Yuleride

Chapter 15 ~ Slytherin House Strikes Again


Hermione and Severus retired to the wizard’s bedroom. It was just as sparse, if not more so than his study. Only a bed, dresser, wardrobe and a chair occupied his rooms. There were no portraits on the wall or anything on the floor. Still, Snape’s four-poster bed was large and firm, and once Hermione fell into it, she was out like a light.

Snape on the other hand, stared down at the witch consideringly.

Yes, tonight had been stellar and he had made a definite impression on her, but what would happen once she returned home and saw Ron? She was a Gryffindor after all, and as such she had a dismal and misguided sense of loyalty. It could be she would talk to her lover, or worse, show him what she needed, buoyed by her night with him.

That couldn’t happen. He wouldn’t let it.

Snape’s wheels started turning and shortly . . . he had a plan.

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Hermione awoke the next morning, her head resting on the pale shoulder of the Potions master, who stirred immediately when she shifted. His dark eyes opened and rested on her.

”Good morning,” the wizard purred, well aware of his morning erection. Rarely did he have the chance to indulge it.

”Good morning,” Hermione said, feeling shy and embarrassed as she looked at the wizard, remembering their shared night.

Snape looked at her, making no move. Hermione shifted away from him and sat up, feeling slightly uncomfortable under his gaze.

”I need to go,” she said shortly.

”Of course,” Snape purred.

Hermione felt a little twinge of disappointment that the wizard didn’t protest her wanting to depart so quickly, but she slid out of the bed, painfully aware of her nakedness.

”My clothes are still in the study,” she said unnecessarily.

”Yes, they are,” Snape agreed.

Hermione stood there, looking at the wizard, who was still beneath the sheets. The outline of his erection was clearly visible, but he made no move.

”I’m going to get dressed,” Hermione said.

”You do that,” Snape agreed, stretching.

He watched as Hermione exited his bedroom, then rolled out of bed and headed for the bathroom to relieve himself. His erection didn’t go down as he pissed. It wouldn’t. It was a true erection, not a morning hard-on. He returned to the bedroom, sat down on the edge of the bed and waited for Hermione to return. She did so, fully dressed.

“I’m . . . I’m leaving now,” she said softly, feeling awkward as she looked at the naked, pale wizard. His organ was erect, long and enticing.

”I imagine I will see you at the end of holiday,” the wizard said coolly, his black eyes resting on her.

”Yes,” Hermione agreed.

Severus rose from the bed and approached her.

“I will see you then,” he said, stopping a foot away from her. He made no attempt to close the distance, although his cock made a commendable effort.

Hermione looked at him, a bit of disappointment on her face. Didn’t he feel anything?

Snape looked at her soberly, his dark eyes glittering.

”Don’t interpret my not pouncing on you as a gauge as to what I would like to do, Hermione, but the fact of the matter is, you have a decision to make. Last night I did all I could do to sway you my way. The rest is up to you,” the wizard said silkily.

“I know,” Hermione responded, her eyes resting on his cruel mouth.

Snape stared at her for a moment, then said, “Come, let me walk you to the door.”

He caught her arm and guided her through the bedroom door and into the study. The wizard picked his robes off of the floor and slipped into them, buttoning a couple of fasteners, then picking up his wand. He walked to the wall that opened on to his office, Hermione following, watching as he pulled the torch and the wall slid up. He gestured to her to walk through.

Hermione did, her stomach in knots.

Snape followed her, once again bathed in shadow in the dim torchlight of his office.

”Until I see you next witch,” he said to her softly.

Wasn’t he even going to give her a parting kiss? Apparently not.

”Goodbye, Severus,” Hermione said in a subdued voice. She opened the office door, walked through and closed it behind her.

Snape stood there for several moments. Yes, he could have been more demonstrative. It would have been quite nice to kiss the witch, but then he would have been moved to do something more. Besides, it was better to let her leave hungry and wanting a response from him. It would make her think more. And he wanted her to think.

But Severus Snape was far too calculating to rely on the witch’s feelings alone. He had to do something, and he knew just what to do.

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Madam Natasha Simpers sat in her office going over her books. Business had been very good lately, the whores and gigolos bringing in top dollar. Pleasure was a business after all, and Madam Simpers House of Hooch was doing ample business.

There was a knock on the door. Natasha quickly put her books away.

”Come in,” she said.

A red-headed witch in a corset and high heels entered.

”There’s a Mr. Snape to see you, Madam,” she announced.

Snape? She hadn’t seen Severus Snape for more than a year. Things were looking up.

“Send him in,” the witch said, fixing her boa.

Snape swooped in, his dark eyes taking in the heavy set Madam in her red dress and feathered boa. He sat down in the cushy armchair before her huge mahogany desk.

”Professor Snape,” the Madam purred.

”Hello, Natasha,” the Potions master said informally.

“What can I do for you?” Natasha inquired, a smile on her lips. “How many girls do you need? It’s been a while since you’ve graced our doors.”

”I am in need of your services, but not for myself, Natasha. I want to make a ‘gift’ of one of your girls. One who is very skilled in the art of fellatio. It is for . . . a friend,” the Potions master said.

Natasha looked quite interested.

”A friend?” she asked.

”Yes,” Snape replied. “His name is Ronald Weasley and he works at Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes. Are you familiar with the place?”

”Oh yes,” Natasha replied, her hazel eyes glinting. This was something special. Something special meant galleons.

“I need one of your girls to pay him a visit and provide services. He isn’t expecting it, and it will require your girl to be rather . . . direct. He isn’t up on subtlety,” the Potions master said.

”I understand,” Natasha replied, “Do you want the full Monty?”

”No. No intercourse. This is to be strictly fellatio. I want him to receive the best blowjob possible. All the stops pulled out,” Snape said. “Only a blowjob. An extremely good one, one he will never forget. I am willing to pay double the going rate if you can provide this. It is important that the girl make a definite impression, but not reveal she is a prostitute. It has to seem like a random encounter.”

“What does he look like?” Natasha inquired, rather intrigued by the scenario.

Snape reached into his robes and pulled out a picture of a smiling, freckled Ron. He slid it over the desk.

Natasha studied it for a moment, then looked at Snape.

”I’m sure I can arrange this for you. When would you like him to be ‘visited?’” the Madam asked.

”As soon as possible. Today,” Snape replied, reaching into his pocket and drawing out a bag full of coin.

Natasha’s eyes glittered as he set it on her desk.

”Today it is then,” she assured the wizard, drawing the bag to herself.

Snape nodded, a thin smirk on his face.

If this went as well as he hoped, Hermione would soon call on him in the affirmative.

Slytherin House had struck again.

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A/N: End of Yuleride, Part 1. Thanks for reading.