Discovered
Hermione Granger sat in a cupboard, huddled tightly in a ball, nearly shaking our of nerves. Her arms wrapped around her knees. Her hand clamped firmly over her mouth. She was trying to stop any sound that would give away her position. She was hiding herself from him. As she sat, heart pounding in her chest, she remembered back to the night when their relationship started, she had never thought thinks would end up like this...
Flashback two and a half years.
Eighteen year old Hermione Granger took a deep breath as she stood in front of the door to the Potions classroom. She raised her shaking hand and knocked three times on the heavy door.
"Enter." Came the reply from within. The same deep, silky voice that had been haunting her daydreams when she received this detention.
Cautiously, she pushed the door open and slipped quietly inside, closing the door behind her. When she looked up, she saw her professor standing in front of his desk, looking at her with narrowed eyes, This gaze was not unusual, but what was, was that it made her blush. She began walking up to him, but his booming voice made her stop.
"Did I tell you to move, Miss Granger?" Professor Snape asked.
"No, sir." She answered, forcing her eyes to stay level with his. She refused to show any sign of weakness.
Hermione watched as he began to stride slowly towards her, never once breaking eye contact. She felt her heart pick up speed, and as much as she tried to calm herself, it was hopeless. Unknowingly, she started walking backwards, each of his forward steps was met in time with one of hers backwards. It wasn't until she felt a wall against her back that she realised what had happened. She glanced down at her shaking hands and gripped her Gryffindor robe with them. The sound of the Potions Master's steps made her look up at him once more, noticing a small smirk playing on his lips. She gulped.
Snape observed her vulnerable position: back against the stone wall of his classroom, only a few meters away from him, with nowhere to run. He ran his eyes over her robe covered body. Even through it, he could see the soft curve of her breasts, well-developed over the years. His eyes came to rest of her terrified face, framed beautifully with golden-brown hair. It was slightly less bushy than when she was younger, but still thick and curly. He took another step towards her and noticed her eyes close a fraction.
"Do you know why you're here, Miss Granger?" He asked her, still smirking slightly.
"Yes, sir." Was her answer.
"Care to enlighten me?" He drawled.
"I was not paying attention in class, Professor."
"And why was that?" He knew the reason, but wanted her to say it herself.
"I was daydreaming, sir." She said, pleading to someone, anyone, for him not to interrogate her any further.
"What, might I ask, Miss Granger, were you so fixated with, that you were unable to let the thoughts go for a moment to actually listen to what you were being taught?" On his use of the word 'fixated' Hermione blushed a luscious shade of pink.
She averted her eyed from his before speaking. "N-nothing, P-professor."
"If it were nothing, then you would not be here presently, Miss Granger, and neither would I. But as you seem unable to voice your daydreams, there is the option of me using Legilimency on you."
Hermione's eyes widened in horror. "It was you." She blurted out before she could even think.
"What was me, Miss Granger?" The professor asked.
"It was you that I was daydreaming about." She confessed, looking at the ground.
"What exactly were you daydreaming about, that involved me?" He asked. "I know you enjoy learning, but is it necessary to be dreaming about Potions class, when in Potions class?"
What he loved the most about seeing her blush and look away, refusing to answer, was that he had already used Legilimency on her. He knew exactly what the young witch had been dreaming of. And as much as it had turned him on that she had been thinking of him in such a way, he was curious as to why.
"I wasn't daydreaming about class, the room maybe, was there, as were you, but no one else." Hermione choked out.
"Much like our present situation, don't you think?" He smirked at her as her eyes widened at the realisation.
Even the thought of what had happened in her mind earlier having any similarity with reality made her underwear damp. It was all she could do to nod in response to his question.
"Would you like to explain to me what happened in your daydream, when you were in this very classroom. Alone. With me." He spoke sultrily, choosing his words very carefully.
"I-I can't, sir." She shook her head.
"If that is the case, then it is lucky for you I already know what happened, exactly what happened."
She head snapped up toward him, her eyes wider than he'd ever seen them. His smirk widened and he took another step towards her.
"How...?"
"Legilimency."
Her whole face flushed bright red, as a tear dripped its way down her searing cheek. She was mortified. What did he think of her? What would he do? What if he told someone, what would everyone think of dear little Hermione having daydreams about her professor, like that. More tears made their way down her face, against her will. She just wanted it to be over. She wanted to get out, away from him, forever. She couldn't ever face him again, knowing that he knew about her dreams, her fantasies.
The professor noticed her tears immediately, and felt a pang of regret in his heart. He couldn't figure out why, but he felt guilty for making her cry. This hadn't been his objective, yes, he had wanted to embarrass her, but he had not wanted to make her cry. He felt... sad.
"Why are you crying?" He asked, in what he hoped to be a kinder voice then his usual, as he lifted her chin.
"It's so embarrassing." She sobbed out. "I can't imagine what you think of me."
"I think that I like this side of you."
"What? The one where you make me cry?" She wiped her eyes angrily.
"No, the one where I make you scream my name when you reach breaking point." He told her honestly.
Her eyes, that had been avoiding his, lifted to meet them. By this point her tears had subsided and she could clearly see the honesty his held. Her anger and embarrassment disappeared, only to be replaced with shyness and nerves. She bit her lip uneasily as he took one final step toward her. He was now mere centimeters away from touching her, but she wanted that extra space to disappear.
His heart was beating a little faster than was usual, and he felt torn over what to do next. One part of him wanted to whip out his wand, remove all their clothes and take her against the wall right then and there. Another wanted to laugh at her and show everyone at Hogwarts of her dream. And a third wanted to kiss her, to cradle her in his arms and tell her he lo- He stopped himself before he could think anything irrational.
His eyes found hers, tender and warm. As he searched them, he saw something he'd never seen before, at least not when looking at him. It was then when he knew which option to choose.
Hermione thought she was dreaming again when he started leaning towards her. But the moment his lips touched hers, she knew it was real. It felt so much better than she had imagined it. Her arms wrapped around his neck out of instinct, and pulled him against her body.
The feeling of her soft curves against him made him growl deeply. She heard it and felt her underwear become even damper. She parted her lips for him, allowing his tongue to slide into her mouth. She whimpered softly as his tongue traveled through her mouth, memorizing every detail, in fear that this may be the only time he would get such a chance. He braced himself against the wall, one hand either side of her head, as he pressed her gently, but firmly against it. Even through their robes he could feel the heat radiating from her, and she could feel his hardness against her abdomen. Both wanted more, but both feared the reaction of the other. Slowly, Hermione pulled away from his lips, and stared into his nearly black eyes.
"Hermione..." He whispered breathlessly.
The sound of her name on his lips made her throw her head against the wall behind her and bite back a moan.
"Severus..." She replied, having a similar effect on him.
He groaned in pleasure as her soft voice said his name, and his erection became even harder. He gulped.
"I think you should go now, before we do something we will both regret." He told her, but he knew that anything he did with her would be the opposite of regrettable.
"The only regret I could possibly have, would be leaving now." She whispered.
"No, you don't mean that." He said softly. "Hermione-"
He was about to tell her to go, but her soft moan made him stop mid-sentence. She loved him saying her name. He loved her moaning. They both leaned in and met halfway in a passionate, fiery kiss. He knew then that he couldn't let her go.
Her hands were the first to move, tearing his robes off with a strength she didn't know she had. He pulled hers off soon after, along with her school vest and plain, white blouse. All the while they were exploring each other's mouths feverishly with their tongues. When his black shirt was also shed, he pulled away, allowing them to take in the others shirtless form.
He noticed that her breasts were even more developed than he originally thought, Merlin that school robe hid a lot. Her flat, lightly tanned stomach looked so smooth he wanted to caress it so badly. And the curve of her small waist was inviting his hands to grasp it. One thing that he did not like, was the material so irritatingly covering her breasts.
She felt like her heart was being pulled out of her chest when her eyes fell on the scars covering his pale, muscular chest. She wanted to take the pain away, but didn't know how. Then she saw the faded dark mark on his left forearm, and it made her even wetter. She knew it shouldn't be, but it was a huge turn on.
"Come." Her professor ordered. "We will go to my chambers."
"No, please, I want it here, like in my fantasies, please..." She begged him.
He could not deny her, he knew it.
"Where, Hermione?" He asked, as he moved in to remove her bra. "Where did I fuck you in your daydreams?"
"You know, you saw it."
"Ah, but I want to hear you say it, my dear."
"Your desk. I want you to fuck me on you desk, Severus." She moaned at her own words, as did he.
"Very well." He pulled her against his body and kissed her again, fiercely, trying to fulfill some of the need growing inside of him.
With one hand, he lifted her up and she wrapped her arms around his waist. He felt like she weighed nothing as he carried her over to his desk, shedding her skirt and shoes as they went. He set her down on his desk, on top of all the unmarked essays that were handed in that day. Looking at her, lying on his desk, hair messed in all directions, breasts uncovered, rising and falling with her pants, underwear very wet, and her entire body flushed. Merlin did she ever look good. The sight of her like that made him harder than he'd ever been before, and he shed his shoes, socks and his black pants because his erection was pushing painfully against the fabric.
He cast a the strongest silencing charm he knew on the room, along with several locking ones, in case of any unwanted guests.
Then he got on top of her, kissing her deeply, his tongue moving sensually in her warm mouth. His hands worshipped her body, memorizing every dip and curve. His lips left hers, traveling down, kissing, nipping and sucking her jaw, her neck, her collarbone. Further down he went, until his hot mouth found her painfully hard nipples. He took one in his mouth, suckling at it like a baby, while he massaged the other with his hand. Her moans, whimpers and ragged breaths were the only noises in an otherwise silent room. He switched breasts, sucking and biting down gently on the other hard peak.
"Oh, Merlin!" She cried out, wonderful sensations flooding through her body. "Severus..."
At the sound of him name, he growled against her skin, before moving back to her lips. As he kissed her roughly, his hands slid under the waistband of Hermione's underwear, pulling them down her smooth legs and tossing them away. He pulled away and when his eyes fell on her neatly trimmed pussy he stifled a groan.
She lay, panting on his desk, watching him stare at her with lusty eyes. She was even more turned on by his gaze. Slowly, he dropped to his knees before her and inhaled her scent. He shuddered at the sweet smell and pulled her by the legs to the edge of his desk, so he could have better access. He brought his face to her lower lips and nuzzled his nose against her clit.
She yelped in surprise, but covered it up with a stealthy moan as his tongue darted out of his mouth and into the folds of her pussy. His long, skilled tongue thrust in and out of her heat slowly, savoring her wonderful flavor.
"Oh dear Gods." She gasped out as he bit down on her clit.
Severus pulled his head away a little an inserted a finger into her. She moaned and bucked her hips in response. Soon, there were three fingers inside her, curling and uncurling within her, driving her quickly to orgasm. As his fingers were working their magic, he began to kiss along the inside of her thigh, from her knee to the juncture of her hip and leg. His teeth found her clit once again and she toppled over the edge.
He removed his fingers, replacing them quickly with his mouth as he lapped up her juices. As she came slowly down from her high and saw him licking his lips and fingers hungrily, not wanting to waste anything. When she was fully back on earth, Hermione stood up from her professor's desk, completely naked in front of him, apart from her knee-high grey school socks.
"What are y-" He was cut off by her lips on his.
She kissed him with so much passion and fire that he couldn't find it within himself to push her off to finish his question. She turned him around skillfully, without him realising, and pushed him down onto the desk. After releasing his lips, she knelt down in front of him.
"I thought I should return the favor." She whispered huskily, before ripping his black, silk boxers off him.
She let out a small, feline growl when she saw his cock. She was no virgin, and by the way she was acting, Severus knew that. Although only a couple of men were lucky enough to have experienced her as a lover, she was very skilled and knew exactly how to pleasure a man. He was bigger than any man she had been with, and she felt a trickle of wetness down her leg as she imagined, for the third or fourth time that day, what he would feel like inside her.
She knew that would happen, but now, was all about him. Her Potions professor. A man many years her senior, but she didn't care. As she took his length in her hot, wet mouth, the groan that emitted from his lips told her he couldn't care less either. Her tongue rolled over his tip to tease him as a growl erupted from the back of his throat. She started sucking hard on his cock, dragging her teeth lightly over his length as she pulled back.
He groaned loudly as his eyes came to rest on her head, complete with wildly erotic curly hair, bobbing in front of his hips. Watching his cock appear, disappear and reappear again with each movement. Her sucking became more frenzied and the feeling of his impending release welled up in him quickly. As her hot tongue lathered her sweet saliva over his tip, he lost himself to the overwhelming pleasure that she caused him.
"Fuck, Hermione." He gasped, as her wonderfully wet mouth swallowed down his cum.
She rose to her feet and stood above him, licking her lips seductively.
"You liked that, didn't you?" She whispered sultrily.
"Fuck yes." He growled, pulling her on top of him, and kissing her roughly as she straddled his hips.
She pushed firmly against his chest and he fell backwards onto the now crumpled papers on his desk. Smirking as an utterly evil idea popped into her head, she leant down and kissed the tip of his nose, then his cheek, then pecked his lips, before moving lower. Her soft, supple lips planted light kisses down his jaw and onto his neck, licking gently over the column of his throat.
He knew what she was doing, and he felt a large amount of pride at her very Slytherin-like idea, though he did not like it being aimed at him. He stared at her with lust filled eyes as she placed delicate kisses down his smooth chest, and on each one of his muscles. Then, she stopped, another idea in mind.
She sat up, so that, with a slight realignment, he would be inside her. However, she had a different idea. She wasn't sure what would happen, but she wanted to try never the less. Reaching down with her hand, she grasped his left wrist and pulled it towards her mouth. After staring at the Dark Mark for a few moments, she brought her tongue to it and licked over it in one, long stroke, earning a deep growl from her victim. Satisfied with his reaction, she began sucking and gently nipping at the black ink imbedded in his pale skin.
He groaned with intense ecstasy. He had no idea what that would do to him, no one had ever tried before. He loved every second of torture her talented mouth provided him with, but it wasn't enough. As she sucked, she began to rock her hips slightly over his ever-growing erection, torturing him even more.
"Please... Hermione..." He pleaded with her.
She had never heard him beg anyone for anything before, and she liked it. Pulling back a little, so her lips were barely grazing his Mark, she stopped the movements of her hips.
"Yes?" She inquired, her lips brushing his skin, but her eyes on his.
Severus glared at her. He knew she was trying to get him to beg, but saying please was as far as he'd go. He downright refused to beg Hermione Granger for sex. His pride simply couldn't take it.
She smirked down at him when he didn't answer. Simply shrugging it off, she continued with her slow, agonizing torture. Her hips began moving in a rhythmic spiral pattern, as her tongue found his forearm again. Several minutes, a lot of glares directed at Hermione, and a very tightly shut mouth on Severus' part, she gave up. It wasn't on her nature, as a Gryffindor, or as a human – or witch, as it were – to give up that easily, but she had accepted it would never happen. She stopped sucking, stopped spiraling, and just looked at him.
"Fuck, Hermione!" He growled, catching her off guard. "Fuck me now!"
As unexpected as it was, it counted as begging to her, and she had impaled herself on his cock before he could take a breath.
"Oh good Gods!" She moaned.
"Fuck, you feel so good!" He hissed, grabbing her hips tightly.
For a moment, they just stayed there, frozen, adjusting to each other. Hermione's eyes were shut loosely, her head lolling back in pleasure.
"Merlin, you didn't feel this good in my mind." She gasped, opening her eyes to look at him.
He just smirked up at her, gripping her hips even tighter and lifting her up slightly, before pulling her back down slowly. They both groaned in response, their eyes closing in ecstasy. Her hips began their painfully slow rotations, grinding down on him, making him groan. She began to increase the speed of her spiraling pattern, giving them both even more pleasure, her luscious breasts jiggling beautifully as he stared at her in awe.
"You're so beautiful." He whispered, not realising he's said it out loud.
She smiled and continued grinding on him for a while, still teasing slightly, but enough to satisfy their need. As he growled, she noticed his eyes pale a little, becoming a lighter shade of nut-brown. She frowned a little, but forgot all about it when Severus reached up and cupped one of her breasts in each hand, massaging them roughly as she rocked back and forth on him.
She moaned loudly, her mind going completely blank. The muscles in her pussy squeezed on him, causing a groan to emit from his mouth. She was so near orgasm that she couldn't even think, she wasn't thinking about what she was doing, she did what came naturally. It only took a slight pinch of fingers around her nipples that pushed – threw – her over the edge and into paradise with a cry of pleasure.
She clenched around Severus so tightly that he was forced to orgasm too, shooting his pleasure into Hermione's tight, wet pussy. As they came down from their peaks, she collapsed onto his chest, careful to keep him inside her.
"Fuck, Hermione." He gasped, trying to regulate his breathing. "You're fucking amazing."
"So are you." She said truthfully. "The best."
Severus felt his ego swell as she nuzzled her head into his shoulder, kissing it softly, lovingly as her breathing started to finally steady. He reached a hand up and gingerly stroked her messy hair – not something he usually did after fucking someone. Usually, they would lye awkwardly beside each other, trying to remember the other's name. But this was not usual. She was not usual.
When he finally realised she had stopped kissing him, she was already asleep, with him still inside her. For some odd reason, he found himself smiling, a very rare occurrence indeed. He sat carefully, trying not to wake her, and pulled gently out of her. He chuckled slightly as she groaned in annoyance. Summoning their clothes to him, he carried her sleeping form into his chambers and lay her on his bed, before sliding in himself. He felt like he needed to make her comfortable, he could easily have left her in his classroom, but he wanted her to be happy.
Hermione subconsciously pulled Severus towards her, burying her face in his pale chest and sighing when his armed curled around her back. Almost immediately, he too drifted into a peaceful, contented sleep.