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The Bad Potion	By : Adarsyan Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 18399 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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            The next morning, Hermione woke up and stretched. She sat in bed for a moment, rehashing the events of the previous night. She smiled. After her detention, she slowly made her way back to the dorm, barely managed to strip and collapsed onto her bed. The orgasm had taken a lot more out of her than she thought. Especially after the teasing she had inadvertently done to herself throughout the day. She looked down at her hands. Hermione could barely believe that she had dared to do what she had done.

            Hermione let out a small moan and bit her lip as she recalled the events. She looked down at herself. Her nipples had become stiff with arousal, and she could faintly smell the juice leaking from her lips. She smiled at the sight before her. Hermione knew why she had become like this, but it didn't really matter. She enjoyed her new self. It made her feel happy to feel this way.

            Hermione reached up and grabbed one breast in each hand, pinching and rolling the nipples between her fingers. Their sensitivity had surged in the past two days, the lightest touch sending shocks of pleasure throughout her entire body. Her entire body seemed to heat up as she played, driving her to pull and play harder.

            Hermione began to lose herself in the pleasure. Her hands moved of their own accord, her mind occupied with other thoughts. Memories and visions flitted in front of her mind's eye. She thought about Snape's long shaft, how warm it felt in her hand, the way it throbbed with his heartbeat. Hermione's left hand moved slowly down to her waiting slit. It seemed to radiate its own heat as her arousal increased. As her fingers grazed over the soft skin, Hermione let out a small gasp. She toyed lightly with her clit, sending jolts of pleasure through her body.

            The more Hermione thought about Snape's cock, the more she wanted it, the more she needed it. Her body ached for it. Having it in her hand and in her mouth wasn't enough. She wanted it inside her. And with that thought, Hermione plunged her fingers into her dripping core. She arched her back and threw her head back. She imagined replacing her fingers with the object of her desires, ramming in and out of her wet snatch. Hermione let out a series of short moans, feeling the orgasm build inside her. Her fingers flew faster and faster, pushing her close and closer to the edge.

            Finally, Hermione moaned loudly, orgasm closing in on her. With one final push, she twisted her swollen clit and screamed. Her body tensed as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her every vein. After what seemed like a lifetime of unending euphoria, Hermione collapsed down onto her bed. Her breathing was heavy. Her mind was completely obliterated. It took a good ten minutes of just laying there for her to calm down fully and gather her senses. She sat up and looked at her hands. The fingers on her left hand glistened with her juices and her hands shook.

            Hermione flopped back down onto the bed and stared at the ceiling. She enjoyed her new self, it brought lots of pleasure that's for sure, but what if she couldn't stop? What would happen? At first it was just an infatuation, but now it was a need. A need for one of her teachers, nonetheless! Each time she came it grew more intense. And with the current trend of at least once a day, who knows where she'd be in a week? Hermione let out a deep sigh. She felt a little hopeless. But there was nothing she could do. And, unfortunately for her, time continued to march on. She couldn’t let one thing get in the way of her studies. So, Hermione gathered what was left of her will power, dressed, and started her day.



            Hermione went about her day like she had the day before; she kept a low profile, not drawing too much attention to herself. She went from class to class, keeping quiet and only answering questions when directly called on. At meals, she ate quickly, not stopping to socialize. Finally, potions came. And Hermione was faced with a tough choice. She had been dreading this decision, but now it had to be made. She could either skip potions and endure Snape's later wrath or try her best to sit through a lecture and not be “distracted”. She hovered outside the door for a few moments, trying to weigh the options. Finally, Hermione did what she never thought she would ever be able to: she cut class.

            Hermione turned tail and walked toward the bathrooms. She sat in one of the stalls until class had begun and, once the halls were empty, she made her way back up to her dorm. But on her way, another idea popped into her head. Suppose her plans for detention didn’t work? What would she do then? She’d still have to find a way to reverse it. Hermione was saddened (and a little aroused, much to her chagrin) at the thought of being stuck in her condition forever. “Perhaps reading some books would cheer my up,” she thought. And that’s when it dawned on her. Books! She could see if the library had anything relating to her predicament. It would certainly be a better use of her free time than sitting around playing with herself. And with that, Hermione ran for the library.



            “Well, this is fucking useless!” Hermione said with a sigh. She slumped over in defeat onto the mound of books in front of her. She had been pouring over tome after tome, trying to find anything that could even remotely help her. But all of her efforts were fruitless. She had checked everything from Putrid Potions to Magical Maladies with no luck whatsoever. She pounded her fists on the desk in frustration. Tears started to well up in the corner of Hermione’s eyes. As much as she enjoyed the feelings, the stress and fear was starting to get to her. But as she wiped the tears away with her sleeve, she almost had to slap herself for being so naïve.

            She had been looking in the normal section of the library the whole time. Her situation just screamed “restricted section”, but she hadn’t even thought to look there! Hermione was so happy that she almost skipped down to the restricted section. Her extensive studying habits had become custom at that point, so she faced no grief as she entered the dark rows.

Hermione walked past aisle after aisle of shelves until the finally found the one she wanted. She ran her hand across the cascades of old, leather-bound volumes. Despite herself, she had to admit that the leather felt good on her skin. Letting her mind wander, she idly glanced around her, looking up and down the shelves towering around her. Abruptly, Hermione came to a halt. Something in the back of her mind just made her stop. She looked to her right and saw her hand was grasping the spine of a deep red volume. Perplexed and insanely curious, she pulled it from the shelf and looked at the cover.

            It was a deep, rich red with gold calligraphy. “When Good Potions Go Bad,” Hermione read to herself.

“What the hell,” she thought, “it can’t hurt to look.”

Hermione gently carried the book to a nearby table and set it down. She flipped open to book and looked at its index. She scanned it for anything useful, happily finding that there was a whole chapter on infatuation potions. Hermione excitedly sped through the chapter, reading and remembering everything (in her special Hermione way). Finally, her search turned fruitful. But as she read, her face turned from excitement to despair. She slammed the book shut in anger and fear. Still refusing to believe what she had read, she grabbed the book and took it with her back to the dorms. The stress was proving to be too much. She couldn’t stand it anymore. Hermione had to tell someone, someone she could trust. But who?
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