Potions Problems

Disclaimer: All characters of the Harry Potter universe belong to J K Rowling. I am making no money off this insane Porn with Plot.

Potion Problems

Warning: This fic has near to no redeeming value however it should probably be termed a porn with plot.

Steam rose about the Lab as Hermione stirred her Caldron. The heat was making the cotton of her white dress stick to her skin and Severus was seeing every inch of her form cupped tightly and exposed nearly naked to his eyes. He shifted uncomfortably from beside her. He wanted sweep away all their work bend her over the table and tease her mercilessly before taking her hard.

“Severus are those roots cut?”

What did she say? “I don’t believe so Ms. Granger.” Why did he always call her Ms. Granger after having a fantasy interrupted…it was like an automatic guilt complex he used. ‘So Severus…you want to fuck a student?’ Hell yes. He narrowed his eyes technically Hermione was a Professor like himself, but he’d love to give her detention wearing her old uniform.

He noticed her eyes catch his; she was looking at him strangely. Severus looked down at his roots and saw a mess more mangled then a first years attempt. He nonchalantly took out his wand and got rid of the mess. He calmly walked over to his potion storage room to get more mandrake. ‘At least he’d get to see her luscious breasts as he passed.’ Gods what was wrong with him? He was acting worse then a teenager.

He knew what was wrong with him. It was the cursed cure they had made for the long-term effects of crucio. The only after effect they couldn’t get rid of were enhanced libido and certain pheromones. They had made a monster witches and wizard were taking the potion without ever having been hit with crucio in their lives. Some called it the wizarding Viagra. What the devil was Viagra? He figured since he spent about twenty years (besides some rather unwelcome occurrences) with his own, hem, company. He could just take the situation in hand about once a week and he would be fine. He wasn’t. On second thought they were through for the night. “If you would put that under a burner. I will wish you good night Hermione ”

“Severus before you go could you send out that Polyjuice the headmaster wanted?”

“I’ll put it on the desk. If you would put that under a burner. I will wish you good night Hermione ” He snapped before closing the long office door. Undetected by Severus and Hermione a black beetle flew into his office with him.

Wasn’t he going to the potion storage she thought? She efficiently took a small knife and cut a lock of her hair off it was required for the potion. He had been acting strange lately. Sometimes he looked at her like he wanted something from her. He seemed to have a glint in his eyes she had seen only in Ron’s eyes. That was just Ron wanting to get laid she thought angry at the memories he had stopped looking at her like that after the Luna incident. She only knew this information because Ginny told her.

Snape wouldn’t look at her like that. She should know she had been trying even studying to get a simmer out of him for about a year. Even her tutor Ginny was starting to think it hopeless. Maybe he’s gay Ginny had said. Hermione didn’t think so. Why else would she come down stairs in a white silk dress to stir boiling caldrons for hours? Maybe she shouldn’t have worn underwear? Whatever good that would do. She could imagine his comment for that ‘Ms. Granger…don’t you think it would be more appropriate to wear undergarments…especially around students.’ Still ever since he took that potion he had been acting…weird. She decided to abandon her potion for the night she was going to find out what was wrong with Severus.

She put down her stirring rod and moved the caldron to an all night burner before making her way to his office.


Severus hurriedly swept to his office and then his private rooms. He was in too much of a hurry to make sure the door to his private quarters closed properly. He stepped quickly to a large chair and sank into the leather with a sigh. Bloody hell he got up from the chair and quickly went to his personal potion storage cub boards quickly to retrieve the Polyjuice potion while quickly going to his desk and writing a quick not to the house elves to take the potion to the headmaster. He was going to leave it on the desk in the room but decided against it. There were some things he didn’t want any house elf to see. He whipped through the doors to his personal office and it it on his teachers’ desk before going back to his room.

He collapsed into the chair his nerves jittery and eager one wouldn’t know it with his elegant movements and poise he hoped. Gods he hated that antidote. The effects would last as long as damage was being repaired and he had been under the loving care of the Dark Lord for over ten years…his damage was extensive.

His breathing harshened just thinking. Usually he would relax first with a snifter of Old Ogden’s letting the stresses of the day fade away and then he would ponder what hntednted. How she would look at him with kind smiles building up to sultry smirks and brave wandering hands touching his body and holding him close like she cared. Like he was any normal wizard who had not raped and killed like he was worthy of her attentions. Well he couldn’t have her.

He imagined Hermione with her head on his lap. A single pressure of weight that teased his cock with her nearness. He saw her lift her head smiling mischievously on her knees. Her hands touched his outer thighs a gentle firm pressure moving up and down warming his cold trousers. He leaned back as she brushed a hand up to quickly work on his buttons and laughed when she became impatient and used a charm. He shrugged off his heavy black suit jacket as her warm hands touched his chest. One teasing her way up to his flat brown nipples and pinching one while the other brushed down teasingly over his arousal.
He could almost feel hot breath on his flesh through his trousers. He always kept his eyes closed during these little sessions. His breath caught as he felt hands touch him through his boxers. Both hands were around his hips now pushing his pants down to the floor. “Yes Hermione” he moaned a hand cupped his balls as the other released his cock by sliding it to the side. He gasped at her imagined touch on him. He muttered a lubrication spell wand less. As he imagined Hermione getting up from her knees and her weight and heat on his thighs. Her moist heat teased the tip of his erection as fluid started to pearl on top. She put her weight on the sides of the chair as she raised her self up and down barely taking him in. “Hermione for polishing a wand your only doing half the job.” he growled as he pushed her body hard onto his cock. Her wet heat surrounded him pulsing around him tightly. He watched her lovely breasts bounce as he groaned. His soft teasing of his cock with his hand became savage as he pumped himself violently. His heart was beating franticly in his chest his body shook as he imagined himself thrusting into Hermione’s tense warmth as her body shook. He imagined her body tensed with in his arms as she screamed Severus as he thrust deep inside her and came. “Hermione.” he groaned as he felt his cock twitch and his release took over.

He heard a sharp breath and turned sharply. There standing in the doorway of his sitting room was Hermione with a surprised, shocked look on her face. She seemed to tremble. “I’m sorry” she yelled as she ran out of his chambers as if hell was after her or a horny old man with too much free time. ‘Good going Mr. cautious leave your private chambers open…she’ll never fuck us now’ Fuck him he doubted she want to see him ever again. He laid his head back on his chair to notice the thick cum spot on his ceiling…yet another problem with the potion the increased velocity of the male orgasm. “Scourgify.” He said pointing to the ceiling He lowered his head yet another thing that went wrong in his bloody life. Now he’s lose the company of one of the only few people he could stand…he’d lose a friend.


“I’m sorry!” she confessed as she ran out of his chambers breathless. She left through his office running until she walked up the stairs from the dungeons. Oh my…he did want her. She didn’t know what to do. He might hate her for a while. She couldn’t necessarily go back in there and tell her proper Professor, former Professor (who had his wank out) that she didn’t mind if he fantasized about her at all. It was however a little scary she was hardly experienced and wanted to begin a more affectionate relationship start with kissing and proceed gradually. What Snape had imagined her doing was definitely not gentle or rated for children of all ages. It was basic and primal and erotic. How could she think that? She had walked in on Ron once and thought it the most ridiculous thing she had ever seen? Well Snape had seemed very skilled at it…how skilled would he be with his hands on her?

She blushed it was something to think about. She looked at her watch…if she left now she could catch Ginny after work she would have some advice. She Accio’d her scarf and coat. It came back to her silver and green she must have been thinking of the wrong one. Damn Draco had to give her that thing he figured if she taught and lived in the dungeons she should have a Slytherin scarf. No call for it now or she would be late.

Severus was weary his shirt still hung on him unclasped showing his bare chest. He had however kicked off his trousers and tucked back his wand, he had not left from the chair. He was drinking about his sixth glass of fire whisky in a row. After the bottle was empty he threw it across the room watching it shatter on the stonewall with a satisfying smirk.

“Temper Temper Professor?” Came a snippy feminine voice from the shadows. “I’m very flattered that you were thinking of me…I’ve been thinking of you too…Professor Snape.”

“Hermione?” the voice sounded a little too snippy but her body was defiantly Hermione’s. His mind slushed around in the alcohol he consumed. Why she calling him Professor? ‘Play time!’ So she wanted to play…it would figure that drunk out of his mind that portion of his brain would still function. Well if wanted to play she had his full attention that was available. Why couldn’t so tho this when he wasn’t drunk? “Where’s my sober up potion?” he muttered.

“That’s alright Professor…I want you now.” She purred.

His cock was hard again. They would play...After he took that bloody potion. Normally he would summon something as commonplace as a potion without his wand, he didn’t trust his concentration at this point in time. He took out his wand. “Accio Sober-up potion he commanded. The vial flew into his hand and he tipped it back to drink it, to find it empty. Did he drink that much? He smirked slightly sizing up Hermione. If she wanted him she was going to work for it. ‘Are you insane just throw her in your room and fuck her.’ He stood up to his impressive height and folded his hands over his dishealved shirt with great dignity as he sneered in his best Potions Masters voice. “Ms. Granger I believe you are late for your detention… and out of uniform.” ‘He was going to have her brew a potion first?’ Yes well his horny side was responsible for the Professor fantasy anyway. He turned around and glared at her. “Well Ms. Granger…”

She looked at him. Sizing up his body her eyes traveled hotly on his bare slightly scared chest and down to his bare legs pausing for a while at his crotch while licking her lips. “Aren’t you as well Professor?”

He glared at her coldly ‘What was her game?’ “Are you talking back to a Professor?” he snarked his blood thrumming in his veins.

“Oh no if I’m in that short skirt you will be in the bat costume!” she snarked back heading out his private chambers to his office, she looked at him mischievously as she looked his his eyes. “And hurry up …Potter never keeps me waiting.”

His eyes glinted as he stared her eyes as they waived back and forth. “Indeed.” he growled as he saw the door close. ‘How dare the little…’ He quickly buttoned his shirt up and stepped back into his trousers while holding onto the chair. He slipped his arms into the sleeves of his jacket and as a last thought whipped out the cape. So she wanted to fuck the greasy git did she? She would. He picked up some papers to mark. They were only a prop like he would even comprehend what was on them a bunch of first year essay questions. However his state of inebriation might help him to comprehend them.

He swept through the rooms to his classroom. Pausing before he entered the classroom with a force that had the door hit the wall.

Hermione looked into his eyes and said with a smirk ”Your Late!”

He glared into wherethouthought her eyes were with his wavering vision.. “Twenty points from Gryffindor for reprimanding a Professor.” He said in a voice like silk. He looked at her surprised. “Well this is detention is it not…sit down. For your Detention I want you to brew Sober-up potion.”

She was staring at him blankly then she began unbuttoning her shirt slowly. Ms. Ms. Granger your not getting out of this that easy…complete your detention and perhaps…” He turned around and went to his desk whipped out the papers and started grading.

He looked at then once then marked most of them with large crooked F’s.
Hermione moved over to his side of the room and reached for a book. That was a short skirt he discovered when she bent over to reach a utensil she was without knickers, he could see her moist pink folds. He shifted uncomfortably “Ms. Granger…I didn’t say references were allowed.”

‘The book she would need is on the lowest shelf.’ So it was and the little minx knew that. He gestured for her to continue with his hand. He watched hungrily as she bent over searching all the shelves for the book she required. He watched her skirt flip back as she searched the bottom shelves. She had a firm heart shaped ass he wanted to grasp onto, a little pink asshole, and a …spread pussy. Perhaps he should just go over there and… No not until she finishes that potion. It was a test of will but he waited until she approached his desk.

“Is it finished Ms. Granger?” he looked at her she looked quite pleased with herself.

“Yes Professor.” She giggled.

Did Hermione ever giggle? She approached him and knelt down before him. He watched her almost in slow motion not moving. He felt her hands on his erection rubbing him through his silk boxers before he reacted. “What exactly are you doing…Ms. Granger.”

“Practicing my technique.”

He moaned as she brushed aside his boxers and pulled out his cock. “Indeed.” She knelt down and sucked the base of it. “And do you practice this…technique…often.”

She licked and smirked, “Well Harry likes this.” and she cupped his balls as she took him deep into her mouth. He sucked in his breath while gritting his teeth. “Perhaps you could refrain from telling me what Potter likes.” He growled. “Hermione.”

“Potter has nothing like this when I saw your large cock fucking your hand…I knew I must have it.” She swallowed him nearly to the base.

Her mouth bobbed up and down with obvious skill as she teased him with her finger by his anus and gently inserting it as she sucked. His head felt like it was floating as he jerked in disbelief at her forwardness. Obviously the know-it-all practiced what she read. He was breathing heavy as he grasped her head through her curls and held her while thrusting quickly and deeply into her mouth. Her tongue pushed against the vein on the bottom of his cock as she pushed her finger up deeply in his ass. “Hermione!” He moaned as he shot his seed down her throat as he released her hair.

She fell back choking as she held her throat and glared at him. “Are you trying to kill me? Potter would never…”

She looked at him he was rising up from his chair not even tucking har hardening staff back. He picked up his wand looking at her position on the floor with a terrible smile.
“Perhaps I should treat you to bit of what you have treated me too…it is only fair.”

He struck like a serpent moving over her and pressing her body into the cold dungeon floor. He was completely hard again and rubbing himself teasingly on her exposed cheeks. She shuddered nervously under him. “Gryffindors are about fairness are they not? Have I made you nervous Hermione…Good.”

He cupped one of her breast through the uniform, which he ripped open with the other hand. “How would you like to feel your breasts rubbing against this cold dungeon floor as I fuck you…”

She whimpered under him.

“No well too bad. Here I am treating you like a bloody vestal virgin and your whoreing for Potter.”

“Perhaps this game has gone too far?”

“This was never a game Hermione.” He hissed. He let her breasts crush against the floor as he caressed her heart shaped bum. He could feel her tense under his hands as he brushed against her little pink hole and inserted a finger.

“No…don’t,” she whimpered as she shudders.

He leanver ver her breathing in her ear. “Why ever not…Ah someplace you have never allowed touched. Well my dear I’m afraid since I treated you like a virgin for years. I’m feeling rather savage tonight…perhaps I’ll take the last of your innocence…” He turned and bit her shoulder sharply. “And you’ll wish it as well I promise you.”

He started caressing her body in gentle and rough touches at different times. She started writhing up against him. “Fuck me now!” she moaned.

She was starting to breakn hen he had never thought he would be using such techniques ever again. Oh but the little bitch asked for it by admitting to Potter now after she had told him there was never anything between them. He snorted as he muttered a spell that started his wand to vibrate. He started touching her moist lips spreading them with his fingers. Nothing between her and Potter…no there wasn’t anything between them…not even clothing. He thrust the wand in sharply and listed to her hiss. If it was in pain it wouldn’t be for long. He thrust his wand sharply in and out of her body shocking her a bit before he slowed down the thrust and retreat. As he did this he used his other hand to tease her ass with gentle touches and strokes after awhile she was thrusting his fingers into her.

“Severus” She screamed as she came on his wand.

“Not Potter?”

“Fuck Potter!”

“Hopefully not in my presence. Then again you would probably like that.” He pinched a lower cheek hard.

“Fuck you.”

“He smirked as she came again I believe that is what I am doing…But if you insist.” He started to pull the wand out of her soaked cavity.

She whimpered in disappointment.

He laughed “I only need it for a moment.” He cast a quick lubrication charm and then thrust it savagely back up her cunt.

“Oh Gods fuck me Severus…I don’t care anymore!”

He said nothing as he moved his body over hers She was thrusting and writhing up to him. He was slightly disappointed if Hermione didn’t want to do something she would never give in this easily…however considering the level of skill she was practicing on him maybe she would. He teased his cock against her hole and then using his hand for guidance he slowly thrust forward past the first group of tight muscles. Hermione might be a little tart that fucked Potter but he didn’t want to hurt her.

However the woman had different ideas as she thrust her body down onto him impaling herself. She screamed, but after a while a very short while she was thrusting onto him again. He grasped her hips as he used his balance to push her down and start fucking her deeply. She whimpered and screamed his name as he thrust into her tight ass although one time he thought he heard her say Harry. He was starting to sweat under his robes from his exertions with the minx. His head felt woozy and he grunted as his body stiffened before he came hard in her tight little ass. He fell on top of her still impaled body unconscious.

Who could have known it could be like that thought the woman under Severus as the effects of the potion wore off. She thought for sure she was going to be caught. She hadn’t expected him to take a whole hour and she had taken a couple short sips of the potion when he wasn’t looking. What she had done was very risky but she had been celibate for three years and his cock had looked delicious. Who knew the Hogwarts bat of the dungeons was hiding something like that under those heavy robes.

Gods he was heavy she wriggling out from under him he slid out with a slight pop as she came to her feet. If he had not been drunk she would have been discovered quickly. She was still tingling…of course she was, she pulled out the wand reluctantly and set it next to the sleeping Professor casting a cleansing spell on it with her own. So the Potions Master and Hermione had never had intimate relations she wasn’t aware of that.

Oh well this would be a night she would never forget. Although she couldn’t figure why she kept taunting him with Potter besides it being fun. She had thought for years the Granger girl and the-boy-who-lived had a thing going. She picked the flask of Polyjuice potion off the bookcase where she hid it and took a quick sip trying not to vomit…nasty stuff. No one needed to see Rita Skeeter leaving Hogwarts at this hour now did they.

AN: Thank you for Reading; this will be followed by the intermission.
I should be taken out and shot for this one.