Perverted Potions

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Chapter 6: Bless Gryffindor Courage


“NO!” A loud bang reverberated down the Dungeon’s corridor.

What do I do?

“HELP! PLEASE!” The door did not budge, did not break, no matter how hard the girl pounded.

Someone, please! He – I can’t believe what he wants me to – No…

She gasped beautifully as the man in black snaked his arms around her tiny waist, something hard pressed into the small of her back. His hands roamed the front of her body, never stopping because her traitorous body responded so willingly.

This isn’t fair – This isn’t fair…. She whimpered as he rocked against her, his nose buried in the crook of her neck, taking in her scent.

“This is punishment, Miss Granger,” Snape growled as he nipped her shoulder. “You head-butted my penis, it hurts,” he pressed his aching member against her slowly; it hurt indeed. Hermione groaned. “You must kiss it… to make it better.”

Hermione could have sworn she felt her Sex-Ed professor’s lips curl into a smile. A smug one at that. As hard as she tried to bite down her lip to prevent the betrayal of her body’s pleasure, her want, another whimper escaped. The smile she felt on her skin widened.

“I think you agree with me, Miss Granger. A responsive partner is so much more enticing,” Snape said. Hermione felt something wet pool between her thighs.

She gave up and fell limp against his lean body; the burning sensation of temptation had won. She closed her eyes and felt one of his hands reach her shoulder and lightly push her around to face him. She raised her head to look into her Professor’s eyes.

“Hullo, my Sweet.” Hermione’s eyes widened to see Mr. Filch standing before her about to ravage her lips with his bear trap of a mouth.

Hermione’s scream echoed throughout Gryffindor Tower. She immediately sat up in her bed and clutched the sheets as if she were trying to protect her body from invisible eyes. She nearly screamed again after seeing Crookshanks at the foot of her bed, mistaking him for Mrs. Norris. She shivered then realized she was covered in a cold sweat.

Are these what you call ‘wet dreams’? They feel more like nightmares, Hermione thought. She yawned and rubbed her eyes, hoping against hope that her next dream would not consist of ANY Hogwarts faculty member.

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Snape could hardly conceal his giddiness. It was Tuesday night. That meant it was time yet again for Sexual Education. And with who? None other than the Gryffindor Know-it-all, Miss Granger, who was currently pining for her Professor; Snape was sure of it. This lesson would be the most intense one the two would ever go through with. The only problem is if he can convince her to go through with it.

He smirked as he thought of an idea to insure she would go through with it, And I could still benefit from it. It’s ingenious! He conjured up the doll, grasped its wrist and said, “Male.” After its transformation, he murmured a spell and returned to his seat. He watched his timepiece as it slowly reached seven pm.

He was graced to hear the creak of the door and a “Hello, Professor” as the know-it-all made her way into the classroom. The silly girl must be waiting outside until it is seven, so she doesn’t seem anxious to start. He smirked and set numerous wards down on the door; he would not allow her to leave without completing her “assignment”.

“Miss Granger,” Snape curtly nodded, “It occurred to me last class, that we are overlooking a serious act of sexual… recreation.” He smiled deviously. He saw Hermione swallow in silence. He chuckled inwardly and thought, Oh, how she will learn.

“We – We did?” Hermione squeaked.

“Oh, yes. I thought it was time we took a break from brewing potions and get back to experimentation with the – ”

Depraved Distorting – , Hermione thought.

“ – Dummy. I trust that you agree?” Snape raised an eyebrow.

“Uh, oh, heh, yes… sir. But what exactly would be going over today?” She licked her lips in earnest.

Without wasting a moment’s hesitation, he responded, rather confidently, “Fellatio.”

Hermione’s face fell expressionless; she was quickly reminded of her dream. She had the sudden urge to run out of the room, but stayed rooted to the floor. The silence was unbearable. The calm, almost-amused-look on Snape’s face was insufferable.

“You want me to,” Hermione started, “to put my mouth… on that?”

“Well, I think you would do more than just put your mouth on it, Miss Granger.” He put his hand up to silence her. “You signed up for this class. I am teaching you about Sex, you cannot deny that. I’m saving you the trouble of having your first time to be fumbling about, accidentally biting, and whatnot. You will have an idea on how to do the act just like before. No one is allowed in, who is not part of my class; lucky you, my sole student. However, you will not be allowed to leave until you finish your assignment.”

“My assignment?! You’ve got to be kidding!”

“Miss Granger. I am Severus Snape, Potions Professor of Hogwarts for the past 17 years. When have I ever kidded?” Hermione shrugged and nodded at this. 'Kidding' was not the Professor’s style.

“But still… It’s unusual, for a professor of mine to be watching me – giving head – to a doll.” Hermione looked down at the ground, focused on a stain on the stone floor.

Snape rolled his eyes, “Fine, Miss Granger. I’ll put a curtain up around you and the dummy, leaving you to your assignment. Is that satisfactory?” Hermione looked up and nodded, then I could just use my hands, he won’t be able to see.

Snape was a step ahead of her, “And you are not allowed to use your hands. I have it charmed to tell me whether you are just stroking it or actually performing fellatio.” Oh, he had it charmed alright. He cast a charm before she entered that would allow him to feel exactly what the dummy would receive from Hermione.

She furrowed her brow and stomped away towards the doll and waited by its side. Snape turned around and with the flick of his wand he conjured curtains that hovered in the air surrounding Hermione and the doll. He sat at his desk and pulled out some horrid 3rd years’ essays to grade as he waited for the completion of Hermione’s task.

Hermione found herself enclosed by black curtains beside the male aspect of the dummy. It sat at the end of table, its legs dangling. She tapped her foot impatiently, looking at the penis. This all feels like a mean joke. Is he still trying to get me out of this class? Because if he is, he’s going entirely too far. She gritted her teeth, when she heard him cough.

Obviously, he knew she hadn’t started yet. You have another thing coming, Snape, if you think I would drop this class. Divination was rubbish, but I’m actually learning something here, even if you despise teaching it. She dropped to her knees. You will not scare me away, Professor.

As if Snape heard her thoughts, he muttered, “Bless Gryffindor courage.” He felt a warm hand run along his length. He continued his marking, albeit a little slower than before.

Hermione began to rub the sponge penis into an erect state, which was about six inches. She seriously wondered if it would fit. She leaned forward slowly, unsure of what to do, she stared at it. The head looked like it was weeping; she used her thumb to spread its pre-cum. She braced herself for the invasion of her mouth. She took a deep breath and pushed everything from her mind. Grasping the shaft, she kissed the head. Snape hissed. Hermione sprang back up and looked in the direction of her Professor.

Snape slapped his hand over his mouth after the sensation had struck through him like lightning. Hermione must’ve heard him. Not knowing what else to do, he muttered, “McMillan, stupid boy,” and made a loud sound with his quill as if he was slashing the paper with a sword. He waited a moment and sighed as he felt the same sensation in his loins; she had continued.

Hermione clumsily made her way down and up the shaft with little kisses and soft caresses with her lips. She leaned onto her heels and wondered what else she could try. Her knees beginning to hurt, she conjured a pillow for them. After making herself more comfortable, she leaned in again and this time, beginning to start at the base of the shaft, she ran her tongue along the length of the penis and circled the head with her tongue. Snape said that semen tasted like salty, bitter even. But just like before when it was the female aspect, it tasted like Strawberry mousse. Perhaps the makers of the dummy wanted its cum to taste like the person’s favorite sweet. She circled the head again; she could’ve sworn she felt the dummy shudder.

Snape bit his lip as the sensations bore through him. His aching member was caught between the headband of his underpants and his stomach. It was painful to breathe as his penis rubbed against him, yet enjoyable at the same time while the feeling of Hermione’s tongue lingered. He was glad for the charm and the curtains. Snape was certain that without both, the experience would be much more excruciating.

Hermione stopped her ministrations and bit her lip; she felt warmth flood her stomach and fall deeper. Should this be exciting? She shrugged, she didn’t care. Enveloping as much as she could with her mouth, she groaned.

Oh dear motherfucking Merlin. Snape’s eyes rolled back, his mouth went slack.

She worked out a motion with her mouth and hand; the two would meet in the middle, each covering what they could not reach. With her free hand, she rubbed the inner thighs and caressed the testicles. She detached herself to blow hot air as she removed the warmth of her mouth. The doll raised its hands and entangled them in her hair and pushed her mouth back onto the penis. She gave a yelp of surprise; apparently, the other charm to make the doll respond from the last class was still on it.

The doll was forcing her down on its penis so roughly that she began to whimper and tears stream down her cheeks. She did everything to keep her throat relaxed lest she get sick and choke on her own vomit, while trying to struggle out of the doll’s grasp. Finally, she bit down. She thought she heard it scream in pain and then there was a clattering. What is going on?

Snape was doubled over in pain on the floor. Bloody, stupid girl. He took deep, rasping breaths, his eyes clenched shut. He opened them when he heard a muffled, “gerroff”. Laboriously, he removed himself from the floor. Thoroughly pissed, he wrenched open the curtains. Well, there’s a sight you don’t see every day.

An expressionless sponge-like human sitting up hunched over Hermione Granger, with its hands buried deep in her wild chestnut hair, was driving its sex into her mouth with such force, it would not give the girl the chance to bite down again. It was as if Snape was petrified. All he could do was blankly stare, his mouth hanging wide open.

He stared at Hermione who was staring back at him pleadingly from the corner of her eyes. He had forgotten for a second that it was her mouth giving him pleasure vicariously through a dummy… a dummy that was raping her mouth, shit. Shit. Shit. Shaking himself from the trance and trying hard to ignore the sensations, he grabbed the wrists of the dummy and pulled them from her hair, giving Hermione the chance to remove herself from the dummy.

Snape did not expect how the dummy would react. It struggled out of Snape’s hands and grabbed a hold of his head and pushed him down. Repeatedly. To its crotch. His eyes widened as remembered the warning the merchant gave him, “It must climax, make sure of that.” Snape pushed away the dummy, which rebounded off the desk it was previously perched on, made its way back to Snape. He let out a roar of frustration and for some odd reason, he slapped it.

“Petrificus Totalus!” yelled Hermione. Snape barely jumped out of the way after he saw the spurt of red light. The doll fell to the ground, lifeless as ever, sporting a huge erection. She looked up to her Professor, wiping her mouth, “Did you just slap a doll?”

“Well, at least I didn’t bite its penis,” he snapped. Hermione narrowed her eyes at him.

“How did you know I bit it?”

“Easy, he was raping your mouth as punishment,” he lied to her. Perfectly understandable.

She groaned in annoyance, “Why did you make me do that? And with of all things, a doll! A doll, Professor!”

He felt it safe to approach her, but covered his front carefully. Hermione petrifying the doll had unfortunately left his erection intact, but left the rest of him able to move. Great, a frozen penis. Thank you, Hermione Granger. Who said you were the 'star pupil' for nothing?

“What else would you have me do then?” He walked around her, carefully edging close to her, forcing her to back away. “Is there something – or someone – else that you would prefer to use?” He successfully pinned her against the door. “To put it bluntly, Miss Granger, you will give some bloke a blow job or a hand job sometime in your life and vice versa, whether you believe it or not. Why not learn the art of pleasure from someone who knows what it is like to receive and to give? Hmm?” She didn't answer, just looked at him.

Why do I always find myself pushed up against a hard place and Snape blocking me in, Hermione wondered. She was again reminded of her dream, except she faced him and Snape had his arms around her, but his hands rested on the door behind her. His black eyes bore into hers and for the first time, she seemed lost. The warmth spread throughout her underneath his stony gaze.

Snape growled at how Hermione was acting. He leaned in, telling himself that it was too early, not yet, not yet. Inches away from her mouth, he scowled and pushed himself away from the door. He nearly tripped over the dummy as he marched to his desk. Hermione just stared at him in confusion and frustration.

“Miss Granger, I thought I told you are not permitted to leave until you finish your assignment,” he hissed. She stared at him in defiance, unmoving and completely infuriated.

“After what just happened?” she retorted hotly. “I think not. It seemed it wanted you to finish up, the way it grabbed hold of your head earlier.”

He glared at her, “Sir.”

She stuck her tongue out at him.

“How mature,” he droned. “Fine. Finish it with your hands. But the next time, I present you with something such as this; there will be no curtains and no help from me if it goes out of control for your impertinence.” He made a biting motion with his mouth, the sound of his teeth clashing together made her grimace.

She approached the dummy and kneeled beside it, not daring to remove the spell in case it should attack her again, she began to work the shaft. She never took her eyes off of Snape, who was unbeknownst to her, feeling her ‘handiwork’. He and the doll were not long from reaching completion.

The two stared at each other for the longest, uncomfortable time, until the doll gave out and released itself under Hermione’s hand. Snape snorted as if amused by her performance, but really trying to cover his own release. Hermione wiped his amused expression, fake or not, from his face as she licked her hand clean, never taking her eyes off of him.

She rose to her feet and said, “Was that satisfactory enough for my assignment, Professor?”

Snape nodded. He lifted the wards wordlessly.

“Then I will leave you now. Goodnight, Professor.”

She left him speechless. Snape stared at the door, before placing the wards down again. He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding and suddenly felt light-headed. He removed the charm that let him feel what the dummy was feeling and scourgified it before hiding it in some storage space.

He sat in his seat again and placed his elbows on his knees, before burying his face in his hands. He sniffed the air and smelled the scent of sex, then his underwear felt uncomfortable. Ugh. This didn’t go as I hoped it would. He scourgified himself, thinking back to when Hermione licked her hand. Perhaps living vicariously through a sex doll wasn’t one of my better ideas…

Then another idea came to him and he snapped his fingers, Miss Granger, you taunted me tonight and you will feel my wrath. Oh… how you will feel it.

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