Dreams

Author's Note:
Ok, I must warn- this will involve some unconventional punishment. Well, not SO unconventional, but I felt bad enough for my dear character as it is.

Bella Snape - thanks for the wonderful suggestion, I think we need's Snape perspective too

And thanks for reviewing everyone!! Hopefully my twisted ways won't make you turn away in revulsion =). But feel free to tell me if they do!


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Hermione walked into Snape’s office at 9 pm wearing her normal school robes just in case she miscalculated him, but nothing except sheer lingerie underneath. “Ms. Granger, how accommodating of you to show up,” snapped Snape.

Pointing his finger towards a pile of grime-covered cauldrons, he commanded “Clean them.” Hermione was quite disappointed as she neared the messy stacks and Snape could sense it. Skimming her thoughts, he saw an image of himself falling off a cliff. Mmm… she seems rather fond of me at the moment, he thought.

Smirking in an expression he thought would strike fear into Hermione’s heart, he said “If you’re not done in a timely fashion, I might have to resort to…other punishment methods.” Hermione looked up sharply, thinking, I hope so Snape, I really hope so.

Half an hour passed and Hermione had not even finished one cauldron. In fact, she spent the majority of her time making little doodles with the toothbrush he gave her on the ingredients left in the cauldrons, waiting for Snape to do something.

He looked up and gave her a calculating look. “Ms. Granger, please bend over that chair in the corner of the room.” Hermione was nervous, but finally felt that something was coming of this detention. She did as she was told, shaking slighty.

Snape, however, had no intention of doing anything at the moment that would put ideas into the girl’s mind of love and frolic. I’ll just frighten the girl out of her wits, he reasoned, and all future “propositions” will be put to rest. And that will be that.

Half an hour later, he said, “Ms. Granger, you may now leave.” She stood up, looking at him grimly. Aha, finally she has an idea of my perversions... thought Snape

Hermione, however, felt utterly rejected. If found her so displeasing, why did he make those remarks and threaten a “late-night” detention in the first place, Hermione wondered. He was exploiting her weakness, she lamented, and left in a huff. Maybe Snape reallywas a bastard.

Snape shook his head. He remembered that dream he had of Hermione and wondered if he could resist his growing attracting to the vixen.

He was in a long corridor… and saw someone further out. Coming closer, he was interested to see it was Hermione.

“Ms. Granger? Indeed, this is a new development….” he said, wondering what was quite the matter with his subconscious that it was bringing the little know-it-all to him in his dreams. Actually, she wasn’t quite the worst person to have a dream with. She was rather pretty, intelligent though he hated to admit it, and perhaps he could even have a little fun tonight…

He was brought out of his musings when Hermione took his hand and looked adoring into his eyes, saying “You look lost, but I’ve been here before. Walk with me, dear Severus.”

Now THIS had caught him off-guard. Since when was he having love dreams about anyone, especially Granger? But hey, dream Hermione wanted to walk, so walk he would..

The two stopped for a moment, Snape looking at Hermione, rather enjoying the way she was beginning to stroke his hand. “Kiss me?” she asked. Snape hesitated slightly… kiss Hermione? He thought of the annoying questions she constantly raised in class, her refusal to back down from his confrontations, yet the way she always seemed like she needed to take a break because really, how much could a person take before they cracked?

Right now at least, maybe she needed him. And his lips crashed down on hers as he felt a roar in his ears. Oh yes, he could think of plenty of things worse than having a dream with Hermione Granger.

He was pleased to see the way she melted into his body, finally giving up that constant air of strength she fought so hard to uphold. He heard her whisper into his ear how she wanted him to possess her. Snape felt himself grow even harder, if that was possible. He would indeed possess Hermione tonight. For the time being, she was his.

Taking her arms above her head, he restrained her, letting her feel his presence and telling her that she’s his and only his.

With one hand, Snape unbuttoned the school shirt she was wearing, until he reached halfway down her shirt and saw she was bare underneath. Growling, he ripped the rest off. He smelled her scent, musky and hot, and looked possessively at her half-naked body. Lowering his head, he licked down her neck and to her nipples, swirling and biting until he felt her move from the sensation and writhe against his firm arm which was still restraining her hands.

He let his free hand travel up her slim white thighs and touch her intimately, feeling her wetness. Stroking her where she seemed to enjoy it most, he felt that he would kill anyone who touched her like this, and with another passionate kiss, he felt her buck against him as he thrust two fingers into her.

“I love you and you’ll never know it,” he whispered in her ear.

As Snape stopped his reminiscing, he felt rather twisted and perverted for thinking such thoughts of a student, not to mention forcing her to bend over during detention. The poor girl probably didn’t know to expect or what would happen to her, frightened out of her mind and telling her “horrifying” experience to all her friends.

But maybe, one day, she’ll be ready the freedom such utmost trust would give her, he thought. Maybe one day, when she’s not so young…

Snape finished his paperwork and went to bed, hoping that he’d see his dream Hermione once more.

Snape found himself in the same corridor, but with no Hermione. He walked on further, turning right when he heard her voice traveling from somewhere near. As he walked in that new corridor, he found himself at an open door, where Hermione was lying among pillows.

“Hello, Ms. Granger,” he said, extremely pleased.

“Are you here to punish me?” she asked meekly.

Why, what a marvelous idea, he thought. “Yes, I am.”

“Not with cauldron-scrubbing I hope?” He smirked. Apparently his mind was admonishing him about rejecting Hermione who so willingly came to him in real life.

“Stop talking. Take off your clothing,” he commanded firmly. Hermione obeyed immediately, removing her robes and school uniform underneath. She was stunning, he thought. Slim, but not too skinny, with curves in all the right places and delicious breasts.

“Spread your legs, Hermione.” Calling her by her given name felt more appropriate in the situation to Snape. As she spread her knees, he continued “raise yourself towards me.” Hermione seemed slightly startled as she put a few pillows under her backside and looked at him to see if she was doing the right thing.

Snape was amazed at his reaction to the trust this girl had in him. He was on fire. Snape soon found that he had a riding crop at his side and came towards Hermione. “Keep your knees open.”

Snape held the riding crop more firmly and brought it down with a swish between her legs. Hermione cried out and closed them immediately, instinctively.

“Open them again, Hermione,” Severus ordered. Sobbing, knowing what would happen as soon as she opened her legs, she exposed herself to Severus.“That’ll double your strokes.” Hermione looked up at him wide-eyed, holding onto her knees tightly as he flicked her clit. The crop landed on her again, slapping her whole mound and causing intense pain to spread throughout. He hit her three more times as tears came to her eyes and Snape could see the punishment having an effect.

“Severus, please no…” Hermione sobbed. At this plea, he flicked her especially hard and fast twice in a row. Hermione had never felt so much pain concentrated in one area and felt tears streaming down her cheeks.

Thwissh…crack. Hermione cried out at the pain and this time, Snape held her knees open and attached them to a spreader bar so she could not close them again. After the fifteenth crack, with Hermione extremely sensitive and almost screaming at every hit, Severus released her from the bar.

Hermione seemed horrified when he then said “Open your knees, Hermione. I’m not done” Sobbing, she opened them again and screamed when he hit her with the hardest stoke thus far. “That was the finishing punishment for closing your knees,” he replied.

Then Severus took out a cane from an umbrella stand he had not noticed was nearby.. “Bend over the chair,” he commanded.

As she stood up, sensitive while walking from the ordeal she just endured, she went over to a chair in the right corner of the room. After giving Snape a glance, she braced herself over the back, holding onto the seat. She seemed to be determined to grip the chair for her life.

But before he caned her, Snape touched her luscious butt, staring right at him. He let his hands wander to her folds, amazed at how red and hot they were. Hermione moved forward sharply at first, feeling pain at being touched there for the moment and gasped when he thrust two fingers into her.

“Perhaps we’ll reserve the caning for next time, Hermione,” he said huskily as he removed his pants. When he thrust into her, Hermione cried out, feeling pain at having herself stretched so much. Dream Hermione was a virgin? Snape’s thoughts were confirmed when he saw blood. The pain is all for the better, he thought, continuing to thrust until he saw Hermione shed tears once more. He felt like he should feel bad at deflowering her this way, but Snape changed his mind when he felt her shuddering in orgasm.

Snape woke up suddenly with intense guilt. He shook his head, grabbed a pillow and smashed it down on his face, groaning.

Elsewhere in the castle, Hermione awoke to see blood on her sheets.