Just a Naughty Little Ficlet (No Update, edit)

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Chapter 4 ~ Riding the Snape Express

Hermione looked up at her former Potions Master as he straddled her, playing with her breasts, the look on his pale face hungry as his dark eyes shifted to meet hers. He grasped both her full mounds and squeezed, his eyes never leaving her face as she gasped.

“I’ve spent seven years educating you in the classroom, Miss Granger,” he breathed down at her, “Seven years giving you my knowledge and watched you absorb it, devour it. You were my best pupil, insufferable as you were. I had lesson plans and syllabuses, books and notes I was restricted to…I couldn’t teach you at the level you deserved to be taught. Given the freedom I would have given you much more knowledge in Potions. At times it frustrated me, because I finally had a student that was capable of greatness, but was unable to give you the depth and breadth of what I know…because of restrictions.”

He caressed her breasts again, Hermione moaning as she looked up at him. His eyes turned dark.

“Then, in your seventh year, I caught you with Mr. Weasley. Weasley. That…that…clown,” the wizard said, his nostrils flaring. “You were far out of his league, but still you accepted him, knowing he was less than you deserved or wanted, Miss Granger. I couldn’t believe it was him behind you, pumping into you. Your supposed ‘friend.’ I was more than disappointed. I was angry, angry you gave yourself to someone unworthy of you…led by your hormones like some bitch in heat. But a wet pussy has no logic, does it, Miss Granger? If it did, you wouldn’t be here with me.”

The wizard leaned forward, resting his pale hands on either side of her head and slowly sliding his knees down the bed, lowering himself to her body, trapping his cock between them. He searched her face.

“I bet Mr. Weasley convinced you to fuck him by telling you he always thought you were special, and that he wanted to be closer to you…I bet Miss Granger…he even told you he loved you,” the Potions Master said with a sneer.

“Yes,” Hermione said softly, “He did.”

Severus made a disparaging sound and looked at her with disgust.

“You do know you weren’t the only witch I caught Mr. Weasley with, don’t you? The wizard was laying wand to several other witches whose combined brain power couldn’t light a candle. Did you know that, Miss Granger?” he asked her silkily, suspecting she didn’t.

Hermione’s eyes began to glisten. She hadn’t known.

”He took them to the same places he took you. You were nothing special to him. Just more pussy. He was probably quite proud of himself too…pulling the robes over your eyes. I assume Mr. Potter didn’t know he was fucking you. I assume Mr. Weasley told you the wizard wouldn’t take it well,” the wizard purred at her.

Hermione didn’t answer. Ron had said it would be best to keep it between them, and not let Harry know.

“That was because Mr. Potter would have told you about his other ‘escapades.’ You were never more than a cockhole to Mr. Weasley, Miss Granger. He used you,” the wizard whispered. “You gave him your virginity, and it didn’t matter a bit. He never loved you.”

Now tears began to fall from the witch’s eyes. Severus flicked his tongue and caught them.

“Are you heartbroken? Angry? Do you have murder in your heart? Or will you just snivel and cry witch?” the Potions Master whispered as he looked into her pain-filled face.

“You’re so cruel,” she whispered, blinking up at him.

“Yes I am cruel. But I am honest. I want to fuck you and it has nothing to do with love, Miss Granger. I will be your first honest fuck. I tell you this because I want you to realize it. Mr. Weasley was nothing. Nothing but a hormonal seventh year collecting all the pussy he could out of Hogwarts before he graduated. Then he abandoned you and moved on. Didn’t he?”

Hermione didn’t answer again, but Ron had ended it, saying he had too much to do and couldn’t maintain a relationship with her, but…it had been great. She hadn’t seen him in months.

“Still, you were unfaithful in your own way, witch. Fucking him and fantasizing about me…if Mr. Weasley had loved you, it would have been a one-sided love. He was simply convenient. You may not have been fucking half of Hogwarts, but you might as well have been as little as you were invested in the wizard. He was nothing but a comfortable stud service for you. He might have well been one big cock for all you cared about him. You just wanted to be fucked,” the wizard hissed.

“No…no, I wanted more than that,” the witch protested weakly.

“You just wanted to be fucked,” the Potions Master reiterated. “You wanted to be fucked…just as you do now.”

“No…” Hermione said, closing her eyes against the wizard.

The Potions Master’s face contorted.

“Enough foreplay,” he hissed, “It’s time to take the pussy you want to give to me so badly. Spread your legs, witch. Cock them wide. I want your pussy to say ‘ah’ for the Potions Master.”

Severus pushed himself up on his knees between Hermione’s legs as the witch spread them for him. He looked down at her little pink twat, stroking the monster he was going to impale her with.

“Wider!” he hissed at Hermione. She did her best to accommodate him, feeling wide open and vulnerable to the wizard, whose black eyes glinted down focused intensely on her core.

“Such a pretty, petite little pink hole,” he breathed, falling forward on one hand and grasping his cock with the other, first positioning it against Hermione’s core, then plunging the head of it inside the witch unceremoniously.

“Oh shit! Shit!” Hermione gasped as his girth parted her. His huge cock was hot and hard as iron.

“Language, Miss Granger,” the wizard said lasciviously as he released his cock and placed his hand on the other side of her head. Now positioned above her, the Potions Master slammed his length into her hard, his loins slapping loudly between her thighs, making the witch cry out from his size and power.

Hermione’s mouth fell open and stayed open.

“That’s what you wanted, isn’t it?” he groaned down at her as her pussy bathed his organ in heat and softness. “Such a snug fit. Mmmm. No need to pretend it’s me now, Miss Granger. It is me. All me.”

He pulled back, hesitated, then drove into her hard again, Hermione shrieking, her eyes rolling up. Gods, he ached, but felt incredible just as he said he would. He stared down at the witch.

“No books…no syllabus…no…notes!” the wizard hissed, ramming his cock into the witch at each utterance. “Tonight’s lesson is hands or in this case cock on, Miss Granger.“ Severus began to fuck the witch hard and fast, driving deep into her core, hissing and grunting loudly with pleasure as he tore into his former student.


Hermione was lost beneath his pummeling, someplace between heaven and hell as the wizard fucked her brutally, his cock squelching from her juices as he plunged into her over and over again.

“Mmmm. Juicy, juicy,” Severus said to her, his eyes half-lidded with pleasure as he watched his glistening tool punish the witch’s pussy.

Suddenly he slammed into Hermione and started whirling his pelvis in large circles, twisting his cock inside her, the witch groaning and crying out as he started alternating between strong strokes and wide whirls, scouring every inch of the witch, his pale body flexing over her, his dark eyes hungry and full of lust.

“Look at you…loving it. You’re loving this, aren’t you Miss Granger? Hmmm. Yes you are. Yes…you…are! Here…more for you…more witch,” he groaned down at her, adding even more power and starting to drive her up the bed.

“Oh my gods!” Hermione screamed.

“Gods. Demons. Angels. I don’t give a fuck what deities you call on…just keep your legs cocked witch,” the wizard seethed, straining into Hermione for all he was worth.

Suddenly Hermione stiffened, shrieked at the top of her lungs and came, shuddering as if in a seizure.

“And the floodgates open,” Severus declared, grunting as her heat washed over him and her pussy clenched around his cock tightly. “Ah, yes…nice and tight. Excellent pussy, Miss Granger…if I were to mark you for it, you’d have an Outstanding.”

Hermione didn’t hear him. She was lost in ecstasy. Ron had never ever pulled anything from her like this. It felt like everything inside her, organs, bones, everything just gushed out of her, and still the wizard fucked her. He was like a muggle machine, jackhammering the witch’s body unmercifully.

Hermione’s body bounced helplessly under his stroke, the wizard biting his lower lip in pleasure as he buried himself in the petite witch up to his balls. Now this was fucking. His loins were soaking wet with Hermione’s release and the scent of sex heavy in the air.

Suddenly he stopped, pulling out of the witch, who lay before him whimpering, her eyes half-closed and seeming sightless. Hermione felt boneless…as if there were no strength left in her body. Severus sneered down at her.

“Don’t you go limp yet, witch. Time to bitch fuck you. Turn over,” he hissed, grabbing the witch roughly and positioning her on her hands and knees, then forcing her head down to the mattress. He held her there as he positioned himself behind her.

“Head down, ass up!” he said, slamming into her from behind, his cock plowing through her softness with a vengeance.

“Oh shit!” Hermione screamed as he slammed against her cervix, making the witch cramp.

“Oh, that hurt…didn’t it? I wish I could tell you I’m sorry…but I’m not,” he breathed, drawing back and ramming into the same place, the witch’s back buckling as she cried
out. He started fucking her in earnest, setting a fast, hard, deep rhythm, spearing her pussy over and over, the friction of his cock causing a deep burn inside the witch. Hermione felt as if her pussy were going to burst into flames as she orgasmed again, screaming “Professor!!”

“Yesssss,” Severus hissed, grasping her by the waist and drawing her clenching body over his cock hungrily. Hermione was delicious. Every bit as good as he thought she would be. And she liked it rough. Good thing she did because that was the only way he fucked.

Hermione hadn’t known she liked it rough, but she wanted the wizard to dominate her. Nothing was left to her…she didn’t have to be in charge or on top. All she had to do was let him fuck her until it felt like her head would pop off. All she had to do was let Severus Snape take the reins and go for the ride. She had never felt more desired, even though she knew the wizard didn’t care for her…but he wanted her. There was no way he could fuck her like this if he didn’t have a deep lust for her. Lust wasn’t love…but shit. Who cared when ten inches of one of the most delicious dark wizards in the wizarding world was laying wand to you?

The wizard fell to the side with the witch, grasping her by both breasts and driving upward into her, grunting with every hard thrust, massaging her full globes roughly as he worked toward his own release.

“Clench down on me…tighten up!” he hissed at her, slapping her ass over and over. Hermione tensed up and he groaned.

“You still take instructions well, witch,” Severus breathed, speeding up as he felt his balls tightening, his hold on her breasts becoming painful as his entire body tensed for release. Hermione cried out from the pain, but he hung on, oblivious to her cries as he pummeled her pussy with all the strength that remained in him, feeling the witch gush over his cock just before he blew.

“Gaaaaaaaaah!” he shouted, slamming into Hermione and letting go, his eyes rolling up in his head, the tendons in his neck visible as he came, grunting with pleasure at each hot jet of jism shooting into the witch’s quaking body.

“Yes. Yes. Yes,” he breathed over and over until his supply was depleted. He lay there, his hands still hanging on to the witch’s bruised breasts, breathing heavily as she shuddered against him. He moved his head so it rest against hers.

“That was quite delicious, Miss Granger. I imagine I’ve wore your little love hole out,” he breathed against her ear.

Sated and aching, Hermione shifted slightly. She burned between her legs, but it was an awesomely satisfying burn. She had been fucked and fucked good.

“Yes. I hurt,” she replied, her voice weak with tiredness.

“Then I’ve made a good showing,” the wizard said, pulling her hair back from her neck and kissing it. This gentle act surprised Hermione.

“Do you want to leave, or do you want to sleep?” the wizard asked her gruffly. He wanted to see if she were the kind of witch to fuck and run, ashamed of how she came to him and how he received her.

“I want to sleep, but I don’t think I can,” she said softly. Severus could hear the exhaustion in her voice. He pulled out of her wetly then rolled her to her stomach, pushed her legs apart and examined the damage, his long fingers gentle as he did so. Yes, she was swollen. He had ridden her hard.

Hermione lay there, her eyes closed, feeling his fingers between her thighs. She was too exhausted and battered to move. She felt the wizard leave the bed and heard him walk across the room. Then the mattress sunk as he sat on the end of the bed.

“Miss Granger, drink this,” he said, pulling her up and resting her against him. Dazed, Hermione simply opened her mouth and drank down whatever he was giving her. Normally she would check it…but if he wanted to kill her, he could have fucked her to death. Immediately the pain she felt subsided. Severus laid her back down and climbed over her, stretching out alongside her, his black eyes looking at her consideringly.

“Thank you,” she breathed tiredly.

”No need to thank me, Miss Granger. That pain potion costs fifteen galleons a vial. I intend to recoup my costs from you before you leave,” he said evenly, smoothing his hand over her ass meaningfully.

“You probably brewed it yourself,” the witch murmured sleepily, on her way out.

“That being true, it still has a cost and I expect to be compensated,” he snarked.

But Hermione didn’t hear him. She was sound asleep.

The wizard’s dark eyes washed over her body. He had indeed left hand-shaped bruises on her waist. Well he had some healing potion. He’d fix that…and the marks he left on her breasts before she left.

She was in pretty bad shape when he finished with her, but damn…he had waited so long to fuck the brilliant little witch. Plus he was angry at her for being such a fool for Ronald Weasley. She was too bright to have been fooled like that. But then again, she was young and inexperienced.

Still she had been very, very good. And was clean and not promiscuous.

He knew he had given Hermione something she never had before, and most likely she wouldn’t be able to find a lover like him easily. Now that she knew what he was like, Severus wondered if she would seek him out again.

If she did, he would oblige her every time as long as she didn’t fuck anyone else. He’d let her know that before she left. Then it was up to her.

The wizard’s eyes fluttered. He decided he’d better get some rest if he were going to engage the witch. His eyes fell on the far wall. There was a nice clear area there.

Next time he fucked her, he’d be more “upright.”

THE END

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A/N: :::shaking head::: woo. Bad Snape. Baaaaaad. But damn. What a way to catch up on some sleep, Hermione. :). Lol on his wanting payment for the pain potion. What a character. Anyway, thank you for reading and please leave a last review.