The Burning Pen

 

Merry XXXmas, Professor Snape

by Ruth Solomon

 

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CHAPTER 7


Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to JKR. All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
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Chapter 7 ~ Punishment and Release

Professor Snape began pacing in front of the classroom as he always did when lecturing and pretended to address a full class of students.

Today’s topic will cover the Amortentia Potion. This potion is…” he began.

Hermione began to wave her arm wildly. The Potions Master paused, scowling at her.

“What is it Miss Granger?” he asked.

Hermione put on her know-it-all face and said, “The Amortentia Potion is the most powerful love potion in the world. The exact ingredients have been hidden for the past fifty years because of abuses in the past.”

Snape looked at her blackly.

“Miss Granger, would you like to give this lecture?” he asked her, a frown on his face.

“No Professor,” she replied, ducking her head.

The Professor stalked toward her, and gripped her desk, bringing his face close to hers.

Then desist in flapping your arm around like it's boneless and let me give the lecture!” he hissed. “Listening to a lecture requires you to open your ears and not your mouth, Miss Granger. Now be quiet!”

“Yes Professor,” Hermione said meekly.

The Potions Master drew back, and began to pace again.

“Now as I was saying,” he intoned, “the Amortentia is the most powerful love potion in the world. It is recognizable by…”

Hermione once again began to wave her hand wildly. He pretended to ignore her but she kept it up until he turned on her, his brows furrowed and his nose flared.

“Yes, Miss Granger?” he said with an edge to his voice.

“The Amortentia Potion is recognizable by its distinctive mother-of-pearl sheen,” she offered, smiling at him.

The Potions Master closed his eyes and pinched his nose in order to maintain his control. His eyes suddenly opened and he glared at the witch.

“Fifty points from Gryffindor, Miss Granger,” he declared, “Now stop interrupting me!”

“Yes, Professor,” Hermione said, looking chastened.

The Potions Master looked at her hard for a moment, sighed and started giving the lecture again, this time standing right in front of her.

“Now, as I was saying before I was so idiotically interrupted, was the Amortentia Potion is recognizable by its distinctive mother-of-pearl sheen, and also by the fact…

Hermione had her hand up again. He ignored her as long as he could, but she was wriggling in her chair now and distracting the other students. He stopped.

“What is it now, Miss Granger?” he said tiredly.

“Spirals,” she said softly.

The Professor raised an irritated eyebrow at her.

“What?” he asked.

“The steam of the Amortentia Potion always rises in spirals, that’s a way to identify it,” she informed him.

The Potions Master slammed his hand hard on her desk, making the witch jump from the violence of it. Again he drew close to her, his eyes narrowed, his mouth turned up in a sneer.

“Miss Granger, what part of “do not interrupt me’ don’t you understand?” he said, his voice thick with anger. “Detention with Filch tomorrow night. Now shut up!”

“Yes Professor,” she replied in a small voice, sinking down in her chair a little.

Snape continued to scowl at her for several minutes, before he remembered he was giving a lecture and started again.

“The Amortentia Potion is also recognizable by the fact that its steam rises in characteristic spirals,” he began, when a voice piped out,

“And it smells differently to different people according to what attracts them.”

It was Miss Granger again. And this time, she didn’t even raise her hand, just rudely blurted out the information. The Potions Master couldn’t take any more. The young woman was unbearable. She didn’t understand the meaning of the word shut up. He had taken house points, and given her detention and she still didn’t stop. Just like always. She accepted the point loss, served her detentions and didn’t change. She put him days behind schedule by disrupting his lectures. He did have a teaching plan to adhere to. He couldn’t take it anymore.

“That’s it! That’s bloody it! Class is dismissed!” he bellowed. Then he looked down at Hermione, his face twisted with rage.

“All except for you, Miss Granger,” he said in a soft, but deadly voice. ”You sit right there. We are going to settle this matter about you interrupting me in class once and for all.”

“Yes Professor,” she said meekly.

Hermione felt soaked between her thighs. She was sure when she stood up, there would be a puddle left behind on the wooden chair. The Professor was acting toward her just like he would in class. He was quite a good role-player. She watched as he stormed past her and pretended to ward the classroom doors, and then cast an actual silencing spell.

He stalked back past her, walking behind his desk and opening his drawer.

“Come up here Miss Granger, and turn around. Put your hands behind your back,” he commanded, his voice harsh.

Hermione obediently rose from her chair. She glanced down.

She had left a wet spot.

Swallowing, she sidled between the rows and walked up to Snape’s desk and turned around, dutifully placing her hands behind her back. She heard the Professor walk back from around the desk and could feel him standing close behind her, breathing rather roughly. Suddenly, her hands were yanked together and bound tightly, but not too tightly. The Potions Master made a big production of testing the ropes, making the witch feel rather helpless. He spun her around.

“Miss Granger, for the past seven years you have been a burrcockle in my ass when it came to respecting me in my class. No other student dares to interrupt me during a lecture once, but you…you do it several times and every single lecture, no matter how much I tell you to stop. If it weren’t for your grades, Miss Granger, I would swear you were mentally challenged. As much as you ignore my constant reminders, I would think you deaf also."

"The fact is, Miss Granger, as brilliant as you are you are thick. Despite detentions, despite losing house points, despite me verbally dressing you down, you continue to disrupt my class and ruin my lectures. So Miss Granger…"

The Professor sat on his desk, and roughly pulled the witch over his lap.

“What are you doing, Professor?” Hermione cried, struggling a little. Her wriggling on his lap made the Professor hiss a little.

“I can’t seem to get through at one end, Miss Granger so now I will attempt to make you understand via the other," he snarled. Then he lifted the short shirt to reveal her buttocks. The Professor caught his breath as his black eyes fell on Hermione’s smooth, plump ass. Her cheeks were full and well rounded, and she had two small dimples just above the swell. Snape wanted to press his lips to them. Her skin was fair, without any flaws. He picked up the paddle and bit his lip.

“Now, Miss Granger, you will not raise your hand when I am lecturing!”

THWACK! He brought the paddle down on her right cheek.

“Merlin!” Hermione gasped, her head flying back

Her right cheek turned a pretty shade of pale pink.

“You will not offer information when I am lecturing!”

THWACK! The Professor brought the paddle down on her left cheek, watching her soft flesh jiggle from the impact. It also turned pale pink.

“Oh gods, Professor!” she yelled

“You will remain silent when I tell you to be quiet!” he breathed.

THWACK!

The Professor brought the paddle down on her right cheek again, a little lower than the first time so he didn’t hit the same area.

“Aaaah!” Hermione cried out, her hands straining against the ropes.

The Professor could see her inner thighs starting to glisten with her juices. This really was turning her on, and as a result turning him on as well. The scent of her lust was rising and so was his already swollen cock.

“You will not correct me!” he snarled, bringing the paddle down on her left cheek again, alternating the location of the blow.

Hermione yelled again, her legs stretching out.

The Potions Master began to spank her in earnest, alternating his blows from one side of her ass to the other, adjusting where the blow landed so as to spread the color evenly.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

Hermione was screaming his title now, bouncing on his lap, gasping, writhing and straining beneath his blows. The way she was arching and groaning was erotic and arousing. It was almost as if the witch was getting fucked. She really did like the pain. Her ass was turning bright pink all over. It looked as if her ass were blushing.

Finally, her eyes full of tears she gasped the safe word, and Snape ceased spanking her. She shuddered on his lap, her thighs soaked. He brought his hand to her bruised skin, and began to caress it gently as she sobbed.

“Are you all right, Miss Granger?” he asked softly as he caressed her buttocks.

“Yes. I feel so hot, Professor,” she gasped through her tears. “There’s an ache between my legs and my belly feels as if it's on fire.”

The Potions Master hesitated, then slipped his hand down to stroke her pussy lips slightly. She gasped and wriggled a bit. Slowly, he brought his wet fingers to his mouth and tasted her. Gods, so sweet. He returned his fingers to her pussy, and worked one between her labia. He flicked it over her clit and Hermione cried out.

“Wha…what was that? What did you do to me, Professor…oh gods that felt so good,” she gasped.

“I flicked my finger over your clit. It’s very sensitive,” he said, flicking it again and she gasped again. He used his other hand to hold her in place, and began to rub between her legs in earnest, coating his fingers with her wetness, as she writhed and kicked her legs, crying out in pleasure. She was a responsive little witch, and passionate.

“I want more,” she breathed. 

Snape felt around her hymen, then leaned to examine her pussy.  Her hymen was slightly torn, probably by some physical activity. Carefully, he pressed a finger inside of her. She was very, very tight and she groaned and her ass bounced as he began to thrust his finger gently in and out of her. He didn’t want to accidentally break her hymen completely. He wanted to do that with his cock.

“More,” Hermione moaned. Snape caressed her back gently as he slipped another finger inside her, wriggling it in her heat and softness, listening to her moan and thinking how much he wished it was his cock inside her. He pulled his fingers out of the buckling witch, and licked them clean slowly, savoring the taste of her. She continued to move, with more of a thrusting motion now. Professor Snape ran his hand over her reddened ass again, trying to soothe her.

“Professor,” Hermione said, her voice throaty with desire. “I need you. I want you to do it now. I want you to fuck me Professor. Please. I am burning up between my legs. I can’t stop shaking,”

Professor Snape groaned.

“Miss Granger,” he replied, hoarse with desire, “I don’t want to deflower you like this. I know I do in your dream, and you love it, but I have more respect for you than that. Maybe afterwards, but not your first time. I want to take you to my bed. I want your first time to be memorable. I want you to remember me another way than in your dream. It will be good, I promise you. Better than what you think you want.”

Hermione turned her head to look up at him as best she could. Her amber eyes were glazed with desire.

“At this point, Professor, you could take me on the Headmaster’s desk with him present and I wouldn’t care. As long as you can ease what I’m feeling.”

Snape untied her hands, and turned her over in his lap, pulling her to a sitting position. She gasped at the pain. Snape put her on the floor and stood up.

“I’m going to get you something for the pain, Miss Granger. Some healing potion. I don’t want you suffering when I’m on top of you. Is that all right?” he asked her.

She nodded, lust gripping her body, wanting him so bad she wished he would just go ahead and bend her over something, anything and slide inside her. That was the only thing that would satisfy her. He started walking toward the potions storeroom.

“Please hurry, Professor. I feel like I am going to explode,” she called after him, a note of pleading in her voice.

The dark wizard did. He was in and out of the storeroom in a moment. He walked back to her with a bottle of healing potion.

“This is my own brew. Very powerful. It will heal you instantly,” he said as he opened the bottle, poured some in his hand, and rubbed the potions over her buttocks gently.

“Your hands. They feel like they were dipped in lava, and are leaving a burn on my skin,” she groaned as he tenderly covered every inch of redness. Immediately, her flesh changed back to its smooth, fair color.

“Feel better?” he asked her, turning her around.

“My ass doesn’t hurt anymore, but I have a kind of sweet ache all over me,” she breathed. “I need you to do me, Professor. I need to feel you moving inside me.”

“Let me give you your first adult kiss first,” he said, lowering his mouth to hers. He nibbled on her lips for a moment, then suckled them gently. Hermione wrapped her arms around his lean, strong body, feeling the definition through his nightshirt. He was so…male. The Potions Master pressed against her lips with his tongue. She opened them slightly, and he slipped his tongue into her heat. Gods, she tasted like innocence. Hermione shuddered against him and locked her tongue with his, welcoming his invasion enthusiastically. They dueled and devoured, Hermione being a fast learner. her body relaxing against his in abandon. The Potions Master drew back.

“Come with me to my bedroom, Hermione,” he said, using her given name. He was about to fuck her. That was enough intimacy to warrant the use of it.

“Yes, Professor,” she said, arching into him.

“Right now, Hermione, you call me by my name. We will no longer be teacher and student. We will simply be man and woman. Call me Severus,” he said gently.

Snape picked Hermione up and carried her though his office and back into his study, kissing her deeply all the while. The wall slid down behind them as they passed. He didn’t hesitate. He headed straight for his bedroom.

It was time for Hermione to unwrap her present.

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A/N: That’s it for tonight. I took some nighttime Theraflu and I’m dead. The words are blurring. But the next chapter will have lemons, lemons and more lemons. THWACK! Lolol. Actually that word was floating under the text so I just shifted it up. Everyone have a very Merry Christmas, Hanukah or Kwanzaa. Please review.

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