Les Intermèdes

Les Intermèdes
By Olive

Chapter One: Detention with a Potions Master

Hermione Granger, at seventeen, was as hormonal as any young girl. Unlike other girls, however, Hermione desired an older mate, one with experience, one with who she could hold active conversations with – conversations that didn\'t discuss such repetitive topics as Quidditch. It wasn\'t just the conversation she desired from an older man, she wanted to experience something different than the pathetic snogging sessions with the boys from her year that always came too fast and still had a squeak in their vocal chords.

At a young age Hermione had turned a lusty eye towards her professors.rtinrting as early as twelve years old she had had an interest in older men, (even if such men were golden boys, like one Gilderoy Lockhart). At fourteen she dated Viktor, who was older than she and significant in age difference considering that Hermione was five years his junior at barely mid-teen. Maybe what held back that relationship was the language barrier; in any case, Hermione had a Lolita complex.

Perhaps this was why one particularly dismal day in Double Potionsh thh the Slytherins Hermione “accidentally” spilled her potion which just so happened to “accidentally” spill all over one Draco Malfoy…It did, however, get the desired effect – detention with Professor Snape.

“Ten points from Gryffindor!” shouted a very enraged potions master, “Miss Granger,” a slight curl of the lip, “I do believe you have earned yourself a week’s worth of detention. Malfoy, go the hospital wing immediately. I don’t want those boils popping in my classroom, thank you.”

Draco Malfoy, his face white, got up as calmly as he could considering the situation and walked quickly towards the door.

“Hermione!” whispered Ron, “I know we all hate Malfoy and all, but what were you thinking? You’ve got a week’s detention with that slimy git!”

“Shh, Ron, he’ll hear you!” whispered Hermione out of the corner of her mouth, not taking her eyes off of her professor.

The spectacle over, the class continued as normal, Professor Snwalkwalking around hovering over his students’ shoulders observing their progress. Hermione, however, had taken it upon herself to take off her jumper and unbutton the top buttons of her blouse so as to clean her table better…or to give her professor a convenient display of her cleavage as she cleaned up the mess she had made. It was hard for her not to sense his eyes boring into her as he passed her.

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At eight o’clock that evening Hermione showed up for her first of thankfully many detentions with Professor Snape.

“Good evening, Professor Snape,” Hermione said innocently as she entered the classroom. She had taken it upon herself to dress as appropriately as possible for the detention – gray knee socks, her gray pleated mini-skirt, and a tight short-sleeved white blouse. The fact that her bra was black and very evident through her blouse was, most certainly, a mistake on her part.

Snape grunted his hello as she entered the room and barely even looked up as she approached his desk.

“Miss Granger, I do believe since you so successfully managed to spill the entirety of your potion on Mister Malfoy that it is only fitting I ask you to repeat the potion here tonight.”

“Yes, professor,” Hermione replied, licking her full red lips, not letting it go unnoticed by her professor.

Snape cleared his throat.

“Well, get going girl, this isn’t a quick potion to brew.”

Hermione walked casually over to her desk and took out all of her equipment. She had all evening, after all, and she wasn’t leaving with any less than a shag from her professor tonight.

It was hard for Hermione to concentrate, there was so much tension in the air and she constantly felt Snape’s eyes watching her, observing her every move – yet when she would look up to catch him he was staring down at his papers, writing rapidly with his quill.

Over time Hermione became so completely engulfed in her potion brewing that she hadn’t noticed that her professor had stood up from his desk, nor did she hear his swift movements as he made his way to stand behind her. She didn’t realize he had moved at all until she felt a strong arm take her own. She gasped in surprise.

“You’re stirring it wrong, Miss Granger, the directions say three times counter-clockwise. Do be more careful, you don’t want to end up sending yourself to the hospital wing.”

Hermione turned her head back and looked up into his dark eyes, her cheeks flushed from his touch, “yes, professor,” she replied, unable to keep the slight tremor out of her voice.

She could feel his body heat against her back and desperately wanted to lean into him. It took her a few seconds to realize that his hand hadn’t left her own and that she was still staring into his eyes, and he into hers.

Slowly Hermione turned around until she was facing him head-on, his arm having slid down to her back, pulling her closer. She blushed as she felt his very evident arousal pressing into her abdomen. Snape sighed deeply and then took Hermione by the shoulders, turning her back around to face her potion.

“Back to your potion, Miss Granger,” he said, a catch in his voice.

Hermione, very disappointed looked into her cauldron defeated. It was either Hermione’s defeated body language or the intense lust of the professor behind her, but Snape snaked his strong arms around the girl in front of him, pulling her close to him. Snape’s arousal, still hard, pressed into her back and Hermione gasped. He pressed her against the work table in front of her, sandwiching her between the hard table in front of her and his hard masculine body.

He leaned in close to her ear and said in a deep silky voice, “Miss Granger…I believe your potion is finished…”

His voice made her tingle, and his hot breath tickled the small hairs on the back of her neck. She uttered a soft moan and leaned her head back against his strong chest. Snape took this opportunity to suck gently on the nape of her neck, issuing more soft moans to arise from his student. She felt his hand brushing her disheveled hair out of her face, and then lightly caressing her cheek. His thumb lightly caressed her soft parted lips, and she sucked gently at his calloused digit. She heard him moan and felt him push himself harder against her. She pushed herself against him, wanting to feel his hardness inside her, not against her. His grasp around her middle tightened and she uttered another soft moan. The hand that had been playing with her mouth now went to the buttons fastening her blouse. He swiftly undid them and tossed her blouse aside. Herm loo looked back at him longingly, and her professor engulfed her lips in a deep and passionate kiss.

His arm still snaked around her middle he unfastened her bra, exposing two small still pubescent breasts. Their kiss intensified and she felt him rubbing himself against her back. She broke off the kiss so as to discard her shoes. She then hooked her thumbs into her panties, watching his eyes as she did so, and discarded them as well. Snape kissed her again and then lifted her onto her work table, smashing all of her vials and potion to the floor. He then lay gently on top of her, letting her adjust to his we, an, and then took a small round breast in his mouth, biting gently at small pert nub. This issued a low moan from his student as she spread her legs to let him nestle himself between them.

He swiftly unbuttoned his black pants with one hand and she felt his large erection slap against her inner thigh. She bent her legs at the knees and issued another moan as S suc sucked harder on her breast. He drew his mouth away (much to her disappointment) and muttered a few words. Almost immediately she felt her wrists were bound above her head and her ankles were bound to the table four feet apart. She felt him bury himself between her two long milky-white legs, and pressing his large manhood against her small opening slowly pushed his way in, resulting in many gasps and moans from his young lover. Once she had the filling of being filled she was empty again, for as soon as he had pushed himself all the way in he slowly drew himself out and pushed forcefully back in. He held her hands above her head and kissed her passionately. He then started to pick up speed but kept a constant tempo. He felt her wriggling in delight beneath his weight and he sped up yet again. His massive manhood could barely fit in her, she was so small. He released the binging spell on her and he immediately placed her long slender legs above his shoulders, driving him in deeper than before. She moved her hips desperately in time with his pounding ones, trying to keep up with his constant pace. He started ramming into her with all of his might when she started moaning loader and felt her writhe and wriggle in response. He knew she was almost ready and sped up as she felt the tension rising within her, waiting to spring out. With one final thrust she came hard and moaned out in pleasure. A few deep thrusts later and Sncollcollapsed on top of her, breathing heavily.

“Thank you, Miss Granger, but I do believe you still have six more detentions to do and another potion to brew.”

“Of course professor, I look forward to it,” she replied and squeezed her muscles around his prick, resulting in a low growl from her professor.