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Conquest is easy. Control is not.
By Florence W. Snape

Chapter 4:

Severus Snape
was thinking about standing up from where he had been sitting for nearly an
hour to stretch. His legs ached due to bad circulation and his pants were
embarrassingly wet but he was enjoying nursing Hermione Granger back to normal too
much to stand up.

Since her
breaths were no longer irregular, her heart beat was now normal and her
shivering had ceased, he felt confident this was the appropriate time to retire
to his rooms and bathe. Of course, he had to admit, he rather liked having her
head on his shoulder, her back only halfway pressed on his chest but it
wouldn�t do to stay. It also wouldn�t do to leave right away. Instead he
decided to check on the potion and take his time to study her reactions like he
always did.

So he stood
from his chair and walked to the simmering cauldron where the Flesh-Eating Slug
Repellent was boiling slowly, just to steal occasional glances at her but she
didn�t move at all. Even ten minutes after having left his seat next to her,
Hermione�s legs were opened still, her eyes closed and her lips curled in a big
smile all over her face. Severus rubbed his chin. She didn�t seem embarrassed
at all but rather in some kind of trance.

�Yet. She doesn�t feel embarrassed about what
has happened YET� he thought to himself while stirring the potion calmly.

�Professor
Snape�,� she started to say some time later, closing her legs together and
looking up at Severus who was now bottling the Flesh-Eating Slug Repellent
potion Hermione had been preparing that afternoon. All of a sudden she was
completely aware of where she was and why she had been smiling.

�Yes, Miss
Granger?� he asked nonchalantly while examining the green phial through the
little sunlight coming through the only dungeon window.

Hermione was
confused. She didn�t understand what had just happened. And, of course, her
confusion wasn�t only related to Snape�s reaction after cumming or the blissful
place from which she had just returned.

The whole thing
seemed so bizarre she had to double check her crotch just to make sure she
hadn�t been daydreaming, but surely, her knickers were completely wet and the
elastic was stretched due to the use of the vibrator beneath the fabric.

�And his fingers,�
she thought biting her lip before answering Snape�s question. His long fingers
had felt amazing inside of her. Nothing like Ron�s clumsy sausages; his were
long and slender and they had curved deliciously inside of her, playing with
her most erogenous spots, making her fantasize about him taking her against the
wall exactly like he had Penelope. She had never been more willing to have sex
in her life; she had wished he would end with her misery there in the middle of
the Potion�s lab, but he didn�t. He hadn�t even let her touch him and yet she
had never experienced such an erotic experience in her life. Surprisingly
enough, it hadn�t ended in penetration- or rather he hadn�t penetrated her but indeed she had buried his gift as deep
as it went. And she had loved it. She had loved the dirty words he had
whispered near her ear, his instructions on how to move the vibrator around,
his thumb in her clit and his fingers thrusting in and out. It had been surreal
mainly because it hadn�t been Ron or Krum but Professor Snape who had given her
the best orgasm in the world. And she couldn�t help but feel puzzled at her own
reactions. Why had she guided his hand between her legs? Why had she felt the
need to be touched by Snape? Perhaps he had slipped a lust potion in her
pumpkin juice or used some kind of ancient dark magic on her- yes, surely that
was the reason she had felt so eager to do it with him! It was the only
possible explanation apart from her actually being attracted to him and that,
she was almost sure, was certainly not it.

�Professor
Snape�,� she started again trying to clear her head of all thoughts. The
silence between them was too embarrassing to allow her to reach any kind of
logical conclusion and so she spoke again, clearing her throat, �sir��

�Miss Granger,
what is it?� he said, fed up with her odd silences already. His pants were wet
and it felt odd to stand in there bottling a potion when a shower was in order.

�Nothing,
sir. You can have
this back now,� she said, grabbing his gift from the floor, cleaning it on her
blouse and handing it back to him.

Severus Snape
glanced at the device for two seconds, then back at her and laughed out loud at
her innocence.

�Miss Granger,
I hardly think this is something I would intend to use on any other woman once
it�s been inside of you. You may keep it. In fact, I insist you keep it and
practice a bit,� he said, corking up the phial and sliding it inside his
pocket, �Now please, bottle the rest of the potion, study its properties, write
a full parchment on it and I expect you to clean all of this mess�� he said,
walking to where she was and putting his hand under her skirt and up her
knickers, then, he continued, �and this
mess, if you will,� he finished with a slight smile curving a path through his
cheeks.

With that, he
was gone, leaving Hermione scarlet in the face and slightly angry at herself
for not having seen earlier who Severus Snape really was.

***

Hermione
Granger was pacing around her room that night. She was still feeling very much
confused but anger had definitely taken over and it was now her main emotion.
She had come to the conclusion that Professor Snape�s punishment had gone
overboard. It was one thing to make her rub cauldrons, re-stock rare potion
ingredients and grade his papers but being played emotionally was another thing
entirely. He had played with her body, with her curiosity, with her feelings.
He had humiliated her, he had taken advantage of her, and he had exposed a side
of her that she had revealed to no one. She had every right to be angry if she
wanted to.�

�That
insufferable, overgrown bat...� she thought to herself, walking in circles
around her four poster bed, flicking her wand to rearrange the little furniture
she had in the dungeons. She looked awful. Her hair was a mess and she was
biting her nails violently, not quite happy with her redecoration skills. �How
dare he �?� she started to say but decided to stop
mid-sentence and continue rearranging her personal items.

She knew there
was something not quite right about her line of thought. She put a lock of her
own hair into her mouth and bit hard. If she had to be honest with herself,
what had happened that afternoon could hardly be considered punishment.�

He had been the
very first man to give her an orgasm. He had aroused her completely- to the
point of humiliating herself willingly- and he hadn�t let her touch him. He had
gained nothing from this personal revenge. Could that still be considered
abuse? Hermione didn�t think so.

Still, she was
certain something had been broken, a line had been crossed and there was little
point in dwelling on it. The reasons behind why Severus Snape had thought it
appropriate to give her a vibrator were beyond her but she had enjoyed the
whole experience thoroughly and that ought to be enough for now.

�It was high
time I gave in to my animal instincts anyway,� she thought to herself with a
tiny smile, forgetting for a second with whom she had shared that intimate
moment. And then it came back to her. Severus Snape. She had to be crazy to
want him but she couldn�t help herself. Her mind had been caught off guard the
other night when he had come to the dungeons with Penelope, but not her body.
It had responded to every one of his moans on that voyeuristic escapade of hers
and then that afternoon� that afternoon had been beyond her wildest dreams and
her body ached for more while her mind was trying to make sense of it all.

Perhaps he was
right; perhaps she did need to practice, perhaps it was futile to think about
it when a little action was in order. Sitting on her bed and looking at the
small white device in her night table she grabbed it and decided she would
enjoy his present after all. And maybe- just maybe- give him a taste of his own
medicine.

***

Severus Snape
was sleeping on the black leader couch in front of the fireplace when Hermione
Granger exited her room. She had heard him snore through the thin doors of her
chambers and an idea had struck her. Two could play this game and searching
through her closet frantically she, like Severus had the night before, had
found what she was looking for.

She made sure
to shut her door loudly enough to wake him on her way out of her bed chambers.
In only seconds Severus Snape was on his feet, wand pointing ferociously at
her, a look of hatred plastered on his face.

�What do you
think you are doing, Miss Granger?� he asked with his wand still pointing at
her, �You are not to use this room at all,�

�I am very
sorry, sir,� she said innocently biting her lower lip. She wasn�t sorry at all,
�I heard you screaming from my chambers and I wanted to make sure you were
alright,� she lied. He had been sleeping peacefully but not even the great
Severus Snape could control his sleeping habits. He had no way of knowing if
she was lying or not. He had no reason to doubt her anyway.

�I assure you I
am perfectly fine, Miss Granger,� he said, hiding his wand in his sleeve, �You
can return to your room now�

�Of course,
sir,� she obediently said, her head bowed as if he were royalty. She turned
around and started walking toward her door slowly, almost gliding. It was only
then that Severus Snape noticed what she was wearing.

It was a black
see through negligee that went all the way down to her ankles. Her bum was
quite exposed and he smiled at the fact that she was wearing very little
underwear.

�Miss Granger,
stop right there,� he suddenly said. When she turned around once again he was
pleased- and shocked- to see that she wasn�t wearing a bra at all. Her nipples
were small and perky because of the cool dungeon air and he thought she looked
ravishing in his favourite colour.

�Yes, sir?� he
asked nonchalantly, an eyebrow raised in curiosity.

�Miss Granger,
have you written the assignment I handed you this afternoon?� he asked off the
top of his head.

�I haven�t finished it yet, sir. I have been rather distracted,� she said
cheekily, her arms crossed across her chest, just barely covering her nipples
but exposing her cleavage.

�Is that so?�
he asked, smiling slightly and walking slowly to where she was, �Why is that?
Never once have I seen you preoccupied with anything else besides your academic
goals�

�That may be
true,� she conceded, and then added, �what if a professor was to recommend
something? Would that recommendation be considered academic even if it�s not of
an intellectual nature?�

�I would
certainly say so,� he said politely circling her like a bird of prey, �one must
do whatever one�s professor asks�

�Then I can
honestly say that I have been focused on improving my academic performance,
sir. You need not to worry� she said confidently.

�I see,� he
said, his voice filled with triumph, �I take it you have taken into
consideration my advice, then�

�I have, sir�
she honestly said opening her palm and revealing the small vibrator. He hadn�t
noticed it at all, �your gift has been wonderful�

He was taken
aback. Who was this woman and what had happened to Hermione Granger? He had
wanted her to come to him but he hadn�t expected this temptress, this woman who
was ready to seduce him, to take an active role in his game. He had hoped for a
submissive partner, a woman so lost in desire that she ached for his touch; a
weak, humiliated and broken lover he could dispose at leisure; someone who
would beg to be pleased not someone who would make him beg. And yet, he didn�t find this new attitude repelling in the
least. In time, he could make her beg and she would learn to love it.

�Was it, Miss
Granger?� he asked rhetorically, not caring for her answer in the least. He ran
a finger down her spine and was glad to see her shiver under his touch. She was
his, �Would you like to show me?�

�Like this
afternoon?� she asked hopefully.

�No. Not like
this afternoon,� he replied curtly, �You got help this afternoon. You said, if my memory does not fail me, that you were afraid to use
my gift, that you were afraid to harm yourself with it. Now, Miss Granger, are
you hurt?� he asked mischievously sitting back on the couch, his gaze never
leaving her.

�I am not, sir�
she answered truthfully, not moving an inch.

�Do you
remember what I did to you this afternoon?� he enquired, his velvety voice
arousing her.

�Yes,� she
whispered, her voice failing her.

�Then this
would be an appropriate time to give me a demonstration,� he said, smiling
slightly. It was all or nothing. If she said �yes� and masturbated in front of
him, she was his to break at leisure. If she said �no�, she wasn�t and then he
would have to revaluate his whole plan.

�What would I
get if I did?� she asked, intrigued. She wasn�t completely sure this was the
right idea but she was curious and aroused- a fatal combination. She grabbed
her vibrator tighter and sat next to him.

Her question
had, again, caught him off guard. What did she want, for him to have his way
with her in the middle of the living room? Surely that could not be a fantasy
of hers. If it was, he had underestimated Hermione Granger completely.

�What do you
want?� he asked politely, staring deeply into her big brown eyes.

�I�ve exposed
myself to you. You have seen me at my most vulnerable state. I want to see the
same� she stated calmly. She wasn�t asking for something too personal. Wizards
masturbated all the time, after all, and she wanted to watch him stroke himself while looking at her. The idea had been haunting her
since the night before when he had fucked Penelope while staring at her door.
Plus, now they would be equally embarrassed. Tit for tat.
Quid pro quo. It was only fair if a demonstration was
what he wanted. By now she was sure Severus Snape was a naughty man and she was
certain it would appeal to his perverted side- they could both cum without
touching each other. Hermione Granger smirked. She was learning fast.

�You are
learning fast,� he said with a small grin, �alright, Miss Granger. How should
we do this?� he asked, giving her the upper hand. He was surprised she had
asked for such a thing but it certainly intrigued him that Hermione Granger
would have such an active imagination. She didn�t want to be fucked like that
whore Penelope. She wanted stimulation. His Slytherin ways had done wonders to
her mind. The once innocent Hermione Granger- an angel just 48 hours ago- was
requesting the unthinkable from her Potions Master. He liked the way he had
influenced her with very little effort. He was looking forward to tainting her
completely.

Hermione rubbed
her chin. Should she go first? She wasn�t sure she could trust him. Moreover,
she wanted to watch him do it while looking at her, exactly like she had
imagined it the other night� not closing his eyes and thinking of some PlayWizard model. That was not sexy.

�We should do
it at the same time. Perhaps we could find stimulation in what the other person
does� she explained carefully.

�It is only
fair� he said and proceeded to unbuckle his belt. He was hard already. He
couldn�t wait to see what she had planned.

Hermione hadn�t
planned on him saying �yes� so quickly so she felt a bit frightened when he
started undoing his trousers.

�Oh, I�m Sorry,
Miss Granger. How inappropriate of me not to offer! Do you want to do the
honours?� he ironically asked after catching her staring. She whispered a �no�
and stood from the sofa, blushing.�

Just when
Severus thought he had scared her off, he was pleasantly surprised to find her
dragging one of his favourite chairs in front of him, her vibrator in between
her breasts- she had nowhere else to put it. Well, except there and he had to wait to see that.

�Well done,
Miss Granger,� he said slowly, his deep voice sending warm vibes all over her
body.

When she turned
around to sit down she was shocked to find him in his underwear. He was wearing
tight green boxers that contrasted against his very pale legs divinely. He was
still wearing his black socks, which was a bit of a turn off but she decided
she didn�t mind. She wasn�t planning on focusing very much in the feet area
anyway.

Severus Snape
smiled at her reaction. She was definitely staring at the bulge in his
underwear. He wanted to say something to embarrass her but decided on the
contrary this time. It had been quite some time since any decent woman had
taken the time to take a good look at him. He was glad to see she wasn�t
disgusted with his middle aged body but curious. He liked that quality about
her. He could teach her many things apart from Potions.

Delicately he
rubbed her knee and watched as she gasped. The idea was not to touch the other
but he wanted to help her out of her underwear. It would take ages if he had to
wait for her initiative. Caressing the hem of her black knickers, he introduced
a finger in each side and slipped them down her thighs, her knees, her calves
and all the way to the floor.

Hermione
blushed. She was feeling overexposed but content that the hardness in his
underwear had to do with her. Standing up so that his face was near her bush,
she then went on her knees and timidly grabbed his erection. They weren�t
supposed to touch but since he had helped her off her knickers she could only
do the same. In one swift motion Severus Snape�s hard cock was out and Hermione
ached to touch, to taste, to learn like she had never before� but she was
afraid he�d reject her again like he had this afternoon. And, after all, what
kind of message would that send? They had logically and maturely agreed on
something and it wouldn�t do to break a promise though she was almost sure he
wouldn�t mind. She knew she didn�t.

�Well, Miss
Granger�?� he asked rubbing the tip of his dick a bit, spreading his pre-cum.
Hermione opened her mouth in shock but closed it quickly.� It wouldn�t do to behave like an
impressionable student- though that was what she was- when she had been the one
to suggest such a naughty activity in the first place.

Sitting back in
front of him with her legs wide opened and her feet resting on his couch,
Hermione Granger took the vibrator out of her breasts and timidly started
rubbing it on her clit like he had taught her earlier.

�Very good,
Hermione� he said while stroking his hard shaft slowly, using her name for the
first time.

�Oh,
Professor�� she said through moans. Her name in his lips was something very
erotic. Coincidentally the sight of Hermione Granger�s glistening pussy- she
was so wet!- and the mention of his title sent him over the edge and he had to
sit back and think of Neville Longbottom, melted cauldrons, Harry Potter and
England just to control his ejaculation. But he did. This wasn�t his first
time. He was a middle aged man not some hormonal teenage boy trying to get
inside of her. He knew that the brain was the sexiest organ and that
stimulation of the mind was equally important. And an image of Hermione Granger
with his gift inside of her was enough stimulation to last him for months if
she decided never to speak to him again after tonight.

Hermione moaned
at the sight of Professor Snape�s violent strokes. His cock was red, wet and
hard and she desperately wanted it inside her. She had thought it impossible to
want a man more than she had wanted him that afternoon but she had been wrong.
She was much more aroused now that she could see him bite his lips, caress his
sack and stroke his dick while looking at her. She penetrated herself with his
vibrator and moaned louder and louder. With the techniques she had learnt that
afternoon it wouldn�t take her long to cum. She hoped he did too and soon. She
wanted to see a man cumming for herself. She had seen pictures in books and Ron
had cum inside of her but she had never seen a grown man ejaculate in front of
her before. She was rather intrigued.

�Hermione� he
whispered trying to get her attention, �could you please expose your breasts?�
he cordially asked still stroking but easing the pace, as if waiting for her to
do as asked before resuming the vicious stroking. Hermione blushed but decided
to follow his orders anyway and without taking her negligee off, she slid the
spaghetti straps off her shoulders to reveal average size breasts and small
rosy nipples. She tried to cover herself up with one hand but the sight of her
wet fingers all over her nipples was even more erotic for him. He was almost
there but it wouldn�t do to climax before her.

�Use your
fingers. Place the vibrator on your clit� he ordered and he was glad to see it
took her seconds to climax.

She was gasping
for air, eyes closed and shivering still when he stood up. It wouldn�t do to
frighten her and climax on her face. It would be risky to do it on her tits. So
he decided to be safe.

�Open your
hands, Miss Granger,� he requested standing so near her, his enlarged shaft was
just centimetres away from her deliciously opened mouth. She opened her eyes at
once, stretched her arm and offered him her palm.

One. Two. Three. Four. That was all it took
for him to spread his seed on Hermione Granger�s right hand. The tip of his
cock was resting on her innocent looking palm and he was shocked to watch her milk
his shaft with her other hand until there was nothing left. When he was done,
he caressed her curls as she played with his semen, an expression of disgust
and incredulity on her face. It wasn�t as white as she had imagined and it was
sticky and gross. But she had found it extremely stimulating to watch him get
off on her palm like that.

�Scrougify� he
said pointing his wand at her palm.

�Thanks for
that, Professor Snape,� she said knowing perfectly well what the mention of his
title had done to him in ecstasy, �How did I do?� she asked not so innocently
this time.

�You did well,
Miss Granger. You got an A as in �Acceptable�. Perhaps you could do without my
little gift next time I test you. Would you be up to that?� he asked putting
his boxers back on.

�What do you
mean, sir?� she asked, not completely sure of the meaning behind his words.

�My little
voyeur,� he said patting her head like muggles usually do to dogs, �have you
already forgotten your eagerness to touch me this afternoon?�

�No,� she
timidly answered, trying not to think about the embarrassing things she did
when aroused, �I haven�t�

�Next time, I
might even let you try�� he said walking to his bedroom chambers. Before
closing the door behind him he added, �PRACTICE!�

And with that
Hermione Granger was left alone, again. This time too tired to think about what
Severus Snape�s last words meant.

***

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