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Hermione's office was in utter disarray. Her notes were strung up on walls, her desk was covered with potion ingredients, she had even taken her heels off so she could focus better. Nott came in, looked around and immediately turned around, claiming he was suddenly feeling ill and needed a sick day.
She hadn't exactly been lying to Snape when she said she'd come close to a long term solution. Only that hadn't panned out so now she was scrambling.
Of course, there wasn't a necessity to find any solution however it was the only project she was allowed to work on currently (blah blah Hermione you can't use Ministry money to preform necromancy! Hogwash) and she desperately needed the distraction.
Then there was the potions recipe pinned to the center of her wall, surrounded by bloody string and garish thumbtacks. It could work. Maybe.
Hermione spent the day modifying the ingredients and brewing the potion until it glowed an iridescent violet.
Hermione sighed. The potion needed to be blue-green in colour. From her readings, she guessed the immediate mixing of their bodily fluids in an airtight space would serve as the last ingredient. But how to get such a thing?
They couldn't drop their blood or saliva into a vial, they'd be exposed to air. She pondered the question as she began the arduous process of cleaning up. It wouldn't do to hear Nott complain about her mess tomorrow.
Then, it struck her.
Finished cleaning, Hermione left the Department of Mysteries and made her way to Spinner's End. She had never visited on a Wednesday and had never done this particular act before.
Wiping the sweat on her hands off on her green pencil skirt, Hermione knocked. It would be impolite to let herself in when she wasn't expected.
Snape opened the door. He stood tall and imposing in front of her, arms crossed in front of his thin chest, greasy hair falling in his face.
"I need an ingredient for the potion I'm brewing for you," she said in lieu of hello.
"And you couldn't order it?"
"It's specific to you, sir."
"I don't have all day, Miss Granger, what do you need."
Hermione became acutely aware of the fact that they were still standing on his doorstep. "Something I need to extract from you."
She pushed her way inside and made herself as comfortable as she could on his couch. Which was not very. He needed a new couch.
"What is the ingredient, Miss Granger?" Snape asked, still standing by the now closed door.
"Cum. I need your cum."
Hermione's face was bright red. It shouldn't have been, considering how many times she had cleaned his cum from between her thighs but talking about it was decidedly different.
"I assume you brought a vial?" He talked to her like she was still one of the stupid children in his classes.
"Well yes but--"
"Excellent." He held out his hand. "This could've been a letter."
She nearly burst into laughter at the thought of Snape sending his cum to the Ministry. But the thought of what she had to do next stilled her.
"Actually, I need to extract it with my mouth. It has to mix with one of my bodily fluids before it comes in contact with air."
Professor Snape raised a singular, perfect eyebrow then, sat on the couch with his legs spread. Hermione gulped.
She could admit she was nervous, she was not nearly as skilled at this as she was at their other activities.
Taking in a deep breath, Hermione steadied herself then slid onto her knees between his legs. She undid the button and zip on his pants to see his cock half hard in his boxers.
She looked up and he was leering down at her, eyes blown wide. Confidence growing with every second she spent basking in his gaze, Hermione reached in and freed his cock.
It was long and thick with a slight curve to it. Hermione licked the swollen head once, earning a soft groan from the man above her.
She wrapped her lips around it, sucked softly, ran her tongue along the slit and tasted the salty precum gathering there.
Slowly, she sunk down, letting more and more of his cock invade her mouth, using her hand to grasp what didn't fit. Her lips were rolled over her teeth, she breathed through her nose. Every one of her senses was focused on Snape. It was heady and the telltale tingle between her thighs began making an appearance.
His cock hit the back of her throat and Hermione gagged. Snape groaned again, wrapped a fist in her hair and pulled her up so her mouth was just suckling on his tip.
Then he slammed his hips up into her.
She choked and sputtered but didn't try to pull away; she needed his come to fix the mess she had gotten them in. He fucked her face with vigour, hammering up into her.
Hermione was doing all she could to suppress her gag reflex. She hummed around him, squeezed her thumb like Lavender had taught her in their dorm so long ago. Still, the lack of air was making her vision spotty and she couldn't quite stop her hand from drifting down between her thighs.
"You're getting turned on by this?" Snape asked, incredulous. He pulled her off and Hermione gasped for air, drool spilling out of her mouth and onto her white blouse.
Hermione moaned and rubbed under her skirt faster. She licked a long stripe up from his balls to the tip of his cock before going back to his balls.
They were covered in wiry pubes. Hermione sucked one in her mouth, rolling it around, laving it with her tongue.
Snape gasped above her and grabbed her hair to bring her up for a sloppy kiss. It was messy beyond belief, more spit and tongue than anything but Hermione couldn't help herself, she grinded down onto his thigh.
"So needy," Snape whispered, ghosting his lips down on her neck.
Then they were on the floor and Hermione was staring at his cock again with her pussy poised right above Snape's face. He flipped up her skirt and ran a finger through her dripping slit. Her whole body shuddered with the pleasure that wracked through her.
"Please sir, oh my god."
"Don't you have better things to do with your mouth?"
Hermione whimpered and got back to work. She sucked and slurped and licked, all while there was a literal devil behind her teasing her to the brink of insanity.
His arm gripped her hips, keeping her from rocking into his tongue which skillfully licked around her hole. His deft fingers worked havoc over her clit and soon she was a moaning, drooling mess.
She sucked it down to the base, nose pressed to his balls and swallowed around him. Snape sped up his ministrations and soon they were both spiralling over the edge. Everything in Hermione came undone, she was nothing and everything, she was a supernova.
Then she was back in her body, trying not to swallow as his salty cum spurted into her mouth. Hermione held it, mixed it with her saliva before finding a vial and spitting the mixture inside.
She was a mess. Her skirt was hitched around her hips, her shirt was practically see-through with her drool, her legs were still shaky. Snape didn't look much better, he lay on the floor, cock half hard and hanging out of his boxers.
He arched a brow when he caught her looking. "Miss Granger, surely you could've thought of a better way to collect the sample?"
Immediately, a dozen more practical magical solutions flooded her mind. She didn't let his words get to her this time. Fixing her clothes, Hermione turned and left, hand on the doorknob she replied, "None as fun."