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Priceless Private Lessons	By : TheTVJunkie Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 34873 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created by JKR and owned by whoever may hold the rights in this very moment you're reading this (JKR?), various publishers including but not limited to Warner Bros. and their corporate affiliates. All recognisable characters mentioned, all situations and events happening are copyrighted by their respective owners.
No money is being made from this fic and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. I consider my musings respectful parodies with a frequent naughty/kinky tenor (Corresponding warnings are given to the best of my knowledge and belief), solely written for free entertainment purposes. Furthermore, writing fanfiction is not only fun to me but also therapy, so please be lenient.

A/N: Welcome everybody to my sequel on 'The Most Powerful Urge Of All'!!! :D You dear readers made me very happy with all the lovely feedback on TMPUOA, thank you so much for that!^^ For those of you who have not read the prequel yet, I recommend you to have a look at it beforehand in order to find out about Hermione's original tryst with our dear professor! ;)

In the following chapters you can look forward to a lot of smut, however, along with a (naughty) background story. Hope you enjoy!^^

Additional tags:
- Sexual Tension
- Teacher-Student Relationship
- Spanking
- Desk Sex
- Vaginal Sex
- Rough Sex
- Anal Sex
- Oral Sex
- Deep Throating
- Sexual Humour
+ + + Lines in italics are supposed to be Hermione's thoughts! + + +

Chapter One - 'Disgraceful Downfall?'

"Get the hell outta here, Ron!"

Ron Weasley ducked instinctively as the bottle that was flung at his head burst against the doorframe. "Go find yourself another stupid chick that you can get sloshed and take advantage of!"

"Hermione?" Ron replied, shell-shocked. "Are you out of your bloody mind? What is the matter with you? You never rejected a glass of red wine before!"

"Oh really? Didn't I, Ron?" Hermione kept sputtering with rage. "Well, that was before I overheard your latest 'master plan' as you like to call it."

Ron cringed. "Um...what exactly did you hear?" He asked sheepishly.

"What exactly did I hear!" Hermione spat at him, perplexed and arms akimbo. "You boasted your plan all over the school yard!" She started mimicking his voice. "I'm Ron Weasley and the concept of my 'master plan' is: First, she gets hammered, and then she gets nailed. Hehe."

Ron frowned. Now he understood her furious behaviour. Hermione had never wanted to be in a committed relationship with him. Nevertheless, they occasionally had had some intimate encounters...until lately.

Sometime, about a month ago, Hermione had almost killed him after their latest sleep over, and kicked him out right afterwards, stating that their 'friendship with benefits' would be over. Hermione hadn't been the same since she'd had to report for detention at Professor Snape's office in the dungeons. After that, Ron had started dating other girls, realising that some wine would make them way more responsive to his efforts than if the girls were sober. Well, of course he had to share this secret knowledge with his male mates at lunch-break...and a little boasting would do his ego good, he thought.

Ron was cut out of his haze by Hermione's hysterical voice. "Ron, you're such a schmuck! Such behaviour is very poor, even by your standards!" She threw a book towards him and reached for her wand. "And now, you're trying to manipulate me. Me, Ron! Now get out of here or I promise, I'll transform you into the pig that you are!"

Ron stumbled backwards, reaching for the door for protection, then slamming it shut quickly behind him. A furious Hermione was a dangerous Hermione. That he knew for sure.

As soon as Ron had left, Hermione headed for the bathroom. She tried to calm down; brushing her bushy hair and applying mascara to her lashes. Unlike Ron, she had matured over the last months. She was Head Girl now. Absent-mindedly she stared at her reflection in the mirror.

Had she been overreacting? Maybe Ron had every right to date other girls and it was none of her business what trickery he used to reach his goals. Still, Hermione was frustrated. Dreamily, she recalled that fateful night of her detention with Professor Snape...

Her worries. Her secret and inappropriate expectations, her spanking, which had turned out to be more of a turn-on than a punishment. And then...

"Damn it!" Hermione snarled to herself. Her encounter with Snape had helped back then. It had made that awful urge go away...for a while. For a very little while, though. But now that urge was back, stronger than ever and Hermione was going nuts over that fact. For weeks she had been trying to deal with the problem; studying harder to get her mind off of her night with the professor, fantasizing about him while she pleased herself and even when she was doing it with Ron. However, it didn't work. Her time with Snape had left an emptiness in Hermione that Ron simply couldn't fill – in more than one way...

Hermione felt a rush of fresh desire dampen her panties.

She had to do something, and since Hermione had just kicked out her one and only chance for intercourse in the near future, the only way to get rid of her ache was...well, confrontation. She was so eager to learn more...

And as with any topic, Hermione wanted to know everything about intercourse, in detail. But much to her dismay, that kind of knowledge wasn't attainable from a book. She definitely needed to get some practice, so she decided with an uncertain heart that the only logical solution to her problem was – as much as the mere thought frightened her - to ask Professor Snape for another 'special detention', or something like that...

The next day Hermione felt her stomach knot as the shrill sound of the familiar school bell ended potions class. She had turned her plan over and over in her mind the whole day and now the moment of truth was near.

Hermione pretended to gather her books and parchments as she watched the other students file out of the classroom out of the corner of her eye, leaving only Professor Snape and herself. Apparently he hadn't noticed her presence yet as he was still pouring over some essays. Hermione sighed silently and walked over to her Potions Master's desk.

"Um...Professor Snape?" Hermione nervously cleared her throat. The professor looked up from his work, his expression as peeved as usual.

"What is it, Miss Granger? Class is over. Stop bothering me." He reached for his red quill.

Nevertheless, Hermione didn't move.

"Professor, I really need to talk to you about...some...um...serious business. Do you have a minute?" He looked at Hermione again and nodded, then motioned for her to fetch herself a chair. Hermione put it in front of his desk and sat down. She plucked up all her courage and steeled herself for the upcoming conversation.

"Well?" He harrumphed. Professor Snape's patience was obviously wearing thin already.

"I need to talk to you about my detention...you remember?" Hermione tried her best to let her voice sound strong and free of any emotion, yet didn't quite succeed at it.

Snape leaned back in his chair, arms folded across his chest. "I do. What about it?"

"I...I guess I..." Hermione struggled for words. "I guess I desperately need a...repeat performance." She finally managed to spit out, mentally head slapping herself over her odd choice of words. Bollocks to that! Well it was out...

Snape arched an eyebrow. "Repeat performance?" He slowly repeated, drawling the words in a silken voice that sent shivers down Hermione's spine. "Is that some odd Muggle-term, implying that your recurring inappropriate wanton desires towards my person still aren't adequately sated?"

"Um...yes, I guess so, Sir." Hermione replied, then quickly added. "Not that I hadn't been sated last time...it's just...that ache has come back and seems to be rather persistent, so..."

Hermione almost leaped to her feet when all of a sudden Snape interrupted her harshly.

"So what exactly do you expect from me, Miss Granger?" He snarled at her, effectively emphasizing his words by leaning over the desk, dangerously scowling down at a deeply blushing Hermione. She held her breath and ducked as she heard him hiss sardonically. "Did you have something...special in mind or do you think it sufficient if I just spanked and brutalized you over my desk as I did before?"

Hermione gasped, Snape's deliberately chosen words instantly eliciting naughty memories of the night of her detention, dirty images popping up in her mind uncontrollably. As much as every ounce of her body wanted to scream 'YEEESSSSS!' that tiny, tiny remaining common sense in her hormone overloaded brain forced her to answer in a coherent sentence.

"Actually...I hoped to learn something, Professor." Hermione replied, hardly audible. It took her great effort to concentrate on pressing her thighs tightly together as she frantically tried to avoid the fact that her scent of arousal would betray her, like it did last time. Nonetheless, she couldn't help her physical response to Snape's intimidating and sinister demeanour. Hermione just hoped that she would manage to hide it...

Professor Snape looked bewildered at her answer, leaned back and narrowed his eyes. "Go on."

Hermione sighed with relief as she recovered her personal space. Well, at least she seemed to have his attention now...

"Well, you see, Sir...I had thought it might be appropriate to combine business with pleasure, and since that urge definitely won't go away by itself, I had hoped you could...teach me something in the process? Rather than simply...ravish me until I can't tell up from down..."

Did she really just say that? Hermione wrung her hands in nervousness. "Please?"

Snape didn't answer. The air was tense to the breaking point as he simply sat there and considered Hermione Granger. This was so characteristic for her; always the eager student, always keen on learning, no matter what, absorbing every tiny piece of knowledge like a sponge. Hardly surprising that she tried to approach such a delicate issue as sex in the same manner; with logical thinking and a scientific attitude. He was her teacher; she wanted to be taught by him. Simple logic. The professor couldn't fight back a quick smirk as he saw the image of him, mounting Hermione before his inner eye, Hermione meticulously writing down notes as he did so. Yes, he thought she would be quite capable of such behaviour.

While Snape was playing this scene quickly in his head, Hermione could have sworn that for the blink of an eye she had seen a smirk upon his usually cold and stern features. Hmmm. Now, was that a good sign?

It seemed an eternity before Snape finally replied to her indecent proposal. "So, Miss Granger, am I getting this right? You're not only asking me to fuck you but to give you private lessons in how to fuck as well?"

Hermione cringed at the bluntness of his statement; unlike her, Snape obviously did not have any problem in speaking out loud what he was thinking. Hermione swallowed hard.

"Basically...yes."

Snape regarded her again. Now that, he had definitely not expected. Hmmm. That naive and curious little Miss know-it-all most likely had no idea what she was getting herself into. Very well, time to clarify that Miss Granger would probably get way more than she had bargained for.

"I see. Very well, Miss Granger..." Snape gave her a smug glance. "...in that case I presume you are aware of the fact that such private lessons would include several tasks that you might not have considered yet." Hermione blinked at him, not yet catching his drift.

He tried again. "As in class, my private lessons would prove to be thorough, challenging and...arduous. I tolerate neither 'pick and choose' nor shirking away. If you are taking this seriously, you must be prepared to go for...the whole package."

The professor intentionally overemphasized the last few words, wondering when the penny would finally drop. Usually Miss Granger was quick with comprehension but now she just seemed so preoccupied that she overlooked the most obvious.

"The...whole package?" Hermione repeated uneasily. Snape sighed in annoyance.

"Meaning..." He explained in a silky voice, looking her straight in the eye to boost the shock of realisation that was just about to strike her with all its force. "...involving any opening anatomically provided."

Hermione's eyes grew wide, her jaw dropped and she started breathing quickly. Blimey! How could she have forgotten about taking those options into consideration? Hermione cursed her hormone-flooded brain for such a careless mistake.

"What?" She asked weakly, playing for time as she simultaneously tried to calm her adrenaline-fuelled thoughts and other parts of her that were making themselves known. Her original plan was now completely thrown out of joint.

Would I? Could I? Hell, I didn't even know how exactly...oh crap, I'm screwed...!

"You heard me, Miss Granger." Snape purred. "I never do things halfway. It is all or nothing...your choice." He looked towards the old clock sitting in one of the classroom's corners. "And make it a quick one."

Hermione started shifting in her chair uncomfortably. This was quite a mess she had gotten herself into and as her professor had already hinted, time was running pretty short for an answer. As much as parts of her simply wanted to run and hide, she also recalled that cowardice was definitely not a Gryffindor quality.

"Tick-tock, Miss Granger. I am losing the little interest I had in this conversation – which can be very dangerous. Your answer...NOW." Snape hissed scornfully.

"Alright!" Hermione scrambled to say. "Alright Professor, I'm in." She couldn't believe her ears as she heard herself giving this unconditional and binding promise.

"Very well." Snape nodded in agreement. "Now, just for the record – you initiated this arrangement, not me. This gives you the freedom to stop it whenever you see fit." Professor Snape stated as if he were reciting the school regulations. "Nonetheless..." He added with a sadistic smirk "…you ought to keep in mind that if you decide to do so - for your own sake - don't you ever dare come crawling back to me, begging for release from you carnal desires. Is that understood, Miss Granger?"

Hermione listened carefully, realising the seriousness in his statement as she nodded slowly. Just as she was about to sigh in relief over the loop-hole she had been given, Hermione was completely taken aback by Snape's immediate course of action.

Rising from behind the desk, he predatorily walked around it, invading Hermione's personal space once more. Stopping right beside her, the professor glanced down at her with piercing black eyes that sent shivers of thrill all through poor Hermione.

"And now, Miss Granger, would you kindly drop to your knees?" For a split second Hermione thought she might have misheard and cringed, blinking at the professor in disbelief. "I don't appreciate repeating myself." He warned her, making it certain to Hermione that her ears worked perfectly well.

"Now?" She asked in a raspy, breaking voice, then, somewhat dazed, pushed back her chair and complied shyly. "Here?" Hermione kept asking, realising that they were still in the potions classroom.

"Can you think of a place more appropriate for a student to be taught than in a class room, Miss Granger?" Snape asked sarcastically as he unbuckled his belt, Hermione staring towards his crotch as if hypnotized. She hadn't seen much of 'it'; actually nothing really. That memorable night of her first and only detention; everything had happened so quickly and before she had known what was happening she had found herself facing backwards on Professor Snape's desk, her professor working her mercilessly to the moment of absolute bliss.

Hermione snapped out of her haze suddenly her tender hand was wrapped around something warm and pulsating. Instinctively, she flinched from the unfamiliar contact but was firmly held in place.

"First lesson..." She heard Professor Snape instructing her. "...familiarize yourself with the equipment provided." He loosened his grip on her hand and preferred to smugly watch the scenario as, just like the Professor had expected, Hermione's natural curiosity for knowledge and new challenges kicked in.

Reluctantly at first, a flush faced Hermione started examining that throbbing monster in front of her. Oddly enough, pretty soon she even had the same expression on her face as in Potions class the other day, when the students were supposed to dissect a Mandrake - a development that Snape didn't quite approve of in this very situation. Plus the fact that he couldn't deny that some of Miss Granger's probably unwittingly sensual touches did have quite an effect on him. If she were aware of it, it would give her some power over him that he definitely didn't want to give up.

"Enough...examination." Snape hissed through clenched teeth as he freed himself from her touch. "Now for a little preview of what I expect from you in the near future, Miss Granger." He spoke sternly, his tone causing Hermione to soak her dripping undergarments even more. "Open your mouth."

A shocked expression quickly took over Hermione's features. Suddenly it came to her that Snape hadn't locked the door of the classroom so there was a fair chance of being caught in an awfully compromising situation. She nervously peered towards the classroom door.

"Are you expecting anyone, Miss Granger?" Snape asked with a smirk. "I doubt the 'Daily Prophet' is interested in your disgraceful downfall."

Yuk! Hermione envisioned Rita Skeeter's catchy headline: 'Scandal at Hogwarts! Head girl giving head…' Hermione shuddered, trying to banish the thought immediately.

"Um, what about the door, Sir?" Hermione asked anxiously. "Don't you think you'd better lock it?"

Well, she had a point there. Snape took out his wand and quickly warded the room. "No more excuses now, Miss Granger." He brought his hand into the hair on the back of her head. "Open. Your. Mouth." The professor flashed his eyes at her. "And let me make one thing perfectly clear," He eyed her intently, "If you ever bite me, intendedly or not, I'll hex you. Severely."

Hermione swallowed hard, moistening her lips. Her heart pounded like crazy as she closed her eyes and Snape guided her open mouth towards his member. She winced at first but tried hard to get used to the feeling of engulfing parts of her potions master's length.

This was quite a weird experience. Hermione was surprised that it didn't feel too bad at all, the taste she discerned was somewhat earthy and salty, quite different from the horrifying stories of dried body fluids and sweat she had been told about. She also couldn't help the fact that she was terribly turned on by her current situation.

"Good girl." Hermione heard Snape hiss again while shifting his hips dangerously. "Well then, for your sneak peek. Beware, Miss Granger." That said, Hermione felt a sharp tug on her hair, causing her head to move forward abruptly as she met Snape's thrust. His length passed that sensitive area at the roof of her mouth; evoking the natural urge to gag.

Hermione started panicking, trying to gasp for air and free herself from Snape's grip on the back of her head. He let go of her and watched with sadistic amusement as Hermione plopped down onto her butt in outright bewilderment, panting heavily.

"Backing down already, Miss Granger?" The professor asked with a smug smile. "Think twice about your answer as I intend to do that...quite a bit." He arched an eyebrow at her. "Skill comes with practice, as you know. Hence, there will be practice." Snape secretly counted on her ambition. She only needed to be pushed a little in the right direction.

The old clock struck seven in the evening. "Ah, supper." Professor Snape stated casually. "Lesson's done for now. I expect you back at nine."

Hermione got to her feet, still in a trance. "Back in class?" She asked silently.

"No. At that late hour my private rooms will be more adequate." Snape replied. "I'm sure you remember the way to the dungeons, don't you?" Hermione nodded as he ushered her out of the class room after withdrawing the protective spells from the room.

"Very well then, Miss Granger. Nine o'clock sharp. And explicitly NO makeup." He added, referring to her mascara.

"Alright Professor, no makeup." Hermione was too upset to ask for the reason of his last request and for the moment she didn't really care. All she cared about was a good amount of pumpkin juice and mashed potatoes for dinner to get her mind off this odd and surreal, yet so alluring encounter...

A/N: Alright!^^ *fanning myself* When you all have cooled down a bit, I'd be happy for a review!^^ Did you like the humour?

For everybody who's interested: My co-author and I have written an essay on the psychological reasons and recurring patterns in naughty/kinky fanfiction using the example of Harry Potter fics (Snape/Hermione/Lucius-centric). You can read it here:

http://original.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=600105603
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