The Hogwarts' Men's Club

The Winner Is


Severus leaned against the all, a small scowl on his face. Merlin, how he hated these inane things. He had thought once Albus had left they would end. His scowl deepened as he watched Pomona trot by wearing her skintight flesh toned leotard complete with wings, loincloth, bow and arrow. Lockhart, wearine sae same outfit, followed gloomily on her heels, enduring his share of laughter that rang in the Great Hall.

The game had ended with a tie. Since that had never happened before everyone assumed the contracts would be null and void. However both groups had looked on in amazement when the magical contract had taken the list of men and women and had assigned the respective tasks listed.

As the losers in each group, Lockhart and Pomona were to dress as Eros. Flitwick and Vector were assigned to the foot rubs. Hardcastle and Poppy had to serve breakfast in bed to the others. The rest were assigned to pass out roses at tonight’s event except for Severus and Fleur who were the winners of each group.

Severus still couldn't believe that Flitwick had ousted Lockhart. He chuckled as he watched the pompous windbag turn red as several Slytherins pinched his arse as he flitted by. Apparently the witches of the school were well versed in Muggle art for a rumor had circulated that the diminutive Charms teacher had a Toulouse LauTrec syndrome.

"Ah, the winner of the men. I still do not understand why the girls found you more appealing than those such as Lupin and Charlie.”

Smirking, Severus turned to look at Fleur. She was wearing shocking pink robes that were cut dangerously low. French bitch.

Severus smiled slyly as he leaned close to her ear. “Have you ever observed a Potion Master at work, Fleur? Noticed the way his fingers squeeze the most delicate of roots, encouraging it to give up its precious juices without bruising the skin? Or take a harden alabaster and crush it until it is as fine as silk? A true Potion Master has mastery of his hands, his fingers can create magic.” He ed oed one long finger across her shoulder as he spoke. “Or perhaps they found me to their liking because of an old saying.”

“And what is this saying?”

”About big noses being an indicator to the size of one’s cock,” he purred brushing his lips softly against her ear.

“Oui,” she said huskily.

”Let us just say that that particular saying is very true.” He felt her shiver and saw her lick her lips. “Pity you will never know.” Severus smirked as the look on her face soured. Bowing low he made his way across the room.

Settling in another dark corner he sneered when he saw Hermione dancing with Potter. She had probably gone to Lupin last night, not that he cared. He longed to escape the Hall and retire to his rooms with a glass of whiskey. Shifting from one foot to another, he closed his eyes wishing the clock would strike eleven.

“Professor?”

He opened his eyes to see Hermione standing in front of him. She looked lovely, he reluctantly admitted. Deep rose robes clung to her body in a flattering way. Her hair was clipped loosely at the back of her head, the wild frizzy curls tamed by some sort of enchantment.

“What is it Miss Granger?” he said irritably.

Moving closer she leaned against the wall next to him. She spoke quietly, her eyes watching those who passed near. “I wanted to apologize for not taking you up on your offer last night. I, well, was a bit overwhelmed by what happened.” Her cheeks turned a fetching rosy color.

Severus gave a small snort.

“I was wondering,” she had moved closer to him, her hand touching his arm, “if the offer still stands.”

Severus stared down his nose at her. “Perhaps,” he said coolly.

She smiled looking rather shy. “Would tonight be acceptable?”

Severus glared as a pair of Ravenclaws danced too close. “Things could be arranged,” he said nonchalantly. “I trust you remember the password.” His trousers were beginning to grow uncomfortable at the mere thought of her in his bed.

Moving closer to him, Hermione spoke quietly. “Professor, if you don’t mind, I would be more comfortable elsewhere. Perhaps in a more neutral place.”

Cocking an eyebrow at her he looked skeptical. Hermione Granger being coy? “And where do you suggest, Miss Granger?”

“The Room of Requirement. I think it would be very cozy.”

Severus smirked at her attempt to be seductive. “I shall drop in,” he replied casually.

“I will be there at 11:30,” she said, as she moved away. She gave him a smile over her shoulder as she joined her friends by the refreshment table.

Feeling more chipper about the whole bloody dance, Severus strode out into the gardens relishing the thought of taking house points from snogging couples. He would meet her at a quarter till; it never hurt to keep them waiting.

****

Standing outside the Room of Requirement, Severus knocked on the door, and then opened it. As it shut behind him, he heard the clicking of locks.

“Glad you could make it Professor Snape.” Hermione was standing several yards away clad only in a lacy beige bra and matching pants. His eyes narrowed as he saw not only Hermione but behind her lounging on piles of various shaped pillows, Pansy, Luna and Ginny, also only clad only in their underthings. Behind them was a very decorative Chinese screen.

“What is this?” he growled dangerously, eyeing the grinning girls. Hermione approached him and put her hand in the crook of his arm.

“We all have had the pleasure of being with you,” she explained, her voice low and suggestive, “and decided that you were man enough to entertain us all. I hope we weren’t wrong.”

“Miss Granger,” he said quietly. “I am not a toy for your or their amusement.”

“Not up to the challenge?” she asked, her brown eyes dancing with amusement. The other girls had stood up and were nearing them.

Pansy reached him first, running her hands up and down his back. “My Head of House is always able to rise to the challenge,” she said, as she began to kiss the side of his neck.

Trying to maintain his anger, his body was quickly blocking out all argument as blood rushed from his brain. They were delectable. Each different in personality and coloring, each had been a great fuck. Perhaps spending the evening intertwined with such sensual delights would be just the ticket. Feeling for his wand in his pocket, he silently cast an endurance spell. For the honor of Slytherin, of course.

Hands stripped him of his robes, lips dancing across his flesh until Severus stood before them in only his tented pants. Lips captured his and he didn’t even care whose as he was pushed down amongst the pillows. Slightly dazed at all the sensations their delicate hands were creating, he looked up as the flurry of girls parted. Hermione stood over him with a wand. Silvery s fls flew out of her wand and bound his wrists and legs. Opening his mouth to protest and curse a last bit of silver flew out to cover it.
What the bloody hell was going on? Severus was curious. He had never figured them to be into bondage except for Parkinson.

Waving her wand at the screen, it disappeared revealing Remus, Charlie and Gilderoy equally bond and gagged.

“Now that we have your undivided attention,” Hermione said, “we wanted to have a few words. It has been apparent that the staff of Hogwarts, most of them, have been preoccupied with other matters this last month.”

“Have they ever,” snickered Pansy.

“And as concerned students, students that are studying for important tests,” continued Hermione as Pansy and Ginny shook their heads, “we need our professors to be as serious as we are about it. Not,” she took a deep breath, “trying to win a stupid bet on who can shag the most students.”

The men looked at each other questioningly. Who had spilled the proverbial beans?

“We have decided that you should concentrate on teaching us, not falling asleep in class or planning how to get into our pants,” Hermione said firmly and looked pointedly at Charlie who turned crimson, “until after the NEWTS. Our education is being neglected.” Pansy rolled her eyes but nodded.

“Not that we didn’t think it great fun,” Luna said dreamily.

“And we, that is Hermione and Pansy figured out all about the bet and the club,” Ginny smirked. All four men looked at each other accusingly.

“The portraits do talk and when drunk on a specially prepared mixture of linseed oil and whiskey they spill their darkest secrets,” Pansy said superiorly.

“It rather makes one feel cheap now now you are only a notch on the wand,” Hermione said coolly looking at Remus then Severus, who were shooting daggers at her with his eyes. “It was different when…”

“What Granger is saying,” Pansy said snidely. “Don’t use us, alright? If you want to fuck us for the pleasure fine I am more than happy to oblige but its down right nasty to use us to win a stupid bet.”

“We aren’t really mad,” Luna said, “just wanted to prove a point.”

A silence filled the room. “I guess we can release them and let them go now,” Ginny suggested.

“Are you mad?” Pansy chuckled evilly. “I for one don’t plan to waste this,” she gestured to her naughty lingerie, “nor plan to go back to a cold bed.” A look of concentration crossed her face. A large poster bed with curtains appeared on one side of the room. A whip and various objects lay on the bed. Pansy smiled wickedly as she flicked her wand at Lockhart. “I have heard that you need a bit of instruction on how to treat a woman. Perhaps it is time for teacher to be taught.”

Lockhart’s ropes fell away and his gag. “Merlin, no! I will not tolerate this young lady…” A leather collar had appeared around his neck and Pansy was holding the end of the chain attached to it.

“Consider it payback, Professor,” she said sweetly leading him to the bed and closing the curtains.

“Oh, that sounds like a good idea,” Luna piped up. “Not the leash or whips of course. A good shagging does. Let’s see.” She put her chin in her hand as she looked over the men. “I think I do love Weasleys,” she said brightly. Another bed appeared, this one much smaller with a bright pink duvet and lots of different shaped pillows. She released Charlie from his bonds.

Charlie turned red and rubbed his wrists. “Luna…Miss Lovegood, I don’t think this is the time.” He looked at Ginny and turned redder.

“Seems like a good time to me,” Luna said sweetly tugging on his hand. “Besides I have the wand,” she said matter of factly. Sighing Charlie followed her sheepishly, muttering something about a good silencing charm.

Ginny looked at Hermione and grinned. “What do you think? I mean, I am rather randy myself. Must have been that damn spiked punch at the party.”

Hermione nodded, careful to avoid Snape’s intense gaze. “You go ahead.”

Leaning close to Hermione, Ginny whispered in her ear. “I know Snape’s great but so is Remus and I think Snape is about to murder us.” With an apologetic smile Ginny released Remus as a third bed appeared. Remus chuckled running a hand through his hair.

“You have us dead to rights, Hermione, Ginny and I do apologize.” He swept Ginny into the air. “And I think I shall try to make amends right now.” Giggling, Ginny waved at Hermione over Remus’ shoulder as he closed the curtains.

Left alone Hermione and Severus stared at each. The silence grew nerve wracking to her after several minutes. Picking up her wand, Hermione released him from his bonds and handed him his robes. Standing, he towered over her, his face indescribable.

“You don’t have to…” she blushed, biting on her lower lip.

Severus said nothing, his black eyes boring into hers. Finally he smiled slyly. “Oh, but I do. You asked me here tonight and I would not want to disappoint a lady.” Holding his hand to her, Severus leered as she placed hers into it. Instead of a bed appearing only a straight back chair filled their area of the room.

Hermione had only a moment to look at him quizzically before, like a striking serpent, Snape had sat down and pulled her into his lap, face down and over his knee. One arm pinned her upper body down and she knew what he was about to do as he raised his other one.

“Let me go!”

“Insubordinate, self-righteous, insufferable, interfering, know-it-all,” he said silkily, emphasizing each word with a hard whack.

“Professor!” She thrashed trying to kick out of his grasp.

“Never, ever, again will you humiliate me or any teacher, do you understand?” he purred, again accentuating each word with a slap to her arse.

“Yes, yes,” she begged, going limp.

Severus smiled. He knew he hadn’t really hurt anything but her pride. He hooked a long finger under the elastic of her pants and slid them down. Both cheeks were nice and rosy. Stroking the burning flesh gently, he dipped his fingers lower finding wetness. So the little Gryffindor got turned on from a bit of punishment, did she?

He stood up abruptly and Hermione tumbled to the floor. “Now then Miss Granger,” he said slyly, “get into bed,” the chair disappeared and a large four poster with green sheets appeared, “if you want a proper fucking.”

Scrambling to her feet, her face red, Hermione rubbed her sore bum glaring daggers at him. “You are mad. Do you honestly think I want to get in bed with you after that?”

“Yes I do,” he said smoothly. “Now.”

For just a moment she stared at him then still rubbing her bum, turned and crawled into the bed. Severus couldn't hide the smirk. "Remove your underthings," he instructed as he slide out of his pants. Hermione sniffed but unfastened her bra, rolled the straps down her arms and tossed it aside. Raising her hips she removed her knickers. She stared at him, a mixture of defiance and lust evident on her face. Severus chuckled. He knew she was going to be a handful and he looked forward to it.

In one swift movement, he was in bed, Hermione pinned beneath him. His hands pressed her arms back and over her head as he lowered his mouth to hers. Teasingly he brushed feathery kisses across her lips then her chin. His tongue outlined her full lips, slowly, tasting the salty sweat and lip gloss she apparently wore. Coaxing her lips apart he tasted her mouth, as his lips pressed against hers, teasing her tongue into his mouth, where he sucked lightly on the tip of it. A little whimper escaped her throat and she moved her hips against his.

Severus moved against her, allowing his cock to slide back and forth against her curls, feeling the heat and wetness spread. He was in no hurry tonight like the previous one and he did owe her, in many ways.

Brushing her turgid nipples with his chest he kept up the slow teasing rocking of his body in time to the languid kisses as she began to thrash around, trying to make better contact. Finally she cursed in frustration.

"Such impatience," he chuckled, as he kissed his way down the column of her throat. Raising up, he finally released her hands so that his could cup her full breasts, the thumbs lightly teasing the hard nipples. With a sound that sounded strangely like a growl, Hermione grabbed his shoulders and with a twist of her hips rolled him over. Straddling him, she smiled triumphantly.

Severus laughed. "No, pet, I am in charge tonight." Grasping her around the waist he lifted her and settled her on his upper chest.

"Oh!" Hermione's eyes widened as his nose brushed against her nub. She flushed as he winked at her before burying his face in her crotch. His hands were on her back, helping her to lean back as his tongue licked up and down her labia.

"Sweet," he murmured as his tongue delved deeply into her. Hermione spread her legs wider, her arms behind her resting on his upper thighs. Releasing his hold on her back, Severus brought his hands up to his face, his fingers spreading the rosy folds. His prize in sight, he sucked on her clit, racking his teeth very gently over the sensitive bundle of nerves as Hermione moaned her approval. Over and over his tongue swirled and flicked until he felt her thighs shuddering as her body tensed. With a more forceful nip to her clit, he sent her over the edge as she cried out.

Picking her up by the waist, Severus lifted her down his body and settled her onto his cock. Her orgasm twitched around him and he held her hips still, waiting for her to finish the ride. As her breathing returned to normal he raised her up and down until she took over, throwing her head back, her hands on his chest as she fell into a rhythm.

Severus watched her face for several minutes, the beaded sweat on her upper lip, her closed eyes, her mouth set in concentration and pleasure.

"Touch your breasts, Hermione," he urged softly, stroking her thighs. "Show me how sexy you can be. I want to watch you pleasure yourself."

Hermione cupped her breasts, the flush on her face deepening as she ran her fingertips around her nipples.

“Beautiful,” he said huskily, one long finger sliding between them and rubbing her clit. Her little noises of sexual delight heightened his arousal and he rubbed faster as her hips jerked erratically on him now. With a small cry she grasped his shoulders as she shuddered around him, panting as she stilled her movements.

Feeling a tightening in his scrotum, Severus released arching up. Slumping over him, Hermione smiled as he pushed back a lock of her sweaty hair. He smirked as her eyes widened as he moved his still hard cock within her.

“I hope you aren’t tired, Hermione,” he said slyly rolling with her. Grabbing her legs, he draped them over his upper arms as he began to rock into her. He did not intend to let her go until the spell he had cast earlier was completed.

An hour or so later he finally took pity on her as she begged for a breather, having had multiple orgasms. Severus was very pleased that he could bring her to such a point even at his age. Hermione laid on her side, cheeks flushed and limbs trembling. “A break then,” he chuckled, curling up behind her. “We can discuss your punishment.”

“My punishment?” she asked in disbelief.

“As part of you punishment you will have detention with me for the next week,” he said silkily, running his hand up and down her thigh.

“I wasn’t the one using the students in such a manner,” she said testily, though her eyes were dancing with amusement as she turned her head to nip at his neck.

“But you were the one to humiliate me and I do not take lightly to such,” he purred, kissing her shoulder. “And Merlin tell me, why did you not include the female staff members in your little spiel?” One hand slid to her breast, his thumb teasing her nipple.

“Well, that is up to the boys to handle, which will never happen, and if the Witches have no one to bet with, I thought that would solve the problem,” she explained, parting her legs to press against his erection.

“Brilliant deduction, Miss Granger,” he crooned, as he lifted her leg, sliding his still hard cock into her. Hermione sighed with pleasure. “And were you the one that came up with concoction to entice the portraits to spill their secrets?” His free hand slid around her to tease her clit.

“Yes, with Pansy’s help,” she moaned, wiggling her bum around to allow him deeper penetration.

“And you were the one that planned this little rebellion,” he murmured, biting on her shoulder as his hips thrust faster against her.

“All…my doing,” she gasped, as he began to pound into her hard.

Grasping her hips, he moved around until she was beneath him, still sheathed deep within her, and hoisted her up so she was on her knees. Holding her hips he moved her body back and forth to the furious tempo of his thrusting. “Then perhaps another weeks detention will be warranted,” he ground out as he began to explode within her.

“Yes, yes… Merlin,” she whimpered as she came hard, her hands grasping the sheets.

Severus felt as if he would never stop, as he released into hers, the spell finally spending itself out. Pressing deeply, he held her still until they came down from their orgasmic high. Sated and exhausted, Severus half collapsed beside her, pulling her to him and kissing her forehead. Ready for sleep, he closed his eyes, hearing his hear pound in his ears. He grumbled in protest as she pulled away and shifted.

“Professor?”

“What?” he mumbled drowsily.

“May I ask you a question?”

“As if I could stop you.”

“Why did you wait until the last minute to look for me? For the bet.”

Why indeed? Severus opened his eyes and looked into her erstwhile face. “I thought to save the best for last,” he said with a glint in his eyes.

She blushed. “Professor, how did you know I would be the best?”

“For Merlin’s sake, woman. Are you going to talk me to death?” Putting his hand behind her head he brought her face down for a sound kiss. “If I answer this, will you be a good girl and let me sleep?”

“It’s a deal,” Hermione agreed, amused.

“As a Know-It-All I presumed that you would know everything,” he smiled slyly. “Perhaps even have read every book on the matter.”

“What? I never…” Hermione saw the laughter in his dark eyes and knew he was teasing. She laughed softly and snuggled back against him.

“Professor…”

“That will be another week’s detention Miss Granger for breaking your promise.”

“I just wanted to say I think I saved the best for last too,” she said softly.

Severus pulled her back down and she rested her head on his shoulder. “That will not save you from detention,” he chuckled. “And the name is Severus.” Shaking his head at the odd events of the evening Severus was still not sure if he should hex every member of the Hogwarts Men’s Club for getting him involved in such things or thank them. Whichever he decided, Severus did look forward to Hermione’s three weeks of detention.