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Hermione Granger's Final Year	By : CharlotteStrong Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 5501 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Forbidden Ingredients

By the time Hermione made it back to her dormitory, the other Gryffindor’s were already in bed, and she didn’t mention what had gone on to Ginny or Luna at breakfast the next morning. But what had gone on? What had she roped herself into? The more she thought about it, the stranger it seemed. But the more she thought about it, the more she struggled to shift the image of Professor McGonagall’s pulsating member from her head! McGonagall, of all teachers! No, she’d decided, she couldn’t possibly tell them what she was letting herself into. It was too… private, even for them.

But the events of the previous night were soon shaken from her mind as she was enveloped by the familiar school routine. First she had Herbology, and then Arithmancy. And after dinner she had Charms. Finally, she had Potions. Snape sneered at the class as they entered, before announcing that they would start the term with a wit-sharpening potion.
“Have you ever brewed one?” Ginny whispered to her as Snape instructed them to prepare their ingredients.
“No, but I’ve read about them. I don’t think they’re too difficult.”
Snape stalked the class as they brewed, eyeing with the deepest scrutiny the exactness of ingredients they’d measured. They were nearing the end of the lesson when there was a loud hiss from the table next to them. Hermione, who had already finished and packed her things away, saw that the Ravenclaw had managed to melt a hole in his cauldron, and a thick, green liquid was slowly oozing out.
“Stupid boy!” Snape scowled, dragging the Ravenclaw out from harm’s way. “Who’s going to clean it up, I wonder?” he looked around, and Hermione knew with foreboding misfortune that his eyes were going to land on her. “Miss Granger, since you failed to inform Livingston about necessity for clam pearls, I think it’s only fair that you stay behind and clean this mess up.”
“But Professor, it wasn’t-”
“I don’t have time to argue. Class dismissed,” he snapped.
Ginny made to help her, but Snape waved her away.
“I’ll meet you upstairs,” Hermione said quickly as she bent down to mop up the spilled potion.
“Well, well, well,” Snape snarled, once everyone else had left. “It seems care and experience don’t quite go hand in hand, after all.”
Hermione didn’t reply, but waved her wand.
“Reparo!” she said, and the melted cauldron was restored. “May I go now?”
“Not so fast, I have something else I need you to do for me.”
“Something else?” she shifted uncomfortably.
“Indeed. You may not know, but Madame Pomphrey relies on my expertise to concoct the few remedies she cannot procure herself. And unfortunately, I am short on one ingredient.”
“What ingredient?”
“The milk or serum from a woman’s breast.”
“Professor, I hope you’re not insinuating…”
“Under normal circumstances, it is forbidden to ask such ingredients from pupils. But you’re not a normal circumstance, are you?”
“But, but surely you can source it from elsewhere.”
“Hogwarts is remote enough that, in actual fact, I can’t. Now, whenever you’re ready, you can remove your robes and we can begin.”
“But… but I’m not even producing…”
“A simple spell can change all that. Now,” he eyed her hungrily. “I’ve waited a long time for this. Kindly remove your shirt.”
“I… I can’t possibly…”
“The faculty have agreed to fight for your position here on the understanding our efforts will be subsidised. Consider this one of the ways of which you may subsidise me.”
“What are the other ways?”
Snape’s lips curled into an even tighter smile. “Oh, I don’t think you really want to know the answer to that question. Now, I will not ask you again. Bare me your breasts.”
Hermione considered hard. She thought about the night prior, and her encounter with Professor McGonagall. Was this really what her year had come to? She considered again. All Snape was asking for was her milk. It could have been a lot, lot worse.
Seeing Snape’s smile tighten even wider, she removed her robe, then her shirt, and finally her bra, letting her breasts hang down over her chest.
“There. Happy now?”
Snape waved his wand and summoned an apparatus from his desk. A thin tube connected a cup and collection vial. Hermione didn’t need to ask what it was for.
“Put this on,” Snape said.
She didn’t bother to turn her back. If this was her year, then she may as well get used to parading naked in front of the teachers. No sooner had she positioned the cup around her nipple, Snape waved his wand again. She gasped as an unseen force sucked her nipple into the cup.
“Ouch! That was hard!”
“Now, now, Granger. You don’t milk a cow by tickling its udders. Are you ready for another pump?”
Rolling her eyes, she nodded, and then gritted her teeth as her teat was tugged forward. Snape twisted his wand, and again, and Hermione realised as his wand twisted, so did her nipple. She let out a groan that wasn’t altogether painful, and Snape sneered.
“This is a punishment, Granger. You’re not here to enjoy yourself.”
“Just get it over with!” she gasped between pumps, and betrayed herself by letting out a moan that only the most naive of pupils would attribute to discomfort.
White droplets were beginning rolling from her nipples into the tube, nipples which were becoming more and more enflamed with every pump. Harder the air pulled her teats, and longer were the streams she surrendered. The vial began to fill as a Hermione relinquished a stream of liquid with every twist of Snape’s wand.
“Perhaps I’ve underestimated your output, Granger. McGonagall didn’t tell me you were smuggling jugs as large as those.”
Hermione caressed her fastened breast with both hands, as if she could somehow squeeze out the milk. Her nipple was growing puffy as it was sucked deeper and deeper into the cup, and soon it almost filled the transparent capsule as milk continued to stream into the collection unit. And now the liquid streamed intermittently down the tube, she saw it near the limit. And what then? Would he bring out another empty flask? Would he hook her other breast up and continue pumping her like a farm animal? But thankfully, as the vial filled to the brim, Snape lowered his wand.
“That will do,” he said.
The cup fell away, leaving her nipple large and swollen. She gently massaged herself, but the pink skin was raw and tender.
“The swelling should go down in a day or two,” he said. “You should be fine by your next lesson.”
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