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Merry XXXmas, Professor Snape
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
31,381
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160
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Currently Reading:
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The Presence of Presents
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to JKR. All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
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Chapter 3 ~ The Presence of Presents
The Professor watched as Miss Granger crossed his study to the present. Her back was to him. She bent over to read the tag attached to the bow and the Professor started.
She didn’t have any knickers on.
He could clearly see the full, smooth globes of her buttocks, and her vulva peeking between her cheeks. His cock hardened so quickly he couldn’t suppress a groan. Hermione looked over her shoulder, her long, chestnut hair falling to the side. She looked…gods…she looked…
“Did you say something, Professor?” she asked him.
“Stand up, Miss Granger,” he said in a rather strangled voice.
“What?” Hermione asked her brow furrowed, still presenting the tantalizing view to her Professor.
“I said, stand up Miss Granger. Your suit is missing a vital garment,” the Professor said.
“Huh?” she said, looking very perplexed now, her soft round ass putting thoughts in the Potions Master’s mind that he shouldn’t be having.
“You don’t have on any knickers, Miss Granger,” he said hoarsely.
Hermione’s hand came around and ran over the bare skin of her ass, causing the Professor to have to turn from her, so she wouldn’t see his cock bouncing at the erotic sight..
“Oh!” she said straightening, her face turning bright red. “I’m so sorry Professor. I didn’t know.”
“It’s all right, Miss Granger,” he managed to chock out, willing his cock to calm down. He looked at the blushing witch.
“I think, Miss Granger it would be best for you to go back to your room. You can use my floo,” he said. Hermione looked at him. He thought he saw a flash of something on her face. Could that have been disappointment?
The Professor steeled himself. It was best to get the young witch out of his room, or he might be tempted to do something they’d both be sorry for later. He ignited the floo with his wand, walked over to the hearth and scooped a handful of floo powder out of a box resting on the mantel. He threw it into the floo, where it burst into flame, but the flame didn’t turn green. The fire was still a regular flame. The Professor scowled and retrieved another handful and threw it in. Again the powder burst into flame, again the flame remained red and scorching.
“It seems my floo isn’t working, Miss Granger. I will lend you a robe and you can walk back to Gryfinndor Tower,” he said, walking to the wall and pulling on the torch. The torch bent, but the wall did not slide up. He tried it again. It still wouldn’t work. Then he tried to magically lift the heavy door. That didn’t work either. He made several desperate attempts but the wall never budged. He turned and looked at the witch.
“It seems, Miss Granger, you are here for the night at least,” he said. He felt as if he were being set up. But by whom.
“That’s fine with me, Professor, “ Hermione replied, smiling at him. Then she looked at the present again, burning up with curiosity.
“Who do you think left it, Professor?” she asked.
Snape was staring at the witch. What she said didn’t register.
“Professor?” she said to him. He started.
“Yes, what did you ask me, Miss Granger?” he responded.
Hermione’s eyes swept over him rather speculatively for a moment, and in that instance, she looked older than what she was.
“I asked you who do you think left you the present,” she replied.
“Oh. I don’t know. Someone with the initial F.C.” he replied, looking at the huge present again.
“F.C.?” Hermione said, frowning. Then she brightened.
“F.C. stands for Father Christmas, Professor. Father Christmas left you a present!” she said, bending over the present again in her excitement, affording Snape another delicious view of her wares. He swallowed down a groan. This was torture.
“Miss Granger. The bending,” he said, hoping she didn’t hear the quaver in his voice. His cock was so hard it was beginning to hurt. He was going to have a bad case of blue balls later if she kept flashing him the way she was doing.
Hermione straightened. “Sorry Professor,” she said, blushing again.
“And there’s no such person as Father Christmas,” he added, scowling.
Hermione looked at him, her brow furrowed.
“I don’t know about that, Professor. In the muggle world, yes, it’s unlikely there is a real Father Christmas…but in the wizarding world he might actually exist. He does perform Christmas magic after all,” she said.
“Nonsense. There is no such being,” the Professor said stubbornly.
Hermione put her hands on her hips, causing her shirt to rise a bit. The Professor studiously kept his black eyes focused on her face.
“Well, who sent you the gift then, Professor,” she asked him.
“I don’t know. Maybe Albus. This looks like his work. He was very insistent that I talk to Father Christmas this afternoon. He is probably carrying it over for effect,” the Professor said, frowning as he looked at the present.
Hermione looked at him, her eyes shining.
“Let’s open it, Professor. It’s after twelve, so it’s Christmas morning,” she said.
“All right,” the Professor replied. After seeing what charms she had, he was compelled to do about anything she asked of him, like most lust-stricken males.
He pulled at the bow and it untied itself, falling to the floor in four neat lines. Hermione drew closer as he lifted the top and set it aside. They both looked in.
Professor Snape looked perplexed. Hermione on the other hand, blushed furiously. She looked up at the Potions Master.
“Um…the present may have had your name on it, Professor…but the gifts…I think they’re mine.
The Professor looked at her, utterly speechless.
“Y-Y_yours?” he stammered.
“Yes,” she said in a small voice, blushing furiously again as the Professor stared into the box again, utter disbelief etched on his face.
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A/N: Tease chapter. No knickers, eh? Not hard to tell where this is leading, is it? Lol. And what the hell is in the box????? Next chapter you’ll know, definitely. I promise. Please review.
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Chapter 3 ~ The Presence of Presents
The Professor watched as Miss Granger crossed his study to the present. Her back was to him. She bent over to read the tag attached to the bow and the Professor started.
She didn’t have any knickers on.
He could clearly see the full, smooth globes of her buttocks, and her vulva peeking between her cheeks. His cock hardened so quickly he couldn’t suppress a groan. Hermione looked over her shoulder, her long, chestnut hair falling to the side. She looked…gods…she looked…
“Did you say something, Professor?” she asked him.
“Stand up, Miss Granger,” he said in a rather strangled voice.
“What?” Hermione asked her brow furrowed, still presenting the tantalizing view to her Professor.
“I said, stand up Miss Granger. Your suit is missing a vital garment,” the Professor said.
“Huh?” she said, looking very perplexed now, her soft round ass putting thoughts in the Potions Master’s mind that he shouldn’t be having.
“You don’t have on any knickers, Miss Granger,” he said hoarsely.
Hermione’s hand came around and ran over the bare skin of her ass, causing the Professor to have to turn from her, so she wouldn’t see his cock bouncing at the erotic sight..
“Oh!” she said straightening, her face turning bright red. “I’m so sorry Professor. I didn’t know.”
“It’s all right, Miss Granger,” he managed to chock out, willing his cock to calm down. He looked at the blushing witch.
“I think, Miss Granger it would be best for you to go back to your room. You can use my floo,” he said. Hermione looked at him. He thought he saw a flash of something on her face. Could that have been disappointment?
The Professor steeled himself. It was best to get the young witch out of his room, or he might be tempted to do something they’d both be sorry for later. He ignited the floo with his wand, walked over to the hearth and scooped a handful of floo powder out of a box resting on the mantel. He threw it into the floo, where it burst into flame, but the flame didn’t turn green. The fire was still a regular flame. The Professor scowled and retrieved another handful and threw it in. Again the powder burst into flame, again the flame remained red and scorching.
“It seems my floo isn’t working, Miss Granger. I will lend you a robe and you can walk back to Gryfinndor Tower,” he said, walking to the wall and pulling on the torch. The torch bent, but the wall did not slide up. He tried it again. It still wouldn’t work. Then he tried to magically lift the heavy door. That didn’t work either. He made several desperate attempts but the wall never budged. He turned and looked at the witch.
“It seems, Miss Granger, you are here for the night at least,” he said. He felt as if he were being set up. But by whom.
“That’s fine with me, Professor, “ Hermione replied, smiling at him. Then she looked at the present again, burning up with curiosity.
“Who do you think left it, Professor?” she asked.
Snape was staring at the witch. What she said didn’t register.
“Professor?” she said to him. He started.
“Yes, what did you ask me, Miss Granger?” he responded.
Hermione’s eyes swept over him rather speculatively for a moment, and in that instance, she looked older than what she was.
“I asked you who do you think left you the present,” she replied.
“Oh. I don’t know. Someone with the initial F.C.” he replied, looking at the huge present again.
“F.C.?” Hermione said, frowning. Then she brightened.
“F.C. stands for Father Christmas, Professor. Father Christmas left you a present!” she said, bending over the present again in her excitement, affording Snape another delicious view of her wares. He swallowed down a groan. This was torture.
“Miss Granger. The bending,” he said, hoping she didn’t hear the quaver in his voice. His cock was so hard it was beginning to hurt. He was going to have a bad case of blue balls later if she kept flashing him the way she was doing.
Hermione straightened. “Sorry Professor,” she said, blushing again.
“And there’s no such person as Father Christmas,” he added, scowling.
Hermione looked at him, her brow furrowed.
“I don’t know about that, Professor. In the muggle world, yes, it’s unlikely there is a real Father Christmas…but in the wizarding world he might actually exist. He does perform Christmas magic after all,” she said.
“Nonsense. There is no such being,” the Professor said stubbornly.
Hermione put her hands on her hips, causing her shirt to rise a bit. The Professor studiously kept his black eyes focused on her face.
“Well, who sent you the gift then, Professor,” she asked him.
“I don’t know. Maybe Albus. This looks like his work. He was very insistent that I talk to Father Christmas this afternoon. He is probably carrying it over for effect,” the Professor said, frowning as he looked at the present.
Hermione looked at him, her eyes shining.
“Let’s open it, Professor. It’s after twelve, so it’s Christmas morning,” she said.
“All right,” the Professor replied. After seeing what charms she had, he was compelled to do about anything she asked of him, like most lust-stricken males.
He pulled at the bow and it untied itself, falling to the floor in four neat lines. Hermione drew closer as he lifted the top and set it aside. They both looked in.
Professor Snape looked perplexed. Hermione on the other hand, blushed furiously. She looked up at the Potions Master.
“Um…the present may have had your name on it, Professor…but the gifts…I think they’re mine.
The Professor looked at her, utterly speechless.
“Y-Y_yours?” he stammered.
“Yes,” she said in a small voice, blushing furiously again as the Professor stared into the box again, utter disbelief etched on his face.
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A/N: Tease chapter. No knickers, eh? Not hard to tell where this is leading, is it? Lol. And what the hell is in the box????? Next chapter you’ll know, definitely. I promise. Please review.