Professor Snape Bangs Again
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Adult ++
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Heading Out with Confidence
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to JKR. All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
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Chapter 6 ~ Heading Out with Confidence
Shortly before curfew Severus Snape heard a knock on his office door from his study. Frowning blackly, he entered his office and threw the door open expecting to see Hermione. She wasn't there. Instead there was a folded parchment magically stuck to his door. The Potions Master looked up the corridor but didn't see anyone. Obviously the witch had left quickly. He pulled the parchment off his door, read it and smirked.
One word was written on it. Yes.
The Potions Master re-entered his office and closed the door.
A slight shimmer emerged from the opposite end of the corridor, moved past the Potions office and headed toward the main hall. It was Hermione. She had wanted to see his reaction. He smirked.
Smug bastard.
Well he'd be smirking out of the other side of his face by the time this was over.
Hermione headed toward Gryffindor tower. Her decision was made. She had to deal with the Potions Master now, but at least it would be on more equal grounds.
She could handle this now.
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Severus immediately began to plan his weekend with Hermione. There would be a lot of sex, but he also had work to do, so she wouldn't be constantly under him as she expected. But he had a special requirement that she would have to follow the entire weekend. It would be quite a surprise for the witch.
And quite enjoyable for him.
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The Potions Master held Hermione back after class Friday afternoon.
"I see you decided to make the most logical choice concerning your future, Miss Granger," he purred at her, his dark eyes rather hot. "I have a couple of instructions for you. You will wear traditional robes when we go to my abode. No muggle clothing. I am a bit of a traditionalist. You need not bring an overnight bag. I have everything you'll need including a contraceptive patch. You will meet me at my office at precisely seven o'clock, at which time we will depart. I expect you to be cooperative, Miss Granger. You will fulfill my every request without question. Spending the weekend with me is no guarantee of compliance on my part. I have to be satisfied. Do you understand?"
"Yes Professor," Hermione said.
"When we arrive at my home, you will address me as Severus while you are with me. Likewise I will address you as Hermione. We will not be teacher and student, but two consenting adults and will address each other accordingly," he added.
Hermione nodded.
"I understand, Professor," the witch replied, her eyes meeting his coolly.
The Potions Master found this disturbing. Alarms were going off in his head. As a spy, he noticed when a person was acting in an unusual manner. Hermione was not reacting the way she usually did when faced with an insurmountable situation. The Professor's eyes narrowed. He would watch the witch closely. He was well aware Hermione was capable of some quite Slytherin-like acts and he wasn't about to let the witch pull anything over on him. She'd be very, very sorry if she tried.
"Very well," he said evenly, "Return to your house, Miss Granger. I will see you promptly at seven. Don't be late."
There was a bit of a growl in his voice that guaranteed he'd be displeased if she was.
"I'll be on time," she replied, turning away and walking toward the door in that same unruffled manner.
Hermione left the classroom, the Potions Master gazing after her thoughtfully, his brows drawn together.
Yes, he'd have to watch the witch closely.
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Hermione showered and washed her hair, making sure she was squeaky clean all over. At last she would find out what sex really was all about. Her first night with the Potions Master hardly qualified as sex as much as it did as a one-sided fuckfest for the wizard. Hermione had been forced to orgasm several times, but she felt little pleasure. This time, with the help of the First Night potion she would experience pleasure no matter how hard the Professor fucked her. And this was the secret to her confidence around him. She had some control over her responses to him.
Hermione exited the shower and walked naked into her room, opening her wardrobe drawer and selecting a pair of white cotton knickers and a white cotton bra. She had sexy underwear, but she wasn't about to wear them for him. Then she pulled on a simple white dress with straps that fell just above her knees. It wasn't really the time of year for it, but she would have on her robes and was sure they would remain indoors for the entire weekend.
Her disappearing for the weekend would not raise any eyebrows. She often popped home to London to see her parents unannounced. It would be assumed she was there, and there would be no inquiries to her whereabouts.
Hermione walked over to her nightstand, opened it and took out the bottles of First Night and Tenderness potions. She kissed each of them, miniaturized, then put them in separate pockets of her robes. She looked at the clock. It read a quarter to seven.
Hermione looked at herself in the mirror. She looked fine. Her hair was brushed to a curly sheen. She didn't wear any makeup or jewelry. There was no need. Clearly the Professor was interested in only one thing, and it made no sense to try and pretty up the rest of her.
The witch headed out of Gryffindor tower, ready for her date with the devil.
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The Potions Master sat at his desk, his eyes on the clock. It read three minutes to seven. Soon Hermione would arrive and in a little while he'd be buried in her tight little twat up to his balls, listening to her shriek. Merlin, this was going to be a good weekend. The wizard's study wall was open, ready to receive them the moment the witch arrived. He wasn't going to waste any time dawdling.
The moment the minute hand clicked over to the twelve, a knock sounded on the Potions office door. Severus took a deep breath, rose from his desk, walked over to the door and opened it to find Hermione standing there, looking up at him with her wide amber eyes. She still had an innocent look about her that made his dark side do somersaults. Yet, that unsettling confidence was still apparent. No sign of nervousness at all. Considering what he had done to her in a couple of hours the last time together, the witch should be quivering in her trainers.
She was up to something, he was sure of it.
"Come in Miss Granger. Head for the study please," the Potions Master said, gesturing toward the open study wall.
Hermione entered without a word, the Professor closing and warding the door behind her and watching as the witch entered his study. He followed her into the study, his eyes sweeping over her robes. She had followed his instructions and not brought anything with her.
Unless she had something in her pockets, that is. But that wouldn't matter.
He lowered the study wall as Hermione stopped in the middle of the room and turned to look at him. He was in his traditional robes, looking very much the part of the Professor. She could faintly smell the scent of sandalwood as Severus approached her, stopping mere inches away. He looked down on the curvaceous, petite witch, his cock throbbing with remembrance.
"I can't wait to fuck you, Hermione," he breathed, his dark eyes glittering. "I'm going to enjoy this weekend very much, witch."
Hermione looked up at the tall wizard and swallowed.
"I'm going to enjoy attending Lewder's," she responded.
Severus smirked at her.
"Your attendance to your university of choice is practically assured. Just do as I say and that scholarship will be yours," the Professor purred, grasped her arm and pulling her close to him.
Without another word, they disapparated.
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They reappeared in what appeared to be a living room with wall-to-wall bookshelves filled with books, carpeting, a large sofa, two armchairs and a fireplace. Magical lamps sat on end tables on either side of the sofa, and a writing desk with supplies sat in the far corner. There was a large, but tasteful muggle painting of a naked woman over the fireplace. It was quite nice.
"My home," Severus said shortly, walking to the middle of the living room and turning to face Hermione.
Suddenly he pulled out his wand, pointed it at her and breathed, "divesto!"
All of Hermione's clothing disappeared, leaving her buck-naked. She let out a little shriek and tried to cover herself. Severus smirked at her as she did a poor job of covering all her luscious curves.
"Where are my clothes?" Hermione cried at him.
"Don't be concerned about that. You won't be seeing them until Monday morning, Hermione. You will spend this entire weekend with me, nude," he replied, his eyes growing dark.
Hermione stared at him. Dear gods. The potions…they were in the pockets of her robes and she had no idea where her clothing was.
"I want to know where my clothes are," she insisted.
The Potions Master scowled at her.
"You do not need, nor will you have your clothing until our weekend is finished, Hermione. Now if you keep whining about it, you can count on another very red, sore ass, witch," Severus snarled.
Hermione fell silent. She had no doubt he would spank her again if she were uncooperative.
Severus studied her. She had wanted her clothing very badly. Hm. He'd have to go check them.
"Sit down right there," he said, pointing to the armchair, "I'll be right back."
Hermione moved to the chair, still attempting to cover herself and sat down as the Potions Master exited the room. She hugged herself tightly.
The witch was ass-deep in dragon dung now.
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A/N: Whoops. Hermione didn't see that one coming. The Potions Master intends for her to be naked all weekend…and now is going to check her clothes. :::shaking head::: Ah well, Hermione…you made the effort, girl. Please review, ya'll. (I'm laughing…can't help it. That was pretty wicked. Lololol.)
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Chapter 6 ~ Heading Out with Confidence
Shortly before curfew Severus Snape heard a knock on his office door from his study. Frowning blackly, he entered his office and threw the door open expecting to see Hermione. She wasn't there. Instead there was a folded parchment magically stuck to his door. The Potions Master looked up the corridor but didn't see anyone. Obviously the witch had left quickly. He pulled the parchment off his door, read it and smirked.
One word was written on it. Yes.
The Potions Master re-entered his office and closed the door.
A slight shimmer emerged from the opposite end of the corridor, moved past the Potions office and headed toward the main hall. It was Hermione. She had wanted to see his reaction. He smirked.
Smug bastard.
Well he'd be smirking out of the other side of his face by the time this was over.
Hermione headed toward Gryffindor tower. Her decision was made. She had to deal with the Potions Master now, but at least it would be on more equal grounds.
She could handle this now.
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Severus immediately began to plan his weekend with Hermione. There would be a lot of sex, but he also had work to do, so she wouldn't be constantly under him as she expected. But he had a special requirement that she would have to follow the entire weekend. It would be quite a surprise for the witch.
And quite enjoyable for him.
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The Potions Master held Hermione back after class Friday afternoon.
"I see you decided to make the most logical choice concerning your future, Miss Granger," he purred at her, his dark eyes rather hot. "I have a couple of instructions for you. You will wear traditional robes when we go to my abode. No muggle clothing. I am a bit of a traditionalist. You need not bring an overnight bag. I have everything you'll need including a contraceptive patch. You will meet me at my office at precisely seven o'clock, at which time we will depart. I expect you to be cooperative, Miss Granger. You will fulfill my every request without question. Spending the weekend with me is no guarantee of compliance on my part. I have to be satisfied. Do you understand?"
"Yes Professor," Hermione said.
"When we arrive at my home, you will address me as Severus while you are with me. Likewise I will address you as Hermione. We will not be teacher and student, but two consenting adults and will address each other accordingly," he added.
Hermione nodded.
"I understand, Professor," the witch replied, her eyes meeting his coolly.
The Potions Master found this disturbing. Alarms were going off in his head. As a spy, he noticed when a person was acting in an unusual manner. Hermione was not reacting the way she usually did when faced with an insurmountable situation. The Professor's eyes narrowed. He would watch the witch closely. He was well aware Hermione was capable of some quite Slytherin-like acts and he wasn't about to let the witch pull anything over on him. She'd be very, very sorry if she tried.
"Very well," he said evenly, "Return to your house, Miss Granger. I will see you promptly at seven. Don't be late."
There was a bit of a growl in his voice that guaranteed he'd be displeased if she was.
"I'll be on time," she replied, turning away and walking toward the door in that same unruffled manner.
Hermione left the classroom, the Potions Master gazing after her thoughtfully, his brows drawn together.
Yes, he'd have to watch the witch closely.
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Hermione showered and washed her hair, making sure she was squeaky clean all over. At last she would find out what sex really was all about. Her first night with the Potions Master hardly qualified as sex as much as it did as a one-sided fuckfest for the wizard. Hermione had been forced to orgasm several times, but she felt little pleasure. This time, with the help of the First Night potion she would experience pleasure no matter how hard the Professor fucked her. And this was the secret to her confidence around him. She had some control over her responses to him.
Hermione exited the shower and walked naked into her room, opening her wardrobe drawer and selecting a pair of white cotton knickers and a white cotton bra. She had sexy underwear, but she wasn't about to wear them for him. Then she pulled on a simple white dress with straps that fell just above her knees. It wasn't really the time of year for it, but she would have on her robes and was sure they would remain indoors for the entire weekend.
Her disappearing for the weekend would not raise any eyebrows. She often popped home to London to see her parents unannounced. It would be assumed she was there, and there would be no inquiries to her whereabouts.
Hermione walked over to her nightstand, opened it and took out the bottles of First Night and Tenderness potions. She kissed each of them, miniaturized, then put them in separate pockets of her robes. She looked at the clock. It read a quarter to seven.
Hermione looked at herself in the mirror. She looked fine. Her hair was brushed to a curly sheen. She didn't wear any makeup or jewelry. There was no need. Clearly the Professor was interested in only one thing, and it made no sense to try and pretty up the rest of her.
The witch headed out of Gryffindor tower, ready for her date with the devil.
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The Potions Master sat at his desk, his eyes on the clock. It read three minutes to seven. Soon Hermione would arrive and in a little while he'd be buried in her tight little twat up to his balls, listening to her shriek. Merlin, this was going to be a good weekend. The wizard's study wall was open, ready to receive them the moment the witch arrived. He wasn't going to waste any time dawdling.
The moment the minute hand clicked over to the twelve, a knock sounded on the Potions office door. Severus took a deep breath, rose from his desk, walked over to the door and opened it to find Hermione standing there, looking up at him with her wide amber eyes. She still had an innocent look about her that made his dark side do somersaults. Yet, that unsettling confidence was still apparent. No sign of nervousness at all. Considering what he had done to her in a couple of hours the last time together, the witch should be quivering in her trainers.
She was up to something, he was sure of it.
"Come in Miss Granger. Head for the study please," the Potions Master said, gesturing toward the open study wall.
Hermione entered without a word, the Professor closing and warding the door behind her and watching as the witch entered his study. He followed her into the study, his eyes sweeping over her robes. She had followed his instructions and not brought anything with her.
Unless she had something in her pockets, that is. But that wouldn't matter.
He lowered the study wall as Hermione stopped in the middle of the room and turned to look at him. He was in his traditional robes, looking very much the part of the Professor. She could faintly smell the scent of sandalwood as Severus approached her, stopping mere inches away. He looked down on the curvaceous, petite witch, his cock throbbing with remembrance.
"I can't wait to fuck you, Hermione," he breathed, his dark eyes glittering. "I'm going to enjoy this weekend very much, witch."
Hermione looked up at the tall wizard and swallowed.
"I'm going to enjoy attending Lewder's," she responded.
Severus smirked at her.
"Your attendance to your university of choice is practically assured. Just do as I say and that scholarship will be yours," the Professor purred, grasped her arm and pulling her close to him.
Without another word, they disapparated.
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They reappeared in what appeared to be a living room with wall-to-wall bookshelves filled with books, carpeting, a large sofa, two armchairs and a fireplace. Magical lamps sat on end tables on either side of the sofa, and a writing desk with supplies sat in the far corner. There was a large, but tasteful muggle painting of a naked woman over the fireplace. It was quite nice.
"My home," Severus said shortly, walking to the middle of the living room and turning to face Hermione.
Suddenly he pulled out his wand, pointed it at her and breathed, "divesto!"
All of Hermione's clothing disappeared, leaving her buck-naked. She let out a little shriek and tried to cover herself. Severus smirked at her as she did a poor job of covering all her luscious curves.
"Where are my clothes?" Hermione cried at him.
"Don't be concerned about that. You won't be seeing them until Monday morning, Hermione. You will spend this entire weekend with me, nude," he replied, his eyes growing dark.
Hermione stared at him. Dear gods. The potions…they were in the pockets of her robes and she had no idea where her clothing was.
"I want to know where my clothes are," she insisted.
The Potions Master scowled at her.
"You do not need, nor will you have your clothing until our weekend is finished, Hermione. Now if you keep whining about it, you can count on another very red, sore ass, witch," Severus snarled.
Hermione fell silent. She had no doubt he would spank her again if she were uncooperative.
Severus studied her. She had wanted her clothing very badly. Hm. He'd have to go check them.
"Sit down right there," he said, pointing to the armchair, "I'll be right back."
Hermione moved to the chair, still attempting to cover herself and sat down as the Potions Master exited the room. She hugged herself tightly.
The witch was ass-deep in dragon dung now.
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A/N: Whoops. Hermione didn't see that one coming. The Potions Master intends for her to be naked all weekend…and now is going to check her clothes. :::shaking head::: Ah well, Hermione…you made the effort, girl. Please review, ya'll. (I'm laughing…can't help it. That was pretty wicked. Lololol.)