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The Speed of Thought	By : yeiko87 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 52541 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Three quarters of their way through breakfast in the Great Hall the next morning, Hermione’s dark professor had already sent her several fork-dropping mental images of himself involved in carnal affairs with her. He had sent her one particularly gripping image of himself gripping her under her bare ass, lifting her pelvis up into the air to meet his face halfway as he dipped it down, and then began thrusting his tongue deeply and passionately into her soft, wet heat, devouring her as she cried out in ecstasy. She almost choked on her orange juice when he sent her another brief flash of a scene of them together, this particular one involving her being bound over his desk, and getting fucked relentlessly with a charmed dildo, as she pleasured him orally on the other side. She was pleading and pleading, begging to be allowed to orgasm as the magicked cock pummeled her aching pussy, but He continued to refuse her as he enthusiastically fucked her mouth. Amidst all of the arousing scenes and images, she finally managed to choke down a meager breakfast. Already growing very wet with her budding arousal, she was finally able to excuse herself from the table, claiming that she wanted to get some pre-class studying done.
In reality, however, she ran out of the great hall, up a flight of stairs, and into the girl’s bathroom on the second floor. Locking herself into the room, she retreated into a stall, also locking that behind her. She sat down on the toilet, legs spread, allowing herself to roll her hips freely, dry-humping the air. She lifted her skirts and looked down. She knew that she was absolutely soaked beneath her panties, she could feel that much, and the evidence was growing steadily more visible on the outside of her panties as the moisture was absorbed. She currently had a visible wet patch about the size of a nickel. She knew it was only going to get bigger. She bit her lip, wishing that she could simply wave her wand and hide her arousal, but didn’t dare risk whatever “punishment” Snape had in store for her if she disobeyed. Instead, she lowered a hand slowly, allowing it to simply hover over her pelvis as she tried to decide whether or not it would be a good idea…Coming to a decision, she lowered her hand down onto her mons, slowly sliding her fingertips across fabric over her skin. She lightly pressed the little raised bump in her panties that was her clitoris, and let out a whoosh of breath at the sensation.
God, she needed to be touched. She wanted to cum so badly, and her clit was suddenly swelling up under her cautious fingertips. She pressed down a bit harder, and started rubbing little circles on her clit, leaning back in the stall and closing her eyes. Oh thank merlin, the pressure was finally beginning to recede as she rubbed her little clit. She hadn’t intended to take it so far – she’d only wanted to relieve a little bit of that pressure in her clit, but she quickly found herself approaching the verge of climax. She rushed towards the precipice, her entire world blurring around her as she worked herself in a frenzy. It was right there – it was so close she could almost taste it – and then, suddenly, the material of her underwear became firm to the touch and immovable. She couldn’t rub through it – couldn’t feel it on her heated flesh beneath the panties.
Frantic for her orgasm, and not thinking much past that, she gripped the waistband of the panties to try to pull them down. God she needed to keep going. But the panties wouldn’t budge. Her core ached, pulsed – she’d been so close!! She hurriedly picked at the elastic bands to either side of her vulva, but still to no avail. She tried to slip her fingers underneath the elastics, but it was as though they were suddenly fused to her skin. She couldn’t move the underwear at all.
She gripped the toilet seat beneath her, panting, frustrated, and stared at the panties that were keeping her from the glorious orgasm she’d been so close to achieving. And then, as the hormones began to recede, she started to realize just what it was that she’d almost done. She gasped in horror.
Ms. Granger. You are to come to my office immediately. The thought inserted itself into her head. We must meet before class to discuss this infraction.
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She stood outside of the door to his classroom. Her knees felt week, and her pussy burned with desire even more than it had before she’d run into the girls’ bathroom mere minutes ago.
She took a shaky breath, and rose her hand to knock on the door. Before it made contact, the door swung open silently. She hesitated only for a moment, and then entered the room. The door closed behind her. She heard her Professor bid her to come into his private office, and with a sense of both forboding and a strange anticipating in her stomach, she complied.
As soon as she entered his private office, that door closed behind her as well. Professor Snape waved a hand, and Hermione felt the warding, silencing, and privacy charms go up all around them.
“Take off your robes, and then take off your skirt,” he instructed, not wasting any time. She followed his instructions, knees still a little bit weak.
She stood before him, shivering in just her blouse and her little white panties, and awaited further instruction as he got up from his desk and began to walk around her.
“Hands on top of your head. Legs shoulder width apart.” He ordered brusquely, and once again, she complied silently.
He looked into her mind again, searching for the specific reason behind her disobedience mere minutes ago.
“Ah, I see.” He began, “so, the ache… became too much for you? The frustration, too great?” He questioned her, voice low and smoldering. “So, you figured you would just take matters into your own hands? Relieve all of that pressure, and I’d be none the wiser?”
Her face flushed bright red, and she spluttered, opening her mouth to protest and defend her actions.
“---Do not speak now unless I explicitly instruct you to do otherwise,” he interjected sternly. She clapped her mouth shut.
“But you see, Ms. Granger,” he continued, as though she had never spoken and interrupted him, this is a signed contract stating that for the next 89 days, you will not have an orgasm.” He continued to walk around her, eyes burning into her as he spoke.
“Also, in this contract, it states that, if signed, you will agree to any and all punishments which I might mete out for you during the next 99 days of detention that you have with me, regardless of content, and regardless of whether or not their timing extends beyond the normal time limits of our detentions…”
He had conjured the contract so that it hung in front of her now, and the section of fine print (very fine print) that he was talking about began to glow. As she read it, he came up behind her, standing so close that he was almost touching her. He waited for her to be finished reading, and then spelled the contract away again.
“And so, if I tell you that I’ve decided that a part of your overall punishment now---,” he began to slowly pull down her panties, leaving them down at about mid-thigh, “---should be---” he brought his hands back up her legs, tracing the tips of his fingers along her inner thighs, “---That. You. Ache---” He gripped the tops of her inner thighs with each hand, digging his fingers in and squeezing once for emphasis. He released his grip on her thighs with both hands, and brought one of them in front of her vulva. He spread the fingers of his left hand, pressing down two to each side of her labia majora, up by her clit, and then sunk them into the flesh more firmly, before pulling up and out, thereby spreading her lips far out and away from her clit.
“That you ache fiercely---” he continued, holding his left hand firmly where it was upon her flesh. “---That you ache constantly---” he slowly ground his concealed erection against her buttocks. “---That you remain throbbing---” he thrust against her buttocks lightly, and she gasped, “---and wet---” he whispered throatily, thrusting slowly against her again, this time drawing out a little whimper from between her lips, “---wanting, needing…” He thrust a bit harder, and she began pressing her backside back against him, breathing quickly and meeting his rhythm.
With his other hand, he gestured at his desk, magically drawing out a bottle of potion, bringing it close to the edge of the desk, and then opening it with a wave of the same hand. He dipped his middle finger into the substance, withdrew it, and then lifted the hand up to rest the wrist at the top of her right thigh, hovering above her center.
“If I want you whimpering---” he continued, taking the index finger of his free hand and ever-so-delicately pulling back her clitoral hood, “---gasping---“ he murmured, very lightly tapping a drop of the solution from his middle finger onto the exposed organ, “---begging---“ he switched his thumb over to hold up the flesh where his index finger had been, and began to slowly, softly, torturously rub the substance into the engorged flesh with his newly-freed fingertip. Her flesh began to absorb the potion quickly, and an intense, [[medicated]] heat began to blossom throughout the affected flesh.
“---Pleeeading---” he murmured deeply, drawing out the word as he released his thumb’s hold upon her hood and began to run his potion-covered finger delicately over her, up and down over the now-concealed would-be shaft of the organ, and all around it. He traced his potion-soaked fingertip around her entrance, “---If I want you to be Desperate…“ he softly hissed the word into her ear, pausing for emphasis, before simultaneously thrusting his hips against her backside once more, just as he suddenly plunged the potion-soaked finger deep, up to-the-hilt, into her hot, tight cavern. A single raspy cry tore out from between her parted lips, and her vaginal walls pulsed softly around his finger. He’d cupped his palm carefully to ensure that he made no accidental contact with her clit, and he held his hand still, not moving in the slightest. He waited, listening, and simply relished in her growing frenzy.
Lips still resting against her earlobe, he took low, shallow breaths as he listened to her developing response. First, it had been one of absolute ecstasy when he’d first plunged the finger deeply within her, and then, as he remained still, refusing to move, her reaction had begun to morph into one of deeper, unsatisfied need. She had begun breathing little airy whimpers, and trying to gyrate---trying to move herself on the finger that impaled her---but to no avail. Cock rock-hard, he simply ground his erection against her buttocks, slowly, thrusting slowly and firmly, keeping his hand held still. He slowly withdrew the finger, continuing to grind his erection into her buttocks. His mouth was dry as he uncurled his ring finger, lining it up beside his middle finger.
“…Then you will be.”
The medicated heat had begun to blossom throughout her channel as well, and as it grew, her whimpers, though still quiet, grew more frequent. He started to circle her entrance with the two fingertips, refusing to plunge them into her heat again, regardless of her swiveling of her hips to try to get the fingertips to hit the mark. “I can hear you whimpering. I wonder, if there is…something…amiss, Miss Granger?” It wasn’t exactly a question, but he said it as though it were one. She wasn’t sure if she should reply, so she didn’t. She didn’t want him to punish her further. He saw her hesitation, and smirked.
He dipped the two fingers shallowly into her pussy, slowly pistoning them in and out as she continued to pant and whimper. He would press them sweetly into her heat, only to stop at about three centimeters’ depth, and then he would retract them again, and repeat the action over and over. He paused the shallow thrusting and lifted his hand to wave over the jar of potion on his desk, making it hover in mid-air as he dipped both his index and middle finger into it. He waved it back onto the desk, and lowered his hand to resume its prior occupation of tormenting the witch’s pussy. He slathered the potion tenderly all over her clitoris again, covering the organ completely as it stood covered by its hood, with the magical liquid. After only a few seconds, the potion had soaked in fully, leaving the skin dry once more, and thus he was able to easily retract her hood again with his thumb. As he did so, he felt her muscles contract --- her vaginal canal clenching, and her clitoris throbbing---and a quick, shallow breath flew out through her nose, followed by a several fast, shaky inhales and the tiniest of whimpers.
He waited until the throbbing stopped, and then began to apply the potion to her exposed nub. He slathered on significantly more of the potion than he had the last time, and then, before waiting for it to fully soak in, released his thumb’s hold on her hood, leaving it to soak in beneath the coverage of the thin layer of skin. He returned his two fingers to her entrance, circling it again. She was slick with her own arousal now, and he slid his fingers around on her slippery flesh, shallowly slipping them in and out of her again a few times, before suddenly and without warning, ramming the two fingers fully into her, and quickly withdrawing them again. She cried out, throwing her head back, thrusting her hips into his fingers, just as he was quickly withdrawing them again. She cried out in protest, and a second later, mid-cry, he’d already rammed the fingers deeply into her again. Again, he quickly withdrew them.
His did this a couple more times…Plunge, remove, pause…Plunge, remove, pause…Shallow dip, pause…Slightly deeper, slowww shallow dip, pause… slowwww extra shallow dip, pause.
He stopped teasing her entrance, and returned his focus to her clitoris. Still refusing to press against the actual organ, he simply moved her hood up and down over her clit, stimulating her just with her own skin. She whimpered and began twisting her hips about, trying so hard to get him to—even accidentally—rub the throbbing nub.
“Be still!” He hissed into her ear. She obeyed and stopped writhing, almost shaking with the sheer effort of it.
He lifted his hand, and conjured a large mirror directly in front of them, and then charmed it to reflect only what was happening at and around her pussy. “Open your eyes,” he ordered, and she complied, looking ahead of her, and straight into the mirror. What she saw made her breath catch in her throat.
“Which means, Miss Granger, that it will stand…even if I additionally decide, for instance,” he continued, whispering into her ear as they both looked into the mirror, “that part of your punishment should be,” he lowered his hand back down to her pussy, as they both watched it in the mirror, “that you not be allowed to touch your clit at all, aside from applying this potion once before each of your classes every day,” he delicately retracted her hood with his thumb, “and three times before your detentions each night…” he paused, listening to her whimpers redouble as the organ throbbed and her canal clenched tightly. “At which time, maybe---mayyyybe---” he drew the word out, “---for good behavior---“ he dipped his middle and index fingertips shallowly into her channel, swirling them about to cover the tips in her slick arousal fluids, “---and while fully restrained----you might be given the privilege of having my mouth---“ he continued to hold her hood back with his thumb, as he took the two slick fingers, and dragged them softly up and down her vulva to either side of her clit, “----just…softly---“ his lips brushed softly against her earlobe, “---press down just not quite against it…maybe just around it, or perhaps beside it…just barely underneath it---”
Suddenly the ending bell rang, signifying the end of the previous class period, and the impending beginning of Potions class, as would be signaled by a second bell in approximately 5 minutes. Hermione’s sense of urgency skyrocketed.
“Anything but touching it directly, really,” he continued to muse, whispering into her ear, “right up until the very end of each detention, when I would finally have to touch it, in order to charm it, just to be sure that it stayed engorged for the rest of the night----“
“Oh god,” she whimpered, imploringly, her head spinning, “Professor, please! Please! You can’t! That would drive me absolutely batty!!”
“I can, and I just might,” he replied, releasing his holds on her nether regions and pulling up her panties.
“No, professor, please!!”
“Miss Granger, that is two times now that you have spoken without permission.”
She felt the bottom drop out from her stomach.
“And both times, defiantly so...” He straightened his cuffs and the collar of his robes. “Put on your skirt and robes now, and see me after class regarding your punishment for your defiance. You may go find a seat in the classroom now. Class will be starting shortly. You may now speak freely---where appropriate, of course.”
She stood there, mouth agape, staring at him. She opened her mouth to protest again.
“Surely you do not want to risk being late, and thus acquiring yet another punishment to be meted out?” He asked, turning to her and lifting an incredulous eyebrow. “Perhaps my punishments are not nearly as daunting as I believed them to be?”
“N-no Sir! My apologies, Professor, I’ll be leaving now.” She quickly turned on her heel and clipped out of his office.
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