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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Adult ++
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19
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34,419
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85
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An Act of Indulgence
Chapter 7: An Act of Indulgence
As Hermione slipped out of the girls’ lavatory only minutes behind Professor Snape she had sufficiently regained her composure to be aware of what she had done. Once the rising passion brought on from her strange conversation with the Potions Master had subsided her senses sharpened and she immediately became aware of Mrs. Norris prancing down the hallway, closely followed by the suspicious Mr. Filch.
“What you doing in this corridor, Granger?” he growled as his cat arched her body against his skinny legs.
“I, I uh was reading something and took a wrong turn,” she stammered.
He scowled and looked down at her. “I suppose it had nothing to do with Professor Snape, did it?”
“What do you mean?”
“I just saw him scampering off from the same direction.”
She shrugged but inside she was frightened. Did Snape see her? She wanted to vomit just then.
Filch narrowed his eyes at her. “Are you alright?”
She shook her head. “I feel a little weak; I need to get some food.” And with that she scurried off to the Great Hall to catch lunch before it ended.
Harry and Ron were still there and she sat down next to them and nervously picked at her food. The events of the morning were still a bit hazy to her and she was puzzled by the soreness between her legs.
“So what did old Snape want you for?” inquired Ron in a teasing tone.
She glanced at Harry but he was looking down at an open book, suddenly intent on something.
“Oh, he was disappointed in my potion, I guess,” she said uncertainly.
“Oh he was, was he?” Ron asked, laughing. “Harry was the only one to get it right!”
He clapped Harry on the back and Harry grinned back at him. Hermione gazed at Harry and felt that itch between her legs stir again. The itch that didn’t seem to want to go away, no matter what she did. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat but the conversation, thankfully steered away from her and back to Quidditch.
Hermione was calm for the next hour or so, but by the end of Ancient Runes class she was feeling that sensation build in her again. Normally her logical mind would try to work out what was wrong, but all logic had abandoned her. Instead she was a slave to her desires. Vaguely she wondered if Professor Snape had anything to do with it. After her strange conversation with him after Potions class, she felt an overwhelming urge and had to quickly satisfy it. Hermione’s cheeks burned as she recalled humping the lavatory sink. It was shocking behavior.
But the behavior continued to shock her that evening when she slipped down to the common room after everyone had deserted it. Her pussy was sopping wet from thinking about some very naughty things and her nipples were two diamond points. When she was at last able to escape the couch and hide under the blanket, her fingers began to expertly pull apart her lips to find the jewel contained within.
What she didn’t realize was that each time she satisfied herself, it only raised the bar for wanting more. Soon she would need more than her fingers. But as she rubbed her engorged clit, little else permeated her mind. Instead she was treated to visions of Harry. Harry kissing her. Harry touching her breasts. Harry reaching down to rub her pussy. Harry’s cock…
The thoughts of Harry actually fucking her drove her to a new level of desire. Recklessly she turned over and got on her hands and knees, her naked ass sticking up and lowered her breasts until her nipples grazed painfully along the supple leather of the couch. She resumed diddling herself as each swipe of her nipples heightened her passion but at the same time introduced her to the darkness of pain.
Yes pain, she wanted it. She wanted to be punished for what she was doing and what she was thinking. The voice inside her head told her that pain would be hers if she waited. Suddenly images of Harry disappeared and Professor Snape’s ivory face and black hair swam into view. Why he was there, she did not know but had a vague idea it was all connected to what had happened that day and what would happen on Saturday.
As the juices flowed freely from her cunt to her fingers and thighs she saw herself in the same position as she offered her ass to her professor completely. In this vision she was not in control however, but eagerly welcomed the pain he would inflict on her. Had she not been under the influence of a power potion, she would have been shocked and sickened by her visions. Instead she sucked on her index finger and imagined it was a cock she was sucking, only bigger so that her mouth was stretched painfully. And not only would her pussy be violated, but her ass - both outside and in.
Remembering what she had done that day in the lavatory, she urged herself to move faster, harder, closer to the delicious climax that would bring her enough calmness to go to sleep. She desperately needed sleep. Hermione’s body was in overdrive and without the replenishment of sleep she would completely lose it.
As her naked body moved faster and her creamy white skin flushed red with exertion, she was completely unawares of Ginny Weasley standing on the bottom of the stairs in shock. Ginny had crept downstairs to retrieve a book she had forgotten but when she saw Hermione writhing and moaning like a bitch in heat she was shocked. She watched as her friend tortured herself on the couch and before she knew it, Hermione was cumming. And cumming very hard by the looks of it. Ginny was no stranger to sex but what she saw made her blush and feel slightly sick. When Hermione was done she raced up the stairs as fast as she could without making a sound.
Hermione collapsed on the couch unawares and let the sweat evaporate from her body. As she fell into a doze, her body twitched a few times and her mind at last quieted. She woke thirty minutes later shivering so she dressed and went to bed only to sleep like the dead.
As Hermione slipped out of the girls’ lavatory only minutes behind Professor Snape she had sufficiently regained her composure to be aware of what she had done. Once the rising passion brought on from her strange conversation with the Potions Master had subsided her senses sharpened and she immediately became aware of Mrs. Norris prancing down the hallway, closely followed by the suspicious Mr. Filch.
“What you doing in this corridor, Granger?” he growled as his cat arched her body against his skinny legs.
“I, I uh was reading something and took a wrong turn,” she stammered.
He scowled and looked down at her. “I suppose it had nothing to do with Professor Snape, did it?”
“What do you mean?”
“I just saw him scampering off from the same direction.”
She shrugged but inside she was frightened. Did Snape see her? She wanted to vomit just then.
Filch narrowed his eyes at her. “Are you alright?”
She shook her head. “I feel a little weak; I need to get some food.” And with that she scurried off to the Great Hall to catch lunch before it ended.
Harry and Ron were still there and she sat down next to them and nervously picked at her food. The events of the morning were still a bit hazy to her and she was puzzled by the soreness between her legs.
“So what did old Snape want you for?” inquired Ron in a teasing tone.
She glanced at Harry but he was looking down at an open book, suddenly intent on something.
“Oh, he was disappointed in my potion, I guess,” she said uncertainly.
“Oh he was, was he?” Ron asked, laughing. “Harry was the only one to get it right!”
He clapped Harry on the back and Harry grinned back at him. Hermione gazed at Harry and felt that itch between her legs stir again. The itch that didn’t seem to want to go away, no matter what she did. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat but the conversation, thankfully steered away from her and back to Quidditch.
Hermione was calm for the next hour or so, but by the end of Ancient Runes class she was feeling that sensation build in her again. Normally her logical mind would try to work out what was wrong, but all logic had abandoned her. Instead she was a slave to her desires. Vaguely she wondered if Professor Snape had anything to do with it. After her strange conversation with him after Potions class, she felt an overwhelming urge and had to quickly satisfy it. Hermione’s cheeks burned as she recalled humping the lavatory sink. It was shocking behavior.
But the behavior continued to shock her that evening when she slipped down to the common room after everyone had deserted it. Her pussy was sopping wet from thinking about some very naughty things and her nipples were two diamond points. When she was at last able to escape the couch and hide under the blanket, her fingers began to expertly pull apart her lips to find the jewel contained within.
What she didn’t realize was that each time she satisfied herself, it only raised the bar for wanting more. Soon she would need more than her fingers. But as she rubbed her engorged clit, little else permeated her mind. Instead she was treated to visions of Harry. Harry kissing her. Harry touching her breasts. Harry reaching down to rub her pussy. Harry’s cock…
The thoughts of Harry actually fucking her drove her to a new level of desire. Recklessly she turned over and got on her hands and knees, her naked ass sticking up and lowered her breasts until her nipples grazed painfully along the supple leather of the couch. She resumed diddling herself as each swipe of her nipples heightened her passion but at the same time introduced her to the darkness of pain.
Yes pain, she wanted it. She wanted to be punished for what she was doing and what she was thinking. The voice inside her head told her that pain would be hers if she waited. Suddenly images of Harry disappeared and Professor Snape’s ivory face and black hair swam into view. Why he was there, she did not know but had a vague idea it was all connected to what had happened that day and what would happen on Saturday.
As the juices flowed freely from her cunt to her fingers and thighs she saw herself in the same position as she offered her ass to her professor completely. In this vision she was not in control however, but eagerly welcomed the pain he would inflict on her. Had she not been under the influence of a power potion, she would have been shocked and sickened by her visions. Instead she sucked on her index finger and imagined it was a cock she was sucking, only bigger so that her mouth was stretched painfully. And not only would her pussy be violated, but her ass - both outside and in.
Remembering what she had done that day in the lavatory, she urged herself to move faster, harder, closer to the delicious climax that would bring her enough calmness to go to sleep. She desperately needed sleep. Hermione’s body was in overdrive and without the replenishment of sleep she would completely lose it.
As her naked body moved faster and her creamy white skin flushed red with exertion, she was completely unawares of Ginny Weasley standing on the bottom of the stairs in shock. Ginny had crept downstairs to retrieve a book she had forgotten but when she saw Hermione writhing and moaning like a bitch in heat she was shocked. She watched as her friend tortured herself on the couch and before she knew it, Hermione was cumming. And cumming very hard by the looks of it. Ginny was no stranger to sex but what she saw made her blush and feel slightly sick. When Hermione was done she raced up the stairs as fast as she could without making a sound.
Hermione collapsed on the couch unawares and let the sweat evaporate from her body. As she fell into a doze, her body twitched a few times and her mind at last quieted. She woke thirty minutes later shivering so she dressed and went to bed only to sleep like the dead.