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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
20
Views:
6,526
Reviews:
37
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
After Class
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to JKR. All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
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Drabble #17
After Class
Hermione continued sending signals to the Potions master, signals that were affecting him greatly. He looked at her with a distinct expression of growing displeasure as she gazed off into space, sloe-eyed and flushed.
“Enough of this,” he thought to himself as the bell sounded that heralded the end of class.
The students hurriedly packed up their books and placed their parchments on his desk. Hermione was the last to do so.
”Miss Granger, you were less than focused in class today,” the Potions master said to the witch, his pale face twisted slightly. “What distracted you?”
Hermione wanted to say, “You did, Professor” but didn’t. Instead she blushed.
”An interesting reaction to my question but hardly one I can garner an answer from, Miss Granger,” Snape said. “Is there something you wish to tell me?”
“Tell you, Professor?” Hermione repeated, her heart starting to pound as the wizard stood up, pulled out his wand and warded his classroom door. Slowly, he made his way around the desk, Hermione backing away slightly as he approached her.
”Yes, tell me,” the Professor intoned, leaning toward the witch, his closeness making Hermione’s belly tighten deliciously. “Something you wish me to know . . . or to do?”
There was heat in those dark eyes as they narrowed, seeming to look into her very soul and see the longing there. The need that was bubbling inside her, the desire to just give herself over to this cold, dark and arousing wizard. To know for herself what it would be like to have him possess her, to take her and do what he would to her.
Snape saw the answering heat in Hermione’s eyes, heat and innocence, the longing for the unknown, the flowering of womanhood.
“Do you believe yourself ready to face the mystery?” he asked her silkily, “because, witch, you are driving me to distraction with the way you are looking at me. It is clear you want me and I must admit the idea of taking you is appealing. Quite appealing. It will be a thorough, eye-opening experience, Miss Granger, if you will only give in to your desire.”
Hermione swallowed, her eyes resting on that cruel mouth.
”Would you kiss me, Professor? I just want to see if . . .” she began, her words suddenly cut off as Snape darted forward, wrapping his arms around the witch and pulling her into his body roughly, covering her mouth with his own and thrusting his tongue between her lips, claiming her heat as he pressed against her hungrily, overwhelming Hermione with his maleness, his desire.
Hermione’s head spun as she felt him on her, his lean body moving sensuously against her own, grinding his erection into her belly with strength. Oh gods, he wasn’t gentle at all as he buried his fingers into her hair and plundered her mouth, turning her toward his desk and backing her into it. Fire burst between her thighs and she never wanted him to stop moving against her and she began to helplessly press back against him, feeling the wizard begin to breathe heavily, his hand tightening in her hair as he guided her head.
Snape was quickly losing control as he lapped at Hermione’s hot, willing mouth and felt her young, curvaceous body responding to his. He lifted her to his desk and bent his knees so his cock pressed directly between her thighs, the witch moaning into his mouth as he worked against her mercilessly. Dear gods, he had to fuck her . . . soon. His hand slid down the small of her back, then around her waist and upward, grazing the side of one full breast. He felt her shuddering and with an effort pulled away from her mouth, his black eyes blazing as he roughly jerked her head back, glaring at her.
”I won’t be denied,” he hissed, “enough games witch. Tonight, you will come to me, or I will retrieve you from Gryffindor tower myself. Understand me?”
Hermione couldn’t speak. He was still pressed between her thighs, his hardness taking her voice away. She could only stared up at him with hot, wet eyes.
”You understand me,” he said, releasing Hermione with an effort. “Now leave me witch. Be at my office just before the end of curfew.”
Snape drew in a great breath as he watched Hermione gather her knapsack up and walk unsteadily toward the classroom door. He pulled out his wand and removed the ward. Hermione opened the door and looked back at him, the expression on her face a mixture of desire, confusion and a bit of fear.
He stared back at her soberly.
”Go,” he said softly, every muscle in his body tight with urgency. He’d end up doing her in his classroom if she didn’t leave.
Hermione left and the wizard let out a sigh, wiping his face with one pale hand and looking down at his tented robes.
Tonight couldn’t come fast enough.
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A/N: Just a little something. Thanks for reading.
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Drabble #17
After Class
Hermione continued sending signals to the Potions master, signals that were affecting him greatly. He looked at her with a distinct expression of growing displeasure as she gazed off into space, sloe-eyed and flushed.
“Enough of this,” he thought to himself as the bell sounded that heralded the end of class.
The students hurriedly packed up their books and placed their parchments on his desk. Hermione was the last to do so.
”Miss Granger, you were less than focused in class today,” the Potions master said to the witch, his pale face twisted slightly. “What distracted you?”
Hermione wanted to say, “You did, Professor” but didn’t. Instead she blushed.
”An interesting reaction to my question but hardly one I can garner an answer from, Miss Granger,” Snape said. “Is there something you wish to tell me?”
“Tell you, Professor?” Hermione repeated, her heart starting to pound as the wizard stood up, pulled out his wand and warded his classroom door. Slowly, he made his way around the desk, Hermione backing away slightly as he approached her.
”Yes, tell me,” the Professor intoned, leaning toward the witch, his closeness making Hermione’s belly tighten deliciously. “Something you wish me to know . . . or to do?”
There was heat in those dark eyes as they narrowed, seeming to look into her very soul and see the longing there. The need that was bubbling inside her, the desire to just give herself over to this cold, dark and arousing wizard. To know for herself what it would be like to have him possess her, to take her and do what he would to her.
Snape saw the answering heat in Hermione’s eyes, heat and innocence, the longing for the unknown, the flowering of womanhood.
“Do you believe yourself ready to face the mystery?” he asked her silkily, “because, witch, you are driving me to distraction with the way you are looking at me. It is clear you want me and I must admit the idea of taking you is appealing. Quite appealing. It will be a thorough, eye-opening experience, Miss Granger, if you will only give in to your desire.”
Hermione swallowed, her eyes resting on that cruel mouth.
”Would you kiss me, Professor? I just want to see if . . .” she began, her words suddenly cut off as Snape darted forward, wrapping his arms around the witch and pulling her into his body roughly, covering her mouth with his own and thrusting his tongue between her lips, claiming her heat as he pressed against her hungrily, overwhelming Hermione with his maleness, his desire.
Hermione’s head spun as she felt him on her, his lean body moving sensuously against her own, grinding his erection into her belly with strength. Oh gods, he wasn’t gentle at all as he buried his fingers into her hair and plundered her mouth, turning her toward his desk and backing her into it. Fire burst between her thighs and she never wanted him to stop moving against her and she began to helplessly press back against him, feeling the wizard begin to breathe heavily, his hand tightening in her hair as he guided her head.
Snape was quickly losing control as he lapped at Hermione’s hot, willing mouth and felt her young, curvaceous body responding to his. He lifted her to his desk and bent his knees so his cock pressed directly between her thighs, the witch moaning into his mouth as he worked against her mercilessly. Dear gods, he had to fuck her . . . soon. His hand slid down the small of her back, then around her waist and upward, grazing the side of one full breast. He felt her shuddering and with an effort pulled away from her mouth, his black eyes blazing as he roughly jerked her head back, glaring at her.
”I won’t be denied,” he hissed, “enough games witch. Tonight, you will come to me, or I will retrieve you from Gryffindor tower myself. Understand me?”
Hermione couldn’t speak. He was still pressed between her thighs, his hardness taking her voice away. She could only stared up at him with hot, wet eyes.
”You understand me,” he said, releasing Hermione with an effort. “Now leave me witch. Be at my office just before the end of curfew.”
Snape drew in a great breath as he watched Hermione gather her knapsack up and walk unsteadily toward the classroom door. He pulled out his wand and removed the ward. Hermione opened the door and looked back at him, the expression on her face a mixture of desire, confusion and a bit of fear.
He stared back at her soberly.
”Go,” he said softly, every muscle in his body tight with urgency. He’d end up doing her in his classroom if she didn’t leave.
Hermione left and the wizard let out a sigh, wiping his face with one pale hand and looking down at his tented robes.
Tonight couldn’t come fast enough.
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A/N: Just a little something. Thanks for reading.