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Peeping Tom	By : Dazzlious Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 31661 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter List
- 1-One
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
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A/N: I think it would be safe to say that the main characters in this story are to some extent OoC and the story is AU, being set in the trio’s final year at Hogwarts, and assumes that events from the end of book six onwards never happened. This idea began as a short one-shot PWP, but as is so often the case it seems to have taken on a life of its own and has changed almost completely from what I had originally envisaged. Warning: there are lemons. Dx

Draco watched in astonishment as Professor Snape withdrew from the naked young woman, and pushing her to her knees, stood over her tugging on his hard cock. A few seconds later, with a sharp cry of release he exploded, the stream of fluid he expended landing all over the face and breasts of the waiting girl. Snape looked at her approvingly for a moment; then he released his now flaccid cock and took hold of the tops of her arms and pulled her into a standing position in front of him.
Hermione Granger smiled through the spunk that spattered her face, using a hand to wipe the worst of it away. Then, wrapping her arms around Snape’s neck, she pulled him into a deep kiss that lasted for some minutes. Once the kiss had finished she pulled from his arms and went to gather up her clothes.
Draco couldn’t hear what the couple were saying as they talked quietly to each other while they dressed, but it was clear they were relaxed in each other’s company. This was obviously not the first time they had been together. Once they were both fully dressed, and with Snape back behind his desk, he said something to Hermione and suddenly her manner changed completely, the smile previously on her face replaced by a more serious look.
She picked up her bag and hoisted it over her shoulder, then said goodnight to the Potions Master before turning to head for the door. Draco shrank back into the shadows and tried to keep as quiet as possible. It wouldn’t do for him to get caught.
After Hermione left, Snape spent a few minutes sorting through a stack of parchments he had carelessly thrown on top of a cabinet when Hermione had arrived. Finally, he picked up the stack and used his wand to dim the lights, then made his way into his private quarters. Draco waited for a few minutes to make sure he wasn’t coming back out before emerging from his hiding place and quietly making his way out the door, through the classroom, and back out along the corridor.
He was extremely surprised . . . and confused. Granger had always seemed like the quintessential good girl – a bit of a prude if anything. But he had seen her doing things with Snape tonight that he would have a hard time imagining Pansy agreeing to, and she was the biggest slapper he had ever met. It wasn’t so much surprise that Granger wasn’t a virgin — although to be honest that came as something of a shock. After all, those two numpties she hung around with were either gay or under-developed as they hadn’t even seemed to realise yet that Granger was a woman, and he hadn’t seen anyone else moving in on her since Viktor Krum returned to Durmstrang.
Nor was it that she and Snape were having a . . . relationship . . . of some description. It was obvious that ugly as he was, Snape was hardly going to turn down a fuck from a beauty like Granger. No, what really got to Draco was the things she allowed Snape to do to her.
Draco still couldn’t believe he had managed to get into the room in the first place. If he were Snape he would have made sure the place was warded way beyond the silencing charm that was on the room. There was no way he would want to get caught doing those things. But then, did the Potions Master care? After all, Granger was letting him do them, so what did it matter if they were caught? Draco frowned. Were teacher—pupil relationships allowed at Hogwarts? He couldn’t imagine they were, although to be serious Snape was about the only teacher young enough to be considered for such a thing, and no one in their right mind would be interested in that snarky bastard.
Apart from Hermione Granger, a little voice inside his head reminded him. She seemed pretty happy to be with him.
But was she? She hadn’t seemed that happy when she left. She seemed like a different person, more like her usual self. He hurried along one of the secret shortcuts that led up to the Entrance Hall, arriving just as Granger got there, too, having come by the more conventional route. He rushed over towards the dungeon stairs, purposely knocking into her as he passed, then stopped and glared angrily at her.
‘Watch out, Granger. What’s the matter with you, daydreaming or something?’ His voice was cold and sarcastic as he sneered at her.
‘What?’ Hermione looked at him in seeming confusion and frowned. ‘Oh, I’m sorry, Malfoy. I was miles away. I didn’t see you.’
‘Well, take better care in future,’ Draco snapped as Hermione turned away, no longer listening to him but once again heading towards the stairs for Gryffindor Tower.
He stood and watched her go, frowning as he did so. Granger had seemed . . . dazed? Certainly nothing like her usual argumentative self, that was for sure. Was something wrong with her? Had Snape done something to her? He walked slowly back down the stairs towards the dungeons, deep in thought. As he reached the bottom Snape was waiting, a deep scowl on his face. Draco jumped at the unexpected sight of his House Master.
‘Where have you been, Mr Malfoy?’ Snape asked coldly. ‘Curfew started five minutes ago. I do not expect Slytherin House to suffer because of your tardiness.’
‘I’m sorry, sir,’ Draco said, trying to study Snape’s face to see if he could see anything different about it. ‘I was coming back from the Library and forgot the time. No one saw me.’
‘That may well be the case, but you know you are to be back in the common room before curfew. Don’t let it happen again or you will find yourself in detention,’ Snape warned him.
Draco’s scowl at this news was as deep as Snape’s. He almost commented that Granger was late for curfew, too, thanks to the Potions Master, but he managed to hold his tongue. It didn’t actually matter that Snape had kept Granger out until after curfew. She was a Gryffindor, and old McGonagall was in charge of her punishment if caught. Draco was sure it was likely that Snape would have vouched for her whereabouts if needed, but he had no such assurance from Madam Pince.
Nodding, he moved past Snape and ran down the corridor to the part of the wall where the door of the common room was located. He quickly spoke the password to the wall and watched as the door appeared. Then, ignoring the calls of his cronies and Pansy as he entered the common room, he went straight to his dormitory and threw himself onto his bed.
He rolled over and lay on his back, hands behind his head, staring up at the canopy over the bed as he thought about Granger and Snape. There was no way he could have misconstrued what the couple had been doing. Even if they had been dressed rather than naked and he hadn’t seen them fucking, the spunk on Granger’s face was the clincher.
And that, probably more than any of the other things they had done, was the thing that most intrigued Draco. He understood Snape’s desire to cum all over the beautiful Mudblood’s face and tits — hell, that was a male domination thing, proving that he was the one in control of the relationship; many if not all blokes fantasised about doing it at some time or another. But how many actually achieved it? Because as much as it was a male fantasy, it sure as hell wasn’t a female one. Even Pansy, as big a slut as she was, had refused to allow Draco to do that to her when he had requested it. In fact, the way she had reacted to the suggestion was as if he had asked her to put on a little show in front of her family — and this was from the girl who swallowed for England!
In fact, as far as he was aware, outside of those porn mags that some of the Mudblood guys had brought in and passed around extensively among the school males, no one ever got to spunk over their girlfriend’s face. And yet little Miss Goody-Two-Shoes Granger had happily sat back and allowed herself to be drenched in the stuff. He closed his eyes and sighed deeply as a vision of Granger, her face looking almost beatific as she received Snape’s load, slid into his mind.
‘Knut for ‘em?’
Draco’s eyes shot open and he raised his head and looked round at his friend, Blaise Zabini, who was just emerging from the bathroom.
Draco sighed again. ‘Oh, nothing much, just got done by Snape for breaking curfew.’
Blaise laughed. ‘What did he do, threaten you with detention?’
Draco sat up, nodding. ‘Yep, said he didn’t expect the House to suffer because of me. I was only five minutes late getting back to the common room, but from the way he reacted you would think I had tried to burn the bloody school down or something.’
‘Slytherin pride,’ Blaise said knowledgeably. ‘Let’s face it, he hasn’t got much else to worry about, has he?’ He chuckled richly. ‘Perhaps he should get himself a girlfriend. Maybe then he would stop worrying about such petty things. Mind you, I don’t know where he would find anyone blind enough to fancy him.’
Draco gave a small laugh in return but his mind was racing again. Snape already did have a girlfriend — Granger. Or was she not his girlfriend and just some sort of . . . what . . . fuck buddy?
‘I’m going to have a bath and then go to bed,’ Draco told Blaise as he grabbed his wash bag and pyjamas and headed for the bathroom.
He ran the taps of the bath, watching as the steam curled up from the depths. His mind was still focussed on Granger and the spunk. As he slid into the warm water, ducking his head beneath to wet himself from head to toe, he wondered what he had missed seeing them do. After all, they had been well under way by the time he crept in, the light from the crack of the open office door drawing him closer; inquisitiveness was a family trait that had served him well many times in the past. It wasn’t often that Snape left the door to his office open, and any chance to see what the Potions Master was up to might prove useful information for Draco’s father, in exchange for something of value to Draco that he could use to extend his influence within the school.
To find not only that Granger was in the room with Snape but that the couple were so engrossed in fucking that he could actually sneak through the door and find a position to better watch the action had been surprising enough. But now he thought about it, they could have had plenty of time for other stuff before he found them. And if Granger was slut enough for Snape’s spunk, what else would she agree to?
There was only one thing for it. He had to find a way to watch them again. If this wasn’t a one-off — and surely their easy conversation after the sex proved that to be the case — then they would be doing it again, and Draco wanted to be there to see just how dirty Hermione Granger could get.
As he climbed into bed his thoughts turned one last time to Granger, but this time, it wasn’t the smiling spunk-covered face he saw. It was the expression she had worn when he bumped into her in the Entrance Hall. A frown crossed his face for a moment as he wondered again whether Snape had done something to her. That would explain her willingness to do those things she should surely be shying away from. But he cleared the thought from his mind. There was no point in jumping to conclusions until he’d had a chance to see them at it again.

The following day Draco spent as much time as he thought he could get away with traipsing after Granger to see whether she and Snape were up to anything. The first lesson was easy enough as it was double Potions, although he was disappointed to find that the Potions Master acted no differently towards the Gryffindor girl than he always did. In fact, Draco thought, if they really were in a relationship he was actually being pretty mean to the Mudblood with the way he was treating her and his comments about her being a know-it-all, however true they might be. At no point did any look or touch pass between them that might signify something else was going on, and the lesson came to an end without any further communication between them.
And so, on to Herbology, where Draco placed himself opposite Granger as they worked on harvesting Snargaluff pods. Although he studied her intently he could see no sign of her being anything other than her usual self. She didn’t appear to be charmed in any way, as a stinging rebuke when she realised he was looking at her a little too frequently proved. And she obviously wasn’t thinking about Snape, at least not in a romantic way, as her harvesting was going much better than his own.
By lunchtime Draco was beginning to wonder whether maybe this thing with Snape and Granger had been a one-off after all. Maybe Snape had charmed the Mudblood so she would do what he wanted for one evening only, and now things had returned to normal with Granger none the wiser about what she and the Potions Master had done.
Certainly meal times hadn’t given Draco any cause for concern. Both Granger and Snape had been busy reading the newspaper over breakfast and Snape hadn’t even come to lunch, while Granger was deep in conversation with the two idiots she hung around with, apparently not even noticing that the Potions Master was missing.
The afternoon was going to be trickier. Granger had Ancient Runes, whilst Draco had Divination with her idiot friends . . . and his idiot friends, too, come to think of it. For the afternoon sessions he would have his cronies in tow and it would be hard to explain why he was following Granger around, especially when she headed to the Library as she was almost certain to do at some point.
Sure enough, Crabbe and Goyle completely stopped his stalking. He attempted to get rid of them, even tried hinting that he was going to do some work, which was usually enough to get them off his back. But today it seemed they were intent on keeping him company, no matter what. Eventually, he had to admit defeat with Granger although he was pretty sure she and Snape hadn’t had a chance to meet up before dinner.
Throughout the evening meal, Draco watched the couple, both of whom were still residing in their own little worlds: Granger with her Gryffindor friends and Snape in deep discussion with the Headmaster and McGonagall at the head table. Even when Hermione rose, presumably to go back to the Gryffindor common room, Snape didn’t look away from his discussion. Draco felt a vague sense of disappointment.
And then he saw it. Or at least he thought he did. Having almost reached the door, Hermione stopped for a second and glanced over towards the head table and a small smile crossed her lips just before she turned away to follow her friends. Snape’s involvement in the conversation stopped at exactly the same moment as he looked back at her. It was such a tiny thing that it could easily have been missed — if you weren’t waiting for just such an event to occur.
Suddenly Draco was galvanised. What if they were meeting later, as they had the previous night? He needed to ensure he had access to Snape’s office. He couldn’t count on the couple leaving the door open again, as that must surely have been an oversight. Rising, he excused himself, saying he needed to get to the Library before it closed. And it was true — he did. What he needed, he realised as he walked hurriedly down the corridor, was a spell to stop Snape’s office door from locking as the Potions Master wasn’t likely to make the same mistake and leave the door open twice in a row.
After a hurried discussion with the Librarian, Madam Pince, about a hypothetical situation in a fictitious project he was working on, Draco found himself flicking through several heavy tomes of spells for something that could be the answer to his problem. When he found something suitable he quickly scrawled down the spell and practised the wand work for a few minutes until he was sure he had got the action right. Then he replaced the books and headed back towards the Slytherin common room.
Snape was standing in the Entrance Hall at the top of the stairs to the dungeons, still in discussion with Dumbledore and McGonagall. Sprout and Flitwick had now joined the trio; they were obviously discussing something to do with the Houses and House points, from the gestures Dumbledore was making towards the large hourglasses that contained the various coloured gemstones.
As rapidly as he could without being stopped for rushing, Draco made his way over to the stairs to the dungeons and down towards Snape’s study. He had a few minutes at most to get the spell cast and then he would have to wait and see — firstly whether Granger would come, and secondly whether the spell had worked. For a moment he debated not bothering with the spell and merely hiding in Snape’s study but he had a feeling that was a bad idea, especially if Granger didn’t come. The last thing he needed was to be trapped all evening in Snape’s study, alone with the snarky Potions Master, vigilant as he usually was. He would probably be caught and then his life wouldn’t be worth living. At least with the spell, he could get in and out, even if he had to miss out on a little of the early action.
Draco looked at his watch. It was eight thirty-five. He needed to find somewhere to hide where he could keep an eye on the study. He looked around the empty classroom and decided to sit under one of the workbenches near the door of the office. He moved the chairs away slightly so he would make no noise getting back out and then climbed underneath, settling himself as cosily as he was able in the small space. He wasn’t comfortable by any means, but he did have a good view of the study door and unless they were specifically looking for him he wouldn’t be noticed. He sat back and waited, regulating his breathing so he made as little noise as possible.
It wasn’t long afterwards that Snape appeared, moving quickly and quietly through the room heading directly to his study. Although Draco’s heart beat faster with panic, the Potions Master took no time to look around the classroom; obviously nothing appeared out of place. Draco saw the study door open and Snape’s wand causing the light to come on, then he closed the door behind him.
For a long time there was nothing but silence. Draco slid his arm up to check his watch. It was almost nine o’clock. Surely Granger would be here soon if she was coming, but still there was no sign of the Mudblood. Just as Draco had decided nothing was going to happen and was considering moving as his right leg was going numb from the odd position, he heard a noise. Holding his breath, he waited. A few seconds later he saw Hermione knock on the door of Snape’s study. She was here!
‘Enter.’ Snape’s voice sounded as cold as ever and pissed off, too, Draco thought.
Hermione opened the door and prepared to step through into the office. Illuminated as she was by the light from within the study, Draco could see she was fully dressed, still in her school uniform. For some reason that he couldn’t quite pin down this disappointed him.
‘You’re late. You were supposed to be here at nine o’clock,’ Snape said tersely.
‘I’m sorry, sir, but I got caught by Professor McGonagall and she delayed me a little.’ Hermione’s voice was apologetic as she entered the room.
‘I thought we would begin brewing a batch of Pepper-Up Potion tonight.’ Snape’s voice drifted from the room as Hermione closed the door behind her.
Draco frowned. So Granger was there to brew potions. Were they going to use the classroom? He shifted to try to make himself a little more comfortable as he waited to see whether the couple were going to leave the study. He was sure he wouldn’t have time, with his dead leg, to get out of the classroom before they came out and would be stuck under the workbench until they either finished the potion or caught him hiding there; if they chose to use that workbench for their brewing. However, after ten minutes passed without the door reopening he decided they weren’t coming out. Obviously they were using Snape’s own private laboratory instead.
Draco moved his legs so they were out in front of him, trying not to groan out loud as he felt the blood rush back into the leg that had gone numb, pins and needles crackling through his foot. Now he had to decide what to do. If they were really only going to brew potions they wouldn’t be in the study, but attempting to enter could be dangerous if they weren’t completely focussed on the potion they were brewing. After all, he had only managed to get in before because the couple were blissfully unaware of anything but themselves. But he needed to know what they were doing so he had to risk it, even if only for a couple of seconds.
He could just poke his head around the door and see if they were in the laboratory. If they were he would leave them to it, knowing that nothing of interest was taking place. If not, well, he would play it by ear and hope he didn’t get caught. That is, if his spell had worked, of course. He was sure Snape would have warded the door this time. Even if they were only working on a potion they wouldn’t want to be disturbed at a crucial moment, although to be honest it was unlikely anyone would disturb the Potions Master unless they had no other choice.
Draco climbed out from underneath the workbench, stretching to try to get some movement back into his limbs and get rid of the pins and needles. Then he pulled his wand from his pocket and moved stealthily towards the closed door.
‘Specialis revelio,’ Draco whispered once he reached it. The door shimmered for a moment, then in the blink of an eye the shimmer disappeared.
So the door had been warded. But his spell had worked and it had nullified the effect. There was also a silencing charm on the room. That was odd. Why did they need a silencing charm if they were brewing potions? He waited for a few seconds more to ensure his spell hadn’t attracted unwanted attention, then slowly turned the handle and opened the door a crack. He couldn’t see or hear much but it appeared the couple were indeed in Snape’s laboratory. He felt a ripple of disappointment run through him. He really had hoped that Snape and Granger were having some sort of relationship.
But why were you hoping for that? the little voice inside his head asked.
He thought about it for a second. Why was he disappointed? What did it matter to him what they were doing, apart from getting a free view of some hardcore sexual action? Was he really so desperate that he needed to get off by watching Granger and Snape fuck? Why would he when he had Pansy to provide for his every need? Again, a vision of Granger’s face covered in spunk took over his mind. Okay, almost all his needs, he amended.
He realised with a jolt of surprise that he wasn’t really bothered about Snape, other than what he was able to get Granger to do for him. His interest was in Granger. Mudblood she may be, but the girl was undoubtedly beautiful. What on earth did she see in the snarky Potions Master that made her so pliable to his attentions, and how far was she willing to go for him?
Draco suddenly understood that his need to see just what Granger was capable of doing was so he could work out how to use this information for his own benefit. If he knew what Granger was doing with Snape he could . . . what . . . blackmail her? No . . . convince her . . . that she should repeat those things with him. If he knew what he could get her to do, what she would accept, he too could have the pleasure Snape was getting. And that was why finding that there really was nothing going on was such a huge disappointment.
He was about to close the door and go back to the common room to find Pansy when another thought struck him. So if Snape and Granger weren’t a couple, why had she done those things with him the previous evening? Surely it had to be because Snape had charmed her in some way. And why was there a silencing charm on the room?
Draco pushed the door open a little wider so he could see the open door of the laboratory. Okay, so they really were brewing potions in there. He could see them just inside the open door. He looked closer. Hold on a minute — Granger wasn’t fully dressed any longer. He slid through the door into the study and pulled it closed behind him, stopping for a second to make sure the occupants hadn’t heard. Keeping to the shadows, he slowly made his way around the study until he had a better view of the laboratory through the open door. He stopped and judged his position. Good for the laboratory and good for the study but he could be seen. He needed to find some cover. A few moments later he had found a chair to crouch behind and slid down, hoping that his leg, which was still tingling, wouldn’t go to sleep again.
He couldn’t see the laboratory so well now, but what he could see was more than interesting enough. While it was possible that there was potion-brewing going on, Draco considered it unlikely. Hermione, who was now almost in the doorway, was no longer anywhere near fully dressed. In fact, from what Draco could see of her, she was wearing only her underwear and she seemed to be giggling at something Snape had said. The Potions Master joined her, his hands caressing and squeezing her breasts which were still encased in a white cotton bra. Snape was still fully clothed as he pulled her into his arms, his lips finding hers for a passionate kiss.
As they continued to kiss, Snape’s hands reached around Hermione’s body to find the clasp of her bra and undid it, drawing the garment away from her. With a sound of unmistakable desire, he swooped, his hands cradling the firm breasts, pushing them up. His mouth found an erect nipple, causing a sharp cry to erupt from Hermione as he bit down on it. His tongue continued to lave over the hard nub as his hand played with the other, Hermione leaning back to give him better access. Then, when she had seemingly had enough, she pulled Snape’s head up and gave him another deep kiss.
Draco couldn’t hear their conversation, but he got the gist. Snape was trying to remove Granger’s knickers whilst she was trying to undo the buttons of his frock coat. She growled with frustration, either at the number of buttons or the time it was taking to undo them, Draco was unsure which. At one point she slapped Snape’s hands as if pushing them away, but it was a half-hearted gesture and soon her knickers were pooled around her ankles.
Hermione grinned at Snape and leant in for another kiss. Draco watched as Snape’s hands reached under her tight bottom to pick her up. She stepped out of the knickers and wrapped her legs around him and he carried her back into the study. Snape flicked his hand, which now contained his wand and the pile of papers and writing implements that had littered his desk flew through the air and landed on a cabinet to the left of the chair Draco was hiding behind.
Gently Snape sat Hermione on the desk, and as she lay back he talked quietly to her as he began stroking her body from her shoulder all the way down over her breasts to her stomach, and then further down between her spread legs. There were a few more minutes of conversation and then Snape’s hands were on her thighs, pulling them apart further, and his head disappeared between them. Hermione’s cries of pleasure grew louder and wilder as he brought her close to orgasm, her body writhing at his touch.
Draco’s view was somewhat obstructed by the chair and he was tempted to stand up, wanting to see more of Granger’s luscious body. Unlike Pansy she had curves — and tits — and he very much wanted to see her better but he couldn’t risk it. Not yet. It was clear from the sounds they were both making that Snape was doing a good job on Granger and that he was enjoying the experience almost as much as she. Draco felt a sharp pang of jealousy that it wasn’t he in Snape’s place and felt a tell-tale throb in his trousers. Watching Granger cum was definitely arousing him. A few minutes later her cries changed in pitch and tempo, her body shaking as the orgasm tore through her. Finally, once he was sure he had done all he could, Snape moved away from Hermione, leaving her panting on the desk.
It wasn’t long before Hermione recovered and left the desk to work once again on Snape’s buttons. Finally triumphant, she pulled off the frock coat to reveal the white shirt underneath as the couple talked quietly to each other once more. The shirt took less time to remove and then her hands were on Snape’s trousers, undoing the buttons on those as they kissed again. Snape moved away for a moment and pulled off his boots and socks before removing his trousers, leaving him in only a pair of black boxer shorts. He grinned at Hermione then removed those, too, and walked towards her, his prominent erection bouncing as he moved.
Draco had taken the opportunity to move a little so his view was better, although it was doing nothing for his erection which was now throbbing painfully. He focussed on Granger’s face for a moment. She had that happy look he had seen on her face last night, the one that had made him suspect Snape had charmed her. However good a lover Snape was, surely she was a little too happy, wasn’t she? But charmed or not, it was obvious that Granger was up for anything Snape wanted.
Already she was reaching for him, wrapping her hand around his erection as they kissed once more before dropping to her knees to take his hard cock into her mouth. She slid it down her throat as his hands moved through her bushy hair, pushing her down on him more deeply. Snape’s moans grew louder as she sucked him and he talked to her, whispering something that Draco couldn’t hear. And then Snape released her head and she left him.
Draco watched in breathless fascination, wondering if Snape was going to cum over her face again but instead, he pulled Hermione back into a standing position and reached out to stroke her cheek tenderly before pulling her close for a kiss. The kissing continued for long minutes, during which their hands explored once more. Snape spent much time caressing Hermione’s bottom, something she was obviously enjoying. Draco was frustrated that he couldn’t hear what the couple were saying between kisses. He was sure it would be illuminating and would maybe tell him much about the exact nature of their relationship; but however hard he tried to focus, their conversation was too quiet.
They were apart again now; Hermione was laughing at something Snape said as she moved away from him. In an instant Snape grabbed her wrists and pulled her back to him, sitting down on the chair Draco was hiding behind and pulling her face down over his lap. Draco had to hurriedly move back into the shadows so that Hermione, her face now level with the seat of the chair, didn’t spot him. His view was pretty much restricted to Hermione’s legs and head, but he could now hear the couple perfectly.
‘Do you still believe I’m joking, Miss Granger?’ Snape’s smooth voice was dark and low.
Hermione tried to stifle a giggle and shook her head. Snape looked at her seriously as if expecting an answer.
‘Cat got your tongue?’ he asked solemnly. ‘You know I expect better of you than that.’
Hermione managed to regain control. She turned her head to look at Snape, trying to appear contrite. ‘I’m sorry, sir.’
‘You’re sorry?’ Snape’s dark voice was questioning. ‘Do you think sorry is enough?’
Hermione slowly shook her head.
‘No,’ Snape said gravely, looking down at her for a moment. His hand brushed gently over her bottom and the small of her back once more. ‘You still need to be punished for your tardiness this evening.’
Hermione gave a small shiver. Then, just when it seemed nothing was going to happen, Snape slapped her hard across the middle of her buttocks. She gave a small cry as his hand connected but quelled it quickly. Another slap followed almost immediately on just one cheek, Snape’s hand now rubbing more firmly over the reddening skin. Slap after slap landed on Hermione’s bottom as she tried not to cry out — mostly succeeding, although occasionally she couldn’t help but give a small squeak, which attracted further immediate punishment from Snape.
Between sets of slaps, Snape’s hand soothed the reddened skin; his entire focus was on Hermione and her reaction to what he was doing to her. Every time he laid a hand on her he watched how she reacted, gauging from the way her body moved and the sounds she made whether she was enjoying the experience. Eventually, after a lot longer than Draco had expected, he obviously decided that she’d had enough and the slapping stopped, leaving only the soothing. Hermione continued to lie across his lap, obediently waiting for the command to move.
When it came and she stood up, moving away from Snape slightly, Draco could see that her face was flushed, her cheeks scarlet and eyes bright and sparkling with tears. But she still looked happy. Her hand trailed down to rub her bottom.
‘Are you all right?’ Snape’s voice was warm as he looked at Hermione. He was still sitting.
Hermione smiled and nodded. ‘Of course I am, although my bum really stings. It must be bright red.’ She turned her back to him for a second, revealing the rosy skin to both Snape and Draco’s gaze.
Snape laughed richly. ‘It looks beautiful,’ he told her. ‘Now come here. It’s time for your reward.’
He held his arms open as Hermione returned to him, pulling her close for a kiss.
‘I don’t think I can sit down at the moment,’ Hermione said a touch ruefully. ‘It really does hurt.’
‘You won’t be sitting,’ Snape said.
‘You know what I mean,’ Hermione replied with a laugh.
‘Oh dear . . . what to do?’ Snape asked musingly, sounding amused. He kissed her again.
‘A different position, I think,’ Hermione suggested. ‘How about this?’ She pulled away from his arms and walked over to Snape’s desk and bent forward, leaning her elbows on it as she wiggled her bright red bottom suggestively. She looked back over her shoulder at Snape.
‘Lovely. I think that’ll be just perfect.’
Snape stood up and walked towards Hermione to stroke her pert and reddened bottom.
They both cried out as he entered her. Snape’s hands slid around her body to grasp at her breasts, squeezing them as they began to move rhythmically together. Again he talked to her as they fucked, but like earlier in the evening, Draco was no longer able to hear what Snape was saying to his lover.
He moved a little, still making sure to remain in the shadows. His leg was seizing up again and he wanted to get more comfortable — and that went for his trouser region, too. Watching Granger being spanked had aroused him more than anything he had seen the couple do — with the exception of the facial shower — and the fact that she had clearly enjoyed it so much had his brain whirling with fantasies of his own, fantasies he couldn’t afford to get lost in at the moment for fear of doing something that would get him caught.
It seemed that Snape and Granger were on the verge of climaxing now, from the sounds they were making and the frantic thrusting that was going on. A few seconds later it was all over, Hermione shaking within Snape’s arms, he whispering into her hair as he pulled her back against him, holding her tightly. They stayed that way for several minutes, neither of them apparently having the desire to move.
Finally, Snape released Hermione and pulled her round to kiss her once more, small teasing, biting kisses at first that became deeper and slower. His hands no longer caressed her body but were now entwined instead in her hair. Eventually, they pulled apart, reluctantly it seemed to Draco, and Hermione headed back towards the laboratory to get her clothes while Snape began to dress. Draco tried to will himself back into the shadows, keeping as still as he was able. Now was the time when he was most likely to get caught. However, the couple were both more intent on getting dressed than taking any notice of what might be going on around them.
Hermione emerged from the laboratory once again fully dressed, with her schoolbag over her shoulder. She dumped the bag on the desk and walked over to Snape, who was still buttoning his frock coat. She grabbed his face and pulled it to hers for another lingering kiss. Then she released him and returned to the desk for her bag. Snape had finished with his coat now and glanced up at the clock. He said something to Hermione, who shrugged and laughed. Snape replied as he moved behind his desk and suddenly Hermione became serious once more.
Sliding her bag back over her shoulder, she spoke intently for a few minutes to Snape, then turned and headed for the door, not looking back as she left. Leaning down as Hermione closed the office door, Snape opened a drawer in his desk and pulled out something that Draco couldn’t see. He closed the drawer as he stood. His wand had appeared in his hand again and waving it, he doused the lights. He crossed over to the laboratory and looked around for a few seconds before turning off the lights in there, too, then closed the open door. Turning to open the door to his private quarters, he stepped through without bothering to look back, shutting it behind him.
Draco slipped out from behind the chair and out of the door almost as soon as Snape disappeared into his private quarters. He needed to get back to the Slytherin common room to find Pansy. Watching Granger and Snape had left him with a massive case of blue-balls that needed sorting urgently, and although he would have preferred Granger to be the one to service him Pansy would make an acceptable substitute under the circumstances. And she would be grateful for the attention, too. He was aware that he had rather ignored her since this thing with Granger had started and he couldn’t really afford to do that, at least not for the time being.
As he made his way down the corridor towards the Slytherin common room he thought about Granger and how incredibly horny her arse had made him, especially when it was glowing red from Snape’s handprints. Draco had played that game a few times with Pansy and had always enjoyed it, more than Pansy had if he was honest. He supposed he ought to think himself lucky to have someone who was willing to do things she wasn’t keen on just to please him, but what he wanted was someone who wanted to do those things, someone like Granger . . . .
He wanted Granger!
He turned on his most attractive smile as he entered the common room and made his way over to where Crabbe and Goyle were sitting. He stopped to talk to them, glancing over at where Pansy was sitting with her group of friends. He knew she had been looking at him as he came in but she was currently pretending to ignore him. Not for long, though. She would soon be over if he gave her even the slightest bit of encouragement.
He looked away to talk and laugh with his friends some more, then looked back towards Pansy, finally deigning to catch her eye. The look he gave her was so intense it made her blush, so he turned it up a notch and made it clear that he wanted her company. After only a few seconds longer Pansy left her friends and came over to join him. Draco smiled. He knew his satisfaction was assured; Pansy was more than capable of giving him what he needed. But he was also well aware that it wouldn’t be Pansy’s face he would see during the night’s entertainment.
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