The Genuine Article

The Genuine Article

NC-17 – PWP. Snape/Hermione/Ron(as Snape) Confused? Me too!

Frustrated with the lack of attention Snape is paying her, Hermione embarks on a little adventure with Ron and Polyjuice Potion. Ahhh, a Hermione and Snape sandwich! *sigh* if only I could be the filling instead.

Disclaimer: Once upon a time there was a brilliant woman named JK Rowling who wrote a wonderful set of books abouwizawizard and his friends. Then along came Fervesco, and turned this innocent Children’s books into one giant smut fest. However, JK Rowling and the powers that be were most understanding that the wizard and his friends needed some sexual relief after all their battles with Voldemort, and decided to not sue Fervesco for using her characters. Fervesco was not making any money from their exploits and only writing the stories for the enjoyment of those who had already read all of Rowling\'s books and were in need of something more…

AN: I know, I should be finishing one of my multitudes of other stories, and I should be studying and I should be doing any number of other things than writing yet another fic, but I couldn’t help it! I’m in desperate need of another completely canon Snape fic, and due to the lack of them I’ve found so far (and I’m not making any accusations here, I’ve written a couple of Fluffy Snape fics myself!), I thought I’d try to solve the problem for myself yet again. So, you have been warned, t is is no mushy Sevykins here, just the Potions Master in all his glory! Enjoy!

Hogwarts Head Girl Hermione Granger stomped up to her room and slammed the door. She had had enough – it was time for drastic action. She glanced across the room to where a cauldron sat bubbling away. One more hour and it should be done, she thought, somewhat happy, somewhat disappointed that she’d had esoresort to this.
Hermione wasn’t sure precisely when her little crush on her surly Potions Professor had started, but she knew for certain that the crush was quickly becoming an obsession. She’d even tried flirting with Snape during her potions class, but the wizard didn’t pay one blind bit of attention. She’d left the top two buttons of her shirt undone that day and made quite a performance of leaning over his desk to hand him her homework, but Snape had merely snatched the paper from Hermione and dismissed her with a wave of his hand.

“I still don’t know what you find so hot about that greasy git!” Ron exclaimed, warily eyeing the beaker of green goo Hermione had just handed him.
“Did I question your taste when you wanted Millicent Bulstrode?” Hermione snapped. “Just drink the bloody potion.”
Cringing, Ron downed the potion in one go, then swiped at his mouth with the back of his hand. “That really is foul!”
Hermione watched on as Ron’s skin began to bubble and bulge, until finally the Potions Master stood before her. Something wasn’t quite right…
“Ron, stop slouching. Stand up straight,” Hermione demanded. Ron sighed and then complied. Ah, much better, Hermione smiled.
“So, what do you want me to do?” Ron asked sounding quite bored. Hermione shuddered at the sound of Ron’s voice coming from Snape, totally destroying her illusions.
“First of all,” Hermione informed him, “I do not want you to say another word. Other than that, act Snape like.”
“But…”
“Not another word!” Hermione demanded.
Ron shrugged, and continued to stand before Hermione.
“Kiss me.” Ron raised one eyebrow at Hermione, but the effect this had on her went well beyond Ron’s simple gesture. The condescending look it formed on Snape’s face was pselysely in character. Hermione shivered inside, her suspension of disbelief taking over.
Snape bent down, and placed a light kiss on Hermione’s lips, before pulling back.
“Oh, come on! When I was Millicent I had you begging for more by now!” Hermione retorted, her hands automatically flying to her hips.
“Sorry, I just don’t know about being Snape, I just can’t imagine him having sex with anyone, Herm, let alone you.\"
“I told you not to talk,” Hermione moaned. Well, bugger it, Hermione thought, if Ron wasn’t going to make a move on her, then she’d just have to get him going. And the thought of doing that was quite attractive. Hermione had been wondering for quite sometime what Snape kept hidden beneath those robes.

Professor Severus Snape glided through the halls, in an especially foul mood. It was his turn to do bed checks, ao fao far the only students he’d caught out of bed were Slytherins. It was more than that which fueled his bad mood. That day in Potions Hermione Granger had been wearing her shirt open so far and had leant so far over his desk that he’d caught sight of not only curvy creamy skin, but an incredibly lacy black bra. The bra hadn’t left much to the imagination – but had been plenty of fuel for fantasies for the rest of the day. Didn’t the students know he was only a man after all?! That he had urges! So, Snape had been hoping to spend the evening relieving the pressure that had been growing in his groin all day, yet now he’d have to wait until bed checks were over. However, he thought hopefully, still Gryffindor to go. A smirk spread over his face as he stood outside the Gryffindor common room.
“Professor Snape,” The Fat Lady spoke crisply. “May I help you?”
Snape peered down his large nose at her before replying. “Indeed. Are all those little dunderheads in bed?” he snarled, folding his arms menacingly across his chest.
“I shall check,” The Fat Lady replied, before sliding from her frame. Several minutes passed, and Snape was beginning to grow restless. He had more important things to do. Finally the portrait slipped back into her frame.
“All accounted for,” The Fat Lady informed him, yet Snape grew suspicious. It tak taken her much longer than usual to return with her answer.
“Yes, but are they all in their own beds?” Snape growled impatiently.
“For the most part.”
The portraits could not lie during bed check. Dumbledore had long ago bewitched the paintings so they would check the students beds, saving the teachers time and meaning only one teacher would have to stay up to do them.
“Spit it out, I haven’t got all day!” Snape snapped, his eyes narrowing at the portrait. “Who’s not in their own bed?”
“Ron Weasley,” The Fat Lady said, and then slapped her hands over her mouth to stop from telling Snape anymore.
“Where is he?” Snape demanded.
The Fat Lady muttered something behind her hands that Snape couldn’t quite hear.
“Look, you silly old bat, I’ll just go in there and inspect every bed anyway if you don’t tell me, and disturb all those precious little Gryffindors who are miraculously behaving themselves!”
The Fat Lady sighed, and removed her hands. “Hermione Granger’s,” she muttered solemnly. “But I suggest you don’t go in there, Severus, you’d be in for quite a nasty shock!”
“I assure you I have seen more disturbing things,” Snape replied. “Let me in.”
“Ask nicely…”
“Let me in or I’ll conjure up some turpentine.”
The Fat Lady rolled her eyes, swinging open to reveal the portrait hole. “Always the gentleman, aren’t you, Severus?”
Snape slipped through the Gryffindor tower until he reached the door to the Head Girl’s Room. He paused for a moment to listen. It would be much more rewarding to actually catch them in the middle of something.
“Ohhh, god, yesssss!”
Ron’s voice floated loud and clear through the door to Snape’s ears. With an evil smile, Snape slowly pushed the door open. The sight that beheld him, however, left him utterly speechless. Across the dimly lit room knelt Hermione Granger. However, it wasn’t Ron Weasley’s little prick she was sucking, it was none other than Snape’s own cock.
Still unable to talk, Snape watched on as her head bobbed up and down, her lips wrapped tightly around *his* shaft. Snape felt a stirring in his pants as he watched on. Apparently Head Girl was an appropriate title for Miss Granger after all, he thought.
“Hermione!” Ron’s voice squeaked from the other Snape.
Snape saw Hermione give Ron a dirty look, but continue with her ministrations. Snape was now fully aroused, the front of his pants tenting out in proof. There was no way he could interrupt them now, he would only prove to embarrass himself, so instead he stood and watched on.

Hermione was pleasantly surprised by the size of Snape’s ‘wand’. Normally she didn’t enjoy the prospect of a blow job, but this may just have been the one to change her view on the matter. As she continued to pleasure Snape she felt her panties growing moist. The large shaft had been difficult to deal with at first, but she quickly fallen into a rhythm that appeared most satisfactory to the both of them.
“God, Herm, I can’t hold out much longer!” Ron moaned from above her.
Hermione gave Ron yet another glare. She really did wish he would shut up! However, Hermione released him, desperately wanting to know what he would feel like inside her, what his fingers would feel like on her body. Hermionse tse to her feet, and pushed Snape towards the bed. She reached up under skirt and removed her panties, then quickly unbuttoned her shirt, exposing her breasts. Her breath was coming in short gasps as she watched Snape remove his own pants and shorts. He sat down on the edge of the bed and Hermione sighed. The real Snape would never have just sat there passively, but this would have to do. At least Ron was interested now. She took Snape by the shoulders and pushed him back to a lying position before straddling his hips. Her face felt flushed as she unbuttoned the Potions Master’s shirt, running her hands over his chest, reveling in the feel of light smatter of coarse black hair beneath her fingers. Ron grd, ad, and Hermione shot him another look.
“Do I have to gag you?” she demanded. Ron’s eyes bulged and he quickly shook his head.
“Good.” Hermione positioned herself over Snape’s large shaft, rubbing herself against him several times. The friction on her clit felt unbelievable. Then slowly she began to sink down on him.
“God! Severus has quite an asset!” Hermione moaned as she felt him filling her. She could feel every ridge, every pulsing vein as she sunk lower and lower until finally she was filled completely. Hermione began to rock against him, hitting just the right spots to drive her crazy.
“So tight!” Ron groaned beneath her, but Hermione was too far-gone to chide him again.

Snape couldn’t help himself. Ron’s words removed all of Snape’s self-control, and he soon found himself standing right behind Hermione, his lips just inches from the bare skin of her neck. He moved to her ear and whispered huskily “Twenty points from Gryffindor, Miss Granger. You know I’d never allow you the dominant position.”
Hermione came hard.
“Oh, bravo, Miss Granger. Perhaps that deserves the reinstating of those points…” Snape growled, his hands moving around her to grasp her breasts. He pinched her taut nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and was rewarded by a hearty moan. He nipped at her neck and then looked down at Ron. Ron’s mouth was hanging open quite unceremoniously.
“However, Mr Weasley, fifty pointom yom you. Quite a pathetic rendition of myself, even if I say so.”
Ron was panicking. He first tried to remove Hermione.
“Herm, get off!” he hissed at her, but Hermione was no longer on the same planet, far away in a world filled with Snape bliss.
“I don’t believe I told you to go anywhere, Weasley!” Snape hissed, running his tongue along the shell of Hermione’s ear.
Feeling self-conscious Ron grabbed for the blankets, attempting to cover him self.
“Don’t be stupid, you silly boy. You are me – as if I haven’t seen it all before,” Snape drawled.
“Severus,” Hermione breathed ae ofe of his hands crept down her belly.
“Professor Snape,” he corrected sharply, his hand stopping.
“Professor Snape,” Hermione sighed happily. The hand began to move again, creeping lower and lower, setting her skin on fire. As Snape approached his target Hermione began to grind her hips against Ron’s again. Her breathing was ragged, and as one slender finger found her clitoris she gasped loudly. Snape used his other hand to pulled Hermione’s head around into a hungry kiss. His hot lips burned against her own, his tongue demanding access relentlessly. Her lips parted and a fierce battle began. Snape’s fingers began to rub at her clit, and Ron appeared to have gotten over the shock and was now raising his hips to meet Hermione’s increasing the pressure building within her. Hermione had to pull away from Snape, her brecomicoming so quickly now that she could hardly breath. Her arms reached up behind her, wrapping them around Snape’s neck, exposing her body fully to his fingers. His free hand returned to one breast, his lips moved to her neck, nipping at the skin, the tip of his nose tickling her. With one last flick of her clitoris, Hermione tipped over the edge.
“Don’t even think about it, boy!” Snape hissed as he saw Ron close to losing control.
Ron nodded quickly, biting his lip and rode out Hermione’s orgasm.
Snape pulled his wand from the pocket of his robes, and barely removiis lis lips from Hermione’s blazing skin he cast a quick spell to remove the clothing from the lower half of his body. Then he muttered “Lubrico.”
Hermione caught the words and whipped her head around to look at her Professor. Her eyes widened at first, and then crinkled playfully at the edges as a smirk spread across her face. Snape pushed her forward into Ron’s chest. He positioned himself out her rear entrance, the tip of his cock rubbing against the sensitive skin there sending shivers of anticipation through out Hermione’s body. Snape pressed forward slowly, her muscles resisting him.
“Relax, Miss Granger,” he breathed in her ear. Hermione complied and Snape d hid himself slipping into her.
“Oh, Jesus!” Ron swore as the already overwhelming pressure increased at the older man’s intrusion. Hermione whimpered her approval. Snape admired the view of his cock buried tightly between her creamy buttocks. He slid back out a little before pushing forward again, eliciting a delighted moan from both Hermione and Ron. Ron began to move beneath Hermione and Snape could feel him though Hermione’s thin wall that divided them. He picked up the pace, holding Hermione’s hips to steady her – she was well beyond any control. Snape soon found himself slamming into her as she whimpered and moaned her pleasure, then climaxed. The shuddering of her walls and the feel of Snape’s movements though her was too much for Ron. He joined Hermione, moaning loudly. Ron’s erratic jerks and the sounds of the two climaxing beneath him were unbelievably erotic to Snape’s ears, and sooner than he w’ve ’ve like he found himself joining them in oblivion.
Slowly Snape came round, pulling himself from Hermione. He picked up his wand, and quickly cleansed himself before returning his clothes. Hermione looked around, disappointed at the loss. She met Snape’s eyes for a moment.
“I suggest,” Snape spoke silkily, “that next time you embark on such an adventure, Miss Granger, that you consult me first.”






AN: Right this fic led to a weird little question: Polyjuice potion changes your appearance to that of another, but not your voice. So, say that Ron got Hermione pregnant during this little tryst, would the baby be Snape’s or Ron’s biologically. Anyone got a theory on this? I’d love to hear it! and and reviews make my day!