Merry XXXmas, Professor Snape

Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to JKR. All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
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Chapter 6 ~ The Process of Making a Dream Come True

The Professor left a thoroughly kissed and rather hot-eyed Miss Granger in his study, feeling rather proud of his ability to make the young witch respond to him in such a physical manner. He would enjoy deflowering her, but felt a sense of disquiet of how she wanted him to do it. The Potions Master wasn’t a romantic by any means, but he felt the deflowerment of such a lovely young woman as Miss Granger shouldn’t happen with her tied up and bent over a desk. There was something innately wrong with that picture.

As he walked into his potions office, he decided to test the door leading into the corridor. As he suspected, it would not open. So he was being allowed to retrieve the potions he needed to provide the witch with a pleasurable experience, but neither of them were allowed to leave his rooms, presumably until the deflowerment was completed. He was fine with that. Now that he had moved past his reservations, with the help of Miss Granger’s sincere declarations of desire and respect for him, he wanted to fuck the witch badly. His entire body was tense and aching for contact with her though he realized just touching her intimately would probably make him explode. Of course, usually after the first ejaculation, a man’s staying power increased, but he didn’t want to make her wait while he recovered. He would take the potions and insure he would be able to give her what she needed when she needed it.

He walked into the potions classroom and headed for his stores. He unwarded the door wandlessly and ignited the torches. He peered at the shelves looking for the stamina potion. He found it and checked the expiration date. Yes, it was still at top potency. He opened the bottle and drank deeply. He immediately felt the strengthening power of the brew, and smirked. He closed the bottle and set it back on the shelf. He then said an incantation, and a shelf appeared high on the right side of the storeroom. It held his more volatile potions. He pulled the stepladder from the corner and mounted it. His black eyes scanned the bottles and vial until he located a powerful lust potion made exclusively for males. This potion was very dangerous if taken wrongly. The user could injure either his partner or himself. There had been instances of men fisting the skin off their penises when unable to find a mate. Also reports of sexual assaults abounded. He would have to be very careful. A drop was enough to make a man randy for hours.

The Professor opened a small tin and took out a tiny sheet of blotter parchment and set it down on the shelf, then opened the bottle of lust potion, careful not to let the liquid touch his skin. It would have the same effect as if he took it by mouth. The potion had a dropper. He carefully squeezed out the contents then merely dipped the dropper into the potion. He held it steady until all excess liquid dripped clear, then carefully smeared a tiny, tiny glistening line on to the blotter paper. He replaced the dropper, tightened the cap and put the potion back on the shelf. He said another incantation and the shelf disappeared.

The Potions Master placed the blotter parchment on his tongue and let it rest there for a minute or so. He felt a very small tingle race up his cock. The lust potion had taken hold. He had only taken enough to keep from coming too soon, not to maintain his erection. He was going to have no problem with that. He removed the blotter paper from his mouth, and ignited it to make sure the residue was properly disposed of.

The Professor stepped down off the stepladder, folded it and set it back in the corner. He extinguished the torches and rewarded the doors. He walked swiftly through the potions class, his office and back into the study to the waiting witch. The wall slid closed behind him. He turned to look at it, then shrugged. He already knew that whatever power was at work here was determined that the Potions Master give his student what she craved. But no more determined than he was. When he entered the room, Hermione had risen from the armchair and walked around to him. Her amber eyes were still hot, and she moved as if to embrace him again. The Professor held her back. He had decided if she wanted her fantasy, he would do it right. And that required them to ease away from the kissing and caressing and into other more suitable roles.

"Miss Granger, if you would have me fulfill your fantasy of being spanked, then we have to refrain from the … foreplay we’ve been indulging in. We have to get into our roles. I think it best…” he began.

The wall suddenly slid open again. The Professor looked at the open exit, then back at Hermione, his eyes glittering.

“I think it best,” he continued, “to proceed to the Potions classroom. Since your dream has me punishing you for annoying me, it makes sense to be in the proper surroundings where your previous offenses have taken place. I can “get into character”.

Hermione felt a bit of wetness pulse out of her. Snape was close enough to see the slight reaction. What was more, he could detect a scent of arousal coming from the young witch. He breathed deeply. It had been a long time since he had smelled that sweet aroma. Even longer since he had tasted it. He walked to the small table and picked up the ropes and paddle. He left the blindfold. He returned to Hermione and offered her his arm.

“Come, Miss Granger,” he said silkily. The witch linked her arm in his.

Together they exited the study, walked through his office and into the Potions class. Snape seated her at her usual place, then walked around his desk and placed the ropes and paddle in the top drawer. He then walked back around and leaned against his desk, his arms folded, looking down at Hermione, his dark eyes intense.

“Now Miss Granger, here is the scenario. I will be attempting to give a lecture, and you will keep interrupting me until the point I become enraged and fulfill your fantasy. Now, I have heard in instances like these, when violence is employed as part of a sexual fantasy, a safe word is used to stop the fantasy if the pain becomes too intense. I think we need to employ the same approach. We will select a safe word to stop the fantasy. You say the safe word, and I will stop whatever it is I am doing to you. Understand?”

Hermione nodded.

“What word?” Hermione asked.

“Something you wouldn’t usually say in a situation such as this. For example ‘stop’ would not be a good word because you might want to use it during the fantasy to protest my spanking you, but really want me to continue,” he said.

“Okay,” said Hermione, “Heffalump. Heffalump will be the safe word.”

“What on earth is a Heffalump?” Snape asked her, cocking his head.

“Well, it’s something like an elephant…a fantasy creature from a children’s book. I’ve always liked the word.”

“An elephant?” the Professor said.

“Never mind, Professor. That’s the word though,” she said.

“Heffalump,” the Professor repeated, cementing the odd word in his mind. He looked at the witch in front of him. He could see the excitement in her eyes, and felt a little jolt of it himself. Her enthusiasm was contagious. He had initially had his reservations about spanking her, but now it seemed it would be rather…dare he think it…fun. He hadn’t had fun in a long time. Snape looked at her.

“Are you ready, Miss Granger?” he said in a stern voice.

“Yes sir,” she responded, her excitement making her voice quaver.

Time to role-play.

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A/N: I figured they might as well go all out for this little fantasy of hers. Please review.