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Snape's Apprentices	By : Lalani Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 26336 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter Nine

SPOV

Damn, she is tight! He thought, not for the first time since last night. After the second round of sex, they had fallen asleep, but in the middle of the night he had been roused by one of the most delicious feelings on earth: a wet mouth on his cock. Apparently Miss Granger had woken up and decided to learn something new. He had guided her mouth over his cock and was choking her on occasion, so he had finally started to teach her how to deep-throat him. She had been a quick study and he had decided to try out her new skill twice, the last time while having her lie back on the bed, with her head hanging off the edge and bending over her body to eat out her pussy. Then he had given her a healing potion, so he could have her again. And again.

Now they were in the bathtub and she was riding him slowly. She was sore, he knew that, even his cock felt a bit sore, but after putting her in the hot tub and starting to wash her breasts, he had managed to cajole her into having sex with him again. She was making grimaces and letting out little sounds of distress, only making him want to pound her more. He was barely restrained, knowing if he did it right she would make the perfect submissive. Her need to please him, to give him everything he wanted would be the greatest asset. He lifted his still soapy hands to her breast and started massaging them. When he rolled her nipples with his slick fingers, she suddenly screamed and came, clamping down on him. He still hadn’t come, but he wasn’t rushed. They had fucked enough, he could deal with it.

“Done, Miss Granger?” he asked, amused at her taking her pleasure and going completely limb. She lifted her head and looked at him, blushing before sitting up and starting to swirl her hips while he was still inside. He arched his back at that. The little minx seemed to have figured out that he loved the feeling of a pussy grinding down on him and shifting over his flesh.

“I am sorry, Professor.” She gasped, throwing her arms around him and getting closer, rubbing her breasts on his chest.

“Your hands, they felt too good! Oh, ooohhh!” she moaned loudly when he began pounding her from below, forgetting about his decision to leave her be. If she didn’t say no, he was not going to stop and risk getting blue balls.

It didn’t take him very long before he came. To his surprise, he nearly passed out from the pleasure, because she came a second time right along with him, tightening almost uncomfortable around his cock.

He kept her on his lap, slouching down in the warm water completely relaxed for the first time in ages. He lifted his hand and started stroking Miss Granger’s hair. Her head had fallen on his shoulder and her breath was still coming fast.

“I think I can’t take anymore, Professor.” She mumbled softly. She sounded drunk, which made his chest swell with pride. She was a balm for his more than wounded ego.

Maybe I should keep her, even afterwards, he thought idly. It would be nice to have a witch of his own, if he were honest with himself. If he could teach her what he liked, that is.

He suddenly noticed what he was thinking about and scoffed at himself. As if such a smart and promising young woman would stay with an old goat like him. He was going to enjoy it while it lasted, starting with right now.

“Do not worry, Miss Granger, I will let your delicious cunt rest for today. We do still have tonight and tomorrow, after all. By then you will have recovered enough for me to enjoy your charms again. In the meantime, though, there are other ways in which to please me. Get on your knees and I will show you what I expect from you after I am done with your pussy.” He replied silkily, almost pushing her off of him. She groggily climbed from his lap, making water slosh over the rim of the tub, wetting the cracked tiles of the bathroom. It was in a terrible state, the only thing still in one piece was the tub. He had filed it with water and heated it by magic.

When she was on her knees and had her hands clamped in her lap, he less than gracefully stood up and shifted until he was standing in front of her. He looked down and had a nice view of her creamy breasts still covered in soapy suds. She presented such an erotic picture, he felt his blood quicken. Still, he stayed down, apparently having reached his limit for today.

“Every time we are done engaging each other, Miss Granger, I expect you to lick me clean. You will start with my cock and finish with my balls. You will only use your tongue, there is no need to suck me.” he watched her eyes go round and her mouth open on a small pant, a blush starting in her face and going down to her breasts. He shifted closer and pushed one hand into her hair, bringing her face flush with his heavy member.

“I suggest you start now, Miss Granger. The room is a bit to chilly for my tastes, I do not wish to stand here longer than necessary.” He said with a smirk. She seemed a bit apprehensive at first, eyeing his cock.

“What is it, Miss Granger? You had no problem swallowing me down not two hours earlier, but now you hesitate?”

“I…I am not so sure, professor, if I should really do this.” She said quietly.

“And why is that?” he asked, for some inexplicable reason getting angry at her hesitance.

“Well…that is…I don’t know how to….Well, what is if you get hard again and want to…to… well, you know, fuck me?” she blurted out, lifting her face to him and imploring him with her amber eyes to not do that.

He chuckled first, then laughed lightly. She must have really been sore for her to be afraid of him fucking her. He would usually be annoyed that she not take him at his word when he first assured her that there would be no more sex today, but she had mellowed him out considerably. Good, proper fucking did do wonders for his disposition, apparently. He figured the Hogwarts students would be one happy bunch for the rest of the year.

“Again I say, do not worry, Miss Granger. I am afraid I am as sore as you must be at this point in time. I find a woman licking me afterwards….soothing, if you will.” He answered.

“Oh. Okay.” She answered, before dropping her head and bathing his cock with her tongue, starting at the base of his cock. He groaned under his breath, before he leaned back a bit against the wall, to enjoy her tongue better. It wasn’t only the actual feeling of her tongue, but the fact that she was so damned submissive, she would do this just to please him.

He reached down and started stroking her head again, so she would feel connected to him. He moaned slightly when he reached even further down and stroked her breasts gently, almost soothingly. She started to lick him quicker, moaning a bit and making his cock vibrate with her moan.

“Slow, pet. There is no need to rush, we are just enjoying each other. “He said to her quietly while cupping her chin gently with his hand. She looked up again, her eyes luminescent. He could get used to this, he really could.

“Use your hands and lift my cock, pet. Keep on licking until you reach my balls.”

She followed his instructions and finally reached his balls. He nearly groaned aloud, it felt that good. He knew if he did not stop her soon he would get hard again.

“Enough, pet. Thank you.” He said before removing himself from her hands and tongue. She gave a little pout of disappointment at that.

“Are you sure? I could suck you off again, Professor.” She said, with hopeful look on her face.

He sat down again and adjusted both of them until she was leaning back against his chest, a bit confused at her attitude. One moment she was a femme fatal, seducing him expectedly and the next she would be shy again and stammering like the virgin she had been until yesterday.

“Yes, pet, I am sure.” He answered, before he washed started washing her, massaging her back and shoulders. She slumped a bit from pleasure, giving little moans of pleasure as he did that. He was more than agreeable right now, willing to spoil the witch a bit. He really seemed to hit a nerve when he started to wash her hair, because she went absolutely boneless in his hands.

“Oohh, that feels good, Professor. “She breathed.

“Does it? Well, then let me keep going a bit, pet. “He answered, oddly content at doing this. If she were to be his submissive, she could look forward to this regularly. He knew, other dominants usually did this the other way around, have the submissive bathe the dominant, but he liked having a woman soft and pliable in his arms. He did not get to let his guard down often and to have someone trust him enough to let him care for them…well, that was something precious to him. And having a submissive was all about trust and pleasure, for both of them.

“Why do you call me that?” she asked, turning slightly towards him and giving him a teasing glimpse of her breasts. He still had his soapy hands in her hair and was tenderly massaging her scalp.

“What do I call you?” he asked her, looking at her profile.

“Pet. You call me pet. I do not think I like being called that…I am not a property.”

“I call you pet, because that is what you are to me. And a pet is not property, it is a companion, one you care for and…cherish, if you want. You provide safety and shelter and in return you gain their loyalty and trust.” He answered softly, stopping his ministrations and turning her face towards him by gently turning her by the chin.

“It is not meant in a disrespectful manner.” He continued, trying to alleviate her fears. She was new at this, he reminded the impatient part of himself that wanted to get irritated at her questioning him. “So when I call you ‘pet’ it is meant in a caring way, I assure you.”

She looked at him, searching his eyes and apparently finding what she was looking for, because she smiled prettily at him and snuggled up to him again. To late did she remember she had soap in her hair, because it had started running down and got into her Eyes.

At her loud swearing and cussing, he started chuckling. When she hit his chest and slipped, he started roaring with laughter at her position. She had managed to land with her face in his crotch and all of her wiggling didn’t seem to help her get up.

He finally took pity on her and helped her up, grinning at her. She would be a delightful distraction from the continuing bleakness of his life.

DracoPOV

Draco Malfoy stared at his father, thinking to himself that his father must be either very drunk or have a very sick sense of humour.

“What did you just say, father?” he asked in a faint voice. He couldn’t believe this, he just couldn’t. This was a cruel joke, it had to be. His father did not look or smell drunk, so it must be a joke.

“I said you must stop your relationship with Lavender Brown, son. I am sorry that I have to do it to you. I…I really thought about objecting to your relationship with some stupid Slytherin-Gryffindor rhetoric, but you would not have listened to me, I know that. And the truth…the truth would be the better, if crueller, action. You must know…” Lucius answered, but Draco interrupted him.

“You are rambling. Repeat what you said before that. I know you and mother do not get along. I know, too, that mother is a crazy bitch. You did leave me alone with her for most of my childhood, after all, only popping up once in a while. I forgive you for that, because I understand. She loves me more than anything, but she loathes you. But this…how could you father??? Why did you not…there are ways to stop this from happening!” he nearly yelled at his father. He felt desperation suck him into its abyss, just like before, when he would watch his mother descend into her very own madness and forget he was there for days on end. Hogwarts had been a blessing by giving him a life away from her and giving him a chance to connect, really connect, with his father without his mother hovering over them. Severus had usually made sure he could meet his father could meet, by pretending he was close to his godfather and inviting Draco over for tea, while in truth he had never met his godfather until first year and he would only meet his father on those occasions.. Their relationship wasn’t truly close, more that of acquaintances.

“Lavender Brown. She is your half-sister. Her mother and I have had an affair for almost 20 years now. I met her shortly after I got engaged to your mother. At first I resisted, because I truly loved Narcissa, but then I found out… She did not love me, your mother, and it devastated me. She married me only so the Dark Lord could get access to my funds. She married me when he commanded it of her and only then. I got drunk at a Pub and she was there. I know…Lavender is the spitting image of her mother. A spell, we both…we did not want anyone to look at her and even suspect anything. Her husband would beat her to death and Narcissa would kill Lavender. So, I was at that Pub and she walked up to me, we knew each other and I told her everything. I can’t really remember everything, just kisses and spending the night and I woke up the next morning next to her, and she was smiling at me, that smile…Your sister has it too, that smile with the dimples. A few years later, she got pregnant because of a faulty contraception potion. A few weeks later, Narcissa told me she was pregnant too. We immediately made sure her lineage could not be traced back to me. It was a dark spell, but worth it. Her husband thinks Lavender is his.”

It rushed out of his father again, a jumbled lot of words and he felt his heart beat faster. Suddenly, it seemed too big for his body and he couldn’t breathe anymore. He jumped up from the settee, rushed to one of the big windows and ripped it open, gulping in the fresh air. If he didn’t, he knew he would start hexing his father. He turned back towards his father and stared at the man.

“You know I kissed her right?” he asked his father on a sob, nearly choking on the words.

Lucius Malfoy, the biggest male presence in his life, stared at him with despair, while his hands were clasped tightly between his knees. He looked pale and, to Draco’s shock, suddenly quite old.

“I hate that I have to ask, son, but…was it more? Please tell me you didn’t…” he asked hoarsely, before silent tears started to streak down his face.

“No, just a kiss. Just one, thank god.” He replied, still choked on the unfairness of it all.

His father breathed a sigh of relief and hung his head. Then, he collapsed completely and started sobbing, shocking Draco to the core. He rushed over to his father and kneeled down in front of him, the anger not leaving completely, but getting lesser when he saw his strong and proud father sitting there like a broken doll. He felt his heart break again and tears started falling.

It wasn’t that he truly loved Lavender, she had only been a nice distraction. But finding out he had a sister that he had nearly seduced? It rocked him to the core.

He was incredibly lucky Lavender had not wanted Weasley to see them together and had bolted away before the idiot found them in that little alcove they had hidden in. Never mind that Weasley had brought another girl there to snog and shag, Lavender was deeply in love with the red head. He still was surprised he had even gotten a kiss in and she hadn’t kicked him for his audacity

More than likely she had felt lonely and unwanted because of that weasel. He felt rage boil up inside him and didn’t know how to deal with it. On the other hand he could not leave as long as his father was sobbing in front of him, seemingly broken.

“Forgive me Draco, for being a lousy father. I just could not leave you with her. If I had had the chance of taking you with me, I would have divorced Narcissa years ago. I would have raised you two as sibling, like I was supposed to. Forgive me.” He sobbed. Draco reached around and hugged his father.

“I forgive you, father. I always knew you had affairs, you know, I am not daft. Just…knowing I had a sibling out there and that I had kissed her…that threw me.”

“Do you love her, son?” he father whispered, returning the hug. It might not have been manly, to hug like this, but the situation deserved this kind of closeness.

“No, she was a distraction. Which makes me feel even worse, now that I think about it.” He answered truthfully.

“I know what you mean. But on the other hand it is better there are no deeper feelings from you. Does she…was it serious for her?”

“No. She is in love with Ronald Weasley and trying to…” Draco started answering.

“WHAT! A Weasley??” his father suddenly bellowed, recovering from his sobbing.

Draco felt a small pang of jealousy at his father’s reaction, but then considered his father’s point of view. Lucius Malfoy could legally get involved with him, Draco, but Lavender was out of reach for her biological father.

“Yes, a Weasley. Although if it were anyone of the other siblings, it would not be so bad.” Draco answered, “But Ronald Weasley is an idiot of the first order.”

Draco stood up again and removed himself back to the window. He looked at his father, who was rubbing his tear-streaked face.

“I will talk to her mother about this. I can’t get involved. And anyway, right now, you are more important. I decided to be honest with you, because I want our relationship built on trust. If Lavender’s mother does not tell Lavender…there is nothing I can do.”

“Lavender will not be told?” Draco asked in disbelief.

“Rose didn’t want to tell her, because she is afraid Lavender will side with her father against her mother. I would love to be able to tell her…but right now, I have no way to do that, without tipping of Narcissa. I cannot approach her safely.” His father answered.

Draco stared at his father. He felt angry, of course, he had been lied to for years. But at least his father had been honest now, when there were actual problems showing itself. For Lavender’s mother to still not want to tell…

He would talk to Lavender himself, screw the adults. She was his sister, after all. He thought about not telling his father he was planning on doing that, but then decided if his father was going to be honest, he could be too.
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