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Teaching Miss Granger	By : OracleObscured Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 116943 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 14
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17 - Loose Lips Sink Ships
Draco rescued her from the library that night, sauntering in and “reminding” her they had “Head duties” to attend to. Once out in the hallway, he took her bag from her. “You’re not coming back tonight, are you?” It was more a statement than a question.
“I don’t think so.”
“Did you get in your requisite eight hours of revising?”
She gave him a very Snape-y eyebrow lift. “Did you get any?” It looked as though he’d been out flying.
“Don’t do that. It’s eerie. And for your information, I got in two hours before practice.”
Two hours of studying was like a warm up for her, but Draco was less structured.
“Please be sure to make Snape aware of my good deed here,” he said, indicating the library.
“Didn't he send you?”
“No, he just mentioned that you couldn’t get away early without looking suspicious. I took it upon myself to help you two out.”
Hermione smirked. “I’m sure he’ll be very appreciative.”
“Well, I like expensive chocolate and diamonds if you feel like thanking me.”
She rolled her eyes. “Oh good, I’ve already got a tiara picked out for you.”
He laughed and gave her sideways glance. “I’ll wear anything you like, you dirty girl. Didn’t know cross-dressing was your new kink. I doubt Snape’s going to go for that.”
“Shut up,” Hermione said with an embarrassed smile. “I don’t have a cross-dressing kink. But now I know why you’re so good at putting together outfits.”
She dodged down the hall to the dungeons before he could say anything.
“Stay out of my closet,” she called over her shoulder. “I’ve only got the one good dress and it’s not your color.”
Draco pinched his lips shut; he’d get her back for that at a later date. He’d never been into women's clothing (no pun intended), but obviously he’d never wear Granger’s. The girl had the saddest wardrobe he’d ever seen. It was almost utilitarian. Function over style. She had an interesting knicker collection, but the rest . . . ugh. He’d sooner transfer to Hufflepuff than be caught dead in a poly-cotton blend.
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Snape opened his office door to find a grinning Granger waiting outside. He double-checked the clock on the mantle. “This is early for you.” Stepping back, he waved her inside.
“I thought you said early.”
“I’m not complaining.”
Hermione smiled and took his proffered hand. “I have to admit it was Draco who got me here.”
“How’s that?”
“He came into the library and made a ‘Head’ excuse.”
Snape smirked. “I’ll have to remember that excuse myself. He’s been quite useful. More so than I imagined in the beginning. Have you thought any more about what I suggested?”
“No, I haven’t! I’ve been busy.”
“I see. I’d like to talk to you about tonight.” Sitting on the settee, he stood her between his knees.
Hermione’s stomach dropped. “What about tonight?” He looked quite serious.
“I know I said we could fuck now, but I’ve changed my mind.”
“You don’t want to have sex with me?” She didn’t know it would hurt so much to be turned down.
“What are you talking about? Of course I want to have sex with you. I just think you should stay as relaxed as possible until you’re feeling better. I want you to take the potions beforehand. They’ll keep you calm. The less stress you’re under, the faster you’ll heal.”
The sharp pain in her chest untwisted a little. “Oh. I thought . . . Wait, are you asking me?”
Severus assessed her (and the situation). “I have told you what I would prefer. If you have a different opinion, I would like to hear your concerns.”
There was a second where she almost laughed at his careful wording; then she decided he might not find it as amusing as she did. “I can stay calm without potions.”
He snorted.
“I can!”
He smiled. “As you’ve just proven.”
Hermione sealed her lips and looked away. Dammit. “What do you want to give me?”
“The Tranquility Draught will take care of your mental anxiety, but I’d like to give you a muscle relaxer too.”
“A muscle relaxer? I’m not in pain.” Her mum took muscle relaxers for her back sometimes.
“It will keep you physically relaxed while the Tranquility Draught keeps your mind quiet. I won’t lie, combined, they will get you high. However, I’ll be here to watch over you, and . . . I would be willing to let you chose the direction our evening takes.”
Oh, that is sneaky. He was bribing her. “What exactly do you mean by ‘high’?”
“Well . . . I’ve never done it myself, but I understand that it’s quite pleasant.”
“Will I remember what happens?”
“Yes.” He understood why she was asking. “I think your forgetfulness last night was from the sleeping potion. We’ll wait until later to give you that. If you even need it.”
“And we can do whatever I fancy?”
“As long as it’s not rough.”
Hermione sat in his lap and wrapped her arms around him. “You don’t have to drug me to take care of me. I like it.”
His eyes narrowed. “Don’t be absurd. I just want you to recover.”
She wouldn’t push it. “I’ll take your potions if you agree to my terms. I want them on the record before I lose my mind.”
“You’re not going to lose your mind. You’ll just be extremely easygoing.”
She smirked. “Do you promise to do whatever I ask?”
He let out a long sigh. Nothing in her eyes suggested he need be wary. “Very well.”
“I’d like you to bugger me.”
Relief rolled through him. “You don’t have to talk me into that.”
She smiled and kissed his neck. “I’d like to take a bath with you.”
A given. “That sounds fine.”
“I’d like you to lick me.”
He grinned as she nipped his ear. “Where?”
Hermione was already getting wet. “Everywhere.”
“I can do that.”
“And you’ll take care of me?”
“Yes.”
“Will you let me lick you?”
He almost laughed. “If you’re able. We’ll see how you feel.”
She bit her lip, double-checking that she’d said everything she wanted. “Okay, I’ll do it your way.”
He pulled the first phial from his coat pocket. She accepted it and tipped back the light blue liquid. A thundercloud rolled over her tongue.
“Let it take effect,” he murmured. “Let’s go start your bath.”
He led her by the hand into the cold bathroom. The calming was already beginning. She felt smooth and happy. Although, maybe that was just from being with him. His fingers rubbed her nipples through her shirt while the tub roared with water.
She was wearing a long sleeve t-shirt with her jeans. Her too tight jeans. And this shirt is like tissue paper. Her nipples stood out like bullets. “I can’t believe you just walk around like this,” he muttered.
Hermione looked up from his long fingers. “Don’t be jealous; I was wearing my robes most of the day.”
He sneered. “I’m not jealous. I just don’t want you putting out anyone’s eye.”
“Is that what you wore today?” she asked, surveying him up and down. “Making all the girls swoon?”
Her point was clear. Her clothing was no more revealing that his. He smirked at her. “Guilty.”
Her hand patted the placket of his trousers. She was feeling very relaxed. He unfastened her jeans and then pulled her shirt over her head. Hermione looked down at her tits. Her bra was pretty purple and sheer where the seams didn’t obscure the view. The bathroom was frigid, and her nipples were sharp as ice. When he grazed one, she moaned. Her hand gripped his growing erection through his trousers. She wanted to see him get hard (her favorite conjuring trick). With the air of an amused spectator, we watched her unzip his fly.
He had on black boxers. She’d only ever seen him wearing black, white or grey. A monochromatic surprise with every undressing. Easing them down his hips, Hermione eyed his cock. It was brick red. Maybe that’s because we just had sex this morning. Did his skin get raw from fucking too much? It seemed possible. She’d bruised her clit before.
His balls looked heavy, as if they were tired. Smiling, she cupped her hand under them and gave them a boost. There, that’s better. His dick poked her, leaving a shiny dot on her forearm. Hermione giggled silently. His shirt kept getting in her way, blocking her view and catching in her fingers. She got it off of him and went back to his prick.
She wanted to kneel down and taste him—see how hard he could get. Using her middle finger, she tapped under the head, delighted by the way it levitated above her finger. His snicker made her smile up at him. He gave her a soft kiss on the lips and told her to step out of her clothes. Looking down, she realized she was naked. How did he do that? I must pay attention.
Severus took her to the tub and got her to sit then climbed in behind her. He’d wait until they got out before he gave her the other potion. She was already swarming him, sliding up his chest, kissing her way to his face.
“How’re you feeling?” he rasped as her tongue found his ear.
She had to take a breath before she could talk. “Like I’ve got molasses in my veins.”
Severus chuckled and stroked her back. She rested her head on his shoulder with a sigh.
“I’ve got to get your arse clean, pet.”
Hermione thought that sounded fun. “How?”
“Well, I was going to do it the usual way, but we could try it manually.”
“I hope that means a finger in my bum.”
“A very soapy finger. I might need to rinse you out with the bulb when we’re done. I don’t want to wind up with a tongue full of soap later.”
She shook her head. “No. You don’t. Trust me, it’s disgusting.”
Snape swallowed a laugh. “You didn’t like having your mouth washed out?”
“No, I did NOT. I could taste it all night.”
“I wanted to leave a lasting impression,” he explained, running one hand down to her backside.
It was Hermione’s turn to snort. “Everything you do leaves a lasting impression.”
Snape traced the crack of her arse, teasing her puckered opening. She moaned and snuggled in deeper, her breath hot on his neck. Severus held up his hand, and the soap zipped to it like iron to a magnet. As he worked up a lather, he she began to squirm. She hadn’t even lasted ten minutes. How bad would she have been if I hadn’t given her that Tranquility Draught? As soon as he began to rub between her cheeks again, she started humping him.
Hermione growled into his shoulder. She wanted more. Another finger. His cock. Anything. Her head felt nice and floaty . . . a little thick (but not heavy). She kissed his neck while he cleaned her. Another finger slipped in.
“More,” she muttered.
“Ask me nicely,” he chided.
Hermione nuzzled his ear. “Please, Severus. One more finger.”
He acquiesced. The panting in his ear increased. Even without her incessant fidgeting, he would be rock hard from that sound alone. She got a little tense when he went deeper. They hadn’t done it in a while. “Would you like your plug, pet? We could leave it in until you’re relaxed.”
“Your fingers are better,” she whispered.
He nodded. “As you wish.”
When her passage seemed clean enough, he turned her around and guided her bum down to the water. Holding her open, he let the water rinse her clean, rubbing until he couldn’t feel any more slickness. The lack of lubricant was clearly bothering her, so he pulled out and let her rest. They could continue things in the bed.
“How do you feel?” he asked, teasing one of her pebbled nipples.
“Pretty decent.”
“Not dizzy?’
“Only a little.”
“Good. Let’s move to the bed. There’s no room in here.”
Hermione smiled and let him help her out of the tub. He rubbed her dry with a towel, smirking whenever she moaned. He produced a phial of deep blue liquid threaded though with red. It looked as if it had a circulatory system. Hermione took a deep breath then, before she had any second thoughts, swallowed it all as fast as she could. It was as tasteless as water. “How fast will this work?”
“A few minutes.”
“You won’t let anything bad happen, right?”
He held her face between his hands and kissed her reassuringly on the lips. “Never.”
“Promise you’ll be nice?”
Severus smiled. “That’s not really in my repertoire.”
Hermione smiled back. Yes it is. “I’m nervous.”
He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her forehead. “You trust me, don’t you?”
“Yes, of course,” she answered, burying her face in his chest.
“I promise you’ll like it. When you wake up tomorrow, you’ll feel better than you have in weeks.”
“Will you kiss me?” she whispered, toying with his nipple.
He tilted back her head and bent to her lips. Hermione let him take over. It was so sweet, and his hand was stroking her back in slow circles. When his tongue met hers, she clung to his neck, her knees going soft. He overtook her, filling her thoughts. There were no NEWTs, no secrets, no Head duties, no smirking Draco. Her brain had one train of thought, and he was it.
Her limbs went first, the potion turning them to limp noodles. She could still move and flex, but everything was flowing and soft. Her head was stuffed with cotton. It was surreal, bordering on disconnected; but Severus was right there, holding her closer and keeping her centered. He must have felt the loosened jangle of her arms, because he picked her up, and they glided toward the bed. It was nice but distorted. Like a dream. He propped her up on the pillows and climbed in next to her.
“Feeling all right?” he asked.
“Yes, sir.” She knew she sounded a little slurry, but the words and her muscles seemed to be flowing on the same current.
Hermione saw his smile before he hid his face in her neck. Oh my God! Do his lips always feel like that? She felt it through her entire body, her eyes rolling back in her head. He moved down to her breasts, and the pull on her nipples reached all the way to her toes. Her pussy was like warm silk when she rubbed her thighs together.
One of her hands was in his hair, and she couldn’t stop stroking him. It was like petting a greasy cat, but she barely registered the lank locks. His hair slipped through her fingers like water. So soft. The sucking on her nipple was constant and rhythmic, lulling her even deeper into fuzzy bliss. Hermione suddenly realized she was babbling, and she had no idea how long it had been going on or what had been said.
Severus went to her other breast, listening to her mindless commentary. She’d said “God” enough times to apply to a nunnery. The stroking of his head was relaxing, but he was starting to feel like a pony at a petting zoo. He let her go on though—whatever kept her calm. He’d be glad when the dark circles left her eyes and they could fuck properly again. Slow and sweet was a nice detour, but he didn’t want to make it his home.
She made a noise he’d never heard before: a strange surprised groan. Her hand went to the back of his neck, holding him to her chest. He laughed to himself. I guess she likes it. As if that wasn’t clear from her rambling praise.
“I’m gonna come,” she muttered.
Severus almost stopped to look up at her but decided to take her at her word. He kept the same tempo but increased the suction. She scrabbled at his upper back, trying to get hold or force him closer (he wasn’t sure which). With a cry, her body twitched into his face, her back arching as if in spasm.
When she finally quieted, he released her tit with a small pop. “Did you just come?”
“Yes, sir.”
“What did it feel like?” He’d never seen her come from nipple stimulation alone. In fact, he’d only known one other woman to do so. Maybe the potion combination produces some kind of aphrodisiac effect or tactile sensitivity. He contemplated the possibility that it could have also been because he’d spent so long in the same spot. He usually used her nipples to tease her, get her dripping; he never considered staying there indefinitely.
“Nice,” she panted. “Weird. Like my clit and nipples were connected.”
“Are you ready for more?”
“I think I’m raw.”
Snape laughed. “I meant elsewhere.” His hand strayed down to her pubic hair.
“Oh . . . yessir.”
Severus got between her legs and parted her lips with one hand. The shine was blinding. He ran one finger through her folds and grinned. “Your pussy seems to have struck oil. I hope you don’t mind, but I intend to fuck this before we get to your arse.”
Hermione smiled. “I don’t mind.”
He pushed two fingers inside and felt the bumpy swell at her front wall. With a curl and prod, he heard the telltale slosh of impending release. Snape stroked the swollen spot over and over, her legs spreading wider for him. His other hand stayed near the area she liked around her urethra, wanting to save her clit for later. Her body started to shake, a deep internal trembling, as though she were chilled to the bone.
A whimper broke the silence, and her muscles pushed him out. He kept his other finger rubbing just above her entrance as clear liquid flowed out of her like a stream. It was beautiful to watch; the trembling built to a shake as the juice pulsed from her. She jerked and twitched in a breathless return to reality. He was ready to fuck her. More than ready.
“Severus,” she whispered. Her throat felt dry from panting.
He hovered over her, waiting for her to say more. When she didn’t, he traced her lips with his wet fingers. “Look how much you’re enjoying yourself,” he teased as she licked at his fingers.
“My pussy’s buzzing.”
He smirked. “Really? It looked as if it was overflowing to me. Are you ready for my cock, or do you need a break?”
“Cock,” she affirmed with a hazy nod.
His smirk turned to a grin as the tip of his dick pressed into her soaked snatch. A watery fist slipped and squeezed at his length. It only took a few thrusts before his bollocks were drenched. The sound of her was glorious; he couldn’t get enough. One of her arms went around his shoulders, and she held onto him as he gently fucked her. The musky, sweet scent of her sex invaded his nostrils. His room was going to smell like a brothel before the night was over.
Hermione felt like a bundled wire. There was a buzzing in her body like an electric current, but it was all muted and grounded by the lax blunting of her muscles. Severus was right above her, his hair hanging in his face as he surveyed her reactions. He wasn’t a pretty wizard, but she was entranced by his face. He was the sexiest man she knew. Her pussy squished in agreement. Hermione smiled, wondering if he was just fucking her so he could hear it. Her fingers reached up and touched his lips. She plied at them until he growled and nipped her (then licked the digit in apology). His mouth was fascinating. He sucked her finger for a couple of seconds before he pinned down her hand beside her head.
“How do you want me to fuck your arse, love? Like this, or do you want to be on your front?”
“Side,” she managed to whisper. “Mirror.”
He chuckled. “Like the first time?”
“Yessir.”
When he pulled out of her, she made a noise of protest at the emptiness; he kissed her into silence. Snape rolled to his side, pulling her back to his chest. She was toasty warm, and he made sure she was comfortable before summoning the mirror. Rolling over to the table, he found the lube. One hand guided her upper leg toward her chest, and he exposed her dark crevice to the light then sank down to observe. Her hole was shiny with her juices, and his tongue licked her clean. The nonsensical babbling began again.
Her hips arched and rolled the more he licked—a fidgety dance of excitement. When he slipped up inside her, she shouted into the pillow. No more words, just guttural moans and whines. Severus used the lube to slick her passage. She kept trying to ride his finger, and he couldn’t wipe the smile off his face. Her usually desperate cries and begging were all slurred to syrup. He greased his cock with lube and touched the tip to her entrance. “Are you ready, pet?”
“Yessssss.” Her head was swimming with need.
With gentle pressure, he pushed inside her. There was a second of tension, and then she moaned as he sank steadily inside. The heat surrounding him was stifling.
“Oh my god, Sev’rus,” she panted.
He snaked his hand round to her breast, tweaking her nipple. “Do you like that, pet?”
“Y-e-e-es,” the word skipped out of her on a whimper. Even the feel of being impaled was softened by the potion.
He pressed his chest into her back, brushing her hair out of his face. “You feel like warm caramel around my cock,” he rumbled in her ear.
Hermione shivered. Words failed her, so she just held onto his arm.
“Watch the mirror, pet. Look how sexy you are.”
Opening her eyes, she saw him watching her in the reflection. His black eyes were all she could see.
Snape's hand trailed down to her clit, and he lightly grazed it back and forth. “You’re so beautiful, love. Are you going to come while I’m fucking your arse?”
She nodded.
His lips curled into a half-smile. “Can’t you tell me?”
Her mouth opened, but it took a few seconds before any sound came out. A croak of pleasure was all she could manage.
“Hermione Granger speechless,” he teased. “I’ll make note for the record books.”
“Sev’rus,” she breathed.
“Mmm. There’s my good girl.”
The sensations were unrelenting. Overwhelming. He was watching her in the mirror, beetle black eyes locked on her face. His cock was adamantine, filling her past capacity. One of his fingers slipped to her vagina and teased her entrance as his thumb stroked her clit. The tickle at her pussy was unbearable. The pressure was squashing her.
“That’s it, pet. Just relax. Breathe.”
Her next inhale was a cool relief. The dense head of his cock was hitting her so deeply she was seeing stars. “Unh!”
Severus kissed the side of her face, trailing back to her ear. “Come for me, Hermione. I can’t hold off much longer.” He could, but he’d say whatever she needed to hear. “I love fucking your arse, love. Nothing feels this good.”
She smiled. His voice was everywhere, reverberating down her spine and wrapping her pussy in vocal honey. Her fingers clasped around his forearm. She could feel the hard flex of tendons bulging and flattening as he toyed with her pussy.
“Yes, love. Hold on to me. Don’t let go till you’re coming around my cock. Use your nails. Mark me.”
Hermione didn't want to hurt him. He didn’t need two scarred arms. But she curled her fingers so her nails would leave half-moon anchor points.
Snape smirked into her neck. He couldn’t tell if she was weak from the potion or if she was avoiding his request. “Go on, love,” he whispered. “Scratch me. I’ll think of you every time I feel it . . . think about being here with you in my bed, my cock buried in your tight little arse.”
“Tell me you care about me,” she slurred in a hushed voice.
He lost a stroke on that. She always wanted it dirty. He started a faster pace while he decided what to say. It was impossible to see in her head from behind; he didn’t know if she was just scared or if she needed reassurance for some particular reason. “You are the only witch I think about—the only thing I care about.” He realized as he said it, it was true. With the Dark Lord vanquished, not much seemed important.
“Wanna stay . . with you . . . forever,” she panted.
He knew that was the potion talking, but he felt an uncomfortable warmth in his belly at her words. Forever is a long time, little girl. He wouldn’t argue with her while she was high; that was a fool’s conversation. “Thank you, pet. You’re too sweet for an old blowhard like me.”
“Not old,” she muttered.
He breathed a chuckle into her warm skin. “But still a blowhard?”
“No.”
“No?”
“No,” she repeated.
“I need to start drugging the whole school. I’ll be everyone’s favorite teacher by the end of the week.”
She grinned. “Sev’rus?”
“Yes, my sweet little lioness?” he whispered into her neck.
“I’m close. Please.”
“Tell me what you need,” he breathed in her ear, keeping a steady pulse on her clit with one finger.
“Don’stop. Tell me . . . what you like . . . what you want.”
“What I like? Oh, pet, where should I begin?”
“D’you fantasize abou’ me?”
“Constantly.”
“Tell me. Please.”
It was difficult to think and fuck. The overbearing tightness of her bum was strangling his brain. “In class, I repeatedly have the urge to call you up front and bend you over my desk—show everyone how wet your knickers are. How I’m the only one who can smell you is beyond comprehension. As soon as I’m within a five foot radius, my dick starts twitching. Olfactory recognition.”
Hermione couldn’t stop the dopey grin from sliding over her face. “I’ve dreamt that.”
“Being displayed for your classmates?”
“You spanked me. Caned me. Then ate me.”
Severus smiled. “That’s what naughty Head Girls get. How did it make you feel?”
“Embar’ssed. Wet.”
She was flowing like a river, clearly on the edge of climax. Snape slid his middle finger inside and focused on her clit. “I’d like to show everyone your juicy, pink pussy. Let them see how much wetter it gets as soon as I touch your arse. The way you twitch and moan and spread your legs when I spank you. Would you beg for it in front of an audience, pet?”
“Unh!” She had to bite her lip to keep from screaming.
“I’d leave you pleading for my cock. Where would you tell everyone you wanted it? Would you be too embarrassed to admit how desperately you needed a thorough buggering? Or would you proclaim your desires for all to hear, tell anyone who would listen who makes you come night after night?”
“Severus!” The tension peaked. Her muscles clamped hard around him as her clit radiated, turning her whole body into orgasmic convulsions.
Right first time. He couldn’t hold out any longer and didn’t need to. His seed spilled deep in her rectum, leaving his presence in every nook of her body.
He was drained, his balls just dry husks of their former selves. Severus stayed inside her as she trembled with aftershocks, pulling her tight to keep her warm.
“Oh my God,” she whispered after a few breathless minutes.
“Hear, hear,” he muttered into her hair.
Covering the hand at her breast with her own, Hermione closed her eyes and let the encroaching drift take over her brain. There was a gentle rocking to the bed (or the room, she couldn't be certain), which reminded her of being out to sea, waves lapping at the boat. It was rhythmic and soothing. Severus’s breathing kept blowing her hair like the ocean breeze.
“Are you ready to go to sleep, love?”
“No.”
“Don’t be petulant. I want you to get plenty of rest tonight.”
“Are you going to sleep?”
“It’s not even 10:30." Her areola felt silky under his finger as he circled it.
“I want to be with you.”
Snape wanted to argue that she’d still be with him whether she was asleep or awake but decided against it. It wouldn’t do any harm to let her stay up with him for a bit. “Very well. How are you doing?”
“Quite well, thank you.”
He chuckled. “I wasn’t asking to be polite. I need to know how you feel.”
“Oh. V’ry…floaty. Open.”
“Groggy?”
“No. Kinda spacey.”
He could have guessed that by the lilt in her voice. “Do you need anything?”
Hermione opened her eyes and watched him in the mirror. He was staring at her neck, playing with a strand of her hair. See? You are nice. “Jus’ stay inside me, okay?”
Severus hadn’t considered any alternative.
- - - - - - - - - -
Hermione drifted in her gloriously empty head, tracing the outline of Snape’s fingers as he held her.
Severus enjoyed the silence; it gave him time to think. When she yawned, he checked the clock. “It’s getting late, love. Time to sleep.”
Hermione felt him pull out of her, shivering at the cold air on her back. She drank the sleeping potion he gave without arguing. Flopping over, she rested on his chest. His nipples seemed unduly fascinating; she couldn’t keep her fingers off them. Her head got heavier and heavier until it felt as though her skull had been filled with concrete. Still she pinched and fingered his nipple like a shiny, new knut, amused by his growls and sighs.
“Sev’rus?”
“Yes, pet?”
“Didju really mean what you said t'night . . . about the desk and ev’rything?”
“Yes.”
“You can’t really smell me in class, can you?”
“I most certainly can. And I lied. I’m not the only one who notices. Draco can smell you too.”
She pinched his nipple weakly between her fingers. “He cannot!”
“Yes, he can. I can see it in his face. Every time you get out of your chair or walk by him, he stares at your skirt as if it's mating season.”
“What if ev’rybody else can smell me too?”
She sounded worried, which made him laugh. “I doubt Potter and Weasley would be able to identify the aroma.”
“Harry would.”
“What!”
She giggled groggily. “I don’t mean mine.”
“Are you referring to the Weasley girl?”
“Yes.”
“I bet her brother loves that.”
“Maybe I should find some thicker knickers,” she mused.
“Don’t you dare.”
Hermione smiled and went back to his chest. Her eyelids were starting to fall. After a couple silent minutes, she suddenly groaned. “Sev’rus!"
“What’s the matter?”
“I need the loo.”
He bit back another laugh. “Can you walk?”
“The room is spinning.”
“I’ll carry you.”
Snape got her to the edge of the bed and picked her up. She shivered from the chill and wrapped her arms around him, trying to stay warm. Carrying her to the bathroom, he set her down by the toilet. She practically fell onto it then curled into a shivery ball, holding her knees while she went. Guess you’re not as embarrassed when you’re exhausted. He went to the sink and washed his dick while she finished.
Hermione stumbled around, holding onto the back of the toilet as she flushed it. He was right behind her, holding her steady.
“Ready?”
“Yes. Thank you.”
He chuckled as he picked her back up. “Think nothing of it.”
“You’re my sweet Severus,” she slurred, petting the side of his face.
He set her down on the bed, and she rolled into her spot.
“I am not sweet, Miss Granger,” he corrected and headed back toward the bathroom.
“Where’re you going?”
“You inspired me,” he drawled.
Hermione heard him weeing and turned her face into the pillow so he wouldn’t hear her laugh. She hadn’t really heard that many blokes go before. You’d think between Harry and Ron, I’d’ve had some experience with that. It all seemed rather personal, and it made her smile to know that he didn’t care that she heard.
He came back and got under the covers with her, pulling her close to keep them both warm. Her hand crept down his belly and traced the sensitive juncture of his thigh until she reached his sac. Hermione cupped him and snuggled closer.
“Are you falling asleep or trying to keep me up?”
She rolled his balls around. “Falling asleep.”
“Whatever gets you there, pet.”
“Nighty night, Sev’rus.”
“Goodnight, Miss Granger. I’ll wake you in the morning. We can take a nice shower and clean you up then.”
“Hermione,” she muttered.
“What?”
“Keep calling me Hermione. You only call me Miss Granger when I’m in trouble.”
He hadn’t thought of that. “Do I?”
She rubbed her thumb around, feeling the contours of his balls. “Yes. Not in trouble, am I?”
“No, you’ve been a very good patient tonight.”
Hermione giggled spastically. “I’d play doctor with you anytime.”
“I’ll keep that in mind. Go to sleep, love. I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Night, Severus. Dream about me.”
Every night, he thought to himself. “Sleep,” he whispered.
“Sleep,” she muttered back. “‘Kay. Love you.”
He stared at her riotous curls blankly for a minute before he could speak. “Hermione?”
There was no answer; she was already out. She’s just tipsy from the potions. Severus didn’t know if that made it better or worse. He stayed awake for the next two hours wondering if she really meant it . . . and which answer he wanted.
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The next several days went as smoothly as the week before NEWTs could go. Snape acted as though she hadn’t said anything out of the ordinary, and she never brought it up, so he assumed she had no idea what she’d said. Peering in her head revealed no deception.
Every night she returned to him, and he gave her a phial of sleeping potion. She readily agreed to anything he suggested, so he got her off once each night using his fingers (or tongue on Tuesday). She sucked his cock and jerked him off as if she were addicted to his reaction and needed it to keep herself calm.
When she was in class on Wednesday, he made it a point to draw attention to where she’d come on his desk the night before. Hermione blushed and squirmed when he gave her a conspiratorial look and leaned over the desk in the exact same position he’d used with her. I bet he can still smell me on the wood.
He could.
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She showed up that night looking particularly discombobulated. When he got her into his room, she immediately blurted out that her period had started.
“And?” he asked.
Hermione rolled her eyes. “And I thought I should mention it before you shoved your tongue up my twat,” she snapped.
One black eyebrow rose. “I don’t know whom it is you think you’re speaking to in that tone of voice.”
Looking shocked at herself, she clapped her hands over her mouth. “I’m sorry, Severus. I’m just tired.”
“Haven’t you been sleeping?”
“Yes. It’s just . . . I’m sometimes tired the first day. I’ll be totally normal tomorrow.”
“I see. Perhaps you should return to your room and get some sleep,” he said, holding out the night’s phial to her.
The look on her face went from apologetic to stricken. “I’m really sorry. Please don’t be cross. I’ll be nice, I promise.”
Snape nodded. “I’m not upset. I just don’t want you pushing yourself so close to NEWTs.”
Her face crumpled, and she covered it with her hands. Hermione knew she was just overly emotional from hormones and stress, but it made her feel ridiculous and weak to burst into tears in front of him.
It felt as if someone were stabbing him in the gut. He didn’t mean to make her cry. “See? You need rest, pet,” Severus murmured, pulling her against his chest and patting her head. “You’re a bundle of nerves.”
She sniffled into his coat. “Please don’t send me away.”
Severus sighed, trying to decide what to do. “You can stay if you'd like. But I want you to calm down.”
“Yes, sir.”
Except during class, she had barely called him sir since the prior week. It was a bad habit he’d have to break her of before introducing her to any other dominants. Her choice of words in such a state told him that she missed the discipline.
“Do you need a spanking?” he asked the top of her head.
Hermione shivered, goosebumps springing up along her arms and legs. “Yes, sir.”
“Turn around.”
She turned to the closed door. He lifted her skirt and pulled her knickers up between her cheeks, running his hand over the faded marks lingering from when he’d last caned her; they where just ghosts of their former glory. “All right. Come get over my knee.” He went to the settee and guided her across his lap. When he pulled down her knickers, the snake head glittered back at him. “Let’s start with five minutes. Are you ready?”
“Yes, sir,” she whispered.
She’d almost forgotten how much it hurt. His hand felt huge, slapping across each cheek like thunder. The sting was deep, fading to a heat that went even deeper. It hadn’t even been a minute, but she was already kicking the floor and trying to wiggle away.
“Keep still,” he growled.
Hermione tried to lock her legs, but they twitched with every hit. She shouted and moaned as tears streamed down her face. He wasn’t going so fast it made her bawl, but she felt as if her bum was going to burst into flames, and she was helpless to put it out.
Her backside had gone scarlet. Snape checked the clock and counted down the last thirty seconds. When he rubbed the heated curve of her rump, she let out a shaky sigh, sounding relieved.
“Thank you, sir,” she mumbled.
“You’re welcome, pet. Next time, don’t wait until you snap. Come and tell me what you need.”
“Yes, sir.”
He helped her to sit and pulled her onto his lap. “I think you’d better not climax until Friday night.”
“What!”
“I hardly think waiting a day and a half is beyond your abilities.”
He hadn’t denied her orgasm for so long, she didn’t know if she could stand it . . . and she was always hornier at the start of her period (a messy but inevitable fact she’d come to accept). “Yes, sir. I can still come to see you tomorrow night, right?”
“If you'd like, you may come and study in my office while I grade essays.”
“Yes, I’d like that.”
“Then I’ll see you tomorrow night,” he replied, kissing her forehead. “Be good.”
“Are you sending me to bed?”
“Yes. And I want you to actually go to sleep not go back to your room and read for another two hours.”
“Yes, sir.”
He helped her stand and put her knickers back in place, tracing the line of of her sex through the thin cotton. “I’ll spank you again tomorrow if you need it.”
Hermione growled, knowing she’d want it but also knowing it would leave her soaked and desperate.
Snape chuckled and stood, turning her face up to his. “If you want me to spank you tomorrow, bring Draco with you to watch.”
Her brown eyes flared. “Why?”
“Because I like the way it embarrasses you, and I want you to get used to having someone watch.”
She clenched her teeth. “All right.”
He smiled and leaned down, kissing her softly. His tongue tapped her lips until she unlocked her jaw and let him in. Hermione sank into him, forgetting her irritation. His tongue was better than any potion he could give her.
She could still feel his lips on hers as she wandered back to her room.
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Hermione wound up giving in and asking Draco to go with her to Snape’s Thursday night. He seemed confused about why they were relocating until she explained the situation (which got a knowing smirk).
When Snape saw Draco trailing in behind her, he shook his head, amused but proud of her. That’s my girl. He let them continue their studying while he graded the first and second-years’ essays.
After almost two hours, his eyes were burning, and Snape couldn’t stand to read one more sentence of inane drivel. He needed to get out of his own head. “Are you ready to get over my knee, Miss Granger?”
She looked surprised to find herself in his office, having been lost in her book for too long.
“Yes, sir,” she answered, glancing at Draco.
Severus motioned for her to come over. When she was over his knee, he pushed down her knickers and patted her cheeks. “Tell me what you want, pet.”
Hermione could feel Draco’s eyes on her, his pretend disinterest, waiting for her to speak.
“Please spank me, sir,” It made her heart pound to say it with someone else there.
“Good girl. Count them. And if you get wet, I’m going to let Draco spank you next.”
Her eyes widened. You know I’m going to get wet. It’s not as if I can stop it. The first slap startled her out of her internal dialogue. “One.”
He didn’t give her much time, not caring what number she said, just wanting to hear the change in her voice as she fought the sting and arousal. She was at thirty before his hand started to prickle with painful heat. Her restrained wiggling was a sight to behold; it was clear she wanted to hump his thigh.
“Fifty!” She hissed, wiping the tears from her face. He stopped, and she collapsed with relief.
“My hand’s tired, pet. Go ask Draco for the next fifty.”
Hermione’s heart stuttered into high gear. There were all kinds of problems she had with that order. Ask? Another fifty? Taking her time, she got off of Snape’s lap and stood awkwardly for a few seconds while she tried to decide if she should pull up her knickers.
“Leave your knickers where they are, Miss Granger,” Snape warned. “Go on. Ask nicely.”
She took the few steps over to the Head Boy and stared at his hands while she thought of what to say. Her face flamed with heat as soon as she opened her mouth. “Will you please spank me, Malfoy?”
“Not good enough, Miss Granger,” Snape rumbled.
Hermione sighed and stared up at the ceiling. Like this isn’t embarrassing enough. She couldn’t look at him. “Draco, I’ve been a very bad girl. I snapped at you yesterday, and I’m sorry. Will you please spank me? I need it.”
Malfoy smirked. “How many do you want?”
“Fifty.”
“Recently, you suggested that I would enjoy modeling your wardrobe. That wasn’t very nice.”
Snape didn’t know what they were talking about, but the way she fidgeted suggested she was nervous . . . or that she felt guilty.
“I was just teasing.”
“I’ll give you twenty-five for snapping at me yesterday and twenty-five for your rude insinuation. But those last twenty-five are going to hurt.” He glanced at Snape to see if there were any objections. The Potions master had a small smile playing on his lips.
“I’m sorry, Draco. Really.”
“Tell me again when I’m finished.”
Hermione looked back at Snape to see if he would say anything to save her. He just arched an eyebrow that said she’d better get on with it. Some hero you are. She turned back to Malfoy and nodded. “All right.”
He helped her over his lap, trying to hide the buoyancy of his cock. The sniping didn’t really bother him. He knew she was ragging and didn’t take it personally. But he was going to get her back for her careless comment. Anyone could have overheard, and he had enough gossip to deal with being an ex-Death Eater.
Malfoy pushed up her skirt and shoved her knickers further down to her knees. Her bum was bright red from the first round with Snape. Draco pressed a finger against her warm skin and watched the spot turn white before refilling with color. “You can keep counting, Granger. I don’t want to keep track.”
Hermione just stopped herself from saying "yes, sir." He smacked her bum, and she let out a tense breath. He wasn’t hitting her as hard as Snape had. It stung, but didn’t make her eyes water. “One.”
The pace was slow and steady; she didn’t know if she should be grateful that it didn’t hurt too much or annoyed that it was turning her on. If Snape would just let her come, she wouldn’t be so worried; but with the required wait, Draco was just adding to her torment. When she said “twenty-five," he stopped and gave her a break. Reaching back, she rubbed at the sting for a second before he swatted away her hand.
“Keep your hands down.” Malfoy shifted his legs so her body was at a sharper angle. “Don’t lose count, or I’ll have to start over.”
The first hit made her gasp. She couldn’t count until he hit her again. “Twenty-six. Twenty-seven!”
“No, Granger. You missed the first one. Go back.”
You evil little ferret! With the next hit she growled, “Ow! Twenty-six!”
She struggled and kicked so much that by the time he got to thirty-five he had to shift her around again so he could pin down her legs with his thigh. “Stop moving.”
“Thirty-six!” she hissed. Her bum was on fire. He’d obviously retained everything Snape had taught him about how to punish someone. “OW! Thirty-seven!”
He could see several overlapping outlines of his handprint on her cheeks. His hand stung like hell, but he wasn’t going to let up. She was crying through the last ten, sniffling and digging her fingers into his calf. He was glad when it was over, but not sorry that he’d done it. He was worried that she'd never speak to him again. Besides Blaise, she was his only friend. Pulling his leg off her, he stroked her bum while she caught her breath.
“What do you say to Draco?” Snape chided.
Hermione sniffled and bit her lip. “Thank you, Draco. I’m sorry.”
“You’re welcome, and you’re forgiven.” He looked at Snape for further instruction. The older man motioned that he should keep doing what he was doing. Malfoy gently rubbed her bum. She shuddered, taking deep breaths to slow her breathing.
There was a conflict in Severus over whether to calm her crying or let Malfoy do it. He decided that they needed to resolve things on their own (but he was going to check on her before she left). He was impressed Draco had the fortitude to really punish her. The boy had seemed so uncomfortable with her crying. It didn’t appear that Draco was just arbitrarily seeking revenge. If she’d said something rude to him, she needed to know that disrespect wasn’t acceptable . . . especially when that person could spank her. Severus gestured to Draco that he needed to make her feel better.
Malfoy nodded and ran his hand over her back. “Come on, Granger. It’s over now.” He helped her up, pulling her knickers back into place so she wouldn’t have to bend down. “Are you cross with me?” he asked, looking up at her tear-streaked face.
“I don’t know,” she whispered, unable to meet his eye.
Taking her hand, he kissed the backs of her fingers. “Say you forgive me.”
Hermione bit her tongue to keep from smiling.
“Come along now. I can see you want to. Say I’m your best mate and you’d be lost without my unerring taste and sensibilities.”
“Don’t be a prat.”
Malfoy smirked and brought her other hand to his lips then whispered so only she could hear, “Don’t be angry, but I’m hard as a rock. I think I need a hug.”
Hermione couldn’t help smiling. “You’re sick.”
“I learned it from you."
Hermione put her hand on his head and stroked his hair. It was so bloody soft; he felt like a bunny. “One hug,” she whispered back. “But if you come on me, I’m not saving you from Snape.”
He nodded in agreement and stood, wrapping his arms around her shoulders. She made no attempt to avoid the bulge in his trousers, and he wasn’t about to pull away. His dick throbbed when her belly pressed against him. Leaning down, he whispered in her ear, “Ask Snape if I can come all over your arse.”
She pulled back, smiling, and pushed at his chest. “NO! Definitely not.”
“Come on! Why not?”
“Because I’ve been spanked enough for one night.”
“What is it, pet?” Severus cut in.
“Draco’s propositioning me,” she said, pulling out of Draco’s arms and falling into Snape’s.
“Is he?” He gave the Head Boy a dark look.
“Thanks a lot, Hermione." He sat back down before Snape got a good look at the tent in his trousers. “For the record, I only suggested she ask. Ask!” he emphasized.
Snape turned to Hermione. “Ask what?”
She wasn’t so sure she should say. But Snape would see if she didn’t tell. “He wanted your permission to come on my bum.”
Draco slapped his forehead and rubbed his eyes, wondering when the hex would hit and how bad the damage would be.
Severus thought fast. The idea of another man coming on her made his blood boil, but . . . Draco had been more than helpful to both of them, and it might be just the thing he needed to push her boundaries to the next level. Maybe I need to lighten up. Draco’s an ally not an enemy. “Would you like that, pet?”
Hermione was shocked. “I’d rather you come on me,” she said hopefully.
“I know you would. But would you mind if it was Draco?”
She looked over to see Malfoy mirroring her look of surprise. “No, I wouldn’t mind.”
“What would you be willing to do for the privilege, Malfoy?”
Draco couldn’t imagine what Snape had in mind, but he was willing to hear him out. “I don’t know. What are you suggesting?”
“Five strokes of the paddle. Let Miss Granger watch.”
Hermione’s eyes went wide. Is he serious? Her eyes darted to Draco. The blond was too good at concealing his emotions; she couldn’t read anything in his face.
Draco’s mind raced. In his current state, he thought it sounded like a decent deal. A little pain for a little pleasure. It would be humiliating, but she’d been in far worse circumstances in front of him. “Trousers and shorts on?”
“Off.”
“How hard?”
“As hard as I deem necessary.”
That could mean anything. “Can I heal it when we’re done?”
“Yes.”
“Paddle before or after I come?”
“Before.”
“And after that I get to come on her bare arse?”
“By your own hand, yes.”
Draco glanced at Hermione. She looked as shocked as he felt. “What do you think, Granger?”
Hermione blinked a couple of times and then nodded slowly.
“You really want to see this?”
She kept nodding. Oh my God! Yes, I want to see!
Malfoy sighed. “Agreed.”
Severus smirked. “Get over the desk. I’ll be right back.”
Draco waited until he was gone then started to undo his belt. Hermione was watching him as though he were the star of the Quidditch World Cup. “I hope you enjoy this, Granger.”
“My knickers are soaked.”
He laughed nervously and unzipped his trousers. “I’m starting to have second thoughts.”
“It’s going to hurt.”
“Thanks for the encouragement.”
“I’ve got something to heal you when it’s over.”
He gave her a tight smile. “Are you going to put it on for me?”
Hermione smiled back. “If you like.”
He pushed down his trousers and boxers, his shirttails covering his arse. Hands on the desk, he realized his palms were sweating.
She went over and put her hand over his. “It’s okay if you cry.”
Malfoy rolled his eyes. “Merlin’s balls, Granger, would you stop! You’re just making me more nervous.”
“Sorry.” Her eyes strayed down to his cock poking out from beneath his shirt. “You must really want to come on me.
He gave her a weak smirk.
“I’ve never seen anyone else punished before. I . . . I’ll never forget it.”
Snape came back in the room with his large wooden paddle. “Giving Draco a pep talk, Miss Granger?”
“Yes, sir.”
Hermione’s eyes stayed glued to Snape as he stood on the other side of Draco. Malfoy stared straight ahead, his jaw working as he clenched his hands. Snape folded up the bottom of Draco’s shirt so it wasn’t in the way, and Hermione stared at his snow white cheeks. She was already breathing hard, and it wasn’t even happening to her. Snape pointed the paddle toward the chair and told her to sit.
She took Draco’s seat (a prime view), swallowing hard as Snape lined up the paddle.
“Ready?” he asked Draco.
Malfoy’s blond head gave a tight nod.
The first hit made Hermione jump, her own backside twitching in sympathy. Draco squeezed his eyes shut but didn’t make a sound. It was a hard hit. The crack of the paddle sounded again, and Draco’s cock gave a noticeable leap. She could hear the harsh sound of his breathing though his nose.
When the third blow came, Draco grunted behind his lips. It felt as if the bruises were already forming. He wasn’t going to cry in front of Granger (or Snape for that matter), but it felt as if Snape were hitting bone. What made it all worse was that he knew Granger could see what it was doing to him. His cock was putting on a show the rest of his body wasn’t interested in.
Snape laid the fourth one on like fire. All he got for his effort was a hiss and some shaky breathing. Cry, you arrogant little ferret. She needs this. He made the last one as hard as he could.
“Fuck!” Draco shouted. He hunched his shoulders, panting at the desktop. Tears leaked from him eyes; he wiped them away and sniffed up his running nose. There was a hand on his, and he looked over to find Granger standing next to him, petting his fingers.
“May I?” she asked.
He didn’t know what the hell she wanted, but he shrugged, figuring it couldn’t be any worse than what had just happened.

Snape nodded at her, and she gently touched one of the red spots on Draco’s bum. It looked horrible. She kept her fingers as light as possible, tracing over the redness. His skin was like a branding iron.
“Are you okay, Draco?” she whispered.
“Yeah.”
He didn’t sound okay. Hermione stroked the other cheek, hoping it didn’t hurt him too much. “You were so quiet,” she whispered. “How does your bum feel?”
“I don’t know how you stand this. It’s fucking awful.”
“I know. Do you want to come now, or do you want to wait?”
“Fucking hell, Granger. I can’t even move.”
She looked at Snape and gestured what she wanted to do. Snape smirked and nodded.
Reaching down, Hermione cupped Draco’s sac. He hissed and glanced back at her. Smiling, she ran her hand up the length of his cock.
Draco shuddered and grabbed her wrist. “I didn’t go through all this to come on Snape’s desk.”
Holding back a snort, Hermione went back to his balls. Slowly, he managed to stand.
“Okay,” Malfoy said after a few minutes. “I’m ready.”
“I’ll bend over the desk,” she suggested.
“No,” Severus corrected her. “You’ll suck my cock.”
He sat on the edge of his desk and opened his trousers. Hermione didn’t know where to look. Draco was squeezing the head of his dick, and Severus was beckoning her forward with his trousers open. There was too much to see. She went to Severus and bent over, licking away the small dot of fluid from his tip while presenting her bum to Draco.
She licked Snape’s dick until he was granite then took him in her mouth. When he growled at her, she swirled her tongue around his head.
Draco flipped up her skirt. Her bum was still dark red. He wondered how bad his own looked. It ached like hell, but if he didn’t come soon, his balls were going to be Ravenclaw blue. Touching the tip of his cock to her reddened cheeks, he began to stroke himself. Her head bobbed over Snape’s lap. Lucky bastard. You'd better keep him distracted, Granger. He didn’t want Snape to see how much he was touching her. When he ran his tip lightly over the crack of her arse, she moaned. She must have done something to Snape in return, because he hissed and grabbed her hair.

Severus was keeping one eye on Draco, but mostly he watched her. She was doing her damnedest to get him as deep as possible. Using his wand, he relaxed her throat muscles. She hummed appreciatively and tried again. Her fingers tightened around the base of his cock and didn’t let up. He was going to pass out if she didn’t let some blood back into his circulation.
Draco was too close. He couldn’t hold back. Although, what he was waiting for, he had no idea. Using his left hand, he held her cheeks apart and touched her puckered hole with his leaking head. She moaned so loudly he was afraid she’d give him away to Snape.
“Keep still, Granger,” he groaned as his balls tightened.
“MmHm,” she hummed.
Severus knew she was trying to make him come, staying fast and focused on his head. He liked it, but he wouldn’t be played that easily. He was keeping watch to make sure Draco didn’t try to pull anything.
Draco grunted low and came, most of his spunk hitting his target, but a lot of it sprayed her cheeks too. Cherries and cream. He emptied himself over the curve of her backside. It was the best work he’d ever done. All he could manage to do afterward was stand there and hold onto her hip to stay steady. It felt as though he’d been playing Quidditch for hours and was ready to crash.
Snape pushed back her hair, watching from the side as she she worked his cock. “Are you ready to swallow this, pet?” Her nod and hum added a nice new dimension to her movements. He felt his balls riding higher and let her suck him over the brink.
“Fuck!” The seal she had around the base was too tight; his orgasm was trying to tear through. “Loosen up, love."
She stopped squeezing him so tightly, and he growled, his seed spilling past her lips. Her throat swallowed around him over and over until the twitching in his hips slowed to a stop. He stroked her hair as his balls lowered back into place. “Good girl.”
Hermione licked him until his dick died then she kissed the tip. She held up her skirt so it wouldn’t smear in Draco’s spunk and turned her back to Severus. “Will you clean me off?”
“Sure you don’t want to marinate in it?”
Hermione glared at him over her shoulder. “Only when it’s yours,” she whispered with a blush.
Severus grinned, cleaning her with his wand. She pulled up her knickers, and he drew her to him, kissing her (making sure that Draco knew whom she really wanted). Her response was better than he’d hoped. If she moans any louder, the whole school will hear. And the way she humped his thigh was delightfully vulgar.
He pulled away when he felt her start to shake. “That’s enough, pet. Wait till tomorrow night.” She made a pitiful groaning sound, and Snape smirked and shook his head. “Take Draco back to your rooms. He looks knackered.”
“I told him I’d heal his arse when we got back,” she whispered.
“That’s fine, but I thought you wanted to play doctor with me,” he taunted.
Hermione blushed and glanced back to make sure Draco couldn’t hear them. “So can the doctor squeeze me in, or do I need to make an appointment?”
Snape chuckled. “You have an appointment tomorrow night. Don’t be late.”
“I won’t be. See you tomorrow.”
He kissed her again and patted her bum. “Got your sleeping potion?”
She felt her pocket. “Yes.”
“Good. Go to sleep. I want you rested for tomorrow night.”
Hermione ran her hand over his fly, saying goodbye. “You too.”
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