A/N: So... I haven't written anything for 5 years! And here we are... This fic has suddenly taken ahold of me and I had to get it out. It's totally pwp... I've been in a mood lately :)

Ps. It's unbeta'd so please forgive any mistakes I've surely made!

Quick note before we begin: This story is obviously fiction and just a fun fantasy. In real life you'd want to have some very thorough conversations and set up boundaries with your partner(s) before entering into BDSM or other intense play. But for the sake of this story I am taking some liberties with magic and legilimency (like many fanfiction writers have done before me!) and assuming Severus has an innate ability to read Hermione's thoughts and feelings, and therefore knows what she does and doesn't want to do.

Anyways, enjoy and be safe out there! :)

Severus paced back and forth in front of his desk, lecturing on in a bored drawl. He had been teaching the same material for so long that he hardly had to think about what he was saying, it just came naturally. He wondered for the tenth time that day just what he had been thinking when he had agreed to return to Hogwarts. Severus had planned on dying in the war, so when he ended up surviving, he had no idea what to do with his newfound freedom. So when Minerva had said she would love to have him return as the Potion's Professor he had agreed, if for no other reason other than he was unsure of what else to do.

The class he was currently teaching was a mix of seventh years and the 'eighth years' who had returned due to their lack of instruction during the previous year. It was his least favorite class. The students seemed to think that their contribution to the war somehow eliminated their need for academic instruction. Arrogant little shites. The only consolation was the fact that Potter and the boy Weasley had decided to join the Auror academy right away rather than come back to Hogwarts.

When the students had first arrived in September they seemed to be under the impression that they need not be afraid of him, now that they knew where his true loyalties lied. He had tackled that on the very first day, with a drastic amount of point taking and detentions. Still, that hadn't deterred the seventh and eighth years much. They did not seem to put much merit into house points any longer. Which of course, infuriated him.

And so, he had resorted to boring them out of their minds with lectures, and then assigning them ridiculously easy potions, in hopes of conveying the message that he did not think them skilled enough to attempt the more difficult brewings. The downside of that was that he was also boring himself to death. But he had endured much worse, and so he continued on.

That is until he caught the hint of a thought coming from the row of desks. It was just a quick flash- more of a feeling, really, than an actual thought. Typically he was able to block out the inane drivel coming from other people's heads, but on occasion- generally when one was being quite vocal for lack of a better term- snippets of thoughts slipped through his shields. What was most curious was the nature of this particular thought. Of course, he was used to the hormone driven tripe that took up so much space in the minds of the teenagers he taught. But this was different, it seemed almost deliberate. Like whomever it had come from had intended for him to hear it. That couldn't be the case. Certainly not. Yet, he was curious. And so for no other reason but pure entertainment, he quickly ended his lecture, and set them on an easy task, before sitting down at his desk and letting down his shields.

He reached out with his mental feelers, attempting to discover who it had come from. It had felt familiar, but was too fleeting to accurately make an assessment. He scanned the room slowly as the students gathered their ingredients and started to work. The thought had been undeniably female, perhaps the Weasley girl? No, she was focused on her potion, with fleeting thoughts of Quidditch practise. He continued to investigate, focusing in on each girl in the class, until he came to-

Miss Granger?

Now that he had not expected. The girl appeared to be brewing her potion with her normal attention to detail, yet her mind was somewhere else entirely...

Hermione pretended to focus on her potion. Stir counterclockwise three times before adding...But she couldn't help her mind wandering. Since the war had ended and she wasn't under the stress of trying to defeat a dark lord certain desireshad come to the surface. She supposed it made sense, considering during her teen years she hardly had time for a sexual awakening. And now that she was able to relax and enjoy life she had the sudden urge to explore this new territory.

Over the summer she had lost her virginity to a fumbling Ron, and, far from satisfied, she had quickly ended that. She had only agreed in the first place because she was overly eager to make up for her lack of sexual endeavours during the last several years. But It was soon apparent that her and Ron would make a dreadful couple, and so she had nipped that in the bud. She did feel a bit guilty about it, but Ron was soon enough busy with all of his adoring fans and seemed to all but forget about their short tryst.

It was shortly after Ron's fumbled attempts that Hermione realized that she had no desire to bed clueless school boys. No, she needed someone with experience. Someone who would take the reins and not expect her to guide him through it (as if she had any idea what she was doing). She was frankly tired of being so in control all of the time. She had been the one leading the boys during their school years and through the war, always expected to take charge and know what to do next.

And after purchasing some rather informative books, both muggle and wizarding, her mind went wild with fantasies. She had always had a creative, and quite obsessive mind, and sexual fantasies were no exception to that rule. What had started out as fantasies about anonymous men had turned into people she knew, like Charlie Weasley and Oliver Wood, and before she knew it, no one was off limits. Sometimes she felt guilty when someone like Sirius would pop into her fantasies, it felt dirty thinking that way about Harry's dead godfather. But the dirtiness made it so much better…

So when she had returned to Hogwarts and had her first class with Professor Snape, she couldn't help but slot him into her sordid thoughts. She had forgotten how deep and silky his voice was… The way he demanded the respect of those around him was intoxicating. Soon she had found herself barely paying attention in his classes, instead squirming around in her seat, entranced by his rich baritone. At times she felt so ashamed-the Gryffindor bookworm lusting after the Head of Slytherin- but she had come to find that the humiliation was thrilling.

She glanced back down at her potion. They were brewing a first year potion, one she could easily brew with her eyes closed. But she was far from bored. She was playing one of her current favorite fantasies through her mind: detention with Snape. It involved a very inappropriate spanking and shagging upon the potion master's desk.

"Miss Granger," Professor Snape's velvety drawl interrupted her daydream, making her start. She lifted her head and met his eyes,

"Yes, sir?"

Detention. What in Merlin's name was he thinking?

Once he'd gotten her attention in class he'd used a discreet wordless spell to knock one of her bottled ingredients off her worktop. Then growled at her for being too distracted, and assigned a detention for that night. He knew he should've let the whole thing go, but that small impulsive part of him hadn't been able to stop. Something that had been happening more and more often since the end of the war. C'est la vie and all that.

The idea of giving the golden girl a good helping of humiliation was suddenly intoxicating to him. It would be fun to toy with her a bit. Scare her out of this foolishness. She needed to be reminded who he really was. Surely after that she'd abandon her ridiculous fantasies about him. She was just a naive teenage girl, she had no idea what it was she thought she wanted from him.

However, now that she was due to arrive at his classroom any minute, Severus started to feel some reservations. A year ago he never would've even entertained the idea. But life had changed drastically since then. And as much as the general public would like to think it of him, he was not the paragon of morality and light that Potter had made him out to be. If he was honest with himself, it wasn't the morality of it that would've stopped him in the past. It was merely the threat to his position within the Order, and within Hogwarts. Now, he found himself hard pressed to care about his teaching career. He'd been through more turmoil, stress, and pain than most people could bear. Now he was free. Free of megalomaniac madmen and dotty old meddlers.

For the first time in his life he was ready to say fuck it to the world and do what he pleased. Not to mention the girl had turned nineteen several months ago, and was more likely closer to twenty after all her timeturner use. And if that made him a pervy old letch, well, he held several worse titles. Besides, Severus was almost sure she would get frightened and leave, and that would be the end of it. And on the very small chance she didn't, he wouldn't feel bad for enjoying it. It was about time he had something good in his life.

A soft knock on his classroom door pulled him out of his reverie. She was a few minutes early. Typical.

Severus strode over to the door and swung it open in his signature fashion. The girl stood there primly, a small satchel in her hands, hair it's usual wild tumble over her shoulders.

"Eager, are we? I believe your detention is scheduled for seven pm" he drawled with a sneer.

"Yes sir, I guess the staircases were being more agreeable than usual" She shrugged.

Severus stepped backward, "Well are you going to stand out there all night, or can we get this over with? Don't waste my time girl."

Hermione huffed softly and followed him into the Potions classroom. Hadn't he just been complaining that she was early? And now she was wasting his time? He was certainly not an easy man to please… Phrasing, Hermione, really? Her inner monologue had turned into a downright degenerate as of late.

Professor Snape led her to the sinks at the back of the room. The countertop next to them was piled high with dirty cauldrons. Hermione groaned inwardly. It was going to be a long night.

"As you can see, the first year's have done a number on their cauldrons today. I made sure they left them nice and dirty for you. Get to work. I'm sure I don't need to remind you not to use magic,"

He swept his hand to indicate the full sink and countertop, and then swept away towards his desk. Hermione sighed and pulled off her jumper, and rolled up the sleeves of her blouse. She got to work on cleaning the cauldrons, grateful that she would at least get to face the wall and focus on her task. Potions had been difficult lately with Professor Snape always in her peripheral vision, either stalking around the room or sitting at his desk before her. Ever since she had begun to see him in a new light it was impossible to concentrate when he was around.

His commanding, disdainful drawl did something to her insides. She figured there must be something wrong with her, but who wasn't a little messed up after the war? She only had three months left at Hogwarts, and she knew once she wasn't forced to be in his presence she would move on, and find a new focus for her fantasies. For now she just had to get through it, and try to distract herself.

Several cauldrons in Hermione was getting into the zone of repetitive labor. Scrub, rinse, dry, scrub. She had almost forgotten where she was. Until she heard soft footsteps behind her. Snape was pacing the back of the classroom. Why couldn't he just sit at his desk in the other corner and let her get through her detention with her sanity intact?

She kept up her scrubbing, all the while aware that the footsteps were getting closer and closer to her. She didn't dare turn around, sure that he would reprimand her for losing focus. She could not afford another detention with him. She was going mad already just knowing he must be watching her. She shifted from foot to foot uncomfortably. The only noise in the room was the running water, his soft footsteps, and her breathing.

Hermione hadn't even noticed she had stopped scrubbing altogether when she suddenly felt his breath on her ear.

"Tell me, Miss Granger, is this the detention you were hoping for?..." he was standing so close she could feel the heat of his body on her back. She startled slightly at the sound of his deep baritone,

"I'm.. I'm not sure what you mean, sir?" She said softly, taking deep measured breaths. She hoped he would mistake her obvious reaction for fear, not arousal. Her body and brain were once again betraying her. Get it together Hermione. He's your professor! She wasn't sure where he was going in his line of questioning.

Snape put his hand down on the counter to her left, caging her in, but still not touching her. She shivered slightly, and hoped he hadn't noticed.

"You really should keep your mind a bit more closed off, you know," he said softly. She could hear his sneer, she didn't need to look.

"...Sir?.." she questioned. What was he on about? Now she really was confused.

"I know what kind of detention you've been imagining, Miss Granger….Tell me, do your little friends know what you've been up to in that brain of yours?"

A shock of ice ran down her spine. No. No. He couldn't possibly know. Could he? Her breathing turned panicked, chest heaving. She dropped the cauldron she'd been holding into the sink with a clunk. She heard Snape chuckle softly, just behind her ear. He was leaning over her now, so close. She could smell his sharp masculine scent, cedar and bourbon, and a hint of wool.

"I…. I'm…" She breathed, lost for words. Terrified, and beyond turned on at the same time. Surely he was just trying to humiliate her, scare her? She was a silly school girl. A plain little know-it-all. There's no way he was actually interested. He was surely laughing at her. Her cheeks flamed.

"Now, if you're as smart as I think you are, you'll finish these cauldrons and leave my presence.." Did he just compliment her? Her head was spinning.

"Alternatively… If you're naive enough to think you know what you're really getting yourself into, you'll go lean over my desk… Flip your skirt up…

Just like your little fantasy." Oh Gods. Oh my Gods. Was this real life?

Snape took a step back to allow her the space to move, if she chose. With a sweep of his wand his desk cleared of papers and all other accouterments. That ought to be enough to scare her off, he thought smugly. Go on, flee to Gryffindor tower and your little friends. 3… 2…. 1..

She suddenly stood up straighter, and turned away from the sink. Just as I thought, he smirked to himself. But to his surprise she fled not to the classroom door, but his desk. She threw herself over the smooth walnut, hiding her face all the way. She kept her eyes averted as she reached back and pulled her skirt up and draped it over her lower back, revealing her smooth round arse in small cotton knickers. Snapes eyebrows rose to his hairline. He hadn't expected that.

What am i doing?? I must be going mad. This is humiliating… am I seriously bent over my potion professors desk, presenting my arse like some pathetic sex starved tart?There's no way he's serious… He will surely throw her out of his classroom, laughing all the way. Ugh. She buried her head in her arms on top of the desk. She thought she might vomit, her heart was beating out of her chest. She was such an idiot. Hermione just couldn't pass up the minut chance that he wasn't toying with her…. She had been beyond frustrated for months now. And as humiliated and embarrassed as she was displaying herself to her professor, she had never been more turned on in her life. He could probably talk her to orgasm at this point. She must have suffered some serious brain damage during the war…

Severus had expected her to flee. Or yell in his face, report him to the Headmistress. Or merely finish her cauldron cleaning task and leave. He hadn't expected her to actually throw herself over his desk and wait, panting like she'd just run a mile. His cock twitched to life in his trousers. It had been a very long time since any witch had presented herself to him. Much less a young witch with a smooth, tight bum. Yes, he would be a fool not to try and see this through…

Severus slowly stalked over to his desk, coming up behind Hermione,

"My my Miss Granger. I am surprised… What would your friends say if they saw you like this? Splayed out so eagerly for your most hated professor… Their prissy little goody-two-shoes… Their Gryffindor Princess… Is a dirty girl, submitting to the greasy bat of the dungeons.."

"Oh Gods.." Hermione groaned, face still hidden in her arms. She was on her tiptoes, and her bum danced in anxious circles on top of his desk. Severus adjusted himself in his trousers. God's, he could watch that jiggle for the rest of his life. He wanted to rip off her sweet white knickers and shove his cock inside of her right then and there. But no, that wasn't what she needed.

Hermione heard rustling behind her, then saw his robes fly through the air to hang themselves on the coat rack by the door.Oh merlin, he's taking his clothes off?? She snuck a quick peek over her shoulder and saw Snape standing there sans robes and frockcoat, rolling up the sleeves of his white dress shirt. She swallowed thickly. This is really happening. Oh my Gods Oh my Gods.

It was somewhat unnerving to see him that way. Even when he had laid dying in the shrieking shack he had been buttoned up in his signature uniform. Always buttoned up and severe. Without it he looked distinctly more human. But he was still as intimidating as ever- he was a tall man with broad shoulders, and though he was rather trim, she could see his arms and shoulders were defined by wiry muscles. He had a dark and foreboding stance, and his glittering black eyes shone behind his curtain of lank hair. Hermione could admit he wasn't a conventionally handsome man.. But she found his looks quite distinguished, like some kind of Roman statue. She turned her face back into her arms and waited with baited breath.

Severus reached out and placed a hand softly on her lower back, inching slowly towards her arse, giving her ample time to stop him. Instead she pressed her bum closer in invitation. He rubbed his hand softly over her left cheek, then the right. His hands felt warm and calloused against her skin. She felt a shiver run through her.

"You don't know what it is you are asking for, Miss Granger…. I am no fumbling school boy…" She whimpered softly, rolling her arse more frantically.

"Please, sir… I.." she huffed out, voice muffled by her arms. Severus raised his hand and gave her left cheek a sharp smack, smirking at her reaction. She jumped and gasped, reaching a hand back to hold her bum.

"Isn't that what you wanted, Miss Granger?..." Snape drawled, "It's not too late to back out… Leave now and I'll never mention this again… Your reputation will remain intact… The choice is yours."

Hermione panted hard for a moment. Then brought her hand back up to her head, and arched her back again.

Severus let go of the breath he hadn't known he was holding. The relief he felt surprised him. But, of course he would be relieved… who wouldn't want a little witch spread out before him, begging to be spanked? He reached out again and caressed her over her knickers. She sighed gently.

"Spread your legs," he commanded. Hermione only hesitated for a second before spreading her legs slightly. Snape gave her a quick smack,

"Wider, Miss Granger," she huffed and spread her legs wide, revealing the translucent damp patch on her white knickers. Snape grinned,

"Wet knickers, Miss Granger?... How desperate you must be," he crowed delightedly. Hermione groaned again, hips moving in tight little circles.

"Keep still girl. And try not to leave a puddle on my desk.." he sneered, and began to spank her in earnest, slowly dialing up the intensity. Hermione gasped and groaned, her fingers gripped the edge of his desk for dear life. The spanking felt like it had been going on for ages. Her arse felt like it was smoldering, though the hits stung less now, and the heat was quickly moving south. As his smacks slowly made their way down from the curve of her rump to her center she reflexively closed her legs to protect herself.

Severus growled and grabbed her thighs, forcing them apart. He grabbed her knickers and pulled them hard up into her arse, pulling them up between her wet folds.

"Can't you follow directions? I told you to keep still! Don't waste my time girl, you are free to leave if that's what you desire…" he intoned, irritated. He gave her pussy a few hard smacks for good measure, then stopped to caress her now bright red bum.

"I will warn you right now Miss Granger… I am not a nice man," Hermione moaned as he rubbed her arse, her hips now twitching in a frantic dance. She was so close to losing it.. Her knickers were putting so much pressure on her clitoris, and his soft rubbing of her bum was driving her mad. The spanking had hurt a lot at first, but the pain quickly faded into a warm sting that seemed to go straight to her pussy.

"I will take my pleasure from you… And I will give you the release you need… But it will be on my terms… Do you understand?.." He grabbed her hip while he spoke, and ground his hardness into her bum. The wool of his trousers felt like sandpaper on her sensitive cheeks. She whimpered,

"Yes.. sir. I understand." Her voice was shaky and quiet. Severus let out a barely audible grunt as he pressed himself against her, then pulled away. It wouldn't do to let himself get carried away right now. He reached down and adjusted himself again. The way things were going his zipper was going to rub him raw before the night was out.

Severus ran a finger lightly down the center of her arse, just barely grazing her pussy as he went. She felt damp and hot through the fabric. She moaned again, pushing her pussy against his finger, trying to find some friction. He grabbed her knickers and slowly peeled them down, the crotch clung to her folds with her juices.

"Is this what you want, Miss Granger?.." he asked, pulling her knickers down to just above her knees and leaving them there.

"Yes!" She said breathlessly, rolling her bum in circles, again and again, in a positively lewd display. Snape had to smother a groan. She looked breathtaking.. her pussy was perfect; pink and glistening, desperate to be filled. He could just barely spot the soft thatch of hair that covered her mound. Her arse had been warmed up to a nice shade of magenta.

"Tell me what you want girl," Severus growled, hands on her gyrating hips, "Ask me to touch you, or get up and go back to your dorm. Now."

"Please sir…. Please touch me.." Hermione gasped, so quietly he barely heard her. Snape grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head to the side so he could see her face, and leaned over her body, pressed against her back he spoke in her ear,

"Not good enough.. Say, 'please finger my desperate pussy Professor'" Snape leered at her. Let's see that Gryffindor courage now…

Hermione's face was on fire. She'd never been more embarrassed in her life. But she was too far gone now to quit. She needed to be filled so badly she thought she might burst into flames. She would say anything he wanted her to if he would just give her some relief. She took a fortifying breath,

"Please finger my desperate pussy, Professor," she huffed out in one quick breath. Severus let out a quiet chuckle, deep and rich in her ear,

"Good girl… I'm impressed," Hermione shivered. Who knew two simple words could turn her legs to mush?

Severus let go of her hair and leaned back, trailing his hands down her back and over her arse. With one finger he lightly traced over her arsehole, all the way down to her clit. She moaned and jumped when he finally circled her swollen nub.

"God's, yessss.." he ran his finger back to her entrance and spread her juices around before coming back to clitoris, rubbing it in slow small circles. Severus kept up his rhythm on her clit while he brought up his other hand to her entrance, and slid first one, then two fingers to the hilt. Her pussy was so hot and tight he thought he might come right there in his trousers. He gritted his teeth and pushed on, turning his hand against the floor and feeling for the spongy patch of her g-spot.

He began to firmly but slowly rub with the pads of his fingers, and Hermione saw stars. She was so focused on the tight heat growing in her core she didn't even hear the high keening noise that was coming out of her. She felt like she was on the edge of a cliff, about to jump off.

"Has anyone ever made you feel like this before Miss Granger?" He drawled softly. He was fingering her harder now, and her pussy was making obscene squelching noises.

"No, sir," she moaned, almost sobbing with pleasure. She slammed her hips back into him over and over again, fucking herself with his fingers. He kept up a steady beat on her little nub. Any second now…

"Remember that, girl. I'm the only one who can do this to you…." She was gripping the edge of the desk so hard she thought her nails might crack. Her hips would surely be covered with bruises from slamming against the wood.

"Fuuuuck" she keened, desperately close to her peak. Severus clenched his teeth,

"Yessss," he hissed, "come for me Miss Granger. Now." He increased the speed but lessened the pressure on her clit and she was off, wailing with her release.

"Uuuuuhhh. Yes. Pleaaasee. Gods Professor.." her juices flooded his hand as she came down from her orgasm, her hips slowing in their gyrations and then stopping altogether. She slumped onto the desk, exhausted and panting. Severus gave her pussy one last caress and then pulled away, plopping himself down into his desk chair.

Fuck. It had been so long since he'd had a witch under his control like that. And she was particularly responsive and lively.

Hermione awkwardly stood up from the desk, wincing at the stiffness in her hips and back. She let her knickers fall the rest of the way off her legs and stepped out of them, then turned to face her Potion's Professor.

Snape was slumped lowly in his chair, legs spread wide, trousers very obviously tented. His dark eyes burned into her. She bit her lip and looked down, feeling awkward now that she wasn't on the verge of orgasm.

Her eyes focused on his placket, and the very obvious bulge within. It would be rude to leave without helping him out… right? Oh gods.

Hermione sunk to her knees in front of his spread legs, and looked back up at his face. Snape stared down his hooked nose at her blankly. Then raised his eyebrow in challenge. He gestured over his lap with a sweeping hand,

"Well?..." He said not unkindly.

Hermione swallowed thickly. While she was very eager to please him, she was suddenly nervous to do it wrong. Her fumblings with Ron had been such a stark difference… Most of the time she'd barely been able to touch him at all and he'd come. It was shocking they ever made it to the main event at all. This would be different… Snape was a grown man.. he'd made that very clear.

"Sir.. may I… May I touch you?" She whispered, eyes on his crotch. He reached down and grabbed her chin gently, forcing her to look him in the eyes.

"Yes, you may." He said softly, then let go of her chin and leaned back in his chair. He slid down slightly, opening his legs wider, and placed his hands on the arm rests, waiting.

Hermione took a breath and then hesitantly ran her hands up his legs, from his knees to his belt buckle, feeling the firm muscle of his thighs. She unbuckled his belt and unzipped him, then spread his placket wide and reached inside. Apparently Snape was a commando kind of man.

Severus grunted softly when she freed him from his trousers, and gripped him firmly in her hand. Merlin.. Hermione gasped softly. She hadn't a lot to compare him to, but from her limited knowledge she deduced he was larger than average. Who knew Professor Snape had been hiding that in his trousers this whole time? She giggled internally. She knew enough to know it wouldn't go over well to laugh at the first sight of a man's penis.

His cock looked hard and angry, red at the tip. He felt like marble encased in warm satin in her hands. She did one experimental pump of her hand and he let a quick breath out of his nose. So far so good..

But she wanted more room to get her hands on him properly. Hermione reached for the waistband of his trousers and gently pulled, and he lifted his hips to allow her to pull them all the way down, his belt made a clink when it hit the floor. Much better.

His bollocks hung low and warm. She grabbed them gently, rolling each one softly in her hand. His cock jumped at her ministrations and she smiled shyly.

Right, time to get down to it. He just gave you the best orgasm you've ever had, time to repay the favor best you can.

Hermione knew she wasn't experienced enough to rock his world like he had hers, but she was eager to please him, and a fast learner. She slowly started to pump her hand up and down over his cock, twisting her hand gently at the tip. She'd read that in a book, and it seemed to be paying off.

Every so often she'd tug gently on his bullocks while still keeping up her pace on his cock. She was mesmerized by what she was doing to him. He was stoic, but his hips gently snapped up to meet her, and his breathing was no longer steady. Soon a small bead of fluid leaked from his tip, she spread it around with her hand and then narrowed her focus to the head of his cock, pulling his foreskin back and forth over his tip quickly, while her other hand worked the base.

Severus let out a quiet "Fuck. Just like that" and threw his head back, though his eyes still focused on her.

Oh Gods. I'm giving my Professor a handjob.Hermione had the urge to start laughing hysterically. She was making her most stern and stoic Professor fall apart. How many other people had seen him like this? She felt a trickle of fluid leaking from her pussy. Gods she wanted to come again, just from watching him.

"Open your shirt girl. I want to come on your tits" he growled, pushing his hips up to meet her on every downward stroke.

Hermione groaned softly, and took one hand away from him to clumsily unbutton her blouse, keeping up her rhythm with her other hands. Snape made an impatient sound and flicked his hand at her, and her blouse and bra split down the middle and hung open to reveal her bare breasts. He had left her Gryffindor tie to hang there between them.

Her nipples quickly hardened into small peaks at the rush of cold dungeon air. She got up on her knees and arched her back to line up with his cock.

"Lovely," he drawled, slightly out of breath. She thought she might burst into flames the way he was staring at her. Her arm was getting tired, but she knew he was close, and she wasn't ready to give up yet. She pulled down on his balls firmly and kept up a fast pace on his cock. Yes Professor, fuck.

Her thighs were slippery with her arousal. She rubbed them together, trying to create some friction, but to no avail.

"Yeeessss," Snape hissed, clenching his teeth, "look at you Miss Granger…. So eager to let your dirty Professor come all over those pretty tits"

Hermione was practically creaming herself at his words.

"Yes sir, please!" She used one hand to cup her breasts and present them to him, and pumped his cock faster with her other, aiming him at her chest. Within seconds he was coming, nostrils flared and grunting, he covered her breasts in pearly white ropes. She pumped his cock softly as his orgasm dwindled, only stopping when he placed his hand atop hers.

Hermione leaned back, chest heaving, decorated in his release. Her cheeks were bright red, curls wild around her head, thighs damp and squirming. She was the very picture of debauchery. She was beautiful. It was an image he wouldn't soon forget.

Severus tucked himself away into his trousers and looked at her with a critical eye.

"Again, Miss Granger?... You insatiable girl.." He flicked a hand at her chest and his semen disappeared,

"Well, come up here then."

He indicated his lap. She stood up to climb into his lap when he interrupted,

"No, face away from me. Yes, that's right."

Hermione sat on his lap, her back to his chest, legs spread wide on either side of his. Severus tucked her hair over to one side so he could whisper into her ear. She could feel his large nose pressed against her cheek.

"Tell me, Miss Granger, have you had many lovers?" He brought his hands up to her chest and started to softly knead her breasts. They were petite but round, and fit perfectly in his palms.

Hermione moaned and rubbed her arse against his lap. Her bum still stung a bit from the spanking, but she found the heat was only adding to her arousal.

"No sir…"

"Well you could have fooled me, with that performance.." he twiddled her nipples, rolling them between his forefingers and thumbs, sending shockwaves straight to her clit. Hermione smiled at his praise. She was pretty sure he had never complimented her once in all the years she'd known him. Now the praise flowed freely from his lips. She felt high on the power of her feminine wiles.

Snape slid a hand down her stomach and flipped her skirt up, tucking it into the waistband. His fingers slipped between her lips and sought out her little bundle of nerves. His other hand stayed behind to pluck at her right nipple.

"So wet for me," he growled into her ear. Gods, he could make me come with his voice alone.

"Mmmmmm" she groaned, grinding her hips into him. She was so close already. She could hear the slick sound of her pussy as his fingers danced over it.

"Do you hear that little girl? You're positively drenched.." he whispered in her ear. Hermione cringed and covered her face with her hands. She found the sound awkward and embarrassing, not arousing.

He growled and stop his circling of her clit,

"Don't hide your face from me girl, hands on the chair." He commanded. Hermione sighed and slowly moved her hands to grip the armrests. Her face was flaming. Snape resumed stimulating her nub with his thumb, and sunk two fingers into her.

"Good girl." He crooned into her ear, "Now ride my e for me… And I want to hear that pussy."

"Uhhhh yes," Hermione groaned, and began to ride his hand in earnest.

"Yes what?" He demanded.

"Sir! Yes sir. Please…. Oh fuck.." she gasped, as he put pressure on her front wall, turning her groans into mindless babbling.

"Such language, Miss Granger," Snape chided, "What would the masses think if they knew?... If they saw you writhing around on your professors lap with his fingers buried in your twat… You're just gagging for it, aren't you little girl?.. I know you're imagining I'm stretching your tight pussy with my cock instead… that's what you really want, isn't it?.."

She was going to go spare with him muttering in her ear like that. Gods. Hermione had never felt so dirty, and so amazing before in her life.

She rode his hand as hard as she could. She looked like a woman possessed. Severus could feel her hot panting breaths as she leaned her head back against him. His face was lost in a wild cloud of her hair.

Suddenly Snape started to flick her clitoris just right and she was there. She tensed up and came with a sob, a small trickle of fluid shot down her folds and over Snapes knuckles. Her gyrations slowed to a stop and Severus pulled his fingers free from her gently, and brought them to her mouth. She sucked them clean, tasting her own juices for the first time.

Snape smirked and then leaned back with a sigh,

"As much as I've enjoyed your little display, it's getting late Miss Granger… Your friends will think I've done you bodily harm," Hermione snorted softly, and got to her feet.

"But sir, the cauldrons…." She said with a hint of mirth. Snape rolled his eyes, and flicked his wand at the sink, setting them to washing themselves.

"Forget the cauldrons, cheeky witch. I think you've proven yourself redeemed…" Hermione smiled shyly as she repaired her clothes and put herself back together. She tried to pat down her wild hair into something resembling order, but gave it up as a lost cause. Snape eyed her with amusement.

"Now get back to your dorm and leave me in peace," he drawled, watching her from his lazy position in his chair.

"I think it goes without saying that the events here tonight don't leave this room…."

Hermione nodded, "Of course, sir." Her cheeks were a pretty shade of pink. She grabbed her satchel and headed for the door.

"Oh and Miss Granger," she heard him call out. She turned around to face him again.

"If you should feel that your detention was….. incomplete… You may return Friday night at seven. We can resume your tutelage then." His eyes seemed to be looking straight into her soul.

"Thank you, Professor… I will…. Goodnight sir," with one last look behind her, she opened the door and exited the classroom. As she closed the door behind her, she thought she heard a soft,

"Good girl."