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Hermione approached Snape's rooms she was only mildly surprised to see his door swing open and a very harassed Snape looking sharply around before spotting her rapidly approaching form.
Silently he gestured her to quickly come inside.
Closing the door swiftly behind her he allowed himself to sweep Hermione up into his arms and indulged himself in a prolonged examination of Hermione's mouth and tongue. Time seemed to stand still as he held her close, his lips firmly wrapped around hers.
Hermione sucked gently on Severus tongue causing him to groan and pull her even closer to himself. Severus wrapped his arms around his slight form and hauled her up, her legs parting to tightly wrap around his as she was pulled up his long form. Their mouths remained locked together, and the only sound in the room was their occasional gasps for breath as they moved their lips to get a better angle for their explorations.
Severus hands gripped her bottom tightly as he held her against his throbbing erection. Heat seemed to pool where they touched and Hermione would have been happy to stay like that all night inspite of the uncomfortable position, but he had other plans for her.
Several minutes had passed when Snape finally lowered her to the floor and forced her to unwrap herself from him. Holding her a bit apart from himself he said softly, "Good evening, Hermione."
Blushing a little she replied, "Good evening, Severus," and then on a whim she added, "Perhaps I should drop in on you more often at night, if that is a sample of the reception I'll receive."
His eyes glittered dangerously then and he replied, "Perhaps you should."
Grabbing Hermione's hand he gently lead her over a small loveseat he had apparently added to his room since they had returned. It was in Slytherin green and instead of pulling her down beside him he reclined back and held her in front of himself.
Reaching forward he made sure to maintain eye contact as he undid his own robe revealing him to be wearing nothing underneath. "I believe," his said, the silkiness of his voice caressing her at every word, "that I am to give you a lesson tonight."
Trembling light Hermione replied, "Yes, you are," as she undid the fastenings of her own robe. He hissed as the robe fell away from her body. She wore a sheer, short, green slip. There were embossed snakes moving about the fabric, but for all intents and purposes he could see everything. His gaze devoured her pert breasts, caressed her stomach, and focused intently on the gauzy material of her panties. They too were made of the same essentially transparent green material, and the snakes were making a point of slithering around the entrance to her vagina. He could see them lapping the moisture dripping from her arousal, and swiftly placing his hand between her legs he discovered that her panties were split down the middle to allow easy access.
Inside Hermione was terrified, what had she been thinking! Why was she doing this? Surely there had to be another way, but that was the problem, she couldn't think of one. It was just all so fast! And, and, Oh, what was his hand doing to her…
Hermione swayed on her feet as one long finger stroked her intimately, slowly. As her own secretions lubricated his finger it became slicker, more arousing. Instinctively she pressed herself against his hand and he slid his pointer finger deep inside her. She gasped and he grabbed her with his other hand, lowering her slowly to the coach so that she ended up with her back against his chest, and her legs splayed across his. Unsatisfied with his depths of penetration he gently eased his middle finger inside her, his hand cupping around her entrance, holding her intimately.
Hermione's moans filled the air as she half sat, half lay, her hand clenched in his robes, her legs spread while Severus gently, but insistently, played with her. She whimpered as he drew his fingers out and cried out in relief when he plunged them back into her, while the heal of his hand pressing intimately against her as his fingers thrust into her. His other hand was busy teasing her breasts, testing the firmness of each, squeezing them firmly, but gently, and tugging lightly on the tips of her nipples. The combination of these attentions had Hermione in a complete daze. All that mattered was what Severus hand were doing to her, how he was stroking her, filling her.
Feeling the tension in her body mounting he captured her ear in his mouth and after warmly blowing in it he whispered, "Scream, Hermione, I want to hear you, the walls are charmed, it's just you and me, so let go." He punctuated his encouragement with deep thrusts of his fingers and rhythmic tugging of her nipple. Sliding onto his side he maintained his rhythm with his hands. Scooting his head down a little he suddenly leaned over her and grazed her free nipple with his teeth.
Severus tongue caressed her nipple, flicking over hit lightly, then pressing firmly against it. She had begun thrusting against his hand and so he sucked as much of her breast into his mouth as possible and clamped his lips down around it. His thrusts became punctuated by the firm suction being systematically applied to her breast and then the suction was so hard, and thrusting of his fingers so deep that the world faded for Hermione and time lost all meaning.
Severus wiped his hand on his robe and cast it aside, scooping her up in his arms he carried the weary girl to his bed. He had pulled back the covers before she arrived and now deposited her into the bed. After laying her carefully down he got a washcloth from the bathroom and gently cleaned her up.
Seeing her lying there naked on his bed it was hard to restrain himself from just taking her, but he contented himself with lying down beside her and gathering her into his arms. After a while her breathing returned to normal and he asked, "Was your first lesson satisfactory?"
Hermione blushed and squeezed him tightly before realizing who she was holding. "It- it was…" wonderful she wanted to say, but instead she just trailed off having looked up and become trapped in his eyes.
His head dipped lower and captured her lips in a passionate kiss, their hands explored each other, his more freely than hers, and when the kiss was over her naked body was pressed intimately against his, clutched almost unbearably close. Hermione was so close she could feel her breasts crushed against his chest, and something very hard and warm pulsating against her vagina.
Suddenly reality came crashing down on her and she froze briefly before she collapsed and trembling against him. Strong arms held her as she silently wept.
"I'm s-sorry," she sobbed quietly, "I-I don't know what's wrong…it…it's not you, you were, it was…."
"You're trying to say you enjoyed it," he stated, it was not a question. "Hermione," he continued stroking her lightly, "of course you're upset, any woman would be in this situation. This is all happening too fast, and you've never been intimate with anyone before. There is no one who you can confide in about this, except myself, and I am not so foolish as to think that I am an easy confidant."
Hermione's tears had subsided, and under Severus' gentle ministrations she had begun to calm down. "But-"
"Hush," he interrupted her, "I am frankly surprised you have maintained your calm for so long. It is a necessary part of preparing yourself for our deception to acknowledge your fears and feelings of unease so that they do not catch you unaware during our masquerade. If you are unable to suppress them, use them, say it is something insulting I've said, or that someone else has done. Using what you can't control is perhaps the single most important thing to our survival."
Severus felt her heartbeat slowing, and was relieved when her felt her relax against him, he continued to stroke her back for a few minutes in silence before slowly sitting up while holding Hermione within his arms. When they were upright he held her close once more telling himself that he was only doing it to provide her with comfort, and reluctantly released her saying, "And now my dear I believe it is time for you to return to your room," her held up a hand to prevent her objections, "We have accomplished enough for tonight, and tomorrow is Sunday, there will be plenty of time for all that you need to learn tomorrow."
In silence he helped her back into her clothes. His hands lingered on her neck as he clasped her robes and before opening the door added one more instruction, "Be here at eight, and wear something appropriate for the woods," and because he couldn't resist he added, "preferably in green."
That brought a slight smile to her lips which was what he had intended. As she disappeared up the stairs towards Gryffindor tower he closed his door and thought about pavilions, chocolate covered strawberries, and other ways to make her first time memorable. It did not occur to him that he was going to more trouble than necessary over a student, even given the circumstances, all his thoughts were momentarily focused on her needs.
Cornelius Fudge was not a happy man, it was eight in the morning and his wife was insistently prodding him to get up. Grumpily he arose and got dressed. After a fierce argument with his wife he convinced her that HE would not be doing as she asked if SHE did not allow him to eat first.
Thus it was not until nine that he apparated to Hogsmead, and when he arrived unexpected and out of sorts at the castle he banged on the doors until a surprised house elf answered the door.
"Dumbeldore, NOW," Cornelius roared taking great satisfaction in the elfs cowering form. Cornelius was NOT happy about this errand his wife had sent him on. There was after all no law in the wizarding world against student teacher relationships as long as both parties were willing and he HATED that Granger girl almost as much as he had come to hate Snape and Dumbeldore, where was that old fool, he thought spitefully conveniently forgetting that he had not owled ahead and had dropped in completely unannounced.
"Cornelius," came a voice from the stairs, "What an unexpected surprise."
Turning quickly he saw Dumbeldore walking, in his opinion, indecently slowly down the stairs, he was sure it was an insult. Still he was not happy to be here so no one else had any business being content either.
"Now see here Dumbeldore," Fudge roared only to be interrupted by Dumbeldore's hand clamping tightly around his arm and saying, "I believe we should continue this conversation upstairs."
Severus and Hermione completely oblivious to the conflict they were about to set off were approaching a waterfall somewhere in Scotland.