100 Ways to Kill a Weasley
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Adult +
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93
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41,806
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Death By Shock
Professor Severus Snape walked through the courtyard towards the rose garden. It was one of his greatest pleasures to blast the rose petals. It filled some sadistic pleasure deep inside of him.
Professor Sprout always got so mad at him for it. He would turn, look at her piercingly and then slowly curve his lips into a wicked smirk. She would shiver and run out of the room. His mocking laughter would follow her down the hallowed hallways.
Tonight, however, he wasn’t alone, he could hear a soft panting. Casting a soft Lumos, he was getting ready to jump out of the bushes and surprise the couple who were no doubt getting physically acquainted behind the bushes.
Hopefully it was a couple of Gryffindors, then he could take more points. He didn’t feel quite as happy if it were only Hufflepuffs or Ravenclaws. They didn’t arouse the same pleasure in him that taking points from Gryffindor did.
He crept around the corner silently. What he saw made him falter in his steps and almost step out of the shadows into the dim moonlight cast over the object of his shock.
Miss Hermione Granger lay sprawled on the ground on her back, her skirt rucked up to her waist, one hand buried deep inside of her.
A flash of color caught his eye.
Down by his foot, he saw a pair of lilac knickers. He leaned down to pick them up and could smell her musky arousal on them.
Turning his attention back to Miss Granger, the strap of her dress had fallen to her elbow off one shoulder. Her eyes opened and he could see the pleasure darkening her pupils. Her brown eyes were almost black with arousal, her breath hitched as her fingers probed deep inside her passage. He could almost imagine what his fingers would feel like, thrusting inside of her. Warm, juicy and delicious. Lifting her lilac cum soaked knickers to his nose, he inhaled her scent deeply.
His eyes still intent on his prey, he continued to watch in silent fascination as Miss Granger moved closer to her climax, her hand moving faster, her back arching with the urge to rub her raw aroused nipples against something. A low moan keened out of her throat as she came.
He could see the spurts of her cum leaking out of her pussy coating her fingers, jer eyes shut in deep concentration as if in the middle of a deep thought.
Turning her head to the right, she grabbed her wand. Professor Snape expected her to cast a cleansing charm. Instead she transfigured a nearby rock into an ivory 8-inch long dildo. He watched as she charmed the dildo to be self-reliant, dropping her wand to her side.
She laid on her back, supported by her elbows and watched as the dildo entered her. He heard her whisper something and saw the dildo begin to thrust into her a bit faster. What he heard next almost made him fall over.
He heard her moan his name softly, wondering if he was hearing things.
“Professor Snape.”
Her guttural moan made his cock thicken and harden.
He looked down at her as the dildo thrust into her harder and faster until she came. She lay back panting, eyes bright with satiation, two orgasms were good, but three were so much better.
She pulled her dress off and over her head, leaving her naked. She noticed a movement in the shadows and almost fainted away when Professor Snape stepped out of the shadows with her knickers in his hand.
“Professor?” she gasped. “I can explain . . .”
She trailed off as she watched him lift her knickers to his lips and lick the cum soaked lining.
“Would you like some company?” his silky tones inquired, flooding her body with furious arousal.
“Yes,” her hoarse tones made him stone hard wanting to bury himself in her.
Ronald Weasley walked around the corner just at the moment when he saw the greasy git joining his Hermione, taking off his bat-like robes, laying them under the already writhing witch.
Ron thought she might be trying to shake off a curse. Je drew out his wand, figuring he’d save the day and then Mione would give him her virginity and they’d both finally be ex-virgins.
While he was having this epiphany, he slowly focused back in on reality only to see Hermione riding the greasy git with fervent determination gleaming in her eyes.
Her hips were a blur of motion, wringing great groans of pleasure from Snape. He threw his greasy head back and started to spout obscenities at Hermione, about her being a bad girl and for her to take it all like a good know-it-all.
Ron’s dim-witted brain finally made the connection that Hermione wasn’t under a spell since she was giving Snape the high hard one. He laid a hand over his fluttering chest and fell over stiff as a board to the ground. His heart stopped before he hit the ground.
The Aurors would later label his cause of death as a shock to the heart.
As for Hermione and the Professor, they lived sinfully ever after.
Professor Sprout always got so mad at him for it. He would turn, look at her piercingly and then slowly curve his lips into a wicked smirk. She would shiver and run out of the room. His mocking laughter would follow her down the hallowed hallways.
Tonight, however, he wasn’t alone, he could hear a soft panting. Casting a soft Lumos, he was getting ready to jump out of the bushes and surprise the couple who were no doubt getting physically acquainted behind the bushes.
Hopefully it was a couple of Gryffindors, then he could take more points. He didn’t feel quite as happy if it were only Hufflepuffs or Ravenclaws. They didn’t arouse the same pleasure in him that taking points from Gryffindor did.
He crept around the corner silently. What he saw made him falter in his steps and almost step out of the shadows into the dim moonlight cast over the object of his shock.
Miss Hermione Granger lay sprawled on the ground on her back, her skirt rucked up to her waist, one hand buried deep inside of her.
A flash of color caught his eye.
Down by his foot, he saw a pair of lilac knickers. He leaned down to pick them up and could smell her musky arousal on them.
Turning his attention back to Miss Granger, the strap of her dress had fallen to her elbow off one shoulder. Her eyes opened and he could see the pleasure darkening her pupils. Her brown eyes were almost black with arousal, her breath hitched as her fingers probed deep inside her passage. He could almost imagine what his fingers would feel like, thrusting inside of her. Warm, juicy and delicious. Lifting her lilac cum soaked knickers to his nose, he inhaled her scent deeply.
His eyes still intent on his prey, he continued to watch in silent fascination as Miss Granger moved closer to her climax, her hand moving faster, her back arching with the urge to rub her raw aroused nipples against something. A low moan keened out of her throat as she came.
He could see the spurts of her cum leaking out of her pussy coating her fingers, jer eyes shut in deep concentration as if in the middle of a deep thought.
Turning her head to the right, she grabbed her wand. Professor Snape expected her to cast a cleansing charm. Instead she transfigured a nearby rock into an ivory 8-inch long dildo. He watched as she charmed the dildo to be self-reliant, dropping her wand to her side.
She laid on her back, supported by her elbows and watched as the dildo entered her. He heard her whisper something and saw the dildo begin to thrust into her a bit faster. What he heard next almost made him fall over.
He heard her moan his name softly, wondering if he was hearing things.
“Professor Snape.”
Her guttural moan made his cock thicken and harden.
He looked down at her as the dildo thrust into her harder and faster until she came. She lay back panting, eyes bright with satiation, two orgasms were good, but three were so much better.
She pulled her dress off and over her head, leaving her naked. She noticed a movement in the shadows and almost fainted away when Professor Snape stepped out of the shadows with her knickers in his hand.
“Professor?” she gasped. “I can explain . . .”
She trailed off as she watched him lift her knickers to his lips and lick the cum soaked lining.
“Would you like some company?” his silky tones inquired, flooding her body with furious arousal.
“Yes,” her hoarse tones made him stone hard wanting to bury himself in her.
Ronald Weasley walked around the corner just at the moment when he saw the greasy git joining his Hermione, taking off his bat-like robes, laying them under the already writhing witch.
Ron thought she might be trying to shake off a curse. Je drew out his wand, figuring he’d save the day and then Mione would give him her virginity and they’d both finally be ex-virgins.
While he was having this epiphany, he slowly focused back in on reality only to see Hermione riding the greasy git with fervent determination gleaming in her eyes.
Her hips were a blur of motion, wringing great groans of pleasure from Snape. He threw his greasy head back and started to spout obscenities at Hermione, about her being a bad girl and for her to take it all like a good know-it-all.
Ron’s dim-witted brain finally made the connection that Hermione wasn’t under a spell since she was giving Snape the high hard one. He laid a hand over his fluttering chest and fell over stiff as a board to the ground. His heart stopped before he hit the ground.
The Aurors would later label his cause of death as a shock to the heart.
As for Hermione and the Professor, they lived sinfully ever after.