Continuation of Sneaky Snape.  I think this one will make sense, even without reading the other.

 

 

 

 

 

Saturday Night

 

 

 

 

            Friday had been one of the most interesting days that Severus Snape could remember. It was partly because the previous night had been one of the best he had had in a long time. 

            He had watched two of his best students fuck each other silly.

            That morning at breakfast he watched both of them, to see if he saw a sign of their secret relationship.  Neither one of them acknowledged the other, or even glanced in the other’s direction.  After their loving embrace the night before, he almost expected one of them to show something. 

            He waited at his desk for his Advanced Potions class to begin, thinking that he might see some kind of sign then.  Both of them walked into the classroom and sat at their respective desks.  There were no casual looks, or hidden glances.  Snape was mildly surprised. 

            He was starting to wonder if maybe it had all been a dream, or maybe one of them had been under a spell.  Stranger things have happened.  He wouldn’t have put it past the bushy-haired little bitch.  It would probably be the only way she would ever get laid. 

            He gave the assignment to the class, waving his wand at the blackboard behind him.  Writing suddenly flashed upon it. 

The class was familiar with their teachers behavior and quickly made their way to the front to gather the ingredients.  Draco and Hermione were the last two who came up, and they both reached for the shredded Leola root at the same time.  It was only for a split second that he saw both of them smile.  If he hadn’t been watching both of them so intently, he would have missed it.

            Draco pulled his hand back, and gave her a look that was pure venom. 

            “Manners, Granger, manners,” he told her.

            She returned the look.  “You snooze, you loose, Malfoy.” She scooped the appropriate measurement into her container and turned around, walking back towards her desk.  Snape saw the blond give a quick glance to the departing Gryffindor.  The look on his face was one of loathing, but Snape was close enough that he could see the lust in the young man’s eyes. 

            Snape studied the two of them for the rest of the class, and at dinner time.  He didn’t see any other signs that the two of them might be anything other than classmates.

            He had heard them planning their next meeting, for Saturday night.  Today was only Friday.  He anxiously hoped it was his classroom they decided to meet in. 

           

 

            Friday, as well as Saturday came and went.  Snape had walked around for most of the afternoon with a raging hard-on, his thoughts filled with images of Granger riding Draco as if he were a bucking bronco, and the incredible sight of Draco eating her out, her body writhing in response.  He refrained from touching himself, knowing that he would have his orgasm later that night, and he wanted it to be extra good. 

            Unsure as to what time the show would begin, he made an extra strong invisibility Potion, and took the first dose about seven.  He took the same dark corner that he had occupied before.  He sat and closed his eyes, trying to find the scent of the Gryffindor. 

            Sitting in the dark was pure torture.  He had no idea when they would meet, or if they would use his classroom again.  He knew that they had been the ones using his room in the past and was pretty confident that they would choose his room again. 

            Finally, several hours later, he heard a commotion outside.  Cries of pain and grumbling were getting closer to his door.  The door flew open and Granger came tumbling in, as if she had been thrown.

            “Merlin, Granger.  You think just because you’re fucking McGonagall you can boss everyone around?  Little bitch.”

Draco snarled at her.

            Hermione got up, her hands on her hips.  “What makes you think I’m fucking McGonagall, Malfoy.  Oh, wait, you’re jealous because you think I’m fucking the head of my house, and you wish you could fuck yours.  I always thought you were gay, Malfoy.”

            “You think I’m gay, Mudblood?”  He strode towards her, every ounce of his body showing rage.  Hermione backed away, cowering from the blond boy. 

            He ran a finger down the side of her face, and she shivered in response.  “I’ve heard about you, Granger.  You’re a little whore.  You’ll fuck anybody in this school.  Anyone whose female, that is.” 

            Granger stood up, her fear momentarily forgotten.  “So?  Why do you care if it’s true or not?”

            “Is it?”  His voice became softer now. He placed one hand on the wall behind her.

            “That I like to be with women?  Yes,” she told him. 

            “So you’ve never been with a man?”  Draco asked.

            Hermione started to play shy again.  She tried to push him aside, but he wouldn’t let her move.

            “Granger, I asked you a question.  Have you ever been with a man?”

            She tried again to duck away from him.  He moved his body even closer to hers, and she shook her head furiously.

            “N… no Malfoy, I haven’t.   Please, I really should get back to the dorms.”  Hermione’s voice was on the edge of panic.  

If Snape didn’t know any better, he might have actually believed that Granger was scared.  But based on their show from two nights ago, she had definitely been with a man and knew what she was doing as well.   There was still the possibility that one of them was being coerced, or taking a potion, but both of them?

Draco cupped one of her breasts in his free hand, and Hermione let out a moan.  His fingers trailed down her stomach, towards the waistband of her skirt.  He slowly pulled the shirt out and began to undo the buttons with only one hand.  He shook his head at himself, and removed the hand that was helping to keep Hermione pinned. 

Suddenly Hermione moved away from him and began to run towards the door.  Sobbing, she reached her hand out for the doorknob as Draco grabbed her arm.  She cried out as he pulled her back to himself.  She began to cry. 

“Please Malfoy, just let me go.”  Hermione tried to struggle against his hold, but this time he held her firm. 

“Now now now, Granger.  You tried to run away from me, and I don’t like my whores to leave until I’m satisfied.”  Hermione started to cry harder.  Draco reached behind himself and pulled out one of the chairs.  He sat down in it and pulled Hermione into his lap, her stomach resting against his knees.  Hermione froze, the realization of what he was about to do suddenly hitting her.

Draco gently lifted her skirt up, exposing her ass to the cold air of the dungeon.   A smile crossed his face when he saw that she wasn’t wearing any panties.  Draco tightened his grasp on her torso as his hand began to caress the tender white flesh.  He began to rub in small circles, alternating from one cheek to the other.  Hermione had started crying again. 

“Now Hermione, I’m going to ask you some questions and if I believe you, I might let you go.  But if I think you’re lying to me… well, you’ll find out,”  he told her.  She nodded her head to show him she understood.

“What were you doing in the library, Granger?  Were you tongue-fucking the Weaselette?”  he asked.  Hermione didn’t answer, and Draco’s hand rose.

It came down on her ass and Hermione’s body bucked in response.  She cried out loudly, and tried to move her hands to cover herself.  Draco wouldn’t have any of it.  He began to caress the cheek again, paying extra attention to the area that now sported a large red welt.             

“Granger, were you with Ginny tonight?”  he asked her again. 

She nodded in response and called out yes.

“Were you eating her pussy?” 

 A pause, and then there was a crack.

“Yes!”  She cried out.

“Do you like having sex with girls, Hermione?”

“Yes.” 

“Are you fucking McGonagall, Hermione?”

Another pause.  Another crack.  He repeated the question, and smacked her again, switching cheeks. 

She called out this time.  No.  In a voice that was actually deep and raspy, and definitely sensual.

Snape could see how red the girl’s rear was, and almost felt sorry for her.  He noticed that she had stopped moving her hands after each strike, and he could swear that the girl had spread her legs.  He couldn’t help but notice the way that her body arched into his hand with every strike. 

“Do you like it when I spank you, Granger?”

A pause, and a crack that was louder than the rest.

“Oww… No!”  she cried out.

“Are you sure you’re not enjoying it?”  he asked again.

She shook her head and was again rewarded with a loud slap.  Even Snape knew that she was lying.

Malfoy ran his palm down her butt cheeks, separating them.  He spread her legs open, widely.  Using two fingers, he separated her folds.  His eyes grew wide.

“Granger, I think you’re lying to me.  Your pussy is drenched right now with your own juices.  Now I’m going to ask you one more time.  Is this turning you on?”

“No,” she told him, and Draco shook his head at her.  He smacked his hand against her pussy, and Hermione cried out.  Draco removed that hand that was holding her against him, and she quickly rolled off his lap.  She pulled her skirt down and started to cry again.  Draco stood before her, and began to undo his pants.  His erection sprang out as the boy dropped his pants and boxers around his ankles. 

“You’ve got two choices, Granger.  Either you can come here and get me off, or I’m going to take my belt off and whip your Mudblood ass with it.  You choose.”  He had both hands on his hips, and he was looking down at her with his typical Malfoy smugness.

She sniffled and chewed on her lower lip.  She slowly pulled herself up onto her knees and crawled towards him, becoming more hesitant as she got closer.  Draco became impatient and bent down, pulling her roughly towards him.  Her face became smashed against his erection, and she tried desperately to push away.  He let go of her, and her body crumpled at his feet. 

“Put it in your mouth, Granger.  I’ll teach you to like cock.”  Draco growled at her. 

She pulled herself back up, and tentatively stuck out her tongue.  Her pink tongue darted out and made contact with his cock, and she pulled back, looking up at him.  Her tongue reached out again, and took a longer swipe.  Draco moaned, and Hermione tried it again.  She slowly put her lips around the head of his length, and carefully took it into her mouth.  Draco’s eyes shot open and his teeth clenched together as he sucked in a breath.  Happy with his reaction, Hermione tried again, taking it farther back into her throat.  One of his hands reached out and grabbed a handful of her hair, shoving her mouth deeper onto himself.  Hermione’s eyes widened as she tried to cope.  Her hands pushed against his pelvis, which made him push against her face even harder.  

His hips began to thrust at her face, his strokes even and quick.  His eyes were closed, and Hermione had finally given up on trying to push him away.  Instead she had one hand wrapped around the base of his cock, shortening the length of his stroke. 

Snape had pulled out his own erection and was stroking its length, attempting to match the blond boy’s pace.  He had to force himself not to cry out as he watched the incredible show before him.  There were times when Snape had toyed with the idea of throwing the know-it-all onto her knees and shutting her up once and for all.  But he was a teacher and she was a student and there were rules against these sorts of things.  But still…

Draco knew that his orgasm was getting closer and he released her hair from his grasp.  Hermione continued to suck on his length, and Draco stepped backwards from her.  His cock made an audible sound as it left her wet mouth.  Hermione looked up at him, still on her knees.

“What’s the matter? I think I’m finally getting the hang of it,”  she complained.

“Yeah, too well,”  he told her.  “Come here.”  He motioned to her, tapping the top of the nearest desk with his hand.  She stood up, smoothed her skirt down over herself and walked towards the desk.  She put her butt against the edge of the wood and was starting to pull herself up onto it when he stopped her.  He gently turned her around and bent her over, pushing her torso against the wood.  He pulled her skirt up and laid it across her back.  He reached down to spread her legs a bit.  His hand began to caress her globes again, and then a quick slap.  She moaned out, loudly.  Another caress, then a crack, this time on the other cheek. 

Her spanking continued, and with each slap, Hermione cries became closer and closer to cries of arousal.  Snape had no doubt that the young girl did enjoy getting spanked like this.

With no warning, Draco stepped behind her and entered her with one quick thrust.  They both cried out.  Draco began to pump into her, grabbing her hips as he did, and wrapped her legs around himself.  Hermione quickly locked her ankles behind him, and began to meet him thrust for thrust. 

Snape had no problem meeting their pace at this point.  His orgasm quickly overtook him, and Snape couldn’t help but release a gasp when he came all over his hand.  He saw the young witch suddenly glance in his direction and wondered if he had been found.  Her eyes closed, and she started to moan loudly.  Snape tried to pull himself back further into the shadows.  He looked down at his hands and relaxed, seeing that he was still invisible. 

Hermione’s orgasm came first, and the witch’s body started to spasm against the wood.  Snape wondered if she was getting splinters.  Draco stopped for only the briefest of seconds, letting her regain some of her composure.  He continued pumping into her, but then dropped onto her back.  Hermione unwrapped her legs from his back, and Draco’s thrusts were now shorter and more controlled.  The boy stood straight up and grabbed the girl’s hips as he reached his release.  He collapsed onto her back, obviously spent. 

A few moments later he pulled out of her and stood up.  He gently reached for her and helped her to stand, turning her around at the same time.  He took her face in both of his hands and kissed her lips with a passion that Professor Snape didn’t even know the young boy possessed.

“I know you like it rough like that, but I’m always afraid I’m going to hurt you,”  he told her.

“We’ve talked about this before dear.  You won’t hurt me.  And if you ever make me feel uncomfortable, I’ll give you our safe word and we’ll stop.”  She paused and kissed him, taking his lower lip between her teeth.  She tugged at it gently before releasing him  “Did I make you uncomfortable, dear?”

“No, you turned me on as usual.  I just don’t know how you can enjoy being spanked like that.  Doesn’t it hurt?”  he asked.

“Actually, yeah it hurts like hell. But it’s a good hurt. You’ve definitely mastered spanking.  But did you feel how wet it made me?”  She ground her nearly naked form against him for emphasis.  He groaned and smiled at her.

She began to dress herself, and Draco followed her cue. 

“Spend the night with me. Please?”  he asked her.

She smiled warmly and nodded.  “You know I can’t resist.”

Draco smiled back.  “Tell you what.  I’ll head back to my quarters and start a nice hot bubble bath.  I’ll let you wash my back, and then I’ll wash your front.”

She smirked, a trait she had obviously picked up from the blond.  “That sounds heavenly.  I’ll clean up and join you in a few.”

They kissed softly, and entertwined their hands.  Draco kissed her hand before he let it go, muttering “Love you” before he turned and walked out the door.

Hermione surveyed the room.  She performed a more meticulous Scourgify than Draco had.  She looked down at her attire, making sure that everything was back where it belonged.  She ran her fingers over the desk where she had been taken only moments before.  She smiled to herself as she ran her fingers over the hard, smooth wood.    She paced the room a few more times, pausing as if deep in thought. 

Finally, she glanced down at her watch and noticed the time.  She walked towards the door, and took the knob in her hand.  She turned around and took one more visual glance over the room, making sure that everything was where it belonged. 

She opened the door and then paused.  Without turning around, she spoke over her shoulder.

“See you tomorrow night, Professor.”

 

 

 

 

~fin~