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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
23,317
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19
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BDSM challenge response
This is my response to the SS/HG BDSM challenge, from hinata.
None of the characters are mine, they belong to the she known as JK Rowling.
I hope you enjoy this, please review, any criticism welcome!
~o0o~
Hermione lay on the bed, dressed in nothing but a sheer nightgown, holding onto her wand. She was waiting for the door opposite her to open, but she had been waiting for almost an hour. Where was he? He should have been back here by now. Dinner had been served in the Great Hall ages ago, and although he had detention, surely he would have been back
Hermione sighed, and leant back on the bed, closing her eyes momentarily.
“Nox”, came a whispered voice.
Suddenly the room went dark. Hermione opened her eyes, squinting to see the figure outlined in the doorway. She couldn’t make out any details, but as the figure strode into the room, towards the bed, with his cape billowing out behind him, she knew it was him. Professor Severus Snape. The door shut behind him, leaving the room in complete darkness.
“What do you think you’re doing, Miss Granger?” asked Snape, his deep velvety voice coming out of the dark turning Hermione more than she ever could have imagined possible.
“Come to me, Severus. I know you want me almost as much as I want you” Hermione whispered.
Severus raised his eyebrow at this remark, but it went unnoticed by Hermione in the darkness. “Well, aren’t we just a know-it-all this evening?”
“Well, Professor, I know it annoys you when I’m an ‘insufferable know-it-all’, so I’m trying to goad you into coming over here and giving me a good fucking, to teach me a lesson,” Hermione smirked, thinking she’d won.
But Severus was a Slytherin, and not so easily goaded. “Oh, I’ll teach you a lesson, that you can be sure of, Miss Granger. I just hope you learn from it, being the teacher’s pet you are.” His voice dripped sarcasm.
“EXPELLIARMUS!” Severus suddenly cried, causing Hermione’s wand to leap from her hand into his own.
Hermione was getting a little bit apprehensive. She knew he enjoyed being in control, but he’d never done anything like this before.
She felt Severus climbing onto the bed, and waited for him to lower himself to her level and kiss her. When the kiss didn’t happen, Hermione raised herself off the bed, and felt around in the dark for Severus. She felt her hand connect with his robe clad shoulder and moved it into his hair, which was quite long, and didn’t feel nearly as greasy as it looked. Running her hands through her hair, she leant forwards to kiss his soft, sarcastic lips, but Severus moved away.
“Now then, my love, do you really think that is a proper punishment? Me allowing you to do what you want to do? I think not. It is I who will be in charge, and you will do anything and everything I tell you to, won’t you my dear?”
Hermione snorted. “If you think I’m going to do anything you say, you’d better think again-“ she started saying angrily.
“Hush!” snarled Severus. “I forgot how proud you Gryffindors can be. I think I should help you overcome that nasty habit, don’t you?” With this, Severus pushed Hermione back down on the bed, gently, but firmly. A quick wave of his wand, and Hermione’s arms were chained spread-eagled above her head. Another wave, and her ankles were also chained down.
“Lumos” was the next thing to come out of Snape’s mouth, as he leered over Hermione, admiring how beautiful she looked, chained down and angry, squirming against her bindings.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Hermione cried out indignantly. “You can’t do this to me!” Hermione struggled even more, but her efforts were useless. She was well and truly tied to the bed, and she felt extremely vulnerable. Feeling vulnerable only caused her temper to flare up more.
“Oh, but I can. And this isn’t all I’m going to do to you, pet.” Severus sneered again.
He leant over Hermione, caressing her arms, marvelling at how soft her skin was, as always. With a growl, Snape ripped of the nightgown.
He then stepped back to admire the perfect body Hermione possessed. His gaze travelled from her face, down her neck, lingering over her perky breasts, with their upright nipples. Snape felt himself becoming very aroused. His gaze moved further south, past Hermione’s tiny waist, over her nicely rounded hips, and along her lovely long legs, before travelling back up to the wondrous area between her legs, hidden beneath a sparse scattering of hair. He let out a low sound in his throat, which made Hermione giggle.
Snape’s head shot up. He hated being laughed at, even by Hermione. Hermione grew scared by the look of hatred upon her beloved Severus’s face, even though the look was gone within seconds.
Snape got off the bed quickly, and walked into the next room, muttering under his breath.
“Severus?” called Hermione, getting even more scared now. Where was he going? Why had he looked at her that way? She struggled against the chains even more, wishing she hadn’t tried to goad Snape earlier. Perhaps if she hadn’t, they could be having a nice conversation, like sensible adults….Or curled up in bed.
“Hang on a moment, my dear,” came Severus’s voice through the doorway. “I’ll be back in just a second, I just want to get something.”
Hermione stopped struggling, at least for the moment. If he said he’d be back, then he would be. Severus would never lie to her. She wondered what on earth it was that he was getting though.
None of the characters are mine, they belong to the she known as JK Rowling.
I hope you enjoy this, please review, any criticism welcome!
~o0o~
Hermione lay on the bed, dressed in nothing but a sheer nightgown, holding onto her wand. She was waiting for the door opposite her to open, but she had been waiting for almost an hour. Where was he? He should have been back here by now. Dinner had been served in the Great Hall ages ago, and although he had detention, surely he would have been back
Hermione sighed, and leant back on the bed, closing her eyes momentarily.
“Nox”, came a whispered voice.
Suddenly the room went dark. Hermione opened her eyes, squinting to see the figure outlined in the doorway. She couldn’t make out any details, but as the figure strode into the room, towards the bed, with his cape billowing out behind him, she knew it was him. Professor Severus Snape. The door shut behind him, leaving the room in complete darkness.
“What do you think you’re doing, Miss Granger?” asked Snape, his deep velvety voice coming out of the dark turning Hermione more than she ever could have imagined possible.
“Come to me, Severus. I know you want me almost as much as I want you” Hermione whispered.
Severus raised his eyebrow at this remark, but it went unnoticed by Hermione in the darkness. “Well, aren’t we just a know-it-all this evening?”
“Well, Professor, I know it annoys you when I’m an ‘insufferable know-it-all’, so I’m trying to goad you into coming over here and giving me a good fucking, to teach me a lesson,” Hermione smirked, thinking she’d won.
But Severus was a Slytherin, and not so easily goaded. “Oh, I’ll teach you a lesson, that you can be sure of, Miss Granger. I just hope you learn from it, being the teacher’s pet you are.” His voice dripped sarcasm.
“EXPELLIARMUS!” Severus suddenly cried, causing Hermione’s wand to leap from her hand into his own.
Hermione was getting a little bit apprehensive. She knew he enjoyed being in control, but he’d never done anything like this before.
She felt Severus climbing onto the bed, and waited for him to lower himself to her level and kiss her. When the kiss didn’t happen, Hermione raised herself off the bed, and felt around in the dark for Severus. She felt her hand connect with his robe clad shoulder and moved it into his hair, which was quite long, and didn’t feel nearly as greasy as it looked. Running her hands through her hair, she leant forwards to kiss his soft, sarcastic lips, but Severus moved away.
“Now then, my love, do you really think that is a proper punishment? Me allowing you to do what you want to do? I think not. It is I who will be in charge, and you will do anything and everything I tell you to, won’t you my dear?”
Hermione snorted. “If you think I’m going to do anything you say, you’d better think again-“ she started saying angrily.
“Hush!” snarled Severus. “I forgot how proud you Gryffindors can be. I think I should help you overcome that nasty habit, don’t you?” With this, Severus pushed Hermione back down on the bed, gently, but firmly. A quick wave of his wand, and Hermione’s arms were chained spread-eagled above her head. Another wave, and her ankles were also chained down.
“Lumos” was the next thing to come out of Snape’s mouth, as he leered over Hermione, admiring how beautiful she looked, chained down and angry, squirming against her bindings.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Hermione cried out indignantly. “You can’t do this to me!” Hermione struggled even more, but her efforts were useless. She was well and truly tied to the bed, and she felt extremely vulnerable. Feeling vulnerable only caused her temper to flare up more.
“Oh, but I can. And this isn’t all I’m going to do to you, pet.” Severus sneered again.
He leant over Hermione, caressing her arms, marvelling at how soft her skin was, as always. With a growl, Snape ripped of the nightgown.
He then stepped back to admire the perfect body Hermione possessed. His gaze travelled from her face, down her neck, lingering over her perky breasts, with their upright nipples. Snape felt himself becoming very aroused. His gaze moved further south, past Hermione’s tiny waist, over her nicely rounded hips, and along her lovely long legs, before travelling back up to the wondrous area between her legs, hidden beneath a sparse scattering of hair. He let out a low sound in his throat, which made Hermione giggle.
Snape’s head shot up. He hated being laughed at, even by Hermione. Hermione grew scared by the look of hatred upon her beloved Severus’s face, even though the look was gone within seconds.
Snape got off the bed quickly, and walked into the next room, muttering under his breath.
“Severus?” called Hermione, getting even more scared now. Where was he going? Why had he looked at her that way? She struggled against the chains even more, wishing she hadn’t tried to goad Snape earlier. Perhaps if she hadn’t, they could be having a nice conversation, like sensible adults….Or curled up in bed.
“Hang on a moment, my dear,” came Severus’s voice through the doorway. “I’ll be back in just a second, I just want to get something.”
Hermione stopped struggling, at least for the moment. If he said he’d be back, then he would be. Severus would never lie to her. She wondered what on earth it was that he was getting though.