Please note that this chapter is rated 'M', and for a very good reason. Please do not go on if you are under the age of 18.
"Miss Granger," Professor Snape greeted when she walked into his private laboratory.
"Professor Snape," She returned politely as she made her way to the workbench, where a batch of Amortentia was under a stasis spell. The three of them had returned to complete their final year of school and sit their NEWTs, the boys quite reluctantly. After some time, however, she convinced them that they would do better in Auror training if they sat their final year of school. Professor Snape had gone back to teaching, although his schedule was a bit odd now. He had organized with Professor Slughorn and Professor McGonogall to teach third year to NEWT level DADA, and only NEWT level potions, with Professor Slughorn teaching what was left.
It had taken approximately a week in NEWT level Potions for Professor Snape to pull her aside and request that she add private lessons with him to her schedule. His request had taken her greatly by surprise, but she had readily agreed, eager to be challenged. That had been a month ago, and currently Hermione was working on an experiment of sorts. He had tasked her with brewing a standard NEWT level potion, and finding a way to alter it slightly.
She had chosen to start with Amortentia, as it's use was fairly straightforward, as a love potion. She had theorized, however, that replacing powdered rose thorns with diced mandrake root would make it imitate lust, instead of love. By her calculations, the mandrake was the last thing to add, so if her calculations were correct, it would be done today.
After setting her things down, she went to his private stores and looked around until she found mandrake root, and took what looked to be a pair of legs. Bringing them back to her work table, she made quick, precise work of dicing them before removing the stasis on the potion. She had also reduced the amount of moonstone she was adding and making up for it with the mandrake. Taking out her revised instructions, she saw that the only thing that needed to be done today was to add the ashwinder eggs and mandrake, and then stir it for an hour, which she could enchant the rod to do on it's own.
Amortentia was a finicky potion, but the last steps here were fairly simple. She dropped in six ashwinder eggs, stirred twelve times clockwise and three times counter clockwise, then weighed out and added the mandrake cubes. The moment they hit the mixture, it bubbled and frothed to a deep grey colour. Frowning slightly, Hermione enchanted the rod to follow the same stirring pattern of twelve clockwise, then three counter clockwise, and sat down with a stack of third year DADA essays that had yet to be graded.
Hermione watched Snape for a moment, slashing red viciously over some poor fifth year's essay, and shook her head slightly before turning her attention to the stack in front of her. When she reached the essay belonging to Crabbe's younger brother, however, her marking began to look an awful lot like Professor Snape's. Clearly the boy was no smarter than his brother had been, as he couldn't even manage to spell 'potion' the same way more than three times anywhere in the essay. When she looked at the top, she got the impression that he was unsure how to even spell his own name, as it had been crossed out and rewritten several times.
"Good lord, no wonder you get so fed up!" She exclaimed after a while, when there was more red ink on the parchment than black, though it was a three foot essay.
"Who?" He asked without looking up.
"Crabbe. Not only can he not spell 'potion' correctly, but it looks as though he can't even spell his own name properly," she said in sheer disbelief.
Snape chuckled before replying. "How many times did he cross it out this time?"
"Twice before he decided it may be right."
"Well, he's improving," Snape said indifferently.
"I sincerely hope you treat him at least as harshly as you always did Neville, at least he could spell his own name correctly."
Professor Snape opened his mouth to respond, but at that moment the timer for her potion went off, and she quickly got up to turn it off and pull the stirring rod out. The potion had gone from a dark grey to a bright silver, instead of the characteristic mother-of-pearl. However, it had kept it's spiraling steam. She scooped some out of the cauldron and held it up to eye level, examining it carefully.
Snape followed her to the table, grabbed another ladle and took his own sample. "Replaced… hmm… rose thorns, and some, but not all moonstone for mandrake, which should make it a lust potion instead of a love potion. Very good, Miss Granger." Gingerly, he smelled the sample he was holding, and his eyebrows raised. "So far, so good. Shall we see if you have been successful or not?"
She gave him an inquiring look. "Sir?"
In reply, he summoned a dropper, and she raised her eyebrows at him. "Is it safe, sir?"
"By all means, I believe so. If not, there are bezoars ten feet away."
"I mean the -er- intended effect, sir," she said, cheeks turning slightly pink.
He nodded reassuringly as he took a very small sample from the ladle, before returning both of theirs to the cauldron. "I highly doubt that two or three drops will send us out of control, so do not worry. And also, Amortentia in it's original form has to be geared to a specific person, or it will not work. I cannot be sure, but it makes sense that this would work the same way." He held the dropper out to her, and she opened her mouth cautiously. He squeezed the dropper and she felt one, two, three drops fall onto her tongue. She considered it carefully as he gave himself the same dose, and the first thing she noticed was a strong, cloying sweet flavour. Her tongue warmed, and the sensation slowly spread through her mouth and then to her bloodstream, spreading a pleasant heat all along it's path.
She felt it begin to take effect slowly, and the first thing she noticed was her heart rate increasing. She looked up at Professor Snape and saw that he seemed to be experiencing the same effect. "Heat, elevated heart rate," she recited, to which he nodded in agreement.
She continued to watch him, and as she did, it became harder to break her eyes from his. Suddenly, there was something about his eyes that she couldn't look away from. Where before they seemed flat and empty, she now noticed that there was something deep and striking about them. She felt heat begin to pool in her lower belly, and her breathing deepened. He broke their gaze to let his eyes wander down her figure, and a part of her brain recognized he was checking her out. Normally that would have disturbed her, but right now it didn't seem all that important. In fact, it seemed like an incredibly good idea.
Her eyes slowly raked down his body, focusing on his high cheekbones and strong jaw before following the contours of his neck down to his wide, strong shoulders and broad, chiseled chest. His robes fit him tightly and she was overcome with the urge to feel the muscles they were masking. Her eyes continued downward, falling on a trim waist and slender hips. Heat flared through her when she noticed that his trousers were beginning to tent, and suddenly she simply had to touch him, because it felt like every second they were not was physically painful. He seemed to have the same idea, because they began to approach each other at the same time. She looked up into his eyes, his beautiful, endless black eyes and found them scorching with heat.
He backed her against the wall until they were chest to chest, and his hand came up to caress her neck gently. Flames leapt across her skin where he touched her, and when she grabbed his neck to draw him down for a kiss, he did not resist. When their lips touched it was as if someone had thrown gasoline on a flame, and suddenly she did not know, did not care, whose hands were whose as long as they did not stop, could not stop. He pushed her mouth open and thrust his tongue inside, tangling it with her own. Her breath caught and her hands shook as they found the clasp to his robes. His large, strong hands trailed down her body, grasping her hips firmly and pushing his erection against her abdomen. The moan that escaped her throat was entirely beyond her control, and he growled in response.
She felt him stoop down, and the next thing she knew his hands were grasping her butt, making her wind her legs around his hips as he carried her through the door to what she assumed were his private quarters. Gently, he laid her down on his bed, a four poster with a black frame and emerald bedding, and lowered himself on top of her. Her mind was deeply clouded as she felt his hand trail down her body and grasp her breast firmly, running a thumb over her nipple and kneading as she arched into him. His mouth broke from hers to trail hot, wet kisses and nips down her throat to her collar, which he tore open before continuing downward.
Hermione began removing his robes and frock coat, but the long line of buttons seemed impossible in her frantic need. Snape growled in frustration, before grabbing his wand and waving it quickly. In a split second, their clothes were folded on the dresser, leaving them both fully naked on the bed. Hermione let her hands run down his shoulders and across his chest, tweaking his nipples on the way down before settling on his hips. Wetness was soaking her and she needed him inside her, felt as though she would be torn apart if she didn't have him right then.
"Please, Severus," she begged. "I need you." His mouth found hers, hot and wet as his hands continued to assault her breasts, thumbing and rubbing her nipples until she was whimpering with need. She felt his erect penis brush against the inside of her thigh and instinctively spread her legs wider, begging him without words to take her. His left hand went behind her head as his right trailed downward, brushing against her clit before pushing a single finger inside her. She bucked her hips hard, grinding against his hand as he pushed a second finger in to join the first.
After several slow thrusts, he withdrew his fingers and grasped himself, placing the weeping head at her entrance and looking her in the eye. "Are you ready Hermione?" He asked her in a deep, silky voice that made her, if possible, even wetter.
"Gods yes, please Severus!" She groaned desperately. He covered her mouth once more and kissed her fiercely, waiting until she was sufficiently distracted before pushing into her in one quick, smooth stroke. She yelped into his mouth, pain lancing through her small body at the sudden intrusion, and he held himself perfectly still, hovering over her while she adjusted. Soon, she moved her hips against his experimentally, and he pulled out to the tip before pushing slowly back into her. Her back arched as he touched something deep and wonderful inside her, another moan escaping her. He repeated the action again and again until she wrapped her legs around his hips and urged him faster, nails digging into the flesh on his back.
He varied his rhythm and angle until he got a loud keen out of her, and then strived to hit that same spot repeatedly. Sweat was running down his chest and face as he pushed himself faster, and she latched her mouth onto his neck, determined to leave her mark on him. He groaned deeply when she bit down suddenly and gave a particularly firm thrust, slamming himself in until their hips met. She cried out, throwing her head back into the pillows and urged him deeper.
"Harder Severus!" She cried out wantonly. He slammed into her again, harder than before, eliciting another high pitched cry. "Oh yes, please," she begged him. He obliged, picking up pace until he was slamming into her as fast as he could, losing all control as waves of pleasure built up in both of them. One hand went between them and his thumb found her clit, stroking and working as she ground into him, her release hovering right in front of her.
With one particularly hard thrust and a firm stroke against her clit, Hermione's orgasm exploded through her body with what felt like the force of a bomb, and she arched against Snape and cried out as he continued to thrust erratically as he chased his own release. Just as she was coming down from her own orgasm he found his, yelling out in his deep, silky baritone as he rode it out, and the throbbing of his member triggered her second orgasm, making her clench around him once more.
He rested his forehead against hers as they both came down and he began to soften inside her. Hermione felt as though a fog was clearing from her brain, leaving a slight chill behind even though she was sweating profusely.
She opened her eyes and gazed into the black ones above her to see that his own were not so clouded with lust anymore. Finally, enough of the lust filled haze left her mind for her to begin to comprehend just what was going on, and she felt the post-coital, blissed out grin slip from her face like stinksap. Somehow, she found the controls to the muscles of her hands and let her death grip on his shoulders go as her breathing slowed.
Hermione's hands covered her mouth as Snape swiftly pulled himself out of her body with a horrified look on his face that reflected her own feelings. "Oh no," she moaned. "Oh no. Oh no, oh no oh no no no…" She covered the rest of her face with her hands as he sat up straight, moving swiftly away from her.
She felt strong hands grab her wrists, prying her hands from her face before dragging her into a sitting position. She looked at him in fear, completely lost for words. She had just had sex with Severus Snape. The realization slammed into her like a train that kept hitting over and over again. She, Hermione Granger, had just lost her virginity to Severus Snape!
She felt tears fill her eyes as she realized that it had been her own potion to cause this. "Oh my God, Professor I'm so sorry, I had no idea it would be so strong!" She moaned in sheer mortification.
He summoned their clothes, handing her her own before speaking. "Bloody Gryffindors," he growled in irritation. "It is as much my fault as yours, perhaps more so because I am the one who suggested testing it on ourselves with no one else around. However, there is no way that either of us could have foreseen the strength of the potion." They both dressed quickly, she mortified at the situation and he with the weight of guilt on his chest.
"Go to your dorm, we will discuss this further tomorrow. Right now, it is my duty to speak with the headmistress." She gave him a fearful look, brown eyes wide and concerned.
"Won't you be sacked?" She asked him.
"Under any other head, it is likely. However, we are lucky enough to have Minerva. She will not be pleased, certainly, but she will recognize an unpredictable, unblamable situation and treat it as such." He held the door into his office open for her, and she walked quickly through to grab her things from where they were strewn on the table. "And Hermione," he began, his use of her given name making her stop and give her full attention. He sighed deeply, looking truly regretful. "I sincerely apologize for taking your virginity and violating you in such a way. I hope that you can forgive me," he sighed.
Hermione couldn't help but be touched by his sincerity. "Of course, Professor. I don't hold it against you at all, you were just as affected as I was." She paused briefly before going on, "would you like me to accompany you to the headmistress's office?"
He shook his head. "No. Although I appreciate the offer, this is a conversation that she and I must have alone. I am sure she will summon you in due time, However."
She nodded, blushing at the idea of discussing this with anyone at all, let alone the headmistress. At the door of his office she turned to him once more. "And sir?"
He gave her a suspicious look. "Yes, Miss Granger?"
She took a deep breath to steady herself before going on. "I am, erm, glad it was you, given the situation," she said softly. Snape looked momentarily stunned, but by the time he recovered, she was gone in a flash of bushy brown hair.
I would like to apologize to anyone who read this before I realized I had mixed up two fanfics and had Dumbledore involved, and not McGonogall. I hope I have everything in order now.