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Vexations	By : lightspeedsound Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 34783 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 19
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Title: Vexations

Author: Magistrix_Sirena

Rating: NC-17/Lascivious/Gratuitous amounts of sex

Warnings: light BDSM, voyeurism, exhibitionism, general sexual fluidity, and possibly really bad puns.

Genre: PWP. Absolutely. Here be le sex; ye be warned.

Setting: AU (as Severus is still alive).

Summary: An anonymous encounter at the most dubious of places leads to a tale of intrigue and smut. Starts summer before HBP; Hermione is 17 due to time turner whatsits. Events of HPB shall take place (at least selectively). And yes: My goal in writing this was to be as gratuitous as possible, while still maintaining a modicum of literary integrity. I hope you all like the result!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. I merely like playing with them.

AN: Sorry for the long hiatus! Real life raised its ugly head…Also, I started out writing this as a flashback for Snape, but it just wasn’t working. Also mapped out what I want to happen for the next three or four chapters, so that’s cool.

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Chapter 6: Consumed by a Hell Furnace of Localized Lust

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Hogwarts, Some Weeks Later

Hermione was going insane.

She was back at Hogwarts, she was a Sixth Year, she had a new member of the faculty to prove herself to (Slughorn! Why is he so obsessed with Harry?), she was Prefect, she had to focus on the NEWTS and all she could do was think about Severus Snape.

It was ridiculous, really. She had had a crush on him before, but this was more than a crush. This was a constantly-in-the-back-of-her-mind, blushing-over-her-eggs-at-breakfast-because-of-vivid-shag-flashbacks, wet-panties-during-his-lectures, ridiculously-hot-dreams-featuring-silk-ribbons-and-masks, full-blown obsession.

She had thought that Snape teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts would ease any sort of sensual memory during class. After all, DADA did not take the dungeons, and Snape would no longer be murmuring sexily about “brewing glory” and “putting a stopper on death.”

But it was, if possible, worse.

Snape was constantly lecturing in that condescending, deprecating, silky voice of his. He was always correcting wand form and technique. On occasion, he would lurk behind students, making corrections and insulting them sotto voce.

She was in the middle of a double class with Slytherin and she was ridiculously turned on.

Her sweater was feeling clingy and itchy under her robes.

Her bra felt unreasonably tight and lacy against her breasts.

Her panties were soaked through.

She was supposed to be silently performing a Stinging Hex, and all she could think was “I feel like I just peed in my pants.”

“Miss Granger, your form is completely off and your thoughts are extremely unfocussed.” Snape’s voice murmured behind her. He tapped her wand arm with his wand, positioning it to the “right” position.

“But the book says—“ Hermione began, reflexively. What is he talking about? What am I talking about? I haven’t read the book. I haven’t read the book?! What is the matter with me? Is Snape wearing that cologne from that night at—

An incredibly graphic image of Snape’s tongue licking her clit as Lucius Malfoy pounded into her popped unceremoniously into Hermione’s head. The jolting shock of it sent shivers down her entire body, including, unfortunately, her wand arm.

Fortunately, said shiver set her body position momentarily into the correct form.

Unfortunately, it also aimed the Stinging Hex directly at the ceiling.

A resounding CRACK echoed throughout the classroom as a surprisingly large portion of the ceiling fell towards the students. Lightning fast, Snape whipped his wand out and cast a quick Reducto, Wingardium Leviosa combination. The ceiling piece fragmented into tiny particles, suspended in the air.

The class immediately erupted into babbling pandemonium.

“SILENCE!” roared Snape. Furious, he turned to Hermione. “Miss Granger, clumsy, inaccurate spellwork costs lives. 20 points from Gryffindor and Detention. Tonight. 8 o’clock.”

Hermione nodded mutely, painfully aware of the heat emanating from Snape’s fuming form.

Detention? Good Lord…I’ll be alone…with Snape!

She wasn’t sure if she was incredibly happy or incredibly nervous, but either way, she was incredibly tense and in need of an incredible shag.

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The Sixth Year Girls Dormitory, 7:45 PM

“Shit, shit, shit, Fuck!” hissed Hermione to herself, rummaging around her underwear drawer. “How can I be out of clean underwear already?” she moaned. “This is ridiculous!”

Only, it’s not so ridiculous, is it, Hermione? She thought guiltily. You’ve been soaking through your panties, obsessing over Snape. The House Elves just can’t keep up.

Growling in frustration and embarrassment, Hermione rifled through her drawer, desperate to find something she could wear under her skirt. Suddenly, her fingers hooked on to a tiny slip of lace. Slowly, Hermione drew out a white, skimpy, peek-a-boo thong.

Hermione had forgotten bringing what she secretly called her “special occasions” underwear to Hogwarts. Generally, she tended to avoid wearing panties like this when at school; Hogwarts was drafty, and one never knew when an inconvenient breeze could lead to indecent exposure.

But it was the only clean pair she had…

Grumbling to herself, Hermione roughly slid the thong over her legs and up her thighs. Hmph. Better lace than never…

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The Defense Against Dark Arts Classroom, 8:03 PM

“You’re late, Miss Granger.”

Hermione looked at her shoes, feeling awkward and vaguely embarassed. “I’m sorry, Professor,” she mumbled, “I-I-I had to…um…”

Snape cut her off. “I don’t care for excuses, Miss Granger. You are late, and your Detention shall be extended accordingly. If your work proves dissatisfactory,” he added, raising an eyebrow, “I shall extend your Detention into another session. Are we clear?”

Hermione nodded miserably. Another session? Good Lord…I don’t know how I’m going to survive this one…

“Good. Now then,” Snape drawled silkily, “Professor Slughorn went to a Harpies match last night and is…” Snape’s upper lip curled in a derisive sneer, “…Somewhat indisposed. He has asked me to take the monthly inventory of supplies in the Potions cabinet, as well as remedial lessons with First Years. While you seem to exhibit a rather unfortunate tendency to show off by teaching dunderheads,” Snape smirked condescendingly, “I should hate to encourage that tendency. Instead, you shall take a careful and thorough inventory of the Potions cupboard, while I supervise the First Years and make sure you don’t…cause a debacle.”

Hermione’s blood fairly boiled with the condescension in Snape’s tone, but she said nothing. After all, Snape’s biting remarks got even more painful the more one responded. Silently, she followed him down the Hogwarts corridor, to the Dungeons. How can I want to fuck a man this hateful? Hermione thought, more angry at herself than at Snape. And what was I thinking, wearing this ridiculous thong?

Snape strolled into the Dungeons classroom, oblivious to the roiling mass of hormones that was trailing behind him. A trio of quivering First Years stood to nervous attention.

“Ah yes…Slughorn’s remedial group. Without a doubt, there is nothing more pathetic than a witch or wizard who cannot grasp the basics of a simple Shrinking Solution.”

The First Years trembled in fear. Hermione belatedly remembered that, as First Years, they would have absolutely no idea what to expect from Snape as Potions Master…

“Miss Granger!” Snape suddenly whipped his head back to look at the witch behind him. “You may now enter the cupboard. Please use the chart provided on the door to take an accurate count of every single ingredient. And,” he added, eyes glittering, “be forewarned…I will be casting a Truth Spell over you at the end of the night. After all…we wouldn’t want you…accidentally…slipping something into your pocket, would we?”

Hermione’s mouth dropped, her face flushing. Harry had mentioned the fact that Snape knew of the Trio’s hijinks in Second Year, but this was the first time Snape had made reference of it to her. She stomped towards the cupboard, grabbing the chart as she went. Of all the—the—cheek! She thought to herself. Oh Merlin, he had glorious ass cheeks…STOP IT, HERMIONE, STOP IT!

Grumbling to herself, surreptitiously adjusting her thong, she stepped into the cupboard and slammed the door shut.

A wall of boxed scorpions toppled to the floor. “Bugger!” she hissed, scrambling to re-stack the ingredients. It’s going to be a long night…

Suddenly, Snape’s voice came through the cupboard. “Miss Tang, unless you are attempting to cause an explosion that would shake the castle to its foundation, I would insist that you refrain from stirring your potion quite so vigorously.”

Hermione’s thong was instantly soaked through, a Pavlovian reaction brought on by the combination of Snape’s lecturing voice, the Dungeon’s location, and an incredibly vivid flashback to Snape using that exact same tone as he fingered her pussy.

Oh Gods…Hermione thought desperately, feeling a drop of moisture trickle down her thigh. This is ridiculous…I have an inventory to do…I’m surrounded by dried scorpions and yak vomit and bezoars! There is no way I should be turned on right now.

Snape’s voice came through the door again. “I would deem that barely adequate, Mister Rincewind. Do please leave the chopping to Miss Tang. At least she knows how to cut things evenly…”

It was hopeless. There was no way that she could focus on the task at hand. Desperate to ease the all-consuming, distracting tension humming through her body, Hermione slid a hand under her skirt, propping one leg against a shelf, as she leaned against the cupboard’s door. Quickly, she shoved her skimpy thong aside and began to rub her clit vigorously in circles. Her other hand slid lower, the fingers sliding in and out of her soaked pussy.

God, I just want him to fuck me over his desk right now, his hands gripping my hips and shoving me against his hard, hot cock. I want his tongue inside my pussy, licking my quim and flicking over my clit. I want to be tied up, suspended in midair, as he stands at my cunt and rams his prick into me. I want him to suck my tits, spank me, and pull me down on to him, as he sits at his desk. I want to suck his cock during class, with everyone oblivious, I want…I want…

“FUCK!” screeched Hermione, the orgasm rippling over her in a massive wave. The hand on her clit flailed upwards, gripping the cupboard’s doorknob, as she furiously rode the fingers inside her pussy. Oblivious to the precarious nature of her position, she ground into her palm, twisting and curling her fingers against her g-spot. More, she thought desperately, I need Mo—

Inevitably and rather unfortunately, the doorknob twisted under her grasp. The door flew open, propelled by her weight, and Hermione found herself in an extremely compromising position on the floor, staring up at an unamused Professor and three rather gobsmacked First Years.

Snape’s eyes flicked almost imperceptibly to Miss Granger’s disheveled skirt and her exposed lingerie. Raising an eyebrow at the translucent state of her rather risqué thong, he returned his gaze to her face.

“An additional twenty points from Gryffindor, Miss Granger, for shouting such a filthy expletive, fifteen for failing to competently complete your Detention, and ten more for setting such a horrible example to the younger students.”

Hermione grimaced, tugging the hem of her skirt down. She cautiously got to her feet, feeling the rapidly growing goose-egg forming on the back of her head.

Snape eyed the lump grimly. “Go to Madame Pomfrey, Miss Granger. You’re useless to me with a concussion.” He said curtly, pivoting on his feet to glare at the First Years. “You three, get back to work.” Immediately, the First Years started slicing their daisy roots with gusto and terror.

Hermione mutely placed the inventory chart back on the door, and exited the room. I wonder how much he actually heard, she wondered silently.

Snape eyed Miss Granger’s back as she left the Dungeons, inadvertently studying the sway of her arse. White lacy knickers? He thought to himself. Who would have thought Miss Granger—No. He shut the lid on that thought before it even formed. Inappropriate, Severus, very inappropriate. Fantasizing with an anonymous woman is one thing, but fantasizing about a pupil? That’s disgusting. Slightly disgruntled and more than a little annoyed, he turned back to the trio of idiots. It was going to be a long night.

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AN: Well, there you have it! Possibly the quickest writing job I’ve ever done. The chapter title is a quote from Lolita. I figured Lolita was an appropriate tone-setter, particularly with what Hermione has planned next. Also, hope everybody enjoyed the Terry Pratchett reference. Been diving back into Discworld, recently. I might have to stop, though, it's affecting my tone. Perhaps some more erotica is in order. Flood me with your reviews, erotica recommendations, and ratings! <3
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