Hermione was doing her rounds, as was her prefectly duty when she came upon something peculiar. She saw a robe, abandoned in the middle of the corridor. She picked it up, examining it closer, noting it to be like the one Professor Snape wore on a regular basis. She jumped, startled when she heard a loud crashing nose coming from the dungeon so she set off in that direction. Soon enough she came across a thick jacket, with buttons strewn across the floor as if someone had ripped it off in a hurry.
She carefully slid past the mess, leaving it in place as she made her way closer to the dungeon. She could a crisp white shirt next, in a similar fashion as the jacket and then a singlet. The trail of clothing lead right outside Professor Snape's office and when Hermione reached it, she hesitated. Did she go in and see what was going on? He could be hurt.
She knocked on the door and heard a groan of pain in response. Her instincts kicked in and she opened the door with a flick of her wand and burst into the room only to find Professor Snape leaning against his desk, bare chested, with his slacks up buttoned and his hand stroking his cock.
Hermione stood frozen at the erotic sight of her Professor in such a compromising position, a desperate look on his face. His eyes were glassy and unfocused, sweat covering his skin as he whined with impatience as he picked up the pace.
"What the hell are you doing?" Hermione sputtered as she gained her mobility once more. His eyes flicked up to her, eyes widening in shock at being caught but he didn't stop, making her blush at his intense look.
"Help me." He groaned reaching for her and she felt a pull deep within her urging her to go to him. She felt a magic envelope her literally moving her until she was standing right in front of him and then he was upon her. His hands cupped her face and his lips captured hers and Hermione was gone. He kissed her with such passion and desperation, as if he couldn't breath and she was oxygen. Hermione had never felt so wanted in her life and she relished in the attention, the magic overtaking her mind and clouding her judgement.
Snape pushed her robes off her shoulders and to the floor, turning her around and pulling her flush up against his chest. He lowered his face to her neck, pushing her hair aside and lavishing her skin with rough sensual kisses. His hands made fists in her shirt, pulling it up and tugging on it and she moaned in response. She spun back around and wrapped her arms around his neck throwing herself into another kiss. Never in her life had she been so wanton before but she had set aside her caution and self-restraint. He ran his hands down her body, gripping her thighs and pulling her ups so that she was wrapped around his waist as he turned, reaching behind her and wiping his desk clean with a crash as all the things hit the floor. He splayed her out on the desk, leaning over her and pressing kissed down the middle of her body until he got to her pants, pulling them down along with her underwear, until her bottom half was bare.
Snape traced the line of her body with his nose, breathing heavily as he moved until his hips were lined with hers once more. Hermione looked up at her Professor with wide eyes, lust written all over her face but his eyes were closed in pure bliss. He entered her slowly, savouring the feeling of her tight heat and Hermione gasped at the intrusion. She scratched at his shoulders, wanting something, not sure of what exactly it was until he started to move. His sharp hard thrusts were powerful and demanding, and Hermione's sensitive quim was on fire as he built up the intensity. She could fell her orgasm building up inside of her and Snape groaned in her ear as her core tightened around her.
"Harder, please." She whispered into his ear, and he grunted as he complied. Soon Hermione's orgasm washed over her from head to toe, a feeling of delicate fragile euphoria encased her and she shook slightly as Snape gasped out his ending. They stayed wrapped in each other's arms as they gathered their composure back and the magic that held them faded away. Snape leaned back slightly, his hands resting at either side of her head as he looked down at her, an unreadable expression on his face. Hermione didn't know what to do as he stared down at her. She was confused and aroused and the feel of his lean muscled body pressed against hers was rather pleasant and she didn't know how to feel about that.
"I was making a potion…" Snape said, guilt lacing his deep silky voice, making Hermione shiver underneath him. "A lust potion and something went wrong. I… I apologise Miss Granger." He said and Hermione couldn't help but reach up and smooth out the frown marring his otherwise pleasant face. He looked down at her in confusion, the act somewhat intimate and not at all suited to the situation but she just smiled at him.
They stayed connected for a few more moments just looking at each other in a new light. Snape was the first to move, breaking the peaceful bubble that they had created, sliding out of her and backing away. He awkwardly buttoned up his pants, and then picked up Hermione's robe, passing it to her as she sat up. She felt an ache forming in between her legs as she stood and fixed herself up.
Surprisingly, she wasn't all that upset with the turn of events. She had always liked Snape, excluding all the times he was being necessarily mean to her to solidify his cover as a death eater. This year, coming back to the school after the war seemed to have been good for him. He was a lot nicer, less hostile when it came to his teaching methods. He even smiled occasional. Hermione had grown to think of him as her favourite teacher. More recently, she had become entranced by the sound of his voice and the way his hands handled potions ingredients so delicately; and his eyes, a deep dark obsidian that seemed to suck you in and trap you there.
"Are you all right Miss Granger?" Professor Snape asked her, placing a hand lightly on her cheek to grab her attention, but just as instantly as he had touched her, he took his hand away. Hermione stared at his hand, missing the feel of it against her skin. She felt as though she had been missing something her entire life and now she had it, but it was disappearing before her very eyes.
"Hermione." He said and at the sound of her name on his lips her eyes lit up and she lunged at him, throwing her arms around his neck and crashing her lips against his once more. He froze in surprise at the contact but soon melted against her, wrapping his arms around her waist and holding her steady to his body. Out of breath, Hermione pulled away, leaning her forehead on his as she tried to control her breathing.
"I'm sorry Miss Granger. This is highly inappropriate." He said, but didn't pull away from her, enjoying her softness and her warmth.
"We cannot do this again." HE whispered into her ear, his lips trailing her ear lobe and Hermione just nodded, not going to argue with him at the present.
She left the dungeons with a big satisfied smile on her face, a plan forming in her head as to how she would end up in the same position sometime soon.
