Disclaimer:
I do not own these characters because they belong to the great JK Rowling. I
am, however, having fun with them. Not money is being made.
This is my first
fanfiction and it is PWP, just in time for the holidays. It's a short story to
get my feet wet. I do hope you enjoy it. The pick up lines are from
My beta reader is
Snapesbbwlover, who has been very patient with me, therefore I am dedicating
this story to her. Merry Christmas beautiful! I hope you enjoy your present!
Besos,
Dulce
Just How Special is
Santa Claus?
Hermione Granger was
the newest staff member at Hogwarts. She had returned as the professor of
transfigurations since Minerva McGonagall was preparing to take the roll of
Headmistress the following year. Albus decided he needed to spend more time
with the Ministry to help repair the damage that was caused by Cornelius Fudge
and his crony, Delores Umbridge during the last few years.
It was the first
Christmas since the fall of Voldemort. Hermione was busy helping Sirius Black,
the professor of charms, decorate the Great Hall for the Holidays. To make a
long story short, Sirius didn't die behind the Veil of Evil, he only passed out
for a year. A potion, that Albus forced Snape to brew, revived him, so here he
was, helping Hermione decorate the Great Hall. (If you don't buy it, then
consider this story AU *wink*)
Remus Lupin, the
Defense Against the Dark Arts professor came to help. Remus and Sirius had been
flirting with Hermione for most of the school year. Poor Hermione thought it
was just innocent flirting, not realizing each was lusting after her. The other
professors were also in the Great Hall, helping out here and there. The
atmosphere of Hogwarts had not been this joyous since Voldemort died the first
time.
"Hermione, I don't
think you understand just how insanely crazy you make us," said Remus, "I know
we have been flirting mercilessly for the past few months, but the truth is
Hermione, we want you."
"What? Together?"
she teased.
"We will take you
together or separate, but we both desire you in ways that would make you blush
worse than you're blushing right now," said Sirius.
Hermione was
speechless. She always had somewhat of an attraction to these two, but never
more than that. After all, Sirius was Harry's godfather and Remus had been a
sort of protector over the years.
Not sure what to
say, she asked, "You mean all those corny pick up lines were real?"
"What do you mean
corny?!" snapped Black. "Some of those were my best lines."
Hermione turned to
face him. In a mock voice she said, "Hi, my name's Sirius. Remember it because
you'll be screaming it later tonight!"
Remus started
laughing. "Tell me you did not use that one on her Sirius!"
"Hey," snapped
Sirius, "That line has gotten me plenty of great sex. How about you Remus? I
heard that line you used on her last week."
"Which one was
that?"
"If I could rewrite
the alphabet, I would put U and I together."
Hermione had a fit
of giggles. "I didn't know you were serious. I thought you were seriously
looking at the benefits of reordering the alphabet by placing the vowels
together." Sirius started laughing too.
"Shut up Sirius. It
was not any worse than your line, 'I'd like to wrap your legs around my head
and wear you like a feed bag.'"
"Oh gods Sirius, I
forgot about that one. That was bad," she said through tears, laughing even
harder. "But I think the worst one I ever heard was 'How about you sit on my
lap and we'll see what pops up.'"
Sirius looked at
her, puzzled. "I didn't use that one on you did I?"
"Yes, you dolt!"
Remus was now doubled over in a fit of laughter.
"Attention!" called
Albus. Everyone turned to greet the Headmaster. He had been so busy with the
Ministry that they rarely saw him any more. "I wish to thank each and everyone
of you for helping out with the festivities this year." Everyone applauded. "I
am so pleased that were are able to continue one more holiday tradition that
has not occurred in over twenty years." The professors looked at each other,
confused to what he was referring about, but the Headmistress smiled a knowing
smile.
"For as many years
as I can remember, Headmistress McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, and myself
would each take on the roll of Santa Claus, Mrs. Claus, and an elf. We would
deliver presents to the Muggle orphanages. With a little magic, we were able to
personalize each present! This year, the tradition will continue with the help
of Professor Granger, Professor Black, and Professor Lupin!"
The professors
cheered except for Sirius, and Lupin. They were a little shocked about the
announcement. Minerva smiled sweetly at the two and spoke through gritted
teeth, "If you read your contract, you would have seen it in there."
Hermione giggled,
"You mean you didn't read your teaching contracts?"
"I read it!" snapped
Sirius, "Well, just the part that said how much I get paid."
Hermione looked at
Remus, "I just made sure I couldn't get fired for being a werewolf."
"So you two had no
idea you were going to be playing Santa Claus and an elf?"
They looked at each
other and back at her, both speaking at the same time.
"I'm playing Santa
Claus!"
"NO! You're playing
the elf!"
"Like hell I am!"
The professors were all laughing at this scene.
"Well you two had
better decide because Mrs. Claus will be wearing something special under her
dress for Santa." She winked at the two before going back to the decorating.
Severus had been
listening to the whole conversation from the shadows. He detested Christmas,
but the thought of seeing what Mrs. Claus was going to be wearing for Santa
gave him an idea. Severus had been named Deputy Headmaster, giving him more
privileges, including having access to teaching contracts. With a glint in his
eye, he slid back in the shadows and left the Great Hall.
Sirius and Remus
continued their debate over who was going to play Santa when Minerva came over.
"Will you two stop!" she snapped. "We are supposed to be getting along. After
all, it's Christmas." They glared at her and then glanced over at Hermione.
Hermione had just
turned around to give them a wink and blow them a kiss. The argument started
all over again.
"I give up," said
Minerva, walking away from them.
~*~*~*~*~
It was Christmas Eve
and Hermione was dressed in her enchanted Mrs. Claus outfit. The wonderful
thing about magic costumes was that when a person put them on, they completely
transfigured into the person. It was very similar to Polyjuice potion, but
didn't taste as bad.
Hermione kept
looking in the mirror. She couldn't believe how perfect she looked as Mrs.
Claus. She was even chunky and wrinkled with a grandma's voice. Hearing a lot
of arguing, she turned to see two elves walking toward her.
"I can't believe
that old man made me dress like this! How am I supposed to pick up women when
I'm only three feet tall?!" yelled Sirius. He wore a green elf costume,
complete with pointed ears and a long, pointed nose. Remus was identical, but
wearing red.
"I don't care about
picking up women, I was just hoping to get Hermione's attention," he snapped.
"Believe me," giggle
Hermione, "You both have my attention."
"Oh shut up
Hermione," hissed Sirius, but she couldn't stop laughing. It was clear neither
one had ever worn tights, so they were busy 'adjusting' themselves while
talking to her.
She finally calmed
down enough to ask, "I thought one of you was going to be Santa?"
"Albus fucked up the
contracts. He listed both of us as elves, so he gets to play Santa," sneered
Sirius.
Hermione knelt down
between them and placed a hand on each of their arses. "Mmmm, too bad boys, I
am wearing something special tonight too. Maybe if you impress me more than
Santa does, I just might take home an elf instead." She gave them each a
squeeze and stood up.
"Fuck!" hissed
Sirius.
"What's wrong?"
snapped Remus.
"Do you know how
uncomfortable it is to have a hard on while wearing tights?"
Remus wiggled his
hips a little while squirming. "Yes I do."
"Ho! Ho! Ho!" cried
Santa. The three turned to see the picture perfect Santa coming down the hall,
carrying a bag full of toys. He stopped in front of the three and put the bag
down.
"Sir, you look
wonderful!" cried Hermione.
"Thank you Mrs.
Claus and I must say, you do look the fine yourself," said Santa, smacking her
on the arse.
"Ooh!" squeaked
Hermione, not knowing how to react to Albus action.
"Looks like Santa's
a little frisky tonight," whispered Remus.
Sirius nodded, "I
think we have a little competition tonight."
"Shall we get
started?" asked Santa, grabbing his bag of toys. As he swung it over his back,
he managed to smack his elves, knocking them both to the ground.
"Come on you two
numb nuts. Santa needs some assistance," he snapped while escorting Mrs. Claus
out the door.
"Sir?" asked a
puzzled Hermione. She had never heard the Headmaster talk like that.
"Sorry Mrs. Claus. I
have just about had enough of those two. They spent the last four hours arguing
about not wanting to be elves. I kept telling them it was for the children, but
they kept saying it was more important than the children."
She turned and
glared at them. She sneered, "You selfish little elves," but then smiled at
them, "You better be nice or only Santa is going to see what Mrs. Claus has for
you."
They both jumped off
the stone floor and followed Santa and Mrs. Claus out the door.
"How did that
bastard get to be Santa?" hissed Sirius.
"Because he's the
Headmaster, but I'll be damned if he's going to see what she is wearing under
her costume!" snapped Remus.
~*~*~*~*~
They arrived at the
orphanage to find a stage was set up like Toy Land for Santa and the children
were all gathered, excitedly waiting his arrival.
"HO! HO! HO!" cried
Santa as he walked on the stage with his entourage. The children jumped up and
cheered.
"Hi Santa!" cried a
little girl in the front row. She was jumping up and down excitedly while
waving at him. Santa waved back. "He waved to me!" she squeaked with
excitement.
"Have you been good
little boys and girls?" he asked. The children answered enthusiastically,
"YES!"
Santa sat down in
his chair as the children lined up. His elves helped with crowd control as Mrs.
Claus escorted each child to Santa's lap.
"What is your name?"
he asked.
A shy little boy
looked at the floor and whispered, "Jack."
"Have you been a
good boy Jack?"
"Yes sir."
"Good! What would
you like for Christmas?"
"A remote control
truck."
Santa reached into
his sack where his wand was hidden. Flicking it once, he transfigured the small
block of wood into a remote control truck. He pulled it out and handed it to
Jack.
"Merry Christmas
Jack!" The little boy's eyes lit up.
"Thank you Santa!"
he cried, jumping off his lap with his new toy.
Hermione went to get
the next child. As she bent over to take his hand, she felt someone else's hand
on her leg. Grabbing a toy candy cane, she smacked the hand only to hear an
"Ow!"
"Sirius," she
hissed, "It's not the time nor the place to cop of feel!" He only winked at her
while she took the child to see Santa.
Santa continued to
see each child, taking his time to personalize each gift. When all the children
had seen him, he stood up to say goodbye.
Hermione's heart was
ready to burst at seeing how excited the children were. Albus was the perfect
Santa. He had taken his time with each child, making sure that each child's
visit was special with him.
"Kiss her Santa!"
cried the kids.
"What?" said Santa.
He looked at the children who were pointing over his head. Looking up he saw a
sprig of mistletoe.
"Kiss her!" they
cried again.
"Come here Mrs.
Claus," he said, reaching for her. Hermione smiled as she went to him. She was
willing to go along with the act. She reached up and gave him a quick kiss on
the lips and stepped back.
"Oh come on Santa!"
cried one of the older boys. "Lay a big, wet, juicy one on her!"
Santa grabbed Mrs.
Claus by the hand and pulled her into him. He quickly dipped her while planting
a deeper kiss. Closing her eyes, she kept telling herself, 'It's only an act.
I'm not really kissing Santa. Oh gods, I kissing Albus. No, no, I'm kissing
Santa. Yeah, that's it. I'm kissing Santa.' But before she knew it, his warm
lips were pressed against hers. His tongue grazed her lips, gently encouraging
her to open for him. She didn't know what to do, but her mouth did. Her lips
parted as his tongue slowly stroked her bottom lip. Taking it into his mouth,
he slowly sucked on it before claiming her whole mouth again. She was getting
lost in the kiss, but before she knew it, it was over.
Blushing, she looked
down at her elves, curious as to what their reaction was. She saw them glaring
at Santa. As Santa waved to the crowd, he turned to leave. His two elves each
had a large toy candy cane in their hands and they tripped Santa.
Poor Santa landed
flat on his belly.
"They hurt Santa!"
cried the children. It was a mad rush to the stage. The kids grabbed the props
from the Toy Land and began to beat the elves with it. Hermione helped Santa to
his feet and led him off the stage.
"Are you okay sir?"
she asked.
"I'm fine. Let's just
get out of here."
"What about Sirius
and Remus?" she asked. Both looked back to see the three foot elves on the
bottom of pile of children.
"They'll be fine,"
he said. They left the orphanage and Apparated back to the castle.
Entering the Great
Hall, Santa turned to her and said, "Thank you for a delightful evening Mrs.
Claus. I hope my kiss didn't traumatize you too much."
Blushing, she said,
"No sir. It was all for the kids, right?"
Without another
word, he turned and left just as Albus Dumbledore walked in. "Aw, you are back.
How did things go?"
Hermione's jaw
dropped while she looked from Albus to Santa who was already half way down the
hall. "If you are here, then who is he?"
Just then Remus and
Sirius walked in. Both were back to normal size, carrying their elf costumes.
Remus had a black eye and Sirius had a bloody nose.
They took one look
at Albus. "That was quite a kiss you laid on Hermione," snapped Sirius.
Puzzled, he asked,
"Kiss?"
"Don't play dumb
with us old man!" said Sirius.
Hermione jumped in
quickly. "Um, he didn't play Santa tonight."
Remus and Sirius
both looked at her and then at him. "Well then who did?" asked Remus.
"Severus."
"What?!" all three
cried.
"What's this about a
kiss?" asked Albus.
"Nothing," Hermione
said quickly, wanting to leave. "Look at the time. I must be getting off to
bed. Goodnight!" She quickly left before anyone could say a word.
Remus and Sirius
looked at each other. "You know," said Remus, "Hogsmeade is still open for
another hour."
"Let's go," said
Sirius.
~*~*~*~*~
Hermione removed her
costume and put on a pink cardigan sweater and a baggy pair of Levi's. She
headed down to the dungeons to see Severus. She had a few questions for him.
She knocked on the
door and he let her in. He was back in his black teaching robes.
"Severus, I didn't
know it was you."
"Now you do. Are you
here to yell at me about the kiss?" he said defensively.
"No. I just wanted
to say that, well, that I have never seen a more perfect Santa."
"It was magic
Hermione. It wasn't me."
"No, I'm talking
about they way you treated the children. I know that wasn't magic. That was
really you."
He glared at her. "I
don't wish to discuss this."
But, she ignored
him. "Severus, you were amazing. You were so patient and kind with all of those
children. I don't mean to sound rude, but why? Being your student for seven
years, I have seen first hand how you treat students."
"Do you want the
truth or do you want my own selfish reason?"
"I would like to
hear both."
"I over heard you,
Remus, and Sirius in the Great Hall talking about Mrs. Claus having something
special for Santa. I thought it would be humorous to make them both elves, thus
forcing Albus to be Santa, but then Albus couldn't, so I got stuck doing it."
"And what is your
other reason."
"When I realized
which orphanage we were going to, I decided I needed to really be Santa by
acting the part."
"What was so special
about the orphanage we were at Severus?"
Severus trusted
Hermione. If he had learned anything about her, it was to trust her. She never
repeated what she was told in confidence. "When the Dark Lord was alive, we
attacked several Muggle communities. A few of the children we saw tonight are
orphans because of those attacks, because of me."
"I'm sorry Severus."
"No!" he snapped
harshly, but quickly calmed down, "No, don't be sorry. Life is full of choices.
I am trying to live with mine."
"This wasn't your
first visit there was it?"
He looked at her.
'Such a Know It All,' he thought. "No, I go there a lot, but they don't know
it. I give them everything they need. Everything except a mum and dad."
Severus walked over
to his cabinet and pulled out a bottle of whiskey. He placed it on the table. Looking
at it, he slowly shook his head and walked away.
"Do you want me to
find you something stronger?" she offered.
"No Hermione. I have
spent the last twenty some Christmases intoxicated. I just wish to be left
alone." He silently moved over to a chair by the fireplace where there was no
fire.
Hermione moved to
join him. Drawing out her wand, she flicked it, igniting a fire. "It's
Christmas Eve. Nobody should be alone."
He didn't comment.
He only stared at the flames of the fire.
"Severus," she said,
trying to make conversation. "What did you mean that you hoped your kiss didn't
traumatize me?"
"You were bound to
find out it was I who kissed you. That would be enough to traumatize anyone."
She began giggling.
"Knowing that you kissed me didn't traumatize me. The thought of Santa kissing
me like that let alone Albus, now that was traumatizing."
The corner of his
lip curled into a slight smile. "I suppose that could be traumatizing to be
kissed by Albus like that, but I could help but notice you kissed me back."
She turned red, "It
was for the children," she snapped. "And I didn't really kiss back, I just
didn't pull away. If I had kissed you back, you would have known it."
"Really? I somehow
doubt that," he sneered, baiting her.
"Really," she said
sternly, getting to her feet. He stood up too, facing her.
"Then let's find
out." He snapped his fingers and a sprig of mistletoe appeared above their
heads.
Without the
slightest bit of hesitation, they both leaned forward, joining their lips
together. Realizing it was him and not Santa or Albus, she was able to fully
relax, allowing her lips to mold to his soft, warm ones. She willing parted her
lips for him, inviting him in. Again, he stroked her bottom lip with his tongue
before entering her.
His hands came up to
cup her jaw, drawing her closer to him. They way he slowly stroked her mouth,
she was quickly getting lost in his kiss. She entered her tongue in his mouth,
stroking him back. She took her time exploring and tasting him. Never had a kiss
ignited such feelings of desire in her.
His fingers slowly
stroked her jaw and neck, sending tingles down her spine. He pressed his body
against hers as he kissed her harder. Her hands slowly moved around his waist,
encouraging him.
Getting lost in the
kiss, her lips tingled. Breaking off the kiss, she tilted her head back as she
closed her eyes. He didn't hesitate as he moved his lips down to her jaw,
placing small kisses down to her neck.
As his lips made
their way down to her chest, she could feel the strands of his hair grazing her
skin. She inhaled deeply, letting out a soft moan. He made his way back up to
her neck and around to her ear.
His voice was so
deep and erotic as he spoke in her ear. "I think I have found something
stronger than whiskey. Will you allow me this one indulgence?"
She whispered to
him, "Oh yes Severus, anything you want." Hermione had never spent a Christmas
alone in her life. She had always had family and friends around, but this
Christmas was going to be different. She assumed she was going to be alone, but
the way Severus was kissing her now, she knew she assumed wrong.
He began to nibble
on her earlobe, making his way down to the side of her neck while he began to
undo each button on her sweater. Undoing the last button, he removed the
sweater from her, letting it drop to the ground. She was wearing a lacy white
bra that Severus began to remove immediately. His teeth grazed her collarbone
before taking hold of her bra strap. Sliding it off her shoulder, he kissed his
way across her chest to her other shoulder, removing the strap in the same
fashion. His fingers quickly unclasped the bra and removed it from her body,
exposing her breasts. Her nipples were already hard, but the cool air made her
rosy buds even harder.
He stopped kissing
and leaned back to take a look at her. Her lips were swollen and her eyes were
glazed with desire. His eyes made their way down to her breasts. Licking his
bottom lip, his one hand cupped her breasts while his thumb brushed over the
nipple.
His claimed her
mouth again, kissing her harder and deeper. Demanding entrance, his tongue
thrust into her, making it clear what he was wanting and that he was not taking
no for an answer.
Hermione placed her
hands at the back of his head and ran her fingers through his hair, pulling him
closer to him. She made it very clear what she was expecting from him. Her
tongue thrust into his mouth. Both stroked each other rhythmically while their
hips gently rocked against each other with the same rhythm. His hands were
stroking and kneading the skin on her back, making their way down to her jeans.
She felt his hardness dig into her waist, making her rock further into him.
He reached around
the front of her with one hand and unsnapped them. They were baggy enough that
they dropped to the floor, leaving her in her white silk panties. He brought
his hands back to her buttocks and began squeezing her backside. He ground her
hips into him as he did this. Moving his hand to the front of her panties, he
began to stroke her. He could feel the moisture on her crotch; he began to
stroke her harder.
He moved his lips
down to her breast and took it into his mouth and began to suck and tease her
nipple with his tongue. Hermione opened her eyes to watch him. Giving the same
ministrations to the other breast, her body trembled. His fingers moved to her
waistband of her panties as he gracefully knelt down on one knee and then the
other. Sliding his hands down her hips, to her thighs, he slid off her panties.
As he brought them down to her ankles, she stepped out of them.
Watching him, he
brought them to his nose and inhaled deeply. She too inhaled sharply. 'Oh
gods,' she thought, squeezing her thighs together, feeling her wetness
increase. Hearing her reaction, he looked up at her with a cocked eyebrow and
gave her a rare smile. She blushed, but smile back.
His hands slowly
slid their way back up her legs, to her sex. Playing with her curls for only a
moment, his fingers parted her lips to find his treasure, her sweet nectar.
Inhaling her musky ambrosia, he took his time, stroking her with his middle
finger, spreading her nectar. She had placed her hands on his shoulders,
involuntarily squeezing him every time he came near her most sensitive spot,
silently begging him to touch her there.
He parted her lips
even further as he leaned forward to finally taste her. His tongue started low
and in one stroke he ended at her nub. She squeezed his shoulders hard as her
body quivered. "Sweet," he whispered before tasting her again. This time he
swirled his tongue around her moist walls, slowly making his way to her nub.
Taking it into his mouth, he began stroking it with his tongue while
alternately sucking it.
She didn't move nor
did she rock her hips. She could barely breath at he pleasure his tongue was
bringing her. 'Oh gods,' she thought, 'I knew that tongue was good for
something else besides snide remarks.'
Her breathing
increased, as did her grip on his shoulders. 'So close,' she thought, but he
moved his mouth above her curls, kissing her pelvis and moving up to her
abdomen. Getting back to his feet, he cupped jaw again and kissed her.
She tasted herself
on him while desperately kissing him back. Moving his mouth to her ear, he said
in his deep voice, "We shall cum together." She almost came right there at
hearing his voice in her ear again.
He drew his wand and
flicked it, making his clothes disappear. Hermione would have loved to undress
him, but she was too aroused to be that patient as she thought about all those
buttons.
He took her by the
hand and led her to the chair he had been sitting in earlier. Sitting down, he
pulled her onto his lap. She was straddling him as she looked at him. He was a
tall man compared to her, but she was almost eye-to-eye with him while on his
lap.
This time she
claimed his lips as she reached between her legs to find his hardness that was
brushing against her thigh. Taking her thumb, she began to stroke and knead the
head, finding the split where his moisture was coming from. She spread the
drops of pre cum around the pulsing head while squeezing it just enough to make
his cock jerk. She moved her fingers further down to the base of his shaft.
Taking her fingernails, she grazed his skin as she stroked upward. Hearing his
quick intake of breath followed by a soft growl, she smiled.
Her other hand was
entwined in his hair, pulling his mouth hard against hers while kissing him. He
placed both his hands on her hips and effortlessly raised her up so that her
entrance was just above his cock. Wanting to watch him, she broke off the kiss
while she lowered herself onto him.
"Good," he whispered
into her mouth, kissing her again.
He filled her
completely as she raised herself up and lowered herself onto him again. His
hips rose up to meet her movements. His hands found her breasts and he began
squeezing and stroking the nipples. They moved together, enjoying their union.
After a while, when
he felt his climax building, he said, "Together." She understood as his fingers
searched for her nub. Arch back to give him better access, he meticulously
stroked it. She was so aroused that it didn't take long for her climax to
build.
He could feel her
muscles pulsing around his shaft and he increased his strokes on her. She came
down on him harder and faster, whimpering until finally she came. She gripped
his hair in her balled up fists as she cried out. He too allowed himself to
release, letting out a low growl while spilling his warm seed into her.
When her spasms
subsided and his climax slowed down, she snuggled into his embrace as he held
her, neither saying anything for a long time.
She was so relaxed
that she was falling asleep in his arms. "Hermione," he sighed,
"Thank you."
"Severus, thank
you," she whispered.
"Why are you
thanking me?" he asked softly.
"Because nobody has
ever made me feel this special."
"You are special
Hermione. You are very special."
She sat up and
looked at him in the eye. "So are you Severus and don't ever forget that." She
kissed him softly on the lips and smiled. She felt him become hard inside of
her again. "Do you think we could move to your bed? I would like to show you
just how special you are."
Taking her in his
arms, he carried her to his bed, where they spent the rest of the night showing
each other how special the other was.
Merry Christmas!
¡Feliz Navidad!
~ Dulce, La Reina de
Severus
