Chapter 9: In which progress is made
In Hermione's mind, Snape pressed himself against Lucius, his hand trailing down his chest, tweaking his nipples on the way. Down his hand trailed to Lucius's hard erection. He moaned in appreciation, his head falling backwards on Snape's shoulder.
The imaginary Snape gave a saucy wink - which he would never have done in real life - and wrapped one hand around Lucius's cock milking out a drop of pre-cum. Lucius gave a very un- Lucius smile as he turned around and brushed his fingers over the head of Snape's cock. He positioned Snape for optimum view and then dropped to his knees. He cupped his tight ass and then enveloped him in his mouth. Lucius started to suck, his cheeks hollowing with each swish of his tongue. Urged by the grip of Lucius's hand on his ass, Snape began thrusting in earnest into his mouth. He showed every sign of loving it, his face alight with pleasure. Lucius was now sucking Snape's cock like his life depended on it…
Hermione's fantasy was loudly interrupted by the real Snape gagging. He was absolutely disgusted by what he was seeing. It wasn't that he had anything against people preferring other people of their own sex (it wasn't uncommon between the Death Eaters) but seeing himself having sex with someone he had once called a friend was absolutely horrifying. The little minx was torturing him.
It was rather disturbing especially because even although his own mind didn't like what he was seeing, Hermione's body was reacting ever so slightly to what she was imagining and that was also affecting him. Getting thrills from Hermione's body wouldn't have been a bad thing if the fantasy had been different he mussed to himself.
"Alright Granger I will shut up for the night" he huffed, desperately hoping to distract her.
Hermione giggled, buried deeper under the covers and in no time she was drifting off into la la land.
The next morning she awoke fervently praying that by some kind of miracle Snape was going to be out her head or even better, that it had all been a dream.
No such luck. "Severus" she growled as she stared at what had once been her favourite pair of fluffy pink pyjamas and was now a very sexy see-through silver and green negligée. Cursing him she grabbed her sheet and hastily wrapped it around herself before any of the other girls noticed what she was wearing.
"Flubberworm brain" she grumbled under her breath as Snape made his appearance in her brain by laughing so hard her whole brain thundered. "So not funny" though Hermione still bleary eyed and dragging herself to the bathroom to try and sort out the frizz bomb on her head.
Closing her eyes she stripped off and got into her school uniform at the same time ignoring Snape who kept insisting he really didn't mind if she kept her eyes open.
Hermione was seriously starting to consider drastic measures to get him out. Using a hook like the Egyptians used to use to take the brain out through the nose was the latest possibility she had started to think about it but instead of taking the brain she could try and drag Snape out. Of course she wasn't stupid enough to try it but it was rapidly getting exasperating.
She went down to the common room to wait for Harry and Ron.
"Oi, Mione, did you know the Greasy Git has left? About time if you asked me" smiled Ron as he bounced down the stairs, a big grin on his face as the thought of not having to do Potions was one of the best feelings in the world for him.
Snape was not amused. He used Hermione's hand to make an extremely rude gesture at him.
"Well, he looks like he fell out of the ugly tree and hit every branch on the way down." Snapped Snape.
Hermione rolled her eyes , linked her arms with the boys and walked down the corridor down to breakfast at the same time trying to convince Ron that she hadn't been rude to him, she was only doing a rude gesture to one of the fourth years that had stood on her Transfigurations book.
"Of course" Snape said sarcastically "You're not even capable of telling your friends what is wrong".
"I'm not going to tell them. They will start avoiding me just to avoid you" she grumbled silently and stuffed a spoonful of porridge in her mouth just to avoid Harry's questions on how she felt.
The first class of the day was Charms. Hermione and Snape were worried because they hadn't managed to coordinate her arms so they decided the best idea was for her to do all the spells just with her right hand just because Snape could have done it with her right arm but it wasn't his best subject and neither of them wanted the teacher to notice them.
After successfully avoiding attracting attention Hermione was horrified to discover that the next class was Potions and in the absence of Snape, Headmistress McGonagall was going to be in charge of the class.
"I'll take charge on this one" said Snape smiling to himself. After all, two days without being able to brew were starting to get to him.
Just before entering class Ron grabbed her arm and pulled her around the corner.
"What do you want? We're going to be late" said Hermione looking at him and tapping her foot impatiently on the floor.
"Would you like to go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend" blurted Ron
"We always go together to Hogsmeade" she replied glancing down at her watch.
"Yes, but together like on a date this time" he said, blushing bright red.
"Not again" she groaned to Snape. "Ron you known I don't like as more than a friend"
"But we could just try it" he pleaded.
Snape was furious. How dare the little brat try and take what was his? Hermione's right hand lifted and smacked Ron over the head.
"No is no, for the billionth time Ron. Get a dictionary and look up the word no" said Hermione improvising as she really didn't want to explain why she had smacked him.
Ron glared at her "All right, Miss frigid, I would like to see anyone wanting to date you that wasn't me" and stomped off to Potions."
Well thank Merlin she hadn't accepted the date she mussed to herself. Surprisingly she was kind of grateful Snape had hit him. At least this way he would stop asking her out every time he saw her.
"I would date you" said Snape softly.
"Ah so now you would date me?" grumbled Hermione bringing up pictures of him storming away as McGonagall questioned her about the room where they had been stuck.
"Not one of my better moments, I admit" he said as Hermione walked into the Potions class.
"When I get out we'll go on a proper date"
Hermione sniffed .Inside she was thrilled but that didn't mean she was going to tell him. He could suffer for a while. Snape smirked as he was able to feel her excitement without her knowing.
They got on as best they could with the Engorging Potion they had to do.
Hermione could just feel Ron glaring at her back. He and Harry had refused to sit with her after what had happened. She just knew he was going to go running and crying to Harry about how mean she was. So now she had to sit with Seamus Finnigan who had a tendency to set things on fire.
Hermione let her mind wander as Snape was doing everything for her. His Potions skill miles above everyone else's he brewed, stirred and added ingredients at the speed of light only using Hermione's right hand.
She was going over every single book she had ever read trying to find a solution to the problem because if they continued like this it was more than probable one of them was going to go insane. She came up with zero. At this rate of Snape didn't manage to come up with a solution they were going to have to ask the Headmistress to help them or they were going to have to leave the school to get outside help.
Snape finished with time to spare and spent the rest of the class complaining to Hermione about the lack of skill all the idiots in her class had with Potions. He was driving her up the wall.
Luckily time was up and Hermione rushed out the class to avoid having to speak to Harry who was pushing past the other Gryffindors to get to her.
She grabbed a sandwich from the lunch table and hid behind a statue and happily munched away as she argued with Snape about new ways to get him out.
Thank Merlin the next class after lunch was Arythmancy which she didn't share with Harry and Ron and at least that way she could come up with some sort of explanation about her unusual behaviour.
Snape was bored, as in incredibly and utterly bored. Arythmancy had never been one of his favourite subjects. He really wished he could go to his office and read a good book without Granger to pass the pages.
A bored Snape was always a problem. Once he had finished picking Hermione's brain and had tried having a conversation with her (she was ignoring him and trying to pay attention) he decided to annoy her a little. If she had managed to distract him with fantasies he was going to do exactly the same but with ones he could also enjoy.
He imagined Hermione in a long silk dress, her breasts rolling lazily under the silk, her nipples hardening against him, making him want them in his mouth. He sensed the arousal in her skin as he kissed her jaw and along her neck, his hands stroking her through the silk, down her back and over her buttocks, sliding round, and cupping her lightly between the legs. She sighed and writhed against his palm. The subtle extra pressure between her legs as he raised her made her gasp once, but his face, nuzzling under the silk strip and finding the skin of her breast, made her gasp even louder.
She wrapped her legs around his hard stomach as he kissed her nipples and they dreamily, offering her stomach and abdomen to his lips before swimming around behind him when his kisses got to her hips, pulling his top off over his head.
He laughed and tossed her into the bedroom toward the enormous cloud of his bed, grabbing one end of the silk and setting her twisting in the air like a spinning-top. A delightfully unravelling one…
Snape let her turn slowly in the air as he removed the rest of his clothes and watched her nakedness reveal itself to him.
She caught the swing of her hair and pulled it back off her face, tipping her lips, slightly parted, up to him and sharing a breath as they kissed and released tongues and moans into each other's mouths.
Her naked front pressed against a descending stream of kisses, nips and licks as she floated up in front of him, powerless in his grip as he poised her hips effortlessly above his face, and lowered her onto his tipped up mouth.
The full blossom between her legs had never been more enticing to him than it was now, the dewy moisture collecting around her pink lips as he ran his tongue between them…
"STOP" screamed Hermione at the top of her voice. The entire class turned and stared at her.
"Miss Granger what is the problem?" asked Professor Vector raising her eyebrows at the red-faced young woman in front of her.
"Nothing" stammered Hermione trying very hard to ignore Snape laughing and the wetness of her panties.
"I think you should go to the Hospital Wing, I fear you are not quite well" said Professor Vector.
Hermione hardly waited to reply and practically ran out the class.
"I'm going to kill you" she screamed at Snape. "How in the name of Nimue am I supposed to concentrate with you doing that? Fix it now!"
Hermione was practically trembling with need as she ran to her empty dorm room. "I suppose by what you have been showing me you won't be adverse to what I'm about do" she said ripping her clothes off.
Snape was stunned. He hadn't thought she was going to react so much to his fantasies. But of course, who was he to complain…
She let her other hand drop down past her tummy to caress the top of her bare thigh. She closed her eyes, tilting her head back, wondering if she should pleasure herself, or perhaps only tease. Her fingers roamed over her breast, pausing to roll a nipple. She licked her lips in anticipation.
Her hand moved slowly from her y thigh to her soft pubic mound. She brushed one fingertip lightly against her clitoris. Snape was practically hyperventilating.
"Let me Hermione, let go, I will do the work" he said as he lifted Hermione's arm.
"Stand in front of the mirror" he ordered, that would let him see what he was doing, making the thrill even bigger for him.
Hermione's breath increased. She closed her eyes as her hand rubbed against her clitoris in mesmerizing circles. It sent a quiver of pleasure into both of them. Snape moaned softly.
Hermione cupped her left breast as Snape used her right hand to continue to work erotic magic on her clit. As if transfixed, her eyes slid open and she stared at her flushed face in the mirror. She gasped as Snape slid her fingers into her dripping vagina. Her pussy quivered, sending throbs of arousal through both of them. The sensation was almost like having sex, yet with an edge of teasing, not satisfaction.
Squirming beneath his sensual ministrations, she forced herself to stand closer and peered into the mirror. She wanted him to witness her orgasm.
Her legs opened as he made her fingers pump in and out a little faster.
Abruptly, he stopped. Her desire just below the threshold of orgasm, and they both moaned in delicious frustration.
She stared intently at her hard, pointed nipples and damp, glistening thighs. Sliding up to within a few inches of the glass, he used her hand to part the soft curls concealing her mound and rubbed the swollen nub of flesh buried just inside the tingling folds of her pussy. She gasped and felt her entire body quiver in response. Her free hand found a nipple and squeezed, increasing the sensation to almost irresistible levels. Her orgasm began to build deep inside her body. She was shivering almost continually now, her eyes fighting to remain open.
"That's it my little minx" he moaned softly as he continued using her hand to touch herself. Snape was in seventh heaven it was incredible to feel and see her body in that state.
Sweat glistened across her upper arms, as the heat of her blood caused her body to flush with more and more warmth. Faster and faster he moved her hand, her slippery fingertips running in circles across her feverish, pulsing clit. The soft inner wetness of her pussy increased and they both moaned again, eyes fluttering. She watched herself draw ever closer to total release, marveling at the incredible sensations that were sweeping through her entire body. She tapped the aroused node of flesh protruding from her soaking pussy, toying with it, stroking it, ever harder, until at long last her orgasm swelled beyond all restraint. The knowledge that he was seeing and was part of what was happening making the experience even more incredible and thrilling for her.
She went up on tiptoe as she came, the incredible climax raging through her nearly helpless body. He was able to feel the inner walls of her pussy contract and release. Her clit throbbed and pulsed and all strength drained from both of them as her orgasm erupted.
After what seemed an eternity, they sighed as the orgasm receded into beautiful afterglow. On wobbly legs she reached the bed and sat, letting herself fall against the pillow.
Snape felt rather smug he was able to make his witch feel like that. He had earlier in the morning come to the conclusion the she was his and no one was ever going to touch her except him. Now he just had to convince her of that.
Unknowingly to him Hermione had managed to grasp that train of thought and was quite pleased about it. Now she just had to make him say it.
At that instant in a moment of extreme inspiration Snape announced "I know how to get out, or at least I think so"…
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I have to say I'm not exactly sure how to continue... but I suppose I'll come up with something.
