Shutting Her Big Mouth
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
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11,009
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25
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Shutting Her Big Mouth
Disclaimer: The characters depicted in this story belong to JK Rowlings. No money is being made on this story.
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Shutting Her Big Mouth
“Professor Snape, could you please review the use of black beetle eyes? You didn’t cover them sufficiently and they might come up on the NEWT’s,” Hermione Granger piped up when Snape finally deigned to call on her wildly waving raised hand.
He had seven years of Miss Granger’s ceaseless questioning and know-it-all answers. Seven years of her unwanted public criticism of his coverage of topics. This was the last straw. Agitated, Snape yelled, Class dismissed!”
The startled students looked around at each other, confused at their sudden gift of freedom, and not moving.
“Do I need to draw you all a map to the door?” Snape roared, “Get out!”
The students all scrambled for the door. Hermione rose to follow. Snape stopped her.
“Except you, Miss Granger. You will stay here,” he said in a low, dangerous voice.
Hermione swallowed, at a loss as to why she had to stay behind.
“Yes sir,” she whispered, sitting back down at the desk.
Snape walked to the door, and looked up and down the hallway. The students had left so fast it seemed they had evaporated. He closed the door and whispered a powerful ward and silencing charm over it. He turned back and stalked up the aisle and turned to stand in front of Hermione’s desk. He glowered down at her.
Hermione looked up at the Potion Master. Something about him didn’t look quite right. He was scaring her. Suddenly his hand shot out and gripped her by the throat, pulling her across the desk. She struggled for air, but couldn’t get any. The Professor flipped her to her back and dragged her forward until her head hung off the desk, upside down, still grasping her throat tightly.
“Don’t struggle, Miss Granger. You will only make it worse,” he said as he swiftly unbuttoned his robes with one hand. “Your constant chatter has driven me over the edge. You want to work your mouth in this classroom, you will.”
His robes open, the Professor unfastened his pants and took out his long pale cock. Hermione’s eyes widened and she started to struggle. The Professor choked her until she saw stars and ceased fighting.
“Open your mouth, Miss Granger,\" he hissed, pressing his cock against her lips. Hermione held her lips tightly closed.
Snape grabbed her breast through her robes and twisted it painfully. Hermione opened her mouth to scream and he shoved his cock deep into it. Yes.
\"I don\'t want to feel any teeth, Miss Granger. You put one mark on my cock and I will give you so much pain, you\'ll wish I\'d kill you,\" Snape growled, his black eyes hard as diamonds.
Placing both his hands around her throat, he pumped into her mouth, gagging her and forcing himself through the gags, enjoying her throat muscles convulsing around him as he sunk deeper into it. He closed his eyes and fucked her mouth mercilessly. He looked down and watched his shaft slide between her lips up to his pelvis, his balls slapping against her nose, and groaned with pleasure. She was grasping at his hands, tears rolling down her forehead, her eyes full of terror and fear as he slid over her tongue, stroking into her hot, wet mouth over and over again.
“Nothing to say, Miss Granger?” he hissed, plunging deeply into her throat, keeping a firm grip on her neck. He could actually feel his cock moving back and forth inside her, underneath his hands. He pumped faster.
“I’ve wanted to shut you up like this for quite some time,” he breathed, “hard to talk when you have a cock shoved down your esophagus, isn’t it?”
He pumped harder, enjoying sodomizing the young witch immensely. It was always so good when it was forced. Made him think of the good old days as a deatheater before he turned spy. To be honest, he hadn’t wanted to force himself on anyone but Hermione in a long, long time. She was such a know-it-all, goodie-two-shoes, despite the trouble she got in with that damnable Potter and idiot Weasley. And all those fucking questions! Day after day, year after year. It was as if she couldn\'t be satisfied to just sit at her desk and listen. Always challenging him. Always pushing him to the brink of his tolerance. Always trying to show off what she knew. It made the other students hesitant to participate in Q&A, afraid to look stupid compared to her. She was bad for class morale. She even tried to manipulate his lesson plans, requesting information that wasn\'t on his roster and ruining his schedules, making the entire class lag behind as he struggled to make up for lost time. He tried ignoring her. Tried embarassing her. Tried explaining to her how her constant stream of knowledge she spouted negatively affected the other students, making them feel stupid and inadequate. How her constant requests for additional topics slowed the entire learning process down. Nothing worked. She was as thick and selfish as she was brilliant. He\'d tried everything and was fed up. She deserved a cock rammed into her big mouth. Maybe she\'d understand that. Anyway, he’d finally managed to shut her up.
Snape felt his balls tightening and shoved his cock deep into her gullet, holding it and groaning as he shot his come into her belly, her tight throat wrapped around him. His head fell forward and his hair formed a curtain around his face as he released. It seemed he pumped buckets into her. It had been some time since he climaxed. He felt her hands release his in defeat. He chuckled and pumped a few more times before withdrawing. He felt vindicated for all the years he put up with her.
Releasing Hermione\'s neck with one hand, he reached into his pocket and withdrew his wand. Pointing it at her forehead he said, “obliviate” and gave the wand a short flick, erasing the incident only. He released the dazed witch, walked around the desk and redeposited her in the chair. He then unwarded the door and walked back to his desk, sat down and began to recite the uses of black beetles as she stirred, looking at him strangely.
“…they are also used in the…, are you taking notes on this, Miss Granger? Or are you wasting my time?” Snape asked imperiously, watching as the young woman swallowed reflexively, holding her throat, a confused look on her face.
“What?” she asked confused. Snape sighed.
“Miss Granger, you are obviously not focused. You are dismissed. I will give you the information on black beetles at a later date.”
Hermione looked at him, still holding her throat. Then she gathered her books together and unsteadily headed for the door of the potions classroom. Once she opened the door, she turned to look at Snape, still out of sorts.
“Thank you for your time, Professor,” she said, “though I seem to have wasted it.”
“Your welcome, Miss Granger,” he purred, “and trust me, you didn’t waste a thing.”
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A/N: Take that big mouth! Heh heh heh
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Shutting Her Big Mouth
“Professor Snape, could you please review the use of black beetle eyes? You didn’t cover them sufficiently and they might come up on the NEWT’s,” Hermione Granger piped up when Snape finally deigned to call on her wildly waving raised hand.
He had seven years of Miss Granger’s ceaseless questioning and know-it-all answers. Seven years of her unwanted public criticism of his coverage of topics. This was the last straw. Agitated, Snape yelled, Class dismissed!”
The startled students looked around at each other, confused at their sudden gift of freedom, and not moving.
“Do I need to draw you all a map to the door?” Snape roared, “Get out!”
The students all scrambled for the door. Hermione rose to follow. Snape stopped her.
“Except you, Miss Granger. You will stay here,” he said in a low, dangerous voice.
Hermione swallowed, at a loss as to why she had to stay behind.
“Yes sir,” she whispered, sitting back down at the desk.
Snape walked to the door, and looked up and down the hallway. The students had left so fast it seemed they had evaporated. He closed the door and whispered a powerful ward and silencing charm over it. He turned back and stalked up the aisle and turned to stand in front of Hermione’s desk. He glowered down at her.
Hermione looked up at the Potion Master. Something about him didn’t look quite right. He was scaring her. Suddenly his hand shot out and gripped her by the throat, pulling her across the desk. She struggled for air, but couldn’t get any. The Professor flipped her to her back and dragged her forward until her head hung off the desk, upside down, still grasping her throat tightly.
“Don’t struggle, Miss Granger. You will only make it worse,” he said as he swiftly unbuttoned his robes with one hand. “Your constant chatter has driven me over the edge. You want to work your mouth in this classroom, you will.”
His robes open, the Professor unfastened his pants and took out his long pale cock. Hermione’s eyes widened and she started to struggle. The Professor choked her until she saw stars and ceased fighting.
“Open your mouth, Miss Granger,\" he hissed, pressing his cock against her lips. Hermione held her lips tightly closed.
Snape grabbed her breast through her robes and twisted it painfully. Hermione opened her mouth to scream and he shoved his cock deep into it. Yes.
\"I don\'t want to feel any teeth, Miss Granger. You put one mark on my cock and I will give you so much pain, you\'ll wish I\'d kill you,\" Snape growled, his black eyes hard as diamonds.
Placing both his hands around her throat, he pumped into her mouth, gagging her and forcing himself through the gags, enjoying her throat muscles convulsing around him as he sunk deeper into it. He closed his eyes and fucked her mouth mercilessly. He looked down and watched his shaft slide between her lips up to his pelvis, his balls slapping against her nose, and groaned with pleasure. She was grasping at his hands, tears rolling down her forehead, her eyes full of terror and fear as he slid over her tongue, stroking into her hot, wet mouth over and over again.
“Nothing to say, Miss Granger?” he hissed, plunging deeply into her throat, keeping a firm grip on her neck. He could actually feel his cock moving back and forth inside her, underneath his hands. He pumped faster.
“I’ve wanted to shut you up like this for quite some time,” he breathed, “hard to talk when you have a cock shoved down your esophagus, isn’t it?”
He pumped harder, enjoying sodomizing the young witch immensely. It was always so good when it was forced. Made him think of the good old days as a deatheater before he turned spy. To be honest, he hadn’t wanted to force himself on anyone but Hermione in a long, long time. She was such a know-it-all, goodie-two-shoes, despite the trouble she got in with that damnable Potter and idiot Weasley. And all those fucking questions! Day after day, year after year. It was as if she couldn\'t be satisfied to just sit at her desk and listen. Always challenging him. Always pushing him to the brink of his tolerance. Always trying to show off what she knew. It made the other students hesitant to participate in Q&A, afraid to look stupid compared to her. She was bad for class morale. She even tried to manipulate his lesson plans, requesting information that wasn\'t on his roster and ruining his schedules, making the entire class lag behind as he struggled to make up for lost time. He tried ignoring her. Tried embarassing her. Tried explaining to her how her constant stream of knowledge she spouted negatively affected the other students, making them feel stupid and inadequate. How her constant requests for additional topics slowed the entire learning process down. Nothing worked. She was as thick and selfish as she was brilliant. He\'d tried everything and was fed up. She deserved a cock rammed into her big mouth. Maybe she\'d understand that. Anyway, he’d finally managed to shut her up.
Snape felt his balls tightening and shoved his cock deep into her gullet, holding it and groaning as he shot his come into her belly, her tight throat wrapped around him. His head fell forward and his hair formed a curtain around his face as he released. It seemed he pumped buckets into her. It had been some time since he climaxed. He felt her hands release his in defeat. He chuckled and pumped a few more times before withdrawing. He felt vindicated for all the years he put up with her.
Releasing Hermione\'s neck with one hand, he reached into his pocket and withdrew his wand. Pointing it at her forehead he said, “obliviate” and gave the wand a short flick, erasing the incident only. He released the dazed witch, walked around the desk and redeposited her in the chair. He then unwarded the door and walked back to his desk, sat down and began to recite the uses of black beetles as she stirred, looking at him strangely.
“…they are also used in the…, are you taking notes on this, Miss Granger? Or are you wasting my time?” Snape asked imperiously, watching as the young woman swallowed reflexively, holding her throat, a confused look on her face.
“What?” she asked confused. Snape sighed.
“Miss Granger, you are obviously not focused. You are dismissed. I will give you the information on black beetles at a later date.”
Hermione looked at him, still holding her throat. Then she gathered her books together and unsteadily headed for the door of the potions classroom. Once she opened the door, she turned to look at Snape, still out of sorts.
“Thank you for your time, Professor,” she said, “though I seem to have wasted it.”
“Your welcome, Miss Granger,” he purred, “and trust me, you didn’t waste a thing.”
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A/N: Take that big mouth! Heh heh heh