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I was simply listening to the muggle radio when a song that reminded me of him came on. That silly Katy Perry girl singing about "the one that got away". I didn't mean to drift off while the song played to think on my one. I mean I'm happy now with the one that stayed with me; the one that was my safety, my always going to be there. This was happiness, right? No worries, a beautiful flat in London, and a man who would do anything to see me smile. But something was missing.I felt off and I feel guilty about thinking of that summer we spent together.
SHSHSH 2 Summers Prior. SHSHSHSH
Hermione found herself wide awake once again in the middle of the night. Or morning, whichever you choose to see it. There was something about Number 12 that always had her on high alert, even years after Voldemort's demise. Hermione found herself living in Number 12 at the good grace of Harry after she and Ron called it quits. Harry moved in with Ginny just a few weeks ago to Godrics Hollow after he restored his parents' house. Hermione lived with Kreacher and whatever other Order members needed a place to crash for a night or two. Deciding it best to get up, make herself some tea, and get some work done while she was awake, she set off downstairs to the kitchen.
Hermione was just thinking about what flavor tea she would make as she was walking into the kitchen that she walked straight into a wall. Or at least that is what it felt like until she looked up. "Oh, Professor, I'm so sorry. I didnt-" Hermione was cut off.
"It's quite obvious you didn't see me, Miss Granger. You do not have to babble on," Snape snapped. He then added as if an after thought, "you should be sleeping."
"Although it is none of your business as to what I am doing up, if I could sleep, don't you think I would be doing just that," Hermione piped up feeling far braver due to lack of sleep. "Now, if you'll remove yourself from my kitchen doorway, Severus, I'd like to make myself some tea."
Before she could comprehend what happened, Hermione was pinned against the kitchen wall Severus was just standing against. "I do not know to whom you think you are speaking witch, but I do not take kindly to being told what to do." Severus whispered heavily into Hermione's ear. "I think," he continued "I will have to show you I still command respect seeing as you have forgotten in the three years since you've attended Hogwarts."
"Professor Snape, please, I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me-" Hermione whispered frantically.
"Your graveling will do you no good Miss Granger," Snape whispered again. "You have been a thorn in my side for years and I have waited for the day where your proverbial balls would drop."
At this point Hermione was helpless but she wasn't afraid at all. In fact, the proximity of the professor and the fact that she hadn't been this close to a man in months, just drove the point home even harder that she needed to be fucked. And if it had to be done against the wall and roughly by her former professor, who was she to complain? The problem was if the professor knew she wanted him.
"My, my Miss Granger, fucked against the wall by your ex-Potions professor and Death-Eater, who could be your father. What would your friends say when they find out your cunt is soaked at the mere thought?" At this point Snape must have cast a non-verbal to divest himself of his outter frock. Without letting go of her arms, he cast another charm to divest her of her flannel t-shirt and panties. Standing there in just long cotton socks, Hermione could feel his raging hard on against her stomach.