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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
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3
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15,935
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12
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0
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As she ran down the corridors of Hogwarts scattering students in her wake, Hermione was single mindedly, rather dangerously, focused still on her crotch and the fire that the Professor had sparked inside her. The story was filling out, as she now had the perfect characteristics of her male protagonist, and the exact way that her lead female would find herself ensnared by him. Brushing past students ambling back in from the sunshine, Hermione ran up the stairs to her room, jumped onto her bed and waved her wand vaguely, closing the curtains.
Shucking herself out of her robes and restrictive outerwear, she lay on her cool sheets in her bra and panties, imagining strong hands rubbing her shoulders, drawing her bra off with a simple twist and yank, pushing her further down onto the bed only to pull her into his embrace as he followed her down onto the large soft bed. Lying on her front, Hermione pulled out the hard back book occupying the space beside her pillow, and using it to rest her parchment, nibbled on the end of her ballpoint, dozens of different scenarios rushing through her head.
Squeezing her thighs together to stave off the desire to use her wand right now, Hermione concentrated on her story.
**
‘Detention, Miss Andover, for interrupting a Professor at his work, outside of office hours. For interrupting thoroughly important work, that required concentration and research, and a single minded focus towards a goal…’ Her professor was agitated, that much was obvious, from his tense shoulders to his inane babbling, something that would never have occurred if she had not interrupted him mid flow so to speak. She looked up at him embarrassed, mutely accepting her punishment, when the flicker of his eyes to her chest made her look down, at his crotch. It was an almost carnal response to the situation, but she was still wet, and her nipples were still hard despite the fear that had been coursing through her minutes ago, and his tall hard frame was centimetres away from her. Felice stepped forward without thinking, a small hand reaching out to touch the expanse of black shirt in front of her, to feel the muscles that she had never dared to imagine before under her fingers. A soft stroke and he jerked back away from her, as if a jolt of electricity had gone through him.
He grabbed her hand and spoke softly, so that she had to look up at him to hear. ‘Be careful what you wish for, little girl, you may get more than you bargained for.’ He pushed himself against her and she fought herself to not rock up against him, as he walked out of the Restricted Section, calling behind him to say, ‘Detention, tomorrow night, 8 o’clock. Don’t forget!’
As if I will be able to think of anything else all day, Felice thought, grumbling. She was so sexually frustrated and the sexy Defence Master hadn’t helped with his allusion to what may happen, and she was frustrated, because now that he was away from her, she could think. He was having sex with a student, and because she was doing her duty and interrupted, she was in trouble. She had half a mind to storm up to the Headmaster in the morning and dispute her punishment. But then as she walked her soaking panties reminded her that maybe her punishment would be to her liking. Just maybe…
**
Right, more plot. This is good, more tension, also good. No sex yet, not so good. Her avid readers, namely the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff girls, would be sending her glares throughout dinner if there wasn’t a hint of actual sex on the horizon. It’s not my fault that all these stories need development and plot, I could write a sex scene anytime, but one that makes sense, one that hits the reader in the right places, that takes time.
Fine.
**
The following evening after spending all day frowning, glaring or gazing speculatively off into space, Felicity Andover arrived for detention at her Head of House’s office. Knocking on the door in her usual efficient, brisk manner, she entered the room and stood in front of her Professor, head held high, refusing to be cowed into submission, at least for now.
You will be scrubbing this room, from top to bottom, without magic. If you do not complete this task before midnight you will come back at the same time tomorrow to complete it, until it is to my satisfaction. Is this clear, Miss Andover? Do you need to continue impinging on my time by being slovenly? I do not understand how you, as Head Girl, have such disrespect for you professors, who have dedicated years to your improvement. Now, proceed!
Removing her robe, Felice decided that the small sized classroom, used by the Advanced Potions class only, should not require anymore than an evening’s hard work, and if that satisfied her professor’s need for retaliation over interrupting him, so be it. Climbing onto the desks to reach shelves, Felice dusted and cleaned, wiped and scrubbed until she herself felt filthy with grime in her hair and under her fingernails. Her white school shirt was grey and clinging to her back and chest, no longer tucked in, and she knew her hair was a mess. So focused was she on her task, and her aim to complete it as quickly as possible, that she gave a startled squeak when in turning around to hop from one desk to another, she encountered her professor, looking up at her from a stool. Hyperaware of the view he had, up her skirt, and of her lacy bra through her shirt, she crossed her arms in front of her chest and squeezed her thighs to hide a glimpse of her panties. Can I help you Professor? She stammered. I’m nearly done with the shelves, I just need to do the table tops and sweep the floor… He raised a sardonic eyebrow in a gesture of disbelief. She frowned in confusion. You do not believe for a minute that you will actually complete your task in one evening, do you, Miss Andover? Reaching forwards his hands wrapped around her calves, and he pulled her forward, and off the table. To stop herself toppling backwards, Felice grabbed his head, then shoulders to steady herself. Then she realized that his head was buried between her breasts, his hands were groping her arse under skirt, and he had sat her down on the edge of the table, standing between her parted legs.
His fingers quickly sought the edges of her panties, and yanked them down, off her legs and were thrown over her shoulder. While one hand traced her slit, wet and warm, the other hand removed her shirt and bra, and palming a heavy breast, flicked and rubbed and pulled at the nipple until she was moaning into his shoulder, her hands in his hair, her mind unable to process how quickly things were happening. In what felt like seconds, she was sitting on the edge of the desk in nothing but her skirt hunched up around her waist, with her head flung back, his mouth attached to her nipples, his fingers rubbing and stroking and plunging into her soaking wet heated centre, fucking her, with his other hand holding tight onto the back of her neck by her long hair. Her legs wrapped around his waist, and she moaned, arching her back, jerking her hips, begging him to go deeper, to push himself inside her, to make her come and moan and beg and scream. He bit her nipples, one after the other, which shocked her before making her even more wet, then pushed the edge of a fingernail across the swollen tip of her clit, whereby she cried out, nearly in tears from the pleasure/ pain. A few muttered words and his broad chest was to view, a smattering of dark hair, leading to a trail to the edge of his trousers. Fingers scrabbling, she tried to yank his trousers down without undoing buttons, but a few seconds later her hand came in contact with hot soft hard flesh that jumped in her hand. He growled in her ear, a pure guttural animalistic sound, pushed her onto her back, lifted her legs onto his shoulders, and aligning the head of his hot hard thick cock with her sodden hole, pushed himself deep inside her. How deep he went, going in a direction that felt parallel to her spine, pushing against her G spot and her cervix, hard, making her see stars. Pulling out nearly completely, he pushed himself inside her again, hard. He repeated this action, over and over, until Felice was crying under him, dying for a small variance in his tireless pace. He lifted her off the desk, so she was wrapped around him, and she felt how incredible it was to have friction against her clit as he pounded into her faster banging her back against the table, her big breasts bouncing in front of him, both nearly hypnotized by the rocking rhythm they had, and then he bent his head forward, licked the side of her neck where her pulse was beating in time to his hips, and bit down and sucked her neck, nearly hard enough to draw blood.
Felice’s tight cunt spasmed as he sucked on her neck, she screamed as her orgasm ripped through her, her pussy clenching and unclenching, milking his huge cock, as he pounded into her one last time, arched his back and screamed into her neck as his hot cum filled her. They were shuddering, sweating and soaking, clinging to each other, gasping for breath, when the chime for midnight sang through the classroom.
So, tomorrow night your detention continues, I see. He whispered into her ear, his cock still buried deep inside her. Her only acknowledgement was to clench her pussy tight around his cock, once.
***
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As she ran down the corridors of Hogwarts scattering students in her wake, Hermione was single mindedly, rather dangerously, focused still on her crotch and the fire that the Professor had sparked inside her. The story was filling out, as she now had the perfect characteristics of her male protagonist, and the exact way that her lead female would find herself ensnared by him. Brushing past students ambling back in from the sunshine, Hermione ran up the stairs to her room, jumped onto her bed and waved her wand vaguely, closing the curtains.
Shucking herself out of her robes and restrictive outerwear, she lay on her cool sheets in her bra and panties, imagining strong hands rubbing her shoulders, drawing her bra off with a simple twist and yank, pushing her further down onto the bed only to pull her into his embrace as he followed her down onto the large soft bed. Lying on her front, Hermione pulled out the hard back book occupying the space beside her pillow, and using it to rest her parchment, nibbled on the end of her ballpoint, dozens of different scenarios rushing through her head.
Squeezing her thighs together to stave off the desire to use her wand right now, Hermione concentrated on her story.
**
‘Detention, Miss Andover, for interrupting a Professor at his work, outside of office hours. For interrupting thoroughly important work, that required concentration and research, and a single minded focus towards a goal…’ Her professor was agitated, that much was obvious, from his tense shoulders to his inane babbling, something that would never have occurred if she had not interrupted him mid flow so to speak. She looked up at him embarrassed, mutely accepting her punishment, when the flicker of his eyes to her chest made her look down, at his crotch. It was an almost carnal response to the situation, but she was still wet, and her nipples were still hard despite the fear that had been coursing through her minutes ago, and his tall hard frame was centimetres away from her. Felice stepped forward without thinking, a small hand reaching out to touch the expanse of black shirt in front of her, to feel the muscles that she had never dared to imagine before under her fingers. A soft stroke and he jerked back away from her, as if a jolt of electricity had gone through him.
He grabbed her hand and spoke softly, so that she had to look up at him to hear. ‘Be careful what you wish for, little girl, you may get more than you bargained for.’ He pushed himself against her and she fought herself to not rock up against him, as he walked out of the Restricted Section, calling behind him to say, ‘Detention, tomorrow night, 8 o’clock. Don’t forget!’
As if I will be able to think of anything else all day, Felice thought, grumbling. She was so sexually frustrated and the sexy Defence Master hadn’t helped with his allusion to what may happen, and she was frustrated, because now that he was away from her, she could think. He was having sex with a student, and because she was doing her duty and interrupted, she was in trouble. She had half a mind to storm up to the Headmaster in the morning and dispute her punishment. But then as she walked her soaking panties reminded her that maybe her punishment would be to her liking. Just maybe…
**
Right, more plot. This is good, more tension, also good. No sex yet, not so good. Her avid readers, namely the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff girls, would be sending her glares throughout dinner if there wasn’t a hint of actual sex on the horizon. It’s not my fault that all these stories need development and plot, I could write a sex scene anytime, but one that makes sense, one that hits the reader in the right places, that takes time.
Fine.
**
The following evening after spending all day frowning, glaring or gazing speculatively off into space, Felicity Andover arrived for detention at her Head of House’s office. Knocking on the door in her usual efficient, brisk manner, she entered the room and stood in front of her Professor, head held high, refusing to be cowed into submission, at least for now.
You will be scrubbing this room, from top to bottom, without magic. If you do not complete this task before midnight you will come back at the same time tomorrow to complete it, until it is to my satisfaction. Is this clear, Miss Andover? Do you need to continue impinging on my time by being slovenly? I do not understand how you, as Head Girl, have such disrespect for you professors, who have dedicated years to your improvement. Now, proceed!
Removing her robe, Felice decided that the small sized classroom, used by the Advanced Potions class only, should not require anymore than an evening’s hard work, and if that satisfied her professor’s need for retaliation over interrupting him, so be it. Climbing onto the desks to reach shelves, Felice dusted and cleaned, wiped and scrubbed until she herself felt filthy with grime in her hair and under her fingernails. Her white school shirt was grey and clinging to her back and chest, no longer tucked in, and she knew her hair was a mess. So focused was she on her task, and her aim to complete it as quickly as possible, that she gave a startled squeak when in turning around to hop from one desk to another, she encountered her professor, looking up at her from a stool. Hyperaware of the view he had, up her skirt, and of her lacy bra through her shirt, she crossed her arms in front of her chest and squeezed her thighs to hide a glimpse of her panties. Can I help you Professor? She stammered. I’m nearly done with the shelves, I just need to do the table tops and sweep the floor… He raised a sardonic eyebrow in a gesture of disbelief. She frowned in confusion. You do not believe for a minute that you will actually complete your task in one evening, do you, Miss Andover? Reaching forwards his hands wrapped around her calves, and he pulled her forward, and off the table. To stop herself toppling backwards, Felice grabbed his head, then shoulders to steady herself. Then she realized that his head was buried between her breasts, his hands were groping her arse under skirt, and he had sat her down on the edge of the table, standing between her parted legs.
His fingers quickly sought the edges of her panties, and yanked them down, off her legs and were thrown over her shoulder. While one hand traced her slit, wet and warm, the other hand removed her shirt and bra, and palming a heavy breast, flicked and rubbed and pulled at the nipple until she was moaning into his shoulder, her hands in his hair, her mind unable to process how quickly things were happening. In what felt like seconds, she was sitting on the edge of the desk in nothing but her skirt hunched up around her waist, with her head flung back, his mouth attached to her nipples, his fingers rubbing and stroking and plunging into her soaking wet heated centre, fucking her, with his other hand holding tight onto the back of her neck by her long hair. Her legs wrapped around his waist, and she moaned, arching her back, jerking her hips, begging him to go deeper, to push himself inside her, to make her come and moan and beg and scream. He bit her nipples, one after the other, which shocked her before making her even more wet, then pushed the edge of a fingernail across the swollen tip of her clit, whereby she cried out, nearly in tears from the pleasure/ pain. A few muttered words and his broad chest was to view, a smattering of dark hair, leading to a trail to the edge of his trousers. Fingers scrabbling, she tried to yank his trousers down without undoing buttons, but a few seconds later her hand came in contact with hot soft hard flesh that jumped in her hand. He growled in her ear, a pure guttural animalistic sound, pushed her onto her back, lifted her legs onto his shoulders, and aligning the head of his hot hard thick cock with her sodden hole, pushed himself deep inside her. How deep he went, going in a direction that felt parallel to her spine, pushing against her G spot and her cervix, hard, making her see stars. Pulling out nearly completely, he pushed himself inside her again, hard. He repeated this action, over and over, until Felice was crying under him, dying for a small variance in his tireless pace. He lifted her off the desk, so she was wrapped around him, and she felt how incredible it was to have friction against her clit as he pounded into her faster banging her back against the table, her big breasts bouncing in front of him, both nearly hypnotized by the rocking rhythm they had, and then he bent his head forward, licked the side of her neck where her pulse was beating in time to his hips, and bit down and sucked her neck, nearly hard enough to draw blood.
Felice’s tight cunt spasmed as he sucked on her neck, she screamed as her orgasm ripped through her, her pussy clenching and unclenching, milking his huge cock, as he pounded into her one last time, arched his back and screamed into her neck as his hot cum filled her. They were shuddering, sweating and soaking, clinging to each other, gasping for breath, when the chime for midnight sang through the classroom.
So, tomorrow night your detention continues, I see. He whispered into her ear, his cock still buried deep inside her. Her only acknowledgement was to clench her pussy tight around his cock, once.
***
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