Disharmony in the Dungeons

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Chapter 24 ~ Mrs. Snape’s Inappropriate Behavior

The Christmas holidays served as the Snapes’ honeymoon. Severus found that Hermione was as apt a pupil at sex as she was at her studies. She was willing, curious and had a hunger to learn, so much of a hunger in fact, that he had to add a stamina potion to his daily exercise regime. He had forgotten how much energy an eighteen-year-old could have, but luckily he had vast reservoirs of lust on which to draw from. They were still at the sexual intercourse stage. He had not yet embarked on teaching Hermione the joys of giving oral sex. He intended to, but they always seemed to end up fucking. However he enjoyed servicing Hermione, one of his greatest pleasures was feeling her trembling on the tip of his tongue or shuddering around the head of his cock.

On their rare appearances in the Great Hall, the other staff members commented among themselves at how Severus looked less sour. He may have looked it, but he acted as snarky as ever, almost spearing Flitwick’s hand with his fork when the little Professor inadvertently reached into Hermione’s plate for one of her sweet rolls. Flitwick was very greedy, and the kitchens had, in a rare occurrence run out of the sweet treats. Severus did not see Hermione give the Professor permission to take one of her rolls, and acted accordingly. He was extremely protective of his wife.

“Severus! I told Professor Flitwick he could have one of my rolls,” she chided him.

“You should have handed it to him in that case,” Severus replied as the small Professor held his almost injured hand tight to his body and stared at the dark wizard reproachfully.

Hermione apologized and gave Flitwick a roll off her plate, and gave Severus the cold shoulder for the rest of the meal. She attempted to continue the coldness that night, but Severus wasn’t having it and seduced Hermione within ten minutes of her getting into bed with him, riding her hard for her treatment of him in the Great Hall. The thing was, Hermione loved his ‘punishment’, which delighted the Potions Master. Hermione was a lot tougher and resilient physically than he had initially thought. The witch could take a pounding, and that suited his darker side.

The holidays ended, and classes resumed as usual. Ron and Ginny returned from the Burrow, and as Hermione had thought, Ron did not take the news that she was going to remain married to the Professor well. Ginny, on the other hand, didn’t seem surprised at all.

“I knew you had fallen in love with him, Hermione,” she said as they walked through the main hall. Ginny was on her way to Muggle Studies and Hermione was on her way to Advanced Potions. Ginny looked at her curiously.

“You look different Hermione. You fucked him, didn’t you?” Ginny asked her.

“Incessantly,” Hermione replied. Both girls melted into giggles.

“So,” Ginny said, her brown eyes curious, “How is he?”

Hermione shook her head. “He’s amazing. I can’t describe how he makes me feel, Ginny. I can only say that people have no idea how he really is. How kind he can be. How expressive,” she said, “How hot.”

Ginny smiled. “I think, Hermione…only you will ever see that side of him. I think the cold, snarky side is how he actually is too. He is like that with you because you are his wife. The rest of the world means nothing to him.”

Hermione scowled at Ginny. The rest of the world certainly did mean something to her husband. That’s why he was risking his life to try and save it from Voldemort. But she couldn’t tell the red-haired witch that.

“It means more to him than you think, Ginny,” she said shortly, angry with her friend, “I’ll see you later.”

Ginny felt the chill in Hermione’s voice as she departed. The witch looked after her, shrugged and headed for class.

Hermione was two minutes late for Potions class. Severus looked at her imperiously as she entered and took her seat in front of his desk.

“You’re late Mrs. Snape. Twenty-five points from Gryffindor for your tardiness,” he snapped, turning to the blackboard to write the day’s homework assignment. Hermione scowled at his back as her housemates groaned. Most knew that Hermione had decided to stay married to the snarky bastard, but couldn’t understand why. He certainly didn’t treat her any nicer.

Finished with putting the day’s assignment on the board, Severus walked to the front of the class and prepared to give a lecture on the use of Jobberknoll feathers in memory potions and truth serums. As he began his lecture, with his customary pacing and gesticulating, Hermione watched him and couldn’t help thinking about fucking him. She watched him, hot-eyed as he spoke to the class, and more than once his black eyes fell on her, her expression causing him to lose his train of thought several times, much to his consternation. He scowled at her blackly, but it did no good. She simply licked her lips at him, causing his cock to throb uncomfortably.

Severus eventually ended up giving the rest of his lecture seated behind his desk, so his erection wouldn’t show. When class was over and everyone was rising to go, he looked at Hermione.

“Mrs. Snape, a word please,” he said. He didn’t look pleased.

Hermione shouldered her backpack and walked up to his desk.

“Yes, Professor?” she said. Her face was straight, but there was a twinkle in her eye. She knew why he had sat down during his lecture, and she loved the fact she had that kind of power over him. Particularly since he had taken points from her at the beginning of class.

“Mrs. Snape, I do not appreciate you disrupting my lectures by taking advantage of my attraction to you,” Severus said, scowling at her.

“I didn’t do anything but sit in my seat and pay attention to you,” Hermione retorted, scowling back at him.

“Inappropriate attention,” he hissed at her.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Hermione said evenly. They both knew that was a lie.

“You were giving me ‘bedroom eyes’” Severus said, his black brows furrowed darkly.

Hermione laughed, and it just made him madder.

“Fifty points from Gryffindor!” he said, “Now…laugh about THAT, Mrs. Snape. And from now I expect you to conduct yourself like any other student while in my class, or I swear I will assign you detention with Filch cleaning out the Thestral stables! Go. You are dismissed!”

Hermione stormed out of the Potions class, slamming the door behind her. She wouldn’t have dared do that before she became his wife. She could get away with some things. Her mind raced as she walked up the corridor. Inappropriate attention, eh? She’d show him some inappropriate attention all right.

Hermione and Severus had an agreement that they would not discuss any classroom incidents at home. When Hermione entered his classroom, as far as Severus was concerned she was just another student. Any complaints she had would have to be addressed either in the classroom, or she would have to make an appointment to see him in his office. Hermione learned long ago, that the office visits usually resulted in the loss of even more points. Being married to him didn’t change that fact. He was a Slytherin after all, and lived to take points from Gryffindor house.

She’d fix him though. Hermione headed for the library. She said hello to Madam Pince the librarian and asked to be let into the restricted section. Normally she would have needed a note from a teacher to enter, but since she was the wife of a Professor, Madam Pince did not feel the rules applied to her. She was a married woman, therefore mature enough to browse through the restricted tomes, in the librarian’s opinion.

Hermione walked through the gate and headed for the section of books that covered sex. She browsed the titles, and selected several tomes. She carried them out and sat at a table far removed from the rest and leafed through book after book until she found what she was looking for. There were illustrations. Wizarding illustrations that showed her exactly what she needed to do. She got a little hot watching the images, and squeezed her legs together. It looked quite sexy. Hermione then read the text, learning about sensitive areas, spots that gave the most pleasure, and the best ways to give that pleasure. She absorbed all the information with her usual gusto. When she finished reading, she smiled a rather wicked smile as she returned the books to the shelves.

“Inappropriate? I’ll show him inappropriate,” she said to herself as she exited the library.

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The next day in Potions class, Hermione was just as bad as the day before, if not worse. Since she sat directly in front of Severus’ desk and was the only student in the front row, no one but the Potions Master could see the sexy, sultry looks she was giving him, biting her lip the same way she did when he hit bottom, and running her tongue over her partially opened lips as he attempted to teach the class. Severus once again ended up behind his desk, scowling at Hermione and giving the class a reading assignment to do as he waited for his cock to go down.

Oh, he was going to get Hermione. She was going to be shoveling Thestral shit for the next three days. Maybe that would show her he meant business. Or maybe he should give her those anal sex lessons he’d been thinking about lately. If the stable cleaning didn’t work, that would be his next step for sure. Knowing that disrupting his class could result in her getting a huge cock shoved up her ass might deter her. She really was a distraction he didn’t need when working. He had a job to do after all.

When class was dismissed, he once again called Hermione to his desk. This time she walked around it. He looked at her scowling.

“What the fuck do you think you were doing?” he said in a low and dangerous voice. He was really very angry with her.

“Being inappropriate,” she replied with a smirk.

Severus’ eyes rose in surprise, then drew together blackly.

“Yes…and your inappropriateness has earned you three days detention with Filch cleaning the Thestrals stables without magic, Mrs. Snape,” Severus hissed at her. “Starting this evening.”

Hermione stared down at him, her eyes taking on a glow he recognized. Why was she looking like that now?

“Since you’re going to give me such a severe punishment, Professor, I might as well do something really inappropriate,” she said huskily. And Hermione spun Severus’ chair so he faced her and dropped to her knees.

“What are you doing, Hermione?” Severus asked her, alarmed.

Hermione looked up at him.

“Paying you inappropriate attention,” she replied, unfastening the lower half of his robes.

Severus didn’t know what to do for a moment as he watched his wife open his robes. The teacher in him said to grab her hands, make her stand up and leave. But the man in him said, "Whatever she’s up to, let her do it." And it looked like she was up to something that he’d like very much as she parted his robes and her fingers went to his pants, unfastening them.

“Hermione,” he hissed as she peeled open his pants. She lowered the front of his silk boxers and pulled out his cock with her hot little hands.

“Shit,” Severus said, sliding lower in the chair and waving his hand at the classroom door hurriedly, warding it securely. He watched his wife handle his swelling cock, a glazed look in his eyes as she pressed her lips to the tip of his cock. Severus hissed as the beautiful young witch ran her tongue around the flange, then licked, kissed and sucked her way down his shaft, reaching up with her other hand to cup and gently squeeze his balls. Severus bucked in the chair.

“Gods, where did you learn this?” he breathed as Hermione ran her soft lips back and forth over him. She didn’t stop to answer as she lifted his cock and flicked her tongue over his balls, before sucking first one, then the other, then both into her hot mouth.

“Fuck! Fuck!” Severus groaned, both hands gripping the side of the chair, his legs stretching out spasmodically on either side of the kneeling witch swirling his balls around in her searing mouth, licking them with her tongue and sucking them gently as she worked her fist up and down his thick shaft.

Hermione released his balls and licked her way back up his cock, this time slipping her mouth over the head and dipping it into her warmth, sucking hard.

“Oh, yesssss,” Severus hissed, watching her. Gods, she had his cock between her sweet lips and was doing a damn good job with it. Hermione began to bob on his organ wetly, her lips dragging over him back and forth as she worked her fist up and down the rest of his glistening shaft, stimulating him, bringing him close. Severus grabbed his wife’s head between his hands and started pulling her over him faster, his head thrown back, eyes closed in pleasure.

“You wicked, wicked witch!” he groaned as Hermione sucked his cock greedily, turned on by his response and the illicitness of their situation. This was the first time they had done anything outside of their bedroom. Her husband’s hardness sliding in and out of her mouth was making her so, so wet.

Suddenly Severus stiffened, then hunched forward, pulling Hermione as far down on his cock as he could and letting out a strangled cry as he came in her mouth powerfully, groaning as he felt her swallowing his release down. It felt like the room was spinning, and he couldn’t breathe for a moment…the pleasure was just too great. The Potions Master felt Hermione’s head shuddering under his hands and suspected she had come too.

Finally, the pulsing stopped and Hermione pulled away as Severus flopped back in the chair, his black eyes watching as she stood up and gave him a wry smile.

“It’s amazing what you can learn from the right books,” she said, picking up her backpack and slinging it over her shoulder. “Even inappropriate behavior. Goodbye, Professor.”

She started for the door. Severus raised his hand with effort and unwarded it for her.

“Mrs. Snape,” he called after his wife rather hoarsely, his breathing still labored.

Hermione turned.

“Yes, Professor?” she asked, her amber eyes laughing at him.

“Your detention has been moved to my rooms. Eight o’clock tonight. Be prepared to give a repeat performance,” he said weakly.

“Yes, Professor,” she said, giving him a sexy grin, then turning and exiting the classroom.

Severus sat up slowly and tucked his cock back into his pants, fastened them, then started refastening the lower half of his robes. He had meant what he said.

Hermione was one wicked, wicked witch.

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A/N: Yes, she’s wicked. Deliciously wicked. Go Hermione. Lol. Please review.