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The Speed of Thought	By : yeiko87 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 52535 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Hermione Granger had stormed back to her room after leaving the potions classroom, passing through the portrait entrance and stalking past a startled Draco Malfoy, who was lounging on the sofa reading in their shared common room. He was wearing a pair of deep green silk pajama pants, and nothing else. He’d apparently just showered - his hair was wet, and she could smell his spiced soap and the shampoo he’d used. The Head Boy looked at her with disdainfully raised platinum brows.

He was, of course, a picture of what could be called Arian male perfection. He had an angelic look to him --- the platinum blonde hair, light blue eyes, pale skin; an outward appearance that, on any other person, could perhaps imply purity and innocence…Draco Malfoy took the look and warped it…It became something dark and seductive…His look was that of a corrupted Seraph..

His skin was smooth and muscles formed as though sculpted from marble, and he was nearly as pale. His hair was never out of place, and he did absolutely nothing to achieve these results…The Bastard…Had his blue eyes shone less cold detachment, he could have achieved the angelic appeal…however, as it was…

Looking away from his bared chest, Hermione shot him a look that just dared him to make any sarcastic comments, and continued to hurry past him towards her bedchambers. Predictably, he furrowed his brows and quipped, “Geeze, what’s got your knickers in a knot, Granger?”

She blushed, mentally reflecting upon the actual predicament she was in involving her knickers. Draco noticed this and raised a brow, smirking. He opened his mouth to make another snide comment just as she opened the door to her bedchambers. Before she closed the door behind her, however, she flicked a hand back haphazardly, and Draco’s book went flying up into the air. It flipped a few times before landing, open, on the young man’s head. He blinked at the now closed door.

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Hermione leaned against her bedroom door for a beat, then spun away and locked it with a wave of her wand. Rushing over to the bathroom, she closed the bathroom door behind her as well, locking it with a wave of her other hand as she placed her wand down on the sink countertop.

She stepped into the glass-walled shower stall and turned the ‘Cold’ faucet all of the way on. Back in the common room, Draco heard the slam of each door, the faintest sound of the water gushing out, and finally, shortly following the water, a tiny yelp of surprise. He paused for a moment, and then broke out in uncomfortable laughter.

Granger?!...is taking–snort–a cold shower??! “Merlin’s Beard!” he choked. He shook his head, slightly amused but disturbed, and forced himself back to his book. He was determined to pretend he had never discovered that Granger had a sex drive whatsoever. This seemed the best plan of action, since her being a muggleborn precluded her having any kind of sexual appeal in his eyes, of course. Back to the book.

About 5 minutes later, Hermione had found the cold shower to be more shocking than helpful; the cold had done little else but shock her into alertness. Well, at least it broke the train of thought..She begrudgingly gave up the tactic and turned on the hot water.

Hermione sighed at the lovely change of temperature, and began to scrub herself clean.

It was then that she began to think clearly, for the first time since it had happened, about what truly had just transpired between her and her potions professor. Her face flushed bright red as she washed, with a small smile on her face, going back over the little scenes they’d exchanged thus far. Her pulse was racing, body heating up without needing any help from the hot water. She began to slow her washing, taking time to enjoy it…

She was thoroughly enjoying her shower, right up until she thought about how their interaction had ended…How she’d left the room…more specifically, what she had done before leaving the room.

She froze, shampoo suds dripping down her face and into her eyes. Oh god…OHHH GOD!! WHAT IN THE NAME OF MERLIN’S SAGGY BALLS HAVE I DONE?!? Panicked, she quickly rinsed the shampoo out of her eyes, and scrambled to try to rinse all of the shampoo out of her hair as quickly as possible. However, given that she had several animals-worth of hair on top of her head, this was no easy task. The thickness of her hair gave her just enough of a pause to allow her to think through the possible actions she could take now to attempt to remedy the situation….

In all actuality, it would be MUCH worse to get caught at the scene of the crime IMMEDIATELY following said crime, than it would be to get caught up to 2 hours following said crime…at least when it came to Severus Snape...If she at least waited until dinnertime, perhaps he would have had enough time to calm down a little bit…But what if he waited until dinner to leave his personal chambers?? Her shoulders slumped. She was doomed, no matter what she did --- whether or not she got the tomato out of his classroom before he was hit with it.

If she took it, he’d know…If she didn’t take it, he’d know…She practically collapsed against the wall of the shower stall in despair.

He’s going to kill me…

She began running through the various methods by which he might choose to punish her…

At this point, while originally negative, her train of thought eventually began to turn in a decidedly more pleasant direction…

Her mind flashed to a scene of her Potions Master expressing his..displeasure..She imagined him catching her off-guard in one of the corridors on their way to the Great Hall for dinner. In her mind, he pulled her into an outcropping in the wall, cloaking the two of them in shadows. He pinned her in place, facing the wall, with his whole body against her back. He covered her mouth with one hand as he quickly sent up a muffliato charm over the alcove with the other…

In the shower, Hermione imagined the feel of his hard body pressed flush up against her own. With her eyes closed, she approached the wall of her shower and pressed the front of her body against it, imagining he was holding her there, and that the cool tiles of her shower were actually the cool stones of the walls along the corridors.

Immediately after the silencing charm was set on the area, she pictured Snape setting a Langlok curse on her, gluing her tongue to the roof of her mouth, before he grabbed her wrists, pulling them together tightly behind her back. Gripping both wrists in one hand, he pointed his wand and whispered, ‘incarcerous.’ Ropes twined their way around Hermione’s body, binding her tightly where she stood. Snape directed the movement of the ropes, aside from the general wrapping, and made them hold her arms in the position that his hands been holding them in. He flicked his wand about at level with her breasts, and the ropes separated there, re-gathering above and below the orbs. They formed a frame around them, and pushed them outward.

The ropes finished binding her, and in her mind’s eye she saw him pull her back from the wall. Her legs were bound tightly together, and her arms were bound behind her back, so the pull forced her to stumble against him. He wrapped his wand arm around her, digging the tip of the stick into her neck, while holding her neck and chin above the wand tip with his other hand. He leaned his head down until his mouth was about level with one of her ears.

Back in the shower, Hermione was imitating all of the movements his hands were making in her mind.

“You wanted to talk about this so badly, Miss Granger,” he said, taking the tip of his wand down and dragging it across each of her breasts. As the wand tip glided across the fabric of her blouse, the material split. He took the tip back across the newly-exposed material of her bra, and split the fabric there as well, revealing her nipples. “Well then, let’s talk.”

She imagined the feel of his lips and warm breath against her ear as he spoke, and she shuddered. She pictured him sticking the tip of his wand back up into her neck, and moving the over hand down over her collar bone, slowly, just touching with the pads of his fingers. As his fingers descended, they turned to the side to just barely glance around her nipple..

“Miss Granger,” she imagined him whispering coldly against her ear as he gently played with her nipples, making them grow firm and then rolling and twisting them about lightly between his fingertips. “What exactly was it that you had hoped to accomplish here----more specifically, what precisely had you hoped to accomplish with your little stunt with the fruit in my classroom?”

Her nipples were very sensitive. Her knees buckled slightly and she whimpered and mewled softly as she played with them in-time with the movements of her professor’s hand in her mind.

She pictured him pointing his wand to each of her nipples then, and practically purring, “duro.” The little buds puckered even further, but rather than continuing his pleasurable toying with them—which would doubtless be 3 times more enjoyable now---he pocketed his wand and switched to simply trailing his fingertips around them, avoiding direct contact. He continued to talk against her ear.

An ache in her nipples started to slowly build as he teased (and as she imitated the movements in her shower stall).

“Were you hoping, perhaps, that I would find it..amusing?” he mused aloud, avoiding brief contact with one hard tip as she arched her back in an attempt to force her nipples into his hands. “Hm, no,” he continued, in faux contemplation, “I find that quite unlikely; I would like to believe that you are at least more intelligent than that.”

He stepped back away from her and took his wand back out “Well then, the only conclusions left over are that you either wanted to be punished, or…that you weren’t thinking at all..." He waved his wand about her backside, and the ropes parted, regathering above and below her cheeks. He ran a hand over her cheeks briefly and she shivered.

"Descendo.” Hermione felt herself bend at the waist, her arms parting and moving out to brace herself against the wall. She felt the restriction of the magic as it held her in place in the position. A wand tapped at her thighs, and the ropes unwound about her legs in an instant. As soon as her legs were free, they were bound again by two separate cords, both connected to little bolts her professor had conjured in the floor. As the ropes tightened around her legs, they pulled each leg out towards its corresponding bolt.

The end result left her legs spread a little less than 2 feet apart at the knees. In her mind, Snape removed his outermost robes, setting them up on a hook he conjured onto the wall.

“For either situation, however, the correct response would be to punish you. Thoroughly..” He tugged back his long black sleeves from his wrists, conjured a small wooden paddle into his hand, and stepped behind her….

What started out as pain, turned into pleasure as the skin warmed up. Her cries of pain morphed into stifled agonized little sobs of needing. He discarded the paddle and continued, using just his hands. This went on for an indeterminate amount of time, before he stepped back once more, now breathing a bit hard and glowing with a sheen of sweat. He ground out “statuocorpus,” and Hermione felt all of the muscles in her body lock into place.

Snape removed the ropes, and directed his wand about her person once more. Her muscles moved of their own accord, in response to the movements of his wand. He forced her to stand back up, and shifted her hands to rest on top of her head. He kept her legs spread apart. She knew she was completely soaked at this point, and was humiliated and excited at the same time at the prospect of him feeling or seeing it.

She felt his eyes burning into her back.

“Divesto”

Suddenly she was entirely naked, held in place solely by his enchantment. The cool chill of the cooridors bit into her skin---especially the wet skin below her waist---and she shivered. He walked up behind her slowly, bent his head down next to her ear again, and traced one hand down from her neck to her collarbone again…but this time his hand kept moving downward. It brushed over one of the hard nubs of her nipples and Hermione let out a little whimpering gasp of surprise.

“Oh,” he tutted mockingly. “Miss Granger…it seems that you did not understand the purpose of this exercise.” He stowed his wand once more and brought the hand to join his other on Hermione’s ribcage. He traced the very tips of his fingers up and down her ribcage a few times, before bringing them back up to very delicately toy with her very hard nipples. She was seriously losing control, and the little mewling whimpers came out more clearly this time. Without any direction from her conscious mind, her muscles twitched as her body tried very hard to grind her butt back against his crotch. The spell held her in place, but Snape noticed the twitching and laughed softly in her ear.

“Ah, well, I suppose I can work with this, too.” He told her, in mock contemplation, as he continued to toy with her nipples. His voice was far too satisfied for his words to truly be genuine. His lips brushing against her ear, hot breath moving past it giving her goosebumps, and his masterful work of the more delicate side of nipple play all had her growing evermore desperate to have him place those fingers between her legs…or, she thought, those lips. The thought sent another aching pulse down to her clit, and she struggled to keep in line with the fantasy in her shower stall. She began to whimper words of mercy to her professor, but the Langlok curse kept her tongue immobile, and thus rent her words incoherent.

“Hm? Sorry, did you say something, Miss Granger?” he teased, continuing his ministrations. He took the shell of her ear into his mouth, and she let out an groan. “Did you want me to go lower?” he mocked, slowly dipping one of his hands down to skirt his fingers over her mons. She gave an enthusiastic reply of “mhmmm! Yesh! Puhrleashe! Puhrleashe!”

He gave a shaky laugh, still derisive, but she heard his breathing growing faster and more shallow as he lowered the hand further, and dipped a finger into the wetness that had built up there. He froze and stifled a groan, whispering to her in a more gravelly voice, “Miss Granger, you are positively sopping wet.” She whimpered quite clearly, pleading, not wanting him to stop touching her, but he stayed frozen for another moment.

He directed her body to the ground to kneel, the rest of her body not shifting out of its position, and knelt down directly behind her. He pulled her body back to lean against his chest, and wrapped his arms around her form again. He held her neck tightly with his left hand, while the right descended to the apex of her thighs. His breathing slightly shaky, he parted her slick folds, and slipped one of his long, slender fingers inside of her, slowly.

They both paused again, Hermione moaning sharply at the very welcome intrusion while he let out a shuddering groan against her neck. He began pumping the finger in and out of her, curling up against her G-spot as he moved. She could feel his excitement – his hard length pressing against her naked back through his trousers. He began to move the finger faster, breathing hard against her neck as he fucked her with his hand.

In the shower, Hermione was crying out in earnest, performing the actions of Snape’s hands from her mind. As she got close to her climax, she began begging aloud, pleading. In her mind, Snape had suddenly released her from the Langlok curse with his left hand, and then returned it to its position on her neck.

“Please, Professor, please…don’t stop!” she pleaded, and added another finger to the first to fuck herself harder with her hand. She pictured him doing the same to her, responding to her pleas with a deep growling groan and grinding his hips against her ass.

“Keep your hands where they are!” he growled roughly as he released her from the statuocorpus spell. She cried out and began rolling her hips in time with his hand and his own hips. In mere moments, she felt the climax tugging on her, about to pull her off the edge and into waves of ecstasy.

Then, suddenly, he stopped---right before she could hit that edge---and whispered “statuocorpus.”

He knelt behind her, one hand still over her mouth, the other just sitting over her pussy, cupping it. He watched, and then listened with eyes closed as she tried to struggle, whimpering and crying out, trying to reach down and finger herself to bring herself over the edge, desperate for release. His breathing was hard and shallow in her ear, rasping, as he held himself in place until she finished struggling….

In the shower, Hermione kept going, separating her actions from the ones in her fantasy. She came hard, eyes rolling back into her head as a deep groan spilled from her lips. “Ohhhhhhhgod ohgod ohgod Ssssseverusss Uhnnnn!”

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Unfortunately for Hermione, the walls of her bedchamber and bathroom were thinner than she had thought. Though it was definitely muffled, Draco had heard her, from start to finish…and she had finished quite enthusiastically

He’d frozen in his reading when it started, lowering the book slowly with a disbelieving smirk on his face, eyebrows raised, as he heard the beginnings of her pleasuring herself. But by the end of her ‘moment,’ the book was on his lap, held open in a vice-grip by the boy’s pale hands, and his mouth had gone a bit dry. He couldn’t determine what the name was that she cried out at the end, but he had dabbled enough in S&M to recognize the smacks and sounds of pleas when he heard them, and that was enough to set his mind in motion. He started himself, closed the book, and walked over to his own bedchambers to take care of a very urgent and unsettling matter in his pants..via an arctic blast from his wand.

He made a serious mental note to get a message to Granger about warding her bedchambers and bathroom for noise.
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