Something Much Darker
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
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19,786
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30
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Currently Reading:
1
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Chapter 2
Snape turned to contemplate the drugged girl on his bed. She was still whimpering desperately and thrashing from side to side. Ah, why me? But there was no help for it. Unless he wanted to see Draco expelled from Hogwarts, possibly causing him to seek out and join his fugitive father, he was going to have to cover this up. If anyone needed the good influence of Hogwarts and Albus Dumbledore, it was Draco Malfoy.
But how? Spells flickered through his mind…Immobulous, petrificas totallis, silencio…and he rejected each one. As much as he still disliked Granger, he had no real desire to add to her torment. He reluctantly approached the bed.
“Miss Granger! Do you hear me?”
That voice, a voice of authority for nearly 7 years now, penetrated the fog enclosing her brain. “Professor!” she cried desperately. “Help me, please help me, I think I’m dying. I’m so hot…”
Snape sat down next to her. Gods, he was no hand at giving comfort, but something had to be done. Dislike her he might, but what had been done to her was wrong. She didn’t deserve this. Besides, he had to protect Draco. The boy had made a terrible mistake, but since he had escaped from the ranks of the Deatheaters, he had been trying to atone for what he had done in his sixth year.
Hermione felt Professor Snape sit down next to her. She was still a bit afraid of him, but since the final battle she trusted him implicitly. She rolled towards him and felt his hard thigh against her breasts and stomach. Incapable of rational thought, she clutched at his leg in panic and heard him gasp. He grasped her wrists and pushed her arms back down. As he did his own arm brushed against her hardened nipples through her thin blouse. Hermione squealed. “What is happening to me, Professor?” she cried.
“Miss Granger, I’m sorry to tell you that you have been the victim of a cruel prank. Mr. Malfoy put an aphrodisiac in your drink. You are not dying, you are merely…aroused.” It was difficult for Snape to force the last word out. Though Miss Granger was now an attractive young woman of 18 and of age, in his eyes she was still the annoying little girl of 11 he had first met in his potions class. He was not in the habit of talking about sex, however obliquely, with children.
“How long will this last, sir?”
“Several hours, I should think.”
“Hours! No…I cannot bear it! Please, sir, help me, I know you can help me,” she pleaded.
Snape was at a complete loss. There was only one way to help her. If he refused, she might report Draco to Dumbledore. If he agreed, she would then be able to report them both. Besides, he thought, how can you do that to a child?
Taking another look at her flushed, pleading face, heaving breasts with the hardened nipples, and that lovely stomach slightly exposed, he saw her, as she really was, not as the memory. She wasn’t a child, she was a woman, of age…and she was really very attractive. Perhaps…
Are you seriously considering this, Severus Snape? Yes, he was. If he did nothing she would suffer throughout the night. That meant he in turn would suffer, forced to hear her begging him for help. Tiresome. Not to mention cruel. Though cruelty could sometimes be quite arousing. There were enough times as a young Deatheater that he had used that fact. He remembered a pretty young Muggle that he and Lucius had captured. Over and over throughout the night the two of them had brought her to the brink of orgasm, only to leave her begging and pleading in vain for relief. Much like Miss Granger was doing now. The memory, combined with the sight of Granger’s innocent lust was enough to make him instantly hard. Blast! This wasn’t in my plans! Though having her writhing on my bed wasn’t in my plans for tonight either. Mentally he damned Draco to hell.
Snape sighed heavily. He had to help her through this night, but he had no intention of touching her. Draco wasn’t the only one who had worked hard to redeem himself of past sins. He wasn’t going to molest a student. There were spells he knew; he had his wand. Bringing Granger to orgasm magically would still be humiliating for her once she regained her senses, but it would be much less so than if he did it by touching her. He could only hope that in the morning she would be grateful enough to keep Draco’s painful prank secret from Dumbledore.
But how? Spells flickered through his mind…Immobulous, petrificas totallis, silencio…and he rejected each one. As much as he still disliked Granger, he had no real desire to add to her torment. He reluctantly approached the bed.
“Miss Granger! Do you hear me?”
That voice, a voice of authority for nearly 7 years now, penetrated the fog enclosing her brain. “Professor!” she cried desperately. “Help me, please help me, I think I’m dying. I’m so hot…”
Snape sat down next to her. Gods, he was no hand at giving comfort, but something had to be done. Dislike her he might, but what had been done to her was wrong. She didn’t deserve this. Besides, he had to protect Draco. The boy had made a terrible mistake, but since he had escaped from the ranks of the Deatheaters, he had been trying to atone for what he had done in his sixth year.
Hermione felt Professor Snape sit down next to her. She was still a bit afraid of him, but since the final battle she trusted him implicitly. She rolled towards him and felt his hard thigh against her breasts and stomach. Incapable of rational thought, she clutched at his leg in panic and heard him gasp. He grasped her wrists and pushed her arms back down. As he did his own arm brushed against her hardened nipples through her thin blouse. Hermione squealed. “What is happening to me, Professor?” she cried.
“Miss Granger, I’m sorry to tell you that you have been the victim of a cruel prank. Mr. Malfoy put an aphrodisiac in your drink. You are not dying, you are merely…aroused.” It was difficult for Snape to force the last word out. Though Miss Granger was now an attractive young woman of 18 and of age, in his eyes she was still the annoying little girl of 11 he had first met in his potions class. He was not in the habit of talking about sex, however obliquely, with children.
“How long will this last, sir?”
“Several hours, I should think.”
“Hours! No…I cannot bear it! Please, sir, help me, I know you can help me,” she pleaded.
Snape was at a complete loss. There was only one way to help her. If he refused, she might report Draco to Dumbledore. If he agreed, she would then be able to report them both. Besides, he thought, how can you do that to a child?
Taking another look at her flushed, pleading face, heaving breasts with the hardened nipples, and that lovely stomach slightly exposed, he saw her, as she really was, not as the memory. She wasn’t a child, she was a woman, of age…and she was really very attractive. Perhaps…
Are you seriously considering this, Severus Snape? Yes, he was. If he did nothing she would suffer throughout the night. That meant he in turn would suffer, forced to hear her begging him for help. Tiresome. Not to mention cruel. Though cruelty could sometimes be quite arousing. There were enough times as a young Deatheater that he had used that fact. He remembered a pretty young Muggle that he and Lucius had captured. Over and over throughout the night the two of them had brought her to the brink of orgasm, only to leave her begging and pleading in vain for relief. Much like Miss Granger was doing now. The memory, combined with the sight of Granger’s innocent lust was enough to make him instantly hard. Blast! This wasn’t in my plans! Though having her writhing on my bed wasn’t in my plans for tonight either. Mentally he damned Draco to hell.
Snape sighed heavily. He had to help her through this night, but he had no intention of touching her. Draco wasn’t the only one who had worked hard to redeem himself of past sins. He wasn’t going to molest a student. There were spells he knew; he had his wand. Bringing Granger to orgasm magically would still be humiliating for her once she regained her senses, but it would be much less so than if he did it by touching her. He could only hope that in the morning she would be grateful enough to keep Draco’s painful prank secret from Dumbledore.