Just a Naughty Little Ficlet (No Update, edit)

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Chapter 3 ~ In the Potions Master’s Clutches…Continued

Hermione looked down at herself, making a face. Gods, she was covered in the wizard’s come. She looked up at the Potions Master, who was leaning back in the wooden chair, his eyes closed and a distinct look of satisfaction on his face. His boxers were still around his thighs, and his flaccid organ was draped between his legs, hanging over the edge of the seat.

“Um…excuse me…can you do something about this? I don’t have my wand and there’s no bathroom here,” the witch said, holding up her hands gingerly. Severus’ dark eyes opened and rested on her a moment, then he lazily flicked his hand toward her. She was scourgified instantly. Hermione stared at the wizard, who closed his eyes again.

“You can do wandless magic,” she said in awe

“No foolish wand waving here, on either end,” Severus purred smirking a bit.

“But you use a wand all the time,” Hermione continued.

Severus opened his eyes and looked at the witch.

“I hide my abilities, Miss Granger. My use of wandless magic could cost me my life. The Dark Lord does not allow his deatheaters to bring wands into his presence, because he fears assassination. If he discovers any witch or wizard that can do wandless magic, they are dispatched,” the wizard said, his eyes washing over Hermione as she remained on her knees. He liked the fact she hadn’t risen yet.

“Dispatched?” Hermione repeated.

“Killed,” the wizard said shortly. Then he scowled. “If not for Albus I would have assassinated the Dark Lord long ago. He made me take an oath not to attempt to kill Voldemort until Harry had a chance to try and fulfill the Prophecy. So I continue to suffer at the despot’s hands until your friend Potter gets up to snuff.”

Severus’ brow furrowed as he looked at the witch. Potter’s friend. That would cost her.

“Why didn’t you kill him before then?” Hermione said, “When you first became a spy.”

“Because my powers were not as strong then as they are now. Wandless magic becomes more powerful as the witch or wizard matures. I couldn’t cast the Killing curse then as I can now. Voldemort, as powerful as he is, can still be killed by an Unforgivable. If I hadn’t taken that damned oath, he’d be dead by now. Damn Albus and his stubborn belief in that wooly prophecy. I wouldn’t put faith in anything Sybil Trelawney had to say,” the wizard groused. “Potter is no match for Voldemort. He’s going to get killed.”

”Don’t say that!” Hermione hissed. “Harry is the hope of the wizarding world. He’s going to survive.”

Hermione had to believe that…she couldn’t imagine Harry dead. She loved him like a brother.

Severus’ eyes darkened as the witch looked at him mutinously.

“Did you just tell me what I can and cannot say, witch?” he asked Hermione his face contorting with displeasure.

Hermione flushed.

“No…I just meant…” she began as Severus bent and began to remove his boots and socks.

“I know what you meant,” he snapped, “Exactly what you meant, Miss Granger.”

Hermione watched as the wizard tucked his socks into his boots, then stood up, his cock reaching halfway down his thigh. The wizard removed his shirt, and Hermione bit her lip to keep from gasping at his lean, muscular frame. He had strong shoulders, a well defined chest and rippled abdomen. The Potions Master’s arms were tightly corded and he had little scars on his sides. But they did nothing to dampen the effect. In fact, they made Hermione more aware that this was a man who faced torture and death every day of his life. As nasty as he was, Severus Snape was a true hero, if a dark one.

The wizard bent and drew down his boxers and trousers, stepping out of them. He was completely naked now and looked down on the witch, who stared at him, her mouth slightly slack. Hermione’s thighs were getting slicker by the moment as she looked on that delicious body. Gods, who would have thought that was what was hiding beneath his robes?

“I’m a bit more than you expected,” Severus said to her silkily. “I can smell you. I suspect your pussy just sprung a leak, Miss Granger.”

Hermione didn’t say anything. She just looked at the naked wizard, her eyes rather glassy. Damn, he was still soft.

Evidently the wizard intended to do something about that and sat back down in the wooden chair.

“Take off your knickers and come over here,” he commanded.

Her belly aflutter, Hermione stood up, removed her knickers and walked over to Severus, whose eyes rested on her full breasts.

Straddle me and sit down,” the Potions Master said, his eyes never leaving the witch’s full globes as she did as he asked. Immediately the wizard wrapped his arms around her waist. He looked at her.

“You never imagined you’d that you would one day come crawling to me, craving my cock, did you, Miss Granger?” the wizard said to her, his dark eyes a bit malicious,” Or end up sucking said cock and drinking my come.”

Hermione closed her eyes, her stomach flip flopping as the wizard continued to cruelly mock her, his pale arms holding her securely. Gods he was so cruel. So deliciously cruel.

“Now you’re naked and gap-legged on my lap wondering when I’m going to fuck you with this big tool of mine, aren’t you witch? I know you are. You are soaking my thighs with your juices. I smell like pussy,” he purred, sniffing long and hard.

“Open you eyes!” he suddenly hissed, tightening his grip on Hermione.

Hermione opened her eyes slowly and met his dark ones. They were almost nose to nose.

“That’s right. You look at me when I talk to you witch. You can’t hide from this reality by closing your eyes. I’m going to fuck you. Fuck you, Miss Granger. Stick my cock in you over and over just like you fantasized about when Mr. Weasley was using his boy-toy on you. I’m no toy, Miss Granger, and I guarantee you will not be dreaming of Mr. Weasley when I’m drilling a new hole in you,” he said with a growl.

Hermione suddenly shuddered in the wizard’s arms. Gods, she wanted him. She fought to keep from squirming.

“Look at you, Miss Granger,” Severus sneered at the witch, “I could talk you into an orgasm. Your pussy walls are most likely clapping together with need right now. Are they? Do you want me to shove my ten inches into your tight little hole right now, Miss Granger?” the wizard asked beginning to caress her back and buttocks with his large, pale hands. The witch’s skin was soft and hot.

Hermione let out a moan as the wizard’s hands moved over her flesh. They were a man’s hands, slightly roughened and inquisitive, squeezing her skin lightly as the moved. Suddenly he gripped both her butt cheeks hard. She cried out.

Severus’ felt his cock throb as he sat there with both hands full of Hermione’s ass and the witch stared at him, her lower lip trembling slightly.

“You think I’ve got a hold on you now, witch…wait until I fuck you,” he said softly, sliding his hands back up her back slowly and wrapping one strong arm around Hermione’s lower back, “I’m going to leave handprints on your body. Now lean back and let me have a taste of your more than adequate breasts.”

Hermione obliged the wizard, leaning back over his strong arm as he grasped one of her breasts roughly, squeezing and fondling it, flicking his thumb over the nipple until it was a tight peak, staring at the witch as he did so, drinking in her reaction. Hermione’s head was flung back and she was gasping in pleasure as Severus felt her up. He wasn’t gentle and she loved it.

The wizard began to lick around her other breast, his head rolling sensuously as he did so, long languid caresses with his tongue, circling it, moving closer to the tight nipple, then moving back, causing Hermione to hiss as he teased her. Then the wizard began to suck on her flesh, leaving little red suction marks that didn’t fade all over her smooth skin, Hermione groaning, her arms hanging limply.

She didn’t dare touch the wizard. She didn’t know if he wanted her to. Oh, but his mouth felt exquisite, moving from one breast to the other hungrily, the wizard leaving his mark as he enjoyed her fullness, licking, sucking and biting lightly, Hermione’s body undulating in his lap. His cock was swelling steadily and his legs were soaked. The scent of the witch’s arousal filled the room and the wizard breathed it in. Suddenly he lifted his head.

“You wanton little witch,” he breathed at Hermione, who was writhing over his arm. The wizard shifted her so she sat crossways in his lap and thrust his hand between her legs, rubbing her pussy, coating his hand in her juices. Hermione moaned and widened her legs.

“Nasty witch,” Severus hissed as he brought his hand to his mouth and licked it clean before returning it between her thighs, playing with her clit now, catching it between his thumb and forefinger, yanking it lightly. Hermione squealed.

“Kiss me…taste what your pussy is like,” he demanded.

Hermione hesitated, hot as she was…she didn’t want to taste her own pussy.

Severus pulled his wet hand from between her legs, caught hold of her hand and forced her to turn her head, claiming her mouth hungrily, thrusting his tongue deep inside her heat, sharing both his lust and her flavor.

Hermione tasted her own fluids…they were musky…almost sweet…clean. Not at all what she expected, and the wizard’s kiss…gods, it was overpowering. Severus released her hair and continued kissing her snaking his hand back down to her core and inserting a finger inside the witch.

“Oh gods!” Hermione cried against his mouth as Severus began to finger fuck her, his knuckle hitting her clit lightly, Hermione moaning and crying out his title as he slipped another finger inside her, thrusting and twisting them inside her soft core. His hand was absolutely dripping.

Severus pulled back from the witch’s mouth and watched her arch, panting and moaning, fucking his fingers back. Gods…what was he doing to her? This felt better than Ron fucking her.

”You like getting finger fucked,” he said, his face contorting, “Like to feel my fingers knuckle deep in your tight little twat. Give me a reward…come witch. Come for me and I’ll fuck you.”

Severus slipped a third finger inside Hermione and sped up his thrusting, the witch bucking over his lap as he held her securely with his other arm.

“So this is what you look like when getting fucked, Miss Granger,” he breathed as the witch licked her lips and slung her head back and forth as the wizard continued his three-fingered assault on her pussy. “And this is just my fingers, witch…wait until I shove my cock inside you. Circumference counts as much as length. You’re going to be quite full.”

“Oh Pro…Profess…orrrrr!” the witch screamed, climaxing, gushing all over the wizard’s hand. He hissed as her hot fluids filled his palm and spilled over.

“You’re a veritable wellspring of come, Miss Granger,” the wizard said softly, withdrawing his soaked hand and bringing it to his mouth, consuming her sweetness as she writhed with pleasure in his lap, oblivious to anything except her own pleasure. As he licked his hand clean, Severus’ dark eyes rested on the witch, thinking she was the sexiest woman he had run across in a long, long time. And he was going to be the first real man to fuck her.

Ronald Weasley had lucked up. Hermione was hormonal and lonely when she consented to having sex with him. No one else seemed to have much interest in her. She wasn’t adept at talking to boys. But she was used to talking to Ron, idiot that he was most of the time.

Ron wasn’t a virgin, but he hadn’t come into his own yet, and his technique left much to be desired, and he still had some maturing to do, body-wise. Yet he was very enthusiastic, and felt very good…but Hermione always felt something was missing. There was…and the Professor had just given it to her.

An orgasm.

Hermione lay on the wizard’s lap, spent and shuddering, her amber eyes looking up at him with wonder.

“I never felt anything like that before,” she gasped at the wizard, who arched an eyebrow at her.

“Don’t tell me Mr. Weasley never pulled such a reaction from you those times I didn’t managed to throw water on you like copulating pups?” the wizard said silkily.

Hermione didn’t care how he worded what she and Ron did together. He had just given her something…damn…something beautiful. He could say what he wanted as long as he continued to do it.

“Never,” she gasped, “That felt incredible.”

The wizard looked at her, his nostrils flaring. He reached down and grasped his cock, then slapped her pussy with it sideways several times the witch crying out and jerking at the contact.

“This is what is going to feel incredible,” he breathed, standing up with the witch and walking to the four-poster.

Severus threw her into the bed. Hermione bounced on the black bedding, her eyes wide with shock as she looked up at the wizard. His cock was enormously swollen…it looked even bigger than when she blew him.

“Now you’re going to find out what it means to be fucked, Miss Granger,” he purred, slowly climbing into the bed, moving like a big cat stalking its prey. He straddled Hermione’s body, his long cock stretched out across her belly almost reaching her breasts as he sat on her, looking down.

“So petite and curvaceous,” he said, smoothing his hands over the witch’s breasts, then slapping them lightly, watching them jiggle as the witch gasped. Her breasts were covered with small hickeys purposely left by the wizard. He normally didn’t mark witches, but Hermione was a special case.

From the first time Severus saw Hermione's flushed, panting face when he caught her and Ron together, he had wanted to fuck the little know-it-all himself, even before he saw her fantasy about him. The Potions Master had some real knowledge to impart to the witch now that he knew she was actively exploring her sexuality and was the age of consent.

It seemed Hermione wasn’t the only one who had dreams.

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A/N: Ooh wee, Severus…just puddles and puddles of lust here. :::wiping brow::: Another chapter down. Still writing…sooo tired. Lol. Please review.