Victory For All | By : Steffanie Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 6690 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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A/N: Again, I do NOT own anything in the Potterverse… except for my imagination.
Well, here is the second chapter. I know I left you on a cliffie before, but I had to keep up the suspense! HA! I hadn’t planned on this being more than one chapter long, but this is me we are talking about here. Well here you go, what you’ve been waiting for. Third character introduced now. Purely smut and some romance, hee, a little comedy too. I mean, naturally. Toodles!
Hermione looked up into the cold, gray eyes and felt paralyzed by a mixture of emotions.
“I’m rather busy at the moment,” Snape hissed, walking in front of Hermione to block her from view.
“Why, Severus, where are your manners? I don’t believe I’ve ever been properly introduced to Miss Granger here.” The malicious smirk on his face was revealing more than he spoke.
“There is no need for a proper introduction, Lucius.” Snape eyed him cautiously.
“Come now, Severus, you can’t tell me you have lowered your standards to a mudblood like her have you, and you don’t even plan to share? Out of all the decent pureblooded witches in your own House, which you could have in a snap of your fingers, you choose this?” He gestured towards Hermione. “You know what she is. She deserves a proper introduction, Severus.” His eyes were like ice.
“Lucius, I’m warning you. The days of the Death Eaters are over. There is no need for this. Leave at once before I force you.”
Lucius narrowed his eyes.
“So noble. I do hope she hasn’t worn off on you,” he hissed. “You know the only thing she is good for, and yet you still won’t let me have it? This does not settle nicely with me, Severus, not at all.”
He took several steps so he was face to face with Snape.
“I always get what I desire.” His voice was a harsh whisper, so cold and heartless.
Snape continued to eye him furiously. Lucius shifted his weight so he could get a clear view of the girl on the couch. He smirked evilly again and continued in a low voice.
“Look at her, Severus. She needs to be fucked senseless. She’s waiting for it; I see it in her eyes. If I’m not mistaken,” he paused and looked right at Snape, “she’s a virgin mudblood too. Think of the possibilities.”
Hermione’s breath caught in her throat.
“I won’t do it, Lucius. Now get out of here be…”
“Before what? You call for the Headmaster? Are you going to tell him you were about to fuck a student before I interrupted? I’m sure he would love to hear that, Severus.”
He let his snarl widen before he went on, trapping Snape either way.
“If you aren’t going to do it then I will. It disgusts me what you’ve become. You used to be a better man, and now look at you. You won’t even ravish a filthy mudblood for the fun of it.”
“You will not touch her, Lucius,” Snape warned.
“You leave me no choice,” he said dangerously as his wand hand flew out of his robes and aimed right at Snape’s chest.
“No!” Hermione screamed.
“Shut your mouth, Miss Granger,” Snape hissed.
“No… Mr. Malfoy, please… I… please don’t,” she begged.
“Shut up,” Snape hissed again.
“Let the girl speak, Severus. She might have an interesting proposal.” His eyes glimmered darkly as he pressed his wand harder into Snape’s bare chest.
“Mr. Malfoy,” she swallowed, “if I… if I… will you not hurt him if I…”
“If you what, exactly?” Lucius asked in his most seductive voice.
“If I let you have me… will you let him go?” Her voice was trembling.
“Miss Granger, shut your mouth!” Snape hissed at her again.
“You see, Severus? She wants to share her self.” He smirked.
Snape gave him his deadliest glare.
Lucius flicked his wand and Snape was bound to the chair, unable to move his limbs.
“Now you wait right there, Severus, and watch how I take her like a man. Maybe if you behave I will share her with you.”
“Miss Granger, he’s going,” he was silenced and unable to speak.
Hermione looked back at Snape, and she saw him shake his head slightly before Lucius grabbed her by the arm and pulled her up. He reached around and took her wand, tossing it to the floor out of her reach. He muttered a charm and he was in nothing but his pants, and then steered her to the bed and pushed her down, so she was laying flat on her back. He crawled on top of her and pinned her down by the legs.
“Take me out, now,” he demanded.
She did as she was told, unbuttoning his pants and pulling out his throbbing erection. Her eyes kept flicking back towards her professor, but he only looked at her blankly.
“Show me what that insufferable mouth can do,” he hissed into her ear.
She looked back at Snape again, asking him silently what she was supposed to do.
“She’s so obedient to you, Severus. Maybe she is more useful than I thought.” He sneered at Snape before he barked at Hermione again. “Take me in your mouth, now, you mudblood.”
Hermione took a deep breath, still unable to think clearly. How had her night come to this? Why couldn’t she just stay in the common room and snog Ron or something?
She sighed and finally took Lucius into her mouth. He was big in length but not width, and he shoved himself down her throat. She started gagging, wanting him to stop, but he thrusted into her mouth with force she couldn’t stop. Well, if he was going to play rough then she would too.
She started out by licking him, wherever she could around his length. Pressing it smoothly so that he moaned. Soon she started to nibble, clamping her teeth down around him as he continued thrusting into her mouth. He let out moans continuously until finally she bit him so hard he flinched.
“You like it rough do you mudblood?” He smirked, his eyes glowing now.
She nodded her head as she continued to suck him in deeper, harder, to the point she could barely breathe. He finally lost control of his manhood when she bit him harder and harder that he exploded inside her mouth. She started to gag again, but he held her head so she couldn’t pull away.
“You will clean me off too,” he said, still trying to overcome his moans of pleasure.
She continued to play his game and drank down his seed, continuing to suck him harder until she swore he whimpered like a little girl. He made to pull out of her mouth but she held on with her teeth, not letting him go.
“Mm, very nice but let go,” she wouldn’t let go. “Let go dammit!” He whined as the sensations were becoming too much for him now.
She sucked him again, still using her teeth to keep him from moving and he stiffened up once more. She was going to torture him, and she was. He was losing control of his body. He started slumping on to her, unable to keep his strength.
“Oh… stop… fuck… now… stop!” he yelled. He finally pulled out of her mouth with force and panted heavily.
“We’ll see about that,” he said as he flipped her over onto her stomach.
She squeaked from surprise as she found her self on her hands and knees. He pushed into her without warning and she screamed. It was so painful but strangely satisfying at the same time. He didn’t even let her adjust, he just rammed into her like an animal. She continued screaming as they slowly turned into moans, being pushed to a maximum of sensations. She finally started pushing back against him, taking out her anger and fear by making him moan too.
Before she could even blink he had them flipped over so she was on top of him, riding him hard. It seemed like they didn’t even move, they just appeared in a new position. She bounced on top of him, feeling him go even further into her. As she looked down at his face she saw his eyes were closed from the pleasure. She hated him, and she wanted him to suffer. She started thinking of terrible, bizarre, and absurd things to happen to him while she moaned in pleasure still.
She nearly jumped when something very strange happened. She shrieked actually. His face had transfigured into a donkey’s head. She didn’t know how it happened, but it did. She stopped moving and he looked at her through his brown donkey eyes.
“What are you doing? Keep going!” He ordered and then he made the sound of a donkey’s hee-haw. Didn’t he know his head was disfigured?
Hermione gulped, trying to continue but couldn’t think of anything but his donkey head. She grinded into him, and she shrieked again. This time his head had transfigured into a Quidditch bludger. She gasped and stopped moving again, trying to understand how this was happening. She looked over at Snape but he continued to look at her blankly.
“Don’t stop you little wench! I want to feel you beating me good,” he spoke somehow as a bludger-head.
She took another breath and tried to keep going but his next transformation made her burst out with laughter. His head had finally transformed into a giant dick, complete with eyes, nose and mouth.
“What is so funny mudblood?” he yelled. “I didn’t give you permission to laugh while I ravish you, Miss Granger! Miss Granger!”
She couldn’t help it now. Seeing a talking dick was more than she could handle. Not knowing how she got it, she picked up a small hand size mirror from the bed and pointed it at his face. He roared with shock and tried to stand up. As he did he pushed her over and she fell on to the floor.
“Miss Granger!” he yelled.
She jumped and stared wide-eyed at the Potions Master, who was still resting between her thighs. She was utterly confused.
“Snape? What the, what happened?” she panted.
“Miss Granger, it’s not very polite to fall asleep while someone is pleasuring you,” he said smoothly. His eyes were still glimmering though, with a desire.
“What?” she shrieked. “I was just… I fell asleep?”
Snape raised his eyebrows. “Yes, passed out more likely. Would you care to tell me why you were laughing though?” He looked at her amused.
It came back to her and suddenly she started laughing again. Snape looked at her strangely, as if she had gone mad. He always knew those Gryffindors were odd. Dumbledore was a perfect example.
“Err… I had a dream,” she said, trying not to laugh.
“You were out for barely two minutes, Miss Granger.” He looked annoyed.
“Erm, the alcohol… I guess… I…” she took a deep breath, “never mind. Where were we?” She grinned as she crawled onto her hands and knees, making her way down the sofa towards him.
Snape merely raised another eyebrow at her, not knowing if he should take her to the Infirmary for a mental exam. His thoughts vanished, however, when she undid his pants and started stroking him. She pressed her body into his chest and massaged his member to the point that it was hard as a rock.
“I have to confess something, sir.” She looked at him seriously now.
“You don’t have to say it, Miss Granger. I had all ready assumed it.” He tried to keep his eyes open, but she was working him with her hand so wonderfully.
“Actually, I all ready lost my virginity. I was going to say something else.”
His eyes opened wide. The Gryffindor princess wasn’t a virgin? What? When did this happen? He never would have thought.
“I was just going to say that… I… I’ve been wanting this for awhile now.”
If it was possible his eyes widened more. That quickly changed to his usual glare though.
“Miss Granger, have you been having inappropriate thoughts about a teacher?” His voice was the usual Snape voice. He flinched slightly when she rolled her fingers around the head of his length.
She didn’t answer him; she only grinned wickedly as her cheeks flushed with red heat.
“I believe that calls for more punishment,” he said smoothly, feeling his self tense as she stroked him harder.
He leaned forward to kiss her, sliding his tongue back into her mouth. She stopped stroking him when his hands massaged her breasts. She moaned into his mouth, wanting him to be much closer. Finally she couldn’t take it and pushed him onto his back. Pulling off his pants rather ferociously, she climbed on top of him. He was hard and ready for her and they only looked at each other for a moment before she lowered herself onto him.
As he closed his eyes at the feeling of her warmth she moaned loudly, feeling more filled than she ever had before. Well, it was only once before. She was still so tight and it hurt for a moment until she eased around him. Placing her hands firmly on his shoulders she began to move on him. His hands snaked down to her hips, holding her tightly and pushing her down further.
She increased in speed when the urge to feel more took over her. She could feel her walls tightening around him, her breaths quickening, the sweat beading on her forehead, and yet she could not slow down. The sensations she longed for were driving her forward, faster, harder, deeper, until she felt her orgasm scream within her body and she came on him.
It wasn’t much longer when he released his load inside her either, and to her surprise another orgasm took her over the edge of reason. She grinded on him, wanting to make the feeling last but she was getting too tired to go on. They both panted, trying to catch their breath before they even thought about moving.
He was finally able to calm his heart beat when she grabbed him by the arm, tying to pull him up. He opened his eyes and looked at her curiously.
“What are you doing?” he hissed.
“It’s time for more punishment, sir.” She grinned most wickedly.
She pulled on his arm like a young child trying to get her parents attention, and finally got him to stand. She pulled him over to his bed and jumped into it. She looked over her shoulder to see if he would follow but he simply stared at her as if she really was mad. Severus Snape did not go jumping about, he was poised and sophisticated.
“Are you going to join me or not?” she complained impatiently.
He only raised an eyebrow at her, obviously enjoying her wild persona.
“Ok,” she said while shaking her head. She turned around rather quickly and pulled his hand so that he fell face first onto the bed. He gave a soft, “oof,” and was taken completely by surprise. He didn’t expect to find himself face down on his own bed.
After he positioned himself normally on the bed in a sitting position, he said, “You are eager in every aspect about knowledge, aren’t you?” His voice was like velvet in her ear.
She pulled him on top of her and said, “I’ve always been eager to get into your bed.”
His breath stopped in his throat. The insufferable know-it-all was full of surprises.
It was hardly another moment when he was inside her, again. This time he took control of motions, and was not going to be so forgiving either. He thrusted into her like there was no tomorrow, and he had her moaning louder than she was before. When she adjusted her legs to wrap around him he was bale to move even closer. He could feel his base hitting her opening with each thrust, causing her to shriek with delightful pleasure.
They were both nearing the climax of their position when she moved her hips to his rhythm, meeting him with each thrust to push him in deeper. Her walls clamped down again, pulsing and ready to shudder. He was not going to let her go all ready, even though he wanted to feel her milking him for everything he had.
“Not yet,” he said, starting to sweat as he moved at an agonizingly slow pace, a drastic change from the fast pace moments ago.
“Mmm… yes… don’t… stop… faster… please…”
She had to grab the sheets of the bed to keep her self from floating away. Her moans were low and husky, like some kind of growling cat. He could almost see her hissing, trying to pounce but not wanting to move because the pleasure was too much.
“Ahh… yes… Sev… Severus… yes…”
Clearly she was in another state of mind now. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and her mouth opened wide with each moan. He was filling her more than he thought he could. The slow pace was allowing for every bit of movement to be felt for a glorious moment before it was over. She hissed again, arching her back into his hips, wanting more of him. He paused before either of them came again.
She panted, trying to gather her head. She was going to beg for more when he pulled her up by the small of her back. He bit down into her neck, sucking and flicking his tongue over the smooth skin. Her body practically went limp when he let his fingers trail down her body to her folds again. Since he was still inside her he rubbed her mound softly, not wanting to press to hard or she would orgasm on the spot. Instead he teased her, horribly, painfully, evilly, so that she dug her nails into his back and begged for more.
“Turn over,” he whispered into her ear, biting her ear lobe as he did. He felt her shiver, but she obeyed him. It was so nice when he had all the authority.
She got on her hands and knees and waited for him to enter her again, but he didn’t. Instead he leaned over her and let his fingers glide over her rear entrance. She tensed, knowing what he was going to do, but his soft bites on her shoulder blades made her forget almost as quickly. One of his fingers slipped inside her, trying to push its way through her hesitant muscles. She gasped when he pushed further.
“Relax,” he hissed into her skin. It was easy to do that when he spoke. He could talk her into an orgasm for all she knew. She didn’t listen to him speak during classes just to learn, oh no, it was a thrill to hear his velvet caress her ears.
He had two fingers in her soon, massaging her insides to prepare her for him. Her breaths were between shrieks and moans, making her sound like a wounded animal almost. It wasn’t much longer when he guided his head into her entrance. It was a little wider than his fingers but she started adjusting after she rejected at first. She wanted to feel this and forced her body to take him in.
He was about half way in when she jumped, trying to pull away from him. He pulled her back, kissing her shoulders to calm her. She was about to tell him to stop when she felt his fingers creep across her stomach, down her hips and over her folds again. She thought he was going to caress her nub but she was wrong. He slipped two of his fingers in her opening and pumped them slowly. When he did that she hadn’t even realized he had pushed himself in her back entrance almost completely.
He pulled back a bit and then pushed in. He did this several times until she rocked against him, wanting more.
“Oh… gods… ahh…. mmm… more… yes…”
She could hardly contain herself. The more he pushed into her rear, the faster he would pump his fingers in her front. She thought she was going to faint when he moved his thumb over the soft bud, throbbing for attention too. His movements became faster, and deeper, and she couldn’t help but scream softly at times. She was practically humping his hips when he came first, inside her rear. His warm fluid spilled inside her, making the most erotic sensation she ever had. Soon she had squeezed her muscles over his fingers and he moaned with her until she orgasmed too.
They collapsed onto the bed and said nothing for several minutes. They were both trying to catch their breath, and think about what they had just done.
“That was… oh… it was… I don’t know what it was,” she said muffled through the blankets. Her face was still buried in the sheets.
He pulled her to him so her back was against his chest. He breathed her in, wanting to do that for several months now. Ever since the Christmas holidays, when he saw her slightly tipsy at Grimmauld Place, he knew she was some kind of fascinating young woman. She wasn’t all about her brains and books, she had a charm that he didn’t, and he longed for her to share it with him. She was so open hearted with other people, but she always stiffened around him, shielding her true self. It wasn’t her fault; he got that easily with his domineering presence. He lived with it.
They were nearly both asleep when she jumped suddenly and turned over to look at him. Her eyes were wide for a moment, but then she looked at him oddly and sighed.
“Something wrong, or do you always jump in your sleep?” He said, somewhat irritated.
“No. I just wanted to make sure you weren’t a donkey.” She grinned strangely and closed her eyes. She was passed out now.
Snape thought to himself, mouthing the word donkey silently. He knew she had to be slightly mad to have sex with him so he ignored it and went to sleep.
He was sitting in his office after the graduation ceremony when the door burst open.
“It’s official!” she beamed as she ran over to his desk, waving a piece of paper.
“Miss Granger, calm yourself,” he said somewhat uninterested.
“Sorry.” She took a deep breath and tried to keep her self from smiling, but failed.
“What is it? I haven’t got all day.”
“I got my letter. I’ll be an apprentice while I attend university.”
He raised an eyebrow. “So you really plan to take on an internship while studying potions? That’s quite an undertaking, Miss Granger. Potions is a dedicated field of study,” he said while walking around to look at her letter.
“Well, who better to teach me than the Potions Master?” She grinned as she looked up at him, feeling her body tingle all over.
He looked at her seriously then, giving her that infamous Snape glare.
“I believe you need to be punished again, Miss Granger.”
“Why?” she asked confused.
“For all the extra headaches you are going to cause me while you are my apprentice.”
She looked at him blankly for a moment then smiled, blushing slightly as she left.
He was sitting at his desk when the door to his office flew open, again. He didn’t even need to look up to know who it was.
“Yes, Miss Granger?” he said with his head bent over his notes.
“It’s official,” she said, walking right up to his desk.
He actually looked up at her confused. “What is?”
“Teaching Potions is the ultimate headache,” she smirked at him, annoyed.
“At least you only have the First through Third years. Try teaching four, or even all seven.” He smirked back at her. She had been teaching for barely a year, and all ready complaining about it.
She rolled her eyes at him. “Well, thanks for the advice, professor.” She walked around beside him and pulled him up. She guided him towards the passage, after she muttered the password she added, “and you can stop calling me Miss Granger too.”
She grinned at him as she led him towards the bed. She ripped off their clothes and pulled him on top of her. Before she let him in she looked at him seriously.
“It would be a little more up-to-date if you called me Mrs. Snape.”
“Only when you stop dreaming about donkeys.” He smirked into her mouth and entered his member into its heavenly home.
A/N: And then they lived happily ever after… the end! Ok, so there you have it. I could have so easily drawn this out into a full-length story, but I couldn’t possibly neglect my work in progress, my baby, the one I’ve been writing for over a year! Gasp! Anyways, as you know now, I made them get married. HaHa! It’s the romantic in me, as hard as I try to make something smutty, I can’t help but give a happy ending.
The donkey you ask? Well I made that whole scenario a dream because it was loosing its comedy. I thought it would be totally unexpected and hilarious so, I did it! I wanted it to be about Snape and Hermione anyways.
Well, if anyone has any more requests for a short story, or anything of the sort, you can email me if you like! Thanks for reading and maybe I’ll catch you reading my main story, Peace of My Dreams. Toodles!
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