Very Nearly Veela
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
31
Views:
57,837
Reviews:
163
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Currently Reading:
1
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This fic is a compilation of different authors. We do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. We do not make any money from the writing of this story.
More Surprises To Come
Chapter Fourteen – More Surprises to Come
“Yesss!!! That’s it witch!” Snape hissed, as he plunged his rod into her muff, it felt heavenly.
“Professor!!”
The slapping of their bodies was driving him wild, and as she called out his title he felt on the verge of cumming.
“Come for me Hermione.”
“Professor?”
Her body shuddered wildly under him, as he came inside of her.
“Professor!”
Panting, Snape narrowed his eyes, something didn’t seem quite right.
“Professor? Are you alright?”
Some idiot was banging on his door, but sleep was so intent on keeping him in the arms of this lush Veela, except..
“Professor Snape! Are you alright?”
Why was she outside the door calling his name when she was with him here?
His eyes popped open, to find himself in a mass of sheets, coated in cum, and a frustrated Hermione beating on his door.
“Professor Snape! Answer me.”
Trying to grasp the situation, sleep still clogging his mind, he looked towards the door, then at his mess, thank Merlin he had slept naked.
Finally, after a false start, and some more concerned noises from Hermione, he was able to croak out, “I’m fine.”
But that wasn’t enough to delay a concerned Hermione.
“Professor Snape are you sure? You were groaning, I was thinking something had gotten to you, or you were having a bad dream.”
Her honey dewed virgin sense of concern served to irritate him. Never mind that he seemed to be unable to keep his mind off from fucking her – he would deal with that later, most likely with a nice prostitute from Madam Nasty’s, he had to remember that the attraction to her was only because she had been Veeled.
Working his voice some more, he finally managed to purr out [ although we must admit, his purr was a little off] “No Hermione, it was a very good dream.”
He could hear her soft “Oh.” and imagined her face flaming brilliant red, at his insinuation.
Soft footsteps indicated to him, that she had left.
Sitting up, he looked at the mess he had made of his bed.
“Eli!” he called.
A houseelf promptly popped into his room.
“Yes sir, what will the sir be wanting sir?”
Untangling himself from his bedsheets, Snape indicated that his bed be cleaned.
A rather disturbing knowing look in the house elf’s eye caught Snapes attention, as the elf bowed with a pop, taking the bed sheets with him.
Muttering something unsavoury about house elves that know too much for their own good, Snape walked into the adjoining washroom to get prepared for the day, not forgetting to cast Econtra Esurio to avoid any more unpleasantness.
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Hermione was rather quiet over breakfast, as she kept casting glances towards Snape. She couldn’t get the tone of his voice out of her head, as he had told her “it was a very good dream”, and with his moans, which she had taken for displeasure, being for pleasure, for one could only assume in one direction that his tone of voice had implied for the cause of those groans.
Suppressing a little shudder, she tried to think about something else. But her mind kept going back to it. To be honest she had never really thought of Snape as a sexual creature, he was just Snape, who had taught potions and who hated the world.
And who nearly let her get raped. She couldn’t forget that.
But after what she had heard, his muffled groans and moving bed, suddenly an image of Snape fucking her into his bed flashed into her mind, and just as unbidden came the memory of him telling her to not influence him again with her Veela powers [ although she really had no idea how it had happened ] if she had wanted her chastity intact.
"No, no, no, Hermione! Stop these thoughts!"
Snape's voice broke in.
“Miss Granger, are you going to stop picking at your breakfast, or are you ready to go to Diagon Alley?”
Merlin his voice –
"NO HERMIONE STOP."
Forcing herself to look up at him, she gave him a weak smile.
“No sir, I’m not done. “
And with a force she didn’t know she had, she quickly finished her porridge, before running to her room.
Severus noted her odd behaviour with some interest. Something seemed to be bothering her. Narrowing his eyes, he let a small smirk play on his face, whatever it was he would get it out of her, somehow or another.
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AN: Sorry couldn’t resist myself. :) This is a Ms Figg story after all, and what’s a Ms Figg story without some of those reoccurring characters? ;D
I had to add this because, I like to keep Snape and Hermione simmering for awhile before anything actually happens. Half the fun is the pursuit. ;3
“Yesss!!! That’s it witch!” Snape hissed, as he plunged his rod into her muff, it felt heavenly.
“Professor!!”
The slapping of their bodies was driving him wild, and as she called out his title he felt on the verge of cumming.
“Come for me Hermione.”
“Professor?”
Her body shuddered wildly under him, as he came inside of her.
“Professor!”
Panting, Snape narrowed his eyes, something didn’t seem quite right.
“Professor? Are you alright?”
Some idiot was banging on his door, but sleep was so intent on keeping him in the arms of this lush Veela, except..
“Professor Snape! Are you alright?”
Why was she outside the door calling his name when she was with him here?
His eyes popped open, to find himself in a mass of sheets, coated in cum, and a frustrated Hermione beating on his door.
“Professor Snape! Answer me.”
Trying to grasp the situation, sleep still clogging his mind, he looked towards the door, then at his mess, thank Merlin he had slept naked.
Finally, after a false start, and some more concerned noises from Hermione, he was able to croak out, “I’m fine.”
But that wasn’t enough to delay a concerned Hermione.
“Professor Snape are you sure? You were groaning, I was thinking something had gotten to you, or you were having a bad dream.”
Her honey dewed virgin sense of concern served to irritate him. Never mind that he seemed to be unable to keep his mind off from fucking her – he would deal with that later, most likely with a nice prostitute from Madam Nasty’s, he had to remember that the attraction to her was only because she had been Veeled.
Working his voice some more, he finally managed to purr out [ although we must admit, his purr was a little off] “No Hermione, it was a very good dream.”
He could hear her soft “Oh.” and imagined her face flaming brilliant red, at his insinuation.
Soft footsteps indicated to him, that she had left.
Sitting up, he looked at the mess he had made of his bed.
“Eli!” he called.
A houseelf promptly popped into his room.
“Yes sir, what will the sir be wanting sir?”
Untangling himself from his bedsheets, Snape indicated that his bed be cleaned.
A rather disturbing knowing look in the house elf’s eye caught Snapes attention, as the elf bowed with a pop, taking the bed sheets with him.
Muttering something unsavoury about house elves that know too much for their own good, Snape walked into the adjoining washroom to get prepared for the day, not forgetting to cast Econtra Esurio to avoid any more unpleasantness.
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Hermione was rather quiet over breakfast, as she kept casting glances towards Snape. She couldn’t get the tone of his voice out of her head, as he had told her “it was a very good dream”, and with his moans, which she had taken for displeasure, being for pleasure, for one could only assume in one direction that his tone of voice had implied for the cause of those groans.
Suppressing a little shudder, she tried to think about something else. But her mind kept going back to it. To be honest she had never really thought of Snape as a sexual creature, he was just Snape, who had taught potions and who hated the world.
And who nearly let her get raped. She couldn’t forget that.
But after what she had heard, his muffled groans and moving bed, suddenly an image of Snape fucking her into his bed flashed into her mind, and just as unbidden came the memory of him telling her to not influence him again with her Veela powers [ although she really had no idea how it had happened ] if she had wanted her chastity intact.
"No, no, no, Hermione! Stop these thoughts!"
Snape's voice broke in.
“Miss Granger, are you going to stop picking at your breakfast, or are you ready to go to Diagon Alley?”
Merlin his voice –
"NO HERMIONE STOP."
Forcing herself to look up at him, she gave him a weak smile.
“No sir, I’m not done. “
And with a force she didn’t know she had, she quickly finished her porridge, before running to her room.
Severus noted her odd behaviour with some interest. Something seemed to be bothering her. Narrowing his eyes, he let a small smirk play on his face, whatever it was he would get it out of her, somehow or another.
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AN: Sorry couldn’t resist myself. :) This is a Ms Figg story after all, and what’s a Ms Figg story without some of those reoccurring characters? ;D
I had to add this because, I like to keep Snape and Hermione simmering for awhile before anything actually happens. Half the fun is the pursuit. ;3