Hermione’s Mistake

Hermione’s mistake
Summary: Snape gets annoyed by Hermione’s persistent attempt to answer the questions he asked
harry. So he decides to teach her a lesson and gives her a detention.

Hermione was very excited for the potions lesson. She always had a great interest in chemistry and
from whatever she had read in her books, potions just sounded like chemistry. She had learnt all
words of ‘Magical Drafts and Potions’ by heart and crammed all the plants and herbs of One
Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore. She went through her classes and eagerly
waited for Potions class in the afternoon.
“So, Potter! What do I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?”
Potions’ Professor Snape asked Harry Potter who seemed to be clueless.
Hermione excitedly raised her hands though she was the only one to do so. Snape raised his
eyebrows at her but she wasn’t deterred. He addressed Harry again “Where would I look if I need to
find a bezoar?”
This time Snape scowled very darkly at her raised hand. It really scared her… the way his cold eyes
seemed. He asked Harry again, “What’s the difference, Potter, between monkshood and wolfsbane?”
Harry answered, “I don’t know sir, but I think Hermione does. Why don’t you ask her?”
There, she thought, that’s my chance and started speaking very fast, “They are both the same plants
which……”
“Shut up, Granger. You have earned a detention for speaking out of turn. And five points for your
cheek Potter.”
Hermione was in tears after class. Professor Snape had told her to report to his office at 8 O’clock
sharp in the evening.


Snape was in foul mood. The nerve of her, the mudblood bitch, speaking out of turn in his class. He
didn’t tolerate mudbloods at all. It was nearly time for her detention. Just then someone knocked at
the door. It was her, in school robes still.
“Good evening, Professor.”
“You will find Granger, that this evening, will be far from good for you” said Snape.

Hermione entered the room after this ominous pronouncement. She looked around the room and
shuddered. While she’d thought she’d like potions, the dead animals in the jars kept around the
room made her nauseous. Snape beckoned her to follow him. Good, she thought, she didn’t fancy
peeling the skin out of some toads as part of her detention. She followed him into a room that
contained a long table, a wooden horse-like structure, a metal chair which had a sieved bottom and
even a few ropes, parchment and quills. She didn’t understand the purpose of all these things.

“Sit down, Granger”, said Snape. “You will be writing these lines a thousand times: ‘A mudblood
bitch like me shouldn’t interrupt my betters’.”

Hermione gasped, he’d called her bitch. She opened her mouth to protest but Snape barked,
“Silence. You have half an hour to complete the task. If you fail to do so, or utter a single word in
protest, your punishment will be a lot more unpleasant.” He had such a terrible look in his eyes that
Hermione didn’t dare say anything. She picked up the quill and parchment in fear.

As Snape went out the door she contemplated him abusing her but thought this must be the way
bad students must be punished in Hogwarts. They don’t have any tolerance for impertinence and for
her own rudeness she’ll take any punishment handed out to her and prove her maturity.

She started writing, but it was a fairly difficult goal, writing two thousand lines in half an hour. Finally
when Snape entered she had only succeeded in writing only about 410 lines. On seeing her, Snape
grinned ferally.

“So a bitch like you decided to take her punishment casually. I see you haven’t completed requisite
two thousand lines.”

“I tried Professor! I really did, but….”

“Silence. We will be moving on to more physical means of punishment now.”


She nodded ashamedly. Even her parents hadn’t resorted to physical punishment yet. She’d heard of
children receiving birching on their palms and she knew that it really hurt.
“Go to that cupboard in the corner. You will find some canes and belts in there; fetch them for me.”
Hermione obeyed and retrieved the said items. She was very scared now, “Please Professor, I’m
really sorry…”
“Shut up. Stand here with your back to me and touch your toes.”

She did, all the while wondering what was going to happen to her. She then felt him lifting the back
of her robes slowly. She gasped. He was going to cane her bottom, it made her rue the time she had
raised her hand in class even though she shouldn’t have.
Snape lightly caressed the girl’s bottom through her underwear which had a cute kitten printed right
above her crack. Oh, how he loved being a sadist. Headmaster Dumbledore had allowed him these
little pleasures so as to give him a way to vent his darker tendencies.
Hermione felt him touching her bum and knew that he was about to spank her. She waited for it but
he kept caressing her bottom as if it were the loveliest thing in the world. And then, unexpectedly
she felt that her bottom was on fire. She screamed for all she was worth. Then put her hands on her
bottom protectively.

Snape smiled as he heard the girl’s shrill scream and saw her cover her ass with her hands.
“Miss Granger” he barked, “if you don’t have the nerve to take your punishment like a lady then
perhaps you shouldn’t commit mistakes. Remove your hands from your bottom at once or it’s a cane
next time.” Whimpering, the girl removed her hands and presented him with her panty-covered
bottom once again. Then he tied her hands to her toes and pinned her by placing his legs on either
side of her waist. With a sigh of satisfaction he started raining slaps after slaps on the crying girl’s
soft bottoms.

Hermione thought he was going to flay her bum the way he kept spanking her.