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The Bad Potion	By : Adarsyan Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 18399 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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            The day began like any other for the great witch Hermione Granger. The rest of the day, however, would prove quite different. Everything would change when Hermione reached her least favorite class of the day: potions. In years past, this class had been no more than a minor nuisance. But this year was different. This year, she sat next to none other than Draco Malfoy.

            As class was called to order, everyone took their seats, Hermione begrudgingly taking hers next to Malfoy. Professor Snape explained that today's lesson would be infatuation potions in the larger cauldrons. They were nothing too difficult. Hermione had done them many times before in her spare time, and quickly began working. A dash of wormwood, a few drops of essence of petrichor. The recipe required it to simmer for a few minutes, so Hermione seized the opportunity to wander about the room, checking on her friends and mainly getting as far away as possible from Malfoy.

            A minute or two after Hermione left her cauldron, Malfoy decided to put his plan into motion: to embarrass the mudblood by ruining her potion. The plan was simple enough. He would just add extra of everything the potion called for, causing the potion to become unstable. It would bubble and froth violently, drawing attention to the poor girl's “mistake”. Maybe she would fail, maybe she would have points taken away. It didn't really matter so long as Malfoy could show that the supposedly genius girl could be fallible.

            So, Malfoy kept watch for her out of the corner of his eye. Once Hermione was far enough away, he nonchalantly dumped his left over ingredients into her simmering potion, gave it a quick stir, and returned to his potion as if nothing had happened. Sure enough, Hermione's potion quickly turned a dark shade of purple and began to bubble up and over. A tight smile crept across Malfoy's face as he could see his plan coming to fruition. But before he could really enjoy it, the sound of footsteps jolted him. Hermione was coming back to check on her potion. Malfoy quickly returned his focus to his cauldron.

            Hermione peered over her potion. Something had changed, but she couldn't tell what. She leaned over the brim of the cauldron and watched as the potion bubble and boiled. Her mind frantically searched for a cause. It wasn't until the potion was at the climax of its turmoil that it finally dawned on Hermione. Her eyes widened as she shouted “Oh shi-”

BOOM!

            The potion exploded, throwing the volatile mix into the air over the cauldron. Students ducked left and right, trying to avoid the wake of the explosion. As the smoke cleared and the horrible noise ceased echoing about the room, everyone slowly began standing up to see the damage. The explosion was relatively contained, staying mostly straight above the cauldron. Unfortunately, that meant that the poor girl that happened to be leaning over the cauldron was completely covered in the foul brew, which had unfortunately congealed in the explosion. She sputtered a bit, trying to clear the spray from her mouth. Hermione reached up to wipe her eyes clean, and that's when the deep resounding voice echoed across the room.

            “Ms. Granger. Might I have a word?”



            The sound made Hermione tense up. She turned and slowly opened her eyes to see a very stern looking Professor Snape. He was attempting to brush off his robe, still dusty from having dived to the floor, as well as glare at the young witch with as much intensity as possible. Even if his gaze couldn't bore directly into the soul (although that was up for some debate among several students), he sure as hell was trying. “Ms. Granger, you have not only failed today's lesson, you have endangered your classmates and yourself. 100 points from Gryffindor. Please leave my classroom at once. Go to your dormitory and wash up. I advise against using any magic to clean yourself, as it may react poorly with the brew. I'm also giving you at least a week’s detention with me, to be extended at my discretion..” Hermione looked to him for some kind of sympathy and to protest the punishment. But Snape's piercing gaze shut her up instantly. Hermione simply hung her head and started making her way back to her Dorm.



            Malfoy smirked.

            Hermione slowly walked down the empty halls, praying that no one would find her. She tried to wipe herself clean, but there was simply too much. She hurried down the hall, rushing past the portrait of the fat lady, and bolted to the bathrooms. She quickly peeled off her sticky robes and stepped into the shower.

            Hermione spent the next half hour or so trying to wash all the stuff off. Getting it out of her hair was the absolute worst. But, it gave her some time to think and mull over the events of the previous class. She was sure she had gotten the recipe right. She measured everything exactly. It just didn't make sense. And Snape's punishment! How unfair! And the way he looked at her. And the way his gruff voice sounded as it echoed around the dungeon...

            Hermione snapped herself out of the daze. She went back to washing herself, but her mind kept drifting back to Snape. Something about him seemed different, better, almost sexier. Her mind wandered as she thought about things from his rugged looks to how she might try to get him to “look at her” more. The more Hermione tried to fight it, the more intense the thoughts became. When she finally managed to really clear her head, she looked down and noticed her hands had moved of their own accord.

            Hermione's left hand had begun to massage her smallish b-cup breasts, covering them in a thick layer of suds, while the right had actually snaked its way down to her sensitive mound. She pulled her hands away and looked at them.

            “Oh god,” she thought, “was I really doing that while thinking about Snape?”

            But as soon as the word “Snape” entered her mind, it was immediately followed by a flood of mental images, some decent, others less so. Hermione's hands got back to work, each one massaging one of her petit breasts. Between the warmth of the water, the gentle ministrations of her hands, and the naughty thoughts filling her head, she could feel herself getting rapidly turned on. Without thinking, her right hand started sliding its way down her torso to her warm crotch. Hermione's left stayed at her chest, rubbing and squeezing her tits, tweaking the stiff nipple.

            She could feel her pussy tensing up, feeling so empty. The thoughts of Snape's chiseled features and hidden sexiness only made her feel hotter. Even thought his dark robes concealed most of his body, somehow she knew that underneath it was the body of a titan. Muscular, but no intimidating, and endowed with a generous cock.

            Before long, the need grew too great. She needed something inside her. Now. And with that last desperate thought, she shoved her frantic fingers into her hot wet sex. She gasped at the intense feelings, slumping back against the cold wall of the shower. Hermione's breathing grew shallow and her face grew hot and flushed. Her fingers flew in and out of her pussy, desperately trying to bring the poor witch release. The sensations flooding her brain caused her to grow light headed as she continued to knead her breasts and finger herself, wild fantasies of enticing her potions teacher filling her lust riddled head.

            Moans began escaping Hermione's lips, growing louder with each passing moment. Orgasm grew closer and closer. Her hips began to buck involuntarily, trying to get her desperate fingers deeper inside her. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of sexual agony, climax came. Hermione's eyes slammed shut as she let out a piercing scream. “SEVERUS!” Hermione shouted as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. The moans slowly subsided, growing weaker and turning into satisfied whimpers. Her body went limp and slumped to the floor, still basking in the afterglow.

            Slowly, as Hermione's head began to clear, she slowly stood up, using the wall to help her balance. Her 'activity' had exhausted her completely, so she stumble her way to her bed, vaguely trying to keep a towel wrapped around her. Hermione realized on her slow trip that the cause of these feeling must be the tainted potion. But that wasn't important. Not anymore. As Hermione slowly crawled onto her bed, the only thing that she could think of was all the fun she would have in the upcoming weeks of detention.
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