The Diaries of Hermione Granger and Severus Snape

August 10

 

11:23 am

 

Where do I begin? The last 24 hours have been unbelievably
chaotic and fruitful. They have also been incredibly erotic and overwhelmingly
disgusting.

 

It began yesterday morning at breakfast. She asked if she
could come by my office and discuss my teaching methods. How absolutely
ignorant does she think I am? No one in their right mind would employ my
methods of teaching. She is positively the most transparent Gryffindor I have
ever met. Her earlier cunning was obviously pure serendipity. I responded with
a brief…I think not. However, to my immense disgust; the Headmaster intervened
with some bullock about needing to aid our fellow colleagues. So, I found
myself telling her to be in my dungeons at 2 pm.

 

I thought I had prepared for all possibilities. However, I
was wrong. It never occurred to me that the “Bitches in Heat” would actually
show up and help KIA. I figured they would give her pointers, but let her do
all the work. I WAS WRONG! Dear Merlin, I was wrong…

 

KIA had the nerve to show up three seconds too early (she
did it to annoy me; she knows how I pride myself on punctuality).
    

 

No matter, I decided to play it cool. I continued reading
the book on my desk. After a few moments of silence (most unlike the precocious
KIA), I decided to look up and see what the problem was. That was a mistake,
one of many.

 

There she was standing in the very outfit I had sent her the
day before. She looked gorgeous. Her face had taken on this wonderful hue of
bronze and gold. Her body was truly delectable. Her skin was smoother than a
French Merlot sitting on the tongue.

 

I, apparently, gaped long enough for one of her cohorts to
magically tie me to my chair. I found this out when I tried to stand to put the
witch in her place. I asked her what she thought she was doing…she said taking
what was hers. Can you believe that? As if I am a possession to be owned. This
young twit was in serious trouble once I got out of these bonds.

 

She then flicked her wand and revealed Hooch, McGonagall and
Sprout. Bloody Hell, they were all going to pay when I got free!

 

I find myself shuddering in disgust while conveying the next
part of the event. Hooch, McGonagall, Sprout and KIA began belly dancing all
over my person. They were everywhere all at once…invading MY space in MY
dungeons. How dare they do this to me…

 

Within minutes, they changed their tactics. Professor Sprout
jumped in my lap and began dancing. Dear Morgana, the woman was possessed. If
the woman ever found herself without a teaching job, she might find a job as an
erotic dancer. She was actually very talented and to my horror…I was responding
to all their ministrations. Someone was running their hands through my hair. No
one had ever touched my hair in that manner. I found myself biting back a moan.
Another body was giving me a back rub with something other than their hands. I
liked it.

 

The song changed and KIA was in my lap. She was imitating
Sprout; however, she was doing a much more effective job.  I was rock
hard. She then clapped her hands with a snap and they all ceased their actions.


 

KIA asked me if I give. Give? Hell no, I did not give.

 

She informed me that it was not over. The twit placed a
patch over my eye. I felt bodies moving against me. I had no idea who was
where. I then felt my clothes being removed. The dungeons were quite cold, so
it was hard to say if my goose bumps were from their touch or the cool air.
Soon there after, I felt my body go into sensation overload. Someone was
sucking my fingers while another was licking and nipping my ear. I tried to
stifle the moan, but was not successful. I could hear my deranged colleagues
snigger in delight. Someone began grinding their hips into my groin. This was
quickly becoming a test of my endurance.

 

Once again I heard two claps and a snap. The old hags and
one young hag stopped their actions. KIA asked me if I gave.  Hmmm…let me
think. “NO!”

 

She murmured something again and I soon found my front side
being attacked by three grinding bodies. Behind me, someone was rubbing my head
with something. If I did not know better, I would think they were shaving my head.


 

Oh my gods and goddesses! They did shave my head and now
they were licking it. It was one of thst est erotic moments in my life.

 

She asked me again if I gave. I returned the same, simple
answer.

 

She retorted her standard response and moved one side of my
eye patch. She turned, flicked her wand and unlocked the door. In walked two
cross dressers sporting whips and chains.

 

They left me in there alone with these dominatrix, cross
dressing people. They began flicking their whips expertly around me. Coming as
close as possible, but never touching. They continued this for a while and
stopped. KIA sauntered sexily back into the room without her helpers. She
walked to me, drew fingfinger up my chest and cuffed me under the chin. Once
again, she asked me if I gave. I said an emphatic, “no.”

 

She snorted out her standard response and began a wonderful
tortuous trip down my chest with her mouth. She entices one nipple and then the
other. I was on fire. She continued her attention to my chest and began rubbing
my thigh. She was driving me mad. I threw my head back in rapturous desire. I
could deny her no longer. She asked me if I gave. I gasped out that I did.

 

She did not release me. Instead, she made her actions
bolder. I was close to the edge and the wench knew it. She told me to beg, as
if I had a choice at this point. I begged.

 

She released me from my binds. I jumped up taking her with
me. I hastily cleaned my desk, and pushed her backwards. I joined her to me. I
drove into her over and over. At one point she asked for more, I made a slight
adjustment and drove her home. Her body was dancing in ecstasy and soon she had
me joining her.

 

I dropped my head to her chest and caught my breath. As she
rubbed my bald head, I let her know that this was war.

 

She responded with slight amusement, “I certainly hope so.”

 

Can you believe that? Never in my wildest dreams would I
have dreamt that the young witch would be my lover. Not just my lover, but my
seducer. I had never been sthrathralled mentally and physically in my life.

 

I am sitting here at my desk watching her sleep. She woke me
twice more during the night. She is insatiable. And I love it. This should be
most interesting. Well, I must be going…I slipped her the weightless potion
about 20 minutes ago. Things should be getting very intriguing soon. I think a
good shag while taking a shower just might hit the spot. If not, we should have
time to test out another few ideas.