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"Your wand," Snape said.
She tightened her grip on it. He tssked.
"Shall I use the Imperius? You'll happily hand it over then, along with everything else I might desire."
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22 Jun 2026
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“I never took you for an exhibitionist,” he purred as she began to make short work of her shirt. Severus appreciated her reflection of her hastily undressing before looking directly at her, one eyebrow arching as he questioned her choice in location. “Should you be bringing your lover into your interrogation rooms?”
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- Part 4 of Hot Smut Summer
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19 Jun 2026
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In official practice, Scent Theory was a private clinic whose aim was to soothe afflicted Alphas utilizing a treatment plan of skin-to-skin therapy. Or as Lavender had renamed it, cuddle sessions. Unofficially, Hermione found herself as an accidental matchmaker for feral Alphas and omegas.
Or, the one where Severus Snape is a Stage 4 feral Alpha whose scent sends Hermione Granger into a spontaneous heat.
Written for Potions & Parchment's 2026 Scratch that Niche Fest: Trope Edition. Winner, “Most Tropes” and “Hit the Spot”
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18 Jun 2026
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Severus Snape is not used to women wanting to linger in his bed after sex. But Hermione Granger is not going anywhere.
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18 Jun 2026
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Potions for Prodigiously Prolific Pollination by Anonymous
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
17 Jun 2026
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“Did I not specifically instruct you, Miss Granger,” hisses the six skinny feet of batlike Potions master pinning her against the tiled wall, “to add the powdered bicorn horn after the skin of boomslang?”
It definitely ranks, Hermione thinks, as the strangest conversation she’s had whilst someone wages a feverish war on the buttons of her robes. Barely able to concentrate on his words over the thumping of her heart, racing like a rampaging erumpent in heat. “I didn’t realise the potion would react like-”
Like a rapturous pulsing pink whirlpool, ejaculating a hot geyser of silky-thick potion ceilingward to drench them both, sizzling through the cauldron to lap at their shoes. "Like some sort of aphrodisiac?"
Hermione thinks that Snape's groan-sigh it might be the most erotic sound she’s ever heard, as he pulls back with an effort that looks as though it might be more fatal than the cursed snakebite he improbably survived in the Shrieking Shack a year ago.
“Not just any aphrodisiac, Miss Granger. The most potent and deadly aphrodisiac known to wizardkind.”
Hermione's NEWT potions brewing goes badly wrong. Or right!
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18 Jun 2026