Unregistered Animagus

The most fortunate part of having quarters in the dungeons was the lack of morning light. It was enough that Severus could feel his taut muscles throbbing and a heavy feeling in his head suggesting that he had once again overdid it on the Ogden’s. If he had to face a blazing sun there was no way he would have been getting out of bed.

Severus stretched, his long, thin body feeling a little better than he had anticipated. The Dark Lord had been in one of the foulest moods Severus had ever seen. Eight months into the war and still Harry Potter had not been brought to him. The Dark Lord’s plan to take down Hogwarts from within was not coming together as quickly as he had anticipated and so everyone was punished. Especially Snape. Bellatrix was working hard to convince the Dark Lord that Severus could not be trusted. She was a good example of the thin line between insanity and brilliance. She was the only Death Eater who believed that Snape was not being true to the Dark Lord.

The potions master raised himself to a sitting position, resolving that it was time to get out of bed. It was Sunday, which meant he needed to get on with trying to ruin as many student’s days as possible. As he swung his feet over the edge of the bed, a loud rhythmic noise caught his attention.

What on Earth? Severus glanced around frantically, snatching his wand off of the bedside table. Working as a spy had made him almost as paranoid as Mad Eye. Suddenly he spotted the source of the noise. A fluffy brown cat with streaks of honey was perched in a chair across the room. The cat was purring loudly, kneading the seat of the chair.

“Merlin’s beard!” bellowed Snape. How drunk was he last night? How could a bloody cat have gotten into his room? He pointed his wand at the feline – could it be an enemy? The cat rose in the chair and arched it’s back. It did not seem threatening. Silently, she leapt from the chair and trotted over to Severus, winding around his bare legs and rubbing her soft fur against him.

He watched her closely. Something about her seemed familiar. Her hair shone in the low candle light. She gazed into his eyes, golden iris staring into him.

“Meow.” The purring got louder.

Severus turned and headed toward the bathroom. He needed to get dressed and then figure out who the little hairball belonged to. Severus bent over the basin and began splashing water onto his face. The muscles in his back burned, a reminder of the Cruciatus curse he’d endured last night. He longed for the hangover cure waiting in his store cupboard. It would remove his headache and tend to his dull aches.

Yes, he would be quick to get to his office. Once he did something with this cat!
Severus exited the bathroom, heading for his bureau where he would select his usual black robe. As he crossed the cold dungeon, he was suddenly aware that something was missing. He looked around, searching for the cat that had just been lying on his hearth rug. She was no where to be found.

“Bloody cat,” remarked Snape. Somehow she had managed to let herself out of his quarters.
***

Snape was at his worst on Monday. He had been summoned by the Dark Lord once again last night. Just as Saturday night had been, Voldemort was furious that no progress had been made. Everyone had paid for their transgressions.

He was looking forward most to the end of the day. The Slytherins had double potions with the Gryffindors. An ample opportunity to make Harry Potter’s life miserable. Maybe he could even get Granger to burst into tears. That would make him feel better.

An hour into the lesson and his opportunity came. Potter was already fuming, as Snape had remarked that he was barely passing, and would most certainly fail his NEWTs. He had assigned Malfoy to help Potter finish his potion, which cause Potter to send him satisfying looks of hatred for the rest of the afternoon.

Now Granger was approaching his desk, carrying a vial of her freshly brewed Murtlap Essence. The hospital wing was running low, so Madame Pomfrey requested Snape brew up some more. It was much easier to pass the task along to his NEWT students.

What could he pick at today? As she reached his desk he had narrowed it down between her overly large teeth and her annoying personality. Or maybe her bushy, frizzy hair. He watched as the light brought out the light streaks against the brown. Almost the color of honey…Severus’ eyes narrowed as she came closer. Granger smiled at him oddly as she presented her vial to him. Was that a gleam in her eye? A slight smile playing on her lips?

She had never looked at him like that before. A flash of brown, honey-streaked curls went through his mind. As her golden, cat like eyes met his he was tempted to peer into her mind. Snape’s intuition was telling him there was something for him to see.

Hermione held his gaze, almost as if challenging him to use his Occlumency skills. A hoarse grunt came from somewhere. Soon he realized it had come from deep within his throat. As he looked into Granger’s mind he could see images of her looking up at him from between his legs.

She peered eagerly at his face and then lowered her mouth towards his cock, driving away the pain from his body. He could almost feel her hot mouth on him – as if it had really happened.

“Ten points, Miss Granger,” sneered Severus. “For existing.” To his surprise she smiled and walked back to her desk.

***

As he settled into the bath that night, Severus couldn’t help but think about what he had seen in Granger’s mind. Surely it had been some crazy fantasy of hers. His body responded to the thought of her tongue caressing his cock. He groaned appreciatively. His hand moved through the water and he began to caress himself, imaging what it would be like to sink into her.

“Meow.”

What the hell? Snape’s eyes snapped open. The honey colored cat was back. She was perched on the edge of the tub. Again, purring louder than any cat he had ever heard.

“How the bloody hell do you keep getting in here?”

Snape leaned back against the tub and closed his eyes. Damn cat. His fantasy was just starting to get good. Again he began picturing her breasts bouncing as she moved up and down on top of him.

“It’s not difficult you know,” a familiar voice said. No. He hesitated to open his eyes, fearing the worst. As Hermione’s face came into view, his fears were confirmed. She sat in the cat’s place. Completely naked.

Snape drew in a breath, unsure of what to say. He was frozen in shock. She had been in his bed two nights ago. He was certain of that now.

“Miss Granger, I think this has got to be breaking some kind of school rule.”

“No, I checked. There is nothing about an of age student and a professor. Anyway – it’s not like I haven’t broken atleast a hundred school rules before.”

He closed his eyes once more. That seemed to be the only part of his body he could move. The sound of treading water reached his ears and he could feel her body coming toward his in the tub. She pressed against him and began teasing him in just the right spot.

“Miss Granger,” he drawled “what exactly are you doing here?”

“My part for the war.”
He opened his eyes and cocked a brow. “By seducing a Hogwarts professor?”

She smiled gently. “By healing the bravest agent we have in this war.” She leaned forward, her hair falling into his face, and gently kissed his forehead. Her lips trailed down and she planted firm kisses on his cheeks, neck, and finally lips. Her mouth was like heaven against his. Hot and full. He could feel the longing radiating from her body.

“Mmm…Most would say that Potter is the brave one. The Chosen One,” he said.

“Yes, Harry is very brave. He is working very hard in his fight against Lord Voldemort. But he has plenty of support. Plenty of people to tell him how much they appreciate his efforts.”

Hermione kissed his collar bone.

“I know when they call you, Professor. I can always tell the next day when you’ve been with the Death Eaters. It must be awful. Fighting for something so hard and never being appreciated.”

Snape grunted as she straddled him in the tub. “Yes, well,” he was finding it difficult to put words together. “I’d rather not have the parades and press releases.”

“Yeah,” she smiled. “This is better.” She brushed against him. He breathed in so hard it felt like he was being stabbed in the lung. Severus thrust forward and found himself inside her. He leaned forward and Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing her legs up around his thin waist.

She was amazed by his strength as he lifted them out of the tub, sweeping out of the bathroom and laying her quickly on the bed. He crushed his mouth against hers, thirsty for her passion. He thrust deeply into her, enjoying the feel of her wet heat consuming him.

Severus loved watching as her eyes closed, her lips barely parted in pleasure. Quiet grunts escaped her, goosebumps raising on her wet breasts. Severus leaned down, taking an exquisite pink nipple in his mouth and massaging it with his tongue.

Without realizing what she was doing, Snape suddenly found himself lying on his back looking up at Hermione as she rode his cock, her gorgeous breasts bouncing with every thrust.

“Oh, Severus…” she groaned in ecstasy. She reached behind her and began gently tugging at his balls.

His eyes shut tight, Severus was overwhelmed by the feeling of his cock deep inside her. The tension was building, so close to coming. “Pro – Severus…Oh, God!”

And suddenly she was wetter than ever before. There was no holding back. As Severus exploded inside of her he could feel her as hot as a boiling cauldron – coming and coming and seemingly endless.

Hermione collapsed against him, his cock still buried inside her. They lay their together, spent and bathed in candle light.

“For once it pays to be a spy,” remarked Snape.

“Mmm…” said Hermione, her head resting against his pale chest. “Sometimes it pays to be an unregistered animagus.”