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It's a story about love and soul. Hope you enjoy!
#chapter1. The wrong night
Each girl would think about falling in love with one charming prince no matter when they are young or of-age. Off course, sex is one essential part which will never escape their imagination even in shyness.
It's just far more out of Hermione's imagination and expectation when she shag with Severus Snape —— her tough and strict professor, also known as a notorious greasy bat and git, who is more than twice of her age and totally has nothing to do with her charming prince.
Even in this daytime, he shouted at her for her being Know-it-all. How can he suck her breasts and stuck him firmly inside her now?
It's totally insane.
How did all these crazy things happen?
She was supposed to meet Ron here. They had been in a relationship for nearly half a year and he wanted to make it a further which she totally agreed with, given to the enormous pressure from You-know-who and the coming war.
Where is he? What if he came here and saw her naked shagging professor Snape?
Sadness and fear embraced her and were dismissed by a violent and deep thrust from her professor. She arched her body and groaned out of control.
"No," she grabbed his muscular arms and begged with tears, " slow down… That's too much…"
She felt his stiffness for one second before continuous hits harder by harder.
God! He is definitely not in a right state! She thought while crying out for deadly enormous physical pleasure which she had never experienced with any of her boyfriends before. And God damned it! So she will be!
The only thing she can think clearly whilst the final time came was that he does have a huge nose.
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When Hermione woke up the second day neatly on her own bed, feeling muscles souring, recalling what happened between her and professor Snape last night, tears treaded down her cheeks to ears.
She betrayed Ron. She shagged her professor.
She even didn't know which one was much worse. Everything happened yesterday seemed like a nightmare.
Will Ron break up with her after knowing what happened? Will she be expelled for shagging her teacher? How will her schoolmates and friends look at her for her enjoying doing such dirty stuff with professor Snape?
Yes, even she refused to confess, she did lose herself last night.
He stepped into the classroom which she prepared for her and Ron, with red eyes and pale face in her surprise, and suddenly collapsed onto floor which made her both worried and afraid. She rushed to him to see what was wrong. He was in spasms, groaned, patently suffering from agony. It was that time she saw into his eyes, filled with injuries, anger and grief.
"How can you do this to me ever and ever again?" She heard him.
She didn't know what did he mean, but things started to go wrong. She winced for his freezing and coarse hand gripped tightly on hers, making her aching so much. Then the ache shifted to her heart and head. Pains there were too sharp, as if her head and heart were both going to explode. She failed to stay squatting, sucked air hard, grasped her chest and kneeled beside him. Tears gushed to her eyes. Groans slipped out of her mouth.
"Do you feel that?" She heard him again in whine.
His spasms gradually eased and hands were getting warm before he held her into his arms. She couldn't get his meaning. Her mind was so confused. But staying in his chest did make her pain less, so she didn't struggle.
"I feel this all the time." He said softly near her ear in despair.
She mewled, "Why am I so terribly sad and painful?"
"Cause my love," he heaved a sigh, touching her face so gently and sadly, " I am."
He started to kiss her, as if feather sweeping her lips. Warm honey flowed in her veins with his touching. Everything seemed so right at that moment. However, as the bloody truth was, everything went wrong.
Mercy Merlin, no matter what happened, she should have stopped it. How could she be that slutty?
Fear, disgust, regret and sadness mixed with vast humiliation made her too tired to get up and walk into the light.
"Hermione," Lavender asked out of her tent, "Have you prepared? Are you alright?"
Hermione knew it was time for breakfast, but she just couldn't make it. She even felt a great rush of sickness.
She preferred to burying herself in bed and dying here alone rather than facing her boyfriend and the man who fucked her last night.
She had never thought that her doom would come earlier than the war.
"Hermione?"
"Yes."
But no. She can't make anyone know the thing about last night, even Ron…
She dabbled her eyes with her palms, tried her best not to leak out anything.
"Yes." She repeated as calmly as she could pretend, "You go first. I will catch up on you."
That's it. She will take everything happened yesterday as a nightmare. No thinking. No mentioning. No third one in this world would know.
She grimaced, or what else could she do?