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Many Lessons to be Learned	By : Shay89 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 36507 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Authors Note: Once again! I don’t own any characters or anything to do with Harry Potter and J.K. Rowling’s writings. I want to warn everyone occasional chapters will be from SNAPES POV and this is one of them. Let the smut begin.

The Golden Girl

He had been watching her with growing interest over the course of the year. Although she had done her first project of the year in Arithmancy she had spent many days in the private lab he allowed only his best students into. The Head girl and boy were the only two who had been brave enough to even ask to use his rooms let alone ask for help if they ever needed it. Though he’d noticed Hermione had grown more and more cautious about doing so.

In the beginning, though it was a rare occurrence, you could tell when she was struggling. She would always nervously chew her bottom lip as she fervently reread the part that was confusing her. Finally she would come up with the best possible conclusion and attempt it, which had resulted in a number of explosions in the lab. Finally she seemed to grow comfortable asking me, most likely because I wouldn’t insult her for experimenting. If I were honest in my days training to be a potions Master I had made many similar mistakes.

Somewhere along the line she went from presenting me with what she thought was the best possible conclusion and listening avidly to my opinion to a new behavior. I couldn’t imagine I could shake the golden girl up. She was never nervous, always had a clever retort for her now common companion Draco and could clearly keep up with the best of them. Well more aptly she stayed right ahead of the best of them.

The whole class was focused on their potions so I took this chance to observe the young woman. Because that is what she was now, clearly no longer a girl but rather a young and powerful woman with what appeared to be infinite potential. Her outrageous hair had softened and grown out past her shoulders. She had only part pinned back and the warm brown curls seemed to glint even in the windowless dungeon. Perhaps observing a student like this could be considered inappropriate but there seemed to be something going on with the girl.

I smirked at how she had kept me locked out of her thoughts except to show me one she was sure I would hate. Defiant, brave and yes a little bit childish but everyone has his or her moments. After this past Christmas holiday he would never look at her the same, though he doubt she let herself really remember that evening. Sitting back in his chair he let his mind flash back to that night.

It was winter break and most the student body was home a small friendly contingent had stayed wanting to really milk their last year for all they could it seemed. Granger and Potter had been amongst this group, though by whatever graces the Gods had Weasley had gone home. He had witnessed the public break ups of Granger and the flaming dunderhead and Potter and the Molly wannabe. Both had been messy, rumors had been spread, some very nasty rumors no less and not only did both keep their heads held high they managed to stay close to one another and maintain the respect of nearly the entire student body. Their lack of reaction and obvious disinterest in the most likely false gossip garnered the respect of pretty much everyone who knew them. Even to my complete and utter surprise several Slytherins. It was almost funny to watch as they casually approached the now golden duo in my mind and declared in the most roundabout ways both allegiance and a truce.

Slowly the inter-house unity was developing and all because of Potter and Granger. That night they had been invited along with some of the remaining Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws to what no doubt was a traditionally wild Slytherin party. It was something he couldn’t possibly imagine Granger at, ever. He’d had to shut several of them down in the past, there were always copious amounts of alcohol, and on most occasions distinctly sexual and private acts would occur between pairs in the middle of the common room for all to see. They never began with those intentions but it always grew out of proportion.

Now I didn’t shut this one down but around three in the morning as I was performing my night patrol duties I happened upon the young woman. Not only was she out after curfew she was clearly intoxicated. I was about to step forward and call her out but I noticed something that stopped me. She was in a hidden alcove on bench resting her back against the wall her shoulder pressed against the window. Perhaps she could have been asleep but as I pulled down the silencing charm she had the sense to put up it was clear she wasn’t.

Her head was tilted slightly back with her eyes shut a flush over her cheeks and chest. She was wearing an emerald green dress, a small dress, and the color looked fantastic on her. The straps were thin and you could tell from her side they crisscrossed intricately in the back and met solid fabric once again right above her ass. The dress may have been longer than he thought but she had one leg dangling towards the floor and the other knee bent up and spread towards the window. The dress bunched up around her waist. From where he was standing he couldn’t see everything, but the petite girl had one hand rubbing her fabric covered breasts and the other hidden between her legs.

Taking advantage of her obliviousness he crept to the other side of the alcove and disillusioned himself. He had two options here he could call her out and mortify her giving her detention till the end of the year or he could let it play out. He knew how wrong it was to watch but he couldn’t tear his eyes from the display before him. Her small fingers were dancing over her clit occasionally dipping down into her clearly soaking slit. He was quick to cast a muffliato on the hall way and himself so she wouldn’t get distracted or hear him at all. He would have disillusioned the entire alcove but there was something hot about her being willing to perform these acts in public with no care that she could get caught.

As he rubbed his now painful erection through the fabric of his trousers he slipped into her mind. Too intrigued by the vixen in front of him to resist knowing what she fantasized about. He didn’t know what he expected to find but he supposed Potter or perhaps one of the older, smarter Slytherin boys who could actually challenge her mentally like Blaise or Draco would be the center of her fantasies. As it was her fantasy nearly matched reality and she had clearly just begun.

The real version of her let out a guttural whimper as she tugged at the fabric of the dress revealing two beautiful breasts to him. In the chill air her nipples hardened immediately and both hands flew up to find them. A peak in each hand she rolled, twisted and pinched them emitting small whimpers at each tug. She lifted her other knee and her vision in the fantasy mirrored the movement. Wiggling her body forward the fabric of the dress was pushed up high beyond her waist leaving her womanhood entirely exposed. She lifted her left leg and rested the foot on the slightly higher windowsill and her right knee fell out. The stretching opened her glistening lips and he was biting back a moan at the exposure. She was having a fantasy about exactly what she was doing; perhaps the little minx was an exhibitionist.

On her feet were platform black stilettos. And around the ankle resting on the windowsill were a delicate pair of black panties. The smell of her arousal was filling his senses and he found he could no longer hold back his groan and was immensely glad he’d cast the silencing spell on himself. Slowly he unbuttoned his trousers without unbuckling his belt and pulled his length out of the opening in his silk boxers. The hardened length pulsed almost painfully in his hand and he was almost alarmed at how quickly Grangers little slutty display had aroused him. His hand stilled on himself at the thought of how horrified Granger would probably be to know her professor had not only found her wanking but was doing so himself while watching the intimate act.

Letting that thought pass he slipped back into her fantasy. In reality her legs were still splayed open her body utterly exposed. The dress pushed up high above her belly button and tugged down roughly under her breasts pushing the soft flesh up no doubt cutting into it lightly. But in her fantasy he was surprised to find her sitting straight up hurriedly trying to cover her exposed body while looking in shame at the floor. Interesting, he thought.

“My, my, my what a little slut you are. It would appear all those nasty rumors are unfounded. If only they knew what a little whore you are Miss Granger, then perhaps the whole school could take advantage of you the way you clearly want them too.” She whimpered out at the words and squeezed her thighs together with her face still looking at the ground flushed red. “Isn’t this what you wanted Miss Granger? To get caught rubbing your desperate little cunt searching for completion?” The voice was a low growl almost and she shifted more uncomfortably, he mildly thought it was interesting that in her own fantasy she was being called ‘Miss Granger’ and reacting so beautifully to being degraded. It’d be interesting to find out who found her out in the fantasy.

“I bet you want to be used, taken forcefully, made to submit, don’t you? Your such a little slut you would probably get aroused by punishment.” The figure moved towards her and black robes came into view but she wasn’t looking up so the face wasn’t clear yet. The man’s fingers caressed a covered breast gently for a second before pulling back and slapping it. The beautiful sound that was wrenched from the girls lips made him groan, the man in the dream just laughed a little before doing the same thing to the other breast.

Pulling the cloth down as she had in reality he began a more vicious assault on the lovely breasts. Occasionally stopping the slapping and rubbing to tweak, pinch and pull a little harshly on her nipples. The little slut was enjoying it, so much so she wasn’t even attempting to hide it. Face still down in shame she arched into her abusers hands whimpering and moaning loudly now. The man pulled back entirely and she cried out.

“What was that Miss Granger? Did you want me to keep going?” The bastard was teasing this beautiful woman; she made a whimpering sound seeming unable to form words. “If you don’t answer me directly I can’t continue.”

“Oh god, please” she moaned out.

“Please what Miss Granger?”

“Please don’t stop touching me,” she cried out.

The man wagged his finger at her as if she had done something wrong “that is not nearly specific enough. Funny in class you won’t shut your little know-it-all mouth; think you have all the answers. Don’t pretend to have shame now that you’ve been caught acting like a filthy slut in a school hallway. What do you need me to touch?”

“Fuck…” she hissed out. “I need you to touch my breasts.”

“What do you need done to them?”

She groaned out frustrated and raised her head to look into her tormenters eyes and he couldn’t maintain a gasp as his face and body came into clear view in her fantasy “slap them, toy with them, bite them, I don’t care just play with them.”

It was bold of her to react this way and fantasy him chuckled darkly and resumed his gentle assault. In seconds he switched to rough hits five to each breast alternating between the tweaking, pinching and tugging and the gentle rubbing between each set. He pulled only slightly out of the fantasy to find reality Hermione had been mimicking the fantasy movements. Her chest was red and abused, she was crying out harshly obviously aroused. At some point her panties had come loose and were resting on the ground. Despite having nothing near her swollen and wet nether lips the little slut was rolling her hips as if she couldn’t get enough of the touch, as if she were nearing a peak.

Fantasy him had stopped slapping her breasts and commanded her to stand up in a cold voice. Roughly she was spun and bent at the hips so her face was pressed sideways against the window. Hands rubbed roughly over the soft flesh of her ass before rising up and giving each beautiful round cheek a slap. He half pulled out to find that she had actually moved to this position and as her fantasy Snape harshly pushed her legs apart and thrust her head down so that she would be so far bent as to be resting her head and hands for balance on the bench she had just been lying on he watched the real woman follow suit.

At this angle she was so beyond exposed. He couldn’t help it he moved more directly behind her and looked at the exquisite site. With how far her legs were spread the outer lips of her pussy were pulled slightly back exposing the soaking inner lips. No doubt a vulnerable and embarrassing position for such a girl, but she did it beautifully. Slipping back into her fantasy he slid to his knees not even four feet behind her and stroked his painful erection as he looked up at the perfect view he had just gained of her sex.

Fantasy him commanded her once again “don’t touch yourself you filthy little slut. Look at you how desperate and hungry you are. Basically begging for punishment and release. I am going to spank you and you will not say anything, I will allow quieter moans only. If you speak it will make this so much worse.” He slapped her hand away again “don’t make me tie you up you harlot” at that she moaned loudly and the sound pulsed in his cock making his hand speed up.

The spanking began and the little minx was actually slapping her own exposed ass though not nearly as hard as she clearly wanted. Just the smacking of those two pert ass cheeks caused her to nearly gush, she was crying out and fluid was dripping down the inside of her luscious thighs. The spanking moved from her ass cheeks to her clit and her labia began to take the hits, which were accented by her clear cries and her whimpers. She was close and her knees were buckling a little bit and the cries more uncontrollable.

Fantasy him told her she couldn’t cum without his permission and she whimpered assent. Her little fingers went back to her clit and in the fantasy his fingers breached the tight ring of her anus probing into the warm heat. It was almost too much to take for him so he pulled out of the fantasy and focused solely on the image in front of him.

The little slut had no care that anyone could pass by in this hallway at any time. She was bent her head resting on the stone bench throat hoarse from all her cries already. One hand toyed with her clit before slipping inside her own heat and using her palm for friction. She actually had the middle finger from her other hand deep in her ass. He watched her pull it out and gather some of the juices leaking out of her hungry cunt and return to coat the tight little hole with her own juices. She plunged a second finger in with the first and with three pumping in to her tight cunt she was crying out.

He slipped back into the fantasy desperate to hear how depraved her fantasies really were. In her fantasy he was squatting near where real him was and watching the scene before him. Real him put his cock back in his pants intent on saving finishing for in his own chambers and immersed himself in her depraved and dirty mind.

“Look at how desperate you are you little slut. How badly do you want to be filled in both holes? How depraved can you be? Are you always this hot and ready? You would probably let any desperate fuck that could smell your ready cunt take you wouldn’t you? You wouldn’t even ask questions, you would just let them fuck you like a common street whore only you’d do it for no cost at all. I bet you suck cock like a Master.” Interestingly enough at this her moan was unbelievably loud.

“You like the idea of sucking cock do you? Would any cock do?”

She let out a throaty moan followed by a meek “no Sir.”

“Oh it wouldn’t hmm miss Granger? Well then whose cock could make you behave like a brazen harlot? Who do you want slamming into the back of your throat?” He was practically growling when he said this.

“Yours Sir” she cried out, “only yours.”

She imagined being ordered to put a third in her ass and he was sure she wouldn’t actually do this, but when she imagined it being yelled at her with a harsh spank on both cheeks he could feel through her mind the compulsion to obey and the tremors she felt in her pussy at the rough treatment. He watched her shove a third finger in quickly with the others and the slight pain and pressure she felt was almost enough to push her over the edge.

As he watched the little know-it-all began moving her hips and ass with such fervor moving to meet the thrust of both hands desperate for contact and for completion. As her climax grew near she was keening and suddenly it was as if she remembered she needed to ask. Lost in her fantasy she began begging aloud. His stomach plummeted and he wasn’t sure he wouldn’t come from the sound of her lust ridden and heady voice crying out.

“Oh…Fuck, please can I cum please, please. I can’t, oh fuck..” she paused breathing heavily obviously not having been told yes yet. He removed the silencing charm on himself for a moment grabbed her forgotten panties and pocketed them. “Professor, oh god Sir, please may I come.” He heard fantasy him say she could come when she called him by the proper name. She was moaning heavily plunging her fingers in unrelenting resisting the urge to collapse into oblivion. “Sev-ev-erus” she stuttered out getting a harsh smack to tell her she was wrong. Moaning she yelled out the most beautiful thing he’d heard yet “Master, oh god Master please may I cum?”

He couldn’t resist he’d let out a guttural yes in time with her fantasy version and he watched as she came undone with wave after wave of pleasure racked through her body. He lingered just long enough to watch her collapse to the ground in exhaustion before quickly retreating to his rooms and taking care of the situation she had caused.

Shaking the memory from his mind he’d leaned back forward and moved to grade the obnoxious papers the memory of her scent and sounds enough to have him rock hard beneath his desk. Not minutes later the cause of his current problem was placing her sample in front of him. Though she attempted to contain it the overtly submissive side he’d seen the other night was so much easier to pick up on now.

She acted haughty and impervious but little things showed it to be otherwise. Little miss Hermione Granger, his little know it all had a hint of desperation in her eyes. Hoping to witness the joy of a reward he told her to bring the rest of her vials up suggesting he already knew her potion to be perfect which was true. She took her time getting ready and carried the nine other perfectly portioned vials and placed them in front of them before turning to leave. The inadvertent compliment had left her with a bounce in her step and he fought to hide the smile as she walked away. When she was about to leave he challenged that happiness by calling her to stop.

She’d waited shocked and unwilling to question him. Though she stood in front of his desk as others just kept dropping things off, not a comfortable place to be but she seemed unable to move. Until the redheaded git grabbed her hand, the fact that she was quick to pull away clearly displeased nearly brought a smile to his face. Though with it being half hidden it probably came across as smirking. He could practically hear her huff at his reaction, which made him want to laugh a little more. There was something pleasant about the way she waited silently for him by his desk so he milked it and made her wait till he had graded to the end of the paper despite the fact that the room had been empty for five minutes.

Standing quickly he made to the office and was pleased when she followed and sat without question. Her eyes were lingering on the bracelet wrapped around his table lamp and he reached out for it possessively. It belonged to the woman who saved his life and essentially gave him his freedom. If not for that note there is a possibility he would’ve wallowed in his wasted life, but there was something about the “you deserve so much more” that had taken over his life.

He wanted that woman, almost as much as he wanted the little kinky slut seated in front of him.

Her amber eyes met his with the distinct look of prey that had just been caught. The fascination she had for the bracelet could have been the source of it or perhaps that late night fantasy wasn’t a one-time thing.

He was quick to remind himself that she was young and drunk, there is no way she has a desire to be with an old man. But the fear and innocence in her eyes made him hungry and curious.

There it is!!! The second installment! I hope you all like it.
As of now I don’t have a beta and I’m a first timer for posting on here so if anyone would like to help me out or explain it that would be great!!!

Plus – I am totally open to fantasy suggestions, give me the idea and I’ll attempt to find some way to fit it in!!

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