Whoremione\'s Sexcapades

A/N: Don’t read if you’re underage or believe sex can only exist with love

A/N II: I don’t own Harry Potter and co. I never have owned Harry Potter and co. Just n case you were wondering, I never will own Harry Potter and co. If I did, the books wouldn’t be suitable for children

“Professor, is everything quite all right?” Hermione knocked on the heavy oak door that led into Snape’s office, her hand shaking as she did so. He had left it slightly ajar, and a stream of light was washing over her feet as she outside waiting for his reply.

She had been making her nightly rounds when a stream of cursing had wound its way down the corridor and into her ears. Perturbed, she had followed the sound to the office where she now stood, listening for the voice of her most hated professor.

“Go away Miss Granger,” he said in the same unpleasant way he gave directions to her in his advanced potions class. “I am quite busy at the moment.”

“Sir,” she said, “do you need some help?” Hermione loved the exactness of potions, and the possibility of helping with something outside the realm of the normal concoctions they covered in class intrigued her beyond her loathing for Snape. “Perhaps I could be of some assistance,” she added when he did not answer immediately.

“I do not think that that would be wise,” he said dourly.

Hesitating, she moved to turn away when she heard a loud crash from within followed by another stream of unpleasantness. “Damned fool idiots! None of them can manage a simple fucking potion! After all of the shit I’ve put up with, what does Dumbledore repay me with?”

Hermione opened the door. “Sir,” she said questioningly, her breath catching slightly in her throat.

“I tht I t I told you to leave,” he said nastily. She noticed his hands were sporting large red welts.

“You did, Professor,” she said quietly. “May I help you?”

He glared at her with utmost loathing, and then sighed. “Fine, you nosy little brat.” He handed her a large vial. “Here, set this on the counter. Take an eyedropper, and squeeze in two drops.” He did exactly as he was showing her, his voice softening a little into an efficient, businesslike timbre. “Now take this, and let the drops fall onto this paper.” He squeezed the dropper and let the contents leak out onto a page of nearly transparent, yellowish paper. “See, where the drops hit, it should turn pink.” She nodded, and he continued. “If it turns pink, then take two more drops and squeeze them onto your tongue. If it turns any other color, don’t touch it.”

“Why?”

“Just don’t,” he said angrily again, as though he had already told her the answer and she had neglected to listen. “It means it’s unsafe for human use,” he added a moment later. He waited for her to nod , and then continued. “The potion should have a slightly salty taste, and a thick consistency. Swallow the two drops, and wait for the effects. Mark them down in their simplest terms on these note sheets. I will grade them accordingly.” He split the vials into two equal sections, and began working on his own set. “Well,” he snapped after a moment, “What are you waiting for?”

“Please, sir,” she said, “what is this potions supposed to do. It looks like wit sharpening potion, but I’m no sure.”

“It is, Miss Granger,” he said sounding a little less nasty. “But two drops won’t be enough to last more than a few seconds, so each batch won’t affect the next.” He turned back to his work, pausing for a moment as he watched her fill the first dropper. “Remember,” he said, sounding quite surly once again, “Only two drops, and don’t test it if the spots don’t turn pink.” She nodded , and they both set quietly to work.

After about a dozen trials, Hermione could understand why the professor had been ranting and cursing so loudly. So far, all of the potions she had tested had left pink residue behind on the testing paper, but none of them had come anywhere close to being wit-sharpening. Some had burned her tongue, and another had caused her mouth to blister and bleed until she could cast a healing charm upon it,. For a moment, she felt a measure of pity for her professor, whom she realized was forced to do this every night, and never had the chance to volunteer for this hideous duty.

She picked up the next dropper and shuddered when the drops turned pink. What would it be this time? Closing her eyes, she moved the dropper toward her waiting tongue. Snape glanced over at her and laughed curtly at her expression. “Yours were the only potions I ever enjoyed grading, Miss Granger,” he said, still sounding gruff. “At least I knew they wouldn’t kill me.”

As the potion touched her tongue, she felt a peculiar sensation of blood rushing, warming her body and causing her to flush with heat. She could feel a strange tingling sensation in some of her more sensitive areas, and she felt herself flush with embarrassment. “Miss Granger,” Snape said, suddenly sounding slightly alarmed, “What’s the matter?” he took the dropper from her and tried it on himself. Hermione could see the heated feeling rising in him also.

Suddenly, she had a controlling urge to drink from the vial. She grabbed it from Snape’s hand, and turned it upside down, emptying about half of it down her throat until the heat and the throbbing she felt coursing through her body became too much to bear. Snape appeared compelled by a similar urge, and downed the rest of the potion. “Idiots,” he murmured, moving closer to her. “They mixed up Monksbane and arrow root.”

“What happens when you do that?” Hermione asked, her breath beginning to grow short, and her voice sounding as though she were panting.

“Instead of sending blood rushing to your brain,” Snape whispered in her ear, sending a chill down her spine and a rush of heat between her legs, “It sends the blood coursing throughout your body, centering on you erogenous zones. Arrow root is a potent aphrodisiac and when misused in a potion such as this, it becomes a powerful elixir.” Hermione smiled at him, but her mistook her look for puzzlement. “It makes you horney,” he said simply.

Their lips met in a rough and violent kiss, and Snape grabbed her hand, pulling her though the doorway that led from his office o his private chambers. Quickly, her pulled off her robes, and she did the same to them, each discarding the normal clothing they wore underneath. Neither of them ven stopped to talk.

Hermione couldn’t believe this was happening, and with Snape of all people. She was so wet, she was practically dripping, ane coe could see his erection growing larger by the minute as he pushed her back onto his Spartan bed roughly, not even pausing to ensure her comfort.

“Professor, I never..” she said in a whisper that was lost in a strangled cry as he pushed her further up the bed to make room for himself. Suddenly, she felt the potion take a tighter hold on her, and nothing mattered except finding satisfaction.

She could see him stroking his huge white cock as he stared down at her. “Never” he questioned her, his eyes gleaming maliciously. She shook her head an bit her lower lip, her doubts being lost to the sea of arousal that was washing over her. “Well then, Miss Granger,” he said, still not sounding remotely kind, “you’re in for quite a treat.”

He grabbed her knees roughly and pulled them apart, spreading her legs as wide as they would go until she whimpered with pain. Spitting on two of hi spidery fingers, he grinned at her again, before dipping them into her. She squealed with a mixture of pain and pleasure and felt the heat growing even more intense. “Yes, defiantly never,” he said more softly now, working his fingers in and out. “Good thing you’re so wet,” he said, his words causing her ears to burn with shame, “Otherwise I would never be able to fit, you’re so tight.”

He worked at her opening for a few more moments until he felt her loosen slightly. He stepped around to the edge of the bed. “Now, Miss Granger, he said as though he were in the midst of teaching one of his lessons, “You may find yourself lubricated by natural forces, but I m afraid that my body cannot function without some oral stimulation from you.” He pushed his erection into her face. “Open your mouth,” he said, and she did as she was told, feeling his throbbing member slide into her throat. She moved her mouth along what part of it she could fit without it touching the back of her throat and causing her to gag reflexively. After a few strokes, he seemed satisfied and pulled away from her, working his way back down between her legs.

He worked his fingers back inside of her, pushed on the insides of her thighs until she felt as though she would surely tear in half, and then brought his cock to her cusp. He stared down at her lewdly, no hint of compassion in his eyes, and thrust himself in. Hermione could feel a brief explosion of pain, and then a constant, aching soreness. Beyond that, however, she could feel pleasure such that she had never know. Snape pumped and thrust viciously inside of her. Grabbing and squeezing her breasts as she lay back, her hands clenched on the headboard of his bed, trying to brace herself against him, as she felt he would surly penetrate straight through her if he did not ease up.

Roughly, he grasped her shoulders and pulled her back to the edge of the bed, pulling out of her for just a moment, and then reentering with the same terrible force he had used before. He was now standing before her, and she could see every inch of his sallow body as it loomed over her, his greasy curtain of black hair swinging back and forth to reveal his hooked nose and the sharp features of his compassionless face. “It’s been a long time,” he murmured as he strained to push himself deeper and deeper.

She could feel him tighten slightly, and he began thrusting harder and harder. She tried to find he rhythm with him, but she was feeling sore and his fuck was brutal. Still, as he moved more quickly, she could feel her body begin to tense and a hot flush ran over her. Suddenly, he stopped, and she could feel a surging wetness across her breasts a moment later. When she looked up, he was holding what was left of his erection and stroking himself, spreading his seed all across her chest. He used his finger to collect some, and pushed it to her lips, forcing her to lick it off. She did so, feeling her throat try to close as she swallowed the salty, slightly acidic substance.

He came as close to smiling as she had ever seen him, and then stepped away. A moment later, he handed her two towels, one wet and one dry with which to clean herself. She did so and then dressed hurriedly, wanting only to get away, still feeling unsatisfied but knowing hat her pleasure would not come from him, as he was pulling the covers over himself and nastily telling her to get out. The potion evidently had lost its effect on him after he came, though she could still feel it coursing her way through her body.

She sighed, picking up her things and leaving through the office door, making sure to shut it on her way out. She glanced at the clock as she was leaving. Only eight thirty. She supposed her pleasure was going to have to come from somewhere else that night.