100 Ways to Kill a Weasley
folder
Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
93
Views:
41,840
Reviews:
236
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
1
Category:
Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
93
Views:
41,840
Reviews:
236
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
1
Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
There Can Only Be One
There Can Only Be One
"Hermione will be thrilled," Ron thought.
Ron had managed to Accio the hair of a particularly stunning and statuesque woman. Hermione had always been particularly fond of large breasts.
Tonight was date night: Hermione would polyjuice herself into Snape, and Ron would turn into this woman. The woman would hit on “Snape” at a bar, perhaps have sex in the bathroom or against the wall, and then they would go to a hotel and hopefully have passionate sex for the rest of the night.
Hermione had quite enjoyed herself before when Ron had become Snape, due to Snape’s large tool. Also, his prominent nose was quite useful during cunnilingus. Ron wanted to try out the Snape experience too.
Ron had hit the jackpot with his wonderful Hermione. She was pretty, one of the cleverest witches in Britain, loving, loyal, and his best friend. And they had a mind-blowing sex life. Threesomes, nipple clamps, honey dust, sex swings, levitation, extra body parts—Hermione was as thorough in her research and experimentation of sex as she was in all other topics, and Ron was more than happy to help. Role-playing was a particular favorite of theirs.
Ron smiled goofily as he thought of the upcoming night.
He swallowed the potion, then performed a few experimental stretches. Excellent, he had found a particularly flexible body. He transfigured for himself a (decidedly skintight) snakeskin print minidress and bronze low-heeled thigh-high boots (he couldn’t get the hang of taller shoes), and stepped out of the alleyway. He had walked only a block before he was suddenly grabbed and pulled into a different alleyway.
The assailant turned Ron around and growled, “In the end, there can only be one. Draw your wand.”
And Ron knew no more.
********
Hermione sat at the bar, alone and slightly disappointed. What was keeping Ron? It’s been almost an hour already. Suddenly, there was a hiss. Someone grabbed her elbow and disapparated with her. After the dizziness faded, she looked up and around. She didn’t recognize the room at all.
A wand pressed into throat. “Who are you, and why are you impersonating me?”
She closed her eyes and swore.
“Oh bugger.”
“Miss Granger?” Snape frowned, recognizing the voice and lowering his wand. “I repeat, what are you doing in MY body?”
Hermione blushed.
“Ron and I like to role-play, and we didn’t think you’d find out. I was in a muggle bar after all.”
He raised an eyebrow.
“I see. And one of Mr. Weasley’s fantasies is to have SEX with me?”
“Well, I raved about the experience, so he wanted to try it out too . . . “ she explained sheepishly.
Then, Hermione felt her skin begin to bubble back. Snape hissed again as he admired her form draped by too large robes, revealing an extremely pretty shoulder. He came up behind her, grabbed her hips, and pressed himself against her back.
“You’ve given the impostor a go. Would you like to try the genuine article?” he breathed into the ear and began to press kisses into her neck.
“I can’t.” Hermione murmured.
She gasped as Snape licked a particularly sensitive part of her neck and began to run his hands up and down her sides.
“I shouldn’t. I mustn’t.”
“Are you sure?” he quietly asked and then blew into her ear.
He began to slide his hand down her shoulder into the front of her robes.
“Of course,” as she shuddered.
As he caressed her breast and stroked her side, she began to chant, “Don’t stop, oh, don’t stop.”
They collapsed on to the rug and Hermione forgot about Ron missing their date.
"Hermione will be thrilled," Ron thought.
Ron had managed to Accio the hair of a particularly stunning and statuesque woman. Hermione had always been particularly fond of large breasts.
Tonight was date night: Hermione would polyjuice herself into Snape, and Ron would turn into this woman. The woman would hit on “Snape” at a bar, perhaps have sex in the bathroom or against the wall, and then they would go to a hotel and hopefully have passionate sex for the rest of the night.
Hermione had quite enjoyed herself before when Ron had become Snape, due to Snape’s large tool. Also, his prominent nose was quite useful during cunnilingus. Ron wanted to try out the Snape experience too.
Ron had hit the jackpot with his wonderful Hermione. She was pretty, one of the cleverest witches in Britain, loving, loyal, and his best friend. And they had a mind-blowing sex life. Threesomes, nipple clamps, honey dust, sex swings, levitation, extra body parts—Hermione was as thorough in her research and experimentation of sex as she was in all other topics, and Ron was more than happy to help. Role-playing was a particular favorite of theirs.
Ron smiled goofily as he thought of the upcoming night.
He swallowed the potion, then performed a few experimental stretches. Excellent, he had found a particularly flexible body. He transfigured for himself a (decidedly skintight) snakeskin print minidress and bronze low-heeled thigh-high boots (he couldn’t get the hang of taller shoes), and stepped out of the alleyway. He had walked only a block before he was suddenly grabbed and pulled into a different alleyway.
The assailant turned Ron around and growled, “In the end, there can only be one. Draw your wand.”
And Ron knew no more.
********
Hermione sat at the bar, alone and slightly disappointed. What was keeping Ron? It’s been almost an hour already. Suddenly, there was a hiss. Someone grabbed her elbow and disapparated with her. After the dizziness faded, she looked up and around. She didn’t recognize the room at all.
A wand pressed into throat. “Who are you, and why are you impersonating me?”
She closed her eyes and swore.
“Oh bugger.”
“Miss Granger?” Snape frowned, recognizing the voice and lowering his wand. “I repeat, what are you doing in MY body?”
Hermione blushed.
“Ron and I like to role-play, and we didn’t think you’d find out. I was in a muggle bar after all.”
He raised an eyebrow.
“I see. And one of Mr. Weasley’s fantasies is to have SEX with me?”
“Well, I raved about the experience, so he wanted to try it out too . . . “ she explained sheepishly.
Then, Hermione felt her skin begin to bubble back. Snape hissed again as he admired her form draped by too large robes, revealing an extremely pretty shoulder. He came up behind her, grabbed her hips, and pressed himself against her back.
“You’ve given the impostor a go. Would you like to try the genuine article?” he breathed into the ear and began to press kisses into her neck.
“I can’t.” Hermione murmured.
She gasped as Snape licked a particularly sensitive part of her neck and began to run his hands up and down her sides.
“I shouldn’t. I mustn’t.”
“Are you sure?” he quietly asked and then blew into her ear.
He began to slide his hand down her shoulder into the front of her robes.
“Of course,” as she shuddered.
As he caressed her breast and stroked her side, she began to chant, “Don’t stop, oh, don’t stop.”
They collapsed on to the rug and Hermione forgot about Ron missing their date.