"Severus? Where are you taking me?" whispered Hermione as they scurried
down a dark corridor in his invisibility cloak. "I am not in the mood to
get expelled in just my third month here."
Severus opened the door to Professor Binns' classroom and ushered Hermione in. Binns was one of the few teachers that did not ward nor patrol his professorial territory at night, so there was little chance of being caught. It wasn't the most romantic of settings, Severus thought, but it would have to do.
Grinning at Hermione, he set about conjuring a few candles to float above their heads. A wood burning stove in the corner became a roaring fireplace and Binns' desk became a large, comfortable sofa. Severus then set privacy and locking charms and turned to gaze at Hermione expectantly.
Hermione's eyes grew wide as she realized what Severus had in mind. A serious snogging session at minimum - but truthfully the young man had hopes for more. They had been seeing each other officially for more than a month now, and had been friends since nearly the beginning of the school year. But, tonight, he wanted to take their relationship from one of stolen kisses outside her common room or in the library to one that was suited for the adult feelings they had for one another. The feelings scared them both, he thought, but it was time. He walked back over to her and placing his hands on her shoulders, he slid the silk of her Gryffindor-colored dress robes off her body.
"I think I fell in love with you the first time I saw you wear these, Hermione," he said. Hermione's eyes once again flew wide in shock. "Until the Halloween ball, I admit I thought you were a little annoying - always following me around." She laughed nervously. "But that night, I realized what I would be missing if I didn't have you in my life."
The voice that Hermione had found so sexy, even as a scared eleven-year-old student, dropped to a dangerously seductive level. Severus continued: "I know we have to wait until we finish out NEWTS and we are out of school to marry, but I want to start our life together tonight. Make love with me, Hermione."
Speech complete, Severus anxiously awaited her response. In typical Hermione fashion, her reaction was nothing like he had expected.
She laughed.
"What? What is so funny?" Severus fumed, at once turning into the short- tempered, "greasy git" that most of the school alternately loathed and loved to goad into a fury. "I tell you how I feel and you LAUGH?"
"How long did you practice that?" she coughed out between laughs. "Please tell me the entire Slytherin common room didn't -"
Severus had heard enough. Lowering his hands to her waist, he drew her to him and effectively cut her off with a gentle nudge of his nose against her own. Neither spoke, and he did not force a kiss from her, but he hoped being this close would elicit some reaction besides another laugh. He was close enough he could feel the shallowness of her breathing on his face and sense the rapid increase in her heartbeat as he stoked the silk of her gown with his thumbs. He stopped himself from kissing her, though; that had to be her decision. He assumed she was a virgin and thus he wanted her to be the one to make the next move - he wouldn't force the issue if she weren't ready. But, Gods, he hoped with all the hormones coursing through his eighteen-year-old body that she was.
Biting her lip and glancing sideways up at Severus, Hermione considered her options. He had been her professor for almost seven years, but then again in this time he was not the man she had known. Initially, she knew she had clung to him as a tie to her past, or her future, whatever. Now - what exactly was he? Was Professor Snape actually her boyfriend? Was this supposed to happen? She suddenly wished she'd done some snooping into the history of Severus Snape while she was in school. Surely there was at least one yearbook with information in it somewhere. She brought her thoughts back to the present, with a shake of her head. Looking Severus in the eyes, she mulled over her presence in his life and it's effect on the future. Was this wrong? Would this damage the timeline or change things? Could it make things better for her lonely professor in the 1990s?
Severus gently caressed her hip, sending a shock through Hermione's nerve endings and abruptly ending her musings. And with all the logic of an aroused teenager, she decided that she didn't care about the future. She was here, it was 1979 and she could give a fig about the consequences. She didn't ask to wind up here, after all, and still wasn't sure how it had happened. And besides, if Severus turned out to be as good a lover as he was a kisser, well, then whomever or whatever was responsible for her landing in the past was going to get a huge thanks from her someday.
But did he say "marriage?" Somewhere in his little rehearsed speech, he did, she thought. Professor Snape isn't married in the future, so apparently it doesn't work out. Or maybe I die, she contemplated, that would explain a lot about his attitude problems - Or maybe I need to quit thinking and just kiss him. The theories and quandaries behind time travel makes my head hurt, anyway, she decided.
And she kissed him.
Somehow, neither were quite sure how, they had moved from the safe place Hermione had retreated to by the door, and wound up cozily entwined on the oversized couch. Severus had kissed Hermione many, many times in the past weeks, but she never reacted like this, he realized. There was always the feeling that something was holding her back. Or that she wasn't truly kissing him, when she kissed him. It was difficult to put his finger on the problem, but it was always there. Suddenly he no longer cared who she was thinking of when they had kissed in the past -- because Hermione had just parted her lips and slipped her tongue into his mouth in the present. He gasped slightly and deepened the kiss. Feeling slightly dazed, he cautiously slid his hand from the neutral territory of her collarbone to her breast. She arched into his hand with a gasp of her own.
"Severus, wait -" breathed Hermione. "I want this, I want you - don't misunderstand me. But, I'm a -- I'm a virgin and I have never tried a contraceptive charm and I've never had reason to learn to brew a potion -"
"Which is why you are dating a potions genius, my dear," said Severus, feeling very smug about his planning. "You are in luck. I had a house elf put a potion on your nightstand for you. You just have to take it within 24 hours and everything will be fine."
Hermione silently thought for a moment, then smiled.
"Severus, are you a--?"
"Of course I am, love. I was waiting for you," said Severus trying out his sexy silky voice on her again.
Black eyes looked into brown and held for a moment before both burst into laughter.
"Okay, okay, I practiced too many bad Muggle movie lines in my mirror this afternoon. I just didn't want to mess this up, Hermione. I do love you."
"And I love you. Kiss me, please, Severus. And as much as I adore the sound of your voice, please just -- don't talk, okay?"
"Hermione, I only want everything to be perf-"
Severus choked on the words as he felt her hand grasp the back of his head as she lowered her own lips wordlessly onto his slender neck. She captured his lips with her own and began a languid exploration of his mouth while her other hand began to fumble inexpertly with the fastenings of his school robes. In turn, Severus slowly trailed a long, damp kiss in a straight line down until he was at the crest of her cleavage, between her small, firm breasts, then back up to the left hollow of her throat, beneath her earlobe.
Sliding his hands around to brace her, he awkwardly rolled them until she was on the sofa beneath him; her head, shoulders and mass of curly hair supported by the dozens of velvety pillows. A gentle exploration of each other through remaining clothing began slowly and ended an incalculable time later at a rather frenzied pace. A few heated kisses and a pair of murmured charms later, their clothes were gone - neatly folded on a desk in the front row of the classroom.
The first moment of skin-on-skin contact took both of their breaths away. Severus whispered yet another handy charm he had looked up that week - it was jokingly called the "Quidditch charm" as it had the same effect on a male as thinking about the sport and it's statistics -- without the loss of concentration. Shuddering and getting himself under control, he opened his eyes to find Hermione looking at him with a decided air of mischief. He wasn't sure exactly what she was up to, but then surprise hit him like ice water when he felt her fingers curl around his erection. Although, some blurry thought in the back of his mind told him that cold wasn't precisely what he was feeling, as she proceeded to tentatively stroke, whisking her thumb lazily over the tip.
Dazed, he pulled Hermione into a deep and searching kiss, while his hand began a bit of exploration on it's own. He was gratified to hear Hermione's shocked gasp and see a dazed expression on her face that matched his own. He chuckled and grinned at her, noticing her firm grip loosened as he trailed a finger through her warm, wet softness and that she let go of him completely as he slid that finger inside of her.
"Okay, you win," she gasped out.
Without any further words, he shifted to position himself between her parted legs. With a final look of confirmation and a firm kiss, Hermione and Severus became one. She loved the way he felt covering her, pinning her to the couch and pillows with each thrust, and he wondered how he would ever manage to live without this every night for the rest of his life. Faintly, Hermione wondered she would climax her first time -- like the heroines improbably and invariably did in all the silly romance novels she had ever read. She hadn't realized she'd spoken the thought out loud until Severus paused and laughed.
"Once again, you are in luck. Your studious nerd of a boyfriend just happens to have found a few - interesting charms that might fit the bill," said Severus, smiling down at Hermione, who blushed as her lover murmured a charm into her ear.
Within minutes they were both nearing completion, her body welcoming his again and again as her fingers laced with his on the pillows above her head, their grip tightening with his every thrust. Soon they were both panting for air and riding waves of pleasure that felt like - well, magic, Severus thought.
Still entwined, their breathing softened and their heartbeats slowed. Severus lifted his head from where he had buried it in her neck and, brushing her hair out of his eyes, kissed her. Deeply and unhurriedly, he once again explored her mouth, sliding his hands from above her head to gently caress her breasts. Pulling away and positioning himself on the sofa next to her, he drew her close and sighed.
He wasn't ever going to let her go.
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Severus opened the door to Professor Binns' classroom and ushered Hermione in. Binns was one of the few teachers that did not ward nor patrol his professorial territory at night, so there was little chance of being caught. It wasn't the most romantic of settings, Severus thought, but it would have to do.
Grinning at Hermione, he set about conjuring a few candles to float above their heads. A wood burning stove in the corner became a roaring fireplace and Binns' desk became a large, comfortable sofa. Severus then set privacy and locking charms and turned to gaze at Hermione expectantly.
Hermione's eyes grew wide as she realized what Severus had in mind. A serious snogging session at minimum - but truthfully the young man had hopes for more. They had been seeing each other officially for more than a month now, and had been friends since nearly the beginning of the school year. But, tonight, he wanted to take their relationship from one of stolen kisses outside her common room or in the library to one that was suited for the adult feelings they had for one another. The feelings scared them both, he thought, but it was time. He walked back over to her and placing his hands on her shoulders, he slid the silk of her Gryffindor-colored dress robes off her body.
"I think I fell in love with you the first time I saw you wear these, Hermione," he said. Hermione's eyes once again flew wide in shock. "Until the Halloween ball, I admit I thought you were a little annoying - always following me around." She laughed nervously. "But that night, I realized what I would be missing if I didn't have you in my life."
The voice that Hermione had found so sexy, even as a scared eleven-year-old student, dropped to a dangerously seductive level. Severus continued: "I know we have to wait until we finish out NEWTS and we are out of school to marry, but I want to start our life together tonight. Make love with me, Hermione."
Speech complete, Severus anxiously awaited her response. In typical Hermione fashion, her reaction was nothing like he had expected.
She laughed.
"What? What is so funny?" Severus fumed, at once turning into the short- tempered, "greasy git" that most of the school alternately loathed and loved to goad into a fury. "I tell you how I feel and you LAUGH?"
"How long did you practice that?" she coughed out between laughs. "Please tell me the entire Slytherin common room didn't -"
Severus had heard enough. Lowering his hands to her waist, he drew her to him and effectively cut her off with a gentle nudge of his nose against her own. Neither spoke, and he did not force a kiss from her, but he hoped being this close would elicit some reaction besides another laugh. He was close enough he could feel the shallowness of her breathing on his face and sense the rapid increase in her heartbeat as he stoked the silk of her gown with his thumbs. He stopped himself from kissing her, though; that had to be her decision. He assumed she was a virgin and thus he wanted her to be the one to make the next move - he wouldn't force the issue if she weren't ready. But, Gods, he hoped with all the hormones coursing through his eighteen-year-old body that she was.
Biting her lip and glancing sideways up at Severus, Hermione considered her options. He had been her professor for almost seven years, but then again in this time he was not the man she had known. Initially, she knew she had clung to him as a tie to her past, or her future, whatever. Now - what exactly was he? Was Professor Snape actually her boyfriend? Was this supposed to happen? She suddenly wished she'd done some snooping into the history of Severus Snape while she was in school. Surely there was at least one yearbook with information in it somewhere. She brought her thoughts back to the present, with a shake of her head. Looking Severus in the eyes, she mulled over her presence in his life and it's effect on the future. Was this wrong? Would this damage the timeline or change things? Could it make things better for her lonely professor in the 1990s?
Severus gently caressed her hip, sending a shock through Hermione's nerve endings and abruptly ending her musings. And with all the logic of an aroused teenager, she decided that she didn't care about the future. She was here, it was 1979 and she could give a fig about the consequences. She didn't ask to wind up here, after all, and still wasn't sure how it had happened. And besides, if Severus turned out to be as good a lover as he was a kisser, well, then whomever or whatever was responsible for her landing in the past was going to get a huge thanks from her someday.
But did he say "marriage?" Somewhere in his little rehearsed speech, he did, she thought. Professor Snape isn't married in the future, so apparently it doesn't work out. Or maybe I die, she contemplated, that would explain a lot about his attitude problems - Or maybe I need to quit thinking and just kiss him. The theories and quandaries behind time travel makes my head hurt, anyway, she decided.
And she kissed him.
Somehow, neither were quite sure how, they had moved from the safe place Hermione had retreated to by the door, and wound up cozily entwined on the oversized couch. Severus had kissed Hermione many, many times in the past weeks, but she never reacted like this, he realized. There was always the feeling that something was holding her back. Or that she wasn't truly kissing him, when she kissed him. It was difficult to put his finger on the problem, but it was always there. Suddenly he no longer cared who she was thinking of when they had kissed in the past -- because Hermione had just parted her lips and slipped her tongue into his mouth in the present. He gasped slightly and deepened the kiss. Feeling slightly dazed, he cautiously slid his hand from the neutral territory of her collarbone to her breast. She arched into his hand with a gasp of her own.
"Severus, wait -" breathed Hermione. "I want this, I want you - don't misunderstand me. But, I'm a -- I'm a virgin and I have never tried a contraceptive charm and I've never had reason to learn to brew a potion -"
"Which is why you are dating a potions genius, my dear," said Severus, feeling very smug about his planning. "You are in luck. I had a house elf put a potion on your nightstand for you. You just have to take it within 24 hours and everything will be fine."
Hermione silently thought for a moment, then smiled.
"Severus, are you a--?"
"Of course I am, love. I was waiting for you," said Severus trying out his sexy silky voice on her again.
Black eyes looked into brown and held for a moment before both burst into laughter.
"Okay, okay, I practiced too many bad Muggle movie lines in my mirror this afternoon. I just didn't want to mess this up, Hermione. I do love you."
"And I love you. Kiss me, please, Severus. And as much as I adore the sound of your voice, please just -- don't talk, okay?"
"Hermione, I only want everything to be perf-"
Severus choked on the words as he felt her hand grasp the back of his head as she lowered her own lips wordlessly onto his slender neck. She captured his lips with her own and began a languid exploration of his mouth while her other hand began to fumble inexpertly with the fastenings of his school robes. In turn, Severus slowly trailed a long, damp kiss in a straight line down until he was at the crest of her cleavage, between her small, firm breasts, then back up to the left hollow of her throat, beneath her earlobe.
Sliding his hands around to brace her, he awkwardly rolled them until she was on the sofa beneath him; her head, shoulders and mass of curly hair supported by the dozens of velvety pillows. A gentle exploration of each other through remaining clothing began slowly and ended an incalculable time later at a rather frenzied pace. A few heated kisses and a pair of murmured charms later, their clothes were gone - neatly folded on a desk in the front row of the classroom.
The first moment of skin-on-skin contact took both of their breaths away. Severus whispered yet another handy charm he had looked up that week - it was jokingly called the "Quidditch charm" as it had the same effect on a male as thinking about the sport and it's statistics -- without the loss of concentration. Shuddering and getting himself under control, he opened his eyes to find Hermione looking at him with a decided air of mischief. He wasn't sure exactly what she was up to, but then surprise hit him like ice water when he felt her fingers curl around his erection. Although, some blurry thought in the back of his mind told him that cold wasn't precisely what he was feeling, as she proceeded to tentatively stroke, whisking her thumb lazily over the tip.
Dazed, he pulled Hermione into a deep and searching kiss, while his hand began a bit of exploration on it's own. He was gratified to hear Hermione's shocked gasp and see a dazed expression on her face that matched his own. He chuckled and grinned at her, noticing her firm grip loosened as he trailed a finger through her warm, wet softness and that she let go of him completely as he slid that finger inside of her.
"Okay, you win," she gasped out.
Without any further words, he shifted to position himself between her parted legs. With a final look of confirmation and a firm kiss, Hermione and Severus became one. She loved the way he felt covering her, pinning her to the couch and pillows with each thrust, and he wondered how he would ever manage to live without this every night for the rest of his life. Faintly, Hermione wondered she would climax her first time -- like the heroines improbably and invariably did in all the silly romance novels she had ever read. She hadn't realized she'd spoken the thought out loud until Severus paused and laughed.
"Once again, you are in luck. Your studious nerd of a boyfriend just happens to have found a few - interesting charms that might fit the bill," said Severus, smiling down at Hermione, who blushed as her lover murmured a charm into her ear.
Within minutes they were both nearing completion, her body welcoming his again and again as her fingers laced with his on the pillows above her head, their grip tightening with his every thrust. Soon they were both panting for air and riding waves of pleasure that felt like - well, magic, Severus thought.
Still entwined, their breathing softened and their heartbeats slowed. Severus lifted his head from where he had buried it in her neck and, brushing her hair out of his eyes, kissed her. Deeply and unhurriedly, he once again explored her mouth, sliding his hands from above her head to gently caress her breasts. Pulling away and positioning himself on the sofa next to her, he drew her close and sighed.
He wasn't ever going to let her go.
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