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Chapter 14 ~ Heading for the Dungeons
Hermione had been in the Great Hall for over half an hour when Snape billowed in, taking his seat and ordering his meal. She looked up at the dais, and met his dark eyes. They were absolutely smoldering. She felt a huge gush, and rolled her eyes up to the ceiling.
“Hermione, you all right?” Ron asked her, his eyebrows furrowed.
Hermione tried to compose herself. Her knickers were absolutely soaked. Snape was smirking at her knowingly.
“Yeah, Ron. I�m fine,” she replied, biting into a sweet roll.
“I noticed Snape giving you the evil eye,” Ron said, leaning close as if the Professor might hear him. “He�s a horrible old bird, isn�t he? It would give me the creeping fugwugs if he looked at me like that.” Ron shuddered.
Hermione almost laughed
“I don�t think he�d ever look at you like that, Ron,” she said, smiling obliquely.
“Well, still. It seems like he�s been watching you a lot since he came into the Great Hall,” Ron said. “I don�t like it. He looks like he�s up to something.”
Ron had become extremely protective of Hermione since the Draco incident. He would swell up protectively if he saw any male eye turned toward the Gryffindor witch.
“Oy! Whatcha looking at?” he�d growl, taking Hermione�s arm and dragging her away.
At first, Hermione thought it sweet, but it soon became annoying. She asked Harry to talk to him, which he did to avoid having to witness another big row between them. Ron still had all the sensitivity of a rock. The first thing he would do is bring up Draco if he and Hermione got into it again.
Harry did get him to tone it down a bit, but Ron was still on point when it came to Hermione.
Hermione could hardly eat, feeling Snape�s eyes on her body, and imagining what he was thinking. He had almost fucked her in his classroom. He must have lost control completely to let go like that. What would he be like tonight? Hermione had a feeling there wouldn�t be much kissing and caressing leading up to the big moment. The Professor didn�t seem as if he would wait very long to take her. She didn�t want him to. But gods, he was so hot and demanding.
Snape had her on his desk before she knew what was happening, and he felt so good moving against her body, his tongue in her mouth and his cock pressing between her thighs so hard it was almost painful. If the Headmaster hadn�t come when he did she would have certainly lost her virginity on top of the class� latest assignments, which were scattered under her.
“Hermione? Are you all right? Your eyes look all glowy and weird,” Ron said, staring at her. Poor Ron. He had no clue about women at all. Hermione scowled at him.
“Ron, just stop watching me and eat, please,” Hermione said, irritated.
“Just wanted to make sure you aren�t sick. You�re looking kind of flushed too,” he stated, shoveling some peas in his mouth and looking at her intently.
Hermione turned to Harry, who was quietly eating a ham sandwich. He had heard everything the two had said, and glanced up at Snape, who really was looking at Hermione with a glint in his eyes. But Snape�s eyes glinted at everybody eventually. He wasn�t as suspicious as Ron was. Hermione looked at him, pleadingly. Harry knew what to do.
“Hey Ron, who do you like in the upcoming match between the Kenmare Kestrels and the Tutshill Tornados?” Harry asked across Hermione.
“The Kestrels are going to stomp the Tornados,” Ron replied, getting up, “shove over Hermione. Men are talking Quidditch,” he said, squeezing in next to Harry, pushing the witch over unceremoniously.
Hermione mouthed, “Thanks,” to Harry, who gave her a small grin as Ron launched into the whys and wherefores of just how the Tornados were going to have the snuff kicked out of them.
Hermione glanced back up at the head table. Snape was still looking at her. He licked his lips, his black eyes seeming to see right inside her. She felt another gush. She was definitely going to have to shower when she left the Great Hall. Gods, she couldn�t wait for tonight.
Snape got an erection the moment his eyes fell on Hermione sitting at the Gryffindor table. Knowing in a few hours he would have the witch under him was making him extremely randy, and he had been in a state of perpetual arousal ever since she�d left his class. She�d better be on time tonight, or he really would go and get her. He wasn�t waiting another night. He was tired of dream-induced releases. He wanted to let go inside her body. He watched as the Gryffindor witch said good-bye to her friends and rose from the table, giving him a rather hot-eyed look before turning and exiting the hall. He�d bet his last potion that the young witch�s knickers were soaked to dripping. He felt a sudden urge to follow her and find out, but steeled himself. Tonight. He just had to wait until tonight. He�d find out everything about her.
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The Professor returned to his rooms and set about preparing for his night with Miss Granger. He put fresh sheets on the bed, and added more pillows. He might need them to prop up parts of her body. He then had a house elf bring him some bottled water and a bowl of never-melting ice to keep the water cold. He then went to his potions storeroom and got a few healing items. He had a feeling Miss Granger was going to need them before the night was over. He also selected a strong contraceptive elixir. He planned to fill her with so much come, she�d conceive quadruplets if she wasn�t protected. He thought about music, then decided against it. The sound of her cries of passion would be music enough for him. This night was not based on romance, but on animal attraction on both their parts. No need to muck it up with useless extras.
He wondered if Miss Granger would want to continue with him after tonight. He would do his best to make her want to�but still would fuck her as if this were to be his only time. Which meant she had a good, hard ride coming. He only hoped her need matched his own. It certainly seemed to this afternoon. When he thought about it afterwards, he was glad Albus showed up when he did. It would have been satisfying to slake his need for her on his desk, but then he would have had to wait hours or days to have her again. Tonight, in the privacy of his rooms, he could take her over and over again. His cock throbbed at the thought of it.
He surveyed his bedroom to see if he forgot anything. He did. He transfigured a piece of parchment into a large mirror, and placed it against the wall on the far side of his bed. He liked mirrors, and thought Miss Granger would like to see her fantasy as it happened, if she were able to focus that is. There was a good chance she wouldn�t be. The Professor stripped down, walked into his bathroom and took a shower. He bathed himself thoroughly, wanting to be squeaky clean all over. He doubted that there would be much exploration of bodies tonight, but one never knew. He finished showering and applied a deodorizing spell, but no scent. He only wanted to smell pure sex and sweat. As far as he was concerned, nothing could possibly smell better. He pulled on a pair of silk boxers and buttoned his robes over it. He then walked to his study and poured himself a shot of firewhiskey. He sat down in the armchair facing the fireplace and stared into the flames, his mind focused on the innocent beauty that would soon be his. He glanced at the clock. Time was kind and had flown by. It was now eight-thirty.
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Hermione had showered, and now was sitting on the side of her bed, trying to deal with the butterflies in her stomach and the ache between her legs that intensified every time she thought of the Potions Master, waiting for her in his rooms. Did he feel as much anticipation as she did? She looked at the clock. It was a quarter to nine. She took a deep breath and stood up. The fabric of her robes swished against her naked flesh underneath. Her nipples hardened at the contact. She felt as if her entire body was just a mass of nerve endings, waiting for the electric touch of Severus Snape to race through it. She exited her room and walked down to the common room. She froze. Ron and Harry were there, playing a game of wizard�s chess. She would never be able to slip by them. And Ron was in perpetual watchdog mode. If she tried to leave the common room so close to curfew, he would demand to know where she was going this time of night. She sat on the stairs, unobserved and watched them play. It was a slow game. Harry had gotten better over time and they thought each move out carefully. She looked at the common room clock. It was ten after nine now. Professor Snape had to be wondering where she was.
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Snape was pacing his study now. Miss Granger was usually punctual. Something must have happened to hold her up. His black eyes watched the clock as the minute hand moved toward the fifteen-minute mark. When it struck he stood up and marched through the study door, through his office and out into the dungeon corridor. With a harsh look on his face, Snape cast a disillusionment spell on himself, and strode through Hogwarts, a determined look on his face. He was going to get Miss Granger, if he had to go into Gryffindor tower itself to retrieve her.
He walked quickly into the main hall and up the main stairwell. He noticed two students snogging behind a statue, but didn�t have time for them now. He rode the stairwells to the corridor that led to the portrait which hid the entrance to Gryffindor Tower. He strode through the corridor and stopped in front of the portrait of the Fat Lady.
“Open up,” he hissed.
The Fat Lady started.
“Who�s there?” she asked.
“The Head of Slytherin House. Now open up,” Snape said irritatedly.
“How do I know it�s the Head of Slytherin house,” the portrait challenged him.
“Because last time I was here I threatened to strip you with a turpentine spell,” Snape hissed, “And I can still do it.”
The Fat Lady blanched and the portrait swung open. Snape stepped through and walked the passageway, and emerged in the common room. The first thing he saw was Potter and Weasley, playing a game of chess. The second thing he saw was Hermione, sitting on the top of the stairs with her chin on her hand, watching them. He knew what happened immediately. She couldn�t get past them without them questioning her. She couldn�t very well tell them she was going to fuck the Potions Professor. Snape walked by the young wizards toward the stairs, then up them. They didn�t turn into a slide because, although he was male, he was a staff member. He could enter the girl�s dormitory.
Hermione was seated on the stairs, waiting for Ron and Harry to finish and retire, when she felt strong arms wrap around her possessively. She almost screamed, but a hand clamped over her mouth.
“I told you I�d come for you,” the disillusioned Potions Master purred. In a moment, Hermione was also disillusioned.
“Come with me, Miss Granger,” Snape said in a low growl, not releasing the witch but holding her tight against him as they made their way down the stairs, past the boys and out of the common room. Ron looked up, then looked around suspiciously.
“What�s wrong?” Harry asked him, looking up from the game.
Ron�s brow furrowed.
“I don�t know. I just got the feeling we weren�t alone,” he said, still looking around, “like somebody walked past us.”
Harry scowled at him.
“If this is a new way for you to try and break my concentration, Ron, it�s not going to work. Now come on, it�s your move.”
Ron looked around the common room once more, then returned to the game. But he still had a feeling he had missed something. Something important.
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Hermione felt strange with the Professor�s arm encircled tightly around her waist, and feeling his body pressed against hers, but not being able to see him. Where their bodies contacted however, she felt heat was passing between them. He hurried her along, almost dragging her as they walked down the corridor leading to the stairs. She could hear his breathing. It was ragged, like he could hardly draw a breath.
“Are you all right, Professor,” she asked him as he pulled her along.
“I will be,” he growled, “as soon as I get you to my rooms, Miss Granger.” His arm tightened around her possessively.
Hermione felt a pulse of anticipation at his words.
Soon they were in the main hall and turning down the dungeons corridor. Hermione was feeling a little winded, they were moving so fast. Snape was in full stride, and his legs were a lot longer than hers.
“Professor, I�m tired,” she said to the slight shimmering beside her.
They stopped. Suddenly she was swung up into the Professor�s arms, and he started striding again.
“I can�t wait for you, Miss Granger,” he said.
Hermione didn�t know if he meant wait for her to catch up to him in the corridor, or wait for her to be ready to give herself to him. She suspected both. They arrived at the door to the Potions office. It swung open and Snape carried her through. The door shut and he whispered a ward over it, then proceeded to the wall that opened to his study. The wall slid up and they stepped through that also. It slid down and the Professor whispered a ward and a silencing spell, then turned and strode with the witch through his study and into his bedroom. He put her down and removed the disillusionment spell.
They stood there, looking at each other. Hermione was trembling at the predatory look in the Potions Master�s eyes as they swept over her. He licked his lips.
“Miss Granger�” he breathed, his black eyes glittering. He was trying to find the right words to say to her.
Hermione put her hand to his lips gently.
“We�ve talked enough, Professor,” she said softly, her amber eyes glowing with desire. The Professor searched her face for a moment and saw nothing but surrender.
Then he was on her.
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A/N: I know. I know. I am the cruelest author alive. I should be hexed or dipped in a cauldron of bubertuber puss. Yadda yadda. :::eg::: As you curse me, I just want to say I had to draw it out one more excruciating chapter. We needed to know about Ron and Harry, and the preparations Snape made, how Hermione got stuck, etc. But no more slipping around the orchard. The lemons have arrived. Snape is in active sex mode. Lucky, lucky Hermione. Please review.
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