The Advantages of Topical Potions

Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns all of Harry Potter. I do not make money of this. I just borrow her characters for a while

Sighing as she sat up, the bedclothes sliding down her torso revealing her bosom to the chill night air, Hermione contemplated her problem. The nipples on her perky breasts hardened at the change of temperature, causing her to lightly gasp while she struggled with her desire. She has taken to masturbating every day, sometimes two or three times, ever since Ron had taken her virginity. But neither that nor the clumsy fumbling of a teenage boy trying to make love to his girlfriend had helped abate the urges the girl was feeling… had been feeling for three long months. Pulling the blanket back up, Hermione sighed, shaking her head at the thought running around in her head, her rambunctious curls reflecting the moonlight coming in from the window. She was starting to realize that she would need a real man… a man that could keep up…a man with experience and wasn’t too selfish. But he would have to be receptive to her advances. Bemoaning her situation, Hermione turned onto her side and fell into a fitful sleep filled with dreams of a shadow figure claiming her over and over again.

Potions class that day was rather atypical. Hermione was crouched over her cauldron staring intently into it, stirring the concoction four times clockwise before adding the next ingredient. A proud smile appeared on her face as the potion changed to the desired shade of green as described in her text. At that moment, Professor Snape paused in his rounds to stop at her table and stare down at her work. She knew the potion was coming along perfectly but didn’t expect any praise. Not from him. Her gaze slid from his long slender fingers to his chest, hidden beneath those rough wool robes with all of those buttons, up to his face to gauge his expression. A wave of desire surged through her, causing her nipples to harden almost to the point of pain in her restraining bra. Jerking her head back down, she prayed he had not noticed her reaction as she crossed her legs in embarrassment. It was just then that she had realized her knickers were suspiciously damp.
Outraged at herself, Hermione willed her body to listen to her. Why the bloody hell was she feeling this way? This was Snape! The greasy git… the bat of the dungeons… the tall, graceful, powerful double agent that had a wit sharp enough to cut diamonds. As he started walking away, she let out the breath she didn’t know she had been holding. Steeling her back, Hermione gained a modicum of control, concentrated on her work, and finished her potion earlier than most. She bottled the sample and walked it up to his desk before leaving the room trying her best not to run.

Several days later, Hermione had cramped herself into a stall in the girl’s bathroom, stirring a bubbling mixture that faintly smelled of roses. Her dreams had been starting to become more vivid. She had come to the conclusion that her subconscious was fantasizing about Professor Snape. Even now, all she had to do is close her eyes to feel those gentle fingers slightly slide over her labia, which were already wet with want. True, he was a professor and she a student. She hoped that meant, if her plan was successful, that he would be more willing to keep this a secret. And after all, she was of age due to her use of the Time-Turner. Her last class of the day was Potions and she was brewing a lust potion that could be absorbed through the skin. She rationalized her use of it by going to the great expense of buying powdered Ashwinder scales. That would ensure it would only work if there was at least somewhat of a mutual interest. Smiling, she poured a small amount onto her gloved hand and gently spread a thin layer onto the back of her homework, having been sure to use thick parchment that wouldn’t wrinkle or collapse from the moisture. She kissed the sheet to transfer a small bit of DNA so that the Professor would be sending his attention to no one but her. Realizing the time, she hurriedly used charms to clean up and ran down the hall toward the dungeons.
Class had already started when Hermione ran into the room out of breath, skidding to a stop just inside the door. Resituating her robes and binding her hair back with a hair tie, she blushed in embarrassment as everyone looked up at her. Several Sytherins snickered at her.
A voice at the front of the class growled, “I’m not even going to ask for your pathetic excuse as to why you’re late, Miss Granger. Detention directly after class.”
She pretended to be offended, and even started to talk. “But, Sir…”
“Silence! You’d best get to work on the assignment or else I’ll have to give you a failing grade for the day as well as your detention.”
Bowing her head in defeat, she got to work right away and gathered the necessary materials, while her mind rejoiced at her plan going so well, so far at least. She knew the potion fairly well and finished quickly as per usual. Bottling her sample, she grabbed her homework and walked to the front. Setting her vial on the desk, Hermione waited until Snape looked up at her with his signature sneer.
“What is it, girl?” he snapped, which caused her to fidget and nervously extend her homework.
“Because I was late, I thought I’d give you my homework now, Sir,” she replied, lightly biting her lower lip as she added, “Sorry for disturbing class, Sir.” She watched as those elegant digits curled around the parchment, almost touching her hand just before she let go and turned to walk back to her seat to wait until the class had ended.
With her hands clasped together in her lap, Hermione sat waiting for the last couple of people to finish. A couple of times, she had risked glancing up at Professor Snape sitting at his desk reading her essay. He seemed to be taking longer than usual, pausing for long moments. Hermione wished she could see his eyes or anything that could give away as to whether or not her plan had worked. She knew his hand had been in contact with the paper long enough for the transfer to have occurred, but, if it had worked, Snape was hiding it well.

As the last person had shuffled out of the room, Hermione crossed her legs in anticipation, waiting for Professor Snape to speak. He left her waiting for a few minutes as his quill scratched comments onto a new piece of parchment. Suddenly, without even looking up, he said, “Since I do not want to be disturbed by your grating presence, I want you to organize these potions into the storage closet and dust the entire closet without magic.”
Pouting at the task, Hermione got up and walked toward the door. At least she didn’t have to scrub cauldrons this time. Turning back to the Professor, she saw him pointedly not looking in her direction; even going so far as to turn in his chair so his back faced her. Grabbing a couple of wooden racks, Hermione walked back to his desk and started putting the newly made potions into the holders. After watching him for a moment, she turned back to the closet with potions in hand. Pausing just inside the doorway, Hermione set the racks down on the nearest table. She then walked into the bright glow of the storage closet and found a bucket of water with rags. Grimacing, she wrung a towel out and got to work.
About nine shelves later, as she was clearing the potions off the ninth shelf, an Invigorating Potion fell and shattered on the floor, splashing some of the liquid onto her robes.
“Crap!” she exclaimed, as she tried to wipe off the spill. The word brought Professor Snape to the open door.
“What did you spill, you clumsy girl?” he snapped. Picking up the bottle from the floor to read the label, she said, “An Invigorating Potion,” as she handed him the bottle. She then sighed in exasperation.
“Can I take these off, Sir?” she asked, motioning at her ropes. Tensing for a moment, Professor Snape appeared to be staring off into space, before shaking his head as if to clear his thoughts. He then extended his hand, gesturing that she should give the robes to him. Pausing for a moment, Hermione’s hand trembled as she started to undo the buttons to reveal her Muggle outfit. The clingy scoop neck shirt had three quarter length sleeves and was suspiciously close in color to Sytherin green. As the robes slipped off her shoulders, Snape could see the black cotton miniskirt that conformed to her curvy hips. It was just long enough that it didn’t reveal anything inappropriate, namely the black string thong Ginny had bought for Hermione for her birthday. The finishing touch, as the robes fell to the floor, was black leather knee high boots with thick two and a half inch heels. The overall effect was comfortable but slightly seductive, rendering Snape speechless for a moment. His eyes had a visible heat to them, as he stepped into the closet and closed the door. As it shut, the click of the locks sounded rather loud. Hermione shuddered at the implications as she watched, nervously waiting for what he would do next. Slowly, he walked toward her. The predator expression on his face made her back up until her back was pressed against the shelves, her hands splayed to support her. Slowly pulling his wand out of his sleeve, Snape stalked up to her so he was almost touching her. He muttered something and ropes came out of the shelves and bound her arms and torso and hips in place.
“So why on earth would you be wearing something like this, Miss Granger?” he asked, in a deep tone just a few inches from her right ear.
“I don’t know what you mean, Sir,” she replied, slightly struggling in her bonds.
“Oh yes you do…you are just trying to hide it. 5 points from Gryffindor for lying,” he sneered, just before taking a deep breath through that large nose, picking up her scent.
“You probably wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” she whispered.
“I dare say, I doubt anything you would say would surprise me quite as much as what you did to your homework, Miss Granger,” he said, lightly running his hand along her jawline making her look up into his eyes. The heat of those eyes alone took her breath away, as she realized her potion worked.
“You mean it worked?” she asked, breathlessly, wanting to confirm her suspicions.
His eyes hardened for a moment and he visually examined her from head to toe and back up, before saying, “If you were a Slytherin, I’d reward you for your cunning. But seeing as you are the Gryffindor Know-It-All, I must think of some sort of punishment.”
She shivered at those words, realizing how they could both be a compliment and a threat. Nervously she shifted in the ropes, wondering what he would do. Her thoughts must’ve been easy to see, because he then said, “I suppose the only real way is to show you that you can’t possible handle what it is you so obviously want.”
As the words filtered into her brain, Hermione realized what he meant and felt her knees go weak, as her knickers suddenly became rather wet in anticipation. Take his wand, Snape muttered a word and she was nude except for her boots and thong. Eyeing the flimsy barrier, Snape slid close and tilted her chin up to make her meet him eye to eye.
His voice dropped an octave, as he said, “I’m going to give you the most sensual torture you can possible imagine. I’m going to use your body against you, and bring you to the edge of orgasm over and over again, until you almost lose your sanity. Then you are going to beg for me.”
Hearing those words from him, made her gasp and she had to bite her lip to keep from saying please. Given how she felt already, she knew it would not take long for Snape to achieve exactly what he had just said. She saw him raise his wand. Suddenly, the world went black, and she gasped and struggled harder.
“Stop it, this instant!” he growled. She couldn’t help but freeze at those words.
“It’s just a damn blindfold, you silly girl.” Feeling foolish, she nodded and waited, her knees pressed together in her nervousness. It seemed forever before he touched her, but might have only been a few seconds. Her world reduced down to the feel of one finger lightly tracing the edge of her ear, causing her to shudder as he followed the path with his tongue. He tilted his head and brought his lips just out of reach of hers. His breath made her wet her lips with her tongue, as he said, “You desperately want me to kiss you don’t you? Feel my tongue dominate yours as my force bruises your lips?”
A shiver coursed down her back at the image those words caused in her mind. Nodding dumbly, “Yes, Sir.”
He chuckled, before withdrawing and saying, “Well I’m inclined to not do that, just because you want it. Perhaps later.” At that moment, she felt a ghost of a touch on her left nipple, and she moaned, trying to arch her back for more contact. The smile on his face was so evil that, if she could’ve seen it, it would’ve made her knickers even damper. Running his hand along her side, his fingers came in contact with the side of her thong.
“I must admit. I never expected to see you wearing something like this. It must’ve been a gift. Tell me….who gave this to you?”
She bit her lip and hesitated before telling him, “Ginny Weasley.”
He paused, and toyed with the side strap, before asking, “So have you worn it for her moronic brother?”
She couldn’t find the words to speak, so she nodded her head in answer to his question. His fingers were making her thong shift, the fabric rubbing against her mound, making her even wetter. A moment later, his hand was leaving the side strap, and shifting down to cup her wetness in his hand. The contact made her thrash and gasp loudly.
“He’s never made you this wet in this thong, has he? He probably never got you this wet, even after he came, did he?”
Flushing in embarrassment, she shook her head in a negative manner, as she tried to shift, so his hand would touch the spot she needed to be touched. But just before it got to that point, he moved his hand away.
“I don’t think you actually answered me, Miss Granger,” he said, as his hand pinched her nipple, “Has Mr.Weasley ever made you this wet?”
Gasping as the slight pain to her nipples went straight to her groin, she screamed, “No!”
Smirking at her answer, he cupped her breasts in both hands and roughly groped her, as he mused, “I wonder how he would react if he could see you now.” His words made her whimper, as her blush turned a deeper shade of red.
“So now I’m trying to decide what to do,” he said, letting his hand slide down to her hips, “Any ideas?”
She whimpered and twisted in her bindings. “Maybe let me out of these ropes?” she pleaded.
“I don’t think so quite yet. Making you beg will be achieved so much faster with you restrained.”
Slumping in defeat, she whispered something really low. He leaned close and said, “What was that again?”
Worrying her bottom lip with her teeth, she spoke up, “I just want to touch you.” Those words made Severus tremble and his cock started to make its presence known to him. Stopping himself from moaning out loud, he kneeled down and contemplated her thong. Smiling at the plan that was playing through his mind, he grabbed it and tore it from her body. The action made Hermione scream. She then gasped at the feel of cold air swirling around her wetness. Dropping the damp piece of cloth to the floor, Snape kept his hands on her hips, as he kneeled to visually examine what had been revealed. A thick patch of glistening curls drew his attention, and he leaned close and took in her scent. It smelled quite delicious and seemed to be becoming stronger. He noticed her inner thighs glistening with juices, almost down to her knees. One of his hands came off her hips so a finger could collect some of the fluids off her inner thigh and bring it to his lips to taste. The light, slightly salty flavor made him smile, just before going straight to his cock, which he pointedly ignored. His hands slid to the inside of her thighs and forced them apart, before diving right in letting his dexterous tongue lap at her labia. She gasped loudly and tried to jump as his tongue made contact. After only a few seconds, she felt that tingling sensation at the base of her spine confirming that she was about to orgasm, but just before it got to that point, he pulled away entirely. She thrashed, trying to get just one more touch. He just sat back, and watched for a couple of minutes as she calmed down. Then he swooped back in with his fingers, as he roughly thrust two fingers into her over and over again, but withdrew just as her inner muscles got almost tight enough to orgasm. This continued for several more minutes. He used his tongue or fingers to bring her to the very edge of orgasm then stop, let her ever more frantic thrashes and screams dissipate, and start over again. Finally, she screamed, “Oh God! Let me cum!”
He stopped moving his fingers, and looked up at her, “I don’t think you quite understand yet.” At that moment, he spread his two fingers in her tight vagina, pressing against her inner walls. This caused her to scream, as she tried to force herself to orgasm, but he managed to keep it just out of reach. “God no! Please! Don’t stop! I’ll do anything!”
“Anything?” he whispered, in a husky, lust-driven tone.
“Anything!” she replied.
“Swallow the entirety of my cock until I cum down your throat?”
“Yes!”
“Restrain you and blindfold you in my bed, then let me gang bang you with myself and several shadow clones?”
Those words made her even wetter, as she tried to imagine it and she gasped, “Yes!”
“Take my rock hard cock as far into your tiny asshole as you can, then lick it clean?”
Those words made her pause as she struggled with the idea of how wrong it was. Silently, she reasoned that it couldn’t be as bad as she thought and said, “I trust you.”
Smirking evilly at those words, he replied, “Very well then,” just before his tongue was on her again, diving into her depths, wiggling as his head bobbed, pulling it in and out again, while his thumb found her clit and swirled on it. The sudden multiple sensations proved her undoing, as she tried to thrash even more in her bindings, causing slight bruising on her wrists as she screamed until her throat was sore. A copious amount of juices flowed down her legs and into Snape’s mouth.
An eternity later, her orgasm finally seemed to settle. Panting, she realized Snape was no longer touching her. She felt dread that he might have left. “Professor?” she called, nervously.
After a moment, she felt cool glass press against her lips and she drank. It took a moment to realize it was cool water soothing her throat. At least he wasn’t giving her some unknown potion. Her thought must’ve shown on her face, because he chuckled, “I think one surprise potion is enough for one evening.”
She flushed in embarrassment just before she felt the ropes loosen and disappear. She almost fell to her knees but Snape caught her and swung her into his arms. She felt herself being carried out of the closet, across the classroom, and through another doorway. She felt him set her down on a fairly comfortable coach before she felt heat blossom to her left, making her believe a fire had been lit. She sat patiently for a few minutes, hearing the rustling of clothing. It was then that she got pulled into a standing position and pulled against a nude Snape. The contact of skin on skin made them both gasp. The feel of sparse chest hair made her nipples tighten, after having softened from the heat of the room. She felt a hand aggressively grab her tangled mass of hair, just before he tilted her head up to receive his lips, which pressed so hard it was sure to bruise. Moaning at the possessive feel of the kiss, she went limp in his arms. After a few moments, Snape tilted his head to take the kiss deeper, biting her lower lip somewhat roughly, causing her to gasp. Taking the opportunity, his tongue surged into her mouth and tangled with her tongue. She had never been kissed like this before. The feel of his lips working against yet with hers was making her feel as if she was burning up from the inside out. She looped her arms around his neck and pressed close, squishing her bosom against his hard chest. A growl issued from his throat as his arms tightened around her, one hand sliding down to grasp her ass, pressing her against his fully erect cock.
After a few moments, they had to pull away for air and stood panting in each other’s arms. Knowing better than to undo it herself, Hermione tilted her head up and kissed along Snape’s jawline line, while asking, “Would you take the blind fold off now?”
Pulling his face away from her lips, Snape’s hand came up to cup her cheek. She tilted her face into his hand and nuzzled it. A sound like a whispered wind blew past her face and undid the knot on the blindfold, letting it slide off her face. The room was dark, except for the fire light they were bathed in. Hermione waited for a few moments to let her eyes adjust. She could make out a couch and a couple of chairs. The three walls of the room that didn’t have the fire place seemed to be filled to the brim with bookshelves. After a moment, she turned her attention to Severus and looked up into his face. The flickering firelight across his face gave him a mysterious look. That look was only enhanced by the even greater heat that was within his eyes. An answering quake of desire pulsed within her womb. Her hands unwound from behind him and slid up to lightly touch his entire face. The gentleness of the gesture undid him. With a moan, one of his hands stopped one of her hands on his cheek, and he nuzzled her hand much like she had done to his. Turning his face slightly, he kissed the palm of her hand, letting his tongue slide playfully against it and further down to lightly nibble on her wrist. He brought her hand up to thread into his hair as he pulled her close and claimed her mouth again. After a few moments, he pushed her onto the couch and turned her so her back was against the arm of it. The firelight bathed his back and shoulders, making his hair glisten while bathing the rest of him in shadow. His arm came up and tilted her face so it was looking up to where his face should be. His hand then slid down her body, lightly groping one breast for a moment before travelling back down to her labia. He smiled as he found her still wet, though not as soaked as earlier. Gathering some of her wetness on two fingers, he coated them before gently sliding them over her labia. A gasp issued from her lips at finally knowing exactly how it felt to do be doing what she had fantasized. The feeling was not quite the same but felt much better than all the times she had done it herself. Whimpering in need, she only said, “Please…”
Smirking at her plea, Severus asked, “Please what?”
Spreading her legs slightly causing her labia to open, Hermione bite her lower lip and tried to rock her hips, as she said, “Please make me cum, Professor.”
Chuckling at her words, his fingers slid inside her, and after a few moments found a patch of lining that was slightly rougher than the rest. Lightly rubbing against that spot, Hermione jumped at the jolt of pleasure as she became wetter. Smirking at how easy this was, Snape reached down to touch her clit and started doing quick deep thrusts with his fingers, occasionally brushing her g-spot. She gasped and moaned as her inner muscles steadily clenched tighter around his fingers, just before a fresh flood of fluids coated her thighs. For a few moments, Hermione rested and then sat up. She pushed Severus so that he was resting on the other arm of the coach. Smiling, she kissed her way down his jawline and his neck, lightly biting on his jugular. Moaning at her taking such initiative, Snape just sat back and enjoyed as her lips and teeth slowly made their way down his torso. When her mouth paused over his hard rod, Hermione, hesitantly, let her hand lightly wrap around the base of his cock and it slowly slid up to the head, figuring out just how large he was. He was definitely bigger than Ron, though she felt fairly sure she could still handle him without too much worry. Her hand slid back down and she brought her head down as well, to let her tongue skim the head and get a taste of the small bubble of liquid that had appeared. Savoring the flavor, Hermione realized that his taste was slightly sweet. Pausing for a moment to catch her breath, Hermione dove down and took half of his cock into her mouth, filling it to capacity and almost making her choke. Gasping at the sudden move, Snape clenched his hands into the seat cushions under him and rocked his hips slightly. She worked his length with her hand and mouth, making him gasp and moan and shudder in response. As he got close, he pushed her off of his cock.
Stricken with doubt, Hermione sat back and looked at his face, wondering what was wrong. Shaking his head in disappointment at himself, Snape pulled her close and kissed her hard to alleviate her worries. “There’s only one place I want to orgasm tonight, Hermione.”
At those words, Hermione’s head jerked up to look him eye to eye and she trembled, “You called me Hermione.”
Smirking at her words, he nodded before saying, “I would think it appropriate under these circumstances.” Smiling up at him, Hermione pulled him close and kissed him with fervor while spreading her legs so his hips rested against hers. Moaning at her touch, Severus kissed back, quickly dominating her tongue as his hands grabbed the underside of her knees and pulled them so her thighs rested against her torso, baring her nether regions to his gaze. Shifting his hips a little, Snape nudged the head of his erection against her labia, fitting himself into place. Holding himself and her still, he broke off the kiss and looked down at her. “I just have to say something to you before I do this…I am not the type of man who shares. So I ask you now…do you intend on this being more than just one night?”
Peering down at where they were almost connected then back up to his face, Hermione felt her emotions shift. She had only intended on sex until that moment. Here was a man who was much more than a sex god. Here was a man who seemed to care. She didn’t expect it to be easy. Obviously, it would have to be kept a secret until after graduation. Deciding to follow her newfound feelings, she smiled up at him and said, “I didn’t intend on more than sex...” to which he started to withdraw before she pulled him close, and hastily added, “But I want to see where this goes.” At those words, Severus smiled and fit himself back at her entrance. Moaning at the heat emitting from her core, Severus leaned down to kiss her sweetly and thrust his length into her depths, filling her in one solid smooth thrust. The feel of him stretching her insides made Hermione moan. Her hips curled into a more dramatic angle. A shudder rippled through her body, as his testicles lightly bounced on her anus. Taking a deep breath, Severus slowly pulled his hips back, until he was almost out of her, before thrusting back in, hard and deep. Gasping loudly at the intrusion, Hermione hands clawed at the back of his shoulder blades as he set a furious pace making the coach groan and creak at the amount of force. After a few minutes, Severus pulled out and spun Hermione around so she was on her hands and knees with her hands resting on the arm of the coach. Fitting one arm around Hermione’s hips, Snape aligned himself with her core once again and slid home. The feeling of his cock going even deeper than before made Hermione scream and Severus groan. His hands gripped her hips tightly as Snape started off at a feverish pace, once again plunging his cock as deep and as hard as he could go. Hermione started speaking in gibberish as his cock rubbed all the right places. It even hit a spot, just below her cervix, that she didn’t even know existed until just then. One particularly fluid thrust made his scrotum swing and bump against her clit, making her scream in ecstasy. Her inner muscles instantly became tighter. Loving the sound she had just made, Severus made sure to keep his thrusts the same as the last one, making her inner muscles dance around his cock. After a while of this, her inner muscles were finally starting to draw him closer to orgasm. Feeling the impending climax, Severus gasped, “Oh god Hermione…almost…oh gods! I need you to cum with me,” as one of his hands reached down to play with her clit. Feeling his cock start to swell within her, Hermione let go, as her inner muscles quaked around his cock screaming his name, “Severus!”
As they collapsed together, her inner muscles keep twitching, pulling more semen into her. Instantly feeling tired, she snuggled close. Snape chuckled and pulled her into a spooning position. Reaching over for his wand, Severus transfigured the coach to a larger size so they could stretch out, as he pulled a blanket close by over to them before covering them with it. They quickly fell into deep slumber, enjoying the feel of each other.

THE END