The Potions Master
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Adult ++
Chapters:
6
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28,364
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26
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Arguments
Hermione arrived at Gryffindor Tower around 10 the next morning. Harry and Ron immediately began shouting at her.
“D’you know how worried we were?” yelled Ron.
“You could have at least left us a note or something,” said Harry, scowling.
“Am I supposed to apologize?” said Hermione scathingly, “Do I need your permission? I can take care of myself and I’m getting really tired of you two following me around, nosing into my life like you have the right to tell me what to do. Sod off already!” Hermione flounced off toward her room, leaving the two dumbstruck boys behind her.
* * *
That afternoon, Harry found Hermione in the library, studying as usual. Sitting across from her, he waited for her to notice him before speaking. Finally, she looked up, slightly annoyed at being interrupted. “Yes?” she said irritably.
Harry sighed. “What’s up with you?” he asked.
Hermione slammed the book shut. “I’m just sick and tired of you two treating me like a child all the time,” she admonished him in whispers, “like I can’t take care of myself. I’m a grown woman. At least somebody realizes it, even if you two don’t.” With that, she made to stomp off, but Harry jumped up and grabbed her arm before she could.
“Don’t go, Hermione,” he said, “I’m sorry.” The apology mollified her enough to relax a bit and sit down. “Ron and I honestly didn’t realize you felt that way. We know you can take care of yourself for long periods of time. It’s just that you’ve never stayed out all night before. We love you, Hermione.”
Hermione smiled at Harry softly. “I’m sorry I yelled at you, Harry. And I’ll apologize to Ron. It’s just that I suddenly realized how much it bothered me.”
“Still love me?” said Harry, holding out his arms.
“Of course,” Hermione said, hugging him.
* * *
The rest of the day passed quickly for Hermione. She spent the day studying for an Arithmancy exam she was having in a few days and working on an essay for History of Magic. After dinner, Ron and Harry convinced her to go with them to see Hagrid. The four friends spent a pleasant evening drinking tea and pretending to eat Hagrid’s favorite tea biscuits.
By the time the trio headed back toward the castle, it was nearly curfew. As they slipped into the entranceway, Hermione took Harry’s arm and pulled him back away from Ron. She whispered in his ear, “I won’t be back tonight. Don’t worry about me.”
Harry, nonetheless, looked concerned. “When are you going to tell us what’s going on?”
“Soon,” she assured him before rushing off down the corridor. Harry sighed and jogged forward to catch up to Ron.
“Hey,” Ron said, “where did Hermione go?”
* * *
Hermione felt her way along the corridor in darkness for a few minutes. She waited until she was well out of sight of the entranceway before lighting her wand. She wasn’t ready to have to explain to Harry and Ron why she was spending the night in the Potions dungeon.
Within ten minutes, Hermione was seated before the fire in Snape’s study, drinking tea (this time with a bit of whiskey in it), and eating hearty roast beef and cheese sandwiches.
“Thank you, Severus,” she said gratefully, “I just can’t eat those biscuits Hagrid makes!”
Snape chuckled. "I don’t know why he can’t just get food from the house elves like everyone else. So,” he said, “how’s everything going today?”
“Better,” said Hermione through a mouthful of sandwich, “I had a bit of a tiff with Harry and Ron, but we made up. And I haven’t seen Malfoy at all today.”
“I thought he might stay out of your way today,” said Snape, setting down his empty cup, “I had a little talk with him this morning about the consequences of making Slytherin look bad through improper language and behavior. He shouldn’t bother you – at least for a while.”
“Thank you,” said Hermione. It wasn’t perfect, but she understood that he couldn’t make too big a show of defending her or people would get suspicious.
The two sat and chatted for a few more minutes while Hermione finished eating. Finally, she sat back and patted her stomach contentedly.
“I was just about to take a shower when you arrived,” he said, standing, “care to join me?” He held out his hand.
Hermione smirked, amused. Taking the proffered hand, she rose and followed him into the small bathroom. They wasted no time getting undressed and hopping into the warm water, for the room was chilly.
“Mmm, that feels nice,” she said, wetting her hair under the flow. Snape took up a bottle of shampoo and began lathering her thick brown hair. She sighed in pleasure as he worked the shampoo into her hair and massaged her scalp. “Severus, that is SO relaxing,” she murmured, leaning against him. He moved his hands to her shoulders, massaging them.
“Rinse,” he said, turning her around. He admired the way the suds ran down her wet body. Once her hair was clean, he began soaping her body. He ran the soap over her breasts, smiling as her nipples hardened at the contact. He purposely skipped her pussy, making her raise her eyebrow at him. Turning her around, he soaped her back and her tight ass. When her backside was clean, he turned her once more. “Put your foot on the side of the tub,” he ordered. When she did so, he knelt between her legs. Rubbing the soap on a soft cloth, he gently washed her pussy. She ran her hands through his dark hair as he did so, murmuring in pleasure. He rinsed the cloth under the running water and cleaned the soap suds from her before pressing a gentle kiss on the sweet pink flesh.
Hermione dropped her foot back to the floor of the tub. “Your turn,” she said, drawing him to stand again. She quickly washed his hair and body, repeating the worshipful genital bathing. By the time she had finished, he was sporting a full erection and could no longer contain himself. Without a word, he turned her around and bent her over, placing her hands on the wall behind her. He thrust into her from behind, drawing a moan from Hermione.
She leaned her forehead onto the cool tiles as he began to pump her pussy. “Ooh, Severus,” she groaned. Supporting herself on one arm, she reached down and rubbed her clit.
Snape slapped her ass hard, making her squeal, but she did not protest. Garnering courage from this, he began rubbing her asshole with one finger.
“Ooh,” she said, trembling, “that feels good.”
Snape leaned forward and bit her earlobe. “Want more?” he asked seductively.
“Yes, please!” she said without hesitation. Snape slid first one, then two fingers into her ass. Hermione pressed her ass back into his hand. Snape pumped his fingers in and out gently. “More,” Hermione demanded. Snape, understanding her meaning, withdrew his cock from her pussy and slid it slowly into her virgin ass. He tried to be gentle at first, but Hermione growled impatiently and ground herself against him.
“It doesn’t hurt?” he asked.
“No,” she panted, “it feels so good! I want more!” He began fucking her hard, slapping her ass again. He took a handful of her hair and tugged it firmly.
“Your asshole is so tight, Hermione,” he groaned.
“I’m cumming,” cried Hermione, rubbing her clit frantically. Her body shuddered and her asshole tightened around his cock. “FUCK!” she screamed, almost losing her balance from her body’s convulsing. Pulling out of her ass, Snape sprayed his cum all over her ass and back, leaning against the tiled wall to keep from collapsing.
Hermione slumped against the wall, her whole body trembling. She took a few moments to catch her breath, then straightened and faced him again. Twining her arms around his neck, she kissed him hard, taking advantage of his disoriented state to spin him around and out of the warm spray. “It’s cold in here,” she laughed. Snape laughed back and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her wet, naked body against his.
“Are you sure you’ve never done this before?” he said, smirking.
“I’m just a good pupil,” she quipped back at him.
* * *
Hermione decided not to sleep in the dungeon that night. She wanted to get up early and get some studying done. There were still a few people awake who looked at her strangely when she crawled through the portrait-hole, but no one said anything. She went straight up to bed, but didn’t sleep immediately. She lay awake past midnight, staring up at the canopy of her bed and daydreaming about the next night.
“D’you know how worried we were?” yelled Ron.
“You could have at least left us a note or something,” said Harry, scowling.
“Am I supposed to apologize?” said Hermione scathingly, “Do I need your permission? I can take care of myself and I’m getting really tired of you two following me around, nosing into my life like you have the right to tell me what to do. Sod off already!” Hermione flounced off toward her room, leaving the two dumbstruck boys behind her.
* * *
That afternoon, Harry found Hermione in the library, studying as usual. Sitting across from her, he waited for her to notice him before speaking. Finally, she looked up, slightly annoyed at being interrupted. “Yes?” she said irritably.
Harry sighed. “What’s up with you?” he asked.
Hermione slammed the book shut. “I’m just sick and tired of you two treating me like a child all the time,” she admonished him in whispers, “like I can’t take care of myself. I’m a grown woman. At least somebody realizes it, even if you two don’t.” With that, she made to stomp off, but Harry jumped up and grabbed her arm before she could.
“Don’t go, Hermione,” he said, “I’m sorry.” The apology mollified her enough to relax a bit and sit down. “Ron and I honestly didn’t realize you felt that way. We know you can take care of yourself for long periods of time. It’s just that you’ve never stayed out all night before. We love you, Hermione.”
Hermione smiled at Harry softly. “I’m sorry I yelled at you, Harry. And I’ll apologize to Ron. It’s just that I suddenly realized how much it bothered me.”
“Still love me?” said Harry, holding out his arms.
“Of course,” Hermione said, hugging him.
* * *
The rest of the day passed quickly for Hermione. She spent the day studying for an Arithmancy exam she was having in a few days and working on an essay for History of Magic. After dinner, Ron and Harry convinced her to go with them to see Hagrid. The four friends spent a pleasant evening drinking tea and pretending to eat Hagrid’s favorite tea biscuits.
By the time the trio headed back toward the castle, it was nearly curfew. As they slipped into the entranceway, Hermione took Harry’s arm and pulled him back away from Ron. She whispered in his ear, “I won’t be back tonight. Don’t worry about me.”
Harry, nonetheless, looked concerned. “When are you going to tell us what’s going on?”
“Soon,” she assured him before rushing off down the corridor. Harry sighed and jogged forward to catch up to Ron.
“Hey,” Ron said, “where did Hermione go?”
* * *
Hermione felt her way along the corridor in darkness for a few minutes. She waited until she was well out of sight of the entranceway before lighting her wand. She wasn’t ready to have to explain to Harry and Ron why she was spending the night in the Potions dungeon.
Within ten minutes, Hermione was seated before the fire in Snape’s study, drinking tea (this time with a bit of whiskey in it), and eating hearty roast beef and cheese sandwiches.
“Thank you, Severus,” she said gratefully, “I just can’t eat those biscuits Hagrid makes!”
Snape chuckled. "I don’t know why he can’t just get food from the house elves like everyone else. So,” he said, “how’s everything going today?”
“Better,” said Hermione through a mouthful of sandwich, “I had a bit of a tiff with Harry and Ron, but we made up. And I haven’t seen Malfoy at all today.”
“I thought he might stay out of your way today,” said Snape, setting down his empty cup, “I had a little talk with him this morning about the consequences of making Slytherin look bad through improper language and behavior. He shouldn’t bother you – at least for a while.”
“Thank you,” said Hermione. It wasn’t perfect, but she understood that he couldn’t make too big a show of defending her or people would get suspicious.
The two sat and chatted for a few more minutes while Hermione finished eating. Finally, she sat back and patted her stomach contentedly.
“I was just about to take a shower when you arrived,” he said, standing, “care to join me?” He held out his hand.
Hermione smirked, amused. Taking the proffered hand, she rose and followed him into the small bathroom. They wasted no time getting undressed and hopping into the warm water, for the room was chilly.
“Mmm, that feels nice,” she said, wetting her hair under the flow. Snape took up a bottle of shampoo and began lathering her thick brown hair. She sighed in pleasure as he worked the shampoo into her hair and massaged her scalp. “Severus, that is SO relaxing,” she murmured, leaning against him. He moved his hands to her shoulders, massaging them.
“Rinse,” he said, turning her around. He admired the way the suds ran down her wet body. Once her hair was clean, he began soaping her body. He ran the soap over her breasts, smiling as her nipples hardened at the contact. He purposely skipped her pussy, making her raise her eyebrow at him. Turning her around, he soaped her back and her tight ass. When her backside was clean, he turned her once more. “Put your foot on the side of the tub,” he ordered. When she did so, he knelt between her legs. Rubbing the soap on a soft cloth, he gently washed her pussy. She ran her hands through his dark hair as he did so, murmuring in pleasure. He rinsed the cloth under the running water and cleaned the soap suds from her before pressing a gentle kiss on the sweet pink flesh.
Hermione dropped her foot back to the floor of the tub. “Your turn,” she said, drawing him to stand again. She quickly washed his hair and body, repeating the worshipful genital bathing. By the time she had finished, he was sporting a full erection and could no longer contain himself. Without a word, he turned her around and bent her over, placing her hands on the wall behind her. He thrust into her from behind, drawing a moan from Hermione.
She leaned her forehead onto the cool tiles as he began to pump her pussy. “Ooh, Severus,” she groaned. Supporting herself on one arm, she reached down and rubbed her clit.
Snape slapped her ass hard, making her squeal, but she did not protest. Garnering courage from this, he began rubbing her asshole with one finger.
“Ooh,” she said, trembling, “that feels good.”
Snape leaned forward and bit her earlobe. “Want more?” he asked seductively.
“Yes, please!” she said without hesitation. Snape slid first one, then two fingers into her ass. Hermione pressed her ass back into his hand. Snape pumped his fingers in and out gently. “More,” Hermione demanded. Snape, understanding her meaning, withdrew his cock from her pussy and slid it slowly into her virgin ass. He tried to be gentle at first, but Hermione growled impatiently and ground herself against him.
“It doesn’t hurt?” he asked.
“No,” she panted, “it feels so good! I want more!” He began fucking her hard, slapping her ass again. He took a handful of her hair and tugged it firmly.
“Your asshole is so tight, Hermione,” he groaned.
“I’m cumming,” cried Hermione, rubbing her clit frantically. Her body shuddered and her asshole tightened around his cock. “FUCK!” she screamed, almost losing her balance from her body’s convulsing. Pulling out of her ass, Snape sprayed his cum all over her ass and back, leaning against the tiled wall to keep from collapsing.
Hermione slumped against the wall, her whole body trembling. She took a few moments to catch her breath, then straightened and faced him again. Twining her arms around his neck, she kissed him hard, taking advantage of his disoriented state to spin him around and out of the warm spray. “It’s cold in here,” she laughed. Snape laughed back and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her wet, naked body against his.
“Are you sure you’ve never done this before?” he said, smirking.
“I’m just a good pupil,” she quipped back at him.
* * *
Hermione decided not to sleep in the dungeon that night. She wanted to get up early and get some studying done. There were still a few people awake who looked at her strangely when she crawled through the portrait-hole, but no one said anything. She went straight up to bed, but didn’t sleep immediately. She lay awake past midnight, staring up at the canopy of her bed and daydreaming about the next night.