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Holding Things Down
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Chapter 9 ~ Holding Things Down
The Potions Master scowled down at her for a moment. Then his mouth quirked. Then he started chuckling, then broke out into rich laughter. Hermione didn’t see anything remotely funny in what she said. It was the truth.
“I asked for honesty, didn’t I, Miss Granger?” he said, wiping at his watering eyes. Then he sobered, his black eyes gazing at her hotly.
“I suggest you follow what your body tells you. Your body is much more honest than you are. Your body isn’t ashamed of wanting me,” he said.
The Potions Master reached in his robes pocket, withdrew his wand and divestoed her robes, leaving her before him in her school uniform. He flicked his wand at each button on her blouse. Each button undid itself until her blouse popped open, leaving her bra exposed.
“Did you dream about me fucking you, Miss Granger?” The Potions Master asked, slipping his hand inside her blouse and letting his fingertips graze the swell of her breasts, before drifting down her waist then sliding slowly across her belly. He slipped them into the waistband of her skirt and pulled her against him. Hermione was almost squirming at the aching sensation between her legs.
“Yes,” she said, wishing now that he’d get on with it. This was torture.
“You came, didn’t you?” he asked her, his nose flaring.
“Yes,” she admitted.
Snape smirked
“This is one of those rare occasions, Miss Granger, that real life will undoubtedly be better than your dreams. Touch my erection again. Caress me,” Snape growled as he began to unbutton his robes. Hermione didn’t hesitate and pressed her hand firmly against his hard cock hidden beneath his robes and rubbed it gently, a small gush moistening her heated apex even more. The Potions Master hissed, his eyes locked to her face.
“Have you ever seen a cock before, Miss Granger?” he breathed, pulling off his robes. He stood in a white button-up shirt and black dress pants. He wore a belt with the Slytherin crest as a buckle.
“No,” she said, “Not a real one. In books.”
He began to undo his buckle. He’d give her a good view, up close and personal. Hermione’s eyes went wide as more wetness rolled through her.
The Potions Master paused, and he lifted his head slightly, his nostrils pulsating a bit.
"I can smell your arousal, Miss Granger. Is your pussy wet?” he asked her. His breathing noticeably increased.
“Yes,” Hermione answered quietly.
“Give me your knickers,” he said. “Use your other hand to retrieve them. Keep rubbing me.”
Hermione continued to caress the Potions Master’s erection through his pants, but hesitated removing her knickers a moment too long, and his face blackened. His pale hand shot up and wrapped in her hair quickly and painfully. He yanked it, jerking her head and making her lean toward him. It hurt, but she wouldn’t cry out.
“I…don’t…like…disobedience. Your knickers,” he snarled.
Still holding her hair, Snape watched as Hermione awkwardly removed her knickers. She handed them to him, continuing to massage him. It felt as if he were getting bigger and hard.
Snape held Hermione’s knickers up so she could see them as well as he. The crotch was soaked with her juices. He raised an eyebrow at her, then brought the wet undergarment to his nose and breathed in deeply. He released her hair when he did this. She felt his cock jump beneath her hand.
Suddenly he swung her around, and started pushing her roughly backwards. She was stumbling over her feet, and she fell on to the couch. He grabbed her and dragged her upward so she was sitting with her back against the armrest, her legs stretched across the couch. The Professor took off her shoes and socks, dropping them to the floor. Then he ran his hands along her bare legs, over her hips and inner thighs. This made Hermione buckle and gasp. Then he stopped and looked down at her, first at her face, then his black eyes moved downward to her skirt. His expression made Hermione’s belly begin to do flip-flops.
Watching her, he sat down on the other end of the couch. Then he slowly leaned until he was almost completely lowered to the couch, then began to crawl toward her, his eyes predatory and hungry.
As he slunk toward her, he pushed her legs apart. One hung over the edge of the couch to the floor, and he lifted her other leg over his shoulder as he lowered his head between her thighs.
Hermione had no idea what he was doing, but she knew better than to protest. Then she felt his fingers touching her pussy lightly. Oh gods. It was like being struck by little bolts of lightning. She gasped and bucked her hips.
“Be still!” Snape hissed, raising his head and looking up at her angrily before lowering it again. Hermione tried to be still as she felt him part her lower lips. Then the Professor blew a warm breath over the sensitive core of her pussy that made her squeal and buck again.
Frowning, Snape raised his head again. The look in his black eyes was almost deadly. He looked like a starving animal that found out someone was standing between him and his kill. He gave her a black, dangerous look.
“Miss Granger, you have one more time to disobey me,” the Potions Master hissed.
“I can’t help it,” Hermione said brokenly. No one had ever touched her there before. And that was where the ache was, and his hands felt so good. She couldn’t help moving.
Snape on the other hand, wanted to taste her at his leisure. He knew she had never experienced this before, but that was her problem. He wanted her still, obedient and compliant so he could concentrate on enjoying her. None of which she was being. She was dangerously close to being struck.
“Gods, I don’t have the patience for this,” Snape muttered, looking at her wet orifice hungrily.
An idea came to him. He lifted his head, and his hand. He made a motion with his finger.
“Petrificus Partialus” he said.
Suddenly, Hermione couldn’t move the lower half of her body. She could feel it, but she couldn’t move her hips, legs or thighs. He could do wandless magic.
“What did you do?” Hermione asked him in a panicked voice.
The Potions Master smirked at the note of terror in her question. He liked it.
“Just simplified matters,” he purred, lowering his head between her thighs again.
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A/N: Interesting spell, eh? Came to me as I was writing…if there’s a petrificus totalus, makes sense there’d be a petrificus partialus. Heh. Yeah, I’m reaching. Anyway, please review.
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Chapter 9 ~ Holding Things Down
The Potions Master scowled down at her for a moment. Then his mouth quirked. Then he started chuckling, then broke out into rich laughter. Hermione didn’t see anything remotely funny in what she said. It was the truth.
“I asked for honesty, didn’t I, Miss Granger?” he said, wiping at his watering eyes. Then he sobered, his black eyes gazing at her hotly.
“I suggest you follow what your body tells you. Your body is much more honest than you are. Your body isn’t ashamed of wanting me,” he said.
The Potions Master reached in his robes pocket, withdrew his wand and divestoed her robes, leaving her before him in her school uniform. He flicked his wand at each button on her blouse. Each button undid itself until her blouse popped open, leaving her bra exposed.
“Did you dream about me fucking you, Miss Granger?” The Potions Master asked, slipping his hand inside her blouse and letting his fingertips graze the swell of her breasts, before drifting down her waist then sliding slowly across her belly. He slipped them into the waistband of her skirt and pulled her against him. Hermione was almost squirming at the aching sensation between her legs.
“Yes,” she said, wishing now that he’d get on with it. This was torture.
“You came, didn’t you?” he asked her, his nose flaring.
“Yes,” she admitted.
Snape smirked
“This is one of those rare occasions, Miss Granger, that real life will undoubtedly be better than your dreams. Touch my erection again. Caress me,” Snape growled as he began to unbutton his robes. Hermione didn’t hesitate and pressed her hand firmly against his hard cock hidden beneath his robes and rubbed it gently, a small gush moistening her heated apex even more. The Potions Master hissed, his eyes locked to her face.
“Have you ever seen a cock before, Miss Granger?” he breathed, pulling off his robes. He stood in a white button-up shirt and black dress pants. He wore a belt with the Slytherin crest as a buckle.
“No,” she said, “Not a real one. In books.”
He began to undo his buckle. He’d give her a good view, up close and personal. Hermione’s eyes went wide as more wetness rolled through her.
The Potions Master paused, and he lifted his head slightly, his nostrils pulsating a bit.
"I can smell your arousal, Miss Granger. Is your pussy wet?” he asked her. His breathing noticeably increased.
“Yes,” Hermione answered quietly.
“Give me your knickers,” he said. “Use your other hand to retrieve them. Keep rubbing me.”
Hermione continued to caress the Potions Master’s erection through his pants, but hesitated removing her knickers a moment too long, and his face blackened. His pale hand shot up and wrapped in her hair quickly and painfully. He yanked it, jerking her head and making her lean toward him. It hurt, but she wouldn’t cry out.
“I…don’t…like…disobedience. Your knickers,” he snarled.
Still holding her hair, Snape watched as Hermione awkwardly removed her knickers. She handed them to him, continuing to massage him. It felt as if he were getting bigger and hard.
Snape held Hermione’s knickers up so she could see them as well as he. The crotch was soaked with her juices. He raised an eyebrow at her, then brought the wet undergarment to his nose and breathed in deeply. He released her hair when he did this. She felt his cock jump beneath her hand.
Suddenly he swung her around, and started pushing her roughly backwards. She was stumbling over her feet, and she fell on to the couch. He grabbed her and dragged her upward so she was sitting with her back against the armrest, her legs stretched across the couch. The Professor took off her shoes and socks, dropping them to the floor. Then he ran his hands along her bare legs, over her hips and inner thighs. This made Hermione buckle and gasp. Then he stopped and looked down at her, first at her face, then his black eyes moved downward to her skirt. His expression made Hermione’s belly begin to do flip-flops.
Watching her, he sat down on the other end of the couch. Then he slowly leaned until he was almost completely lowered to the couch, then began to crawl toward her, his eyes predatory and hungry.
As he slunk toward her, he pushed her legs apart. One hung over the edge of the couch to the floor, and he lifted her other leg over his shoulder as he lowered his head between her thighs.
Hermione had no idea what he was doing, but she knew better than to protest. Then she felt his fingers touching her pussy lightly. Oh gods. It was like being struck by little bolts of lightning. She gasped and bucked her hips.
“Be still!” Snape hissed, raising his head and looking up at her angrily before lowering it again. Hermione tried to be still as she felt him part her lower lips. Then the Professor blew a warm breath over the sensitive core of her pussy that made her squeal and buck again.
Frowning, Snape raised his head again. The look in his black eyes was almost deadly. He looked like a starving animal that found out someone was standing between him and his kill. He gave her a black, dangerous look.
“Miss Granger, you have one more time to disobey me,” the Potions Master hissed.
“I can’t help it,” Hermione said brokenly. No one had ever touched her there before. And that was where the ache was, and his hands felt so good. She couldn’t help moving.
Snape on the other hand, wanted to taste her at his leisure. He knew she had never experienced this before, but that was her problem. He wanted her still, obedient and compliant so he could concentrate on enjoying her. None of which she was being. She was dangerously close to being struck.
“Gods, I don’t have the patience for this,” Snape muttered, looking at her wet orifice hungrily.
An idea came to him. He lifted his head, and his hand. He made a motion with his finger.
“Petrificus Partialus” he said.
Suddenly, Hermione couldn’t move the lower half of her body. She could feel it, but she couldn’t move her hips, legs or thighs. He could do wandless magic.
“What did you do?” Hermione asked him in a panicked voice.
The Potions Master smirked at the note of terror in her question. He liked it.
“Just simplified matters,” he purred, lowering his head between her thighs again.
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A/N: Interesting spell, eh? Came to me as I was writing…if there’s a petrificus totalus, makes sense there’d be a petrificus partialus. Heh. Yeah, I’m reaching. Anyway, please review.