Snape Brings in the New Year with a Bang

Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to JKR. All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
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NOTE TO READERS: Just thought I'd bring back this fic for a New Year's read. Have a happy and safe New Years everybody!!!!

Chapter 1 ~ Luring a Lonely Hermione

Eighteen-year-old Hermione Granger sat in the Great Hall staring as everyone around her laughed and joked, enjoying their butter beers and pumpkin juices. Harry and Ron were dancing with the Patil twins, groping the smiling young women as they attempted to twirl them into dark corners where they could get their randy hands on them more securely.

Hermione sighed. Everyone seemed to have somebody. Even Neville was snuggled up with a pretty, blonde Hufflepuff girl, smiling stupidly, clearly smitten. Draco Malfoy had Pansy draped around his neck like a necklace. Goyle and Crabbe had two rather frightened looking Hufflepuff girls hemmed up in a corner. Minerva and Albus were tripping the light fantastic, and even Hagrid had a tall, willowy brunette in his large, whiskery embrace.

She sighed, and turned her head. She met a pair of dark, sober eyes. They belonged to Professor Severus Snape, Potions Master. Easily the most disliked teacher at Hogwarts. He was an extremely unfriendly wizard. He never smiled, was quick to take points and assign detentions. And loved to dress students down. His sarcastic wit was legendary. He was about as easy to warm up to as an iceberg. He too was sitting alone, but that wasn’t surprising. He was appalling company at any time. Holidays were the worst. He was only here attending the New Year’s Eve Party at Albus’ directive. Otherwise he would be down in the dungeons, alone, getting blasted on firewhiskey as he brooded, staring into the fire.

Well, he was still getting blasted. He had brought a generous flask of firewhiskey with him, and was adding it to his punch in liberal amounts. He watched the students pawing all over each other with uncaring black eyes. He was off-duty. Every witch in Hogwarts could come up pregnant tomorrow and he wouldn’t give a dragon’s ass. Actually, he wasn’t all that uncaring. When he drank, he got horny. In the dungeons, he could relieve himself manually, but here, he had to sit his erection out. Too bad he wasn’t attractive to the older female students like that idiot Gilderoy Lockhart was. That imbecile got more young ass while he was at Hogwarts than he knew what to do with, though the witches had more complaints than praise for the DA teacher’s sexual prowess. If Snape had been the object of their affections, there would have been no complaints at all.

The Potions Master looked across the room and saw Hermione Granger looking at him. He narrowed his eyes at her, but the witch continued to look at him. Because he had nothing else to do, he muttered, “Legilimens,” and looked into the witch’s mind. She pitied herself because everyone seemed to have someone but her. She was lonely in a crowd of people.

Yeah, well. It’s like that sometimes, Miss Granger.

She was thinking he was as lonely as she was. She was wrong about that. He wasn’t lonely. He liked to be alone. He was horny. If he had his druthers, he’d like to bring in the New Year buried up to his balls in some tight, hot pussy. He really didn’t care whose pussy it was. Hermione continued to look at him, and he scowled slightly at her. She still didn’t look away. He considered her a moment, then added a bit more firewhiskey to his glass.

She was eighteen. She was also one of the golden trio. She had also bloomed into quite a luscious little Gryffindor. He looked back over at her. She was still looking at him, still feeling alone. He hesitated a moment, then gestured at her to join him. What the fuck. He glanced over at Albus. The headmaster was engaged in a lively debate with Flitwick. The staff was imbibing wine, so were a bit inebriated, which suited Snape just fine. He watched as Hermione picked her way through the crowd, coming to join him.

Hermione was surprised when Professor Snape made a motion for her to come join him at his table. He was never social. She was surprised, but also flattered that the wizard who made it a point to avoid interactions had invited her over. Maybe he had made a resolution to be friendlier this year. She certainly hoped so. She admired the Professor. He had done much for the wizarding world in spying on Voldemort before the Dark Lord’s demise. It was a shame he was passed over when the medals were handed out. The Ministry snubbed him. He was lucky he wasn’t sent to Azkaban with the rest of the deatheaters. Only Albus’ staunch support kept him from being handed over to the dementors.

She walked over to his table and stood there uncertainly.

“Happy New Year, Professor,” she said giving him a small smile.

Snape’s black eyes swept over her. She wore a form fitting blue dress, low-cut in front, showing off her rather ample cleavage. She was a petite, little thing, small-waisted with nice hips and a quite delicious little round ass. Pretty legs too. Probably a virgin. She was so into books she didn’t have time for the young wizards that tried to pursue her. They didn’t know how to approach her. Hermione would only gravitate to a man of intelligence, since that was what she appreciated most of all.

“It won’t be New Year for two hours yet, Miss Granger,” the Professor purred. “Sit down before you are trampled by one of these prancing idiots.”

Hermione sat down just as Ron and one of the Patil sisters whirled by a bit drunkenly. It seemed Seamus Finnigan managed to spike the pumpkin juice after all.

“You don’t seem to be enjoying yourself, Miss Granger,” Snape said, sipping his drink.

“No sir. I feel out of place at these affairs. I kind of don’t fit in,” she replied.

Snape looked at her thoughtfully.

“I bet you’d rather be reading next month’s issue of Potions Today,” he stated, his black eyes fixed on her face. He had a copy of it down in the dungeons.

Hermione’s eyes lit up.

“There’s supposed to be a continuation of an article about the Amortentia Potion in that issue. The first half was fascinating, but that issue won’t be out for a couple of weeks,” she said, sighing.

Snape looked at her.

“I happen to have next month’s edition in my rooms. I am an associate of the publisher. He often sends me preview copies. I have read that article. It is quite interesting,” the Potions Master said, looking at his nails idly, knowing that the witch would go into fits that he had the magazine.

“Oh, I’d give anything to read that article,” Hermione gushed.

Snape’s black eyes focused on her.

"Really, Miss Granger?" he asked.

"Oh yes, Professor," she sighed, looking wistful.

Snape smirked, eyeing the witch again.

“That being said, I’d invite you to come read it, Miss Granger, but am afraid your friends will miss you,” Snape said silkily as Harry and Ron continued cavorting with the twins. Hermione was the last thing on their minds as they held the curvaceous pair.

Hermione looked at her friends.

“They won’t even notice I’m gone,” she said a bit sadly. She hadn’t noticed that Snape had taken her at her word when she said she’d give anything to read that article.

Snape pounced.

“Well, in that case Miss Granger, I am heading down to my rooms anyway, having put in my mandatory appearance at this ridiculous paradigm of debauchery they call a New’s Year’s Eve party You are welcome to accompany me and read the article. You will have to read it in my rooms, of course. I do not loan out my publications,” he said, standing up.

Hermione hesitated as she looked at the Potions Master. His black eyes were focused intently on her face. He was a teacher in good standing at Hogwarts. He was a hero too. She didn’t have anything to fear from him, and he rarely was this generous with his time or his possessions. She would be stupid not to take advantage of his offer.

“All right, Professor,” she said rising. They walked out a side exit, and headed toward the dungeon area.

They walked in silence, the Potions Master striding silently beside the witch, casting surreptious glances at her from time to time.

Hermione looked up at him.

“I appreciate this, Professor. I can’t wait to get my hands on that article,” she said, “I don’t know how to thank you.”

“I’m sure you’ll find a way, Miss Granger,” Snape replied obliquely as they approached his office.

Snape unwarded the door and let Hermione in. Before he closed it, he glanced up and down the corridor, making certain no one had seen them enter. He closed the door and warded it securely. Hermione was watching him, a little frown on her face.

“I always ward my office door securely, Miss Granger. Students have a tendency to try and get at my Potions stores,” he said, his dark eyes glistening as Hermione looked a bit guilty. She had stolen boomslang skin from him in her second year to make Polyjuice potion. Snape had figured it out as soon as he found out she was in the infirmary because of a botched transformation. She had added a cat hair to the potion rather than a human hair, with disastrous results.

She nodded. The Professor walked over to a wall and pressed a brick. The wall slid open.

“My study,” he said, gesturing for Hermione to enter. The witch passed through the doorway into a room full of books from floor to ceiling.

“Oh my gods,” she breathed, “What an amazing library you have, Professor.”

Snape didn’t take his eyes off the young witch.

"Yes. I have many rare and out of print publications,” he responded, knowing that books to Hermione was like gold to a niffler. She would be dying to get her hot little hands on any one of his tomes.

He approached her, placing his large pale hand to the small of her back and directing her forward to a chair in front of the fireplace. Hermione sat down. Snape snapped his fingers and torches flared up, illuminating the room.

“Wandless magic!” Hermione exclaimed, looking at him with lifted brows.

“Yes, Miss Granger. No foolish wand waving for me,” the Potions Master said, retrieving the magazine from a small desk in the corner and bringing it to her.

“But I’ve seen you use a wand,” Hermione said, taking the magazine.

“Simply to hide the fact I can do wandless magic,” the Professor said, walking to the liquor cabinet and pouring himself another drink. He turned to face her.

“Enjoy the article, Miss Granger,” he purred as he took a large swallow of the drink and eyed the young witch, smirking to himself.

Hermione smiled, and enthusiastically leafed through the pages until she found the article she was looking for. She leaned back in the armchair and started to read. Snape watched her.

She had said she’d do anything to read that article, hadn’t she?

Snape sat down in the armchair next to her, staring into the fire and waiting for her to finish.


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A/N: This is bad Snape again. And a completely innocent, virginal, naïve Hermione who has haplessly walked into the snake pit. Someone complained Hermione was always able to handle Snape in my stories, and he never has the upper hand. I disagree with that summation, however, me being me, and having no stories currently struggling to get out, I decided to write a PWP to fit or try to fit what this reviewer requested.

Sooooo, while I prefer my Hermione feisty and smart in most situations, this Hermione is a soft, retiring, twinkie and meant to be prey for Snape. In other words she’s purposely written as the sacrificial virgin for a predatory Snape without conscience. I wanted to write something for New Years. Good Snape got something for Christmas after all. Bad Snape will bring in the New Year with a bang this time. Maybe a couple of bangs. Don’t expect depth in this one. Strictly PWP. And short. Thanks. Please review.