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The Bet	By : Madness Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 8458 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Bet
- 2-Dare
- 3-Detention
- 4-Telling off
- 5-The Kiss
- 6-Blackmail
- 7-Shock
- 8-Home
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- 5
- 6
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Chapter five

"Miss Granger, I can't fuck you twice in one day." Snape said softly.

"Why the hell not!?" Hermione snapped.

"What we are doing is alrready strictly forbidden. Let's keep it to once every week." Snape smiled slimily.

"Thats only four times a month!" Hermione exclaimed and folded her arms in a huff.

"Well, I'm sorry Miss Granger, thats the way it's going to be." Snape looked at her inquiringly.

"What?" She asked.

"Aren't you going to leave?" Snape didn't know why he was playing games with her. He could easily just take her in his arms and shag her against the wall.

"Why should I?" Hermione stood up and removed her robes.

Snape groaned inwardly at the sight of her body. He stood, in what he thought was an authorative pose. Then he lost his self control and pushed her against the wall, smothering her mouth with kisses, Hermione gasped and he began tearing at her clothes. He came to her neck and started to kiss it, while pulling up her skirt. Then there was a rap at the door. They stopped abruptly.

"Tidy yourself up." He told Hermione and opened the door. It was Draco Malfoy. He entered the office.

"What do you want Mr Malfoy?" Snape asked impatiently.

"About the points deduct..." He stopped and took in the image of Hermione. Her cheeks were flushed and hair and clothes dishevelled. He frowned and then his face lit up. "It no longer matters."

Malfoy walked out the door leaving a bewildered Snape and Hermione behind him. Snape let the door shut and turned to Hermione.

"Do you think he knows?" Hermione whispered. Snape shook his head.

"I don't know. You didn't do a very good job of tidying yourself up did you?"

"Well, I wasn't exactly given much time." Hermione defended herself. Her arousal was still throbbing and her thighs were slipperly. Snape noticed her breathing was erractic. Did he really have taht much of an effect on her?

"You better get going." Snape said absent mindly.

Hermione sighed.

"Alright. When can I see you next?"

"Next week like we agreed." Snape began shuffling paper on his desk. Hermione got her robes and left in a huff. As she walked up the dungeon corridor to the stairs she collided with Malfoy.

"Didn't disturb anything did I Granger?" Draco smirked.

"What are you talking about Malfoy?"

"I think you know what I'm on about." Draco blocked her path.

"Get out of my way." Hermione tried to get past him, but he stopped her.

"What price are you going to pay for me to keep your sordid little secret?" Malfoy smiled gleefully at the prospect of having Hermione under his control.

"I'm not. He only fucked me once for christsake!" Hermione lost it. Then realised her mistake. Draco looked a little worried that Hermione had actually admitted it. He didn't think it was true. He thought he was winding her up for something she hadn't done.

"Once is not enough eh?" Draco said eyeing her unbuttoned clothes. Hermione blushed.

"Leave it Malfoy." Hermione shoved past him and up the steps to the entrance hall.

"You havent heard the last of this, mudblood!" Draco called to her. Hermione ignored him and marched up the marble staircase to Gryfinndor tower. How dare Malfoy try and black mail her! Snape...how could he only want to shag her once a week!? She'd see about that!

* * *

The next day they didn't have a Potions lesson, so Hermione went in search of Snape, after she'd done her homework that night. He was in the Great hall, conducting a first year Potion group. It was just about finished, because they were packing away. Hermione went up to Snape.

"Professor..." Hermione began. Snape snapped his head in her direction. "I was wondering weather you could help me with a vey frustrating problem?" Hermione smiled at him. Snape knew what she was referring to.

"I thought I said I'd help you next week?" Snape answered nervously. What was she up to?

"Next week isn't early enough. The problem has to be satisfied today." Hermione undid a button on her robes. She was using double meanings now, Snape thought.

"Miss Granger, whatever problem you have with your..." He wanted to say sex drive. "...work, I will make an appointment with you next week. Shall we say next Tuesday at eight?" Snape looked at her inquiringly.

Hermione sighed.

"Alright." She turned on her heel and stalked off. Snape felf pleased with himself. He had the upper hand now. Hermione was fuming. How did he now have the lead in all this? Did he actually think she could wait untill Tuesday?

When Hermione got back to Gryfinndor tower, Dean and Seamus were sitting by the fire, talking in whispers. They looked up and grinned at her.

"How did your "detention" last night go?" Dean asked, putting detention into speech marks with his fingers.

"Ha, Ha." Hermione said scarcastically.

"You've won the bet by the way." Dean said absent-mindly.

"How do you know?" Hermione asked shocked. Her heart pounded and then she blushed at having realised her confession

"I don't know." Dean said quickly. "I just assumed. But now you seem to have confessed.

"I didn't confess." Hermione couldn't find a way out of this.

"You did. You said "How do you know." So obviously..." Dean grinned at Seamus.

"But..." Hermione hesitated.

"By the way...is Snape's desk hard?" Dean asked sniggering.Hermione's mouth dropped open and she blushed.

"You didn't did you?" She asked softly.

"Let's just say it was entertaining." He grinned again at Hermione's angry face.

"That was private!" Hermione stormed off up to her dormitory and flopped down on her bed. How could they? Three people now knew. God knows what Malfoy would spread about her. She'd just have to sit tight and see what happened.

* * *

The next day in Potions, Malfoy and his cronies kept laughing and looking over at Hermione. It was now six days untill she could she Snape. How was she going to cope? Well, she would just have to.

Snape glanced over at her. She turned away, but could feel his penetrating stare upon her.

"Miss Granger..." Snape swooshed up to her desk.

"Y...Yes Professor?" Hermione looked up into his calcutating gaze.

"Would you mind staying behind after class?" It was more of a command rather than a question. Hermione's heart pounded furiously. Had he changed his mind?

"Of course I can Professor." Hermione answered calmly.

So, after class when everyone had gone, Hermione obediantly stood before Snape's desk. He appeared from his store looking quite dangerous.

"Have you decided against this once a week charade?" Hermione blurted out.

Snape didn't answer her. He just went up to her and kissed heightightly parted lips. Hermione felt as if they were on fire and her body tingled with desire. She fell to a sitting position on his desk and Snape deepened the kiss. Snape then parted away from her and Hermione was left flushed, breating ragged.

"See you on Tuesday Miss Granger?" Snape asked as if nothing had happened.

"W...What?" Hermione asked. What the hell was he playing at?

"Next Tuesday at eight. See you then." Snape opened the door and ushered her out.

"Uh...right." Hermione left in a daze. She didn't have the energy to fight back. Her thighs were slippery and inbetween her legs a throb that had turned into an ache was pumping away. After a few minutes standing outside the door, Hermione's senses returned and she rapped on the door. Snape opened the door and looked at her her as though she was just a visitor.

"Yes?" He asked raising his eyebrows.

"What was that all about?" Hermione asked in an annoyed tone.

"What was all what about?" Snape asked in a vague tone.

"Don't try and play games with me!" Hermione said irritated.

"I already am Miss Granger." Snape grinned and shut the door on her.

Hermione sighed and went to dinner totally confused. He was playing games with her and suceeding. She sat at Gryfinndor table and tried to eat her dinner, but her mind was elsewhere. Snape came to dinner late, when there were only a few people left at each house table. Hermione watched him walk up to the teachers table and start eating a small meal.

Snape looked down the hall at Hermione. How he loved playing these games with her and seeing her face full of unsatisfied lust. He finished quickly and as he walked past Hermione he touched her lightly in the small of her back and whispered:

"Follow me."

Hermione jumped and swung round to find out who had touched her. It was Snape. Heart in her mouth she discreetly followed him out into the entrance hall. He ushered her into an unused classroom and she waited with baited breath what he had to say.

He didn't say anything. He just buried a hand in her soft hair and gently tilting her chin with his other hand, kissed her lips ever so carefully. When they parted, Hermione looked into his eyes, searching for an answer. What on earth was actually going on?

"Hermione..." He whispered.

Hermione felt slightly dizzy. That was the first time he'd said her name.

"Hermione...I want to here my name on your lips." He drew her closer in his arms.

"Severus..." Hermione murmured in his ear. "Severus."

"Beg me to take you." He instructed.

"Severus...please. I want you to fuck me so badly. Please..." Hermione pleaded almost incoherent.

"You'll have to wait untill Tuesday then." Snape answered and left the classroom feeling triumphant.

Hermionejust gaped after him. She was falling for him alright. Maybe he had her under some kind of spell, because she didn't recall feeling like this when she had first set out to seduce him.

She would have to look in some spell books for information.
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