Something Much Darker
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Adult ++
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9
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19,789
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30
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Chapter 4
As Hermione trembled from the aftershocks, Severus gently removed his finger from her body, but kept his hand inside her underwear. He very gently massaged her pussy, wringing every drop of pleasure she could have from her first shared orgasm. Perhaps it was conceit, but he didn’t want her first experience with Weasley to even compare with this. A thought went through his mind so quickly that he wasn’t consciously aware of it. Weasley doesn’t deserve her.
As the aftereffects of her climax slowly faded, rational thought returned—and Hermione was horrified. What have I done? She didn’t blame Severus in the least. She knew she had begged him to help. She had even literally thrown herself at him. Severus Snape, of all people! The old fear of him returned. He had never wasted an opportunity to put her down. What had just happened must be the ultimate weapon to him. How he would gloat over it! She was overcome with shame at her actions. She pulled his hand out of her panties and squirmed away from him. Jumping from the bed, she pulled the ruined remains of her blouse together and ran for the door, only to find it locked.
“Let me go! Let me out!” she demanded.
Severus rose from the bed and started towards her. “Don’t come near me! Don’t touch me!” she screamed. It was her humiliation at losing control that was talking. She wasn’t angry with him. Nor was she even close to being disgusted by what had happened. Hermione was merely afraid he would use the event to disgrace her. Even in her aphrodisiac-induced haze, she had enjoyed knowing it was Severus Snape touching her, and she dreaded the moment he would rip the joy he had given her to shreds.
Severus, of course, misunderstood.
“As much pleasure as it would give me to see the back of you, I’m afraid I cannot let you leave just yet,” he said. The harshness of his voice made her cringe.
“Why not? It’s over. I begged you for help and you did help me. I don’t want to go any further!”
The Potions Master sneered at her. “I truly hate to disappoint you, but it is not over. This is merely a brief respite from the drug’s effects. Can’t you feel it beginning all over again?”
Hermione’s eyes widened. Oh no, he’s right! Now she could feel her body becoming warm again, could feel the tingle in her breasts and clit, just as she did after drinking her butterbeer in the Great Hall…then Draco had followed her as she left…If Draco wasn’t nearly as much of an innocent as she was, he would have recognized what was happening to her was what he had intended to happen and taken her virginity.
“Of course”, Severus continued, “if you wish to leave and seek out someone more to your liking, you are free to do so. I’m sure it wouldn’t take long for some young man to,” his lip curled, “smell your heat.” Hermione felt as if he had slapped her. But what could she do? He was right. The drug was taking effect again, and now that she knew what she needed to stop the torment, she would likely throw herself at the first male she saw. At least if she stayed here…if Snape would only promise…
“I’d like to stay with you, Severus” she said meekly. “But, I’m a virgin.” His head tilted in his familiar gesture of sarcastic surprise.
“Oh really? As if I didn’t know what that barrier across your cunt was. Quite a surprise to find it intact, I assure you,” he said.
Hermione flushed at his cutting tone and insulting words, but went on with determination. “I realize I need your help, but I want to remain a virgin until my wedding night. Do you understand?”
Though he had never intended to deflower her, Severus wanted to repay her for what he saw as her disgust with him. “Your virginity is safe, Hermione. I’m not interested. The last thing I want is blood on my sheets.”
The drug’s effects were again taking hold, and Severus could see the renewed gleam of desire in her soft brown eyes. “Come,” he said to her in a much gentler tone. The word caused a shiver to go through her, which his sharp eyes didn’t miss. He held out his hand. “Come,” he said again.
Hermione went.
As the aftereffects of her climax slowly faded, rational thought returned—and Hermione was horrified. What have I done? She didn’t blame Severus in the least. She knew she had begged him to help. She had even literally thrown herself at him. Severus Snape, of all people! The old fear of him returned. He had never wasted an opportunity to put her down. What had just happened must be the ultimate weapon to him. How he would gloat over it! She was overcome with shame at her actions. She pulled his hand out of her panties and squirmed away from him. Jumping from the bed, she pulled the ruined remains of her blouse together and ran for the door, only to find it locked.
“Let me go! Let me out!” she demanded.
Severus rose from the bed and started towards her. “Don’t come near me! Don’t touch me!” she screamed. It was her humiliation at losing control that was talking. She wasn’t angry with him. Nor was she even close to being disgusted by what had happened. Hermione was merely afraid he would use the event to disgrace her. Even in her aphrodisiac-induced haze, she had enjoyed knowing it was Severus Snape touching her, and she dreaded the moment he would rip the joy he had given her to shreds.
Severus, of course, misunderstood.
“As much pleasure as it would give me to see the back of you, I’m afraid I cannot let you leave just yet,” he said. The harshness of his voice made her cringe.
“Why not? It’s over. I begged you for help and you did help me. I don’t want to go any further!”
The Potions Master sneered at her. “I truly hate to disappoint you, but it is not over. This is merely a brief respite from the drug’s effects. Can’t you feel it beginning all over again?”
Hermione’s eyes widened. Oh no, he’s right! Now she could feel her body becoming warm again, could feel the tingle in her breasts and clit, just as she did after drinking her butterbeer in the Great Hall…then Draco had followed her as she left…If Draco wasn’t nearly as much of an innocent as she was, he would have recognized what was happening to her was what he had intended to happen and taken her virginity.
“Of course”, Severus continued, “if you wish to leave and seek out someone more to your liking, you are free to do so. I’m sure it wouldn’t take long for some young man to,” his lip curled, “smell your heat.” Hermione felt as if he had slapped her. But what could she do? He was right. The drug was taking effect again, and now that she knew what she needed to stop the torment, she would likely throw herself at the first male she saw. At least if she stayed here…if Snape would only promise…
“I’d like to stay with you, Severus” she said meekly. “But, I’m a virgin.” His head tilted in his familiar gesture of sarcastic surprise.
“Oh really? As if I didn’t know what that barrier across your cunt was. Quite a surprise to find it intact, I assure you,” he said.
Hermione flushed at his cutting tone and insulting words, but went on with determination. “I realize I need your help, but I want to remain a virgin until my wedding night. Do you understand?”
Though he had never intended to deflower her, Severus wanted to repay her for what he saw as her disgust with him. “Your virginity is safe, Hermione. I’m not interested. The last thing I want is blood on my sheets.”
The drug’s effects were again taking hold, and Severus could see the renewed gleam of desire in her soft brown eyes. “Come,” he said to her in a much gentler tone. The word caused a shiver to go through her, which his sharp eyes didn’t miss. He held out his hand. “Come,” he said again.
Hermione went.