Disclaimer/ I sadly do not own anything in this story... only my imagination.
AN/ Set after the Final Battle. Warning: does contain small amount of smut, but I'm sure you all wont mind.
Surprising Effects.
Hermione curled up in her usual arm chair in the Gryffindor common room. Nestled in the corner beside the roaring fire, she watched as her fellow students chatted heartily amoungst themselves.
Harry and Ron had once again snuck out to the shrieking shack with Ginny and Luna for a bit of X-rated action before curfew.
Seeing as the existing secret passage ways had yet to be un-sealed, they resulted in using a charm to enlarge Harrys invisibility cloak before they left..
Ron of course had asked if the charm would work on other objects, such as a certain part on the male anatomy.
Hermione, after hearing his ridiculous question replied, "There is not enough magic in the world to help increase the size of your male anatomy!"
She watched Ron's face turn positively beetroot and headed out to of the common room, leaving him with the roar of laughter exploding from Harry, Neville and Seamus.
After taking a relaxing stroll to and from the library, she knew that Harry and Ron had already left as she entered the common room once more.
So yet again Hermione found herself alone on a Friday night.
It wasn't as though she minded too much, she really did enjoy being by herself, well at least up until recently.
She had returned to Hogwarts for her final year after the Final Battle.
If it hadn't been for her need to sit her N.E.W.T's Hermione would have much preferred to take a year away from everything, to live amongst muggles, to live amongst normality.
But alas she needed to sit her N.E.W.T's.
Everyone else seemed to have the same idea, for she was joined by Ron, Harry, Luna, Ginny, Neville and Seamus. It was great to have them with her, but it was also hard as she watched them seep back into normality.
Hermione had always thought herself a strong and powerful witch. Yes, she still considered herself powerful, but strong?
Ever since the Great Battle Hermione had not been herself.
To everyone watching, she was her usual intelligent and witty self. But inwardly she was screaming for help.
Having no close girl friends to confide in she needed some way to vent her emotions.
Sure, Harry was caring, and Ron, well he cared for himself. But she knew that they wouldn't be able to understand what she was going through.
No one had even asked Hermione how she was after the Great Battle. All eyes were on Harry. Of course he had deserved all the attention, he was the hero!
And Ron, well he lost his brother, and gosh did she have sympathy. How many nights did she spend lying in bed with him, holding him while he wept.
How many nights did he wake screaming to find Hermione spooning him while whispering soothing nonsense in his ear.
But herself? 'What about Hermione,' she had heard people say. 'She didn't kill Voldemort and her parents are muggles. What happened to her!'.
She was tortured. Tortured by Bellatrix, while being questioned in the Malfoy Manor.
She had experienced a pain so deep, none could imagine.
And who had helped her? Who had even asked if she was alright?
She had killed people. That wasn't something Hermione did lightly. Of course it was in self defense during the Great Battle, but she had watched the life fade from people's eyes knowing that it was her who had played God.
She had ended their life.
Hermione hugged her legs to her chest as she sat in the arm chair. Allowing her fore head to rest upon her knees, she closed her eyes, listening to the bright flames flicker against the warm chimney stone.
A few hours later she woke with a start in the dark Common room, the only light being the glowing embers in the fireplace.
After cursing herself for falling asleep, she roused herself from the arm chair to stretch and take in her surroundings.
A chime from the clock told her it was midnight. Her nap had left her feeling wide awake and she pondered what to do with herself.
Taking her 'Potions for the brewing Wizard' book from her bag she settled back down and began doing some extracurricular reading.
While glancing through the index Hermione saw a title that caught her eye, 'To Rid Yourself of Sorrow'. Fumbling through the pages in excitement she turned to page 178 and read the description.
"This powerful anti-sorrow potion will rid the drinker of sad thoughts and will increase the well being of the person who consumes it. But alas, it should only be brewed by an experienced Witch or Wizard as if not done correctly; it may send the drinker spiraling deep into a state of depression.
Side effects may include morning drowsiness and increase of sexual libido."
Hermione could feel the giddiness bubbling inside of her as she read the instructions. The Poly Juice Potion she made in second year was ten times more difficult than this. The only part of her she never doubted was her potion making skills.
Being brought up in a muggle home; Hermione spent a lot of happy afternoons baking with her Mother. For Christ sake she could make a Red Velvet Cake blind folded at this stage!
After writing a quick list of ingredients necessary she donned her black cloak, placed a silencing charm on herself and bolted out the door.
She knew the way to Snapes supply closet like the back of her hand.
As she saw the familiar door she withdrew her wand from her sleeve and whispered 'Alohamora'.
The handle clicked and she entered, feeling a rush of adrenaline as she thought about what she was doing. A small giggle escaped her lips. Clasping her hands across her mouth she waited till the need to laugh passed and set about acquiring her ingredients:
20g Dragon Tongue
A Griffin Claw
2 small Doxy Eggs
5g Boomslang parts
2 Fluxweed leaves
30g Scurvy Grass.
As she shoved everything into her bag she heard a rustle from the corridor.
Holding her breath she waited, listing intently for any other noise. After two minutes all she could hear was the thumping of her heart in her head.
Taking this as a sign that the coast was clear she slowly stepped into the corridor. After another minute of utter silence she decided it must have been a mouse and hurried back towards the Common room.
She turned her head to look back as she climbed the stairs, just in time to see a black piece of fabric disappear into the shadows.
Hermione slept until eleven the next morning. This was due to her staying up until half three mixing the potion in the Common room. She knew from experience that no one who woke up in the night ever left there bed.
Pondering the thought, perhaps there was a spell put on the beds to ensure that the sleeper didn't go off and wonder about on a whim.
Lying in her bed, Hermione allowed herself to stretch for a few minutes before getting up and dressing. She felt unusually refreshed and realised that she didn't wake once during the night. Giving herself a pat on the back she made her way down to the Great Hall for breakfast.
She spotted Harry and Ron immediately as they had strategically sat as far away from other people as possible. Noticing that they looked like hell Hermione quickly made her way over to them.
'Good night then I take it?', she smiled, sitting down on the bench opposite.
Ron barely managed a 'garrumph' before chugging on some milky coffee.
Harry, being more polite answered, 'yeah it was thanks, but we did indulge a bit much on the Fire Whiskey and now it seems we are paying for it dearly.'
Hermione laughed loudly which earned her a loud moan from Ron.
'For fuck sake, can't you just shut up! You're making my head ache worse!'
'Well', Hermione snapped,' I'll just leave then.' With that she walked briskly out of the Great Hall. Her happiness had disappeared so quickly she wondered if it had really been there to start with. She didn't even feel hungry anymore.
Lately she hadn't been feeling hungry at all in fact.
Setting her mind on drinking the potion, she hurried back to her bedroom.
When she arrived she grabbed an empty glass and dipped it into the cauldron under her bed.
'Bottoms up', she said and chugged it back, grimacing at the vile taste.
Discarding the incriminating evidence under her bed she pulled back her covers and hopped back in, willing herself to sleep for the remainder of the day.
After twenty minutes she realised it was no use and sat up. Crookshanks sidled up beside her legs and affectionately rubbed against them before leaping into Hermione's open arms.
Stroking the cat absentmindedly, Hermione began to feel slightly serene. It was as if a wave had rolled over her entire body and suddenly she felt a weight lift from her shoulders.
Placing Crookshanks on the bed, she walked towards the mirror handing from the wall. Gazing at her reflection she noticed, much to her amusement, that a smile had slid across her entire face, reaching her eyes.
After spending a questionable amount of time admiring the rare sight of her smile, she decided to indulge herself by sitting by a great oak tree near the lake with a good book.
Grabbing a muggle favorite of hers 'Pride and Prejudice', she headed out of the common room. As she descended the magnificent staircase she spied Professor Snape lurking around the main door, her only exit.
Her heart thumped loudly beneath her jumper. 'Guilty, guilty!' her conscience screamed.
Taking a deep breath and throwing her shoulders back, Hermione headed straight towards the door with a sense of purpose.
Striding nearer she told her conscience to hush, almost afraid that he would hear the voice shrieking inside her head.
Professor Snape, being all too aware of her presence turned around with a sneer pasted to his waxen face.
'Miss Granger, alone again I see? Where are those two imbecilic fools you admire so much?'
Knowing he was talking about Ron and Harry, Hermione braced herself for a quick retort on her part. But realising that she stole from his supply store the previous night, she allowed his cruel comments to hit home.
'I wouldn't know sir.' She said staring defiantly into his cold, black eyes.
'Perhaps,' he growled, his deep baritone voice rumbling in his chest, 'perhaps they are up to no good, breaking school rules.'
Hermione felt herself reel in shock.
'Why would you come to that conclusion, sir?'
'Well', he said coolly, ' I noticed that someone has been dipping into my supply store.'
Once again Hermione's conscience started screaming.
'Not only have they stolen my own personal ingredients,' he continued, 'but they have stolen such items that when mixed together can create a type of... narcotic.' He hissed.
After searching her bank of excuses, she could find none to satisfy the situation and resulted in saying, 'I'm sure that they are probably in Hogsmede with the rest of the school.'
Taking her leave she hurried out the door. As soon as the fresh, warm air hit her face she felt a great deal better.
Hermione headed over to the tree where she had spent many happy afternoons lounging beside with a book for company. Today would be the first day she would go there in nearly two years.
Sitting down on the soft warm ground she noted that it had been just over an hour since she took the wonderful dose of potion. Since the instructions didn't contain any information on how long it would last before it would wear off she needed to note each hour as it passed for future reference.
Following her futile attempts to read her book, Hermione put it down and lay back with an exasperated sigh.
She felt bored, almost mischievous. A sudden craving for something sinful came upon her. Knowing that this must be the side effects of the potion, she lay there fighting the urge until she could fight no longer.
A mere half an hour she spent in the sun, before she ran back towards the castle.
Bursting through the door she was forced to skid to prevent colliding with Professor Snape.
'Watch where you're going you fatuous girl!' He snarled, glaring at Hermione with enraged eyes.
'So s...sorry.' She panted, cursing herself for not being more careful.
After staring at her with dark eyes he hissed 'Get out of my sight!'
Stumbling towards the stairs she heard him say, 'ten points from Gryfyndor.'
Without turning around she nodded and began slowly climbing up the stairs. Reaching the Common room she felt the same rush of mischievous come about her.
Running through the common room she took to the stairs, jumping two at a time until she reached her communal bedroom.
Skirting inside she locked the door before heading towards her bedside table. Extracting her electric toothbrush she rummaged around her knickers drawer until she found the vibrating head she had been given by Ginny for her eighteenth birthday last year as a joke
'Well who's laughing now.' She murmured.
Taking the apparatus, Hermione once again got into bed. Pushing the covers down she stretched her legs open and pulled up her skirt.
Leaving her knickers on she clicked the vibrator on and headed down south. A small gasp escaped from her lips at the first touch. Closing her eyes she moved the vibrator slowly up and down, feeling the sensation rush from her pleasure center up to her face.
Continuing to lightly move it in circular motions she began picturing Viktor Krum and his magical hands. Though she never went further with him, she could still delight in the fact that he had given her one of the most intense orgasms.
Needing more, she reluctantly sat up and removed her jumper and bra. Lying back down, she brought the vibrator up her stomach and towards her breasts. Starting with the left she slowly enticed herself by moving the vibrator around her breast, getting close to her nipple before pulling it away. Noticing how her right breast almost quivered in protest she switched hands and repeated the process, never allowing herself the pleasure of rolling the vibrator over her hardening pink nipple.
After she could no longer take it, she dropped the vibrator and began massaging her nipples with her hands. Rolling the little buds between her fingers, she could feel sudden jolts of need enter her core but fought against it, continuing to lavish her breasts with strokes and grazes of her thumbs.
When her nipples were beautifully erect, Hermione picked up the vibrator and stroked it down her stomach. Heading straight for her nub she pushed the vibrator against her white cotton panties, satisfying the need in her clit.
Reaching a hand down she began massaging down her quim. Breathing deeply, she could feel the pleasure build like a wave in the distance. Increasing the pressure on her clit, her fingers working furiously as she hurried to catch the wave.
It crashed into her suddenly, tearing a loud moan of ecstasy from her moist lips. Feeling the wave run through her body all the way to her toes she held the vibrator against her clit, prolonging the intense sensation that she welcomed so much.
As another orgasm hit her she pulled the vibrator away, moaning loudly as she was once again enveloped by the cool rush in between her thighs.
Allowing herself to bask in the afterglow, Hermione pulled the covers over her and curled up to relax.
After dozing for two hours, she got up and dressed, changing her sodden panties. Her watch read four o' clock. Laughing at her impatient stomach as it growled she headed out of the all too familiar common room door.
Not making the same mistake twice, she took her time descending the stairs. Taking the short-cut she came off the stairs at Professor Snape's supply closet.
'Back so soon?' a voice hissed from the shadows.
Jerking in shock, Hermione turned towards the voice finding Professor Snape emerging from the dark alcove.
'W..what do you mean sir? I'm going for lunch.' She mentally congratulated herself for managing to speak.
Snape took a step forward, closing some distance between them. 'Your expeditions are of no matter to me, however, I saw you sneaking into my supply store last night and emerging with a pathetic grin on your face. Your bag filled with stolen ingredients.' His deep voice sending shivers down her spine.
A familiar need hit her down south.
Fuck.
Closing her eyes, she tried to regain some control on the situation. There were no excuses left in her head, only her primal need. How was she supposed to get out of this one?
'I'm sorry sir. I will accept my punishment.' She felt no need to argue, in fact she just didn't want to. Once again the feeling hit her, but this time it was unforgiving. A small gasp burst from her mouth, echoing in the dark empty hall.
Snape sneered down at her, taking another step which left Hermione staring at his chest. 'Get into my office... now!' He growled, watching as her face displayed a large variety of emotions.
Scrambling towards his office door Hermione wondered how long it would be before she could quench the sexual thirst that she needed so badly.
'Sit.' He ordered, pushing a chair in front of his desk.
Eager to get her punishment over and done with she hurried past him and sat down.
Walking around the desk, Snape sat in his black, gothic style chair. She watched as his black eyes searched her face, finally fixing them on her eyes.
Suddenly she could feel him. He was inside her mind rummaging through her thoughts. It was as if he was rewinding her memory. Once again she pictured yesterday's events. Thinking that he would stop when he saw her in the supply closet. But he didn't. He continued to watch. He felt her need as she sat by the oak tree.
'Stop!' She yelled, but to no avail.
Her professor watched as she touched herself in her bedroom. He witnessed each and every stroke and caress.
He continued to watch, knowing how she felt now.
Hermione kept her eyes fixed on the floor, feeling the heat rush into her face. Terrified of what he would say, terrified of what he wouldn't say.
Risking a quick glance, she saw that Snape's eyes were burying themselves into her. The heat returned to her face and she dropped her glance to the floor.
Watching herself masturbate had only increased her urge. It was the animal inside of her that needed to be tamed.
'Well well, you have been a busy girl.' He said with a smirk.
'That was private!' She snapped, tilting her chin up and looking him in the eyes.
'But,' he continued, ignoring her, 'but even that "private moment" hasn't...sated you.' He hissed, his voice trailing down her spine, she shivered.
This small action drew another smirk from her professor.
Closing her eyes she desperately tried to get control of her body. Her libido was screaming to leap across the desk and let her primal instincts lead the way.
Suddenly she could feel someone at her back, breathing heavily onto her neck. Instead of feeling alarmed, she felt a fire light in her quim.
'So, the know it all student is aroused by her professor.'
A whimper escaped her lips. She felt his hot breath against the back of her neck increasing the shivers down her body.
'Stand up.' He ordered.
Jumping out of her seat she turned to face him, seeing heat in his eyes as they bore into her.
Silently he walked forward, pushing her against the desk. Only then did she notice he had discarded his cloak.
Putting his large hands on either side of her hips, he lifted her and put her sitting on the table. Automatically Hermione opened her legs so he could close the distance. He pushed there lower bodies together and she was aware of his penis large and erect in his trousers.
Not being able to utter a word she leaned towards him, inhaling his musky dark scent. He reeked of testosterone. She released a happy sigh as her body ingested the smell of man.
She was brought back as she felt his hands lifting her jumper off. Willingly she lifted her arms to allow the jumper to come off.
There she sat, on her professor's desk, clad only in her bra and skirt.
Snape reached down between them and removed her panties. As the cold air hit her nether regions she gasped.
Placing a hand on her chest he pushed her back on the table so she lay with her legs dangling off the side. Keeping one hand on her chest, he moved the other one straight towards her pleasure centre. Her body bucked against the sudden touch but relaxed as Snape held her down.
Setting to work massaging her clit with his thumb she moaned loudly giving in to the sensations. He expertly worked his forefinger up and down her quim, covering her in her own juices. She looked up to see him staring down at her as he worked. She held his gaze as she tried to remember to breathe.
After another minute she could feel the familiar wave coming towards her and with one more flick to her clit, she began to spasm with pleasure, rolling in it as she rocked against his hand.
When she had rode the orgasm out she sat up slowly to find that he had retreated back to his chair and was watching her with intense eyes.
Not knowing what to say she pulled on her jumper and went about looking for her panties. But they were nowhere to be seen.
Hermione turned around to face Snape, wondering what would happen next.
'You may leave now.' He said, sounding almost bored.
Confused, Hermione continued to stare at him, trying to think of something to say.
'I will not tell you twice Miss Granger.' He growled.
Feeling rather disoriented, she turned and opened the door. After she heard it click behind her she made her way, once more, back to the common room, fully aware he still had her panties.
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