The Potions Master

Chapter Two
Valentine’s Day

Two weeks passed before Hermione visited the Potion Master’s office again. It was Valentine’s Day and a Hogsmeade weekend, so Snape hadn’t expected any students above second year to be in the castle, despite the cold, rainy weather. He was grading an essay he’d assigned the first-years on Grindelows when he was startled by a pounding on his office door. He opened it to reveal a bedraggled-looking Hermione. Her hair and robes were soaking wet. It looked like she had just come in from a downpour.

“Hermione, what’s wrong?” he asked, alarmed.

In response, Hermione burst into tears, burying her face into his chest, not even noticing that a large wet spot was forming on the front of his robes from her dripping hair.

Gently, he drew her into the office, closing the door and locking it behind him. For a few minutes, he simply held her as she cried, stroking her soft curls. When her tears began to slow, he led her to the chairs. With a few deft flicks of his wand, he conjured a plate of sandwiches and a pot of tea and started a fire in the fireplace. Once Hermione had a cup or two of tea and a sandwich in her belly, he said, “What happened?”

Hermione took a shaky breath. “Malfoy,” she said, “made fun of me for not having a Valentine’s date. He said no one would ever want to date an ugly MUDBLOOD like me. Tears began coursing down her cheeks again and her shoulders shook with sobs. Snape dropped to his knees in front of her chair as she cried again. “Maybe he’s right,” she snuffled, “maybe I should just give up now and be a fat, spinster librarian.”

He lifted her chin and wiped her face with the handkerchief he pulled from the pocket of his robes. “You listen to me, Hermione Granger,” he said firmly, “as your professor, I can say that you most certainly will NOT become a librarian. You will not waste your talent that way. You will become a lawyer, or a doctor, or a politician, or something that will make use of your incredible mind. As your friend, I can say that you are not ugly. Most boys are probably intimidated by your intelligence. You are a beautiful young woman and it has been a pleasure to watch you grow and mature over the past five years.”

Hermione snuffled and wiped her nose on her sleeve. “You really think so?” she said, smiling a bit.

“Of course I do,” he said, sliding his hands down her arms.

“No one’s ever told me that before.”

“Not even Harry and Ron?”

“They don’t think of me like that. I’m just one of the guys to them, not a girl.”

“That’s their loss.” Snape brushed a lock of hair off her forehead. “You are beautiful and any man would be lucky to have you.”

“Thank you, Severus,” said Hermione, laying both her hands on his shoulders. Without warning, she placed one hand on either side of his face and kissed him. For a moment, he kissed her back, then he pulled away.

“Hermione, what are you doing?” he said, pulling her hands off his face, “I’m a teacher, you’re a student. We can’t do this.”

“Of course we can, Severus,” said Hermione with a small laugh, “who’s to know? Besides, I’m over the age of consent.”

Snape’s eyes widened at her words and he shook his head firmly. “No, he said, “you’re just vulnerable, you’ve been hurt.”

“Don’t be silly, Severus,” said Hermione, her old bossiness coming to light once again, “when have you ever known me to make a less-than-informed decision? I’ve been thinking about this for two weeks, ever since the first time you invited me here. I realized that night that I have been attracted to you for some time, but I refused to admit it because you were so mean all the time. Tonight, you helped me realize that I need someone more mature, someone who will appreciate me for who I am. That person could be you.”

“But Hermione,” Snape tried to reason, “I’m old enough to be your father. Besides, we could never be open about it, we’d have to hide…”

“Doesn’t that make it more fun?” she said, smirking, “I’m not really looking for a relationship anyway; I just want to have someone to spend time with who thinks of me as a woman.” She kissed him gently. “It’ll be alright,” she murmured. She kissed him again, unsnapping the clasp of his robes and sliding them off his shoulders. Pulling back for a moment, she unclasped her own robes and let them fall. She stood and stepped around Snape where he still knelt on the floor by the chair.

“You know you want me, Severus,” she purred seductively, “just admit it.”

“I do,” he whispered, turning to face her. He took her hand and pulled her down beside him, stretching out full-length on the plush rug. Pillowing his head on his arm, he pulled her tightly against him. “Are you sure about this?” he whispered.

“Definitely,” she said firmly.

Without further hesitation, Snape buried his fingers in her hair and pulled her head to his, kissing her hard. He slipped his tongue into her mouth to touch hers. Hermione shuddered at the sensation, digging her nails into his upper arm and pulling his body against her. She rolled him onto his back and straddled him. She could already feel his cock bulging in his trousers.

Chuckling, she whispered in his ear, “When was the last time you were well and truly fucked?”

“Too long,” he said firmly, then gasped as she first bit his earlobe, then ran her tongue around the outside of his ear. He slid his hands inside her blouse. He stroked her soft back, noticing that she wore no bra.

Hermione sat up and unbuttoned her blouse, flinging it over her shoulder. Snape’s jaw dropped as her breasts were exposed. They weren’t large, but they were full and high, the areolas large and a beautiful dusky rose. She then stood and slid her skirt and panties over her hips, kicking off her shoes as she did so.

Snape lay on his back, awestruck by the beauty of her body, bathed in the warm glow of the fire. She was like some pagan goddess – curvaceous, soft, strong, almost ethereal. Hermione chuckled when his eyes lingered on the soft pink slit between her legs. “Depilation spell,” she explained, “stays smooth longer than shaving and less painful than waxing.”

“It’s magnificent,” Snape said. Kneeling before his goddess, he began to worship at her temple. He kissed her feet first, then traced a row of kisses up each leg. Then, spreading the lips of her pussy with his thumbs, he began tonguing her clit.

“Aah, yes, Severus, that’s so good,” moaned Hermione, clutching at his head desperately. Her legs trembled so much, Snape feared she would fall. Stopping his tortuous ministrations, he drew her down onto the rug again and positioned himself between her legs. Spreading her knees, he began lapping at her soft, pink pussy. He ran his tongue up and down her pussy, eliciting a shudder of pleasure and a loud moan from his willing pupil.

“Severus,” she groaned. In answer, he slid two fingers into her pussy and began pumping them gently, tonguing her clit as he did so. Hermione’s body tensed as she approached her climax. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, I’m cumming,” she panted. At that moment her body convulsed with the first spasms. “Oh, yes, yessss, it’s so good,” she cried, “don’t stop! Ooooohhh!” Finally, she lay still, her chest heaving.

Snape moved up her body, pressing kisses onto her belly and breasts. Taking one nipple in his mouth, he suckled firmly upon it. He pinched the other hard, eliciting a squeal from Hermione.

Sitting up, she pushed him away from her. “I want to see your body,” she demanded. Snape obliged her, stripping off his clothes and tossing them aside. Hermione looked him up and down appreciatively. He had managed to avoid getting a paunch, despite the many years of rich Hogwarts food. His already hard dick wasn’t exceptionally long, but was amazingly thick, the shiny purple head large and bulbous.

Rising to her knees, Hermione took the head in her mouth, stroking the shaft with one hand and fondling his balls with the other. “Professor,” she said between sucks, “I’m tired of being a good girl. I want to be bad. Tell me what a naughty little girl I’m being.”

Her words alone nearly sent Snape over the edge, but he managed to control himself, determined to give this amazing girl – woman – anything she wanted tonight. “You’re such a bad girl,” he choked out, “you really like being dirty, don’t you? You just love having my big, hard cock in that pretty little mouth of yours.”

“I do, Professor,” she said meekly, “I just love the taste of your cock. Are you going to let me taste your cum, too?”

Snape grinned. He was really getting into this dirty talk. “Maybe,” he said, “if you earn it.” He gasped as she sucked still harder, rolling her tongue around the head. “You’re really good at sucking dick. I bet you’ve sucked half the dicks in Gryffindor, you little slut.” A muffled moan escaped her. “Oh, you like it when I call you a slut? Well that’s what you are. Look at you – on your knees, naked, with your teacher’s cock in your mouth. What a filthy whore.”

“Yes,” moaned Hermione, jerking him frantically, “I’m a dirty little whore. Please, give your slut what she wants!”

Snape happy complied, spurting his creamy white cum into her open mouth. She swallowed it eagerly, smacking her lips in satisfaction. “Yummy,” she said with a devilish smile. Standing, she kissed him hard, her tongue snaking in and out of his mouth. He cupped her ass and pulled her against him, his still-hard cock pressing against her stomach.

Ending the kiss, she took his head in both her hands and looked into his eyes. “Fuck me,” she said simply. She lowered herself to the floor, pulling him down with her. He positioned himself over her, careful to bear most of his weight on his arms. Placing the head of his cock against her pussy, he paused.

“Are you ready?” he whispered. She nodded nervously. Covering her mouth with his, he drove himself into her, smothering her soft cry of pain with his kiss. He held himself still for a moment, waiting for her breathing to become calm, then began moving inside her.

The pain faded quickly and Hermione began to feel pleasure replacing it. Wrapping her arms around him, she could feel the muscles in his back tensing and releasing in time with his thrusts. “Mmm, Severus, that feels good,” she breathed.

“Your pussy is so tight,” he groaned, slowing his thrusts.

Suddenly, Hermione bucked her hips and shoved on his shoulders, surprising him. “What’s wrong?” he gasped, falling to one side.

“Nothing,” she said cheerily, straddling him and sliding his dick back inside her, “I just wanted to be on top.”

Snape chuckled for a moment, but stopped as she began to ride him. Reaching behind her with one hand, she fondled his balls, making him cry out and grip her hips. “By the gods, Hermione, where the fuck did you learn this?” he almost shouted.

“Just a natural, I guess,” she laughed.

Snape reached up to rub her clit as she quickened her pace, moaning loudly as she road him. She dragged her nails down his chest. “I’m going to cum,” she cried, moving even faster, “oh, fuck, that feels so good!” Snape felt his own orgasm approaching. Just as he felt the first spasms of her orgasm beginning, he came as well, crying out her name.

Hermione collapsed onto his chest, breathing hard, her body still trembling slightly. She pillowed her head on his shoulder. Her hair draped across his face, but he didn’t bother to move it.

“What kind of shampoo do you use, Hermione?” he asked, wrapping his arms around her and stroking her back.

“I make it myself. It’s scented with an oil called Egyptian Night, a mixture of sandalwood, patchouli, and jasmine. Do you like it?”

“It’s intoxicating.” He took a lock in his mouth and tugged on it playfully. Hermione giggled and rolled off him onto the rug, laying her head on his chest. “You’re a good pillow,” she murmured sleepily.

“Alright,” he said firmly, “we’re going to bed. It’s after midnight.” He stood and pulled her to her feet. He led her through one of the doors in the back of the room, which led not to a storage room, but to Snape’s private quarters. There was a small sitting room, a bathroom, and a bedroom. The rooms were elegantly decorated with honey-colored wood furnishings and warm red draperies. The pair crawled into the bed and fell asleep almost immediately, wrapped in each other’s arms.