Chapter 12 ~ Severus Receives a Bit of His Own Potion
The next morning Severus opened his office door to find his black house robe neatly folded on the floor. The wizard scowled and picked it up, bringing the robe inside and leaving it on his desk. The witch could have at least returned it to him face to face.
Well, the robe meant Hermione must have awakened early and was at breakfast now. The wizard started up the dungeon corridor, wondering what kind of greeting he would get from the witch. Most likely she would turn several shades of color when she saw him. He had given her quite an introduction to sex.
The Potions Master woke up with an enormous hard-on this morning. He pissed but it didn't go down. It was a leftover from the night before. A nice cold shower took care of the stubborn erection, but a nice warm witch to stick it in would have felt much better.
He turned on to the main hall, scattering a few students in the process, then turned down the corridor that led to the staff entrance. As he approached, the door opened and Hermione emerged. She looked up at him and said, "Good morning, Severus," then walked right by him. The wizard turned and frowned, looking after the witch.
That was it? Just a good morning and then nothing? No guilty blush? No embarrassed reaction or heated look?
After a moment's hesitation the wizard followed Hermione, catching up to her
"Hermione," he said.
Hermione turned around, her eyebrows slightly raised.
"Yes Severus?" she replied, looking at him steadily. There was no indication in her amber eyes that anything had passed between them. The wizard stared at her.
"Did you want something?" she asked impatiently. She had work to do this morning.
"Yes. I didn't appreciate the way you returned my house robe. You should have done it personally," he said, frowning.
Hermione arched an eyebrow at him.
"I don't see what difference it makes how I returned it, as long as I did, Severus. But if it makes you feel better, I'm sorry. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have work to do," the witch said, turning and walking off.
Severus' mouth worked, but he couldn't think of anything to say as the witch's back retreated and she turned into the main hall, heading for the dungeon corridor. The wizard finally turned and walked to the staff entrance, entering the Great Hall and sitting down in his chair. He ordered his breakfast and sat there scowling.
Severus had never been treated this way by a witch before. He felt rather…used. Normally, any witch he fucked had some kind of reaction toward him when she saw him next, usually a rather solicitous one, wanting to have another tryst. He was the one who gave the short, tight answers then walked away.
Well, not this time.
The wizard picked over his breakfast. Hermione was having a very different response to him than he imagined the witch would.
"Oh yes, we're going to party tonight!" Pomona's voice carried over. "With Hermione there, we're sure to get the royal treatment. The woman's a wizard magnet."
Hermione was going out with the biddies tonight? Already? His come wasn't even dry yet. The little trollop. Ready to stretch her wings already. What had he been? A warm-up?
The wizard's belly tightened and he willed himself to calm. He was reacting like a jealous boyfriend. Boyfriend? Good gods.
"The chit can go where she pleases and fuck who she wants," he thought to himself, violently spearing a sausage. "I got what I wanted from her. Her cherry. That's all I wanted."
Severus bit into the link savagely, chewing with gusto, his eyes narrowed.
He refused to let Hermione Granger get to him. She was just a bit of trim. His needs were sated adequately, and there were no messy loose ends to tie up. Obviously the witch understood that what happened between them was purely physical and accepted it. That was precisely how he wanted it to be.
So why was he so irked? It wasn't as if he wanted the little know-it-all.
Severus finished his breakfast and left the Great Hall in a black mood, managing to deduct fifty points from a Gryffindor for walking too slow down the dungeon corridor and impeding traffic. This made the wizard feel a little better as he headed for his office.
He glanced down toward Hermione's lab, his face sour.
She was going out on the town tonight, flaunting her wares eh?
Severus let himself in his office, still scowling.
Hell, he hadn't been out in a couple of weeks. Tonight was as good a night as any.
Hermione let out a breath as she turned on to the main hall. Facing Severus this morning hadn't been easy, but she played it out just as she planned. She didn't want the wizard thinking he made her stuck on him. She knew how he was. She had no intention on being treated the way Sybil was. Oh, it had been so good. But Severus Snape was not 'boyfriend' material. He had played the teacher role again and tutored her well. Now it was time to take her new skills out into the world.
She had been quite sore when she returned to her rooms. Luckily she had some pain and healing elixirs in her medicinal potions store. She treated herself and was fine. She slept like a stone and woke up feeling refreshed, and a little bit randy. A cold shower took care of that. Then she dressed, folded up Severus' robe, sniffing it a little. It smelled like the wizard and she felt a little warmth gather in her belly for a moment. She forced the feeling away, exited her rooms and left the folded robe in front of his door. She didn't want to see him. She needed to steel herself first.
She purposely went to breakfast early, hoping to avoid the Potions Master. When she saw him as she was leaving the Great Hall, a huge knot formed in her belly, but she managed to remain cool outwardly, giving him a blithe "Good morning, Severus' and walking by him as if nothing had happened between them. She didn't expect him to follow her.
When the wizard complained about the way she returned his robe to her, Hermione couldn't help but wonder if he was just trying to find a way to talk to her. At least he didn't bring up last night. Hopefully they would never talk about it again. It was going to take some effort to get over what happened between them…so when Pomona asked Hermione to go out tonight, she agreed. After having sex with Severus, she decided she needed a lover of her own. The dark wizard had woken up her sexuality, and now she was interesting in playing catch up for all those years of virginity.
The witch had a feeling her courtship stages were going to be considerably shortened, now that she subscribed to the "consenting adults" line. If a wizard sparked her sexual interest, more than likely she would indulge herself.
With that thought in mind, the witch turned toward the main stairs and headed up toward the infirmary. She needed to see Poppy.
Severus walked into his study to retrieve several quills when his floo turned green.
"Severus, it's Poppy. I wonder do you have a moment to bring me some healing potions? I'm running quite low," the medi-witch said. She knew Severus was there. His floo was set to "voice" and not "entry" and would not work unless he was present.
"Yes, Poppy. I will be up momentarily," Severus said.
Poppy was the one staff member that the Potions Master actually liked, though he was still gruff with her. This was because Poppy was the one who pieced him back together when the Dark Lord tortured him. She was rather mothering, and Severus appreciated her scolding and cacklings over him, though he pretended not to. He gave her all kinds of hell when he had to stay in the infirmary, refusing to eat her broth and demanding his robes and wand far too early. She could handle him though, even hitting him with a binding spell now and then until she secured a promise that he would remain her patient until she saw fit to let him go. The power struggles had been monumental. The medi-witch was glad the wizard's tortures were over, but she missed his snarky presence.
Severus walked back into his office, then into his classroom. He went to the potions stores and saw he had only five bottles of healing potion. He would have to brew more immediately. He gathered them up and headed back to his private rooms, then floo'd to the infirmary.
Poppy, dressed in her white dress and blue apron smiled when the Potions Master stepped through.
"Hello Severus," she said fondly.
"Poppy," the wizard said, inclining his head. "I'll just go put these in your medi-cabinet."
"Thank you for coming so promptly," she responded as the wizard strode past.
"I will bring you more potions tomorrow," he said, walking to the back of the infirmary.
Poppy watched him go and sighed. She had known Severus since he was a student at Hogwarts. He was a hard man, but a good one. It would be nice if he could find himself a witch and settle down, have a few children and live a normal life, rather than keep himself shut up in the dungeons, nursing his bitterness at the world. He deserved a bit of happiness. Too bad he was his own worst deterrent.
The infirmary door opened and Hermione walked in.
"Hello Poppy," she said to the medi-witch, smiling.
"Why hello Hermione," the witch replied returning her smile.
Severus stiffened when he heard the witch's voice. What was she doing here? Hastily he put away the potions and closed the door. He walked behind the nearest privacy curtain and inched closer to hear the witches' conversation.
"What can I do for you?" Poppy said, looking the petite witch over with a critical eye to see if there were any signs of illness. "Are you feeling all right?"
"I'm fine Poppy. I'm here because I need a contraceptive patch," the witch said.
Poppy looked a bit surprised. She knew Hermione lived a rather quiet life and didn't deal with wizards. But that was before her makeover. Now, the witch was probably interested in intimacy.
"Ah, yes. Better safe than sorry," the medi-witch said. "Just wait here and I'll get you one."
Poppy walked into her office.
Severus scowled. A contraceptive patch? It seemed the witch didn't plan to waste any time finding herself another wizard to give her a depth check.
Poppy came back with a patch encased in parchment.
"You just need to stick it on your thigh. It will turn green to show it is working. Periodically you need to check it by tapping the area. It will turn red when you need to change it. One patch lasts about three months," the medi-witch said, handing Hermione the patch.
"Thank you, Poppy," Hermione said. The witch exited the infirmary.
Severus stepped out from behind the privacy curtain, his face black. Poppy blinked at him.
"Severus, what were you doing behind the curtain?" she asked the wizard.
"Taking a shortcut," he replied, his eyes hard as he stared at the infirmary doors Hermione had left through.
Poppy knew the wizard was angry about something.
"Is something wrong, Severus?" she ventured.
"No," he said shortly, then looked at the medi-witch. "I must go, Poppy. Class will be starting soon. I will have you a new batch of healing potion tomorrow. Good day."
The wizard strode up to the floo, tossed in some powder from a box on the mantel, then stepped through to his rooms, Poppy looking after him.
"I wonder what that was about?" she mused, returning to her office.
Something was definitely going on with the wizard.
The drink of the night for the witches were "Intense Orgasms" and like the last time their table was flooded with drinks because of Hermione, who was dressed in a nice, form-fitting blue dress with thin straps that stopped just below her knees, matching earrings, hair clip and shoes. The wizards flocked around her like children in a sweet shop, but she accepted no drinks unless they were brought over by a waitress. She had learned her lesson.
Instead of just dancing with wizards, Hermione sat and talked with a couple, exchanging addresses with the ones she felt attracted to with promises of contacting them. There was one black-haired gray eyed wizard named Miles Davenport that really appealed to her. He worked at the Ministry in the Spells Department. He was a Spells Master dragged out of the house by friends who felt all work and no play made Miles a randy wizard.
He knew who Hermione was of course, because of all the hoopla about finding the source of the Dark Mark, and he was intrigued as to how she discovered the spell to work the summons. The two spent most of the night talking, Hermione waving away other interested wizards.
Severus was present, and didn't take his eyes off of Hermione the entire time, particularly when she settled at a table with Miles and talked and laughed, clearly smitten with the wizard, who was quite handsome. Before he departed because he had an early day tomorrow, Miles moved in and gave Hermione a slow and rather sensual kiss on the lips, his eyes turning dark for a moment. The smile the witch gave him showed he met her approval in that vein. Hermione practically floated back to the table of witches, who all wanted details about the handsome young wizard that took up most of her time.
Severus scowled blackly. When Hermione dated Justice, he never managed to get a good night kiss on the lips, but this…this…scalawag managed to get instant lip service from the witch. He managed in one night what the Auror couldn't get after three weeks. Hermione was definitely in "consenting adult" mode.
And it was because of him.
Severus was sorely tempted to follow Miles and get the measure of the wizard's mettle, but that made no sense. Why do that? Hermione wasn't his witch. He couldn't challenge a strange wizard to fisticuffs or a duel just because he kissed a witch…a witch he had no claim to.
Shit.
Severus began to wonder if Hermione had spelled herself in some way to stay on his mind. The witch was a Spells Mistress, and she was pretty ripped the night before. Maybe she planned the entire thing, knowing he'd fuck her if she came to his rooms dressed the way she was.
No. That was more something Sybil would do if she had the talent for it. Hermione was too much of a Gryffindor to stoop to such measures. The wizard frowned, fingering his glass in irritation. He wasn't used to this feeling of …of…whatever it was.
A prostitute dropped in the chair beside him. She was a bleached blonde with very blue eyes and thick full lips in a short black dress with high spiked heels. She licked those juicy lips as she looked at the wizard.
"Buy a witch a drink now," she said to Severus, whose dark eyes rested on her with distaste. He was about to say something very rude to the woman when he noticed Hermione looking at him. He waved the barmaid over.
"Give her what she wants," he growled at the barmaid.
"A Blue Dream," the witch quickly said, batting her eyes at the Professor, who scowled. A Blue Dream was quite an expensive drink…it cost more than fucking the witch would.
"You're very generous," the witch purred at him.
"And that drink is worth more than you are," the wizard replied, frowning.
The prostitute frowned back at him.
"You said I could have what I wanted…so I got what I wanted. You shouldn't have said it if you didn't mean it, you bastard," the woman snapped at him.
Severus saw Hermione was no longer looking his way and gave the witch a look so black, she blanched and drew back in her seat.
"You wouldn't hit a lady?" she asked him, her blue eyes wide with fear as the barmaid set the Blue Dream in front of her.
The barmaid's eyes moved back and forth between the prostitute and the pale wizard. Whatever was going on between them didn't look good. Ah well. She moved on to the next table.
"No," he sneered, "But I might take a whack at you. Now take your drink and get out of my sight. More than likely you carry STDs that haven't even been discovered yet."
The witch picked up her drink and stood up.
"You're a right snarky fuck, you are," she hissed at him, then stalked away.
Severus pulled his wand out of his pocket and from under the table flicked it at the departing witch, who tripped over her own feet and fell on her face, spilling her drink. He smirked and put his wand away.
The prostitute got up off the floor with the help of several wizards. The front of her skimpy black dress was soaked. She looked back at Severus who was purposely looking in another direction.
"Bloody git," she said, brushing at her front.
Several helpful and randy wizards offered her handkerchiefs. Hm. Maybe the black hearted bastard had done her a favor. She now had quite a few potential customers surrounding her. She smiled sexily at the group…her smile returned by the wizards sevenfold.
Hermione saw Severus buy the prostitute a drink. What a pig he was. He had just fucked her the night before and already was on the prowl for more pussy. She was glad she had been distant with him. He was a user just like Minerva said. Disgusted, she turned away and fell into conversation with her companions.
When the witches left, Severus left right behind them, following them to the public apparition point but staying back until they all apparated back to the school. He placed a silencing spell around himself and apparated to Hogwarts main gate instead of his rooms. He quietly unwarded the gate and followed the witches, who were cackling and stumbling. Hermione had removed her shoes and had them slung across her shoulders. She had removed her hairclip too, that long mane of curling hair hanging down her back as she walked, her hips rolling like thunder beneath her dress. Severus' black eyes rested on that ass, remembering how soft it was as his loins slapped against it repeatedly, the witch howling his name.
He got an immediate erection.
"Fuck," he breathed, reaching into his robes and adjusting his cock so it was stuck sideways in the elastic of his boxers and not sticking straight out. It was quite uncomfortable.
He followed the witches to the main doors and held back until they said their goodbyes and went their separate ways. He slipped in and hurried down the dungeon corridor, Hermione walking ahead of him, humming and swinging her shoes. He caught up with her.
"You had quite a full night, witch. Collecting addresses of potential lovers?" the wizard said evenly, startling Hermione, whose hand went to her breast to withdraw her wand until she saw it was him. She began walking again, the wizard matching her pace.
"Possibly," she replied lightly, though her heart was pounding.
"You certainly aren't wasting any time finding a replacement," the wizard said.
Hermione stopped and looked at him.
"Severus, you were never 'in place' to start with," she declared. "You were my deflowerer…that's all. Now that I know what sex is about, I would like a wizard of my own to meet my needs. The only way I can get one is to sort through a few. By the time I find the right one, I'll be ready to explore sex more."
Explore sex more? Severus felt his deflating cock swell back to life again. Good thing he had it tucked securely or Hermione would have certainly noticed her exploration comment had quite an effect on him.
Severus' dark eyes rested on Hermione. His nostrils flared as he thought about other acts he could do with the witch. Last night was rather tame compared to his usual trysts. Hermione began to walk again, a bit faster now. She saw the dark light behind the wizard's eyes and knew he was plotting.
Severus caught up again, his robes billowing.
"That gray-eyed poser seemed to have your attention most of the night," he fished.
"Who? Miles? Yes…yes he did. And he's no poser. We have something in common. He's a Spells Master. He works for the Ministry," she replied, smiling at the memory of the handsome wizard.
Severus snorted.
"An idiot working for idiots," he said meanly.
"He is not an idiot. He is very intelligent…and mannerly," she said pointedly, not letting the wizard get her mad. "You could take lessons from him."
"More than likely, he could take a few lessons from me," Severus said suggestively. "I have quite a repertoire of sexual knowledge under my robes. Very extensive."
He walked past his office door to Hermione's rooms and watched as the witch unwarded her door and opened it. She stepped inside, then turned to face the wizard.
"Most likely Miles or one of the other wizards I met has his own repertoire I'll be able to browse through at my leisure. Good night, Severus," the witch said, closing the door in his face.
Severus stood there a moment, staring at the witch's door. He felt like hammering on it until Hermione opened it, then sweeping into her rooms, dragging her along with him until he found a nice, level area to pin her to. Exploration? Shit, he could show her exploration on a grand scale.
The wizard turned, stalked back to his office and let himself in.
Severus entered his study, then his bedroom and undressed, hanging his dress robes up neatly. He sat down on the edge of his bed in his boxers and rubbed his pale hand over his face.
Shit. He had left an opening for the witch to approach him for a future encounter with his "repertoire of sexual knowledge" comment, but Hermione didn't bite. Instead, she said other wizards had them too. The little minx. Any other witch would have practically ripped her knickers off and said "Come and get it, big boy." But not Hermione. She really wasn't interested. How could that be? He had given it to her good, but not near as good as he could have…simply because he was trying to be at least a little considerate.
Severus scowled.
He should have taken the little chit around the world, fucked her in the ass, pinned her to the wall, driven her into the headboard and twisted her into pretzel after pretzel. He bet her morning greeting would have been much different if he had just unleashed on her.
The wizard stood up, removed his boxers and climbed into bed, determined not to think about Hermione. However, his cock slowly began to balloon again, though he did his best to keep his mind blank. The wizard cursed and rolled to the side, thinking of potions ingredients and brewing…
Suddenly he sat up.
Brewing! The healing potions! Shit…he hadn't returned to add the next ingredients.
Severus jumped out of bed, pulled back on his boxers, grabbed his wand and ran through his study, waiting impatiently for the wall to open, then jetted through his office into his classroom and back to his lab. He flung open the door and turned up the torches.
The lids had blown off the cauldrons and everything was covered in gunk.
"Damn it," the wizard said, walking gingerly, careful not to step in the ruined potion. He was barefoot and it was very acidic at this stage. He looked around the lab.
Damn that witch. If she hadn't been occupying his thoughts, this never would have happened. He never forgot to check his brews. Never.
Severus sighed and began to scourgify his lab. He wouldn't be going to bed anytime soon.
Damn Hermione Granger. She was the cause of this.
He should have never touched her.
For the next few days, the Potions Master avoided contact with Hermione as much as possible, hoping that the adage "out of sight, out of mind" would ring true. He returned to taking his breakfast at as early an hour as possible, thus assuring himself of very little company…including Hermione's.
When he did see her in the halls, he reverted to his old demeanor, walking by the witch wordlessly when she greeted him. This didn't disturb Hermione at all, since that was the wizard's usual manner and he had said things would be just the same as always between them. He was always a rude bastard. The only thing was the wizard would sneak a look back at her every time.
But no matter how Severus tried, memories of his night with Hermione would creep up on him, and often at the most inappropriate times. Such as in the middle of a lecture when he paused, her face contorting with pleasure would loom in front of him. The Potions Master would come back with a start and a hard-on, his students looking at him quizzically. He'd roar and take blanket points from each house for them staring at him, and his pupils quickly learned to pretend he didn't stop and pause staring into space with narrowed eyes when giving lectures, quizzes or anything else.
These Hermione-fests didn't just happening in class. They would happen to him at meals, in his lab, when on his rounds…students escaping as he stared blankly at seemingly nothing, totally absorbed. And the nights were worse…erotic dreams of stroking the witch into conniptions filled them…and they weren't just memories…most fell into the realm of rather twisted fantasy, Hermione bound as Severus punished her sexually for ignoring him. The wizard had been forced to masturbate on several occasions because of the witch, something he rarely did because he believed conserving his sperm made him physically and mentally stronger.
When the Potions Master heard the biddies say they were going out again Friday night, the wizard made sure to arrive at the Three Broomsticks before them. He was seated at his usual table and prepared to gawk at Hermione the entire night again when Minerva, Aurora, Pomona, Rolanda, and surprisingly Poppy entered.
Hermione was nowhere to be seen. But he had seen the witch dance into her rooms the way she always did when going out. What the hell was going on here…where was Hermione? He watched the witches chatter between themselves, then quietly changed his table to one closer so he could hear what they were saying.
"I hope Hermione has a wonderful time with Mr. Davenport," Minerva said, waving over a barmaid, "Now he is a decent wizard much more suitable for her. A Spells Master with a good secure position at the Ministry and so mannerly. He stopped through Hogwarts twice this week to see her for a few moments. Brought her flowers. What a sweetheart."
"I still say Snape has more bang for the galleons," Rolanda sniffed.
Severus smirked at this. Maybe the Flying Teacher wasn't so bad a biddy as the rest of them.
"Severus is a sweet man," Poppy said.
All the witches stopped and stared at her in disbelief.
"Poppy, Severus is sexy as all get out, but sweet he isn't," Rolanda said, "He's meaner than a wet basilisk."
The other witches all cackled in agreement. Rolanda had just gained some biddy points.
"He just needs a good woman," Poppy said, placing her order with the barmaid. "Someone he can trust and call his own. Someone who loves and understands him."
The witches all shook their heads.
"If you were talking about a normal wizard, Poppy…I'd agree with you, love, trust and companionship would do wonders. But this is Severus Snape. He shuns those things. He's happiest when he's alone in that crypt of a dungeon, making students miserable. He needs a good woman for a half hour or so, if you get my meaning," Aurora said.
"I heard it was more like an hour and a half," Rolanda corrected Aurora, "The gospel of Snape according to Sybil Trelawney."
Severus shuddered as the witches tittered.
"Be that as it may," Poppy said, eyeing the other witches, "We must not forget what a brave and selfless service he performed for the wizarding world. I had to patch him together so many times, if I had been a muggle surgeon, he would be a mass of sutures and stitches. No one suffered more than Severus for so little reason during the times of the Dark Lord. Instead of being celebrated, they tossed him a medal and ignored him. Harry Potter and all the others were heroes in every sense of the word, having parties and celebration thrown in their honor, but because Severus was forced to serve as a deatheater, the public shunned him. His was the most dangerous job of all. Don't you think a wizard like that deserves some happiness?"
The witches all fell silent. Finally Minerva spoke.
"I had almost forgotten about that," she said softly, "He was tantamount to the successful overthrow of Voldemort. He was the one who led Albus and Harry to the wizard's hiding place at great risk to himself. He didn't just tell them…he showed them. He really is a very brave wizard."
The witches all muttered agreement.
"You know Poppy, for a short while it seemed Severus had his eye on our Spells Mistress. I was very much against her getting involved with him. Maybe…maybe I shouldn't have interfered. I had never seen him show serious interest in a witch. I don't know how serious it was…more than likely he was being a sexual predator, but maybe…maybe it could have become something more. Hermione is a brilliant witch, and if Severus can be said to appreciate anything other than Potions, it is intelligence. Not to mention she looks wonderful now. They might have found something in common on other levels than the animal," the Transfiguration Professor said wistfully.
Poppy patted her hand.
"There, there, Minerva. If Severus wanted Hermione, nothing you or anyone else could say would change his mind or course of action. If they didn't get together, it was because he wasn't truly attracted to her. He is a most determined wizard. Now, let's all have a drink and enjoy ourselves," the medi-witch said.
Her suggestion was met with cries of "here, here," and the witches settled down to some serious partying.
Severus rose and moved back to his table, glaring at a couple who had the nerve to sit there until they nervously rose and left.
So that was how Poppy perceived him, eh? That the love of a good woman would heal all his ills. Perposterous. The pussy of a good woman…now that had possibilities. Severus' thoughts turned to Hermione. So she was out with that gray-eyed kiss-stealing wizard was she?
Severus scowled.
He saw her reaction to the handsome Spells Master. If this went on, no doubt the wizard would be fucking her inside a month. Shit, he wished he knew where they were so he could have a look-see.
Hermione said she wanted to explore sex more. He would be the perfect wizard to introduce the witch to the darker more stringent side of intimacy. He'd love to stick his cock up her ass because of the way she'd treated him, even though the witch only did what he asked. Not to mention spank that soft ass to a nice shade of red and show her what the complete act of fellatio was like. He wouldn't be so kind the second time around, but a small part of him felt the witch could deal with it. When he manhandled her, she soaked herself. He was sure she was a masochist, and although he wasn't a sadist, he did have some sadistic tendencies when it came to sex.
For Severus, it wasn't a mutual act of shared pleasure. It was about a witch submitting to his power and giving herself over totally. Hermione had done that, but it was short-lived and the Potions Master had no time to revel in it. She acted unaffected afterwards, and despite what he told her…her reaction was a blow to his ego. Most witches made him feel like something special after he fucked them. They came to him all hot-eyed and randy for another go, only to be turned down. Hermione didn't make him feel special. The witch made him feel like a stud service. That she had gotten what she wanted from him and cast him aside, not the other way around as it should be.
Severus straightened in his chair, a look of decision on his face.
Nobody treated Severus Snape this way…particularly a mere slip of a newly awakened witch. His ego demanded satisfaction. He had to have another go at the witch…then, then he could probably lay her to rest. The problem was, he hadn't fucked her thoroughly enough. He hadn't given her both wand blasts. He let the witch off easy.
If he managed to get hold of her, he wouldn't let that happen again.
The wizard finished his drink, left a few galleons on the table and exited the inn. He had some thinking to do.
Severus walked to the apparition point then apparated to Hogwarts main gate. He wanted to walk in the clear night air tonight.
He headed for the castle. He had plans to make.
Severus entered the castle and turned down the dungeon corridor. He paused as his sharp ears picked up whispers. Hm, were there some randy students hiding in the hall? If there were, he wouldn't mind taking a few points and assigning detentions before bed. He quietly sped up.
Yes, the Potions Master had heard whispering, but it wasn't students
Hermione was standing outside her rooms doors, wrapped in the arms of one very ardent Miles Davenport, kissing quite passionately. The wizard was much like Hermione was when it came to Spells Making. He worked to the exclusion of all else, completely focused on the task at hand. It had been a very long time since he indulged himself with a lovely witch, and Hermione served to make him very aware of that.
It was only propriety that kept Hermione from letting the wizard into her rooms. Despite her new "consenting adults" line, she felt that she shouldn't let the wizard fuck her on the first date, no matter how delicious he was. Not that Miles didn't give it the old Hogwarts try as he pressed the witch against the door, kissing her hungrily.
Severus saw the couple, and his heart began to pound as rage washed over him. Damn the wizard. He had the witch pinned against the door and was trying to seduce her. Severus disillusioned himself and slid closer so he could hear the couple.
"Let me come in, Hermione," Miles whispered against her lips. "You're driving me mad with desire."
Hermione pulled away from his mouth and forcibly separated their bodies. She looked up into his smoldering gray eyes.
"You know I can't do that Miles. It's too soon. I hardly know you," she said softly.
He leaned toward her.
"But you do know me. I'm the wizard standing at the edge of your dreams every night," he breathed. "I'm not a man to just take advantage of a woman, Hermione. If you let me make love to you, I will be back. I wouldn't walk away from such a gift."
Hermione looked up at the wizard. His gray eyes were hot but sincere. No, she didn't imagine Miles Davenport was the kind of man that would be intimate with a witch, then pretend she didn't exist. Unlike some greasy, snarky wizards she knew.
"I can't Miles…not tonight," she said softly.
The wizard sighed and withdrew, not wanting to pressure the witch anymore, though every nerve in his body was pulling him towards her. He had never met a witch so intelligent, yet accessible. Most women he'd met who had a mind were very challenging as if in competition with him and trying to prove they were the smarter sex. Miles already knew that was true about witches. He didn't need it proven to him. Hermione was like a breath of fresh air. He could exchange ideas with her, not have to debate every subtle point. He imagined however, she was a tiger if she did decide to challenge a theory. He enjoyed debate as well…just not constantly.
Hermione was also very kind-hearted and compassionate. While they were strolling through Hogsmeade they saw a poorly dressed child who had his face pressed against the sweet shop glass longingly, and the witch had stopped and given the surprised and grateful boy several sickles to go and buy what he wanted.
"Oh, thank you Miss! Thank you so much!" the boy had cried, scampering into the store happily.
Yes, Hermione Granger was a special one all right. She had the most beautiful eyes. Miles would love to look down into those eyes and see them full of passion and pleasure. He normally didn't act this way…this forward…this hungry…but there was something about the witch that drew him in.
Miles lifted and kissed Hermione's hand softly.
"We are on again next Friday?" he asked her, his gray eyes searching her face a bit anxiously. He hoped she didn't have another date arranged.
"Yes," Hermione said a bit shyly. "Pick me up at seven."
"It's a date then," Miles said. He looked at the witch a moment, then drew her into his arms and gave her one more sensual kiss, then looked at her and sighed.
"I'm not going to get a lick of sleep tonight," he said to her.
"Do your best," Hermione replied, smiling at the wizard.
Miles waited for Hermione to unward her rooms and enter, then made his way back up the hall. Where had the witch been all his life?
It was all Severus could do not to hex Miles as he passed the niche the Potions Master had tucked into. He had almost made his way into the witch's bed tonight. There was a good chance he might succeed next week. Hermione had been hot for Miles. Severus knew the signs.
The wizard removed his disillusionment spell and stalked to his office. He let himself in and was in a terrible temper. There's no telling what he would have done if the witch had said yes to the bastard and let him in her rooms.
"I'm not the kind of man that takes advantage of a woman," Severus mimicked nasally as he entered his study and pulled off his robes. "I wouldn't take such a gift and walk away."
"Maybe a well-placed wand blast would help you depart," the Potions Master growled in his normal voice, dropping into an armchair and staring into the fire.
He needed to find a sneaky Slytherinish way to protect his interest, which in this case was Hermione's little twat, which he intended to stretch to an enormous size. It really shouldn't matter if another wizard had her…she'd still have a pussy after all, but the wizard wasn't thinking this way. He wanted to be the witch's only rider. It would be as if she were…tainted otherwise. Yes, it was a double-standard, but what the fuck. He had deflowered Hermione after all. Broken her in. Why shouldn't he want her to be a one-wizard witch for a bit longer?
Now…how to do this without the witch discovering his intentions before he was ready? How to keep not only Miles but other wizards off her? A spell or a potion was definitely in order…but as a Spells Mistress, she would probably detect a repelling ward. He needed something more devious…something like an impotence potion that would trigger whenever a wizard got close enough to fuck the witch. Something that made it seem as if he had a sexual dysfunction. That way both Hermione and her intended would be negatively affected.
Hm. Maybe not an impotence potion, but an impotence draught. Something that would work when breathed in. But how to deliver it? Where could he place such a draught where every wizard would be sure to smell it?
Severus sat there for a moment, thinking hard. Suddenly a slow, wicked smile formed on his pale face, his eyes narrowing evilly.
Of course. The answer was simple.
Her hair.
He would put the draught into Hermione's shampoo and conditioner. It would cling to her hair. Any wizard who kissed her would be within its influence. All he needed was a house elf to retrieve her shampoo and conditioner, then replace it after he added the colorless, odorless draught. She'd never know. It was a perfect plan.
Severus rubbed his hands together rather gleefully.
Hermione Granger and Miles Fuckenport were going to be in for quite a letdown their next date.
More than likely several of them.
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Spurred on by Hermione's close encounter with Miles, Severus spent a late night in his lab, preparing the Impotence draught, which was quite a simple, but powerful potion to brew using the following ingredients, one dried scorpion, salt water, Aguardiente, Basil root, Poppy, Balsam, Amansa guapo and fresh semen, which the Professor easily provided with the help of his memories of fucking Hermione.
Severus never went to sleep that night and buoyed by pepper-up potion, lurked in his office, peeking out of the door now and then waiting for Hermione to head for breakfast. When he saw the unsuspecting witch leave, the Potions Master hurried into his study and summoned a house elf.
A small, brown green-eyed elf appeared, his ears flattened and asked the wizard how he might serve him.
"I want you to go to the Spell Mistress' rooms and retrieve her shampoo and conditioner for me," Severus told the elf. "You will tell no one you have done this."
The elf nodded.
"I keep all Hogwarts' secrets, sir," the elf replied, winking out.
A minute later he returned with both bottles. Severus took them.
"I want you to wait here," the Potions Master said to the elf, "I will need you to return these."
"Yes sir. Eli waits right here sir," the elf replied, bowing low.
Severus left Eli in his study and went to his lab. He placed a bubblehead charm on himself so he would not breathe in the draught and added it to Hermione's shampoo and conditioner. After he did this, he read the labels.
Jasmine Shampoo ~ Available only at Love Bites Beauty Shop. Order more today.
Severus wrote down these details. He needed an untampered with bottle of both. He would have to make sure Hermione washed her hair with them before he took her again, otherwise he too would be unable to get it up with the witch.
The wizard returned to the study and gave the altered shampoo and conditioner to Eli, who winked out and returned quickly.
Severus scowled at the little elf.
"You will tell no one about this," he reiterated.
The house elf looked a bit miffed.
"No. Eli will keep the Snape's secret," Eli replied. "Now and always, sir. Now and always."
Severus nodded.
"Very well. You have given me good service. You may go," the Potions Master said gruffly.
Eli beamed. He had been praised by the Snape. The Snape was the meanest staff member at Hogwarts. He had never given any house elf praise in all his years at Hogwarts. Eli was delighted to be able to return to the kitchens with such a boast.
"Oh, thanks you sir!" the house elf said happily, winking out, leaving a rather perplexed Potions Master behind. What the hell was the elf so happy about?
The wizard shrugged. It didn't matter really. What mattered was the creature came through and now Hermione's shower held the spiked shampoo and conditioner. Now the lusty Mr. Miles Davenport's advances would be rather "deflated" at best.
Severus let out a perfectly evil chuckle and headed for breakfast. He was in such a good mood he only deducted ten points from a Gryffindor with his face in a book who haplessly bumped into him. The student was shocked and thought perhaps the Professor was ill.
But he didn't complain.
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The week passed quietly enough. Severus' mood was greatly improved, and he even returned a couple of Hermione's greetings as they passed each other, which sort of shocked the witch. Miles came by three times that week during his lunch break, and the two spent much of the time together snogging.
Miles was so much different than the Potions Master. His kisses weren't overpowering, but sweet and sensual. The kind of kisses that left the witch tingling, but not overwhelmed. The Spells Master had a gentleness with him that appealed to Hermione, but yet she could feel his hunger as well. Friday was pretty much a wrap. She was randy and so was Miles. It didn't make sense to wait when they both were so wound up about each other. It was a given that they would become an item afterwards. Hermione never imagined she'd find a wizard more perfect for her so soon.
Miles was a little possessive however. He saw the little scraps of parchment with the addresses of other wizards written on them Hermione had collected at the Three Broomsticks. They were resting on the little end table between the armchairs in Hermione's study. When the witch walked into her bedroom for a hair tie, Miles discreetly cast an incendiary spell on the addresses, then scourgified the smoke quickly, looking innocent as a newborn when the witch returned.
Hermione didn't miss the pieces of parchment until much later, and assumed the house elves might have thrown them away during the daily cleaning because they were scraps after all. She didn't intend to contact any of the wizards anyway, despite her promises. She had Miles and was satisfied. They'd get over it.
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Friday found Severus once again lurking in his office waiting for Hermione to emerge from her lab on her way to lunch. He had a large tome tucked under his arm, the title carefully positioned so it could be easily read.
The moment he saw the witch exit her labs, he left the office and made a great deal of warding it until the witch was almost on him, then turned and began to walk. Hermione was right up on him, and so spoke.
"Hello Severus," she said.
"Hermione," he replied, shifting his arm a little. Of course Hermione's eyes were drawn to the motion, and the book title. The witch's eyes widen and she went white for a moment.
"Sev…Severus! Is that…is that what I think it is?" she gasped.
The wizard stopped and looked at her with his brows drawn together as if perplexed.
"What are you talking about?" he asked her, knowing full well the book he carried had stopped her cold.
Hermione pointed at the book, her hand trembling slightly.
"That book. The title is "The Forbidden Book of Spells," she said, awe in her voice, "Is that the Forbidden Book of Spells written over six hundred years ago?"
"Oh, this? Why, yes it is," he replied evenly.
He thought the witch was going to orgasm by the look on her face.
"Severus, that book was banned. It meant death to even own it. However did you get hold of a copy? They were all supposed to be destroyed," the witch said, her voice low as she stared hungrily at the book.
"Copy? I assure you Hermione, this is no copy," the wizard said, opening the book and showing her a couple of pages. "It is an original, handwritten by the author herself."
Hermione looked at the neatly inked handwriting, and looked as if she would faint. Severus smirked.
"That book is worth a fortune. An absolute fortune," Hermione breathed, her eyes still fixed on it.
"No amount of galleons would ever make me part with it," the Potions Master said.
"But…but you're a Potions Master. That book is about the darkest, most powerful spells known to the magical world," the witch said reverently.
"That doesn't mean Spells don't interest me. I need them often in my field to facilitate brewing," the wizard replied. He closed the book and began walking. Hermione stared after him, then ran to catch up.
She looked up at the wizard. Severus was walking looking straight ahead.
"Severus, you have to let me read some of that book," the witch breathed.
Severus looked at her.
"I have to, Hermione?" he asked her, his eyes glinting.
"Well, I didn't mean it like that," Hermione said apologetically, "But gods, I would love to read a chapter or so."
"I imagine you would," the Professor said, rather coldly, "But as you well know I do not loan my books out…particularly one as rare and valuable as this one. Besides, there are copies of the text available in the restricted section of the library. You can read through those."
Hermione scowled.
"Bits and pieces that no one really knows are authentic or not. You have the actual book, Severus. Why are you so stingy?" she asked him, upset. "You would think that after you and I…"
Severus stopped.
"After you and I what?" the wizard said, looking at Hermione expectantly. At last, he had got her to address her deflowering.
Hermione lowered her voice.
"After you and I did what we did, you would show me a little preferential treatment. I gave you something precious after all," Hermione said, coloring a bit.
"So you think you deserve preferential treatment because I fucked you?" the wizard asked the witch.
"Maybe a little," Hermione said, clearly embarrassed she was going so low to try and read that book. But gods, what an opportunity.
Severus stared at her for several moments.
"Well, you did have good pussy," he said lewdly, smiling inwardly as the witch bit back a scathing response to his rudeness. "Perhaps I should let you take a look."
Hermione looked at the wizard hopefully.
"But…there will be conditions," he purred at her.
Hermione scowled, immediately thinking the worst. She was right to, but the Potions Master would never be that obvious.
"I hope those conditions don't include me spreading my legs for you again," the witch said.
Severus arched an eyebrow at her.
"Whatever makes you think I'd want that? I've already had you, witch," he said silkily, "I'm sure you have someone lined up to ream your randy little walls in any case. I only hope for your sake he is as good as I was. Being sexually frustrated is a terrible thing."
Actually, Hermione was planning on hitting some high notes with Miles tonight, but the Potions Master didn't need to know that. But the wizard knew. He could feel her expectancy when he referred to her being randy.
"Don't worry about me. I will be fine," she said a bit sharply. The witch tried to contain her temper and her ire. The wizard saying he already had her as if she were old news irked her terribly. The bastard.
"The conditions are quite simple. You will read the text in my study and not copy any of the pages," the wizard said. "I think that is quite generous on my part."
Hermione looked at Severus suspiciously. In his rooms? Alone?
"I don't know if I want to do that," Hermione said.
The Potions Master gave her a black look.
"Then I suppose you don't want to peruse this tome as badly as you claim," he snapped at her, beginning to put on a stride. "I tried to be accommodating. Just forget it."
Hermione hurried to keep up with him. They were almost at the main hall. Damn, she really wanted to read that book. Shit. Well, she'd have her wand with her and she doubted the wizard would force himself on her at any rate. He seemed to have no interest in anything further.
"Fine, I'll do it," she said, "I'll meet your conditions. Now when can I read it?"
"Four weeks from tomorrow," Severus replied, a tight, nasty smile on his face. "At eleven o'clock in the morning."
"A month from now? Why? Why so long?" she asked angrily.
"Because I am making time for you, that's why. I do have a life you know," the Potions Master responded. "If that is too long…then maybe we should just…"
"No, it's fine," Hermione said, trying to sound sincere. What a fuck he was. "Thank you."
Severus nodded as they turned on to the main hall.
"I just hope you appreciate my generosity," he said in a low voice.
"I do," Hermione said, thinking he wasn't being very generous at all. But still, that book…
They turned down the hall in silence. Severus held the door to the staff entrance open and Hermione walked through. He entered behind her…a dark, victorious smile on his face.
If he had his timetable correct, a month from now the witch would be randy and frustrated as hell.
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Severus spent a lot of time lurking in his office waiting for Hermione to appear. Tonight was no different. He was waiting for the witch and Miles to return from their date.
The couple had gone out to dinner and dancing, Miles holding Hermione close as they drifted around the dance floor with eyes only for each other. Afterwards they walked about a lovely park, then by the fountain kissing until they both were trembling with need.
"Let's go back to the castle," Hermione breathed at the wizard, ready for love now.
"Yes," Miles had responded, drawing her in for another very passionate, hungry kiss that made the witch almost melt in his arms. The wizard knew he had her and wasted no time apparating back to Hogwarts.
Severus heard them coming down the corridor. It took sometime because every few steps they would stop and passionately kiss, backing into one wall then the other. Severus could hear Hermione's heavy breathing clearly, and he frowned as he watched them pass, pulling the door almost closed as they did so. Hermione quickly unwarded her rooms and the couple locked up again, sidling through the door with their arms wrapped around each other.
"Just like rutting six-years," the Potions Master griped, then returned to his study and poured himself a firewhiskey. He left his study wall open and cast an amplification spell so he could hear when Miles left, if he left at all. He should.
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Hermione and Miles began to heatedly undress each other the moment they entered her study, pausing only to kiss and caress each other. Hermione's knickers were soaked, and Mile's gray eyes were hard with lust and passion. He slipped the witch's dress down and stared at her petite, curvaceous body clad only in her pretty little knickers
"Oh, the gods have smiled on me," he breathed, looking the witch in her eyes, "You are breathtaking, absolutely breathtaking Hermione."
Miles quickly stripped down to his black boxers and drew Hermione into his arms, growling as the witch's almost naked body pressed against his own. He pressed his erection into her, and Hermione moaned as he backed her toward the sofa…they weren't going to make it to the bed. Miles and Hermione tumbled to the couch, kissing and caressing each other, when Miles hesitated.
"What's wrong?" Hermione panted.
"Um, nothing," Miles said, his voice a bit off. He began kissing the witch again, even more passionately, his hands moving hungrily over her body. Then he paused again, a disturbed look on his face. Hermione looked up at him, writhing slightly. She was ready for the high hard one.
"What's wrong?" she asked the wizard again.
Miles looked down at her, his face reddening.
"I…I don't know. This has never happened to me before," he began. The wizard rolled off Hermione and sat on the end of the couch, looking down at his loins.
Aching, Hermione sat up too and moved closer to the wizard.
"What is it, Miles?" she asked him.
The wizard gave her a pained look.
"I…I can't get hard. I'm turned on, but I lost my erection," he said, "It won't come back."
Hermione placed a comforting hand on his thigh.
"Maybe if we kiss a little more," she suggested.
Miles half-heartedly gave the witch a few more kisses and caresses, then stopped.
"It's not working, Hermione. I'd better go," he said softly, standing up and starting to collect his clothes as Hermione watched him, a disappointed look on her face.
"Miles, wait…maybe if I…" she began.
"No!" Miles said angrily, then he caught himself. "No, Hermione. I'm sorry. I'd just better go. I'll contact you later in the week."
He dressed and Hermione pulled her dress back on. She walked the wizard to the door.
"Maybe it's just because you haven't done it in so long," the witch suggested, hoping to comfort the wizard. He looked at her as if the was the dumbest reason in the world for his impotence. But didn't say anything but "Goodbye" and gave her a peck on the cheek.
Severus peeked out the door at the departing wizard and knew by the look on his face that Miles had flopped. Literally. The Potions Master grinned, pulling the door closed as the wizard passed.
He wondered what kind of state Hermione was in right now. She was probably masturbating.
He was right too.
Hermione returned to her study, still aching and burning up…needing release. She flopped on the couch, wrestled off her knickers, spread her legs and started going to town.
"Damn, this sucks," she breathed, closing her eyes.
She eventually orgasmed, but found that climaxes inspired by self-love didn't hold a torch to a good hard fuck with a good hard cock. And what made it worse was that when she finally went to bed, her dreams were filled with the one man she didn't want to dream about.
Severus Snape.
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A/N: :::shaking head::: Dirty, dirty, dirty. The potions ingredients listed for the Impotence draught is a combination I found online for actual impotence spells. Lol. Well, Severus' ploy was quite successful. And how about dangling that book in front of Hermione's nose? The man is a deviant genius. Well, please review.