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The Wager	By : Dazzlious Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 16453 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N: Thank you to my beta, Mamacita, as always. Okay, so this is completely AU and totally OOC but I make absolutely no apologies, sometimes you just have to let the porn out. If you don’t like it don’t read it, it's as simple as that. A total smut-fest and possibly pretty squicky in places — this is a completely different Hermione than the one we’re used to. She’s confident, VERY sexually aware, and has absolutely no qualms about using it to get what she wants — with everyone in the school. Oh, and she’s got a real thing for Snape! I hope you enjoy Dx

Hermione was feeling incredibly pissed off.
She had spent the best part of a month trying to get the Potions Master, Severus Snape, into bed and had failed miserably. Apart from asking him outright (which wasn’t allowed under the rules), she could think of no other way to attract his attention. She wasn’t sure which was worse — the sexual frustration, which was immense, or the fact that she stood to lose a fortune she hadn’t got. There had to be a way to get to the snarky Potions Master . . . but what?
Hermione was a popular girl and had never had any trouble getting laid. Ever since her first encounter with Viktor Krum back in her fourth year at Hogwarts, she had enjoyed having sex and she had yet to find anything sexual she didn’t enjoy to some extent. She wasn’t into any of the weirder fetishes like scat or water sports, but light bondage and games were as fun for her as the missionary position.
‘What do I look like down there?’ she asked curiously.
Hazel, the beautician, smiled. She was asked this question a lot.
‘Haven’t you ever looked at yourself in a mirror?’ she asked in the soft lilt of her Highlands accent, as she pulled off the wax strip she had previously applied.
Hermione gave a small gasp of pain. ‘Yes. But I only know what I look like. I mean, you’ve seen loads. Do you think mine’s the same as everyone else’s?’
Hazel laughed, then pulled off the next strip of wax. Hermione whimpered.
‘They’re all different, Hermione. Everything’s normal.’
‘But do you think it looks attractive . . . to a bloke, I mean?’
Another strip went and Hermione bit her lip.
‘I think men who like that sort of thing aren’t really judging a beauty parade. They just want to get inside it any way they can.’ Hazel let out a deep, filthy laugh, then pulled off another strip. ‘Almost finished, babe, and you’ll be good to go.’
Hermione gingerly got up from the table. Her mound stung like hell from the waxing, but it was worth the pain; she never managed to get skin that soft when shaving. She bent down and picked up her handbag and reached inside to find money for the beautician.
‘You got man problems then?’ Hazel asked intuitively.
Hermione sighed. ‘Yes. There’s this guy I fancy at school, but he’s just not interested. I’m sure he’s not gay, but nothing I’ve tried works.’
‘Maybe he just doesn’t fancy you, babe. It happens to even the best of us.’ Hazel smiled sympathetically.
‘Hmmm. I don’t know. See, sometimes I get the feeling he watches me when I’m not looking, do you know what I mean?’
Hazel smiled. ‘Maybe he’s just shy. Are you sure your boy isn’t a virgin?’
Hermione looked surprised. Surely not? She had never considered that Professor Snape might not have shagged before. She smiled wickedly. How incredibly awesome would it be to teach him what to do, to teach him how to please her exactly as she liked to be fucked best?
‘Are you considering that’s a possibility, then?’ Hazel asked with a smile, watching Hermione’s face carefully.
‘Well, it’s better than thinking he just doesn’t fancy me,’ Hermione replied honestly.
‘True, although you never said who he was. I’m assuming it isn’t a teacher, Hermione?’
‘Would it matter?’
‘Well, it might. You know some teachers might be interested but would never do it, however hard you push. Their code of conduct is too strong for them to let themselves go, at least with a student. And at least one of the teachers up there likes to play games.’
‘Who likes the games?’ Hermione asked interestedly. She knew Madam Hooch did. She had never looked at her the same way again after the teacher had joined her in the school showers after flying practice one day. And Hagrid was always fun, but she couldn’t think of any others, although she obviously hadn’t fucked all of them.
Hazel tapped her finger against her nose. ‘I’m not telling you, Missy. I know what you’re like. You’d be going to find them to see if they want to play. But one you do need to watch out for is the one that scowls. He’s got a whole different game going on, one you definitely don’t want to get involved in.’
She gave Hermione her change and a wry little smile.
‘Don’t you worry, girl. I know you. If you want that fella bad enough, you’ll find a way to get him.’

‘I like you when you’re freshly waxed,’ Draco said as he ran his tongue down Hermione’s tight pink slit. She gave a moan of pleasure and shuddered.
‘And I like it when you do that. Don’t stop!’
Draco laughed and pushed her legs wider, burying his face in her vulva. ‘Mmmm, you taste so good, love. Why do I have to share you? Don’t you want to be my girlfriend? Then we can fuck each other senseless every night.’ His tongue wriggled more.
Hermione squealed. When she had recovered a little she said, ‘Don’t be stupid. I’m not even supposed to talk to you, Draco. You’re a bloody Slytherin, I’m a Gryffindor, remember. And that’s without going anywhere near blood status or the little matter of you and my best friends being arch enemies!’
‘But you’re the best fuck I’ve ever had,’ Draco admitted. ‘I don’t care what my father says about Mudbloods; I bet he’d change his mind if he got to fuck you. Anyway, don’t pretend you don’t like Slytherins. I know you’ve been sucking Blaise’s cock every chance you get.’
Hermione laughed wickedly and winked at Draco. ‘You Slytherins are my dirty little secret, Draco. I know I shouldn’t touch you, but I can’t keep away.’ She reached out and grabbed his impressive cock. ‘Especially when you’ve got such big snakes. Now stop talking and make me come.’
‘Anything you say, lover,’ Draco replied wrapping her legs around his neck as he buried his face in her slit once more.

. . .

‘You do know the whole Slytherin Quidditch team wants to fuck you, don’t you?’ Draco asked as they lay in each other’s arms, relaxing after an extremely vigorous and fulfilling bout of sex. Hermione’s body was tingling pleasantly from the exercise and the size of Draco’s cock.
‘Are they all as big as you are?’
Draco shook his head. ‘Hardly, although I don’t think you’d be too disappointed. I’m sure they could all make you come.’
‘Hmmm. Well, I might have to consider it,’ Hermione replied jokingly. ‘Although I’d definitely need to keep that a secret, wouldn’t I?’ She grinned.
‘How about a small wager?’ Draco suggested seductively.
‘Oh no, Draco. No more wagers. I’m in danger of going bankrupt over the last one,’ Hermione groaned.
Draco laughed. ‘You still trying for Snape? Got to give you ten out of ten for perseverance, Hermione.’
‘I really do want to fuck him. It’s got nothing to do with the wager.’
‘No, of course not.’ Draco looked sceptical. ‘I mean, Snape has beautiful, sexy women throwing themselves at him every day, doesn’t he?’
‘Perhaps he does. Perhaps that’s why he doesn’t want me,’ Hermione said unhappily.
‘Well, if it’s any consolation, I think he’s fucking mad. If I were him I’d have you tied to my bed constantly. I’d never get to class.’ Draco laughed loudly.
‘Mmmmm, I really like the idea of being tied to Snape’s bed,’ Hermione said wickedly. ‘I wonder if I can find a way into his rooms.’
‘Not a chance. You’re not a Slytherin, so you wouldn’t get anywhere near. Mind you, even the girls from his own House can’t get in there. Pansy’s older sister tried it a few years ago and he gave her detention for three weeks with Filch.’
Hermione shuddered. Filch was probably the one person in the whole school she wouldn’t even consider touching, and she had heard rumours about his detentions with the older students.
‘Surely Snape’s got to notice me eventually,’ she said dejectedly.
‘You don’t think he’s noticed you? He has, and you’re getting right under his skin. His temper after having you in his lesson is amazing to watch. I thought he was going to hex one of the first years on Tuesday. What the fuck did you do to him?’
Hermione laughed. ‘Hardly anything, really. I went into class commando, pulled my skirt right up under the desk, then sat with my legs open. I know he got a good view of my pussy because he kept looking at it. Actually, he spent almost the whole lesson behind his desk leaning back in his seat.’
‘I’m not surprised. So would I have done . . . no, actually I’d have sent you to my office and given you a good seeing-to over the desk while everyone else was working on their potions.’
‘Well, he wasn’t impressed. I packed up last just in case he wanted to ask me anything, and he did come over. I was really excited actually, but he just suggested that I might want to get some underwear for the winter as the dungeons can be very cold then.’ Hermione sounded disgruntled.
Draco chuckled loudly. ‘You really are getting to him. He’d never have said that to anyone else, he’d have just given them detention with Filch. You know, I really do think he fancies you.’
‘If that’s true, I wish he’d just give me something. I’m going mad with desire for him. It’s making me so horny!’
‘Which is good for the rest of us,’ Draco pointed out. ‘You horny means great sex — if only I could just get you to spend a bit more time with me.’
‘I spend more than enough time with you already, Draco, and me being horny does nothing to get me closer to Snape — it just makes me frustrated!’
‘So, if you’re frustrated you should be right up for playing with the Slytherin Quidditch team, then,’ Draco said slyly.
Hermione laughed and rolled her eyes. ‘Go on, then, what’s the wager?’
‘If Slytherin beat Gryffindor at Quidditch you’ll come and party with us . . . and I do mean party.’
‘And if Gryffindor beat Slytherin?’
‘Then I’ll find you a way into Snape’s bedroom.’
Hermione thought about it for less than a second. ‘Done,’ she said and held out her hand to shake Draco’s.

Hermione knocked on the door of Hagrid’s hut. There was no answer, but Fang barked. She tried the door and went inside, squealing with laughter as the huge boarhound jumped on her. She was bored because Harry and Ron were busy with Quidditch practice again and she didn’t want to waste her time watching them.
She had told her friends that it was vital that Gryffindor win the upcoming match with Slytherin but, of course, hadn’t explained why. She wasn’t entirely sure that getting Draco’s help with Snape wouldn’t count as cheating, even though it wouldn’t be propositioning the teacher. And yet still, she was frustrated. Snape was driving her mad. Every time she saw him desire flared through her body like a raging fire, yet she was no closer to getting anywhere near his bed.
Hermione sat on Hagrid’s large seat, closely followed by Fang who was overjoyed at human contact. She looked appraisingly at the dog. Fang was a big dog, and big dogs had big . . . .
‘’Ermione!’ Hagrid’s loud voice made her jump, blowing away her thoughts. ‘Thinking of playing with Fang, were yer?’ he asked, amused. Hermione shook her head. She wasn’t actually sure what she was thinking. ‘Well, yer welcome to if you want, but I don’t think ’e’s what you’re really after.’
Hermione laughed. ‘No, I don’t think so, either.’
‘Tea?’ Hagrid asked as he held up a teacup in his large fingers.
‘That would be lovely, Hagrid, thank you.’
‘’Arry and Ron playin’ Quidditch?’ Hagrid asked as he placed the cup on the table and poured a stream of tea from a huge teapot into it. Hermione picked it up.
‘Yes, as usual. There’s only so much Quidditch I can take,’ Hermione said, sounding bored.
‘Wha’ about Quidditch teams?’ Hagrid asked.
‘What?’ Hermione’s voice was sharper than she had intended.
‘I ’ear the upcoming Slytherin/Gryffindor game’s an importan’ one for you.’
‘Really? What else did you hear?’
‘Oh, no details, jus’ that you have a big bet ridin’ on Gryffindor.’
‘Oh. If you know, I guess everyone else in the school knows, too.’ Hermione looked upset.
‘If you mean Professor Snape, then yes, he knows sommat’s going on with his team.’
Hermione sighed again. ‘Great!’
‘Still playing ’ard to get, is ‘e?’ Hagrid asked jovially.
‘Yes, and it’s driving me bloody mad, Hagrid. I’m horny as fuck constantly and every time I see him I get the urge to grab him and jump on him. It’s a complete nightmare.’
She moved to sit on Hagrid’s lap and her hand brushed over his enormous cock, finding and freeing it.
‘You do know ’e’s playing with you, ‘Ermione?’
‘Well, I wish he would stop playing and get on with fucking me.’
Hagrid laughed. ‘Impatient girl. Sometimes the chase is the good bit.’ He groaned. Hermione had just slid her mouth over the end of his huge length and was sucking hard. ‘Oh, tha’s good, ’Ermione. Oh yes, jus’ like that.’
Hermione moved slightly to take his cock a little deeper. She gave a small moan, too. Hagrid’s hand had slid between her legs, his large fingers finding and playing with her wet slit.
‘You like tha’, don’ you?’ he asked as his finger, as large as a small cock, slid inside her.
She bucked her hips against him and sucked him harder in response. Up and down she slid on Hagrid’s finger, riding him hard, enjoying the feeling of him filling her. One day she was definitely going to fuck him, just as soon as she worked out the logistics of how to get that huge thing inside her.
Hagrid was moaning loudly now as he came closer to coming. Hermione moved to take just the tip once more. She knew from experience that he could choke her with his come if she wasn’t careful.
As she continued to ride his finger, feeling her own orgasm build, she helped Hagrid with his, swallowing hard as his come gushed into her mouth. A few minutes later she was laying on her back as his tongue lapped at her sex, licking up the moisture his fingers had created, crying out as her own orgasm hit.

‘Are you ready for the game?’ Draco asked, smiling.
‘Of course. Actually, I’m in a win-win situation, aren’t I?’ Hermione winked. ‘Although I still want Gryffindor to win, obviously.’
She watched as the rest of the Slytherin team walked towards the pitch, every one of the big men eyeing her up as they passed. Draco leant in closer.
‘Kiss for luck?’ he asked hopefully.
‘What, out here in front of the whole school? I don’t think so, Draco.’
He pecked her cheek quickly anyway, then ran off to join the rest of his team.
A moment later the Gryffindor team emerged. Hermione ran over to join Harry and Ron as they walked towards the pitch.
‘Win for me, please,’ she said quietly.
‘Why? What do you get if we do?’ Harry asked, grinning.
‘I want to know what she’s got to do if she loses,’ Ron said.
‘I’ll tell you after the game. Just get out there and win.’ She gave each boy a hug, then went to find her seat in the Gryffindor stand.
Frustration flared almost immediately. Professor Snape was in his usual seat in the Slytherin stand, looking directly at her. He gave her the once-over, then turned to talk to his companion, Lucius Malfoy. A moment later Lucius, too, looked over at Hermione, and she felt herself going red under his intense scrutiny. Lucius Malfoy, despite being thoroughly evil, was a gorgeous-looking man.
She turned to talk to Neville, trying to block out the gaze of the men opposite while at the same time wondering desperately what the Potions Master had said about her. Had he had a laugh with Lucius? Was she a joke to him? Had he told the man about her attempts to seduce him? Did he know about the wager?
Hermione was so worried about their conversation that she hadn’t kept track of what was happening in the game. She waited for Luna to make her announcement; the usual dreamy discussion about clouds and things rather than the actual game itself, but did finally manage to discern that the score was 40-10 to Slytherin. She almost chuckled. It was amazing what boys would do for a shag.
She thought back to the burly frames of the team members. She had a feeling she was in for a rough night if Slytherin won, but it was worth the bet in case that elusive access to the Potions Master’s bedroom became available. She no longer wanted to watch the game. She wanted to be away from this place where Snape and Malfoy Senior could watch her all too easily.

‘So come on, Hermione, spill — what the fuck were you offering the Slytherin team? I’ve never seen them play so well,’ Harry said as he, Ron and Hermione walked back up toward the castle.
‘Do you mean you don’t know?’ Hermione asked, looking genuinely surprised.
‘Something to do with sex, I’m guessing,’ Ron said coldly, ‘as Goyle said something about shagging my girlfriend.’
‘Yes, it is sex. So thanks, guys, for losing.’
‘You’re not really going to shag Goyle?’ Ron asked in disgust.
‘Yes, Ronald, I really am . . . and the rest of the team.’ Hermione looked a little upset.
‘What? What the hell did you agree to that for?’ Ron asked in horror. Harry just looked at her.
‘Because I expected Gryffindor to win, you idiot. You usually do.’
‘What would you have won?’ Harry asked shrewdly. ‘It must have been something good.’
‘Malfoy was going to get me access to Professor Snape’s bedroom.’
‘That’s cheating,’ Ron retorted.
‘Bollocks is it — that’s initiative,’ Hermione insisted. ‘Anyway, it isn’t breaking any of the rules. It’s not like I’d be asking him outright, I’d just be waiting for him when he went to bed.’
‘So now you get to fuck Malfoy and his mates instead.’
Hermione sighed. ‘Yep . . . still, at least it’ll keep me fit. I’d better go; I’m sure they’ll be looking for me. See you guys tomorrow.’
‘You reckon it’ll take all night?’ Ron asked.
‘At least,’ Hermione said grimly. ‘If I can walk in the morning it’ll be a bloody miracle. Have you seen the size of those guys?’ She sighed again. ‘The things I do for Severus Snape . . . and still, he doesn’t even notice me.’
‘Oh, I wouldn’t say that,’ Harry said, smiling wickedly. ‘He just pointed you out to Lucius Malfoy as they walked past.’
‘Oh, shit! Did he hear me?’ Hermione winced with embarrassment.
Ron laughed. ‘Which bit, the bit about you shagging his Quidditch team or the bit about you doing it to get into his bedroom?’
‘Either or both, or any of it — oh, shit!’ Hermione was completely flustered now.
‘I wonder what Malfoy would think about you shagging his son, and what all those other Death Eaters would think? Bet they’d all have heart attacks if they knew a Muggle-born was giving their precious Pure-blood sons a good seeing-to,’ Harry mused.
Hermione chuckled. She had almost forgotten that Ron and Harry didn’t know about her and Draco.
‘Hell, I hope they don’t find out or I might even surpass Harry on the death list. Either that or I’ll get a visit from them, too!’ She shuddered. ‘Right, once more unto the breach, dear friends,’ she added as she headed off to find Draco and the Slytherin Quidditch team.

Hermione was completely knackered. She lay in Draco’s arms, feigning sleep, although she knew that he knew she wasn’t really asleep.
‘Are you all right?’ he asked quietly.
‘I’ll live, as long as I don’t go anywhere near Crabbe and Goyle for the next few lifetimes.’ She curled around him. ‘Please keep them away from me, they’re a pair of animals.’
Draco laughed. ‘Sorry, love. They do get a bit over-excited sometimes.’
‘Over-excited! Do you know how rough they are? I mean, I’m all for a bit of rough stuff, you know that Draco, but they were painful.’
‘Did they hurt you?’ Draco was worried now.
‘Not seriously, although I’m pretty sure that was luck rather than anything else. And if I have a black eye tomorrow where Mulciber hit me I’m not going be very happy.’
‘I’m sure he didn’t mean to do it,’ Draco said uncomfortably.
‘No, of course not, Draco. Strange how it came just after he called me a Mudblood whore, though.’
Draco sighed. ‘This wasn’t my best idea ever. I didn’t realise quite how unrefined some of these oafs are. I’m sorry, love.’
‘Not your fault,’ Hermione said sounding contrite. ‘It serves me right for betting. I should know better by now. My luck isn’t very good . . . especially where bloody Severus Snape is concerned.’
‘Well, you’re definitely getting to him. He was talking to my father earlier and now he’s quite eager to meet you — and I don’t think that’s just for a chat.’
‘He’s already met me, Draco, remember? Flourish & Blotts in our second year and the Quidditch World Cup in our fourth.’ She didn’t mention her part in Lucius’ incarceration in Azkaban. ‘He hates me. He’s made that crystal clear on every occasion we’ve met.’
‘Maybe, but you underestimate my father’s interest in sex. And a beautiful young woman so clearly up for a shag is right up my father’s street, regardless of where you were born.’
‘Did you tell him we’ve fucked?’ Hermione asked. She gave a small moan as an unknown member of the team slid his hand between her legs, his fingers finding her somewhat sore and swollen vulva. She opened her legs to give the boy access and was rewarded with his tongue.
‘Well, he did ask,’ Draco said.
Hermione gave a small whimper as she moved against the boy licking her. ‘And what did you say?’
‘I didn’t say we had, but I didn’t say we hadn’t, either. After all, you are a Mudblood and I wasn’t sure how he would react. Then he asked if there was any chance I could get you to go to our next party. That’s when I knew he was definitely interested.’
Hermione moaned louder now as she neared climax. Draco’s fingers playing with her nipples added to the feeling and she bent to lick around his cock as she cried out, her body writhing with pleasure. The boy had moved between her legs now, the head of his cock pressing against her entrance, and he thrust into her as she cried out. Soon she had her legs wrapped around his back and was pulling him deeper inside her as she sucked Draco’s cock, thoroughly enjoying the taste of him.

. . .

‘So do you want to?’ Draco asked some time later.
‘Want to what?’ Hermione was confused.
‘Come to our party?’
Hermione laughed. ‘Do I get to fuck you and your dad at the same time?’
Draco smiled wickedly. ‘Would you like that?’
‘Hmmm. Well, that would be interesting, although I’d still rather fuck Snape. Will he be there? He’s obviously a friend of your father’s.’
Draco sighed. ‘Can’t stop the fixation with Snape even for one minute? Yes, he’ll be there. He usually comes to our parties. Perhaps my father can get you together.’
‘Sounds like I get your father whatever I do.’
‘Yes, that’s a done deal, I think.’
‘What about your mother?’
‘What about her?’
‘Well, what would she think of me turning up to fuck her men?’ Hermione asked laughingly.
‘Oh, she won’t care. She’s used to my father and his “friends”. Maybe she won’t even attend. She spends a lot of time in spas with her girlfriends these days.’
‘Well . . . I might come. It could be fun, I guess. Do you think everyone’s finished?’
Draco looked around. The Quidditch team were spread all over the room. Most of them were asleep.
‘Yes, I think so. I suppose you’re going to go back to Gryffindor tower now, are you?’
‘Why, do you have a better idea?’ Hermione smiled at the handsome boy.
‘I might. Do you trust me?’
‘No, not at all,’ she laughed as Draco looked hurt. ‘Why would I trust you, Draco? You’re one of my biggest enemies, remember?’
‘Because I’m in love with you,’ Draco told her.
Hermione shook her head. ‘No you’re not, you just like fucking me — but that’s not a bad thing. So what were you going to suggest?’
‘Somewhere we could spend the remainder of the night together, alone, without the rest of the team to interfere.’ Draco looked eager.
Hermione smiled. ‘That would be nice.’ She definitely liked the idea of leaving the rest of the team behind. A couple of them had been quite nice, but generally, they were a bunch of thugs and she would be glad to get away from them. ‘But where? And why do I need to trust you?’
It was Draco’s turn to smile now. ‘You can tell you’re not from Slytherin. We have all sorts of places for some quiet time. Don’t you have anything similar in Gryffindor?’
‘No, but then we’re a pretty boring bunch in Gryffindor — after all, none of us ever have sex.’ She grinned widely as Draco helped her to her feet and they began looking for their clothes.
‘You need to trust me because I’ll be taking you deep inside Slytherin territory,’ Draco said. ‘No, nowhere near Snape’s quarters,’ he added with a chuckle as he saw Hermione’s suddenly hopeful face. ‘But obviously, as a Gryffindor, you’ll be in serious shit if you get caught, so you need to trust that I’ll protect you — get you in and out safely.’
Hermione pulled him into a lingering kiss. ‘I do trust you, Draco,’ she whispered, smiling. ‘Now, take me to bed.’

Hermione crept down the corridor; she needed to get back to Gryffindor tower and into her own bed. It was early enough that no one was likely to be up but late enough that it was light and she didn’t need to use her wand to light her way, hopefully decreasing her chances of being caught. She turned the corridor. Only another two corridors and she would be home and safe.
She couldn't help but wince a little as she walked. Her night with the Quidditch team had left her tender. Draco was a considerate enough lover and had done his best to soothe her abraded skin, and she had very much enjoyed spending the night with him, but Crabbe and Goyle alone had been enough to leave her in pain.
Hermione had no trouble visualising the boys taking after their fathers as Death Eaters, raping and killing for pleasure. Certainly, they had been rough enough to call what they had done to her rape, even if she had given them permission. She shuddered. She just hoped she never had to go anywhere near those two ever again, especially both of them at the same time.
She turned the second to last corner and swore softly. Directly in front of her, blocking her path, was Argus Filch. She couldn’t retreat, he had already seen her, and she didn’t want to move forward. She dreaded what was coming. She stopped dead, trying to think of a plausible excuse for being out of bed.
‘Out a little early, aren’t we, Miss Granger?’ Filch asked, smiling nastily. His horrid cat, Mrs Norris, was twining itself around Hermione’s legs and purring evilly.
‘I couldn’t sleep and thought I’d take a walk in hopes it would make me feel tired,’ Hermione said blithely, not looking at the man. ‘And it’s worked. I really need to get back to bed.’
‘Are you sure you’re not just coming back from a long night out?’ Filch’s smile widened. ‘No matter. You’ve broken school rules by being out of bed after curfew. So for that, you get detention.’
Hermione sighed tiredly. Great, just what she hadn’t wanted. She had intended to spend the evening with Harry and Ron. It had been ages since the three of them had spent the evening alone together.
‘What time?’ she asked resignedly. Perhaps if she showed willingness he would make her detention a brief one.
‘No time like the present,’ Filch said with a sneer.
‘Now?’ she asked, unable to keep the dismayed tone from her voice. She was knackered and really wanted a couple of hours’ sleep before she had to get up for breakfast. She certainly wasn’t up to fighting off the disgusting caretaker.
‘Yes indeed, Miss Granger. Come on. Down to my office. Now!’
He led Hermione into his office, clearly pleased to have caught her. Hermione shivered. She had no idea what Filch’s detention would be, but she had heard the horror stories and had a feeling she wasn’t going to be doing lines or even cleaning at this time of the morning. He opened the door to his office and she stepped inside and looked at the desk overflowing with parchments and confiscated items and the filing cabinets around the walls stuffed full with yet more contraband, a lot of it from Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes. She stood by the desk and waited for his command.
Filch closed the door and locked it, and the sound of the key turning in the lock made Hermione’s stomach churn. He strode to the desk and cleared it with a sweep, indicating that Hermione should sit on it. She looked at him for a moment; then, very reluctantly, she did as he asked. Annoying Filch wasn’t going to help matters.
‘Had a busy night, Miss Granger?’ Filch asked gleefully as his hand found her leg and slowly ran up it until he reached the top of her thigh. His fingers reached out to rub at her swollen slit. ‘Very busy, by the feel of things.’
With a quick movement, he pulled up her skirt, revealing her bare mound, her knickers having been taken as a trophy by one of the team earlier.
‘Did they make you come hard?’ the man whispered.
Aghast as she was, Hermione couldn’t help watching as he touched her, jumping as his thumb found her sensitive clit and rubbed it rapidly. Fingers slid inside her, pushing hard into her sore wetness. She gasped.
‘Looks like they used you hard, girl,’ Filch crooned, his fingers still stroking. He pushed her back onto the table and spread her legs as his head dipped between her thighs.
Hermione closed her eyes as his tongue found her slit, the warm wetness soothing the throbbing flesh. Soon she was moaning with pleasure, her body moving against his mouth as his questing tongue slid inside her. Whatever the man looked like, he certainly knew what he was doing with his tongue. All those years of detentions had made him an expert.
Her hands gripped the sides of the desk as she felt her climax rising. Sweet Merlin, Filch was going to make her come! His hands slid under her blouse and were playing with her breasts as his tongue continued to lave her clit. His thin fingers twisted her hard nipples as she cried out, begging him to stop, whilst at the same time craving more. He chuckled richly when Hermione screamed as she came.
As she lay recovering, Filch undid his trousers, revealing a thick and very erect cock. He moved to stand by her face.
‘Suck it,’ he instructed.
Hermione looked at the man in surprise but soon did as he asked, her tongue licking around the wide shaft before she sucked it deep into her mouth. Filch grunted. She closed her eyes again. She could cope with doing anything as long as she didn’t have to see the man.
‘Stop, girl, or you’ll get a mouthful,’ Filch rasped. Hermione carried on sucking. She no longer cared; she just wanted to make him come so she could get this over and done with and could finally go to bed and get the sleep she so badly needed.
‘Stop!’ Filch ordered once more, this time more commandingly. Hermione opened her eyes and looked at him.
‘I don’t want to come there,’ he said gazing lecherously at her. ‘I’m coming there.’ He slid his fingers back into her wet slit.
Hermione sighed in resignation as she released his cock and moved towards the front of the desk to give Filch better access. She moaned as his hard length filled her, the wide shaft rubbing against her tender skin. A few hard thrusts later and he grunted with satisfaction as he came.
She was pleased that it was over, although if she was honest it hadn’t been anywhere near as bad as she had expected. Filch was a much better shag than she had suspected, although that shouldn’t really have been a surprise considering his reputation. If it hadn’t been for the Quidditch team earlier she would have been disappointed at him coming so quickly, and without giving her an orgasm in return. Well, if nothing else, at least she was no longer scared of detention with him.
‘I suggest you get yourself back to your dormitory and get some sleep, Miss Granger,’ Filch said as he pulled up his trousers. Hermione jumped down from the desk and pulled her skirt down, feeling his come running down her legs as she moved.
‘And don’t let me catch you out of bed again otherwise, the detention will be far longer.’
‘Yes, Mr Filch,’ Hermione replied meekly, although she was smiling as she said it.
He unlocked the door and she left quickly and rushed to get back to her bedroom.

‘Does Professor Snape talk to you, Remus?’
Lupin looked at Hermione curiously.
‘Only when he has to. You know that he and I have a history for which he hasn’t yet forgiven me.’
‘But he still makes the potion for you every month?’
Lupin sighed. ‘Yes. But after he got rid of me last time he didn’t expect me to be back as D.A.D.A. teacher again. That gives him something else to dislike me for.’ As his hand stroked down Hermione’s spine, she shivered with pleasure. ‘So it’s true that you’re after Severus, then, Hermione?’
Hermione nodded but looked worried. ‘Does everyone know?’
‘Well . . . there has been a bit of talk around the staff room.’
‘Does he know?’
Lupin laughed loudly. ‘When does Severus not know exactly what’s going on at Hogwarts? Especially something that involves him personally. I’d say his foul moods of late certainly indicate he is aware of your interest.’
Hermione sighed. ‘But he’s not interested in return. It’s driving me mad. Do you know how many people I’ve fucked in the last month? I’m permanently sexually frustrated and it’s all because of Severus bloody Snape!’
Lupin’s fingers traced patterns on her back, raising goose bumps on her bare skin.
‘Knowing Severus, he’s waiting to see how far you’ll go,’ Lupin said, his lips following his fingers down her back. His fingers ran down the crack of her bottom, then slid further down to find her warm, wet entrance. Hermione wriggled against him as she bent over the desk.
‘I don’t have anything else left to do . . . apart from jump on him. I’ve tried everything else I can think of. Mmmm, that feels good, Remus.’
‘Is this wager really so important to you, Hermione?’ Lupin asked seriously.
‘It’s not about the wager,’ she admitted. ‘I really don’t care about that any longer. I just need Professor Snape. I don’t know what it is about him, but getting him to fuck me is becoming the most important thing in my life.’
Lupin had undone his trousers and was rubbing the head of his cock against Hermione’s slit. ‘Are you sure you want to do this, Hermione?’
‘Yes, of course, Remus. Just because I’m lusting after Professor Snape doesn’t mean I don’t want you. You know I always enjoy what we do together.’
‘But I feel bad . . . always making you do it in this position.’
Hermione laughed. ‘That’s your werewolf side coming out. Don’t you know women like it doggy style? It goes deeper and feels more intense. Now stop talking and fuck me . . . please.’
Lupin grinned and pushed into Hermione, both of them moaning with excitement as they connected. Soon he was buried deep inside her, his lips finding the nape of her neck as he pushed into her, their cries growing as they moved closer towards climax. He slid his hand around to find her clit and rubbed it as he continued pumping into her. It wasn’t long before Hermione was coming, calling out her lover’s name as he filled her, each thrust causing a little whimper of pleasure.
‘You’re so beautiful, Hermione,’ Lupin whispered as he thrust hard, knowing he was close to coming himself.
He grabbed her breasts and squeezed the swinging orbs, pulling Hermione onto him as he came. For a long time afterwards, he held her, still buried inside her, just enjoying being with her. Eventually, Hermione moved to turn round. She put her arms around the teacher.
‘Mmmm, that was great, as always. Thank you, Remus.’ She pulled his face down and kissed him tenderly.
Lupin laughed. ‘I think I should be thanking you, Hermione. You’re always so kind to me.’
She kissed him again. ‘Oh, I think we help each other, don’t you? I mean, you’ve certainly helped me get rid of some of my frustration.’
‘Only some?’ Lupin was amused.
Hermione sighed and said unhappily, ‘Yes. There’s a huge part that never goes. That isn’t going to go until I’m finally in Professor Snape’s bed.’
‘You’re going for serious sex with him, then, not just a quick fuck?’
Hermione sighed again. ‘To be honest, Remus, right now I’d take anything I could get, but I have to admit that my fantasies are usually based around a bed . . . and a lot of time.’
‘He does fancy you, you know,’ Lupin said.
‘Does he? How can you tell? I don’t get that impression at all.’ Hermione sounded despondent.
‘He’s been even grumpier than usual, probably a sign that he’s as frustrated as you are. Haven’t you noticed he’s always looking at you, at meal times and whenever you’re walking across the Entrance Hall? The number of times I’ve seen him out of his dungeon outside of mealtimes this term is a sign in itself.’
‘Why won’t he do anything, then?’
Lupin shrugged. ‘I don’t know for sure. Either he’s playing games with you, seeing how far you’ll go, or he’s got the strictest moral code I’ve ever come across. I know he’s been winding you up because of the wager thing. You do know that you’re not the first girl to have taken a bet on getting him into bed, don’t you? And none of them ever got any further than you have.’
‘But did they all end up as frustrated as me? It started as a bet but it’s so much more than that now. If I could I’d stop the bet, if that’s the thing that’s getting in the way of him fucking me.’
Lupin laughed. ‘Oh dear, Hermione, you really do have it bad for our snarky Potions Master, don’t you? You know, if he ever decides to take you up on your offer I think he could be the luckiest guy in the world!’
Hermione smiled at the compliment and pulled Remus close for another kiss.
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