As Hermione sneaked through the hallways of Hogwarts, lit only by low burning torches on the walls, she gasped as the immense desire that ran through her body caused her pussy to throb.
"It's getting worst" she muttered as she stoically made her way to the Gryffindor tower. Her desire was getting worst, the whole week she had been waking up from hot, lust filled dreams and found that she had to relieve herself before she could get out of bed each day. A few days later she had to relieve herself at nights too, and now, once again it was getting worst. In fact, the only time she had been briefly sated was when she had been in Snape's lap. After that brief moment of contact her desire had been kept at bay for at least a few hours. Hermione groaned, it seemed that if she wanted to get any work done she would have to stay close to the Professor.
"Whose there? Show yourself!"
Hermione cursed inwardly, she hadn't been as careful as usual and now Filch was going to catch her. Hoping against hope that the cantankerous squib would pass off the groan as the creaking of the castle she slunk into a nearby nook in the wall and hoped that its shadows would keep her safe.
"There's no use hiding! Students aren't allowed out after curfew" Filch chuckled gleefully, "I'm going to find you and keep you shackled in my office for a week as an example to other students!"
Hermione squeezed her eyes shut and prayed that he wouldn't find her, Filch wasn't really allowed to shackle students, but his other punishments could be equally as nasty.
"Mr Filch, what on earth are you doing, shouting around the hallways?" asked a silky voice
Hermione nearly groaned out loud, great, now Snape and Filch were here. She felt as if she was being stalked by two hungry vultures. Despite her fear however, she couldn't help the deep gush of arousal occurring at the sound of his voice. Gods how she wanted him, but she had to resist, if only for pride's sake. Now pleading in earnest with any wizardry deity she thought might help her she kept up a silent mantra in her head "please make them leave, please make them leave, oh Gods why don't they just leave!"
"Mr Filch I assure you there are no students sneaking around, all students are in bed and have been for a while, I would know if one was loose.
"With all do respect Professor Snape, Sir, but how could you possibly tell if-"
"Are you questioning my methods, Mr Filch?"
"No sir, but-"
"Good, be on your way then"
"But-"
"Goodnight, Mr Filch"
With that dismissal, Filch left the stubborn potions master and made his way back to his office, muttering obscenities all the way.
As soon as he was gone, Snape smirked and made his way to the darkened crevice.
"Well well, Miss Granger, breaking the rules are we?
Hermione hissed at him, "Leave me alone"
"No, we need to talk"
"I'm not leaving here until you go away"
"Fine, then I'll just talk to you here"
Hermione gasped as the broad teacher shoved his way into the crevice, pinning Hermione against the wall, there was no way she could escape, she was trapped! Somehow the thought of being trapped in this small area with the foreboding man made her panties grow even damper, and she fought to control the urge to throw herself at him and take him there and then. Even if Hagrid had said it was ok to give in to her desires, a pompous voice in the back of her mind warned her to keep her pride intact.
"Now", Snape said firmly, looking at the stubborn girl and trying to ignore the smell of arousal which was making him want to feel just how wet she was for him "We are going to talk about this, sensibly and maturely, without anyone running off, is that agreed?"
"Fine" Hermione spat, "As long as you don't try to kiss me again"
Snape grinned at her, showing his teeth and looking very much like a vampire and her insides melted, "I don't make promises that I don't intend to keep".
"Bastard!"
He chuckled smoothly as Hermione struggled against him, it was no use.
"Now, since you ran off earlier I've been thinking, and I need to say this. I'm sorry I forced a wizardry oath upon you, it was unfair to expect someone as inexperienced as yourself to make that kind of commitment during the throws of passion"
Hermione opened her mouth to agree with him but he silenced her with a glare.
"I am sorry for that, but the fact of the matter is that you're stuck with me now, so you may as well do the adult thing and make the most of your situation. Here's the deal. I will give you a week, one week, that's seven days, to make your decision as to whether you will stay with me and be my pet, or go and make the most of your cursed life. Is that a deal?"
Hermione regarded the dark eyed man in front of her, she considered his offer. A week was more than enough time for her to do research into breaking wizardry oaths, if she couldn't find anything within the week, well; she would have no other choice.
"Fine" she said.
Snape smirked, "Excellent choice, and now to seal the deal"
Hermione rose her hand to shake his, as is customary when making a deal, but Snape took her hand and used it to yank her into the soft enfolds of his cloak. Before she could protest his lips were on hers, crushing against her possessively. She moaned against the contact and flung her arms around his neck, restraint was thrown out the hypothetical window as she accepted his rough kiss, parting her lips to allow his forceful tongue to slither into her mouth. As their tongues entwined she mewled loudly into his mouth, making Snape chuckle slightly inwardly. As suddenly as he had initiated the kiss, he ended it. Pulling back from her he observed his handiwork. Hermione leant against the wall, panting and flushed, glaring at him.
"Why did you stop?" she asked angrily. He smirked in response,
"That's all you're getting until you make your decision, remember, you have one week to make up your mind"
With that ultimatum set out he swopped away, leaving Hermione in the corner more frustrated than ever. "Oh Merlin" she moaned as part of her screamed for her to chase after him and throw herself at his feet and beg for forgiveness for ever leaving him, while the other side of her forced her to smooth down her crumpled uniform and make her way back to the Gryffindor tower. Once there she went straight to bed, and once again lay long into the night trying to satisfy her never diminishing need.
Deep below in the dungeons, Snape settled himself back in his chair, smirking at his productive patrol of the school; two pairs of students snogging suitably chastised and punished, a dung bomb stash uncovered, and best of all, a certain young woman pinned up against the wall at his mercy. He smirked, although he still felt guilt at getting her into such a situation, his Slytherin instincts soon kicked in and he soon began fantasizing about having his young lover back in his arms. And she would be back, Snape was sure of it.
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A week later Hermione woke up early once again after a fitful night sleep, her latest dream was much the same as the others, concerning her trying to climb an impossibly high mountain while Snape sat on a throne on the peak promising her bliss once she reached him. She never reached him, not in any of the dreams she had, and waking up panting and sweating aching for release was soon becoming the norm for Hermione. She rose quietly, it was a Saturday, but she had work to do in the library, she dressed quickly and left the bedroom without stirring any of her friends.
When she got to the library she realized that it was so early that even Madam Prince wasn't up yet. She grinned, perfect. For the past week she had been combing the library looking for any books on wizardry oaths, but to no avail, she knew there had to be something in the restricted section and since the library was empty, surely there was no harm in taking a peek.
She crept into the restricted section and began searching for the book she needed, soon she found a promising one; "Wizardry Oaths, A Guide", she carefully brought the book to a secluded corner and began to read. Almost immediately she discovered why the book was in the restricted section, almost the whole book was to do with sex pacts. Also each description was accompanied by rather graphic pictures of various couplings between men and women, partners of the same sex, and even full on orgies. Trying not to linger too long on the pictures, Hermione skimmed the book until she found what she was looking for.
"A Bond is a type of oath partaken usually between a clearly defined Master/ Slave relationship. This Oath effectively binds the Slave to his or her master therefore instigating a closer relationship between the two. It is a mutually beneficiary agreement wherein the pairing will gain greater pleasure during coitus as both will experience each others pleasure. A further effect of this bond is that the Master/Mistress is under oath to protect and ensure the safety and welfare of his or her slave, whereas the slave is under oath to serve and honor his or her Master/ Mistress. This bond was popular during the eighteenth century particularly amongst elite pure bloods who bond their wives to them in order to ensure fidelity and non-contamination of the bloodline. However, due to its permanent nature and recent equality laws this Oath has seen a marked decline in use. The Bond is notable as one of the few Oaths that do not instigate death when broken; instead a curse is placed on the oath breaker that can only be lifted by gaining forgiveness by their fellow partner – whether that be Master or Slave."
Hermione shut the book with a sigh, a permanent oath, it was useless, and there was no way out of it. Suddenly she welled up and began to sob on the desk. It was too much, her exams, the constant need for sexual release and the fact that she would now never be free to live her own life, Hermione sobbed in abandon, releasing all the misery she felt. After a good 20 minutes she sniffled, whipped her eyes once more with a thoroughly dampened tissue, and began to calm down. There's nothing like a good cry to make things seem a little brighter, and Hermione sighed as she began to pack up her belongings and leave the library, feeling a little more at peace. She felt slightly strange, as if in a dream or trance as made her way down to the dungeons and knocked on Snape's office door.
"Enter" he called.