Author's Note:
It seems I have become obsessed with Hermione and Severus these days. This was another one of the ideas that floated in my head while writing 'Decoding Professor Snape'. I hope you like this one, please let me know in the reviews if you do or even if you don't.
Another word of caution, this story is for mature readers only. So proceed only if you are an adult.
The incessant knocking on his door broke Severus Snape's drunken stupor. To say that he was irritated would be an understatement. He was extremely annoyed, at whoever had decided to ruin his quiet evening.
He tried to ignore the sound, but gave up soon after. Whoever it was didn't stop his efforts. Rather, the knocking was growing louder and more frequent by the moment.
Cursing in frustration, Severus tapped the book on his table which threw off his wards and the door flew open.
Hermione Granger stood in the doorway, her hand still raised, just like it always was in the classes. It made his mood a lot worse.
"What is it, Miss Granger? Didn't get enough for your assignment, or did a bloody dark wizard rise again? Because if it isn't the latter, I don't see any reason why you shouldn't be turning back straight to your tower, where you belong." Severus hoped his voice conveyed how wretched he felt right now, and Granger would get the hint that she wasn't welcome.
But the girl entered his office and his door shut behind her with a slam. She looked him directly in the eye. He could see the concern in her eyes as well as her voice when she spoke. "I just came to check on you, professor."
"Check on me, Granger? And what made you do that? Oh, I see. You've come to gloat in my pain. To see me suffering from your own eyes? Happy now, are you?" He hissed.
Hermione stared at the man before her. She couldn't believe it was the same snarky Potions professor that she and her friends had feared and hated since the start of their school career. Of course, after the war, the fear and hatred had changed to gratitude and awe. But, she had no idea that the man who had saved their lives and the outcome of the war, was now a complete mess.
Severus Snape looked like he was drunk, and judging by the almost half emptied bottle of Odgen's Finest FireWhiskey on his table, he most certainly was. He wasn't wearing his usual frock coat, and clad just in simple black shirt and trousers he looked almost normal. Not completely normal, because his attire seemed to highlight his sculpted body, making him look a lot more attractive.
Hermione didn't understand why the professor had to resort to drinking. Was there anything troubling him? He seemed perfect in his Potions classes, and was even more tolerable to her and Harry who now in the N.E.W.T. potions. Well, he mostly ignored them.
Hermione had tried to thank him for his role and to tell him how happy she was that he had survived the snake's bites on many occasions, but all her efforts had gone in vain. They only ever saw him in his classes, and he seemed to disappear afterwards and never answered his door. Harry had given up trying to reconnect with the man, but Hermione wasn't the one to give up. Tonight, checking that he was in his dungeons chambers on the Marauder's Map, she had come determined to talk to him.
And now he was asking her, if she was happy by what she saw. She most definitely wasn't.
"No, sir. I am not happy. In fact, I am shocked to see you like this. I only came to say thank you."
Her voice sounded genuine, but all Severus heard in them was pity. And he wasn't the man who ever liked to receive pity.
"Now, now, Miss Granger. I don't need your pity. And if you really want to thank me, go back the way you have arrived." He snarled.
Hermione knew that a year ago, she would've gladly left after hearing his icy words. But now that she knew about the man's sacrifices, she couldn't leave him alone when he needed help.
"I'm sorry, sir. But, with all due respect, I can't leave you in this state. If you don't mind me asking why did you choose to spend the weekend at the castle, when you clearly needed a break?"
Severus was too drunk to think before answering her question. "Do you think if I had another choice, I would spend any of my time here?" he spat.
Hermione knew she was treading on a slippery surface here, and she had to choose her words carefully. "Of course, sir. Everyone knows you hate teaching here. So, why exactly are you still here?"
"Frustrating, isn't it? That you have to spend another year in the, what do you students like to call me? Oh, yes. The old greasy git's class? I don't have any other choice. I am confined to this castle and I can't leave the damn place even if I wanted to."
Hermione knew that another question will only fuel his anger, but somehow the drunk Potion Master was a little less scary to her than his sober version. She also wanted to know the reason, and so she asked him cautiously, "And why can't you leave Hogwarts, professor?"
The answer came promptly but the venom in the voice was dangerous. "Because I can't perform magic anymore. The snake's bloody poison depleted my magical core and it will be a while till it recovers. Until then, I am practically a squib. Minerva was kind to grant me a sanctuary here, on the condition that I don't leave till I recover. Something about having too many enemies."
Hermione's mouth fell open in shock. The most powerful wizard in Britain was no longer able to perform magic. She also knew that if the professor was not drunk, he would've never told her anything. She couldn't decide if this information he had just given her made her feel more selfish or stupid. How could they not figure this out sooner? The man who had almost given his life to their cause, certainly deserved better. And yet, they were all so lost in celebration and reconstruction, that they had hardly given this a thought that there were more casualities than met their eye.
"Sir, if there's anything I could do to help you?" Hermione managed to ask in a timid voice.
"I have no use for a silly school girl, Miss Granger. Just leave me alone."
Even though Hermione knew that the professor was drunk, his comment still irked her. "Please, professor. I am not a silly school girl anymore."
The professor seemed to take in her words and stood up from his armchair. He stalked his way towards her. Standing close to her, he lifted his hand slowly and unfastened her robe. Hermione was surprised by this gesture, but little did she know the night had many more surprises to come.
Severus examined the young witch in front of him. Now relieved of her robe, she was standing in her muggle attire. A low cut emerald satin blouse, which teased her perfectly delicious breasts and a simple black skirt which covered her knees and yet he could appreciate the shape of her round arse through the thin fabric. Her thick brown hair fell in waves framing her face, and even though she didn't wear any make-up, she still looked glorious.
Hermione was getting uncomfortable by the minute as her 'professor' seemed to be checking her out unabashedly. And yet, she could feel her stomach knot in turns as his dark gaze scanned her body just like he did to her cauldron in class trying to find a fault in a potion. She was surprised to be wishing that he found her satisfying enough.
"I take back my words, Miss Granger. You most certainly have grown up to be a stunning young woman." He said, appreciatively.
Hermione was surprised that his words of approval had her almost squirming in pleasure. So long, she had waited for his approval, and even though it had come for her body rather than her work, and even though he was drunk while saying those words, a sense of satisfaction washed over her. Or was it something else?
Severus eyed the girl who had closed her eyes at his words, perhaps without even realizing it herself. It had been a long time since he was with a woman. And the perfectly endowed beauty standing so close to him, had started a long lost fire inside him.
"Now, does your offer to help still stand, Miss Granger?" He asked in an unfamiliar silky voice.
Hermione came out of her stupor. She understood the hidden meaning behind his words, and to her amazement felt that she wanted to take up on his offer.
There was something about Severus Snape, which had always attracted her. His cold, calculative, black eyes had always held her captive, but his dark ways had put her off. And then recently, she had come to know about his carefully hidden bravery, his ability to love so profoundly as well as the sacrifices he had made on their behalf. Besides, after breaking up with Ron, she hadn't really slept with anyone. There wasn't really a scarcity of boys at Hogwarts, but teenage boys didn't fascinate her anymore. She wanted to be with a man, exactly like the tall and sexy one standing in front of her.
"Yes, sir. I want to help you. Any way I can." Hermione answered, stressing on the last sentence.
Severus shot up one black eyebrow at the enticing witch, "Very well, your last chance to escape has gone now."
Hermione took a sharp breath as the drunk man stepped closer to her. He traced her face with slurry fingers, pausing at her lips. He continued down her throat, coming to a stop at the fabric of her blouse. She wanted him to continue, and in a brave move, vanished her clothes non-verbally.
Severus let out a growl of surprise, at the sight of the naked young witch. He touched her supple breasts which swelled, responding to his touch. He traced her entire soft body with his hands as if he was examining a marble statue. She was exquisite! And she was his for taking.
"I think I have been drinking the wrong way." He said, going back to pick up his Odgen's bottle.
Hermione was left standing naked at the centre of his office. She had been enjoying the wandering hands of her professor but she needed more. She was exasperated to find the man still craving for liquor. But he came back to her with his bottle.
In another surprising movement, he poured the Whiskey down her chest. He then began licking her drenched breasts with such fervor that all her irritation at the drink was forgotten. Hermione moaned in pleasure as he sucked her nipples one by one. His warm tongue licked every inch of her chest and had her arching her back so as to give him more access. When he was finished, she was left panting and wet with desire; her chest now free of every drop of alcohol.
Severus now knelt in front of her, and poured his bottle down her navel. He licked her stomach clean before reaching down to her pelvis. He liked the clean view in front of him, this would be much nastier with the pubic hair. He teased her clit with his fingers, rubbing his thumb in circles over her lips, before parting them to slide one finger inside her. His finger was greeted with tight and wet walls, and he began fingering her with increased pace, till her hips bucked in response. He took out his finger and sat her on the stool keeping his hand on her thigh to keep her in place. He then shoved the neck of the bottle inside her pussy and poured some liquor inside.
Hermione gasped in surprise when she felt the cold glass neck of the bottle entering her core. Another surprise was the cold liquid that followed. She had never experimented with anything like this before, and she wondered whether it was a wise decision to let the drunken potions master have his way with her.
The cold bottle was gone and was replaced by the warm and soft tongue of her professor, who was licking and drinking her like a man who had been thirsty for centuries, and all her doubts were gone. Her fingers wove around his long, smooth hair as he continued to drink from her. His infamous nose rubbed against her clit, and she let out a moan, holding his shoulder for support. Even the sight of his dark head, between her legs was alluring. She tightened her hold in his hair, when she felt strong waves of pleasure pulse through her walls. She was close to her orgasm, and the professor was devouring her pussy despite her fingers grazing his shoulders through his shirt. She came apart in his mouth, and she cried his name in pleasure as she felt her most intense orgasm hit her.
Hermione fell down to her knees slipping from the stool, recovering from her orgasm. Her cries were interrupted by the hot mouth of her professor, who was kissing her rather sloppily. She smelt the whiskey in his breath but all she could taste from his mouth was her own essense. When they broke apart, she saw the content look on her professor's face, but she knew he still needed more. And surprisingly, she did too.
She relieved him of his clothes and couldn't help staring at his impressive manhood. His shirt had already told her about his muscular body, but the scars that adorned his pale skin made him even more masculine. He was already aroused, judging by his erect hard cock.
Hermione felt her hands move of their own accord to straddle him between her fingers. He was definitely longer and thicker than Ron and Viktor, she thought. She stroked him gently at first, and increased her pace, earning his grunts of satisfaction. He was already seeping when he caught her hands and moved them away with a grunt, "Enough."
Severus pushed her down on the stone floor. Hermione felt the cold floor on her bare back, but the anticipation of what was to come made her hold her ground. And soon enough, his warm body was over her, as he placed warm kisses down her neck. She needed to be inside him and she ground her hips beneath him, hoping he would get the message. He did.
Severus placed himself at her entrance, and drove inside her in a swift thrust. Hermione felt a groan escape her and she felt herself filled completely. He took a minute adjusting himself and started thrusting himself into her with unsteady plunges. Hermione tried to match his thrusts as well as she could, but soon his poundings became faster and harder. Hermione marveled at his strength despite his drunkenness, and she practically dug her nails into his shoulders trying to keep herself together.
Hermione felt another strong orgasm hit her and her pulsing walls were enough to give Severus his own release. His cries were incoherent in her hair as he collapsed on top of her, spent. Hermione felt the overwhelming weight of his warm body on top of her. She knew she'll have to turn him away soon, but she didn't want to part with his cock which was still inside her.
As she regained her senses, Hermione slid out of the man gently from top of her and levitated him to his armchair, transfiguring it into a comfortable couch. She clothed him and took in the peaceful sleeping face of the tormented man, committing it to her memory. She knew that the professor would be furious when he would remember what had transpired between them tonight. But, she had been sincere when she had told him that she wanted to help him. And now she had realized that she did not just want to help him, she wanted him.
Hermione knew she would have a hard time convincing the sober professor to accept her 'help' again anytime soon. But as she put her own clothes back and exited his office, she promised herself that she would win the man for herself however hard that proved.