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Perverted Potions	By : BinxBolling Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 30733 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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The sound of snowfall could be heard from within Hermione’s room in her home away from wizarding home. Lying on her back and staring at the ceiling, she took a deep breath when she finally controlled her tears. She encompassed herself in her royal blue velvet comforter on her twin size bed. Telling herself to breathe:

Inhale.

Exhale.

Repeat.

Hermione stared out the window seeing only grey and a few floating white specks.

How is it that I have fallen so far, she thought to herself, why does it hurt so much?

A blurry vision of Snape on the floor seeped into her brain. His gaze, his heartless gaze seemed to burn her retinas. A fresh batch of tears welled up in Hermione’s eyes.

“Miserable bastard,” she hissed. “Not only did he break my heart, he – he fucking failed me!”

Oh yes, he failed her. Not in potions, but in Sex-Ed. Her last ‘class’ discouraged her from showing up, thinking perhaps he would cancel it. But sure enough, the bastard she knew Snape was, took that golden opportunity to flunk Gryffindor’s princess.

“Fuck it,” her tears had stopped and a wave of anger took her, “I am going to get him, leave him wanting until he cannot take it anymore and will have no other choice but to take me.”

She smiled deviously as a seduction plan blossomed in her pretty little head.

“Hermy, dear!” her mother shouted. Hermione woke from revenge-filled reverie.

“You better get going, if you want to make it to the Burrow in time!”

“Thanks, mum!” She jumped to her feet, mentally checking off her items as she hastily threw on her robes. She double checked if she had gotten all of her gifts, but stopped herself. That was the reason why she started crying in the first place; he was going to be there.

She took a deep breath, knowing she would have to get him a gift. It was essential to her plan. But what to get him? A certain red-head would be able to help her.

~

After arriving at the Burrow and the very loud, wholesome greeting from the Weasley family and Harry, Hermione bustled up to her room to put away her things. She jumped in surprise as she heard the door slam. Ginny stood before her with a slightly lopsided smile and concerned gaze.

“Oh, Ginny, you scared me!” Hermione sighed. She felt apprehensive under the younger girl’s scrutiny. “What? Is there a bogey?”

Hermione began to rub at her face vigorously, feeling the all too familiar sensation of hot prickling at her eyelids. Ginny rushed to her friend and embraced her.

“So, who is the stupid bloke that broke your heart?” Ginny casually asked.

“That obvious?” Hermione sniffed.

“Well, you locked yourself away before break. I never got the chance to talk to you. And if you don’t mind me saying, you look like you were trampled by a herd of hippogriffs when you first stepped in.”

“Your brash honesty is as refreshing as ever, Ginny,” Hermione half-giggled, half-sobbed.

“It’s because my brothers are idiots,” Ginny smiled. “Now, no side stepping, who is he and why was he an ass?”

Hermione hardly knew where to begin.

“Well, you may not believe it, but,” Hermione began to grimace, “Severus Snape.”

Ginny stared at Hermione for a solid minute. The girl furrowed her brow, nodded, then blurted, “Sorry?”

After a long, confusing hour, Hermione told the younger girl all of the gory details, right down to the strawberry mousse. Eventually, Hermione came to the conclusion that she was in love with Professor Snape. She snorted at her density when she finally realized it.

“It is kind of surprising, isn't it?” Hermione thought aloud, as she hugged her pillow. “At first, it was sex, sex, sex and the pain of being rejected. But, this pain has grown into something new and unexpected. I want him, all of him.”

Ginny took it all in stride and never questioned her friend’s love for the Professor. The heart knows what it desires.

“So,” Ginny started, “What’s the plan?”

Hermione smiled widely; thoroughly enjoyed the red-head would help her in her plight for the dour man’s heart.

A haze of vibrant red and bouncing chestnut curls bounded past the kitchen to the front door.

"Mum!" Ginny cried. "Hermione and I are going out to lunch, we'll be back later!"

Molly Weasley looked up from her many dishes in time to see the door slam shut.

"Really," the mother sighed, "When those two want to be somewhere, they'll never give you a chance to answer."

"Did you say something, dear?" her husband asked.

"Oh, read your paper,” the red-headed Matriarch replied.

“Yes, dear.” The man smirked.

Hermione dutifully followed Ginny to their destination after picking up a quick bite to eat. Ginny never disappoints.

"Here we are, the Crock Pot," Ginny smiled.

Hermione looked the building over and felt apprehensive of its, well, normalcy.

"You are sure this is the right place?" Hermione asked skeptically.

"Very sure, Hermione. Come on!"

The door jingled as the two girls walked in, taking in the wares. Pots. Everywhere there were... pots.

"Hello, girls, what can I help you with today?" the shop owner queried.

He looked like he was in thirties, had curly blonde hair, and cloudy blue eyes. His rounded face looked so much like a cherub, you could not help but trust him.

"Well," the younger witch started, "My pot, you see, it's really dirty."

Hermione looked at Ginny warily. The younger girl basically purred to him.

"Oh? And how dirty is dirty, little girl?" The shop owner replied with a fiendish grin. Maybe it was easy not to trust this man.

"So dirty, it begins to rub off on me," Ginny winked.

The man smiled a boyish smile and motioned for the two to follow.

"Right this way, ladies."

"What the devil was that?" Hermione whispered.

"He runs two businesses, Hermione. You have to say a password - if you will - to get to the back. See, the front is a very respectable trade dealing with pots. And the back," Ginny paused to look at the new, indecent wares on the walls and shelves. "Well, the back is not."

"Oh, dear." Hermione was taken aback by the man's selection.

"Tell me if you need help with anything or have any questions, I'll be up at the front." The man left.

Ginny drifted off to what looked like perfume and Hermione took a closer look at the items. One wall was covered in whips that varied in length, feathers, and heads. Next to the whips were silver handcuffs, furry pink handcuffs, edible handcuffs. Ball and gag. Nipple clamps. A sightless mask with an O shaped opening over the mouth. Horse costumes, cowgirl costumes, maiden costumes. Leather, ass-less chaps. Leather panties with a zipper going all the way down the crotch. And last but not least, crotchless panties.

Hermione shuddered, unsure if it was in disgust or anticipation. To think all of this on one wall. Hermione looked for Ginny when she heard her giggle. The girl was playing with a dildo, Good Lord.

"Look, it moves around by itself," she tittered.

One of the display dildos Ginny was playing with was bright neon green, filled with beads that moved inside the dildo. The mostrous thing rolled over as if it was dog, slowly going around in a circle.

Hermione had to laugh herself, it looked pretty ridiculous.

"So," the Weasley girl asked, Have you found something for him? Maybe one of these fine dildos, here? Maybe, a dildo on a stick. Or perhaps this dinky one. Whoa, look, at this monster, it's double-ended and 34 inches long! You think, Snape would want this big black cock in him?"

"Gods, I hope not!" Hermione gagged.

"Well, it has to be something to embarrass him. But we don't want him to think that you got it for him. At first, that is," She smiled.

"I guess, I could get him the paddle..." Hermione looked to Ginny.

"Still want it charmed?" Ginny's eyes twinkled with unsurpassed joy.

"Let's get one that will hurt," Hermione smiled back at her co-conspirator.

The girls grabbed a medium-sized paddle that was about foot and a half long and a half foot wide; one side was slightly cushioned with dark brown leather, the word “naughty” engraved in white, and on the plain wooden side the word “naughtier” was engraved in black. Satisfied with their choice they took it to the front. The owner smiled warmly at them.

"Find everything you needed?" He asked.

"Definitely!" Ginny chirped. "I'll be getting this perfume and she'd like this whip, please."

Hermione blushed as the owner glanced at her. His gaze seemed to take on a heated look.

"Right," the man said, "Since it's the Eve, I'll give you girls 20% off."

Ginny cheered as she paid for her product, while Hermione continued to blush fiercely under the owner's gaze.

The man put the items in black bags with the store's name on it. As the girls were about to leave, the shop owner called out to them.

"Miss, are you sure you know how to use that?"

Ginny stepped before Hermione could stutter a response.

"Oh, I'll teach her, don't worry," she winked, "Happy Christmas!"

The girls left giggling and ready to begin Hermione's plan.Dinner rolled around and past, leaving Hermione slightly disappointed to leave the Burrow seeing how she just got there. But they were right, 12 Grimmauld Place was significantly bigger for such a large gathering tomorrow.

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Tomorrow. He's already there.

Hermione tried to calm her breathing as she realized they would be in the same building, perhaps just a few rooms apart.

The plan, think of the plan. It will work. Just need time.

Hermione buried the anxiety deep within the recesses of her chest and left through the floo. The Weasley family, including Harry and Hermione, arrived at 12 Grimmauld Place and was greeted by the Order in happy spirits. As the entire Order talked and reveled at being reunited with friends and loved ones, Hermione's heart ached. She could hardly take their happiness without feeling the urge to cry. It was heartwarming to see everyone's expression during this joyous time, but it was also heartbreaking to see the man clad in black, a tumbler full of bronze liquid between two pale fingers, sat with his back to the merry crowd. No one had even acknowledged him.

Hermione sniffled and her anger began to build, It's his own fault anyway.

“My dear,” a familiar voice beckoned.

“Oh,” Hermione turned to see the warm face of her beloved Headmaster, “Oh, sir. Happy Christmas to you!” The young lady encircled her arms around Dumbledore and laughed, a few tears had escaped her eyes. She pulled away to see his eyes twinkling.

“You look lovely,” Dumbledore whispered, pulling out a handkerchief to bring to her cheek. “I must say I was surprised to see that Professor Snape failed you. Any particular reason why?”

“I – I just felt a little uncomfortable, err, about the material,” Hermione replied, looking about the room.

“Oh, I see. Do you plan on trying again? From what I understand, another student has signed up for the class. Perhaps you will feel better with a class mate?”

“Um,” Hermione bit her lip, unsure what to say. I'm certain I'd feel even more uncomfortable with another person there.

“If you take the class again and ace it, which I'm sure you will, it will replace the failing grade. I will make sure of it,” the old man winked.

“Well then, sir. Add me to the roster,” Hermione beamed.

A/N: It. Has. Been. A. Long. Time. I really do want to finish this.
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