Bad Little Miss Granger

The characters are slightly OC, I hope you don't mind that. I didn't have time to edit it, so you'll probably come across spelling and grammar mistakes. If you find them, let me know =)

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He watched her working, slaving away over her pot, her brow furrowed in concentration. A large heavy book was open next to her and her eyes flitted to the carefully notated page every minute or so, picking at one of the ingredients neatly lined up at her table. Her brow was sweating slightly from the steam rising from her pot and she licked her lips from the moisture, biting her bottom lip as she concentrated.

Watching her he could barely contain himself. Having to stride about this stuffy classroom and keep his eyes off her when the room was full of students as they concentrated on trying to brew another failed batch of potions and elixirs was difficult enough; now that she was here in his classroom alone, he could barely keep himself in check. He had to concoct a reason to put her in detention - she was so insufferably studious that she invariably brewed a passable potion. Finally, he decided to tip the balance in his favor and sabotage one of her ingredients. The resulting sickly green sludge she had produced during the lesson was a long way away from how the Amortentia draught should have looked and more than enough reason for him to keep her behind to do it all again.

He watched carefully as she sprinkled the last of her ingredients into the pot, the liquid instantly turning the color of mother-of-pearl and letting off a small cloud of steam. She sighed deeply, inadvertently inhaling a lungful of Amortentia steam. He tried his very hardest not to smirk as her pupils dilated and her expression changed to one of wonder. Finally everything was working out just as he had planned.

"So, Miss Granger, it seems that you are not as perfect as you would like everyone to believe."

She took a moment to react, her eyes still wide as she sat over her potion, breathing deeply. "Miss Granger?" he coaxed.

"No Professor Snape, I... I did everything exactly the same. It should have worked first time."

"Then clearly you were mistaken. Imagine that: Hermione Granger makes a mistake. Who would have ever thought?" He smirked, his words dripping with sarcasm. As he turned away, he whispered "Ventulus" under his breath, brushing his hand to one side. A barely perceptible breeze started to blow through the classroom, wafting the steam from the Amortentia directly at her.

"No sir! I did everything exactly the same! It doesn't make any sense!"

He turned on her quickly, slamming his hand down on the desk. "Are you calling me a liar, Miss Granger?"

She cringed in her seat from his sudden outburst. "N-no, Professor, I-"

"Well then," He interrupted, sweeping his cloak behind him. "Perhaps we should discuss your inappropriate uniform."

She looked at him questioningly, her brow furrowing. "M-my... uniform?" He pulled his wand from beneath his cape, flicking his wrist: "Reducio!" She squealed as her pleated grey skirt and white shirt shrank against her body; the hem of her skirt pulling up over her thighs, her shirt constricting her lungs, forcing her breath out. Her eyes wide and panicky, she inhaled deeply, forcing her chest out and popping two buttons to 'ping!' against the cast-iron pot on the desk. At the same time she pulled in great lungfuls of the steam wafting from the Amortentia potion. Her eyes widened and her hands dropped to her naked thighs, her fingers spread. "P-professor? I... I don't understand..."

He put his hand over hers, stroking her thighs by proxy of her own fingers. Her eyelids fluttered and her legs parted almost involuntarily. "What... uh... have I done wrong, sir? Am I.... unh... a bad girl?" He loomed over her, growling as he grabbed her wrist and pulled her up, bending her over her desk, her face just inches from the pot of infatuating potion. Her shortened skirt was barely an inch below her butt, and he hardly needed to push it up at all to expose her panties.

"Yes," he hissed, hooking his fingers into the fabric and pulling her panties halfway down her thighs. "You, Miss Granger, have been a very..."

*smack!*

"...bad..."

*smack!*

"...girl!"

*SMACK!*

His hand came down on her ass harder than ever and her body bucked in response. She cried out loudly, whimpering, "P-please, Professor...". He caressed her glowing cheeks again, paying extra attention to the red area roughly the shape of his large hand. He raised his hand again, bringing it down again, lighter than before but still creating an audible *smack!* that echoed around the chamber. He could have swore her legs were spread just a little, her feet inching apart with each swat of his hand, her body arching into his hand with every strike. He smiled as he asked in a low voice, "Do you like it when I spank you, Miss Granger?"

She didn’t answer for a moment and it was long enough for him to spank her tender ass again. *smack!*

"Owwww! N-No!" she cried out. She shook her head, biting her lip. Even so, the whole time her legs inched a little wider. He ran his palm down her asscheeks, separating them. Soothing the skin, he slid his hand further and further down with each stroke. Using two fingers, he separated the folds of her naked pussy. She gasped at the touch of his fingers and he instantly felt her pussy respond to his touch.

"Miss Granger, I think you're lying to me. Your pussy is soaking my fingers right now. So I'm going to ask you one... more... time. Is this arousing you?"

"No," she whimpered, trying to look over her shoulder at him. He pulled back, smacking his hand against her pussy, and she cried out, "Oh god!" her fingers curling against the rough wood of the desk, chewing on her lip. He no longer wanted to toy with her: He wanted to devour her.

He got down on his knees behind her, his hands on the backs of her thighs, his warm breath on her skin as he pushed his nose up against her ass, closing his lips over her wet, naked pussylips. "Oh, God! Oh-h-h, P-professor Snape... Huuhhnn!"


He grazed the surface of his tongue against her clit, feeling her hips buck backwards, pushing her against him as he tasted her. He moaned, his lips vibrating against her clit "Mmmhmm... mmhmmm...". He could hear her fingernails clawing at the desk as he licked and lapped at her dripping wetness, devouring her pussy. As she arched her back, moaning and whimpering, pushing her pussy against his lips, he brought one hand up, tracing his fingertips against her glistening pussylips. Sliding one... then two fingers inside her, closing his lips over her clit and swirling his tongue over it.

"Unnh... unnh... unnh... hhhoh-h, oh... go-o-d-d-d!" He felt her push up on her toes, lifting herself up as his tongue fluttered against her swollen clit, fucking her tight little pussy with his long, experienced fingers. "Hunnh... oh... Professor... sir... ohmygod... " She reached back with one hand, her fingers clenching in his hair, her moans getting louder and higher as he curled his fingers deep inside her tight little snatch, making a 'come-here' gesture, his fingertips brushing against her g-spot. This was clearly enough to tip her over the edge as she squealed,

"Aaahhhnn.... mmhmm!" Biting her lip, trying to keep from screaming as her hips bucked against him, her whole body lifting up as her juices washed over his face, coating his lips in her cum. Eagerly he lapped at her spasming pussy, tasting her as she came for him, pushing his tongue between her pussylips to devour her sweet nectar.

He rested back on his knees for a second before standing up, licking his lips, tasting her. She was practically sprawled across the desk, her legs spread wide, almost hanging on as her knees bucked underneath her. Slowly she relinquished her grip on the edge of the desk, dropping to her knees on the floor. As he stood looming over her, she looked up, her eyelids heavy with post-orgasmic bliss. "Professor, I-" she began, but he didn’t give her a chance to start. He pulled back his cloak, revealing his thick, throbbing shaft directly in front of her face. She didn’t say another word: she simply stared at the head of his cock glistening with precum. Unconsciously she licked her lips.

"Well, Miss Granger?” He looked down at her expectantly. Hesitantly she raised one hand, then the other, wrapping her slender fingers around the base of his shaft. Never taking her eyes off his cock, she began long smooth strokes, using two hands to pump his thick shaft.

Looking up at him hopefully, she leaned forward, tongue out, and licked the underside of his cock from the base to the tip, excruciatingly slowly, taking a full ten seconds to get to the head. All the while her eyes remained locked on his as she fluttered her tongue over the engorged head of his cock.

"Ohhhh yesssss, Hermione..." He hissed, his hands in her hair, pushing her forward, smearing precum against her lips as his cock twitched in her mouth. She moaned softly, eagerly swirling her tongue over his cock, pushing her head down without guidance from him, taking more and more of him into her mouth. "Mmhmfffuck, Miss Granger... if you're not careful..."

She pulled back, licking her lips. "What, Professor? What will happen if I'm not careful?"

He growled at her, smacking his cock against her lips. She whimpered softly, her small hands stroking his shaft. "Are you going to cum, sir? Are you going to explode if I carry on being a bad girl?" He could only groan at her words, gasping each time she licked the head of his cock.

She smiled at him and lowered her mouth around his cock again, pushing down until the head of his cock hits the back of her throat. "Mmhmfffuck..." He groaned, holding back with all of his considerable willpower as she bobbed her head down a few times, allowing the head of his cock to strike the back of her throat. His breath came in short gasps as she gagged, finally pulling his cock from her mouth, a string of precum forming a tiny bridge between the head of his cock and her lip. She seductively licked her lips, looking up into his eyes as she opened her mouth wide. This time when he hit the back of her throat she rose up on her knees slightly. He grabbed the back of her head, pushing her head down, two whole inches of his stiff cock forced into her velvet throat. He held her there for a full ten seconds before letting go, coming up with tears in her eyes.

"More," she said simply, gasping for breath. "Please sir... more."

He thrust his hips forward and pulled her by the hair toward his groin, using both hands to force his cock deep into her throat. "Mmmm... Hermione... unnnhh!" With all his strength he held her head down, keeping his cock buried in her throat as he pushed another inch... and another into her throat.

He felt her gagging, swallowing, the sensation just too much for him to bear. "Oh god... Miss Granger... I'm.... ccuminnggunnhh!"

As he pulled back, the first blast exploded in her mouth. "Mmmmm!" was all she could say as his thick load filled her mouth. He stroked his cock as he watched her try to swallow, gasping for air as he released rope after rope of thick cum all over her pretty face. "Unnnnnh...." gasping, panting, her eyes locked on his as six... seven… eight thick streams of spunk splashed all over her innocent face, landing in her messy hair and across her cheeks, running down the sides of her face and dripping from her chin onto her naked thighs.

Almost fifteen seconds passed as the orgasm wracked his body. Finally, as the last droplets of cum splattered against her eyelashes, making her eyelids flutter, he used his still-hard cock to smear his cum against her upturned face. Her eyes never left his as she gasped, utterly drenched in cum, her Gryffindor uniform practically ruined. "Th-thank you, Professor Snape." He pulled back, sweeping his robes over his nakedness.

"I'll see you here for detention tomorrow evening, Miss Granger. Don't change your uniform."

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That's it! My first story. I really hope you like it, and please, leave a review. If you do I'll give you a cookie :D *bats eyelashes*