The Burning Pen

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Snippet #16 (HG/SS)
The House Call

Hermione started at the knock on her door. Nervously, she brushed her curly chestnut hair back with one hand, and straightened the white robe she wore over her nightgown. Then she rose out of the armchair and as an afterthought pinched her cheeks so they would look a little flushed.

Though a little time had passed, there was no second knock. She hurried over to the door, hoping her visitor hadn’t left. Taking a calming breath, she opened the door.

He hadn’t.

Professor Snape stood on the doorstep staring down at the witch. He looked a bit displeased, his large nose slightly flared and his lips held tightly. His lank black hair fell over the collar of his severe black robes and his dark eyes drifted over her. He held a black satchel in one pale hand.

“The headmaster insisted I come attend you, Miss Granger,” he said in a low, somewhat irritated voice, “I do not appreciate being ‘on call’ for favored alumni.”

”I appreciate you coming, Professor,” Hermione said in a small voice, hoping the dark wizard didn’t hear her heart pounding.

Snape studied her a moment then said, “Are you going to let me in or leave me standing on your doorstep all night?”

Hermione quickly stepped back.

”Forgive my manners, Professor. Please come in,” she said gesturing for him to enter.

The Potions Master gave her a look that said he didn’t forgive her at all and glided past her into the living room. It was disgustingly bright and airy. He preferred the gloom of the dungeons. He sat the satchel on the coffee table, then turned to face her.

“Now what is wrong with you, Miss Granger? Surely you could have gone to St. Mungo’s with any complaint,” the wizard said, his gaze steady.

”I did go, and they were unable to find any reason for the way I feel,” she replied.

Snape looked at her, waiting. Hermione simply stared back at him.

”Well, how do you feel?” he snapped.

“Out of sorts,” she said lamely, not thinking about possible symptoms to tell the wizard.

Snape scowled.

”Not only am I expected to be your personal healer, but a mind reader as well?” he growled.

Hermione simply blinked at him.

”Very well…I will have to examine you,” he said resignedly, “Open your house coat and sit down on the sofa.”

Her stomach flip-flopping, Hermione undid the sash of her robe, revealing her silk nightgown and sat down on the sofa. The Potions Master approached her.

”Tilt your head upwards,” the wizard ordered.

Hermione did so, closing her eyes.

Snape pressed his hands on either side of her throat, his warm palms coming in contact with a very erogenous zone of the witch’s body. She shuddered at that touch.

Snape paused for a moment, then tilted her head to the side, then to the other side, his fingers prodding Hermione’s neck gently. The witch continued to shudder, the wizard’s dark eyes resting on her face as she licked her lips at the deliciousness of his contact.

The wizard then ran his hands over her shoulders firmly, feeling her frame tremble under his slender digits. Again his eyes flicked to her face.

“Stand up and turn around, Miss Granger,” Snape said, stepping back. He noticed Hermione’s nipples were hard, puckering the front of her gown.

”Are you cold?” he asked her.

”No,” Hermione replied, her voice rather high.

She swallowed and turned around, her back to the wizard.

”I am going to remove your robe and examine your back. Let me know if it becomes uncomfortable for you,” he said, sliding the robe slowly from her shoulders. He saw immediately that Hermione wore nothing under her nightgown and was knickerless. He arched an eyebrow.

”Bend forward slightly, Miss Granger,” he said silkily.

Snape felt the witch shudder again as she obeyed him. He began to press his fingers against her spine, slowly and torturous working his way downward, Hermione letting out little gasps here and there as the wizard’s hands moved over her. The bit of fabric between his hands and her flesh seemed immense. Both of his hands slid over her small waist and he held her that way for a moment, gripping her waist and squeezing slightly, the witch bent and quaking before him, the silk of her nightgown clearly showing the cleft between her buttocks. He felt her start to shift back but catch herself before she came into contact with him.

He suddenly caught her arms above the elbow and pulled them back and upwards.

”I am now checking your range of motion,” he said.

Hermione struggled not to let out a moan as she stood bent before the wizard, her arms pulled behind her, Professor Snape holding them securely. She didn’t succeed and the wizard heard her.

He released her arms.

”You may stand up, Miss Granger. I know what is wrong with you,” he said as the witch turned around to face him.

”You do?” she asked him as he closed his satchel.

”Yes. You want to be fucked by me,” the wizard replied, his black eyes narrowing, “I’ve always known you lusted after me, but am surprised that you worked up the courage to actually get me here.”

Hermione turned bright red.

”You do want me to fuck you, don’t you Miss Granger?” he asked her.

Hermione felt as if she’d swallowed a whole box of cotton. She couldn’t respond. The Potions Master blinked at her.

”It seems by your response or lack of it that I’ve been erroneous in my diagnosis,” he said, picking up his satchel, “I’m afraid you are going to have to go back to St. Mungo’s for further examination. Good night, Miss Granger,” the wizard said, starting for the front door.

Suddenly Hermione found her voice.

”No! No, you’re not wrong,” she said, “You’re right.”

The wizard slowed then turned.

“Will you take what medicine I prescribe for this ailment? Or have I wasted my time coming out here?” the wizard asked her, his eyes glinting.

Hermione’s heart sunk. He was going to give her an anti-lust potion or something similar. Ah well. It had been worth a try.

”Yes,” she answered, disappointment in her voice.

Severus studied her small, curvaceous form for a moment, his eyes sliding over her like a caress, Hermione feeling small and vulnerable under his gaze.

“I prescribe a shot to cure you of your symptoms of lust, Miss Granger,” he said, “Show me to your bedroom. It would best be administered there as you will find yourself quite tired after you receive it.”

A shot? Hermione hadn’t known the Professor administered shots. But she didn’t argue.

“This way, Professor,” she said, leading the way down the hallway and turning left into her bedroom.

It was dark and she walked over to her nightstand to turn the lamp on. She thought she heard the Professor mutter something behind her, hesitated, then clicked on the light.

She turned and gasped. Professor Snape was standing before her buck naked, his body lean and scarred, his muscles taut and sinewed. His chest was hairless and a smattering of dark hair covered his arms, thighs and legs. His abdomen was tight and rippled, a fine line of black hair running from beneath his navel and curling into a nest around the largest cock she’d ever seen. It was thick, pale and erect, the foreskin slightly peeled back and the purplish head peeking from between the folds. He held his wand in his hand, his black eyes glinting at her. His dark mark was visible on his left forearm.

The wizard looked down at his cock, then at Hermione meaningfully.

”My…needle,” he purred, then pointed his wand at her.

”Divesto!” he hissed, removing her gown and leaving her naked. His eyes rested on her chestnut bush for a moment, then he dropped his wand.

“Into the bed, Miss Granger,” he ordered, “If you would have your ‘medicine.”

Hermione almost leapt into the bed, landing on her back. The wizard smirked slightly.

“Such a good patient,” he said, striding up to the end of the bed and entering it, but staying on his knees, “Now turn over and get on your knees, Miss Granger.”

Hermione did as he asked, and gasped as the wizard grasped one of her arms above the elbow and shifted closer.

“Stay perfectly still, Miss Granger,” he said in a low voice as he positioned himself against her. Hermione couldn’t help but buckle as that thick head slid over her clit as he adjusted his organ, then caught her shoulder, thrusting forward and burying his cock inside the witch.

”Oh my gods, Professor!” Hermione squealed as he plowed into her, his hardness parting her softness, his length and girth filling her completely.

She had never felt anything so good. The Potions Master gripped her other arm, pulling both behind her and drew back, driving into Hermione with such power she shrieked and orgasmed instantly, the wizard hissing as he felt her tight sleeve clutch and melt around him.

”Hold on, Miss Granger…this particular medicine may take some time to go down,” he breathed, beginning to fuck her, his cock squishing and squelching through her wetness, the shaft glistening and covered in her juices as he held her arms and gave her the required "cure."

Oh yes. He was just what the healer ordered.
 

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