Snape Brings in the New Year with a Bang

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Chapter 2 ~ It’s the Sensible Thing to Do

Hermione finished reading the article with a sigh, her eyes glowing with all the interesting facts and possibilities she had gleaned. She closed the magazine and smiled at the Professor, who was looking at her intently.

“That was fascinating. Thank you so much for letting me read it, Professor,” she said, standing up.

The Professor looked up at her.

“Sit down, Miss Granger,” he said in a low voice.

Hermione furrowed her brow at him.

“But I’m done with the article, Professor…you must want to…”she began.

“Sit down I said!” he snarled at her.

Hermione dropped back into the armchair, frightened by his reaction. The Potions Master took another sip of his firewhiskey, then put it down on the small table that sat between them.

“Miss Granger, when I spoke to you about the next month’s issue of Potions Today, you stated quite clearly that you would give anything to read that article. Do you remember this?” he asked her silkily.

“Yes…” Hermione said uneasily.

“Well, I intend to hold you to your word,” he said, leaning forward slightly.

“My word? Professor, that was just a figure of speech,” she said nervously.

“I’m afraid it wasn’t, Miss Granger. You confirmed you would give anything when I questioned you a second time. I took you at your word. Surely you didn’t think I brought you down here out of the kindness of my heart?” he said, his black eyes glittering.

“But…but…Professor..” Hermione said, trying to explain

“Did I or did I not give you access to my personal reading material, Miss Granger?” he asked her harshly.

“Yes,” she said in a small voice

“Now I insist you give me the reciprocal “anything” you said you would,” he responded.

Hermione looked at him.

“What do you want?” she asked him, her amber eyes wide.

“To fuck you,” he replied, his eyes narrowing. He felt a delicious throb under his robes at telling her that, and seeing the shocked look on her face.

“But, you’re a Professor of Hogwarts…I’m a student. You can’t be serious,” she said.

“I am a man, Miss Granger, with a man’s needs. You are a woman. You are eighteen. The age of consent. Legal. And I want to fuck you,” Snape responded, “That is the anything I require.”

“What if I say no?” she asked.

“You made an agreement with me. It is my right to collect it, Miss Granger,” he responded, a dangerous edge to his voice. “Though I promise that if you let me do this, I will make it pleasurable for you. It will be better than what you would get if you gave yourself to some randy young, inexperienced wizard. You’re eighteen. You must have some sexual feelings. Just because you keep your nose in books all day doesn’t mean you don’t feel the urge for sex. Am I right, Miss Granger?”

Hermione just looked at him.

The Professor studied her.

“I’d even go so far as to say, Miss Granger,” he said smoothly, “given your penchant for approaching things logically, you’ve been considering fucking someone just to try and ease that ache you feel as well as satisfy your curiosity. And probably haven’t been able to select anyone your own age because they don’t fit your ideal requirements. I imagine you never even figured in romance as a factor. That would take too much time when you want answers now.”

Hermione stared at him.

“Are you using legilimency on me, Professor?” she asked.

He was right. About everything.

“No,” he replied, “I have been your teacher for seven years, Miss Granger. I know a lot about you, how you process information, and deal with situations. Your intellect is your strongest asset. The part of you that you are most confident with. It makes sense that you would approach your sexuality intellectually and logically. I am offering you a solution. I am intelligent, and you respect me. I am experienced, so there will be no fumbling. I am mature, so you won’t hear stories about me fucking you whispered throughout the halls of Hogwarts. I am willing, so you don’t have the embarrassment of having to ask me.”

Snape knew that by taking the personal factors out of the situation, and focusing on the logic of it, he could talk the young woman into thinking this was what she wanted as well. Combined with her Gryffindor sense of honor, which probably would not let her break an agreement, his cock was practically halfway in her. Hermione was intelligent, but not very smart.

Hermione considered the Professor’s argument for letting him fuck her. First, she had said she’d give anything to read that article. It was an unfortunate choice of words, but she had said it, and reconfirmed it with the dark wizard. Second, she had been considering having sex with someone in a purely impersonal manner to meet the need that afflicted her from time to time. But she wanted to be sure it would be a good, solid experience. There was no guarantee the young wizards she had to choose from would be able to provide a solid experience, because of their youth.

The witch looked at Professor Snape consideringly. His cock throbbed as he watched her peruse his suitability mentally, almost able to see the wheels turning beneath her curly hair. She had better choose to do it, otherwise he would simply take her and obliviate her afterwards. He needed some ass and planned to be stroking by the stroke of twelve. He decided to push her.

“Miss Granger, can you think of any reason why you shouldn’t let me fuck you, considering the approach you already had in mind?” he asked her. “I am more than qualified to meet your requirements. And I am extremely ready to meet them right now,” he said, his eyes glittering at her.

Hermione felt a little jolt of heat at the way the Professor was looking at her, and the way he was leaning in the armchair as if ready to jump up and pounce on her. At least she could bring in the New Year learning something new.

“No, Professor, I really can’t think of any reason why my first experience shouldn’t be with you, except for the fact that I know you don’t particularly care for me,” she said. “I would think it would be difficult to make love to someone who you don’t like.”

The Potions Master’s mouth quirked.

“Miss Granger, in most situations that would be true. But not when it comes to fucking. All you need are two components. A hard cock and a wet pussy. Love, hate, like or dislike doesn’t matter. Sex occurs on an animal level,” Snape said knowledgably, “It’s instinctual. Almost autonomous. And I must tell you Miss Granger, I will not be making love to you. It isn’t possible between us. Making love requires tender emotion, which neither of us has. I will be slaking my need while satisfying your curiosity and your need. It will be good for both of us, regardless of how we feel personally about each other.”

Snape felt like patting himself on the back. He was one smooth bastard.

Hermione considered this.

“Ok,” she said, “I’ll do it then.”

There. It was just that simple. The Professor stood up and began unbuttoning his robes.

“Of course, you’ll want to learn all you can. You don’t know when you’ll have another opportunity like this,” he said persuasively.

Hermione nodded, watching him undo his robes.

Snape gave her a dark grin. He was going to fuck Gryffindor’s Princess apparent. Minerva would have bicorns if she knew what her darling Hermione was about to do. That just made it all the sweeter. As far as learning all she can…well now. He looked at her expectantly.

Hermione seemed hypnotized watching the Potions Master undress, making no move to remove her own clothing.

Snape frowned at her.

“Miss Granger, I could simply throw up your robes and pull down your knickers if that is what you want, but if you want the full experience, I suggest you get naked,” Snape said, shrugging out of his robes. He was debating whether to take her in the study or in his bedroom. His bedroom had a chiming clock. He decided to take her in there. It was eleven o’clock right now. After some preliminaries he was sure he could time it so he would be fucking her when New Years came in.

Hermione pulled out her wand.

“Divesto,” she said. She was instantly naked. Snape’s eyes went wide as saucers. He had expected her to undress normally. But this was good. Hermione’s body was beautiful. She was small, the way Snape liked his women, but she had strong female attributes. Large breasts, hips and ass. She would probably be stout at middle age but right now…she was just what the Potions Master ordered. Snape almost drooled on himself as his eyes swept over her. She looked a bit insecure about her body. No matter. She’d soon see how much he appreciated it.

Hermione watched as the Professor removed his shirt. Wow. He was cut. She would never have expected that. He had a well-developed torso and ripped abs. His chest was hairless, his pale skin, smooth like alabaster. His black eyes and hair made an interesting contrast with the rest of his body. Hermione watched as he removed his pants, and then his black silk boxers.

Her mouth dropped open. She had never seen a real cock before but she was sure Professor Snape’s cock was overly large. The mushroomed head of it looked almost as big as her fist, all right, half her fist, but still. The shaft was almost as thick around as the head, jutting out from a thick nest of curly black hair. Pulsing veins encircled the entire length. His cock was pale like the rest of him, but the tip of it was almost purple. The head was dripping too, almost as if it were drooling.

Snape looked down at his swollen organ, then at her hungrily. Hermione swallowed.

“Professor, you seem…well…abnormally big.” she said, eyeing his cock doubtfully.

In response, his lip curled lustfully.

“I assure you, Miss Granger, this is my proper size and girth. Nature was…kind,” he smirked at her then grabbed her hand.

“Come with me, Miss Granger,” he said, pulling her toward his bedroom.

“It’s time to get educated.”

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A/N: Bad Snape is smooth. He knew just how to get the witch to agree. Please review.