Professor Snape Bangs Again

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Chapter 2 ~ Making an Appointment

As the Potions Master walked down the corridor, he saw someone standing in front of his office door.

It was Hermione Granger.

The Potions Master's eyes narrowed. So now the little chit wanted to talk to him after trying to get him sacked, eh? Well, then.

Severus approached his office door, robes billowing, his eyes fixed on the student waiting for him. He stopped, unwarded it, and without looking at Hermione opened it, went in and shut it behind him.

Hermione scowled blackly. He saw her standing right there, the bloody bastard.

The witch took a deep breath. She was here to talk about her grade after all. When she left Dumbledore's office she realized her marks were in serious trouble because of the Potions Master. It was difficult for muggle-borns to get scholarships. They had to have almost perfect grades, and the university Hermione wanted to attend was very expensive. She would need a scholarship to attend.

She wanted to know what her marks were right now, and what she would have to do to get them up. She knew her attitude would have to change markedly. But, she didn't see how she could do it. Even when she was on her best behavior the Potions Master didn't seem too enthusiastic with her. In fact, he never was. Out of all her teachers, he was the one she could never please, the one who would never give her perfect marks, no matter how much she deserved them. She suspected it was because she was a Gryffindor and close friends with Harry Potter, who the Professor seemed to despise. Plus, she'd done some underhanded things concerning the wizard in past years…things she suspected he knew.

Shit. Now she had to try and talk to him. Plus he had treated her like a trick.

Hermione took a deep breath and calmed herself. He had ignored her on purpose, probably to try and get her started again. Probably so he could spank her some more. Oh, she hated him.

Hermione knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" the Potions Master called, irritation plain in his voice.

Hermione wanted to say, "You know perfectly well who it is you black-hearted fuck!" but instead she said, "It's Hermione Granger, Professor. I want to talk to you about my grades."

This was met with silence for several minutes.

Hermione knocked again.

"Professor?" she called.

Suddenly the door was yanked open, and Severus looked down at the witch, scowling blackly.

"You're supposed to make an appointment to see me, Miss Granger. You continually refuse to follow protocol," he snarled at her.

"But you don't have a class now. I don't see why…" she began.

"Just because I don't have a class, Miss Granger, doesn't mean I am available to any and everyone who knocks on my door. I have matters to attend to between classes. That's why you make an appointment," he said to her scowling.

"Fine," Hermione said, "When are you available to talk to me, Professor?"

The Potions Master's eyes glinted at her.

"Eight o'clock tonight, Miss Granger," he said silkily.

"But that is after regular office hours, Professor," she complained, "plus it only gives me an hour before curfew."

"If you want to talk to me, Miss Granger, that is the time to do it. My next available opening is two weeks from now, at the same time," he purred, "and as for curfew, I can easily give you a note saying you were in conference with me for your Head of House."

Hermione looked skeptical.

"I am making a special allowance for you, Miss Granger, which I think is very generous considering your horrible behavior these past couple of weeks. Behavior which is, in my opinion, unwarranted," he said, looking down at her.

"Unwarranted?" Hermione said, heating up again.

He fucks the hell out of her and kicks her out, then says her anger is unwarranted. Why that dirty….

Hermione calmed herself. Severus noted with satisfaction the hatred that flared up in her eyes. He enjoyed being hated. It gave itself to so many opportunities to rankle the hater.

"Yes, unwarranted. Now if you don't want to take advantage of my kindness, Miss Granger, I suggest you be off and wait to find out your grade at the end of March like everyone else," he crooned, knowing the witch wouldn't want that.

Hermione sighed. She didn't have a choice really if she wanted to repair the damage she'd done by June. The sooner she got to work on it, the better.

"All right, Professor, I will be here at eight o'clock sharp," she said.

"Fine. I'll be on pins and needles until you arrive," he said sarcastically, closing the door in the witch's face.

Hermione stared at the door, then thrust her middle finger up at it. She turned abruptly and stalked down the hall, her backpack slung across one shoulder, and both fists balled. Now she had to go and face the rest of Hogwarts, which was probably all abuzz with the news that Hermione got spanked with her knickers down in front of the whole Potions class.

This was going to be horrible.

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And it was horrible. The first person she ran into was Draco Malfoy. He was heading for Slytherin House and with his ever present goons, Crabbe and Goyle, both of whom were lamenting the fact they weren't smart enough for Snape's seventh year class and that they had missed the unveiling and consequent reddening of Hermione's ass.

Draco hadn't missed it, however and was just tickled that the little know-it-all was made to bare it all.

"How's your ass, Granger?" he drawled at her as she walked swiftly past him.

"Shut up, Malfoy," she seethed.

Draco laughed, turning around as she passed him.

"I wouldn't mind taking a whack at it myself," he called to her, "you've got some jiggle to your wiggle, witch. Much more than I ever would have expected."

"Fuck you, Draco," Hermione turned and yelled at him, just as she entered the main hall and the Head Boy walked by. He scowled and pulled out his pad.

"Twenty points for foul language, Miss Granger," he said, writing her offense down on his pad.

"Oh shit," Hermione said, then covered her mouth in horror.

"That'll be ten more points, Miss Granger. I suggest you find some other words to express anger and surprise," the Head Boy said, looking at her evenly before walking away.

Hermione heard Draco, Crabbe and Goyle laughing hysterically. They were far down the corridor now.

Hermione looked around to see if anyone was around to observe her. The coast was clear. She pulled out her wand and fired a random bat-bogey hex down the corridor and bolted for Gryffindor Tower.

She hit the three Slytherins squarely with the bat bogies. They were covered with the cell-like, mucousy things.

Unfortunately, she got the Potions Master too, who was on his way up the corridor. He needed to check Poppy's stores. A bat bogey hit him squarely in the face, and latched on to it, cutting off his air supply for a moment as he ripped and tore at the disgusting thing. It came off in sticky, nasty chunks, which he flung to the floor. He spluttered, his face black as he looked at the three Slytherins who were engaged in similar activity.

"Who did this?" he roared at them, pulling out his wand and scourgifying himself, the floor and his charges.

"I'm pretty sure it was Hermione Granger, Professor Snape," Draco said as Crabbe and Goyle nodded stupidly. "She walked by us with an attitude, and cursed at me for absolutely no reason. The Head Boy wrote her up for it."

The Potions Master scowled blackly.

"Did you see her throw the hex, Mr. Malfoy?" he asked him, black eyes flashing.

Draco hesitated.

"Well, no sir. I didn't. But based on her attitude when she passed us…" the blonde student began.

"You have to see her throw the hex, Mr. Malfoy…you know that. Ten points from Slytherin," the Potions Master said, straightening his robes.

"But…but why?" Draco asked, upset at the loss of points.

"Because I wouldn't have been hit by the hex if not for you three," the Potions Master replied, "Now get to your house."

The three students hurried down the corridor, grumbling about unfair Head of Houses.

Severus continued up the hall, pissed. He knew Hermione had thrown that hex at his Slytherins, who were probably teasing her about the spanking she'd received. Draco had witnessed it after all, and the Potions Master knew the pureblood never missed a chance to harass Miss Granger.

Well, that was just another issue to address with Miss Granger tonight.

The Potions Master hardened slightly.

If things worked his way, issues wouldn't be the only things he'd be addressing with the witch tonight.

He entered the main hall and walked up the main stairwell.

He needed to get Poppy's stores out the way so his evening would be free.

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Panting, Hermione arrived in front of the Fat Lady

"Piss Pot," she said to the painting

The Fat Lady gave Hermione a look of disgust, then swung open. The portrait hated this new student-password selection process the Headmaster had started. The Gryffindors and other houses put several suggestions in a hat, then the Head of House chose one, and it became the password for the month. "Moldy Manure", "Dangling Dingleberries," and "Piss Pot" were some of the latest horrid passwords she had to endure hundreds of time a day, and frankly it grated her delicate sensibilities. But Dumbledore claimed it made the students feel more a "part of the process" and there was no talking to him.

Little did she know the next password was going to be "Dumbledore's Diarrhea."

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When Hermione walked into the common room, a group of wizards were gathered around the sofa, talking animatedly about the spanking and more…her ass.

"Did you see how nice and round it was?" Dean Thomas said dreamily, making a round motion with both hands as if framing a melon, "For the first time in my life, I actually wanted to BE Professor Snape, scary as that sounds."

"Yeah," Seamus Finnigan agreed, "It just got so…pink. Mmmm. I bet it was soft. It certainly was jiggly."

He made a smacking motion with his palm.

"Well, personally…it called for more than spanking. All I could think about was shagging her from the back. There would be a lot of slapping, that's for sure," Dean Thomas said.

Everything went quiet, and Dean looked around at his mates, then his eyes fell on Hermione who was standing next to the sofa, her hands on her hip. The wizard swallowed, his black skin paling a bit.

"Oh…er…hi Hermione," the wizard said lamely.

Hermione whipped out her wand, turned Dean into a rather slimy frog, then stormed up the girl's dormitory stairs.

The other students looked down at the transformed Dean, then at each other.

"Rippet," Dean croaked plaintively.

Several wizards drew out their wands, ready to attempt to change him back, including Neville Longbottom. Dean took one look at the inept young wizard's wand and leapt off the sofa, intent on escape.

It took half an hour to corner the wizard, and another hour to transform him back. He went through several incarnations of amphibian, newt, salamander, tadpole, caecilian and toad before they set him to rights, and the moment he turned back, Dean started brawling. The common room was a total shambles by the time everyone calmed down.

As the wizards nursed their bruises, Seamus asked, "Do we want to report what happened to McGonagall?"

Everyone shook his or her heads.

"Then we'd have to tell her what made Hermione turn me into a frog. I'm just glad she didn't hex my bollocks off," Dean said, holding a handkerchief to his eye. "But still, you have to admit she has one sweet ass."

The other wizards murmured in agreement.

Harry and Ron were off at Quidditch practice, so didn't witness Hermione's ire or hear what the students were saying about her. If they had, there would have been another brawl, probably with hexes flying. When the two entered the common room and saw the mess and the injured wizards, their eyes went round.

"Oy! What happened in here?" Ron said, looking at the overturned furniture, scattered books and parchments.

Harry adjusted his glasses, taking in the carnage. He wondered if this had anything to do with Hermione. She had a horrible temper after all. After what happened with her and Snape, he imagined she was ready to hex at a moment's notice.

"Did Hermione do this?" Harry asked the wizards, who looked at each other.

"Well, not directly," Neville said before being jabbed with several elbows.

Harry and Ron were Hermione's friends. They wouldn't take kindly to what they had been saying about her.

Both Harry and Ron scowled.

"What do you mean 'not directly?'" Ron asked, his brown eyes narrowed as he looked at Neville.

"Well," Neville said, figuring he was all in for it now, "Hermione turned Dean into a frog, and we had a time turning him back, then we had a bit of brawl."

Harry's green eyes turned on the black wizard.

"Why'd she turn you into a frog?" he asked Dean, who scowled at him. He wasn't afraid of Harry or Ron. He could say what he wanted.

"Because I was talking about her getting spanked by Snape," he responded. "It's not like everyone else isn't. She just chose to hex me."

This was true enough. Even the staff was discussing it, being divided on the issue of whether a male teacher should spank a female student. There was going to be talk for a while about it.

"Where is she?" Harry asked the wizards.

They all pointed to the stairs leading to the girl's dormitory.

Harry studied the stairwell for a moment, then reached in his pocket and pulled out his reduced firebolt. Taking out his wand, he returned it to normal size, mounted it, and flew up to the dormitory landing, effectively getting around the sliding staircase.

"Hey, why didn't we think about that?" Seamus said, watching Harry disappear around the corner.

"Because you're all idiots," Ron said evenly, pulling out his broom too and following Harry.

Ron touched down on the landing, reduced his broom and headed for Hermione's room. This was the first time he and Harry had let any of the other students see them go to the girl's dorms, simply because they knew once the wizard's started emulating them, someone would get caught and Professor McGonagall would ban brooms from the common room. But this was an emergency. Hermione needed them.

Ron walked up to Hermione's door and pushed it open, to find Hermione surrounded by her female classmates, who were trying to comfort her. Parvati Patil and Romilda Vane sat on either side of her on the bed, while Ginny stood nearby. Parvati was brushing Hermione's hair, the witch claiming that always made her feel better.

"Professor Snape is just evil. I can't believe Dumbledore let him get away with doing that to you, Hermione," Ginny Weasley said.

"What?" Ron said, enraged. "Dumbledore wouldn't do anything? That bastard ought to be sacked!"

"Spanking is allowed when regular methods of correction don't work," Hermione sighed. "I didn't know that."

"I've never heard of anyone being publicly spanked with their knickers down at Hogwarts," Harry said, his green eyes looking at his friend worriedly. "But are you all right, Hermione?"

She looked up at the wizard.

"My ass hurts and my pride is whipped, but other than that, I'll be fine, Harry," she said.

Of course, after his initial anger, Ron had to make a bad situation worse.

"Well, you know Hermione, you've been acting crazy in the Professor's class and losing us a bunch of House points in the process. You should have acted better. You did kind of force his hand, now that I think about it." Ron said.

Everyone in the room yelled at him.

"But it's true. Hermione should know better than to confront Professor Snape like that. He's the meanest teacher in Hogwarts. She should have known he'd do something nasty if she kept it up," Ron said, looking at Hermione with his eyes narrowed.

"Why are you acting this way, Hermione? It's not like you," he said, frowning.

Harry was thinking the same thing.

"It's stress," Hermione lied, "I'm under a lot of pressure to get my grades up."

"Snape has probably dropped your grades because of how you've been acting Hermione," Harry said, "So you're defeating your own purpose acting this way. Won't you tell us what's bothering you? I know something is."

"Did he do something to you, Hermione?" Ron demanded, zeroing right in on the witch. "Tell us what he did. He must have done something."

Hermione was not about to admit she let the Professor fuck her on New Years Eve because she felt lonely and randy. Not only would that be embarrassing, it would make Ron and Harry feel guilty that they were enjoying themselves without thinking of her. They hadn't even noticed she'd left the party with Snape. The two would be down on themselves. Hermione didn't want that.

The wizards had done nothing wrong. Plus Ron, idiot that he was, would probably try to call the Professor out for a duel or something, and end up a pile of ash. She didn't doubt the Professor would take him up on it. He was just that mean. He would probably tell them that she came to his bed willingly, which she did. Hermione flushed as she thought about the things she'd done to him and let him do to her.

Everyone noticed the flush.

"Come on, Hermione…did he do something to you?" Ginny asked her, her brow furrowed.

"No. No! He didn't do anything to me. I'm just stressed out, and he is such a bastard all the time. I just can't take his attitude any more," she lied vehemently.

This was something they all could understand. Professor Snape was the snarky, most sarcastic and most unfair teacher in all of Hogwarts, and he never gave Hermione a break. She really could just be at the end of her rope with the git. But she had to get a hold on herself. He was a teacher, so he had the advantage.

"Well, Hermione…I'm really sorry what happened," Harry said sympathetically. "Let me know if I can do anything to make you feel better."

"Same here, Hermione," Ron said. He knew what he said wasn't what Hermione wanted to hear, but he felt she needed to hear it. He hated to think it, but she really had brought it on herself. Still, if he could make her feel better in any way, he'd try to do it. He cared about the witch very much. The idea of Snape's hand on her so intimately made him furious, even if it wasn't sexual. And he wasn't sure it wasn't.

Hermione looked around at her friends. She really appreciated them trying to comfort her, but wanted to be alone.

"You can all do something for me," she said hesitatingly, "give me a little space. I need to be alone for a bit."

Everyone nodded.

"Sure, Hermione. We can do that. If you need us, just call us," Parvarti said, kissing her on her cheek and exiting the bed. Ginny kissed her too, then she and Parvati returned to their own rooms.

"Bye Hermione," Romilda said, "Bye Harry. Ron."

"Bye, Romilda," all three said together as the witch exited.

"Well, we'll see you Hermione. Come get us if you need us," Harry said, giving her a peck on the cheek.

"Yeah," Ron said, looking awkward, his hands shoved in his robes pockets.

He had never got the hang of kissing Hermione like a brother simply because he liked her too much, though he knew they would always just be friends. They had a long talk about it, and Hermione made him see it just wasn't going to happen. Still, he couldn't kiss her like it really didn't matter. Because it did.

"See you, Hermione," Ron said exiting the room, followed by Harry who gave her a smile and wave in parting. They'd slide down the stairs.

Alone, Hermione lay back in her bed and looked up at the ceiling. She really had brought this on herself. She had thought initially that she could handle what happened with the Professor. What did she expect from him other than coldness? That was what he had always shown her. Shown everyone actually.

Afterwards, the Professor said fucking her had been "fun" so he never took it seriously. She had wanted to have sex for the first time with someone with experience and he provided that experience. If she wanted connection, she should have never chose to fuck a wizard like him. Had she thought he would change toward her? No, logically she didn't…but didn't count on the emotional response she would have later on.

He had been inside her, knew her intimately. She had sucked his cock for gods sake, he had performed oral sex on her too. So much passed between them that night. For the wizard, he had just got some virgin ass. For Hermione it had been affecting.

True to his nature, the Potions Master showed nothing. He acted as if nothing occurred between them at all. The wizard didn't even gloat, or give her knowing glances. He acted like he'd always acted, like a right bastard.

Hermione began to resent him for his non-interest, for having no reaction to her. It was as if she had been nothing. Indeed, she was nothing to him but a release and a way to bring in his New Year pleasurably. She had done it, he thanked her and it was done as far as the wizard was concerned, and she was angry about it.

She realized her attitude was a childish way of trying to make the Professor notice her in some way, react to her. She wanted the wizard to know she had feelings and wasn't what he made her out to be, a little piece of available ass he had indulged in. She was actually angry with herself as well. She should have never gone to his rooms. He had manipulated her, but in the end it was she who agreed to have impersonal sex with him. And it really was impersonal when all was said and done.

She was blaming the Professor for being what he always was. He was no youngster to fall head over heels with a witch just because he fucked her. The wizard probably fucked and left witches hanging all the time. He was a spy after all. He couldn't have relationships, and she doubted if he wanted any. She certainly didn't want him. She just couldn't take the feeling that she wasn't something special. She had always been special at whatever she undertook. The Professor had made her feel common, and she hated him for that. Passionately.

Hermione sighed. Whatever. What was done was done. Now she had to concentrate on finding a way to up her grades in Potions or she wouldn't be attending the school of her choice. She hoped Professor Snape would be reasonable tonight.

But she had no reason to believe he would be.

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A/N: Hmm. The Potions Master certainly set a late time for Hermione to come talk to him. At least she hit him with a bat bogey, though she doesn't know it. I want you all to remember that this is not a love story, nor will it end up being one. In fact, things are decidedly stacked in Severus' favor, and he is bastard enough to take advantage of it without a lick of conscience. Lol. Why do I think that's so yummy though? I know. It's the innate twistedness within. Anyway, please review.