Chapter 4: The Difference Between Boys and Snape
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The Corridors, Hogwarts...
Dinner had ended and Hermione got right to her Head Girl rounds. It was a clear night to patrol as she stalked the halls with her ticket book ready to hand out detentions to whatever house offender got caught in her midst. She smiled to herself as she took in the pleasant evening air. Hermione rounded a corner in time to see a randy sixth year Ravenclaw boy and a six year Hufflepuff girl engaging each other. At first the bushy haired witch couldn't believe that something like this was happening at Hogwarts. Then again it was a boarding school where both boys and girls of various ages attended. Something like this was definitely bound to happen among the older classes. With a sigh Hermione walked upon them making up her mind to summon her Gryffindor courage and booklet to issue out detentions.
The bushy haired witch had been stunned to find that the two six years had been in mid-coitus. Upon her arrival they had quickly split apart and she had the rather unfortunate luck of getting a glimpse at the Ravenclaw boy's not so very impressive erection. Hermione found her mind drawing comparisons between the boy and Professor Snape. Both encounters had been all the young witch had to go by when it came to her knowledge of what a male's cock looked like and she had to saw that of the two her future husband had been the most impressive.
With all three of them having flushed faces Hermione filled out the detention slips and made her way toward her next stop. The young witch had been perfectly alright with being alone to get over her apparent shock. Her thoughts seemed to be getting cramped with all sorts of questions with her impending marriage fast approaching. Once Hermione concluded her rounds she headed back to Gryffindor tower. The image of Professor Snape being naked had still been in her mind.
The Potions Classroom, Hogwarts...
Potions Class had ended on a rather easy note. Snape had been sitting at his desk slashing through essays with his quill in reckless abandon. Hermione looked over at him as numerous questions filled her mind just begging to be asked. She had seen more of Snape when his patrols coincided with her own since that night and he seemed to briskly avoid her at all costs. The young Gryffindor witch had been half way out of the classroom and down the halls when she felt the familiar cold presence of none other than Severus Snape behind her. She froze where she stood and took a deep breath. The sound of his low baritone drawl hit her ears.
"Going some where Miss Granger?" he asked a hint of ice in his tone.
Hermione turned to face him. His obsidian eyes bore into her as she shifted uncomfortably under his gaze.
"Professor Snape, sir." she said politely.
"I would like a word with you." he said not at all losing the ice in his demeanor.
Hermione followed him back into the classroom. His black robes billowed behind him with purpose. Hermione stood in front of his desk as he swept by and sat down in his chair. He glared at her over the stacks of parchments and various assignments. He had been tense but there had been no outward sign of any injury or weariness. He seemed to be as normal as ever for what her eyes could see. A chill ran through her as she looked back at him trying not to squirm under that fierce obsidian gaze of his.
"You wanted to speak to me sir." said Hermione finding her voice.
The Potions Professor glared at the young Gryffindor witch for a moment. He considered how he had intended to approach this topic before he spoke. It was going to be hard enough dealing with the young witch as it was. The last thing he needed was her random bouts of rapid-fire questions.
"For this..." he paused as if fishing for the proper term. "Arrangement to work...there are some ground rules that we will need to be going over."
He suddenly grabbed his wand and flicked it at the door quickly. Hermione noted he had cast a silencing charm and locked the door. She turned her attention back to him and steeled herself in preparation for what he had in mind.
"First Miss Granger, you are aware that I would have to engage you sexually in order to consummate the marriage." he said without so much as a gleam of emotion.
"Y-Yes." she replied. "I know what marriage requires."
Snape studied her for a minute. Did she now? This might be an interesting day after all.
"Then you know what I am asking you." he said still in an emotionless tone.
The bushy haired witch sighed immediately knowing where he was going with this.
"Yes, I'm still a virgin." said Hermione simply.
Snape blinked for a moment. He did not doubt that much at all. It had been his first assumption of her for years. Still it was quite unsettling how she described her lack of sexual experience so...easily and to him of all people.
"Since we appear to be honest, Miss Granger." he said coming back to himself. "I am not...sex is one of the few pass times that I enjoy that has nothing to do with serving The Order or The Dark Lord."
Hermione's eyes widened. She had not expected him to admit something like that...not so easily and least of all to her.
"Y-You..." she started.
"Yes Miss Granger, I have engaged in sex many...many...times." replied Snape sensing her terror and relished it. "Is that concept so surprising to you?"
"Well..." began Hermione trying to get over the shock. "Yes...quite frankly."
Snape gave her a dark look and then settled into an arrogant smirk.
"I can only imagine why." he remarked.
"Well, your looks are quite..." she started. "It's just..."
"Miss Granger, There are many things about me that appeal to women." he replied. "In my case I am more than equipped to make up for what my looks are lacking...you, yourself will find this out first hand within one week."
Hermione swallowed trying to keep the image of herself engaging The Potions Professor back. He watched her intently. He had seen her mental image and he could honestly say that he was in no way looking forward to it either but she was to be his wife and as such he must engage her sexually. He did relish the aspect of her being terrified of the damage he could do with his sizable cock.
"Now that, that's out of the way." he said changing the subject. "There are other things that must be said."
Hermione snapped out of her shock.
"Such as?" she asked.
Snape narrowed his eyes at her.
"This only to be a marriage of convenience, do not expect me to coddle you, or make allowances just because we are forced to share a bed." he said. "It is to be business as usual between us and I will not tolerate idle gossip...especially from you...Miss Granger do I make my self clear?"
Hermione looked at him stunned that he could go from discussing his sex life with her one minute to being her brooding professor the next. She found herself absently nodding none the less.
"Y-Yes sir." she said.
"Good." said Snape. "You may run along now...future wife of mine...I've got a good deal of work to do at the moment but we will discuss the nature of our arrangement further at a later date."
Hermione narrowed her eyes at the dour wizard who turned his attention back to his stacks of parchment as if she had not even been there. She rolled her eyes and went back to her seat gathered all her books and left without another word. Snape looked up only when he heard the door slam behind her. His obsidian eyes went back to the clock on the wall. His last class had finally come to an end and he had a personal appointment to keep. He sighed as the thought of his impending marriage to Hermione Granger inched forward with each ticking of the clock. This appointment would be his last it seems. For in a matter of days he would busy with his new wife.