The Burning Pen

Through the Looking Glass
by Ruth Solomon

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CHAPTER 4

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Chapter 4 ~ In Dumbledore's Office (Short Chappie)

Snape waited with Hermione, his wand trained on her while Albus went to retrieve Minerva. The Headmaster wanted to prepare the Transfiguration professor for the shock. Albus insisted Snape remove the bindings from the witch, and the dark wizard reluctantly did so. Now, he leaned back on Albus' desk, his dark eyes glittering as he watched her closely.

Hermione now understood her situation and she studied this version of Snape. His hair was lank, his eyes narrowed and he had a positively sinister look about him as he waited hopefully for her to do the least little thing that would give him the right to stun her.

Hermione cocked her head at him.

"So, you're the head of Slytherin house," she said to the wizard, who didn't reply.

Hermione smirked at him.

"The Snape is my world is an idiot, you know. A goody-two-shoes save-the-world wanna-be who preaches equality among wizards and witches," she told him.

Snape still didn't say anything.

"I hex him every chance I get," she continued, "he's too soft to even hex me back properly. A total plonker."

Snape's jaw tightened a little, but he still didn't respond.

"You look like you want to beat my ass," Hermione told him.

Now Snape's lip quirked at bit and his eyes glinted.

"Yeah, I can feel the difference in you. You're a bad boy," she purred at him. "No sugar-coated nads on you, are there, Professor Snape? I'll bet your counterpart shoots peppermint-flavored, rainbow-colored cream when he cracks a nut. Not that I'd know. He's such a pansy I've never considered bonking him, not even for extra credit."

One of Snape's eyebrows rose at this.

"You shag professors for extra credit where you come from?" he asked her.

"Sure. What? They don't do it here?" she asked him.

"No. They actually work to get higher marks," he replied, his black eyes drifting over her.

Hermione snorted.

"It figures. I suppose doing teachers is against the rules here, too," she said to him, her face screwed up with distaste.

Snape eyed her.

"Not exactly. But it hardly ever occurs. Most are too concerned about their reputations, on both sides. Yet, if a student is the Age of Consent, I suppose it is . . . possible, unlikely as it is," the wizard replied.

Hermione looked at Snape consideringly.

"Well, I'm way past the Age of Consent. So, tell me, are you one of those teachers concerned about his reputation, Professor?" she asked him.

"What reputation?" he responded.

The dark wizard's reputation was already shot. People believed him capable of anything, and they weren't far off the mark.

Hermione smiled at him. His answer said it all. He had no reputation to speak of, so . . . nothing to lose. This boded quite well. Hermione decided to make her play now rather than later. Timing was everything after all.

"Listen, I don't want to go to Gryffindor house. How about we strike up a deal, Professor?" she said to him, running the tip of her tongue over her lips.

The wizard watched the pink tip off her tongue moisten her lips and felt a little pulse despite himself.

"What kind of deal?" Snape asked her, slightly interested.

"Let me get up, and I'll show you," she said suggestively.

Snape looked at her, then his black eyes flicked toward the office door. Dumbledore wasn't that fast, and Minerva's office was on the first floor. Then, he'd have to prepare her. That could take some time. He looked back at the witch.

"I'll let you up, Miss Granger, but I warn you, I'll have no problem knocking you flat on your ass if you try anything stupid," Snape replied, gesturing for her to rise with his wand.

Hermione rose slowly, her eyes slightly narrowed as she walked up close to the wizard. She stopped, her body inches from his, and looked up into his face, taking in his suspicious eyes. He jerked as she wantonly pressed her hand to his crotch and clutched his goods. Still, Snape didn't say anything as the witch began to caress him. His cock began to swell and Hermione sighed appreciatively at his size.

"You have quite the trouser serpent, Professor," she said to him softly, "I always thought by the way you acted in my world, you had a cock the size of my pinky finger."

"You're a little slut, aren't you?" Snape growled at her. "I bet you fuck anything that moves at that school of yours."

Still, he didn't stop her.

Hermione smirked at him.

"You'd lose that bet. I only fuck when it's an advantage to do so . . . but I do other things too. Let me give you a demonstration," she replied, his slut comment not affecting her in the least. There were no 'sluts' where she came from. Only opportunists.

Snape said nothing to deter her, and the witch unbuttoned his robes where the telltale bulge was, then reached through the opening and let out a little gasp of surprise.

"No trousers?" she said to him, tugging at the wizard's briefs.

"Obviously not," came the silken reply

She lowered the front of Snape's briefs and pulled out his swollen cock, tugging it through the robes opening and letting out a whistle at its size.

"I see you aren't big on circumcision on this side," she breathed at him.

Snape's tool was pale and massive, at least ten inches long and with a girth she couldn't completely encircle with her thumb and forefinger. Still she grasped the shaft of it.

"Again, obviously," Snape said shortly, looking down at her hand curled around his cock, then hissing as she drew her hand down, pulling his foreskin back, revealing the glistening head.

Hermione began to work her hand back and forth slowly, fisting his cock as Snape leaned back further on the desk, gripping edge of it with his hands, letting his head fall back and eyes close, grimacing as she jerked him. His head snapped forward as he heard her spit, and he looked down at the saliva dripping off the head before she fisted over it, slickening her grip. Snape let out a groan, his black eyes snapping to her face.

"This is just a sample. I need an ally here, Professor. I have a feeling this world is full of nothing but simpering do-gooders. I'm going to go crazy here if I can't find an outlet, someone like me," she breathed, jerking him faster. "You're nothing like the Snape in my world. I'd shag you in a minute . . . if it would be worth my while."

She corkscrewed her hand a bit, and Snape shuddered, his mouth dropping open as she worked his length faster.

"You should try my blow job," she murmured at him as he gripped the desk, his pale knuckles whitening more as she spit on him again, his cock shining as she work on it, reaching through his robes to fondle his balls.

"Shit," he growled, watching the nasty little witch. "You're certainly no good-two-shoes now, Miss Granger."

"I never was," Hermione agreed, working her hand faster and lowering her face.

Snape grasped the back of her head, trying to force her mouth over him.

She jerked up and gave him a wicked smile.

"Oh, no, Professor. You don't get that until we reach an understanding. We'll have to meet and discuss us first, but . . . here . . ."

She knelt before him, her face directly in front of his cock, tilted slightly, waiting for it as she continued working her hands. Snape grimaced again, letting out a groan as he felt himself tighten, then a strangled cry as he came, coating her face with creamy come as he shuddered, his head hanging forward, lank hair swinging around it in a curtain.

He gasped as his orgasm ended, and Hermione wiped the tip of his cock on her face, then tucked it back inside his briefs, pulling them up and refastening his robes. She looked up at him, his release streaking her face.

"I think you'd better clean me up, Professor, unless of course you want your Headmaster to see how you've decorated your prisoner's face," she said with a dirty little smile.

Snape studied her face for a moment, his eyes like smoldering coals, then he flicked his wand at her, wordlessly Scourgifying the witch.

"Get back in the chair," he hissed at her.

Hermione slowly rose and backed up to the chair, sitting down sexily, her eyes full of mirth as she looked at his severe expression.

"Ever had a hand job from a student before," she asked him.

"No," Snape replied, as the office door clicked and began to open.

"But we will talk, Miss Granger . . . and soon."

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A/N: Lol. Naughty Hermione isn't wasting any time is she? Lol. I've never had Snape get a hand job. He's never really been in a position to get one and I couldn't realistically have him in an intimate situation with Hermione and just willingly settle for that. But a handjob in the Headmaster's office? Whoo hoo! Lol. This looks like it's going to be quite a naughty little story. Thanks for reading. ***

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