6. Potions Under Duress

Chapter 6: Potions Under Duress

Harry shoved Ginny into an unused classroom somewhere between the Great Hall and the Gryffindor dormitory. He was at the boiling point and couldn’t take it anymore. Ginny had sat across from him at breakfast, teasing him mercilessly the entire time and flashing sultry glances at him. Every time her mouth opened to accept a morsel of food, he could feel her mouth hungrily devouring his cock like she had done only hours before. He never realized how sexy it could be watching someone eat.

Ron had been blathering something in the background about Hermione not being at breakfast, that she was probably in the library again and making the lot of them look bad with all her studying. He had been grumbling all morning, and Harry grunted noncommittally every so often, his attention taken with the redheaded girl sitting across from him. When Ginny’s foot found the growing bulge in Harry’s lap under the table, he groaned involuntarily. Ron suddenly snapped out of his diatribe and looked at Harry suspiciously. Then, realization seemed to slap Ron in the face, and he gaped at his sister and then back at his best friend.

“Shut your mouth, Ron. You’re catching flies,” Ginny scolded.

“What the bloody hell is going on?” Ron bit when he found his voice. “Harry? Ginny?” His voice rose in pitch. “You better not be doing what I think you are,” he growled at his little sister.

“I’m a big girl, Ron. I have big needs.” Harry’s eyes rolled upward, and he couldn’t help but moan again as Ginny’s foot ground upward over his erection. Ron’s face reddened to a deep purple, and he stormed out of the Great Hall.

“Ginny, you better stop,” Harry choked. “I want to be able to walk out of here with some of my dignity intact.” She grinned at him mischievously and reluctantly stopped, only to lick some porridge enticingly off her spoon.

“Bugger this. You’re gonna get it,” Harry growled, and he chased a giggling Ginny out of the hall.

Thus, he found himself pushing her into an unused classroom, unable to make it any farther. He shoved Ginny against the wall and hiked up her skirt. Their breath gasped hot against the other’s cheek, as Harry desperately tried to release the buttons on his jeans.

“Yes, Harry!” Ginny screamed as he penetrated and pushed into her hard.

Ginny slammed into the wall with every thrust, crying out, “Yes, Harry, fuck me... harder, Harry... gods, you’re so big... faster... I need to—oh! Oh, Harry! Please don’t stop!”

He filled her with long strokes, gasping as he tried to hold out a little longer, just a little more, until he felt Ginny’s orgasm hit with sudden force. Her name echoed across the empty room as he climaxed, letting her walls milk the last of his fluid until he was thoroughly spent.

Giggling and nuzzling each other, they emerged from the classroom, only to find Hermione waiting patiently against the opposite wall and grinning at them.

Harry cleared his throat, “Erm... how long have you been there, Hermione?”

“Oh, somewhere around I believe it was, ‘Gods, you’re so big.’” She laughed at their expressions of embarrassment. “Oh, don’t worry. I put a silencing charm on the door so I didn’t hear anymore. You really should think about doing that yourselves, you know,” she chided.

“Since we’re on the subject of silencing charms, Hermione…” Ginny smoothly drew the attention away from herself. “How loud does Professor Snape make you scream?”

Hermione shot a stunned look at her two friends, realizing that she must have neglected to check the far corner of the common room the night before. Smiling wickedly, she responded, “Oh, he does a right good job of it.”

She laughed at Harry’s look of horror and Ginny’s peaked interest. “I’ll tell you more later, Ginny. Obviously, Harry is not too interested in Snape’s sexual prowess.”

“Too right, I’m not,” he replied.

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The following Monday found Hermione waiting patiently for Potions class to begin. Professor Snape strode purposefully into the room, flipping his teaching robes intimidatingly around his tall form. Waving his hand at the board, he spun to greet the class. His eyes bore into hers for a fleeting second before taking in the students as a whole.

“Copy down the instructions I have posted on the board, and get to work. You all should have read the next chapter, so there should be no questions. I expect there will be no mistakes.” Especially on your part, Miss Granger.

Hermione heard that last bit in her mind. Oops! Her eyes widened. Better be more careful about making eye contact next time, she giggled silently.

Indeed, the inner voice drawled.

Hermione began her potion, and everything continued without incident until about halfway through. Something tickled the inside of her knee, but when she reached down to brush it away, there was nothing there. Then, the strangest sensation slowly slid up her inner thigh. Gods, it almost feels like a tongue. She inhaled sharply.

“Everything all right, Hermione?” Harry whispered, looking at his very flushed best friend.

“Oh, it’s more than all right,” she groaned as she tossed in the next ingredient, trying desperately to concentrate on her potion and stay in control. Snape’s silent warning echoed in her mind as the invisible tongue reached the source of her desire.

Harry fixed his gaze on Professor Snape who was sitting behind his desk with his eyes closed, fingers massaging his temples as if working at a headache. A slight quirk of his lips, however, gave him away. Harry was a little too aware of Snape’s abilities in Legilimency to be oblivious to what was going on.

Hermione struggled at his side, her breathing coming slightly faster. Nevertheless, she stirred her potion with one hand and tossed in the next ingredient with the other, trying to be subtle about her discomfort.

Harry’s hands shook a little. He tried to concentrate on his own potion but was failing miserably. Something about all of this would have seemed so wrong only a few days ago, but after a weekend of shagging Ginny senseless at every opportunity, his senses seemed to be heightened. Even though he knew Snape was causing Hermione’s distress, there was something exciting about witnessing her silent struggle.

“Oh... my... gods,” Hermione whispered as the invisible tongue slid in and out of her wet folds while something, which felt suspiciously like a nose, probed her sensitive clit. Her eyes widened in newfound appreciation of that wonderful appendage. The thought elicited an amused chuckle from the intruder at the back of her mind.

Last ingredient. Stir. Reduce to simmer. Then she sat back, shuddering as he brought her over the edge, knuckles whitening on the edge of the table.

“Wow, Hermione,” whispered Harry in her ear. Watching his best friend finish her potion under duress was impressive. It truly was an accomplishment that rivaled catching the snitch.

“All of you should be finishing up about now,” a voice boomed from across the room. “Please bottle the results, label them with your name, and bring them up to my desk.”

Hermione straightened her clothing slightly and got to work bottling her potion. Next to her, Harry did the same, noticing his results did not match hers in the slightest.

Harry cleared his throat. “Hermione?” his voice cracked. “Would you mind taking up my vial? I, erm, don’t think I can stand up right now.”

“No problem, Harry.” Hermione patted his hand as her eyes fell to the large bulge in his lap. “I guess Ginny wasn’t lying.” She giggled as Harry pulled his robes down to hide himself.

She walked to the front of the room, laying Harry’s vial on the desk but handing her own to Professor Snape in triumph. Got to do better than that, sir, she thought as she met his gaze.

Something flickered in Professor Snape’s eye for a second, and she heard him mutter so no one else could hear, “Fifteen points to Gryffindor, Miss Granger.”

~fin