Love Potion 69
(Hemione/Snape)
It was Hermione's seventh year, her childish bushy hair was no more, as she learned the magic of conditioner, and she could now get a brush through it. She was now the envy of every girl in Hogwarts, because that is how she is. She was Head Girl, first years idolized her, students tried to be like her, and the teachers loved her. Especially one teacher.
She was sitting in her room finishing her potions homework, it was quite late, she wasn't concentrating as hard as she usually did, but was quite sure she was putting the correct ingredients in. The problem was, as she was now obsessed with her hair, she was constantly brushing it, weakening the roots, and one of the hairs escaped her tie and fell into the potion. The potion fizzled and turned a luminous pink. Hermione, not noticing this, assumed it was only the infusion of wolfs bane and dittany.
The next day, Hermione presented the potion to the class; she noticed hers wasn't the only potion that was a different colour. In fact, all of the potions varied in colour as this was a very difficult potion to make. She sat down in her usual seat next to Neville and began to chat.
Snape had noticed a very drastic change in Hermione's appearance, in fact he was even, dare we say it, attracted to her. He didn't know what she had done to her hair, but he wanted in on it. Maybe she could give him tips on his own hair. He brought his hand up to the horrid thing, so greasy, how he longed for a shining head of curls, but as the grease weighted his hair down, this could never be.
He sneered as he noticed the colour of Hermione's potion. That wasn't how an Imbecile Draught was supposed to look, he'd expected better of her! He would have to show her how wrong it was to be careless with her potions; he would have to make her test it.
"So Ms. Granger, are you sure you have your potion correct?" His slithered up to her and put his hand on her shoulder.
"Yes sir," She said, looking up to him.
"Are you quite sure?"
"Well, yes." She replied, getting quite annoyed.
"Since you are so sure that you are correct are you willing to try it?"
"But sir, this is an Imbecile Draught," she stated, scandalized, "If I took it, the results would be-"
"Take it! Naaaaaah! Naaaaaah!" Snape started making annoying badger noises, as he usually did to persuade the class to take potions.
"But sir-"
"NAAAAAAH!"
Hermione sighed, she couldn't resist the badger noises, she reluctantly picked up the potion and brought it to her lips.
Snape began gyrating, "Drink the potion! NAAAAAH! Drink the potion! NAAAAH!" he chanted over and over.
Hermione became hypnotized by his ass; she took a sip of the potion, and immediately blacked out.
Half the class gathered around Hermione, anxious whispers were breaking out among the Gryffindors, and the Slytherins, who were on the other side of the dungeon, were celebrating, bottles of butterbeer were being passed around.
Snape rushed over to Hermione. "Ms. Granger! Ms. Granger! Are you alright?"
Her eyes fluttered open, "Ay me."
"She speaks! O, speak again, bright angel!" Snape requested.
"Seeeeevvvveruuuuuuus." She trilled seductively as she trailed her finger down his chest. It was apparent that she had accidentally concocted a love potion.
Snape thrust his arm out to the class in a brandishing way, "Class dismissed!" he shouted as he got a "happy feeling" in his pants.
The class looked worriedly at their professor and rushed out of the room.
Snape sighed and looked at Hemione, licking his lips. "Why hello, Ms. Granger. So we're finally alone."
"So we are, Professor." She sat up and looked around the room, then to his hooked nose and greasy hair. "I've always wanted to feel your hair. It looks so shiny and smooth, may I?"
Snape, caught up in the moment forgot that his hair was really icky and greasy, he bent his head forward. Hermione eagerly thrust her hands into his hair, massaging his scalp. She immediately drew back.
"Why Snape, your hair.it's greasy." She flung her hand away from her and grease splattered onto the wall.
(A/N: Okay, so maybe that wasn't so cliché, but you know, we just don't like Snapie/Hermione fics.)
"Forget that baby, let's shag!"
Hermione nodded. "I've got a better idea, let's ROLEPLAY shag!"
Snape brightened up. "That's a great idea!"
Hermione sat at her desk taking a potion's quiz. Snape looked at the clock. "Your time is up, Ms. Granger. I have to check your paper, now."
"Yes, sir." She said, handing over her paper.
Snape looked down. "Ms. Granger, I'm afraid you've gotten an F."
"An F! But Professor." She protested.
"It's time for some PUNISHMENT!" He growled, leaping on her,
At the end of the year Hermione graduated. Top of her class, Head Girl, Prefect, perfect hair, perfect teeth, and the only Gryffindor in years to get an A+ in Potions.
A/N: WOW! We were absolutely overwhelmed with the feedback we got from this story! We never expected this many people to review! Considering, well, some people think we're stoners, (coughChifladocough). Besides, we've got pixy stix and Code Red Mountain Dew we don't need that stuff! Hey, at least they gave us a flame.
It was Hermione's seventh year, her childish bushy hair was no more, as she learned the magic of conditioner, and she could now get a brush through it. She was now the envy of every girl in Hogwarts, because that is how she is. She was Head Girl, first years idolized her, students tried to be like her, and the teachers loved her. Especially one teacher.
She was sitting in her room finishing her potions homework, it was quite late, she wasn't concentrating as hard as she usually did, but was quite sure she was putting the correct ingredients in. The problem was, as she was now obsessed with her hair, she was constantly brushing it, weakening the roots, and one of the hairs escaped her tie and fell into the potion. The potion fizzled and turned a luminous pink. Hermione, not noticing this, assumed it was only the infusion of wolfs bane and dittany.
The next day, Hermione presented the potion to the class; she noticed hers wasn't the only potion that was a different colour. In fact, all of the potions varied in colour as this was a very difficult potion to make. She sat down in her usual seat next to Neville and began to chat.
Snape had noticed a very drastic change in Hermione's appearance, in fact he was even, dare we say it, attracted to her. He didn't know what she had done to her hair, but he wanted in on it. Maybe she could give him tips on his own hair. He brought his hand up to the horrid thing, so greasy, how he longed for a shining head of curls, but as the grease weighted his hair down, this could never be.
He sneered as he noticed the colour of Hermione's potion. That wasn't how an Imbecile Draught was supposed to look, he'd expected better of her! He would have to show her how wrong it was to be careless with her potions; he would have to make her test it.
"So Ms. Granger, are you sure you have your potion correct?" His slithered up to her and put his hand on her shoulder.
"Yes sir," She said, looking up to him.
"Are you quite sure?"
"Well, yes." She replied, getting quite annoyed.
"Since you are so sure that you are correct are you willing to try it?"
"But sir, this is an Imbecile Draught," she stated, scandalized, "If I took it, the results would be-"
"Take it! Naaaaaah! Naaaaaah!" Snape started making annoying badger noises, as he usually did to persuade the class to take potions.
"But sir-"
"NAAAAAAH!"
Hermione sighed, she couldn't resist the badger noises, she reluctantly picked up the potion and brought it to her lips.
Snape began gyrating, "Drink the potion! NAAAAAH! Drink the potion! NAAAAH!" he chanted over and over.
Hermione became hypnotized by his ass; she took a sip of the potion, and immediately blacked out.
Half the class gathered around Hermione, anxious whispers were breaking out among the Gryffindors, and the Slytherins, who were on the other side of the dungeon, were celebrating, bottles of butterbeer were being passed around.
Snape rushed over to Hermione. "Ms. Granger! Ms. Granger! Are you alright?"
Her eyes fluttered open, "Ay me."
"She speaks! O, speak again, bright angel!" Snape requested.
"Seeeeevvvveruuuuuuus." She trilled seductively as she trailed her finger down his chest. It was apparent that she had accidentally concocted a love potion.
Snape thrust his arm out to the class in a brandishing way, "Class dismissed!" he shouted as he got a "happy feeling" in his pants.
The class looked worriedly at their professor and rushed out of the room.
Snape sighed and looked at Hemione, licking his lips. "Why hello, Ms. Granger. So we're finally alone."
"So we are, Professor." She sat up and looked around the room, then to his hooked nose and greasy hair. "I've always wanted to feel your hair. It looks so shiny and smooth, may I?"
Snape, caught up in the moment forgot that his hair was really icky and greasy, he bent his head forward. Hermione eagerly thrust her hands into his hair, massaging his scalp. She immediately drew back.
"Why Snape, your hair.it's greasy." She flung her hand away from her and grease splattered onto the wall.
(A/N: Okay, so maybe that wasn't so cliché, but you know, we just don't like Snapie/Hermione fics.)
"Forget that baby, let's shag!"
Hermione nodded. "I've got a better idea, let's ROLEPLAY shag!"
Snape brightened up. "That's a great idea!"
Hermione sat at her desk taking a potion's quiz. Snape looked at the clock. "Your time is up, Ms. Granger. I have to check your paper, now."
"Yes, sir." She said, handing over her paper.
Snape looked down. "Ms. Granger, I'm afraid you've gotten an F."
"An F! But Professor." She protested.
"It's time for some PUNISHMENT!" He growled, leaping on her,
At the end of the year Hermione graduated. Top of her class, Head Girl, Prefect, perfect hair, perfect teeth, and the only Gryffindor in years to get an A+ in Potions.
A/N: WOW! We were absolutely overwhelmed with the feedback we got from this story! We never expected this many people to review! Considering, well, some people think we're stoners, (coughChifladocough). Besides, we've got pixy stix and Code Red Mountain Dew we don't need that stuff! Hey, at least they gave us a flame.