The Reluctant Detectives
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
30
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13,529
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96
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1
Currently Reading:
3
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Chapter Five
Chapter Five
Severus looked over to the sofa in his sitting room and found Hermione sound asleep on it. She had stayed up the majority of the night reading and taking notes. When she finally did tire out enough to sleep, she was too exhausted to get herself to the guest room that he had assigned to her. So there she lay sprawled out on his favorite lounge. He went over to her, intending on having her move from there so he may very well be able to conduct his business without looking over to her and seeing her round, firm ass stuck up in the air like an offering.
You will not think about that ass, he told himself, or the lush tits the girl had or the fact he had wanted the entire package so badly he could barely function for it at times. He made himself stop thinking about her that way. The last thing he wanted was a hard on at the moment, he reminded himself. He was there to wake her up and get her out of his rooms, not fuck her blind.
He shook her shoulder, but all this got him was her grumbling that it was too early. Severus tried again, but this time she stirred, turned around and kissed him.
He was still there stunned as she mumbled, “As soon as I get back from the bathroom, I’ll blow you. Now leave me alone.” She proceeded to go right back to sleep.
His hand came down on her bottom in a flash, making her scream as she woke up.
“You bastard! You hit me!”
“I know,” he told her. “As I did the hitting. And if you don’t get that sweet ass of yours off my lounge and into the guestroom where it belongs, I will tie you down and paddle it red. Now go.”
“But why…”
“Now, Miss Granger!” he growled.
She got up, muttering to herself that he was mean.
Just as Hermione was getting to the door, he said, “And, Miss Granger, just as soon as you get out of the restroom later on, I will be expecting that fellatio that you told me that you would give me then.”
***
Hermione stepped out of the shower still totally unbelieving that she had actually offered Severus Snape a blowjob. She didn’t even want to think about it. And yet it still invaded her mind, making her think about the long strong body pressing her hard against the ground. Imagining that they were naked and that he was fucking her. She was tempted to lift her foot up to the counter top, her knee bent so that her sex was readily available for her own nimble fingers. That’s if she knew what to do in order to have an orgasm that was.
Pitiful, she told herself, truly pitiful.
She went about getting dressed, hoping and praying that Snape would have forgotten that she said anything to him that morning. Hermione knew that he would recall every word, but that didn’t stop her from hoping to the contrary.
Gathering her courage, she went out to the study, but found it empty. She ended up going around the entire private quarters, but all she found was a note.
Dear Miss Granger,
I am sorry to say that I will not be able to partake in your feminine wiles this morning due to school business. But never you fear, I shall remember your offer and will be collecting on it as soon as I can.
Yours,
Severus Snape
Hermione felt relief, but at the same time she wondered if he was having a joke at her expense. Absently she licked at her lips wondering not for the first time just how well endowed the man was. Ron had been small, so damn small she wondered if she could still refer to herself as a virgin. Or at the very least a pseudo-virgin, she thought with a small grin. It would be great if he were hung, not perhaps like a horse, but not the size of a rabbit either.
Hermione pulled out her laptop made to be able to run in magical locations. She was taking notes on what she read and went on to finish up her several papers for school as well. She e-mailed them into her professors telling them that she wouldn’t be able to attend class for the next two weeks dues to a family emergency. Once that was done, she got up stretching lazily. She had been at work on the papers and research for at least three and a half hours.
The door opened and shut, Hermione turning to look towards the person who had come into the rooms. It was a young woman, a student at least 16 years old and she had the look of someone about to do something she shouldn’t.
The student was stripping when Hermione snapped, “Don’t you even think it.”
The girl screamed, spinning around to face a livid Hermione, as she grabbed up the girl’s clothes and pressed them into her arms.
“You will get dressed and we shall wait for the head master to come over,” she told her. “I suggest you do not try my patience.” Hermione sat the girl down hard. “Sit. Stay.”
“I’m not a dog!” the student snapped.
“Then you should stop acting like a bitch in heat,” she replied, making the girl’s face turn red at her insult.
When Severus came into his private rooms, he immediately had the feeling that he needed to escape. He didn’t know if it was the young, half dressed student sitting on his lounge or the furious Hermione Granger that had him wanting to run from the rooms more.
“What is going on here?” he asked. “Miss Templeton, why are you half dressed?”
“She…”
“He can read minds, you twit. So lying now would be a bad thing,” Hermione snapped at her.
Taking a deep breath, Miss Templeton muttered, “I came here to seduce you, sir.”
“Why is that?” he asked her. “It isn’t like you are failing any classes, are you?”
“No, sir,” she answered, avoiding looking into his eyes.
“Did someone prompt you into doing this?” he asked.
She swallowed thickly. “I’d rather not say, sir.”
“Very well,” he said. “Take your clothing and be off.” She grabbed her things and tried to flee, but this didn’t happen before he said, “You have a month of detentions with Madam Sprout in the greenhouses. Let’s hope you take this time to not only improve your horticulture skills but for you to cultivate some much needed common sense as well. You are dismissed.”
Once the girl was gone, Hermione asked, “How was she able to get through your wards?”
“What?” he looked over to her.
“She got into the rooms without setting off the wards,” she told him. “How could that have happened?”
“Are you saying that I set up this-this…” He got into her face. “That’s sick! She was but a child!”
“No, that wasn’t what I was saying,” she snapped back at him. “Who gave her the password, if it wasn’t you? If no one gave it to her, and I do not think you did, who taught her to break the wards? That isn’t exactly the kind of thing a sixth year Hufflepuff would know how to do off hand.” She showed him the girl’s tie, as if to support her argument as to what house the girl was from.
A dawning realization broke out on his face and both of them went looking for the student in question. It wasn’t until they heard a whoosh did they run straight over to the railing and looked down. Miss Viviana Templeton laid dead several floors below.
***
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Severus looked over to the sofa in his sitting room and found Hermione sound asleep on it. She had stayed up the majority of the night reading and taking notes. When she finally did tire out enough to sleep, she was too exhausted to get herself to the guest room that he had assigned to her. So there she lay sprawled out on his favorite lounge. He went over to her, intending on having her move from there so he may very well be able to conduct his business without looking over to her and seeing her round, firm ass stuck up in the air like an offering.
You will not think about that ass, he told himself, or the lush tits the girl had or the fact he had wanted the entire package so badly he could barely function for it at times. He made himself stop thinking about her that way. The last thing he wanted was a hard on at the moment, he reminded himself. He was there to wake her up and get her out of his rooms, not fuck her blind.
He shook her shoulder, but all this got him was her grumbling that it was too early. Severus tried again, but this time she stirred, turned around and kissed him.
He was still there stunned as she mumbled, “As soon as I get back from the bathroom, I’ll blow you. Now leave me alone.” She proceeded to go right back to sleep.
His hand came down on her bottom in a flash, making her scream as she woke up.
“You bastard! You hit me!”
“I know,” he told her. “As I did the hitting. And if you don’t get that sweet ass of yours off my lounge and into the guestroom where it belongs, I will tie you down and paddle it red. Now go.”
“But why…”
“Now, Miss Granger!” he growled.
She got up, muttering to herself that he was mean.
Just as Hermione was getting to the door, he said, “And, Miss Granger, just as soon as you get out of the restroom later on, I will be expecting that fellatio that you told me that you would give me then.”
***
Hermione stepped out of the shower still totally unbelieving that she had actually offered Severus Snape a blowjob. She didn’t even want to think about it. And yet it still invaded her mind, making her think about the long strong body pressing her hard against the ground. Imagining that they were naked and that he was fucking her. She was tempted to lift her foot up to the counter top, her knee bent so that her sex was readily available for her own nimble fingers. That’s if she knew what to do in order to have an orgasm that was.
Pitiful, she told herself, truly pitiful.
She went about getting dressed, hoping and praying that Snape would have forgotten that she said anything to him that morning. Hermione knew that he would recall every word, but that didn’t stop her from hoping to the contrary.
Gathering her courage, she went out to the study, but found it empty. She ended up going around the entire private quarters, but all she found was a note.
Dear Miss Granger,
I am sorry to say that I will not be able to partake in your feminine wiles this morning due to school business. But never you fear, I shall remember your offer and will be collecting on it as soon as I can.
Yours,
Severus Snape
Hermione felt relief, but at the same time she wondered if he was having a joke at her expense. Absently she licked at her lips wondering not for the first time just how well endowed the man was. Ron had been small, so damn small she wondered if she could still refer to herself as a virgin. Or at the very least a pseudo-virgin, she thought with a small grin. It would be great if he were hung, not perhaps like a horse, but not the size of a rabbit either.
Hermione pulled out her laptop made to be able to run in magical locations. She was taking notes on what she read and went on to finish up her several papers for school as well. She e-mailed them into her professors telling them that she wouldn’t be able to attend class for the next two weeks dues to a family emergency. Once that was done, she got up stretching lazily. She had been at work on the papers and research for at least three and a half hours.
The door opened and shut, Hermione turning to look towards the person who had come into the rooms. It was a young woman, a student at least 16 years old and she had the look of someone about to do something she shouldn’t.
The student was stripping when Hermione snapped, “Don’t you even think it.”
The girl screamed, spinning around to face a livid Hermione, as she grabbed up the girl’s clothes and pressed them into her arms.
“You will get dressed and we shall wait for the head master to come over,” she told her. “I suggest you do not try my patience.” Hermione sat the girl down hard. “Sit. Stay.”
“I’m not a dog!” the student snapped.
“Then you should stop acting like a bitch in heat,” she replied, making the girl’s face turn red at her insult.
When Severus came into his private rooms, he immediately had the feeling that he needed to escape. He didn’t know if it was the young, half dressed student sitting on his lounge or the furious Hermione Granger that had him wanting to run from the rooms more.
“What is going on here?” he asked. “Miss Templeton, why are you half dressed?”
“She…”
“He can read minds, you twit. So lying now would be a bad thing,” Hermione snapped at her.
Taking a deep breath, Miss Templeton muttered, “I came here to seduce you, sir.”
“Why is that?” he asked her. “It isn’t like you are failing any classes, are you?”
“No, sir,” she answered, avoiding looking into his eyes.
“Did someone prompt you into doing this?” he asked.
She swallowed thickly. “I’d rather not say, sir.”
“Very well,” he said. “Take your clothing and be off.” She grabbed her things and tried to flee, but this didn’t happen before he said, “You have a month of detentions with Madam Sprout in the greenhouses. Let’s hope you take this time to not only improve your horticulture skills but for you to cultivate some much needed common sense as well. You are dismissed.”
Once the girl was gone, Hermione asked, “How was she able to get through your wards?”
“What?” he looked over to her.
“She got into the rooms without setting off the wards,” she told him. “How could that have happened?”
“Are you saying that I set up this-this…” He got into her face. “That’s sick! She was but a child!”
“No, that wasn’t what I was saying,” she snapped back at him. “Who gave her the password, if it wasn’t you? If no one gave it to her, and I do not think you did, who taught her to break the wards? That isn’t exactly the kind of thing a sixth year Hufflepuff would know how to do off hand.” She showed him the girl’s tie, as if to support her argument as to what house the girl was from.
A dawning realization broke out on his face and both of them went looking for the student in question. It wasn’t until they heard a whoosh did they run straight over to the railing and looked down. Miss Viviana Templeton laid dead several floors below.
***
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