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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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18 - Just Following Orders
“Ow, Granger! That fucking hurts!”
Hermione had Draco bent over the counter in their bathroom. He was hissing through his teeth every time she rubbed the salve into his skin. “I know. I’m sorry,” she muttered, lightening her touch. “Is that better?”
“Yeah, now it’s just a torch instead of a bonfire,” he griped.
Hermione couldn’t touch him any less. “Was it worth it?”
He was already debating that very question in his head, waffling between answers depending on how much his arse screamed. “I don’t know.”
Hermione smiled at him in the mirror. “I feel really guilty that I liked it so much.”
Malfoy snickered. “Now you know how I feel watching you.”
“Oh, it’s not the same,” she countered. “He doesn’t hit me that hard. Well . . . unless it’s a real punishment. I can’t believe you took it so well. I would have been bawling.”
Draco felt a little better when she said that. “How long is this going to take to heal?”
“I don’t know. It’s pretty deep. Maybe an hour or two.”
He sighed.
“Draco?”
“What?”
“If it hadn’t been so hard, would you have liked it?”
“I don’t know. Maybe.”
“What if I was the one doing it?”
He looked at her blushing face in the mirror. “That might change things.”
Hermione “accidentally” ran her fingers down the crack of his arse. Whoops.
“Granger! What the hell are you trying to do to me?”
She shrugged and smiled at him.
“Fuck! Don’t do that again or I’m going to come all over the sink.”
Hermione laughed. “That’ll make you feel better.”
“Coming on the sink after coming on your bum would be a sad substitution.”
“That good, huh?”
Draco shook his head, smiling at her excited grin. “It was bloody fantastic. But I’m not ever going through this much pain for you again.” He watched her in the mirror. She was studying his arse as if there would be a quiz on it later. “I was afraid Snape was going to figure what I was doing every time you moaned.”
“You’re lucky he didn’t hex off your balls.”
“I know. I just wanted to make sure it was worth the pain.”
“Was it?”
“It seemed like it at the time.”
She ran her finger over his crack again, just lightly enough to tease.
“Granger,” he growled in warning.
Hermione peeked around his hip to see if he was hard. “I didn’t get to watch you tonight.”
“Are you saying you want to watch me now?”
Her reflection grinned at him. "If you let me keep rubbing your bum while you do it.”
“Do you honestly think I would say no to that?”
She met his eyes in the mirror. “Go on.”
Draco wrapped his hand around his cock and started pumping. She rubbed salve into his cheeks the whole time, making his arse burn. The pain mixed with the ache in his cock, slowly building to a throbbing pulse in his groin. She was watching him intently in the mirror, and when he met her eye, she smiled and ran her finger up between his cheeks, just hard enough to graze his hole. He came immediately, spattering the basin with cream.
“Holy fucking hell,” he panted, planting his hands on the counter.
“Worth it now?”
“Yes, all right. It was worth it. Fuck. No wonder Snape’s been in such a good mood all month.”
Hermione just smiled at the floor.
“Are you staying with him tomorrow night?”
“Probably.”
“Is he going to let you come?”
“Yes.”
“Aren't the painters and decorators still at work?”
Her eyes went wide. “Excuse me! That is none of your business. And how do you even know?”
Draco laughed. “Settle down. I’ve been sharing a bathroom with you all year. Don’t you think I figured it out after a couple months? You’re not exactly friendly when it starts either. It’s pretty obvious.”
“Yeah . . . well . . .” She didn’t know what to say. The day before hadn’t been the first time she’d bitten off his head because of a mood swing. He’d never once said anything about it, not even as a joke. “Sorry.”
“It’s all right. You’re nothing compared to Aunt Bella. That bitch went psycho for two weeks every month.”
Hermione didn’t know what to say to that either. It didn’t sound as if he missed her. “It’s why I snapped at you yesterday,” she admitted.
He smirked. “Yeah, I know. You don’t need to explain.”
Draco looked down at his trousers, which were pooled around his feet, and wrote them off as pointless. Pulling off his shirt, he kicked his trousers to the side. The house-elves would get them later.
Hermione watched his bruised bum as he cleaned the counter with his wand. He headed toward his room, and her eyes followed his arse. Is walking around naked as if you don’t care a Slytherin thing? She went to his door and watched him carefully pull on a fresh pair of boxers. “Draco?”
“Yeah?”
“Would you sleep with a witch who was having her period?”
“It wouldn’t be my first choice,” he said, giving her a funny look. “But I guess if I really wanted to sleep with her, and I didn’t want to wait it out . . . I would.”
“Snape says it’s no different than when he popped my cherry—blood’s blood.”
Draco laughed. “I never really thought of it that way. I guess he’s ri— Did you say when Snape popped your cherry? You were a virgin when you started all this?”
She didn’t know why he sounded so surprised. “Yes. Who did you think I’d been sleeping with?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know. Weasley. Potter. Zabini. Maybe Krum.”
Her jaw dropped. “Are you serious?”
Malfoy smirked. “Not all of them. They were just possibilities. You really never had a threesome with Potter and Weasley? That was the rumor going around for quite some time.”
She sputtered with indignation. “Of all the nerve!”
“You three are awfully close. How was I supposed to know what was true?”
Hermione rolled her eyes.
“Don’t take it personally. I wasn’t judging you when I thought that.”
“You weren’t? You clearly thought I was the slag of Gryffindor sleeping with all those people.”
Draco grinned. “I hardly think four people would make you the slag of Gryffindor. You should hear what they say about Lavender.”
Lavender did date a lot of boys, but Hermione never thought she slept with them. “Don’t believe the rumor mill, Draco. I’ve heard all kinds of ridiculous things over the years; none of them true.”
“I hope people come to that conclusion when they hear something unflattering about me.”
Hermione wondered how bad things were for Draco. Most of the Sytherins considered him a traitor, and none of the other houses trusted him. If he wasn’t Head Boy, he’d have no standing whatsoever. “Will you stay with me till I fall asleep?”
Malfoy was confused by the sudden change in subject. “What?”
“I have to take my sleeping potion, but if I don’t have something to distract me while I’m waiting for it to work, I get all tense and obsessive.”
He shrugged. “As long as I can lie on my stomach.”
Hermione laughed. “Give me five minutes to get ready for bed.”
“Wear something see-through,” he called after her.
It hardly took her any time to use the loo and brush her teeth and even less time to change into her pajamas. She downed the potion and told him to come in. Draco plopped on top of the covers next to her while she pulled her hair back into a ponytail.
“That shirt’s not see-through, but it’s close,” he observed.
She shot him a look. “It is not.” Glancing down, she could see his point. “Not much anyway.”
Hermione snuggled under the covers, trying to get warm. Draco waved his wand, and the candles went out. Her door was open, so there was still some light from the fire in the common room. She looked over at Draco’s hair glowing in the partial darkness. “How’s your bum feel now?” She could see his teeth flash as he grinned.
“Still hurts like hell, but it’s starting to get better.”
“Did you really think I slept with all those people?”
“I told you I didn’t. I figured maybe Weasley.” Draco remembered how she had told him she went back and asked Snape to spank her. He wondered if she’d asked him to fuck her too. “I can’t believe you lost your virginity to Snape. That sounds really . . . I don’t know. Disturbing.”
"It wasn’t. Although it was rather intense.”
He snorted. “Sounds like trying to learn to fly for the first time on a Firebolt.”
Remembering made her smile. “I did ask for a learning experience.”
“I have a feeling that’s putting it mildly. I mean he’s not exactly gentle, is he? It must have hurt like hell.” He’d seen enough to know what Snape was working with.
“Actually, he was really patient. He kept it as pain-free as possible.”
“Really? I never pictured Snape as a romantic.”
“I didn’t say romantic. That wasn’t what I wanted.”
“No? I thought witches wanted their first time to be all, you know, roses and candles.”
“I think I just wanted the experience . . . and for it not to be a disappointment. Maybe a bit more leather than roses.”
Draco snickered. Definitely more a chains and whips kind of a girl. “So you don’t have anyone to compare him with?”
“I guess not. But I don’t really have any desire to find out what other wizards are like. Don’t get me wrong, I like watching you come and all, but I don’t really want to be with anyone else.”
“Has he told he loves you yet?”
She rolled her eyes. “I don’t need him to.”
“Because you know I’m right?”
“Because he cares about me, and that’s all I need.” Her head was getting heavy. She closed her eyes, listening to Draco breathe.
“He’s probably growing flowers for your wedding bouquet right now.”
“Shut up, Draco. No, he’s not.”
“He’s putting together a trousseau as we speak. Where’s the honeymoon going to be?”
“Shut up.”
“Okay. But I get to be best man.”
She didn’t respond.
“Are you getting sleepy, Granger?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want me to leave?”
“No.”
“My arse hurts.”
She snorted. “I’d help you out, but I don’ want you coming all’over my bed.”
“I tried to warn you earlier. You knew what you were doing.”
“I know. I wanted to make you come.”
“You’re a dirty girl, Granger.”
“That wasn’ dirty. Jus’ a little teasing.”
“You sound tired. Go to sleep.”
“Sleep. 'Kay.” She sat bolt upright, slapping her hand over her mouth.
“Bloody hell, Granger. What’s the matter?”
“Love you,” she whispered
“What?”
“I think I told him I loved him when I was high on sleeping potion.”
“You think?”
“I was kind of doped up.”
“Has he said anything?”
“No.”
“Then maybe you just dreamed it.”
“Hmm." She didn’t really believe that.
“Maybe you said it, and he didn’t hear. Maybe he was asleep.”
“No, he was awake.”
“Did you mean it?”
“I . . ." She realized she did. When had that happened? "Yes.” It was such a simple word for such a complicated situation.
Draco smiled. Told you so. “Are you going to ask him if he heard you?”
“I don’t know. What if it scares him off?” She flopped back onto the pillow with a groan.
“How many times do I have to tell you? He’s in love with you.”
“That doesn’t mean he won’t be freaked out by me saying it.”
“Okay, that might be true. But if he was going to run, he would have done it by now.”
“You think?”
“I know.” He thought for a minute. “Maybe this was the best way you could have said it.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well . . . you told him how you felt, and he didn’t have to respond or even acknowledge that you said it. All the awkwardness was taken out of the equation. Do you need him to say it back?”
“No, I’m happy with the way things are.”
“Then it’s perfect.”
Hermione could see what he was saying. Snape’s inability to talk about his feelings was completely bypassed. There was no confrontation. When the hell did Draco become the voice of reason? She closed her eyes, hoping the sleepiness would settle over her again. “Maybe you’re right.”
“If you would just listen to me about everything, you’d save yourself a lot of trouble.”
“Yes, yes, you’re brilliant,” she muttered. “My heart’s still pounding.”
“I’ll get you something,” he said, climbing out of bed.
“What?”
“I don’t know. I’ll figure out something.”
“That’s reassuring.”
He left her in the dark and padded back through the bathroom. She heard him rooting around in his room. Something fell, and he cursed. Hermione smiled. Her eyes felt heavy, but her body wouldn’t calm down. He finally came back and lay down next to her.
“Here, Granger.” He found her hand in the dark and pressed a phial into it.
“What is it?”
“Something Snape gave me for you.”
“What? Why didn’t you give it to me?”
“It was just an insurance kind of thing. Take as needed.”
“What is it?”
“Some kind of calming potion. He said if you got too mental during NEWTs to give it to you.”
Hermione rolled over and lit her wand, inspecting the phial. It was the same Tranquility Draught he always gave her. “Excellent.” She tipped it back.
“Draco saves the day again,” he drawled.
“Thank you, Draco.”
“Don’t mention it.”
She put out her wand light and curled back under the covers. “Draco?” she whispered.
“Why are we whispering?” he whispered back.
“Because I’m trying to go to sleep.”
“Oh. Okay. What?”
“How many witches have you slept with? Or wizards. Whatever you’re into.”
“Zero wizards. A few witches. Why?”
“What’s a few?”
“I don’t know, a few.”
“So . . . one?”
He sighed. “Why do you want to know?”
“Have you ever done anything embarrassing, sexually I mean, for a witch?”
“You mean like let another man paddle me so I could come on her arse, something along those lines?”
Hermione smiled. “Yes. Is that the most embarrassing thing you’ve done?”
“I’m traumatized.”
“I’m serious, Draco.”
“I am too.”
“Isn’t it getting better now?”
He sighed. “Yeah, it’s about half-healed. I checked when I was in my room.”
“Good.”
“Why are you asking me all this? Are you worried I’m going to tell everyone your deep dark secrets?”
“No. I just . . . I was curious.”
“What’s the most embarrassing thing you’ve done?”
“That’s hard to say.”
“Because there are so many or because you don’t want to tell me what they are?”
“Both.”
Draco chuckled in the dark. “Is it that bad?”
“Well . . . I don’t regret doing any of it, but I wouldn’t want anyone else to know.”
“What’s worse, that you did something embarrassing or that you enjoyed it?”
“I don’t know. Either way, I don’t want anyone to find out.”
“Tell me one, Granger. You know I’m not going to tell anybody. I already know what you’re into. Of all the people to tell, I might be the least surprised to hear it.”
“I can’t.”
“Is it dirtier than fingering his arse?”
“Draco!”
“Well, is it?”
“Some of it is.”
“Oh, you have to tell me now.”
Her face flushed hot. She was sure he could see her blushing, even in the dark. “No, I really can’t. It was hard enough for me to ask you to spank me tonight.”
“Really? You love spanking.”
“Begging for it is entirely different. And I did NOT love your spanking tonight. That really hurt.”
“It was meant to. You fancied the first half, didn’t you?”
“That didn’t cancel out the second half.”
“I’ll try to make it up to you someday.”
The Tranquillity Draught was starting to affect her. The room was slowly rotating. She closed her eyes again. “I have a feeling Snape’s going to make me do something humiliating soon. In front of you.”
“How do you know?”
“He’s already suggested it.”
“When's it gonna happen?”
“Dunno. After NEWTs.”
“What’s he want to do?”
“I don’ wanna say.”
“Give me hint.”
“Too embarrassing.”
“Does it involve your mouth, your pussy, or your arse?”
“Prob’ly all of the above.”
He buried his face in the pillow to muffle his laughter. “I’m intrigued.”
“Would’ju do something humiliating to me if he asked you?”
“Do you mean humiliating for me or for you?”
“Maybe for you, if you’ve nev’r done it."
“Would it be painful?”
“No.”
“I’d consider it. I wish you’d tell me what the hell we’re talking about. I feel like we’re speaking in riddles.”
Hermione thought for a minute. “Did’ju mean what you said about wanting to be in my bum?”
“Hell yes. Is that what this is about?”
“Sort of.”
“Sort of?” He laughed. “I already know you fancy having your arse filled, Granger. Is that your embarrassing secret?”
“Whattif you weren’t using your dick?”
“What? You mean like my finger?”
“R’something else.”
Something else? “Do you mean a part of my body or a foreign object?”
“Part’ve your body.”
“You mean like a toe or something? That seems more kinky than embarrassing.”
“Not a toe.”
“I don’t have much else that’ll— Do you mean my tongue!”
He sounded pretty shocked. Hermione squeezed her eyes shut and didn’t say anything.
“Oh my God, Granger! That’s . . .” He didn’t know what to say. It wasn’t something he’d really thought about before.
“I tol’ him you wouldn’t wan’to.”
“Now just hold on a second. You’ve got to give me a chance to think about it.” He had some very dirty scenarios floating through his head. “Have you done this before?”
“Yes.”
That perverted bastard. “And you fancied it?”
“Yes.”
“Did he?”
“As far as I could tell.”
“How clean is it?”
“Oh my God,” she muttered. “Very. He’s extremely thorough beforehand.”
Draco figured he should have guessed that. Snape was fastidious about everything (except his own hair). “Have you done it to him?”
“OhmyGod. Please don’ask me any more questions.”
“Bloody hell, you have! What’s it taste like?”
She covered her face with her hands as if the dark wasn’t concealing enough. “Like skin.”
Draco knew by the muffled sound of her voice that she was hiding. He laughed into the pillow again. “Oh gods, Granger! That’s pretty fucking kinky. Do you really want me to?”
“I don’ know.”
“Well, I won’t do it for ‘I don’t know.' You better be damn sure you want it before I agree.”
“You mean you’ll do it?”
“If you tell me you want it and you promise it’ll be clean.”
“Really?” she asked, turning to him.
“You better really mean it. I’m not doing something like this for a laugh.”
“I mean it.”
“You’ll have to do better than that.”
“Draco, I want you lick my bum so much I’m creaming myself just thinking about it.”
He laughed. “All right then. Is this what you were so embarrassed about?”
“Um . . . sort of.”
“There’s more?”
“Yes.”
“Are you going to tell me?”
“No. I really can’t. It’ll be bad enough if I have t’show you.”
“I guess I can wait.”
Hermione played through possible scenarios, picturing what Snape might have in store for her. She wasn’t going to be able to think about anything else the next day.
Draco wondered what she was so embarrassed about. He didn’t know what Snape’s angle was suggesting such a scene. There was always an ulterior motive with Slytherins.
“Hermione?” he whispered.
Her breathing was slow and even. She didn’t answer. He fell asleep on top of her covers, too tired to go back to his room.
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Draco woke up in the morning freezing his bollocks off. It took him several blurry seconds to figure out where he was. She was on her side, her arm wrapped around a pillow, breathing softly. He was sporting some serious wood; her damn blanket was rubbing him in an erotic manner he’d never associated with bedding before. Rolling over, he reached into his shorts and started pumping his cock. No way was he getting out of her bed. He was cold enough as it was. He wouldn’t wake her up, but he would use her as wanking material.
He didn’t have much to work with. She was very cute when she was asleep, but not very sexy. Her nipples weren’t even hard. The best he was getting was a strip of skin where her shirt had ridden up. I’m wanking to a belly button. This might be a new low. Rolling all the way onto his back, he realized his bum wasn’t throbbing. That’s a good sign. He pumped faster, wanting to finish before she woke. She might kick him out.
Closing his eyes, he imagined her arse the night before and the way she moaned when he touched her.
“Draco?” Her voice sounded creaky with sleep.
“Damn,” he muttered, taking his hand out of his shorts.
“Have you been here all night?”
“Yeah, I just woke up.”
“I can see that.”
“Sorry.”
“Why’d you stop?”
He gave her a surprised look then went for his cock again. She didn’t object, so he started where he’d left off. “Thought you didn’t want me to come on your bed.”
“So come on your stomach.”
He grinned. “Yes, ma’am.”
Hermione smiled. “I wanna see.”
He shoved his shorts down under his balls.
“How’s your arse?” she croaked.
“I haven’t checked yet, but it doesn’t hurt."
“Mine’s still hot.” She poked her own cheek.
“Why don’t you show—“
“Bugger!” she exclaimed suddenly, punching the bed.
He stopped. “What’s wrong?”
“I forgot my plug last night,” she growled.
He went back to stroking. “Are you going to tell him?”
“Yes,” she said, sounding angry at herself.
Draco paused again. “Are you going to tell him I fell asleep in your bed?”
“He’ll know I’m hiding something if I don’t tell him. And I definitely don’t want him rooting around in my head. He’ll see that I remembered saying I love him.” She saw his tense look. “Don’t worry. He won’t be angry about it. You didn’t touch me. It wasn’t even sexual.”
He started up again. “You do remember what we talked about last night, don’t you?"
“What we . . . Well, great, now I do. Wait, that might be better. He’ll be pleased I’m going along with his suggestion.”
“Are you certain?”
“Yes.”
“If you say so. Will you show me your arse, Granger?”
“No way. I’m in enough trouble.”
“Will you talk to me? I’m close. It won’t take long.”
She bit her lip in thought. “Okay. What do you want to hear?”
“Tell me what it’s like to eat someone’s arse.”
Hermione went beet red. “I don’t know if I can.”
“Why?”
“Doing it and talking about it are two different things.”
“Were you nervous the first time you did it?”
“Yes.”
“What about the first time he did it to you?”
“That was different. His tongue sort of calmed me down.”
“Calmed you down? I don’t think I could be calm with someone’s tongue in my arse.”
She shrugged. “I needed his tongue before I could take his cock."
Draco squeezed the top of his dick, holding down the surge. “Fuck, Granger! I knew you were into plugs and fingers but . . . fuck!”
“When you talked to me last time, you said you wanted to bugger me. I thought you knew.”
“That was just talk. A fantasy.”
“Well . . . I guess you’re caught up.”
“Merlin’s balls,” he muttered. “How many times have you done it?”
“A few.”
“Do you like it?”
She blushed and smiled. “Yes. It was my suggestion.”
“Oh my God, I’m gonna come.”
“Good. Touch your balls for me. I want to see.”
“Fuck!” He was already exploding all over his stomach, white streaks almost hitting his chest.
Hermione smiled and got her wand so she could clean him off while he caught his breath.
“Thanks, Granger.”
“No problem. I’ll see you in Potions,” she said, rolling out of bed.
Hermione left him dazed and panting on her bed and went to the loo. She was NOT going to be caught without her plug in Potions. There were already plans in her head to confess her transgression before class. If he didn’t let her come later, she was going to scream.
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A school owl landed next to Snape’s porridge. He took the note from its foot and glanced over at the Gryffindor table.
I need to see you before class.
There was no signature, no indication the note was even for him. Smart girl. He gave her an imperceptible nod. She returned it with a tense grimace. He felt a confession in the works.
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The knock on his door came as soon as the last class left. She must have gotten Sinistra to let her out early. “Enter.”
She wouldn’t even look at him as she came in, her gaze darting around the room then quickly back to the floor.
Snape rolled his eyes. “What did you do?”
“How did you know?” she asked, shutting the door.
He shook his head. “Because you look as though I just caught you with your hand in the biscuit tin . . . or your knickers. Sit down. Confess your sins.”
Slinking into the chair, Hermione stared at her hands, afraid he’d see more in her face than she was planning to reveal. “I forgot my plug last night.”
“Is that all?”
“No.”
Good lord. “Well, spit it out.”
“I, sort of, encouraged Draco to come all over the sink last night.”
“Encouraged him by request?”
“Not entirely.”
“Explain.”
She was worried about that one thing more than the others. Everything else that happened was an accident, but that one was on purpose. “When I was putting the salve on his bum, I might have been more thorough than necessary.”
“What part of him got the extra attention?”
“Um . . . I just went a little deeper than called for.”
“Are you saying you fingered his arse?”
“NO!” she exclaimed, looking aghast. “I just, sort of, grazed it.”
He had to bite his tongue to keep from laughing. No wonder he came all over the sink. “Is there more?”
She bit her lip. “Yes.”
“You were busy last night.”
“I wasn’t, I promise.”
Severus sighed. He was going to get angry if she said anything worse.
“Well, he seemed kind of upset about the paddle, so I asked him to come and keep me company while I waited for my sleeping potion to kick in. I thought if I kept him distracted, it would keep his mind off the pain.”
“And?”
“Well, there’s good news and bad news after that point.”
He sighed. “Bad news first.”
“He fell asleep in my bed.”
Snape was being too quiet. Hermione peeked from under her lashes to see what he was doing. When she saw the way he was staring at her, her eyes dropped back to her hands.
“Was he touching you?”
“Never! He wasn’t even under the blanket.”
“So he just fell asleep? That’s all that happened?”
“Well . . . this morning I watched him come again.”
“No part of him came in contact with you?”
“Not even close.”
“As long as there was no contact, and he didn’t do or say anything to upset you, I don’t care if you watch him.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, but this better be some damn good news you have for me.”
I hope you think so. “Um . . . I thought about what you asked me to think about.”
One eyebrow perked. “Yes?”
“I thought . . . maybe I could do it.”
So my little plan last night worked. “That’s very interesting news.”
“That’s not the good news.”
“Go on.”
“Okay . . . well . . . while I was groggy from the sleeping potion, I sort of asked Draco if he would be willing to . . . eat my arse.” She knew her face was crimson.
Severus bit his tongue so hard he tasted blood. He couldn't believe she’d said it. It had seemed overly daunting for her just to ask Draco to spank her the previous night. “Did you?”
“Well, I didn’t say it right out loud like that. I just led him to the right guess.”
“I see. And what was his answer?”
Hermione’s face got even hotter, but she smiled at her hands. “I talked him into it.”
Snape grinned. I doubt it was difficult. “I like your initiative, Miss Granger.”
She gave him a small smile.
“Would you like your punishment tonight or during lunch?”
Hermione let out a sigh. She didn’t want it to interfere with whatever he had planned for that evening. “As soon as possible, sir.”
“Stay after class.”
“Yes, sir.”
“You are wearing your plug right now, aren’t you?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Come over here and show me.”
Swallowing hard, Hermione went around his desk and pulled her knickers below her cheeks. Her robe and skirt were in her way, so she gathered them to the side as she bent over. His cool fingers touched her bum, jostling the plug.
“Class starts in a minute. Take off your knickers.”
Hermione gave him a questioning glance but did as he asked.
“Give them to me.”
She handed them over, and he stashed her knickers in his coat pocket. “Get to class.”
“Without my knickers?” she squeaked, scandalized.
“If you’re a good girl for me in class, I’ll just give you a hand spanking before lunch. Are you going to be obedient, or do I need to get the paddle?”
Her face fell. “I’ll be good.”
“Then go on.”
Hermione gave him one last searching look then got out of his office before he thought of something else to do to her.
Severus snickered at her rapid departure. He was about to find out how obedient she could be.
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Draco was already at her table, and he gave her a sneaky smirk as she came out of Snape’s office. She couldn’t stop checking that her skirt was covering her and that her robe was just as concealing.
“Did he already punish you, or are you just stroking your bum for fun?” he asked.
“There wasn’t enough time.”
“So you’re in trouble?”
“Not too bad,” she said, sitting down.
Harry and Ron burst in and hurried to their seats; she snapped her mouth shut and pulled her robes tighter.
“Hagrid’s got a new pet,” Ron muttered. “We spent all of Care of Magical Creatures wrangling it back into its crate.”
“Your robes are singed,” she commented.
Harry grinned. “We’re counting ourselves lucky on that front.”
Snape came out of his office, and the class jerked to attention.
“Copy the notes from the board. This is a list of potions commonly found on NEWT level exams. If you haven’t already done so, I suggest you memorize them and understand their ingredients inside and out. We will cover antidotes in the second half of class.”
He turned in a flurry of robes and paced the room, watching them work.
Hermione was relieved. The potions were all ones she’d been reviewing for the past few months. She could make them in her sleep. Her eyes kept darting back to Snape as she copied the board. It made her nervous when she couldn’t see him. As he passed her, he dropped a torn piece of parchment onto her table and tapped it with his finger, making it clear he wanted her to leave it there.
Hermione couldn’t imagine why. It was just a scrap of torn parchment. There was no writing on it, nothing of note at all. When Snape went back to his desk, she was shocked to see his harsh scrawl suddenly appear across the blank center. She pulled it closer, hiding it in her notes.
Spread your legs. I want to see up your skirt.
Hermione shot him a startled glance. He gave her a small smirk and went back to writing. The words on the parchment faded and were replaced with: Now.
Hermione’s eyes darted around the room, looking to see if anyone was watching. Everyone had their noses in their notes. She slowly parted her knees, immediately feeling the draft up her skirt. She scooted forward so Draco wouldn’t see. Snape was pretending to survey the class, but she knew he was keeping one eye on her, waiting for her to comply. When he picked up his quill and jotted down something, she realized how he was getting the messages to her. He had the other half of the parchment; whatever he wrote was appearing on hers. Clever bastard.
Get your robes out of the way.
She let her robe fall open like it normally did.
Pull up your skirt.
Her face was on fire. She checked the room again then slid her skirt up her thighs.
Higher.
Hermione gnawed at her lower lip and pulled her skirt as high as she could.
Pull your skirt out from under you. I want your bare bum touching the chair.
Making sure Draco wasn’t looking, Hermione wiggled a little and lifted up, adjusting her skirt. She felt as though she were naked from the waist down. I am. Please don’t let anybody see. Her heart was pounding so hard she was afraid the whole class could hear it.
Good girl. Sit on the edge of the chair, and spread your knees as wide as you can.
Her plug shifted deeper into her bum. With her legs spread wide, the dungeon felt unnaturally breezy. Despite that breeze, she was sweating. Her jumper was becoming a sauna.
Reach down with your left hand and hold yourself open for me.
She could feel the trickle of juice seeping past her labia. Her right hand was shaking so much it looked as if her quill was under a Palsy Hex. When she spread her lips apart, she was amazed at how wet she was. Her eyes stayed locked on Snape as he casually glanced under her table.
I can see how wet you are from here. Touch your clit.
Hermione’s eyes almost popped out of her head. She trembled so hard it felt as though she were teasing herself when all she was trying to do was stay still.
Lick your finger clean.
A trickle of sweat rolled down her back. Turning her face to the wall, she discreetly sucked the juice from her finger.
Tell me how wet you are.
She put her quill to the parchment, guessing he meant tell by writing. Her handwriting looked insane. I think it’s all over the chair.
How do you feel?
Like it’s a thousand degrees in here. Can we please stop? I’m going to be sick.
No. Cast a cooling charm on your shirt.
She slipped her wand out of her bag and aimed it up her sleeve. Of all the seventh-years, she was the best at non-verbal spells; and she’d never been more thankful for the ability. It felt as though she’d just pulled her shirt out of the refrigerator. It gave a chill to the sweat coating her back and neck, but she’d take goosebumps over heat exhaustion any day.
Better?
She nodded.
Nipples hard?
Meeting Snape’s eyes, she nodded.
Pinch one. And I mean hard.
Fake-scratching her arm, she squeezed her nipple through her jumper. It made her wince, but her pussy let out another trickle of fluid.
Go back to your clit.
Keeping it as light as she could, Hermione circled over her clit with one shaky finger. She could hear the soft wet click of pooled juices. Yanking her hand away, she looked around to see if anyone else had heard.
Why did you stop?
Her quill scratched out I can hear myself.
Snape’s lip twitched. No one noticed. Can you smell yourself yet?
Hermione took a deep breath. There was definitely a hint of pussy in the air. Yes. Can we please stop now?
No. Finger yourself. To the knuckle.
Her pussy was so slick she could have gotten three fingers up there with no problem. She bumped her clit, making her leg jerk. Her knee hit Draco’s, and she froze. Hermione was having a mild heart attack. She wiped her finger on her skirt. Draco gave her a strange look then mouthed "What’s wrong with you?"
Her head shook. Nothing.
He looked concerned. With one hand, he reached under the table and touched her knee, obviously surprised by her lewd position. Tickling her kneecap with his thumb, Malfoy pointed his quill at her hairline and mouthed "You’re sweating."
She glanced at Snape, worried that he’d hex off Draco’s hand.
Show him what’s got you so hot.
Hermione saw the words appear but didn’t know what he meant by it. She flashed him a confused look.
Snape sighed. Guide his hand up your skirt and show him. He almost burst out laughing at her dropped jaw.
I can’t believe I’m doing this. Laying down her quill, she covered Draco’s hand with hers and gave a pointed look toward Snape as she slid his hand up her inner thigh. His grey eyes slowly got wider and wider as he approached her pussy. When he felt her pubic hair instead of knickers, his mouth fell open. Hermione gave him a warning look to keep quiet then pressed his hand lower, into her folds. His finger slid through her as if it was greased. Her clit felt electrified.
Make him finger you.
Draco could feel Hermione’s hand trembling as she guided him lower. When he touched her swollen entrance, she nodded at him. He slipped a finger inside. She was soaked. Even her thighs were wet. She had to curl up her hips a little to help him reach, but then his middle finger was buried all the way inside her snatch. Her muscles rolled around him, trying to pull him deeper. She was so soft and wet, it was like dipping his finger in a pot of warmed honey. His dick was tangled painfully in his shorts, and it strained against his thigh like a python.
Malfoy looked up at Snape, who seemed to be scanning the room for miscreants. Snape held his gaze for a couple seconds, making it clear that he was behind her actions. Draco wiggled his finger inside her.
Find out how hard he is.
Hermione glanced at Draco’s crotch then nodded back.
Don’t just look.
Hermione slipped her hand into Draco’s lap and brushed over his fly. His dick was like solid stone behind the wool. “Sorry” she mouthed. It looked as if he wanted to clamp her hand in place and rub himself off against it.
Malfoy pulled his finger out of her, wiping her wetness on her thigh. He raised his other hand.
“Yes, Draco?” Snape asked, sounding bored.
“May I use the restroom?”
The whole class blinked up at Snape. People had left for the hospital wing occasionally, but no one ever dared ask the dreaded professor for any kind of favor. That seemed like begging him to ridicule you and then take house points on top of it all.
“Don’t be long.”
Don’t think that’ll be an issue. Draco got out of his chair as fast as his dick would let him. Thank Merlin for loose robes. He had to get out of there. His cock was so hard it hurt. He felt bad leaving Granger alone with her obvious predicament, but he wasn’t about to cream his shorts in the middle of class. This is her game, not mine. If she wants to torture herself, that’s her business.
Hermione buried her face in her hands. She wanted to scream . . . or come . . . or go sit on Snape’s lap . . . or slap him. It was hard to decide. All she knew for certain was that she wasn’t getting out of that chair until everyone else was gone.
Snape stood and waved his wand at the board. A new set of notes appeared, and everyone sighed in resignation.
Hermione raced to copy down the new notes. Without Draco there to double-check with, she needed to be careful.
Draco came back after a while and sank into his chair, looking as if he needed a drink. She pushed her notes at him, retaining Snape’s parchment. He got the message and started copying the new notes.
She wanted to go wipe away some of the mess, but Snape would never let her go to the loo. The whole room was going to smell her soon. Snape was strolling around, hovering, deriding their note-taking ability. Draco kept checking on her to see if she was all right, but she just kept writing, scared to stop.
Hermione could feel Snape next to her, inspecting her notes over her shoulder. He leaned down and took a deep breath. He didn’t need to get that close to smell her—he could have just stayed at his desk.
“Legs open,” he whispered.
She opened her thighs.
“Stay like that until class ends.”
He went back up to his desk and started grading, checking every few minutes to make sure that she was still flashing her pussy.
At the end of class, the room burst into action, and Snape smirked as she clamped her knees together and fixed her clothes. She was making some sort of excuse to Potter and Weasley about lunch, but she stayed in her chair as if she were glued to it. Ron and Harry left for the Great Hall, and Draco leaned in, whispering something to her. Snape was curious what the Head Boy said that made her blush so brightly. Draco gave him a smirk and sauntered out the door, leaving them alone in the classroom.
Snape flicked his wand at the door, and it swung closed. She eyed him warily. Standing next to her table, he crossed his arms and smirked down at her. “Are you going to get out of that chair now?”
“I’d rather not.”
“Get up, Miss Granger. We’re going to my office.”
Sighing, she slowly rose, a look of discomfort twisting her face.
His smirk transformed to a leer when he saw the damp spot left on her seat. He caught her face with one hand and nodded toward her chair. “I should make you lick that clean.”
Her eyes went so wide he could see the whites all the way around.
Severus let go of her and leaned down, wiping his hand through the juice. He rubbed his fingers together under her nose. “I didn’t know you fancied note-taking to such an extreme degree.”
A blush colored her cheeks, but she didn’t look away.
He stood so they were almost touching. “Do you still want your spanking now rather than later?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Go to my office and bend over the desk.”
Hermione nodded, walking as calmly as she could to his office. Her thighs felt sticky with her own excitement, and she desperately wanted to go clean up. She heard Snape ward the door behind her then he was flipping up her skirt and crouching down behind her. He parted her slit, and she hissed into her arm.
“My, my. You did enjoy class today. I am impressed. If I had known you’d respond so favorably, I would have started this weeks ago.” He slipped two fingers up her pussy, reveling in her whimper. The slick sound of her excitement filled the office as he pumped in and out. “I want to talk about why you’re being punished.”
Hermione shivered.
“I’m not happy that you were so handsy with Draco, but I’m not going to punish you for it. I know why you did it. You enjoy making wizards lose control; you like the power it affords you. You do the same thing to me. Don’t think I don’t see that look on your face when it happens. This is your one free pass. If you want to tease Draco in the future, you ask permission first. Is that clear?”
He pulled out his fingers.
“Yes, sir.”
“Good.” He pushed back in. “I’m not thrilled that Draco fell asleep in your bed, but since it was an accident and nothing inappropriate happened, I’m willing to overlook it. I am pleased that you are willing to humiliate yourself at my request, and that you’ve recruited Draco for our purposes. That was very good.”
Hermione clutched the desk. He was making her clit ache.
“Once again, I don’t mind you watching Draco. You’re quite the voyeur, and I wish to encourage that. So whatever happened this morning is also forgiven. Forgetting your plug seems to be your biggest transgression. I don’t expect you to be perfect. I know you want to wear it; forgetting for one night isn’t too bad. I can’t have you thinking forgetfulness is acceptable though, so let’s give you a nice even fifty as penance.”
“I’m going to come, sir.”
He pulled out his fingers with a smile. “That’s my good girl. I want you to wait until tonight. Punishments aren’t supposed to be fun.”
“Yes, sir.”
“You don’t have to count,” he said, getting in place and resting his hand on the curve of her backside.
He started at once, slapping her with medium force. He wasn’t really angry about the plug. This was all about what she needed. After thirty, she stopped wiggling and slumped against the desk. When he got to forty-five, she jerked away.
“I’m going to come!”
He’d strayed too close to her pussy, drawn to the enticing shine. “Then I’m not spanking you hard enough.”
Hermione groaned into her sealed lips. “It hurts.”
“Not enough obviously. Are you ready for the last five?”
She took a deep breath. “I think so.”
He hit her hard, getting the sweet spot where her bum met her thighs.
“Ow!”
“That’s better.” He laid on the last four almost full force. She was panting over the desk when he let go. “Still ready to come?”
“Sort of.”
“Sort of,” he repeated through a chuckle. “Well, you’ll have to wait.” He patted her bum. “You were a very good girl today.”
Hermione pushed herself off the desk. “I was?”
“Yes. You did everything I requested. That’s all I ask.”
He pulled her around so she was facing him. “I’m ready to fuck you good and hard tonight. Are you ready?”
“I’m so wet, Severus. I don’t want to wait.”
He smirked. “Get here as early as you like. The doctor will see you at your earliest convenience.”
Hermione grinned up at him. “What are you going to do to me?”
“I think a full physical is in order.”
Her hands smoothed over his chest. “No shots, right?”
He laughed. “I’m not into needles, love.”
“Okay, I’ll be here as soon as I can.”
“Don’t keep me waiting,” he murmured, touching his lips to hers. “Tell Draco I’m the only one you’re sleeping with tonight.”
He kissed her hard, sucking her tongue and nipping her lip. Hermione had to wrap her arm around his neck to keep herself upright. He pulled away after a minute, and she staggered backward toward the desk, her hand ghosting over her lips. “You want me to stay all night?”
“Yes.”
She nodded and started toward the door in a daze. The knob rattled pointlessly in her hand until she realized he hadn’t un-warded it. He pulled her back and ran his wand over the door then kissed her one last time.
“Would you like your knickers back?”
“Oh. Yes, please.”
“I was going to make you go the rest of the day without them . . . but I think you’re right, everyone will be able to smell you.”
Hermione blushed and took them from his hand. “I just need to clean up a little.”
“Go ahead.”
She smiled to herself and pressed her knickers to her pussy, wiping her thighs and folds clean with the black cotton. When she didn’t feel slippery any more, she put them back in his hand. The musky scent clung to the damp fabric. That evening could not come soon enough.
She grinned up at him. “What time do you get back from dinner?”
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