Potions Problems

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Potion Problems: Part Two

Warning: Porn with Plot by a girl with an imagination in the gutter

Severus furiously stalked into his potions lab putting his owl mail down on a table quickly forgotten. That little tart didn’t he make it known in no uncertain terms that she was his. (He didn’t but he had meant to before he passed out.)
He grimaced when he remembered the amused look he had been given Saturday morning when oke oke up to see the bottom of Dumbledore’s robe and a drying puddle of his own drool. The head master had looked down at him with his twinkling eyes (He hated that twinkle) and asked him. “Have a …good night Severus?”
He had muttered a slight. “Quite Headmaster.” While trying to ignore the fact his trousers were still open, thank gods the old wanker left after that muttering something about sending him the Polyjuice he asked for. His wand was laid down in front of him. Somehow he didn’t think Hermione would leave him passed out on the classroom floor with his wank out. Then again he didn’t think she would hat hat flirtatious either. Obviously he thought looking at the papers in his hand the daily prophet and the witches gossip she had been a very very naughty girl.

He could understand the relationship with Potter it disgusted him but he could understand it. But…he read the headlines Hermione being caught in the leaky caldron with both Harry and Ron. The wizarding pictures were quite descriptive; He had even used some rather unknown charms to undo the censoring. How ever that was the beginning of her little escapade. He’d have to say her work of art was both Black and Lupin in canine form. He thought he had finely been rid of that mongrel seven years ago, Damn Dumbledore! He shuddered. Not wanting to admit even to himself why he had uncensored that picture. Not to mention the Orgy with the Chudley Cannons. Couldn’t she fuck a decent team? His head hurt and he got hard just thinking about it. Damn potion. ‘It’s not the Potion…it’s her.’

An owl flew to his window it was a little tan owl it tapped on the window flying into it slightly. Severus waved his hand before him in a slight sweeping gesture and the window opened. It was Hermione’s owl, well where was the woman? He glared at the owl as he took the small rolled up message. It was in her neat script and someone else’s. It read.

Dear Severus due to personal reasons I will not be able to assist you in the lab on Monday. I will be back on….
She’s busy chasing wizards with me, can’t keep her chained in the dungeons all the time.
You naughty man!
Kisses Professor Millicent Bulstrode

That cheeky woman…if she wanted to whore herself to the wizarding world… He crushed the letter in his hand and glared death at her Owl. She had no business doing so on his time. He had no doubt what she was doing…Millicent Bulstrode was infamous for marrying two wizards and parading them around Diagon alley and everywhere for that matter on dog leashes. Rumor (even though he never paid attention to such trivial information) had it she won them from Draco Malfoy during a card game. Just the final point to prove how stupid Crabe and Goyle were. ‘Oh and you wouldn’t like to leash Hermione?’ He didn’t respond mentally. However Hermione belonged to him mind, soul, and body and he was going to make it very clear to her that he would not share her with half the wizarding world, unless he could join in. ‘You really are a perverted old man!’

So the little witch liked adventures did she? He would give her one she would never forget. He went to his closet and pulled out a set of black robes he hadn’t worn since his last meeting two years ago. If she wanted to play rough he would oblige her. So the dear little know-it-all had a rather adventurous side, should he be surprised. Perhaps not it was always the quite ones. He moved to the side table by his bed and opened a drawer taking out a pair of black leather gloves. He put them on stretching the fine leather to cover to his fingertips. The mask would be too much and never would he wear it again. He couldn’t anyway he had destroyed it after the final battle. Now all he\'d have to do is wait for her to return from her adventures.

Hermione was aparated back from Ginny’s flat. It was early Tuesday and she was exhausted. The girls had kept her at all hours of the day or night with fun new things to do. When the girls as a group didn’t have plans Millicent ‘who had taken it upon herself to help Hermione with her lack of a love life’ had dragged her around the island introducing her to wizards from all over the world. That had been a disaster. She was glad to be back in Hogwarts where strange men wouldn’t try to get with her. She was back in safe territory with Severus who treated her as an equal. ‘Who had erotic fantasies about you and touched himself thinking about you?’ Her body shivered in a heated welcome response. Maybe she should try some of the feminine seductiveness Milnd tnd the girls had taught her. She wasn’t even going to ask her self when operation snog Snape becoperoperation shag Snape. She blamed the editing work she did for Draconia Sinistear.

She entered the great hall and made her way down to her office in the dungeons. She had a hand put over her mouth and a dark voice whispered in her ear tickling it.

“Ms. Granger…You like to have fun with wizards?

Who? It had to be Severus. What was he talking about could Millicent have told him about the weekend? Well she didn’t consider running from horny wizards fun.

“Is that is correct.” She felt his chest against her back and his heartbeat under the heavy black fabric. Those weren’t his usual robes. His breathing against her ear made her nervous and her skin tingled on her lips and waist where he held her to him.

He was starting to frighten her. She tried to talk but his hand was muffling the sounds. He said a “No.” in a soft his and then he bit her ear. It stung and tingled slightly. “Bad girl. If you can’t be reasonable…?” He threatened with a soft voice. She felt a sharp pressure to an indent in her collarbone as her consciousness faded.

What was wrong with Severus? She came to on a soft mattress with here hands stretched over her and her legs bound down. What was going on? She shivered slightly when she felt that she was bound down. The room she was in was dark but it wasn’t night yet. Unless she had been unconscious for that long. She mumbled some spells under her breath that she had been practicing before but none of them worked. Her nerves were startled by his voice coming from the darkness.

“Something wrong Ms. Granger?”

‘Of course there’s something wrong I’m trussed up on this bed’ nothing came from her mouth. She looked at him confused. ‘What have you done you old BAT!’ She mouthed. She could see Severus come into the light he had on strange black robes and a curious glint in his eyes.

“I would think it would be obvious you’ve been silenced by now…you see I didn’t want to hear any comments about Potter and fellatio. Although I must say after this weekend you could probably teach me some techniques.” His voice was very low the sarcasm of it cutting. What was he talking about? Why would she talk about Potter and…she blushed…fellatio? ‘Let me go!’

“The unbinding spell will not release you from those…after all I did teach it to you.” He looked down at her sternly. Then he approached the bed.

Hermione looked into his eyes they were a heated black an unreadable she felt warmth and fright come to her gradually. Why did he keep thinking something had happened between her and Harry? ‘Was her copy of the Daily Prophet not a prank sent by her friends?’

Severus was starting to frighten her. She felt a cool leather encased finger caress her cheek and lips. She blinked at him. ‘What are you doing?’ The strange texture of the leather disturbed and excited her in unexplainable ways. She twisted within her bindings and heard the clank of chain. Chain this wasn’t wizarding rope. Millicent had told her disturbing things about chain bindings and this one had her hands together for more maneuverability. Oh Gods what was she into? She heard a low laugh in her ear as he moved the cool finger to her ear that he had bit before. It looked like he was studying it. She felt his other hand brush her stomach and move her shirt up from her skirt. She shivered uncontrollably.

“ Are we enjo thi this game?” Severus spoke in her ear softly she felt his mouth on her ear and slight pressure. Those crooked teeth felt quite interesting. What was she thinking? Let me go I don’t play games like this I don’t know how! The cold leather of the glove brushed up her skin leaving slight tingles and chills in its wake. Severus would never hurt her but for some reason he was angry with her? The cold glove cupped one of her breasts and she whimpered trying to pull away from him. His face came over hers and she stared into his black eyes as his hand gripped her hair roughly and he pressed his lips hard to hers.

She squeaked as his mouth came down hard on hers apparently she could do everything but speak. Severus’s mouth was hard and he tasted like traces of Old Ogden’s, French toast, and a richer taste almost like coco butter. Against her better judgment she found herself opening her mouth and tentatively tasting him. The last wizard who had tried to sler ter the tongue had been punched. He moaned deeply as he snaked his tongue into her mouth and thrust it inside. Hermione made a slight sound at the unfamiliar invasion tried to push him, out of her mouth with her own tongue but he wouldn’t budge. This was very strange but not altogether unwelcome. She brushed him tentatively with her own tongue as she experimented. She could feel his hand touch her nipple slightly palming and rubbing the flesh. His mouth left hers for a second and she looked at him confused. “So the know-it-all wants to play the Death Eater and the Virgin…does she?”

His mouth smashed down hard on hers again before she could respond. She was filled with his taste, which was slowly blocking her senses as he touched her body with those black gloves. Hermione’s body shivered as she felt her shirt pulled and falling away from her body with a slight tearing sound. She opened her eyes and looked at him her eyes wide as her bared skin felt a slight chill.

“Tell methisthis more fun then playing with the dogs?”

What was Severus talking about? Her flesh instinctively shrank back as she knew the instinctive threat of the dull side of the blade rubbed up and down her torso. She shivered this was frightening but exciting her at the same time. Hermione couldn’t stop herself from watching the movement of the blade against her. Hor hir his accusations made her shiver more.

“How did it feel getting filled by a whole Quidditch team?” He brushed the knife down it caught on the bottom of her bra strap and cut. Severus’s gloved hands brush down to her hip and move to her cheeks. “Did you let them fuck that tight little ass of yours?” He squeezed her cheek till the nails bit in through the gloves. Then released the pressure and soothed the bruise with a caress. “I know I enjoyed it.” Severus moved the knife sharply to the side and cut her bra in half in the middle.

‘How could Severus accuse her of such things…she had never had a man. Wait did that scandalous copy of the prophet go to every one?’ Hell he had only ever kissed her and that was once three years ago. Something had to be wrong! Hermione started to struggle in the bindings the chains clinking in the room as she stared at him trying to get him to understand. ‘You idiot I’m a virgin!’

He smirked as he grasped the ruined lace and pulled it of her breasts the light of the room had them stand out very pale among the surroundings with light pink nipples. He bent his head down to one and licked the tip. Snape snorted annoyed “Of course you’re a virgin that’s the idea of this game.” He sucked the tip deep into his mouth sucking and she moaned. His other had cupped the other one as he rubbed the nipple teasing the other breast. Those gloves were torture Hermione wanted them off she wanted to feel his hands his slightly callused potion’s master hands. If it took him to think for some bizarre reason she had shagged the entire wizarding world to get his attention so what. His weight came off her and saw the knife flash in the small amount of light in the room. He starred lustfullyher her as he cut the waistband of her skirt. Then he took the two sides and pulled them in opposite directions tearing her skirt in half. Why did it have to be her favorite blue one? Oh gods…she didn’t want anyone to see her underwear.

Severus looked at her skeptically “Why do you have an Orange cat dressed like a vampire on your undergarments?” Then he gave her an unreadable look as he held both sides by the legs and tore her underwear off at the seams. Hermione didn’t even want to think about how much practice he had at this. Hey she liked those knickers they had Garfield on them. His robed form covered hers as he kissed her deeply. His right hand cupped her breasts again while his left one slowly skimmed down her belly. What was he doing?

Hermione was surprising him she was being more demure then before she was very good at this game. ‘Perhaps to good?’ It was obvious from her little performance with him before the weekend that she was experienced she was very good at games her thoughts even role-played with her. She tasted sweeter today like honey and her skin had more flush to it.

She was very good at playing the trapped virgin. It’s not like he was going to treat her like a real Death Eater, this was more the romantic version he had read in some erotica confiscated off one of his students…he remembered laughing through the entire book, He even sent it to Lucius Malfoy in Azkaban, for some reason they had kept a strange correspondence after the war.

Her skin tensed under his as he reached her hips. How he would love to remove these gloves but that would ruin the game. There was an odd erotic quality to just feeling her through these gloves. He could feel the various temperatures of her skin at different points. She had such a giving texture to her pale lightly freckled skin it was luminous in the low light. She felt good under him even better then before her looks were more genuine it seemed. He leaned down to taste Hermione’s slightly swollen lips she had the sweetest taste. ‘Did Sirius think so as well?’ His eyes darkened as he crushed his lips on hers swallowing her sound of surprise.

Severus’s mouth was hard on her again and his tongue filled her mouth roughly. She had thought about and agreed now he did slightly taste like coco butter. She felt his hands lower to her pelvis, was he going to touch her there? She squeaked in surprise when she felt her legs pulled farther apart and held there by her bindings. She squirmed as she felt a cold touch on her vagina. He touched a part of her that was tingling slightly and applied light pressure she whimpered.

“Liked that did you?”

She squirmed under his ministrations as he applied more pressure in a circular motion. He brought his mouth back on hers teasing her lips and nipping at them slightly then soothing the slight pain with his tongue. “Shhh…that’s a good girl.” She heard from him in a teasing dark voice as swallowed her moans swallowing the noises she was making from his manipulations of the aching flesh between her legs. She was starting to feel flushed as he continued her body was shaking as she tried to reach something. She had experimented at reaching climax before by herself, but she never got results like this. She bit his tongue so close if he would only…She felt a warm finger enter into her. She moaned in to his mouth as she felt the warm leather enter her. He pulled the finger out marginally and she shook her bounds above her. She wished he would remove the bloody things damn git!

“Tight very tight were you this tight before?”

‘No because you never touched me before.’ Another finger entered into her passage and she screamed under his mouth. She continued to thrash in her bonds as she felt the heat and pressure in body start to become unbearable. Hermione could feel her body start to break out in sweat. His hard robed body felt foreign on her she wanted him to remove his damn robes. Severus’s mouth covered hers gently as he thrust his tongue in her mouth matching his lower thrusts inside her. The tension inside her was building and she thrashed as she felt it spark through her body he spread his trusting fingers inside her and the slight stretch broke the pressure. Her body thrashed as the pleasure broke inside her body as she screamed into his open mouth.

She was breathing harshly as her body tried to calm down from her orgasm.

“No I don’t think so.”

She saw Severus’s eyes burning into hers as he lowered himself over her body teasing her and caressing her with his tongue to her inner thighs. She shivered still tingling from her orgasm. He wasn’t going to kiss her there was he? He moved between her thighs doing something to the bindings on her legs to put her thighs over his shoulders as he licked her clit gently watching her reaction he then took the delicate flesh into his mouth nipping slightly. She tried to move away from his mouth. Do yDo you enjoy this?”

His mouth crushed down into her center teasing her burnind mad madly listening to Hermione’s whimpers. Her head was thrashing against his pillows the chain clinking with her movements. This felt different then his fingers then anything the hot heat and flexibility of his tongue brushed all the slight crevasses feeling unbelievably more pleasurable then when he touched her before. The heat in her body built again as she heard a rustle of fabric. She felt a slight weight over her as she thrashed. She heard Severus’s voice whisper softly against her core. “Open.”

She blinked her eyes open Severus was above her and his penis was touching her lips. The skin tickled her lips a bit. There was a slight wetness against her bottom lip; the scent of his musk was strong but not unpleasant. He thrust two fingers inside her quickly and she opened her mouth in surprise. Hermione whimpered around his organ in her mouth the liquid tasted salty and the skin tasted different…it wasn’t like kissing his lips or even licking skin. His texture was kind of like the skin at the back of her hand but softer and he tasted different. It was the fullness in her mouth that kind of frightened her. He was pressing deep into her throat something that still felt completely foreign to her especially with his dark robes still on. This was nothing like her and Ginny deep throating a banana each to taunt two twin Greek wizards, this was much more personal.

Her throat clamped around him and she heard his groan against her when he thrust another finger inside her. She started sucking on him instinctively it was almost like taunting those wizards but better she could hear when she did something to drive him insane. “So Hermione wants to play?” She heard and then he started an all out assault against her sensitive flesh. She moaned around Severus’s cock in her throat as he increased the pace of his tongue and fingers. She could feel the heat from before building and she wanted it again but this time it felt empty like something was missing. Oh it was happening again she sucked him harder his breath was harsh against her exposed center and he licked her frantically. Her throat tightened around Severus as her inner muscles tightened against his fingers and she felt her body throb all over as she lost sense of every thing except the pleasure her orgasm shook her body.

She became aware of Severus’s heat and weight over her leaving. She opened her eyes to see his body move over hers as he flipped around of her body. His black eyes were focused deeply into hers that appeared black in the low light.

“Should I allow you to speak?”

Severus was going to…well he was going to take her. His body was heavy on hers, her hands were still bound he muttered a low word and her legs were released. Quickly he moved her legs over his shoulder stretching her legs and making her aware of her vulnerable position. She looked into his eyes panicked at the glint she saw there her heart sped up as her body tightened this was going to hurt. She was hit by Crucio this couldn’t hurt that bad. His eyes looked deeply into hers studying her face as his gloved hand brushed her cheek. His lips brushed and pressed against hers firmly but gently as he spoke. “I have wanted you Hermione for a long time.” It was the most gentle thing he every said to her especially with him thinking for some reason she was a tart. His body reared back then she felt his erection by her entrance. Hermione’s body tensed she could feel his tip slip inside her inner lips as he positioned himself.

“Perhaps you should relax Hermione?”

‘Easy for you to say Severus.\' You never had to fuck yourself, your in no way small!’ Her body tensed again expecting pain. Hands tensed on her shoulders as he laid over her spreading her more for his length as he slipped further in. His breath was hard above hers as he thrust further in stretching her passage, which stung.

Severus’s breath was harsh above hers and she saw sweat forming on his forehead. His scent was stronger then usual his sandalwood and potions scent stronger. ‘Hermione you’re tight.’ He pulled out slightly and she sighed somewhat in relief also strangely in disappointment. He drove his body fiercely inside hers to the hilt. She screamed loudly as her body tensed around him from the pain. Not Crucio but this bloody hurt, her body protested the dramatic stretching of her formerly virgin passage. She looked into his eyes and saw surprise and then he blinked and she could see pain then he shook it away. His eyes darkened “Ready?”

‘No I think I’ve experienced enough. He felt uncomfortable and different inside her she shifted under him to try to find a comfortable position. She heard him groan into her ear as he lowered his weight a little on to hers. He started to pull out of her she could feel the sting as he moved, her eyes started to tear. The smooth material of his robes against her bare skin was taunting her she wanted to feel his skin on hers. He moved again she caught her breath as she moaned that kind of felt good now. Severus’s black robed frame was heavy on top of her obviously not a slight man she never thought he was. His flesh moved out and then into her again his weight brushed against her still tingling flesh from before, which felt good.

“God’s Hermione!” She was so tight around him he wouldn’t be able to last long this time. He should have removed his bloody robes before he didn’t care about his dammed game now. She was very good at this game almost too good her initial tightness and wrench of pain had been surprising. Her wet heat tensed against him again. ‘Gods Hermione don’t do that!’ He would remove her spells if he could think through his pleasure but he was currently thinking with the wrong wand. He wasn’t going to climax before her he moved his hand between then teasing her clit. Her inner heat clamped around his cock as she writhed under him from the d ofd of his thrusts. In his aroused state he noticed how her curls tousled as she moved how the light reflected off her flushed skin she was beautiful as she screamed silently her body becoming still. “Hermione.” He yelled as his body tensed above hers spilling deep inside her.

His breathing was still harsh as he came back to a reasoning state after his climax. He had never felt like that before after taking a woman, the gentle feelings he felt looking down at her frightened him. She looked innocent with the candlelight caressing her skin her rather large brown hair beautiful spread on his pillows. What was he thinking he moved a hand to rub the bridge of his nose as he thought and he smelled…blood?

He moved up from her body quickly he was still inside her. She whimpered slightly underneath him but did not wake up. Gods was he crushing her? He accio’d his wand from the top of his bedside table and quickly banished the black robes a chair. The scent of blood was stronger without the barrier of his robes. He looked down as he pulled out of her tight still resisting body. There was blood on her thighs and his member. What had he done? He looked down at his hands still encased in black leather gloves. Merlin! He ripped them off his hands savagely as his heartbeat sped up he whipped them across the room. As he touched a drop of blood on her thigh and muttered a spell but he could already feel the magical potential for one of the most controversial of potions ingredients.

Oh gods but how...did it matter? He moved away from Hermione off the bed. He backed away horrified as he saw her pale formally innocent body still bound with her wrists chained above her and her thighs spread covered in his seed and her own blood. How many times had he had to do this same thing for his former Lord? He looked over her still body expecting to see a scar across the throat he breathed a sigh of relief when there was not one. His hand was oddly shaking as he muttered the counter curse. “Extremitas.” And her wrists were free and the chains gone.

Three years of working with her trying to earn her trust and he ended it like this. Raping her on his bed like a Death Eater. He had to admit when he made a mistake he went all out. Also perhaps he did know somehow. There were so many signs that she was innocent he had ignored them all taking her to be a great actress. She moaned on the bed and turned over towards where he was in the room and he got his final proof. He had studied Hermione’s ass quite thoroughly that night in the classroom. There on Hermione’s heart shaped little bum was a tan birthmark that had not been on the Hermione in his classroom. So that’s what happened to the missing Polyjuice. Bloody Merlin he had been taken in by Polyjuice potion. Polyjuice could copy everything of the physical appearance of another except voice and personal marks. What had he done?


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