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The Speed of Thought	By : yeiko87 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 52535 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 6
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor do I make any money from the perverse writings depicted here. It is only for my sick, sick amusement xD

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Hello my duckies! I'm finally back to adding chapters to this story (as you may have ascertained for yourself by my posting a new chapter just the other day, and now posting another new chapter today haha)! Woo!! *cracks her knuckles* And now, onto the smut!

WARNING: This chapter was pulled out of some of the more recessed dark corners of yeiko87's twisted mind... Therefore, it is full of kink, extreme sexual frustration, some various other perversions, as well as many highly explicit descriptions of twisted sexual interactions. If you find yourself deeply offended by the notion of the super sexy Severus Snape purposefully getting one Hermione Granger---who is of legal age---so hot and bothered that she doesn't known what to do with herself, then you can kindly go and fly a kite, or perhaps go read some HG/RW fan fiction*. If, however, you are like me, and think that that sounds like just about the best thing since sliced bread, then, by all means, enjoy! Lol

*P.S. Im completely just kidding about the HG/RW fanfiction jab. Lol I mean no offense to any fans of, or writers of, HG/RW fanfiction.. I just personally find the HG/RW relationship to be really annoying....well, it's more that I find Ron to be really annoying, actually lol....

Please read, rate, review! Any suggestions are welcome, and all reviews are welcome, except for trolls. Trolls will have their bridges destroyed, they will be denied their goats, and they will be forced to watch "Lambchop" (the puppet) on a television set with a lot of static...forever (-ever... -ever... -ever...((echo))...)

Lol erhrm, anywho, yes, ON WITH THE STORY! Q(*o*Q)

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"First, however," Snape continued, "as our discussion portion of this detention is over, I will have to ask you to remain silent unless spoken to....well, of course, you may make sounds all you like," he said, with a sadistic glimmer in his eye, "but I don't want any coherent words coming out of your mouth." he said sternly. "if I hear words, then I will have to punish you further."

She stared up at him silently, worrying her lip a little bit.

"Am I understood? Nod your head 'yes' or 'no'."

She flushed, embarrassed, and shakily nodded her head in confirmation.

"Alright, good. Now, before we get started, there is one more matter which I must attend to...Although it may very well be largely because of your use of the drying spells, I noticed that your knickers were perhaps not quite as wet as they ought to have been tonight, and so I am going to do something about that now, in order to hopefully remedy the situation by tomorrow night."

With a few flicks of his wrists, her legs came back together, and he reached up, and slowly pulled her knickers down...down over her hips, over her knees, and then finally over her feet and off entirely. He then made quick work of re-securing her in her previous position on his desk, knees bent and splayed before him, wet core finally fully exposed to the cool air of the dungeon office. He looked at her glistening center, and then to the pair of knickers in his hand, examining the wet spot so that she could see him doing so.

"Hm, no, definitely not wet enough." he said, disapprovingly, teasing her and tsking, and bent down to search for something in his desk. The move left his head perfectly level with her core, which was still secured to the edge of the table, and before rising up, sought item in hand, he noticed this and laughed to himself before softly releasing a hot breath over it. She gasped loudly and whimpered insistently, wordlessly pleading for him to move in just a little bit closer...to open his mouth...to...

He leaned forward, mouth open, and just let his lips briefly dust across the skin, and then placed a soft, full-mouthed, closed-lips kiss directly, firmly, above her clit. She let out a breathy groan, and then bit her lip, stifling back her words of pleading, begging him to please not move his mouth away just yet... To PlEaSe just bring his mouth a tiny little bit lower...just a bit...

He laughed again, sending hot puffs of air rolling over her skin again, and kissed directly above her aching clit once more, deeply enjoying her torment. He was rock hard, but didn't want to stop and take care of it just yet...he really wanted to milk as much from this extremely willing girl as he could, before she changed her mind...

His tongue slipped out of his mouth, making a flat, hot sweep across her outer labia, right beside her clit. She cried out and thrust her hips up, but to no avail. He repeated the move to the left side of her clit, before returning to just placing soft little kisses all in a tiny semicircle directly above it as she writhed.

Her clit ached positively tremendously now, and had begun to very softly throb every now and again. She was in sexual agony. 'please, please PLeaSe, please just touch it already! Please!' she thought in a whimpered voice. Snape heard her thoughts and just laughed again, slowly making a flat sweep with his tongue to either side of it once more, before straightening himself, and placing the object he'd been looking for under his desk, onto the table before him.

He opened the second jar of potion, and dipped two fingers into it, re-sealing the jar with a flick of his wrist before returning his gaze to the apex of the tormented witch's thighs. Using his clean hand, he delicately pulled back her clitoral hood. She began to writhe anew at the sensation, but abruptly stopped when he ordered her to be still for a moment. She lay there, practically vibrating with the pressure of forcing herself to stay still, as he brought his hand with the potion on it closer, and began to very delicately apply it to her exposed clitoris. He was very careful to make sure that it was *all* rubbed in, while simultaneously being excruciatingly careful to not apply more than a breath of physical pressure to her aching organ with his fingertip.

When he was finished applying it thickly to her nub, he used his clean hand to continue to hold her hood back, as he applied the potion from his other finger all over her labia in a very thin coat. He then used his stationary hand to spread her lips wide, before very slowly dipping the finger deep inside of her, twisting it about to ensure that the trace remnants which he still had remaining on his finger, were transferred to her inner walls.

When he was done, he removed both of his hands, and informed her that she could move again, before he went to put away the jar. After it was put away, he 'scourgified' his hands, and then simply sat and waited, watching her with a dark glimmer in his eye...

After several moments, her pelvis began to tingle, and she felt the coil of frustrated arousal tighten much further, far past any level of sexual frustration she'd ever imagined before. She let out a low, deep groan that morphed into series of whimpers, and pulled hard at her bonds. She helplessly dry humped the air in a slow, rolling motion, trying in vain to relieve the immense aching, throbbing pressure in her groin.

"Oh, very good. The potion is working," he said approvingly, as he observed.

"The substance which I just applied to you," he said, standing up, "is a potion that is meant to be used for relieving chronic numbness...It causes the nerves to fire off signals to the brain at a greatly increased rate." While he was talking, he had walked over to his desk to pick up his quill. He slowly raked the soft bristles down and over her heat a few times. She gasped and gulped down air, as she swore we felt each and every individual bristle's path, as it sent little electric jolts of pleasure through her.

"And," he went on, gesturing with the quill, "it forces more blood to the surface of your skin..." He delicately dusted the soft bristles over her now hugely swollen clitoris, "...by magically doubling the amount of blood in the area to begin with." She whimpered desperately, biting her lip hard to force herself to not speak as he began to just dance th soft bristles of the feather in a stroking motion, starting at the base of her mons, and running along the length of the still relatively small organ, before doubling back, only to repeat the motion again.

If she'd been having a problem with numbness, this potion would have been great news...however, as it was, she was most certainly not having any problems with numbness. In fact, the flesh which the potion had been applied to was already swelling with blood, and distinctly sending sensation signals to her brain. She groaned again and thrashed as the potion continued to intensify her sensations. Her clitoris throbbed, extremely swollen with blood. It stood, oddly, firm, plump, hot to the touch, and completely neglected, save for the ghosts of touches the dark man holding her captive was administering to it.

He ceased his torment with the quill, and stepped aside to place it back down on the table, next to the stack of parchments to the far right. He then strolled back over to her prone form. Arriving between her splayed thighs, he slowly glided his palms across the smooth flesh, delicately caressing it as he brought his touch closer and closer to her center. Once his fingers touched her outer labia, he danced them across the ultra sensitive skin there, ghosting them up and down her labia majora.

She continued to plea wordlessly, as he mercilessly refused to grant her any kind of relief from the persistent pressure. He solidly flicked her clit once, twice, with his fingernail, drawing gasps of surprised pleasure from her lips, and then brought his fingertips down to her entrance. He teased it for a few moments, just toying with the opening; he would briefly move, pressing as though to slip his finger inside, but then would suddenly retreat, only to repeat the action again and again.

Finally, he slowly slid the long finger deep inside of her, curling it about to press against her G-Spot firmly. He buried the finger inside of her up to the hilt, still being very careful to not allow his palm to make any contact with her clitoris. The witch below him moaned and writhed, first in absolute, utter ecstasy, and then once again she began to let out tiny breathy whimpers, trying to beg him to please touch the neglected nub. He still refused, simply watching it throb, and watching her face contort in a combination of agony and ecstacy as he began to slowly fingerfuck her. He started increasing his speed gradually as he pumped the finger in and out of her.

She was going insane with her need for him to relieve the pressure in her clit, while she slowly climbed up towards an impending orgasm. He added another finger to the first inside of her, eyes sparkling as he recognized the signs of her orgasm quickly approaching. He pumped his fingers in and out of her heat faster, harder, sending her careening towards the precipice, but then, just as she was about to fly over it, he quickly withdrew both fingers and stepped back an inch or two.

There was about a fraction of a second of pause where nothing happened, and then she began thrashing about wildly in her bonds. Her entire cavern pulsed and rippled, trying to grasp back onto the source of the delightful pressure it had suddenly been denied. Simultaneously, her clitoris began to throb visibly with the clenching of her vaginal canal. Seeing this, he laughed, low and seductive, and brought his face down to fleetingly flick the tiniest of licks across the nub again and again as it throbbed, barely even making contact with it as she thrashed. He kept the contacts extremely brief, while also spacing them out far enough to ensure that they just served to mock her further, rather than pushing her over the edge.

When her thrashing finally died down a bit, he brought his fingers back up to her entrance, and began just teasing it again. At the same time, he began softly placing kisses all around her firmly swollen clit once more, especially focusing on the bit of skin directly above it. He would kiss the skin softly but firmly, again and again...sometimes, his tongue would slip out and hotly dip into the grooves to either side of the organ, still avoiding direct contact, before going back into his mouth, leaving his touch as little kisses again....

Just as he began to slowly press two of his fingers into her hot channel again, he opened his mouth, and slowly placed a singular, very direct, flat, soft swipe of his tongue up and over her extremely neglected bud. She groaned, loudly, and her back arched up off of the desk. Unfortunately for her, he only lathed his tongue over the button once, thus leaving her aching for the touch all over again as soon as it was done...and now she wanted it even more than before.

As it continued to throb, he brought his head just a bit lower, reaching up a hand to delicately pull back her clitoral hood once more, and hold it firmly in place. He then very carefully placed his mouth over her entrance, being sure to avoid brushing her clit with his nose...and shoved his tongue deep inside of her heat. He wriggled it around as she cried out, curling it up under her pelvic bone to try to stimulate her G-Spot, and then thrusting it in and out a few times, before abruptly retracting it and pulling his face back. He maintained his hold on her clitoral hood as she cried out in protest and writhed.

She felt a small surge of wetness coalesce at her entrance, before slowly slipping out and trickling down her butt. Absolutely mortified, she squeezed her eyes shut, hoping that he wouldn't see the little trickle of moisture now pooling under her on his desk. She tried in vain to pull her legs together, to try to press her labia together with her thighs, to stop any more moisture from trickling out, but to no avail. Her bonds still held strong.

Seeing the expression on her face, Snape paused, and performed Legilimens on her silently. He saw what she was thinking about---her mortification about just how wet she was getting---and, rather than simply let her know that he'd seen her thoughts, he pretended to notice the teeny tiny puddle she'd created on his desk on his own.

"My, Miss Granger," he began, a false tone of wonderment in his voice, "you just can't seem to help yourself, can you?" She opened her eyes and looked at him, confusion and concern clearly written across her pretty, flushed face

"Not only do you come into my office and use foul language, but then you make a mess of my desk?" He scolded her, digging his nails lightly into her thighs. "That's two separate punishments I'll have to administer..." he dragged his nails down towards the apex of her thighs once more, but then stopped, just as he reached the junctions of her thighs.

He abruptly stood up then, and took a step back. "However, as it is ten o'clock, it seems I will have to address that at another time, as your detention is now over."

He took out his wand, and waved it over her, releasing her bonds. Returning to the desk, he helped her to sit up again, making eye contact with her as she rose. Her eyes were completely glazed over with lust. His erection jumped in his trousers, and he swallowed, re-strengthening his resolve. He reached into his pocket, and pulled out the pair of simple, white cotton knickers. He started to hand them to her, but then retracted his hand, taking out his wand, and drawing an invisible line down the crotch with the tip. Pulling his wand back, and giving it a small flourish, the line glowed for a second, before branching out to the rest of the fabric, and then faded out omce more. After stowing his wand, Snape handed her her knickers. He cooly informed her once more that she was to wear this pair again the next day ---- that they were clean now, and he would know if she switched them out for another pair.

She stood up, bewitched knickers in-hand, and still very dazed, and he walked her to his office fireplace, preparing to send her through the floo to the Head Boy and Head Girl's common room. He took the underwear from her hand, and tucked it into a pocket in her skirt, not wanting to risk the Head Boy seeing it and asking questions when she arrived at their common room.

He walked her forward, directing her to stand in the fireplace, and opening her palm to place a fistful of floo powder in her hand. In a lust-filled daze, she floo'ed back to her common room, and wandered into her bedroom, completely ignoring the Head Boy's sarcastic greetings from the couch they shared. She closed the bedroom door behind her, locking it with a flick of her wrist, and immediately climbed up onto her bed.
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