Send Me a Virgin

Chapter 6: A Show of Interest

Professor Snape stood stock still with his white hands clasped behind his back as his students filed into the classroom. As usual they were quiet and a little fearful but that was what he expected. Until they graduated and went on to their life’s work, they were to be submissive and respectful of their elders. He watched his seventh years file in and was amazed actually how many of them obtained the necessary O.W.L.’s to continue to this level, but it secretly pleased him because he knew he had taught them well.

As was customary with him, his face betrayed little emotion but when Miss Granger appeared in his classroom he felt a slight warming in his blood and a softening of his features. The black eyes followed her as she filed in and took her seat nearby Potter and Weasley. Apparently the potion was beginning to work – her face was slightly flushed and she looked…well…radiant. Snape swallowed almost involuntary and cleared his throat. The class stopped its murmurings and turned its attention to him.

“Very well,” he began. “Today we are to work on a particularly difficult potion, so turn your Advanced Potions Making book to page…”

And so it went. The hour ticked by slowly as he watched his students struggle with a particularly nasty potion. He paced as usual but found himself gliding by Miss Granger’s station more than once. Each time he swore he could feel something. As for Miss Granger, she was particularly unfocused for someone who was so adept in mixing. Once or twice he caught her squirming in her seat and once he was almost shocked to see the nubs of her nipples poking through her sweater. A thin line of sweat beaded on his brow when he saw that despite the dankness of the dungeon.

Snape refocused his mind on the classroom and prepared for what he needed to tell Miss Granger after class. It was evident that the potion was working so it wouldn’t be hard to put into play his ‘suggestion’.

At last it came time to review the students’ work. Surprisingly Potter was the only one in the class to get it right. More surprisingly was how quiet and focused he had been during the class. Maybe at last his life was settling down and he could concentrate on what he needed to do. Nevertheless, Professor Snape was disappointed in the results but he knew he had set them up for failure.

“Tonight’s homework is written on the board. You are free to go,” he imparted with a slight note of disapproval in his voice.

“Miss Granger, a word if you will,” Snape added as the students packed up their belongings and hurried out the door to lunch.

He watched her face flush again and it sent a slight shiver up and down his spine. This might be easier than he expected, Snape thought.

Once the room was empty, Miss Granger approached him as he sat on the edge of his desk. As she stood before him he felt the powerful pheromones of her sex emanating from her body. Again his body warmed and responded slightly.

“You wanted to see me Professor?” she asked. Her usual haughtiness was gone, replaced by a confused demeanor. She was uncertain about how she was feeling and he liked that. That made her that much more vulnerable and pliable.

“Miss Granger, I’m rather disappointed in your performance in class today. You seemed very distracted. Is there anything wrong?” he asked in a silky and non-threatening voice.

She looked down, momentarily embarrassed. “Sorry, I guess…I’m having trouble…”

He lifted an eyebrow. “Trouble with what?”

“I can’t seem to concentrate,” she said looking up at him. Her brown eyes bore into his soul.

He waved her concern away. “It’s not uncommon for seventh years. After all you are preparing for your new life outside of school, correct?”

“Yes…” she began.

He continued: “Miss Granger, although you may believe otherwise, I am very interested in helping you achieve top honors at this school and beyond. I can help you get over this, ah, problem. I am giving you detention this Saturday night.” He saw the look of shock on her face. “However, don’t view it as detention, but rather view it as help.”

“I, I guess so,” she said, her voice filled with disappointment.

Snape lowered his voice, now was the time for she was at her most vulnerable. “Miss Granger, look at me.”

Slowly she raised her head and her hair fell away from her fair face. Snape’s heart skipped a beat and he had to clear his throat again.

“I know what burns inside of you,” he whispered. “You are confused, aren’t you?”

He saw the battle waged on her face as she struggled to find the right answer.

“I am, sir.”

“I can help you, would you like that?”

The blood rose in her cheeks again and he pictured her for an instant tied down to his bed, the same blood rising. His cock stirred once and he fought it down.
“Yes, I would,” she replied as if in a trance.

Almost daring himself to do it, Snape lifted Miss Granger’s chin with his hand. The heat he felt was incredible.

“Then I shall see you on Saturday evening. I trust you know where to find me?”

The facial expression was hard to interpret but the brown eyes were windows into the soul. “Yes, I will see you at your apartments,” she whispered.

He released her and followed her movements with the black eyes again. As soon as she was out the door, he rushed out, locked it and followed her. He knew it was foolish but suddenly he wanted to know how she was going to deal with the situation.

Miss Granger hurried along the hallway filled with students streaming towards the great hall for lunch. Snape knew she wouldn’t be going there just yet, he knew the potion too well. And as if she had read his mind, she turned off the main hallway and down a little used corridor to a little used lavatory.

Snape fell back to a safe distance but he didn’t think it mattered, Miss Granger was intent on something and she was in her own little world by now.

At last she entered the girl’s lavatory, the one that only that insipid ghost Moaning Myrtle frequented. Snape waited a minute or two and slipped inside.

The lavatory was gloomy, the way he liked it. Thankfully there was no sign of Moaning Myrtle. No doubt she would be screeching and crying the way she always did. Instead he hid in the shadows and watched the scene unfold before him. What he saw made him gasp and his cock twitch painfully in his tight black pants.

Miss Granger was straddling the wide, deep, round sink in the back of the lavatory. Clutching the marble with two hands, she was already sliding her pussy along it vigorously. He noticed her panties were on the floor already so her bare mound must be gliding along that cold, hard marble. Head thrown back, she was beginning to get into the rhythm. Two pointy nubs strained through her sweater.

Snape couldn’t believe how she writhed and moaned as she humped the marble sink. The potion may have been stronger than he thought. He wondered vaguely if she would make it until Saturday without going completely insane. It was only Wednesday.

He pushed those thoughts aside and watched her ministrations. Without thinking, he reached down and began to rub his cock through his pants. It had been a while since he had been that hard but with the very horny Miss Granger, the same one who would fulfill his fantasies, so close at hand, he couldn’t help himself.

Miss Granger rubbed harder and tilted her head back. Snape pressed his cock into the wall and pushed. Miss Granger clutched and squeezed one breast. Snape bit his tongue.
Miss Granger increased her strokes and began to wail. Snape felt his balls bunch up and get ready to explode.

“Ohhhhhhh…” she wailed.

“Yes, do it,” he whispered.

“Fuck,” she panted.

“Now,” he said through clenched teeth.

At that moment, she stopped, raised her body up, shoved her fingers down below and came in a long, low moan. In his corner, the good professor felt his cock release and his pants were filled with cum.

“Oh such sweetness,” he uttered and with a quick swipe of his wand, the mess was gone from his pants and he slipped unseen from the lavatory as Miss Granger panted and began to regain her composure.