Petrificus Totalus

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Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: F/M
Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Relationship: Hermione Granger/Severus Snape
Character: Hermione Granger, Severus Snape
Additional Tags: Detention, Professors, Professor Severus Snape, Professor Snape -
Freeform, Miss Granger - Freeform, Professor-Student Relationship,
Teacher-Student Relationship, Teacher/Student, Light Bondage,
Magical Bondage, Oral Sex, Cunnilingus, Rough Sex, Desk Sex, Sex in
a Classroom, Petrificus Totalus, Petrificus Totalus | Full Body-Bind
Curse (Harry Potter), Roleplay, Sexual Roleplay, Consensual Sex,
Controlling Snape, PWP, Hermione's Haven Bingo 2021, Plot What
Plot/Porn Without Plot
Collections: Hermione's Haven Bingo 2021
Stats: Published: 2021-11-25 Words: 2321

Petrificus Totalus
by thebeebeegun

Summary

Pairing: Hermione Granger/Severus Snape

Rated: E FOR EXPLICIT ;)

Length: One-shot for the 2021 Bingo Challenge hosted by Hermione’s Haven FB Group

Prompt requirements: Petrificus Totalus

Summary: Hermione isn’t sure why Professor Snape got so angry that he assigned her
detention, but she’s about to find out.

Notes

Disclaimer: Nothing you recognize belongs to me.

Also, there’s NO underage sex involved and this is 100% consensual. That’ll be very clear
by the end, but I wanted it at the beginning just in case. This story happens post-war and
Snape (obviously) survived Nagini’s bite in this one-shot verse. And yes, I know I’m
bending the rules of magic and etymology here, but what good is fanfiction if you can’t? ;)

As always, thank you to my amazing beta: Snowblind12 (Anne, you're the OG hype queen
 and I love you!!)

See the end of the work for more notes

The fear she hadn’t felt at his entrance finally bloomed when he rushed toward her and loomed
over her petite form. She had to crane her neck to look up at him, hoping he wouldn’t see the
tendrils of anxiety mixed with a twinge of desire behind her irises. “Do you find something
amusing, Miss Granger?” Professor Snape had growled at her, grabbing her right wrist and yanking
her closer to him. “No, sir!” Hermione had pleaded, knowing her attempts at hiding her emotions
were failing.

Professor Snape had whipped out a chair from the student desk closest to them and had
carelessly shoved her into it. She had let out a panicked squeak before clenching her jaw shut. The
shock of those first moments had overwhelmed her and she didn’t know what to do anymore. The
tip of her professor’s wand tickling a trail up her right arm and then down her left brought her back
to the present moment. She heard him muttering the Petrificus Totalus charm while directing his
wand along her arms. Instead of freezing her whole body, like she’d witnessed the spell do in the
past, his focused casting allowed him to control which specific body parts were frozen.

“Do you know why I gave you detention tonight, Miss Granger?” he asked, not removing his
eyes from where her arms were now secured to the sides of the wooden chair beneath her.

“No, sir,” Hermione answered, her nervous energy rising by the minute.

“Ever since your early days as a student, you could never resist throwing your hand up anytime I
asked a question. Do you know why that’s a problem, Miss Granger?” he said, resuming his
teacherly voice while remaining knelt by her side.

“Erm, it’s annoying?” she guessed, assuming he was trying to insult her on top of doling out a
punishment.

“I won’t deny that, but that’s not the correct answer. No, incessant hand-waving in my class
prevents any other students from attempting to answer. If they know you’ll always do it for them,
why bother? Thereby increasing the amount of dunderheads who never learn the material for
themselves. Do you see how that might create an issue for me now?” he questioned, the spark of
anger from before returning to his voice suddenly.

“Yes, sir. I’m sorry, professor. It won’t happen again!” Hermione exclaimed, hoping her words
were what he wanted to hear.

“I simply can’t have you controlling my classroom, you see. So I’ve decided to teach you a
lesson about keeping your hands by your side. Think you can follow along?” he instructed, a
darker tone entering his voice that made Hermione feel something she was certain she’d never
experienced before.

The velvet sin of his voice climbed lazily down her spine, taking its time trapping her under its
unique form of sorcery. “I assure you, these are not my typical teaching methods, but I find myself
reminded daily that you are not my typical student, Miss Granger.”

Hermione’s breath hitched in her throat, not a word of response was coming to her mind. Even
though her arms were petrified to her sides, she jolted slightly at the wicked detection of his
fingertips gliding up her left arm. The rational side of her brain was dwindling quickly and she
found herself unwilling to protest this treatment. In return, she found both the core between her legs
moistening and her magical core deep within her soul heating up. At that moment, Hermione was
confident that this foreign feeling was new territory for her.

The uptick of the corner of Professor Snape’s lips caused her own to part slightly, revealing
further the obvious nature of her reaction to him. “You may stop me at any time, Miss Granger, but
I can assure you that this will be a lesson you will never forget.”

Hermione knew she could cast a few wandless hexes if she really needed to at any point, but she
found herself completely open to the evening’s possibilities. It may seem sick or twisted to crush
on one’s professor, but the only reason she’d ever raised her hand so much in the first place was to
receive approval. Other teachers showered her with praise, but this was the one professor who had
never provided her with the validation she needed. She craved his esteem more than any other
professor’s. She nodded her assent, curious to learn how he planned to deliver her punishment if he
just revealed that his plan was to teach her something new.

“Good.” he responded simply, the dark of his eyes looking almost black in the dim light of the
classroom.

Professor Snape wasted no more time after that. He had never lifted from his kneeling position
and now he shuffled closer to her, using his own hands to spread her knees apart before him.
Hermione’s breathing became heavier and she could feel her pulse radiate through her pussy. Any
shameful thread left in her body snapped completely when his calloused fingers squeezed the
inside of her thick thighs before he dragged his trimmed nails ever closer to her womanhood.

She had to be dreaming. There was no conceivable way this could actually be happening.
Professor Snape’s between her thighs, looking up at her intently, was something straight out of a
Playwitch magazine. Thank Circe she got to be the centerfold for this issue. The potion master
turned defense professor must have heard her thoughts because the pinch close to her right hip
served as proof she was most definitely awake. Both of his hands scooped under her bum before
pulling her lower half closer to the edge of the chair.

“I can already smell you from here, Miss Granger. Who knew you’d be so pliant under such…
tutelage?” he grumbled, allowing the deeper resonance of his voice to affect as it had previously.
“Now, tell me what you predict will happen next?” he inquired.

A red-hot blush traveled from her cheeks down across her neck before disappearing beneath the
pearlescent buttons of her white uniform shirt. The flush of her skin had to be rivaling the
Gryffindor tie lying loose over her chest. The change in from Professor Snape’s usually laconic
disposition to the sultry power of seduction was more than she knew how to handle. Words were
stuck in her throat, she couldn’t imagine uttering what her real answer to his question was.
 “Hermione Granger, Golden Girl, rendered speechless? Have I finally done the impossible?
Nevertheless, I believe I asked you a question…” he trailed off, allowing her mounting humiliation
to grow under his expectation for an answer.

The silence stretched on before he cleared his throat to speak again, “Would you like me to stop,
Miss Granger? We seem to have hit an obstacle you--”

“No! Don’t stop, whatever you’re about to do, don’t stop. I’m just… I’m nervous. I predict that
you will… will take my knickers off next and show me what an effective tongue-lashing will teach
me?” Hermione cut him off with her own rambling, ending with an unsuccessful attempt to shrug
her shoulders.

“You certainly have a way with words, don’t you, Miss Granger?” he practically purred,
confirming her prediction with another squeeze of her backside.

She had barely composed herself before Professor Snape’s fingers were curling into the elastic
band of her panties and tugging them down her legs. He let them fall to her ankles, but left them
there to loosely keep her legs in place. Her knees fell open again of their own accord when his
palms tracked a new path of her milky thighs before his thumbs gingerly stroked up and then back
down each side of her sensitive opening.

“Already so wet for me, Miss Granger? If this wasn’t a detention, I’d dare say you were
enjoying this.” Professor Snape quirked one raised eyebrow up at her before regaining his focus.

She trembled beneath him, very aware that her arms were still frozen solid, but she found the
sensation was grounded in excitement rather than fear. Professor Snape lowered his face to join his
fingers below her skirt. When his thumb began circling her swollen bud, his tongue explored the
taste of the juices that had collected at her entrance. Hermione’s head fell back when his tongue
dipped in before he began to hungrily fuck her with it. The noises emitting from her body were
salacious, but she was completely at his mercy and didn’t think she would ever want to tell him to
stop at this point. He replaced his thumb with his tongue and began methodically working the
sensuous muscle over her nub. He opened his mouth to place his lips around her clit and the
moment he began sucking, she was free-falling into the abyss of pleasure and damnation.

It took Hermione a moment to lift her head back up and once she did the blood redistributing in
her head made her dizzy. She’d just come on her professor’s tongue. He’d played her like a well-
practiced instrument and left her singing her own tune. The whispered Finite Incantatem sounded
louder in between their gasping breaths. She didn’t hesitate to reach up her arms and tangle them in
Professor Snape’s hair before crashing their lips together. He snarled and whipped back away from
her, despite her hold on his hair, “You clearly haven’t learned your lesson, Miss Granger.”

She shrieked when he yanked her up from the chair only to bend her over the desk in front of
them. She was acutely aware of the fact that her cotton undies were still around her ankles and that
the effect of her earlier orgasm was now dripping down her thighs. Professor Snape tucked her
uniform skirt up into its waistband and then landed a resounding slap against each round cheek.
The violence should scare her, but instead it only served to turn her on more.

“This is your last chance to redeem yourself, Miss Granger. I will not stand for failure this time,”
Professor Snape ordered.

“Yes, sir!” Hermione shouted back.

“Now, grab hold on the other side of the desk and do not let go.” He waited for her to follow his
directions before he pulled out his wand once more and placed a new localized Petrificus Totalus
at her hands and wrists.

He leaned his front against her back and spoke softly into her ear this time, “You may still say
no and I will stop now, but if you don’t there will be no turning back. Make your decision now.”

She whimpered as she felt his hard prick press into her through his trousers. He could have her
however he wanted and she would still say yes. “Please don’t stop, professor. I’ve been a very bad
girl. Nobody can help me but you.” She hoped her voice sounded seductive instead of desperate.

“Very well,” he accepted, backing away to remove his outer robes and undo the placket of his
pants.

When he rejoined her in their previous position, she now felt the heat of his bare rod against her
nether region. Her heartbeat rose as he spread her legs as far apart as her cotton ankle trappings
would allow. He then gripped a handful of hair and pulled so that her back was arched beautifully
before him. The needy whine that left her lips at his ferocity stoked the power within him and he
spread the ample globes of her arse before charging home in one stroke.

Hermione’s whine turned to a groan when he filled her immediately, reveling in the lewd feeling
of his balls slapping into her already abused clit. She had hardly begun to catch her breath again
before Professor Snape’s fingers dug into her hips and set a brutal pace of pounding her pussy. She
could feel the sensation inside her building once more, climbing higher and higher to a new peak
 she hadn’t reached before. She begged for him to keep going in a string of incomprehensible
blabbering.

She could feel the switch inside her about to flip when Professor Snape snuck his hand around to
her front and caressed her delicate bliss button. She came unglued around his throbbing cock and
basked in the satisfaction of her own orgasm along with the haphazard rhythm that signaled he was
nearing his own. He’d been grunting sporadically through their coupling, but the animalistic roar
that echoed off the stone walls had her cunt squeezing tighter around him. The force of his climax
coated her walls with his essence and she prided herself on a job well done.

He hastily released the spell on her arms again and then carefully slipped his softening penis
from her channel. Their combined discharge began leaking out before Professor Snape directed a
Scourgify to clean her up. He helped her stand back up on her shaky legs and helped her up back
over to the chair she’d been in before. This time he took a seat first and gathered her into his lap.
As her head fell to rest against his shoulder, he gently wrapped his arms around her.

“So, did I learn my lesson, Professor Snape?” Hermione asked coyly.

“You were utter perfection, Professor Granger.” He commended, placing emphasis on her proper
title.

She let out a soft snicker before declaring, “We will most definitely be doing that again! Can I play
Professor next time?”

THE END

End Notes

Author’s Note: Timeline for this fic - Several years after the war, Hermione has taken over
Professor McGonagall’s position as Transfiguration Professor, and Snape (clearly) rejoined
the staff as the DADA Professor. I love detention trope Snamione fics and I wanted to play
my hand at one with a twist. However, I have been trying to write this story since the
beginning of October. I’ve started and restarted writing it several times now. Snape is just
very stubborn for me, it seems. Also, I didn’t want to tag this story as con non-con or even
dubcon because it doesn’t have that feel to me, it's more just roleplay (which has been
accurately tagged). Overall I’m still not sure if this story turned out exactly how I pictured,
but the deadline for this Bingo Challenge is November 30th, so it’ll have to do. I hope you
guys love it and I’m just being hard on myself. Either way, if you made it this far, thanks
for joining me on this ride. :P
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