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Chapter 8- A naughty little schoolgirl, and an even naughtier Professor..
Chapter 8
A/N- Again, an insanely long time between this chapter and the last, but here it is! Have been in the kind of mood where even fluffy little PWP’s make me cry, so has taken a lot of restraint not to do a silly romantic chapter!
Suggested listening, as I’m typing almost in time with it is Nine Inch Nails- Closer. I know it’s become a cliché, but the lyrics are just too appropriate, and I’m a sucker for anything slightly electronica! All together now, “Help me get away from myself…I wanna fuck you like an animal…”
Just in case you’re wondering, this chapter doesn’t bring any kind of clue to the Valentines link, but I’ve planned the rest of the story, so I now know how to get it back in! (Hurrah! Structure!)
***Seva***
The sound produced by the scratch of a quill had always satisfied Hermione. There was something about its undulating scrape that was just… sexy. She had often supposed that her contemporaries would not hesitate in calling in the men in white coats, to use a muggle term, had she have expressed such an opinion. As has previously become apparent, Harry and Ron made no qualms in expressing a kind of disgusted wonder at her addiction to books, so certain were they that such an obsession could not exist without some manner of sexual undercurrent involved. The knowledge of her apparent quill ‘fetish’ would certainly cause her to graduate from harmless crackpot to grade A lunatic in her friends’ collective mind. Combine this with lusting after ‘the greasy git’ as Severus was so charmingly known and it really would be time for the straightjacket and padded room. Still, she heard the closed ward at St. Mungo’s wasn’t bad these days…
So, said enjoyment of writing, coupled, as it were, with her insatiable desire for knowledge, and love of learning meant that Hermione Granger was a self confessed fan of essay writing. However, the assignment she had undertaken to write was entirely different to ‘Alternative uses of the mandrake,’ or for that matter any title she had ever had to work with, and frankly, she had no idea where to start. She sighed thoughtfully, sticking her tongue out slightly as she began, as is normal, with a title. The act of touching the loaded quill to parchment, however, caused Hermione to very nearly bite off the aforementioned muscle in surprise. She had just felt fingers dance across the most unexpected (and exposed) part of her anatomy imaginable. Not just any fingers either. Hermione would have testified in a court of law that the digits busying themselves in this most gratifying manner belonged to none other than Severus Snape himself.
Experimentally she created a lavish, swirling ‘y’ to end ‘fantasy,’ the concluding word of her title, and barely suppressed a moaning cry of delight as fingers became tongue, snaking (appropriately enough) across the hardened nub of her clitoris. A trail of ink began to run down the page as Hermione’s hips subconsciously rose from her seat, urging the illusion of Severus’ touch to explore further.
The real Severus observed, through heavy lidded eyes, as the object of his desires writhed frenziedly upon her chair. Bloody hell, there was an arousing sight. He half-wished that all his potions classes were such a delight to watch, the other half of his mind wishing for nothing more than impaling his nubile young student upon his aching cock. ‘Patience, old man,’ his inner monologue chastised his libido. In spite of himself, Severus leaned back into his chair as he felt his left hand, as if controlled by a will of its own unbuttoning his trousers to languidly stroke his hardened length.
Hermione, (to use a somewhat inevitable pun) on the other hand, had given up on writing anything even resembling a coherent essay, plumping for a series of increasingly intricate swirls as for the second time in 24 hours Severus’ tongue brought her close to a shuddering climax. Mid-swirl, a thought, in the manner of cartoon anvil, struck her. Raising the quill from the parchment, she firmly underlined the title.
Sodding Hell. As she had expected, but not quite fully allowed herself to believe, a tearing pain shot through her as the unseen mirage of Severus’ cock thrust into her. Pain, as even Hermione could not deny that this intrusion was painful, was rapidly replaced with (you guessed it), pleasure, as the unobservable erection filled her completely. The friction of its rhythmic movements combined with the inexplicable yet eternally welcome reappearance of feather-light flicks upon her tortured clit causing her to scream as she bucked against the invisible cause of her orgasm. Cries subsided to moans as she breathed the only word on her mind.
‘Severus.’
The professor, seated where Hermione had seen him every day for the past six years, behind his desk, in the classroom where he had educated several decades of magical youth, felt himself losing control. Panting he imagined the woman who cried his name administering the final brisk caress that caused his semen to spill forth, a white lake upon a plane of black.
He caught her eye across the classroom, arranging his facial features into a grin that, had it appeared on the visage of any other could be described as sheepish, in the knowledge that he had just wanked himself into oblivion at the sight of one of his students being fucked by a magical replica of his own penis. To think he had been concerned his life was lacking variation.
With some effort, Severus stood up, muttering a cleansing charm, as he considered it even beyond his considerable skills in detachment to resume his ‘Professor’ persona covered in his own cum.
‘Miss Granger’ He appeared directly behind her, growling into her ear, a sensation similar to being hit with a steel bar wrapped in silk, her chair forcibly falling back onto four legs from the tilted position she had unwittingly moved it to. Severus grasped her parchment between his fingers, holding it at arms length, as if he found it distasteful. ‘This is far, far…’ he emphasised the word as it slithered from between his lips a second time, ‘from your usual standard. I gave you ample time, a perfectly simple task, and what did I receive? A title. Am I to presume that there is nothing you desire? No secret sexual fantasy for me to fulfil? I most am disappointed. ’ He smirked, enormously enjoying his taunting of her, revelling in the knowledge that rather than wishing to run screaming from him, (as most women, in his opinion would be justified in doing) she found his dark side a turn on.
Hermione looked up at him, her eyes shining and doe-like, feigned innocence upon a wanton façade. Severus neither knew nor cared whether she was acting or sincerely had no knowledge of his intentions, such was his rapidly returning arousal at the thought of the willing young woman he had waited so long for. He stood, arms crossed, eyebrow quirked in mock-disapproval as Hermione’s look became questioning.
Allowing her barely started essay to flutter to the floor Severus moved like lightening, grasping Hermione’s wrist as he urged her upright, deftly kicking her chair aside with one fluid movement. Pulling her to him, his arms possessively encompassing her frame, he planted, astonishingly, a chaste kiss upon her lips, barely brushing them with his own. ‘One chance, my love, to escape. I will understand if you no longer desire me, or desire that which I believe you to,’ He bit her lower lip, just hard enough to illustrate his point and elicit a slight sigh from her.
‘Never’ She breathed, astounded that for one second he could question her longing for him. ‘I want you.’
A/N- Standard procedure now, lol, evil cliffy…. Hmmm…I wonder will the next chapter be pure smutty BDSM goodness? *Nods head and winks. * I am very VERY sorry about all the stopping and starting, believe me, if I could I would write this all day but I’ve spent nearly 5 hours on this chapter, neglected my family all day (i.e. completely ignored them and had to swiftly hit ALT-screen upon their walking in) and not even thought about work, so for now this will have to suffice! Please don’t hate me! XxXxX
Thank you, thank you thank you to the following!
Kat Delacour- wow! Thank you so much for your lovely praise! Don’t worry, my own grasp of the English language is somewhat tenuous!
Deb- I am both a hopeless and hopeful romantic, lol, just a very well disguised one as far as the general public knows, so it made my day to hear you enjoyed my sentimental slush! And am equally delighted that you love my humble interpretation of our favourite professor!
XxPhoenixX- Thank you for your honesty darling, I’m truly sorry if my flitting about all over the place with plot has irritated, and I hope you can allow me the indulgences of a little anti-humour (i.e. slushy romance) now and then! Above all I hope you continue to enjoy! And yes, I realise the classroom scene is SUCH a bad cliché but I do so adore it and I felt that not having a crack at it myself would be criminal! Anime schoolgirl? You read my mind! (Well I’ve always thought they looked kinda sexy…)
Spaz141- all I can say is I hope its strange good not strange terrible! Bear with the lack of plot, please humour me!
Intofire101- this is indeed why we have fanfic, so we can make our beloved professor do whatever we want! Lol, I’m glad you’re enjoying and I’m glad you’re feeling better now (although I’m feeling your frustration at having to return to school!)
Hawlaw- Thank you so much! I love that someone else like a little fluff! (Although just the mere word meringue makes me feel sick- am allergic to the egg white in the damn things, lol)
Fish- I’ll thank you to put that nail gun down, lol! Can’t take any credit for that line, its filched from Blackadder! I’m so glad you think its great, Muse and HIM rock, fantastic music taste you have, and no I don’t have absolution *looks miserable* cashflow at the mo prevents frivolous CD buying!
Jo- well there was the much-awaited posting! Thought you might enjoy the good ole bit of slushy romance…not that I do of course *coughs* oh no no, not me…The outfit…yes, I’m actually thinking its very definitely something you’d wear, *thinks* damn it if only I could look half as good in such a thing! (Hence the not actually owning any manner of lingerie, as the mere thought of having to actually enter Ann Summers or similar rather than wait outside and hold things brings me out in a cold sweat) Anyway, thank you lots and lots for still reading and generally still liking me (I hope!) *mwah! * XxXxX
Deblovesdragon- ok so I’m keeping you waiting for the hot chapter, but hopefully that one was lukewarm? Lol, thank you so much for still enjoying!
A/N- Again, an insanely long time between this chapter and the last, but here it is! Have been in the kind of mood where even fluffy little PWP’s make me cry, so has taken a lot of restraint not to do a silly romantic chapter!
Suggested listening, as I’m typing almost in time with it is Nine Inch Nails- Closer. I know it’s become a cliché, but the lyrics are just too appropriate, and I’m a sucker for anything slightly electronica! All together now, “Help me get away from myself…I wanna fuck you like an animal…”
Just in case you’re wondering, this chapter doesn’t bring any kind of clue to the Valentines link, but I’ve planned the rest of the story, so I now know how to get it back in! (Hurrah! Structure!)
***Seva***
The sound produced by the scratch of a quill had always satisfied Hermione. There was something about its undulating scrape that was just… sexy. She had often supposed that her contemporaries would not hesitate in calling in the men in white coats, to use a muggle term, had she have expressed such an opinion. As has previously become apparent, Harry and Ron made no qualms in expressing a kind of disgusted wonder at her addiction to books, so certain were they that such an obsession could not exist without some manner of sexual undercurrent involved. The knowledge of her apparent quill ‘fetish’ would certainly cause her to graduate from harmless crackpot to grade A lunatic in her friends’ collective mind. Combine this with lusting after ‘the greasy git’ as Severus was so charmingly known and it really would be time for the straightjacket and padded room. Still, she heard the closed ward at St. Mungo’s wasn’t bad these days…
So, said enjoyment of writing, coupled, as it were, with her insatiable desire for knowledge, and love of learning meant that Hermione Granger was a self confessed fan of essay writing. However, the assignment she had undertaken to write was entirely different to ‘Alternative uses of the mandrake,’ or for that matter any title she had ever had to work with, and frankly, she had no idea where to start. She sighed thoughtfully, sticking her tongue out slightly as she began, as is normal, with a title. The act of touching the loaded quill to parchment, however, caused Hermione to very nearly bite off the aforementioned muscle in surprise. She had just felt fingers dance across the most unexpected (and exposed) part of her anatomy imaginable. Not just any fingers either. Hermione would have testified in a court of law that the digits busying themselves in this most gratifying manner belonged to none other than Severus Snape himself.
Experimentally she created a lavish, swirling ‘y’ to end ‘fantasy,’ the concluding word of her title, and barely suppressed a moaning cry of delight as fingers became tongue, snaking (appropriately enough) across the hardened nub of her clitoris. A trail of ink began to run down the page as Hermione’s hips subconsciously rose from her seat, urging the illusion of Severus’ touch to explore further.
The real Severus observed, through heavy lidded eyes, as the object of his desires writhed frenziedly upon her chair. Bloody hell, there was an arousing sight. He half-wished that all his potions classes were such a delight to watch, the other half of his mind wishing for nothing more than impaling his nubile young student upon his aching cock. ‘Patience, old man,’ his inner monologue chastised his libido. In spite of himself, Severus leaned back into his chair as he felt his left hand, as if controlled by a will of its own unbuttoning his trousers to languidly stroke his hardened length.
Hermione, (to use a somewhat inevitable pun) on the other hand, had given up on writing anything even resembling a coherent essay, plumping for a series of increasingly intricate swirls as for the second time in 24 hours Severus’ tongue brought her close to a shuddering climax. Mid-swirl, a thought, in the manner of cartoon anvil, struck her. Raising the quill from the parchment, she firmly underlined the title.
Sodding Hell. As she had expected, but not quite fully allowed herself to believe, a tearing pain shot through her as the unseen mirage of Severus’ cock thrust into her. Pain, as even Hermione could not deny that this intrusion was painful, was rapidly replaced with (you guessed it), pleasure, as the unobservable erection filled her completely. The friction of its rhythmic movements combined with the inexplicable yet eternally welcome reappearance of feather-light flicks upon her tortured clit causing her to scream as she bucked against the invisible cause of her orgasm. Cries subsided to moans as she breathed the only word on her mind.
‘Severus.’
The professor, seated where Hermione had seen him every day for the past six years, behind his desk, in the classroom where he had educated several decades of magical youth, felt himself losing control. Panting he imagined the woman who cried his name administering the final brisk caress that caused his semen to spill forth, a white lake upon a plane of black.
He caught her eye across the classroom, arranging his facial features into a grin that, had it appeared on the visage of any other could be described as sheepish, in the knowledge that he had just wanked himself into oblivion at the sight of one of his students being fucked by a magical replica of his own penis. To think he had been concerned his life was lacking variation.
With some effort, Severus stood up, muttering a cleansing charm, as he considered it even beyond his considerable skills in detachment to resume his ‘Professor’ persona covered in his own cum.
‘Miss Granger’ He appeared directly behind her, growling into her ear, a sensation similar to being hit with a steel bar wrapped in silk, her chair forcibly falling back onto four legs from the tilted position she had unwittingly moved it to. Severus grasped her parchment between his fingers, holding it at arms length, as if he found it distasteful. ‘This is far, far…’ he emphasised the word as it slithered from between his lips a second time, ‘from your usual standard. I gave you ample time, a perfectly simple task, and what did I receive? A title. Am I to presume that there is nothing you desire? No secret sexual fantasy for me to fulfil? I most am disappointed. ’ He smirked, enormously enjoying his taunting of her, revelling in the knowledge that rather than wishing to run screaming from him, (as most women, in his opinion would be justified in doing) she found his dark side a turn on.
Hermione looked up at him, her eyes shining and doe-like, feigned innocence upon a wanton façade. Severus neither knew nor cared whether she was acting or sincerely had no knowledge of his intentions, such was his rapidly returning arousal at the thought of the willing young woman he had waited so long for. He stood, arms crossed, eyebrow quirked in mock-disapproval as Hermione’s look became questioning.
Allowing her barely started essay to flutter to the floor Severus moved like lightening, grasping Hermione’s wrist as he urged her upright, deftly kicking her chair aside with one fluid movement. Pulling her to him, his arms possessively encompassing her frame, he planted, astonishingly, a chaste kiss upon her lips, barely brushing them with his own. ‘One chance, my love, to escape. I will understand if you no longer desire me, or desire that which I believe you to,’ He bit her lower lip, just hard enough to illustrate his point and elicit a slight sigh from her.
‘Never’ She breathed, astounded that for one second he could question her longing for him. ‘I want you.’
A/N- Standard procedure now, lol, evil cliffy…. Hmmm…I wonder will the next chapter be pure smutty BDSM goodness? *Nods head and winks. * I am very VERY sorry about all the stopping and starting, believe me, if I could I would write this all day but I’ve spent nearly 5 hours on this chapter, neglected my family all day (i.e. completely ignored them and had to swiftly hit ALT-screen upon their walking in) and not even thought about work, so for now this will have to suffice! Please don’t hate me! XxXxX
Thank you, thank you thank you to the following!
Kat Delacour- wow! Thank you so much for your lovely praise! Don’t worry, my own grasp of the English language is somewhat tenuous!
Deb- I am both a hopeless and hopeful romantic, lol, just a very well disguised one as far as the general public knows, so it made my day to hear you enjoyed my sentimental slush! And am equally delighted that you love my humble interpretation of our favourite professor!
XxPhoenixX- Thank you for your honesty darling, I’m truly sorry if my flitting about all over the place with plot has irritated, and I hope you can allow me the indulgences of a little anti-humour (i.e. slushy romance) now and then! Above all I hope you continue to enjoy! And yes, I realise the classroom scene is SUCH a bad cliché but I do so adore it and I felt that not having a crack at it myself would be criminal! Anime schoolgirl? You read my mind! (Well I’ve always thought they looked kinda sexy…)
Spaz141- all I can say is I hope its strange good not strange terrible! Bear with the lack of plot, please humour me!
Intofire101- this is indeed why we have fanfic, so we can make our beloved professor do whatever we want! Lol, I’m glad you’re enjoying and I’m glad you’re feeling better now (although I’m feeling your frustration at having to return to school!)
Hawlaw- Thank you so much! I love that someone else like a little fluff! (Although just the mere word meringue makes me feel sick- am allergic to the egg white in the damn things, lol)
Fish- I’ll thank you to put that nail gun down, lol! Can’t take any credit for that line, its filched from Blackadder! I’m so glad you think its great, Muse and HIM rock, fantastic music taste you have, and no I don’t have absolution *looks miserable* cashflow at the mo prevents frivolous CD buying!
Jo- well there was the much-awaited posting! Thought you might enjoy the good ole bit of slushy romance…not that I do of course *coughs* oh no no, not me…The outfit…yes, I’m actually thinking its very definitely something you’d wear, *thinks* damn it if only I could look half as good in such a thing! (Hence the not actually owning any manner of lingerie, as the mere thought of having to actually enter Ann Summers or similar rather than wait outside and hold things brings me out in a cold sweat) Anyway, thank you lots and lots for still reading and generally still liking me (I hope!) *mwah! * XxXxX
Deblovesdragon- ok so I’m keeping you waiting for the hot chapter, but hopefully that one was lukewarm? Lol, thank you so much for still enjoying!