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Teaching Miss Granger	By : OracleObscured Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 116943 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 14
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6 - I'll Be Watching You
Hermione sat on the floor of the Gryffindor common room with the fire warming her back as her quill scratched across the parchment before her. She was almost finished with her Arithmancy homework. Harry and Ron had coerced her into doing most of their Astronomy essay, but she didn’t mind. Meeting Snape that night was all she was cared about.
The common room had slowly cleared out as people went to bed; Harry, Ron, and Hermione had their usual spot by the fire. Ron had fallen asleep in his chair with his head propped on his hand at an odd angle and was snoring softly. Harry seemed to be staring at her more than usual. It was making her paranoid. Does he know something?
Harry glanced over at Ron to check that he was still asleep. “Hermione?” he said when Ron’s next snore sounded.
“Mmm?”
“Could I ask you something? A personal question?”
Uh oh. “Harry you can ask me anything. I can’t guarantee I’ll answer though.”
“That’s fair,” he said with a shy smile. “I . . . uh . . . I don’t know how to ask this.”
Hermione stopped writing and looked at him. She had been trying to play it cool, thinking he was going to confront her about why she’d been acting so odd lately; but now she wasn’t so sure. He was wringing his hands and cracking his knuckles while staring daggers through his trainers.
Clearing his throat for the third time, Harry stared at the floor and asked, “Do you think it’s okay to do something you think is sort of wrong, but maybe not, if another person asks you to?”
Squinting in confusion, Hermione shook her head. “What?”
Harry sighed and looked at the ceiling. “The other day, Ginny and I were . . . messing around, and she wouldn’t stop tickling me, so I held her down. She said she fancied it and asked me to do it again.”
Damn straight, Ginny. “So what’s the problem?”
Looking uncomfortable, Harry studied his hands. “I feel guilty. I liked it . . . liked holding her down. But it’s not very nice, is it. Guys aren’t supposed to hold girls down.”
“Harry, if you both want it, it’s not bad. Yeah, you shouldn’t hold anyone down against their will, but that’s not the case here.”
Finally looking at her, Harry bit his lip thoughtfully. “You don’t think it’s creepy?”
Shaking her head and laughing, Hermione went back to her parchment. “Not if you both enjoy it.” He looked as though she’d just removed a fifty ton weight from his back. Hermione glanced at him, suspicious. “Why’d you ask me, Harry?”
Harry smiled, letting out a laughing sigh. “Cause you’re a girl, and I know you’d tell me if I was crossing the line. Plus, it’s not like I can ask Ron, can I? Say mate, your sister wants me to hold her down in bed, good idea or no?”
She grinned back. “His head might explode.” Checking her watch, Hermione started gathering up her books. She wanted to make sure she had time to get ready for Snape.
“You late for something?” Harry asked with a smirk.
“No,” she replied, trying to sound casual. “Just remembered I need to check something in a book I left in my room. Got to finish this paper while it’s still fresh in my mind.”
Studying her for a few seconds, Harry nodded. “Malfoy still treating you all right?”
He asked her the same question at least once a week, not quite believing that Draco had turned a new leaf. “Yes. I keep telling you, he’s different now. Quite decent. And I can take care of myself, thank you.”
Nodding in halfhearted agreement, Harry sat back. “I guess you’d know, you’ve got to live with the prat.”
Hermione shook her head in exasperation and hiked her bag over her shoulder. “Really, Harry. I know it’s unbelievable, but he’s kind of my friend now.”
Harry snorted.
She couldn’t tell him about the favors Draco had done or the secrets he kept. That would defeat the purpose. “I know, I know. Just give him a chance. If he was going to do something evil, I think he would have done it by now.”
Waving bye, Harry started collecting his books and parchment. “Constant vigilance,” he growled in an uncanny impersonation of Moody.
Hermione rolled her eyes. Harry would have kittens if he knew where she was really going.
- - - - - - - - - -
Draco was in bed reading when he heard her walk through the common room and shut her door. He smiled to himself. Sneaky Granger. The sound of drawers opening and closing in the bathroom let him track her movements. She didn’t seem to be taking a shower or bath. It was eleven. Was she going out again?
He heard her door creak open and the soft sound of her tiptoeing back toward the hall. Where do you think you’re going, Granger? Jumping out of bed, Draco set off to follow her. He had to make sure his suspicions were correct.
- - - - - - - - - -
Hermione had a plan. Be sexy and play it cool (well not too cool, he obviously liked it when she was turned on). She was relieved to find the Head common room empty. There was a light on under Draco’s door. He was already in bed. Thank Merlin for small favors. Putting on a tiny bit of makeup, she checked her reflection in the mirror. Hair: decent. Face: sexy eyes. Clothes: Hmm . . . She used her wand to shorten her school skirt and tighten her shirt. Her robes would hide her in the halls; no one would likely be out anyway. Now . . . should I wear sexy knickers or no knickers at all? She smiled. No knickers.
Going back to her bedroom, Hermione got out her plug and bent over the bed. Lubing it up, she played with her clit as she slid it in. It took a bit longer than planned. The fit seemed tighter without him stretching her with his fingers first. After a few minutes, it finally sank into place; and she sighed in relief. She was going to be late if she didn’t hurry. Creeping to the door, she successfully escaped without being seen.
- - - - - - - - - -
Draco followed her at a safe distance. Where the hell is she going? They weren’t headed toward the dungeons. Maybe I was wrong.
Peeking around the corner, he saw her stop by a statue and look around for something (or someone). Malfoy pulled his head back quickly when he heard scuffling. With one eye, he peered around the wall. She was being pulled into the secret passageway that went toward the North Tower. He’d missed her mystery date.
Creeping along the corridor, Draco approached the hidden entrance. Don’t lose them now. Whispers sounded just behind the tapestry. Smirking, he pulled out the Extendable Ears that he’d confiscated from a third-year earlier that day. Knew these would come in handy.
Draco rolled the line behind him as he hid behind a big stone urn in the alcove. They could exit any second, and he didn’t want to be caught eavesdropping.
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Hermione stared up at Snape, slightly breathless from being startled and dragged to a new location. His hair fell in a curtain around his face as he leaned over her. Only the inky shine of his eyes could be seen in his wand light.
“Turn around,” he growled. “Hands on the wall.” Pushing her robes to the side with one arm, Severus slid his hands up the backs of her legs and under her skirt. Smoothing his hands over her injured bum, he let out a ragged breath in her ear. “Miss Granger, where are your knickers?”
Hermione shivered. “Thought they’d just get in the way,” she whispered.
“How very practical of you.” Getting down on one knee behind her, he lifted her skirt and held up his wand so he could see. Her bum looked sore and red. Deep maroon lines criss-crossed her pale skin. The snake’s head glinted out at him from between her cheeks. He smirked. “You don’t get extra-credit for wearing it longer, you know.”
“I fancy it,” she said simply.
I know you do, pet. He bent closer and kissed the curve of her arse, his lips running over the ridges left by the cane.
Hermione gasped at the feel of his mouth on her sore flesh.
Pressing one finger against the jewel, Severus wiggled it inside her, stirring it between her abused globes. The stone wall absorbed her hiss. “Did you touch yourself like I told you to?”
“Yes, sir.”
His finger slid lower, past her entrance. “Then why aren’t you wetter?” She's barely damp.
“You said to touch myself when I put it in, sir. That’s what I did.”
He understood. She’d done as little as possible, taking his words literally. “You didn’t disobey me, pet. But I think you know very well that’s not what I wanted. From now on, you are to play with your clit until you are on the edge. And I mean one second away from coming. Is that clear?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good. Turn around.”
Pressing her back to the wall, Hermione panted down at his kneeling body.
Snape looked her up and down, quirking one eyebrow. “What have you done to your clothes?”
She gave his wicked leer a smile of her own. “Just thought you deserved a nice memorable break from rounds tonight.”
Lip twitching, Severus rubbed his chin to hide the grin that threatened to emerge. He knew what she was trying to do. If she wanted to be a prick-tease, he’d just have to show her the consequences.
Holding his eye, she slid up her skirt until her pussy was revealed.
Snape kept his face blank but raised his eyebrow critically. “Is there something you’d like, Miss Granger?”
Licking her lips, she squirmed against the wall. “Yes, sir.”
“What could it possibly be?”
“Please eat my pussy, sir,” she whispered.
He smirked. “As you wish, pet.”
Shocked that he’d agreed so quickly, Hermione fought to keep quiet as his tongue plundered her Galleon. He held her upright while her hands scrabbled along the wall, searching for a hold. Trying to stay silent, she panted at the feel of his wet, hot tongue circling and nuzzling her clit. Small little whines kept sneaking out of her mouth, and she pursed her lips to muzzle herself. He went on and on, teasing her with rhythmic licks until her head spun.
Her hands tangled in his hair, rubbing his scalp. He waited for her to start humping his face then he sucked her clit between his lips. Her strangled moan was cut off mid-"unh." Letting go of her hip, he put one finger up her slick passage, pumping in and out.
“Is this what you wanted, Miss Granger?” he purred against her.
“Yes, sir,” she breathed back.
“Good, because it’s all you’re getting.” He abruptly pulled away.
Hermione looked down at him with an indignant glare.
“I told you, you’re not coming till Wednesday.”
“But,” she sputtered, “you . . . you just . . .”
He stood and leaned over her. “Yes. Did you not enjoy it?”
Looking furious and needy, Hermione hissed back, “Yes, of course I enjoyed it.”
His middle finger slid through her folds, lightly teasing her. “Excellent. Then you won’t mind returning the favor.” Smirking at her appalled expression, Snape went on, “Unlike you, I have no restrictions placed on when and where I can come. And since you seem so interested in making my night memorable, I can only assume that this was your intention. On your knees.”
Damn him. Fuming inwardly, she sank to the floor. Hermione had succeeded in her mission to turn him on. It just never occurred to her that he might take his pleasure and leave her high and dry (well, not dry exactly).
“Hurry up, Miss Granger. I have rounds to finish,” he drawled.
Opening his trousers, Hermione found herself getting excited by the sight his hard cock springing free. Damn. She wanted to bite him—lull him into an orgasm and then bite him right as he came. Evil bastard.
Snape saw her mutinous fury. “I hope you’re not planning any kind of retaliation, Miss Granger. I have work to do, and it would make me very cross to have to take time out to punish you.”
Letting the thoughts of doing him bodily harm fade away, Hermione reached out and wrapped her fingers around his shaft. It practically burned her hand. She leaned forward, sucking him between her lips, then proceeded to give him the most lackluster blowjob she could.
Grin broadening, he leaned over her, resting his hands against the wall. Still so headstrong. When will she learn? “I know you can do better than that, Miss Granger.”
Hermione glared up at him.
Severus chuckled inwardly. “You’ll be sorry if you don’t start putting some effort in this right now, girl.”
In response, her tongue weakly flicked him a few times as she bobbed her head.
“You were warned,” he rumbled darkly.
He grabbed her head and started pumping into her mouth. Hermione tried to jerk away, but he held her firmly in place. Huffing in indignation, she gave up and let him fuck her face. His dick hit the back of her throat every few thrusts, and she fought the urge to gag. Tears welled in her eyes. He’d turned her into just another hole to fuck. That wasn’t what she wanted. She wanted to make him come.
“Are you ready to suck me for real now?” he asked after a minute.
“MmmMm,” she affirmed around him.
“Show me what you can do.”
Her lips were raw, and she sat back for a second to catch her breath.
“You'd better make this good, young lady, because right now I’m planning on paddling your bum black and blue Wednesday night.”
He didn’t have to threaten her, she already felt she had let him down. Hermione wanted him to want her, not use her. Angry at herself for wanting to please him despite his rough handling, her brain argued with itself. She had a sick need to prove she was the best, that he could never just dismiss her as another mouth to fill.
Severus watched her stare at the floor as she tried to pull herself together. She took a deep breath and looked up at him; her eyes shone on the verge of tears. He remained stoic but felt his heart lurch when she spoke.
“I’m sorry, sir. I want to make you happy. I was just upset before. I’ll do better now.”
She maintained eye contact so he could easily look into her head. Snape found her repentance genuine and nodded at her.
Rising back up on her knees, she leaned forward and kissed his throbbing flesh, her lips paying homage to his cock. A soft smile quirked the side of his mouth. Excellent start, Miss Granger. Long licks prepped every inch. His dick twitched with each pass. She bathed him thoroughly with her tongue, lapping him like a cat. Just when he thought he couldn’t take any more, she moved down and sucked his balls, getting up under them and tapping at him with that agile, wet muscle. Fuck.
Hermione pulled his trousers and shorts lower so she could touch his bum; she grabbed his cheeks, squeezing hard. Her tongue flicked around his salty head as she took him into her mouth. Setting an easy pace, she moved her lips along his length. Her tongue twirled and shook in an unending dance with his manhood.
Snape's hands sank into her hair but, this time, stroked her head instead of clamping it in place. “That’s it, pet,” he whispered. “Make me come.”
Groaning at his silky order, Hermione sped up. With one hand, she pumped at what she couldn’t fit in her mouth, and with her other hand, she palmed his sac like a ball of dough. He grunted, and she smiled around his hardness. Do it, Hermione. Be brave. Moving her hand behind his scrotum, she slid the side of her index finger over his perineum, massaging the area with firm pressure.
A hissed growl flew from his lips, and he wished he had put up a Sound Shield. He’d had no idea it would go this far or that he’d be straining to stay quiet. Her fingers slid back further and brushed over his crack. “Fuck,” he ground out, putting both hands on the wall behind her to steady himself.
If you didn’t want me to do it, you shouldn’t have given me a book that told me exactly how. It hadn’t been part of her plan, but she knew they didn’t have much time, and it might make him come faster. Hermione rubbed around the outside of his tight opening, pressing against it without entering. (The book said to use lube, and she didn’t have any; so she figured she’d keep things external.)
With one hand, he pushed her face off him and grabbed his cock. “Open your mouth. Keep still,” he panted.
Hermione had barely parted her lips when the first wet stream hit. Severus let out a long clenched growl as he shot line after line of pearly come across her face. His eyes were locked on her, boring into her as if he were going set her on fire with just a look. When some of his cream got in her mouth, she stuck out her tongue for more.
Snape groaned behind his sealed lips as she poked out her flattened tongue, showing him his release. Her hot panting breezed over his glans. Placing his tip against her tongue, he milked the last of the seed over her tastebuds. She sat perfectly still the whole time. Only her eyes moved, darting between watching his face and his cock. Letting go of his prick, he put his hand back on the wall, waiting for his breathing to slow. “Bloody hell, Hermione. You’re forgiven.”
Smiling up at him, Hermione swallowed.
“Please tell me you got that from some book and not somebody.”
Blushing, she pulled her hand away from his arse and stared at the floor. “The first one you gave me.”
“I’ll be sure to thank myself later,” he muttered.
He reached out and ran his thumb over a couple of the spatters on her face then slid it into her mouth. Hermione sucked his finger clean. The taste wasn’t chocolate-cake-great, but she was starting to crave it. He got out his wand again and cleaned the rest of her face. Sliding closer, she pulled up his trousers and, kissing his softening cock one last time, re-dressed him.
Holding his hand out to her, Snape helped her stand. He grasped her chin and tilted back her head, kissing her hard and fast. Studying her eyes, he smirked. “You still want the paddle, don’t you?”
Her eyes widened, and she looked away. Her blush snitched on her.
“If you can’t wait until Wednesday night for it, come to my office and tell me. In fact,” he continued, his lips brushing her ear, “from now on, if you want me to spank you at any time, you’re to come to me. I’ll give you whatever you need as long as you don’t try to come when you’re not allowed.”
Shivering, Hermione bit her lip. “Really? Whenever I want?” His dry chuckle tickled her ear.
“Yes, pet. As long as I’m not in the middle of something.”
“And you won’t use the cane or paddle on me unless I ask for it, right?” She had to make sure.
“I’ll use whatever you like as long as you’re not being punished. Then it’s up to me.”
Nodding, happy with the arrangement, Hermione kissed his neck. “Thank you, sir.”
“Get back to your room, Miss Granger,” he murmured, swatting her bum as she turned to go. “Be careful, and watch out for Draco”
Hermione rolled her eyes. He sounded just like Harry.
- - - - - - - - - -
Draco bolted back to their common room and struck a casual pose on the couch with his book. She came in a minute later, her step halting when she saw him. He checked his watch and grinned at her. “Burning the midnight oil, Granger?”
Pulling her robes tighter, Hermione tried to appear unfazed. “None of your business, Malfoy.”
His grin widened. “No, I suppose not. I just wouldn’t want to see you get caught. As Head Girl you’re supposed to be setting an example. What would the other students think if they found out you were being punished for some late night rendezvous?”
Her brown eyes narrowed. She didn’t like the emphasis he was putting on certain words. “You’re not planning on making me get me caught, are you?”
He looked offended. “I’m hurt, Granger. I’d never try to get you in trouble.” He stroked his chin thoughtfully. “Unless you asked me nicely.”
“Why would I want you to get me in trouble?” she asked, rolling her eyes at the absurdity of the conversation.
“I don’t know. Thought you might enjoy the consequences,” he answered with a sly smile.
Hermione couldn’t tell if he knew something or if he was just teasing her about her spanking fetish. “Are you trying to get at something, Malfoy?”
Looking angelic, he shook his head. “Like what?”
“I don’t know. You tell me.”
Going back to his book, Draco smiled and shook his head again. “I don’t know what you’re on about, Granger. You seem tense. Maybe you need another round with your mystery man.”
“I’m fine. Thanks for your concern.” He was up to something. She just couldn’t figure out what. Hermione was almost to her room when he made a sniffing noise.
“Do you smell something, Granger?”
She paused with her hand on the door. “No.”
Draco sniffed again and commented absently, “Smells like . . . I don’t know . . . sex and . . . Snape’s storeroom."
Hermione’s face flared; her eyes were going to pop out of her head.
“You been shagging in the storeroom, Granger?”
“Of course not, “ she snapped, not turning around.
"That’s good. I’m sure Snape would love to get his hands on you,” he replied with a straight face. “We’d never hear from you again.”
“Don’t be ridiculous, Draco.” She grabbed the doorknob; her hand was shaking so hard it rattled loudly as she turned it. Letting it go as if it were on fire, she dashed through the door, falling in a heap against the other side. Does he know? She wanted to run back out and confront him, but that would be a dead giveaway.
Distractedly peeling off her robes, Hermione went to the bathroom and returned her clothes to their normal size. She waited for the tub to fill then sank into the hot water. Her brain ran their conversation over and over, replaying every word. He’d mentioned Snape twice, but that could have just been a coincidence. She rubbed the tension from her forehead. Was he just being a prat? Everything he said could be taken two ways. Did he know something or didn’t he? Bah! Bloody Slytherins!
- - - - - - - - - -
Draco laughed to himself. This is too easy. She was probably in the bath that very second trying to figure out what he knew. He rubbed his face. His cheeks were starting to ache from smiling so much.
He’d found out much more than he’d expected during his spying mission. Granger was one kinky witch. Malfoy wondered about her oral skills after hearing Snape lose it like that. The man was a bloody block of ice, so whatever she’d done must have been amazing.
When he was fourteen, he’d walked in on his father and Snape sharing some nameless witch in the Manor library. She had been taking a hell of a pounding from his father while she bent over Snape’s lap. He couldn’t forget the scene. His father had a tight look of concentration on his face as he slammed into her, but the Potions master had seemed bored, as if he were completely oblivious to the witch moaning around his cock. Draco had a feeling she could have been bucking on top of Snape with his dick in her arse, and Snape still would have had that same blasé attitude, as if he were grading tests or sitting in a teachers' meeting.
Whatever Snape and Granger had going between them was more shocking to him because of Snape’s reaction than anything else. The heat in the professor’s voice was revealing, and the man never revealed anything to anyone. It was so strange hearing him praise and tease Granger. Maybe they were good for each other.
The state of her backside suddenly made a lot more sense. The bruises were far more interesting now that he knew who had made them. For some reason, he was surprised that Snape had exerted himself enough to leave any kind of marks and also surprised that he hadn’t left more. Draco still couldn’t believe Granger had gotten the dour man to do such a thing. (And he had no doubt that she had asked for it.)
Rubbing his erection through his trousers, Draco decided he’d had enough excitement for one night; it was time to go to bed. He looked forward to the following morning. Every day was a new adventure with Granger as Head Girl.
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Snape sighed in exasperation at the second-years’ moonstone essays. Imbeciles. A knock sounded at his office door, and he rolled his eyes. Can’t I get five bloody minutes to grade these blasted things? His week was stuffed full. Dumbledore had asked him to referee the next Quidditch match while Hooch was away, and he still had to finish organizing the prefect hall-monitor rotation. And all this blasted grading! Merlin help whoever that was at the door. “Enter!”
Hermione came around the door, a worried frown marring her face. He had to fight the urge to laugh. Really, Miss Granger? You couldn’t make it one day?
“Are you busy, sir?”
“That depends on what you had in mind, Miss Granger.”
“I need to talk to you.”
Severus pointed to the empty chair, and she blushed when she looked at it. He was glad he wasn’t the only one who had sexual thoughts when looking at his office furniture. She sat down and grimaced as though she had bad news she didn’t want to reveal.
“Is it that bad, Miss Granger? Don’t you dare say the baby’s mine." He smirked at her shocked expression.
Hermione rolled her eyes. “Don’t be daft. I’m using an Egg Barrier spell every time. And that’s not why I’m here.”
“What is it?”
“I think Draco knows.”
Snape raised an eyebrow. “What makes you think that?”
Sighing, she bit her lip. “He’s said some things.”
“Like?”
“It’s not so much what he said as how he said it.”
“For instance . . . ”
He wasn’t taking her seriously. “When I came back from meeting you last night, he insinuated that I smelled of sex and your storeroom.”
A smirk twitched over his lips. “Maybe you did.”
“Dammit, it’s not about what he’s saying! Everything has a double meaning . . . but only if he knows something.”
Snape sighed. “I’ll have a talk with him.”
“That’s it?”
“What else would you like me to do?” he asked, sitting back as he finished grading the last scroll.
“I don’t know,” she said with an anxious sigh. “He’ll tell. You said he’d only keep my secret as long as it benefits him.”
“If he knows it’s me, he won’t tell.”
“How can you be so certain?” she asked shrilly.
Snape gave her a look. She was so damn excitable. No wonder Draco suspected something. The girl had no poker face. “I’m certain, because Draco knows what I'm capable of doing when crossed.”
Hermione thought about that for a second and then relaxed. Of course, that makes sense.
“Was there anything else you wanted, Miss Granger?” he drawled.
Yes. Spank me please. She didn’t know it was going to be so hard to say out loud, but her voice caught in her throat as if she’d never said it before. Blushing, Hermione stared at his hands. “Could you . . . um . . . spank me now?” She wished her face wouldn’t turn so red every time she spoke to him.
“With what?”
“Your hand?”
“Very well, come along,” he said, pushing back from the desk.
Hermione walked around to him and stood there waiting for him to tell her what to do.
“Take off your robes.”
Shrugging off the black material, she dropped it to the floor.
“Tell me what you want, pet. Over the desk or my knee?”
Her pussy clenched at his offer. “Your knee,” she whispered.
Sliding to the edge of his chair so she wouldn’t hit the armrests, he waved his hand, indicating she should get in place. Hermione bent over his lap, and her heart started flailing at the wall of her chest. This was my idea. Why am I so nervous?
Snape pushed up her skirt and smirked at her hot pink panties. He’d make her arse match them before long. He smacked her over the slinky material; it was soft and thinly cool against his hand, but he couldn’t identify it. Not silk, he mused as her cheeks gained color. Not quite cotton either.
Her bum jumped and wiggled across his knee. Handprints branded her half-healed cheeks. Snape watched the clock and stopped after three minutes. She slumped in relief.
“What kind of material is this, Miss Granger?”
She smiled. “Microfiber, sir.”
Running a finger under the edge of the leg opening, he smirked at the sound of her voice. She was calm now, and the languid slowness of her words dripped out as though she’d just been fucked. “Would you like me to continue?”
“If you have time, sir.”
“I always have time to spank you, pet.”
Hermione shivered then yelped when his hand whipped across her bum. Her skin was on fire, yet she wanted more. He pulled up her knickers between her cheeks; the soft material tugged at her clit as he pummeled her backside. Whimpers sputtered from her lips like drizzling rain. She couldn't hold them back. The hits came at the perfect pace—not too fast, nice and slow, letting the burn build for a few seconds between each new slap. Her pussy was soaking through the microfiber.
Severus smirked; she was humping her own knickers. She’d climax soon if he didn’t stop her. “You’re not going to come, are you, Miss Granger?”
Hermione groaned. “I’m getting close.”
He pulled away both hands and heard her frustrated growl bounce off the stone floor. “That’s enough.”
Sliding off his lap, she paused with her head against his leg, gathering her wits enough to walk. “Thank you, Professor.”
“You’re welcome, Miss Granger. I’ll see you in class tomorrow. Don’t be late.”
“I can’t wait.”
She sounded as if she were dreading it.
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Draco shoved his books haphazardly into his bag while waiting for Hermione to come out of her room. He wanted to go eat, but he was dying to torment the Head Girl just a little before breakfast. She burst through her door, looking tired and harried.
“Morning, Granger,” he said with careful casualness.
Hermione eyed him suspiciously. “Morning, Draco.”
“Sleep all right?”
“Not really.”
“Sorry to hear that. Finish that Potions essay?”
She gave him a look. “Yes, of course I did.”
He nodded and smiled. “So you’re ready for class today?”
Hermione was about to roll her eyes and tell him off when she saw the knowing grin plastered across his face. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Smile widening, Draco shrugged. “Nothing in particular. I’m just looking forward to Potions today.”
“Why?”
“Dunno. Snape seems less snarky than usual, doesn’t he?”
“I hadn’t noticed.” Hermione gathered her loose parchment from the table and busied herself with rolling it and storing it her bag so she wouldn’t have to look at him. Her face was starting to burn, and she didn’t want him to see.
He saw. “Any plans tonight, Granger?”
Biting her lip, Hermione considered her options. She could easily say no, but if he was there later, he’d see her leave. “I don’t know yet. Maybe.”
Such a bad liar. “Okay then, I’ll see you in class,” he said, starting toward the door. “You know, you can always sit with me if you want.”
Spinning around, Hermione looked at him as if he’d lost his mind. Draco always sat alone in the back corner, and she always sat behind Harry and Ron. “Why would I do that?”
Malfoy shrugged again, making an I-don’t-know face. “You seem distracted lately. Maybe a change of scenery would do you some good.”
No change of scenery was going to help her concentration in that class.
“And I don’t want to embarrass you (okay, one lie), but despite their cluelessness, Potter and Weasley are going to notice what you’re staring at one day. Be careful.”
Hermione looked stricken as his blonde head disappeared out the door. BUGGER! He does know something.
The plug felt enormous. She walked to the Great Hall as slowly as she could. Sinking down across from Ron, Harry, and Ginny, she ate her food without tasting it. This is bad.
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Sitting behind Ron and Harry in Potions, Hermione glanced at Draco. He appeared bored and casual sitting in his usual seat, but he flashed an evil grin at her when she looked back at him.
Snape billowed into the room and started lecturing right away. Everyone scurried to get out parchment and quills so they could take notes, but Hermione tried to catch his eye. When he glanced at her, she gave him a pained look and shot her gaze in Draco’s direction. Severus followed her not-so-subtle hint and studied Draco’s smirking face in the last row. The Head Boy looked from Severus to Hermione as though he were watching a Quidditch match. Vile spawn. He does know.
Hermione held her head in her hands, doing her best to concentrate on what the Potions master was saying, but all she could hear was his voice muttering dirty words in her ear. She tried not to think about Draco, but she could feel his eyes on her through the whole class, his evil little smirk burning the back of her head. Damn him. Potions had turned into a torturous tug-of-war. Who would win and drive her insane first?
Watching Hermione’s poorly-concealed torment, Snape droned on without much thought to what he was saying. It seemed as if he’d given the same lecture a thousand times. He’d have a talk with Draco later. Things couldn’t go on like this. Hermione seemed ready to tear out her hair any second (and he was the only one allowed to make her that crazy).
As soon as class was over, Hermione tore out of the room as if her skirt were on fire. Severus watched Draco chuckling to himself as he packed his bag. Laugh now, you little brat. This ends tonight.
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Draco knocked on Snape’s office door. He’d gotten a note saying Snape wanted to see him. Now. He was only mildly concerned.
“Enter.”
Opening the door, Draco sealed up his thoughts and sauntered into the room as if he didn’t have a care in the world. Snape was sitting behind his desk but had turned his chair sideways. He had also moved the hard little chair he usually kept in front of his desk to the side so that he was facing it from about a two feet away. This doesn’t look good. The desk would have made a nice barrier between them and afforded him a small measure of protection.
Snape sneered at him. "Sit."
“Been redecorating, Professor?” he asked petulantly.
The older man didn’t respond, he just waited for Draco to take his seat. When Draco was situated, Snape spoke again, “What do you know?”
Draco smirked. “I know loads of things, Professor. You’ll have to be a bit more specific.”
Snape’s lip twitched with a repressed sneer as his black eyes flared. “Don’t play games with me. I know you know, and you’re going to stop fucking with her. Now.”
Squinting a little, Draco studied his Head of House. Snape seemed to be just holding back his rage. All this over Granger?
“If you ever tell anyone anything, I will hurt you in ways you cannot begin to imagine,” Snape whispered low.
“You don’t have to threaten me. I wasn’t going to tell.”
“Good. If she informs me that you’ve said anything I deem inappropriate, there will be consequences.”
Draco grinned. “I was just playing with her . . . seeing what she’d do.”
Severus tipped back his head and observed the Head Boy over the bridge of his nose. “Apologize to her."
Stunned, Draco arched a brow. Malfoys don’t apologize. Snape was looking back at him as if he were sizing up the hole he’d have to dig to dispose of the body. Draco swallowed and nodded, a puckered look of distaste on his face.
There was a knock at the door, but neither Slytherin broke eye contact.
“Here’s you chance. That’s her now." Raising his voice, Snape called out, “Enter.”
Hermione slid into the room, freezing when she saw who was there and the way they were staring at each other. “I’ll come back later,” she muttered.
“No, Miss Granger. Come here.”
Shutting the door, Hermione made her way through the tight space between their legs to the spot he had indicated. Well, this is unpleasant. She felt like a bucket of chum in the middle of two circling sharks.
Severus nodded in Draco's direction. “Young Malfoy here was just telling me that he will no longer be harassing you. Isn’t that good news?”
“Yes, sir,” she whispered.
“He’s also generously agreed to keep our secret.”
Hermione’s eyes darted between black and blonde heads, waiting for one of them to move.
“Draco also has something he wishes to say to you, don’t you, Draco.”
Hermione watched Malfoy’s lip curl into a sneer of disgust as he glared at Snape.
“Sorry.”
Snape growled back, “Don’t tell me.”
Malfoy’s pale jaw twitched, but he shifted his eyes to Hermione and said in a less caustic tone, “Sorry, Granger. I didn’t mean anything by it.”
Hermione nodded. This is the weirdest conversation ever. “S’alright,” she muttered.
“Now we’re all friends again,” Snape announced dryly. “Sit down, Miss Granger.”
Looking around, she saw no other chairs. “Where?”
“In your usual seat,” he murmured and pulled her down in his lap.
Sitting stiff as a board, Hermione’s eyes jumped around the room, not wanting to look at Draco. Snape started whispering in her ear, and it took her a second to focus on what he was saying.
“If you like, Draco can be our threesome. He’s already in on the secret; he can’t tell anyone.”
Draco couldn’t hear what Snape was whispering, but Hermione’s face looked horrified. She shook her head “no” and whispered something back. He didn’t know if this display was some sort of alpha dog thing or if Snape just didn’t care that Draco saw them together.
Snape tipped his head sideways to see Draco around Hermione's hair. "Miss Granger would like it if you stayed and watched her climax. It’s up to you.”
Hermione’s face turned purple. “I did NOT say that! I didn’t say anything of the sort,” she sputtered toward the ceiling.
Lip twitching, Severus whispered in her ear, “How are you ever going to be with two men at once if you won’t even let Draco watch?”
A choked whine sounded from her chest, and she whispered back, “I can’t. Please don’t make me.”
“I’ll help you, pet,” he said, sliding his hand up her thigh.
Draco watched her squirm in their professor’s lap. How could I pass this up?
Snape took Draco’s continued presence as confirmation. “Stand up and take off your robes, Miss Granger.”
With painful slowness, Hermione stood and handed him her robes. Luckily, she hadn’t done anything to her uniform that night. How was she ever going to look Draco in the eye again?
Snape sat back and watched her nervously shifting from foot to foot. He didn’t really want Draco to touch her, but he did enjoy watching her struggle to deny that she was turned on by the scene. “Bend over, show him your marks.”
Her heart was going to explode out of her neck any second (hopefully she’d pass out first). Facing Severus, she stared at his lap as she slowly bent over and lifted her skirt.
Draco took in her lined buttocks. She’d gotten the marks recently; they were different from what he’d seen before. He kept his face passive as his cock twitched.
Severus was going to make sure Malfoy knew what he was missing. “Show him your new present, pet.”
Hermione gave him a pained look but set her jaw and, drawing her hand back, pulled her knickers aside.
Unable to keep the look of indifference on his face when he saw the bejeweled snake head between her cheeks, Draco wiped his hand over his mouth as his eyebrows rose. More of their overheard conversation last night suddenly made sense. His mind was officially blown. “In case I haven’t told you lately, Hermione, you are the best roommate ever.”
Hermione blushed and grinned, relieved that he’d broken the tension. Looking up at Severus, she bit her lip, hoping he wasn’t still upset. The corners of his mouth had turned up slightly in what she was starting to regard as his “amused face."
“Get back in my lap,” he murmured.
Sitting back against him, she gasped when he parted her thighs. He set her knees outside his and spread his legs so her thighs opened wide. When he lifted her skirt, her hands shot over the front of her knickers in an involuntary attempt at concealment.
“You may touch the chair or me but nothing else,” he said loudly enough for Draco to hear.
Hermione closed her eyes and grabbed the arms of the chair.
Draco smirked. Her fingers flexed until her knuckles turned white. Snape’s hand came around to the front and drew one finger over the shadow of her slit, teasing her until she was grinding her hips in agitation.
Letting her head fall back, Hermione stared at the ceiling. She couldn’t look at Draco while Severus touched her. He'd see the excitement in her eyes. She clamped her lips together and vowed to not make a noise. It was embarrassing enough without him hearing her as well.
Severus let her look away for the time being. He’d force the issue later. Rubbing her harder through her satin panties, he felt the wet spot grow under his fingers. Yes, you’re my little exhibitionist, aren’t you?
Panting soundlessly through her nose, Hermione felt her knickers clinging to her wet folds. Draco’s definitely going to see that. She shut her eyes tight. At least I’m still wearing my knickers.
Severus put his lips above her ear and whispered, “Let’s take these off, pet. Show Draco how wet you are.”
She whimpered, covering her face with her hands.
“What did I tell you?” Snape warned. “Me or the chair. Now put your legs together.”
Gripping the arms again, she pulled her legs closed.
“Draco, take off her knickers.”
Draco leaned forward and did as requested, his eyes never leaving her pussy as he slid down the flimsy material. Her hips lifted to help him.
“Legs back where they were, Miss Granger."
Groaning inwardly, Hermione opened her thighs again and draped them over Snape’s spread legs. He was hard against her bum, and she circled her hips against the stiff lump. Is he getting off displaying me like this?
Draco watched her pussy shine in the firelight. Her inner lips were dark pink and got redder the closer they got to her center.
“Stop being so damn quiet,” Snape growled at her, “or I’ll spank you again, and Draco will see how wet you can really get.”
Hermione groaned out loud. Snape rewarded her with a fingertip to her clit. Her hips curled and twisted, trying to get him to touch her more. He slid a finger to her entrance and teased her swollen hole. A soft, wet clicking came from her pooled opening, and she squeezed her eyes tighter, trying to ignore the sounds.
Snape whispered in her ear as he drew his finger through her folds, "Look at Draco, love. He can’t stop staring at your pretty little cunt. I’m sure he wants to come. Tell him it’s all right.”
Panting, she looked at the Head Boy. His eyes were focused on her spread pussy, but his hand was squeezing his cock through his trousers. His fingers were so tight she was sure he was going to hurt himself. She whispered back, “I can’t. Please. You tell him.”
Severus chuckled. “He doesn’t want to hear it from me.”
Draco was not Snape, and she did not know how to talk to him or how he would react to what she said. Staring at the wall behind his blonde head, Hermione built up her courage and finally managed to mutter, “You can come if you want, Draco.”
Snape pinched her clit. “You can do better than that.”
He let go, and she moaned at the loss. Her breathing sounded loud and heavy in the small room. She took one more deep breath. Don’t look directly at him, just stare at his chest. “I want to watch you touch yourself, Draco. Please show me your cock.”
Again, she was rewarded for her efforts. One long finger sank inside her while his thumb circled her nub.
Draco smirked. Snape was teaching her well. He unzipped his fly and sighed in relief. His dick was throbbing. He didn’t want to come too fast, so he just squeezed himself through his shorts. Granger was putting on one hell of a show.
“Watch him, pet.”
Opening her eyes, she watched Malfoy tease himself. It made her feel sexy to know that he was in that state because of her. Snape’s other hand started unbuttoning her shirt, and she looked down as he revealed her white lace bra. Her hands tightened around the arms of the chair. Oh God. I can’t look.
Shoving her partially-opened shirt to the outsides of her breasts, Snape yanked down one cup, exposing her. He shoved the other cup out of his way and pinched her puckered nipple. Her bucking grew more frantic. He glanced at Draco’s hand. The boy was fighting a losing battle. “Make him lose control, love.”
“Oh, God,” she panted. “Please, Draco. Show me.”
Draco slid down lower in the chair and pulled his boxers below his cock. He watched her face. She was turning into someone he’d never met, riding Snape’s fingers as if she’d die if he stopped, little groaning grunts sighing out as her tits bounced in their professor’s hand. Her hair hid half of Snape’s face, but he could see the older man watching her closely and whispering in her ear.
Hermione groaned as Draco started pumping his cock. He was awfully good-looking, and she liked watching him; but it wasn’t the same as Snape. Severus could get her wet with a look and a few words. Draco was eye-candy. The blonde didn’t compare in size, but she liked the way he stared at her, his eyes smokey and his mouth twitching. She leaned back against Snape’s chest. Reaching back, she grabbed the sides of his hips, affirming his presence. “Please, may I come, sir?”
“Yes,” he hissed in her ear.
She rocked faster, bringing herself right up to the brink with Snape’s fingers, her hips taking the pleasure he offered. “I want to see you come, Draco,” she panted. “I’m so close. Don’t make me come alone.”
His jaw tightened. Malfoy matched her pace with his own hand. “Fucking hell, Granger.”
She smiled, and then her eyes rolled back, her back arching against Snapes's chest. Draco could see her pussy shining around the finger penetrating her. One long wail stuttered from her lips as she shuddered her release. He heard her whisper, “Severus," and then a slack relaxation weighted her eyelids as she came back down to earth. Snape whispered in her ear again, and her brown eyes blinked open to look at Draco. She whispered something back to Snape; he nodded.
Hermione leaned toward Draco. “You didn’t come?”
She looked hurt. Malfoy shook his head. “I didn’t want to miss anything. That was spectacular, Granger.”
Smiling shyly, she asked, “Would you like some help?”
His eyebrows quirked up, and he smirked. “I’m about to burst.”
Hermione smirked back. “Good.”
Kneeling down in front of him, she pulled his hand away and studied his cock. He was so swollen and red his head was turning purple. Shimmery pre-cum coated the tip. Snape had told her to finish Draco off. Hermione countered that she would only give him a handjob, and Severus had said that was fine. Even though he had told her to do it, she still felt guilty touching someone else.
Draco glanced over at Snape. He was lounging back, slumped in his chair, his eyes burning into the back of Granger’s bushy head. Her fingers lightly brushed over his cock, and Draco's eyes shot back down to her hands.
His short hiss made her smile. Hermione teased him as her hands explored his unfamiliar territory, fingering the velvet head and then running down the underside.
“Dammit, Granger. Stop that! I’m dying,” he groaned, pushing away her hand.
Hermione smiled and wrapped her fingers around him, tickling his balls with her other hand as she moved up and down his length. After a few strokes, he started flexing his hips, and she sped up to match him. She was torn between watching his face and watching his cock, wanting to see his expression as he blew his load.
Her hand was so bloody soft, and he hadn’t really been with anyone since the war. It was all going too fast. He grunted and whispered, “Okay, I’m gonna come.”
Pushing up his shirt, she aimed his dick toward his torso and smiled as he came all over his stomach. Whispered curses spewed from his mouth as the white streams dappled his pale skin. When he stopped shuddering, she let go and studied his face.
“Bloody hell, Granger,” he muttered. Finding his wand, he cleaned himself then tucked away his spent cock.
Turning back to Severus, Hermione placed her head in his lap and wrapped her arms around his hips.
Snape stroked her hair, staring at the top of her head as Draco caught his breath. It made him insane to watch her touch Malfoy, but it had been interesting seeing her from another angle. He wanted to take her to his bed and fuck her until she screamed his name, just to make sure she knew whom she wanted more. “That’s all for tonight,” he said to Draco. “I don’t want you touching her unless I say so. Is that understood?”
Draco rose from the chair. “She’s all yours. I understand.”
“You will treat Miss Granger with the utmost respect. Don’t make me regret this.”
Unable to stop the grin spreading across his face, Draco watched Snape tenderly stroke her messy brunette head while, at the same time, his black eyes threatened Draco with bodily harm. He’s completely smitten. “On my honor.”
Snape cocked an eyebrow. What honor? He flicked his hand at Draco, dismissing him.
Leaving them to whatever mischief they had planned for that night, Draco strolled back to his room, contemplating what had transpired. Potter and Weasley would be furious if they ever found out. Laughing to himself, Draco ran the bath and started to get ready for bed.
He knew Snape hadn’t believed him about the honor thing, but he actually meant it. They seemed good for one another, and he thought Snape deserved some happiness in his miserable life. And if Snape’s happy, everyone’s happy. Maybe somebody else could stalk the halls and terrify the students for a change, he thought as he sank into the tub. A much more pleasant Hogwarts could be a reality in the near future.
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