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“For the life of me, Miss Granger, I can’t figure out if your incessant need to prove yourself is because of your chronic and worrisome low self-esteem or if you really are just the insufferable know it all you have always been.”

Professor Snape loomed over top of his student as he tried to remove, as quickly as he could, the snake venom that was eating its way through Hermione’s clothing.

“This is hardly all my fault,” Hermione protested loudly, “Malfoy was the one who was suppose to be measuring correctly. Maybe if he-“

“Silence,” Snape drawled, “working in pairs is not an excuse for a free ride. You should have been paying equal, if not more, attention if you believed Mr. Malfoy impaired in some way.”

“Yeah, I suppose I would call looking like an inferi reason enough,” Hermione pouted.

“Miss Granger, you are a Sixth Year,” Snape applied more anti-venom to her shoulders, “please act like it.”

“Fine, if Malfoy starts - ow,” Hermione hissed as pain seared in her leg.

Professor Snape took a step back and looked down where venom had moved from her skirt and dripped down her calf.

“I could quit. I could make more money doing anything else,” Professor Snape spoke under his breath as he evaluated the student in front of him.

Hermione chose to remain silent in order to give him time to look her over. When another drop landed on the top of her knee she tried to grab at the anti-venom. Snape promptly snatched it back.

“Aren’t you going to do something?” Hermione had began to shout at him, but changed her tone by the look in his eye.

Snape let out a deep, overly exaggerated sigh, before walking Hermione over to his desk and motioning for her to sit on it. Hermione scrambled up and held her burned leg out as Snape dabbed the anti-venom into her skin. Immediately, the red shine of the acid mark began to fade and Hermione could feel herself relaxing. There were a couple of holes where the venom had splattered on her uniform.

“Do you think these could be repaired?” Hermione held her skirt taunt above her thighs to show Professor Snape.

The Potions Master cleared his throat, “I doubt it. Even magic needs a seam to work with.”

Hermione attempted to let out a small chuckle, but was stopped when another sting came from her shoulder soon followed by her back.

“Professor, my back. It hurts,” Hermione could feel the pained tears spring to her eyes as the venom burned through her cardigan and oxford and work its way into her skin.

Snape sprang up from his chair and stood against his desk.

“Move forward,” Snape snapped at her as he pushed Hermione’s hair to one side and began tending to her wounds, “I swear, is there anywhere you didn’t get it?”

Hermione wasn’t exactly sure what he meant when he said move forward. In fairness, Snape didn’t exactly know where he expected her to go when he said it. So, Hermione Granger did the most logical thing she could think of - she slid forward towards the desk edge where Professor Snape was standing.

Her knees parting first, followed by her thighs, until she was straddling Professor Snape’s person. Hermione tried her best to keep a healthy distance between under her skirt and his thigh that she was centered on, but she wasn’t sure how far forward he wanted her.

Hermione could feel when Professor Snape’s breathing stilled before resuming in a very shallow way.

“Can you reach it?” Hermione asked her Professor quietly.

“Don’t move,” Snape bit back at her.

Snape had applied the anti-venom to her back and had moved down to her shoulder.

“It burns,” Hermione whimpered.

Snape was concentrating as he moved the jar and the small cotton swab to her shoulder and began applying.

“You’re doing very well.”

Hermione didn’t know what happened. One moment she was feeling uncomfortable, awkward even, as she sat with her legs spread out around her Potions Professor. The next his baritone voice was right in her ear. The warmth spreading across her body making her skin feel like it had been lit up.

Hermione could feel her cheeks flush with heat and the light tremble in her hands as she reached down to grasp the edge of his wooden desk. Professor Snape had told her she was doing well; she didn’t want to ruin it by shaking.

Another hiss left her mouth as she felt another burn.

“Ow,” Hermione whimpered again as the burn took over in two places, “here. Please?”

Hermione lifted her arm to show Professor Snape the venom burning through her cardigan and shirt into the underside of her arm and her side breast.

“I can do it,” Hermione reached for the bottle of anti-venom.

“Please,” Snape, once again, snatched the bottle back, “this anti-venom cost more than your clothing is worth. Not that it was worth much before it was destroyed. Take this cardigan off. It’s causing fragments to get into your skin.”

“Is that what you’ve been pulling out with the tweezers?”

Hermione could feel the tugs on her burns, but she didn’t want to upset him by complaining of the pain. She wrenched her cardigan off and could feel a few other spots pull at her skin. Hermione let out a cry at the pain of ripping her skin.

“Sorry,” she apologized quickly.

Snape didn’t say anything as he assessed the small burn holes in her button-up. He began with the one on her arm.

“Here,” Snape placed her forearm on his shoulder as he dabbed the elixir into her skin.

His fingers were moving deftly across her skin as they worked around the singed fabric. Hermione could feel her Professor’s knuckles occasionally ghost across the side of her breast.

She wanted to squeeze her legs back together; push her thighs together to cover herself as much as possible. She could still feel the stutter in his breath as Hermione did her best to not react.

“I’m moving to the other burn mark, now,” Professor Snape’s deep voice was incredibly close to Hermione’s ear. She could feel the mortification burning within her as her thighs spasmed and her own breath came out in a pant.

“Okay,” Hermione did her best to answer as neutrally as possible.

Snape got to work without another word. His fingers were just as careful as they had been with all the other areas on Hermione’s body. Except, Hermione’s bra presented an interesting challenge. Snape used the cotton swab to get under the material as best as he could, but ultimately had to use his second hand, placing the anti-venom down on the desk, to push the fabric aside.

Professor Snape’s pinky grazed Hermione’s nipple. If it hadn’t been obvious to the Potions Master that Hermione was physically reacting to his healing he must know now.

But of course, this is Hermione Granger, a student who never does anything by halves. If a touch didn’t tell Snape how Hermione was feeling her high-pitched whimper that bubble up from her throat gave her away.

Instantly, Hermione could feel the maroon stain take over her cheeks as she let her teeth sink into her bottom lip. She was biting down so hard she thought she should be concerned about drawing blood.

Professor Snape’s whole body froze. He didn’t start moving again until Hermione seemed to get herself under control.

“Sorry,” Hermione squeaked out.

“I need more light,” Snape responded drily as he moved back and indicated that Hermione should move closer to the edge.

He moved back to working around the layers of fabric, “I’m sorry to say I believe all of your clothing and garments are ruined.”

Hermione only nodded as she curled her toes painfully in her shoes. She was so close to his body. Her legs straddled over his strong thigh. Snape had moved himself so he was not centered with her anymore. Now, Hermione’s core was right over his upper thigh. She could feel the heat radiating through her body to the point that she was convinced she had ingested at least a drop of the snake venom.

“Almost done,” Snape’s finger tips pushed into Hermione’s breast to check for any lingering burning.

The side of his palm pushed against her hardened nipple.

In a moment that Hermione knew would be the ruin of her, that would be the deciding factor if she ever saw Seventh Year, Hermione’s body betrayed her.

With the slight suggestion of a touch from Professor Snape’s hand Hermione’s hips involuntarily rolled forward looking for contact against his muscular thigh. The brush of her panty covered core against the starched black linen of his trousers made Hermione try to bite back another high-pitched keen.

“Miss Granger,” Professor Snape pulled back in horror.

Hermione buried her face in her hands, “I’m sorry. I didn’t-I didn’t mean to. It just-“

“Nothing that is happening right now warrants this kind of response,” Snape spoke lowly and harshly. His long black hair falling in his face as he looked down at the ground.

Hermione’s hips slowly rose from the desk again, “it feels good to me.”

Her voice was impossibly quiet.

“Try and control yourself,” Professor Snape’s face was mean. He had shut down clearly suspicious of her.

He returned to his spot at the desk where he began tending to the smaller wounds that lined her upper back and shoulders. Occasionally letting out hums or frustrated groans at finding them to not be as easy to fix as he had hoped.

Hermione’s hands still gripped the desk edge at his closeness. She could feel the hot way her cunt was clenching at nothing. It wasn’t that she didn’t know what was happening to her body, she had read about it of course, but Hermione had surmised that this was the first time her body recognized that the person in front of her could help her needs.

As Snape leaned over her to tend to the last of her burns Hermione pressed her chest against his looking for another burst of the feeling of friction she felt earlier.

“Miss Granger,” Snape froze once again, “have you possibly ingested-“

“No,” Hermione shook her head, “I just feel… with you so close, I feel… I don’t know.”

“Perhaps, if you can’t put it into words than I am not the one you should be trying to have that experience with,” Snape had gone back to avoiding her eyes as he looked over her body again for anymore signs of injury.

“Hot,” Hermione’s knee bumped into his hip as she shouted the word up at him, “sorry. I just mean it feels all hot down here.”

Hermione let one of her hands leave the desk edge to push on the hem of her skit that had ridden up her thighs.

“Miss Granger,” Snape sighed, “this is highly inappropriate.”

“I’m seventeen,” Hermione whispered up at him as her hips again lifted to push against her hand.

“At seventeen you should know what’s happening to your own body,” Snape finally looked at her if only to smirk at her cruelly, “and to know that I am your Professor. Meaning your age is not the only factor.”

“But what if I only,” Hermione’s voice was soft as she moved closer to the edge pressing her core to his thigh and rocked slowly. Her pleasurable inhale causing her eyes to close.

“Hermione,” Snape called to her quietly as his hands found her waist, “this can’t happen.”

“Please, it’s so nice,” Hermione could feel how wet her knickers had become pressing against his leg as she rubbed herself up and down, “feels so… you feel so.”

Hermione cracked her eyes open to see Professor Snape frozen, staring at her.

“Please, Professor,” Hermione gripped his black frock in her hand as she rubbed harder, “it’s starting to hurt. All achy.”

“I imagine so,” Professor Snape took a step back ignoring Hermione’s loud whinging protest. With a wave of his wand the classroom door slammed shut and locked. He moved his chair behind him and sat down.

“Professor?” Hermione questioned.

“Silence,” Snape arched an eyebrow at her, “if you’re good I’ll help you feel better.”

Hermione bit her lip and nodded enthusiastically, “yes, Sir. Oh, sorry. I mean, sorry.”

Snape seemed amused by her stammering. He ran his hands softly up her claves, pushing her knees further apart. His fingertips swiped up and down the creamy insides of her thighs as he kept his eyes on her face. He was watching Hermione take shaky breaths as she fought the urge to push her cunt into his hand.

It was easy enough to push away the creeping thoughts of how wrong this was of him. How this would solidify him as one type of man. Then again, Snape reasoned, didn’t everyone already see him this way? Why shouldn’t he get to enjoy his life. Especially, when it wanders so doe-eye like into his classroom and spreads its beautiful legs open. When its begging him to touch her. No, Snape thought to himself, after so many years of self-induced punishment why shouldn’t he get just a taste of the forbidden fruit withering and dripping on his desk in front of him.

Finally, after what felt like hours of torture, Professor Snape’s hand made contact with the fold between her thigh and her apex.

Using his other hand he bunched up the hem of Hermione’s skirt before looking her directly in the eyes, “you’ll tell me if this is not something you want anymore?”

He wasn’t a complete monster after all. Hermione nodded again.

“No,” Snape halted his motions, “I need you to say it. Out loud.”

“Yes, I’ll tell you. Please, Sir, it’s so,” Hermione squirmed trying to get closer to him, “I feel too hot.”

Professor Snape flipped her skirt up, tucking the hem into her waist band, “unbutton your shirt. That’s a good girl.”

Hermione scrambled to right herself so she could unbutton enough of her buttons. Her nude t-shirt bra was exposed; her breast heaving. When she looked down she felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment.

“What’s wrong?” Snape was petting her thighs with both hands.

Hermione shrugged a shoulder, “you’ve probably seen thousands of sexier women.”

Snape pressed his lips together to control his own laughter, “I don’t know if the number is quite thousands. And none of them made such delicious little noises.”

Snape chose that moment to run a finger over her slit. Hermione keened at the attention as her body curved towards him.

“Hermione,” Snape looked up at her as his finger moved up and down, “have you ever let anyone touch you like this?”

“No, Sir. Only you.”

Snape’s smirk returned as he looked down at her white knickers, “you are such a good girl. I’m going to take these off now.”

Hermione lifted her hips when Professor Snape tapped on her hip bones. She felt the material move down her legs. The plain white cotton panties she had chosen that morning had not been decided with this particular activity in mind. Hermione bit her lip as she felt the material separate from her soaking cunt lips and the cool air take its place.

She could see the way Snape was taking in every inch the knickers travelled down her legs. Every way the material against her skin made her react was accounted for by his hawk like eyes. With his long fingers he was able to easily maneuver them around her clunky black school shoes.

Hermione tried not to gasp too loudly when she watched her Potions Professor push her soaked panties into an inside pocket of his cloak.

He chuckled lightly up at her, “oh, yes. These are mine now.”

A reward for what would surely be a job well done.

“Look at you. Messy, messy girl,” Snape’s eyes were trained on Hermione’s fluttering pussy. The smattering of light brown hair. The pink swollen clit only showing because of the lewd way he had positioned her feet now that she was bare to him.

And just as he hoped she was positively dripping. The small entrance of Hermione Granger just screaming to be filled by her Professor.

Snape continued his delicate strokes up and down her legs. He so badly wanted to release one of his hands from their current job and let it move down to the increasingly painful bulge growing in the front of his trousers, but he knew the most pleasure would come from the wait.

The closer his finger tips got back to her glistening core the more Hermione mewled. When his thumb made contact with her clit she almost fell backwards from the shock of pleasure that radiated up her spine. Hermione’s hips jerked at the feeling and the need to increase it.

Snape’s thumb started making light circles around her swelling nub. His student’s slick sticking to his fingers causing a string of transparent liquid to connect them. He knew she was telling the truth when she said no one else had touched her like this for he was barely applying pressure and her thighs were trembling against the wood of his desk.

“Would you like more?” Snape drawled lazily. He wanted her to bare her breast to him, but had a feeling that even in her growing haze there might be a line he could too soon bump up against.

Hermione was nodding, her hair fanned out on the desk, “y-yes, Sir. Please?”

Snape’s thumb pressed harder and tightened the circles it was making. He was rewarded by an increase in Hermione’s small cries of happiness and murmurs of ‘so good.’

Professor Snape knew he would be testing her, knew he could be pushing her too much, but she was here on his desk - was this not what she wanted?

He softly kissed the inside of her knee causing his student to giggle. He kissed the other side and got the same reaction.

“Tickles,” Hermione said through her giggles while looking up at him.

Snape kissed down her thighs to the sound of her sighs and moans. When he got too close to his hand he pulled back and kissed her opposite knee again.

Hermione let out another high-pitch giggle, “that tickles, da-“

The Potions Professor watched as Hermione, one-third of the Golden Trio, bit her lip, hard, and fell back against the desk. She had ceased all noise.

Snape kissed down her thigh as he had done to the other leg. When still no noise came from the young witch in front of him he applied more pressure with his thumb. Still, Hermione seemed determined to not let a peep leave her mouth.

The Professor stood from his chair and towered over top of her. Her wide eyes looked up at him, not in fear, but in trepidation that he might chastise her or worse, stop what he was doing to her body.

Instead, Professor Snape, leaned over her and used his free hand to grip the back of her neck. He pulled her up to him letting her ear meet his lips.

“Hermione, I thought you were a good girl?” His deep voice shook the bones in her chest, “do you think keeping those little noises I told you I like to yourself is being good?”

Hermione shook her head refocusing her eyes on him. Snape increased the speed at which his thumb moved against her.

“Professor,” Hermione’s guttural moan bounced around the classroom. Her hips snapping up to meet his hand. She could feel heat pooling in her lower belly. Something was getting tighter and tighter inside of her.

Snape’s mouth was against her ear again, “you’re soft like velvet, Hermione. So open for me, hm? Now, cum for me. Be a good girl and cum for Daddy.”

Hermione was sure she sounded feral as she fell off the edge of the desk. Or that’s what she thought was happening. The scream that erupted out of her as her orgasm tore through her bloodstream and took over her muscles pulling her to the precipices of blacking out didn’t allow her to hear anything else. She knew her hands had found, or were trying to find, purchase on Professor Snape’s chest as deep moans left her throat. Her legs clamped around his arm as she rode against the hand still making sinister motions against her. She was sure in that moment he would never find her attractive.

“Please, please,” Hermione begged for more, “please, Daddy. I-I… oh god. I…”

Hermione fell against her Potions Master. Her cheek pressed against one of his shiny black buttons. Any moment she expected him to push her off of him in disgust.

But, Professor Snape gently laid her back on the desk top still standing over top of her.

Hermione sucked in deep lungfuls of air. The hand that had been holding her neck slowly caressed downwards to rest on her rapidly rising breasts.

Snape thought now he had her, “let me see you.”

He pulled the cup of her basic bra down freeing one of her breast before quickly moving to the other. Hermione’s eyes were shiny and unfocused as she took in her surroundings in her post-orgasmic bliss.

Snape’s hand had never left her center, but had moved to the lightest of touches. He had to bite his tongue to stop his own deep laugh at Hermione not knowing that she was making whinging noises at the sensitivity he had created.

“Professor,” Hermione felt the blood redirect from her lower region to her cheeks, “I’m-I’m so so-sorry. I-“

Hermione felt the tears prick the back of her eyes as the embarrassment of what she had revealed about herself and forced her Potions Professor into joining with her settled on her chest like a weight.

“Ah,” Snape shushed her, “Hermione, do you like being a good girl for Daddy?”

Hermione sniffled back a tear as she nodded. Carefully she moved one of her small hands into his free one.

“Good,” Snape smirked down at her, “cause Daddy likes when you’re a good girl for him. Did you know that?”

Hermione bit her lip as she shook her head, “you mean it?”

“I do,” Snape raised an eyebrow at her as he nodded, “can Daddy spoil his good girl?”

Hermione felt the wide smile take over her face, “yes.”

“Yes, what?” Snape said patiently.

Hermione smiled wider, “yes, Daddy.”

“Do you know how to play with these perfect little tits?” Snape reached up and pinched one of Hermione’s nipples making her moan.

“I can try,” Hermione looked down at herself, bringing her hands up to take over where his had been. She took over the gentle massaging and rolling pinching motion she felt Professor Snape doing.

Professor Snape allowed one corner of his mouth to tick upwards as he sat back in his seat. His thumb had barely been touching her at that point, but it delighted him to see that she was still sopping.

He drew a lazy figure eight along her cunt and watched as Hermione’s eyes fluttered closed. Keeping his eyes on her face Snape curled his fingers back, leaving his middle extended, and pushed the digit slowly inside of his student.

He watched as his finger sank in and disappeared knuckle after knuckle until his fist was pressed against her skin. He could feel Hermione’s muscles clench around him. His eyes didn’t leave her face as she grasped her breast and keened at the new sensation her Professor was giving her.

“Darling, your little cunt is absolutely pulling me in,” Snape kissed inner thigh again.

He kissed down her thigh until his lips landed right on her clit.

“Oh,” Hermione cried out as she lifted up to look down at him.

Snape pulled back and raised an eyebrow at her again, “are you still following my instruction?”

Hermione fell back, “yes, Daddy.”

Hermione couldn’t believe the feeling of the second kiss he landed on her clit. His mouth was so warm. She let her mind think about how he would kiss her lips.

Hermione could feel the scream coming from her lungs the moment Professor Snape’s tongue swiped up.

Her teacher took it slowly, like he did much of everything else, as he ran his tongue up and down her sensitive center. His tongue laid flat as it applied gentle pressure. Hermione felt like she was seeing stars behind her eyelids. The smooth way he was moving up and down; pushing her little, but swollen clit up before moving it back down with his hot tongue as he pushed into her.

“Professor, it’s so,” Hermione couldn’t speak and the resulting efforts caused her to speak in rambles.

Snape chuckled as well as he could with his mouth busy. He knew he was driving her wild with his noncommittal attention. He wanted to see what would happen if Hermione Granger was forced outside of her mind.

Without much preamble he began pumping his finger in and out of her. The squelch of her cunt sucking him back in caused his cock to feel on the verge of bursting in his trousers.

His mouth landed back on her clit where he stayed and added slight sucking. Just as he expected, Hermione’s hands grappled with the edges of her shirt and bra with the new feeling. Snape released her and used the tip of his tongue on her. Roving up and down the sides of her clit he knew she was close and he wanted to make it last.

Around in a circle the Potions Master moved his tongue just enough to keep Hermione on edge.

“Please, please, Daddy,” Hermione sounded close to tears.

“Can you take more?” Snape’s voice was low. The deepness washing over Hermione as her hips began rolling up to meet Professor Snape’s continued ministrations.

“I think so, Daddy,” Hermione whimpered.

Professor Snape pulled his finger out and added a second one. As he pushed them back in Hermione could feel the pressure of being stretched. Her own fingers being inadequate to fill her as his did.

“So wet for Daddy,” Snape’s praises made Hermione preen as she smiled down at him and roll her hips up at him to meet his fingers.

His mouth met her cunt again as he worked his fingers slowly in and out. He could tell by the way her walls started spasming around her that she was close again. The way the little nub he was licking and sucking grew hard on his tongue that she would soon cum on his face.

“I-I think,” Hermione was stammering. Pinching her nipples aggressively she was trying to remember to be good for Daddy, but he was causing her to forget herself.

And then something in her fell. Something broke loose. Something was stronger than before. Hermione let out a noise she could only recognize as a sob but in a high pitch tone she had never heard herself make before. She could feel wave after wave of her orgasm crashing over her as the air in her lungs evaporated and her hips jerked on their own accord.

It wasn’t until her hearing returned and she remembered where she was that she felt Professor’s Snape’s hand had come up to lace with hers. His tongue and fingers seeing her through until the very end.

“Daddy,” Hermione was crying. Watery eyes let out large tears; they dripped down into her hairline, “Daddy, please, so good.”

Snape delivered one final kiss before removing his mouth and fingers. Hermione watched through slitted eyes as he popped his used digits into his mouth and sucked them clean.

With incredible speed, Professor Snape was bending over her and looking into her eyes.

“You did so well, my good girl,” Snape wiped at the tears that were still leaking from the corners of her eyes. He could feel something in him unfurl at her smile.

“Thank you, Daddy,” Hermione let her hands fist into his frock.

As Snape moved back he gripped Hermione’s elbows bringing her up to a sitting position. He silently fixed her skirt and placed her breast back into her bra cups while muttering ‘fucking perfect.’ He buttoned her shirt up.

Hermione was biting her lip and looking lost in deep contemplation. Snape could feel the cold dread of her shame overtake him.

“What is it, darling girl?”

Hermione let one of her hands run down his buttons landing on his belt, “Daddy, can I-“

Snape smiled at her innocence, “no, sweetheart.”

“But, Daddy,” Hermione whinged in protest.

“Ah, ah, ah,” Snape placed his thumb over her bottom lip, “what did Daddy say?”

“No,” Hermione huffed, “but I want you to feel good, too.”

Snape twirled her wild curls around his fingers, “you make Daddy feel plenty good.”

Hermione looked up at him with that wide smile and large eyes that almost made him feel like less of the monster that he knows he is.

“Now,” he ran his hands over her again checking to make sure she looked normal, “be a good girl and head back to your dorm room. Meet up with those dimwits you call friends and tell them you have detention every night for the next week. Then I want you to eat a healthy dinner and go to bed early.”

“Should I replace the knickers you stole, Daddy,” Hermione giggled.

Snape shook his head slowly, “no, darling. Daddy wants to know this pretty little cunt is available to him.”

Hermione nodded furiously and allowed Professor Snape to help her off his desk. In a moment of joy she wrapped her arms around his torso and smushed her face into his sternum.

“Thank you, Daddy,” her whisper loaded with sentiment that Snape understood.

She ran back to her desk and quickly cleaned and packed up. As she reached the door and shyly waved goodbye Snape called to her one more time.

“Hermione,” he placed both hands on his desk, “just remember-“

“Our secret, Daddy,” she finished for him giving him a toothy grin.

Snape’s own devilish grin responded to her answer, “you’re going to be a good girl for me. I know it.”

Hermione giggled again before quickly schooling her features and walking out of the classroom.

Professor Snape sat down and recounted the afternoon’s events. He allowed one hand to make quick work of unbuckling his belt while the other fished out his girls ruined white panties.

“Yes, you’ll be a good girl for Daddy.”