Naughty Snippets

Snippet #23 ~ Knickers

Hermione waited nervously in her parent’s flat for Professor Snape to arrive. Her parents were abroad, visiting America for the holidays. She was waiting for the professor because she’d struck a deal with the devil rather than get expelled.

He had caught her in his Potions stores, trying to steal several very valuable ingredients for a potion she wanted to try to brew. An illegal potion at that. Since the wizarding world had nearly fell to Voldemort, stricter measures were enforced at the school because students with Death Eater parents had taken materials in those dark days.

Stealing ingredients and brewing illegal potions meant instant expulsion, with no exceptions. Not even a “hero” was beyond the rules. Snape, upon his miraculous survival in the Shrieking Shack, refused to take the Headmaster position and switched with Slughorn so he could once again haunt the dungeons. The switch was made quietly just before Christmas holiday, so no one knew Snape was restored.

Slughorn wasn’t as vigilant as the Potions master, who had a silent alarm on the stores. The moment Hermione managed to lower the wards, Snape was on to her. He silently arrived, and instead of immediately catching her, he stood outside and let her collect all the ingredients, then caught her by one arm as she exited.

Hermione nearly pissed herself.

”Professor Snape!” she gasped.

Snape’s cold black eyes rested on her. She was a young woman now.

”Yes, Professor Snape,” he hissed. “You are going to be expelled, Miss Granger. I suggest you go pack your things.”

Hermione’s eyes filled with tears.

”No, please Professor. I only took these ingredients to expand my knowledge of potions,” she pled with him. “Surely you understand the lust for such a thing. Don’t turn me in. Please.”

The dark wizard arched an eyebrow at her.

”I do understand lust, Miss Granger. The question is, do you?” he asked her silkily.

Hermione looked at him strangely.

“Yes,” she said slowly.

”Physical lust?”

Hermione’s eyes narrowed.

“What are you talking about, professor?” she asked him, a cold feeling in the pit of her stomach.

”You want to stay in school and graduate. I want—satisfaction. Sexual satisfaction. And not from a whore. I’m tired of whores. I want something—fresh and wholesome,” the wizard said in a low voice. “I take it that randy boyfriend of yours has already cleared the way—“

Hermione stared at him.

”You are no longer a virgin,” Snape clarified.

”No, I’m not,” she whispered, unable to believe the cold wizard was going down this path with her.

“Let me fuck you and this whole matter will—disappear,” Snape purred at her. “It will be as if it never happened and you can keep the ingredients. Otherwise, I will turn you in and you will be expelled. There will be no special dispensation for you. I’ll make sure of it.”

Hermione stared at him.

”What? Now?” she asked him.

”No. You are past the age of consent, but if I took you on the school grounds I could be sacked. It will have to take place away from Hogwarts,” the wizard informed her.

Hermione stared at him. What would it be like to be shagged by Snape? She always had a bit of a crush on him. Silly really, since he didn’t seem interested in any witch. Obviously, he frequented brothels to meet his needs. She hadn’t known that.

”I could report you for suggesting this,” she told him.

”You could, but you would still be expelled,” the Potions master growled. “I would most likely just be disciplined for making the suggestion. Despite questions about my character, my record here at Hogwarts is exemplary. And if I like, I could dispute your claim, saying you threatened to ruin me by declaring I made an untoward advance toward you if I didn’t let you go. So, you see, Miss Granger, we can do this the hard way or the easy way. Either way you will be out the door.”

”You have no scruples,” Hermione said to him bitterly.

”No, I don’t. But as I said, I do understand lust, Miss Granger. Now, it is up to you how this situation turns out.”

So now, she waited for him at her parents’ flat. He had told her precisely how to dress. She was to wear her Gryffindor skirt, making sure it fell above the knees, a button-up white blouse, school tie and plain white cotton knickers and matching bra. That was it—no bells and whistles.

Hermione followed his instructions to the letter. He had told her if she didn’t, all agreements were off. He didn’t want anything fancy.

”If you must shower, do it the night before. I want to smell your natural scent, not soaps, deodorants and perfumes,” the wizard said, his large nostrils pulsating as if he could already savor her scent.

Snape certainly knew what he wanted and expected his desires to be met. Hermione wasn’t in the position to deny him anything, and the wizard knew it.

A knock sounded on the door and Hermione’s heart began to pound. She slowly walked to the entrance and pulled the door open to see Snape standing there in his severe black robes.

He wore his hair longer these days, the lank strands falling over his shoulders. He was still slender, but had put on a bit of weight since he was no longer a spy nor under the thumbs of either Albus or Voldemort. His nose was as big as ever, and the rest of his features just as cruel as when she first laid eyes on him.

He entered the flat quickly, forcing Hermione to stagger backwards as his black eyes shifted about the living room.

”We are alone?” he asked her.

Hermione nodded.

”I would like something to drink before we start,” the wizard said, his dark eyes resting on her. He was ready to get right to business. “Water or juice.”

”In the kitchen,” she said, walking through a swinging door self-consciously as she felt him following her. He watched as she retrieved a glass, opened the cooler and retrieved a pitcher of cold water. His eyes drifted around the kitchen, noting the double stove, then rested on the granite countertop beneath the cabinets. His eyes glittered.

”Here you go, professor,” Hermione said, handing him the water.

He drank it down slowly and deliberately, Hermione watching his Adam’s apple bob. He finished the drink and handed the glass to Hermione.

”Place it in the sink,” the wizard said softly.

Hermione turned around and placed the glass into the sink. Suddenly she felt Snape against her back. He trapped her against the sink, his hands resting on either side of her.

“Stay still,” he purred, removing one hand. Presently it returned, holding a wooden paddle with holes in it. It looked like a small cricket bat. Hermione’s eyes widened as he placed it gently against her throat, pulling her back slightly.

”Some punishment is in order for your crime, Hermione,” he said against her ear softly. He began to unbutton her blouse with one pale hand.

”Are you going to spank me?” she asked him, her voice quavering as he opened her blouse. This was so wrong, but the idea of Snape paddling her was making her libido do somersaults. She should be horrified by this, but she wasn’t. She felt very turned on by the wizard pressing that paddle against her throat and his body against hers. She could feel him getting aroused against her buttocks.

”Would you like me to spank you?” he asked her softly, letting up a little so he could pull her blouse out of her skirt.

Hermione didn’t know how to answer him, so hesitated

“I think you would,” Snape breathed, grasping one of her bra encased breasts and squeezing it gently. He began to massage it, Hermione breathing heavily as he fondled her, that paddle still held against her throat. Suddenly, the wizard stopped, letting go of her breast and removing the paddle. Hermione started to turn.

”Stay there!” he hissed, then slowly drew her blouse off her shoulders and down her arms, removing it. Then he hooked his long, pale fingers into the sides of her skirt and slowly drew it down, leaving her knickers intact. Hermione lifted her feet obligingly, her skin prickling from exposure and nerves. Snape then removed her trainers and socks, then stepped back.

”Now you may turn around,” he breathed.

Hermione turned, dressed only in her white cotton bra and knickers. Snape’s dark eyes drifted over her body and glittered as they rested on her underthings.

”So pure,” he breathed, his eyes resting on the white fabric. Then his eyes shifted to her face.

”I can smell you, Hermione. The crotch of your knickers is warm and moist for me. That is a pleasant and welcome surprise,” he said to her softly. “Knowing you desire me makes this less of a case of coercion from a lascivious Potions professor—“

Suddenly Snape grabbed her roughly and turned her back to facing the sink, once again pressing against her back, the paddle returning to her throat, one arm wrapped around her waist.

“—and more of a mutual encounter.”

He kissed her shoulder gently and Hermione quaked at the contact.

Snape shifted his arm so his hand was in contact with Hermione’s belly. He slid it slowly upward, under the cup of her bra and gently grasped her breast while grinding his erection against her buttocks slowly.

”Yesss, so soft. So—innocent,” he breathed against her ear as his hand shifted to her other breast, the paddle still against her throat. The combination of gentleness and obvious dominance was sending Hermione into meltdown. How sexy was this?

”Divesto,” Snape breathed.

Hermione felt the fabric of his sleeve disappear and looked down to see his bare arm before she realized his naked body was pressing against her back, his cock rubbing over her knickers. Damn, he didn’t intend on wasting any time, did he?

She felt him pause, and the paddle was set down on the counter. He pulled back from her body and she felt a little cold after the warmth of his skin against hers. The professor undid the clasp of her bra and slowly slid it down her arms. Hermione pulled her hands out and he tossed it to the floor. Now, she only wore her knickers.

Snape pulled her hair aside so her throat was exposed, then pressed his lips against Hermione’s jugular as he slid his hands upward over her belly and grasped both of her breasts, fondling them as he suckled her throat, pressing his long, hard cock against her buttocks again. Hermione let out a moan.

Snape picked up the paddle and this time pressed the cold wood against Hermione’s stomach, then gently pointed it downward, letting go of her breast and grasping the elastic of her knickers between two fingers, pulling the fabric away from her body and slipping the paddle underneath them and over her brown pubic hair. He began to move it back and forth, his chin resting on her shoulder.

”Oh my gods,” Hermione breathed as the wizard twisted the paddle slightly so the smooth edge rubbed her labia. She squirmed against him as he held her steady, his breathing growing heavier as she reacted to his ministrations.

”An interesting way to use a paddle, isn’t it, Hermione?” he asked her softly as she ground against him now, her soft buttocks and the cotton fabric of her knickers rolling over his hard-on. He bit his lip at the feel of the fabric shifting his foreskin, then suddenly took the paddle away, putting it back on the counter. Hermione made a small sound of frustration. She had been so close.

Snape released her.

”Bend over the counter. Stick your arse out,” he said rather hoarsely.

Feeling hot all over, Hermione did as he asked, waiting and wanting whatever was going to happen next. She looked over her shoulder at him. He was thin, sinewy and pale. She could see his musculature, but it was because his body was so gaunt, rather than because he worked out. Small scars criss-crossed his chest and belly. She couldn’t see his cock because he was standing directly behind her, but by the feel of it, it was a nice size. More than adequate.

She gasped as Snape suddenly dropped from sight.

The Potions master was squatting on his heels, studying Hermione’s full round buttocks and the moist cleft of her knickers. Reverently, he placed a hand on each globe, then shook them violently, Hermione letting out a squeal as he jiggled them, watching the flesh ripple under her knickers.

”I love a witch in white cotton knickers,” the wizard breathed, then pressed his huge nose into her crotch, inhaling with relish as Hermione let out another surprised squeal and slumped a little at the contact.

”What are you doing?” she gasped at him before she gurgled as he pulled the crotch of her knickers aside and began tonguing her ardently.

“Ohcircemerlindianaandallthegods!” Hermione hissed, gripping the counter as the Potions master, licked and nibbled her core, occasionally pulling on the crotch of her knickers with his lips and sucking the flavor from them. After about five torturous minutes of this, the wizard straightened, then slipped his cock under the fabric, resting his length between her cheeks and started thrusting, letting her knickers and arse caress his rigid organ.

”Oh my gods—is he fucking my knickers?” Hermione breathed to herself as Snape grasped her arse and went to town, his cock capturing and pulling her knickers, working them back and forth over his shaft. This had the added pleasure of pulling the crotch of Hermione’s knickers and applying a delicious rubbing over her clit, so she was getting something out of the wizard’s kink as well—

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”Oh, professor!” Hermione howled as she suddenly came. The feeling of his cock moving between her buttocks, and the pull and stretch of her knickers over her clit and labia had proven to much and she broke apart like a dam hit by a boulder.

The professor hissed as he felt her hot gush cover his balls.

“I believe you’ve sprung a leak, Hermione,” he purred, dropping down and pulling her resoaked knickers aside and enjoying the musky ambrosia dripping from her core for a moment, but not too long. He wanted her wet.

Hermione was once again calling on old and new gods as the wizard lapped at her, letting out a garbled obscenity as he pulled away and straightened.

”No!” she hissed.

Snape picked up the paddle again, pressing it against her throat as he pulled her knickers aside and entered her quickly, Hermione buckling as his hardness slid through her soft sleeve.

”Yes,” he hissed back at her.


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Ron couldn’t understand Hermione's lack of responsiveness when he saw her the day after Snape had visited her.

”Come on, Hermione. Give us a shag. This is perfect for it. Your mum and dad aren’t here . . .”

”No, Ron. I don’t feel like it,” she snapped at the wizard sitting on the couch next to her.

”But it’s been weeks. You have to be a little randy. I know I’m about to pop a seam,” Ron said, looking down at his bulging erection visible through his jeans.

“I’m sorry, Ron, but I’m not interested. Go wank off or something,” Hermione told him.

After professor Snape, Ron would hardly be satisfying.

”Fine. So, I wasted a trip here then,” Ron said sullenly.

Hermione narrowed her eyes at him.

”Yes, you did if your only reason for coming over was to shag me. Did it ever occur to you to just visit?”

”No.”

”Get out, Ron!”

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When Hermione returned to Hogwarts, professor Snape didn’t give the slightest indication that anything had occurred between them, but true to his word, he didn’t report her theft of potion ingredients.

Now, two month later, the wizard sat up in his bed, the silent alarm on his stores going off in his rooms. It had to be three in the morning.

”Oh blast,” he snarled, jumping up and pulling on his robes over his nude body, slipping into his house slippers and grabbing his wand.

”Whoever this is, he’s going to get hexed before he gets expelled,” the wizard swore, letting himself out of his quarters and into his office, billowing down the corridor and snarling as he saw the open potions stores door.

He charged in, to find Hermione leaning against the back wall, tossing a bottle up into the air and catching it in her palm. She was dressed in her school robes.

”Oh my,” she said softly as she pulled out her wand and flicked it at the door behind the wizard. It slowly closed and locked. Snape looked back at it, then back at Hermione, cocking his head at the witch, his eyes narrowing.

Hermione straightened and slowly approached him.

”I believe I’ve been caught stealing again.”

Snape stared down at her as she stopped a foot away from him. His dark eyes began to glint.

”Yes, you have, Hermione. Before I decide whether or not to have you expelled, do you mind telling me what you are wearing underneath your robes?” he purred at her, his robes beginning to tent.

Hermione gave him a naughty smile.

”A bra and white cotton knickers, of course.”

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