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Punishment	By : AddictedArchangel Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 14626 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hey all, AA here. So this is my very first try at writing HP fan fiction! Don't be too hard on me now, I'm a newbie to the Potterverse (still only at book 5, but I have a feeling where it's going..). Since I don't know for sure what's gonna happen in the books, I have only my imagination to go on, and according to me, this story takes place at some time during the final year at Hogwarts. There are no spoilers in here, just some random evilness that escaped my brain :) Enjoy!

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Hermione woke with a start. Jerking her head up from the desk she dizzily looked around. The room was practically pitch black and completely silent. She had fallen asleep in the library, once again. Leaning back in the chair, she gave a deep sigh and rubbed her eyes. It had to be the middle of the night since everything was dark and silent. How long had she been here? The last thing she remembered was being deeply engrossed in Demorato – Spells and Charms of the 14^th Century, then everything was a blur.

She wasn’t completely new to falling asleep over books in the library, it just didn’t usually last this long. Normally she could gather her things and leave while the library was still open, but that ship had sailed.

Searching her pockets for her wand, she found it and waved it with her right hand. “Lumos.” The sudden light burned her eyes momentarily, but as it subsided she could gather her books and scrolls, pushing them randomly into her bookbag. She was anxious to get back to her dormitory and get some real sleep.

Padding over the floor of the library, Hermione looked around for any sign of life but found none. The large clock over the librarian’s desk told her that it was twenty past two and she sighed deeply once again. If she was lucky she might get a couple of hours of sleep before having to get up again and finishing the essay that Professor Snape had demanded from them that afternoon.

The door to the great library was not warded, thank goodness, so Hermione could easily mutter “alohomora” and exit without any trouble. Her only wish at the moment was that the stairs had not moved too much since she entered the library. It would be difficult to find her way in complete darkness, no matter how many times she had walked the same halls to and from her precious past-time.

Hermione’s steps made small echoing sounds on the stone flooring as she hurried along; her wand emitting the light she so desperately needed to find her way.

A soft whooshing sound came from behind her, causing her to stop short. Thinking it would be one of the ghosts or possibly the insufferable Peeves, she lowered her wand and listened. There was nothing but silence and darkness.

Before she could move a single inch, Hermione’s body froze at the sound of an all too familiar voice booming from behind her.

“Out and about in the middle of the night, Miss Granger?” The silky voice was not to be mistaken for someone who would let her be on her way.

Hermione spun around, the light of her wand landing on the face of the person startling her. The lanky black hair. The distinct, crooked nose. The towering, black frame. “Professor Snape!”

He stood before her, arms crossed over his chest and his lips pressed together in an annoyed grimace. “You best have a fantastic reason for wandering the halls this late at night.”

“I-I fell asleep in the library”, she blurted nervously. “I was just going back to the dorms.”

Snape inspected her from head to toe; his dark eyes narrowing. “Five points from Gryffindor, miss Granger.”

“What?” Hermione exclaimed, her jaw dropping. “I fell asleep, it’s not like I intended to break school rules. I’m simply returning to my quarters!”

“Ten points, Miss Granger.”

Hermione scowled at her teacher, but kept her mouth shut. Any more deductions from her house would only hurt her and her friends and bring Snape more perverted pleasure. Biting her lip, she forced herself to painful silence.

“Back to your dorm, Miss Granger. And don’t let me find you wandering the halls at night again.”

Without as much as a nod, Hermione turned on her heel and began to walk away. “Bastard”, she muttered under her breath through gritted teeth.

“Stop.”

The dark, silken voice sounded once more through the darkness, and Hermione halted instantly, closing her eyes in dismay. Oh no. He heard me.

Three slow, echoing steps behind her before silence fell again. Hermione waited for Snape to say something, but there was nothing but crushing silence. All she could hear was her own breath. Suddenly, Snape slid past her and swept down the hallway. The only word he uttered when passing her was “Come.”

Hermione had no choice but following.

In silence, they walked down the hallways, Hermione having to hurry her steps to keep up with her Potions Master. Slowly, it dawned on her that they were en route to Snape’s office. When they finally reached the massive wooden door she was slightly out of breath.

With mock courtesy, Snape waved his wand and opened the door and offered Hermione entrance. Hesitantly walking into the dull office, she silently took in its atmosphere. The room was adorned only by books on endless shelves and various questionable objects contained in glass jars and bottles. A desk in what appeared to be massive oak occupied the far end of the room, stacks of essays and other papers towering vicariously on all ends. It was clear that Snape had not had the energy to take on the first year students’ ghastly essays yet. There were no windows.

Hermione took a few steps into the room, taking it all in. She had never been called into Snape’s office before and was unsure what to expect. The only thing she had fully anticipated was the state of the room she had just entered. It mirrored her Potions Master’s demeanor perfectly; dark, barren and completely lacking any form of personality. There was nothing even close to resembling memorabilia or personal effects, nor were there anything living, plants or otherwise. Hardly surprising, seeing that Hermione never had pictured her professor keeping such thing. He was all business.

She was jerked out of her brief thought by the hard slam of the office door behind her. Jumping slightly, she drew a breath and straightened herself to face her professor. But Snape never came to face her. Hermione waited a few moments before frowning and casting a glance over her shoulder. Snape stood leaned against the door with an unnerving smirk on his otherwise stern face. A strand of black hair had fallen from behind his ear and tickled the side of his mouth. There was no motion in neither his face nor his body; nothing to betray what level of irritation and contempt he actually harbored.

Hermione turned around to meet her Potions Master’s dark glare. “Professor Snape?” she asked cautiously. Before she could add anything else, Snape pushed himself from the door without a word and slid past her; his cloak brushing against her legs.

Stopping by his desk, he rested his palms against the polished surface, facing away from Hermione. She could see his shoulders rise and fall with each deep breath he drew. Hermione didn’t know what she was supposed to do. She wasn’t used to these kinds of situations. Was she supposed to speak? To sit? Before she had time to ponder the issue, Snape finally spoke up and broke the thick silence.

“Have we not repeated this tiresome ritual enough, Miss Granger?” His voice sounded both tired and annoyed. “You blatantly disregard school rules and regulations, I scold you and we go our separate ways.”

Hermione frowned. “What was I supposed to do, spend the rest of the night in the library?” she spurted in a slightly too incredulous tone.

Snape balled his fists against the desk and then turned slowly to face her. There was nothing but darkness in his eyes. He rested against the edge of the wooden furniture but still looked like a lion ready to pounce. “What exactly, Miss Granger, makes you think gives you the right to use offensive language to a teacher? I should think derogatory name calling would be above you.”

It’s certainly not above you, Hermione thought bitterly, but stifled herself before blurting it out. “I do apologize, sir, I was out of line. It will not happen again.”

“I certainly hope so. I’d hate to see another fifty points being deducted from your beloved Gryffindor.” He was mocking her, a nasty smirk embellishing his thin lips.

“Fift…?!” Hermione began, shock on her face. “You can’t!”

Snape’s sinister smirk curled into a downright evil one. “Miss Granger, has it not dawned on yet you that I can do anything I want?”

Hermione bit down hard on her lip, nearly drawing blood. Had she not been the controlled being that she was, no doubt would she have leapt across the floor to manually strangle her professor. Ah, wishful thinking.

He must have seen the burning hatred and anger in her eyes, for he once again pressed his lips together in a hard grimace. “Insolence, Miss Granger”, he growled at the back of his throat, “is not a trait I appreciate in my pupil.”

Before she could brace herself, Hermione snapped: “Yet you are so talented at invoking it on us!” Instantly, she knew she had crossed a final line and with a small gasp, she closed her mouth, biting both her lips. Her heart began to pound harder as she watched Snape’s eyes narrowing.

“Am I really, now.” There was nothing in his voice to give away any anger. He almost sounded slightly amused. As he rose from the desk and misted over the floor, Hermione couldn’t make out a single step. It seemed as if the Potions Master simply floated across the jagged granite. He stopped only a foot or two away from her. Hermione could feel the hairs at the back of her neck began to stand up as Snape closed in on her.

Standing perfectly still before her, Snape’s eyes seemed to bore straight through her. She could practically see the wheels in his head turning. Her entire being told her to back away; to lower her eyes, but she couldn’t. There was something in his look that forbade her, almost challenging her to make the next move. Something inside Hermione told her she was no longer safe, nor did she have any kind of upper hand.

“You really are an insufferable little know-it-all”, he rumbled as he crossed his arms across his chest. Defiantly, she followed his movement and did the same. A smirk once more came over the Potions Master’s face. “I do believe it’s time.” Turning away from her, he swept past the desk up to one of the bookcases where he lingered, still keeping a close eye on her.

Hermione frowned. “Time for what?” she asked, pressing her arms harder against her chest, suddenly feeling the need to protect herself.

Snape slid his hand inside his robes and pulled out his wand. “Time for Miss Granger to learn a well needed lesson.” After making a subtle wave of the wand and whispering a spell, he gave her an unsettling smirk, and aimed the wand directly at her. “Accio wand.” Her wand was yanked from inside her cloak and flew into Snape’s hand. “Thank you.” Gracefully, he placed both wands on top of the bookcase, well out of Hermione’s reach. “No spells of charms will be needed at the moment.”

Hermione’s heart was beating harder than before and a very strong feeling of immense danger rushed through her. She needed to get away, fast. Slowly backing towards the door, she kept her eyes on her teacher. As she reached out towards the handle behind her back, Snape snorted. “Do you really think the door is open, Miss Granger?”

Of course it wouldn’t be.

Snape began moving at a menacingly slow pace across the floor towards her. “Had there not been such a vast array of rules and regulations for use of magic at this school, and had it been solely up to me”, he purred ominously, “there would be several spells and charms that would work wonders on such little brats like yourself. And I would not hesitate to use any of them.”

He smirked once again.

“It would be a true blessing to cast Imperio on every single one of the mindless little twats attending this school. Especially you, Miss Granger.”

Hermione found no words. Her lips moved, but no sound came out. Trying to back away further from the Potions Master, she had reached the end of the road as her back had hit the massive wood of the door.

“But as there are certain limits to what a teacher may do to their students, I am forced to endure endless days of juvenile droning and disregard both for the set rules, and myself as a professor.” He was only a few steps away.

“I’m sure you can imagine what it is like, Miss Granger. Having to brace myself day in and day out without end. I am eternally sick of it.” Snape was so close to Hermione now that she could feel his scent waft up her nostrils. Strong, musky…almost feral.

“It is only natural for a man to give in once in a while.” He stood only inches away from her, towering over her slender frame in a most menacing way.

Hermione pressed herself against the door, desperate not to let any part of herself touch Snape. “Wha… What are you saying?” she stuttered incredulously while her brain was racing a mile a minute trying to find a way out of this situation. Sweat began building on her forehead, and her breath quickened.

“I’m saying, Miss Granger”, Snape purred, “if you do as I say, this will be much easier on both of us. Well, on you, at least. I always did enjoy a good struggle.”

Hermione simply stared at his, not wanting to believe what she was hearing.

“Take off your cloak.” It was barely a whisper, but to Hermione it sounded like a scream in her ears.

“I…you…NO!”

Snape frowned, almost as if amused. “I shall tell you again. But I would recommend you not making me repeat myself a third time. It would be…uncomfortable.” The sly smirk reappeared on his pale lips.

Hermione opened her mouth, then closed it, then opened it again, not a single word escaping her lips. Her blood was racing through her veins and pounding in her ears. An unnatural mix of emotions flooded her entire being; fear and panic blended with a feeling of…arousal. Still, she didn’t move.

Snape closed the distance between them with a quick movement and was now pressed up against her, pinning her to the wooden door. “Insubordinate little brat…” he muttered, lifting his hands to the neckline of her cloak. With a sharp yank, he ripped the hem of the garment, making it fall open and onto the floor.

She shrieked, trying to grab the discarded robe before it left her body, but two strong hands grabbed her wrists before she could. Snape’s hands were adamant as he forced her arms up over her head. She squirmed under the weight of his body, trying desperately to free her legs. But to no avail. In this position, she was trapped with no means of escape.

Breathing heavily, she caught his eyes. They were darker than ever. “I’ll scream”, she said, trying to sound defiant, but as the words were just nearly a whisper she simply ended up sounding pathetic.

Snape grinned towards her. “Scream if you wish, Miss Granger. There will be no one to hear you. You are all mine, for now.”

The words sent a shiver down Hermione’s spine. There was no escape. But that didn’t mean she would go down without a fight.

Holding Hermione in place by the wrists with one hand, the Potions Master lifted his free hand to her face. Running a slender finger down her cheek, he lowered his eyes and gazed at her lips. “Go ahead then”, he mumbled. “Scream. I’d love to hear it.”

But Hermione didn’t scream. Instead she jerked her head to the side and before Snape could react, she had sunk her teeth into his hand. Biting down for dear life, Hermione only let go as she felt the grip on her wrist release and heard a bitter yell of pain from her professor. With all the strength she could muster, she pushed Snape off her and landed a well-aimed punch in his stomach. As the man doubled over, she made a run for the bookshelf where her wand had been hidden. It was her only chance.

She made it only a few steps before strong arms caught her from behind, yanking her backwards against a rock hard frame. Fighting for her freedom, Hermione screamed as loud as her lungs allowed and thrashed wildly in Snape’s iron grip. She was momentarily released but swiftly spun around to face her assailant.

Before she could react, a hard slap hit her cheek and she was sent reeling backwards onto the floor. Her head was spinning from the impact and stars flew before her eyes.

Snape towered over her, looking down on the crumpled heap on the floor. A few drops of blood trickled down his hand. The look on his face was one of pure anger. “Stupid girl”, he muttered between gritted teeth. Resolutely, he began pulling off his thick cloak, throwing it over a chair.

Hermione felt tears pricking behind her eyes as she raised herself onto her elbows. “I’m sorry”, she whispered shakily. “I’m sorry. Please don’t hurt me…”

“You had a choice”, he rumbled as stepped closer. “You chose this. It could have been easy.”

“No…” she whispered, trying to crawl away backwards. Two hands caught her ankles and pulled her back. Suddenly, he was over her, straddling her thighs. She could feel his weight on her slender, aching body, and as he bent down to grab her wrists once again, she could very clearly feel his arousal dig into her pelvis.

Snape pinned her arms over her head once again, but this time he had no intention of touching her face. Instead he reached down towards her woolen skirt and yanked it up to her waist, exposing a pair of white cotton panties hugging slim hips.

Hermione closed her eyes. There was no use in trying to escape any longer. It would only hurt more if she did. With resignation, she let her body go lax under her teacher’s weight. One tear rolled down her cheek.

Snape ceased his movements and watched her for a moment. “Giving up so soon, Miss Granger? I had expected more of a fight from you.”

Trying to keep her voice as steady as possible, and with as much defiance she could find, she responded. “I won’t give you the satisfaction.”

“Oh, Miss Granger, but you will. You will give me all the satisfaction I require.” And with a sharp yank, he tore the thin garment from her body, ripping it in two.

A gasp escaped Hermione’s lips as she was blatantly exposed to the man atop her. She had never been more scared in her life, and yet – something else was growing inside her; something that shouldn’t be there. She began to feel a small tingle between her legs. Being exposed like this…and the adrenaline from the fight…it was all so wrong.

Snape glanced down at her legs and the warm junction between them. It had been a long time since he had felt a woman surround him. He would never admit it to anyone, but the girl beneath him was one of the most attractive creatures he had ever come across. This was the only way he could have her, and he had been waiting for so very, very long…

He let his eyes glide over her body; saw it shivering under his hands. Her lips were slightly open and her breath came in short bursts. Slowly, he ran his free hand over the flat of her stomach and down towards her legs. As he forced her legs to open for him, she gave a choked cry and tried to close them, but he had already settled between them.

When she first felt his fingers running over her womanhood it was like a jolt of electricity shot through her. She gasped and tensed instantly, screwing her eyes shot.

“Why Miss Granger”, Snape said with an amused tone. “I do believe you are enjoying yourself as well.”

Hermione felt his hand disappear and heard a rustling below. When his hand returned, it settled firmly on her hip, holding her in place.

He was inside her with a single thrust.

The scream escaping her lips was not so much one of pain as it was one of surprise. The sensation was extraordinary. She wanted to hate it, to loathe every second and to push him off her, but she couldn’t. It was like nothing she had ever felt before; good or bad, she couldn’t tell. Warmth spread inside her, making her cheeks flush with a rosy red.

Snape stilled momentarily when he had buried himself to the hilt in her warm inside. He had to pause to be able to take a breath. It was sensational. After a few moments he began to move, with firm, hard thrusts into her helpless body.

Hermione writhed beneath him. Her brain said ‘fight him!’ but her body insisted she stayed just where she was. Every thrust he gave her sent an even harder surge of heat through her insides. Small moans and yelps began falling from her lips as she unconsciously lifted her hips to meet his thrusts.

The first time Snape felt her hips buck up he thought he had imagined it. But when he felt it again, a wave of red heat built up inside him. She was enjoying it. Hearing the small whimpers and moans emanating from the young woman beneath him, made him growl and intensify his thrusts. His grip on her wrists hardened as he watched her facial expression.

Her lips were parted and her breath was strained. Snape licked his lips. What he wouldn’t give to kiss her. Shaking his head, he shifted his focus back to the warm, welcoming wetness surrounding him. Quickening his thrusts, the grip on Hermione’s hip turned nearly bruising as he grinded against her. He felt the tell-tale warm surge spreading in his groin and with an almost primal growl, he exploded inside her.

Hermione gasped as she heard Snape groan atop her. It was a sound she would never been able to imagine coming from someone like him. Hardly noticing that he had let go of her wrists, she stayed in the same position to catch her breath until she heard his voice once again.

“Please compose yourself, Miss Granger.”

As she opened her eyes, he was standing above her again, fully clothed and not a hair out of place. She quickly lowered her arms and pulled the tousled skirt down over her exposed legs. Sitting up, she was hit in the face by something black and billowing. It was her robe. She dressed quickly and tried to straighten her hair out as she rose on shaking legs.

Snape stood by the bookshelf where the wands had been placed, holding both in his hand but not facing her. “I trust there will be no mentioning of this little ménage at breakfast?”

Hermione shook her head while touching her lip. It had split from the impact of Snape’s backhand.

Snape turned swiftly, catching her wet eyes. “I didn’t hear you.”

“No, sir”, she whispered, holding her robe shut with both hands.

He walked up to her, reaching out her wand for her to take. As she took it, Snape caught her bruised wrist and pulled her close. “Keep this in mind, Miss Granger”, he said ominously, “that this was a punishment. This will happen again should you choose to ignore school rules. And,” he added with a twisted grin, “it also applies on your pathetic friends.”

Hermione frowned incredulously.

“If they break the rules…you are the one who will be punished. Perhaps this will be an adequate lesson in basic obedience.” He let go of her wrist. “Leave.”

Waving his wand, the ward was lifted and the door slid open. Hermione hurried out the door and it slammed behind her.

Snape smiled evilly at the closed door.

This could become a most interesting year.
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