Hard Times for Severus Snape - (Editing)

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Chapter 22 ~ Capture First the Mind, and the Body will Follow

Hermione was in the potions lab, working on another brew for Poppy. She was dressed in muggle jeans, and a blue mid-riff shirt. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail so she wouldn't inadvertently contaminate the potion she was working on. She had just added a pinch of fluxweed when she felt a presence behind her. It was the Professor and he was leaning over her shoulder, his lean body inches from hers, his face next to her ear.

"Don't you think you need to turn up the heat, Hermione?" he said to her in a low voice.

Hermione felt her heartbeat quickening at his proximity, and fought the urge to lean back against him. She swallowed then said, "No, Professor. I have it at the proper temperature for this stage of the brewing.

"I'm not talking about the potion, Hermione. I'm talking about you," the Potions Master said silkily, "You need to turn up the heat, my little Gryffindor. I know what you want. What you need."

Severus pressed his body against hers, and Hermione could feel his huge erection against the small of her back. He must have only had on his boxers beneath his robes, because she could feel the heat of his cock.

"Don't," she said weakly as he slid his pale hands around her exposed belly and pulled her back, grinding against her lightly.

"Don't what, Hermione? Do this?" he said, sliding his hands under her shirt and cupping her breasts, squeezing them and flicking his thumbs across both nipples. They instantly hardened.

"Or this?" he whispered, placing his lips against her throat and sucking on her neck gently as he fondled the witch and ground against her. She sighed, then let out a small moan as his long fingers inverted and slipped under the waist of her jeans and knickers, tickling her pubic hair.

She writhed against him.

"Don't, Severus…please," she whispered, delicious feelings shooting through her belly.

The Potions Master pushed his hand deeper into her pants, until his fingers found her core. She was soaking wet. He rubbed his fingers through her softness, and she gasped against him, shuddering and slumping back against him.

"Seems to me, Miss Granger, that while your mouth is saying 'no', your body is begging me to take you," he whispered, mashing her clit and making her cry out. "You are soaking wet. And you know why a pussy gets wet, don't you? It wants something inside of it."

He pulled his hand out of her pants and brought it to his nose, inhaling the scent of her arousal, then brought it close to hers. Hermione breathed in the scent of her own need.

"That is a strong indication you want me to fuck you, Hermione," he breathed, bringing his fingers to his mouth and sucking them clean.

"Mmmm, sweet," he said, his lips moving against her ear.

He pulled back from the witch and turned her around, his black eyes burning down at her.

"Tell me you want me, Hermione. Tell me you want me to fuck you hard and strong, witch. I will. You know I will. And you'll love it, you little wanton. You play these games with me so I will ride you senseless when I get inside you. Be honest and tell me what you need," he said hypnotically.

Hermione had an ache between her legs as big as Hogwarts. She bit her lip as she looked up at him, trying to resist. The Professor reached down and grasped the waistband of her jeans, sliding his fingers through the loops, yanking her towards him.

"There is only a button and your knickers between you and bliss, Hermione. Tell me you need me to fuck you. I know it already. Just say it. Admit it," he breathed at her.

"Oh gods," she whispered.

"Calling on gods won't help you, Hermione. It would be better to call on me," he hissed, lowering his mouth to her throat, and sliding his large hands around to the small of her back and pressing her into his erection.

"Severus," Hermione breathed feeling fire coursing through her body.

"Yes, Hermione," he replied, stopping his ministrations and fixing her with a knowing gaze.

"Fuck me. Please, fuck me," she said, a sob of desire in her voice.


Hermione woke up in her bed and sat up quickly, covered in sweat and lust coursing through her body. Damn! What kind of fucking dream was that? She had a burning ache between her legs that wouldn't quit.

"Damn it," she breathed, falling back into the bed and sliding her finger to her core, trying to ease the throbbing, thrusting two fingers inside her pussy. But it wasn't enough. Frantically she worked her hand…it was soaked with her juices. She scrunched up her face and tried to will an orgasm from her over-stimulated body. After a few minutes she brought herself to a small release. It eased her somewhat…but it wasn't what she needed. What she needed was in the other bedroom, probably sound asleep.

Damn him for being the best lover she ever had.

Eric would have only been a Band-Aid on a gaping wound. She had experienced the wizard at his most passionate, and he barely managed to make her orgasm. If she had gone tonight, she probably would have been disappointed, though she would have never told Eric that. He couldn't match the Potions Master, physically or sexually. Severus' hands could do more than Eric's cock. Hermione sighed, grabbed her wand off the night table and scourgified herself, then put the wand back and curled up into a fetal position, desire still wracking her body. She had never felt like this for a wizard…a particular wizard. Her urges were usually just for release, just to reach orgasm. Now it wasn't enough.

The Potions Master had ruined her. She was like a muggle addict with a jones. Severus was both the needle and the drug. Damn.

She lay there, burning, waiting for sleep to come, and hoping when it did, it would be dreamless.

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The next morning both Severus and Hermione had breakfast in the Main Hall. Severus had arrived first, and watched Hermione as she walked in. She looked overtired, as if she hadn't slept well. Her amber eyes cut to him, then looked away quickly as she approached the dais. He knew that look from when she was his student. The witch had something she wanted to hide.

He knew what it was. Lust.

He hadn't sent Hermione memories last night…he sent her a fantasy of him seducing her in his potions lab. He had fucked the witch ragged on the counter, Hermione shrieking like a banshee the entire time. He didn't know how much of his fantasy she saw, but he was certain she saw something. He could feel her heat as she passed behind him on the way to her seat. She didn't meet his eyes or greet him as she usually did. Yes, something about him had disturbed her. Was disturbing her. And that something was, she wanted him.

He scowled. This was the irritating thing about Gryffindors. They tried so hard to stick to their own set of rules, their own imperfect code of honor, even when it was detrimental. They were far less adaptable than Slytherins, who could see the fallacy of their ways and gave themselves over to their urges, working with them instead of against them. If Hermione had been a Slytherin witch, despite her claim of not wanting to continue the relationship, she would have come to him in the night and been fucked senseless, then would have returned to her room sated and with a clear conscience. She would have realized that the path she was trying to walk simply veered toward him, and followed it.

But again, this was the aspect of Hermione that appealed to him. The conflict she felt was palpable. He wanted to see her fold and accept what was happening inside her. He wanted to see her admit that she wanted him, needed him and his kind of possession. He wanted to witness her surrender. Her conflict would make the victory sweeter. When she came to him, it would be because she couldn't help herself. She knew he wouldn't be gentle, but she would still come to him. That gave him a sense of power.

In all other aspects of her life, Hermione was a strong-willed witch, brilliant, confident, sure, knowing what she wanted, planning every move she made almost to the point of perfection and working tirelessly toward her goals. The Potions Master was the only variable, the only thing in her life that she couldn't control her reaction to. Certainly she had made plans concerning him, plans to extract that particular variable from her life. But her plans were brittle and crumbling, and she was the one breaking them apart.

Severus looked down the table and caught the witch looking at him. She flushed and looked down at her plate. He wished he were a couple of seats closer to her, then he could look into her mind. But no matter, she would be in the lab with him all day today…

He thought about his fantasy. He wondered if he approached her the same way, would she react as he imagined she would. It was quite a turn on to watch her fall apart beneath his touch. Did he dare try to blatantly seduce her? Severus' cock began to swell at the thought of coaxing her into sex with him. He wanted her again, badly.

Hermione ate only half her meal, and rose quickly. She walked by the Potions Master swiftly, leaving through the staff door. After a moment, Severus followed her, looking about as he exited the Great Hall, and seeing no one, disillusioned himself and glided soundlessly after her. She was heading for the owlery. He hurried and maneuvered himself into Legilimency range. He entered her mind. She was on her way to owl Eric, to see if she could meet him tonight. The witch was full of need, it literally blasted him with its urgency. He saw that Eric was not her ideal lover, but would serve as a substitute for him. Really? Did she think he would allow that, even if Eric were willing to accommodate her? Which he most likely wouldn't be. The wizard probably high-tailed it back to university, his cock safely tucked between his legs.

As he watched Hermione send the owl, he decided to change his plans to test if he could seduce her in the lab. Instead, tonight he would use blatant confrontation. It would require him to reveal he had been using Legilimency on her, but that wouldn't surprise her in the least. If he could get her to admit she was having sexual feelings for him, most likely he would be able to get her in his bed…and once he got her in his bed…

The Professor bit his lip as Hermione walked by him, the scent of jasmine lingering in the air as she passed. Once he got her in his bed, he didn't plan to get off her until the cock crowed…literally. He let her get a distance down the stairwell before he followed.

Yes. The Professor was almost certain he would have Hermione under him tonight. And if tonight, then for the rest of the summer.

If he were successful, Hermione could count on a spending good portion of her apprenticeship impaled on his cock.

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Hermione and Severus spent a quiet morning in the lab, the Professor putting the finishing touches on his budget, and Hermione brewing the next set of potions and fighting the thoughts running through her head. She hoped she would get an owl from Eric at lunch telling her to join him tonight. If she didn't…gods. Severus spent a good portion of his time listening in on the witch's thoughts. Her need was so powerful, he was tempted to approach her several times, but restrained himself. He caught glimpses of his fantasy in her thoughts. She woke up in the middle of it. A pity. It had been quite hot. She might have orgasmed in her sleep.

Hermione excused herself for lunch. The Professor stayed in his lab, ordering a sandwich from the kitchen. He had just finished eating when an excited Hermione burst into the lab, waving a piece of paper at him, scowling.

"What is this, Professor?" she demanded, waving the paper under his nose. He looked up at her.

"If you stopped waving it about like a flag, I might be able to tell you," he replied, frowning.

Hermione handed the paper to him. He looked at it, then handed it back, and picked his quill up.

"It's a check," he said, starting to write again.

"I know it's a check," she retorted, putting her hands on her hips.

"So why did you ask me, Miss Granger?" he asked. He stopped writing and looked up at her.

"Don't play stupid with me, Professor. You know exactly what I'm asking you. Why do I have this check? It's for more than ten thousand galleons!" she exclaimed.

Severus frowned.

"Is that all? Well, it's still early," he replied. "Next week's check might be double that."

He went back to writing. Hermione was so upset, she reached over and snatched the quill out of his hand.

"Start talking, Professor," she said, looking at him with a dangerous gleam in her eyes.

Severus leaned back in the chair and folded his arms, considering her.

"That check is your half of the residuals for 'Liquid Wood,'" he said.

"My half?"

"Yes. You were tantamount in the development of a viable potion, and in testing said potion. It is only correct that you receive credit and compensation for your work…and your sacrifice," he said, his voice dropping low for a moment as he referenced her fucking him in order to test the potion. She colored slightly.

The Professor continued.

"Plus your name is on a very marketable potion. It will be of great assistance in finding employment, if you choose to look for a position. You will be able to write your own check, so to speak. Of course, you will not have to work at all if you don't want to. You will be wealthy enough to do as you please, though it is my hope you will do independent research and development. It would be a shame to waste your talent."

"You put my name on the patent?" Hermione breathed as if she hadn't heard him the first time, her amber eyes wide.

"Yes, I did. As I said, it was the correct thing to do," he said. Then he leaped up from behind the desk as Hermione's legs buckled. He caught her before she went down. The witch fainted dead away.

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Hermione awoke to the feeling of something cool and damp on her face. She opened her eyes to see the Professor dabbing her face gently with a wet cloth. She blinked up at him.

"Professor, I dreamed I had a check for ten thousand galleons," she said softly.

The Professor waved the check at her.

"No dream, Hermione," he said, showing her the four zeros after the one. Her eyes fluttered again.

"Oh no you don't," he said, "Ennervate!"

Hermione's head cleared instantly.

"That is so much money, Professor, what will I do with it all?" she asked him.

"Well, first you should open an account at Gringotts and get the checks sent there, thus avoiding any further scenes like today," he replied, "And after that, you do anything you want. You are going to be an extremely wealthy witch. Get used to the idea."

Hermione looked up at him somberly.

"Why did you do this for me?" she asked him.

Severus sighed.

"I already told you…" he began.

"No. I want to know WHY you did this for me, the underlying reason. With you, there are always layers, Professor. Nothing is as it seems," the witch said.

He stared down at the lovely witch.

"I did it, Hermione, because you are brilliant. I didn't want you to get caught in the machine, and all your fire burned out of you while you tried to get ahead and earn enough money to set up a lab and do your own research and development. I wanted you to have the freedom to spread your wings, to be free to chase down your own theories, to have your own breakthroughs. Not work for some soulless enterprise that would claim everything you discover as their own. I feel you will make great strides in Potions, and it is a field I can honestly say, I love. I want to see it advanced, and I believe you will be very important in that advancement. That is why I did it, Hermione. Actually, my reasons are quite selfish, don't you agree?" he said, looking down at her.

The Potions Master had set her up for life, because he believed in her.

"Plus, you too will have to live with the infamy of being a co-creator of a potion called Liquid Wood. I will not be suffering alone," he said, giving her a smile. It was the second smile she had seen on him, the first being when the enhancement potion worked. He looked rather nice smiling. His eyes crinkled slightly, and his features softened. He even had a dimple.

Now she really felt like fucking him. It was mostly desire that moved her, but gratitude too. It was a great gift he had given her, and he had done it after she said she wouldn't have sex with him anymore. So she didn't think he was trying to buy her compliance. If he was, he had greatly overpaid.

Hermione looked at the Professor, and just let the feelings she had been repressing take her over. The hell with it. He deserved a good fuck.

The Professor noted the change in her eyes…the heat that was beginning to manifest there. She was going into a "Thank You Fuck" mode. He didn't want her gratitude. He wanted her desire.

Hermione took a deep breath to speak, but Severus held up a pale hand, stopping her.

"You are overcome with the enormity of your situation, Hermione," he said softly. "We will talk this evening. I have paperwork to finish," he said, rising. "You rest up. It's been quite a day for you."

He quickly left the study, leaving Hermione rather stunned on the sofa. She could tell he knew what she was going to say, and instead of taking advantage of the situation, he had walked away.

Maybe…maybe she had been wrong about him.

Maybe he did feel something.

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