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Detention	By : yousovain Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 6425 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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            “You wanted
to speak with me, sir?”

            Hermione
stood in the doorway, legs shaking. She
had not spoken to the potions master since the Incident as Hermione had begun to call it in her mind until this afternoon
when he drifted up behind her as she was brewing her potion and whispered a
sibilant Detention into her ear
before moving on to dress down a fellow seventh-year.

Hermione was positive that the
Incident really was just that – a silly mistake that had begun as a taunting
game that quickly turned into something neither of them expected. She was convinced that neither parties had
acted of their own accord and at some point alcohol must have been introduced otherwise nothing like this would have
happened. She surmised that this thinly
veiled excuse to speak to Hermione would put everything to right again. He no doubt wanted to make it clear that
under no circumstances would this happen again.
Of course, she would apologize for her wanton disregard for any
propriety and all would be right in the world again. If
she could only just stop blushing, that is.

            Snape sat
behind his imposing desk. He looked up
at her entrance but did not speak. He
gestured to her to come forth and Hermione walked slowly through the empty
classroom and stood before him. She
could literally feel his eyes inspecting her from the roots of her hair to the
aching core of her center.

            Her desire
had been a small burn ever since the Incident.
Each time her mind drifted to the memory of sitting astride those thighs
of his would send flames licking towards her clitoris and she would have to
force herself to think of something else entirely. Percy in a g-string, gum disease, S.P.E.W., anything to keep from blushing! Now
standing before him she was literally shaking.
Part of her was afraid he would Obliviate
the very memory of it from her mind and a much larger part of her screamed for
just a bit more of what he had offered in the train compartment.

            He rose
from his chair, a dark shadow intensified by the candlelight coming from his
desk lamp. He slowly came forward to
stand before her.

“It’s obvious, Miss Granger, that
this silly, little crush of yours still persists,” he said smoothly. “The problem seems to be that you aren’t very
good at hiding your emotions.”

Hermione wanted to speak, wanted to
bite back with a flaming retort – an increduled Pardon Me? Or perhaps an outraged Why I never! But everything she wanted to say seemed to be
stuck at the base of her throat. Her
mouth had even ceased to produce saliva.

A small, devious smirk stretched
across Professor Snape’s face at the sign of Hermione’s obvious
discomfort.

“What’s wrong, Miss Granger? Has our little blabbermouth finally been left
with nothing to say?”

With no less than a monumental
effort, Hermione found her voice.

“No, sir,” she said
tentatively. “I’m just not sure what it
is you’d like me to say…”

Snape leaned forward to regard her
more closely. “Perhaps, Miss Granger, I
do not want you to say anything at all.”

His hand had come to rest on
Hermione’s hip which did nothing to calm her nerves. That burning, pulsing feeling she’d developed
ever since entering the potions classroom had sprung into a bonfire in her
panties. He obviously did not want to
set the record straight about their indiscrection. Far from it.

“B-but my detention?”

Hermione realized too late the
implication of her question and her face flushed in embarrassment.

He looked surprised at her bold
question which wasn’t so much a bold question as a silly one wrapped up too
tightly.

“Are you looking for punishment,
Miss Granger?” In the stillness of the
potions classroom his voice was as smooth as glass.

Her reply sounded tiny in
comparison. “No, sir.”

In her discomfiture, Hermione had
dropped her gaze. Snape forced her head
back up to meet his eyes. To Hermione’s
surprise and pleasure (deep, deep pleasure) she found desire smoldering beneath
the glittering obsidian irises of her potions professor.

Oh
this is wrong, she thought to herself.
I should leave.

She gasped as she felt a hand slip
between the buttons of her robes. She
couldn’t move, couldn’t tear her gaze away from his eyes, dark tunnels that
seemed to absorb her desire. She felt
her knees weaken as his hand pulled her skirt up.

Any thought of leaving was now
completely forgotten as that hand gently ran across her mound, pushing ever so
slightly against her aching centre before being extracted just as quickly from
the folds of her clothing as it had entered.

“Miss Granger, you could start a
forest fire with the heat coming from between your legs,” he quipped
wryly.

Hermione felt herself moan in disappointment
but didn’t quite realize in time to stop herself from doing it. Her cheeks flamed in desire and embarrassment
over her wanton disregard for any and all propriety.

Propriety? Whose
hand is up whose skirt now?

That random thought coupled with
the intensity of Snape’s gaze boring into Hermione caused a small giggle to
slip between her parted lips.

“Amused, are we, Miss Granger?”
Snape’s velvety tones were deceptively innocent. “Perhaps I should give you your punishment?”

He directed her towards his desk,
pinning her between the hard, mahogany wood and his body. Hermione could feel his arousal against her
thigh and the knowledge it was for her made her temporarily forget he was about
to discipline her.

Not for long, though.

“Punish?” she whimpered.

That strange little smirk that made
Hermione weak returned.

“Perhaps a hard spanking is in
order?”

She squeaked in surprise as his
hand came down across her backside before gripping her left buttock. The sensation was thrilling. It felt wrong but she wanted him to do it
again.

Snape pressed harder against her
pelvis with his own as he gently pushed her hair back, exposing the pale
expanse of her neck. Lightly, he ran his
lips from her ear to her collarbone.
Hermione’s eyes fluttered shut at the sensation. She felt dizzy from her emotions; somewhere
inside of her a voice railed against the complete lack of decorum she was
exhibiting. However, that (very small)
voice was completely eclipsed by the roaring inferno currently burning its way
towards every toenail and hair follicle on her body from her pounding centre.

She felt his lips come down upon
her own and in her desire she wrapped her arms around his neck.

Hermione uttered another surprised
squeak as she felt Snape’s hands lift her up to place her onto the
desktop. She heard the crinkling of
essay scrolls beneath her but neither she nor the professor made any move to
push them aside.

Their lips met urgently, Hermione
returning his kiss with all of the force from her pent up passion. She nipped and suckled on her professor’s
demanding mouth until she was panting, her fiery desire crackling in her brown
eyes.

Hermione did not think it could get
any better, sitting there, snogging her potions professor. Therefore, she was startled and a little bit disappointed
as Snape broke the kiss and wordlessly guided her to lie back onto the desk,
papers crunching beneath the weight of her body.

Hermione was galvanized by the
sinful look he gave her as he peered down from above her. She felt him lift the hem of her robes and
skirt, exposing her thighs and panties to the cool air of the classroom.

Once again, he cupped the mound of
her pubis as he leaned forward to look into Hermione’s eyes.

“How would you like to try
something different, Miss Granger?” he asked, sending a delicious shiver down
Hermione’s spine. She replied with a
perplexed nod.

Snape chuckled and withdrew from
Hermione’s field of vision.

The tantalizing pressure against
her throbbing pussy sadly disappeared but she felt a tug against the waistband
of her panties. She raised her hips to
help and placed her naked bum back onto the cool desk. Being so out in the open made her feel naughty
and she was at once thrilled and ashamed by the state of her undress.

Having been staring at the ceiling
as her professor removed her knickers, Hermione was unaware of what was
happening around her nether regions.
Therefore, she was quite surprised to feel the gentle probing of a
tongue against her aching clit.

She cried out in surprise and in
her haste began to close her thighs like a vice onto Snape’s head. He halted the ear-crushing reaction quickly,
grasping her by the knees and nudging them apart. He kept her thighs pinned against the edges
of the desk to keep her from attempting to suffocate him again as he licked,
nipped and sucked at the heart of Hermione’s arousal.

She couldn’t stop herself from
issuing the low keen even if Dumbledore himself walked in to find them. It was sinful, being teased so openly. Her desire pulsed through her centre. It was as though his tongue was a magnet,
attracting every current of energy traveling through her body.

Even later on she would find
herself almost unable to walk from the desire brought forth by just imagining
her potions professor, on his knees, sending jolts of pleasure to the very
centre of her being solely by his tongue.

He removed his grip on her right
thigh to probe her netherlips with his index finger, running the digit slowly
along her labia. It was a cruel taunt –
Hermione hadn’t known she wanted something inside of her so desperately until
he began to vex her with the possibilty.

“Please…” she moaned, arching her
hips each time his finger came close enough to be inserted.

As she writhed, his mouth came down
upon the hood of her clitoris, sending more jolts of electric bliss coursing
through her. Finally he indulged her
pleading, sliding his index finger to the hilt between her wet netherlips. A second later it was joined by another
finger. She felt delerious as he fucked
her slowly with his fingers and suckled greedily on her sensitive clit. The build-up to her orgasm reached a maddening
crescendo.

No potion on the planet could
replicate the force of her climax. She
trembled from the aftershocks as they coursed through her body while his hand
massaged her thigh. He rose from his
position on the floor and stared down at her, his face expressionless as she
continued to quiver. She met his gaze,
drawn to the power radiating from his gaze.
She could almost see herself lying atop his desk within those dark, obsidian
caves that stared back at her. Hermione
lifted herself up to a sitting position slowly, her eyes still locked to
Snape’s. She wanted to taste herself on
his lips, to catch just a hint of her own desire that rested now on his
tongue.

Between her thighs she could feel
his arousal pressing against her mound.

To her surprise, Snape murmured
coolly, “It is ten o’clock, Miss
Granger. I believe you begin your patrol
at this hour.”

Hermione could not hide the look of
disappointment she gave him.

“But what about –“ Her eyes flicked down towards his erection.

Snape took a step back, removing
all contact between them. As he did so
he concealed his own arousal from Hermione’s view.

“Another night,” he said,
simply.

Hermione got down from the desk,
feeling both awkward and self-conscious.
Her panties she found discarded on the floor. She picked them up quickly, stuffing them
into the pocket of her robes and moved towards the classroom door. As she placed her hand on the doorknob she
turned. Snape was once again sitting at
his desk, this time smoothing out the crumbled sheets of parchment she had been
lying on.

            “Pardon me,
sir, but you never did punish me.”

            She was as
startled as he looked by her bold taunt.
Fear raced through her and her heart lodged itself firmly into her
throat as Snape’s astonished expression slowly melted into an amused smirk.

His tone was low but the silky
reply felt like it had been whispered into her ear.

            “Next time,
Miss Granger.”
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