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Watching His Girlfriend Get Disappointed - Hermione/Snape & Hermione/Harry
🕑 Added 2024-03-27 15:59:01 +0000 UTCAN: Hello everyone! Here is Part 16 of the Watching His Girlfriend Series! This chapter was commissioned by wnelson001! I hope you all enjoy it!
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Perhaps Hermione shouldn’t have been surprised that Professor Snape had called her to his office this evening. Her grades were impeccable, and there were no issues with her behaviour inside or out of the classroom to require such a meeting. He’d told her to report to him after supper at the end of their Defence Against the Dark Arts class earlier in the day, and it wasn’t until he glanced down her blouse that she realised what this was about.
All it had taken was a subtle inquiry with Professor McGonagall for Hermione to learn that Slughorn had recently mentioned what he and Hermione had gotten up to last year. It was a normal thing in the magical world, so no one batted an eye at hearing that she’d slept with Slughorn in exchange for him making enquiries on her behalf to potential employers. Slughorn assured them all that unless they had an excellent proposition to offer Hermione, she was already quite happy with the contacts she’d made.
Evidently, Snape thought that he had something to offer her.
A part of Hermione was repulsed at the idea of Snape of all people wanting to fuck her. He’d been a vile nuisance in her and Harry’s lives for so long. On the other hand, it was that exact fact that made the idea so enticing. Just like the thrill Harry got when he watched his relatives, who had been so horrible to him growing up, fuck her, she felt a certain thrill about the idea of fucking a man who disliked her as much as she disliked him.
Harry hadn’t required any convincing that her going to Snape’s office was the right move. He seemed just as excited as she was to see what would happen.
Of course, maybe she was just reading too much into things and Snape wasn’t interested in her like that at all. But Hermione thought back to everything since the start of this year, and she began to recall more instances where she’d wondered if Snape had been checking her out.
There was an easy way to figure this out though, so Hermione didn’t let it linger on her mind.
Hermione raced to finish her supper and left the Great Hall quickly. She rushed back to her room and quickly showered before she put on a fine set of lacy pink lingerie underneath a clean set of robes. If this really was going to be what she thought it was, she wanted to be ready for it.
When she returned to the Common Room, it was completely devoid of life. Only, she knew it wasn’t.
“Harry?” Hermione called out.
There was a slight ripple in the air next to her before Harry appeared from underneath his invisibility cloak. He had a wide grin on his lips.
“Are you ready to knock his socks off?” He asked before giving her a quick peck on her lips.
“Always,” Hermione winked at him as she pulled forward the neckline of her robes. Harry peered down to see the pink straps that ran over top of her breasts.
Harry chuckled. “He won’t know what hit him.”
She certainly hoped not. If Snape really was trying to get her to shag him, then she needed to be one step ahead to make sure that everything went according to plan.
Together, the two of them left the Gryffindor Common Room and headed for the stairs. By the time they reached the dungeons, students were already leaving the Great Hall and heading off to spend their evening with friends. They even ran across Draco and Astoria, who were walking arm-in-arm back to the Slytherin Common Room. They exchanged a brief nod, trying to not let anyone else in on their newfound close relationship, and then continued on in their separate directions.
Snape’s office was located nearby the Potions classroom. Even though he didn’t teach there anymore, he still kept his office as Slughorn had specifically asked for Professor Merrythought’s old one. It was a gloomy room with walls lined with vials and jars filled with potions, plants, or animal parts. There was a nice fireplace, a large desk, and even a sofa to relax on. It wasn’t exactly the most romantic of locations, but that was also the exciting part of it; if Hermione was going to have sex with someone she disliked, why not do it in an office she disliked too?
Hermione stopped by the door just as Harry stopped behind her. Once they were sure that the corridor was clear, Harry threw his invisibility cloak back over top of himself. He vanished from sight, and then Hermione gently knocked on Snape’s door.
Her knuckles had barely brushed the door on her second knock when it swung open just wide enough for Snape to come into view.
“Come in,” Snape said imperiously.
He swung the door open wider and started back towards his desk, making his black robes flutter behind him. Hermione walked inside and left the door open long enough for Harry to follow along. She felt the silky material of his invisibility cloak brush across her arm, a sign that he was in there with her. Only then did she close the door.
When she turned back to face Snape, his eyes were all over her. The way he was eyeing her up like a piece of meat made her skin crawl while also leaving a tingling excitement in her belly. He wanted her, and she was ready to give herself over to him. If hate sex was half as good as some of her smutty romance novels said it was, then she was in for a hell of a time.
“Sit down,” Snape commanded her as he gave a slight nod to the chair across his desk.
Hermione moved to it, aware of Snape’s gaze watching her every action. As she settled into the chair, she made sure that her robes were perfectly positioned to just barely offer a peak at her cleavage without exposing the lingerie she had on underneath.
Snape’s stern and solemn face didn’t shift even as he glanced down at her breasts. “It has come to my attention, Miss Granger, that you have already begun your search for gainful employment after Hogwarts.”
“That’s right,” Hermione confirmed lightly. “I interned with Kingsley Shacklebolt at the Ministry over the summer, and he’s given me a letter of recommendation for wherever I choose to work.”
“He doesn’t want you back himself?” Snape raised a questioning eyebrow at her.
“Actually, he does,” Hermione explained. “But he says that I’ll have plenty of opportunities and offers coming my way before the year is up, so he didn’t want to hold me back if I got an offer I couldn’t refuse. I told him that it’d have to be a really good offer to change my mind, because I really enjoyed my time with him.”
Was that a flicker of jealousy that crossed Snape’s eyes or was it just a trick of the light? Regardless, whatever it was only lasted for a fraction of a second before Snape resettled into his perfectly-neutral mask.
“And what if I were to tell you that I had an offer for you?” Snape asked.
Hermione gasped lightly. It was fake, but she’d gotten quite good at faking expressions like this when she first began tricking the Dursleys, so she hoped that Snape didn’t notice it.
“I’m surprised that you of all people would make me an offer, Professor,” Hermione replied, doing her best to maintain her look of surprise for a moment longer before she settled back down. She wanted Snape to feel like he was in control here.
“Why would that be?” Snape asked, though he doubtless already knew the answer.
Hermione shifted awkwardly in her seat, trying to act like she was coming up with an answer that would explain away their complicated history without going so far as to make Snape angry enough to rescind whatever offer he was going to give her.
“We haven’t always seen eye-to-eye on certain things, sir,” she added quickly at the end. “I just… didn’t think that you’d ever want to work with me.”
“Despite my reservations, I am aware that you are an intelligent witch,” Snape explained. “And when it comes to the instruction of pupils, having an encyclopaedic-like knowledge of the course material would be an asset. But there’s more to it too. I plan on restarting my work in spell and potion development, and I require a lab assistant who won’t make silly little mistakes and can quickly adapt on the fly and provide new insights into my work. I believe that you possess all of those qualities.”
This was the first time in her life that Hermione could remember Snape complementing her so openly. It felt… weird, but in a good sort of way.
Hermione gave Snape a flattered smile. “So, you’d have me working as an assistant in the classroom and in your lab while you work on making potions and spellwork? Like enchantments?”
“New spells and potions,” Snape corrected her. “There are plenty of businesses dedicated to making potions at a scale that I can’t compete with, even if my quality is superior. I will innovate and refine potions as well as new spells across a variety of fields and applications. This work won’t be easy, which is why I need someone competent at my side. Needless to say, if you choose to accept, you would be credited for all of your work on everything I produce. You would have a global influence, rather than the limited offerings a position in the British Ministry could offer you. We’d spend time travelling in search of new potion ingredients, meeting with prospective clients, and finding problems in need of solutions that we can resolve through our craft.”
All of that sounded incredible. Travelling the world and helping people who have nowhere else to turn fit right into what she was passionate about. It would be something new and exciting, and using her talents at both spellwork and potion making would definitely help keep things from getting stale.
But spending time travelling the world would keep her away from Harry. If there was one thing she couldn’t stand, it was being away from him for too long. Maybe they could come to some sort of arrangement where she could visit home every week, but she didn’t think that Snape would be very flexible when it came to their work schedule.
“This is an interesting offer,” Hermione said tentatively.
“Think about it,” Snape told her. “I require an answer before May, so you’ll have plenty of time to review my offer along with any others that come your way. But let me promise you this: if you find someone with a better offer, come back to me, and I’ll beat it.”
He said it with so much confidence that Hermione felt inclined to believe him. She didn’t know exactly what he could do to improve the offer, but Snape was a cunning man.
“However,” Snape suddenly said, interrupting her thoughts. “Before that, there is another matter I would like to discuss.”
“Which is?” Hermione asked.
Snape’s eyes glanced down at her chest again. “If you were to work under me, there is the matter of your duties that must be discussed.”
And there it was!
Slughorn had explained it all to her last year that witches and wizards entering the work force usually had sexual relations with their direct superior—it was a holdover from the old days when sex magic was often used to sign formal apprenticeships. Now, it seemed like Snape wanted to discuss that part of their arrangement.
“Our work will be very demanding on both of us,” Snape continued. “And as such, part of your work will be to relieve me of my burdens.”
“Burdens, sir?” Hermione asked innocently.
Snape rolled his eyes. “Don’t play coy, Miss Granger. We’re both well aware of what I’m discussing; Slughorn has made it clear that you’ve already thanked him for the connections he made for you, and I’m sure that Kingsley had you relieving him as well while you were under him.”
“Or on top of him,” Hermione joked lightly.
“Precisely,” Snape cracked a small smile. “If you wish to work for me, I would first need to sample your skillset. I’ve seen your work both in Potions and Defence Against the Dark Arts, but how are you in bed?”
Hermione’s hands ran along the neckline of her robes. She slowly started pulling them down and open, revealing the thin strap that ran along the top of her breasts. “How would you like me to begin, Professor?” She purred.
Snape’s eyes filled with lust. “Strip, and then get down on your knees.”
Hermione offered him a sultry smile as she got to her feet. She pulled her robes open in one smooth movement and let them fall to the floor around her. Snape’s eyes didn’t seem to be able to stay in place as they roamed her body. She felt powerful making him so enthralled by the sight of her body.
“Well, Professor?” Hermione said slowly. “How do I look?”
She was perfect, as she well knew. The lingerie she wore was among the most daring that she’d ever purchased. The bra—if you could even call it that—was merely several thin straps. One sat just underneath her breasts, helping the naturally-perky orbs to stay in place, while another went over top of her breasts. The straps met at a small silver ring in between her breasts. The straps continued around her back and were held perfectly in place thanks to magic.
But the bra wasn’t even the real star of the show. She had a pair of lacy panties on that were split right down the middle. A soft ruffle of fabric sat on either side of the gap, and her pussy and arsehole were fully exposed. Her pink, wet lips were on full display for him, and Snape looked like he wanted to jump across the desk and ravage her right now.
“Perfection,” Snape murmured as he continued to ogle her body.
Hermione gave him another moment to admire her before she slowly walked around his desk and dropped to her knees in front of him. He widened his legs, allowing her to slip right in between them. She had to go slightly underneath his desk in order to fit, but that only made it so much hotter; she could imagine herself in this exact same position secretly sucking Snape’s cock in the middle of class.
“Just sit back and let me take care of you,” Hermione simpered.
Her hands moved with deft accuracy, quickly unbuttoning his trousers. She widened the gap and reached in to grab Snape’s hard cock. When she pulled it out though, Hermione had to bite back a grimace of disappointment. Snape’s cock wasn’t small by any means, but it was just barely average. She’d hoped that he’d had a nice, thick cock that could really stretch her out and give her a good fuck like she so desperately wanted.
But then again, size wasn’t everything. Maybe he could really impress her with his performance.
Hermione smiled up at Snape before she leaned in and kissed the head of his cock. It jumped in excitement, and then Hermione opened her mouth wide.
“That’s right,” Snape groaned. “Take it like a good girl.”
As always, Hermione did exactly that. Snape’s cock wasn’t anything particularly impressive compared to many of the others she’d taken, especially Harry’s, so she was able to deepthroat him from the get go. Snape was just lounging back as Hermione buried her face in his crotch and gargled around his cock.
“It’s a wonder you’ve managed to become so talented at this when you’ve chosen Potter to be your partner,” Snape sneered, absentmindedly running one of his hands through Hermione’s curly mane. “Is his cock so small that it doesn’t even reach the back of your throat?”
Hermione wanted to shake her head and tell him the truth that Harry’s cock was far larger and thicker than Snape’s, but she just kept silent instead. Snape’s cock could just barely start to slide into her throat before she hit the base of his shaft. She kept her lips sealed around him as she bobbed her head up and down on his lap.
“You’ve got a nice arse,” Snape commented as he glanced down at the thin thong that parted her arse cheeks. “It can be hard to tell under all those robes, but yours looks nice and fuckable. I can’t wait to see it bounce when I have you bent over my desk.”
Now there was a thrilling prospect. Hermione felt her pussy sing at the idea of Snape of all people bending her over and fucking her like a slut. She just needed to get his cock ready first and then they’d be good to go.
Hermione made sure to slobber all over his cock, getting it nice and lubricated with her saliva. She had a feeling he was going to fuck her roughly.
However, something nearly made Hermione frown in confusion barely a minute into giving Snape a blowjob. She felt his cock start to twitch in her mouth. While that was pretty normal, it was the frequency of the twitches that had her surprised. She took him all the way into her throat again and glanced up at him through her eyelashes, and she saw a look of euphoria on Snape’s face.
“Yes, that’s it,” he hissed, closing his eyes. His cock kept throbbing, and that was when Hermione realised that he was close to cumming already.
She didn’t want this to end, not when they’d barely gotten started. She didn’t know if Snape was the type of man who could go multiple times in a row, but she wasn’t willing to leave it up to chance. She slowed the movements of her head, instead just using her tongue to gently tease Snape’s cock, hoping that he’d take the reprieve and use it to focus more on his stamina.
Unfortunately, he had other matters that were clearly at the forefront of his mind instead.
“It’s such a wonder that James Potter managed to get with Lily,” Snape said, sounding a little short of breath. “Maybe it was for his money. I bet he had a tiny cock just like Potter does. How is it that women are so attracted to weak, pathetic men like that, hmm?”
Hermione just shrugged when it became clear that Snape was looking for a reply. She snaked her tongue around the head of his cock, trying to tease out the sensitive spots in case she ever wanted to use them in the future if they fucked again.
Her mistake was evident a moment later when Snape let out a choking sound, trying to mask any sounds of pleasure he was feeling, and gripped her hair even tighter. Hermione saw his thighs tense, so she stopped what she was doing immediately.
Snape sucked in a deep breath as he tried to recover from the overwhelming pleasure he was feeling. “Merlin, you’re good. Do you even bother to fuck Potter anymore when you’ve got so many more competent men in your life? I bet having a real cock for once made you wake up and realise just how much more pleasure can be found once you look past Potter and his ilk.”
Hermione wanted to sigh. Was he really just going to keep going on about Harry like this when it was clear that he wasn’t even adequate himself. His size was nothing to write home about, and his stamina was abysmal. If she wanted to have a chance at getting off herself, she was going to need to move things forward herself.
Hermione released Snape’s cock from her mouth and instead began to stroke it as she climbed onto his lap. The man was still trying to keep his voice hidden away, but he couldn’t stop the stray moan from escaping his lips.
“Do you want me to ride your cock?” Hermione purred, hoping to get things back on track in a more positive direction. She was sick of his belittlement of Harry and James; it was just pathetic.
“Grgh—” Snape groaned, snapping his jaw closed as he tried to stifle his voice again. Hermione pumped his cock again, letting the head brush across her wet lips, and then moved it away again and kept stroking it. Snape’s eyes were shut like he was in pain.
“Professor?” Hermione frowned in confusion. She gave his cock one last stroke before she let go of it and slid back off of his lap.
“No!” Snape suddenly shouted, trying to grab her before she could get away, but it was too late. His face screwed up in pleasure and he groaned as he grabbed his cock and started stroking himself furiously.
Hermione looked on in shock and disappointment as Snape came. He groaned noisily as he spewed his seed all over his robes. Was this really all that he had to offer her?
In no time at all, Snape had finished, and his cock softened in his hand. Hermione felt like a fool standing in front of him in this slutty lingerie. Apparently, hate sex was off of the menu for tonight.
“Come over here and lick my robes clean,” Snape ordered her breathlessly.
Truthfully, Hermione didn’t want to anymore. She’d been fine to play along with him until now, but this was just pathetic. Snape had only managed to handle her sucking his cock for a few minutes and a few strokes to his cock before he came, and he wasn’t even able to go for another round. All this time he’d been talking such a big game and putting down Harry and James, but he was the one who was truly pathetic.
When she made no move to do as he asked, Snape narrowed his eyes on her. “Get over here, girl,” he commanded.
“No,” Hermione replied with a slight shake of her head.
Snape sneered at her. “There’s no need to pout over this. I’ll be ready for another round later tonight. In the meantime, you need to come and clean me up.”
Hermione grabbed her robes off of the floor. “I’ll pass,” she told him as she took out her wand. A quick flick cleaned out her mouth from any sign that Snape had been inside of her. “I’m not interested in being disappointed again.”
“Disappointed?” Snape’s face turned purple. “Look here, you should count yourself lucky that I’m willing to spend any time with you at all. I could fuck you better than Potter ever could.”
Hermione snorted, and that just made Snape madder.
“Your boyfriend is as pathetic as his father was,” Snape raged from his chair as he stuffed his cock back into his trousers. “You’ll never be satisfied while you’re stuck with him—”
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Enough was enough.
From underneath his cloak, Harry fingered his wand and jabbed it forward. Thick ropes shot out and wrapped around Snape, pinning him to his chair. The man yelped in surprise, but his surprise turned to anger when Harry tore off his cloak and revealed himself.
Watching Hermione try to please Snape had been fun at the start, but Harry honestly began to wonder if the man was more turned on by putting down Harry and James rather than the beautiful witch in front of him. It had been sad and pathetic, but he’d been willing to sit through all of it if Hermione had still been interested in shagging him. Then Snape had finished prematurely, and it was clear that the evening was over.
Harry had been getting ready to sneak out with Hermione when he saw Snape starting to rage. Harry would never allow anyone to harm his girlfriend, and so he was putting a stop to this before Snape even had a chance to try anything.
“Release me at once, Potter!” Snape shouted as he tugged at the bonds holding him in place.
Harry just flicked his wand towards Snape, putting a gag around his mouth. The man’s muffled sounds continued to ring out as he protested his treatment, but they were faint enough that Harry and Hermione could easily ignore them.
“I’m still horny, even with him trying to ruin the mood,” Hermione told Harry as she shot Snape a nasty look. Suddenly, her eyes lit up, and she turned back to Harry with a cheeky smile on her lips. “You know, I think that Snape’s in need of a demonstration of how to properly treat a woman.”
Hermione dropped her robes back down onto the floor, and Harry understood instantly what she meant.
He grinned back at her. “It would be my pleasure to assist.”
“Now you’ll see what a real man is like,” Hermione told Snape snarkily as she turned around to face him.
Harry’s cock was already nice and primed from watching Hermione earlier. Seeing her in her lingerie had turned him on more than words could describe, and then the start of her encounter with Snape had gone just as he’d hoped. If only that prat hadn’t gone and ruined it by being so pathetic.
But at least now Harry got to enjoy the spoils that Snape was missing out on.
Harry got right up behind Hermione with his cock in his hand. She was swaying her arse tantalisingly back and forth at him as she bent herself over Snape’s desk. His cock parted her wet lips, and it only took a bit of force before he sank into her tight depths.
“Oh, Harry,” Hermione moaned softly as his cock stretched her out. She lowered her face down onto the cool surface of Snape’s desk and grasped the far edge of it with her hands. Snape’s eyes were locked onto her pleasure-filled face as Harry started to move inside of her.
“You see, Snape,” Harry sneered at the man. “This is how you’re supposed to fuck.”
It felt so good to see Hermione’s perfect arse jiggle in front of him as he fucked her. His hips pistoned forward smoothly with practised ease, and his cock made Hermione’s pussy squelch as he rammed into her over and over again. Snape’s desk rattled, but something kept it stuck in place, which suited Harry just fine; he wanted Snape to see every second of what he missed out on.
Hermione started panting as Harry got into the swing of things. Her breasts were squished right up against the desk and spilt out on either side of her torso. Her pussy was so wet that Harry had no trouble fucking her hard and rough just the way he was sure she’d wanted Snape to fuck her.
“If you’d spent half as much time working on your stamina as you did insulting me and my dad, I bet you wouldn’t have embarrassed yourself by cumming so quickly,” Harry taunted the man. “Not that I can really blame you; Hermione is excellent at pleasuring men.”
Hermione’s pussy clenched up around his cock. She always did like words of affirmation from him, and hearing them in front of Snape must have turned her on quite a bit to get a reaction like that.
“Please, faster,” Hermione moaned as she lifted her head off of the desk and shook out her hair.
Harry reached out and grabbed fistfuls of her hair close to her scalp. He bundled them up nice and yanked her head back so that she could stare right into Snape’s face as he fucked her. Just like she asked, he picked up the speed and started to pound into her faster than before.
“Yes!” Hermione cried out before a satisfied moan left her lips. “So fucking good.”
“You wondered how my dad managed to get with my mom?” Harry asked Snape rhetorically as he continued to fuck Hermione. “Well, maybe the Potter men just have this special little touch that draws women in. Hermione’s quite happy with me, isn’t she?”
Snape’s face was pure red in anger and frustration, but Harry decided not to pay the man any more mind. Hermione was his sole focus now.
Given how worked up she’d gotten all throughout the day, it was no wonder that Hermione was positively ready to burst just a few minutes into Harry fucking her. Her thighs were trembling as Harry pounded her pussy. With each thrust, his balls hit her clit, bringing an especially powerful burst of pleasure. He would have loved to have put up a mirror in front of her face just so that he could see it right now.
“I’m so close, Harry,” Hermione whimpered. Her walls squeezed tightly around his cock again, and she even started to press herself back into each of his thrusts.
Harry grinned down at her. He could feel himself getting closer to the edge too. He focused in on the sight of the ripples of her arse cheeks each time he thrust into her and the sensation of her walls writhing around his cock, letting loose all of his inhibitions in order to catch up to Hermione’s pleasure. He wanted them to cum together.
“More!” Hermione wailed. “Fuck me, Harry! Fuck me until my legs turn to jelly!”
Harry groaned and rammed as hard as he could into her. Hermione shrieked as she came around his cock, her hands clawing at the edge of Snape’s desk. His thrust was so powerful that he actually lifted Hermione off of her feet too.
The moment Hermione’s pussy turned into a vice around Harry’s cock was the moment that he felt his own pleasure boil over into an orgasm. He filled her tight pussy up with his cum, painting her inner walls white.
Both of them came down from their orgasms panting and thoroughly satisfied. They always managed to bring out the best of each other in the bedroom, and this had just been one more example of how they were perfect for each other.
When Harry pulled his cock out of Hermione’s pussy, she immediately dropped to the floor and sucked his cock clean. She lathered it with her tongue, licking up every last drop of their combined fluids until he was spotless.
“Do you think we should leave him like that?” Harry asked Hermione as she started getting dressed in her robes again.
Snape jerked in his chair, trying to break free, and Hermione just shook her head sadly at him. “May as well.”
Harry undid his spells, and Snape jumped to his feet, blustering with anger.
“You insolent brat,” he snapped at Harry before he turned his focus towards Hermione. “You’ll never work for me.”
“I didn’t want to anyways,” Hermione shrugged. “I’ve got better offers on the table, and better men I could spend my time with.”
“There’s no one better than me,” Snape retorted sharply.
Harry and Hermione just looked at each other and chuckled.
Comments
Joe Uchiha
Damn. This was a great chapter. Especially with the reverse cucking situation (which I'd have loved with the Dursleys but this was good as well). Characterisation of Snape was on point. Actually makes me wonder that if Snape did get Lily, he'd be gloating and turned on by the fact that he took Lily from James rather than Lily's beauty lol. I'm guessing the birthday orgy/train will be coming in the next few chapters?
Dawid
Well, this was unexpected. She was bound to get disappointed once in a while. But I would have liked to have someone like Dudley or his cronies to disappoint Hermione. Not Snape. What's the next pairing, if it's decided?
