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In the Name of Research
Author's Notes: This was written by JenKM1216. Since it's the prequel to a JaneceMorrighan coauthored work, Rigidness Aside, I'm posting here under the account shared by myself and Alauralen. Hope you all enjoy. Make sure to read the humorous follow-up!
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In the Name of Research
“Miss Granger,” Professor Severus Snape bellowed at his apprentice. “Come in here this instant!”
Hermione Granger tore through the potions lab, pell-mell. When Snape bellowed like this, it was best to make haste. “Yes, Professor?” she asked, out of breath, when she reached his side.
“I need you to divest yourself of your clothing and lie down on the table,” came the unexpected response.
Hermione’s mouth dropped open, and she nearly laughed until she realized that he was serious. “What?” she asked unbelievingly.
“I believe you heard me. One thing that is not lacking about you is your hearing. Although, your ability to follow directions is,” he snapped. “Now, divest of your clothing, and lie down on the table.”
“I will do no such thing, Professor,” Hermione squealed indignantly. “How dare you ask such a thing of me?”
Severus stepped in front of her and bent until his face was level with hers. “Do not try my patience. Do you want this apprenticeship or not?”
“Professor, why do you need for me to… divest of my clothing?” she asked suspiciously. When no answer was forthcoming, it dawned on her. “You tried the potion, didn’t you?”
The glare on the face of the man in front of her deepened. He looked down his long nose at her in disdain. “You are my apprentice. I ask you questions; you do not ask me questions.”
Hermione laughed at him. It probably wasn’t the best idea, but she couldn’t help it. “Well, Professor,” she began, “it seems that you have a problem.” She looked pointedly at his trousers, which were tented. She hadn’t noticed before in her shock over his order. “The way I see it; if I help you with the… research, you owe me.”
Severus was beginning to experience pain from the erection in his trousers. He had never had a hard on quite so large before. He was in desperate need of a willing pussy, and he didn’t want to have to go traipsing to a brothel. He made it a rule to stay away from whores. One never knew what had been in them. He realized that he was going to have to change tactics with Hermione.
“Miss Granger,” he purred in a seductive voice. “You have always been very dedicated to research.” He stepped forward until he was very much in her personal space and placed on hand on her shoulder. He leaned over and whispered silkily in her ear, “Wouldn’t it be a shame to let a potentially profitable potion go to waste?”
They had been working as master and apprentice since the downfall of Voldemort three years previously. It was likely that Hermione could easily pass the standard exam to become a Potions mistress, but for reasons unknown to either of them, she stayed on as his apprentice.
Hermione shivered at the feel of his warm breath on her ear. Her heartbeat accelerated, and she prayed that he didn’t notice. “I…” She gulped. “I want fifty percent of the profit when we are able to market a working potion.”
“Ten,” Severus negotiated.
“Forty,” Hermione countered.
“Twenty,” he said, rubbing her shoulder gently.
“Thir… Thirty,” she stuttered, shivering with desire. Who knew this man could be so sensual?
“Done,” Severus whispered magnetically. He lowered his mouth to her ear and gently exhaled. Hermione shuddered, breasts heaving. He brushed her hair back and kissed the exposed neck delicately.
She moaned softly and leaned into his long, lanky form. His arms came around her, and he pulled her flush, his hands dropping to her rounded bum, and ground his now throbbing erection into her stomach. He sucked her neck, leaving his mark, and attacked her mouth with fervor.
She opened her lips in invitation, and he flicked his tongue into the warmth of her mouth. Her tongue met his stroke for stroke. When they finally disengaged, they were both left breathless.
Severus’ hands snaked to her breasts and squeezed the round globes gently. When he began to unhook her robes, Hermione stopped him.
“Let’s go to either my quarters or yours. I have no desire to conduct this sort of research in the potions lab where anyone could walk in and observe,” she said reasonably.
Severus growled with impatience. “My quarters. Yours are entirely too far away. Besides, I don’t fancy the idea of jaunting about the halls with a raging erection. That is not something I want the students to see.”
Hermione giggled. “Lead the way, Professor,” she said.
“Given the nature of our research, I think it would be best if you called me Severus,” he said.
“Well, you should call me Hermione, Severus,” she breathed provocatively, running her hands over her breasts and down her sides.
Severus felt the impossibly hard erection in his pants grow even harder. He grabbed her hand, saying, “Let’s go now.”
He all but ran into his office, pulling Hermione behind him, and ripping the door open. Not bothering to close it behind them, he flicked his wand in the direction of the bookcase on the opposite wall, muttering under his breath. Hermione could only assume it was the password to his secret entrance.
They hastened down the narrow hallway until they burst into Severus’ study. Hermione paused in awe of the shelves of books on every wall. She was yanked, unceremoniously, from his private office and into the living room beyond.
She hardly got a glance of the room before she was drawn through yet another door. It slammed shut behind her with an unspoken command from the heaving wizard in front of her. She had only a moment to see pale green tapestries and dark cherry furniture before being thrown onto the large, four-poster bed in the center of the room.
“Divestio,” Severus said clearly, flicking his wand at her prostrate form.
The chill air of the dungeons pricked Hermione’s skin, and her nipples grew hard. Severus sucked in a breath at the sight before casting the spell on himself. A moment later, he stood naked before her with an impressive erection capturing her view. She let her eyes wander slowly over the rest of his body. It had filled out a bit in the years following Voldemort’s demise. Instead of an unhealthy, skinny man, a lean, well-muscled man stood proudly before her. She had always found Severus Snape attractive in an unconventional sort of way, and his voice could drive one mad with desire. But she wasn’t prepared for the surge of lust that shot through her body at the sight of him.
Severus was staring at Hermione with equal admiration. She had been a plump, round girl when she’d graduated, but years of long hours as his apprentice had slimmed her down. She was now nut-brown and toned. Her breasts were a lot larger than the deceptive robes had let on. They were a perfect handful with large, pink nipples. It reminded him of the cherry on top of an ice-cream sundae. That had always been his favorite part. He wet his lips at the thought of licking and devouring her like a sundae.
He crawled onto the bed in a predator-like fashion. She scooted back on her bare bum as he stalked her to the head of the bed where she cowered with wide, lust-filled eyes.
“Tell me you’re not a virgin,” he said with a pang of doubt at her almost fearful gaze.
She shook her head. “No, I have been with one other man before.”
“Was he a man or a boy?” Severus purred. “When I am done with you, he will be but a distant reminder of a juvenile experience.”
He reached out and grabbed her foot, pulling her down beneath his hard body. She squealed fervidly as his nose came in contact with her pubis. He inhaled and smiled up at her wickedly. Burying his face in her crotch, he began licking and sucking.
In mere moments, Hermione writhed, and he had to throw an arm over her hips to hold her steady. Her body bucked, and she cried out, “Oh, Severus!”
His face was flooded with her essence, and he lapped it up greedily. “I’m going to make you scream in pleasure before this night is over,” he promised.
Hermione sighed, intoxicated by the severe, sensual man before her. She had no idea that beneath his austere façade, he was a sex god with an appetite for erotic revelry. Her mind was torn from her thoughts as she felt his erection pressing at her entrance.
Once again he promised, “You will scream your satisfaction this night.”
“Yes,” she moaned in agreement.
His lips plunged to hers in a passionate kiss as he pushed into her waiting body. He was not prepared for the tightness of her. Groaning, he thrust forward until he was fully sheathed within her. He stilled, sucking in his breath, not wanting to lose control when they had only just begun.
Hermione threw her head back as he plunged into her. Severus was much larger than her previous partner, and it was a glorious feeling. She was stretched and filled in more ways than she had ever dreamed possible. He started moving again after a moment, and her pleasure escalated to new heights. Her hands roamed over every reachable inch of his body as he slammed into her over and over. She felt a wave building deep inside the pit of her stomach. It crept outward in a slow, exhilarating fashion, and she felt her walls begin to clench around Severus’ cock.
Severus was in pure ecstasy inside Hermione. He was squeezed, and the sweet friction of her was almost more than he could take. He took her hard and fast, feeling her barrier as he nearly bottomed out. When she began thrashing wildly beneath him, he knew she was close, and he whispered in a velvety voice, “Scream for me, Hermione. Shriek your rapture.”
Her mouth dropped open, and her eyes squeezed shut tightly, as she felt her orgasm sweep through her body. Severus’ smooth voice in her ear shot wave after wave of pleasure through her. A ragged cry ripped from her body and rose in pitch until she was screaming as Severus had promised she would. Her incoherent cries filled the room as tears of pleasure rolled down her face.
Severus felt the orgasm in the contractions of her pussy. It milked him, and he felt the telltale pressure of bliss building. He struggled to hold back, but it was just not possible. He arched into her forcefully, yelling, “Hermione!” He thrust once more and emptied himself within her hot, wet depths.
Collapsing on his knees and elbows, he let his forehead rest against hers. He kissed her gently, their panting breaths mingling.
“Oh, Severus,” Hermione managed after a few moments of silent rapture.
He drew his softening member out of her slowly, shuddering with the effort, and rolled to his side, pulling her against his sweaty body. “See, I promised that you would scream in pleasure.”
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
Six months later, Severus and Hermione sat in front of group of eager reporters. Their potion had been a wild success among the wizarding population. Not wishing to rely on Muggle means, wizards who had problems with lasting erections had flocked to stores to purchase ‘the miracle potion,’ as it had been dubbed.
The questioning started, and after ten minutes of boring explanation, a witch asked, “So, how did you research the potion to make sure it worked?”
Hermione flushed, and Severus bit back a bark of laughter.
“So the speculations are correct then,” the witch pressed. “Is this how you became involved with your apprentice, Professor Snape?”
“The relationship between the two of us is not why we are here today,” Severus said sagely, pushing aside the line of questioning.
When the conference was finally over, Severus escorted Hermione back to the hotel. Ensconced inside the Muggle elevator, he pushed her against the wall and said, “What do you say we conduct some more research, Madam Snape?”
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Read the prequel, Rigidness Aside, at the following link:
http://hp.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=600008835
Enjoy!
Beta'd by southern_witch_69.
“Miss Granger,” Professor Severus Snape bellowed at his apprentice. “Come in here this instant!”
Hermione Granger tore through the potions lab, pell-mell. When Snape bellowed like this, it was best to make haste. “Yes, Professor?” she asked, out of breath, when she reached his side.
“I need you to divest yourself of your clothing and lie down on the table,” came the unexpected response.
Hermione’s mouth dropped open, and she nearly laughed until she realized that he was serious. “What?” she asked unbelievingly.
“I believe you heard me. One thing that is not lacking about you is your hearing. Although, your ability to follow directions is,” he snapped. “Now, divest of your clothing, and lie down on the table.”
“I will do no such thing, Professor,” Hermione squealed indignantly. “How dare you ask such a thing of me?”
Severus stepped in front of her and bent until his face was level with hers. “Do not try my patience. Do you want this apprenticeship or not?”
“Professor, why do you need for me to… divest of my clothing?” she asked suspiciously. When no answer was forthcoming, it dawned on her. “You tried the potion, didn’t you?”
The glare on the face of the man in front of her deepened. He looked down his long nose at her in disdain. “You are my apprentice. I ask you questions; you do not ask me questions.”
Hermione laughed at him. It probably wasn’t the best idea, but she couldn’t help it. “Well, Professor,” she began, “it seems that you have a problem.” She looked pointedly at his trousers, which were tented. She hadn’t noticed before in her shock over his order. “The way I see it; if I help you with the… research, you owe me.”
Severus was beginning to experience pain from the erection in his trousers. He had never had a hard on quite so large before. He was in desperate need of a willing pussy, and he didn’t want to have to go traipsing to a brothel. He made it a rule to stay away from whores. One never knew what had been in them. He realized that he was going to have to change tactics with Hermione.
“Miss Granger,” he purred in a seductive voice. “You have always been very dedicated to research.” He stepped forward until he was very much in her personal space and placed on hand on her shoulder. He leaned over and whispered silkily in her ear, “Wouldn’t it be a shame to let a potentially profitable potion go to waste?”
They had been working as master and apprentice since the downfall of Voldemort three years previously. It was likely that Hermione could easily pass the standard exam to become a Potions mistress, but for reasons unknown to either of them, she stayed on as his apprentice.
Hermione shivered at the feel of his warm breath on her ear. Her heartbeat accelerated, and she prayed that he didn’t notice. “I…” She gulped. “I want fifty percent of the profit when we are able to market a working potion.”
“Ten,” Severus negotiated.
“Forty,” Hermione countered.
“Twenty,” he said, rubbing her shoulder gently.
“Thir… Thirty,” she stuttered, shivering with desire. Who knew this man could be so sensual?
“Done,” Severus whispered magnetically. He lowered his mouth to her ear and gently exhaled. Hermione shuddered, breasts heaving. He brushed her hair back and kissed the exposed neck delicately.
She moaned softly and leaned into his long, lanky form. His arms came around her, and he pulled her flush, his hands dropping to her rounded bum, and ground his now throbbing erection into her stomach. He sucked her neck, leaving his mark, and attacked her mouth with fervor.
She opened her lips in invitation, and he flicked his tongue into the warmth of her mouth. Her tongue met his stroke for stroke. When they finally disengaged, they were both left breathless.
Severus’ hands snaked to her breasts and squeezed the round globes gently. When he began to unhook her robes, Hermione stopped him.
“Let’s go to either my quarters or yours. I have no desire to conduct this sort of research in the potions lab where anyone could walk in and observe,” she said reasonably.
Severus growled with impatience. “My quarters. Yours are entirely too far away. Besides, I don’t fancy the idea of jaunting about the halls with a raging erection. That is not something I want the students to see.”
Hermione giggled. “Lead the way, Professor,” she said.
“Given the nature of our research, I think it would be best if you called me Severus,” he said.
“Well, you should call me Hermione, Severus,” she breathed provocatively, running her hands over her breasts and down her sides.
Severus felt the impossibly hard erection in his pants grow even harder. He grabbed her hand, saying, “Let’s go now.”
He all but ran into his office, pulling Hermione behind him, and ripping the door open. Not bothering to close it behind them, he flicked his wand in the direction of the bookcase on the opposite wall, muttering under his breath. Hermione could only assume it was the password to his secret entrance.
They hastened down the narrow hallway until they burst into Severus’ study. Hermione paused in awe of the shelves of books on every wall. She was yanked, unceremoniously, from his private office and into the living room beyond.
She hardly got a glance of the room before she was drawn through yet another door. It slammed shut behind her with an unspoken command from the heaving wizard in front of her. She had only a moment to see pale green tapestries and dark cherry furniture before being thrown onto the large, four-poster bed in the center of the room.
“Divestio,” Severus said clearly, flicking his wand at her prostrate form.
The chill air of the dungeons pricked Hermione’s skin, and her nipples grew hard. Severus sucked in a breath at the sight before casting the spell on himself. A moment later, he stood naked before her with an impressive erection capturing her view. She let her eyes wander slowly over the rest of his body. It had filled out a bit in the years following Voldemort’s demise. Instead of an unhealthy, skinny man, a lean, well-muscled man stood proudly before her. She had always found Severus Snape attractive in an unconventional sort of way, and his voice could drive one mad with desire. But she wasn’t prepared for the surge of lust that shot through her body at the sight of him.
Severus was staring at Hermione with equal admiration. She had been a plump, round girl when she’d graduated, but years of long hours as his apprentice had slimmed her down. She was now nut-brown and toned. Her breasts were a lot larger than the deceptive robes had let on. They were a perfect handful with large, pink nipples. It reminded him of the cherry on top of an ice-cream sundae. That had always been his favorite part. He wet his lips at the thought of licking and devouring her like a sundae.
He crawled onto the bed in a predator-like fashion. She scooted back on her bare bum as he stalked her to the head of the bed where she cowered with wide, lust-filled eyes.
“Tell me you’re not a virgin,” he said with a pang of doubt at her almost fearful gaze.
She shook her head. “No, I have been with one other man before.”
“Was he a man or a boy?” Severus purred. “When I am done with you, he will be but a distant reminder of a juvenile experience.”
He reached out and grabbed her foot, pulling her down beneath his hard body. She squealed fervidly as his nose came in contact with her pubis. He inhaled and smiled up at her wickedly. Burying his face in her crotch, he began licking and sucking.
In mere moments, Hermione writhed, and he had to throw an arm over her hips to hold her steady. Her body bucked, and she cried out, “Oh, Severus!”
His face was flooded with her essence, and he lapped it up greedily. “I’m going to make you scream in pleasure before this night is over,” he promised.
Hermione sighed, intoxicated by the severe, sensual man before her. She had no idea that beneath his austere façade, he was a sex god with an appetite for erotic revelry. Her mind was torn from her thoughts as she felt his erection pressing at her entrance.
Once again he promised, “You will scream your satisfaction this night.”
“Yes,” she moaned in agreement.
His lips plunged to hers in a passionate kiss as he pushed into her waiting body. He was not prepared for the tightness of her. Groaning, he thrust forward until he was fully sheathed within her. He stilled, sucking in his breath, not wanting to lose control when they had only just begun.
Hermione threw her head back as he plunged into her. Severus was much larger than her previous partner, and it was a glorious feeling. She was stretched and filled in more ways than she had ever dreamed possible. He started moving again after a moment, and her pleasure escalated to new heights. Her hands roamed over every reachable inch of his body as he slammed into her over and over. She felt a wave building deep inside the pit of her stomach. It crept outward in a slow, exhilarating fashion, and she felt her walls begin to clench around Severus’ cock.
Severus was in pure ecstasy inside Hermione. He was squeezed, and the sweet friction of her was almost more than he could take. He took her hard and fast, feeling her barrier as he nearly bottomed out. When she began thrashing wildly beneath him, he knew she was close, and he whispered in a velvety voice, “Scream for me, Hermione. Shriek your rapture.”
Her mouth dropped open, and her eyes squeezed shut tightly, as she felt her orgasm sweep through her body. Severus’ smooth voice in her ear shot wave after wave of pleasure through her. A ragged cry ripped from her body and rose in pitch until she was screaming as Severus had promised she would. Her incoherent cries filled the room as tears of pleasure rolled down her face.
Severus felt the orgasm in the contractions of her pussy. It milked him, and he felt the telltale pressure of bliss building. He struggled to hold back, but it was just not possible. He arched into her forcefully, yelling, “Hermione!” He thrust once more and emptied himself within her hot, wet depths.
Collapsing on his knees and elbows, he let his forehead rest against hers. He kissed her gently, their panting breaths mingling.
“Oh, Severus,” Hermione managed after a few moments of silent rapture.
He drew his softening member out of her slowly, shuddering with the effort, and rolled to his side, pulling her against his sweaty body. “See, I promised that you would scream in pleasure.”
Six months later, Severus and Hermione sat in front of group of eager reporters. Their potion had been a wild success among the wizarding population. Not wishing to rely on Muggle means, wizards who had problems with lasting erections had flocked to stores to purchase ‘the miracle potion,’ as it had been dubbed.
The questioning started, and after ten minutes of boring explanation, a witch asked, “So, how did you research the potion to make sure it worked?”
Hermione flushed, and Severus bit back a bark of laughter.
“So the speculations are correct then,” the witch pressed. “Is this how you became involved with your apprentice, Professor Snape?”
“The relationship between the two of us is not why we are here today,” Severus said sagely, pushing aside the line of questioning.
When the conference was finally over, Severus escorted Hermione back to the hotel. Ensconced inside the Muggle elevator, he pushed her against the wall and said, “What do you say we conduct some more research, Madam Snape?”
Read the prequel, Rigidness Aside, at the following link:
http://hp.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=600008835
Enjoy!