Professor Snape Loses It

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Chapter 3 ~ Terms of Service

Despite Madam Hooch’s urgings, Hermione decided to wait to cash in the Potions Master’s Oath of Service, and instead spent her time studying and savoring the dark wizard, letting her desire for him grow over the passing weeks. She watched him constantly, finding reasons to visit him in his office and talking with him, listening to his silky voice and losing herself in his deep, dark eyes, developing fantasies about him. The Potions Master was practically oblivious about Hermione’s growing attraction to him. Her stopping by more often and chatting seemed only to be expected since she had helped him develop the Tracer potion, which the Ministry snapped up immediately. It had already brought excellent results, allowing the Aurors to locate several deatheater strongholds with virtually no casualties to their ranks. The deatheaters didn’t fare as well. He was very grateful to her, though he wondered when she would collect on his Oath.

Severus might not have noticed Hermione’s interest, but Madam Hooch was another story. The Potions Master was very aware that her yellow eyes tended to follow him almost hungrily whenever he was in her presence. He sincerely hoped the witch wasn’t developing an attraction to him. He had no interest in her whatsoever. Even if he wasn’t a practicing celibate, her body type was all wrong. She was too thin, and her shoulders too broad. It would be like fucking another man, he imagined, shuddering. Although he was a celibate, he still had his urges, an on occasion awoke to very sticky sheets. He didn’t have erotic dreams, but sometimes he had nightmares about the revels Lord Voldemort presided over. Twisted sexual acts were performed on women at those revels, most of which resulted in their deaths. It was horrible to witness them and remain stone-faced when his insides were churning with nausea. He often excused himself to vomit, only to be forced to return and stay until the entire fiasco was over. The Dark Lord required it, saying it would strengthen him. He was glad those wicked times finally ended.

Hermione began to have very erotic dreams about the Professor which always began with her disrobing him down to his boxers, and pressing kisses to his stiff body until he began to respond to her. The dreams always ended with him on top of her, entering her for the first time. This was rather frustrating, but she still orgasmed. Just the idea of being his first left her with soaked knickers. She had to be careful about staring at him over meals in the Great Hall. He had almost caught her one time. Not that looking at him would have appeared strange in itself, but Madam Hooch informed her that she was wearing a “fuck me, Severus” look that even he couldn’t miss if he caught it.

“When are you going to go get him?” asked Madam Hooch one day as Hermione stared after Severus as he left supper.

“I think I am going to spring what the service will be on him tonight. I don’t want him just suddenly thrown into the situation. It might mess up his performance. Let him get used to the idea of losing his cherry to his former student first,” Hermione said.

“You’re going to tell him beforehand? Great Merlin’s balls, he’s going to be furious, Hermione,” Hooch said, her yellow eyes wide.

“Furious or not, he gave his Oath, and an Oath can’t be broken. He’ll be compelled to do it if he tries to deny me,” the witch said. “That’s the way an Oath of Service works. So I’ll fuck him whether he wants it or not. Hopefully, after I start in on him, he’ll want it. I can be…persuasive.”

Madam Hooch licked her lip.

“Er…Hermione, when you do him, you think you can let me see it in a pensieve?” she asked the witch.

Hermione looked at her, shocked.

“No! I wouldn’t do that to him. Rolanda, that’s like a man taking a woman’s virginity and showing his buddies afterwards. No way,” Hermione said firmly. “It’s going to be just between Severus and me. It’s bad enough you and the rest of the Professors bet on whether I could do him or not.”

“Aw, shit,” Madam Hooch muttered.

Hermione finished her supper and retired to her rooms for a couple of hours, thinking about the best way to tell Severus he was going to lose his virginity to her. She ran a couple of scenarios through her mind, but they all ended rather badly. Then she had an idea. She showered and scented herself with her favorite scent, jasmine and walked to her wardrobe, pulling out the lower drawer where her nightclothes were. She shuffled through them until she located a very short white silk nightie that clung to her curves very nicely. She slipped it on, then put her robes on over it. Then she spent time brushing out her hair until it fell in soft curls over her shoulders. She took a deep breath and walked to the door, and exited her rooms.

Her heart was pounding a bit as she approached the Potions Office. It was almost nine and Severus was bound to be in his private rooms by now. She knocked on the door hard so he would hear her, and waited. After several minutes she heard Severus on the other side of the door, removing the ward. He opened it slightly.

“Hello, Hermione,” he said looking out of the crack, “I’ve retired for the evening. Whatever you want to discuss, can it wait until morning?”

“Well, I wanted to tell you about the service I want you to perform. It will only take a minute or two,” she said looking up at him.

Severus looked at her closely. There was something in her eyes that told him it might be best to let her in and hear what she had to say. He opened the door wider.

“Come in, then,” he said, rather gruffly.

Hermione ducked under his arm and entered. Severus walked past her and through the open wall that led to his study. Hermione followed him. She had never been in his private rooms before. The study was nice sized and covered in bookshelves, full to the brim with books. He had a fireplace and two armchairs in front of it, separated by a small table. A glass of what looked to be firewhiskey sat on it, along with an open copy of Potions Today magazine. In the corner was a small writing desk with quills and papers on it. A sofa sat against the far wall. The room smelled of sandalwood, a scent Hermione had always liked. Severus walked over to the armchairs and gestured to one.

“Please sit down, Hermione,” he said graciously. For the first time Hermione noticed he was dressed in a house robe and wearing slippers. A bit of his chest showed and his hair was pulled back in a ponytail. He was barelegged, and his calf muscles were surprisingly well developed. He had runner’s legs. She wondered if he jogged. She walked over and took a seat.

“Would you like something to drink?” he asked her.

Hermione considered, looking at his glass.

“A brandy would be nice,” she replied, and watched as he walked over to the liquor cabinet, admiring his graceful strides. He moved like a panther. She felt a little heat rise in her belly. Severus prepared her brandy, brought it over and handed it to her, his pale fingers touching hers and she felt a little jolt when they connected. Damn, she had it bad.

Severus sat down and watched as she downed half the brandy in one swallow. He had poured her a healthy glass, and her consumption of half of it startled him slightly. What kind of service was she going to tell him about that made her consume her liquor so quickly? He arched an inquiring eyebrow at her as she sat back and looked at him.

“I assume, Miss Granger by the way you have just drunk down half a glass of brandy, that your service is not something usual. Hopefully it does not involve assassination or murder, does it?” he asked her silkily.

“No, not at all Severus,” Hermione said, wondering just how she was going to tell him what it did involve. She figured a little history first would be in order. And maybe a little honesty.

“Well, what is it, Hermione? I don’t have all night,” he said a bit snarkily. He didn’t want to sit all night staring at the witch.

His little snarky attitude was all Hermione needed to get to the heart of the matter. Fuck history. Here it is buddy.

“Your service will be to spend the night with me,” she blurted out. There, she had said it.

The Potions Master stared at her.

“What?” he said, his voice deceptively quiet. Surely he didn’t hear what he thought he heard.

“I said, your service will be to spend the night with me. The entire night,” Hermione said

“And the purpose of this?” he asked, hoping there was a reasonable answer.

“Your deflowerment,” she replied.

Snape looked at her, then cast a silencing spell on the room.

“What! How do you know about that?” he roared so loudly Hermione swore her hair blew back.

She steeled herself to be brave. He wouldn’t put his hands on her, she hoped.

“Never mind how I know. I know you are a virgin, and I want to be the one who deflowers you,” she said firmly, her amber eyes meeting his enraged black ones.

“What if I don’t want to be deflowered? Which, incidentally I don’t. I am fine the way I am,” he said, frowning at her.

“You gave me an Oath of Service. You have to fulfill it,” she said stubbornly.

Severus jumped up out of his chair and began to pace, looking at her from time to time. He stopped.

“You set me up. You planned this all along, you minx!” he said, pointing a finger at her accusingly. “This is unconscionable! How could you do this?”

“I can do this because I think you are the sexiest wizard alive and I want you to fuck me,” she replied. Severus just looked at her, stunned.

“There were other ways you could have gone about this, Hermione, rather than tricking me into it,” he said, more quietly.

“How, Severus? You are known for turning down women. Some of them were pointed out to me, and they were absolutely beautiful. Stunning. Still you turned them down. What was I supposed to do, try to come on to you after competition like that?” she asked him. “If you said no to them, you certainly would have said no to me.”

Severus looked at her. She was right. He would have said no and meant it. He had been free of women and their entanglements for this long. He would like to continue to be so.

“I won’t do it,” he said, frowning at her, knowing he couldn’t break the Oath but hoping to bluff his way out of this insane situation. Trapped into sex with his former student…this just had to be a nightmare.

“You will do it,” Hermione said, “You are bound by the Oath of Service. It will compel you if you don’t act of your own free will.”

“Hermione, I don’t want to fuck you!” he said angrily.

Hermione’s eyes flashed.

“That’s only because you have no idea how good it would be,” she said, the brandy giving her courage.

“What makes you think you could even arouse me enough to make an attempt?” he snarled at her.

“This!” Hermione replied, pulling her robes open and revealing her short white nightie, clinging to her body sexily, showing all her curves. She dropped the robe to the floor.

Severus went silent. Quickly.

Hermione walked up to him. He was frozen in place as she molded her body to him and rubbed up and down for a few moments, then backed away.

“And that!” she said, victoriously.

Severus’ house robe was unmistakably tented.

“Shit,” he breathed, looking down at himself then at Hermione, who was putting her robes back on. He made an effort to save himself.

“That’s a purely physical reaction,” he said imperiously.

Hermione smirked at him as she buttoned up her robes.

“That’s all it needs to be, Severus. Now, what night is good for you?” Hermione asked him, all business now.

“What?” he asked her blankly, very aware that his erection was not yet going down. It was hard to think clearly when all the blood had rushed from one head to fill the other.

“What night will you have free to do this, or would you rather I make it an arbitrary night, giving you no choice in the matter,” she said, putting her hands on her hips.

“Well, you’ve already taken my choice away in this matter,” he snarled, “so it really doesn’t make a difference. You might as well set the night too.”

“Fine. Saturday night,” she said.

“Saturday? But that’s tomorrow,” Snape complained. Hermione looked at him.

“Severus, you’ve been a virgin thirty-nine years. You don’t need to wait any longer, and personally I don’t want to wait any longer. I’ve been dreaming of fucking you for weeks. Saturday. Be ready to get your cherry popped,” Hermione said firmly, turning and walking out of his study.

Severus looked after her, completely flabbergasted. He was just roped in to fucking Hermione Granger, the Spells Mistress, totally against his will. He looked down at his hugely tented robe.

“This is all your fault,” he hissed.

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A/N: Wow, Hermione is taking no prisoners. You WILL give me the high hard one Severus, whether you like it or not! Lolol. Poor guy. Please review.