Woes of a Potions Master

Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to JKR. All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
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Chapter 16 ~ Back We Go to Statue Quo

Severus spent the rest of the night alternating between fucking and making love to Hermione, taking her over and over in every orifice until he felt her redeemed, suitably respectful and totally restored to him. The Potions Master had tied her to the bed for a few of his ministrations, but ended up having to release her in order to bend her the ways he wanted. “The Tickler” played a major role in Hermione’s reclamation as he experimented with what tapped areas seemed to drive her wildest. He finally decided her nipples and her labia were the witch’s two hotspots. The riding crop was now Severus’ favorite toy. He was sure it was going to get a lot of use in the years ahead.

In the wee hours of the morning, Severus finally rolled off Hermione’s quaking body completely spent. Ginny’s holding spell didn’t survive the rough night, and Hermione’s hair was now a mass of damp tangles. The witch was still recovering, still babbling softly from her husband’s spectacular finish, her breasts rising and falling as she struggled to return to the world of reason. Severus loved when he made her incoherent with pleasure, and he pulled her closer to him and spooned around her, his face resting on hers, cheek to cheek as he listened to her soft nonsensical utterings, his black eyes seeming to look out into some faraway place. From her jumbled words he could pick out his name, the phrases I love you, I’m sorry, so good, so strong, and a few obscenities.

During their most intense moments of passion, Hermione would cry out that she was a very bad girl, and deserved to be punished, which resulted in the lust-crazed Potions Master fucking her harder each time she said it. He figured she loved what he was doing to her, because of the number of times she repeated it, knowing he would oblige her brutally. The following morning Severus informed his aching wife she would be getting no healing potions from him on this occasion and would have to recover from their make-up sex naturally. He had really laid it on her, and wanted to see the results of their night together whenever he looked at her. This was his way of stroking his already greatly inflated male ego.

But Hermione’s masochism only went as far as the bedroom, she was sorry for all that happened, and gave herself to her husband’s passions willingly, but there was no way was she going to hobble around Hogwarts for the next two days…so she did what most wives would do in this situation. She agreed, then when his back was turned, raided his stores and got relief. She was a good enough actress to fool Severus and he never knew.

Ginny contacted her the next day by owl to find out all the juicy details, and begged her to send her a pensieve of the night’s events. Hermione hedged about this at first, but then figured that Ginny deserved to see. It wasn’t like anything she did with her husband would shock her. Ginny had probably done it all. So Hermione adapted a tiny pensieve to be a one-shot viewing, and sent her memories to the redheaded witch. After Ginny viewed it, the contents in the pensieve would evaporate.

When Ginny received Hermione’s pensieve, she locked herself in her bedroom, stuck her finger in the small bowl, and watched what transpired. She was playing with herself inside of two minutes of watching the lovers, and only made it to the part where Severus removed Hermione’s restraints and carried her to his bed, before she put the pensieve on the nightstand, opened her bedroom door and called for Geoffrey. He appeared almost instantly.

“Yes, Ginny?” he asked, looking at her with his brow furrowed.

When Ginny came home from work earlier, she told the slew of randy wizards waiting for her that she was spending time by herself today, and threatened to hex anyone that disturbed her. Everyone knew Ginny never bluffed, so many of the wizards either went home or just lounged about, finding their own entertainment. So Geoffrey was surprised when she called him.

The witch grabbed the startled wizard by the arm and yanked him into her bedroom, closing and warding the door behind him. She looked at him with hot eyes and started to undress, pulling both her button-up blouse and bra over her head, then sliding her pants and knickers off in one easy motion, her curly red bush exposed.

Geoffrey blinked at Ginny until he saw her breasts bounce into view, then he hastily removed his sandals, shirt, shorts and boxers. He didn’t know why fortune had smiled on him, because Ginny rarely ever let him fuck her alone. There was always at least one other wizard with him when he had sex with her. For whatever reason she decided to make him her only lover this time, he was grateful for it.

Naked, Ginny scooted back in the bed and crooked her finger at him to join her. He knew not to enter her bed unless she expressly asked him to. That was one of the Queen’s rules.

He joined her, and looked at her closely. She was very flushed, and her body trembled slightly. He could smell her readiness. Something had gotten the witch started. She certainly wasn’t this way when she arrived home half an hour ago. His dark brown eyes flicked over her body and his cock swelled instantly, ready for action.

“What do you want me to do, Ginny?” he asked her. He knew she wanted him to fuck her, but Ginny was usually very specific about what she expected from her lovers.

“I want you to fuck me as hard and as rough and as long as you can, Geoffrey,” she breathed.

Geoffrey’s eyebrows rose at this. Ginny had never given him free reign before. He felt his cock grow even harder, and he sucked in his breath. This was his chance to show her he could satisfy her. Him. Alone. Every muscle in his body bunched at this realization.

“Are you sure, Ginny?” he asked her hoarsely. She looked up at him, lust and need swimming in her brown eyes.

“Yes,” she replied, “And don’t you dare stop. I need this.”

Geoffrey smiled wickedly as he rolled on top of her and lifted her legs to his shoulders.

The wizard looked down at Ginny trapped beneath his body and positioned his cock at her entrance. Then he locked his brown eyes to hers.

“You needn’t worry about me stopping, “ he breathed, adjusting himself. ”I’ve wanted to fuck you this way for a long, long time, Miss Ginny Weasley. Just me and you.”

Ginny’s eyes widened as Geoffrey lifted his hips high and rammed his cock deep inside her, grunting loudly as he tore through her softness and hit bottom, the witch’s shrill shriek of surprise and pleasure ringing in his ears.

"Fuck, Geoffrey," Ginny groaned, her eyes glistening up at him as his ache reverberated through her.

"That's just what I intend to do," Geoffrey growled backat her.

Enthusiastically, the wizard went to work.

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The Professor dismissed his sixth year Potions class. He had been in a good mood, and only took twenty points from Gryffindor. The students placed their parchments on his desk and filed out of his classroom. He took out his red quill and started grading them immediately. A timid voice called him.

“Professor?” the voice said.

Severus looked up into the blue eyes of Miss Hedgewood. She stood in front of him, her books clasped to her chest. She looked a little frightened. Severus was in too good a mood to frighten her further.

“Yes, Miss Hedgewood?” he asked her, putting down his quill and folding his hands, looking at her expectantly.

“I…I just wanted to say that I’m sorry. I didn’t realize how you felt about us until you talked to me in the corridor. I never meant to cause you any distress. You are just someone I admire as a person. When the other students came up with the idea, I just went along with it. I’m really very, very sorry, sir,” the girl said, hunching her shoulders and preparing for another onslaught from him.

The Potions Master looked at her consideringly.

“Miss Hedgewood, I realized that you understood my feelings when I saw that you dropped out of the group before Albus put a ban on such activities. You are young, and the young make mistakes. So do those who have the advantage of years. You saw the error of your ways, and rectified them. I accept your apology, Miss Hedgewood. We need never discuss this matter again,” he said to the witch, who visibly slumped with relief.

“Thank you, Professor,” she said smiling, and turning to go.

“Oh, Miss Hedgewood?” the Professor called to her.

The witch turned back.

“Yes, Professor?” she asked him, her blue eyes searching his face.

“Do you still have that book of essays?” he asked her.

The witch rifled through her books and produced it.

“Yes sir, I always keep it with me,” she replied.

“Give it here,” Severus said, holding out his hand. The witch complied.

The Potions Master rifled through the book until he found the page he wanted. He picked up a quill and scrawled his name in the lower corner, then handed the book back to Miss Hedgewood.

“There is the signature you asked me for,” he said to her, his dark eyes observing her reaction. She danced a little.

“Oh, thank you sir! Thank you so, so, much!” she gushed, staring down at the book, then smiling at him broadly. “Wait until the others see. They are going to be so jealous!”

The witch grinned ear to ear. The Professor arched an eyebrow at her.

“Just don’t make them so jealous they start pestering me, Miss Hedgewood. If they do, I will hold you personally responsible,” he said scowling at her.

She blanched.

“Maybe…maybe I’ll just keep it to myself, sir,” she responded. The Professor nodded.

“Good-bye Professor Snape,” the witch said, turning and walking toward the door.

“Goodbye, Miss Hedgewood,” he replied, returning to his parchments, feeling rather pleased with himself. The witch exited.

Severus marked a few more parchments, then put his quill down and stretched luxuriously. He couldn’t think of a single thing that troubled him now. The Snapelets were disbanded, his wife was back in his bed where she belonged, and almost the entire Hogwarts staff was wracked with remorse concerning him. He ought to be able to cash in on their collective guilt for months to come. Severus smirked.

His woes were gone. Life was good again.

And that’s just the way he liked it.

THE END

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A/N: And that’s the end of “Woes of a Potions Master” Now, I know some of you would have liked a lemon scene with Geoffrey and Ginny, but my hand was sore from the last lemons squeezed…I am all juiced out for now. Maybe later I will expand the scene. But I hope you enjoyed this story. Please leave a last review.