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These stories are written for pure fun and based off works of fiction inspired by the characters and world, I adore and admire so much.
Warning: Good ol' fashion smut and filth ahead – you've been warned.
Disciplined Dominance
The soft glow of the candles flooded the still corridors; Hermione hurriedly glided along carrying her mass of books. The grand clock chimed around the empty hallways, ten o'clock. Why?! Why had she gone to the library so close to curfew? She knew once she was there, time would be the last thing on her mind. As per usual, she had found book after book for her N.E.W.T studies, as well as others she wasn't even looking for. Now that she had taken on the position of McGonagall's teaching assistant, she had permission to utilise the Restricted Section at her own will. Resulting in Hermione finding herself in the library almost every evening. Not long after arriving tonight, her table had become a fort of books and parchments piled high. The dimming lights around her brought Hermione out of her deep concentration, as she suddenly realised the candles extinguishing themselves. Looking up at the clock, it was nine forty-five, only fifteen minutes until curfew. Where had the last two hours gone? Hermione began to panic, at the thought of returning all of the books to their shelves and making it back to the common room in just fifteen minutes.
Oh no! McGonagall is going to be so disappointed this will be the third time this week!
The Portraits on the walls complained as she rushed past them, irritated with herself for allowing this to happen again and again. Taking her usual route, the quickest to the Gryffindor common room; she pulled back the crimson curtain that led to the secret passage way. As she came to the other end of the passage, her hand froze as she reached for the curtain to step out. Voices could be heard whispering on the other side. Hermione immediately recognised the deep, rich, and admittedly enticing voice of Professor Snape, and in his reply the liquid, confident and embarrassingly sexy voice of Lucius Malfoy. Hermione's eyes widened in fright, not daring to breath and get caught; she listened closely.
'You cannot have such high expectations, Severus'
'I never expressed that I did' Severus hissed.
'They are so pathetic; I don't understand the Minister's decision to allow Dumbledore to continue for so long as Headmaster, yet alone allow him to make decisions on matters which he has no domain'.
Hermione rolled her eyes, silently sighing, of course they were bitching about how they were right and the wizarding world is wrong. Suddenly, she felt the tight grasp of fingers wrap around her shoulders, causing her to elicit a small gasp. A soft 'boo' whispered into her ear; a relief washed over her as Hermione recognised the bubbly voice of Ginny Weasley. Hermione spun around as fast as she could and slapped her hand over Ginny's mouth in a bid to be silent, remembering who was standing on the other side of the crimson curtain. She raised her index finger to her lips; Ginny's brown eyes replied in certain confusion. Slowly, Hermione let her hand drop;
"Snape and Lucius Malfoy are on the other side of the curtain" She leaned in to Ginny's ear and whispered as quietly as she could.
Ginny smirked, "Typical. Lurking around in the dark..."
Ginny was cut off immediately as the curtain was drawn back, to reveal the grey and black pair of eyes glaring down at them both as Ginny and Hermione's eyes widened in shock. For a brief moment, Hermione thought to run away but realised just how stupid an act like would appear. Sheepishly, Hermione's gaze fell to the floor, caught out of the dormitory, again, would result in a week's worth of detention for sure.
"Well, well, well. Look what we have here" Lucius Malfoy grinned.
"Ms Granger. Ms Weasley, come out at once!" Snape commanded, whilst Lucius stood with a smirk on his face.
Both young ladies stepped out of the passage way, and stood in front of the commanding presence of their current Defence Against the Dark Arts Master. Hermione's gaze stayed focused on the floor, finding herself admiring the polished dragonhide boots of Lucius Malfoy, while she knew Ginny would be looking both men straight in the eyes. She silently wished she could have the poised confidence of Ginny Weasley, but I guess that what you get when you have a mother like Molly, and six older brothers. You just know how to handle yourself among those Y-chromosomes.
"I would ask both of you to explain yourselves being out after curfew on this Thursday evening, however since it is ten past ten, you have both been officially caught breaking the rules. Twenty points from Gryffindor, each!" Snape snapped.
Ginny tutted in retort, as Hermione whispered, "We're sorry, Sir".
"Ms Weasley, return to your Common Room immediately, and do not dawdle. However, Ms Granger, I am well aware that this is your third offence this week alone, and I expect more from a Prefect. You will accompany me to my office right now!"
Hermione closed her eyes, frustrated with herself as she heard Ginny immediately pipe up, "Sir! It's after ten, surely Hermione can come see you tomorrow morning about her detention?"
Lucius sniggered. Snape glared at Ginny before replying, "Since neither of you took any care for the time prior to this meeting, I'm surprised you would bring it up as a point of contention now, Ms Weasley. Five more points for talking back".
"Quite the spirit, she has, aye Severus?" Lucius' eyes twinkled at Ginny.
Ginny crossed her arms and gritted her teeth, not wanting to cause Gryffindor any more loss than she had in the last five minutes. "Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir" she replied through her clenched jaw.
"Watch yourself, Ms Weasley" Snape cautioned.
"Perhaps you would like me to escort Ms Weasley back to her Common room for you Severus, to make sure there is no further delay in her obedience" Lucius cocked his eyebrow, and emphasised 'obedience'.
There was a silent exchange between the two men, as Lucius grinned and Snape's mouth remained in a tight thin line, as he contemplated for a brief moment.
"No Lucius, I will see you tomorrow evening. That will be all" Snape excused his friend, for all intents and purposes. Lucius shrugged, almost disappointed. "You're no fun, Sev. I'll see you tomorrow".
Hermione looked up for the first time since stepping out of the secret passage, as she saw Lucius Malfoy's shoes turn to leave. Their eyes met for a moment, as he farewelled Snape. Hermione swore she caught Malfoy wink at her. Confused, she convinced herself she imagined it.
Hermione looked at Snape, and then Ginny, awaiting confirmation for what she was expected to do.
"On your way, Ms Weasley. Come, Ms Granger! I don't have all evening!" Snape snapped, and turned on his heel heading towards the Dungeons.
Hermione quickly began to follow after him. She turned back briefly to look at Ginny as she walked away. Ginny uncrossed her arms, and rolled her eyes at the back of her retreating Professor's head, and mouthed to Hermione "Come see me after". She nodded back at her friend, and quickened her pace to keep up with the long-legged strides of her domineering Professor.
A sense of unease filled her as they silently, and briskly moved through the corridors towards Snape's office. The only sound between them was the quiet swish of Snape's cloak and Hermione's book bag bouncing against her leg.
The solid wooden door to Snape's office, swung open as he gestured for her to step inside. Hermione glanced up through her hair as she briskly passed him through the doorway. She noticed him looking down his nose, the same stern expression he always held. He gave nothing away, but she knew his contempt for the whole situation this evening was lingering beneath.
Hermione could never admit it out loud, but she always admired the unique looks, dark hair and broad, firm stature of her mature professor. There was something special about him, commendable. She had found herself of late, appreciative of the mature men that crossed her paths. Engaging in sophisticated and intelligent conversations beyond that of the Quidditch leagues and which latest witches or wizards were snogging who. These conversations always lingered in her mind, and stayed with her, as she found herself rolling her eyes, and tuning out of the gossip sessions with the other Gryffindor girls in the common room, about insignificant who's its and what's it.
Just last month, a young Professor Geralt Olsen of Charms and Transfiguration had been visiting from Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, as a guest of Professor McGonagall, had caught her eye. With his bright blue eyes, strong jaw, and dark, slightly curly hair and American accent; which she found most unusual and intriguing in conversation. Hermione found herself loitering at the end of the lessons, to try and catch him with questions she had conspired and schemed prior, to catch his attention. She knew it was but a fantasy, to be a significant person in this wizard's world, but Hermione could all but dream. Especially, late at night, when all the other girls were fast asleep, or she could sneak off to the Prefect's bathroom and charm the bubble bath in to particular well-pointed jets.
She could feel the beginnings of something starting to stir in her for months now, and the more she paid attention to these emotions, the less concentration she had for other endeavours. It was in fact, these inner swells that had her searching the Restricted Section, for charms and outlets. Hermione was well-versed with the romantic fiction novels of her Muggle world, and even some erotica. But reading about such events and actually experiencing them was where she was beginning to draw the line. She longed to be embraced, desired and even, dominated. To have all her wants and needs met through a like-minded, matured wizard. She knew she had desirable qualities; her figure was trim, her skin was supple and peachy, her breasts were petite but perky, her hair was thick and voluminous but she knew how to tame it now.
Hermione knew she had caught the attention of a few young wizards at Hogwarts, and had attempted a few times to meet her needs through these boys. They were always inexperienced; fumbling hands found their way through her blouse and up her skirt, tongues sloppily darting in and out her mouth, and a number of hands determined to push her head south in hopes of her pleasuring them. This couldn't be all that there was? There had to be more, and this is what set Hermione on her path of intimate self-discovery.
The slam of the heavy wooden door brought her back to her current reality, and imminent scolding she knew she was about to receive. She was standing behind the guest chair facing the professor's desk, awaiting further instruction. Snape glided past her, and took his seat at his desk. Almost completely ignoring her presence, he plucked his quill from its ink pot, and began writing on parchment that was already resting in front of him. Hermione stared at him anxiously, afraid to move in case she was to put another toe out of line. A minute passed before Snape, without looking at her, stated "Sit".
Without hesitation, she moved swiftly to place her book bag at her feet next to the chair and rested the two books she had been pressing into her chest since the secret passage, lightly on her lap, as she sat down. She hadn't realised she had had a white-knuckle grip, out of nervousness, on the books to her chest.
She lowered her gaze to her lap, and sat quietly again.
Snape looked up from his parchment, ever so slightly to see the Gryffindor Know-it-All, sitting demurely and quietly, eyes down and for once in her life, silent. He leaned back in his chair, keeping his gaze on her, still holding his quill in his hand. Amazed at how naturally submissive she was being in this situation. It had to be because she knew that she was in fact, in the wrong tonight. Out after curfew, multiple times in one week, extremely unusual behaviour for the Golden Girl, Gryffindor Prefect. Snape found himself intrigued by the current circumstances, and made the decision, out of curiosity to get to the bottom of this.
"Ms Granger" Hermione straightened her posture at the attention of her name, her gaze remained down.
Snape noticed her commitment to ger submissive behaviour, surely out of disappointment in herself, but it couldn't help but feel the dominant within himself rising. He began to wonder, how far he could take this. His cock twitched at the thought of having a submissive witch at his knees again.
"I find myself at a loss, catching a Gryffindor Prefect out after curfew for a third time this week? When I happen to know the sixth year Prefect's are not scheduled for patrol this week. I'm well aware that Professor McGonagall caught you on Monday, and Professor Grubbly-Plank on Tuesday and I highly suspect you were out last night, and the only reason you were not caught was because Professor Trelawney was on patrol duties".
Snape paused, waiting for a rebuttal, but one never came. Hermione's shoulders dropped slightly along with her perfect posture. If only he had his riding crop at hand, he could straighten that back up in one swot. He felt his cock twitch again at the thought of this petite brunette, kneeling naked on the floor at the foot of his bed, begging him for more.
"Nothing to say, Ms Granger?" Snape stood and began to walk around the side of his desk, towards her, "Well, since I know that deducting house points clearly is having no effect on reversing this behaviour of late, I'm curious to know what you think your punishment should be?"
Hermione opened her mouth to speak.
'Finally,' He thought ready to retort. But her mouth closed, just as quickly as it had opened. Hermione Granger, speechless? Unheard of.
Snape rested on the edge of the front of his desk, leaning back to fold his arms across his chest, and cross one foot over his other ankle. In doing so, he caught her book bag with his heel, knocking it over. Rolls of parchment began spilling out all over the stone floor, and finally her demeanour broke. She jumped to grab her belongings off the floor, suspiciously quickly Snape noticed. He bent down to retrieve a parchment that landed right besides his foot, as his hand wrapped around it, Hermione's hand grabbed the other end. They paused for a moment, their gaze meeting, both still holding each end of the scroll. Snape noticed the flush of pink that filled her cheeks, as she conceited that she wasn't getting out of this. Snape was going to look at the parchment. She had already given away too much, in an attempt to retrieve every piece and stow them back in her bag. Her eyes dropped once again, out of sheer embarrassment; she couldn't watch his reaction as he read what she had been writing these past few nights.
As he unrolled the parchment and caught the first few words written at the top of the page; there was a small heart shaped scribble with Geralt, written under it; followed by the first line of text; Exploration of the Submissive/Dominant Relationship, Snape was utterly surprised at what he was reading. He skimmed the parchment, reading words; bondage, rope-play, hard/soft limits, spanking, consensual non-con, suspension, aftercare, it went on and on. He couldn't believe it, Know-it-All Granger, did in fact, not know-it-all. However, she was wildly intrigued enough to be researching this world, his world. None of the students would ever have known the proclivities he got up to late at night, and luckily his fireplace Floo network in his personal chambers were connected to his private home in Spinners End. Only he could travel to and from Hogwarts via this Floo, but it made it easier to be gone for an evening and back again before class in the mornings.
Snape's mind began to run wild with possibilities. This witch before him had given no indication that she was even remotely interested or trying to seek him out exclusively, to explore these obvious fantasies within. But she had been caught out, by him, he who had extensive knowledge and great interest in such areas, particularly in being a dominant. Although he had not confirmed it, he had the assumption that this witch was not looking to be a dominatrix. She was naturally submissive, with all the flourish and bratty confidence she displayed among her peers, this was not the side of her she was displaying right now. She was embarrassed, and disappointed in herself, and a slight hint of shame? There was nothing to be ashamed of in this fantasy fulfilling world.
As thoughts ran wild, he let his imagination go with it. Where could he responsibly take this?
Hermione watched it happen almost in slow motion, as her bag fell and her parchments began rolling along the stone floor. She knew which parchments had been sitting on top of the pile, and were most likely the ones to be rolling away from her right now.
'No! Not now! Not near him!' Hermione dived off her seat and began gathering her papers in handfuls, as she looked around for any forgotten pieces, she noticed the scroll at her professors' boot.
"Oh no no no!" she thought as her hand snatched at it. Just as she had a firm grip on the end of the parchment, she noticed the other rough, pale hand that had hold of the other. Their gaze met, her warm brown eyes meeting the cold bitch black eyes. They were sort of beautiful in their own mysterious way. She felt the warmth rush to her cheeks as she blushed, and once again she dropped her gaze. She had never looked at the stone floor so much than she had tonight.
Hermione was embarrassed to have her deepest secret fantasy revealed, to anyone yet alone her professor, a man that all but despised her. She glanced a peak at his expression as he unrolled the parchment and skimmed. His expression did not change at all, giving no hint that he was surprised or shocked at the content he was reading. Maybe it wasn't the parchment she thought, maybe he had just picked up her transfiguration notes. She looked up, an inner sigh of relief, and stared at Snape's face. Expecting him to take his quill and begin correcting her work, as he would take great pleasure in humiliating her, even with no one around to witness it.
There was another minute before either of them said anything.
"Um, Sir? May I have my notes back please?" she innocently held out her hand.
For the first time, he looked away from the parchment and made eye contact with her again. Hermione would swear she was mistaken, but the corners of his mouth turned up ever so slightly. Just a tiny hint of a grin.
"Sir?" she repeated.
Snape paused his thoughts for a moment. Weighing up the pros and cons of the proposition he was about to make.
"Well, Ms Granger, interesting notes you have been taking indeed", he handed the open parchment back to her and waited for her to realise.
Hermione was right, there was a grin there. It had motive though. It wasn't so much a happy grin, as much as a scheming one. She took the parchment from him, and looked down. Her heart sank, she felt ill and tears were welling up behind her eyes. "Oh no!" she screamed internally.
"Sir! I can explain, I was just… studying… in the restricted section. I just happened to come across these old books ... they had … they were … well" she stammered and spluttered anything she could fill the silence, and explain herself.
Snape held up a hand, signalling her to stop rambling.
"Oh, I can see exactly what you were studying. Thorough and detailed notes, I would expect nothing less from you" the grin was still prominent across his mouth. It was most unusual.
"I would ask how you had access to these restricted books, however as I understand it you are Professor McGonagall's current teaching assistant. I am most intrigued as to what caught your attention to these new topics of study you have endeavoured upon?"
Hermione's face could have been on fire, she was blushing that hard. Holding back tears of sheer embarrassment, she was silent, searching for the right words to explain herself.
"Tell me the honest truth, Ms Granger. Explain yourself."
" I … I .. " Hermione stumbled, and cleared her throat.
"I have been thinking about exploring my own self interests of late, Sir." She paused again, "And I have been curious about this world that I had only read about in Muggle romance stories and books. I am a young woman, of seventeen. It's only natural of me to be… curious".
Hermione held eye contact with him. The grin never wavered.
There was a twinkle in his eye. He was holding back; she knew there was something he wanted to say. Probably wanted to laugh out loud in her face, she was after all just a silly, immature, inexperienced young woman. That would be the day, to see Severus Snape laugh.
Snape listened to the pretty, little thing explain herself. Of course, he knew everything she was saying was true, she was just curious. And he knew how to entice her.
"I happen to notice the name on the top right-hand corner of your parchment" he watched her closely, as her eyes looked away, off to the side. "I can only assume you mean Professor Olsen, as we do not have any students named Geralt at Hogwarts'.
"Yes, Sir" she whispered in reply.
'I'm most surprised, Ms Granger. Not to see Oliver Wood, John McDean or even… Weasley written there" he teased her, which drew the reaction of disgust from her.
"Not that I need to clarify but Oliver and I had one date last year, Ron and I are just friends, and McDean started that rumour himself, I would never date him!" she huffed.
Snape's cock twitched again, clearly reacting as she started to rise to the occasion. She was starting to wake up, and the Hermione Granger he knew well in class was rearing her head. God, would be love to set her smart aleck ways straight with his cane. He could really teach her a thing or two.
Hermione crossed her arms, and looked him straight on.
"Tell me why you wrote Professor Olsen's name there?" he cocked his eyebrow at her. He knew why, but he wanted to hear her say it out loud.
"Because I had a silly school girl crush on the man, that's why!" she huffed.
"That's right, Ms Granger. A man. You desired to seek out a man to meet your deepest desires", he leaned down close to her face.
Hermione let out a sigh. He smelled like sandalwood, and musk and masculine scents filled her nostrils as she breathed him in. It was an aphrodisiac experience, the scent of a man. Not just the sweaty, overly scented body sprays of the boys she usually had to surround herself. She exhaled out of her mouth, clearly allowing Snape to see the effect he was having on her.
She wanted to despise him for his cruel taunts, and humiliation, but she found herself unknowingly wanton of his approval. The confidence and power he exuded over her was not unfamiliar, but in this instance, alone, in the darkened chambers of the dungeon. Candle light setting an eerie, yet romantic mood.
"I am familiar with the experiences you seek, and the deepest desires you hold. I am a dominant man, who can teach you the ways you wish you gain knowledge on, so evidently. If you wish for me educate you further, tell me now".
Hermione gazed into his eyes; his serious stern face had returned. He was not joking around; he was serious in all sense. She had not realised she was lightly panting at the scent and closeness of him. Without much hesitation, her answer escaped her lips before she could overthink it, "Yes, Sir".
His actions were almost immediate. "Stand" he commanded, as he dropped his quill on his desk.
Hermione did so, without reluctance, forgetting about the books on her lap as they tumbled to the floor in front of her seat. He pulled her into his arms in a tight, close embrace, and kissed her deeply. His tongue parted her lips and dived into her mouth, smoothly and controlled. He tasted like peppermint tea, and had full control of her. She hadn't realised that he had lifted her up on to her tippy-toes and she was so lost in the amazing kiss, she hadn't felt the larger, stiffening bulge forming against her thigh.
Merlin's beard, she was tiny. He wrapped his arms around her waist completely, and pulled her up to meet his face. There was no push back on his passionate kiss, she opened for him delicately, allowing him to lead entirely. It had been years since he had a young witch take an interest in anything he had to offer, even if slightly coerced. He lifted her even higher, and felt her feet leave the ground. She raised her legs and wrapped them around his hips. Maintaining the kiss, he turned, carrying her and walked toward a door at the back of his office.
Snape silently cast the alohomora charm and the door swung open as they approached, inside was his personal chambers. He broke the kiss and set her down on a plush dark grey rug at the end of his grand four poster bed. Snape flicked his wrist, and the simmering fireplace roared to life and filled the chilly room with instant warmth. He went over to a dresser top and began to fiddle with something. Hermione took the chance to gaze around the room. The bed was large, and covered in green and black linen, with two bedside tables on either side. There was another door, slightly ajar on the right side of the room, and the left wall was covered by floor to ceiling book shelves, with two gaps for the windows as the moon light peaked through and the Hermione could just make out the soft, slow fall of the snow outside. She appreciated the roaring fire inside, upon seeing how cold it was out, this evening. In the left corner of the room sat a grand, emerald green armchair and table, just off to the side of the fire.
Snape turned back around, and handed her a small glass vile with a sparkling blue potion inside. She took it cautiously, and looked to him for an explanation.
"Praesidium potion, contraception" he said matter-of-factly. Snape sat comfortably in the green armchair, and watched her intensely inspecting the vile, standing in the middle of his bedroom, slightly dishevelled from their passionate kiss.
This hit Hermione with the sudden notion of what she had agreed to. Nervousness and excitement filled her eagerly. She sipped the potion slowly.
"All of it." Snape commanded.
Hermione tipped it all back, and was surprised by the pleasant flavour of the concoction. She placed the empty vile on the shelf closest in reach, and turned back to face Snape, sitting before her.
"I want you to tell me what you have experienced, sexually, in your… self-exploration, while you undress for me" He said so smoothly, without even a hint of unease Hermione noticed.
She knew this is the most bizarre situation she had found herself in, in a very long time, but she couldn't help wonder why she wasn't feeling nervous anymore. Just giddy with excitement. She looked at one hand and then the other, and back to Snape.
He smirked a little at her, "the potion you just took also has calming qualities to it, you are feeling more relaxed. Not something I normally offer prior to these sorts of activities, but you seemed understandably anxious".
She smiled proudly, and gave a little twirl on the spot, then kicked off her shoes, "I feel good".
"Now. Listen to me. Pay attention", He sternly commanded. "I have given you an order, and as a submissive, you must follow these without hesitation or rebuttal. If you displease me, I will punish you accordingly".
The word punishment caught her attention, and she froze. She had read about traditional punishments of spanking, canning, floggers and such, in her reading. She must have given her weariness away through he facial expression, as Snape added "we will deal with that, when we get to it".
Again, Hermione took note of the 'when', and not 'if'.
"Yes, Sir", she looked at him sweetly.
"Good girl. You will always address me as Sir, and only Sir, here, unless old otherwise" He raised an eyebrow at her, "Begin".
Hermione reached up and unhooked her cloak from the front and let it drop over her shoulders to the floor, "I have done all the basics – holding hands, hugging and kissing...", she trailed off, to reach for the bottom of her sweater and pull it over her head, "I have given hands and oral sex". She loosened her tie and slid it off her neck, pulling it through her shirt collar, "I have received oral sex". Untucking and unbuttoning her shirt swiftly, to reveal the lilac coloured bra beneath, "fingers and mouth", she heard a soft moan escape from Snape's lightly parted lips. Hemione unhooked her skirt and let it drop down revealing turquoise cheeky underwear, "I have had sex". She stood for a moment, in her bra, underwear and knee-high socks only. As she reached around to unhook her bra at the back, and slid the straps down her arms, "Twice". Her breasts fully on display, small but perky, she could feel the warmth from the fire on her bare skin, and her delicate nipples still pebbled up at the brisk night air. As she hooked her fingers into the waistband of her underwear, Snape suddenly stood up.
"Enough. Undress me" He slowly raised his arms outwards.
Hermione walked over, in nothing but her underwear and socks. She stepped up on to her tippy toes and reached to unhook his cloak. He lowered his arms and let it fall backwards, draping the armchair. He had a black dress shirt, and black pants on beneath. Hemione acknowledged the large bulge at the front of his pants, and was slightly taken aback. Excitedly, she wondered about the size of the throbbing dick being held within. The heat between her legs was rising ever present.
"Focus", he smirked at her eagerness.
She unbuttoned his shirt, as swiftly as she had done her own. Revealing a hard, pale chest, she ran her hand across it, strong and firm. Light scars across his chest and torso were evident, but Hermione knew not to place emphasis on them. She hooked her small fingers into the waist band of his pants and unbuckled them. He had not removed his boots, so she let his pants drop down themselves and then returned her hands to his black boxer briefs. He grabbed her wrists to stop her, and took her palm and placed it over his erection. Hermione let out a soft gasp and the feeling of his hardened cock, made her eagerly excited for more.
"What positions have you have sex in?" he exhaled.
"Just missionary" she panted back.
"Well definitely need to expand that" Snape groaned.
Snape sat back down in the armchair, and kicked off his boots, allowing his pants to slide off. He still had hold of Hermione by the wrist and pulled her across his lap. Her torso was resting across the top of his thighs, while her head and ass hung at either end. He kept his hold on her wrist with one hand, and raised is other to rub her behind lightly. "You have a lovely little figure, Hermione".
She was shocked at the use of her first name. He had never called her Hermione to ger face before. She didn't mind the way it sounded in his deep baritone voice.
He rubbed circles on both cheeks before giving one a quick little swot with his open palm. She jolted at the surprise contact, and let out a little squeak. "Oof" came the second swot, a little harder this time. He continued this pace, slightly increasing the intensity of the hit each time, until she was panting out of sheer excitement. 'Merlin, this feels as good as I had imagined' Hermione thought to herself.
"Tell me, Hermione, have you ever been spanked like this before?" Snape asked quietly.
"No Sir, never" she managed to get out.
"You clearly seem to be enjoying yourself, shall we up the ante? She could hear the excitement in his voice. "You should see the rosy colour your ass is turning for me".
"Yes please, Sir" Hermione replied, almost giggly. Still perched across his lap, she could feel his erection pressing into her torso. She had no view on what he was doing, but suddenly a long, wooden surface collided with her sensitive backside.
"This is a wooden paddle, Hermione. It can be quite pleasurable, allow me to demonstrate?"
He continued to swot away at her ass, continually increasing the pace and strength of the spanks. The heat between her legs was well and truly present now, she could feel a slight wetness present as she pressed her thighs together.
"You can press your legs together all you want, but don't think I can't see that wet patch on your underwear" He ran a single finger down the slit of her pussy, over the top of her underwear, provoking a long moan from her. He lightly rubbed two fingers in a circular motion, causing the same moan again, Mmm she was a wanton little slut for him.
"Kneel" he was quick to command, as she scooted off his lap and on to the floor in front of him. A cushion had appeared on the floor underneath her knees, and she realised he must have charmed it there for her. "I want you to pleasure me with your mouth, show me what you know".
Hermione couldn't hide the enthusiasm in her eyes, and she eagerly reached up for his waistband. She slowly slid the black material up, and over the bulge in front of her. Her jaw dropped as the size and girth or the member that bobbed before her. She was intimidated at first, gazing closely at the dripping wet head, angry veins of the shaft and engorged testicles. She leaned in closely, and licked the wet bead of juice that had formed at the top of the swollen head. Snape groaned at this first contact, giving Hermione encouragement to continue. She ran her tongue up and over the head of his cock, focusing on the frenulum, when it elicited deeper, more throaty groans. There was a sharp gasp when she took the whole head into her mouth, and continued to assault his knob with her tongue. She took hold of his girthy shaft in her right hand and began to pump it, with the firmest grip should manage with her small hands.
Snape watched her intently until she took his whole knob in her mouth, and he threw his head back on the armchair. It had been months since he had been with a witch like this. Merlin, did it feel just as good as ever. He couldn't help to chuckle internally, at the thought of how he wished he could shut Granger up over the years. Never did he imagine his cock filling her mouth entirely to do just that.
She continued like this for a few minutes, finding a rhythm they both seemed comfortable with, although he wasn't giving her any indication, he wasn't enjoying himself. She was slightly taken aback when he grabbed her by the shoulder and pushed her back from him, and stood up.
"On the end of the bed. Go" he panted. He felt himself building inside, and decided it was too soon. If he peaked now, he wasn't sure he would be able to pull himself back together for a second round.
Hermione backed towards the edge of the bed and sat down. Snape picked up the cushion and dropped in front of the bed. She realised where this was going, and lay on her back so she could hook her fingers through her waistband to slip her underwear off. Snape kicked off his boxers, before dropping to his knees in front of her, and reached up to place his hands over hers, and take her underwear off. She lifted her bum off the bed, attempting to make it smoother. He threw her underwear off to the side, and pulled her back towards him with her hips.
"Hands under your head, and do not move them". She bit her lip, and looked down at the dark-haired head disappearing between her legs. He peaked up at her as he settled his mouth over her clit, sucking lightly. The satisfied moan that escaped her lips, as he made contact with her was heaven to his ears. He ran his tongue, and continue to suck slightly harder on the sensitive nub of nerves. He brought one hand up under his chin, and teased her entrance with his index finger. Circling her hole, slowly, she was soaking wet already. She was so turned on; he was sure there was going to be a wet patch on his quilt when he was done. He rose up off the floor, and hovered over her, bring his mouth up to her nipples.
They made eye contact again, briefly, her eyes were filled with want and desire. She was biting her lip hard, so much so that when he slid his finger inside of her for the first time, she moaned releasing her lip. There were teeth marks imprinted along her bottom lip. Luckily, she moaned loudly, and masked his own groan of desire. Snape couldn't believe how wet she was, all he could think about was plunging himself into her wet folds. But he needed to show restraint, he needed to be the best she could experience. Although, it couldn't be that hard of a conquest, considering she had only been with boys up until him.
He massaged her walls, adding more fingers when he felt she was ready. When he had gotten to three, he could feel her tightening around him and knew she was getting close. He moved his thumb to her clit again, and began circling the sensitive little bead all over. Her breathing quickened, and her pants became uneven. "Oh, Sir! I'm close... I'm so … I'm" she couldn't get it out.
"Come for me" he whispered, and she fell apart under him, fistfuls of her own hair in her grip.
"Good girl" he panted in reply. His cock was aching; wet, long angry veins, and throbbing. He held her under her arms and hoisted her up further on to the bed, so she was resting among the feather pillows. He positioned himself over her, while she regained her composure.
When she realised what he was doing, she cheekily added "I thought you promised me expansion on positions".
The elusive grin returned, ever so briefly to his mouth. "Oh yes, I will. But I'm afraid I'm going to have to ease you into my cock. I don't want to scare you away", He stared down at her for a response.
She wiggled her hips under him, willingly. Looking into his eyes, she didn't think they could get any darker. The blackest shade of black possible. There was something primal about them, and being here with him. She liked this vulnerable state, knowing she could be over-powered, and at his for his pleasure, or disposal anytime. Hermione had never had a chance to feel this way with the other boys she had been with. It was always about warming them up, and then a quickie in a secret alcove or hidden spot around the school. Never in the dorms, never in a bed like this. It really made all the difference, to have someone experienced, take care of and acknowledge your needs.
"Ready?" Snape cocked an eyebrow; Hermione bit her lip again, and nodded. "Tell me with your words".
"Yes please, Sir" Hermione smiled, and surprisingly, the grin was returned.
Snape used his hips to spread her legs wide, and lowered himself so he was at her entrance. He positioned the head of his cock, resting against her folds and heard her gasp at the contact. He paused there, and leant in to kiss her once again. As they kissed, he slowly thrusted himself forward. Merlin, she was tight. They both groaned together, into each other's mouths, as she stretched to accommodate him. He was filling her, fully and wholly, her eyes rolled back in to her head. It was painful, but not unbearable, the good kind. When she thought he must be completely sheathed in her, he kept going, she couldn't believe his length even though she had seen it, up close and personal. When they eventually came together, Hermione released the breath she had been holding in, panting her exhale. Severus also exhaled, releasing sounds of pure pleasure.
"You feel unbelievably amazing" he moaned, as he began to pump his hips in, and out. Setting a comfortable rhythm for them both. He felt her relax beneath him, her hands still behind her head. He hadn't told her to move them, he was surprised she managed to keep them up. He began to thrust harder, hitting deeper. It was then she cried out a surprised, "Agh!", and her hand grabbed hold of his bicep, to brace herself. He didn't stop, or slow down, just grinned at the coincidence. Her grip was firm on his arm, and she wasn't letting go. He didn't mind.
"Ready for more?" his voice was gruff through his panting thrusts.
"Mmmore" she let out, and looked up at him again. She let go of his arm, and pulled the back of his head down to her again. She kissed him, this time pulling his mouth to hers and let out a little squeak when he bit down on her bottom lip. He gave a small chuckle at her response.
He slowed his thrusts, and sheathed himself fully inside of her again. Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her close and suddenly rolled over. Hermione surprised by the change of location, found herself resting flat on his stomach. Placing his hands under her arms again, he slowly pushed her into a sitting up position. Merlin, he felt even bigger in this position! Hermione closed her eyes, and slowly began to move naturally with his hips encouraging her. She felt more in control being on top, but discomfort when his knob collided with her cervix. She adjusted, by leaning forward towards him. Resting her hands on his shoulders, he brought his head up to lightly suck on her nipple again. Hermione couldn't describe the pleasure she was experiencing from this newly adjusted position. She began to grind her clit on his mons, and could feel herself building quickly. The simultaneous pressure on her clit, and the feeling of his thick girth thrusting in and out, was unrivalled. She didn't bother to announce herself, and just let her climax shatter around her, with the softest, most desirable moan she had built up inside. She collapsed on top of his chest, lightly panting as she composed herself.
Snape watched as she climaxed on top of him, and then found his face smothered in a matt of brunette thick curls. He helped her slide off of him, and then on to her front. She closed her eyes and lay flat on the bed, but she was in for another surprise. There was no time for rest yet, not with his dick slick, and dripping in her juices without his own release.
He moved behind her and pulled her ass up in to the air on to her knees. He lined himself up with her soaking wet pussy, and plunged into her fully. He didn't bother to warn her, or go slowly, he needed this and he was so ready to go at his pace. A tight hold on her narrow hips, and he was off. He slapped her ass cheek between thrusts, loud and flat palmed swots. Her eyes snapped open, and she cried out in the shocked intrusion, 'Oh, Merlin! Oh, Severus! Agh!'. He heard her clear as day, sing out his first name, and it was hot. He liked the way she said it, and wanted it again. "Say it again" he commanded between his rough, hard, deep thrusts. "My name, Hermione. Say it".
"Oh, Severus! Yes, Sev! Yes!" She declared, half muffled into the pillow and her hair.
Hermione's orgasm was building again, and fast. She wasn't going to hold much longer, and she could tell by the heavy panting behind her, Severus was close too. She reached between her legs and began to circle her clit again, trying to recreate the same pressure she felt by grinding against Snape's mons. Snape began to slow his thrust down again, to deep, hard, long ones, as she heard him choke up a little, and knew he was about to cum. He stilled and groaned aloud, spilling himself inside of her from behind. She was very vocal this time around, and let all her emotions out as she climaxed, and her walls contracted around him, milking every drop he had.
He pulled out of her, and collapsed on to the bed beside her. He was spent, utterly and completely empty and yet, also fulfilled. He lay on his back, with his head turned towards her. Hermione remained on her front, with her face pressed into the pillow. She reached up and brushed a mass of hair out of her flushed face. Her breathing had returned to normal, and her eyes had a shimmer about them. She grinned a cheeky smile at her professor, who returned the grin again. It was nice, this new found expression he had to show her.
Snape felt the tiredness taking hold of him, his eyes felt so heavy.
"The bathroom is through there" he pointed to the door on the right wall, "if to wish to fresh up. In fact, you should also urinate after sex, for your own health and wellbeing".
"Just can't help yourself, can you? Always educating." She winked at him.
"I did promise to teach you more, didn't I? His eyes were closed, but the grin remained. "In fact, that was just the introduction, we will have more to cover later".
Hermione let out a small giggle. "I will be the best student as always, Sir. When later? Tonight, or will I just have to come back for another lesson".
"More lessons. Detention even. A whole weeks' worth of evening detention. At least, now I have a good method of shutting you up" he opened one eye to see her expression.
Hermione feigned a shocked gasp, pretending to be insulted, then smiled back at him.
"It is an effect way of filling my mouth" she retorted.
"One day, I'll teach you to deep throat him. All the way" He closed his eyes again, resting peacefully on his back, next to her.
"I don't think so! Did you not notice the size difference between?" she pointed to his softening prick, and her small mouth.
Snape didn't need to look at her to know what she was referencing, "Oh, indeed I did. Don't worry, we'll work on it, during our… detentions".
"Mm hmm" Hermione sarcastically replied, as she sat up to yawn, and stretch her arms above her head. She felt different, in the best way. She looked over at the small grandfather clock on the fireplace mantle, it was eleven-fifty at night. Hermione debated about trying to hurry back to Gryffindor Tower, or just staying here with this man, as long as he would have her. Ultimately, she decided on option two, it's not like Severus had asked her to leave yet. His breathing had changed, and she realised he must have passed out into a light doze. Hermione swung her legs off the side if the bed and pointed her toes to stretch out, before heading towards the bathroom.
Hermione left the room silently, with a small smile on her face.
Once inside, she closed the bathroom door ever so quietly. She leaned on the door, for a brief moment and sighed with a satisfied relief. She has indeed enjoyed that lesson, a lot more than she had been nervously anticipating. The past four nights of intense reading in the restricted section browsing, had not compared to the act itself. It was everything she had hoped and more. Even with the most unsuspecting of partners.
Only when she allowed herself to focus on it, did she feel the burning sensation below. The dull throb.
Although, she had definitely had sexual encounters before tonight, none had compared in duration, size or experience. A small smirk escaped her lips once again, as she thought back to earlier this evening, when she thought detention was going to be the worst-case scenario. The light spanking, she had endured earlier, bent over his lap had been a pleasant substitute.
She moved to the shower and turned the taps, as the water began to cascade down and the steam filled the room. Another happy sigh escaped, and she bent down to remove her grey knee-high socks that had fallen down her slim calves to pool around her ankles.
Something had shifted within Hermione; her lioness had risen up and roared. She was satisfied.
As she stepped in to the warm water, allowing it to run down her thick mane of hair, her face and neck, and down her back. Feeling the tingle of the warm against her skin, the fuzzy-feeling within prickled from inside out. She gasped as the water came in contact with her raw, and sensitive area below. Her hand immediately ran backwards, in an attempt to shield and soothe her soreness.
Hermione jumped as a tight grip, wrapped itself around ger wrist. The sound of the water cascading down her head had muffled the sound of the professor entering the bathroom. She attempted to turn around, as her shoulder came in contact with his hard chest. Peering over her shoulder, a nervous smile tweaked at the corners of her mouth. A shower lesson could be in stall for her and she would happily continue to take any lesson he would be willing to provide.
"If the water is too hot, it will aggravate instead of soothe", he cupped her ass cheek in his other hand, still holding her wrist tightly with his right.
"Yes Sir. Thank-you" was the first reply the came out. Momentarily stunned, at the vulnerable position she found them both in, without the imminent act of penetration present. It was kind of nice.
"Pump some soap in to your hand", he directed, "from the left one".
Hermione leaned forward, and pressed the left dispenser, of three, on the shower wall, twice. A green shimmery soap pooled in her palm. It smelled delightful. And she immediately associated the smell with her Professor, when he had been on top of her, behind her and all over her. What a sensory experience these lessons had also been.
"Rub your hands together, and start from your décolletage and work your way down", he released her wrist, and placed both his hands on either side of her hips. Pulling her closer to him in the process. She couldn't help but feel the bludge of his semi-erect manhood growing against her behind. This could only be positive sign.
Silently, she rubbed the delightful smelling wash over her chest, arms, breasts and torso. As her hands moved down her body, two hands came from behind and began to lather her breast, tweaking her nipples and cupping both breasts in two large handfuls. The tight squeeze, made Hermione moan out loud, and she dropped the tension she didn't realise she was holding in her shoulders.
A small smirk from behind hit her ears, as he closed the gap between them. He pulled one slightly lathered hand around behind, and ran it down her ass. Lightly and soothingly cleaning and massaging her rear. A small bit of soap stung, as it made too close a contact with her raw rear entrance, before the water washed it away again. A hiss had already escaped her lips, and almost immediately the other hand moved from resting on her hips to reach around and flick her sensitive, delicate clit. As quickly as that hiss had escaped her lips, a moan had replaced it.
As his right hand moved from her ass to resting on her torso, the left began circling her clit, slowly and timely. The tingling feeling inside was coming up from the depths again, and her skin continued to prickle all over. Her breathing increased, and small moans left her lips every now and again.
The skills of these knowledgeable and mature hands, moving over her clit, arousing these intense feelings, allowing them to build up and up. Nothing had ever compared to this, not her own and definitely not the other boys before. Majority of the time, they had absolutely no idea of even remotely locating her clit and would usually settle to either side of it. The frustration that would ensue, often lead to her pushing along their trysts to penetration, in hopes of allowing herself some pleasure.
But this, the professors lessons, this was everything she desired.
She wanted more and more.
As his hands moved, expertly applying pressure, Hermione allowed herself to let go and released a primitive long groan of absolute pleasure. Prompting, a similar enjoyable moan to escape Snape's lips. He was enjoying this too. The feel of her breasts, the softness of her skin, the knowing that her pussy was still as sensitive and stretched from the girth of his rock-hard manhood. He had done that too her, and she had liked it. She had stayed, didn't she? He had offered her a way out, but she stayed. But here she was, and willing to return to him again.
Sexy, little minx Gryffindor, taken by his rough Slytherin ways. He was glad she was still here, all the possibilities of the night to come. He knew he would be buried deep inside her again. He needed to. The thought of it made his cock pulse with desire, even under the running water of the shower, he knew his knob was wet with his juices.
By now all the soap had rinsed off, down their bodies and run down the drain.
Hermione was so close; she knew her orgasm was building and that's when the hands suddenly disappeared from her body. The exasperated sound that came out of her, made Snape chuckle.
He stepped out from the shower and waved his wand and was instantly dried himself. However, he then picked up a fresh towel from the rack and motioned for Hermione to step out the shower.
"Come here" he held it open.
Hermione enjoyed drying herself off with a towel, it was a satisfying muggle habit. Only if she was in a hurry, or feeling lazy would she dry herself with the Siccatio Sagenarum spell.
The towel was large, soft Egyptian cotton and warm, he must have charmed his towel rack. Hermione wrapped it around her and noticed as Snape stood proudly, freshly showered, naked in front of her with his hard and large manhood erect.
"May I, Sir?" Hermione glanced down, and back up to make eye contact with him.
"You may." He raised his hand up to her cheek, and guided her into kneeling in front of him, placing both his hands on either side of her head. "Please me".
Coming face to face, once again with his engorged, mature cock, in the subtle lighting of the small bathroom, the humidity in the air from the hot water. This all felt so sensual, and the mood hung there, with anticipation. A tiny drop of dick juices emerged from the head, slowly running down the tip. Hermione leant forward to catch the drop on her tongue, flicking it from the underside, up.
He took a sharp breath in at the contact.
Hermione smiled and then engulfed the whole head of his hard cock, in her warm mouth at the same time taking a firm grip on his shaft and pumping her hand. Not too roughly, but tight enough to induce the drawn-out groans, she desperately wanted to hear. She wanted to please him and she wanted to hear him. The sound of his deep voice calling out from the pleasure she was giving, made her pussy wet.
As she bobbed her head, back and forth along with the pumping actions of her hands, her towel began to fall away. Landing on the floor around her feet. Both of them, naked once again and engrossed in this pleasurable moment.
In one movement, Snape pulled his cock out of her mouth and grip, and knelt down to scoop Hermione in to his arms. She knew she wasn't the heaviest, but he was strong. Who would have known? His form was always hidden under the large dark cloaks and robes.
In a few seconds they were back in the bedroom, and Snape was lowering her on to the bed. She scooted back a little, so when she leaned backwards her head rested in the middle of the large feather pillows. He stood at the end, black eyes piercing her with his gaze.
He was slightly panting from blow job he had been receiving, and enjoying only minutes ago.
"Perfection" he finally whispered, looking upon her lying on his green bedding.
He crawled up to her, and lowered his head between her legs. He could smell the scent of her aroused, wet sex and it took everything not to disregard his initial plan and plunge his throbbing cock in to her soaking wet pussy. He paused before making any contact, and looked up and this sweet young thing, completely naked and flushed from all the excitement, willing and at his disposal.
He blew lightly on her clit, and the contrast between her hot body and the cool air made her shiver and instinctively try to close her legs together. Using his shoulders, he stopped her and ever so slowly, lowered his mouth and flicked his tongue over her clit. The quick contact on the bundle of nerves made Hermione gasp. And Snape, pleased with the reaction, set to work lapping at her soaked privates, paying close attention to his tongue and her clit. He slipped a single finger up in to her, and felt her clench at the intrusion. She was so sleek, so warm, so wet.
He couldn't take it anymore. After all, she was here to be taught by him. Her ragged breaths and heavy sighs, told him that she was also growing closer to her own climax. In one swift movement, he pulled himself up on top of her and bit down on the nape of her neck.
He lined himself up, between her legs. He nudged the tip of his throbbing, wet cock at her entrance. Hermione gasped again, at the teasing contact and then smiled a small smile. He did it twice more, to get the same reaction and she happily obliged. He took hold of his shaft and dragged the head of his girth, up and down the wet entrance of her swollen pussy. Both heaving with anticipatory pleasure, he lowered his hips and slowly thrusted himself inside of her. Feeing every inch of her tight, wanting pussy stretch once again to accommodate him. They both moaned at the longing penetration.
Once he was fully, balls deep inside her, he stopped and let her become accustom to the girth of his mature manhood again. She had thrown her head back, at the initial entry and upon bringing her eyes back to meet his, he could see the flush of pink in her cheeks and chest.
Both gazing at each other, Snape began to pump his girth in and out of her, swiftly and ever increasing his thrusts. He began slamming his hips in to hers, getting as deep a thrust as he could possibly manage. Hermione cried out and the depth of his dick, hit her so hard that the pain made her wince, but very quickly tuned to pleasures. This continued for a while. Snape hard, pumping, large and heaving. Her crying out with each contact, a mixture of pleasure and pain.
God, this felt amazing, how she had never experienced this incredible wanting need to be completely filled before. She knew she could not return to the fumbling, unknowing and careless hands of the boys her own age. She needed a man. This man. This large cock.
And all of a sudden, a wash of warm, and intense feelings came over her and she cried out in utter pleasure as she climaxed, as Snape continued to pump his thick dick, into to her clenching inner walls. He pulled up, lifting her legs and hips as he did, and quickened his pace. Slamming longer and harder, straight in to her g-spot. Post-climax, this was so intense, she felt her eyes close and roll back in her head. A few more, deep, hard thrusts, and Snape came, loudly groaning. Filling her with his seed. She noticed she could feel his dick tense as his cum spurted out, hardening for moments as he ejaculated.
He collapsed on top of her, out of breath.
Head on her breasts, hands by her sides. Hermione realised she had been holding on to the wooden headboard with a death grip. Her knuckles and fingers, white from the constant firm hold she had been unable to relinquish. As she brought her arms down, and open and closed her fingers to encourage the stiffness to disperse, she placed them hesitantly on the back of his head and back.
"Mmm…Thank-you… Sir" Hermione sighed.
"Don't thank me yet, we have many more hours left in the night" He smirked.
"Mmm" She closed her eyes, and felt an immediate sleepiness come over her.
"How are you feeling?" He managed to get out.
Hermione thought about it, and to be honest, everything down there felt; swollen, raw, bruised and abused. But she didn't regret any of it. She wanted to remember this, and these feelings, particularly in her body, which could hang around for a couple days at least.
"Still sore, but I don't regret any of it" she replied, still with her eyes closed. Unsure if she could look at him in the face right now. She didn't want to see his face or reactions, anything that might influence a change in how she was feeling at this moment. Hermione felt Snape pull up, and away from her.
She opened her eyes slightly, and saw his gaze looking down upon her. She thought she sensed a slight feeling of admiration, or possibly even, respect. He brushed an index finger slightly on her flushed cheek. "Rest now, you've been such a good girl. To be continued…"
She smiled, rolled on to her side and closed her eyes, listening to the faint sound of the fire crackling as she drifted off. She could feel the residual heat below, and the wet seed dripping out of her. Snape cast a small spell, and she felt a large blanket covering her. A large arm draped over her, and she nestled back against the warm, hard body of her professor.
The next morning, she had showered and left the professors chambers early to avoid being seen by any early risers in the hallways. Returned to her room, to change and take a small nap before heading to breakfast in the Great Hall. As she approached her table, she had a glowing smile about her face.
"Good morning" Hermione announced.
"Morning" Ginny chimed, "You never came to see me last night? Did he keep you long? Did you get detention?"
Hermione winced as her sensitive rear came in contact with the hard-wooden bench.
Ginny noticed, "Are you okay?"
"I am great. Really great. Yeah, I have a weeks' worth of detention" she waved her hand, as if to say, nothing-to-worry-about, and helped herself to some juice, "tonight, and every night next week".
"I'm so sorry, 'Mione. I felt guilty the whole walk back to the common room. I'm pretty sure we only got caught out because they heard me replying to you", Ginny stressed.
"Don't even worry about it, Gin. I was out too late." She shrugged, "Oh well, I'll take the punishment I deserve".
Sipping from her goblet, listening to her friends chat away, she quietly reflected on the evening before, and with a small smile, remembered the note she had excitedly hidden within her book, stowed away in her bedside drawer, just before coming to breakfast.
"See you tonight, ten o'clock.
- S "