The Burning Pen

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Snippet #18 (HG/SS)
The Problem with Polyjuice

“Hermione, I don’t know about this,” a reluctant Ronald Weasley said as he eyed the bubbling glass of Polyjuice Potion the witch held out to him.

They were in the upper halls of Hogwarts, the Room of Requirement having appeared there out of the way. Hermione had brewed a batch of Polyjuice Potion for tonight. It was a very special night for the witch. She and Ronald Weasley had been going out for more than a year and a half now.

”Ron, you promised me you’d fulfill my fantasy if I let you bugger me, and I did!” Hermione said to him, frowning.

”Yeah, but I thought it would be something like a pirate fantasy or being kidnapped. Not this!” the wizard replied.

Hermione lowered the glass and her face contorted.

”Ron, I let you fuck me in the ass because you said you’d do anything I wanted you to do. Now if you back out of this…we’re finished! Done! Ended,” Hermione hissed at him.

Ron blinked at her.

”I didn’t know your fantasy was to shag another wizard, Hermione. That’s just…just sick!” he said, “Especially the one you want to fuck.”

”For gods’ sakes, it’s just a fantasy, Ron. I’ll be shagging you,” she retorted.

”Yeah, but I won’t look like me,” he shot back at her, “It’ll be like you’re cheating on me with me.”

Hermione sighed and said to the room, “Create Potions Classroom.”

Suddenly the room changed, perfectly recreating the Potions class down to the last pickled creature. Hermione looked around the room then back at Ron with narrowed eyes.

“Take this now, Ron!” she hissed at him, shoving the glass of potion into his hand, “Now you go out that door…”

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Professor Severus Snape was prowling the upper levels of the castle looking for rule-breakers, his sharp ears listening for the slightest gasped breath and black eyes shifting toward every niche and checking every empty room. So far he had no luck and was in bad temper.

As he walked up the corridor, he noticed a door that was out of place. He smiled nastily.

”Room of Requirement,” he breathed, walking up to the door.

”Professor Snape, Potions Master of Hogwarts,” he purred, then turned the knob quietly. The ROR was keyed to open to any staff member, whether occupied or not. It looked as if his nightly hunt was about to pay off. He hoped the rule breakers were Gryffindors.

Snape entered the room and looked surprised as he stepped into a recreation of the dungeon corridor right outside of his Potions classroom. He could hear voices. He walked up to the door and quietly cast an amplification spell on it.

Who would want to recreate his classroom…and why?

”…you take that glass of Polyjuice potion, go out into the corridor and drink it down, Ronald. When you change into Professor Snape, you come back in. Remember, I am supposed to be serving detention. Then you have to taunt me…tell me that you’ve known I wanted to fuck you for the longest time, then ravish me…and make it rough. I want to believe I’m really with him,” he heard a familiar female voice say.

“Hermione, this is sick. I don’t want to do this,” Ron Weasley whined, “Besides, impersonating a teacher with Polyjuice can get me expelled.”

”No one’s going to catch us Ron. Really. I can’t believe you’re trying to back out on me after what I did for you,” Hermione said, “All right then. Consider us broken up. It’s over, Ron.”

Ron’s eyes went wide.

”No. No, Hermione…don’t do that. All right. I’ll drink the potion and shag you pretending to be Snape…but this is the first and last time. It gives me the willies,” he said resignedly.

”Good, now get out there,” the little witch said, smiling broadly, “And remember, be snarky. He turns me on when he’s snarky.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Ron groused, thinking how fucked up it was that Hermione had the hots for Professor Snape and let him know it.

Well, if she wanted to get fucked hard, he was definitely going to do it. He’d be so horrible she’d never fantasize about Snape again. Ron hoped the wizard had a huge tool to match his huge nose.

Ron exited the classroom, closing the door behind him. He looked at the bubbling glass of Polyjuice potion with a wrinkled nose. It tasted terrible.

“Damn, I wish there was something else to shag other than witches. I can’t believe Hermione wants me to do this,” he griped, bringing the glass to his lips.

”Do what, Mr. Weasley?” a silken voice asked behind him.

Ron dropped the glass of potion and spun as a walking nightmare glided from the shadows.

Professor Snape.

“Professor!” Ron gasped, then his mouth starting working like a fish as he paled.

He was as good as gone.

“What is it Miss Granger wants you to do, Mr. Weasley? Besides break rules by being out after curfew, that is,” the Potions Master purred at him.

“She…we…oh…oh just punish me, Professor,” Ron said as the wizard bent and ran one pale finger through the spilled liquid. He straightened and brought it to his nose.

He sniffed, then cocked his head and looked at Ron.

“Polyjuice potion, Mr. Weasley. That is a controlled potion. Who were you going to turn into?” Snape asked him with an arched eyebrow, “And don’t lie to me boy.”

Ron was wondering why Hermione didn’t come out when the glass broke.

”Oh I don’t know Professor Snape!” Ron said loudly, hoping Hermione would hear him.

“Don’t bother trying to alert Miss Granger, Mr. Weasley. There is a silencing charm on this corridor. She can’t hear you,” Snape purred, bending again and picking up a long black hair.

The wizard pulled out his wand and muttered a spell. The tip of his wand glowed blue, then gray. The wizard then pointed the wand at his own person. It again glowed blue, then gray. He looked at Ron with narrowed eyes.

“This hair has my signature, Mr. Weasley. You were going to duplicate my person,” the wizard said, “That is an expellable offense. Tell me why.”

Ron wasn’t about to tell the Professor he was going to pretend to be him and shag Hermione.

”I was going to be a punching bag for Hermione…she…she has some issues with you and wanted to throw some hexes and let off some steam,” the redheaded wizard lied.

“A…punching bag, Mr. Weasley?” Severus asked him, smirking slightly.

“Yes sir,” Ron said, meeting his gaze nervously.

Snape looked at him for several moments.

“Three hundred points from Gryffindor and a month’s detention with Filch starting tomorrow, Mr. Weasley. Your punishment would have been more severe had you actually drank the Polyjuice potion. Now, leave the room of requirement and return directly to Gryffindor tower. I will know if you’ve dallied or not,” Snape said to the redhead.

“But what about Hermione?” Ron asked him.

”Miss Granger is not your concern. I will deal with her. Now, unless you wish to lose your house another one hundred points I suggest you get your robes in the wind, Mr. Weasley,” the Potions Master snapped at him.

”Yes sir,” Ron said, exiting the ROR and heading for Gryffindor Tower.

He knew this night was going to end up badly. The wizard was just glad he wasn’t expelled. Everyone was going to be furious he lost so many points. He wondered how much Hermione would lose.

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Snape strongly warded the door to the ROR so even Albus himself wouldn't be able to enter easily. A ward would sound if the entrance was breeched. He stared at the door, then removed the silencing spell.

”Come on, Ron!” Hermione shouted.

The Potions Master hesitated, then opened the door and entered the classroom. Hermione was seated at the first desk in front of his desk, turned in the chair.

”Wow, you look just like him,” she breathed.

Snape slowly walked up the aisle, stopped near the desk and looked at the witch consideringly.

”There will be no acting out of character, Miss Granger,” he purred at her, then walked around his desk and sat down.

Hermione squirmed.

”You even sound like him. My god, Ron. I could just come on myself listening to you,” the witch said, her amber eyes full of hunger.

Snape studied her.

”I told you, Miss Granger…no acting out of character. You will address me as you would your Professor…not that bumbler Weasley,” he snapped at her.

”Wow,” Hermione said under her breath, then, “Yes Professor Snape.”

”Better,” the wizard said, “For your detention we will have a Question and Answer session. I will ask the questions and you will answer them, truthfully. Understand?”

”Yes, Professor,” Hermione said, hoping Ron would be as good at this as he appeared to be. Damn, he was good. He even had the Professor’s demeanor down pat.

“Miss Granger, do you imagine yourself a match for me in any manner?” the dark wizard asked the witch.

Hermione stared at him.

”What kind of question is that?” Hermione asked Ron-Snape, frowning.

”Just answer it. Do you think yourself my match in any manner…mentally or physically?” the wizard demanded.

”Well, I am rather bright. If I had access to as much knowledge as you do, I could probably match you intellectually,” the witch said, “but what’s that have to do…”

”Be silent!” Snape snarled, slamming his hand down on the desk violently, making Hermione jump, “I will ask the questions here, Miss Granger!”

Hermione stared at the wizard she thought was Ron polyjuiced and felt her knickers dampen. Gods, he was so Snape-like.

Snape regain his composure.

”You are not my intellectual equal, Miss Granger. You are smart…not intelligent. There is a marked difference. And you are only smart concerning facts and learning lessons…not concerning life. Your very being in this situation shows not only that you are not intelligent, but quite stupid,” the wizard said with a sneer.

Hermione scowled.

”I am not…” she began.

”DIDN’T I TELL YOU TO BE QUIET, WITCH?” the Potions Master roared, leaping up from his desk so quickly, his chair toppled to the floor as he strode around his desk and up to Hermione, placing both hands on the desk top and leaning forward, his face mere inches from hers.

”Now, you answer my questions when I ask them, Miss Granger. You are in enough trouble…believe me,” he said softly, but his black eyes were hard, “coming in here to live out a fantasy of fucking your teacher. You’re a twisted little bird, very twisted.”

Hermione was quaking before the wizard, but it wasn’t with fear. His screaming at her only made her want him more. What would it feel like to have him take her? She knew this was Ron, but it was so easy to pretend it really was Professor Snape…especially the way he was acting. Ron was really very talented at mimicry.

“What makes you think you even have the stamina to tangle with me, witch? You’re little more than a child. How old are you? Eighteen?” he asked her.

”Yes,” Hermione said, her voice quavering.

”I am a grown wizard, Miss Granger. A man. Not a boy. I am not built like a boy and I certainly don’t fuck like one. You don’t want what you think you want and if you are wise you will leave this classroom now and scurry back to Gryffindor Tower while you still can walk,” he breathed at her.

Hermione felt as if she could melt into a puddle as she looked at the angry wizard.

”Are you going to go, Miss Granger?” he asked her, “This is your last chance.”

Hermione shook her head.

”No. I don’t want to go. I need to do this,” Hermione said, “I’ve dreamed of nothing else since you said you’d give me my fantasy Ron…”

”Stop calling me ‘Ron’ Miss Granger. I am Professor Snape,” the dark wizard said.

“Yessss. Yes you are,” Hermione said, almost moaning. She thought Ron was just trying to keep in character. She had no idea this was the real Professor she was talking to.

“Very well, Miss Granger…since you will not leave…”

Suddenly Snape’s hand shot out and grabbed Hermione by the hair, pulling the witch up and forward.

”Come on. Over the desk now,” he breathed, pulling her hair hard.

Wincing and lubing herself at the same time, Hermione climbed over the desk, the Professor keeping a firm grip on her hair as he began to unbutton his robes with one hand.

”So you think you like it rough, witch? You have no idea what that means,” the Potions Master said softly as Hermione stared at him with wet eyes, her mouth slack.

The wizard’s black eyes rested on her face for a moment, seeming to see inside the witch.

“You like this kind of treatment, Miss Granger, don’t you?” he asked her silkily as he pulled his robes open, surprisingly revealing a button down shirt that was a kind of a dark pink and black belted trousers beneath.

Hermione didn’t expect a splash of color beneath the severe wizard’s robes. Did the Professor really wear colors like this under his robes or was that a bit of Ron showing through? But she was more concerned with answering him than his clothing.

”Yes,” she whimpered, “I like it.”

The Professor let go of her hair and slid off his robes, tossing them aside, then unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a pale, lean torso and belly. A line of dark hair disappeared into his trousers and a few scars crossed his chest and abdomen. The majority of his marks were on his back, raised testaments to Voldemort’s cruelty.

“How many wizards have you fucked, Miss Granger?” he asked her.

”Only you. I mean…Ron,” Hermione answered, still aware that this…this snarky wizard was actually Ron…Ron doing a very, very good imitation of Professor Snape. How did he get his voice to sound like that though. He sounded so much like the Professor. Maybe the Polyjuice potion somehow managed to capture that aspect too, though normally only the body changed…not the voice.

But Hermione didn’t care. She loved Ron sounded like Snape. It made it more…more real.

Snape looked at her, then backed up against his desk, leaning on it.

”Take of your robes, your blouse and your bra, Miss Granger,” he said softly.

Snape watched as the witch complied. Yes, she was wearing her student uniform beneath. She took off her robes and let them drop to the floor behind her, then undid her white blouse and slid it off, revealing a white cotton bra and rather full breasts. The wizard’s dark eyes glinted as Hermione reached around and unclasped her bra, sliding it down her arms and also depositing it behind her on top of the robes and blouse. She stood before him, her nipples so hard they hurt.

The wizard drank her breasts in. They were round and firm, topped with dark areoles, the tips tight with excitement. Snape didn’t touch them though. It was clear to see the witch wanted him to touch her, the way she leaned toward him invitingly.

“Undo my belt,” the wizard ordered the witch.

Her hands trembling terribly, Hermione grasping his Slytherin buckle, pulled it up and released the belt.

”Now, undo my trousers,” the wizard commanded, watching as Hermione’s small, nervous hands undid the single button and zipped down his fly.

“Pull them down around my ankles,” the dark wizard said.

Trembling Hermione pulled the wizard’s trousers down, leaving him clad in his black silk boxers. Snape cocked his head at her.

”The boxers too, witch,” Snape said, frowning slightly.

Hermione looked up at him and licked her lips, then without hesitation hooked her hands into the waistband and drew them down as well, wanting to see what the snarky wizard hid under them. Her eyes widened as his pale cock was revealed. . It was huge and only partially erect, the foreskin hanging over the end giving it a trunk-like appearance.

”You’re going to do something for me before I do something for you, Miss Granger. I haven’t had a blow job in ages. Since you are so desperate to engage me, you will meet this demand,” the wizard said, grasping the base of his cock and shaking it, “On your knees, witch,”

Hermione sank down, her eyes crossing as she looked at his huge member. He was so much bigger than Ron.

”Open your mouth wide and stick out your tongue,” the Potions Master directed as the dark head of his cock began to stretch, the soft foreskin appearing to roll back.

The witch did as he asked, looking up at him. The wizard’s face contorted as he looked down on his student’s face, her mouth held open in readiness, her pink tongue resting on her lower lip…a waiting cushion. His cock bounced.

“Mmmm,” the wizard breathed

He placed one hand on the back of Hermione’s head, then pressed his cock into her warm mouth, letting out a sexy groan that made the witch shudder as he filled her mouth, his organ hot and hard. Hermione went to work on the Potions Master’s cock as if it were a delicious, thick stick of candy.

Snape watched the witch as she grabbed the base of his cock and lifted it, going to town, managing to get it quite deep into her warm, wet mouth. The wizard sighed with pleasure and stroked her hair gently. She wasn’t artful yet…she was too young…but there was a lot to be said for enthusiasm.

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