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Snape Suggests a Change of Clothing
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Chapter 38 ~ Snape Suggests a Change of Clothing
Snape stalked back to Hermione’s rooms. He didn’t knock but walked right in, and planned to continue doing it. He had saved her after all, the ungrateful little chit. Now he was playing messenger boy for the Dark Lord. He sighed. He’d walk in, give her the message and walk right out before she found another way to fuck with him.
He hadn’t realized that the Dark Lord’s realm had the effect of increasing carnal urges. But it made sense. Initially he participated half-heartedly in the Revels, but after a while he began to enjoy them, and after that, crave them. Now he was a no holds barred sexual animal. Is this what would happen to Miss Granger? He had no doubt. He already had a taste of it this morning. He didn’t want to admit to himself her taking charge had been very arousing, though he consciously attributed his massive hard-on to the thought of getting her back. Which he hadn’t. He growled low in his throat. She’d want him to fuck her sooner or later. Voldemort’s guest or not, he’d make sure she had trouble walking.
Snape walked into her bedroom. The bed was empty, and the shower running. Without hesitation he entered the bathroom and turned toward the shower. The enclosure was made of glass, and he could see her standing just outside the spray, washing her nude body, a great amount of lather on her washcloth. But the way she was washing herself, he was sure it was not her usual method. It was more as if she were stimulating herself, massaging her breasts slowly, lingering over the hardened nipples, running the cloth slowly over her belly…
He watched fascinated as she lathered her body sensually. And when she washed between her legs…nothing should have taken that long. It was obvious she had climaxed, her head thrown back and mouth open, her belly contracting. Then she stepped back under the spray, turning slowly. Then her amber eyes widened with surprise when she saw him, then slitted. For a moment he was tempted to enter the shower fully clothed. He had just relieved himself with the deatheater, but found he had another erection just watching her. It seemed that she was extremely susceptible to the magic of the Dark Lord’s domain. This wasn’t good. It could sidetrack her. He would have to tell her.
He watched as she stepped out of the shower. She didn’t have any shyness in front of him all at as she reached for the towel and began to dry herself.
“Is there a reason you are here besides ogling me taking a shower, Professor?” she asked him. “I know you’ve had your little ‘problem’ taken care of. Are you always such a caveman?” she asked him, her amber eyes glittering with mirth.
Snape frowned.
“The Dark Lord would like for you to join him for breakfast in an hour. I suggest you wear something you brought from Hogwarts.” he said evenly.
“Why? There are some beautiful dresses in my wardrobe that I’d love to wear,” she said.
“You wear those dresses, Miss Granger, and you’ll be taking them off in no time for the Dark Lord,” he replied. “They’re charmed to increase your sensuality…your libido. So are your nightgowns. Any articles of clothing provided for you are designed to make you increasingly randy, Miss Granger. Sooner or later you will end up fucking Voldemort,” he said.
Hermione looked at him in shock.
“And if you think I’m brutal,” Snape said silkily, “The Dark Lord has a cock that can wrap itself around you of its own volition. His appearance isn’t the only thing about him that’s snake-like.”
Hermione looked at Snape in horror. She knew he was telling the truth. When she slipped her nightgown on the night before, it had felt too good against her skin not to be charmed. But she had thought it was just a charm on the fabric, but it was more like the garment had been dipped in a lust potion that reacted against the skin. The longer she spent in the gown, the more randy she became. That was why she had made Snape…
She looked at him with raised eyebrows for a moment, and decided not to apologize. Even if it was the nightgown…his attentions had been damn good. And the sense of control, awesome.
“I guess I’d better take to transfiguring my own clothing,” Hermione said as she applied a drying spell to her hair. She was so preoccupied, she didn’t realize she had done it wandlessly. Snape did, however. But he didn’t say anything.
“Good idea,” Snape replied, relieved. “Maybe duplicate the clothing you were given. That way you will not offend the Dark Lord. There is also the additional problem that the whole place is infused with magic that increases carnal urges. The only thing you can do about that is to exercise control.”
Here, Snape’s black eyes glittered at her. “You’ll have to determine whether your desires are actual or inspired by the Dark Lord.”
“How will I be able to tell?” she asked him, wrapping the towel around him and walking past into the bedroom. He followed her.
“I don’t know. Maybe you should practice total abstinence,” he smirked.
“I’ve tried that, believe me,” she said, looking at him darkly. She couldn’t resist him when her need came on her.
“I haven’t fucked you in a few days. You must be able to control it to some extent. Try to use your powers to quell it the next time you feel…indulgent,” he said.
Hermione reached in her carry-all and retrieved a bra and panties and put them on. She pulled out a t-shirt and walked over to the wardrobe, and took out a dress. She studied it for a bit, turning it this way and that. She looked at the t-shirt and concentrated. It changed to an exact replica.
“I did it!” she shrieked, dancing about with the dress. “I used my powers, Professor!”
The Potions Master looked at her. “That is fine and well, Miss Granger, but we need you to be able to do more than transfigure t-shirts.”
“Maybe I can, but I need time to find out,” Hermione said.
“I don’t know how much time we have, Miss Granger. Albus is not going to stop trying to kill you. Actually, he is probably using every resource available to locate this stronghold. I would not be surprised if he started pulling suspected deatheaters out of bed in the middle of the night and torturing them for information. I believe the Final Battle has been accelerated because of you.”
“There won’t be a Final Battle if I can help it,” Hermione said, iron in her voice.
“Let’s hope you can help it, then.” Snape said as Hermione slipped on the dress. It was green and silver low cut and form fitting at the top and flared at the bottom. It fell over her hips nicely and swished fetchingly when she walked.
“Slytherin colors suit you Miss Granger,” Snape said, eyeing her.
Hermione didn’t respond as she transfigured her trainers to match her dress.
She spun in front of Snape.
“Do you think the Dark Lord will approve?” she asked him.
Snape ran his black eyes slowly over her, taking in every curve. He wished she had let him fuck her. She looked delicious.
“Yes. Most certainly. He is lusting after you, after all,” Snape said, enjoying Hermione’s shudder. “Don’t worry. You have about a week before he’ll start making his desire known.”
“So I have a week to reach full power,” Hermione said.
“A week to either reach full power or experience a new level of s-s-s-s-s-sexual pleas-s-s-sure,” Snape lisped, smirking darkly.
Hermione scowled at him and exited her rooms, headed for breakfast with the Dark Lord.
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A/N: Snape seems to have extricated himself from Hermione’s sexual chokehold on him. Note she didn’t say she would change her “daily regimen.” I think the threat of having to screw Voldemort (with his snake-like appendage) is an excellent motivation for Hermione amping up the power, don’t you? Please review.
A/A/N: I think Harry’s acting completely in character. When he gets desperate, or thinks someone he cares about is in danger, he always rushes into things without thinking. That’s what happened when he went to the Ministry to save Sirius, when he wasn’t there (Book 5)
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Chapter 38 ~ Snape Suggests a Change of Clothing
Snape stalked back to Hermione’s rooms. He didn’t knock but walked right in, and planned to continue doing it. He had saved her after all, the ungrateful little chit. Now he was playing messenger boy for the Dark Lord. He sighed. He’d walk in, give her the message and walk right out before she found another way to fuck with him.
He hadn’t realized that the Dark Lord’s realm had the effect of increasing carnal urges. But it made sense. Initially he participated half-heartedly in the Revels, but after a while he began to enjoy them, and after that, crave them. Now he was a no holds barred sexual animal. Is this what would happen to Miss Granger? He had no doubt. He already had a taste of it this morning. He didn’t want to admit to himself her taking charge had been very arousing, though he consciously attributed his massive hard-on to the thought of getting her back. Which he hadn’t. He growled low in his throat. She’d want him to fuck her sooner or later. Voldemort’s guest or not, he’d make sure she had trouble walking.
Snape walked into her bedroom. The bed was empty, and the shower running. Without hesitation he entered the bathroom and turned toward the shower. The enclosure was made of glass, and he could see her standing just outside the spray, washing her nude body, a great amount of lather on her washcloth. But the way she was washing herself, he was sure it was not her usual method. It was more as if she were stimulating herself, massaging her breasts slowly, lingering over the hardened nipples, running the cloth slowly over her belly…
He watched fascinated as she lathered her body sensually. And when she washed between her legs…nothing should have taken that long. It was obvious she had climaxed, her head thrown back and mouth open, her belly contracting. Then she stepped back under the spray, turning slowly. Then her amber eyes widened with surprise when she saw him, then slitted. For a moment he was tempted to enter the shower fully clothed. He had just relieved himself with the deatheater, but found he had another erection just watching her. It seemed that she was extremely susceptible to the magic of the Dark Lord’s domain. This wasn’t good. It could sidetrack her. He would have to tell her.
He watched as she stepped out of the shower. She didn’t have any shyness in front of him all at as she reached for the towel and began to dry herself.
“Is there a reason you are here besides ogling me taking a shower, Professor?” she asked him. “I know you’ve had your little ‘problem’ taken care of. Are you always such a caveman?” she asked him, her amber eyes glittering with mirth.
Snape frowned.
“The Dark Lord would like for you to join him for breakfast in an hour. I suggest you wear something you brought from Hogwarts.” he said evenly.
“Why? There are some beautiful dresses in my wardrobe that I’d love to wear,” she said.
“You wear those dresses, Miss Granger, and you’ll be taking them off in no time for the Dark Lord,” he replied. “They’re charmed to increase your sensuality…your libido. So are your nightgowns. Any articles of clothing provided for you are designed to make you increasingly randy, Miss Granger. Sooner or later you will end up fucking Voldemort,” he said.
Hermione looked at him in shock.
“And if you think I’m brutal,” Snape said silkily, “The Dark Lord has a cock that can wrap itself around you of its own volition. His appearance isn’t the only thing about him that’s snake-like.”
Hermione looked at Snape in horror. She knew he was telling the truth. When she slipped her nightgown on the night before, it had felt too good against her skin not to be charmed. But she had thought it was just a charm on the fabric, but it was more like the garment had been dipped in a lust potion that reacted against the skin. The longer she spent in the gown, the more randy she became. That was why she had made Snape…
She looked at him with raised eyebrows for a moment, and decided not to apologize. Even if it was the nightgown…his attentions had been damn good. And the sense of control, awesome.
“I guess I’d better take to transfiguring my own clothing,” Hermione said as she applied a drying spell to her hair. She was so preoccupied, she didn’t realize she had done it wandlessly. Snape did, however. But he didn’t say anything.
“Good idea,” Snape replied, relieved. “Maybe duplicate the clothing you were given. That way you will not offend the Dark Lord. There is also the additional problem that the whole place is infused with magic that increases carnal urges. The only thing you can do about that is to exercise control.”
Here, Snape’s black eyes glittered at her. “You’ll have to determine whether your desires are actual or inspired by the Dark Lord.”
“How will I be able to tell?” she asked him, wrapping the towel around him and walking past into the bedroom. He followed her.
“I don’t know. Maybe you should practice total abstinence,” he smirked.
“I’ve tried that, believe me,” she said, looking at him darkly. She couldn’t resist him when her need came on her.
“I haven’t fucked you in a few days. You must be able to control it to some extent. Try to use your powers to quell it the next time you feel…indulgent,” he said.
Hermione reached in her carry-all and retrieved a bra and panties and put them on. She pulled out a t-shirt and walked over to the wardrobe, and took out a dress. She studied it for a bit, turning it this way and that. She looked at the t-shirt and concentrated. It changed to an exact replica.
“I did it!” she shrieked, dancing about with the dress. “I used my powers, Professor!”
The Potions Master looked at her. “That is fine and well, Miss Granger, but we need you to be able to do more than transfigure t-shirts.”
“Maybe I can, but I need time to find out,” Hermione said.
“I don’t know how much time we have, Miss Granger. Albus is not going to stop trying to kill you. Actually, he is probably using every resource available to locate this stronghold. I would not be surprised if he started pulling suspected deatheaters out of bed in the middle of the night and torturing them for information. I believe the Final Battle has been accelerated because of you.”
“There won’t be a Final Battle if I can help it,” Hermione said, iron in her voice.
“Let’s hope you can help it, then.” Snape said as Hermione slipped on the dress. It was green and silver low cut and form fitting at the top and flared at the bottom. It fell over her hips nicely and swished fetchingly when she walked.
“Slytherin colors suit you Miss Granger,” Snape said, eyeing her.
Hermione didn’t respond as she transfigured her trainers to match her dress.
She spun in front of Snape.
“Do you think the Dark Lord will approve?” she asked him.
Snape ran his black eyes slowly over her, taking in every curve. He wished she had let him fuck her. She looked delicious.
“Yes. Most certainly. He is lusting after you, after all,” Snape said, enjoying Hermione’s shudder. “Don’t worry. You have about a week before he’ll start making his desire known.”
“So I have a week to reach full power,” Hermione said.
“A week to either reach full power or experience a new level of s-s-s-s-s-sexual pleas-s-s-sure,” Snape lisped, smirking darkly.
Hermione scowled at him and exited her rooms, headed for breakfast with the Dark Lord.
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A/N: Snape seems to have extricated himself from Hermione’s sexual chokehold on him. Note she didn’t say she would change her “daily regimen.” I think the threat of having to screw Voldemort (with his snake-like appendage) is an excellent motivation for Hermione amping up the power, don’t you? Please review.
A/A/N: I think Harry’s acting completely in character. When he gets desperate, or thinks someone he cares about is in danger, he always rushes into things without thinking. That’s what happened when he went to the Ministry to save Sirius, when he wasn’t there (Book 5)