Professor Snape Bangs Again

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Chapter 17 ~ An Ending and a New Beginning

"You're a nasty little witch, Hermione. You loved this weekend, didn't you?" the wizard said to the witch as he fucked her fast and hard, spanking her as she did so and listening to her cries of pleasure. His cock was absolutely covered in wetness, shining as if glazed as he penetrated Hermione over and over.

"You liked getting fucked. You liked sucking my cock. You liked me treating you like a little wanton, creeping into your room and waking you up by slamming my cock into your tight little pussy. Being my sex slave got you off," the wizard hissed at her, slamming into her harder, both hands clutching her small waist and pulling her into his stroke.

"I think you may have gotten the best of this little bargain witch," he breathed, leaning over her and nipping her shoulder, which made her wriggle furiously, her pussy shifting around his cock deliciously. "Cock and a scholarship. What more could a randy little witch like you desire? Except more cock…"

Severus pulled out of the witch, yanked her upward then threw her into the bed, climbing on top of her, lifting her legs and pinning her arms down by the wrists. Hermione writhed beneath him as he poised himself above her, her amber eyes fixed on his pale, angular face, her breasts heaving with passion

"You want more cock, don't you Hermione?" Severus asked her, a growl in his voice. He was ready to give it to her every juicy inch.

As much as the witch was into the dour wizard, she still couldn't bring herself to just say she wanted his cock. But he was going to make her say it.

The Potions Master looked down at her, his eyes hard.

"I guess it's safe to assume you don't want anymore of me," he said in a quiet voice, starting to climb off of her.

Before she knew what she was doing, Hermione clutched at his slim waist, pulling him back with surprising strength.

"No," she gasped at him. "No, Professor…Severus. Don't stop."

Severus repositioned her legs and grasped her wrist again.

"Tell me what you want then, witch. Tell me plainly," he said, pressing the head of his cock against her entrance, then shifting upward so it parted her labia and rubbed over her clit. Hermione moaned, her amber eyes hot.

"Tell me," the wizard insisted, returning his cock to her pussy and easing it in just a bit. "Tell me and I'll give you all you want."

Hermione hissed as she slid around his girth, just a little. His cock was so hot and hard, and her pussy so wet and aching for fullness.

"I want you," she whispered.

"No. It's not me you want. It's what's attached to me," he replied, rolling his pelvis, the head of his cock stretching her entrance as it whirled. "What's attached to me, Hermione?"

The witch couldn't take his teasing any more. She felt as if she would explode if he didn't fuck her soon.

"Your cock, Severus. Damn you…I want it," she said, her eyes flashing up at him.

"Yes. Yes you do. Remember that witch. You wanted my cock," he breathed at her, his own eyes flashing as he slammed into the witch hard, making her breath hitch as she cried out.

The wizard started fucking her hard, his balls bouncing against her ass as their bodies slapped together loudly, his loins bathed in her juices. He held Hermione's wrists firmly or else she would have been driven up the bed by the power of his strokes.

The Potions Master bit his lip against the pleasure of her softness sliding over him, clutching and squeezing his cock.

"You have such sweet pussy, Hermione," he grunted down at her, his hips rising and falling rhythmically as he took all of its sweetness hungrily, his eyes half-lidded. Ph, the witch was fantastic. He'd be hard put to find another witch that felt this good.

Severus brought Hermione to orgasm, then rolled on to his back, forcing her to straddle him, then sat up facing her, drawing her petite body over his cock again and again, the witch's arms wrapping around his neck, her chin resting on his shoulder, gasping and crying out in his ear as he took her to another climax and she gushed over him, obscenities falling from her lips. Then the wizard dragged her down and climbed behind her, grasping her breasts and entering her from behind, his mouth pressed to her ear as he rode her body, whispering filthy little statements to her, making the witch go wild under his stroke.

Gods, Hermione was something else when she got going. The wizard almost came on himself when the witch started whispering back to him, telling him to fuck her senseless, and she wanted to go back to Hogwarts aching from him.

Severus didn't last very long after that, exploding into the witch with a groan and desperately continuing to thrust as he released inside her, not wanting it to end. It had been so good. She had been so good. He growled as she pulsed around him like a clutching velvet fist and when he softened, he lay there inside her for a while, his heart pounding against the witch's back. Finally he withdrew.

Hermione turned her body to face him, amber eyes meeting black eyes. Her gaze dropped to his mouth.

"Can I kiss you, Severus?" she asked him.

The wizard looked at her. He face grew dark.

"No. I don't kiss, Hermione. I fuck," he replied. "Kissing implies this is more than what it is, witch. Kissing is meant for trysts that are emotional in nature, not physical. What we've shared here this weekend is purely physical. Sexual. That's all it ever will be, Hermione," he said, climbing over her and getting out of the bed.

He looked down at her.

"I know I said you would spend the night with me, but I've changed my mind. Go back to your room. The weekend is over," he said rather coldly.

"But…but…" Hermione began to protest.

"Get out, Miss Granger," Severus said, scowling at the witch. His use of formal address hit the witch like a bucket of never-melting ice water.

Slowly Hermione edged her way to the edge of the bed, then swung her feet on the floor, standing. She ached but didn't want any potions. She looked at the Professor, a kind of quiet plea in her eyes. Severus looked back at her evenly, evidencing no emotion. He picked up his wand and scourgified himself, then her.

"Good night, Miss Granger," he said, sitting down on the edge of the bed and waiting for her to leave his bedroom.

"Good night, Professor Snape," the witch replied, turning and exiting the room, tears falling from her eyes.

Severus took his wand and closed his bedroom door behind her, locking it. Then he sighed. Hermione could have stayed the night if she hadn't asked to kiss him. She had attempted to cross the line no woman crossed with him. He couldn't afford her feeling any emotion for him. Better she continue to think of him as the same cold, unfeeling, selfish bastard who threw her out of his bed on New Years Eve.

Because despite everything, that's who he was.

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The next morning, Hermione awoke to find her clothes and her wand on the chair against the wall. There was also a bottle of purple potion. Not enough to rid her completely of her ache, but enough to tone it down to bearable. She drank it down, then dressed.

Hermione took a final searching look at herself in the mirror as if to see if there was any telltale sign she had spent the weekend fucking her Potions Master in exchange for passing marks. No, she didn't look any different. How she felt was a different story.

The witch opened the door, headed down the hall and walked into the living room to find the Potions Master fully dressed and ready to depart. He held his arm out to her.

"Let us go, Miss Granger," he said shortly, his dark eyes resting on her.

Hermione took his arm without a word.

They disapparated.

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The moment they appeared in the Potions Master's study, the wizard walked over to the floo and extracted a handful of floo powder and looked at the witch.

"Take my floo to the Main Hall, Miss Granger. You are in time for breakfast," he said, tossing the powder into the flames. They turned green.

Hermione walked straight through without looking at him. It was over.

The Potions Master stared at the flames until they turned red again. Then he removed his work from his pockets and resized the parchments. He walked to his study wall and opened it, passing through his office into his classroom to prepare for his day dealing with dunderheads.

In other words, life as usual.

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The Potions Master was as good as his word. He began to give Hermione proper marks and extra credit for any additional work she did. He also restored all the points she had lost for Gryffindor in increments, so by the time graduation rolled around she was back in the good graces of her housemates. But he never showed any indication that anything had ever happened between them. Hermione did the same, though it was hard at first. But after a few weeks it became easier, and one day she just regulated it to the deepest part of her consciousness, and it remained there, buried in the dark.

When she received her end of year grades, Hermione found that she had received perfect marks in Potions, as well as an additional credit for exceptional work…the first student in the history of Hogwarts to receive such a grade from the snarky Potions Master. The additional credit gave her next to total perfect marks in his class overall, covering her entire attendance at Hogwarts. No other student had ever come that close to perfection.

Ron was incredulous as he looked over her shoulder in the Gryffindor common room.

"How'd you manage to pull that off, Hermione? I was sure the git was going to fail you," he said, staring at her parchment.

"Maybe he realized just how good a student Hermione is, Ron," Harry said, smiling at the witch. "She certainly worked hard enough."

Hermione gave them a small smile.

"I'll be able to get my scholarship to Lewder's now," she said softly. "I'll be getting my Potions degree in a few years. Then I can start my life's work."

Harry hugged her.

"I'm happy for you, Hermione," he said.

"Me too," Ron added.

She smiled at them.

"Thanks," she said shortly.

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On graduation day, Hermione accepted her diploma from Albus, along with several honors. She had the highest marks Hogwarts had seen in fifty years. The witch walked the receiving line of teachers, who congratulated her, and who she thanked for all their years of instruction.

At the end of the line stood an unsmiling Severus Snape, who watched the witch approach him, his black eyes glinting. Hermione stopped in front of him.

"Thank you, Professor, for everything," she said to the wizard, who gave her a little smirk.

"Don't thank me, Miss Granger. You earned those marks, believe me," he responded silkily.

Hermione flushed and quickly moved away from the wizard.

Severus grinned as the witch practically ran from the dais.

"See you in six years, Miss Granger," he purred after her, then turned to receive another student.

After speaking briefly to the student, the wizard's eyes cut to Hermione again. She was standing in the midst of a crowd of smiling Gryffindors, swinging her graduation cap around happily, the picture of innocence and hope. He knew Hermione's innocence was purely surface appearance, but the hope…the hope ran down to the witch's very soul.

"I expect to see great things from you in the future, witch," he breathed, "Great things, indeed, Miss Hermione Granger."

THE END

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A/N: And that is the conclusion to the PWP, "Professor Snape Bangs Again." I hope you enjoyed it. It was a nice head-clearing story for me to write. There will be a final sequel in the future when Hermione has come into her own and is smarter, more mature and maybe even a match for one snarky bastard of a Potions Master. :) Please leave a final review. Thank you all.