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Dear Diary	By : Fervesco Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 6636 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Dear Diary
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Snape gets his hands on something Hermione would rather he didn’t — but this leads to Snape getting his hands on something Hermione rather he did.

Dear Diary
SS/Hr NC-17 PWP
COMPLETE!

AN: Ah, my first little tryst into the world of SS/Hr. I’ve finally given in. (Oh, what a shame!) It’s a little darker than my other fics.
I actually started this some time ago and have finally decided I’m brave enough to dig it out the archives and post it; please, let me know what you think! Might persuade me to continue with this pairing. Can anyone point me in the direction of other places to post this? It’d be much appreciated!

Disclaimer: Not mine - need I say any more?

Hermione was finding potions particularly distasteful that wintry afternoon. Not only were they making a decidedly difficult healing potion, which would normally have been only a slight challenge to her genius, but she had been paired with Neville Longbottom. It wasn’t that she minded helping Neville to avoid his usual catastrophes, but she preferred to do so when he was ultimately responsible for the outcome. She hated the idea that the klutz had an influence on her own grades. And to top it off Professor Snape was being even viler towards her than usual, and this was making her horny.
She really didn’t know why she had suddenly found the surly potions master so attractive - after all he only bothered to notice her when he had an excuse, albeit usually a fairly lame one, to remove points from Gryffindor. Today he seemed iculicularly bent on removing as many as possible.
‘Neville!’ she hissed as he was about to pour a dish full of sliced wormwood into the bubbling cauldron before them. ‘Grated, not sliced!’
‘Sorry,’ he said, looking down right depressed. Potions was always a strain on his fragile ego.
Hermione sighed, and went back to studying the instructions in the book before her.
Suddenly there was an almighty explosion to her left, which she became caught up in, finding her sprawled against the wall in a rather unladylike manner. Whipping her head in the direction of their desk, now four feet away, she saw Longbottom standing there, his eyebrows once again gone, his hair standing on end, holding what appeared to be blackened remains of the dish of wormwood.
‘Miss Granger!’ Snape bellowed, marching across the room towards the pair, his face contorted in anger. ‘What the hell did you think you were doing, you silly girl!’
‘But sir, I didn’t—’
‘It was me,’ Neville spoke in a whisper, shaking in his boots. ‘I accidentally dropped a piece of wormwood in before it was grated.’
‘Be that as it may, Longbottom, we all know what an imbecile you are, including Miss Granger!’ Snape growled. ‘Why were you not supervising him like I demanded?!’
Hermione rose to her feet, and set her jaw in a firm line. ‘I told him to grate—’
‘Whatever!’ Snape sneered with a dismissive wave of his hand. ‘The two of you will stay here until you have cleaned up this mess! And I mean all of it! Miss Granger, may I suggest you start with picking up your possessions!’ He turned to head back to his desk. ‘And fifty points from Gryffindor Miss Granger, for being as idiot as your classmate!’
Hermione scowled at his back as the rest of Gryffindor groaned. It was then she comprehended what he had said about her things. Indeed, it seemed all her books and papers, which she had piled neatly on the desk, were now strewn around the room.
Oh my lord! My diary! She panicked. What on earth had possessed her to even bring it to class? It would’ve only taken a second to have dropped it back in her room… She began hastily picking up her possessions, looking desperately for the notebook that held all her secrets.
‘Harry!’ she hissed at him from where she knelt next to his desk, picking up her Magical Creatures text. ‘Have you seen my diary?’
‘No talking Miss Granger, or I shall remove more points! Is that what you want?!’ Snape bellowed from the front of the class. ‘I think your popularity with the Gryffindors has already taken a dive this afternoon!’
Hermione didn’t bother to take even a moment to glare him, she was too desperate to find the diary. It wasn’t under any of the desks she could see, and then she heard the faint sound of swishing robes, and without even having to look up she knew what had happened.
‘Oh, look, Miss Grangers diary!’ Snape sounded more pleased than Hermione had ever heard him. ‘And what little insignificant events have you been angsting over this week, Miss Granger? Perhaps we should take a look?’
Hermione froze in her steps. She saw Malfoy and a lot of the other Slytherins grinning at the prospect of embarrassing the head girl.
‘Dear diary,’ Snape read, in a high pitched girly voice. ‘I can’t stand it! He is just so sexy! I just want to take him right in the class! I want to feel his—My, my, Miss Granger, I think I’d better skip this bit, wouldn’t want to be corrupting any of the little innocents here, correct Mr Longbottom?’
Neville became red and flustered.
‘Please, Sir,’ Hermione begged, approaching the front of the room where he stood.
‘Oh, he is just so hot! I wish —’ Severus weren’t my teacher, Hermione finished off in her head. She glanced at the potions master, and he was utterly fixated on the book before him. He looked up at Hermione and she couldn’t read his face. ‘Detention Miss Granger!’ he demanded. ‘This is utterly inappropriate for any Hogwarts student!’
Oh crap! thought Hermione.

‘So, Hermione, who was it that you wrote about?’ Ron teased when they reached the Gryffindor common room.
‘Shut up, Ron!’ Hermione yelled at him. She was so utterly embarrassed. This was not the behaviour of a Head Girl.
‘Was it me?’ Harry teased, with a grin.
‘Or how about me?’ Ron said, a little too seriously.
‘Oh just shut up!’

She arrived at detention right on time, not wanting to give Snape any more ammo - though he had plenty enough, he had never given her diary back.
‘Ah, Miss Granger. Do come in and take a seat,’ he snarled when she tapped hesitantly on his open office door. She perched herself on the edge of the chair opposite his, not daring to look him in the face. He flicked his wand at the door, and it slammed shut with such force behind her that she though the castle might collapse. Wishful thinking, Hermione, she sighed to herself.
‘Well, well, what am I to think of this?’ Snape dropped the offending diary onto his desk right in front of her with a bang, causing her to jump again. ‘I hardly find these to be appropriate thoughts for one of my students!’
‘I’m sorry, Sir,’ Hermione said in little more than a whisper as she nervously wrung her hands.
‘And you could’ve at least got me right,’ Snape grinned evilly. ‘I’m hardly that bloody caring, Miss Granger. Especially not with hormonal know-it-all students.’
Hermione looked up at him in surprise. What exactly was he saying.
‘Sorry, Sir?’
‘Merlin, girl, what was it you wrote?’ Snape flicked through the offending books pages. ‘Ah, here it is - He paused and asked if I was all right before slowly entering me. Now does that really sound like something I would do? I am utterly disgusted, Miss Granger! IF you are going to write down your little fantasies about me, not only should you have been prudent enough for me not to have got my hands on them, you should’ve at least done it right!’
Hermione was utterly speechless. This was not at all what she had anticipated from him. What did he expect her to say?
‘Perhaps I should sort out this misunderstanding,’ Snape went on, his voice quieter, but somehow more terrifying. Hermione shivered. ‘Now, would that be an appropriate punishment, Miss Granger?’
‘Uh, what precisely do you mean, sir?’ Hermione enquired, her insides doing a little skip. He couldn’t possibly mean what she thought he did, could he?
‘You stupid girl!! What do you think I mean?! Perhaps you don’t deserve such..’
‘No, no, Sir, I think that would be completely appropriate!’ Hermione interrupted, not wanting to lose this opportunity.
‘SO I should think so!’ Snape looked at Hermione for a moment. ‘Well then, what are you waiting for? Another bloody invitation? My patience is wearing thin, Miss Granger!’
Hermione all but leapt from her seat, and found her self soon standing before the seated Potions Master, now utterly unsure of where to start.
‘Don’t tell me you’ve never done this before, Miss Granger,’ he sneered. ‘Surely you and that Weasley—’
‘No,’ Hermione replied.
‘No, SIR!’ Snape hissed.
‘Sorry Sir, no Sir!’
‘But you are not a virgin?’ Snape pursued, looking at her with disgust.
‘Uh, no Sir,’ Hermione replied.
‘Well, come on then, which of those stupid little Gryffindors have you been off humping? Bloody Potter, I suppose!’
‘No, Sir. Neville, Sir.’
‘That imbecile? Not so bright after all, are we Miss Granger! Can’t even begin to imagine how pathetic that must have been!’
‘I did quite enjoy it, Sir,’ Hermione said, rather defensively.
‘Well, I suppose when you have nothing to compare it to, but I shall fix that.’
He pulled her into his lap with such force that Hermione didn’t even see it coming. His mouth descended up on hers, and the kiss that followed was hungry, and desperate. Almost brutal. He tangled his fingers in her curly hair, pulling her closer, then yanking hard, pulling her head back violently and exposing the bare flesh of her neck. He proceeded to gently taste the salty skin there, and Hermione let out a little whimper, just before he took a nip with his teeth, changing her whimper into a yelp.
Snape roughly pulled her shirt over her head, and Hermione heard several of the buttons pop off and ping across the room. He made quick work of yanking off her bra, and Hermione watched the white lace flutter to the ground. She was still captivated by the piece of material when a sudden pain flinched through her right nipple. She yelped again, jumping in the potion masters lap. Snape groaned, then snapped, with fury burning in his eyes ‘You are not to move until I say so!’
Hermione nodded her head.
‘Sorry, I didn’t hear that?!’
‘Yes, Sir.’
Snape moved his focus back to her breasts, his hands cupping them, as if weighing them up. Tugging one of them up, he dipped his head and clasped the erect nub of her nipple between his teeth. Hermione went rigid in anticipation - she wasn’t sure whether she should be scared or elated. She found the latter taking over. His teeth grazed along her flesh as he released her, his lips reclaiming her nipple at the last moment. He sucked hungrily, giving her a look of warning when she involuntarily bucked her hips against his. Hermione bit her lip, trying to regain some self-control. It was a losing battle. Snape rose his hand to her free breast, clasping its nipple between his slender fingers. He gave the rosy bud a quick pinch. Hermione groaned, her hips moving again.
‘That is it, Miss Granger! No more niceties!’ Snape bellowed. He grasped her around the hips, planting her feet on the floor. Hermione was about to protest, apologise, do anything to make him resume his attentions, when Snape got to his feet, spinning her around in the process. He pushed her forward without the slightest sense of caring, so that she was bent over his desk, her pert bottom pointing towards him. Snape ran his hands up under her skirt, hooking his index fingers over waistband of her panties. He yanked them down, and threw them to the floor. Hermione heard the sound of fingers against material, and despite knowing what was to come, she still groaned as he plunged into her depths in one swift move. She felt her insides stretch to accommodate his large shaft, and felt her inner muscles clamp down on him. The sense of fullness sent shivers through her body. Snape paused for a moment or two, before slowly pulling out, leaving just his head resting inside her tight cunt. He pounded back into her, and Hermione groaned again.
‘You like that, huh?’ he growled in her ear.
‘Oh, yes Sir!’
‘See how you like this then!’
Snape pulled quickly back, before grinding back into her. He pounded in and out of her with out relenting. Hermione found herself overwhelmed with pleasure. She gripped tightly at the edge of the desk, her knuckles turning white. Finally, just as she thought she couldn’t possibly take anymore, she felt her muscles contract and a wave of tingly warmth flood through her body. Snape let out a feral groan, spilling over the edge and joining her in oblivion.
Hermione recovered a little more quickly than he, finding herself pinned between the cool wooden surface of his desk and the sweaty Potions Master himself. Finally Snape hauled himself off her, and to his feet. Hermione moaned at the sense of loss.
‘Well, Miss Granger, I think that should give you some more material for your precious little diary?’ Snape sneered at her, as he deftly did his pants back up.
‘Yes, Sir,’ Hermione replied, a tiny smile on her lips.
‘Well, what are you waiting for you silly girl? A proposal? Get dressed and get out!’
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