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His Little Potions Slut	By : poptart52 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 61670 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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AN: Sorry about the time lapse, my lovely readers. So much has been going on and I will explain more later, but I bet you want that new chapter, don’t you? So, here it is!

It’s time for breakfast, which is made quite apparent by the fact that I woke up a moment ago with Draco standing over my bed, arms crossed and glaring at me.

“Really, Granger. Must you look so horrendous when you sleep? Close your mouth.” I glare and sit up, stretching, and I don’t miss the way he eyes my body.

“Let me dress, please. I’ll be down in a moment.” Draco only raised an eyebrow.

“’Let me dress, please’ what?” I sigh and look down.

“Let me dress, please, Master Draco…” He smirks.

“Good girl.” His hand is in my hair, petting it, smoothing it down. “No bra or panties today.” With that, he leaves my room.

I groan, but I get out of bed, spelling my teeth clean and my hair so it falls in smooth ringlets. No time to do things the Muggle way. Not today… Slipping on some skinny jeans and a loose top that slouches just so, enough to show one collar bone and a bit of shoulder, I slip into my flats and pad down the stairs. Draco is already gone, but I know he’ll be looking for me.

In the Great Hall, I’m the first one out of our group there. Waffles with butter and syrup go on my plate and I’m halfway through by the time Ginny arrives. She has circles under her eyes, like she didn’t sleep long, but she looks happy.

“Late night?” She nods.

“I was up late writing that paper for Blaise. I wanted to have time today. He mentioned more training when we left your rooms last night.”

Harry and Ron don’t make it down to breakfast, which isn’t terribly surprising given it’s a Sunday. They probably slept in. I’m just finishing my meal when I feel eyes on me, and follow them until they meet globes of obsidian. They hold for a minute before looking away, and I blush.

“Come on Ginny. You can come to my rooms while I work on my paper for Draco.”

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Sunday, and it’s been three days since I’ve seen the witch. She didn’t have Potions on Friday… And I’ve been busy until now. But that shall be remedied today.

After breakfast I storm to my rooms, jotting down a quick note. She is to meet me in an hour, in my chambers. This witch is mine, and she will know it. I want to see what she has learned so far. And I want to see more of that curvaceous body of hers. I smirk and sit down in front of the fire after sending off my owl. Today will be a good day.

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I’m just finishing up my paper when I receive word from Snape. He wants to see me. My stomach does a flip flop, and I feel like butterflies are flying around not just in my stomach but in my chest and in my head.

“Ginny, do you think I’m ready? I don’t want to disappoint him!”

The redhead sits up from her lounging spot on my bed and peers at me with her green eyes.

“Hermione. This is your Master. The guy you approached. Why are you so nervous?” I shake my head.

“I don’t know, Ginny.”

“You know you’re the brightest witch of the age. You won’t disappoint him. You learn far too quickly for that.” I sigh.

“Thanks Gin. That means a lot to me… Help me get ready?” The girl grins, a devious look in her eyes as she slides off my bed.

Forty minutes later and my hair is pulled back into a messy updo, a few ringlets framing my face. Make up is on to perfection, highlighting my eyes, and my clothing is much more daring: A loose dress with a belt around my midsection, paired with brown boots. Given that I’m not wearing any bra or panties, this is a huge risk for me.

But, Ginny is right. It’s how Snape would want to see me. So I’ll do it. I want to make him happy…

I look over as I feel my hand being squeezed, and Ginny gives me a sympathetic smile.

“You’ll do fine. Go get ‘em, girl.”

I smile back, and without talking we both walk to the dungeons. Blaise met up with her at the entrance to Snape’s quarters, leading the girl away, both of them smiling, his arm around her. They look so happy. I hope I look that way.

Timidly I knock on the door, and my eyes widen as the door opens.

Snape is standing there, only he looks completely different. The grease from the fumes is washed out of his hair and he’s wearing some simple black slacks and a black button down shirt. “Come in, Miss Granger.” His voice is like liquid fire, scorching a trail down my throat all the way to my belly and my groin. Of course, I obey.

He walks over to his couch and sits. Jittery, I remember what Draco said about greeting one’s Master and drop to my knees, crawling over to my Master, lowering my forehead to the floor. When I hear Him tell me I may rise, I glance up and I can see his smile. i’ve pleased Him!

As I situate myself on the floor, my legs spread wide, Snape reaches down underneath the skirt of my dress, and I blush deeply. I can feel his fingers on me, on my warmth, and I know he can feel how wet I am. His hand withdraws and I can see a slight glisten on it in the light. He smirks and puts his fingers to my lips. I can feel my face burning.

“Go on, girl. You know what I want. Open up.”

I close my eyes in embarrassment but open my mouth obediently. Those fingers… Those fingers feel like Heaven in my mouth and there’s a taste that’s sickly sweet. Is that… me? Then I hear it.

“Open your eyes, girl. Look at your Master while you please Him.”

My heart is beating fast as I open my eyes and look into his onyx globes. They hold a fire within them that I’m scared to tap. Me. Fearless Hermione, and I’m suddenly terrified by this Man.

His fingers leave my mouth and before a sense of emptiness can set in, it’s replaced by the scorching heat of his lips as he kisses me fiercely, his hand clenching in my hair and pulling me up on my knees. I’m whimpering from all the sensations but in this moment I know. I know that this man, Severus Snape, owns me. Hermione Granger, best friend of the Boy Who Lived, brightest witch of her age. Hermione Granger is owned, utterly, completely, by Severus Snape.

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He’s watching me. I can feel it. We’re in the Room of Requirement, his house tie around my head, blocking my eyesight, and I can feel the tension. I can feel every move he makes as he circles me, looking for imperfections in my position. A slouch. A twitch. Anything.

“You, my dear…” I nearly shudder, afraid that he might punish me. He starts again.

“You, are something special.”

He’s in front of me. Close. His fingers are on my chin, lifting my face further so he can kiss me with those lips of his. He gets close. Real close. He’s almost kissing me… but he stops. I cry out, and, unable to control myself, lean forward to take the kiss I so badly want. He jerks away and chuckles darkly.

“Ah, there it is. I knew you would crack. Come here, mia… Crawl to me. Come find your Master so you can receive your punishment.”

I whimper, my head turning as I hear his feet move. A footstep to my right. I start crawling that direction until I hear one behind me. I stop, turn my head, frozen and listening. A rustle to my left. I move, frantic, trying to find my Master. He chuckles. Another direction. A couple more minutes and I’m hysterical, crying and breathing quickly, unable to find him. I freeze as a hand touches my shoulder, and then I collapse to the ground in tears, curling up in a ball.

“Ssssh… There there mia… There there…”

His arms are around me, holding me, protecting me.

“Y-Y-You… I couldn’t… and i… and you said… p-punishment… a-a-and…!”

“You’re such a good girl for your Master, mia… Such a good girl…” He kisses my forehead and unties the makeshift blindfold. My teary green eyes blink up at him as he rocks me back and forth.

“That was your punishment, mia piccolo fiamma… It’s over now, darling… No more tears… No more… It’s not so bad… It’s not so bad…” He’s cooing to me, almost like one would a small child. I relax in his arms.

Soon, I’m nearly asleep, naked, in the arms of Blaise Zabini, fanatical pure blood… and my Master.

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I’m stewing. Malfoy’s don’t stew. But that’s exactly what I’m doing. Sitting in front of the fire with a glass of firewhiskey, I’m stewing.

She’s been gone all day. She was here for a little over an hour after breakfast and since then, she’s been gone. It’s nearly nine at night. It’s making me antsy, not seeing her. But why? She’s just a little mudblood. She’s beneath me. Of no consequence. Why am I stewing?

Fuck. I’m bloody drunk…

And she would choose that moment to walk through the door.

“Where the fuck were you, Granger?”

My voice sounds cold, even to me, but I don’t show how startled I am. She’s trembling. Or is that me that’s shaking?

“I-I was with M-Master, Sir…”

I stumbled up to her, grabbing her hair and yanking her head to the side, staring at the hickey on her neck. I saw red.

“You have a hickey.” My voice was deadly.

“M-Master gave it to me…”

“I gave you nothing.”

“M-Master Draco… I didn’t mean…”

“Shut up. Shut. Up.”

My hand leaves her hair and I smack her across the face. The girl runs upstairs crying and I collapse into a chair. What have I done?..

AN: So there it is, folks!

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