To Covet and Consume
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
16
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17,608
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87
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This chapter is up thanks to my great beta Amber! My buddy Link for harassing me at work every day to post a new chapter... and to Killer Kadoogan. Ms Figg does rock I recommend all of her writing! If you can locate it... I haven\'t been able too. And yeah, this is my first HP fic... and I wrote 2 XFiles fics (but that was about 3 years ago) and I hope this is not my last fic... or Hermoine and Snape would be disapointed with me.
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After Skinner left the room I put my new assistant to work. Miss Granger set up two work stations and started on a double batch of Skele-Gro and a triple batch of Pepperup potion. She had moved easily enough throughout my classroom, preparing ingredients, tidying as she went, and leaving me nothing to comment scathingly on. To bad really, I enjoy our occasional conflicts.
I look up from Miss Anderson’s lab assignment to find my eyes presented with the most delectable view. Miss Granger’s jean-clad ass bounces effortlessly in the air as she crouches down and searches in her school bag on the floor. When did my young assistant remove her robes? Being that she is standing between two steaming cauldrons, I wonder why she didn’t do so immediately when I assigned the task, or why she didn’t place a cooling charm on them, that would have corrected her problem. I suspect my assistant has taken my loathing for wand waving to heart. How sweet. The most remarkable muggle design next to the trap door is the Jeans. They cover everything adequately and yet your eyes are allowed to feast on every curve. I am practically salivating at the sight. This is mildly pathetic, staring like some love struck adolescent! I believe it is now time to sneak and slither and check on my assistant’s progress.
She has found the bottle of ink she was looking for and is moving back to her notes and calculations. Offering Granger the position was the most brilliant idea I believe I have ever come up with. I will not have to fulfill one mundane potions request for the rest of the year, my assistant can and will handle everything thrown my way. Let us not forget, of course, that my payment is now at my beck and call in every aspect of her life. I own her in her studies. I can demand what I wish of her and her Head Girl duties as a Professor. I may alter and play with her dreams at will. And now I can command her as my assistant. Maybe forgoing the robes was not the best idea. This train of thought is beginning to wreak havoc on my body. I take the risk that my assistant will notice the effect she has on me and move about my classroom anyhow.
Miss Granger is concentrating on nothing but the task at hand. I can see that wonderful mind making the right conclusions behind her eyes. I circle behind her and glance into the two cauldrons. Perfect, as usual. I stand directly behind the problem solving witch as she decides how much crushed root of heather is needed in a triple batch of Pepperup potion. She is taking all variables into the equation; the temperature being the major one.
My assistant is running the feather end of the quill against her lips. I must remember to allow her to borrow my quill when ever she needs. It seems that mind has yet to fail her as she leans forward and calculates the correct answer with a triumphant smile. I grin too as I step back slightly. That jean clad ass almost colliding with the risk I am attempting to ignore as she straightens and moves away from her notes toward the next ingredient. She prepares the local flower’s root meticulously and slides it off the cutting board and into a tiny bowl. Still educationally high from her correct problem solving, she turns fast, face first into my chest.
The eep that escapes that pretty mouth is beyond adorable. My arms instinctively wrap around her, protecting her from falling back into her preparation table and saving my stores an unnecessary loss of root of heather as the bowl is securely locked between our bodies. My crotch seems to have other ideas of its own and slides innocently against her tight belly. Her breath catches in her throat and her brown eyes refuse to meet mine.
“I apologize Professor.” She whispers into my chest, “I did not know you were there.”
“I wanted to know if my assistant was making the proper calculations,” My hands move from her back to her waist as I pull away from her gently, before I throw caution all to hell and take her roughly against her preparation table. I pluck the bowl from her trembling hands and smirk down at her, “and it seems you have. May I?”
She nods, dazed, as I add her last ingredient to her simmering potion. Her skin has returned to the color I witnessed when we met eyes in the Great Hall this morning. I can’t help the desire to tease her.
“Are you feeling well Miss Granger? You look quite flushed?” I fake concern.
“Y-y-yes sir.” She stutters slightly then swallows visibly. “It’s just hot in here.”
I arch a brow. Indeed it is.
“Warm, because of the cauldrons.” She looks incredibly nervous.
Did she feel what her mere presence can cause in me? It would be bittersweet if she did. I see her glance quickly at my crotch before returning to my eyes, as if wanting to confirm my suspicion.
Did she enjoy what she felt? There is no look of disgust on her fair features, only the barely concealed trembling of her hands.
“Well, your potions must now simmer. Why don’t you return to my desk with me and test your knowledge on what each student did wrong to create the poor excuse for lab results that line the front of my desk?” I say soothingly, acting completely innocent and ignoring the throbbing urge to rub against her again.
She nods and relaxes visibly. “Yes sir.”
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Next chapter is ready to go.... just need a few reviews before i release the hostage.. ;)
Enjoy!
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After Skinner left the room I put my new assistant to work. Miss Granger set up two work stations and started on a double batch of Skele-Gro and a triple batch of Pepperup potion. She had moved easily enough throughout my classroom, preparing ingredients, tidying as she went, and leaving me nothing to comment scathingly on. To bad really, I enjoy our occasional conflicts.
I look up from Miss Anderson’s lab assignment to find my eyes presented with the most delectable view. Miss Granger’s jean-clad ass bounces effortlessly in the air as she crouches down and searches in her school bag on the floor. When did my young assistant remove her robes? Being that she is standing between two steaming cauldrons, I wonder why she didn’t do so immediately when I assigned the task, or why she didn’t place a cooling charm on them, that would have corrected her problem. I suspect my assistant has taken my loathing for wand waving to heart. How sweet. The most remarkable muggle design next to the trap door is the Jeans. They cover everything adequately and yet your eyes are allowed to feast on every curve. I am practically salivating at the sight. This is mildly pathetic, staring like some love struck adolescent! I believe it is now time to sneak and slither and check on my assistant’s progress.
She has found the bottle of ink she was looking for and is moving back to her notes and calculations. Offering Granger the position was the most brilliant idea I believe I have ever come up with. I will not have to fulfill one mundane potions request for the rest of the year, my assistant can and will handle everything thrown my way. Let us not forget, of course, that my payment is now at my beck and call in every aspect of her life. I own her in her studies. I can demand what I wish of her and her Head Girl duties as a Professor. I may alter and play with her dreams at will. And now I can command her as my assistant. Maybe forgoing the robes was not the best idea. This train of thought is beginning to wreak havoc on my body. I take the risk that my assistant will notice the effect she has on me and move about my classroom anyhow.
Miss Granger is concentrating on nothing but the task at hand. I can see that wonderful mind making the right conclusions behind her eyes. I circle behind her and glance into the two cauldrons. Perfect, as usual. I stand directly behind the problem solving witch as she decides how much crushed root of heather is needed in a triple batch of Pepperup potion. She is taking all variables into the equation; the temperature being the major one.
My assistant is running the feather end of the quill against her lips. I must remember to allow her to borrow my quill when ever she needs. It seems that mind has yet to fail her as she leans forward and calculates the correct answer with a triumphant smile. I grin too as I step back slightly. That jean clad ass almost colliding with the risk I am attempting to ignore as she straightens and moves away from her notes toward the next ingredient. She prepares the local flower’s root meticulously and slides it off the cutting board and into a tiny bowl. Still educationally high from her correct problem solving, she turns fast, face first into my chest.
The eep that escapes that pretty mouth is beyond adorable. My arms instinctively wrap around her, protecting her from falling back into her preparation table and saving my stores an unnecessary loss of root of heather as the bowl is securely locked between our bodies. My crotch seems to have other ideas of its own and slides innocently against her tight belly. Her breath catches in her throat and her brown eyes refuse to meet mine.
“I apologize Professor.” She whispers into my chest, “I did not know you were there.”
“I wanted to know if my assistant was making the proper calculations,” My hands move from her back to her waist as I pull away from her gently, before I throw caution all to hell and take her roughly against her preparation table. I pluck the bowl from her trembling hands and smirk down at her, “and it seems you have. May I?”
She nods, dazed, as I add her last ingredient to her simmering potion. Her skin has returned to the color I witnessed when we met eyes in the Great Hall this morning. I can’t help the desire to tease her.
“Are you feeling well Miss Granger? You look quite flushed?” I fake concern.
“Y-y-yes sir.” She stutters slightly then swallows visibly. “It’s just hot in here.”
I arch a brow. Indeed it is.
“Warm, because of the cauldrons.” She looks incredibly nervous.
Did she feel what her mere presence can cause in me? It would be bittersweet if she did. I see her glance quickly at my crotch before returning to my eyes, as if wanting to confirm my suspicion.
Did she enjoy what she felt? There is no look of disgust on her fair features, only the barely concealed trembling of her hands.
“Well, your potions must now simmer. Why don’t you return to my desk with me and test your knowledge on what each student did wrong to create the poor excuse for lab results that line the front of my desk?” I say soothingly, acting completely innocent and ignoring the throbbing urge to rub against her again.
She nods and relaxes visibly. “Yes sir.”
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Next chapter is ready to go.... just need a few reviews before i release the hostage.. ;)