Very Nearly Veela

Chapter Seventeen – Never Let Hermione Get Piss Drunk

Hermione stared at the professors retreating form, the image of Ron and Draco NOT leaving her mind, it seemed to be on replay, and no matter what she did, read a book, watch TV; for surprisingly Severus did have a decrepit old TV in his home, or wash the dishes by hand the scene played in her mind like a movie.

So, letting logic take it’s course, Hermione decided to do the one thing she had never ever done before.

Get piss drunk.

Deciding not to bother Severus, she trotted out of his house, and apparated to London. Searching the bustling crowds, she found a liquor store, and upon entering it, she decided to buy up all the colourful alcohol that she had never in her life heard of before, mainly due to frequenting Wizarding liquor establishments. But today, since Hermione was rather desperate, and wanting to be creative about her first time of being piss drunk, she had decided to do it the Muggle way.

Bottles clunking, Hermione apparated back to Severus’ house and sat down in the living room, setting up the bottles in front of her in an array of rainbow.

“Should I really do this?” she asked, and then the vision of Ron giving head to Draco sealed the deal. Determination in her eye, Hermione started with the Blue alcohol first.

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Severus sighed, rubbing his forehead.

The damn Blood Bond, or as he liked to call it The Fools Curse, was proving more complicated than he initially thought.

He knew Narcissa wouldn’t want to be a test subject, although she desperately wanted to get rid of Lucius, she would not want to suffer any repercussions as a test subject.

Hmm, perhaps he could secretly test it on Draco and Ron? He didn’t really care about those two, and if they died it wouldn’t really matter in the grand scheme of things, and he would of course make it up as a terrible accident, like perhaps them getting into a fight and killing each other.
No, Narcissa might object to him killing her son.

Gritting his teeth, he stretched and glanced at the clock, his eyes widening at the lateness of the hour. Perhaps he should eat something and go to bed, since when he slept ideas sometimes came to him in dreams.

Deciding on this plan of action, he stood up, and headed out of his labs.

Upon entering his living room, Severus was assalted by the pungent smell of alcohol. The second scene was a half dressed Hermione, drinking down some vile looking purple liquid.

“Miss Granger?” he asked, rather concerned about her mental state, by the array of bottles scattered across his living room.

She slowly shifted her attention to him, her face flushed, her eyes glassy.

“Professshuur,” she purred, before wobbily getting up to him, “I need you.”

Taking a step back, Severus understanding she was piss drunk, replied, “Miss Granger, you are currently not in charge of your faculties, perhaps you should go to bed?”

Pouting, she shook her head, as she stumbled into him, “No Proffesshur, I need you.”

Trying to push her soft body away, Severus was disconcerted by her pressing herself more into him.

“Miss Granger, let go of me.” he growled.

She looked up at him, her lips slightly parted, “But Professhur my body is so hot, and I don’t know what to dooo.”

Finally plying her off from him, Severus replied, “No Miss Granger, go to bed, that’s what you should do.”

Ignoring him completely, she removed her bra, continuing to mumble about being hot, before turning a heated gaze upon him. “I know, lets have.. shexx.”

Blanching and trying to NOT ogle her body, he focused on a point just behind her head. “No Miss Granger.”

“But I’m sho horney!” she cried out, struggling with the button on her pants, until finally with a satisfied sigh she undid them and tried to kick it off, but what really happened was her toppling over, Severus’ gaze drawn to her bouncing breasts as she smacked onto the floor.

Her squeal, amusing but arousing at the same time, nearly caused Severus’ resolve to break.

Narrowing his eyes at her, as she successfully removed her jeans, he growled, “MISS GRANGER! GET TO YOUR ROOM RIGHT NOW BEFORE I CURSE YOU WITH AN AFRO!”

The words, had the desired effect, as she ungainly stood up, staring at him in a grumpy manner, before quietly leaving the room.

Giving a great sigh, Severus looked at his trashed living room, trying to ignore the hard on she had caused.

With a wave of his hand, he cleaned up her mess, the empties going into the recycling bin, before going to pour himself a firewhiskey.

Groaning and stretching Severus to take a shower and turn in for the night.

The shower proved to be handy, as it cooled down his hotter emotions and cleared his mind, quickly drying off, he entered his bedroom not bothering to turn on the light.

Crawling into bed, Severus realized the error of his not turning on the lights the moment warm arms snaked out around him, and a soft naked body press up against his own naked body.

“Professhuuur,” came a purr, “I’ve been waiting.”

Leaping out of bed, Severus turned on the lights to see a very naked Hermione in his bed, looking at him like he was a piece of meat.

Crawling towards him, she replied, “But there’s a fire inside of me..”

Closing his eyes and mentally counting to ten, Severus replied, “Miss Granger, I’m afraid I will have to hex you.”

She had gone awefully quiet, and hoping she had fallen asleep, he cracked open his eyes to see...

Severus’ jaw dropped, as Hermione, lay on his bed, her eyes focused on him, as she slowly played with her clit. His bodily reaction became rather obvious, especially to his lack of clothes, and her expression seemed to bore into him.

A spiteful rage seemed to come up into Severus, as he weighed the possibility of fucking her, with the repercussions.

That night, the only thing that saved Hermione from her drunken desires was the fact that she was a virgin.

He cast a body bind spell on her, before casting a sleep spell upon her.

Carefully he hoisted her body out of his bed, and trying to ignore her soft nubile flesh, carried her to her bedroom and tucking her up in bed.

Needless to say, although Severus got an eyeful of that birthmark on her inner left leg, after a brief one to one session with himself, Severus fell into a deep sleep, the events probably traumatizing him even more than he wanted to let on.

Especially the fact that he was finding Miss Granger more than attractive.