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A Harem for a Hottie
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
9,851
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17
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
A Harem for a Hottie
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to JKR. All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
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A Harem for a Hottie ~ Short One Shot
Potions Master Severus Snape did a double-take as he walked into the Hogshead’s Inn for a quick Firewhiskey after picking up a few rare and “controlled” potions ingredients in Knockturn Alley. There, seated at a table, clearly enjoying herself with Marcus Delaluci, another Hogwarts teacher who was known for being a bit of a rake, was Charms Mistress Hermione Granger.
Snape scowled at her. What was she doing here with Marcus when only a week ago they spent a very passionate and sexually charged night together, the witch consenting to indulge him with rather surprising gusto. It had been quite a night, Hermione a surprisingly experienced partner. What that witch could do with her mouth and hands.
When the Potions master saw her the next day, Hermione gave him a smile and rather cursory greeting and continued on her way as if nothing of consequence had occurred between them. Snape thought she might be feeling a bit embarrassed about their night together, but seeing her here with Marcus showed that wasn’t the case at all.
He stopped by the door and Hermione saw him. She gave him a smile and quick wave, then giggled as Marcus nibbled her earlobe, grinning broadly.
“Stop it, Marcus! Wait until later for that. We’re in public,” she laughed, hunching her shoulder up to her ear so the randy wizard couldn’t latch on to it again.
What the hell was going on here?
Unable to help himself, Snape stalked over to Hermione and Marcus, an unpleasant expression on his face as he looked from one to the other. Marcus looked up at him and gave Snape a good-natured grin.
“So Snape, I hear you’ve become part of ‘Hermione’s Harem.’ Welcome aboard old man,” Marcus said to him jovially as Hermione smirked at Snape sexily.
”What? Harem? What Harem?” the pale wizard snapped, staring at Hermione as if he had never seen her before.
Marcus’ face sobered a bit and he looked at Hermione. Uh oh. Did Snape think he had something ‘special’ with the witch? Because if he did, he was in for a big letdown. Hermione was liberated in every sense of the word, and chose her lovers according to her own desires, seeing no reason to tie herself down to one wizard when there was an absolute smorgasbord of virile, delicious men to choose from. The Gryffindor “goody-two-shoes” had come face to face with the Sexual Revolution and was a card-carrying warrior for the fight.
“Don’t listen to Marcus, Severus,” Hermione said to him with a smile. “I don’t have a harem. I’m just a bit of a free spirit. I’m not married after all, and there are a lot of nice wizards out here to enjoy. I like variety in my life, so I enjoy them. There’s nothing wrong with that, is there?”
Snape looked at her.
Hell yes, there was something wrong with that. It was one thing for a wizard to play the Quidditch pitch. It was expected. He was to tap as much trim as possible before some female finally put the ring through his nose. Witches were supposed to be focused on placing that ring, not zipping around that same pitch themselves. This was . . . was scandalous.
Now he understood why Hermione was so good between the sheets. She had plenty of practice. But, there was something about the witch that the label “slut” didn’t seem to fit. She had plenty of self-confidence and self-esteem, was brilliant, pretty and knew what she wanted out of life. She could have her choice of lovers . . . and obviously did. Was it wrong that she took advantage of that? Snape had a feeling if he called her on it, Hermione would verbally cut him into tiny, wriggling pieces. Besides, what right did he have to call her on it? He had enjoyed his night with her, very much so . . . and she had said that she enjoyed him as well and they could engage again in the future.
But something about the way she left that night left the wizard feeling a bit, well . . . unsettled. Normally, when he engaged a witch, she would stay the night and be extremely impressed by both his size and his performance. Hermione was pleased, but not terribly overwhelmed by him though he had been quite thorough. His sexual prowess more than made up for his looks, and rarely did a witch walk away from him unaffected. In fact, many came back, hoping for more than a casual shag. But Snape didn’t do “relationships.”
Clearly, neither did Hermione.
Marcus took this moment to dart in and kiss Hermione’s neck, which caused another series of giggles as she playfully slapped him away.
”Marcus, you’d better stop it, or I’m going to leave with Severus,” she grinned at him.
Marcus looked up at Snape, his violet eyes telescoping to black for a moment, before he leered at Hermione and replied, “Hey, maybe you could leave with both of us. I’m game if Snape is.”
Snape looked at Marcus in pure shock. What? Was he serious? Hermione might be liberated, but the witch would never even consider . . .
”You know Marcus . . . that might not be such a bad idea,” Hermione said, looking at Snape consideringly as the wizard’s eyes widened incredulously.
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A/N: Still in snippet mode. I wrote this little one-shot in response to a reader I’ll called “Lurker” who said she’d like to see a Hermione she could empathize with a bit more. One who was sexually liberated and powerful, who wasn’t so stuck on Snape . . . a Snape who finds this quite disturbing and frustrating. I found that persona quite interesting, although I have previously explored it somewhat in "Dark Lady." Still, I explored it a little more with a different scenario. OC Marcus Delaluci seems to be a favorite among a few readers, so I slipped him in as one of her lovers. I don’t know if I will add anything to this. Just throwing it out there. Lurker, if you’re around, how’s this? Thanks for reading.
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A Harem for a Hottie ~ Short One Shot
Potions Master Severus Snape did a double-take as he walked into the Hogshead’s Inn for a quick Firewhiskey after picking up a few rare and “controlled” potions ingredients in Knockturn Alley. There, seated at a table, clearly enjoying herself with Marcus Delaluci, another Hogwarts teacher who was known for being a bit of a rake, was Charms Mistress Hermione Granger.
Snape scowled at her. What was she doing here with Marcus when only a week ago they spent a very passionate and sexually charged night together, the witch consenting to indulge him with rather surprising gusto. It had been quite a night, Hermione a surprisingly experienced partner. What that witch could do with her mouth and hands.
When the Potions master saw her the next day, Hermione gave him a smile and rather cursory greeting and continued on her way as if nothing of consequence had occurred between them. Snape thought she might be feeling a bit embarrassed about their night together, but seeing her here with Marcus showed that wasn’t the case at all.
He stopped by the door and Hermione saw him. She gave him a smile and quick wave, then giggled as Marcus nibbled her earlobe, grinning broadly.
“Stop it, Marcus! Wait until later for that. We’re in public,” she laughed, hunching her shoulder up to her ear so the randy wizard couldn’t latch on to it again.
What the hell was going on here?
Unable to help himself, Snape stalked over to Hermione and Marcus, an unpleasant expression on his face as he looked from one to the other. Marcus looked up at him and gave Snape a good-natured grin.
“So Snape, I hear you’ve become part of ‘Hermione’s Harem.’ Welcome aboard old man,” Marcus said to him jovially as Hermione smirked at Snape sexily.
”What? Harem? What Harem?” the pale wizard snapped, staring at Hermione as if he had never seen her before.
Marcus’ face sobered a bit and he looked at Hermione. Uh oh. Did Snape think he had something ‘special’ with the witch? Because if he did, he was in for a big letdown. Hermione was liberated in every sense of the word, and chose her lovers according to her own desires, seeing no reason to tie herself down to one wizard when there was an absolute smorgasbord of virile, delicious men to choose from. The Gryffindor “goody-two-shoes” had come face to face with the Sexual Revolution and was a card-carrying warrior for the fight.
“Don’t listen to Marcus, Severus,” Hermione said to him with a smile. “I don’t have a harem. I’m just a bit of a free spirit. I’m not married after all, and there are a lot of nice wizards out here to enjoy. I like variety in my life, so I enjoy them. There’s nothing wrong with that, is there?”
Snape looked at her.
Hell yes, there was something wrong with that. It was one thing for a wizard to play the Quidditch pitch. It was expected. He was to tap as much trim as possible before some female finally put the ring through his nose. Witches were supposed to be focused on placing that ring, not zipping around that same pitch themselves. This was . . . was scandalous.
Now he understood why Hermione was so good between the sheets. She had plenty of practice. But, there was something about the witch that the label “slut” didn’t seem to fit. She had plenty of self-confidence and self-esteem, was brilliant, pretty and knew what she wanted out of life. She could have her choice of lovers . . . and obviously did. Was it wrong that she took advantage of that? Snape had a feeling if he called her on it, Hermione would verbally cut him into tiny, wriggling pieces. Besides, what right did he have to call her on it? He had enjoyed his night with her, very much so . . . and she had said that she enjoyed him as well and they could engage again in the future.
But something about the way she left that night left the wizard feeling a bit, well . . . unsettled. Normally, when he engaged a witch, she would stay the night and be extremely impressed by both his size and his performance. Hermione was pleased, but not terribly overwhelmed by him though he had been quite thorough. His sexual prowess more than made up for his looks, and rarely did a witch walk away from him unaffected. In fact, many came back, hoping for more than a casual shag. But Snape didn’t do “relationships.”
Clearly, neither did Hermione.
Marcus took this moment to dart in and kiss Hermione’s neck, which caused another series of giggles as she playfully slapped him away.
”Marcus, you’d better stop it, or I’m going to leave with Severus,” she grinned at him.
Marcus looked up at Snape, his violet eyes telescoping to black for a moment, before he leered at Hermione and replied, “Hey, maybe you could leave with both of us. I’m game if Snape is.”
Snape looked at Marcus in pure shock. What? Was he serious? Hermione might be liberated, but the witch would never even consider . . .
”You know Marcus . . . that might not be such a bad idea,” Hermione said, looking at Snape consideringly as the wizard’s eyes widened incredulously.
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A/N: Still in snippet mode. I wrote this little one-shot in response to a reader I’ll called “Lurker” who said she’d like to see a Hermione she could empathize with a bit more. One who was sexually liberated and powerful, who wasn’t so stuck on Snape . . . a Snape who finds this quite disturbing and frustrating. I found that persona quite interesting, although I have previously explored it somewhat in "Dark Lady." Still, I explored it a little more with a different scenario. OC Marcus Delaluci seems to be a favorite among a few readers, so I slipped him in as one of her lovers. I don’t know if I will add anything to this. Just throwing it out there. Lurker, if you’re around, how’s this? Thanks for reading.