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Vexations	By : lightspeedsound Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 34789 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 19
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Title: Vexations

Author: Magistrix_Sirena

Rating: NC-17/Lascivious/Gratuitous amounts of sex

Warnings: light BDSM, voyeurism, exhibitionism, general sexual fluidity, and possibly really bad puns.

Genre: PWP. Absolutely. Here be le sex; ye be warned.

Setting: AU (as Severus is still alive).

Summary: An anonymous encounter at the most dubious of places leads to a tale of intrigue and smut. Starts summer before HBP; Hermione is 17 due to time turner whatsits. Events of HPB shall take place (at least selectively). And yes: My goal in writing this was to be as gratuitous as possible, while still maintaing a modicum of literary integrity. I hope you all like the result!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. I merely like playing with them.

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Chapter 2: …And What Alice Found There

Snape dragged the witch to the front of the club, surveying the available stages. He pulled her into his arms, turning her body so she could face the stage. “What would you like?” he murmured into her ear, arms circling her waist, “What’s your fantasy?”

Hermione glanced nervously at the crowd of witches and wizards surrounding each stage. She took a tentative step forward to examine what exactly one did with a doctor’s office sex stage. Her eyes widened at the sight of two wizards using a stethoscope in a rather…unexpected way. Cheeks burning in shock and embarrassment, she abruptly whirled around to face her lover.   I have absolutely no idea how to proceed. I’m just bookish, rubbish Hermione Granger. I need a book…or, or guidelines at least. I need rules.

…She also needed to borrow someone’s ball gag, as she had just verbalized that last panicked thought. Rather loudly. To the masked wizard. Who was now smirking at her through his black velvet mask. She her face turned bright red in her embarrassment.

“Rules?” asked Severus, tilting his head to the side, and cocking an eyebrow underneath his mask. Well, that’s interesting. “What sort of rules?”

Hermione shook her head, “I-I don’t know. Rules. Things you want. Things you don’t want. I just…I need boundaries. Guidelines. Something to tell me where to start…”

Severus nodded curtly. He understood. Sometimes, a newcomer needed an orientation into the Cloak’s culture. “Very well, then. These are mine: First, I would like us both to remain anonymous. Names and identities…they get in the way. They complicate things. I want what happens here to stay here.”

Hermione nodded, relieved. She had been harboring a secret, fear of what to do after one hooked up with somebody at the Cloak. The thought of getting coffee with somebody she had publicly screwed was…discomforting.

“Your name is Alice,” Severus said firmly. “That seems rather apt, don’t you think?”

Hermione looked at him, confused for a second. “I…oh! Yes. That’s fine. And I shall call you…’sir.’”

“Sir?” asked Severus quizzically, “That’s rather…nondescript, isn’t it?”

“Isn’t that the whole point?” replied Hermione, “To be…a well-defined mystery?”

Snape nodded, pleasantly surprised at the witch’s empathy. “Indeed. I’m glad you understand.”

Hermione smiled. “I’m glad you understand. Do you have any more rules?”

Snape hesitated. “Just one. The second rule is to be…completely open about your sexual desires and needs. To hold nothing back. To be absolutely comfortable with asking for what you want. More importantly, to be absolutely comfortable with stating what you do not want. I have no wish to leave anyone dissatisfied or distraught.”

Again, Hermione nodded in agreement. “I have no wish to be dissatisfied or distraught. I imagine a rule like that works best as an exercise in mutuality.”

He smiled lasciviously, and reached one finger out to lightly trace the side of her face, the other hand encircling her waist. “Yes…it does. And since you already know exactly what I want…” his finger travelled under her chin to tilt her face up towards his. Leaning forward, his mouth hovering just over her lips, he murmured, “Please answer my original question. What’s your fantasy?”

A thrill of anticipation ran through Hermione’s body. She could feel the heat wafting off the wizards body, the tension between them buzzing against her skin. Hyper-aware of his close proximity, she obediently turned her head to survey each “scene.” Her eyes flitted past the shower, the dungeon, the sundae bar, the rather impressive miniature beach, and the stripper pole, before she froze, staring at the exact replica of a Hogwarts classroom.

A classroom? She knew that men often fantasized about naughty schoolgirls, but she didn’t realize that enough women were willing to be a naughty schoolgirl that the Cloak would create a stage for the fantasy.

She thought she was just weird, wanting to fuck her professors. Well…A professor, to be specific.

“That one,” she said, pointing to the classroom.

Snape stiffened, unconsciously tightening his grip on her waist. Does she know who I am? He panicked, Why would she choose THAT one over all the others? “…The classroom?”

“Yes,” she replied, nervously biting her lip. Oh God, she thought, I’ve done it. I’m officially too kinky for a sex club.

“Why?” he asked warily.

Hermione panicked. Explaining herself would be…complicated. There were some things she had never even voiced to herself, urges that she had consciously suppressed in horror at her mind’s twisted fantasies. “I…I want it. I never thought I’d get a chance to have it…I mean, it’s taboo, right? There’s…something about a forbidden act…” Her voice trailed off uncertainly. “Something about a forbidden act?” she thought, mentally berating herself, What the hell does that even mean? God, he’ll know. He’ll know what a fucked up little girl I am…

Snape swallowed nervously. Taboo was right. While he was willing to admit that several of his students were physically attractive, he had never knowingly entered into a sexual relation with any of them (the anonymity of the Cloak notwithstanding). He took his job as Potions Master seriously. He was well aware that should he risk his employment for sexual gratification, Dumbledore would be forced to fire him, leaving him useless to both the Order and the Dark Lord. But that didn’t mean he didn’t wonder…

Hermione sensed the wizard’s hesitation. Puzzled, she turned to face him. “I would think that wizards like that sort of thing? Taboo? Young girls? Naughtiness?” Her euphoria of self-confidence from the dance floor wavered. Maybe he was second-guessing his attraction to her. Who would turn down a chance to fuck a naughty schoolgirl? She wondered.

“Yes, well…” Severus stared at the stage, suddenly aware of his raging hard-on. He really, really wanted to fulfill all of the witch’s fantasies. All of them. “Fine,” he snapped, bringing her over to the classroom. It’s not like I’m actually fucking a student, he thought, desperately trying to reassure himself. This is a fantasy. This is the whole point of the Midnight Cloak. It isn’t real. It’s never real.

“Fine?” asked Hermione quizzically, “Just…FINE?”

Snape shook himself out of his haze of self-justification, and grinned lasciviously at her. This is your chance, man he thought, eyes roving up and down her luscious curves. Don’t think about the repercussions. Think of the pleasure. Only the pleasure.

“More than just fine. It’s…Desirable,” he purred lightly tracing the inside of her wrist with his thumbnail.

“Desirable?”

“I desire you.”

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Hermione followed the wizard up the stage steps and surveyed the platform. A large wooden desk, topped with papers and quills. Stone floor. Stone walls. Two rows of benches and desks. It was…good, but not exactly what she wanted.

She watched as he flipped through a tiny booklet left at the corner of the stage. “You know, this can conform to other options…other parts of Hogwarts,” he told her, “You did realize that this is supposed to be Hogwarts?”

Hermione nodded, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. Dare she ask for it? Actually verbalizing her secret fantasy? The wizard had clearly attended Hogwarts; he was familiar enough with the surroundings. He would know exactly who she wanted to fuck…and would he be offended? Would the wizard stomp away at her blatant wish to fuck somebody else?

This is why I’m here, Hermione thought determinedly, To voice everything I’m not allowed to talk about. To let myself go.

“The dungeons,” she whispered, “I want it to look like the Potions classroom.”

Snape’s hand froze over the booklet, as the stage instantly began to metamorphose to the witch’s verbal request. She didn’t. She doesn’t want that. Who IS she? What does she want? Me? Surely, she doesn’t know who I am. I’ve been so cautious…I—

Hermione looked uneasily at her masked partner. He seemed decidedly turned off at the idea of fucking amongst the bubbling cauldrons and (magically simulated) damp coldness. “I-I know what you must think of me…I mean, this is hardly…common. He’s such an…unfriendly man. It’s just…I just…I just…I…”

Snape’s body instantly relaxed in relief. She doesn’t know who I am. She hasn’t guessed. She’s genuinely…She wants to fuck the Potions Master. His eyes gleamed and he felt momentarily flummoxed at her fantasy. His entire image was cultivated around being the exact OPPOSITE of attractive.

“I understand, Miss Alice,” he straightened up, smoothly tugging off his robe, to drape it on the professor’s chair. “You want to be fucked by your Potions professor, is that it?” He stalked towards her trembling form, leaning her back against the edge of the desk, “You’re a naughty, naughty girl who was caught stealing from the storage closet, and you deserve to be punished, don’t you? Particularly since this skirt—“ he paused to fondle the hem of that deliciously revealing bit of cloth, “—is hardly within dress code.”

Hermione was taken aback by the sudden change. What the… “I…umm…”

“Miss Alice,” he said, looming over her, “I do believe your behavior is beyond the pale.”

Hermione swallowed convulsively, finally realizing that the roleplay had commenced. Oh God, she thought, her pulse buzzing in her neck like a hummingbird, this is it. This is the fantasy. This is what. I. Want. “I’m sorry, sir,” she whispered, “I just…I just wasn’t thinking…”

His mouth twisted into a sneer. “No, Miss Alice, you really weren’t. And I have no use for girls who cannot think.”

“No use?” Hermione whispered, licking her lips, staring at him brazenly, her hands fondling the jet buttons of his shirt, “None…at all?”

Severus lightly ran his hand down the witch’s shoulders, hooking his fingers around the clasp between her shoulder blades. “Well,” he murmured, his thumb caressing the skin of her back, “Perhaps you might be of use for something.”

Hermione’s pulse quickened as she felt her bra come undone. Grabbing him by his belt loops, she pulled his crotch into hers, grinding her hips into his hardness. Slowly, she began to unbuckle his belt. “Professor,” she smirked, licking her lips in anticipation, “I do believe I grasp the concept of your suggestion.”

Severus didn’t move, not even when the witch began to grind her crotch into his. Absolute control, he told himself, She wants the iron-willed, repressed bastard of a Potions Master, and that’s what she’s going to get. He grabbed her wrists together in one hand and frowned. “No, Miss Alice. You get ahead of yourself. You weren’t thinking…again. But I suppose I shouldn’t have expected better from such a pathetic dunderhead as yourself. Naughty schoolgirls who wear revealing skirts must first be punished for their lasciviousness. Only then can they be allowed to fuck their Professors…otherwise, how else will the lesson stick? Bitter before sweet; that’s the proper way of things. But then again, you’re abysmal at Potions. I can’t imagine why I thought you would understand something such as the proper order of events.”

Hermione shivered, half in arousal, half in annoyed remorse at his harsh speech. Dunderhead! Abysmal? Well he certainly knows the character well. I wonder…No, she chided herself, Mustn’t wonder who this man is. Remember the rules! She bowed her head in provocative humility. “I’m sorry, sir. Do please proceed in my…ah…punishment.”

Severus smiled grimly, as he roughly turned her body around and bent her over the desk.   “Do not remove your hands from the table, Miss Alice,” he commanded, slowly flipping her skirt over her ass, “Removing them will only prolong your punishment.”

Hermione whimpered, suddenly aware of cool air touching lace-clad pussy. As she looked up, she noticed that a crowd of people had begun to form at the foot of the stage. They’re watching us. They’re watching me, she thought, amazed at their presence, as well as the effect they had on her libido, “My punishment, sir?” she asked, nearly whining in anticipation. What does he mean by “punishment”? Surely he won’t--

Smack.

Severus barely contained a moan as he watched the handprint form on the witch’s lusciously round ass. Covered only by a miniscule, lace g-string, he was treated to a titillating view of her wet cunt. She’s already aroused, he marveled, raising his hand to give the other cheek a satisfying spank.

Appreciative noises from the spectators came from the foot of the stage. Hermione wriggled her ass in pleasure, relishing the flood of warmth that travelled from her bottom to her pussy. “Oh yes, sir,” she whimpered, clenching her thighs in an attempt to ease the throbbing of her clit, “I was so, so bad. Punish me, please.”

Severus did growl this time, unable to completely contain his lust. There was nothing he loved more than spanking a gorgeous witch in public. “Commence counting, wench. It’s time to quantify your misdeeds.”

Hermione whimpered as the next spank landed against the cleft of her arse. “One, sir.”

Smack.

“Two, sir.”

Smack, Smack.

“Th-three, sir, and four.”

At ten Hermione’s arse felt on fire. She felt as if her hot, throbbing clit was screaming in arousal. At count fifteen, she began to beg for his cock in her cunt. At twenty, she noticed that several of her spectators had begun to masturbate, their eyes locked on her breasts, bouncing with every spank.

Finally, at twenty-five, Severus stopped. Calmly running his palms down her (thoroughly red) arse, He slid one hand underneath her lace thong, as the other reached around her body to twist her nipples. “Do you feel adequately punished for your infractions, Miss Alice?” He whispered in her ear, lightly caressing the opening of her wet cunt with two fingers, “Do you think you deserve your reward, now?”

Hermione was nearly sobbing in sexual frustration. She had never been more turned on in her life; not with Ron, not with Krum, not even masturbating with her favorite vibrator. The illicit pleasure of it all: the spectators, the spanking, the stage scenery: all of it combined to create a deliciously surreal environment that made her feel completely free to act as provocatively as she pleased.

“Yes, sir,” she whispered, “Please, please fuck me.”

Severus felt his cock harden even more at the sound of the witch begging. Pulling her off the table and flush against his body, one hand still playing with her breasts, he slid his other hand down her stomach and grasped her clit between two fingers. “You’ll have to articulate more, Miss Alice. Otherwise, I can’t be sure I’m giving you what you need. Do you want me to fingerfuck your hot, wet cunt?” He asked, as he slid his fingers lower and began to slowly pump them in and out of her slick quim, “or do you want my mouth, tongue flicking against your pussy, lips sucking your clit?” His other hand slid lower now, fingers making feather-light circles around that tiny, erect, unbearably sensitive bundle of nerves.

“OH GOD!” Hermione screamed, nearly cumming from the teasing stimulation, “Oh PLEASE, sir, yes, sir, PLEASE, fuck me hard, fuck my cunt with your cock, sir, PLEASE, please!”

Severus immediately stopped his ministrations to tear her lace g-string off. Grasping her hips, he roughly spun her around and pushed her on to the desk. As he leaned in to capture her mouth with his, he nearly tore the buttons off his trousers.

Hermione grinned, watching her masked partner struggle, “Do you need help, sir, or shall I just watch?”

Severus growled in frustration, “Silence, you insubordinate slut. You shall spread your legs wide for me, and prepare yourself for fucking.” His eyes widened as he watched the witch immediately comply, treating him to a mouth-watering view of her slick cunt.

“Oh, sir,” Hermione whispered, sliding two fingers into her glistening quim, the heat of his masked gaze sending shivers through her belly, “I want you so, so badly…”

Cock finally free, Severus lunged forward, grabbing her hand away from her quim and bringing it to his mouth to lick her juices off her fingers. Moaning at the taste of her sex, he yanked her body to the edge of the desk, and plunged his hard cock into her slick, hot, wet pussy.

“OH FUCK!” Hermione shrieked, the sudden hard thrusts of his cock making her nearly black out in pleasure, grinding her quim into his crotch, reveling at the feel of his sex pistoning in and out of her cunt as she screamed in pleasure.

He grabbed her legs and wrapped them around his waist, pounding, into her pussy. “Oh yes,” he murmured into her ear, one hand cupping her arse and angling her body up towards him, hitting that spot with every stroke, “Oh yes, Miss Alice, you naughty, dirty girl. You like this. You like my hard cock ramming into your pussy. You want to feel my hard cock spurting in your pussy, smearing you with jizz. You want other people to watch your tits bounce as you come from my cock. In. Your. Cunt.”

Hermione grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling his face towards hers, thrusting her tongue into his mouth, swallowing his groans of pleasure as the appreciative moans of the spectators rang in her ears.

Severus slammed into her tightening snatch, his thrusts getting faster and faster. “That’s right, my little slut,” he hissed, reaching a hand between them to pinch her clit, “Cum for me. I want to hear you scream.”

"OH FUCK!” Hermione yelled. All coherent thought left with his knuckles squeezing down, hard, around her sensitive nub. Arching her back as the orgasm hit her, her pussy spasming with each wave of pleasure, she fell back down onto the table, eyes rolling back at the intensity of her release.

“Yes, you shameless whore, cum on my cock,” Severus panted, ramming his rod deeper into her sex, “I want to feel your pussy spasm around me. I want to see the juices gush down your thighs. I want to hear you scream with pleasure from the feeling of my cock in your cunt.”

“FUCK!” Hermione shrieked, her orgasm building to greater and greater heights, Moaning loudly and unintelligible, her inner muscles flexed, squeezing his prick.

“FUCK!” Severus shouted, grabbing her arse and grinding his crotch into hers. The unexpected pressure sent him over the edge, his hot jizz spilling into her quim, filling her pussy with its searing heat.

Completely spent, Severus collapsed on to the chair behind the desk. Looking up, he noticed that several of the audience members had paired off, fucking each other while watching him fuck his naughty witch. She was slowly sitting up, her weight resting on her elbows as she grinned widely, bathing in her afterglow.

Severus pulled out his wand, performed a quiet Scourgify spell on his clothes, and reluctantly buttoned up his trousers. Sighing happily he leaned forward, and lightly pressed a kiss into the palm of her hand. “Lovely,” he murmured, “You were absolutely lovely.”

Hermione smiled absent-mindedly, her mind fuzzy with post-coital euphoria. For a second, she was struck by something in his voice…a familiar, evocative timbre she felt was just out of her memory’s reach… No, she scolded herself, don’t go there. Don’t even THINK of going there. She was happy, she was content, and she was NOT going to ruin her first sexual foray into the world of kink by betraying the rules of engagement. Anonymity, she told herself sternly, That’s the whole point of being here. Graphic, mysterious sex. Slowly, she slid off the table and carefully straddled her lover’s lap.

Circling his neck with her arms, Hermione nuzzled the wizard’s neck. “You were lovely,” she purred. “I’ve never felt more…euphorically exhausted.”

Severus grinned widely, inwardly congratulating himself on a fuck well done. Embracing her waist, he placed a small, chaste kiss on her cheek. “Well, that’s a pretty compliment.”

Hermione gave a small, content sigh, “It’s the truth,” she said muzzily.

Aware of the witch’s languor, Severus stood up, supporting her bottom with his arms.

Barely aware of her surroundings, Hermione automatically wrapped her legs around the wizard’s waist. “Are we going anywhere?” she asked dreamily.

“Somewhere less…riotous,” Severus replied, amused at her boneless state, “I do believe some secluded interaction is in order.”

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AN: I hope you all have enjoyed the update! Who knows where our favorite naughty couple might retire to? TO BE CONTINUED.

PS: Special thanks to spicyobsession and thisisadickinson for betareading my smut, and onecelestialbeing for giving me a whole bunch of tips on how and where to publish this ridiculously naughty thing. More to come, I swear!
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