Sorry I haven't updated in a while, I started back at collage so I have
little time left for a social live...oh the woes of earning a level's...
Chapter 7
Every one hated the dungeons, even more so at night. The dark corridors emitting an aura of fear and hate and together they united, to form the essence that is symbolic to a typical dungeon. This essence was of course not lost on Hogwarts. The dungeons basked in its sensation. Snape basked in its sensation.
Hermione loathed the sensation. It made her feel like she was trespassing. Her being the light walking deep into the dark, where she lit it up and all dark shadows was force to retreat and all the dark secret's hidden was enlightened. It also made her think so wretchedly.
Woodwings. That was what she had come for. If she kept focused on her objective she wouldn't get caught up in the characteristic of the grim dungeon. She had made it as far as the classroom that was adjoining his office and storeroom. She couldn't afford to get lost in her own musings now.
She swiftly made her way across the room to his office. Getting to the door she tried the handle. Fearful when she felt it easily turn to admit her entry, Snape always warded his doors...
"Took your time getting to the door Miss Granger." Snapes voiced called out to the slowly opening door. "I almost thought you last your way."
Hermione was not expecting this, not one bit. What in Merlin's name was she going to say? She was in deep water now and my god was she drowning fast. "I...I...that is...urm...Good evening Professor?"
"Yes it was indeed a good evening but I'm afraid it is past midnight, so it should be good morning should it not?" Snape said as Hermione stepped fully into the room.
"I...err...yes sir." Hermione took in that he was sat behind his desk the only thing that gave away that he was unprepared for his 'visit' was the fact he was wearing his dressing gown over his pyjamas. He also had a glass of whisky nursing in his hand the only thing missing to complete the look was a pipe.
"So? What do we say Miss Granger?" Snape quirked his eyebrow at the girl. The girl who was standing in his office. The girl who was in his office after midnight. The girl who was also drunk.
"Good morning Professor?" Hermione smiled weakly at the formidable potions master.
"That it is Miss Granger, that it is." Snape took a drink from his glass and closed his eyes in bliss as the warming liquid made its way down his throat. "Now why would a young girl such as your self doing in my office at such an hour? And remember that Gryffindor courage of your and tell the truth."
Ok, that's it some one has kidnapped her potions professor and replaced him with his clone who was ready to hear what she had to say for her self, and talk in a calm voice. "Are you feeling ok Sir?"
"Ah so you have come to claim about my health?" Snape smirked.
"No...I-"
"No? And I thought you cared." Snape downed the rest of his drink before standing up. "Now with out stuttering I wont an answer out of you. A full answer and if I doubt your words I shall use the truth serum."
Now that was the potions master she has came to love and respect. Less irked about his behaviour, Hermione made hasty in answering close the truth as possible. "I couldn't sleep, so I thought I would either make a sleeping draught or go to the infirmary. I choose to make the potion and I was close to finishing it when I realized that I had no woodwings. So I came down here in the hope that you could lend me some? Please?"
"Oh I see, are you sure that it was sleep draught your are making and not the sobering-upper potion?" Snape walked over to where she stood and looked down at her. "Because I can smell alcohol all over you, that and Potter. It really is a horrid smell. The smell does not become you at all. You need a smell of a real man not a boy."
"I...err...Sir?" Hermione breathed in quickly when she felt Snape step so close he was pressing into her. Was he drunk? Why was he acting this way towards her? Did he want to stand right on her? Because if he carried on pressing into her like that he would end up doing so, soon. "Would you rather I come back in the morning?"
"No...I want you to cum right here, on top of my desk while I'll burrow myself deep in to you. Hard and fast." Snape leaned down to capture Hermione's mouth in a bruising kiss. Braking lip contact Hermione looked up at Snape with confusion clear in her eyes. "What? Isn't this what you want? To become the Gryffindor stud?"
"I...err...yes...I mean no, not like this..." Hermione quickly turned and fled for the door. She was happy that Snape was too shocked by her sudden flee to react quick enough. This insuring Hermione had made it through the door and out of the classroom before he shouted after her.
"You shall be mine! You will belong to me! The sooner you realise this the better!" Snape called from the door way of his classroom to the retreating form of Hermione.
Chapter 7
Every one hated the dungeons, even more so at night. The dark corridors emitting an aura of fear and hate and together they united, to form the essence that is symbolic to a typical dungeon. This essence was of course not lost on Hogwarts. The dungeons basked in its sensation. Snape basked in its sensation.
Hermione loathed the sensation. It made her feel like she was trespassing. Her being the light walking deep into the dark, where she lit it up and all dark shadows was force to retreat and all the dark secret's hidden was enlightened. It also made her think so wretchedly.
Woodwings. That was what she had come for. If she kept focused on her objective she wouldn't get caught up in the characteristic of the grim dungeon. She had made it as far as the classroom that was adjoining his office and storeroom. She couldn't afford to get lost in her own musings now.
She swiftly made her way across the room to his office. Getting to the door she tried the handle. Fearful when she felt it easily turn to admit her entry, Snape always warded his doors...
"Took your time getting to the door Miss Granger." Snapes voiced called out to the slowly opening door. "I almost thought you last your way."
Hermione was not expecting this, not one bit. What in Merlin's name was she going to say? She was in deep water now and my god was she drowning fast. "I...I...that is...urm...Good evening Professor?"
"Yes it was indeed a good evening but I'm afraid it is past midnight, so it should be good morning should it not?" Snape said as Hermione stepped fully into the room.
"I...err...yes sir." Hermione took in that he was sat behind his desk the only thing that gave away that he was unprepared for his 'visit' was the fact he was wearing his dressing gown over his pyjamas. He also had a glass of whisky nursing in his hand the only thing missing to complete the look was a pipe.
"So? What do we say Miss Granger?" Snape quirked his eyebrow at the girl. The girl who was standing in his office. The girl who was in his office after midnight. The girl who was also drunk.
"Good morning Professor?" Hermione smiled weakly at the formidable potions master.
"That it is Miss Granger, that it is." Snape took a drink from his glass and closed his eyes in bliss as the warming liquid made its way down his throat. "Now why would a young girl such as your self doing in my office at such an hour? And remember that Gryffindor courage of your and tell the truth."
Ok, that's it some one has kidnapped her potions professor and replaced him with his clone who was ready to hear what she had to say for her self, and talk in a calm voice. "Are you feeling ok Sir?"
"Ah so you have come to claim about my health?" Snape smirked.
"No...I-"
"No? And I thought you cared." Snape downed the rest of his drink before standing up. "Now with out stuttering I wont an answer out of you. A full answer and if I doubt your words I shall use the truth serum."
Now that was the potions master she has came to love and respect. Less irked about his behaviour, Hermione made hasty in answering close the truth as possible. "I couldn't sleep, so I thought I would either make a sleeping draught or go to the infirmary. I choose to make the potion and I was close to finishing it when I realized that I had no woodwings. So I came down here in the hope that you could lend me some? Please?"
"Oh I see, are you sure that it was sleep draught your are making and not the sobering-upper potion?" Snape walked over to where she stood and looked down at her. "Because I can smell alcohol all over you, that and Potter. It really is a horrid smell. The smell does not become you at all. You need a smell of a real man not a boy."
"I...err...Sir?" Hermione breathed in quickly when she felt Snape step so close he was pressing into her. Was he drunk? Why was he acting this way towards her? Did he want to stand right on her? Because if he carried on pressing into her like that he would end up doing so, soon. "Would you rather I come back in the morning?"
"No...I want you to cum right here, on top of my desk while I'll burrow myself deep in to you. Hard and fast." Snape leaned down to capture Hermione's mouth in a bruising kiss. Braking lip contact Hermione looked up at Snape with confusion clear in her eyes. "What? Isn't this what you want? To become the Gryffindor stud?"
"I...err...yes...I mean no, not like this..." Hermione quickly turned and fled for the door. She was happy that Snape was too shocked by her sudden flee to react quick enough. This insuring Hermione had made it through the door and out of the classroom before he shouted after her.
"You shall be mine! You will belong to me! The sooner you realise this the better!" Snape called from the door way of his classroom to the retreating form of Hermione.