It was nearing 8 o'clock at night when Hermione was in the midst of the restricted section of the library looking up a particularly interesting book of for her charms research paper. Finally, she came to the section with titles starting with the letter 'D' and she began her search through the packed shelves of books. After a five-minute search through half of the books in the section she came across her targeted book for Charms. It was nearly out of her reach so she stood on her tip toes and strained with her fingertips to grab hold of it. The book finally fell into her grip, but as Hermione lowered the book, the one next to it tumbled to the floor with a loud BANG!
"Oh shoot!" Hermione whispered to herself, hoping she wouldn't be reprimanded by Madame Pince for making such a ruckus. She looked down at the book and saw it had fallen open to a random page. She quickly bent down to pick it up but immediately froze as she caught a glimpse of her own name printed in the book. With great curiosity she picked the book up and started to read the page it was turned to.
Hermione quickly got down on her knees and started to unbuckle his belt. She made fast work of loosening his trousers and sliding his pants down with them to reveal his large, throbbing erection. Gleefully Hermione stared in awe at his cock and then leaned in and started to lick the very tip of the pink head, tasting the bitter, hot taste of his precum.
"That's my good girl. Yes! Go on, suck my cock Miss Granger." Snape's deep voice purred as he grabbed her head and guided her mouth onto his sex. Hermione could only hum in ecstasy as he said these words of praises…
Hermione snapped the book shut in complete shock, her cheeks burning red and her face full of embarrassment. What was this she just read? And how was this book in the school library? Who could have written about her; about her and Snape no less? Quickly her eyes jotted across the title which read, Desires of the Unconscious Mind: A Look into the Deepest of Desires Unknown.
Hermione stood gaping at the title still frozen in the isle of the restricted section. Deepest Desires? She thought to herself. No way did she have any inkling of desire to give Snape a blowjob. Where on earth did this book ever conjure such a sick idea?
Suddenly an isle over she heard footsteps approaching her and with the fear of being caught with such a book and the fear of someone else finding it and reading it, she quickly shoved it in her bag and made to walk away. Madam Pince appeared in the isle and asked if Hermione was finding everything alright and was concerned when she heard a loud thud coming from the isle.
"Umm, yes Professor, I just found the book I was looking for. I'd like to check this out please." Hermione said holding up the book for Madame Pince to see and hoping beyond all hope that her face was still not flushed with raw embarrassment and confusion.
"Very well, Ms. Granger. Follow me." Madam Pince said turning and waving her along. Once she finished checking out the book she went to make a b-line out the library and go to the common room to inspect the book further. However, as she made her way to the door, a voice called out to her in a harsh whisper.
"Oiy! Hermione!" Ron beckoned her to the table where Harry and Ron sat. Hermione made her way to the table, her mind still completely on the mystery book smuggled in her bag.
"What is it?" She asked quietly, looking at the two of them.
"It's barely 8 o'clock, you already leaving the library?" Ron asked curiously as Hermione was never the first to leave the library so early into the night.
"Yeah, plus I thought maybe, as you mentioned at dinner, we would all finish that potions' essay due tomorrow." Harry said in hopes that Hermione would help bale them out of what could only be described as a grueling and lengthy essay for their least favorite teacher.
However, at the mention of potions class, Hermione was instantly triggered back to thinking about Professor Snape and the erotic text in which she had just read of him. Distracted by this thought Hermione answered, "Oh, umm, well, you see, I thought I might be more comfortable in the common room. I umm just picked up this new book for Charms and was hoping to read a bit of it…" She trailed off hoping she was sounding convincing.
"Well, I know I'd be more comfortable in the common room." Said Ron. "C'mon Harry lets go." He said packing up his nearly blank parchment, ink, and quill.
Hermione wasn't sure she wanted Harry and Ron to be around when she read the text, it would be quite obvious that she would be completely embarrassed and consumed with the book labeled Desires of the Unconscious Mind. So, despite her burning need to further investigate the book she decided it best to just try and act normal and help Harry and Ron write their essays.
Three hours had gone by and the boys were nearly finished with their assignments. Feeling she could wait no longer, Hermione feigned a yawn and a big stretch and said she was ready to turn in for the night. With a quick bid goodnight to her friends she paced herself up to the dormitories, trying not to look suspiciously fast as she climbed the stairs. Lavender and Parvati were already in bed and they both looked like they were already well asleep. So Hermione carefully removed the book from her bag and sat on her bed staring at the front cover. She was caught in between a mix of searing curiosity to read every page cover to cover, and a fear that paralyzed her from so much as turning to the first page.
After a moment, she took a deep breath and reached for the book. She turned to the first page, and it was full of text. She, with what courage she had now summoned in her, began to read the story:
Hermione laid out on the big bed, completely naked in front of Snape. She was torn between looking at his shirtless torso, where he was taught and muscular and the mischievous grin he had on his face-making her feel both excited and nervous. He clearly was planning something, but she wasn't quite sure what the night had in store for her.
"What are you going to do to me, sir?" She said feigning innocence, hoping he would ravish her all night long.
"Well first," Snape said coolly, his voice like glass, "I think I'm going to have to tie you up." He said flicking his wand lazily as invisible rope captured her wrists and pinned her arms above her head to the headboard. She tried to resist it but found she was stuck. Her breath began to feel shallow in her lungs.
"Feet too." He said with another flick of his wand and again the invisible ropes tied her feet to the bed posts; her legs spread wide open. She could feel a trickle of her excitement slide past the outer lips of her pussy as she tried to steady her breath.
"My, my pet, your practically leaking all over my sheets. You're such a naughty girl getting excited to be tied up, aren't you?" He purred, his voice clearly full of satisfaction of her lust.
"Yes, sir." her voice was shaky as she laid spread open to him. She began to smell herself and gave a nervous shuffle as she tried to hide the musk of her own passion. However, to no avail did she conceal anything to him, as she was too tied down and his keen senses already knew how turned on she was.
He leaned down and crawled his way up to her on the bed. He stopped when his mouth was right above her leaking pussy. He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath as if smelling something delicious he was about to eat. She shuddered and only hoped he was about to put his mouth to her dripping cunt.
He opened his eyes and retorted, "My god you smell amazing, pet. I can't wait to taste this amazing little pussy." His hot breath was tickling her clit and she squirmed in anticipation, needing his tongue on her mound immediately.
"Mmm, I'm going to lick this beautiful cunt tonight." He said looking down at her folds in admiration. "But I'm not going to lick it just yet." He said retreating from her twitching snatch. Hermione let out a pained groan as he slithered his way off the bed to stand in front of her once more.
"Please Severus! I need you!" She said whining.
"Almost Pet, but I think something is missing." He said as he went over to the side table and pulled out a blindfold. "I think this should make things a bit more interesting." He said as he sat next to her and tied the black linen over her eyes. Her world went dark and her heart picked up its pace even more.
"You see you'll find everything more intense." She felt him leave the bed and she tried to follow his voice. "Every little touch," He said and she felt his rough fingers lightly touch her lower stomach right above her snatch. "Is electrifying."he finished.
She shuddered at his touch and felt her nipples go hard immediately. He was right, the blindfold had intensified every sensation. He was quite and she wasn't sure where he was. She tried to shift as her body was uncomfortable waiting for his touch in agonizing anticipation.
Suddenly she felt his lips kissing her neck and she let out a surprised gasp at the touch of his hot tongue on her skin. He painstakingly made a trail of hot sloppy kisses down her neck and to the top of her breasts. He teased his mouth just below and around her nipples, but he never quite touched them. She tried arching herself higher, hoping to make her swollen peaks come in contact with his hot mouth.
To her disappointment he pulled away and she felt him leave her side. She let out another strained groan, tossing her head back in agony. She heard him laugh-not a sound she heard often-and she lifted her head trying to pinpoint where he was standing over her.
"My god Love, you're just so much fun to tease." He said as she suddenly felt him stroking her inner thighs. Her body broke out in a small shudder that traveled up her spine and outwards.
"But maybe I'll take pity on you." He said and suddenly she felt his warm hands on her her slit. She took in a sharp breath of shock and a loud moan fell past her lips when she felt his fingers graze over her clit. Then his fingers trailed down her soaked slit and she felt him slip two fingers in her opening. He practically purred as he slid his fingers over her velvet walls that were slicked over in her fluids.
"My God girl, you're dripping for me. You love this." He purred.
To her horror he slipped his fingers out of her and his touch left her momentarily. In mid moan of protest he quieted her with the very two fingers that had just been inside her. She felt him slide his glossy fingers over her lips and then parted her mouth to let in his long fingers. She tasted her own arousal as she sucked on his long fingers.
"Yes, suck that sweet pussy juice off my fingers. That's it." He cooed into her ear. She moaned around his fingers.
Once they were clean he leaned down and kissed her, he himself tasting the residue of her passion still lingering on her soft lips. He trailed his hand down her body and climbed on top of her making his way downwards once more. He kissed tenderly at her jaw and then down her pulsing neck. His soft kisses turned more passionate and intense as he licked over her aching bosom, her nipples still hard as pebbles. With relief she shuddered as he took her right peak into his mouth and swirled his tongue. Slowly he trailed over and paid the same attention to her left breast. She moaned softly both in ecstasy and in need and she felt her pussy throbbing in anticipation. She needed his touch so badly she thought she might completely come undone if he didn't touch her there soon.
To her excitement she felt him moving downwards as he trailed over her abdomen and her lower stomach with his tongue and lips. Finally she felt him hovering over her aching pussy and waited for his touch. To her relief he lowered his head and drew his tongue flat against her slit, all the way upwards to her clit. When his tongue glided over her throbbing clit her whole body quivered and shook.
"Oh my god…" She panted, throwing her head back, lost in ecstasy. He lapped up her juices, taking her manic panting as encouragement. Then slowly he pushed two fingers past her swollen pussy lips and rubbed her inner ridge with a 'come hither' curl of his fingers. Then he continued to suck at her clit.
She was quickly coming undone, having been frazzled from his teasing earlier and now having his electrifying touch on her pussy had her going over the edge quickly. He started to fuck her tight cunt with this fingers and with his other hand he grabbed upwards and pinched her right nipple hard. Hermione let out a shriek as she felt her orgasm crescendo. Finally she snapped and went off the edge, her body burst and convulsed in euphoria.
"Unnnnhhhhh!" She moaned as she coated Snape's face with her quaking pussy juice. His tongue and fingers did not stop until her orgasm finished to completion.
She came down off her high and Snape extracted his fingers. He kissed her clit one last time, sending a slight shiver and after shock through her body. He climbed his way on top of her, and she was happy to find that he had taken his trousers and pants off as she could feel his rock hard cock nestled onto her sensitive quim.
Without warning he lifted the blindfold off of her and she was happy again to be reunited with the sight of his face. He kissed her forehead, then her cheeks, and then lastly her mouth. She lay there with her arms and legs still strapped to the bed, feeling his weight on top of her as their tongues intertwined in passion.
"That was exquisite, pet." He pulled away to whisper into his ear.
"I swear you're a god Severus." She panted, out of breath from their kissing.
"That's right and I think it's time for you to worship my cock." He said reaching down between them to rub his swollen head along her slit.
"Oh god...Severus!" She moaned.
He sat up on his knees and played still with her slit and the tip of his now angry cock. It had turned him on to no end seeing her tied up and blinded, completely at the whim of his mercy. He needed to be inside her. Now.
"You sure you want this cock? Hmm? Tell me how much you want it?" He said, loving how he could still tease her.
"Yes! Yes! Oh god Severus! I need you to fill me up with your delicious cock! Please!" She mewled.
"Well when you put it that way…" He trailed off as he lined up his throbbing erection to her swollen entrance. Slowly he broke past her entrance and inch by inch he pushed himself deeper into her sheath. He practically hissed at the feeling of being inside her. She was so wet, so hot, so tight, he almost exploded right then and there. Finally he was in all the way to the hilt of his cock and he took a deep breath steadying himself. She let out a desperate sob as she felt him buried deep inside her, hitting all her sensitive spots. Then he pulled himself almost all the way out and then back again, quicker this time. He slowly started to fuck her as he gently rubbed his thumb in circular motions over her clit. She bit her bottom lip as she looked down to watch as he fucked her slow and deep with his big cock.
"You like that?" He asked, sending her gaze upwards to meet his eyes as he continued to bury himself over and over deep inside her.4
"Fuck...yes." She purred. "Oh god, Severus, please! Fuck me faster!" She moaned as he tickled her clit. He sensed it wouldn't take long to get her to her second release of the night.
Thankfully he obliged and added speed to his thrusts. He grabbed both of her hips for leverage and pulled her hips upwards. She was still completely spread out before him and her swollen clit grazed his pelvis with very thrust.
He was working his way to his own release, and he sunk his fingertips into her plush, round arse. His eyes were set watching her rounded breasts swing in the rhythm of his thrusts. Her tits were tight and fully erect as he watched them hypnotically. She was so fucking gorgeous and he could watch her every move for the rest of his life.
"Fuck Severus! Fuck that's good!" She yelped and he could hear her edging closer to her orgasm in her voice. He pounded into her making sure to stroke her sweet clit with every down stroke of his cock.
"You hear that? Your fucking cunt is sopping wet. It's spilling over on my cock!" He teased her with his voice, knowing his words would seal the deal and send her over the edge. She could only moan, her mind inept of forming words at the moment.
"Are you going to come for me pet? Hmm? Come on!" He shouted pounding into her. "Fucking come on my cock!"
She yelped as she came again, her body quivering with pleasure. He felt her already tight pussy clamp down on his dick and with that he felt his balls rise and he spurted hot ropes of his cum deep inside her; her convulsing walls milking out his seed.
Once he had finished he fell down on top of her, and slowly the pair came down from their orgasms. Snape felt around for his wand underneath the pillows and flicked it. Her arms and legs were immediately released and she brought them curled around him.
He lifted his head and whispered, "That was perfect pet. You're so damn sexy when your like that." And again he kissed her on the forehead, leaving Hermione feeling like the safest, happiest girl in the world.
Hermione snapped the book shut and stared at the cover lost in thought. A rush of emotions was flooding through her. First of all, and most noticeably, she felt extremely turned on. Her cheeks were flush and her pulse was high. Had she been turned on by the rush of reading erotica or was she actually turned on by the idea of… of her and…Snape? It felt bizarre to even think his name and yet she sat all consumed, considering the thought.
Also, she couldn't ignore the fact there had been more than just sex in this story, but rather a considerable amount of intimacy. She had only ever been involved with Ron, and while there was a closeness and trust in their relationship, never had she felt the burning intimacy she had just read moments ago. Perhaps that's why her and Ron's relationship hadn't lasted. She craved a certain depth and intimacy mixed with passion that Ron seemed to lack. No doubt he was a good friend, and Hermione loved him as such, but found she didn't have deeper feelings for him.
But why was this book showing her Snape? A man who seemed inept of feeling emotion and much less being so vulnerable with another person? He was cold as stone; nothing could break through him, could it?
She laid on her back and stared up at her canopy sifting through these thoughts. Still overwhelmed with the pressure that had built up in her cunt she quietly rubbed herself to relief under her covers. Then she slipped off to sleep, bringing about a night full of interesting dreams involving her and her Potions Professor.