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Chapter 28 ~ A Potions Master's Revenge

Hermione didn't want to leave Severus' room, so the Potions Master stripped down to his boxers and joined her in bed. They kissed and petted for a while until Severus made Hermione stop touching him. Her hands were moving over parts of him that were aching to get into parts of her. Now he lay against her back, his cock hard and tenting his boxers. He pressed himself against the witch's soft ass, trying to get some relief and only succeeding in getting Hermione to try and seduce him.

"No, Hermione. Your back," he gasped as she suckled his throat.

"My back will be fine," she purred, rubbing her body against him deliciously.

Severus groaned. He should throw the little minx out for her own good. Suddenly he climbed over her and got out of the bed.

"Where are you going?" Hermione asked him, her eyes drifting to his bulging boxers as he slipped on a housecoat and slippers.

"To my lab. I forget to finish something," he lied. "You go to sleep. I'll be back in a little while," he said.

Hermione frowned at her lover. He was trying to escape her. Ah, well. She'd just wait for him to get back. She watched as he picked up his wand. He started to leave the bedroom.

"Don't I get a good night kiss?" she asked him innocently.

The Potions Master looked back and arched an eyebrow at her, and Hermione pursed her lips exaggeratedly, artistically letting the sheet slip down a ways, revealing the swell of her breast. Severus sighed and walked back to her. He leaned down to give Hermione a chaste kiss on the lips and the witch wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into the bed with her, rolling on top of him in the sheet and raping his mouth hungrily.

Severus was in a pickle. He couldn't handle her too roughly because of her back. After a weak struggle he just gave in and let Hermione kiss him until she was satisfied, which took about five minutes. Gasping, she let him up for air, looking at him sloe-eyed as he pushed himself out of the bed and scowled down at her.

She snuggled down under the sheets, smiling at him mischievously.

"Night, night Severus," the witch said, pretending to go right to sleep.

"Minx," he growled, leaving the bedroom.

Hermione opened one eye and grinned after him.

His cock was throbbing so badly now it hurt. Ooh, tomorrow he was going to fuck her until…damn it…she was going out with that wizard tomorrow night. There was no telling when she'd be back

Scowling, he put a silencing spell on the study so Hermione wouldn't hear him then scooped up a handful of floo powder and tossed it into the floo. It turned green.

"The kitchens," he said in a low voice, then, "Hello? I need a house elf immediately."

There was a pop and a trembling little house elf stood in front of him.

Severus looked at the creature with annoyance. He hadn't touched a house elf in anger in years and still they trembled any time they came to serve him.

"Listen carefully. I need a bottle of sherry, the kind of sherry that Professor Trelawney drinks. Do you know who she is?" he asked the elf.

The elf nodded, his ears flat against his skull.

"Do you know what she drinks?" he asked the creature who nodded again.

"Go and get me a bottle of it now," the Professor said.

The elf nodded and winked out. In less than a minute it was back with a bottle of sherry. It handed it to Severus, bowed and winked out again, no doubt very relieved its service to the snarky wizard was over so quickly.

Severus read the name of the sherry. "Lustau Old East India Solera Reserva"

The Potions Master headed for his Potions stores.

He walked into his classroom, placed the bottle of sherry on his desk, walked over to his storeroom and unwarded it. The wizard brightened the torches then began to dig through the dusty bottles on a little used shelf. After several minutes of targeted searching, he located the bottle he was looking for, blowing the dust off it and smiling broadly as he read the label.

Severus rarely ever smiled fully unless he was up to no good or nearly killing Hermione with kindness. And the witch was currently alone in his bed…so…

The Potions Master threw the bottle up and caught it neatly in his hand, then left and warded his storeroom. Whistling a rather macabre tune, he grabbed the sherry off his desk and headed for his lab. He turned up the torches and sat the sherry bottle on the counter. Drawing his wand Severus magically removed the cork, sniffed the wine, then took out a small clean beaker from under the counter and poured about a shot into it. He needed to make room in the bottle anyway.

Severus sniffed the sherry again then held it up to see its color. Initially it seemed to be a black-looking wine, but the light displayed gold, amber, red and caramel hues all intertwined. It had a rich nose as well, with sweet, scented molasses. He looked at it once more then drank it down. The sherry actually had a nice balance with acidity, alcohol, sweet molasses and fruit all playing a part. Too bad Sybil gulped it down like water.

Severus uncapped the bottle of potion and carefully poured the entire contents into the bottle of sherry, taking his wand and circling it counterclockwise around the neck, making the contents swirl and mix evenly. Satisfied, he magically resealed the sherry and tossed the empty bottle of potion into the trash.

He returned to his study, walked over to the floo and summoned the house elf again. The small creature returned, as trembly as ever.

Severus looked at the elf.

"Listen carefully to me, elf," he said to the creature, "I want you to take this bottle up to Professor Trelawney's room and put it where she can find it. If you see another bottle like this one opened or closed, replace it with this one. And make sure to keep this secret, or else," he said to the elf soberly.

The elf reached out and took the bottle.

"I understands, sir" he squeaked, bowing to Severus and winking out.

The elf appeared in Sybil's cushioned and curtain draped bedroom. The witch was asleep in a gauzy nightgown, sprawled in her four-poster, sheer netting surrounding all four sides and a bottle of sherry on the nightstand beside her.

The elf tiptoed up to the nightstand and switched the bottles, winking out quickly as Sybil groaned and turned over.

"Severusssss," she moaned.

The Potions Master would have vomited.

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Severus returned to his bedroom, removing the silencing ward on the study as he passed. He studied Hermione. She was snuggled under the sheets and turned to the wall, apparently sound asleep.

Severus let out a sigh of relief. It was hard enough just sleeping beside the witch without fucking her. It was almost impossible to resist her when she was climbing all over him, begging for it. He removed his housecoat and his slippers and quietly slid into bed beside her, praying not to wake the randy witch.

Hermione's breathing didn't change and he relaxed. But not for long. A hot little hand slid over his thigh and began to pet his cock, causing an instant erection.

"Hermione," he groaned as she turned over, grinning wickedly in the low torchlight.

"Welcome back," she said squeezing his cock. "Won't you tie me up just a little bit, Severus?"

The Potions Master looked at her for a long moment.

"All right, Hermione. You win," he said, slipping out from under the covers, walking into the study and returning with two long lengths of rope.

He moved the bedcovers, sat on the edge of the bed then abruptly ripped the sheet from her body, pulling her legs over to his lap, and tying them securely together, wrapping the rope around her ankles and between her calves. He yanked on them roughly to make sure the bonds were secure. Then he tied her hands together just as securely, making sure she wouldn't be able to work them loose. Then he threw the sheet back over the witch, climbed back into the bed, slipped under the sheets and laid his head back on the pillows. He sighed and closed his eyes.

Hermione stared at him.

"Severus, what are you doing?" she asked him.

"Getting some sleep, witch, I suggest you do the same," he replied, turning to kiss her on the forehead, then relaxing.

"But I'm all tied up," she said wriggling a little against her bonds.

"Yes, you are," he said, not opening his eyes. "Nice and neat. No more roaming hands."

Hermione let out a little scream of frustration as she realized she'd been had.

"I'm going to get you for this Severus Snape," she seethed at the wizard. She couldn't even kick him.

"Maybe you will," he said sleepily, "but not tonight."

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The next morning Hermione was awakened by being dragged to the edge of the bed, her belly resting on the mattress as her legs draped down to the floor. She was still tied up, her arms stretched out on the bed above her and her legs tightly bound.

"Your back is better," breathed the Potions Master, who was on his knees behind her, lowering his silk boxers. Hermione felt one of his hands press down on the small of her back as he moved her legs aside and pressed his cock between her tightly closed thighs, finding her entrance and forcing his way in, hissing.

"Gods, so tight," he groaned as Hermione made a mewling sound as he parted her, his cock feeling huger than ever because of the way her legs were bound together.

"Oh Severus," she moaned.

The Potions Master leaned over her, kissing her neck as he thrust into her experimentally.

"Oh fuck!" Hermione hissed as his cock hit bottom.

This was almost too good.

"It feels good, doesn't it witch?" he whispered into her ear, stroking her again.

"Yesssss," she sighed. "More, Severus. Harder."

She felt him straighten, and his large hands grip her shoulders firmly. He pulled her back, arching, ramming his cock into her brutally, his mouth dropping open as the witch shrieked under him. Severus began riding Hermione hard, jerking her roughly back and forth as he fucked her, biting his lip as he was squeezed, bathed and caressed by her tightness, her voice like a siren's urging him to draw closer. The wizard rotated his pelvis, groaning as his cock twisted inside the witch's hot sleeve.

"Gods damn you have such sweet pussy, Hermione," he gasped, plunging in and out of the witch throwing his head back and closing his eyes in pleasure as he pummeled the shrieking witch.

Hermione hit another plateau of bliss every time her Potions Master hit bottom. He was driving into her like a jackhammer, his aching strokes pushing her closer and closer to release. Gods she loved him. Everything about him. But this…this was when she felt closest to him, when he would lose control because of her, letting go of all his discipline for her and her alone.

Hermione began to shudder and Severus felt her body temperature soar, and pussy tightening around him. He cursed, bending his lean muscular body over her and pouring on the power so he would come with her, letting go and just feeling her receive him. Hermione began to shudder, and Severus plunged into her as deep as he could bursting the damn, her hot flood pouring over his cock as she screamed shrilly.

"Yes, gods yes!" he shouted as he came with her, his balls pulsing as he filled her, pleasure racing up and down his spine as he pressed inside her, gushing against her cervix, pouring his essence into her sweet, sweet body.

"Yes witch," he panted, his face buried in the jasmine scent of her hair and collapsing fully on her as Hermione trembled under him, clutching and gripping his shaft, riding her own perfect wave of bliss, moaning as she whirled and came to a slow, ebbing halt, aware of his weight pressing down on her body.

Severus rested there for a moment, then suddenly started, pulling out of her quickly and beginning to untie her legs rapidly.

"We have to get to breakfast, Hermione," he gasped, still feeling weak from his powerful release. Hermione wasn't ready to move yet as he climbed over her, releasing her hands and pulling her up. She was aching still, but it was a good ache…she didn't need any potion. But she would like a few more minutes of sleep. She flopped down face first into the bed.

"Just give me a couple of minutes, Severus," she said softly.

She felt the wizard move away from her, but he soon returned.

"Scourgify!" he said cleansing her, then himself. He then scourgified her knickers as well and magically dressed her.

"What…what's the rush, Severus?" she asked him as he magically dressed himself, and pulled her to her feet.

"You'll see," he said, walking the witch out of the bedroom, through the study and waiting impatiently for the wall to open so they could pass through his office and into the dungeon corridor.

He practically dragged the witch all the way to the Great Hall. They entered through the staff entrance. Severus' black eyes looked around. The students were seated at their tables, talking and serving themselves breakfast. The staff members too were ordering their meals.

"Good. It hasn't happened yet," he said, seating Hermione then himself.

"What hasn't happened yet?" Hermione asked him.

He smirked.

"Wait a while, you'll see," he said obliquely.

Hermione had a very bad feeling about this. Severus was too expectant. He had rushed her from the bedroom while she was practically still in the throes of climax. Whatever was going to happen, it had better be worth it.

Suddenly both double doors flew open and Sybil Trelawney came waltzing in, bug-eyed glasses on her face, trailing scarves…and nothing else. The witch was buck naked!

"Good morning all! Good morning Hogwarts! I feel free! Free! I've left the things that bind me behind and I am at one with the universe!' she cried, whirling her bony frame around the center aisle in ecstasy. Her small pointed breasts barely bobbled as her grayish bush stood out in all it unkempt glory.

Severus quickly disillusioned himself before the witch saw him. He had given her a potion that made the witch drop every inhibition. She would no doubt go for him if she saw him.

The entire hall was silent as they stared at the naked witch. Sybil was a bit far from the flush of youth, and although she was skeleton thin, folds of flesh draped her body. Sybil looked around, her hands on her hips. Albus was too stunned to move. Hermione had her hand clasped over her mouth. The other staff members wore expressions ranging from shock to disgust. Marcus had literally covered his eyes. Sybil was enough to throw him off witches forever.

"An audience!" Sybil said, clapping her hands together in delight, spinning again, her shapeless ass in full moon. "I will entertain you."

The Divinations Professor launched into a parody of Salome's Dance of the Seven Veils, using her scarves as veils. She writhed, twisted, and twirled, jutting out her sharp hipbones and gyrating her pelvis lewdly. The sounds of retching could be heard throughout the hall, as well as titters of laughter and groans of horror that began to grow as the witch kicked up her legs and bent over revealing her wares.

"This is awful!" Hermione gasped, turning to Severus who she realized was disillusioned.

"Severus, you did this!" she hissed at him.

The Potions Master didn't answer. He couldn't. He was caught between extreme nausea and extreme laughter, and was unable to make a sound. He was just glad he hadn't eaten yet as he watched the rail thin witch dance, a smile plastered on her face. The potions only worked for about thirty minutes. She should be coming down soon.

Sure enough, Sybil's dancing slowed, and the dreamy look in her magnified eyes faded as the laughter and the groans became audible. The witch stood stock still, looking around the Great Hall as if wondering how she got here. Then she looked down at her scrawny naked body and let out an ear-shattering scream as she tried to cover herself. Everywhere she looked there were eyes staring at her. She began to back up towards the main doors, which were still open.

Severus flicked his wand at them from under the table and the doors slammed shut. Hermione shot the shimmer that was a Potions Master a murderous look as Sybil continued to back up, bent with a horrified look on her face, tears of embarrassment streaming from her eyes. She backed up against the doors, feeling for the handles behind her. She found one and pulled at it, but the door wouldn't open as she jerked on it desperately. Finally she turned around, tearing at the handles, laughter and jeers falling on her from every side.

"Open them!" Hermione hissed at Severus, "Open those doors this instant Severus Snape, or the next time you see pussy will be at the Menagerie!"

Severus frowned at Hermione, though she couldn't see him, then reluctantly flicked his wand at the doors again, and they slowly opened. Sybil darted through them and was gone. He removed the disillusionment spell.

"Severus, that was simply horrible," Hermione said to him, her mouth drawn tight in disapproval.

"No more horrible than blasting an opponent who is not willing or prepared," he said evenly, "particularly if it is someone I care about. The witch was lucky that was all I did to her. She deserved worse."

Severus ordered his food, and didn't speak to Hermione for the rest of breakfast, eating heartily as the Great Hall buzzed around him, discussing the show Sybil Trelawney had put on for them.

Hermione stared at Severus. Gods, he was a nasty bastard when he wanted to be. But he had a point. He could have done much worse to the witch if he had been inclined. Sybil got off easy.

Hermione made another note in her head about why it was not a good thing to ever cross Severus Snape.

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A/N: Ooh, that was nasty. I actually felt sorry for Sybil, but she started it when she went after Hermione. Hot little morning lemon between the two. Next up, Hermione's ambassador duties. Please review, ya'll.