Severus was marking a stack of less than impressive essays when his door creaked open. Hermione entered the potions classroom slowly and with a shy look on her face. He knew the look exceedingly well. She needed something.
"Are you busy, Professor?" Her voice was meek.
"Not particularly," he replied without looking up from his work. Hermione made her way towards his desk.
"How do you feel today?" He moved the stack of papers to the corner of his desk.
Hermione thought momentarily before sucking her bottom lip between her teeth. "About a four."
Severus nodded before pointing his wand at an unlit candle on his desk. It burst into flame with a nonverbal cue and Hermione stared at it.
"Stand in the corner. This one, behind my desk," he said as he gestured over his shoulder and Hermione slowly made her way around his desk to the spot he indicated. When she was in the right place, she was so close to the wall that she could feel the chill emanating from the stones. There was nothing to look at other than gray rock and mortar. She took a deep, steadying breath.
Professor Snape's chair scratched against the floor. Hermione closed her eyes as he stood mere inches from her body and she could feel his hot breath on her neck. The contrast between hot and cold was enticing.
She wasn't wearing her teaching robes, and his hands quickly found their way to the waistband of her skirt. He hastily untucked her shirt and pulled it over her head before swiftly releasing her breasts from the black bra she'd been wearing. He tossed her clothing onto his desk in a crumpled heap.
Severus ran his pointer finger down the curve of her spine in slow motion. Hermione could feel herself arching against him and fought not to give into the temptation. She held her breath when his mouth moved beside her ear and his warm exhale made her skin tingle.
"Against the stone," he said flatly and Hermione cocked her head slightly but quickly thought better of it. The stone wall would feel like ice and the thought of being flush against it made her pink nipples pull taut.
She leaned forward and bit her lip as her flesh made contact with the wall. The cold burned like fire as she felt her body temperature flame with adrenaline, than suddenly drop. She smashed her breasts completely against the bare stone and let the stinging cold spread.
Moments later, Severus' hand found its way into the back of her hair. He gripped her curls tightly and pressed her right cheek to the stones. Severus enjoyed the way she hissed at the cold contact and decided to continue. Suddenly, and while still pinning her head in place, he snaked his other hand along the front of her body to grab the hem of her skirt. Severus pulled the front of the skirt up and shuffled her stockings down before using his foot to separate her legs further. Then, he pressed his hips forward, against her arse, so that the front of her knickers and the tops of her thighs were against the hard, icy stone. Hermione sucked in her breath.
Severus let all of his weight fall against her small frame. His right leg was placed deliciously between hers to keep her thighs nicely splayed. Hermione was breathing heavily and Severus waited for it to find a slow, steady, rhythmic pace before backing off. When he finally moved away from her, she didn't flinch.
Severus went back to his desk chair and was surprised that she hadn't moved at all. He had been certain that she'd enjoy the rough bite of the cold, but he was surprised that she was breathing into the sting and taking it so well. He chewed his cheek as he watched her back rise and fall with each steady breath.
Hermione settled into a slow pattern of breathing as the cold numbed her body. At first the cold had stung, but now it started to feel quite good. She could feel her entire body temperature dropping and everything slowed. It felt wicked and divine.
It wasn't long before Hermione stopped thinking. She felt her mind clear and her body relax. She let the cold consume her completely until time could have been passing in seconds or hours and she wouldn't have been the wiser.
She could have never imagined herself engaging in something like this, but somehow it just felt right. She couldn't quite understand how someone such as herself; someone so smart and confident and highly educated, could ever find herself in such a precarious state.
After the first few times she'd worried over it quite a lot. She wondered what was wrong with her that she caved to him like this. And why did she want to at all? If anyone knew what they were doing she was certain they'd find it sounded miserable, yet she got off on it, and she knew he enjoyed it too. She was certain they must both be equally insane.
One Saturday afternoon she'd snuck off and apparated to a random public library in some random town. When she arrived, the place had been nearly empty except for one young librarian who looked too full of life to still be in such a small town, and an old man who kept dozing in and out behind a periodical from 1972.
She slipped through the stacks until she found what she'd been searching for and was frankly grateful to find them at all in a small town library. She hunkered down in the back corner and read books about psychology and sexually and the common attributes of intellectual, independent, type A people, and suddenly the pieces began moving into place. She wasn't insane, she was just really desperate to clear her mind and, while this way was a bit extreme, maybe it was precisely what someone like her need. When she'd returned that evening, she went straight to the potions classroom and found Snape working. He made her wait, but he certainly didn't disappoint.
Severus' familiar voice cut through the haze in her head. "Miss Granger," he said softly, "how does the stone feel against your bare skin?"
She was silent for a moment as the dog kitten slightly and she came back to the room. "Cold," she said quietly. "Very cold."
Severus got up and stood behind her once more. He placed his hands on Hermione's shoulders before slowly snaking them between her and the wall. He cupped her breasts in his hands and Hermione groaned at his warmth. She instantly caved to him as she drew away from the wall and leaned backwards against his firm body. Severus allowed this range and enjoyed the way her body was cradled against him as he slowly and tactfully warmed her body. Hermione purred like a kitten in his arms.
His right arm spread across her chest to hold her left breast while still covering the other and his left arm slid between her legs. Hermione's lips parted and a needy moan escaped as he cupped her cold vagina. He rubbed her gently through the cotton in order to warm her up.
Hermione was surprised by how fast the chill was leaving her body under his expert touch. She could feel herself thawing like a fish that'd been trapped beneath and icy lake all winter. As she leaned back in his arms she relished in his attention and intentionality.
Severus knew that he could stop now, but he didn't want to. He knew she was more than satisfied, but as he felt the wet spot growing on her knickers he knew that he wanted much more. He stopped suddenly and placed his hands on her hips before turning her around. He used his hold on her to walk her backwards several paces towards his desk and he pushed the chair aside hastily before picking Hermione up and placing her on the desk. He forced her thighs open and could feel his cock twitching at the sight if her legs spread like this.
Hermione stole a glance at the candle he'd lit and was surprised to find all that remained was a puddle of dried wax. She had been in the corner longer than she'd realized and it appeared he still wasn't finished with her. Hermione breathed steadily as she watched him drinking her in like a parched man.
"I am not finished with you," he said flatly as he ran his finger over her cotton covered slit.
"So it appears," she replied. He cocked and eyebrow at her in surprise before shocking Hermione by dropping to his knees in front of her. His nose grazed across her wet knickers as he smelled her. Hermione bit her bottom lip.
Before he could stop, he hooked the fabric covering her sex with his finger and pulled the garment to the side before running his other finger gently across her moist opening. He knew he shouldn't, but that fact didn't matter. Hermione sucked in her breath as her wetness spread and suddenly his finger was sliding inside of her.
"Severus! What are you-" her voice cut through the room and made him stop. Her eyes were wide. He had never touched her this intimately before.
"Relax," he said in a soothing voice as his eyes found hers. "Tell me if you don't want it."
Hermione swallowed before shaking her head no and Severus continued. Her face twisted and she winced as his knuckle passed through her wet channel. Once his finger was inside her he rotated his wrist upward and gently started stroking her. Hermione was immediately taken by the deliberate placement and pacing against her walls. Her core started to throb.
He increased his speed and Hermione could feel herself getting wetter. Then, she heard herself getting wetter. She looked between her legs and saw that his finger was glistening. She hissed when a second finger joined the first.
He deliberately curled his fingers up and Hermione released a delicious moan that he wanted to capture with his mouth. When her head fell back he knew he had her on the edge. He watched her writhe in beautiful anguish as he continued his onslaught and shortly thereafter she ground out his name and her warm release flooded his hand. He continued to play in her pool as she moaned and dripped onto his oak desktop and the stone floor. By the time she started to quiet her moans she was sitting in a puddle of her own release. Her breath was heaving and Severus withdrew his wet hand. He pulled her knickers back into place, but unfortunately for her, they were sodden.
"Why did you do that?" She asked between heavy breaths.
"I wanted to watch you come undone," he explained before kissing her inner thigh once. "And you did. It was beautiful."
Hermione felt the blush creeping across her face. Severus stood and, when he did, she shyly reached behind herself to find her clothing on the desk. Severus watched her carefully as she dressed. She slid off the desk to pull her stocking up. Then she pulled her skirt up over her hips and, when she hiked the garment up, he stopped her so that he could fasten the button himself.
"Thank you," she said as he stepped back from her and he nodded.
"Severus, that felt incredible," she began sincerely.
"I'm glad you enjoyed," he said before pulling his pocket watch out and glancing at the time. "I believe you have to make rounds this evening."
Hermione nodded and bit her lip once more before offering an awkward but cordial wave and turning on her heel to exit the classroom.
When she disappeared, Severus dragged his chair back into place behind his desk and collapsed into it. He ran his hand through his hair as the reality of what had just transpired washed over him. He placed his elbows on the desk and his head felt heavy as it fell into his hands. He was disappointed in himself.
Of course he had always wanted to touch her like that; he'd thought about it many times. He told himself he never would, however, and that it would never come to that. Her scent still hung heavy in the air and he wanted to groan from suppressed need and frustration. He wasn't sure what was worse: the fact that he'd done it, or the fact that he'd enjoyed it so much.