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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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9 - Quid Pro Quo
Draco walked into the common room to find the Head Girl passed out face down on the couch. She looked like hell. The bushy brown mass that was her hair hid most of her face. One of her legs hung off the side, dragging on the floor; and her robes were all twisted, not hiding her rumpled uniform at all.
“Graaaaanger,” he singsonged.
There was no movement from her. He got closer to make sure she was still breathing. “Granger,” he repeated louder. She still didn’t move. “Oi, Granger. Wake up.”
When she still didn’t respond, he knelt down next to her and pushed on her back, shaking her as he called her name. “Wake up, Hermione.” A mumbled sound of exhaustion came from somewhere under her hair, and he pushed her harder. “You’re about to fail all your exams, Granger.”
Her eyes snapped open. “Whaaat?”
He knew that would get through. “You’re going to be late for breakfast.”
“Breakfast?” I just went to sleep.
“Yeah, breakfast. You know, that first meal we eat in the Great Hall every morning. What time did you get back last night?”
“Dunno,” she mumbled. “Four? Five?”
“You two fucked for six more hours after I saw you? Bloody hell.”
Smiling, she shook her head. “Don’t be daft. We slept in between.”
He grinned at her. “I think everyone’s going to be suspicious if you don’t show up to eat . . . or if you show up looking like that.”
Hermione groaned. So tired. She forced her body to sit up then held her head in her hands. “I feel awful.”
Draco sighed. “Come on, Granger. I’ll help you. Brush your teeth in the shower. I’ll set out some clean clothes for you and get your books in your bag.”
Her hands ran over her hair. “What am I going to do about this?”
“Just pull it back in a bun. You can try to brush it out later . . . or just hack out that giant knot.”
Dragging her to her feet, Draco steered her toward her room then into the bathroom. He turned on the shower and got her toothbrush ready. Why she didn’t just use a dental charm, he’d never understand. “Go on,” he said, pushing her toward the shower. “I’ll send Snape a note and ask him for something to keep you awake today.”
Draco left her alone in the bathroom, and she took off her clothes like the walking dead. Her head spun as she stood under the water, brushing her teeth with her eyes shut. Tossing her toothbrush across the room into the sink, she turned and bent over. Her hole burned as she pushed out her plug. Holding it under the spray, she studied it. I swear this looks bigger. She held up her fingers to compare the size. That sneaky bastard! He did this on purpose. He could have just told me.
Hermione got out and turned off the water. When she saw her knickers on the floor, she remembered Snape’s directive and groaned. Picking up the soiled satin, she wrapped a towel around herself and went to the door. “Draco, are you still in there?”
His voice came from her room. “Yeah. Are you about done?”
“Yes, but . . . um . . . Snape said I’m not allowed to let you see me in any state of undress.”
“Okay,” he agreed. “I’m leaving.”
When Hermione heard the other door shut, she peeked out. He was really gone. She went over to the clothes he’d set out for her and got dressed as fast as she could, leaving her panties for last. After doing her best to pull her hair into some semblance of a bun, she sighed and rushed out to the common room.
Draco handed her bag to her. “We’re only about eight minutes late. Let’s go. You look fine.”
“Wait. I have to tell you something.” Covering her eyes with her hands, she hid the red creeping across her cheeks. Fuck.
Malfoy smirked. “What is it, Granger?”
“I . . . uh . . . I fancied having you watch me last night.” Her palms pressed harder to her hot cheeks. “Oh, God,” she whispered. “It made me really wet.”
His smirk grew to a leer. “Yeah, I noticed.”
She groaned. “Snape said I have to wear my knickers from last night all day today.”
Draco couldn’t hold back his snort. “Did he make you say this?”
“Yes.”
Snape, you twisted old letch. “Are you wearing them?”
She nodded.
Great, now I’m going to be thinking about that all day. Malfoy wiped away his smile then reached out and pulled down her hands. “Anything else you have to say?”
“On Saturday he wants me to stay with him all night; and he said you should cover for me if anything happens.”
“He wants you to stay all night?” That was very interesting.
“That was my reaction too,” she said. “You think he’s getting soft since the war?”
No, I think he’s falling for you. Draco gave her a sarcastic grin. “I don’t think you’d be into him if he was.”
She blushed brighter.
“Come on,” he said, pulling her arm. “I’m starving. Let’s go.”
Hermione was relieved he hadn’t laughed at her too much. They walked together to the Great Hall and muttered bye to each other at the door.
Sitting next to Ginny, Hermione glanced at the staff table and saw Snape’s black eyes glinting at her. He looked away as if he hadn’t been staring.
Ginny leaned over to her. “You all right?”
Hermione nodded. “Just didn’t sleep much.”
Ginny nodded sympathetically and put some food on Hermione’s plate.
As she listened to Ron and Harry talk to Neville about their upcoming Charms test, Hermione tried her best to eat through the fog in her head. Her stomach was growling, but it was exhausting her just to chew.
The owl post came, and a small phial dropped in front of her plate. There was a tag with her name on it. She turned it over in her fingers. Minute writing said: Will keep you awake for 8 hrs. You’ll crash when it wears off. Be careful. Bright yellow liquid filled the tiny glass tube. She pulled out the cork and downed the whole thing.
Harry, Ron, Ginny, and Neville all looked at her in shock.
Ron’s jaw dropped open, showing everyone his half-chewed waffle. “Hermione, did you just drink a mysterious potion that an owl dropped on your plate?”
Her cheeks burned. “Uh . . . yeah. It was something I was expecting. Not really mysterious.”
Her friends all glanced at each other. None of them wanted to embarrass her if she was taking something for a problem she wanted to keep private. After a few awkward seconds, they went back to eating and talking
Her head started to clear, and in less than a minute, she felt good as new. Hermione shifted her eyes up to the head table and saw him look away. She’d thank him properly later.
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Snape yanked Draco aside in the hallway, letting the throng of students pass before speaking. “Did she say it?”
Draco smirked. “Yeah, she told me. You’re a bloody pervert, you know that?”
Snape’s lip twitched. “She loves it.”
“A lucky bloody pervert,” Draco amended.
“I gave her a Sleepless Day potion. She’s probably going to pass out sometime after dinner. Keep an eye on her. Put her to bed if she doesn’t make it.”
“Sure I’m trustworthy enough for such a task? You know, she wouldn’t even come out of the bathroom in a towel this morning until I left the room. She said you wouldn’t like it.”
Severus felt the corner of his mouth curl up against his will. Good girl.
Draco shook his head. “I’ll cover for her Saturday if anything comes up, but you owe me.”
Snape nodded once and walked away.
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Hermione was finishing her homework in the common room with Draco when her brain started swimming. She put down her quill and held her head in her hands. “Fuck.”
Draco looked up at her with an amused smile. “Such a mouth on you, Granger.”
“I think that potion’s wearing off.”
“Go to bed.”
“I just have to finish this last bit.”
She picked up her quill again and started scratching out the last paragraph. It felt as if she’d been drugged. The room was spinning, and her eyelids kept trying to close.
“Come on, Granger. Let’s get you to bed. You don’t want to sleep in your clothes again, do you?”
Mumbling something back at him, Hermione dropped her head onto her arms. Just need to rest my eyes. She felt him pull her up and practically carry her to her room. The bed felt amazingly soft, as if she were lying on a cloud. Her eyes wouldn’t open.
Draco sighed and pulled off her shoes and socks. He found her pajamas under the pillow. “Don’t fall asleep on me yet, Granger.”
He pulled the pajama bottoms up her legs then took off her skirt, smirking when he saw the dried spot staining her knickers. Pulling her arm to make her sit, he took off her shirt and tie and put on her flannel top over her bra. He didn’t want her, or Snape, thinking he’d taken advantage of the situation (he liked his bollocks just where they were—attached to his body). After buttoning up the top, he eased her back down and pulled the blankets over her limp body. “Nighty-night, Granger.”
She heard him but couldn’t answer.
Bloody hell, she’s already asleep. He pulled the blanket up to her neck. “I don’t know what you see in that dirty, old bastard, but I think you’re good for him,” he whispered. “I can’t believe he asked you to stay the night. Human after all, huh?”
She fell asleep with his words ringing in her head.
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Morning light poured through her window, and Hermione rolled over with groan. She glanced at the clock then turned her face into the pillow. Friday. Potions day. She smiled. The smile faded. Bugger. I forgot to put in my plug last night.
Rolling out of bed, she padded to the bathroom and got ready for class. Vague images of Draco changing her clothes the night before floated through her head. Hermione peeled off the satin knickers she’d been wearing for two days then got in the shower. The water did a good job waking her, and she untangled her hair as she stood under the spray.
Back in her room, she got out her plug and bent over the bed. It took a while to get it to fit, and she wondered if it was really that much bigger, or was it more difficult because she knew it was bigger.
Draco was waiting to go to breakfast with her. “You look better,” he smirked. “Ready for class?”
His knowing grin made her blush. “Yes.”
They walked toward the Great Hall, Draco glancing at her along the way with an amused grin.
“Dammit, Malfoy, would you stop looking at me like that!”
His white teeth showed. “Sorry, Granger, but you know you’re walking funny, don’t you?”
She stopped and gave him a worried look. “Is it really that obvious?”
His shoulders shook with silent laughter. “Only if you know how a normal human is supposed to look when walking.”
Hermione punched his arm. Hard. “I’m serious, Malfoy. Tell me the truth. Is it noticeable?”
He fought the urge to rub his bicep. For some reason her violence made him laugh harder. “Walk away from me. Try to look normal.”
Taking a deep breath, she stood up straighter and strolled away from him.
“Okay,” he said, catching up with her. “That’s a bit closer to how you usually look.”
“Are you sure?” she whispered back.
“Close enough.” He glanced around. “Most people probably won’t notice, but you’re not going to fool Snape.”
“I never do,” she muttered.
“See you in potions, Granger,” he said as they approached the doors to the Great Hall. “Be good,” he added with a parting smirk.
Hermione glared at his grinning mug. Wanker.
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Potions seemed to be going on forever. Hermione checked her watch for the thousandth time in half an hour. Snape had them pair up to brew the day’s lesson, and he’d made her work with Draco. Malfoy was a great potions partner in terms of craftsmanship, but he kept glancing at her and smirking. She was going to tear off his face if he didn’t stop. Being in Snape’s presence was hard enough, but to have Draco laughing at her discomfort was maddening. Even worse, Snape seemed to find it just as amusing and kept making lascivious comments whenever he passed her.
When class finally finished, she felt as if she’d been there all day.
Draco held out the phial of their finished potion to her. “You'd better take it up.”
Hermione gave him a pleading look.
He just laughed. “No way.”
Huffing angrily, she snatched the tube away from him and marched to the end of the queue. Everyone turned over their creations to the Potions master, and Hermione stared him in the eye as she handed the phial to him, daring him to make one more comment.
He glanced around the room. No one was near. “Stay after class, Miss Granger.”
Hermione sighed but nodded in agreement. She went back and told Harry and Ron to go on without her.
When the room was empty, Severus walked over to where she was standing and flicked his wand at the door, warding it. He didn’t say anything, he just slid his hand under the front her skirt and snaked his fingers into her panties. She inhaled sharply. One digit parted her lips and traced through her soaked sex. “My, my, my, Miss Granger. What do we have here?”
Her mouth pinched shut, breathing heavily through her nose.
“Did you sleep well, pet?”
Nodding, she whispered, "Yes, sir.”
“Are you ready for tomorrow night?”
Her eyes closed. “Yes, sir.”
“Good girl.” Snape studied her. She looked distracted and nervous. “Is something wrong, pet?”
Swallowing around the lump in her throat, Hermione stared at the floor. “I fell asleep without putting in my plug last night.”
His lips twitched. “I’ll let it go this one time. It seems an understandable mistake. Unless . . . you want me to punish you for it.”
Now that he mentioned it, she did want him to. “I’d feel better if you did, sir.”
He smirked. “Come to my office after dinner.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Get to lunch.”
He pulled his hand out of her knickers and licked his finger clean. Hermione stared at him, groaning at the sight. Spinning around, she grabbed her books and cauldron and ran out of the room before she lost her mind.
Snape chuckled as she fled. He’d have to send Draco a note telling him to collect on his favor.
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Hermione knocked on Snape’s office door at 7:30. She was nervous and shaking, but excited in a way that left her knickers damp.
“Enter.”
Closing the door behind her, Hermione stood anxiously before his desk, watching him X out a paragraph on some unfortunate student’s scroll before curling it back up and setting it with a stack of others.
“I’ll deal with you when I’m finished with these, Miss Granger. Go face the door until I call for you.” There was no real available wall space in his office, so he’d have to make do. When she was facing the door, he rose and walked up behind her. Pulling up the back of her skirt, he tucked it into her waistband and yanked her knickers below her bum. “Hands on your head. Keep your nose on the door.”
“Yes, sir.”
He went back to his grading, glancing up at her bare buttocks every few minutes and smiling. The green jewel floated between her cheeks, just barely visible, winking out at him.
Hermione could hear people walking past in the hallway, and her heart tripped in her chest. The pounding in her ribcage was deafening after a while. When is he going to be done? A small tickle of liquid slipped from her pussy. Noooo.
Footsteps sounded outside the door, and someone knocked about two inches from her face. She felt lightheaded, her skin prickling with heat. BuggerBuggerBugger.
Severus looked up at the knocking. He could see her shaking from across the room. Silly girl. No one comes to visit me. I’ll get rid of them. He got up to answer the door and moved her to one side so she’d be out of sight when he opened it. Her eyes were as big as dinner plates.
“Keep quiet,” he whispered.
Really? Keep quiet? No, I thought I’d announce to the whole school that I’m half-naked in your office.
Snape cracked open the door and glared out. Dennis Creevey stood, wide-eyed, holding out a magazine to him.
“Madam Pince asked me to bring this to you, sir.”
It was his copy of Potions Masters Quarterly. It always went to the library by mistake. He took the magazine from the boy and nodded. Creevey squeaked and fled back the way he’d come. Closing the door, Snape returned Hermione to her original spot. “Back in place, Miss Granger.”
She couldn’t believe he’d just opened the door like that. What if it had been McGonagall or some other teacher? What if they wanted to come in and have a chat? She couldn’t stop shaking.
Snape went back to his desk. He was almost done grading for the night. She was a lovely distraction.
Hermione leaned her whole body against the door. Adrenaline coursed through her veins, making her skin itchy and hot. She could sense him looking at her bum, and it made her feel far more naked than she really was. It seemed she’d been standing there forever.
“Come here, Miss Granger. Leave your knickers where they are.”
She waddled over to him, face burning. He’d set out a parchment and quill on his desk, and he motioned to it with one hand.
“Bend over. I want you to write fifty times ‘I will remember to wear my plug.’”
Hermione leaned over, picked up the quill and started. It was an uncomfortable position for writing, and she didn’t like how it left her arse exposed.
“When you get to ten, tell me.”
“Yes, sir.”
She wrote out the phrase over and over then counted her lines to double-check herself. “Okay, sir, I’ve got ten.”
Opening the drawer, he pulled out the small paddle he’d used on her before. “After every ten lines, you’ll get ten with the paddle.” Snape walked behind her. “Ready, Miss Granger?”
No. “Yes, sir.”
He hit her hard and fast, alternating cheeks with each swat; she gritted her teeth at the sting. When he stopped, the burn kept growing. A hiss whipped through her grimace.
“Continue, Miss Granger.”
Her hand stared moving again, her writing shakier. The heat in her bum was distracting, and it took her longer to get the next ten lines written. “Okay, sir.”
He counted the lines over her shoulder then put the wood back up to her bum. The paddle cracked against her skin, and she yelled behind her pursed lips. Each hit was worse than the last, the sting making her eyes water.
“Next ten,” he drawled.
She sniffled as she began the next set of lines. Her backside just kept getting hotter. Hermione was gripping the quill so hard, she was afraid she was going to snap it. Her handwriting had deteriorated to such a degree that it looked as though she’d written the lines while riding in the back of the Knight Bus. “I’m finished, sir.”
He checked her work. “You’re getting sloppy, Miss Granger. Don’t make me add more for poor penmanship.”
The clap of the hard wood against her burning skin made her jump and cry out. She pressed her mouth against her arm so no one would hear her. Each swat made her leg twitch, and wet tears leaked from the corners of her eyes. Why did I ask for this?
Her back relaxed when he stopped, and Snape had to fight the urge to run his hand up her thigh to check how wet she was. If she wanted a punishment, he’d give her one. There would be no pleasure until it was over. The scratching of her quill sounded over the crackling of the fire as he waited for her to finish. Her bum was bright red. Putting his fingers to her skin, he lifted one cheek to asses the damage. Her sniffling stopped, and he heard her gasp at the touch of his hand.
“I’m done, sir.”
Picking up the parchment, he counted the lines. “That’s only nine, Miss Granger.”
He set it back down in front of her, and she added another sentence.
“That’ll be an extra four.”
Her back started shaking with silent sobs as she buried her face in her arm. The ink from the parchment smeared her skin.
He counted each swat in his head to make sure he gave her fourteen. “Last set, Miss Granger. Get on with it.”
Snape watched as her bum changed colors. Beautiful. Her arse was deep red by the time she finished writing.
“Okay, sir,” she said in a quivering whisper.
“Let me see.” He leaned over her. Her handwriting had become almost illegible. “I can’t read this word or this whole line,” he said, running his finger over the parchment.
She let out a small sob and rewrote the line then fixed the word he’d indicated.
“That will have to do. That’s two extra. Keep still.”
Her legs locked, her back tensing in anticipation of the first blow. The paddle struck her abused cheek, and she started bawling. The paddle was burning her to death. Hermione cried through the rest of his hits, not caring if anyone heard her.
Snape was glad he’d soundproofed the door. Someone would think I’m torturing her in here. He finished the final lick and smoothed his hand over her hot skin. He could fry and egg on her arse. “Stand and pull up your knickers.”
She did as he said, wincing at the burn.
“Good girl.” He turned her around to face him and pressed his lips to her forehead. “I want you to go back to your common room and think about this. Stand in the corner for half an hour just like you did here—knickers round your knees and your skirt lifted. Is that clear?”
Her breathing stuttered in and out as she tried to calm herself. She buried her face against his wool frock coat and wiped her eyes on him. “What if Draco’s there?”
“Then you explain yourself.”
“What if someone else shows up?”
“Then you get rid of them and go back to your corner once they’re gone.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Are you ready for tomorrow night?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Then go finish your punishment. And I want you to remember you asked for it.”
Hermione nodded and pulled away. “I know. Thank you, sir.” Smoothing her skirt, she turned and walked to the door. Her knickers were soaked; she could feel the cool air chill the damp spot. Pausing at the door, she reached under her skirt and rubbed the cotton into her sex then pulled her knickers down and stepped out of them. Taking them back to him, she whispered, “I learned my lesson. I can’t wait for tomorrow.”
Leaving the damp cotton in a heap on his desk, she smiled and left.
Severus picked up her knickers and spread out the crotch. He knew she would be wet, but he didn’t know she’d be that wet. He smiled to himself. Draco was right, he was lucky. He couldn’t wait for tomorrow either.
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Draco walked into the common room, and the sight before him stopped him in his tracks. Granger had her nose in the corner and her skirt tucked up so her red bum was clearly visible. Her hands were clasped on top of her head as if she were trying to keep from touching herself. He did a double take of her arse. This had just happened. Her skin looked painfully red. Now he understood Snape’s note saying he should return to his common room as soon as possible. “Whatcha doin’, Granger?”
Hermione flattened her forehead to the wall. Bugger. She thought she’d managed to avoid this particular humiliation. “Finishing my punishment."
Draco walked up behind her. “Looks like you’ve already been through the worst of it.”
Her skin prickled as he stared at her, her heart thumping in her ears. This is worse than I thought. She wanted to cover her backside, but she didn’t want to disobey Snape’s orders.
He sat in the chair where he could watch her. “What did he use?”
Face burning, she whispered, “The paddle.”
“Looks nice. How much longer do you have to stand there like that?”
“About twenty more minutes.”
This is definitely an acceptable return of favors. He didn’t know what kind of hold Snape had on her, but he was impressed. There was no one there to check on her, but she was doing it anyway. She wanted to do it. “I won’t tell if you want to skive of the rest of your time.”
She shook her head.
Snape was right, she does love it. “Then you don’t mind if I stay and watch, do you?”
Hermione sighed. “I can’t stop you.”
Draco laughed. I don’t think you would if you could. “Did you enjoy the paddle?”
“I don’t have to answer that.”
Squeezing his cock through his trousers, Draco leaned back and took in the view. He wouldn’t touch her. Snape wouldn’t like that. But he had to do something about the ache in his balls. “You didn’t have to answer any of my questions. But I think you get off on it just a little. You like having me know what you’ve been up to and seeing you like this”
She didn’t say anything.
“I need to come. Do you mind?”
Hermione froze. She could hear the clink of his belt opening and then the sound of his zip. How could she tell him to stop? She was the one with her bum exposed in the middle of the common room.
“You look excellent like that, Granger, and I’m hard as a rock; but if you say you want me to leave, I will.”
“Are you just going to touch yourself?” she asked quietly.
“Yes. Unless you want to give me a hand again,” he suggested with a grin.
Her head shook no.
Draco pulled out his dick. He had to be careful; if she got upset, he’d be dealing with her wrath and Snape’s. “I can go to my room if it makes you uncomfortable.” Please don’t tell me to go to my room. “But I’d like to watch you.”
Hermione shivered. She felt guilty again. The scene was turning her on. “It’s okay with me, but I’m afraid Snape will be upset. He said he wasn’t, but I feel like I’m doing something wrong.”
“I think he knew this was a possibility when he told me to come back here.”
“What!” she sputtered, glancing back at him. She blushed and turned back to the wall when she saw his dick in his hand.
Snickering at her selective embarrassment, Draco explained, “I got a note when I was in the library, saying I should come back here immediately.”
Hermione bit her lip. That sneak! He did this on purpose. “Stay,” she said with angry finality.
Draco grinned behind her. “You’re not afraid of getting another paddling?” He saw her shift around, squeezing her thighs together. No, you’re not afraid at all, are you?
“He obviously wanted to humiliate me. He’s succeeded. I’m sure he knew it would make you . . . you know. I guess there’s no real difference between you coming here or in your room.”
“I like the way your mind works, Granger. Does it humiliate you?”
“Yes.”
“But you like it anyway?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
He pumped his cock faster. “Will you tell me what he did to you?”
Hermione smiled at the wall. I guess Snape isn’t the only one who fancies hearing it said out loud. “I suppose. I . . . uh . . . forgot to do something he told me to do, and when I confessed, he told me he’d punish me if I wanted.”
“If you wanted? So it was your choice to do this?”
“This time, yes. Although, I guess it’s always my choice. He wouldn’t make me stay if I wanted to leave.”
Draco smiled. Granger the masochist. Who knew? “So what happened?”
“He . . . um . . . made me stand facing the wall like this till he was done grading essays then he made me write lines.”
His hand stopped. “Lines?”
“Yeah, he made me bend over the desk . . . with my knickers down . . . and write. After every ten lines, he hit me ten times with the paddle.”
Smirking, Draco started stroking his cock again. “How many lines in all?”
“Fifty.”
“Bloody hell.”
“It ended up being a bit more than that. He added some extra when I forgot a line and when he couldn’t read my writing.”
“Did it hurt?”
“Yes. A lot. It still hurts”
“Did you get off on it.”
“What? The pain?”
“Yes.”
“It’s not so much the pain. More the excitement and . . . I don’t know . . . the way he takes control.”
“But you like the humiliation too?”
“Yes, but . . . maybe I just like that because it’s another display of dominance.”
He was going to lose it. She wasn’t even saying anything that dirty, but she was pushing him to the edge. “I have to ask, Granger. How did you get him to spank you the first time? Did you ask him like you did with me?”
“Later I did. The first time he spanked me, I was really in trouble. I asked him not to tell anyone in exchange for whatever punishment he saw fit.”
“And he spanked you, and you fancied it?”
“Yes. I was too nervous to ask him to do it again, so that’s when I asked Blaise.”
“You did? He never said anything.”
“Yeah, well, I think he’s a bit scared of me. He wouldn’t do it. He just laughed and said, ‘You don’t really mean that.’"
“Is that when you asked me?”
“Yes.”
“Why me?”
Hermione shrugged. “You seemed like you’d be good at spanking.”
Draco chuckled. “Was I?”
“You were decent. But . . . it wasn’t like when Snape did it.”
“I’d never done it before.”
“Then you were very decent.”
He smiled. “So I take it you went back and asked him to do it again. I can’t believe you did that . . . or that he said yes.”
She nodded. “I think he already knew what I wanted when I got there.”
I’m sure he did. “Are you happy with him?”
Hermione turned and gave him a funny look. That’s not a very sexual question. “Yes, I am.”
“I think he’s happy with you too. You make a good couple. Don’t get me wrong, it was a shock at first; but after I saw you two together, it didn’t seem so weird.”
Her lips curled into a smile. The wall was the only witness.
“What are you going to do when school lets out?” he asked.
“We haven’t discussed it.”
“Are you going to tell your friends?”
“I don’t know,” she whispered.
“Can I watch him punish you sometime?”
She laughed into the wall. “He’s already threatened me with it. Maybe he’ll forget.”
“I’ll suggest it.”
“Draco, don’t!”
“Why not? You like to be watched, and you like to be punished. Why not combine the two?”
“Because it’s humiliating.”
“Which you also enjoy.”
“I don’t want you see.”
“Don’t want me to see what? I’ve already seen everything.”
“It’s too . . . I don’t know. Intimate. It’s emotional.”
“You mean you cry?”
“When he really punishes me, yeah.”
“Did you cry tonight?”
She sighed. “Yes.”
“Did you come?”
“I’m not allowed till Saturday night. Besides, he never makes me come when he punishes me. Sometimes after it’s over and we have sex; but he always keeps the real punishment separate from the pleasure.”
“Has he hurt you for reasons other than punishment?”
“Yes.”
“Did you get off on it?”
She blushed. “Yes.”
“Dammit, Granger. I can’t believe your friends haven’t figured you out yet. Is your time about done?”
She pulled down one hand and checked her watch. “Ten more minutes.”
Fuck. I can’t wait that long. “Will you touch yourself for me?”
Her head shook. “No, only for Severus.”
“Then will you talk to me till I come?"
“What do you want to hear?”
“Tell me what turns you on the most.”
Her face went hot. “I don’t think I can.”
“I’m just going to imagine you doing the dirtiest things possible if you don’t tell me.”
“It’s too personal.”
“More personal than what I’ve already seen?”
“Yes.”
“Then tell me what implement you like best.”
Hermione smiled and blushed at the same time. “All of them.”
Draco laughed. “What has used on you so far?”
“His hand. His belt. The cane. One small paddle and one big one. And a riding crop.”
“Bloody hell, Granger.” His hand sped up. “One must be your favorite.”
“His hand.”
“Really? Why?”
“I guess because he’s touching me the whole time.”
“Did you get wet when he punished you tonight?”
“Yes.”
“Was that plug really a present?”
“Yes.”
“From Snape?”
“Yes.”
“Do you like it?”
“Yes.”
“Do you wear it every day?”
“Every night and to Potions.”
“Is that what you forgot last night?”
She was surprised he’d deduced that with the lack of blood to his brain. “Yes.”
“You know, I heard you two in the hidden passage the other night.”
Her eyes widened. “Is that how you knew?”
“No, I figured it out before then. I was just checking to make sure I was right.”
“What did you hear?”
“Everything. What did you do to make him come so fast?”
“Oh God,” she groaned under her breath. “Nothing.”
Draco laughed. “No, it was something all right. Something he enjoyed a lot. Please tell me, Granger.”
“I don’t think Severus would like that.”
“Give me a hint.”
“I don’t think that’s possible without saying too much.”
“Were his balls involved?”
She smirked. “His balls are always involved.”
He laughed harder. “Was that what you were doing then?”
“No.”
“Were you using your hands or your mouth to do it.”
“My hands.”
“Hands or fingers?”
“Fingers.”
He knew she had Snape’s cock in her mouth, he could hear that much; so either she was stroking him some special way with her fingers or doing something else entirely.
“Were your fingers on his dick?”
“No.”
Something else entirely. There was only one thing he could think of that made a bloke come fast that involved fingers not on his dick or sac. Merlin’s bloody balls. That’s brave. “I’m gonna come. Damn you, Granger! I wanted you to see this.”
Hermione heard him grunting and the sound of his hand moving on his cock. Pressing her nose into the wall, she smiled. It was sexy hearing him climax, but it made her miss Severus. Bugger. I miss Snape. That might be the most disturbing thought I’ve had all month. What's going to happen when school’s over? Am I going to suddenly not miss him?
Draco moaned and came on his stomach. An homage to you, Granger.
By the sound of his breathing, she guessed he was finished. She still had a couple of minutes left to go.
Draco kept his eyes on her bum the whole time. “I know what you did,” he said quietly. “You’re a damn brave witch, Hermione Granger.”
She wasn't sure if he really knew or not. He could just be playing her for more information.
“No wonder he’s so smitten,” Draco murmured, chuckling.
Smitten? Is he serious?
“Thanks for that, Granger.”
She checked her watch again when she heard his zip close. Time’s up. Shaking out her arms, she pulled her skirt out of her waistband and rubbed her sore bum as she pulled up her knickers.
“Stop hiding your face, Granger. I know what you look like.”
Making herself turn and face him, Hermione pushed off the wall. “I’m going to take a shower. Unless . . .” she waved her hand toward his package, “you need to go first.”
Smirking, he shook his head. “Go ahead.”
He waited until she was almost to her room before adding, “You will remember to wash your hands, won’t you, Granger?”
Bugger. He really did figure it out.
She ducked into her room as if she hadn’t heard him. His laugh floated through the heavy door.
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Making her way down to the Quidditch pitch with Harry, Ron, and Ginny, Hermione looked forward to seeing Snape fly. She felt like total perv; all she could think about was watching his thighs clench around his broomstick. Oh my God. I am so messed up. Is this what it’s like to be a boy, constantly thinking about sex?
They sat high up in the stands with Neville, Dean, and Seamus. Luna was wandering around the edge of the field with a giant stuffed eagle on her shoulder. Hermione was glad it was Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw playing today and not Gryffindor. She didn’t want to hear everyone complaining about Snape’s calls.
The match had everyone on their feet. Ravenclaw scored two goals and Hufflepuff had just narrowly missed the three attempts they’d made. Ravenclaw had an excellent keeper.
Hermione was paying more attention to Snape than the game. She was glad she'd brought her omnioculars. The instant replays of his arse were fantastic.
Out of nowhere a Bludger curved around and slammed into Snape’s arm. He was almost knocked off his broom, but he held on and rolled with the impact. The crowd made a collective noise of pain at the hit, but no one seemed too concerned about Snape (except the Slytherins).
“Fuck,” Hermione muttered. She realized what she’d said seconds later and pulled away the omnioculars to find all her friends staring at her with their mouths hanging open. Play it cool, Hermione. “What, everyone else but me is allowed to say it?”
Ron and Harry looked at each other then Harry’s face broke into a tittering grin.
Ron looked back to her and answered, “You’re allowed. We just didn’t know you could.”
Seamus (who said fuck more than anyone she knew) wiped away an imaginary tear. “I’m so proud.”
Ginny burst out laughing then Neville and Harry started too.
Timeout was called while Pomfrey mended Snape. I hope he’s all right. That’s my favorite arm.
“Damn, looks like he’s okay,” Ron muttered, and everyone laughed.
Hermione tightened her lips to keep from saying anything. Glancing over into the next set of bleachers, she found Draco’s shining blond head. He gave her a reassuring nod when their eyes met.
She wanted to run down there and peel off Snape’s clothes and kiss his wound. What if he’s too hurt to do anything tonight? He got back on his broom and continued flying, and Hermione kept her eyes on him the rest of the game, trying to determine if he was really more hurt than he let on.
When play resumed, everyone turned back to the sky. The two seekers streaked past in a sudden bolt of motion.
Harry’s eyes were on the snitch. “There it is! They both see it.”
Hufflepuff caught the snitch and the match was abruptly over. They’d scarcely been out there for fifteen minutes.
“Well, that was short,” Neville said, picking up his cloak.
Everyone murmured their agreement and started heading back to the castle.
“That Ravenclaw keeper’s really good," Ginny said once they were out of the stands. "He’s only a third-year. Should be amazing by the time he graduates,”
“Yeah, we’ve got to play them next," Ron returned. "Hope Harry catches the Snitch as fast as Hufflepuff did. Don’t know if we’re good enough to score against that.”
Ginny punched his shoulder. “Thanks a lot.”
Harry took Ginny’s hand so she wouldn’t continue the assault. “It was a strange match,” Harry said with a funny smile. “I can’t remember the last time the snitch was caught so fast. That was great.”
Ron grinned and looked around, checking for teachers. “My favorite part was when Snape got hit by that bludger.”
Everyone snickered. Hermione bit her tongue.
“My favorite part was when Hermione said fuck,” Seamus volunteered. “Fuckin’ brilliant. Made my week.”
Hermione blushed and smiled at their renewed laughter. Walking slower, she fell behind the rest of the group as they neared the front doors.
Draco caught up with her and whispered, “He’s all right, Granger.”
How did he know what I was thinking?
“I’ve been hit plenty of times. Pomfrey can fix stuff like that in a second.”
“You sure?” she whispered back.
He grinned down at her. “Yeah. But I’m sure he’d like you to kiss it and make it better.”
Blushing, she grinned back. “Shut up, Malfoy. ”
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Hermione spent most of the day hanging out with Harry and Ron. The time passed faster when she kept busy, so she made sure all her homework was done and then started on some stuff that hadn’t been assigned yet. Ron hated when she did that.
“What if the teacher changes their mind; then you’ve done all that extra work for nothing.”
“It’s not for nothing,” she explained, rolling her eyes. “I’m still learning.”
She watched them play chess for a while then went to lunch with Ginny and Luna.
When is it going to be night? This day feels as if it’s been going on for at least a week.
Hermione went back to her room after dinner and took a bath. She set out what she wanted to wear and did her hair. There was still ages to go until she was supposed to meet him.
Aaaarrrrggh! She could swear her watch was running backward.
Draco sauntered in and sat on the couch next to her. He looked her up and down. “What’s with the uniform?”
“It was requested,” she explained, her face heating.
Draco found that hilarious. “Are you going to wear your tie?”
She grinned. “Do you think I should?”
“Yes, absolutely.”
Springing off the couch, she went to her room in search of a tie. When she found it, she put it on and went back out. “Better?”
Draco nodded. “Yes. But.. . . . hold on. Let’s go look in your closet.”
He got up and went into her room; she followed him in confusion. “Look for what in my closet?”
Malfoy riffled through her shirts then pulled out a fitted, white button-down blouse she sometimes wore with jumpers.
“This one. Leave it untucked,” he said.
Taking it to the bathroom, she changed and checked herself in the mirror. It looked better. Tighter but not overtly sexual. Innocent schoolgirl with noticeable nipple. She went out and showed Draco his choice.
“Much better. Now shorten your skirt about three inches.”
Smirking, she did as he suggested.
“Different shoes,” he declared. Malfoy pulled out a pair of her old saddle shoes and smirked. “If he wants you to look like a schoolgirl, go all the way.”
Taking them from his hand, she switched to the pair he’d chosen.
Draco stood and looked her up and down again then nodded with a satisfied quirk of his eyebrows. “Excellent. But something’s still missing.” Standing her in front of the mirror, he scrutinized her appearance. A mischievous smile slid across his face. “The hair. Definitely bunches.”
Covering her grin with one hand, Hermione looked at him in the mirror. “I can’t go through the halls like that, Draco. The clothes I can cover up, but . . . I can’t hide my hair.”
He stood behind her and lifted her hair into two low pigtails with his fingers.
Hermione stared at her reflection. Damn. He’s right, it does look good. Snape’ll cream his shorts.
Seeing her expression, Draco gave her a knowing smirk. “Told you. Just stay hidden till you get there.”
She sighed and nodded. “I’ll do it.”
Laughing, he left her in the bathroom and went back to her room. “What are you wearing under that getup?”
“What do you think?” she muttered. “A bra and knickers.”
“I deduced that. What bra and knickers?” he said, standing in the doorway.
She unbuttoned her shirt and showed him the top edge of her bra.
“Is that the sexiest one you’ve got?”
“It’s the sexiest white one I’ve got.”
“Does it have to be white?
“If I want it to match my knickers, it does.”
“He seems like the kind of man who prefers black,” Draco said with an amused smirk.
“Yeah, but he requested white for tonight.”
Both of Draco’s eyebrows perked up. “Special occasion?”
Her blush was his only answer. Draco’s grin grew. What are you up to, Granger? “I’ll take that as a yes. Let’s see the knickers.”
Unsure if she should, she bit her lip in thought. He’d helped her more than he had to, and he’d been right about her hair. She slid up her skirt and showed him her knickers. They were sort of boring from the front, so she turned to show him the back.
Draco’s eyes widened, and he had to adjust himself when she turned away. The back of her knickers barely covered her, showing a lot of cheek; and there was a small heart cutout just above her crack. “Bloody hell, Granger. Those are definitely the right knickers.”
She smiled as she smoothed down her skirt.
“What time do you have to be there?”
“Ten thirty”
He checked his watch. “Finish your hair then come out and show me. I want to see it all put together.”
Nodding, she watched him leave in the mirror then went to work on her hair. It took a while, and she was grateful for the distraction. When she checked her watch, it was only ten. Walking back to the common room, she stood with her robes in her hand. “Okay, I’m ready.”
Draco turned around. “Gods, yes, Granger. That’s perfect." I am so brilliant.
She smiled, gnawing on her lower lip. “Really? You don’t think he’ll just laugh at me?”
He gave her a disbelieving look. “If he does, he’s insane. Just show him those knickers and it’ll shut him up in a hurry.”
“Thanks, Draco. I mean it. I better get going. I don’t know how long it’ll take me to get there if I have to keep hiding.”
He turned back to his book. “See you tomorrow, Granger.”
“Okay, see you.”
She was about to open the door when he added, “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
Hermione smiled and looked back. “So . . . I should pretty much do anything I want?”
He laughed. “I wouldn’t want to stifle your creativity. ”
Smiling, she shook her head and crept into the hall. Her heart was already racing. She shut the door behind her and took a deep breath then began her stealthy trip to the dungeons.
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