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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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About a week later, I was in my office grading fourth-year essays when a figure galloped into the abstract painting I had hanging behind my desk. “Master Malfoy and Master Potter are having a confrontation in the second floor boys’ bathroom!” Sir Cadogan cried out, tumbling indecorously from the saddle when his fat little pony halted abruptly. Ignoring the clanking of his armor as he struggled to stand back up, I ripped open the door and positively flew from my office. I pounded up the dungeon stairs and took the staircase right off the entry hall. My robes flapped loudly behind me as I sprinted down the corridor, sliding to a halt outside the restroom.
I kicked open the swinging door, entering with my wand held out cautiously in front of me. I walked into the room just as Potter was desperately spouting out a number of nonsense words. Malfoy laughed at him mockingly, casting a leg-locker jinx and sending him tumbling into a sizable puddle. From his place on the ground, Potter sent a nasty stinging hex, making Draco’s face swell up like a grotesque balloon. I cast a powerful shield charm between them, clearing my throat menacingly.
They finally took notice of me, terror and shock clouding their features as they looked up. I grabbed each of them by the ear, dragging them into the hall and away from the irritating spray of the broken fixtures. I shoved them roughly against the wall, towering over their heads, my expression mildly irritated.
“Mister Malfoy, you will be serving detention with me every Saturday evening for the remainder of term…” I drawled languidly. He let out a noise of indignation, beginning to complain that I was being completely unfair. I halted him with an imperious wave of my hand, shooing him away as if he were no more than an irritating housefly. He stormed off in a huff, but spoke no further. I waited until I heard his footsteps pounding down the staircase at the end of the corridor before I turned my haughty gaze on Potter.
“Mister Potter, you will serve detention with me this Saturday afternoon…” I began, but he cut me off rudely. “You can’t do that, Professor! That’s the last Quidditch game of the season!” he protested, his face flushing red with fury.
“I am well aware of that, Mister Potter,” I sighed wearily, “which is why I have chosen to schedule your detention during that exact period of time. Perhaps this will be a warning to you to not go around spouting out random spells you find handwritten in a book…” He gaped at me in shock, completely forgetting his anger.
“Yes, Mister Potter, I know about the book. I also know about the horcruxes. I even know what you suspect about Malfoy… But you need to act with caution, boy. Draco is desperate and dangerous, like an injured animal with its leg caught in a trap. I know you think you can take him in a fight, but you’re not ruthless like he is. You can’t hurt someone like that, Harry… you’re just like your mother… you care too much...” I stressed, and he looked up at me, Lily’s eyes glinting curiously behind his glasses.
“You just used my first name…” he muttered, shaking his head dazedly.
“My office. Saturday. 3 pm.” I growled, spinning with an impressive sweep of my cloak, and proceeding down the hall at a rapid clip. I disappeared into hidden passage behind a coat of armor as he remained rooted to the spot, absorbing what had just happened.
When Hermione entered my laboratory quite late that night, she was rubbing her temples exhaustedly, complaining of a headache. “Well, Harry just forced it out of me that I blabbed all his secrets to you. I tried to keep it from him, but I’m a terrible liar. It was pretty damn obvious that I had been the one who told you.”
“Was he furious?” I asked, pulling her onto my lap where I sat on the couch.
She buried her face in my shoulder, replying, “Yeah, at first. Eventually I was able to talk him down, explaining how you saved my parents, how you’re trying to save Draco from his own bad decisions… I think he’s starting to come around. What did you say to him anyway? He actually seemed madder at me than he was at you… And you’re forcing him to miss the Quidditch championship!” she exclaimed, creasing her forehead in confusion.
I laughed quietly, hugging her tightly against my chest. “You’ll never get it out of me,” I teased, placing a gentle kiss on her temple. She gave me a peck on the tip of my overlarge nose, batting her eyelashes adorably. “I bet I could convince you…” she teased, sliding her soft hand down the collar of my shirt, then dragging her nails back up along my neck.
I groaned in frustration as blood began to flow to my cock. She felt it twitching to life beneath her ass, and she ground against me enticingly. “Fuck youuu….” I moaned, tossing my head back in blissful frustration.
She swung around, straddling my legs with some difficulty. She took my hand in her own, guiding it up and under her school robes. My fingers encircled her slim hip, realizing immediately that she was wearing no undergarments. I squeezed her bare ass roughly, groaning her name with desperation.
She unbuttoned my shirt slowly, placing wet kisses on each individual patch of skin she exposed. She finally finished, pulling me forward slightly so that she could remove the garment. She lowered her face to my chest, encircling my left nipple with her perfectly pink lips. She bit it suddenly, roughly, yanking on it with a savage glint in her eye.
I let out a cry of pain, bucking underneath her. She pushed me against the back of the couch with a small hand around my throat. She assaulted my other nipple, tightening her hold around my neck when I tried to struggle. She finished by tweaking them roughly, bringing a yelp out of me each time. She grinned at me evilly, reaching between us to grasp my rock-hard cock through my trousers with one hand while she continued to practically choke me with the other.
I moaned in a frenzy, drunk with feverish desire, pressing my hips insistently against her. She laughed mockingly, placing painful love bites all over my abdomen. I was nearly sick with need, moaning her name constantly and insistently now. Suddenly, she climbed off of me, scooting to the far end of the couch. She leaned her back against the arm, bending her knees up and spreading her legs wide. She pulled the hem of her robes slowly, enticingly, up her smooth legs. I licked my lips hungrily, watching with rapt attention. She paused just before her flawless little cunt was about to come into view.
“I want to watch you touch yourself,” she whispered, flushing shyly. I nodded wildly, nearly hurting myself as I violently yanked my cock out of my trousers. I began to stroke myself slowly, and her eyes devoured me. I was painfully swollen, veins bulging aggressively. My foreskin had partially retracted, leaving my exquisitely tender head visible. I ran my rough thumb across the glans, drawing an involuntary shudder from my own body. “It’s so much bigger than I’d ever imagined…” she breathed, leaning forward, her eyes full of rapid curiosity.
“You have to do it too…” I growled, barely able to restrain the pace of my ministrations. She nodded, leaning back and pulling her robes the rest of the way up her hips. Her spread her labia for me, displaying her glistening ruddiness.
It was the most erotic thing I’d ever experienced, watching her stroke her swollen little bud as I pumped furiously up and down, fist in a death-grip around my impossibly rigid cock. I Occluded, trying desperately to make the moment last, but then she was gasping, leg muscles seizing, as an orgasm wracked her delicate body. The glorious noises she made brought my climax, and I came violently, seminal fluid flowing out from between the fingers of my clenched fist.
She crawled over on all fours, grabbing my hand before I could vanish the evidence. She stared me boldly in the eye as she brought my palm to her lips. She licked my hand obscenely, from the wrist to the tip of my middle finger, never once breaking eye contact. I shuddered with desire, overwhelmed by the lewd act she’d just committed. Her eyes were dark and unreadable, staring unblinkingly into my own as she slowly licked my semen from her lips. I felt the blood rushing back between my legs, engorging my sore member once again.
“Naughty, naughty little girl,” I growled, rising to my feet abruptly. She was still kneeling on her hands and knees, and I pushed on her lower back, forcing her ass to arch into the air. I pulled her fallen robes up, high enough that her bare breasts were exposed, dangling alluringly in the cold dungeon air. The voluminous fabric pooled around her arms and head, obscuring her view. I pulled my trousers and underwear off, beginning to stroke my cock languidly as I murmured to her, “Such a bad little girl. Seducing your professor like that… Spreading your little pink cunt for me like a shameless slut… Who knew such a filthy little beast lived inside you, Miss Granger? Such an insatiable, eager little whore. You’re constantly aching to be filled with my cock, aren’t you, girl?” I purred, squeezing her bottom tenderly with one hand as I stroked myself at a leisurely pace with the other.
“Yes…” she groaned, arching her back yet further, pushing her tight little ass into my hand. “Yes, what?” I drawled mockingly, removing my hand from her smooth skin.
“Yes, I ache for you, Master Snape! I want your huge cock inside of me, ripping me apart! I want it more than I want food, more than I want oxygen! Every second you’re not touching me is agony! I need you, Sir, I need you so fucking badly, I can’t bear it!” she cried out tearfully.
“That’s a good girl,” I murmured, smacking my hand across her ass abruptly. She cried out with a mixture of pleasure and pain, screaming, “Yes! Thank you, Sir!” I continued spanking her as she cried out her gratitude after every strike.
Enflamed with desire, I grabbed her roughly by the hips, spinning her around to face the back of the couch with her ass sticking out enticingly over the edge of the seat. I pressed her legs together, tucking my thick length between them. I fucked the crease between her upper thighs, the entire area already warm and delightfully soaked from her dripping cunt. My fingers dug into her hips, leaving small circular bruises where I desperately held her legs tightly together. She reached between her legs, furiously stroking herself, making a low keening noise in the back of her throat.
I came between her legs, completely coating her upper thighs with my stickiness. She turned over, spreading her legs to me brazenly, rubbing my jizz all over her most private area. She ran two fingers through my fluids then thrust them inside herself, staring into my eyes fiercely the entire time.
I gaped at her display, overwhelmed with the entire experience. She fucked herself aggressively with her left hand while she rubbed her clitoris so quickly that her right was nothing more than a blur.
I could see my fluids clumping in her tiny thatch of blonde curls, already beginning to dry. She stuck the fingers of her left hand in her mouth, sucking them clean of both our juices. Seemingly triggered by the taste of our mingled desires, she came silently, eyes rolling back in her head so that I could see nothing but the whites.
By the time she came down, cheeks pink, chest heaving, my cock was ready once again, twitching expectantly when I bent down to pick up my clothing. I dressed slowly, her eyes on me the entire time. She seemed to be drinking in my physique, apparently admiring my lean muscles and the deliberate, sinewy grace with which I moved.
“I love you, Master Snape” she murmured, and I allowed myself a small smile, the corner of my mouth twitching upward in amusement. “I love you, Miss Granger,” I purred, clutching a fistful of the front of her robes and pulling her up to me. I kissed her quickly but passionately on the lips, keeping my mouth firmly closed, yanking away as the searing pain flared across my face. She yelped, grabbing her mouth painfully, but still smiling at me through her fingers.
“Now get the fuck out of here before we get ourselves expelled,” I grunted, not completely unkindly. She nodded with understanding, embracing me quickly before nearly fleeing from my lab. I spent the rest of the night drinking heavily in an attempt to repress my persistent, raging hard-on. I eventually passed out in a stupor many hours later, finally, blessedly, quelled by the wonders of alcohol-induced impotence.
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