Professor Snape Bangs Again

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Chapter 4 ~ The Professor Makes an Offer

Severus watched Hermione enter his study. Her steps were hesitant. The wizard understood her reticence, especially since the last time she was here he had fucked her raw. Still, it took courage to enter his lair again. He looked at the witch with hooded eyes.

Initially, he had intended on seducing her again with the intention of really whipping her this time, in retaliation for all the hell she had raised in his class, and how she had undermined his authority. But after listening to how desperate the witch was to fix her grades, another more dastardly idea came to mind. He motioned to her.

"Come sit by the fire," he said, sipping his firewhiskey.

Hermione walked over to the armchairs, and with a furtive look at the Potions Master took a seat. The same seat she had been in when he made having sex with him sound so reasonable on New Years Eve night. Severus sat in the other armchair and stared into the fire for several moments. Hermione watched him carefully.

"Miss Granger, you have been my student for almost seven years. That is more than a third of your life, am I correct?" Severus asked Hermione without looking at her.

"Yes sir," Hermione responded.

"And in that time I am sure you have noticed things about me and my teaching methods that could be considered distinctly unfair, such as my favoritism toward Slytherin students and my love of deducting points from our main rival, Gryffindor house," he said, now turning his head toward her.

Hermione hesitated to answer this. She was trying to get on his good side after all. He looked at her.

"Well, I am nepotistic, Miss Granger. I use my position of authority to show favor to and advance people I prefer and to wreak havoc on those I do not. I have no problem giving a student a leg up if they are in my good graces. Would you like to be in my good graces, Miss Granger?" he asked her, taking a sip of his firewhiskey.

"Yes sir," Hermione said, "if it meant I could get my grades up."

"So you would like to be in my good graces as long as it was of some benefit to you, otherwise you wouldn't give a damn whether you were or not, Miss Granger?" he asked her evenly.

"I never was in the position where I needed to be in your good graces until now, Professor, so I guess that is an adequate description," the witch replied carefully.

Severus studied her for a moment.

"If anything good could be gleaned from your dismal behavior these past three weeks, it is that you have inadvertently helped me knock Gryffindor from the top spot in the House Cup. They are now in last place. I couldn't be more pleased, so I thank you for that Miss Granger. I didn't have to manipulate the point losses this time," he said silkily. "You've topped the record for the most points lost in the least amount of time by a single student. The Weasley twins combined efforts held that record up until now. Your selfishness benefited my house greatly. It was as if I had a mole in Gryffindor."

Hermione hung her head at this. She really hadn't thought about her housemates at all in the past three weeks. It was amazing anyone in Gryffindor was supportive of her at all. She certainly hadn't shown any house spirit.

The Potions Master looked at her and smiled to himself. Guilt softened people up so well. Getting Miss Granger down on herself would help him bring about the ideal situation to put her within his reach again.

"Now, now, Miss Granger, don't feel bad that you have selfish tendencies. We all do. In fact, in Slytherin, we embrace ours and see them as a plus to our characters, and not a minus. It all depends on your outlook. However, you being a Gryffindor, I imagine you feel awful about how you've sabotaged your house's chances to win the Cup," he purred.

"Yes, I do," Hermione said rather sadly. The way Professor Snape put it, she had been incredibly selfish, and she did feel awful.

Severus finished his firewhiskey, set the glass down and folded his hands together, tapping his forefingers together thoughtfully.

"Miss Granger, I would say that you have put yourself in a terrible position. The only bright spot in your situation is you have a Slytherin for a Potions Professor, a Slytherin who has no qualms about showing favoritism. Now, your suggestions as to bringing up your attitude marks are good ones, but how much they help you relies on me…the amount of points I will give you for your work. As you know, I never give you full marks. I have my reasons for this, Miss Granger…and they are not as diabolical as you think, though I will not share them with you. If you try to up your grades in the usual manner, you will not earn enough marks to get your scholarship, because I will not change my grading system for you," he said.

Hermione looked at the Professor wide-eyed. He wasn't going to help her.

"However, I do have a proposition for you that will not only get your marks up, but insure you receive extra house points to redeem yourself in your housemates eyes. In other words, I will show you the same overt nepotism that I show my own Slytherins, and your marks would be assured. But it would be your choice, and it is rather selfish and manipulative on my part, but then again, as I said, I am a Slytherin and have my own agendas to meet," the Professor said smoothly.

"What is the proposition, Professor?" Hermione asked.

He looked at her.

"First I need to secure a wizard's oath from you that you will not repeat my offer to anyone. That you will keep it to yourself and yourself alone," he said silkily.

The wizard wasn't taking any chances that his impropriety would be found out.

Hermione didn't like this. She would be giving up something that she might be able to use against the snarky bastard. But what choice did she have?

"Alright, Professor. I solemnly swear not to reveal anything that you say to me from here on out," she said.

"No, I want you to swear not to reveal any parts of this meeting at all," he countered.

Hermione sighed.

"I solemnly swear not to reveal any parts of this meeting," she amended, feeling magic swirl about her as the oath took effect.

Severus nodded. This was working out well. He looked at the witch. It was now or never.

"My proposition is this, Miss Granger…that you consent to spend one weekend in my domicile meeting my sexual needs. In exchange I will pass you with high marks and restore house points to you. In other words, I will extend my favoritism to include you," he said, his dark eyes glinting at the witch. "Otherwise, you can do the extra credit and hope that I am generous enough to give you the marks you deserve. But I've already told you, I will not. That is not my mode of operation with you."

Hermione stared at him for a moment. He wanted to fuck her for an entire weekend? Dear gods. How would she survive such a thing?

"Professor, last time I was with you, you hurt me terribly. Why would I put myself through that again?" she asked him.

Severus cocked his head at her.

"For the sake of your dreams, Miss Granger. I have the power to help make them come true or dash them down," he replied. "Currently I am in "dashing down" mode. One weekend at my home will change that," he said.

Hermione remembered his lesson about how a wizard who wanted to fuck her would say anything. She looked at him sharply.

"Before I give you an answer, Professor Snape, I want a wizarding oath from you that if I comply with your request, you will indeed give me the passing grade I need to get my scholarship, and that you will restore all the house points you've taken from me in the past three weeks," she responded.

The Professor smirked. The witch was learning.

"Very well," he conceded, taking the oath.

Both wizard and witch sat looking at each other in silence for several minutes. Then Hermione said, "Professor, why me? You said all pussy is alike. Surely you can find another witch to suit your needs."

His eyes dropped to her thighs again.

"As I told you Miss Granger, there are varying degrees of tightness. I only fucked you once, and you haven't taken any other lovers, so you still retain your virgin tightness as well as your cleanliness. I enjoyed that very much, and simply wish to indulge myself again until I am fully sated. While I can find witches to fuck easily, they don't meet your current standards," he said evenly.

Hermione cocked an eyebrow at him.

"So you are saying, Professor, there actually is a difference in pussy," she responded.

"What I am saying, Miss Granger is I will take a perverse pleasure in having you under my thumb for a weekend because I'll know I've broken the goody-two-shoes Gryffindor values they've instilled in you all these years, and will have taught you to look out for yourself. You will be Slytherinized, my dear. Which you sorely need to be if you are to succeed in life. Sometimes you have to give away something dear in order to get what you want," he replied. "Usually, it is a fair exchange."

Hermione continued to look at the wizard skeptically.

"And yes, I suppose there is some slight difference in pussy," he conceded. "I currently have a decided preference for yours. But it is still up to you whether or not to take me up on my offer."

Hermione looked at him for a moment, then sighed.

"Will you give me time to think about this?" she asked.

Severus studied Hermione. He imagined she did need time to absorb his offer. But the witch was a logical young woman. A weekend with him to secure her future would be the smarter route, if not the most appealing one. She would agree.

"Tonight is Monday night. I will need an answer by Thursday night. If it is in the affirmative, we will depart Friday night and return Monday morning," he said to her, standing up and walking over to his liquor cabinet.

He poured himself another drink, then turned to look at her.

Hermione looked at the wizard. The Professor looked so different dressed this way, his clothes fitting his lean, muscular body, his hair drawn back from his face. No matter how appealing he looked, he was still a nasty bastard. The witch's eyes dropped to his loins as she remembered how big he was, and how insatiable.

As if reading her mind, the Potions Master said, "I have ample stores at my home to keep you comfortable, Miss Granger. You will return to Hogwarts no worse for wear, your future assured."

Hermione rose.

"I'll think about it, Professor," she said, moving toward the study wall, "Will you let me out please? I have just enough time to make it back to my house before curfew if I hurry."

Severus looked at the witch, and his cock throbbed. But if she agreed to his offer he would have her soon enough. He'd let her go tonight. The Potions Master reached in his shirt pocket, pulled out a folded piece of parchment, walked over to the witch and handed the parchment to her. Hermione realized just how big the wizard was as he towered over her.

"For your Head of House in case you arrive after curfew," the Professor said silkily as he pulled the torch which opened his study wall. It slid aside and Hermione walked through it, followed by the Potions Master.

Severus walked over to the office door and opened it for her. He sniffed her hair as she walked by. It still smelled of jasmine.

"I expect your answer by Thursday night, Miss Granger," he purred after her.

"I heard you the first time, Professor," Hermione responded a bit snarkily.

So she was angry about it. Good. It would make the weekend even sweeter in Severus' estimation.

"Just making sure, Miss Granger," he responded. "Good night."

He closed the door, leaving the witch standing in the corridor. It reminded her of New Years Eve.

Hermione sighed and started walking up the dungeons corridor. Professor Snape had no redeeming qualities at all, but he had her where he wanted her. He was sure to give her low marks if she didn't agree to spend the weekend with him, then she would be stuck at a lesser college, pursuing a field she really didn't want to pursue.

Damn it. She never should have fucked him.

What was she going to do?

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A/N: Wow, what an offer. "Sleep with me for a weekend and you can go to the college of your choice. Don't, and take your chances that I'll pass you." Ooh, he is sooo manipulative. At least Hermione got an oath out of him to make good on his promise if she decides to do this and made him admit all trim isn't the same. Lol. Well, please review.