The Big Experiment

Too Simple For A Know-It-All.

Disclaimer: I own nothing that relates to Harry Potter.

Summary: One shot! Hermione screws up the easiest potion to make. Snape is startled by
that and offers her a second chance after class. SS/HG.

“I do not have your tests back as I said I would. However, that doesn’t mean I haven’t had a moment to read it through.”

Professor Snape stood behind his desk and glared through the classroom. He was still in a state of shock. ‘How could this be possible?’ kept echoing through his head.

“Mister Longbottom,” he began finally, “Since when do we add Ruslubur Daro in a simple healing potion?” he sneered and made the boy turn green in fear. “Don’t you ever think, boy!”

“No sir, probably not.” It was the unmistakable drawl of the tall blonde boy in front of the class. “If it isn’t a cauldron he blows up, it’s a potion he screws up!” Draco turned to look at the sick looking boy and grinned evilly. All other Slytherins started laughing and stuck their tongues out to the Gryffindors.

“Yes, thank you for pointing that out, Mister Malfoy, but your potion wasn’t brilliant either.” The sly grin on Malfoy’s face turned to a grey grimace. “Now, if you don’t mind, you have a lot of work to do today. Instructions are on the board.” And with a flick of his wand it appeared on it. “Begin.”

“Bloody hell!” moaned Ron quietly. “Look at the list of ingredients. Four small slices of dragon nails, crumbled roots of the Hibbus Lorasto… as if we can ever buy that in Diagon Alley!”

“Oh, don’t nag, Ron. Just brew the damn potion and write your essay about the common and uncommon uses of the roots of the Hibbus Lorasto.” Hermione wasn’t in the mood to argue with Ron or hear his complaints. She had other things on her mind right now, her own major problem.

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At the end of Potions Hermione looked satisfied at the result of her today’s potion. Her antidote for internal bleedings looked bright magenta red, as hoped. Snape had stopped at her table and looked almost pleasant at the contents of her cauldron.

“Excellent!” he drooled icily and turned to Neville’s cauldron. “Not so excellent.” Was all he said and with a sway of his wand Neville’s cauldron was empty and cleaned up. “That be be an ‘F’.” Snape ld pld pleased with that and went to see the Slytherin potions.

Every Slytherin student was in heaven after Snape had seen their concoctions and had awarded thirty points to them. He walked back to the front of the classroom and stood still. Automatically everyone stopped doing with what they were doing.

“I want from everyone of you, except from Longbottom, a test-tube with your brewed potion and hand it over to me. You’ll receive it back with your test-result from the former potion, tomorrow.” He gave a quick nod and then turned to Hermione. “Miss Granger, a word with you after-“

“RRRRRRRRRRRINGGGGGGG…” Snape rolled his eyes.

“Class.” He ended and sat down behind his wooden desk.

“Yes, sir.” She said and turned to Ron and Harry. “I’ll catch up with you later at dinner.” The boys nodded and handed the test-tubes over. They fled the room as quick as they could, leaving Hermione alone with Snape.

Hermione stared blankly in front of her for a few minutes when Snape finally began. She was used to being ignored by him as she had to stay behind for one of her Head Girl assignments.

“Miss Granger…” he began, still far away with his mind. He shook himself to earth again and looked at her. “Miss Granger, what’s wrong with you?” he asked simply.

“Excuse me?” she frowned and glared at him. “What is wrong with me? I didn’t do anything wrong, sir.”

“You did nothing wrong? Do you have any idea, Miss Granger, why I hadn’t had your results back today? Any idea at all?” he didn’t sound sarcastic or even icy, more like concern was in his voice. Hermione swallowed.

“I-I…” For the first time, no the second time in her Hogwarts career she was speechless.

“You totally screwed up your last potion! Not to mention, the easiest potion there is to brew, Miss Granger. And now you will tell me exactly why you screwed up!” his teacher sneer was back again and he didn’t looked pleased. Hermione swallowed again.

“It’s something…uhm… personal, sir.” She stammered and didn’t dare looking at him.

“Did you know, Miss Granger, that you are the worst layer in the world?” he snapped and stood suddenly. He rounded her and grabbed her shoulders. “Don’t. You. Ever. Lie. To. Me. Again!” At this Hermione lost her temper and fought her way out of his arms.

“I DON’T KNOW, ALRIGHT!” she shouted and felt tears stinging in the corners of her eyes. She calmed herself down by breathing in and out deeply and sighed. “I don’t know why I screwed up. It… it just happened. I’m only human.” She ended and finally looked at him again. Snape was taken aback by this sudden rush of anger.

“By far the most intelligent human being I’ve ever taught, Miss Granger. It’s so not like you the mess up.” He said and gave her a nod of reassuring that he was sure about his statement. Hermione tried to relax but failed and shrugged. “I just gave the biggest compliment of the world and you can only shudder your shoulders at that? Miss Granger…”

“I’m just a silly know-it-all bookworm, professor. How did you expect me to react, you never give Gryffindors any compliments, anyway.” It was out before she knew. “Look, I appreciate your compliment, I do, but I screwed up the potion. I can’t turn it back.”

“You can.” He said and stood behind her again. “I’m willing to give you a second chance, but only if you promise me thais sis stays between us. No-one can ever find out. It would mean our death, mostly mine.” Hermione knew he was referring to Voldemort. She nodded.

“Why? Why do you want to give me a second chance, professor?” There was a long silence which was broken by Snape’s voice.

“I… I can’t tell you right now. You wouldn’t understand it anyway.” He looked down to his shoes. ‘Snape without words? Wow.’ She thought and smiled. “What’s so funny?” he asked coldly.

“Nothing, I’m just not used to having any kind of conversation with the Head of Slytherin.” She finally said and grabbed her schoolbag.

“You don’t have classes this afternoon, do you?” he quickly said as he saw her grabbing her bag.

“No.”

“I would like you to do the potion now, I mean… if you have nothing else to do.” He found it hard to act nasty as he would have done to Neville, Potter or Weasley. He actually wanted her to stay and do the potion now. He could sit to to her and watch her brewing it carefully and help her if it went wrong. He would discover where and why it went wrong. Hermione looked up and slightly blushed.

“If you don’t mind, I won’t mind either.” She answered. “I didn’t had any plans this afternoon. Harry and Ron won’t be back for at least three hours.”

“Good. Follow me!” he said and led her to his private laboratory. It was a rather small room with one window. When Hermione took a closer look at it she saw it was a charmed window. Snape saw her investigate it.

“I don’t have any windows down here. In case you wondered, Miss Granger.” He pointed out and walked over to the supply closet. “If you don’t mind, you have a potion to brew.” Hermione was glaring at him. “You do.” He said and opened the closet. “Here you’ll find the things you need. Begin.”

‘Great.’ Thought Hermione when she walked to the closet and retrieved all the things she needed from it.

“You do know your way in it, I see. When was the last time you stole from me?” It was meant a joke but Hermione thought he did know about stolen ingredients. Then saw saw him sort of grinning and knew he was joking.

“Uhm, about two months ago.” She said with a uncomfortable smile. It was the truth, two months ago she stole boomslang skin from his cupboard. He always presumed it were Slytherins who stole from him, poor soul.

She started her potion. First she sliced the leaves of an oak tree, then she crushed the tails of the dried snails. She spread it in one of Snape’s private cauldrons and started stirring. Snape watched her carefully, nothing went wrong so far.

“Ah.” He said as he saw her adding the Aconite before the Peretish Horn. “Now I know where you went wrong. Why did you do that, Miss Granger?” He looked at her puzzled. She was too smart to do that sort of thing. Hermione looked up with a flushed face.

“I don’t know. It should be too simple to screw up, but this is the second time I do it.” She answered and shook her head to herself.

“Do you think too much during brewing?” Snape asked and raised his left brow.

“Yes, that must be it. I think constantly about the next move. But why do I screw up because of that?” she really had no idea what caused her to mess up a simple potion like this. It was a common known that Neville screwed up everything, even Draco Malfoy had bad days lately, but, she herself? She didn’t say it as a huge relief. It once more confronted her with the fact that she was the biggest know-it-all of Hogwarts.

“Stupid of me not to see it sooner.” Snape said.

“Why is that, sir? Because you know I’m a the biggest know-it-all you know?” she said irritated and felt once again the tears in her eyes.

“That is not what I meant at all, Miss Granger! But you’re right about that, I personally would say it differently, but you are, yes.” Snape looked amused. Hermione on the other hand felt her blood boiling by now and was seriously thinking of hexing her professor.

“Are you quite finished with insulting me…SIR!” she yelled and was about to turn in her chair to leave when he grabbed her and captured her lips with his. She didn’t respond it but pushed him away. He didn’t let go of her and slid his tongue between her lips to taste her. With his hands he caressed her back and slid under her robe. In the kiss he tried to speak.

“I…mabe..th ..same…misbtake…I care…abob..you. ” he said and slid his tongue in her mouth when she tried to speak. Hermione finally gave in and slid her hand in his haShe She opened her mouth a bit further to give him complete access. Their tongues danced and played with each other. Snape pulled back out of breath and looked at her. The fire was noticeable in his eyes. She had never seen him like this before.

“What I tried to say was, I made the same mistake when I was brewing this potion. I thought too much.” He explained.

“And what did you tried to say after that?” Hermione said with a wicked smile on her face that made Snape hot and growiown own his waist.

“I said that I care about you, a lot. A while now, to be exact.” he looked down again and looked up when he felt Hermione’s hand under his chin to let him look at her. “I’m sorry. Not very professional and very Snape-ish is it?” he said and smiled.

“You can smile?” she teased and caressed his inner thigh which made him gasp for air.

“On occasion, yes.” He said and shoved his chair closer to hers. “I suggest we finish this potion, together. We start over again and slice and crush the ingrnts nts together.”

“That sounds good to me. Will you sit behind me?” Hermione still wasn’t sure what had just happened but it felt so damn good. It wasn’t right of course and they both knew. “I don’t want this to be my second chance for the perfect grade; I’ll do it again tonight.”

“Screw the potion!” Snape said and now sat behind her in her chair.

“Again? I already screwed up twice now.”

She began slicing the oak tree leave and Snape began shopping the Peretish Horn. Suddenly Hermione thought about something he’d said earlier.

“So, you also think I’m a know-it-all of the worst kind?”

“Yes I do, but I was one too so I can say it without being killed.” Hermione laughed and gave him a quick kiss. His lips were so soft and warm. When he was like this she couldn’t imagine anyone hating him. Of course she knew how he was in class and after this day he would be his own self.

They completed the potion and had to wait forty minutes to see if it really worked. The cauldron was sat above a small fire next to the table. With a flick of his wand the table was cleaned up and ready for other business. And that was exactly what he had in mind.

He pulled Hermione in his arms and let her rest against his chest. He kissed her neck and let his hands lower themselves to the buttons of her robe. Very slowly he unbuttoned them and slid the robe from Hermione’s shoulders. His other hand slipped under her skirt and made slow circlinves ves up. Hermione pressed her back harder against his chest as her breathing fastened. She moaned softly as his hand slipped under the crotch of her panties.

“I can conclude you don’t mind me doing this?” he said as he felt her juices spilling over his hand. Hermione only nodded and closed her eyes. Those hands were so soft and smooth. Snape slid one finger inside her and found her hard nub with his thumb. “Frankly, I don’t mind doing this either…” He buried his face in her neck and kissed her earlobe as his free hand opened her shirt. He felt her hard nipples easily through the soft fabric of her bra and caressed them. Hermione moaned and slid her hand between them to find his hard cock.

“Do you mind me doing this?” she teased and stroked his erection.

“I’m sure I would have told you if I were, Miss Granger.” He purred in her ear and unclasped her bra.

“Don’t call me miss Granger, not now.”

“Sorry…Hermione.” He said in a low voice and sucked her lobe in.

“That sounds so sexy when you say it like that.” Hermione gasped.

“Hermione…Hermione… Hermione…” he teased with a husky voice while taking one of her nipples between his fingers and rolled it between them. Hermione moaned in excitement.

“I didn’t know those hands could do other things than making potion, professor.” Hermione said huskily in his ear and gave a short growl, which made Snape harder than he ever thought possible.

“You’ll be surprised.” Nothing more needed to be said as Hermione felt his fingers in her vagina, thrusting in and out. “Were you wondering about me other body parts as well, …Hermione?” He loved that name coming from his lips. He wanted to say it all day.

“Don’t tell me, show me.” Hermione whispered and pulled one leg up and over his thrusting hand. Now she sat, face to face with the man she always loathed so much. The man who now made her ready for him. Snape had a naughty look in his eyes but not as naughty as Hermione did. She slowly lowered her hand again and unclasped his belt. She pulled it out of the holes and dropped it to the floor. All the while, Snape kept stroking her wet entrance.

“Are you ready for me, my dear Hermione?” he asked her as he pulled her in an embrace and held her to his chest. Feeling those rock hard nubs through the fabric of their clothing made him a bit frustrated and he started remove his jacket and unbutton his shirt. “I want you, Hermione, I really want you.” He whispered in her ear. Hermione shut her eyes and smiled.

“Take me. Take me right here on the table. I want you too, professor.” Snape didn’t mind her calling him professor all the time. He found it highly arousing. He was the Master after all. He pulled off his shirt and started on her bra. He unhooked it in one quick move and rolled the straps from her delicate shoulders. He kissed the smooth skin under his hands as he caressed her neck and shoulders.

“Do not mind me ask this, but I have to. Are you a virgin?” A look of concern crossed his face. If she were he had to stop now. “Please don’t lie, Hermione. Are you a virgin or not?”

“I’m not.” She replied and kissed him lightly on his cheek. “I was deflowered months ago.”
Snape let out the air he was holding much too long and smiled. “I really like that smile of yours.”

“Are you sure you want me take you on the table? It’s hard and some of the edges are peeled off. You could get hurt.” Hermione raised her brow and opened her mouth.

“Are you going to shag me or not?” she said impatient. Snape shook his head and grinned. He took his wand out from his sleeve and conjured a huge pillow. “See, now I won’t get hurt at all.” Snape rolled his eyes.

“The desk it is then.” He said finally and skipped her in his arms. He laid her on the pillow and bent over to capture her lips once more. He really couldn’t get enough of those soft lips. He slid her skirt up to her waist and hooked his fingers under the elastic waistband. He pulled her knickers down in one move and let it drop to the floor.

“I’m so ready for you, professor.” Hermione teased and lifted her head to kiss him, but he backed away. Hermione raised her brows to his rejection. “What’s wrong?”

“My fly, the zipper got stuck. I….ah there it is, sorry.” A sly grin crept up his flushed face. He bent down and kissed her. His tongue d hed hers and they became one. He freed his cock from the much too narrow room it had in his pants and pushed his head against her wet folds which made Hermione moan. “Hardcore?” he asked and blushed. That was one of the questions you didn’t ask a lady. He did anyway and was surprised to hear her say she liked rough sex.

“You are a special person, Miss Granger.” He teased and plunged his hard cock in her soft tight vagina. Hermione gasped as she felt his huge inside her. It felt like being deflowered again. She only hoped she didn’t bleed again, although it didn’t really hurt, it was just very full.

Snape rocked in her and soon had a steady rhythm. He thrust in as deep as possible and pulled out as far as he could. His breathing became rigid, this was very tiring. Hermione squeezed his buttocks and tried to find the rhythm he had. They both enjoyed each other very much. Hermione only had eyes for the man who was pleasuring her and bucked hips ips to have him deeper. Snape looked down and saw that sweaty face underneath him. Was he as sweaty as she was? The answer was soon given as a drop fell from his chin onto Hermione’s cheek.

“Faster, professor.” Hermione moaned and tightened her muscles around his impressive cock every time he pulled out.

“Oh Merlin, Hermione. You’re doing everything a man wants you to do right now.” He rode her faster and deeper. Every time he pushed forward Hermione bucked her hips. She could feel the pressure building inside. Snape felt it too but he didn’t want her to come yet. He stopped moving and pulled slowly out.

“You’re not getting soft, are you?” she said a little disappointed.

“Far from that, my love. Turn around.” He ordered her and helped her turning on the pillow. He slid her legs down the table and stood behind her. “Now, spread your legs and fold them around me if you can.” Hermione did as was told and knew he would take her from behind. She grinned over her shoulder and got a huge and satisfied grin back from her professor. Snape bent his knees a little to have better access and delved her from behind. Hermione shot forward and pushed herself back to the original position. She grabbed the sides of the table and found his rhythm again. Snape let soft growls escape his throat every time he thrust into her depth. “Oh my, Miss Granger. How far are you?” Hermione could tell he was almost there and squeezed her legs to feel him better.

“Stimulate my nub, please…”she said and felt Snape’s hand reach between her legs. He stroked the litnub nub till he felt her body tense around him. He trusted harder and grabbed one of her hips to trust deeper. “Pro-professorrrrrrr, OHHHHHHHHH…” Hermione felt her insides twist around his length and started shivering under him. She was definitely coming.

“Come for…m-me, Hermione.” Snape hissed as he felt her muscles starting to milk him.

“Severusssssss…” Hermione screamed. He thrust two more times and felt his warm seed leaving his body. He was about to scream her namery ery loud. At that very moment there was a knock on the door. Hermione swung around as much as possible and shot her hand for Snape’s mouth, preventing him from screaming her name and letting the person outside know what was going on in the laboratory.

“Shhhh.” Hermione whispered and grinned naughtily. She was as scared of being discovered as Snape was but it was also very exciting. She looked up at Snape. He nodded to let go of his mouth and gasped for air.

“Thank you.” He panted. “How did you know I was about to let the whole Castle know about us having a wonderful shag?” he smiled down at her as he slowly pulled back his cock out of the wonderful, tight warmth.

“You have that look on your face when you’re about to yell, you know. I always see it in class if you’re going to scare the hell out of Neville.” She reached her hand up to take a strand of his hair in her hand. It was damp, but not greasy. He took her in his arms and kissed her passionately.

“I wonder who that was.” She said after a while. Snape looked a bit irritated.

“They’d better have a good excuse! Disturbing me when I give private lessons will be a distraction of a lot of house points. I think I know who it was, keep him away from me if you still want to win the House Cup.”

“You think it was…Neville?” she said disbelievingly. Snape nodded his head and imitated the knock on the desk. He knew how Neville’s shivering knock sounded. “Keep him away from me too then, for at least a week!” They looked at each other and started laughing heartily.

“A+, Miss Granger.” Snape finally said. “Definitely A+.”


THE END.