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Seventh Year Itch

Chapter 1

His stoic professor persona was obviously on some sort of hiatus, but, for some reason, he couldn't compel himself to care. The only thing on his mind was one specific woman, and the voice in his mind told him that he would die if he didn't immediately bury himself deep inside of her.

The young witch was not expecting her professor's hand to slide inside of her knickers, but she had been itching for release for months. She dared not shy away from an opportunity to gain satisfaction by means of the one man she admired above all others.

She took his wrist in a tight grip and pushed his fingers deeper into her wetness. An ecstatic moan filled the classroom, which drove the last shred of reason from the intoxicated man's mind.

He lifted her onto his desk, as she used her Mary Jane shoes to lock her legs into place around his waist. The dainty fingers working to undo his trousers prompted the professor to raise his student's pleated skirt and rip away the exposed silk underwear.

He couldn't stand her teasing thumb, which was busy circling the tip of his cock. He roughly snatched her hand away and thrust into her with passionate abandon. A woman had never felt so amazing. His mind, body, and soul were begging him to continue until he reached that exquisite completion.

It was not lovemaking. They were shagging with wild ferocity, as their bodies moved at a frantic pace.

Her fists were full of his black hair, and his mouth sucked thirstily on her neck.

His moans were soon rivaling hers, as his trusts became faster and more erratic.

Her body shuddered, and she came undone beneath him.

He desperately needed to cum. Her orgasm drove him crazy, and his mind had been telling him that he needed release since the moment she entered the room.

Grabbing her hips, he flipped her over.

She dug her nails deep into the antique wood desk, as she reveled in the glorious pleasure and pain of her professor's swollen cock pounding into her.

As his hot cum flowed into her tight body, he suddenly felt release from the irrational compulsion to ravish the young witch sprawled beneath him.

Severus Snape recovered his stoic professor persona. He smoothed down his student's skirt and silently thanked the gods that she was facing away from him. He gave her hand a gentle squeeze, as if that action would make everything better, and exited the classroom. Complete panic and horror consumed his thoughts.

Hermione Granger rolled over on the desk, and enjoyed a moment of post-coital relief before rising. Eventually, she put on her robes and packed her satchel. The Gryffindor know-it-all exited the classroom. Complete fulfillment and contentment consumed her thoughts.