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Snape's Apprentices	By : Lalani Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 26336 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter Eleven

HPOV

They had finally managed to keep their hands off each other long enough to actually finish inspecting the gardens and most parts of the Manor itself. Right now they were in the wine cellar and her Professor was frowning at the dark and mouldy space.

“I can’t brew here.” He said finally. “There might be windows, but the mould would kill off our ingredients or corrupt them. Also, we would be killed by the fumes in a matter of minutes.”

“Well, if electricity is available we could have my aunt install some air conditioning. Just take a system that exchanges the air inside instead of cooling it down? Or we could use the Winter Garden? Add the closest room that’s still actually in the house to it, but keep parts of the wall and just have an archway? It would dim the incoming light considerably.” she offered. She herself had looked at the space in dismay, if she were honest. The only thing that could really be kept here was…nothing. Not even wine would survive this condition.

“That would be one way to do it. Or we could use the attic. It would be dim enough for the ingredients. But the way from the winter garden up into the lab is too long. It’s impractical.”

He stopped at this and looked around again, deep into his thoughts. Hermione in the meantime went deeper into the cellar, passing the empty shelves to the back where a bunch of actual wine barrels had been dumped and forgotten by the previous owner. They were open and empty as far as she could tell.

“Shouldn’t this be bigger?” she asked, interrupting Professor Snape’s low muttering. She had noticed this endearing habit of his only recently. Whenever he was agitated he would start muttering to himself. His muttering combined with him only clad in his pants and black shirt, with the cravat tied loosely around his neck gave him an adorably dishevelled air.

“Yes, it is. The cellars have been divided into two separate ones, actually. The other one is on the side with the steeper slope…” he trailed off, thinking of something.

He abruptly turned away and stalked towards the stairs, taking them at a rapid pace. She hurried after him, not wanting to be left alone in such a dark space without legal use of her wand.

When she arrived at the top of the stairs, she only saw the back of his robes billow out of the kitchen. She ran after him, through the kitchen and into a small room filed with sideboards. It had probably been the room where the servants put the finished food before carrying it into the dining room. She nearly bumped into his back when she turned out of the room. He was standing in the Dining Room, completely still.

“What is it?” she huffed at his back.

“I was waiting for you to catch up. In my haste to get to my destination I forgot about your stumpy legs and how they wouldn’t keep up with me.” He said over his shoulder, smirking at her.

“They are not stumpy!” she answered hotly, narrowing her eyes at him.

“Really? Well then, come along Miss Granger.” He started waking again, leading them out of the Dining Room and through both the hallway and the sitting room. The sitting room had returned to its old decrepit state, with no furniture, just bare walls and with dust settling in the corners. The windows to this room were barred shut with planks, making the room dark.

He stalked over to the chimney and picked up a stack of papers from its mantle. Only when he unfolded the papers did she notice that that must be the floorplan for the house.

“The entrance to the other cellar has been hidden, since it used to hold the study for the Lord. He must have been a Vampire, since both the study and some cells are both in the second cellar. The entrance is supposed to be somewhere in here.”

He cast a quick spell and the floor plans spread out, hovering in the air in front of them.

“Whom did you buy this estate from?” she asked, wondering why he hadn’t been told how to enter the other cellar.

“From the Muggle Government. I do know that it cost me enough and I am the official owner.” He answered absentmindedly. He left the floor plan hovering in the middle of the air and stalked over to the chimney. It had a huge, cracked mirror hanging on the wall above it. Whipping out his wand, he tried to lift it with a spell but it wouldn’t budge. She frowned and got closer to the mirror, hearing a weird noise in the air.

“Do you hear that, Sir?” she asked him, not sure if what she was hearing was truly there.

“Yes. That, my dear, is the sound magical wards sometimes make when they are old and nearly gone. One of the owners must not have been a Muggle.” He paused for a moment, before turning towards her.

“I will try taking them down by myself since they are obviously time-worn, but I don’t want you to get hit by anything resulting from that.”

She stiffened her shoulders, wanting to protest until she remembered that even if she did know what to do, she could not use her wand.

“Alright. Where should I go?” she asked, resigned to staying away.

He didn’t answer. Instead, he pulled off his cravat, letting his shirt fall open at his throat. She felt her mouth water slightly at the sight of this. She wanted to go closer and lick the pale skin visible right where the shirt was open. He didn’t seem to notice her ogling, because he muttered a few spells after throwing the cravat on the floor as far away from the chimney as the room allowed. The cravat twitch, before his transfiguration spell turned it into a pretty lime yellow settee big enough to seat both of them.

“Sit down, pet. I will ward the area around it. That way you are safe and you can see what is going on.” He said, eyeing the settee before abruptly turning around to her. She walked over to it, passing by her Professor. Before she could actually sit down, he had grabbed her hand and pulled her towards him, catching her lips in a hard and possessive kiss. Se moaned and tried to get closer, but he broke off the kiss and pushed her into the settee. Before she could catch her breath he had already set the wards and turned around, stalking back to the mirror.

She shook her head violently, making her curls bounce around her face, before she concentrated on what he was doing. All the sexual tension in the world wouldn’t stop her from learning something so valuable.

He started waving his wand over himself, partially turned towards her and muttered a slew of spells.

“If you keep on muttering to yourself I will never learn anything.” She finally said, amused by his absentmindedness. She never thought she would see such a side of her snarky and even cruel Potions Master.

She had been drawn to his commanding and dominating side. She wanted him because she needed a man to take charge of her sexually and he seemed the type. She always had to be in control and the smart one, so she wanted a man that took that burden off of her. She didn’t want to be in control all the time but it was the role she had been cast in and she didn’t like it. Boys her age just did not cut it. Of course, she figured him to be gentle and attentive, she was a woman after all and women always craved a man to be that way. She just didn’t want it to be like that all the time and especially in bed she would rather have him grab her hair and pound her.

When he turned around, startled at her talking, she felt her pussy get so wet, it was very nearly uncomfortable. He look at least ten years younger, his excitement about discovering something new almost touchable.

“I apologize. I did not think of that. Well, how about you watch for now and later, when we are back at Hogwarts I will teach you the wards I used. The ones I have cast are powerful, but fade after a set amount of time. They take a lot out of the caster.” He said while pulling out a scrunchy out of his pocket and tying back his hair. This left his face in stark profile and she thought he looked quite dashing combined with his dishevelled clothing. She wanted to tell him he looked better this way, but then imagined other witches seeing him like that and felt an uncomfortable hotness spread in her chest area. Instead, she just made an affirmative noise to what he had said previous and went on watching him work on the wards.

SPOV

He was working on the mirror, trying to figure out what kind of wards were placed on it. It should have been odd to place the wards on the mirror, but he figured the mechanism for the door leading to the study would either be in those wards and that mirror. He hoped dismantling them gave him a clue on how to add his signature to it, so that he could open it.

It was hard work, exhausting his still recovering magical abilities and making him sweat heavily. He would need to take another shower after this, the third one today, especially after the hot bouts of sex with his pet. He felt himself harden and instantly thought about Sybill Trelawney naked to distract himself. He needed his mind on these wards. His cock went soft almost instantly and he concentrated on the wards.

It didn’t take him long until he found the key ward on the mirror, and to his pleasure, it was exactly what he thought it would be. The mirror was keyed into the reflection of the wizard who spelled it. It would recognize magical signatures and match them to the reflection. It was quite good and quite predictable, so nothing he would ever use as a ward. But maybe it was just to keep out the wizard’s family and not meant to be malicious towards intruders.

He quickly repaired the mirror after removing the non-interference wards and reset all the wards with his signature. Depending on what he found in that cellar he would remove them completely and have the cellar renovated alongside the house.

“I think I am done, pet.” He said, turning around hallway and finding her looking at him with real heat in her eyes. She was sitting on the edge of the settee and squirming slightly, with her hands clasped in her lap. Her eyes were wide and her face was flushed. His erection came back in full force. He lifted the wards he had placed and stalked towards her, only stopping when he was basically standing over her, his legs braced outside hers. She looked up at him with her mouth slightly agape and he imagined her mouth around his cock.

Well, why not, the insidious voice in his head said, she is submissive. Solidate your control over her subtly, but determinedly.

He decided to follow that voice and smirked down at her, before lifting his hands to his fly and opening it. His cock, rock hard and already weeping precum, jumped out, hitting her on her chin and leaving a wet spot on it. He groaned at both the contact and the picture she presented, while she just giggled.

“Do you find this funny, pet?” he asked roughly.

“Well, ommpphh!” she started answering, but got stopped by him shoving his cock into her mouth when she made a nice little ‘o’ with it. He moaned loudly when she immediately got into it and started bobbing her mouth on his cock, sucking on him all the while. Her cheeks were hollowed out and her hands tugged down his pants so she could reach his balls and fondle them. She rolled them around in her palms gently. She popped his cock out of her mouth, started jacking him off with one hand and sucking on his balls. Then she scooped up the precum gathering on the tip of his cock with one hand and used it as lubrication to finish fondling his balls with her hands while starting to suck him again.

For him it was heaven, but when she started humming he felt himself get catapulted straight into paradise, making him come heavily in her mouth. She immediately started swallowing, never letting up on his balls, until he was completely drained.

When he looked down into her face, he saw some of his spunk had leaked out of the corners of her mouth, down unto her chin. She was smiling up at him, still flushed. He gathered up the cum on her face with a finger and popped it into her mouth.

“That was good, pet, thank you. Go on, lick my finger clean and get me hard again. I want your pussy around my cock.” He said. She moaned at his words and sucked his finger clean.

“God, yes, sir, I need you inside me!” she said in a pleasure filled voice, scooting closer to his body and putting her mouth all over him. It did not take him long to get hard again and he grabbed her by her hair, pulling her mouth away from his crotch.

“Stand up, pet.” He said hoarsely. When she hesitated, he pulled slightly on her hair, making her obey quickly. He took her place on the settee and made her stand in front of him.

“Now, I want you to strip for me, pet, and then ride Me.” he commanded.

“Strip?” she asked him with an embarrassed frown. “Without music?”

“Yes, pet, strip and without music. I do not need to see you dance, just strip.” He answered trying to keep the impatience out of his voice.

He needed her to obey him. It suddenly felt vital to him for her to do exactly as he said.

Before he could give her the command again, she started lifting the hem of her sweater with shaky hands, her nervousness palpable. She gulped soundly, stopping the upwards motion of her hands.

His gaze was on her face, enjoying her embarrassed frown and her worrying her bottom lip with her teeth.

“You have nothing to be embarrassed about, pet. You are not only extraordinary beautiful, but sexy too. I…. desire your body deeply.” He said hoarsely. She glanced up at him, surprise in her gaze.

“Truly?” she asked him quietly, inching closer to his seated form.

“Yes, truly. Now, continue…please.”

He felt no embarrassment at begging her to continue. If she could trust him with her body and give him command over her sexuality, he could beg her to do something for him. Later, when she was properly trained, it would be another story, but for now begging was just fine with his dominating side.

She smiled and continued lifting her sweater, taking it off and throwing it on the settee next to him. She was wearing a purple bra, a lacy thing with a sparkling stone between her breasts. Her nipples were already hard points, begging him to take them into his mouth and sucking on them.

He shifted his hips slightly when his arousal grew.

Her hands went to the fly of her jeans, opening the button and pulling the zipper down. His eyes were so fixated on her hands, he didn’t see her pleasure filled smirk when she saw how concentrated he was on seeing more of her. His scrutiny and inability to look away gave her the determination she needed, and she pushed down her jeans slowly. When they were down, she shook off her shoes and pulled the jeans off.

“Leave your sock on, pet. The floor is cold.” He growled at her, letting his eyes run over her body in her purple lace underwear. Her panties were tiny, a matching set to her bra and had a little stones all over them, making the thing sparkle even in the dim lighting of the room.

“Should I take of the rest too?” she asked him quietly, already playing with the stone on her bra.

“Not yet. I want you to turn around and bend over.”

She slowly did as he said, hesitating only briefly before bending over and holding on to her knees. He moaned at the sight she presented to him. The panties were an actually thong, the slim string disappearing between her delicious, creamy globes, hinting at what lay between them.

He reached out with his hands, running them over her ass and jiggling the fleshy globes. He heard her breathing catch and get faster, before she moaned loudly when he grabbed the string of her tong and started pulling at it rhythmically.

“I want to try something with you, pet, if you would let me.” He said to her, still pulling that string and running his other hand over her flesh.

“W-what i-is it?” she asked him, groaning. He bent his head a bit and looked at her barely covered pussy, already seeing her wetness, her pink lips glistening and the string of her thong soaked through.

“I want to put you over my lap and spank you, pet. Not too hard, do not worry.”

“Spank me? I…yes, please!” she breathed, already turning around and looking at him like he was holding the Holy Grail.

“It will not hurt too much, right?” she asked and scrunching up her nose adorably.

“No. I will not make it hurt.” He answered her, palming his cock and squeezing at the base to stop himself from coming all over himself at her show of enthusiasm.

She looked down at his cock and licked her lips, which make him groan.

“Now, take off the rest of your clothing, pet and climb on my lap.”

She quickly complied, excited for what he had to offer. He would bet this was a fantasy of hers. As it was for him. He wanted her face down, ass up on his lap for the longest time, especially during her frantic hand-waving in his class.

After taking off her underwear, she climbed on the settee on his right side and draped herself over his lap. He barely had to correct her posture, so apparently she knew something about spanking.

“Tell me, pet, is this a fantasy of yours?” he voiced his thoughts, already running his hands over her ass, enjoying her skin.

“I… yes, I have imagined this a lot.”

“How come you even got the idea?” he asked her, considering if he should already start or haver her finish first. He decided on the later. If she told him where she had seen this, he could gauge how hard he could go.

“When I was home during the summer. I guess you know what the internet is? Well, I was watching some videos and there was one of a woman being spanked.” She said, hiding her face in the settee and behind her hair.

This will not do, he thought before gathering her hair in one hand and pushing it over her shoulder to hang down from the edge of the settee. He turned her face towards him slightly, so he could see her reaction and found her face flushed even more, with embarrassment and anticipation both.

“You mean you were watching porn. My, what a naughty little thing you are. Did it make you wet? Did it make your pussy weep for a good a hard cock to fuck it raw when you watched the woman be spanked?” he asked her, giving her a few soft smacks to the fleshiest part off her ass. He kept his eyes on what he could see of her face, trying to gauge her reactions. When he was sure what she liked, he would enjoy the ripple of her flesh and her pink skin while he was smacking her.

“Yesss, I liked it!” she moaned. “I was imagining you doing it to me over your desk later.” She added on quietly. He moaned at that and started spanking her a bit harder, which made her moan and squirm.

So she likes it a bit harder! He thought with pleasure, shifting his hips again and rubbing his cock on her belly slightly, already slick with his precum. She moaned again and started squirming more.

“Was she spanked hard or soft, pet? With a hand or a cane?”

“Hard! God, please spank me harder, Sir! I need it, I am such a bad girl, thinking about you fucking me all the time!” she at first moaned at him and then nearly yelled when he really started spanking her, laying into her. He still wasn’t spanking her too harshly, but with enough force to turn her ass first a light pink and then a deep pink with Goosebumps on her flesh. When her moans turned into her blabbering and then sniffing, he eased up on her slowly, enjoying the ripple of her flesh and the tearstains on her face.

It aroused him even more that she would let him hurt her in a way, that she took the pain from him and it made her feel pleasure. He stopped spanking her and started rubbing her ass, massaging her flesh. He felt a wet spot on his pants, before he took his hand and dipped it between her legs, growling at the wetness he felt there. She was so wet she was literally dripping all over him.

“Stand up, pet.” He said to her harshly. When she didn’t move quickly enough, he basically dragged her to her feet, made her kneel on the settee facing the back of it and bend her over it slightly. When she looked back over her shoulder at him, with a dazed look in her eyes, put three of his fingers in her pussy and stroked her almost brutally to an orgasm. When she started yelling out and trashing he aligned himself with her pussy and slammed home in one stroke. She screamed at this, because she was swollen with her orgasm and so tight, she nearly cut off his blood circulation. But he didn’t care, he just grabbed unto her hair, pulled her head back and started fucking her almost brutally, completely lost in her and the wet slide of her pussy over his thick cock.

It didn’t take him long before he felt his orgasm arrive. He quickly pulled out of her, turned her around so she was sitting in front of him and started jacking himself to an orgasm, coming all over her face. When there were only drops left inside of him, he put the head of his cock in her open mouth and squeezed the rest out unto her tongue.

“Stick out your tongue and show me, pet, before you swallow.” he said hoarsely.

Still dazed from the spanking and his rough fucking, she complied, looking up at him with her big, amber eyes. To his surprise, he got hard again when he looked at her.

“Do you want me to lick you clean, sir?” she asked him in a breathy voice.

“No. I want to taste you.” With this he went down on his knees, spread her legs and pulled her towards him. She was half sitting half laying on the settee when he put his mouth on her.
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