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His Little Potions Slut	By : poptart52 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 61669 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Thank you everyone for your lovely comments! I’m sooooo sorry it took me so long to update, but I’ve been busy with work, and weather and Easter made things difficult for both myself and my new Beta. However, I had a three day weekend! So here’s your update!

Also, thanks to blossoming art for being my Beta!

And now… the story!

Saturday morning I awake with a groan. My head hurts. It’s pounding, really, and I don’t want to go to breakfast, but Professor Snape has ordered me to. Oh Gods. Just thinking of him brings a blush to my cheeks! Soon, perhaps I’ll call Him—No. He would never allow that; would He? I shake my head and get out of bed, showering for the day and getting ready. I’m on simple orders from him so far. After our initial talk, we spoke about some of the things we might want out of the relationship. His request, with which I’m very willing to oblige, is obedience from me.

He’s requested I wear a thong today. A thong and—I blush again—no bra. My amble bust is to be unprotected, so with every gust of wind, every chill, He’ll be able to see my nipples pebbling beneath my t-shirt. I shake my head. That Man…

My hair goes up in a sloppy pony-tail, a few curls falling into my face. Light make up and I’m ready to go to breakfast. Just the thought of seeing Him… I take a few deep breaths to steel myself, and head down to the Great Hall, where breakfast is already in full swing. He glances up when I enter the room, but it’s so quick, only I notice. I sit down with Harry and Ron, and they don’t even notice that I’m not wearing a bra. They don’t even really look my way. See? This is why I need a real man in my life. Someone who would noticethings like that.

Snape notices. Not only does He notice, but He enjoys it.

Oh. That leads me to the other order from the morning. I’m to eat a full plate of food, along with a bowl of cereal and at least one cup of juice. He noticed my picky eating the night before, and was concerned:

“No submissive of mine will ever go without. You will eat, girl. Is that understood?”

Remembrance of those words sends a shiver down my spine. He really is very caring. Very sensual too. He played with my hair during the entire thing, nearly, kissed my forehead and my hair.

A soft smile plays on my lips and I notice Ginny eyeing me curiously. My eyes show slight alarm and hers just sparkle. The kind of look that says ‘Oh, you will be telling me everything later!’ I groan slightly, to her amusement. Ginny is too smart for her own good. But I don’t think she would really disapprove. Even though she’swith Harry, she has a major crush on Lupin; I know that for sure.

“I’m sorry, I have some homework to work on. I’ll talk to you guys later, ok?”

I’ve finished my food. Easy escape, completely believable, and—well—mostly true.

Snape has given me homework. But it’s not for class. I’m to write down fantasies I wish made into reality. Everything. And anything I’ve ever been remotely interested in. That… is hard. But He promised it won’t all come into effect right away, so I guess it will be all right.

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I was up all night thinking about it. About her. How in the name of Merlin did I allow that little chit to get to me? She’s of age—yes—and top of her class, but she’s still my student. Pros and cons of this, well…we’ll see how it goes. If it goes further, then I’ll alert Albus and Minerva.Yes, that’s it. Ride the wave, see how it works out.

And oh the Dark Lord would just love this information. His supposed right hand man, his spy for the dark, Master to one of the Golden Trio…

No backing out now. Just have to move forward. For the name of all things good, that little witch better know how to keep things discreet! Well, I suppose we’ll see now; time to head to the Great Hall. Need to sneak in like I normally do. Not that anyone cares. Except her, of course...

But she’s not in the room when I slide into my seat at the Head Table. This is irritating. I gave her specific orders to eat her breakfast, so she should be here. Just then, a brunette shock of hair and bouncy, pert breasts enter the room and make their way to the Gryffindor table. Her eyes meet mine for half a second before I lower my gaze. No need to call any attention to either of us. Thank Merlin she showed up. I would have sent a howler to the girl, and made her arse so red she wouldn’t have been able to sit. But Granger is proving to be a good girl so far. Yes, she likes listening to her betters. Such a good little slut…

I have to shake my head, clear it of those thoughts. Soon, Severus, soon. First, feel the little chit out. You can owl her later. That’s it. Make sure she’s doing as she’s told. And the Room of Requirement is always an option…

In my musing, she’s disappeared. Bugger. I have to sit here at least a bit longer, since Albus is chattering on about something or other and it would be rude and hurt the old man if I left in the middle. And his damn twinkling eyes would never let me live it down!

Speaking of the devil…

“Yes, Albus. I completely agree that the new policy is codswallop. However, I regret I must be going. I have… things… to attend to in my chambers.”

Fantastic. A quick and easy getaway.

Students part as I begin my descent into the dungeons, my robes billowing out menacingly. If only they knew what I was about to do; then they really would be terrified.

As part of the deal with Granger, she will be writing down fantasies and things she has always wanted to try. I think it will do well for her to see any common interests we have. My morning will be spent by writing down my fantasies, as well as things I wish to do with her. A smirk plays on my lips. Oh, this will be a wonderful morning…

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A List for Professor Snape;

Fantasies:

You spanking me over Your desk for my potion being sub-par, even if it really isn’t.

You snogging me in the hallway where anyone and everyone could walk by.

You snogging me at a school dance or outing. Where people dowalk by!

Me cooking for You… nude?

Kneeling for You in the Great Hall… during meal time.

Things I would like to try:

Bondage

Pain (receiving)

Dollification (I looked that one up…)

High heel/restrictive clothing fetish?

Collar?...

And I stopped. I couldn’t think of any more. Going back and forth between the two categories, I realized I really didn’t know anything about this lifestyle. Hopefully Snape can read between the lines more than I can read the surface. Of course He can, you stupid girl. He’s a legillimens! Why is it that my internal monologue sounds more and more like Him with every passing moment?...

Glancing up at my clock I see that it’s nearly time to eat again. Have I really been at this for a few hours? I shake my head. Wow. I roll up the parchment and tie it with a ribbon, handing the scroll to my owl, the one my parents got me over the summer for earning Head Girl… or rather, gave me money to get myself.

“Please get this safely to Professor Snape. You need not wait for a reply. Thanks, girl.”

I smile and stroke her feathers lovingly before opening the window and setting her out to fly. Watching her go, I follow her for a moment before sighing. Guess I should head down to the Great Hall and eat. I’m not really even hungry, but my presence would be missed. The boys would definitely notice me not being at a meal and while they may not read much into it, Ginny would, so I need to go.

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Oh the things I want to do to that little witch! How to put them in writing? It would be too much. Take up far too much parchment. It’s like what that old Muggle woman, Elizabeth Berrett Browning wrote: ‘How do I love thee? Let me count the ways…’ But much more perverse. Much more… challenging.

Let me count the ways…

Fantasies:

You, roped, Silenced, and under my desk during your period off.

Late at night during your rounds, I catch you off guard and slam you against a wall and ravish you, then punish you for letting your guard down.

You crawling to me and having to beg permission for something, but having to refer to yourself as “this Mudblood”… such a dirty word coming from a mouth like yours.

And then, I think of a good one.

You servicing myself and my Godson. Apart and at the same time.

Fetishes:

Bondage

Pain (giving)

Slutification, or making you look like the little slut you really are…

M/s (Master/slave)

Watersports

Blood and cutting

Old school punishments

Branding

There are more, girl. You can be certain of that.

And with that I end my writings. It should be sufficient for now. I’m interested to see what she comes up with. The bell rings to signal meal time, but I think I’ll take lunch in my quarters. No need to show up at meal time today, and it will throw the little witch off guard. She’s no doubt thinking of me…

A knock on the small window near the ceiling has me sure of it, and I let the owl in.

“Wait. I have a reply.”

Scribbling down that I wish to meet her tomorrow afternoon, I roll up the parchment and hand it to the owl.

“Go. You are dismissed.”

It tries to peck at me for not giving it food, but I know that Granger will do so. And now, I think. This is her homework I set her to. Her very own ideas and wants and wishes from this… relationship, as much as I loath to brand it as such.

I set down the scroll and make myself a sandwich and a coffee before settling down again and opening it up. Her fantasies are common, and the things she wants to attempt are very basic. But what should one expect from someone so fresh, so new, so… virgin and naive. Dollification, though… now that, I believe she did look up. That could be interesting. Yes, very interesting. Similar to slutification, I assume. Or I could make it so.

I finish my sandwich and jot down a note to Draco. My Godson will be the first to know of these new… developments. He shares quarters with the little chit, and he can keep the girl in line when I’m not around. Yes, this works out perfectly. He can meet with me for tea just before the girl gets here tomorrow. Slowly, a smirk works across my face. Yes. This… this is just tooperfect. Indeed.

Alright, ya’ll. This chapter was a bit longer, and I hope they continue to get longer still. I’m working on figuring out the MS Word:AFF ratio here haha plus I had a small moment where the plot bunnies decided it was so close to Easter that they would go on vacation. But then I reminded them (quite severely) that I’m Jewish and so I don’t give two shits. They got punished and got right back to work, they did!

Now to reviews!

@MarksPet: I love Master Snape and slave Hermione situations. J <3 I also like male/male stories but when it comes to male/female, this is definitely the best. If your name is up-to-date, congrats on your collaring, btw. J

@Meltin2me: Sooooo sorry! I’m very much a tease! ;)

@Insolence: I apologize for “shouting”, I was just so excited! Haha. And noooo… scrubbing files sucks. Spell checker is your friend. I just needed a Beta for when my plot bunnies desert me and force me to write in a way that isn’t so fantastic. L
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