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Snape's Apprentices	By : Lalani Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 26336 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter Three
SPOV
Severus Snape was truly exhausted by the time the Potters and the Headmaster had left. Thinking of how he still had to deal with the girl sitting on his bed, his exhaustion grew.
“Tell me again, Miss Granger, why you came to me with this instead of going to Madame Pomfrey. She is the Medi-Witch, not I. Even more, do explain to me why you were so stupid to get yourself into such a situation!” he snarled at her.
“I told you, I am pregnant when I really shouldn't be! And I wasn't stupid and got myself into anything! I have never slept with a boy, I am still a virgin! “ She replied hotly.
“How stupid do you think I am, Miss Granger?? The truth now, or else I will send you directly to the Headmaster!” he rplied, completely annoyed.
It was an empty threat, he was not going to send the girl to Albus anytime soon. If he had to pour an abortion Potion down her throat, he would. She was his Godsons only chance at a proper Apprenticeship. He knew about the deals she had tried to make so Draco could join her in her apprenticeships. If she were truly pregnant, no Potions Master worth his salt would take her on. Especially not him. It was only five months until graduation, she would still be pregnant starting the apprenticeship. She couldn’t handle way too many ingredients and Potions like that.
“That IS the truth!” she answered.” And I cannot go to Madame Pomfrey, because obviously I don't remember having had sex, and really I haven´t, I checked! So everyone would think I have been doused with a date-rape potion and who do you think would be the first suspect? I can tell you, it would be Draco! And Madame Pomfrey and everyone else would have been kind and everything, but they wouldn't have truly listened to me about Draco and just assumed he was guilty. I am not a child anymore, but still they would have treated me like one! ”
That stopped Severus cold before he could say anything else. He hadn't thought of that.
Damn it, she is right. If there were to be an investigation he would be the first they would investigate. That was some fast thinking from her. If what she is saying is true.
He looked at Miss Granger thoughtfully, taking her in completely. Her quick thinking showed her maturity and an ability to think through a problem and the consequences of her actions. Her coming to him showed that she wasn't a child anymore that took everything at face value. She could have gone to her Head of House, instead. But then her room-mate would already be on his way to Azkaban.
For the first time he really noticed that she had actually grown up and acted like an adult.
Well, unless there is an exploding cauldron. Then she just turns into a stammering Idiot. I will have to teach her properly.
He sighed heavily and started to say something, when something she had said suddenly registered.
“You checked? What did you check and how?” he asked her sharply.
“Well...when I was standing in your sitting room I saw this mirror and then I thought of something Mrs. Weasley had told me, on how to check for yourself and I just did. It´s still there.” she replied going completely red in the face.
“Checked what?” he asked with gritted teeth.
So much for thinking she was mature, he thought scathingly, but then instantly regretted it. She was, after all, only 17. She may have reached the age of maturity, but in general Hogwarts students lived a very sheltered life.
“Well, you know...My...I can´t even say it!” she wailed.
Severus winced at the high note she hit while doing that. He had already figured out what she had checked.
“Did you check if you still had your hymen, Miss Granger?” he asked in a matter of fact way.
“Yes!” she gushed in relief.
He stared at her, not knowing if he should believe the young woman. He decided to use Legilimency on her and ask her a few questions. He could just take her down to the forest and let her touch a Unicorn, but if she was yanking his chain he wanted to know.
“And how will you prove that to me, Miss Granger? I will not just believe what you are saying.”
At these words, her thoughts started whirling. He was suddenly pulled into what seemed to be a fantasy.
Miss Granger was sitting on his desk, completely naked, with a man kneeling in front of her, kissing his way slowly up her legs. When the dark haired man lifted his face to her, he saw with shock that it was him she was imagining. He was stunned when the fantasy continued with him spreading her nether lips with his hands and taking a long lick, from her slit up to her clitoris, her moaning in passion, while she let her head fall back.
He felt himself hardening at the fantasy, especially when her fantasy included him pushing a finger slowly into her snatch, while he was growling in obvious passion. In her fantasy she was sopping wet and squirming on the desk, begging him to fuck her right there.
Severus pulled himself forcefully out of her fantasy. How she had pulled him into it, he didn't know, but it had been one hell of an erotic moment. He shifted uncomfortably, and turned his back on the glassy eyed woman sitting on his bed. The imagery that fact called forth in his head only served to heat him up more.
Damn, she is fantasizing about me, he thought. Now I can never look at her again without thinking of that!
“Well, Miss Granger?” he asked again, with a near growl in his voice.
Miss Granger had recovered from her fantasy, blushing bright red and just staring at him. She was breathing a bit heavily and that drew his eyes to her breasts, straining against her shirt. For the first time he noticed how the shirt was scorched in places and ripped. One rip was directly over her belly and showed soft, smooth skin, with a golden tint.
Furiously trying to distract himself from that line of thinking, he went through reasons why the spell would show her as being pregnant, when in fact she was still a virgin. She could have done that herself, but he doubted she had the knowledge for that.
As a potions Master, the first thing he thought of were, obviously, Potions. He would go through spells later.
“I think this is the quietest you have been all year, Miss Granger. Now come along, we will try some Potions to see how this is possible. I have an idea or two of what might be going on.” he snarled at her, already turning around and returning to his office. He didn't bother to wait for her, he could hear her heavy breathing and her steps right behind him. Stepping through the sitting room into his office, he went to one of the bookshelves behind the desk and pulled out the book that opened the door to his private labs.
While taking the stairs that led down to his lab, he kept on thinking about Miss Granger’s fantasy. It had been incredibly arousing and he started wondering if it was a one-time thing or if she truly was interested in him sexually.
He led them into the lab, which was one big room, with bookshelves on the left side, free standing. There were five rows with six shelves each, spelled so that they would not fall down if something bumped into them (he had blown up a few cauldrons himself, the bookshelves fell like dominos). On the right side were seven workplaces. Three were occupied with slow simmering cauldrons. Behind the workplaces, the wall was floor to ceiling full of shelves with ingredients. He stepped into the room and turned around to look at Miss Granger, who was staring around with her mouth agape. That picture brought a fantasy of his own, with her kneeling in front of him and her mouth open, waiting for him to put his... he stopped himself mid-thought, before he got an erection again.
“This, you will never speak of to anyone, Miss Granger. My private lab is exactly that, private. Now close your mouth, sit down and stay silent unless spoken to.” he growled at her.
She snapped her mouth shut, nodded and turned to look for a chair. There was only one, at the first desk, that was littered with books and parchments. With a small flick of his wrist, his personal notes flew into an empty box that was next to the desk. He put a ward over it, so she wouldn't snoop, and went in search of a certain book.
HPOV
Hermione sat down on the chair, still looking around in awe. His lab was huge and so well equipped, with all of those books on Potions. She had thought it odd at the time, when she had been snooping in his sitting room that there were no Potions books on the shelves. Now she knew why, they were all down here! There had to be at least over two thousand books there! She was in heaven, staring at those shelves, her fingers itching to hold them and read them!
She watched Professor Snape walk around the shelves, feeling oddly reminded of how Crookshanks would twine around her legs when he wanted her to pet him. He was weaving gracefully in and out between the shelves, his long, elegant fingers gently touching the books as he contemplated something. The way he handled Potions and now seeing how he touched his books brought forth one of her favourite fantasies about the man.
She had had a crush on Professor Snape since last year, when she had been at Malfoy manor during the summer break, visiting Draco. They had been standing on the balcony at Draco’s room, overlooking the gardens, when the Professor and Mr Malfoy had taken a walk through them. Professor Snape had been wearing old, worn jeans, that were hugging his arse perfectly and a snug, black T-Shirt that showed off all the muscles he usually hid beneath his robes. His hair had been tied back. He had looked like the quintessential bad-boy. She hadn't even really noticed Mr Malfoy, busily drinking in her Potions teacher.
Everything changed for her when the two men decided to practice hand-to-hand combat on the lawn. Without their shirts on. She could not look away as Professor Snape took of the shirt he was wearing, his pale chest coming into view. She couldn't see anything clearly, since they were too far away, but she could see enough to know that he was nicely muscled, with dark hair on his chest. It wasn’t too much, just enough for it to look manly. His back was equally nice defined.
An hour later, both men had been sweaty, dishevelled and looked completely delicious. Still, she could only clearly remember Professor Snape to this day. Draco had tried to get her attention throughout the hour, but in the end had left her standing there, practically drooling. When the men had laughingly returned to the house, she had quickly hidden in Draco’s room.
Remembering that day, she grew even hotter, imagining the Professor laying her down in his bed after slowly undressing her and just touching her as gently as he was touching the books right now. He would take his time with her, she imagined, until she was out of her mind with pleasure.
He would start with her feet, slowly massaging first one foot, then the other, before lightly sucking on her toes, running his tongue all over her feet. Then he would work his way up over her calves, to her thighs, skipping her intimate parts, up to her belly, making it skip and contract with pleasure by scattering it with kisses and caresses, up to her breast, working his way slowly, oh so slowly, towards her stiff nipples. By the time he had reached her hands in her fantasy, she was dripping wet and desperate for release. She forcefully shook herself out of her fantasy, to find the Potions Master standing with a book in his hands, reading it with a frown on his face.
She so badly wanted to ask him why he was frowning, but remembered his instructions to stay silent. Figuring he was going to be a while, she slipped into another of her favourite fantasies of them together.
This time they were in his empty classroom, because she had a detention with him. She was wearing her school uniform, but since this was fantasy, it was tighter, shorter and was missing a few buttons and a lot of underwear.
He was standing in front of her, she was sitting at her desk, hands folded in her lap, and he was reprimanding her about not shutting up in his classroom and always interrupting his lessons. Suddenly, he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up from her chair. He dragged her over to his desk, sat down in his chair and pulled her over his lap.
“If you will not listen, I will have to take other measures!” he would say to her (or something similar, she wasn't picky), before flipping up her skirt. He would be surprised (or not) at her not wearing knickers and then start spanking her. First he would redden one cheek, then the other, then he would rub them both, while she was sobbing over his lap. He would take his hand and push it between her legs to find her sopping wet (she hoped that in reality it would turn her on as much) and moan in lust, before pushing her off his lap and make her kneel in front of him. He would open his trousers, pull out his member and make her touch him, while he was calling out her name passionately…
“MISS GRANGER!” Professor Snape bellowed, surprising her so much she nearly fell out of her chair. She had been so caught up in her fantasy that she actually had not noticed him trying to get her attention.
She looked at Professor Snape and saw that he was seething, his lips pressed together until they were white and his dark green eyes glittering.
“Miss Granger, one would think you have too much on your plate to be daydreaming right now!” he said quietly, barely containing his rage, his voice a low growl.
His words suddenly reminded her of her predicament, which was enough to cool her ardour like a cold shower.
She looked down at her feet in shame, then returned her eyes to her Potions Professor, who held a vial in his hands that was clearly intended for her.
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