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Chapter 4 ~ Three Trains of Thought
Snape poured himself a stiff firewhiskey and stared into the glass a moment before downing it in one gulp. He gasped as the liquor burned his throat going down, his black eyes watering a bit. He set the glass down, turned and walked to the armchair in front of the fireplace and folded himself into it. The image of himself roughly fucking Miss Granger came back to him in glaring clarity. He tried to push it from his mind but it stubbornly remained. He felt his cock hardening despite himself. The detention had not gone as smoothly as he had thought it would. He had always been a man of great discipline and restraint. He had experience listening to young women describe their infatuations because of his position as head of house, which over made him a kind of father confessor and sounding board for his female Slytherins. He had felt certain he could hear Miss Granger out and remain neutral, even if the object of her infatuation was himself, and then advise her.
Well, he had succeeded in advising her, pointing out that she was projecting on him rather than actually desiring him. He felt he had been quite convincing, and hoped that the Gryffindor witch absorbed what he told her and would apply her ability to think logically to defuse the situation. But it shook him to discover he couldn’t listen to her with his usual detachment. While outwardly he exhibited the control and detachment he always evidenced with students, inwardly her confessions had moved him in a most undesirable manner. His knowledge of her innocence, coupled with the very erotic way she was describing his effect on her had made him realize for just a moment that if he had been so inclined he could have fucked the young witch and she would have welcomed it. And the thought did not repel him as it should have.
Unlike the Hufflepuff girl, who although lovely, was not very bright, Miss Granger was a smart, usually very levelheaded witch. She had a formidable mind and a well-developed sense of responsibility. She was also more mature than most of the student body, her dealings with the hot headed Harry Potter and reactionary Ron Weasley having honed her sense of responsibility and right action, if only to keep the twits from getting themselves killed over the years. She was not the kind of witch to involve herself in the trivial, hormone-driven pursuits that afflicted those of her age. She preferred the pursuit of education and knowledge instead, feeling that to be most important at this stage of her young life. It wasn’t a popular decision she had made. He himself had heard her being described as cold, frigid, and a bookworm by male students who had attempted to court her unsuccessfully. Snape had always approved of her decision to make knowledge her beau.
If those same male students had heard the Gryffindor witch today, describing her very carnal attraction to her Professor, their perceptions of her would definitely have changed. What Snape hoped was that his own perception of the young witch had not been permanently affected. The image of him ferociously riding her body as if he owned her was something he would not easily be able to forget, despite his control and discipline. And then there were the other images, bits and pieces of foreplay, his lips and fingers on her skin, his own eyes full of lust and desire, and then the image of him kissing her in his own classroom, pressing her body up against the wall and claiming her mouth. Was that what she thought of as she watched him lecture? When he prepared ingredients for demonstration, did she see his hands doing other things? Probably.
The Professor sighed. He had made a grave error in questioning Miss Granger about that last word. His own curiosity and love of dressing down the brilliant witch had done this to him. He should have just given her a blanket punishment for her audacity in writing such a list at all and left it at that. But no, he had wanted to make her uncomfortable. He had succeeded, but in the process had made himself even more uncomfortable than the witch. Up to this point, he had always prided himself on his ability to avoid the entanglements that he had heard befell other relatively young Professors that taught nubile young witches coming into their own sexuality. He had never been remotely tempted to seduce a student, no matter how lovely or willing. He had never before understood how a wizard could take advantage of a student, even if she was the age of consent. But after witnessing Miss Granger’s thoughts about him, he could see how the situation could happen if a teacher was weak. He had never been weak, and had no intentions on letting a curly-headed little know it all bring him to his knees, no matter how tempting she was.
Tempting? He didn’t mean tempting. He couldn’t have.
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Hermione walked quickly back to Gryffindor tower, glad to be out of the Potions classroom and away from Professor Snape. It had been humiliating telling him how he made her feel inside…but it had also been exciting because it was so wrong. A part of her had wished that he would become aroused by her confessions and for once thrown all that reserve and control to the four winds and made her dreams a reality. She wouldn’t have told anyone. Besides, she was the age of consent…his indulgence would have been well within his rights if she had been willing.
She sighed. The Professor tried to tell her she was over-reacting to very mundane truths about him. That there was nothing remotely erotic about his voice, his presence or his actions. That her perceptions were being colored by her sexual awakening as a woman. But isn’t that exactly what desire was? Heightened perception concerning someone you found arousing. To him, his eyes were ordinary, but to her they could see deep inside, pull out the hidden parts of her. He had no idea if his eyes could really do this, he never looked at her with the intention of seeing inside. He saw only the surface. To him, his voice was commonplace…of course it would be. But to Hermione those silky tones reverberated through her body whenever he spoke. Of course he wouldn’t see this, but if he ever spoke in those low tones while inside her, he’d know his voice’s power then.
Hermione knew the Professor was only saying and doing what he felt right to do in this situation. At least he hadn’t mocked her. She thought he might. He had always taken every opportunity to be cruel before. But she hadn’t really thought about his dedication to teaching, and to being a help to students, even the ones that annoyed him as much as she did. Maybe she didn’t give the wizard as much credit as he deserved. She trembled a little at the thought of him looking into her mind. She was so glad he didn’t. Her imagination was so vivid when it came to him. She was a virgin but she knew the mechanics of sex, how it was performed. She had watched porn before, and found it pretty disgusting at the time. She had been in her fourth year then and watched it with her older cousin Patricia while on vacation from Hogwarts.
They had found the video by accident, in the bottom of a drawer. It didn’t have a label, so they put it in to see what it was and watched the whole movie, their eyes round as saucers. Patricia hadn’t reacted like Hermione did. She was turned on by it. It looked kind of awful to Hermione. The men were so…so greedy and brutal, and the women looked to be in pain the way their faces were contorting, and how they were crying out. Patricia said that they weren’t in pain, it just felt so good to them they just looked like that, and they really liked what the men were doing to them. The men were putting their cocks everywhere in the women…in fact it looked like sex was more enjoyable for the men. Patricia had informed Hermione that every boy who would try and go out with her, ultimately had the same thing in mind.
This knowledge helped Hermione to make her decision to leave boys alone for the time being, though she did find herself wondering about sex more and more as she got older and witnessed other students experimenting with intimacy, kissing and touching one another. Most of the time they looked clumsy and over-excited, as if trying to do something they didn’t really know how to do. Hermione decided if she ever did have sex, it would be with someone who knew what they were doing.
One night Ginny Weasley confided to Hermione she had sex with an older wizard, a grown wizard and how good he had felt banging inside her. She wouldn’t say who it was though. Hermione thought she might know him. Then Ginny told Hermione about this thing that happened to her while the wizard was fucking her, like an explosion of goodness, that made her scream and feel better than she had ever felt in her life. She called it an orgasm. The young Weasley also confided that she had had orgasms before, that she had masturbated and made them happen, but it was nothing like when the wizard made her have one. An orgasm with a man was the ultimate pleasure.
Listening to Ginny had made Hermione feel a tickling ache between her legs, and when she went back to her room, she touched herself to relieve it and had a small orgasm, her first. Ginny was right, it was very nice. But Hermione needed a man if she wanted the ultimate pleasure. From that moment on, sex took on a new light to Hermione. She was more interested in it, but her perceptions were colored by Ginny’s experience…so she didn’t want a boy…she wanted a man. A grown wizard.
She couldn’t remember exactly what happened to put Professor Snape in the forefront of her dawning sexuality. How he managed to slip into her dreams. Maybe it was because he was always so sure, so precise, so in control that he filled that niche of fantasy man. Hermione realized that she could see the demanding Professor fucking her as if in a porn movie. He was so controlling of course he’d lock her down in some immovable position and take his pleasure. She found the idea of being at his mercy very exciting. She felt sure if any wizard could give her an orgasm, he could.
It was from these humble, naughty beginnings that she arrived to tonight, detention with Professor Snape and her humiliating confession of finding him sexually attractive. But again, at least he hadn’t delved into her mind. The pornographic images she had of them together would have shocked him. He wouldn’t have been able to understand how she knew so much when she hadn’t ever been touched. Then she would have had to tell him about the porno she viewed, which was also pretty embarrassing. What kind of girl watched pornos?
Professor Snape had talked a good game, and made sense. However, making sense has little to do with sexual attraction. Hermione still desired him, and probably would continue to do so, despite his attempts at discouraging her. But he hadn’t shown even the slightest indication that she might have a chance to actually entice him. He had listened to her confessions stoically and clinically, as if listening to a description of a dissection. And it was a dissection of sorts. He had made her cut open her desire and lay it open for him to see. He had seen and been unimpressed.
She sighed. She wondered if this would make a difference in class, now that the Professor knew her daydreaming most likely was revolving around being in compromising positions with him. Probably not. Knowing the Professor, he probably expected her to wipe all that nonsense out of her head, since he had a heart to heart with her. The wizard probably thought it was something she could just turn off when faced with the logic of it. What he didn’t realize was Hermione was logical enough to see that what she was feeling had no basis in logic, so wouldn’t even waste her energy attempting to kill her feelings with reason. She would just have to do a better job of hiding them. Graduation was right around the corner. Once she left Hogwarts, she was sure her attraction to the Professor would just fade away. Maybe she would find someone else more willing and capable of accommodating her evolving desires.
Hermione walked quickly up the main staircase, unaware she was being watched. After catching a few shifting stairwells, she disappeared into the corridor leading to the Fat Lady’s portrait and the Gryffindor common room.
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Draco Malfoy looked after the mudblood witch, scowling a little. Draco was very perceptive in his own right, particularly with women. His father had taken it upon himself to ensure Draco acquired a very thorough sexual education. He was a Malfoy after all, and all Malfoy men had a way with women. Their sires made sure of it. When the young wizard turned seventeen, his father had hired him a very beautiful, experienced and expensive call girl, who spent several weeks instructing the young and eager pupil in the ways of pleasure, the art of seduction and more importantly, how to read women.
Draco proved to be a natural, and wasted no time in sharpening his skills on the witches of Hogwarts. He had however, learned the importance of discretion. Keeping his mouth shut ensured him of repeat dalliances. He had fucked witches in every house, including Gryffindor, and never received any complaints. He wouldn’t. He was one of the few young wizards in the school who truly knew what he was doing. He had noticed subtle changes in Granger that indicated books weren’t the only things holding her interest these days. Draco saw how she looked at the Professor. Why she was attracted to the wizard, he had no idea. But the fact was, she had the hots for their Potions Master. It was a waste of time on her part, however. Professor Snape would never fuck her. He was too straight-laced and repressed.
Draco would fuck her however. She was a mudblood, but to his shame he was always attracted to her, even when she was a buck-toothed little chit. He had hated his weakness. She was gorgeous now, and showing signs of thawing out. Maybe he could find a way to utilize her unmet need for Snape to place himself in a position to seduce her. He had no desire to start a relationship with her, on the contrary he would love the opportunity to finally put her in her place.
Draco had suffered years of Hermione’s insolence. She still called him “ferret-boy” from the time Mad-eyed Moody had transfigured him into a white ferret for attacking Harry. She had even assaulted him once, punching him in the nose because of a stupid hippogriff. He had never gotten her back for that. The witch also constantly beat him out in marks in every class they shared. Draco was not stupid. He was quite intelligent in his own right, if a little stuck on archaic beliefs of the inherent superiority of purebloods. Granger constantly outdoing him was a sore spot that never healed.
She might be brilliant, but she was still a filthy mudblood, and beneath him. She had the mistaken idea she was as good as he was, and she wasn’t. If he could seduce her, he would give her the roughest ride of her life, and treat her in such a way her eyes would never be able to meet his with insolence again. Draco was skilled in lovemaking, but he was his father’s child, and completely capable of the same brutality when it came to women. He could use his body as a weapon as easily as an instrument of pleasure. He would make the mudblood scream he was better than she was over and over if he got his hands on her. Hermione would finally learn who was the master and who was the peon.
Draco shoved his hands in his robes pockets, and let his ice blue eyes sweep up the stairwell again. He had to figure out a way to ease Hermione’s suspicions about him. He had to find a way to make the mudblood like him. Once he succeeded in that, the rest would be easy. He sauntered back toward Slytherin house.
He had a lot to think about.
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A/N: Ah. Enter the villain, Draco Malfoy, who is a rather hot little piece of work himself. And rather evil in his own right. Taking advantage of Hermione’s awakening desire, and using sex for revenge seems right up the pureblood’s corridor, don’t you think? I have no idea how he is going to get Hermione to stop hating him, but I’m sure something will come to me. Please review.
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