Becoming Familiar with a Man of Misery

Chapter 29 ~ In the Potions Classroom…Again.

That afternoon Severus watched his class filling up. Cauldrons on burners and small bottles sat on the desk before each seat. The students were going to do some brewing today. Hermione had not yet arrived. He had decided that it would be best if he didn’t accost the witch again. He didn’t think he would be able to walk away from her without penetrating her at least once. And that would be more torture, not being able to be completed sated by fucking her liberally.

Hermione walked into the classroom. She was late because she stopped by the infirmary and got a contraceptive patch from Poppy. Thankfully the medi-witch didn’t lecture her as Hermione placed the patch on her inner thigh, where it glowed red then disappeared. The healer did look a bit shocked that she wore no clothing under her robes, however.

Hermione didn’t even give Severus a glance as she took her seat at the table in the back of the room and watched as the students took their seats. She looked extremely cool and collected. The Potions Master wondered if she stopped in her rooms and dipped herself in a conjured barrel of never-melting ice water. Her amber eyes rested on him attentively along with the rest of the classroom. She evidenced none of the lust she had earlier in the day.

Well, at least her demeanor made his resolve easier, though the thought of what occurred earlier and what would happen between them tonight still had him on point concerning her. He walked up to the blackboard and wrote the word “LAB” in large letters.

He turned on the class and with a billow of robes, strode to the front of his desk, his black eyes slowly passing over each and every one of his pupils..

Hermione looked cool, but she thought he was magnificent as he glared at his blanching students.

“This afternoon we will be brewing a draught which causes an effect that most of you in this class exhibit naturally when required to use even the slightest amount of brain power, namely the ‘Confusing & Befuddlement Draught’,” the Professor said with a sneer. He walked back to the blackboard, picked up the chalk and wrote as he spoke.

“The ingredient for the draught are as follows: sneezewort, scurvy-grass, and lovage. The sneezewort leaves are powdered, and this ingredient lives up to its name, so please, fight your idiotic inclinations to snort it. You may blow out what little brains you have clinging to your skulls. Scurvy-grass is a sea-coast plant with four-petaled cross-shaped white flowers. At one time eaten by sailors to prevent scurvy. There is no reason for any of you to consume it. And lovage, also known as Levisticum officinale, is used in cooking and as a medicinal herb. It is a member of the carrot family native to southern muggle Europe.”

Severus proceeded to write the brewing instructions on the board.

“As you can see, this is a fairly simple draught to brew and can be completed during class. Be precise in your measurements, and especially the timing. Adding the ingredients too soon can result in rather messy consequences. Since there are only three ingredients to this potion, I can see no reason for any errors.”

Severus looked at Hermione.

“Miss Granger, if you would kindly go to my lab and wheel out the cart of ingredients,” he said to her, his black eyes glittering as he looked at the witch despite himself.

“Yes, Professor,” Hermione replied as she rose and walked to his lab.

In a few moments she wheeled out a cart that held three separated piles of ingredients, the sneezewort in small bowls, the lovage and scurvy-grass in bundles. She stopped near the lab doors.

Severus instructed the students to set the cauldrons on high and add the bottle of base sitting next to them. After they did this, they approached Hermione row by row, and she handed out the ingredients. The students returned to their desks and began working on brewing the draughts.

Hermione watched as Severus walked between the rows, observing the students work, occasionally snapping at them when they were about to make a mistake. She wheeled the cart back into the stores area, and began to put the remaining items away. After she had done so, she began unbuttoning her robes. When she finished, she took a deep calming breath.

“Professor Snape!” she called loudly, “Could you come here a moment? I need your assistance.”

Severus looked up in the direction of the witch’s voice.

“Pay attention to what you are doing,” he hissed at the class, “I will be back momentarily.”

He walked to the stores area, seeing the empty cart outside the door. Hermione must be in the storeroom itself. He strode into it, but didn’t see her. Suddenly the door closed. Hermione had been pressed against the wall when he entered. He’d walked right by her.

Severus spun, scowling when the door closed.

“Hermione, what are….” His voice faltered as he looked at the witch, her robes open, her lovely body visible. He swallowed as she quickly walked up to him and took his hands and placed them on her waist.

“You left me hanging earlier,” she breathed as she rubbed herself against him. The Potions Master’s nostrils flared, and his hands began to move over her soft curves with a mind of their own.

“You should be thankful for that,” he growled.

His eyes widened as Hermione drew her wand and flicked it at his robes, which fell open, revealing his white shirt and black trousers underneath.

“Unlike you, Miss Granger, I am wearing clothing,” he breathed, his hand slipping over her bra-clad breast.

“I know,” she said. She steeled herself, then slipped her hand down the front of his trousers and touched his cock lightly. The Potions Master hissed.

“You minx,” he seethed, grasping her by her buttocks and pulling her into him. “You’re going to make me do this aren’t you?”

“Yes,” she breathed. Her hand tried to close over his shaft, but wouldn’t reach around his girth completely.

Hermione’s eyes widened as the Potions Master looked down at her.

“I’m quite a handful, aren’t I?” he purred.

Hermione’s hand ran the length of him. His cock didn’t seem to have an end. She began to tremble. Suddenly Severus lifted her and slid her on to the shelving, pulling her forward with one hand as he tore at his trouser fastenings with the other.

“Since you are so insistent, Hermione,” he panted at her, “I have no choice but to deflower you here…but it will only be a warm-up. I cannot possibly fuck you the way I want under these conditions. But still…”

Severus quickly opened his pants, lowered his boxers and pulled out his cock. Hermione’s eyes went wide at the sheer size of it. He looked at her.

“Being deflowered by me will be a bit of an ordeal, Miss Granger,” he breathed, pulling her closer and positioning himself between her legs. He pressed the head of his cock against the crotch of her soaked knickers.

“You want this?” he asked, pressing his cock into her softness hard.

Hermione looked down at him. Gods he was so big…but Circe she wanted him inside her. The ache was killing her.

“Yes…yes,” she breathed, pushing herself forward and rolling her pelvis, leaning her head back and groaning as her clit rubbed against his cock through the wet fabric of her knickers.

Severus pulled her knickers aside and pressed his cock against her hot, slick flesh. He rested against her hymen, the swollen head pulsing against the witch, who was looking down at the huge member the wizard was about to impale her on. She was trembling badly with need, biting her lip, preparing herself for the initial pain. It was happening. At last.

“Fuck,” Severus breathed, grabbing her by her ass, preparing to thrust into her as hard as he could. He had to make it quick…that was the only way. His dark, lust-filled eyes met her hungry, amber ones.

“On the count of three, Hermione,” he breathed, holding her so tightly his fingers were digging into her flesh, “One…two…”

Hermione closed her eyes.

Suddenly there was an explosion out in the classroom. Severus started and pulled his hips back, his head turning toward the sound.

“Nooooo!” Hermione groaned, clutching at him as he quickly tucked his cock back in his trousers. The Potions Master pulled out his wand and fixed both his and her clothing then flung the door open and ran back to his class.

The students in the last two rows were stumbling about stupidly, some of them engaging in altercations, as the rest of the class stared at them open-mouthed.

“Help me restrain them,” the Potions Master shouted at the class. The unaffected students rushed forward and grabbed at the babbling, struggling students. Severus then placed binding spells on all of them, locking them in place. He made the other students return to their work.

A red-faced and clearly frustrated Hermione walked out of the stores area. Somebody, someplace didn’t like her, she was sure of it. She scowled at the bound students as Severus talked to Poppy through the classroom floo. Little cockblockers, every single one of them. She felt like hexing them. She watched as Severus levitated the bound students one by one, sending them through the floo. Obviously Poppy was getting them on the other side. Finally, he sent the last one through. He looked back at Hermione. There was no sign on his face acknowledging how close they had come.

“Miss Granger, please oversee the rest of the class and collect their potions when they are completed. They may leave when they have cleaned up the work area,” he said, stepping through the floo and disappearing.

Hermione walked up to his desk, walked around it and sat down, scowling at the class with almost as much venom as the Potions Master. The pupils swallowed and finished working.

Shit. She couldn’t believe this! It was as if the gods of fucking were all against her. Severus could be in the infirmary for hours with his students. Merlin’s balls this sucked.

Hermione watched the students work sullenly, feeling as if the entire universe was trying to be some kind of fucking chaperone. She imagined no witch in wizarding world history ever had this much trouble trying to get some dick. She muttered an obscenity as a student walked up with a flask. His face turned bright red.

“Don’t look like that,” Hermione snarled at him. “Haven’t you ever heard a colorful metaphor before? You’ve left your draught, so stop gawking at me and go clean up!”

The student hurried back to his desk and started cleaning, looking up at the witch furtively from time to time as she glared at the class, thinking she was just as, if not more snarky and bad-tempered than Snape was.

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A/N: Okay, that was the final close call. Lol. Man, that sucked. :::shaking head:::: Lemons ahead for real ya’ll. Author’s promise! Thanks for hanging in there. Please review.

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Becoming Familiar with a Man of Misery
by Ruth Solomon

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