Our story begins on January 9, 1977, on the night that a young Severus Snape was turning 17 and became an adult wizard. Well, legally speaking. He was still immature, inconsequential and...
"Virgin!" Megan laughed at him. "I can't believe you haven't had sex yet!"
"Did you?" The brunette was surprised, as far as he knew about his friend's life, the girl was as lonely as he was in the love field.
"Obviously. Three and a half times"
Snape bit his tongue to keep from asking how it was possible for someone to have half sex, because he really didn't want to have that conversation with a girl.
The truth is that during his entire academic journey Snape had had eyes only for Lily Evans, his first and only love so far, and he had simply ignored the fact that Evans was not the last woman on earth. But even with his foolishly romantic heart, his body was still that of a teenager with purely carnal desires.
"Well, then I'm officially the last virgin Slytherin." He raised his glass in greeting, celebrating his little teenage tragedy, and Megan toasted him with an amused giggle.
They were in the astronomy tower, drinking cheap wine from plastic cups, sitting on a picnic blanket. Megan Riley was a Slytherin seventh year to whom Snape had come very close in recent months. They didn't have much in common, but the blonde was definitely better company than Avery and Mulciber. She was kind of shy and socially out of place, just like him. Maybe that's why they got along so well.
He didn't like her friendship as much as he liked Lily, clearly, but Lily refused to forgive him and the wizard was feeling more lonely than usual. So Megan's friendship had been an unexpected gift.
Another unexpected gift was the one she had given him for his birthday.
"A head massager?" - He laughed, pointing to the strange thing he had unwrapped before. "You couldn't think of anything else to give me, Megan?"
"I thought, actually," the blonde said as she poured more wine for them. "But all I was able to buy was that wine. The massager I got from my parents for Christmas."
"I will probably never use it, but thank you for remembering my birthday."
"You told me your date of birth two days ago. How could I forget?"
"And did you do it then? My birth chart? "He asked with disinterest. Snape had practically been obliged to give her all the details of his birth, since the girl was obsessed with those things and started to make the birth chart of half of the Slytherin. Snape resisted as long as he could, but ended up giving in and letting her do his own.
"I did, but I think you may be wrong about your birth time."
"I don't think so," he said thoughtfully, trying to clearly remember his birth certificate.
"Well, if you haven't made a mistake, your moon indicates that you will be capable of great romantic gestures and Jupiter says that you have great inclinations to politics."
"I couldn't be less interested in both."
"I know, so I think it might be wrong. I'll try to redo it."
Snape laughed with her, feeling the wine and the conversation relax his limbs and then, before he knew it, Megan was leaning over him and pressing her lips against his.
"What are you doing?" He stopped the kiss.
"I'm going to give you another birthday present," the witch said softly, her eyes on his and her hands undoing the first buttons of his shirt. "One that you will remember your whole life."
And it was that night, my friends, that Severus Snape lost his virginity.
Which brings us here, now, in the astronomy tower on January 9, 2000. Snape was 40 years old and was feeling particularly nostalgic. He hadn't thought about that night in years, but the memory struck him when he received a letter from Megan that morning, warning that he had just accepted a position at Hogwarts and should take over in the coming months. He hadn't seen her in a long, long time and he didn't know how he felt about the news, but the memory of that night was still sweet.
There was another letter too, this one was still sealed in his pocket, and he was delaying the opening. In fact, he was considering whether to open it or burn it when his thoughts were cut off by errant steps on the stairs.
"Aloeutte, gentille alouette," a choked voice sang. " Alouette je te plumerai ..."
"Miss Granger!" He noted as soon as the witch reached the top of the stairs. "What are you doing out of bed at this hour? Looking to get more points out of your home?" - His eyes flashed. Slytherin was ahead in the house cup that year and Dumbledore would not be able to reverse the situation even by a fu**
"And what are you doing here, huh?" A smiling Hermione Granger asked him. " Alouette, hum-hum Alouette ..."
Humming as if the situation were absolutely normal, Hermione Granger stumbled over to him. She was obviously very drunk and impossibly sexy too. She wore a black dress against her body and high heels. When he leaned over the parapet of the tower, the wind played with his hair, making the floral scent fill the dark master's senses. For a moment he could only absorb her image, with those red-painted lips moving lazily with the children's song.
"Are you drunk, miss?"
"I think we can say that," Hermione laughed, waving the bottle of champagne in her hand.
"A student out of bed, drunk and dressed ... improper. How many points can I get out of your house for that?"
"Please ..." Hermione spilled the bottle, drinking straight from the neck. " Give me a discount, I'm already pretty big."
"The rules apply to you in the same way as to other students. Just because the other teachers treat you and your little friends like ..."
"War heroes?" The witch interrupted.
"20 points, Miss Granger. And is just the begning."
"I win 40 tomorrow. I just need to flatter Professor Minerva and it's done", she laughed.
It was true, he knew. All teachers surrendered to Hermione Granger's charms.
Speaking of charms ...
Snape shook his head to get the thoughts that were beginning to form. All about how Hermione Granger had turned out to be a beautiful woman after all.
"Come on, Granger." He cleared his throat and took the bottle out of her hands. "I will take you back to the Gryffindor tower and you can expect severe punishment tomorrow!"
"Hey! That cost 3 galleons! "She complained indignantly, even though there was very little champagne in the bottle. She had ordered that drink directly from France and waited for it to arrive for three fucking months! All because she wanted a perfect and romantic night with her boyfriend. I mean, ex-boyfriend, since Ron had just given up on the romance he had with her.
Because she was drunk and disappointed, Hermione went after Snape, trying to snatch the bottle from him. He, much taller and stronger, just had to raise his arm in the air. Hermione, even in high heels, had to make little leaps to try to get the bottle. Everything in vain. One of his hands was clinging to Snape's robes, using the support man to jump, and every move he made to pick up the bottle rubbed his body against his. At some point, while she was cursing Professor Snape's mother and the wizard was pulling Gryffindor stitches, their lips met.
Hermione had seen thousands of novels with her mother and that scene seemed to be the most cliché of all.
His lips were glued together, but they did not move. As if time was standing still. Their eyes were open and their breaths were labored. Then, not sure why, Hermione closed her eyes and parted her lips. She kissed the wizard calmly, exploring the taste of his tongue and melting against his body as if it were made of gelatin. Snape responded to her kiss, entwining his fingers in her curly hair and indulging in the moment. But the champagne bottle slipped out of his hand and broke on the floor.
The sound made her startle and hit her front teeth against Snape's teeth, cutting off the magic of a kiss that had seemed perfect until then.
"Damn!" Hermione complained, some shard of glass had scratched her leg.
It made Snape release his hair and return to reality, but Hermione seemed more than willing to continue with what they were doing.
"Granger, this is absolutely inappropriate. It shouldn't have happened, I'm sorry."
"Well, I'm not sorry. You kiss very well, professor." She was drunk enough to say that without a hint of shame on her face, but Snape knew that the next day the young woman's thoughts would be quite different.
For now, all she wanted to do was kiss him again, however, her stomach had other plans.
Snape knew what would happen before it actually happened, but he didn't have enough time to dodge and so Hermione threw up in his chest.
Notes: Hi! There is something I need to tell.
I'm Brazilian and I don't speak English very well. I'm translating within my means (hello google translator) and I hope the writing is good and easy to understand! Let me know if you're really confused.
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