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His Little Potions Slut	By : poptart52 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 61669 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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So, that two-to-three day idea went to hell, didn’t it? Sorry, my life was very busy and then I took a lit class for January that occupied my time. But now I PROMISE that I will have time set aside for my dear readers and my story which I have been very sad to have to keep taking breaks from. You should get an update every Monday. :)

On with the show!

“-nger… ts… Tuesday morn… up… class…”

Tuesday. It’s Tuesday. Why is it Tuesday and I’m still in bed?

“Miss Granger, I said get up! It’s Tuesday morning and you have class! Get up now or you’ll go to class with welts on your arse, you insolent witch!”

Oh.

That’s why.

I’m in Professor Snape’s bed, which is infinitely more comfortable than my own. But it shouldn’t be. Not after what happened. It should be cold and hard, but it isn’t. It’s soft and warm and inviting. How curious.

“Yes, Master, I’m up. I’ll just go to my rooms to get dressed, an –“

He smirks. “No need, Miss Granger. I took the liberty of having the House Elves bring your things to our chambers.”

OUR chambers. That made me stop breathing for a second. It was both amazing and terrifying. What would he do to me?

“…Yes, Master. I’ll get dressed then, and head to breakfast…”

“Good little witch. See that you do. I’ll be waiting for you.” With that, he took his leave, heading to the Great Hall on his own. I sat back down on the bed and stared at the wall for a moment. The welts on my arse smarted and I winced, but I sat none-the-less. After a few minutes, I slowly got up and went to the drawers to find my clothing. I put on my skirt and a white collared summer top and tied my Gryffindor tie on my neck. I slipped on my robes, checked for my wand, and headed down to the Great Hall for breakfast. I couldn’t wait to see Ginny, and, honestly, Draco…

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Blaise, his little redhead, and I were up all night plotting. It was agreed that Granger – Hermione – cannot know of our plans. Eventually, we decided that Ginny would be Hermione’s monitor. She was closest and was able to meet with her even through the ban. She would be the most helpful in gleaning information from the chestnut-headed witch. Ginny and Blaise ended up staying in my quarters, we had stayed up working so late. We ended up with getting only three hours of sleep before having to wake up at six for breakfast. I walked in alone, and a few minutes later the couple walked into the Hall, Blaise kissing the little girl possessively before walking away with a smirk, and she in a daze. I shook my head. He had no care about others.

I watched the Weasley girl make her way over to Hermione and smile before I started to pile kippers and eggs on my plate. Blaise sat opposite and diagonal to me so that we could still talk but not seem extremely close. We didn’t want Severus to suspect anything.

We ate like everything was normal, chatting about mundane things and then moving to class. But the next few weeks would be anything but normal and mundane.

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Hermione looks normal, fine, but I know she’s not. Her eyes are different. Haunted, with a underlying touch of fear that won’t go away. It’s been there since breakfast, and it’s there still at lunch. I’m putting together a sandwich while I listen to her speak about Arithmancy and I nod and smile but the whole I’m I’m really listening to her speech patterns. Draco taught me how to recognize different ones, and her voice is wavering and more passive than normal – signs of fear and instability.

“Do you wanna hang out later, Hermione? Blaise is giving me the day off since we were up… training… so long last night.”

“Sure, Ginny! After dinner we’ll walk to my room and we can hang out and listen to music and stuff.”

I nod, pretending like I know nothing better. But I know she said that for her benefit, not mine. The room part, I mean. It wouldn’t normally be included in her speech.

“That works. I wanted to run some things past you, too…”

After that, our conversation is just boring. Talking about surface topics – the weather, classes, Blaise… Any time I mention Severus or Draco, she skips topics. I say goodbye and we head off to our respective classes. Good thing Potions isn’t today.

~*~*~*~

Dinner time rolls around and Hermione and I sit together yet again. She seems more stable and a bit happier (she just had her Arithmancy class – there was a test today and she got an ‘O’) but the fear in her eyes, while diminished, is still there. I suggest a movie night and she whole-heartedly agrees. What movie, we aren’t sure, but we’ll figure that out later.

After we’ve stuffed ourselves with turkey and ham and roast beef, with green beans and stuffing and corn, with pies and cakes and other pastries, and gulped down glass after glass of pumpkin juice, we hurry, hand-in-hand, to “her” quarters, though she no longer stays there. But she doesn’t know that I know.

We head up to her room and put a Weird Sisters record, turning up the volume and just listening for a while, but eventually I pull her up on her feet and we dance until we can’t dance anymore, and we’re laughing so hard we think we’ll die. The record ends and we sit down on the floor, leaning against the bed, and I make the, seemingly innocent, observation that the bed looks untouched, and has she been sleeping with either Draco or Severus?

She pauses. “I slept with Severus last night, that would be why.” I nod, then laugh and flip over so my feet are resting on the bed and I’m looking at the ceiling.

“I miss this, Hermione. I miss hanging out with you. I’m glad we are.”

“Me too, Gin, me too.” Another pause. Her voice had started to choke and crack on that last bit, and she had to try and contain herself without me noticing. Finally, “Hey, do you want to watch that movie?”

“Sure, which one?”

“Let’s watch Lord of the Rings. We can get the first one done before midnight and then I’ll walk you back to your dorm.”

“Alright.”

And so it went. That night we watched the first one. Then it was agreed the next night we would watch the second, and the next night we would watch the third.

I went back to Gryffindor that night feeling accomplished. Let’s save Hermione.

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Careful, now… stay in the shadows, Hermione… don’t get caught, Hermione… don’t let anyone notice you, Hermione… There’s the door.

Carefully, I slide into “our” quarters, then into “our” bedroom. He’s already in bed. I’m undressing when suddenly a hand shoots out and grabs my leg, and I shriek.

“You’re late, witch.”

“M-Master, I was walking Ginny back to Gryffindor a-and the… the stairs changed and we had to wait to get back, and –“

“I don’t need your excuses, witch. You’ve been disobedient.” His voice is cold, hard, and I shiver. I want to get away but I can’t. His hand tightens on my thigh. He yanks backwards and I fall onto the bed. I scramble to my knees, facing him. I’m half dressed, my jeans around my ankles, my shirt on the floor, my bra and panties exposed. He grabs my hair and forces my head toward the bed painfully, and I whimper, tears springing to my eyes. He reaches behind him and suddenly, with a “THWACK”, I feel pain shoot across my back as a short-tailed flogger touches it. He must have been waiting. He knew I would be late.

“Do. Not. Ev.Er. Be. Late. A. Gain!” Each syllable punctuated with another “TWACK” of the flogger, and I’m crying and whimpering and trying to get away but the position I’m in makes it impossible. My back feels like it’s on fire, it’s so hot, and tears are streaming down my face and into the covers. Finally, he’s finished, and he lets go of my hair.

“Get undressed,” he sneers, and I struggle to get my feet out from under me to slide out of the jeans I had changed into before dinner and slip off my panties and bra. I slide under the covers and he pulls me to him. His nails scrape across the fresh welts on my back and I whimper and sniffle.

“Oh hush, girl… You know I had to…” My head rests on his chest and he plays with my hair until we sleep; my sleep uneasy, his as restful as can be.

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When I awake, the girl is already up. She’s dressed and put her clothes from the night before in the hamper, and is nearly out the door before I stop her.

“And just where do you think you’re going, witch?”

She pauses, her hand on the door knob. “Breakfast, Master,” is her quiet response. So demure, so submissive. My perfect little slave… she’ll learn quickly…

“Breakfast, hmmm? With the Weasley girl?”

“Yes, Master. Ginny and I always take our meals together.”

“Yes, I’ve noticed. Is there anything else you do together?”

“We hang out, Master, that is all… Music and movies and talk… Talking. We talk about school and about Blaise, whom she’s dating, and… And yea. We just… We planned on finishing the Lord of the Rings trilogy tonight and tomorrow, Master.”

I nod. She hesitated on talking. “I trust you have not told her anything?”

“No, Master. She doesn’t know. I didn’t tell her.”

“Good. Run along then.” She gives a succinct nod and leaves. I think I’ll take breakfast in my own quarters today.

Today should prove interesting. She has Potions today, and so does my Godson. They’re both in NEWT level Potions… Luckily, they are split up, since a team of the Head Girl and Head Boy would be unfair to other students – they wouldn’t have much of a chance. But it should be interesting, none-the-less.

My class of first years goes by at an erratic pace, sometimes seeming to go very quickly, at other times, too slow. Same with my OWL level class, and my third years. Lunch is spent watching my little Gryffindor witch closely as she chats with the ginger girl, then stalking out of the Great Hall before anyone else does so I can precede her to class. NEWT level is next.

We are starting group projects today and so I split up everyone – Hermione is with Padma Patil, Draco with Neville Longbottom (who somehow managed to get extremely good at Potions, which is good since he wants to be a Healer), Blaise with Parvati Patil, and Potter with the Weasley boy. They can stick together.

“The Potion today is…”

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“… Love.”

“Yes, Master?”

“No, dear, not you. I was telling Draco here how I think he’s in love.” I snicker after I say it. But I mean it, truly. Draco would normally not go this far for a witch.

“It’s not love! I just care for her. Greatly. I want to see her safe.”

“… That’s love, Draco.”

We’re meeting after dinner. It’s been a week since we enacted our plan to save Hermione, making it Tuesday again. Ginny has been watching for signs of distress in our little Head Girl and has been taking notes on any changes. So far, she just seems scared, but she is started to seem less so. She’s relaxing some. Ginny made sure they would start the movie earlier to get Hermione back to Snape’s rooms before midnight from now on, so Hermione would, hopefully, get punished less. They had been hanging out one night and Ginny had seen the welts on Hermione’s back and assumed that they were from the night she had been late.

“It is not!”

My little flame coughs. “It totally is.”

“Oh bloody hell! Sod off, the lot of you!”

Mia giggles and I start coughing and snickering. Draco glares at us.

“Ok, here is what I have today.” Ginny produces the notebook and flips to the page for today’s entries. Hermione said at dinner she would be “training” with Snape; Over the last few days, she has been seeing Ginny less.

“No really visible marks on her today. I checked at Breakfast and Lunch.” Draco and I nod. He would be careful not to leave any marks in visible places.

“Her voice is still weak and quiet. Scared. But she pretends to have strength. She doesn’t though – you can tell by how she eats and talks about classes. There’s not much vigor anymore.” We had noticed that too. Draco and I had various classes with the little witch, and she had become less vocal. We worry her grades might be slipping, but it’s too early to tell.

Finally, Draco speaks up. “We’ll continue as planned.” Mia and I nod, then we go back to discussing other things.

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He’s being nice to me. I’m learning. So long as I don’t break any rules or show up late, I’m fine. So long as I’m perfect, I’m fine. And I can be perfect, right?.. I’m Hermione Granger. I can be perfect for him…

I crawl to him slowly, in the way he finds pleasing, my head bowed as I shuffle towards him. Before him, I prostrate myself, and he tells me to sit up. I kneel and look up at him. I’ve just come back from dinner. He’s smirking at me.

“You’re such a good little witch… Now then… Let us see what we have in store for the night…” He pulls out something – some parchment. He reads from it, “’Me cooking for you – nude’… Yes, I think that will do for a start. Strip, girl.” It dawns on me that it must be my fantasy list from before… Had that really only been two and a half weeks ago?..

Gracefully, I rise to my feet, though a bit unsteady. My balance has been off for the past couple days. Slowly, I strip, and soon my shirt and tie fall to the floor, my skirt following soon after, and my bra and panties leaving as well. I took off my shoes and socks upon entering the quarters – Master likes me barefoot.

“Good girl… Now, go on then. Into the kitchen.”

Looking up at him through my eyelashes, I ask him quietly, “What would you like for dinner, Master?”

“Hmmm… Lasagna sounds fine.” I nod and hurry to the kitchen to make the dish, hyper-aware of his eyes on my body. After I put the casserole dish into the oven and I begin to wash the dishes, I can feel him walk up behind me, his arms sliding around my waist and his body pressing against me. I can smell his shampoo from the shower he just took, and I can feel his hardness behind me through his silk bottoms. I shudder, and continue to work.

Soft kisses fall upon my neck and teeth nibble at my ear. Fingers twist and pinch at my nipples and hands run all over my chest and abdomen and sides. Focus, Hermione, focus. Do the dishes. Don’t get punished… Hands run down my stomach, down, down, touching me in my most sensitive place. My legs spread a bit and my feet anchor. He wants me to fail. He wants me to have to stop working. Wash the dishes… A trill of pleasure jumps through my body but I don’t let it show. Just one more spoon. I’m washing it and then suddenly he pinches my clit, my left nipple, and bites the right side of my neck all at once and I cry out and drop the spoon into the sink with a clatter. I can feel his smirk behind me.

“Twenty minutes left on the dish… Let’s see, what can we do…” He reaches around me and picks up the long handled wooden spoon I dropped, running it under the water that was left on. He turns it off, before pushing me into a position where I’m leaning over the counter and standing on my toes.

“WACK!” The wooden spoon hits me hard, and I can feel that there will be an oval shaped bruise. “WACK!” He hits me again, and I cry out, tears springing into my eyes. “WACK!” My feet are kicking beneath me as I struggle, one of his hands pushing my body onto the counter so I can’t escape. “WACK!”

“Please, Master, please, I’m so sorry!”

“WACK!”

“Master, I didn’t meant to!”

“WACK!”

I shriek and cry, pounding my fists on the counter. He stops, setting the spoon back in the sink and lifting his hand from my back.

“Get up and wash the spoon.”

Carefully, I stand and move over to the sink. Every step hurts. I sniffle a bit, but I shakily pick up the spoon and turn on the water. He’s standing behind me as I wash it, and suddenly, he spanks me with his hand, a stinging slap to an already abused area. I cry out but I continue to wash. He spanks me again, and I grit my teeth, tears falling down my face. I rinse off the spoon and set it in the drying rack just as the third spanking hits. He turns me around and forces me to look at him.

“Have you learned your lesson, witch?”

“Yes, Master…”

“And what is that?”

“Do my chores, Master.”

“Good girl.” He kisses me, and I get a trill of pleasure, both in my body and in my head. He said I was a good girl. I smile as he pulls away.

“Come, witch. I want to read before dinner.” He makes his way to the couch and I kneel just to his left while he reads the paper.

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After dinner, I take the girl and give her a bubble bath, washing her body slowly in the tub, working her up, bringing her down, then working her up again until she is over come with a rolling orgasm, her eyes back in her head and her head back itself. She’s gasping for breath and it’s beautiful. She’s so sensitive afterwards that I continue to run the wash cloth over her skin just to see her shudder and squirm. Exquisite. I dry her off and carry her to our bed only to lay her down under the covers and cuddle up to her. She is tense at first, but I massage her shoulders until she relaxes, her breathing evening out.

Just before she falls asleep, I whisper in her ear, “I love you, girl.”

Quietly, slowly, in a sleep addled voice I get the reply, “I love you too, Professor…”

AN: Alrighty! Not quite what you expected, I hope, but let me know!

Here’s a further explanation of what happened to me: Aside from busy-ness and school work, I’ve had some personal issues to attend to. However, now that I have time on Friday and Saturday set aside to write, I should be able to get you at least a chapter a week.

I hope everyone’s holidays went well!
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