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Snape's Apprentices	By : Lalani Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 26336 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter Five
HPOV
Hermione was so turned on, she could barely stand straight. When he had told her to take off her shirt, so he could use the solution on her, she had had an internal battle. On the one hand, it was intensely embarrassing and uncomfortable to undress in front of your crush who just happened to be your teacher. On the other hand, well, she was hot. And he was hot. And her shirt had, after mustering up all of her considerable Gryffindor courage, come off quite easily. She knew that although this situation was an absolute disaster, it was still a heaven sent, because without this, this chance would have never presented itself.
Now he was kneeling in front of her and it was still incredibly nerve wrecking. When she felt the cloth come into contact with the skin on her belly, she gasped, breaking her musings. Her Professor kept his head bent, although he must have heard her gasp. He was staring intently at the skin of her belly, his breath cooling the liquid on it, making her shiver slightly. Looking down at his head, she noticed how tall he truly must be. Even kneeling down, his head reached up to her breasts. If he were to look straight ahead, he would be on level with her nipples.
For the first time in seven years she was close enough to really look at her Professor. She examined his broad back, before he eyes were drawn to his bent head.
It´s not completely greasy, she thought surprised, it´s just really fine hair. It probably looks so bad because he is brewing all day long.
Even if it had been truly greasy, she wouldn't have minded. Hair could be washed, after all.
Slowly, as if in a trance, she lifted her right hand and touched the top of his head, running her hand slightly over his hair.
He froze at her touch but kept his head bent. Emboldened like that, she started scraping her fingernails gently over his scalp. From the contact and his hands on her belly, she felt a slight tremor go through his body and he angled his head, like a cat, so she would continue.
Professor Snape suddenly lifted his left hand and dropped the wash cloth into the bowl, still with his head bent. She heard a murmur and the bowl vanished, before he gently took off his gloves and dropped them on the vanity.
He finally lifted his head and looked at her, a slight snarl on his lips.
“What do you think you are doing, Miss Granger?” he asked in a quiet, hoarse voice that belied the snarl on his lips.
Her mind went blank, clogged with arousal and fantasies about his body. When he seemed to wait patiently and didn't hex her to hell and back, she felt slightly emboldened.
Trying to put her desires into words, she said the first thing that came into her mind.
SPOV
“I am trying to seduce you, Sir.” she answered him, her voice shaky and low from desire.
At this admission, his cock started leaking in his pants. He had gone from hard to granite while applying the solution.
He thought about trying to figure out why this girl, barely a woman, aroused him so, but then just took it as it was. He wanted her, she wanted him. Easy as that. His conscience had, blessedly, shut up about her age and her being a student, and was just rolling around in her heavy scent.
She is dripping with moisture, he thought, remembering when he had taken a sniff with his big, crooked nose. He had been smelling it since the lab, but kneeling in front of her, it had made his mouth water.
Looking up at her again, seeing her get insecure, he decided to just go with it. He lifted his hands and gently put them on her hips, watching her reaction. Her face flushed even more, her breathing got ragged and her eyelids fluttered shut.
Dragging his hands down to the hem of her skirt, he put his face closer, trying to get more of her scent in.
When he had reached her thighs, putting his warm hands on her flesh, she started squirming. As her eyes popped open and her expression changed from pleasure to discomfort, he knew the bloody potion had started reacting to the heavy concentration of Raspberry leaves in her body.
Fuck, he thought viciously, there goes the night I had been planning!
He grew more annoyed when she started struggling, trying to scratch her belly. He quickly grabbed her wrists and held them in a grip, before she touched herself and spread that bloody solution all over her body.
“It's itching, Professor! Oh my god, it's getting worse!” she screeched, nearly damaging his eardrums. “You could have told me it was going to be this bad!”
“Calm down, Miss Granger!” he snarled at her, his arousal vanishing completely. At his commanding tone, she started calming down, looking at him with huge, wet eyes. He could easily imagine her looking at him with those eyes after an intense session of spanking.
And here I go again, he thought, feeling his hardness return. He was going to have a serious case of blue balls by morning, he just knew it.
Staring at her eyes, he noticed, for the first time really, how beautiful they were. They were big, amber coloured, with tiny black and gold flecks, making them look like sparkling gems.
What the hell, Severus! He thought, shocked at himself, Waxing poetry about a woman??
He hastily stood up, still holding on to her wrists. He forcibly turned her around, towards the shower.
“You will take a shower, Miss Granger, and use the soap in the green bottle. Then this will stop immediately, do not worry.” he told her. He opened the shower stall, shoved her in and closed it again.
Pulling out his wand, he divestoed her clothing, smirking at her shriek.
“By the way, Miss Granger. The shower needs to be a cold one!” he said loudly, chuckling evilly to himself.
He quickly turned on the shower with magic and at her loud screams, left the bathroom with a booming laugh.
HPOV
She was livid, just livid. Dripping wet, for all of the wrong reasons, she stood in his bathroom, wrapped in the huge white towel he had left for her on the seat of the toilet. She shivered slightly, not knowing if she could take another, hotter shower, but not wanting to risk it. The itching had been so bad, she never wanted to go through that again.
She moved towards the door, eager to give her Professor a piece of her mind. She stepped into the bedroom and looked around for him. Instead, she found it empty.
Walking by the bed, one hand grabbing her towel, she noticed clothes strewn on it. She took a closer look and found them to be hers. He had somehow gotten a hold of a pair of jeans and a woolly, warm sweater and a pair of socks. No underwear, though. She blushed at the thought and then felt silly for it. She had been more than ready to step out in nothing but a towel just a moment before.
She hastily pulled on her clothes and wrapped her hair in the towel.
In the sitting room, she found a roaring fire heating up the room. Her shivering finally stopped. Professor Snape was sitting in one of the armchairs, with a cup of hot tea in his hands. Looking at the second armchair, there was a folded blanket on it, one of those soft, fluffy ones. It was cream-coloured, with purple blobs on it. She quickly went towards the chair, picked up the blanket and covered herself with it, while sitting down.
“Make yourself at home, Miss Granger, I do not mind.” he drawled sarcastically, eyeing her with mock distaste.
She scoffed lightly at that, before answering with an equally sarcastic air: “Thank you, Professor, I think I will! Especially after that amazing shower, I feel incredibly welcome.”
He snorted slightly at that, before putting down his cup and starting to fill up the second cup she had not noticed. It was a matching set, a light green, with darker green leaves all over. It seemed oddly feminine, but she dared not ask who had bought it for him.
“It was Professor McGonagall, if you really need to know. Milk and sugar, Miss Granger?”
“Yes, please.” She answered, blushing guiltily.
She took the cup from him and took a sip. She was surprised to find it quite good. At seeing her shocked, but content expression, he relaxed back into his own chair, with his cup nearly disappearing into his big hands.
After a while of companionable silence, with both of them sipping their teas and staring into the flames, she finally mustered up her courage.
“So, do you believe me now?” she asked him.
“Believing? No. Knowing you were telling the truth? Yes. I never believe anything I have no facts for, Miss Granger, always remember that.”
“Ooookay.” She answered, unsure of how to proceed.
He looked at her finally, a slight smirk on his lips.
The Ass! He is playing with me! She thought annoyed and pleased at the same time. The fact that he felt he could playfully bait her made an odd warmth spread through her chest.
“Anyway, we know now what kind of Potion you have been slipped. The why or how still eludes us, though. The Potion itself is not illegal per se, but some of the ingredients are highly regulated and only registered Potions Masters have access to them. If it weren’t for the fact that the Malfoys are more than capable of getting around those regulations, I would have said we take it to the Headmaster. You can still, of course, take it there anyway, Miss Granger, but I would rather you didn’t.”
“Do not worry, I do not trust them to not take the easy way out by suspecting Draco. But how are we supposed to find out who did this? And is there a counter potion to this one? I do not want to go through this fake pregnancy!” she said, shivering at the thought of going through birth.
The Potion Master snorted slightly at this.
“Do not worry. There is a very simple solution to your Problem regarding the pregnancy. You just have an abortion.” At her shocked expression, he quickly went on. “Calm down, you will not be taking any of the usual abortion potions. We do not want to tip off the person who did this by having you stay at the infirmary with cramps and severe bleeding. I have developed a variation of that Potion, which makes the process easier. How it works you do not need to know. You will still be in pain for a few hours, though.”
She breathed a sigh of relief. “Do you have it ready?”
“No, Miss Granger, I do not. This version needs to be drunk immediately after it was brewed. It takes about seven hours to brew it. I suggest you do something that gets you a detention tomorrow, so you can take it and sleep off the effects. After that, we will start investigating.”
Hermione nodded her head, thinking it smart to take care of the pregnancy first. She could never concentrate on finding the culprit with that distracting her.
“You can stay here until your shivering has stopped, Miss Granger, then I will have my house-elf take you back to you rooms. I have already contacted Draco that you will be late. How much you are willing to tell him, I will leave up to you.”
With these word, he put down his cup and went over to his shelves, leaving her semi-alone with her thoughts.
GPOV
The room was dark, an abandoned potions classroom, like so many in the castle. The woman stood at a desk, silently cleaning the workplace. She was sure the Potion had been done correctly and soon they would see the fruits of their hard labour. She had taken it herself, going through the pains of having a fake pregnancy and later a fake abortion. She had given her a vial from the same batch.
When she heard a noise behind her, she hastily turned around, calming down when she saw the shimmery body of her accomplice.
“I gave her the Potion yesterday, at full moon, like you said.” she said to him in an excited voice, moving closer to the figure. He was getting better. At first he had been only in her head, now he could take on a corporal appearance, sometimes showing his handsome face and a shock of deep, black hair. Today, he barely had a human shape, looking more like a cylinder of shimmery silver smoke. She wanted him to have a body so badly. She needed him by her side. His obsession with the girl galled her immensely. She would be the only one for him, to serve him.
“But why does it have to be her? Why can´t I do this for you?” she asked him, voicing her thoughts.
The figure moved slightly, when she suddenly felt incredible pain exploding in her head. She didn't need the words to know that he was displeased with her. She doubled over from the pain, finally falling down to the floor and rolling up into a fetal position.
It took her nearly two hours of lying there, going through the pain, before being able to stand up and finish her cleaning. It would not do to leave any evidence behind.
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