his smoldering with lust, hers soft with acceptance until their mouths met against. Severus was unable to keep from exploring the body giving him so much delight, and ran his hands over her curves and through her hair as he pistoned into her, gasping, hissing and grunting as his cock parted her softness over and over, Hermione emitting shrieks and groans from the ardor of his penetration.

Finally the witch came, arching and calling out his name as her orgasm exploded around him, Hermione felt like a living volcano erupting over Severus' cock, a combination of rolling magma and intense, almost crushing pressure.

"Shit! You hot little…" Severus gasped at her as he clutched her close, slammed into her forcefully and released with a long, animalistic growl, adding his liquid heat to her own, filling Hermione's pulsing pussy with his come. He held the witch against him, feeling her heart race against his own as his ejaculation slowed, then stopped, her body still contracting around his cock as the blood engorging it rolled back like a retreating army after battle, and he softened inside the witch.

They lay there for several minutes, holding each other, coming down from the sexual heights they had reached. The Potions Master's eyes were closed with satisfaction. Then he heard a kind of growl coming from the witch and opened his eyes.

Hermione's amber eyes were narrowed, and she was frowning at him.

"What's wrong?" he asked her, an eyebrow arched. Hermione drew herself back from his embrace.

She looked at him, accusingly.

"What's wrong? What's wrong is, you're still glowing," she said.

Oh shit.

Severus tried to whisper the spell to end the glow soft enough so she couldn't hear him, but she did.

"You bastard!" she cried, grabbing the pillow and hitting him with it with an amazing amount of force. The Professor scrambled, rolling out of the bed, pulling up his boxers, and trying to reach the door before she reached her wand.

"Stupefy!" he heard her shout and he leaped to the side as the spell hit the door.

"Hermione! Wait!" he gasped, trying desperately to open the door.

"Petrificus Totalus!" she screamed, and he ducked down, the spell passing over him.

"Animus Reptilicus!" Hermione yelled, hitting the Professor squarely with a blast.

There was a bright flash of green light, then the Professor disappeared. On the floor lay a two-foot snake, with strange black, green and white markings. It immediately coiled up defensively.

Hermione climbed out of the bed and approached the snake, her wand extended. The little snake hissed at her warningly.

"Don't you threaten me, Professor," she hissed back at the creature.

Using the wand, she swiftly and expertly pinned the snake's head to the floor, then picked it up with her thumb and forefinger held tightly around the neck just behind the wedge-shaped head. She looked into its black eyes as it wrapped its body around her arm.

"This form suits you, you sneaky git," she breathed at it.

Hermione carried the transformed Professor over to her nightstand and transformed a book into a glass terrarium, with some earth and a piece of thick branch inside. She unwound Severus from her arm with a little difficulty and dropped him in.

He immediately started to slither toward the top of the glass enclosure. Hermione quickly transformed another book into a mesh top and placed it on top of the terrarium, and laid another heavy book on top so the Professor couldn't force his way out.

The snake made a few attempts at escape, then gave up, slithering to the branch and coiling around it, looking at the witch with its black, unblinking eyes balefully.

Hermione scourgified herself and her bed, then sat down on the edge of it, staring in at the snake, a frown on her face.

"I can't believe you. You faked the glow so I'd fuck you," she said to the snake, who flicked its tongue at her several times in quick succession as if trying to explain.

The Professor's form made the witch realize she was dealing with a Slytherin. She should have expected something underhanded from the wizard. But damn, he had been even better than last night…more like a lover. She had loved it, too. His soft mouth, his hands, his tongue…

"No…you took advantage of me!" she said to the snake, pushing the pleasure out of her mind. "You fucked me under false pretenses!"

The snake weaved its head a little.

"Well, Mr. Make-Your-Own-Glow, you can just coil there for a few hours, if not a few days, until you learn to deal honestly with me. I kept Rita Skeeter for a couple of weeks. No one will think it strange if you don't appear at meals. They know you are working on a project," Hermione said to the reptile. She looked at the markings. The head was pale white, with black markings on the top that extended to the neck, then the top of the body was green all the way to the tip of the tail, while the underbelly was white two-thirds the way down before a band of black appeared, then the white continued down to the tail.

Hermione grinned. The snake had the markings of his skin, hair, house robe and boxers. The white was his face, naked chest and legs, the black on the head, his hair, the green, his robe and the band of black, his boxers.

"You can glow all you want in that form, Professor. We are incompatible. I have half a mind to find a female snake to put in there with you," she said thoughtfully.

The snake opened its mouth wide and hissed at her.

"Language, Professor," she said, smirking at the snake. Sullenly, the animal dropped its head to the dirt flooring, still looking at her.

Hermione looked at the transformed Professor. The bastard. A female snake might actually be the answer to keep him from transforming into some huge snake.

"Too bad Nagini's dead," the witch mused, causing a fresh hiss from the Professor.

"I think I'll head over to Hagrid's and see if he has a more fitting companion for the likes of you," she said, smiling at him wickedly. The snake struck at her, even though he had no fangs.

"Temper, temper, Professor," she said. "You started this. You'll think twice before trying to pull the silk sheets over my eyes again, won't you?"

The snake sighed.

The Potions Master knew it was dangerous to try and fool the witch…but fuck, he didn't expect her to turn him into a snake. Well, it was better than a ferret. Or a stinkbug.

Severus lay there coiled, looking up at her. He hoped Hermione's kind and forgiving Gryffindor nature would beat out her ability to hold a grudge. He didn't want to be a snake for the entire summer.

And she'd better not put a female in here.

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A/N: LOL! Well, he had practically said it was the danger that would make fooling Hermione fun…you get what you ask for. Please review.