Professor Snape Bangs Again

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Chapter 8 ~ In the Guest Room

Severus walked Hermione past the room that held her disillusioned clothing and to another on the left. He opened the door. The room was rather small with a twin-sized bed covered in Slytherin colors. There was a nightstand with several drawers, a wooden chair, a wardrobe, and a small bathroom with a loo, basin and shower. Several washcloths and towels rested on a shelf, a new toothbrush lay on the basin, tooth powder, and even jasmine scented soap and shampoo were provided.

On top of the nightstand was a stack of books, a quill and parchment.

"This is your room. I am sure you can entertain yourself for an hour or two," Severus said, his eyes drifting over the witch then shifting toward the books on the nightstand.

"I will bring you some food and drink when I return," the Potions Master said, exiting the room and closing the door.

Hermione stared after him. She was feeling rather achy and randy after the wizard's inverted blowjob. Except for when he rubbed her clit for a quick moment, it had been all about him. Selfish bastard.

Hermione looked around the small room. Surely he had better accommodations than this for guests. But then again, she wasn't exactly a guest…she was his plaything for the weekend. She walked over and tried the door. It was locked.

"I should have figured. He's going to keep me a prisoner in here until he wants sex," she thought to herself, idly walking over to the wardrobe and throwing it open. There was a large mirror on the inside of one door. Hermione looked at the garments.

Her jaw dropped.

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Severus walked over to his small writing desk and sat down. He needed to create a test for his Potions class. There were standard tests that were used over and over each year, but Severus suspected, and rightly so, that those tests had long ago fallen into the students' grubby little hands…so he made his own quizzes and tests, telling his students he would be using the standardized test, then switching at the last minute.

The students soon figured out that memorizing the answers for the standardized test didn't help. They always studied now, even when the Professor said the test would be standard. They knew not to trust him.

He opened his drawer and took out some parchment, a quill, an inkbottle and a small mirror. The mirror he stood on his desk.

"Show me the object of my desire," the dark wizard said, and Hermione came into view, standing in front of the wardrobe, her round ass looking delicious as she shifted through the items.

The wizard smirked, pulled the parchment toward him and started writing, occasionally looking at the witch as he did so. If she thought the wardrobe was interesting, she should open the nightstand drawers. Severus knew eventually Hermione would investigate everything in the room. She was curious, inquisitive and hopefully worked up. He glanced over at the two bottles of potions she'd smuggled in. They still slightly irked him…the First Night potion more than the Tenderness potion. He couldn't blame the witch for wanting some control, but she was in his domain. He was the king here. He held all the control.

He glanced at the mirror and saw Hermione had drawn something out of the wardrobe.

How curious was she?

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Hermione looked at the small, black leather knickers she had taken out of the wardrobe. They had no crotch to them and were very tiny. She drew out another item. It was a black leather bra, but the center of the cups had been removed so the naked breasts would be exposed. The witch looked again and found a leather tie-on mask and what looked like a body harness made of hard leather that criss-crossed between the breasts, had a wide strap that went between the legs, a convenient hole in the strap for access. The monstrosity tied in the back and was covered with little rings.

Hermione looked at the knickers and bra curiously though, holding them up against herself in the mirror and cocking her head. Maybe she'd play dress up, she didn't have anything else to do. Her eyes dropped to the floor of the wardrobe. A pair of four inch black stiletto heels rested there, begging to be tried on. Hermione loved heels secretly, though she always wore sensible shoes. Ginny Weasley had turned her on to the slim-heeled footwear and taught her how to walk sexily while wearing them.

Hermione picked up the shoes and carried them, the bra and knickers to her bed and dropped everything on it. Then she sat down and opened the top drawer of the nightstand. Inside it were black leather bracelets with little studs, leather garters and a pair of black fishnet stockings. There was even a collar.

Hermione knew she was probably being set up by the Professor…but wow. She had seen pictures of witches dressed up in leather like this, usually with whips. The Professor wouldn't dare leave a whip in here with her. The way she felt toward the selfish, controlling bastard was she'd use it.

The moment she thought of him, she felt the ache between her legs pulse, and she held her lower belly, bending over a bit.

Severus was watching her steadily. He had only written about five lines on the parchment, he was so caught up in watching Hermione examine the leather outfit and accessories. He saw her clamp her legs together, and drop her hand to her belly. The witch was probably rather heated after that blowjob. It had been exquisite and one-sided, with him purposely teasing her core and leaving her unfulfilled. As wet as she was, he didn't doubt she was turned on by what he did to her. She was a very responsive little witch.

The wizard didn't really pay attention to that on New Years Eve. He just wanted to get off. She could have lain there like a corpse and he would have fucked her just as hard. He watched her, wanting her to open the second drawer.

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Hermione put on the collar and the bracelets, then walked over to the wardrobe mirror to look at herself. She looked…interesting. The witch walked back over to the bed sat back down and opened the second drawer. Her brow furrowed as she pulled out a long, bullet-shaped device, all silver.

It was a vibrator. Ginny had one of these…and knew how to use it too. Hermione couldn't understand it then, but the way she felt inside right now…well…she was starting to see Ginny's point concerning the sexual toy. Experimentally, Hermione twisted the bottom, and the vibrator started to vibrate hard, the witch staring at it, and Severus staring at her now…test, quill and parchment all but forgotten as the witch held the silver tool in her hand.

Severus wanted to see her use it. Then he'd interrupt her and give her a bigger tool, self-driven…in a manner of speaking.

Hermione pressed the side of the vibrator to her palm and bit her lip as it vibrated against her skin. Then she ran it up her arm. It was like a mini-massager. Her amber eyes shifted toward the door. It was locked but the Potions Master could just walk right in. She looked at the little wooden chair in the corner, then stood up and retrieved it, tipping it back and setting the back of it under the doorknob, wedging the chair in. The Potions Master would be furious, but she could remove it. Anyway, he probably couldn't get worse than what he was already.

Severus scowled as he watched the witch wedge the chair against the door to keep him out. Then his face relaxed somewhat. She wanted to use the vibrator and was afraid he'd walk in on her. If a chair was what she needed to make her feel comfortable enough to stick that inside her…it was fine with him. For the time being.

He watched as Hermione climbed into the twin bed and lay on her back, staring at the tool for a bit, then pressing the side of it between her breasts. She made a little "o" with her mouth as it shuddered against her skin…then slowly she moved it over her breast, biting her lip as she moved it over her nipple, which instantly hardened. Her hips thrust up a bit, and the Potions Master's eyes glinted at her wanton response as the witch moved the vibrator over her other breast, her head leaning back and eyes closing in pleasure as she rolled it over and over the sensitive peak.

Severus was rock-hard again, his breathing speeding up as he watched Hermione stimulate her own body. His face contorted a bit. He hadn't seen this side of her…in fact, neither had Hermione. All she knew was she needed relief…pleasurable relief…and most likely this was the only way she was going to get it.

"You'll be much better than the Professor," she said to the vibrator as she moved it down over her belly. "You'll give me pleasure at least. He doesn't do that."

Severus' face went black. What? What did she say?

He watched as the witch moved the vibrator through her pubic hair, sighing, her amber eyes heating up, tossing her hair back as she sat up on one elbow and ran the tip of the toy over her clit, gasping. Gods, she looked absolutely edible.

Severus watched as she slipped the vibrator inside, his cock bouncing at the look of surprise on her face.

"Oh shit! Shit!" Hermione hissed falling back on the bed, lifting her knees and working the tool in and out of her pussy, groaning, arching and rolling her hips. The look on the witch's face was one of intense pleasure, her head twisted back and forth as she pumped the sex toy in and out of her pussy. Severus could see streaks of ample lubrication on the silver casing and let out a small groan.

The wizard watched Hermione fuck herself, his nostrils flared and brow furrowed as her words came back to him. Again, he glanced over at the First Night potion and scowled, suddenly feeling his manhood was being bested, and the witch thought she could get more pleasure from a bottle or a sex toy than from him. Yes, he was selfish to a fault, but as he watched the witch getting off on an inanimate object, he felt challenged.

Fuck. This weekend was supposed to be all about his pleasure, not hers. The witch's reward was to be the scholarship and attendance at Lewder's. But how could he enjoy himself fucking Hermione, knowing that the witch believed a potion and a vibrator were better than he was? Even her shrieks as he pummeled her wouldn't help get that out of his head.

He watched as she began to pump her hips harder, working the vibrator faster, a scowl of concentration on her face as she thrust the toy in her at different angles, instinctively trying to find her g-spot and fly over the edge.

"Fuck yes!" the witch panted, "Yesyesyesyesyes!"

Then she let out a scream, stiffened and began to shudder, her hand releasing the vibrator as she arched upward, moaning sexily as her orgasm hit her. Her body was covered in perspiration, and the wizard was sure the entire room smelled of release. Hermione was licking her lips and undulating as she rode out her climax. Severus continued to watch her as she came down, panting, a wet pool underneath her hips. She pulled the vibrator out, turned it off and studied it.

"That's that best thing I've ever felt in my life," she panted at the silver sex toy. "I have to get one of you as soon as I get back to Hogwarts. Who needs a wizard?"

Her arm dropped to the bed and she lay there with a sated look on her face, the vibrator beside her.

Severus stood up, scowling and began pacing back and forth in the living room…stopping every now and then to look in the mirror at the contented witch. He had decided to watch the show in entirety, rather than interrupt it. He wanted to see how far the witch would go…and she went all the way and obviously was extremely happy with the results. Much more happy than she would be with him it seemed.

He continued to pace, growing more and more furious. He could go in there and fuck the shit out of the witch, ride her until she didn't have any voice left, ripping orgasm after orgasm from her body, but what good would that do? Well, he would get gratification as he fucked her raw. Then he'd feed her healing potions and fuck her again, and again in numerous positions. But in the end, the witch would still think he wasn't any good.

Severus' black eyes fell on the First Night potion again, and in a fit of anger he strode over to it and flung the bottle into the fireplace, where it broke and sizzled in the flames.

Thoroughly pissed, the Potions Master walked into the kitchen to prepare a couple of sandwiches and two glasses of pumpkin juice. He'd bring the witch out to eat and decide what he was going to do then.

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A/N: Hmmm. It seems Hermione is getting to the Potions Master without even knowing it. Lol. It has to be a blow to his masculine pride to know a witch thinks a vibrator is a better lover than he is. Well, anyway, please review.