What A Girl Needs

Chapter 5

Hermione was feeling supremely confident and feminine; more so than she’d ever felt. The knowledge that men actually wanted her, fantasized about her, had given her a boost of confidence that kept her buzzing all day long. She’d woken up that morning, with Harry still in her bed. He’d grinned at her as she nudged him awake for breakfast and then rolled over her and kept her in bed for another hour.

She’d finally escaped, grinning madly, near the end of breakfast. They’d only just managed to grab a quick bite before Snape had strolled by and requested her presence in his office when she was ready. Hermione had panicked briefly, thinking she was in trouble again, until Harry had reminded her that she was supposed to work with Snape on potions that day. The topic of her apprenticeship had come up during a lull in their evening romp the day before.

Before she left Harry, he reached out and took her hand. “Mione? About last night,” he whispered, so others couldn’t hear. “What did it mean to you?”

She almost laughed at the nervous look on his face. “It was fun Harry, that’s all. Don’t worry about getting love letters and having me hang on you,” she responded quietly. “It’s not that you’re not totally lovable, it’s just I want to have a little fun before I settle down with anyone for an extended period. I’m only just discovering that boys even like me after all. I hope that’s okay with you,” she finished hesitantly.

Harry relaxed and released a long breath. “Yeah it is. I’m glad it didn’t mess things up with us. Ron would’ve kicked my ass at the very least.” He grinned at her charmingly, making her giggle. “So a repeat sometime would be okay then? No strings?”

“I think so,” she said with a laugh. She patted his extended hand and stood up. “I should get down to Professor Snape’s office. I don’t want to be brewing all day. See you later Harry.” She waved as she wandered out the door, laughing at his teasing grin and wink, completely missing the curious gaze of Draco from across the room.

Hermione made it down to Snape’s office ten minutes later, cursing the long walk there. Surely there had to be some short cuts. She didn’t know how else Snape got everywhere so freaking fast.

“Miss Granger,” Snape murmured, in greeting, from his desk as she wandered through the open door. “Are you prepared to work on a few potions for the Infirmary?” He looked up from the papers he was marking, eyebrow raised.

“Yes sir,” she said with a relaxed smile.

He raised a brow at her relaxed, happy posture, noting the faint circles under her eyes. “Are you sure? You look a bit worn this morning, despite being alarmingly chipper. How can you possibly look so pleased with yourself when you clearly didn’t sleep enough last night?” he asked silkily, leaning his chin on his hand. “Did Mr. Malfoy come calling again?”

Hermione couldn’t help but giggle at the odd question from her professor. Of course right now they weren’t student and professor, but apprentice and master. The relationship would be very different. He’d still punish her and instruct her like a professor, but he would also treat her like a colleague, albeit one lower down in the pecking order. Not only did she have to share with him anything he wanted her too, she could share anything with him. If something was bothering her or something pleased her, she could tell him openly, which would in turn help him understand her better and what she needed to be coached on. It would take a little getting used to.

She shook her head at another raised brow. “No sir, not Draco.”

His mouth twitched slight, in what almost looked like a smothered smile. “Just how many young men do you have chasing after you at the moment Miss Granger? I wasn’t aware that you were quite so popular with the young men of Hogwarts.”

“There are just two at the moment, maybe a third or forth later,” she said tracing her fingers over a few of the books on his shelf, thinking of Ron and Blaise. “I didn’t know boys even looked at me like that until Blaise told me two nights ago.” She shrugged, “It’s kind of nice knowing. I just want to do the things that normal girls do; make people see me as something other than a walking library. I can’t very well change the world of Potions if I act more like an encyclopedia than I do a woman, now can I? I’d be just like every one of those stodgy old men, reciting old theories and presenting recycled creations, if I did that. I want to set each and every one of them on their ear when I become a full blown Potions Master.”

He relaxed back in his chair and hummed. “I suppose I can understand that. Just make sure that you don’t give yourself an entirely different reputation of not being able to keep your panties on,” he advised with a pointed look. “It’s one thing to experiment a bit, but don’t become the Gryffindor whore in the process Miss Granger.”

“Yes sir,” she said blushing. “I will be careful sir.”

“That brings me to another interesting issue that has come to my attention,” he said folding his fingers together over his stomach. She didn’t think she’d ever seen him so relaxed before. This really was a new type of relationship she had here. “I overheard your plans for a business venture at a pub the other night.”

Hermione swallowed and her blood ran cold. So that is what he was talking about in class the other day, when he’d been busy terrifying the hell out of her! Thinking she was in very really trouble with her master, she backed to the door and fumbled for the knob. Closing the door gently she cleared her throat. “Yes sir,” she said faintly. If she was going to be punished, she certainly wasn’t going to let anyone who walked by see it!

Severus quirked a brow again at the closed door and then sighed. “You’re not in trouble Miss Granger,” he muttered, realizing she must think that he planned to punish her. He hadn’t forgotten the other day when he’d threatened her with it. Though, the idea of punishing her like he had promised held a small amount of appeal that made him want to take his assurances back. His groin throbbed faintly in interest as he looked her over. Despite the faint trembling in her hands, she didn’t show her apprehension much. She looked a tad resigned to her fate though, and that stung a little. Pushing away the twinges of a bruised ego, he purred, “At least I don’t believe so at the moment. Perhaps you’d care to explain your plans and I will decide if you should be punished or not.”

Sagging by into the door, half relieved, half terrified, she started to speak. She told him of all the planning they’d done, safeties they’d put in place to protect both the wizards and their customers, the license they planned to obtain, and the contracts with the wizards. Finally she sighed, “We just want to provide something to women…and men that will be useful and fun, but also anonymous. We don’t want to hurt anyone, so we’re being as careful as we can. I’m the only one that will have access to customer names and the others have sworn an oath not to reveal the names of the wizards involved.”

He studied her for a long moment. “Very creative Miss Granger. Are you positive you wouldn’t be more suited to a Mastery of Charms instead?”

“I like Charms and I’m good in the subject, but I love potions,” she said finally meeting his gaze.

Severus nodded and thought for moment again. “Miss Granger, perhaps you would show me your three charms, so I may ensure that they are indeed safe to use on a wizard.”

She blushed bright red and stuttered, “B-but we’ve tested it already on nearly ten wizards. The models all work very well. They feel right and move as intended too.”

“None the less…” he purred, a slight smirk on his lips. “I insist. I’ll even sign your little contract so you’ll feel safer.” He watched her, amused as her blush flared further and she stuttered in confusion. It wasn’t something he saw her do often, and indirectly offering himself up as one of her subjects was worth it, if he got to see her flounder like this. He wondered how long it would take her to work it out.

“The contract is only for wizards who agree to let me sell their model sir. Why would you feel the need to sign that if you only want to see…” she mumbled, trailing off as she realized his subtle suggestion. “Oh…” she breathed softly, eyes wide in surprise and her face flushed a deep red. She hurriedly dug into her robe pocket and pulled out a small scroll. Pulling out her wand she tapped the scroll and enlarged it to its full size and handed it to the dark man nervously.

Severus watched her antics with masked amusement, taking the scroll in his long fingers when she offered it. He quirked a small smile at the faint tremble of her hand as she release the parchment to him and stepped back. Was she terrified or excited? Probably a bit of both, considering he’d just offered to let her perform her spells on him. He flicked his eyes over the parchment, surprised to see that the wizards each would receive 25% of the profits, which would work out to about 3 Galleons a sale. If the business took off like he suspected it eventually would, each wizard was set to make a decent amount of money on this venture. Nodding over the safety measures taken and the privacy policy, he reached for a quill and signed his name, which promptly vanished. He raised a brow at that.

“The name is stored elsewhere for payment and privacy purposes,” she said nervously. “We didn’t want each wizard to see the names of the others. The only way they should find out that their friends have participated is if they tell each other. Privacy was our top concern right after how to create the product. We all have good futures ahead of us and we’d rather not just be viewed as a bunch of perverted girls, sir.”

He actually snorted in amusement at that. “That was a bit of a concern of mine actually. I see that you have taken a fair amount of precaution. I’m assuming the wizards will also keep quiet about your identities if they wish to remain inconspicuous. After all how would they know if they hadn’t dealt with any of you in some way? Tell me the names of your partners Miss Granger,” he said handing the parchment back.

“Will they be punished sir?” she asked hesitantly.

“No, not that it matters. You must tell me anyway, Miss Granger,” he said with a frown. “Have you forgotten your own contract with me already?”

She flinched and shook her head. Gods what had she gotten herself into. The contract was like a long term truth serum. As her master he had the right to demand anything from her and she really couldn’t protest much. Well she could protest, but it didn’t matter much. He was legally allowed to directly probe her mind if he felt the need. “Luna, Ginny, Lavender, Millicent, Pansy and myself,” she said softly. “Sir.”

He nodded, frowning softly. “Though Ms. Brown and Ms. Bulstrode haven’t previously been noted for their stunning intelligence, they are creative and devious enough to be decent business women. Ms. Lovegood is certainly a creative individual and could provide a source of advertisement I suppose. Ms. Weasley has the Weasley family wits and cunning, so I must approve, if she’s of age.”

“Only just sir,” she confirmed.

“Ms. Parkinson is an excellent choice; by far the best. Her family has long been involved in business transactions and expansion. She’d be a good partner should you decide to develop the business further in the future. She has good contacts,” he said leaning back in his chair again.

She shifted a bit, tired of standing before him, but not knowing if she could sit. “Yes sir. Pansy and I have made most of the decisions and we conducted the experiments. Though Millicent is the one obtaining our license.”

“Experiments? What was your process for that experiment?” he asked, brow rising slightly.

She blushed and shifted again, this time nervously. “Um I studied one of Professor Flitwick’s charm books, as recommended by Fred and George Weasley, and then developed my three charms from other basic charms. That was really quite easy, as we learn to do that in sixth year anyway. After that we asked Blaise Zabini to help us create the first model, which fortunately turned out just as we’d planned.”

“Oh? And how did Mr. Zabini assist you?” he asked, knowing very well how the boy had likely participated, but he wanted to torture her a bit anyway. He liked to watch her squirm; he was a right bastard that way.

“Um…he masturbated while I cast the charms,” she choked out, staring at the floor. “At first we were afraid the clone didn’t work, but it ended up working just fine. It was a very successful experiment,” she said shifting in place, this time mostly due to a vivid flashback of that first test, cradled against Blaise’s muscled chest. She had secretly admitted to herself that it was still one of her favorite models to ‘study’.

He watched her uncomfortable squirming for a moment, a small smile in place. He knew very well she must be getting tired of standing before him, but he found that usually threw a student off a bit and they’d say most anything, hoping to just get done with the conversation. “And the testing aspect? How are you certain that they truly work?”

“I tested the first clone personally,” she said flushing, rubbing her thighs together, imagining the lovely way the clone had pushed hard into her, working inside her body until she’d screamed. “After that I made copies that each of us tested to ensure the copies would also work.”

He raised both brows at that. They were certainly involve quite deeply if each of them would personally test every product. “Approximately how many will you need to test during the course of the holidays?” he asked curiously.

“Perhaps a dozen if the next three planned models are made,” she said with a small shrug. “Some of them are pretty average sized, so they’re easy, but a few are…rather large and I don’t quite look forward to them as much sir,” she admitted, blushing slightly.

“You allowed Blaise to simply masturbate,” he said after a moment. “Does that method provide accurate results?”

Hermione shrugged, “More or less. We ask that the wizard try to thrust into his hand like he would during intercourse, though I imagine it’s not quite the same, with the odd angel and all.”

“So you don’t actually have to sleep with the wizard you’re making a copy of?” he asked curiously.

“No…though I believe that was the most common method, or casting it on two people engaged with each other. That was one method used to capture two of the wizards,” she said, wishing she’d been there to see Harry and Seamus together. Maybe now Harry would let her watch him with another boy, considering what they’d done together last night.

“This is taking rather a long time,” he said suddenly. “Come here Miss Granger.”

Hermione quaked at his request, knowing very well that he was a practiced Legilimens. Was he really going to dig around in her brain, just like that? She’d been honest and open, so she really didn’t think that it was very fair of him. “But sir….”

“Now Miss Granger. You might as well become accustomed to it now, as it will happen regularly so I can analyze your progress week to week. If you’re afraid I’ll give out any of your secrets I assure you I won’t. What you share with me will stay with me,” he growled. “I’ve warned you about disrespecting me. Now come!”

Shivering half from the dread of reveling any secrets and half from the threat of his brand of punishment, she rounded the desk and sank to her knees as he turned his chair. She desperately wished she’d asked Harry to train her in Occlumency, though he’d never gotten very good at it himself. She wasn’t concerned about most of her memories, but he’d easily be able to pick out the events of the last week since they were still swirling around in her head anyway.

Severus tilted her head up and waited for her eyes to flick up to his. “ Legilimens,” he hissed, his soft breath whispering over her face and his unique scent invading her senses. He really did smell very nice.

Hermione jerked and gasped as cool tendrils of magic delved into her mind, sorting quickly through the week. First was the initial discussion about her new business which he ignored for the most part, though subsequent memories he lingered over, gathering information she hadn’t given yet. He didn’t stop there though. He flitted over her encounter with Draco, since he’d witnessed it already, and then hovered briefly over her time with Blaise. An eyebrow had gone up over that one and a small smirk graced his lips. Next he moved on to last night with Harry, which he spent a little too long over for her comfort. Finally he backed up a bit and saw her memory of him forcing her to her knees, felt her arousal at the time, and finally saw the conversation she’d had with the girls about what had happened. Then suddenly she was free, gasping and staring up into his nearly black eyes.

“Discussing a professor in that manner with other students Miss Granger?” he asked silkily.

“I’m sorry sir,” she whispered feeling her pulse speed up at the look in his eyes. She’d never seen him look at anyone like that, but knew without a doubt what the look meant. She’d seen it on several other men in her life; Ron, Harry, Draco, Blasie…. It was a frankly open, sexual interest that made the little hairs on the back of her neck stand at attention and her nipples tighten reflexively.

“I’m sure you are Miss Granger,” he purred. “Cast the charms.”

Hermione stared at him in shock, trying to absorb the command, even as she reached for her wand. Swallowing and trying to steady her nerves, she stood as he tugged her upward, knowing instantly that he was going to fuck her. Clearing her throat, she said each charm slowly, not wishing to bugger them up at such a critical moment. “I will say the final word when you’re ready sir,” she said after a moment, terrified by the intense look in his eyes. She gulped as his own wand flicked towards the door, warding it tightly.

“Bend over the desk Miss Granger,” he said softly, in a voice that frightened her more than anything he’d ever yelled at her.

Nodding jerkily she turned and placed her hands on his desk, leaning over slightly. She wasn’t so naive that she couldn’t see what was coming. He’d threatened punishment if she disrespected him, and frankly talking about him, sexually, with other students was definitely up there on the disrespectful list. Not that he seemed particularly angry, making her wonder if this was just and excuse to test out his new apprentice. She barely contained a squeal of surprise as he muttered another charm and she was suddenly quite bare against the smooth grain of his desk.

“Potter should be more careful,” he murmured from behind her, tracing over the faint finger marks on her hips and lower back where Harry had gripped her harder than he meant too; she’d loved every moment of it. “Though who am I to talk?” he purred.

She didn’t understand that statement until a moment later when the blunt head of what had to be his erection slid quite forcefully a few inches into her body and his long fingers gripped her hips fiercely. Two more hard jerks of his slender hips and he was buried balls deep inside her; and dear gods he had to be huge! He filled her just as much as Harry had and left her gasping in surprise at the invasion.

“Still with me Miss Granger?” he purred at her shocked squeal. He pulled back and thrust again, sharply, so his desk dug hard into her thighs. “Answer me!” he growled, repeating the motion.

“Y-yes sir!” she said, her breath hitching. “Just a bit surprised sir!”

“Hmm,” he replied softly, setting a slow, hard pace, enjoying the sensation of having a young, tight cunt wrapped around him again. It had been a while since he’d seduced a woman so young. Usually he just picked up women at pubs or wandered into Knockturn Alley for a quick fuck up against some alley wall. He vaguely regretted telling her that he wouldn’t need her services often, as he was beginning to remember now, just how nice an 18 year old body felt. Though, it didn’t matter much, what he’d said before. Her body was as much his and hers now, so really he could make the demands anyway. Besides it wasn’t as though he’d ever force her if she really didn’t want to have sex.

He smiled slightly as a particularly hard thrust sent her sprawling across his desk, pressing her firm breasts into some third year’s term paper. It wasn’t the fact that he’d overpowered her that made him smile; it was the way she panted and the way her arms trembled that got him. Despite his demand for her to take him into her body, she was wet and clutching fiercely around him. Severus knew that he was a good lover; his cock was a rather nice one that tended to fill a woman just right, neither hurting her nor leaving her wanting. Usually he would have taken more time with foreplay as well, but that wasn’t the point of this little exercise anyway.

Hermione groaned, half in pleasure at the way his body glided back and forth inside her, half in pain at the desk digging into her upper thighs. She hadn’t quite expected to be used by him this early into her apprenticeship. It was only the second day after all! Still it wasn’t so bad really. It was definitely weird that it was her bastard of a Potions Professor, but he certainly had a very nice cock, so she wasn’t sure she wanted to complain about it. And that voice….

Severus smiled wickedly down at the girl beneath him, stroking his hands over her rounded bottom and slim waist as he worked hard inside of her. He’d picked up comments from her memories of Potter and Malfoy both admiring her bottom. He was slightly disgusted to actually have to agree with them about something. She really did have a luscious rear end; it was perfectly rounded, smooth, and small enough to easily cup a cheek in each of his long fingered hands. The way it tapered up into a narrow waist and down into long slender legs didn’t hurt either.

With a soft growl, he parted the smooth globes and slid his thumb between, drawing a gasp from her. Without breaking stride in the least, he continued to thrust hard into her gripping core, while slowly sliding his right thumb into her tight nether entrance. The tightening of her cunt all around him was the only response he got, but it was certainly enough to make him smile and wiggle the invading digit. “Still a bit sore Miss Granger?”

“Yes,” she gasped softly. “A little sir.”

“Was Potter the first?” he asked on a gasp, feeling the tell tale signs of his orgasm approaching. A faint tightening was beginning in his balls and spreading backwards towards his own muscled ass; a lovely tingle sweeping across his thighs and flat stomach as he worked inside her. He thrust hard a few times, and then returned to the steady pace he’d set.

“Yes,” she groaned. “Draco wanted to first, but when I told Harry about it, he decided to do it instead.”

“Did you enjoy it?” he asked in a husky voice. His hips jerked irregularly as his concentration began to slip. The tingling was slowly morphing into a dangerous burning that threatened to end this before he was quite ready. Merlin she had a luscious, tight little cunt! A low groan slipped out as she squeezed around him, fluttering wonderfully as he slid through her warm tunnel.

“Oh yes,” she gasped, probably both an answer and a response to his movements. “It hurt a bit at first…ooohhh…but…but then it felt really nice…different.” Then to his eternal surprise she groaned, “Would you like to fuck my ass sir?”

“Another time perhaps,” he gasped, gripping said ass hard as his thrusts sped up. “Merlin’s balls woman, you’re tight!”

He heard her whisper something, but didn’t catch it as his mind blanked and hot waves of ecstasy rolled up from his toes to his balls and back down again. Severus jerked hard into her body twice more and froze, gasping as his body emptied against her welcoming womb. “Fuck me,” he groaned unsteadily, undulating his hips to draw out his pleasure. Once the waves had calmed to a dull hum, he stepped back and tucked himself back into his trousers, trying to gather his scattered composure before she turned.

Hermione lay gasping against his desk, still aroused, his cum leaking from her and down her thighs, gripping another successful clone in her left hand. Without even bothering to ask his permission, Hermione tapped the dildo with her wand and brought it around behind her. The moment it touch her swollen core it sprang to life. It slid into her without the slightest hint of hesitancy and immediately began to work hard inside her, while its wizard of origins looked on in surprise.

Severus had seen quite a few interesting sights in his life, but he had to admit that watching a student fuck herself with a sex toy hadn’t ever been one of them, and certainly never over his desk with him standing half a meter behind her. Within moments she was gasping and then screaming as the look alike brought her to climax, something he vaguely noted he should have probably done himself. Though what was the point of ‘punishment’ if it ended up feeling too good?

Hermione tugged the dildo free and stood shakily. “Oh good it works,” she said breathing heavily. She flicked her wand again so that she was dressed and looking rather more tidy and less sweaty. “Thank you sir.”

“Apparently I didn’t mention that was supposed to be a punishment,” he muttered, giving her a pointed look.

“I understood that sir,” she said with a small smile, “But it really wasn’t the most horrible of punishments sir. Perhaps if you were very small and smelled bad or something….”

He sighed and rolled his eyes. “Right, I’ll remember to not bath the next time you need to be reminded of your place in the hierarchy.”

She looked at him for a moment and then giggled, actually giggled. Hermione hadn’t ever noticed that Professor Snape actually had a decent sense of humor. She’d always taken his comments as rather mean, but if viewed the right way, he was rather witty. “And when I am to be rewarded sir?” she asked casting a cleansing charm over the toy and pocketing it in her robe.

“We shall see about that,” he muttered, a slow smirk spreading over his lips. He moved around his desk and sank into his chair with a sigh. “Now, no more wasting time. Go brew the list of potions I left on the work bench,” he growled pointing to his lab door across the room. He watched her smile and nod before wandering out of the room. Damn unpredictable females. One minute you were sure they were utterly terrified and the next they were soaking wet and begging for more. What was wrong with them?