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The Quickening	By : Desert_Sea Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 32428 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 5
Breathing heavily, he cast a quick scourgify spell over the spattered shelves, removing all evidence of what she had done to him. His hands were shaking. Realising that he was in no state to return to the classroom, he made the hasty decision to dismiss the students mid-lesson. Opening the storeroom door only wide enough for his voice to carry, he ordered them all to pack up and leave. The students exchanged bewildered glances. This was bizarre even for Professor Snape. Gradually, they cleaned up their cauldrons, packed their bags and exited. He didn’t dare emerge until the last one was gone, then quickly locked and warded the classroom door and strode into his chambers. Throwing a handful of floo powder into the fire, he informed Headmistress McGonagall that he was cancelling the rest of the day’s lessons due to ill health. Then, lowering himself into one of the armchairs in his living area, he opened Hermione’s journal.
Page after page was covered in her neat flowing script. There was research data, graphs from various experiments, and pages of ingredients and recipes.
But it was only when he flipped through to the final page that everything fell into place.
‘Extracorporeal Projection’. He traced a finger across the letters, frowning deeply. She had somehow managed to create a potion that allowed the imbiber to project themselves outside of their body. Not only that, the projection was robust enough to interact with a target. Scanning down the ingredients and instructions, he was struck by the complexity of the potion and the thought processes that must have led her to realise its potential. He pored over the words and her conclusions. He was still furious but the emotion was hedged with a feeling that was almost entirely unfamiliar to him, admiration. Severus Snape had created only two novel potions in his entire life and neither came close to the powerful potential of this one. He was witnessing the inner workings of a mind that was at least on par with his own. It was not something he was used to experiencing and it was uncomfortable to say the least. Closing his eyes, he rubbed his temples, trying to alleviate the pounding headache that had arrived with the quickening and not abated, even with his violent release.
He was at the mercy of this girl in too many ways. She had his measure and she was fully aware of it. She had made enough potion to fill multiple vials and who knew when she might choose to inflict it upon him again. There was only one course of action. It would require some adaptation of the current recipe to increase its potency by two or maybe three-fold but he was confident it should work. Snapping the journal shut, he clenched the muscles in his jaw. When he’d finished with her, she would sorely regret her foolishness in taunting the most poisonous of snakes.
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Hermione had spent the rest of the day trying to suppress the smug smile that threatened to reveal itself every time she thought about her potions lesson. The entire thing had unfolded better than she could have hoped for and the fact that Snape had cancelled all of his remaining lessons told her that she had dealt him a severe blow in more ways than one. She was not normally a vengeful person but Snape’s unparalleled arrogance made his undoing today oh so sweet. She practically floated into her bedroom, changing into a thin satin camisole before flopping onto her bed.
She couldn’t deny it, it had also made her feel extremely horny and she’d been looking forward to pleasuring herself whilst replaying the entire scenario in minute detail. Watching Snape convulsing under her ministrations had felt incredibly powerful and she could only imagine what had happened when he escaped into the store room. She had felt it in her hands, his cock spasming over and over again and knew that she had kept sucking the head beyond the point of comfort. She needed to make him aware of what it felt like to have his body betray him. He had done it enough times to her.
As she smiled into the darkness, remembering his face, mouth agape with shock and lust, his knuckles white with the strain of clutching the desk, she felt one nipple tingle and tighten. This was going to be good, her body was responding even before she had started touching it. She sighed with pleasure as she felt the other nipple do the same. The soft fabric of the camisole must be rubbing against them. She knew it had been a good purchase. Suddenly the tickle on her first nipple was replaced by a sharp pressure as if it had been gently pinched. Eyes flying open, her abdomen clenched as a thought struck her. He had her journal. She thought he had confiscated it so that she couldn’t make the potion again. She never thought he would . . .
Oh Gods!
That same warm wet mouth that had sucked her finger the previous evening closed over her nipple. Throwing her head back into her pillow, she groaned into the darkness. She could feel his soft tongue swirling around the hardened bud, followed by the distinct sensation of his teeth gently grazing the delicate flesh. When she thought of his crooked yellow teeth, she was filled with revulsion but it somehow added to the impact, as a warm wet gush leaked from between her legs. He was nibbling on her other nipple while plucking and rolling the first. To have so much sensation delivered without anyone physically present was overwhelming in the extreme and not knowing what he was going to do next left her panting with both fear and anticipation.
He was enjoying himself immensely. It hadn’t taken him long to work out how to control the projection once he’d imbibed the potion. It was as if he was floating along the Hogwarts corridors. His projected vision was slightly distorted and had a milky, translucent quality but he could easily distinguish everything that was before him. He discovered that he could change his focus to pass through solid objects and then reinstate a physicality to the projection to, for example, turn a door handle. Laying on his own bed, he now used the projection to slowly trail his tongue down Hermione’s smooth flat stomach. It felt like there was a very fine film between himself and her skin but the sensation wasn’t at all unpleasant. There was no sound, smell or taste, just vision and touch, but it was enough. He had a raging erection and stroked it gently as he continued down, plunging his tongue into her navel.
Hermione writhed on her bed, clutching fistfuls of her sheets, as she gasped with the shock of each new sensation. She felt his lips reach the fringe of her pubic hair and, seemingly unimpeded by the cotton of her knickers, continue their downward progression. Something smooth and rounded, it could only be his nose, was suddenly buried between her folds. The thought of that enormous proboscis being used to pleasure her gave her another jolt of erotic revulsion and her core started to ache. But it was when she felt him suck the flesh of one entire labia into his mouth that she knew she was in trouble. The boldness of the move told her that he wasn’t some inexperienced novice. This man clearly had experience way beyond her own. She only just had time to feel around for her wand and cast a hasty silencing spell before he took it to a whole new level.
She felt his tongue glide between her swollen lips, as one long, elegant digit slithered up inside her. His tongue laved at her folds, working its way forward, as a second and then third digit joined the first and started slowly plunging in and out of her. She keened into the empty room, her eyelids fluttering as her eyes rolled back. He had reached her clitoris and was swirling his tongue around it sensuously. Sucking the hyper-sensitive nub into his mouth, he flicked the exposed tip rhythmically with his tongue. He sped up the movement of his pistoning fingers, curling them around to rub at the secret spot on her inner wall. How the hell was he so well versed in female anatomy? The thought struck her only fleetingly as her mind turned to mush.
He continued to rub, plunge and suck until he felt the tension building around his fingers. She was close. He increased the frenzied pace even further and her entire body started trembling, subtly at first and then building into uncontrolled, jerky convulsions. Her walls clenched and shuddered around him and he had primed his own cock to such an extent that the sensation of her coming was sufficient for his balls to clench in unison, ejecting squirt after squirt of warm seed over his bare chest and stomach.
Hermione screamed as she came. It was the most intense orgasm she had ever had. Even when it had finished, she felt the aftershocks spasming through her body for minutes afterward. As she slowly regained control of her breath, she realised that her entire body was damp with sweat and juices. She pulled the camisole over her head and threw it onto the floor, followed closely by her saturated knickers.
Collapsing back onto the bed, she sighed. “What the fuck . . .”
But she couldn’t finish. A warm, wet tongue had slithered into her ear, sending every nerve on edge, while both nipples were being rolled like marbles between his agile fingers.
“Oh Gods . . .”
He hadn’t finished with her.
As a Death Eater, Severus Snape had been well known as the one that female victims were given to before their fate was sealed. It amused Voldemort that he was capable of making their terrified bodies betray them, ripping orgasmic screams from their throats, even when they knew they were about to die. For Snape, who would often vomit after these episodes, the opportunity to give them one last pleasure before the inevitable pain, was some very small consolation for his role in the horror of the raids. He didn’t care to reflect upon this part of his life but it had left him with mastery in the art of sex that almost rivalled his skills as a potions master.
He continued rolling and squeezing her nipples as he slid down to her newly exposed honey pot. He desperately wished that he could taste her juices but would need to be satisfied with simply watching and feeling. Plunging his tongue deep into her vagina, he saw her lower body rise up off the bed as her legs stiffened uncontrollably. Even though he couldn’t hear her, the anguished contortion of her mouth told him that she was screaming the place down. He wondered if she had cast a silencing spell. It didn’t matter if she hadn’t. He would be pleased for her to have to face the embarrassing questions.
Sliding his hands down from her breasts, he placed one practised thumb on her clitoris and rubbed it as his tongue slid in and out. He then slid a finger in next to his tongue, plunging it inside a few times so that it was slick with a mixture of saliva and arousal before trailing it over her perineum to the tight ring of muscle between her cheeks. He felt her clench reflexively, perhaps trying to prevent his entry. But he fattened and curled his tongue, fucking her with it so completely that she eventually relaxed and he was able to push his finger, bit by bit, into her rectum. He slowly plunged it in and out, continuing to tongue-fuck her and thrum away on her clitoris.
Hermione thought she might actually die. The sensations were not like anything she had ever experienced. She had had her fair share of sexual encounters but this was almost transcendental in its intensity. She had lost all control of her bodily functions, her screams were hoarse and, as she felt the orgasm building inside her, she almost expected to explode. He relentlessly plundered every part of her most physically and emotionally sensitive regions until her whole body came apart in waves of convulsions. She experienced her first ejaculation as warm sticky fluid gushed all over the sheets beneath her and an unearthly wail tore from her throat.
Her mind was threatening to shut down. She dozed in and out of consciousness and wasn’t sure how long she had laid there before a, now familiar, tickle began. He was back.
Professor Snape was determined that she should be left in no doubt as to what would happen if she threatened him again and, with the stamina of ten ordinary men, he plundered her relentlessly throughout the night.
Hermione lost count of the number of orgasms that ripped through her body, long before she was finally allowed to fall into a sleep of utter exhaustion.
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