The Potion Masters Gift.

Challenge response. Ryder.

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It was a ritualistic Friday night. The annoying heathens had vacated the premises for the break for Yuletide, and the hallways were deliciously quiet. After finishing off a goodly portion of ham, potatoes and various sweet pies, the rather stuffed Professor made his way to the gate to Disapparate to Leaky Cauldron for the holiday. With the purchase of a bottle of firewhiskey, Potion’s most feared professor sat down for a nightcap.

Thoughts of small children, havoc and failing grades danced in his mind but another luring temptation was called to mind quicker. A rather filthy Muggle habit that he had discovered last summer was in the device called computer. Apparently, hapless Muggles would spend hours of time on the contrapted thing. Severus has never known of any single thing that he has failed at so it was imperative that he solved and conqueror, ‘Mac’.

Tapping spindly long fingers onto the keyboard, the screen popped up his current favorite site. AFF.Net. Rita Skeeter in another attempt at infamy had released the story of the sordid Harry Potter, and his Sorcerer Stone, slowly the books began to unfold with steady success. Then it was revealed to him and other teachers, whose supposed liaisons, existed between different students and teachers.

The foulest one, in his humble opinion was his own supposed liaison with Potter, in his 5th year. Upon seeing these Muggles misguided rationalization of his life long disgust of Harry Potter, he knew that something must be done.

Unfortunately, the nature of the website was adult and thus, Severus had to respond accordingly. Therefore, he began to write, long stories of who he was in reality. The most particularly fascinating stories revolved the ones of him and Granger, bloody know-it-all. He wanted to be read naturally, so he simply provided what the audience wanted.

Dirty, raunchy sex between Severus Snape ultimate bad boy death eater and the bloody frigid know-it-all with the Slytherin green knickers. Therefore, he embellished sometimes and added more girth and length to his cock. It was no worse then some of these Muggle Housewives; one writer had said he had ten inches. He was not a bloody Centaur!

It was now the end of seventh year, Voldemort was dead, and the Wizarding World was grateful for the return of a hero. He finally had his Order of Merlin, though you would not know it to see how people treated him.

So what if he was too bloody clever to die? Was that a punishable offense? Could he help it he carried Mandrake Antidote to poisons everywhere on him? Was he not a bloody Potions Professor for twenty odd years? Bullocks to the whole lot of them.

Snape had passed the position of Headmistress to McGonagall. Snape went back to Potions and terrorizing the remaining students at Hogwarts for the second part of the school year. Now, he would set about terrorizing students and fornicating with a certain bushy haired know-it-all.


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Hermione looked around the Leaky Cauldron’s only spare room. The landscape outside the window was sparkling with yellow lights and white snow littered the London area with a force. The hotel was a bit cold, but a roaring fire certainly burned off the chill. Hermione stared at her Potions Book with a sigh. She was taking one day to herself alone, before she spent the remained of the vacation at the Burrow. After Fred’s death, it had seemed appropriate to give the Weasley family, time to themselves to mourn the loss of a beloved brother.

She planned to join them tomorrow night to burn the Yule Log. Her parents were away for Yule in Australia. Hermione stared hard at the evil book on her desk, sitting next to the first glass of firewhiskey. The vile Potions Master, slash HERO, had given them double Potions homework, Happy Christmas, pillocks! Sigh.

Instead of reaching for the book, she flipped open a slim metal box, and lifted the screen. Ahhhhhhhhh, she had missed her laptop. Electronic devices never worked in Hogwarts, but she got a little aroused by this Muggle contraption. It was a thin walking library on wheels. An endless fountain of information, held at her fingertips.

However, Hermione Granger had a small weakness that had nothing to do with her insatiable thirst for knowledge. Fan fiction porn. She had stumbled onto the site purely by accident, after reading that Rita Skeeter had released the story of their victory to the Muggles, under the guise of it being “fantasy.”

The first day of reading a few pieces, she was hooked. The writers ranged from crap, to excellent, to sweet to vulgar. Overall, a very time consuming and thoroughly arousing prospect. She had the most pairings with… Professor Snape.

Hermione poured a second glass of Firewhiskey and she decided to give in to her weakness. Hermione checked the fan listing on her computer. None of the other wizards realized that a whole world of Muggles, loved writing about her and other real witches and wizards. Not only that, but they wrote sex scenes, pairing everybody off.

The weird part was nobody EVER, put her with her factual boyfriend, Ron. Maybe it is because he is not as sexy as some of the other candidates. That because he was a solid person, not a fantasy, but a real boyfriend. Who no doubt bought her something amazing for Christmas?

Not like Draco-wanking-Malfoy or her least favorite teacher, Professor Snape It made her flush, just reading the storylines where Snape did things to her. He was a teacher and a sour, old wizard with not much joy and all too much hate for everything Gryffindor.

Muggles were romantic though, and somehow they thought they were a good pair. That just showed that Muggles were masochistic.

Hermione pulled a fiction that she was particularly enjoying. If questioned, she would never admit it, but ‘Time Lost’ was her favorite read on the AFF site. It made her want to cry, laugh and fornicate. It did not make her feel bad because obviously, it was fiction.

A young version of Snape is a completely different prospect from the man who ran rampant in the halls, stripping points for every perceived infraction of the rules. The man was just impossible.

The why did she keep reading the infernal fan fiction? Hermione typed out a precise review, detailing her disgusted love for the ridiculous bit of claptrap. She left a bewildered Muggle-writer named ‘Reirei’ permission to kill Snape most vehemently in lavish detail, to please her irate reader, after a particularly heartbreaking chapter, where he steals her virginity to give the blood to Voldemort. Hermione could feel tears running down her face at the image of Snape’s vulnerability in facing love or power. This was a truly sad bit of fiction, that was highly arousing. Hermione suddenly wished vehemently that Ron was about, or at least some firewhiskey. It was Yule Eve, after all.

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Snape heard weeping coming from the room down the hall. Caterwauling, really. It would seem a wizard could not drink in peace on Yule eve in a busy Wizarding pub in London. Snape scowled, his eyes blurred from the intense drink and he rose up, staggering towards the door. He gingerly inspected the door handle and unlocked it. Moving down the hall to the room next to him and he rapped on the door.

“Hey you in there, stop your crying, some wizards are trying to get their knickers off without….”his voice trailed off as a wet eyed, bushy tailed annoyance blinked up at him from the opened door.

“Erm…Ms. Granger?” hissed Snape. “What are you doing here, and who hurt you?” Snape imperiously swept into the room, his robes billowing about him and his dark eyes scanned the room for the threat, and he stumbled slightly from the overwhelming dizziness that accompanies, tossing back half a bottle of the Leaky Cauldron’s finest.

“Do I smell liquor?” sniffed, the Head Girl with a superior look on her tearstained face.

“You are in fact, in a bar, dunderhead,” pointed out Snape with a wince at the bright lighting.

“No, I meant on you,” replied the annoying girl, and she put her hands on her hips.

“Ten points to Slytherin for the correct identification of an imbibed liquid, based on scent alone,” smirked Snape.

“I’m in Gryffindor,” pointed out Hermione, with a sniff. “Besides, it is rather obvious, isn’t it?”

If only the Mugglewriter Reirei, could see her hero now. Three sheets to the wind and utterly disagreeable. Hermione could suppose that he was dashing in a somewhat dangerous, rangy sort of dark wizard sort of way. If that was your type. Suddenly, Hermione really wanted another stiff drink. Hermione took a sip of her own glass of Firewhiskey.

Snape sat down on the edge of her bed and held his head in his hands. Hermione watched him curiously, his long tapered fingers seeming to be massaging his temple. “Are you quite alright?”

“Do you mean other then being serenaded by a cat in heat?” hissed Snape, as he looked up at her drinking and his glittering, potent dark eyes narrowed in thought.

“Why are you crying, gel?” snapped Snape and he suddenly strode towards her grabbing her upper arms.

Hermione blushed from head to toe at the answer to that particular question. Snape looked around the room and spotted the laptop. He glanced at the screen and then studied her flushed face.

“It’s none of your business, Professor Snape. I am off school campus and therefore, quite out of your maniacal control,” responded Hermione with a prim look.

Severus narrowed his eyes and ignored her, and then looked back at the screen. “AHHA!” he cried out in amused malice.

“One hundred points from Gryffindor. Finally, the know-it-all goody two shoes brought to her knees. So shocking really, Ms. Granger, I did not know you had it in you,” purred Severus Snape as he stalked towards her.

“What are you babbling about?” Hermione rubbed the crease of her neck with a sigh.

“You are on an adult web!” hissed Snape with a smirk, he folded his arms, as he loamed over her with a filthy smile.

“How do you know that?” Hermione smirked back and she crossed her arms, and tilted her nose in the air.The Potions Master looked shifty and nervous before he trilled out.

“It was listed in the Daily Prophet,” replied Snape, whirled around, and flicked on the screen, where the sex scene came up. “Fantasizing about Potter, are we, hmmmm?”

Snape’s greedy, black eyes devoured the words on the screen, and suddenly Hermione gasped realizing what he was going to read…. “NO!” she yelped.


“------------------ Severus greedily lapped up all the juices that she had spilled and encouraged more with every teasingly flick. Finding her clit, he bore down and sucked gently at the swollen nub. Hermione burst and flooded from the gentle pressure combined with his hands holding her legs apart forcefully. “Merlin, you are so sweet.” He moaned as he captured more of her------- “


Snape’s mouth gaped into a small circle of surprise and shock as he read the first sentence.

Dead quiet echoed through the now suffocatingly warm hotel room. Hermione’s blush had spread all the way to her burning ears within a few minutes.

She had froze in embarrassment.

“This is highly inappropriate material for you to be reading,” Snape said quietly, his eyes scanning the sentences, line for line, and top to bottom.

He continued to read in his drunken stupor, eventually sitting down on the small chair.

His breathing elevated slightly and he blinked widely at the screen’s words. His mouth opened and closed like a fish, until the end of the chapter.

“This Reirei person has a highly romantic opinion of Death Eaters,” murmured Snape absently, as he tried to conceal his erection and failed miserably.

“You should read the earlier chapters,” whispered Hermione and she could have smacked herself in the forehead. “I mean… I imagine that it was worse earlier, not that I read it.”

“You are as usual, a most abominable liar. Be quiet, Hermione.”

Snape still had not looked at her, but when he said her name, softly, slowly like that she felt her stomach get butterflies.

“I should go,” Snape said quietly, and he rose up stiffly from the chair.

“This is untenable, that you would harbor such interests, it clearly speaks of a depravity of some sort.”

“Yes, it is certainly a depravity that you and me would… you know,” whispers Hermione flushing.

Snape’s brain was frozen from shock but he slowly realized one thing.

“You were crying for my character,” murmured Snape grimly. His black eyes darkened with something more sinister and somehow hotter. His hand reached out and tilted up her chin to look at him.

“You are a fool to cry over any Deatheaters, even in fiction,” rasped Snape.

“I was crying because I think that boy loved her and it was tragic what happened to them,” replied Hermione, but her eyes were huge in her face as Snape lowered his own closer to hers.

“Yes, you would you little fool,” murmured Snape silkily and he brushed his dry, warm lips against her own moist ones. His tongue tasted of whiskey and Marionberry pie, his scent of sandalwood.

Hermione felt the kiss down to her toes and she instantly went on her tiptoes to wrap her arms around his neck. His tongue was exploring her mouth with a slow, leisurely pleasure, stroking encouragingly. Hermione felt a moan erupt as he cupped her bottom and pulled her up against him.

“Gods, this is a rather terrible idea,” whispered Snape, and he delved his hands in her curly, wild hair. “Since the world seemed fated to conspire against me, I will take this as a sign it was meant to be.”

Snape hissed and he pushed Hermione up against the wall, his hands, running over the length of her body eagerly. Hermione arched up against him and ripped off her shirt, revealing the black bra beneath.

“You kiss much better then I would imagine,” Hermione whispered huskily against his ear. Snape shuddered at her hot breath and he cupped her breasts through the lace bra.

“You’re a lot bigger then I imagined you would be,” replied Snape with a smirk, and he tugged the lace down and captured a dark pink nipple in his mouth, eagerly suckling her.

Hermione’s knees buckled from the weight of his tongue lapping at her nipple, causing it to pucker instantly. Snape caught her about the waist and drew her up against him, as he bit down on her nipple, her pussy soaked from the combination of pleasure and pain. Hermione gasped, a throaty moan and Snape smiled darkly at her.

“Get on the bed, Ms. Granger,” his voice purred out silkily. His fingertips hooked into the sides of her bra, and he ripped and the bra fell to pieces onto the floor. Her breasts bounced out and Snape pushed her onto the bed.

Snape pulled off his billowing robes, revealing a tight abdomen riddled with scars, and white flesh. His cock was big, a nice round girth and was nestled in a patch of black hairs, hard as a stone. Snape walked forward with a smirking leer. “Darling little Granger, are you going to please me, first?”

Granger would later chalk it up to insanity or crazy sex fantasies from reading too much AFF. Granger surged forward, grasping her fingers around the base of his cock, and she grinned like a Harpy as Severus Snape groaned and leaned forward. Hermione opened her mouth and slid the thick length of his cock into her hot, warm mouth. She licked the sides and then suckled just on the tip, until she had the Potions master groaning and pleading for the Crucio to end his misery. She gagged on the length of him, taking the whole of his cock, and suckling, nursing his cock, until he begged.

Severus stared down at the Head Girl, who was worshipping his cock so beautifully now, his eyes threatened to roll back into his head, with the sensations he was currently experiencing, it was not difficult to imagine that she researched this as well. With a gasp, he pushed the minx off him.

“Gods, witch you are trying to kill me,” panted Snape, and his eyes glittered as he advanced on her. “Allow me to return the favor,” he hissed, and his mouth came down on her own as he positioned his cock at the apex between her legs.

With a possessive growl, he shoved inside her tight, wet hole. He shifted slightly as he felt to his utmost horror, something tear. Now, Severus Snape was big, but not THAT big. His inebriated state faded to stone-cold sobriety as he stared down at the red-faced Hermione Granger as she tried not to cry from the pain of losing her virginity to her EVIL, Potions Master.

“Good God, I…”muttered Snape as he felt Hermione shudder back another cry. He began to move slower, he licked his long fingers and pressed them on her clit, rubbing slowly, the sensation, causing Hermione to moan in pleasure again as his cock stretched her out.

“That’s a gel… Yes, you are doing so well for me,” his usual scathing tone replaced with a soft, silky purr of encouragement. Hermione felt the difference in his tone and she began to feel something beyond the pain, a sudden ache, that every time he pushed in deeper, she felt subside.

“Oh, Severus please…”hissed Hermione as she arched up against his fingers and clenched around his cock. “I need it, more, please.”

Severus jerked and stared down, his glittering eyes meeting her amber lust dazed ones. He was going to hell. Voldemort had failed where this little chit had succeeded. Severus cursed under his breath and began to take the witch, in long, deep strokes, driving into that sweet spot that would make her purr, and scratch.

Hermione began to shake all over; her arms and hands clutched his back, pulling him closer, deeper into her. Her moan echoed in his ears, pleading, begging him to keep up the stride. Hermione gasped as she felt an explosion inside of her, her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she felt herself soaking the hard, stiff cock, sliding in and out of her.

Hermione began to scream as she felt it all over and suddenly Severus’s mouth was on hers, tongue diving in and dueling in passion as he groaned, exploding inside her, filling her up to the brim. They continued to jerk in orgasm slowly until they both spent, and Hermione felt exhaustion in every pore. Snape rolled over and gasped, his heart pounding a million miles a minute.

Hermione could feel stickiness between her sore legs and she felt every muscle had unfurled under the Potion Master’s careful pounding of her body. She felt incredibly lightheaded and giddy; her stupid face would not stop grinning. Hermione turned her face into the closest pillow and the bed lifted when Snape got up from the bed on the other side of her.

“I guess the only question remains, Ms. Granger,” his voice was deadly quiet as he spoke with his back to her. “Why did you give me your virginity?”

Hermione could think of a million reasons, but all reason had fled from brightest witch of her age and she whispered.


“Happy Christmas?”





Happy Holidays, from the resident psycho, Reirei.

All excerpts from stories are mine. That particular excerpt is from Time Lost.





Please read and Review and tell me what you think. This is a response to a Challenge Fic by Ryder.

A/N : This is not related to the previous response with HG/DM pairing.


Love you all Rei!


Depending on response, their may be a sequel, but my hands are pretty tied up right now, I just had this bunny bouncing about my noggin.