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Snape's Apprentices	By : Lalani Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 26343 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter Four
Interesting, he thought, she actually really has a crush on me.
Severus smirked to himself, moving between his shelves and 'listening' in on her thoughts. He was surprised to hear that she had been at Malfoy manor at one of his weekly sparring sessions with Lucius. And that seeing him without his robes got her so turned on. He idly stroked the books with his fingers, thinking about what to do to her, when her thoughts shifted into a full, blown-out fantasy.
He was again surprised to find himself sucked into it and that he was actually being a part of it. He quickly grabbed the tome he needed and pretended to be reading, turning his nether regions slightly away from her. There was no need for her to see how much she got him going at this point in time.
Her fantasy was arousing, but still a bit juvenile. He nearly snorted at how innocent it started out, how gentle she imagined him being.
Well, if that’s what it takes to get her into my bed, he thought sarcastically, before checking himself. He was not going to bed her. She was his student. Albus would have bugbears if he found out.
She is not going to be your student forever, his dark side whispered to him, you could take her on as an apprentice, like you had already planned and take it from there. It would be legal.
He considered that for a moment, still stuck in her fantasy. It was still hot, the thought of bedding a former student with such a brilliant mind, but her fantasies were all so...vanilla.
She is a virgin, you could teach her what you like. She wouldn't know any better until she went to someone else, the devil inside of him whispered insistently.
When he reached her hands in her little fantasy, he was suddenly catapulted out of it. She had apparently stopped it forcefully. He frowned slightly at that. It should have been impossible in the first place to suck him into a fantasy of hers, but to throw him out again? Curious and curiouser.
He actually started reading his book, mostly withdrawing from her mind and searched for the Potion he was pretty sure she had been slipped.
After reading a few moments, he noticed Miss Granger’s thoughts getting a bit jumbled. When he concentrated on them again, he slipped into another fantasy that made him nearly come in his pants.
Now, this is more like it, he thought, aroused beyond belief. She was fantasizing about him spanking her! He considered finishing the fantasy with her, but knew he would lose it like a sixteen year old boy, so he slipped out of her thoughts, sighing in relief. He was still aroused, but at least he didn’t have to feel her spread over his lap and his hands burning from the slaps
He walked towards his shelves, glancing at the young woman sitting on her chair, dreamily looking at a spot on the floor. He took out the Potion he needed and walked over to her. He tried getting her attention several times, amused at how immersed she was in her fantasies. She was actually nearly panting and squirming in her seat.
Still, after five tries, he grew annoyed. She might be fantasizing about him, but she was still in one hell of a predicament and he was here to help her with that.
Well, this time she IS going to hear me! He thought, before bellowing her name.
“MISS GRANGER!!!!”
She practically fell off her chair, turning her head up to look at him. Her face was pleasure swept, with red cheeks, a moist mouth and big, surprised eyes. He felt a tug at his loins, but quickly started thinking about Sybil to ward of another erection. It had started to become painful.
When she had finally given him her full attention, he started explaining what he suspected was going on.
“I am suspecting that someone has played a cruel joke on you Miss Granger. If you are truly still a virgin and you haven´t been date raped, that is. There is a potion that, when ingested, causes what is usually termed pseudocyesis, or ‘false pregnancy'. Your body thinks it is pregnant, you start having pregnancy symptoms: your belly will grow and your breasts will start producing milk. It is a very complicated potion, which works, mostly, on your psyche. It is your brain that thinks you are pregnant and starts producing the necessary pregnancy hormones.” He paused for a moment, thinking of something. “Of course, we could check by going for an ultrasound the muggle way or use a spell, but since you are not showing and only three days ago handled some very dangerous ingredients without getting any cramps or starting any bleeding, I think you might have been slipped the potion quite recently. Which means, we would see nothing in an ultrasound one way or another yet.” He held up the purple vial in his hand and showed it to her. “This is a vial of the Angel's Trumpet Draught.”
“That is a poison!” Miss Granger interrupted him, which made him scowl and Miss Granger cower in her chair. Privately, though, he was impressed that she knew what the Draught actually was.
“Yes, Miss Granger, it is a poison. Even one drop of it would kill you immediately, when ingested. That will not be a problem in your case, since you will not be drinking it. You will be putting it on your skin. Watered down, of course. If my suspicions are right, you will be developing a nice rash all over your skin. Don´t worry, it will fade after a few days.” He ignored her shocked gasp and went into full lecture-mode. He would test her, see if she was truly worth taking on as an apprentice.
What the hell? he thought. He had been thinking about offering her an apprenticeship, but discarded the thought every time she opened her mouth in class or handed in a written assignment. He ended up thinking her an annoying know-it-all every time.
“Now, Miss Granger, in what combination would Angel's Trumpet cause a rash? And why would it react with whatever you might have ingested?” he said, while walking to one of the desks and putting the vial down. He started preparing everything, now truly curious if he was right. He actually believed her when she said she was a virgin (he had gotten it out of her jumbled thoughts). He just didn’t know if she was yanking his chain about the pregnancy. He could have used a pregngancy spell, but knew they were unreliable. With a little bit of tweaking and a potion or two, they could be faked. It had gotten a few wizards into quite a predicament over the centuries.
Maybe she lost a bet or something similar, he though .If she was lying, he would definitely make her pay.
After a few minutes spent with an intense look on her face, Miss Granger finally answered him.
“Raspberry leaves, sir. And it would react, because Raspberry leaves used in potions stay in the human body for a minimum of nine days, before they are flushed out.”
He smiled slightly. As always her answer was right.
“Sir? Why are the majority of plants used in healing potions normal Muggle-plants? And why do they actually work?” she asked hesitantly. From her hesitation he knew she had been wondering about that for a while.
“Most of the complicated Potions out there are made with 'Muggle' plants, although I, personally, say there is no such thing as a ‘Muggle’ plant. Every plant has magical potential, it´s just that those plants have less raw magic to work with. Their properties have to be gently coaxed out by the Potioneer's magic. And yes, that is why you mostly use magical plants during school, your magic does not have the maturity it needs to be used like that. If you start a potions apprenticeship, you will be using only normal plants during your second year, to hone your skills and fine-tune your magic. At least, if you were having an apprenticeship with Me.” he answered, almost absently as he was concentrating on watering the potion down enough that it wouldn’t cause her longer discomfort than necessary.
After nearly ten minutes of silence, with him working and her watching his hands (and fantasizing about them) he was finished. He turned to her, with a small wooden bowl filed with steaming water in his hands.
“Come along now, Miss Granger. By the time we reach my bathroom, this will have cooled down enough for you to use.” he said and started the way back towards his chambers.
Arriving in his bathroom, he put down the bowl on his vanity and reached beneath it to get a small washing cloth. He turned around, towards the girl, who was standing in the doorway, shifting from one foot to the other and biting her lips. She obviously wanted to say something.
“What is it Miss Granger?” he asked her exasperated.
“What if there is a baby? Will it be hurt by it? And if you are right, why would anyone give me a potion like that? And why would such a Potion even exist in the first place??”She asked in a rush.
He started scowling at the young woman. She had disrupted is already shitty day with her problem and now was actually questioning him.
“No. IF there is a baby, it will not be hurt. You will be itching, that´s it. And why someone would do that? Who knows, Miss Granger, I am not clairvoyant. For the same reason I would not know why any potions Master would create a potion like that. It generally doesn't have any real usage. It just exists. Of course, there are spells, too, that would do that, but I think you would have noticed a wand pointed at you.”
He was silent for a moment, staring at the witch, before he continued.
“Adding to that, it was the first thing that came to my mind when taking into consideration everything you said and if that was the truth.” When she started protesting, he held up his hand.
“Miss Granger, save your breath. I have had more than one young woman sitting in front of my desk, pregnant and trying to make up a story about how it happened and it wasn't her fault. I am believing you, because you have never lied to me, are neither promiscuous nor a troublemaker. I am acting on a basis of trust here, don't waste it.”
She snapped shut her mouth and move towards his vanity. When she wanted to pick up the wash cloth he stopped her by grabbing her wrist. At the contact, his breath caught. It felt like an electrical charge hat hit him, all of her fantasies coming back to him and making him harden. He quickly let her go and cleared his suddenly clogged throat.
“Miss Granger, I will be doing that. Let me get my gloves and then we can start.” he croaked.
Her eyes widened while looking at him, before she started talking.
“B-but I would have to take off my blouse, sir!” she said while blushing. He nearly smirked, but then thought better of it.
“Yes, you have to, Miss Granger. I would rather not be doing this, but since we do not want you to go to Madame Pomfrey, you will have to let me. I know what I am doing, you do not.” he answered before turning around and walking to the robes he had discarded in his sitting room, leaving her alone in his bathroom to think on it.
He quickly took out the dragon-skin gloves he used while working. They scourgified themselves and had cost a pretty penny, but they were invaluable to him. Before leaving the sitting room, he stood in front of the door and took a moment to get himself under control. He didn't really have to apply the solution to her belly. He just wanted to see her without that shirt, her breasts straining against her bra. The way he had felt, every nerve ending alive when he had touched her? Fuck, that had felt good. And he wanted more. Just enough to tide him over until she had graduated. Just until he could legally touch her, fuck her. He groaned silently at that thought.
Control! You need to control yourself!
When he returned, she was still standing in front of the vanity, staring at the bowl and fidgeting with her shirt.
“Miss Granger, you do have to take off the shirt for me to work.” he said to her, exasperated. And impatient. He really wanted to see her without that shirt on.
“The window, sir. I-its right there, what if one of the merfolk were to swim by? And tell Professor Dumbledore?” she answered nervously.
Severus sighed. Of course she wouldn’t know about the window.
“It’s one-way glass. It is charmed so that we can look out, but no one can look in. No one will see you, I can assure you of that.”
She hesitated for another moment, then turned her back to him before slowly starting in on the buttons and taking of the shirt. He started to get hot when she slowly opened the shirt-lapels and started shrugging the shirt off. Her bra straps came into sight, a dark green, cutting enticingly into her flesh, then the rest of her back. With her bushy hair up in a bun he could see the nape of her neck and her whole back.
He silently got closer, until he could see that she had small freckles on her shoulders, barely stopping himself from touching her. He wanted so badly to sweep his hands from her neck, down over her bra, to the small of her back and rest it there. Just so he could see her squirm. When she felt him get closer, he saw her shoulders stiffen nervously. He pulled on the gloves, grabbed the wash cloth and gently wet it in the solution, being careful not to get any of it on him.
“Turn around, Miss Granger.” He said quietly.
She stood there for a few moments more, making his breath catch with anticipation. And then she turned around. He made sure to keep his eyes up, so when she turned around they wouldn’t zero in on her breasts immediately. He didn't want to scare her off. When she was completely facing him, she was looking down at her feet, blushing a furious red.
Seeing that he could look at her undisturbed, he let his eyes wash over her exposed chest, her unexpectedly large breasts nearly spilling out of her lace bra, her hard nipples and pale, pinkish aureoles clearly visible through the lace. He hadn’t expected her to wear lace. It made him unbearably hot that he had a green tinted picture of them. He unconsciously licked his lips.
His eyes went down, to her curvy belly. He liked that she wasn't completely skinny. He wanted to hold on to her, not be too afraid of breaking her bones if he gripped her to hard.
Her skin still had dirt on one or two places, from the explosion earlier.
He slowly went down on one knee, trying to catch her eyes. When she noticed him kneeling, she quickly looked up and straight into his eyes. She blushed an even deeper red and completely averted her face. Severus could live with that. Her shyness just showed how inexperienced she was and he liked that. Not that he had a problem with experienced woman, but this was somehow hotter.
“I will start now, Miss Granger. This will feel scratchy at first and then start itching like crazy. Don’t touch it and don´t scratch! You could spread it all over your body! When we are done, you can easily take a shower here. I have special soap that can remove nearly every option from ones skin. This, too, can be removed by it.” He said hoarsely.
She gave a small nod and then straightened her shoulders slightly, pushing out her breasts. His eyes flicked quickly to those pretty orbs, before he started on dousing her belly with the solution. Maybe one day he would tell her that it would have been enough to use a little bit on her arms to test it…

@Trelweny: Thank you for the review! Well, I think it will not be any longer before dear Severus breaks down completely and actually does something more about her fantasies! And yes, I thought it would be a nice change and stop all of the Malfoy-bashing going on :)
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