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Madrigal	By : Rotisserie_Cassowary Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 7982 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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“We need to do something about Draco and Harry,” Hermione declared a few weeks later as we were cleaning up from a marathon brewing session. “Harry is obsessed with what he’s doing all the time. He’s literally stalking him. He’s completely convinced that Draco is a Death Eater, and nothing I say can persuade him otherwise.”
“Well, I’m so surprised you could knock me over with a feather. Potter being perceptive for once? Who ever heard of such a thing?” I remarked sarcastically.
“Professor, this is serious! You’ve been in this sullen mood for weeks- with good reason- but you need to get over it now.”
I raised my eyebrow dangerously. “Excuse me?” I hissed.
“Harry has house elves tailing Malfoy now!”
“He what?” I asked, too shocked to remember I was angry at her.
“Yes! After he was sent to the hospital wing from that oaf McLaggen nearly killing him in the Quidditch match!”
“Don’t utter that scum’s name in my presence!” I hissed disgustedly.
She rolled her eyes impatiently. “That’s not the point! Those stupid boys are going to end up maiming each other if we don’t intercede!”
“What could we possibly do? They’re teenage boys. They’re naught but spotty little bags of hormones and rage,” I scoffed.
She let out an incoherent noise of frustration. “I’m sick of this! I’m so over it! If you’re not going to do anything to help yourself, then I’m just going to do it my way!” She yanked her bag from her chair, threw it over her shoulder with a huff, and stormed out of the laboratory.
I sighed and shrugged resignedly, grabbing a bottle of firewhiskey and slumping in my armchair by the fireplace. I proceeded to get gloomily wasted, staring at the flames and pondering my inevitable bloody fate. About an hour and a half after Hermione stormed out, my laboratory wall dissolved again. I refused to look over, childishly ignoring her. Suddenly, a loud Scottish brogue rattled me, “Severus Tobias Snape, get your skinny arse out of that chair right now!”
Startled, I leapt to my feet and did a double-take. Though Minerva was one of the few who knew the location of my laboratory, I could count on one hand the number of times she’d been inside of it. “Get the hell out of my lab!” I shouted, trying to sound menacing. She just rolled her eyes at me, strode over, and grabbed me by the collar of my waistcoat.
“Don’t you dare speak to me like that, Severus! I’ve known you since you were a scrawny little twig of a boy! You know damn well you’re not going to intimidate me,” she scoffed. “Now, do you want to tell me why you didn’t come to me for help with this problem?! Did you forget that I’m a member of the Order? That I’m deputy headmistress? That I’m your friend?” I looked up at her, surprised at the sentiment.
She continued, “You’re not the only one who’s noticed a decline in the Headmaster’s mental capabilities this year. He’s becoming increasingly scattered; a lot of the professors have been questioning many of his decisions in the past few months. And I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t suspected that Draco had taken the Dark Mark. He was never a particularly happy child, but he has clearly gone into decline this year.”
“Exactly how much do you know?” I choked out in shock.
“I told her everything: Dumbledore trying to make you kill him, Draco becoming a Death Eater, your Unbreakable Vow, Harry being determined to catch Draco in the act, our research into muggle technology,” Hermione confessed, giving me a significant look that said, ‘Don’t worry, our secret is safe.’
“And what exactly gave you the impression that it was your bloody right to go around spouting my business to everyone?!” I roared.
“Quit that right this instant!” Minerva snapped, “Miss Granger has done you a great service. In fact, she’s probably single-handedly saved your life! Now that I know what’s going on, I can help you, you silly bugger! I’m so sick of you men and your pride and your secrets! This war could have been over twenty years ago if people would just bloody communicate!”
I simply gaped at her, stunned by her uncharacteristic outburst. “So I’m going to place a castle-wide watch order on Master Potter, and I expect you to do the same for Master Malfoy. We want every portrait, every statue, every house-elf and ghost, watching those boys every damn second of the day. If conflict erupts, we need to be able to get there immediately and save them from themselves. Draco has made a very regrettable choice, but you are proof positive that it’s not an irreversible one. He’s my student, my responsibility. I don’t believe he’s beyond redemption, and I’m going to try my damnedest to protect him. I expect the same from you.”
I nodded mutely in acquiescence. She patted me, firmly but affectionately, on the cheek. “We will discuss this further in the near future. For now, get some rest. You look like shite,” she joked drily, giving me a small wink.
She nodded in a motherly type of way at Hermione, “Miss Granger, thank you for bringing this to my attention. You did the right thing. Don’t let him berate you too much.”
Hermione and I stood in silence for a few long minutes after Minerva left. I was having trouble deciding what exactly I was feeling. I was beyond livid at her for betraying my confidence. But she had done it because she cared. Because she wanted to save my soul. How could I be mad at that? But I was so full of adrenaline that I couldn’t think straight.
I strode over and stared down my nose imperiously at her. “Well, Miss Granger,” I sneered, “You’ve been quite the naughty girl, haven’t you?”
She looked up at me with large, unbelievably sad eyes. “I’m sorry, Master Snape, but I had to.”
“You will be sorry,” I hissed. I grabbed her by the hair, dragging her over towards the couch. I sat down, pulling her along with me. I laid her across my legs, facedown, so that her delicious little ass was right in my lap. I yanked her robes up, exposing her bare legs and underwear. Her panties were these adorable little white cotton boy shorts with pink polka dots. Licking my lips hungrily, I lightly stroked my fingertips up and down the backs of her slim, creamy thighs. She sighed, wiggling against my erection appealingly.
I brought my hand down, quite suddenly, when she was least expecting it. She shrieked, nearly falling off the couch as I spanked her. I held her down with one arm, whaling viciously on her ass with the other. She screamed and cried, and the sensation of her struggling against me almost made me climax instantly. After a few minutes of assault, I began squeezing and caressing her delectable rump instead. She gasped, pressing lewdly against my throbbing cock.
I had a sudden burst of inspiration. I pulled her up into a sitting position, facing forward in my lap, with her back against my chest. “Take off your underwear and give them to me,” I whispered in her ear. She complied, passing them over her shoulder. I inhaled their scent hungrily, groaning with desperation. I used my knees to spread her legs wide, and I pulled her robes up to her waist. I took her hand in my own, guiding it between her legs. She began to gently stroke herself before I could even command her to do so.
I watched over her shoulder as she gingerly fondled herself, making little sighs of pleasure. From my angle, I couldn’t see very much, but the sensation of her ass grinding against my cock more than made up for it. I could see that she was nearly hairless, possessing just a small patch of blonde curls on her pubis. “That’s a good girl,” I murmured quietly, my face buried in her riotous mane. “Touch yourself for your Master. That’s what I like to see. Do you do this in your bed at night?”
“Yes, Sir,” she gasped out.
“You touch yourself with all those other girls sleeping around you? What a naughty little minx. Do you think about me? Do you think about my big, scary cock?”
“Oh, gods, yes!” she groaned, beginning to buck wildly in my lap.
“Do you want my monster inside you, tearing your delicate virgin pussy to shreds?” I growled.
“Yes, Master Snape, I do! Gods, I do!”
“Put your fingers inside your cunt right now!” I commanded, and she complied immediately, shoving two fingers inside her tight little hole. “That’s right. Fuck yourself like a nasty slut. Don’t neglect that clit, now,” I purred. She was completely wild now, going at herself frantically with both hands.
“Good girl. That’s a good girl,” I groaned, nearing completion from her frenzied movements on my lap and the glorious sights and sounds she was providing me.
“Oh, fuck yeah, you fucking slut. You’re such a good little girl. Fuck yourself for me. Oh, GODS!” I came violently, completely soaking the front of my trousers.
“Do you feel my come smearing all over your ass?” I asked obscenely. “You did that to me, you dirty girl. Do you like making me lose control? Do you get off on seducing men twice your age? Do you want to be fucked by a big, strong man?”
“No!” she groaned laboriously, “No… just you. It was always… you…” She came then in a glorious, rushing torrent of noise. I could definitely decipher my name amongst the shrieks and groans, along with a lot of nonsense syllables and curse words. Her orgasm just went on and on. Right when I thought she was settling down, her thighs would clench again with another wave of pleasure.
When she finally collapsed against me, she was clammy with sweat. I brushed her hair out of the way, placing a trail of kisses down her damp throat.
After taking a minute to catch her breath, she awkwardly clambered over me, turning around and straddling my lap. She placed a hand behind my head, pulling me towards her. Then she was kissing me, needfully exploring my mouth with her tongue. Sharp pain flared between us, making my eyes water. But she tightened her hold on my hair, forcing us to stay together.
I pushed through the searing agony, desperate for that connection with her. It was the most aggressive kiss of my life; I made a low growling noise in my throat as I bit her bottom lip and pulled viciously. She probed my mouth deeply, desperately. We broke apart after a minute, delirious with pain. My ears were ringing deafeningly, and I felt as if I might vomit any second. She held her head in her hands, clearly experiencing a similar effect. She gave me a tiny smile, quirking the corner of her mouth in a rather Snape-like fashion. “Totally worth it,” she whispered.
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