Dangerous Escapism

Chapter 2



Incredible as it seemed to him, not only had Miss Granger come to enjoy potions better than any of her other classes (in spite of his best efforts), but she was actually interested in becoming a Potions Teacher. Fleur had come to Hogwarts to study under Snape for similar reasons - the Potions mistress at Beauxbatons was inferior (not surprising, since Potions was misunderstood and weakly-taught at virtually every wizarding school, including University-level), with the intention that she would write the British Wizarding N.E.W.T.s and go on to a reputable British university that specialized in potions.



Disinterestedly, Snape had agreed to Granger\'s first Potions project, back in September, and had with his usual irritation and diffidence supported her to the small degree necessary for her to accomplish it with aplomb. He was gratified that she had finished it at the end of November, rather than her projected February completion date, as he then hoped to have her out of his hair. When she approached him with a suggestion of a second project, one that would have her focus on teaching methods in Potions, he had put the Kibosh on it at once, deftly extricating himself from the responsibility with growled insults and threats.



However, when he realized that having Fleur in the Potions classroom marking 1st and 2nd year essays and tutoring her in her educational gaps was entirely too much for his hormones, he approached Granger with a suggestion. She could tutor Fleur in part of the Hogwarts Potions Curriculum that she didn\'t appear to know, Snape himself would administer regular tests to chart her progress, Fleur would evaluate Granger\'s instruction methods, and Fleur would write her N.E.W.T.s along with Granger and the other seventh-years. Fleur\'s success in her tests and N.E.W.T.s would determine Granger\'s mark on the project.



It seemed like a brilliant idea at the time.



II



What he hadn\'t counted on was a) the fact of their potent combined sex appeal, and b) their intense, if unlikely, friendship. Either alone would have been irritating - the two together were utter torture. They arranged (how, he wasn\'t sure - he had no memory of agreeing) to meet in the potions classroom during times when he was there, for what reason he could not fathom. It was part of his agreement with Granger that she bother him as little as possible; he made it clear to her that if he felt that he was guiding the process, it would appear to him that she was not up to the job of teaching the potions curriculum.



Which was fortunate for him, because he could barely stand to be near them.



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At first, Snape was surprised that Fleur would be so compatible with Granger because he thought the latter too plain for the sexy French Veela - then when he got a good look at the Hogwarts Head Girl, he thought the opposite - that Fleur wouldn\'t like her because she would be too much competition. In truth, Snape wasn\'t the only person surprised to see them attached at the hip; talking together between classes, bent over shared books, eating off each others\' plates at the high table, endlessly whispering...and worst of all, Gods have mercy, spending every free moment in the Potions classroom.



Well, he couldn\'t really take marks off Granger for bothering him with her mere presence, could he? Well, he could, but that would tip his hand so to speak. For the last four months or so, Snape had spent up to six hours a week imprisoned behind his own desk, forced to absorb and inhale and survey the blissfully ignorant, agonizing result of his moronic idea.



In keeping with his credo of simply not thinking of Hogwarts students as sexual beings, Snape had barely noticed Hermione Granger growing into womanhood. The observation he made about her teeth in...was it her second year? Third? He couldn\'t even remember...was truthful, if misconstrued. He didn\'t notice any difference, because he hadn\'t noticed her teeth or anything else about her in the first place! To him, she was just a body in a chair, a name on a paper, and a potential target for criticism and (one would hope) ridicule. What went on in her robes, her mind or her bedroom was genuinely none of his concern, and didn\'t even interest him.



Fleur, on the other hand...(Urgh, there goes another trite double-entendre)...



He hazarded a glance towards the two girls, both with their luscious hair loose, heads bent over Granger\'s lesson book, knees almost touching under the table. In his mind\'s eye they looked up at each other and allowed their moist parted lips to meet in a softly-sensual, lingering kiss. He imagined their sweet little hands reaching up into each other\'s hair, imagined their blushes and giggles at the whispered words they spoke into each other\'s ears. In reality, they did look up, but at him, and with identically quizzical and distant facial expressions. Grunting, he looked back down at his work (actually, the third page of doodles and indecipherable notes he had written since the beginning of their study session), and therefore to his private musings.



What seemed like hours, but was in truth probably minutes later, Snape had reached the end of his proverbial rope. The fecund spring air, combined with the provocative scent of the two girls, his persistent images of them kissing and the evidence of his own arousal, created an atmosphere so oppressively erotic that he feared that if he didn\'t escape it that he would do something truly embarrassing.



Snape stood up and turned with a flourish towards the storage cabinets at the back of the room (thank the Gods I can have my back to them, he thought). With uncustomary incautiousness, he waved his wand in the direction of the hidden entrance to his rooms, whispered the password (servitude), and snarled "I tire of waiting for you two ninnies to finish your lesson - lock up when you leave." over his shoulder before retreating with relief through the heretofore secret door to his chambers.



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Snape hung up his robes and removed his shoes in the small entrance hall on the other side of the door. Donning a pair of slippers and a heavy black lounging robe, he opened the door to his sitting room and entered.



His rooms were pleasantly cool (was it his imagination that the Potions classroom had seemed like a tropical rainforest?), and with a wave of his wand he lit candles and torches but ignored the smouldering fireplace. Thinking that a spot of brandy might not be amiss, he conjured a snifter and a small flame to warm the amber liquid which he poured from a half-full bottle of Hennessy that he\'d been nursing jealously since Christmas, an unusually thoughtful gift from Minerva.



Utilizing the same self-discipline that had helped him survive his years with Voldemort, he banished thoughts of the head of Gryffindor house. "Better not to think of her," he mused, "since I am about to do some very nasty things to her favourite student, if only in my mind."



The heating Cognac released a heady odour into Snape\'s rooms as he settled himself in a comfortable armchair. Having made the decision to give in to his craving to fantasize about Fleur and Hermione, he instantly relaxed. Mmm, this is going to be good, he thought, very, very slow....



He summoned a jar of lubricant but did not open it. Instead, he spread his knees and dropped his left hand lazily, almost diffidently, to his crotch. He was right-handed, but he wanted to tease himself, and using his left would ensure a slower response. Snape closed his eyes, and reached with his right hand to the top button of his jacket, and began to undo the buttons with infinite care.



In his mind\'s eye, the two girls were standing before him, Fleur in a grey silk teddy and loose matching panties, edged with lace; and Hermione in something smuttier - a black lace merry widow and thong, with black stockings and a garter. Their loose hair and smooth skin gleamed in the candlelight, and their eyes shone with unguarded lust. Sighing with anticipation, Snape leaned back as the two girls approached him. Hermione leaned down and wound her fingers in his hair, while deftly unbuttoning his jacket with the other. Snape moaned as Fleur sat astride his left thigh, clasping his left hand in her right so that he couldn\'t touch her, and caressing his cock through his pants slowly, softly, with only the fingertips and knuckles of her tiny hand. "Please...touch me harder..." he managed to gasp, while reaching for Hermione\'s breast with his free hand.



Temporarily leaving off her caresses, Hermione grabbed the arm that reached for her and placed it firmly on the arm-rest of the overstuffed chair. Spreading his hand flat, palm up, she sat on top of it, thighs spread, with too much weight on him to allow movement. He could feel her hot, wet pussy through her stringed garments, and when she began to grind against him while continuing her patient ministrations on his chest, he thought he would explode with unsatisfied lust.



As Hermione finished Snape\'s jacket and started unbuttoning his shirt, he dragged his gaze back and forth between the two girls. Their beautiful eyes were so dark with passion that he couldn\'t for the life of him tell their natural colour; and their excitement showed in their hard nipples, dimpled gooseflesh on their arms and cleavage, and their panting breath. As Snape stroked his own cock through his pants, and unbuttoned his own shirt, he experienced in his mind a triumvirate of appetizing temptations...



Hermione unbuttoned the last of Snape\'s shirt buttons and began to stroke his chest. At the same moment, Fleur began to squeeze him, ever so gently, with just the tips of her fingers. The effect was at once exquisite and agonizing- and then, as he watched the two girls astride him, holding him down and teasing him so brutally, they slowly leaned towards each other, licked their lips, and kissed right in front of his long, hooked nose.



At that instant, Snape heard the door to his private chambers creak open.