Perverted Potions

Thanks Kimberly1983 (I'm not too sure about the love stuff myself, probably within the next 2-3 chaps.
I'm new to this 'writing lemons' thing :X. Guess I gotta pop my lemon cherry? o_O), SnapesPet30, baesters (i'm glad you like it, but I don't know how to re-size them :^(, i'm just following the challenge rules: 1000-3000 word limit), catysmom (i can't help but wonder if you know more than 6 words, but its direct and short; i like it), Comtesse ( >:D), Darque Hart (I'm not gonna lie I lol'd at your review. And the doll cum, let's just say it was something sweet, like strawberry mousse), neko36, redneckmama (the doll is the next best thing, although it still can't respond vocally, so it's not yet up there... ya :]), Sarah Macdonald, hermioneandseverusfan, onyx85, sheherazade, Sureves Epans (Actually, Snape was my first choice, but I wanted
to get away from the obvious route, and go with something a lil bit more... gross >:D), Hermionesaidso, and siriuslysnogged (what's ust? :^( :X)!!!!!
It makes me happy that you are happy. But watch out, this is pretty short. I just need some time to pass by...

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Chapter 5: Sexual Tension in Sexual Education

What happened in there?

Hermione holed herself up in her room, not caring to stop to talk to Harry and Ron. She felt like something had exploded in her. She has never felt quite like this – whatever “this” was – before.

She felt alive.

And that look, oh that incredible hungry look in the professor’s eyes. She was sure if she did not leave the classroom at that second, she would have wrapped her legs around Snape, call him a hypocrite and devour his mouth.

She wanted him. He wanted her.

“Oh, gods,” Hermione whispered to herself. There were times when she had butterflies in her stomach, whenever she had experimented with Ron in her fifth year, but it developed into nothing more. She felt guilty because it seemed wrong. No other word to describe it. Wrong.

But tonight… shit, she didn’t care if it was wrong or right; there were bloody elephants swimming in her belly. And Snape was the Patriarch. She desperately wanted to sate this feeling, but she wouldn’t allow herself. This was one urge she did not want to feed. She would think of him if she did… That cannot happen: her thoughts of Snape, the possibilities with Snape. She would watch Filch jerk off again to not let it happen.

She began to heave.

She coughed and took a deep breath. “Well, that took care of that problem.” Another craving suppressed. She walked over to her bed and pulled out her Transfiguration text and began her assignment. Yes, this is all that should matter to her this year: her studies.

Note: Think of Filch masturbating when feeling especially randy.

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Thinking of Filch became a certain revolting pastime for Hermione as a month grudged on. Fortunately for her, Professor Snape did not pull out the Perverted Polymorphic Puppet (try saying that five times fast), which always increased the tension, sexual or otherwise. Should there be sexual tension in a Sexual Education class, she thought.

There was no doll, but there was certainly tension. He had abruptly changed his course of teaching. She felt a little disheartened at this. Perhaps he took what she said seriously. He had made her brew potions each time, a couple of contraceptive potions and some weak aphrodisiacal potions; luckily he didn’t ask her to test those out.

Even though he had distanced himself in class, there were others times that he led her to believe he’d rather be closer. There were numerous times when she needed an ingredient from the top shelf, as she reached for it he came up behind, very close behind her, reaching over her to get the ingredient. He was so close she could smell his distinctive scent, sandalwood.

Then she would feel like an idiot as he thrust the ingredient into her quivering hands, telling her to wake up; she had forgotten about it. She normally wasn’t distracted as she brewed potions, but she couldn’t help herself to take quick glances at her professor, usually when the potion just had to simmer. She was certain, that a couple of times, she caught him dong the same.

In fact, in her last class he was staring at her so intently that he didn’t seem to notice that she caught him and crossed her arms at him with a raised eyebrow. He blinked and shook his head softly, before he was aware of Hermione’s scrutinizing gaze.

“What is it, Miss Granger?” Snape spat, turning back to his grading.

“Nothing,” she hardened her gaze, “It’s just that you were staring at me.”

“I guess I got lost in your beauty,” he droned, rolling his eyes. “Now, get back to work.”

She furrowed her brow at his demand and turned back to her potion. Once she had finished and bottled the potion up, she walked up to Snape to turn it in. He turned to look at her when he heard her squeak, then all of a sudden a nauseous feeling spread throughout his body. He felt his breath escape him and honestly thought he would pass out. This was almost as painful as the Cruciatus curse, but concentrated only on his lower region. Struggling to focus his eyes, he heard Hermione let out a yelp of pain and felt an awkward warm weight between his thighs. Oh, shit.

It was Hermione; the bloody girl tripped and head-butted his penis. It seemed she hadn’t realized what had happened just yet as she stayed her place kneeling between his legs, her arms relaxed on his thighs, rubbing her forehead. He liked the way she looked on her knees, but fortunately for him, he was in too much pain to react.

“Miss Granger,” Snape said in a low, constricted voice, “if you would please remove yourself this instance.” She looked up at him in confusion, then redirected her gaze to his crotch, her eyes popped out of her head, aware of the situation she was in. However, she didn’t move. She wasn’t sure if she was too shocked to or if she didn’t want to.

Snape arched his eyebrow and cocked his head, why is she not moving? He smirked; perhaps the little witch was having an inner battle with herself about her snarky Potions/Sex-Ed Professor. He let his index finger graze the length of her slowly; she shuddered. He lifted her chin so he could see her eyes; he wanted to perform leglimens on her, but decided against it, for now.

“Perhaps, we should bring out the doll again, Miss Granger, hmm?” He softly whispered, inches away from her face. She stared at his lips, barely taking in his words. “And maybe I should keep my legs shut too, so I won’t find some unsuspecting witch thrown between them.” Hermione quietly tittered to herself and nodded. He took her hands and lifted her to her feet. He picked up the vial of the aphrodisiac before he rose.

“It appears, Miss Granger,” he started, “that your potion is still intact, seeing how it did not break during its fall. I hope that next time you will pay attention to where you step. You are dismissed.”

Hermione nodded softly and slowly before she turned to walk away. Snape was actually being nice. He also touched her and she liked it - Oh not good, not good. Filch filch… ewwww… Luckily, she had her back turned to Snape, so he couldn’t see the disgust on her face.

“Miss Granger,” she stopped and looked over her shoulder. His features had become hard again, “before I forget, 30 points from Gryffindor for nearly destroying any possible children of mine.”

She scowled at his smirk as she left.

Cheeky bastard.

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Hope it's satisfying for the time being. I'll have a new raunchy chapter up in no time.
I might re-edit this to give it a bit more oomph.