was it worth it?

This is my first Hermione/Snape fanfiction so please let me know if you like it. It is based on a student/teacher relationship so please understand that it is just a story. Snape is rather out of character and a bit of a pervert so if you don’t want to read this stop here.

Summary: Hermione realises that she has used an out of date auto answer quill and her potions essay is completely messed up. Having already been graded she goes to professor Snape in hopes that he might give her a second chance. HG/SS

Chapter 1

Hermione couldn’t believe. Tear pricked her eyes and she looked down at her latest essay. How could she get a T? Professor Snape must have known something was wrong, but what he wrote was just plain cruel.

Miss Granger if you are unable to do your work without magical help then I would advise that you no longer take Potions. If you find the class so difficult as to use a quill that, is not only out of date, but also designed to do the work for you the maybe you should seek out easier classes. If you continue to slack off I will have you removed personally from my class.

Professor Snape

She glared angrily at the name and tried to will herself not to crumple up her essay. She had gone late into the night trying to perfect that work and thanks to Ron and his bloody auto quill it had gone completely wrong.

“I said I was sorry. It’s the one essay that you have failed in the seven years you have been here and yet your making it look like it was your exam failure or something.” He argued when she confronted him about it.

“It’s not that, Ronald!” She snapped at him. “It’s the fact that you can’t understand that cheating gets you nowhere and now because of you it is me that is seen as the cheat!” She shouted and stormed out of the room.

Ginny glared at Ron and then chased after Hermione. Both Harry and Ron had been slacking off all year thinking Quidditch was more important and the exams would be fine. Neither of them had noticed one of their quills had gone missing and had not appeared all too guilty when Hermione discovered what had happened. She had told them to get rid of the quills and do the work on their own but they had only started using the quills when she had refused to let them copy her work.

“They’re so selfish sometimes, it is unheard of.” She sobbed when Ginny found her in Moaning Myrtles bathroom.

“They’re boys, what do you expect?” Ginny replied sitting down on the floor next to Hermione.

The bushy haired girl wiped her eyes on her sleeve and sniffed loudly. For the first time Myrtle knew this was not a time to tease Hermione and Ginny was thankful that she kept her distance.

“I expect them to act like my friends. I expect them to be supportive and own up to their mistakes. And I expect Professor Snape to know by now that I wouldn’t need to cheat!” She snapped feeling more anger towards her potions professor rather than her friends.

“Maybe if you went and explained to him. Tell him what happened and he might let you redo the essay.” Ginny offered and handed Hermione a tissue as her sleeves were now soaked through with tears.

“This is Snape we’re talking about. I may think he was innocent during the war but that doesn’t make him any less of a prick!” Hermione huffed and then blew her nose into the tissue.

“Yes but he is still a teacher. He should at least hear you out. If it’s a real problem then go to McGonagall. We all know she loves you.” Ginny teased and Hermione giggled slightly.

“Yeah maybe you’re right.” She replied and finished drying her tears.

“Of course I’m right. I’m a bloody genius.” Ginny grinned and Hermione laughed out loud this time.

She picked herself up off the floor and offered and hand to Ginny. Once they were both on their feet Hermione lifted her essay and glared at it slightly. It was meant to be on the ‘twelve uses of Dragons blood’ not the ‘ten urines of dung bombs’ she groaned in embarrassment and folded the parchment up. Ginny had seen the title and tried not to snigger knowing that laughs should be kept for when Hermione’s temper was under control.

“I’ll go and see him now. He should be grading papers in his office around this time. At least I hope he is.” She muttered and pocketed her essay. Ginny nodded and walked with her until they returned to the staircase.

“Do you want me to come with you? For moral support and all that.” She offered.

“No it’s probably better if I see him alone.” Hermione replied and quickly hugged Ginny before heading towards the dungeons.

The entrance hall was dark and dull with the only light coming from the flickering torches. Hermione focused her eyes only in front of her trying not to feel drowsy by the flames. She passed Peeves who was floating around in an empty classroom and writing rude messages on the board. She tiptoed passed him not wanting to have anymore sort of hassle tonight.
She then came to the staircase that would lead her to the dungeon. The cold breeze coming from there was enough to make her want to run away and back to the comfort of her warm bed. But she really wanted this grade and she was a Gryffindor after all. Bravery through and through.
She stepped down into the cold staircase and wrapped her arms safely around herself. She was more afraid of running into a Slytherin while she was alone or worse, have Malfoy appear with Crabbe and Goyle for back up. She shivered at the thought but continued on until she saw the portrait for the Slytherin common room.

“Password?” The man taming a serpent asked and turned his eyes on her. They were blood red and made him look possessed.

“I-I was looking for Professor Snape’s office. Could y-you point me in that direction.” She waited for some form of insult about Gryffindors or even Mudbloods but none came. Instead the snake twisted its body and jabbed its tale towards a wall at the end of a corridor. Hermione nodded a thank you, not trusting herself to speak, and walked down the hallway.

She walked slowly hoping that a door would appear somewhere along the way but nothing appeared and she was beginning to think the snake had been lying and merely sent her this way as a rude joke. She huffed and tried to think of a password hoping the wall would move like the one in Diagon Alley.

“Pureblood?” She tried but nothing happened. “Deatheaters, dark mark, master, Defence against the dark arts… oh please open!” She screamed and bashed her hands on the wall. Or at least she had planned on bashing her hands on the wall. Instead her body flung forward and she fell onto the floor. Half her body on one side of the wall and the rest of her body inside it.

“Miss Granger, what is the meaning of this?” A voice hissed above her. She felt two arms grab her waist and pull her to her feet.

“Thank you.” She muttered as Professor Snape stepped back around to face her.

“What are you doing out of bed so close to curfew?” He sneered at her and walked over to his desk. It was only then that Hermione realised she was in a room. It was rather small, with a desk and chair, a double bed in the corner and a couch by the wall. Most of the room was either blood red or black colouring except for the bed that was silver and blue.

“I am head girl professor! The first Curfew does not qualify for me.” She replied feeling annoyed that he had so easily forgotten.

“Fine, what brings you to my office so late at night then. No doubt to discuss that appalling essay you handed in.” He smirked at her knowing he had hit a nerve and sat with one ankle crossed over the other at his desk

“Actually that is why I came to see you. I wanted to explain what happened.” She tried to continue her story but stopped when he held his hand up.

“I understand what happened, Miss Granger.” But his voice sounded nowhere near understanding. “You found the strain of the exams becoming too much and decided to take the easy route. Your only problem is that the plan backfired.”

“That is not true! The exams may be challenging but I would never stoop so low.” Her mind quickly panned to Ron and Harry and resisted the urge to roll her eyes. “I found the quill in the common room and used it when mine went missing. I didn’t realise until after you gave my essay back that it was an auto quill.”

“A likely story. But I know for a fact that you can’t resist checking and rechecking your work. So how did you not notice?” He hissed at her but took great pleasure in making her squirm.

“I didn’t notice because I finished the essay a few moment before the class began and didn’t have time to check it properly.” She admitted and blushed bright red.

“So you may have taken the easy way out and are now trying to cover up by spinning a whole story that can easily be seen as a lie!” He mocked and Hermione blushed again but this time from rage not embarrassment.

“I am not a liar! I know what the truth is and if you have to go to the lengths of using Veritaserum on me then go ahead!” She raged and stood her ground.

“Miss Granger, if you continue to waist my time then I will be forced to report you to your head of house. Now go back to your duties!” He snapped and turned back to his papers.

“I will not!” Snape turned around and fixed her with a glare that could make a cave troll cower. But Hermione stood her ground and tried to hold back her tears. “Please I’ll do anything. Let me redo the essay, I promise you it will be better.” She begged feeling that fighting him would get her nowhere.

“Granger, do not make promises you cannot keep!” He snapped and once again turned back to his paper work. Hermione was confused. What did he mean by that?

“I will keep my promise. I’ll do anything. Just please let me redo the work.” Snape turned to look at her again but this time he did not look angry or evil but slightly intrigued.

“You would be willing to do anything?” He asked with a curious sound to his voice that Hermione had never heard before. At least not from Snape. But she needed to grades, or she felt she needed them.

“Anything.” She said a gulped back her fear.

“What if I were to ask you to do something against your abilities or beliefs?” He asked her and Hermione hesitated. Was the grade really worth it?

“I…” Snape nodded and turned away from her again. “I suppose so.” She answered in a timid voice she had not used since she was eleven.

“I do not believe you would be up to the challenge.” He sneered and Hermione felt her blood boil. Asking her to do something was something she could back down from but a challenge was harder to walk away from.

“Anything.” She said with more confidence than she felt she had.

“Very well.” He said and stood up and walked towards her. “Give me your essay.” She handed over the folded up parchment and followed him as he walked towards his desk again. He placed the parchment down on the table and smirked at the T on the page. “First I want you to make an unbreakable vow.” Hermione gasped and moved back slightly.

“Why?” She asked and made sure there was a lot of distance between them.

“You do not have to promise to do something you do not wish to do. You only have to promise not to repeat what happens. I give you full permission to leave at any time.” He said and gestured towards the wall at the other end at the room.

Hermione looked at the wall and then back at Snape. He fixed her with a stare wondering what she planned to do. She took a few calm breaths and reassured herself that he was a teacher, Slytherin or not.

“Alright, I’ll do it.” Her voice had lost a lot of confidence as she stepped forward and connected her wand tip to his and clasped his hand in her free one.

“Do you promise not to repeat what is about to happen in this room?” He asked and watched for any signs of her hands trying to wriggle loose.

“I do.” She said and took a sharp in take of breath when as the red flames slithered out of the wand tips and circled them. Snape then released her hands and moved away from her.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” He asked and Hermione looked down at her essay before nodding. “Take off your top.” He ordered suddenly in a voice full of power.

She jumped not thinking she had heard him correctly. “What?”

“You are going to be punished for every mistake on this. I will narrow it down to every sentence. So that is eight mistakes in total. The first one requires you to take your top off!” Hermione backed away and let her eyes rest on the parchment. Was it worth it?

She let her shaky hands reach up to her school shirt and began undoing the buttons. Snape became inpatient and moved forward to help her. She jumped when his cold fingers touched her skin as he ripped the rest of the shirt of her body leaving only the top button done up and her tie lying between her breasts. She wished she had worn a bra that day but had not thought much of it at the time.

She gasped when Snape placed his hands roughly on her breasts and squeezed them. This wasn’t right, he was her teacher. Without thinking she pushed his hands away and smacked him across the face.

“Had your score not been as low as it would go, I would have reduced it for that.” He said calmly when he turned back to her. “If you want to leave go now!”

She looked at her essay again and tried to calm her breathing. She could do this, she would not back down. She unfolded her arms from her breasts and waited for Snape to place his hands over them again. She was shocked and cried out in surprise when his mouth latched onto her nipple and bit down on it. He then smoothed it over with his tongue and Hermione tired to wriggle away from him again.

“Stop panicking so much!” He hissed before moving to her other nipple. Hermione felt cheep and disgusted with herself but at the same time she couldn’t deny the damp feeling that was starting to form between her legs.

Snape pulled away and walked over to his desk. He sat down on the chair and lifted a finger to beckon Hermione over to him. She walked on shaky legs over to him and looked down at her paper, she was happy to see that the grade had changed from T to D. She was making progress and felt her confidence go up slightly.

“Lie across my legs, Granger.” He hissed and Hermione felt her confidence drain. Her face went pale and her eyes watered slightly. Now what did he plan to do? She thought as she moved forward. He positioned her so her thighs were lying across his legs and the rest of her body was lying on the table. “Don’t move too much or you will injure yourself.” He muttered in her ear before pushing her skirt up round her waist. She gasped when the cool air hit her damp knickers and tried to clamp her legs together.

SMACK

“Oww!” She yelled and felt tears in her eyes and Snape brought his hand down on her ass.

SMACK

She hissed this time but kept from screaming. By the third smack she barely made a noise but shut her eyes and bit he lip. She then relaxed as he smoothed his hand over the red patch and let her catch her breath.

“Painful, Granger?” He asked with humour in his voice.

“No, sir.” She said defiantly. “Not painful at all.”

Snape growled in anger and ripped her knickers off her body then brought his hand down on her bare skin.

“OW!” Hermione howled and bit her lip until it bled.

“You were saying?” He asked.

“Still painless, sir.” She said but he could tell she was close to tears.

“Really?” he asked and rubbed the red patch again. Instead of smacking her again he moved his fingers down her bottom to her more sensitive area. He was shocked to find it was soaked and slick. “Enjoying this, are you?” He asked cruelly.

“No, sir.” She denied but couldn’t help but groan as he ran his fingers over her clit.

He moved his fingers lower and pushed them inside her. She moaned loudly as he pushed his crooked fingers in and out of her and rubbed his thumb over her clit.

“Oh Merlin!” She hissed as he hit a particularly sensitive spot. She tried to push back against him to get her release but as soon as she did he pulled away.

“You aren’t meant to enjoy this!” SMACK

“I said I wasn’t!” She screamed back no longer caring what grade she got. She wanted her release and for her Potion Professor to give it to her. “Please.” She begged and pushed her cunt down on his thigh.

Snape gasped in shock and pushed her body off him and onto the floor. He cast a binding spell on her wrists so they were pinned above her head and then threw her down on the table.

“You aren’t meant to like this, Miss Granger. You are breaking the rules.” He snarled while unzipping his trousers. Hermione gasped when she felt his cock press against has and panicked. She was still a virgin and had read in many books that first time intercourse was painful for a female.

“Don’t.” She cried as he slammed into her. The pain was indescribable as Snape pushed in and out of her. She tried to close her legs but he held them by putting them over his shoulders.

Soon the pain began to decrease and a new feeling came along. Hermione felt herself pushing back against his thrusts and Snape froze when her own hand went to her clit. He watched as she rubbed herself while he moved in and out of her.

“Don’t… stop.” She begged feeling herself getting closer to her climax. Snape placed his hand down with hers and began rubbing in small circles. The coldness of his fingers only added the excitement and Hermione felt her walls clamp around him.

“Severus!” She cried and then lay limp on the table.

Snape thrust into her several more times before he came calling out her name. He fell against her and listened to her racing heart.

Hermione turned her head and lifted her essay. ‘O’

“It was worth it.” She sighed and let he body relax and Snape placed her gently on the bed. “It was definitely worth it.”

Sorry if this was crap. It is my first fic after all so please be nice.