Chapter 4
Harry's Jaw dropped. He just flat out refused him? A simple "no" and it was over?
Snape's smile broadened at the look of dismay on Harry's face. "You see Potter, I feel you aren't the best candidate for this position, what with all your past hi jinx and all. Not to mention that just being who you are leads trouble straight to you. I would hate to put the student body in peril just so you could have a job. Plus, and oh, I've been waiting to say this for so long, I don't like you Potter." He seemed almost delighted as the words rang from his mouth. "My answer is no. You know where the door is, see yourself out."
Harry glared at him, almost as though he were burning a hole through him. This was not the day to fuck with Harry Potter. He turned on his heel and walked toward the door. He stopped right at the archway and slowly turned to face Snape. A look of satisfaction matched the one on the old greasy bat's face. His own evil grin stretched across his face.
"I remember a moment fifth year," he began slowly, "I was looking for Hermione, she had said she needed to go to the library to do some research for Potion's class. She wasn't there, I thought perhaps she came down here to ask you for some direct help. When I reached your door, I heard muffled noises, so I decided to peek in silently. You were on top of Hermione on that very desk you sit behind now. I almost rushed in to pull you off of her when I realized you weren't raping her. As a matter of fact, she was enjoying herself. So my guess is, that was not the first time, and I know it wasn't the last. I started keeping tabs on her, and surprisingly the affair kept on throughout the year. It ended about the time you met your wife. So let's see, having an affair with a sixteen-year-old student, what kind of consequences does that bring? Now again, about this recommendation." Harry dropped the last form on the desk.
Snape looked up at him, hatred pouring from him like sweat. He reached over to the paper and filled it out defiantly. When finished he threw it across the desk at Harry.
"Pleasure," Harry snapped up the recommendation and walked out of the office.
Snape turned in his chair to face the fire. Could what Potter said be true? Could he be so wrapped up in Hermione that he didn't notice Potter walk into the room? Or . . . did Granger tell? She and Potter were close . . . He couldn't help himself, his mind started to drift back to two years ago.
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"Professor?"
Hermione Granger walked into his office. He looked at her suspiciously.
"What is it Granger?"
"It's about our assignment in class sir, I was wondering if you would permit me to look a bit deeper into various antidotes, namely those used on potions in the restricted section of the library."
"Whatever for?"
"Well," she began in her matter-of-fact way, "I couldn't bear to have the same mediocre paper everyone else has got. Plus, I'm considering Potions as a career."
He looked down at her intrigued. Was she being serious? It shouldn't surprise him. She was exceptionally good at potions. He almost felt bad for giving her such a hard time in class.
"Granger, I will not permit you to research in the restricted section."
Hermione almost protested, but chose instead to sigh and nod disappointedly.
"However," he began again, "I will allow you to come to me on your off time and I will give you a more in-depth lesson if it truly interests you."
She hesitated a moment, seemingly to ponder her choice. "Alright." She smiled. "Could we start now?"
"Erm," he was caught off guard, "alright."
He began to flip through a book, occasionally showing her things and explaining everything he thought was relevant to the subject. She seemed to be taking in everything he said. She also seemed to be looking at him . . . in an odd sort of way.
"It's quite late Granger. You should be heading back to your tower now."
"Oh, right," she blushed.
He walked her toward the door. "Alright, see you in class then." He could kick himself for sounding so doltish.
Suddenly, she stopped and looked up at him expectantly. She started walking back toward him. What on earth was she doing? She stood right in front of him and placed her hands lightly on his forearms, as if the light pressure would stop him from pushing her away. She rose up on her tip toes; he lowered his head unconsciously to meet her lips. His body moved faster than his mind. Soon, his hands wrapped around her waist as she slid her arms around his neck. The kiss deepened. Snape pulled away, partially for air, partially because his brain was screaming "This is a STUDENT Severus!" He started to pull completely away; she stopped him.
"I want you." She said barely above a whisper.
His mind lost control again. The thrill that such an attractive young girl wanted him overwhelmed him. He began to kiss her even more deeply than he had the first time. He felt her hands run up his chest. Her fingers slowly unbuttoned the collar of his jacket then worked their way down to the rest of the buttons. She pushed his jacket down over his arms until it fell to the floor. While their lips were still locked, she started untucking his shirt and slid her hands under it. The feeling of her hands on his bare skin made him so excited; it had been such a long time since someone had touched him like that. His torso was soft and comfortable to the touch, unlike his body in his youth hard, bony, and muscular. He started undressing her so quickly, he was surprised he didn't rip any of them. Once her robes were on the floor, he stopped to look at her, to take her in. Miss Hermione Granger had filled out nicely. Her c-cup breasts were held up by a white cotton bra; matching cotton panties covered her sweet shaved surprise: how predictable. She bit her lip and started to undo the button on his pants. She slid them down as she dropped to her knees. She looked up at him out of the corner of her eye.
"I've never done this before." She moved toward his erection.
He stopped her just as her lips met his manhood. He shivered, then looked down at her.
"Don't stop me," she said, "I want to. I want you. I want this."
She moved her face toward him again, but he stopped her once more. She looked up at him hurt and confused. He dropped to his knees in front of her. He looked deeply into her eyes, seeing her longing for him. He kissed her, her lips, her neck, her chest. She let out a soft moan. He reached behind her with one hand and unclasped her bra. Her breasts were perfect; he cupped one in his hand and began teasing the other with his tongue. Her back arched instinctively toward his mouth. He moved over to the other breast. She ran her fingers through his hair. He began to inch down her panties cautiously. He noticed she was already wet with excitement. She bit her lip and looked at him dreamy-eyed, waiting for more. He laid her back and began massaging her clit with his tongue. She tasted so good. He'd never been with a virgin before. Her moaning let him know she was definitely into it. He began to work harder, making love to her with his mouth. Soon she was shaking, gasping, and moaning uncontrollably. He backed up, using her thigh to wipe the moisture from his face. Hermione still quivered and breathed deeply.
"More," she groaned, "I want more. I want you inside me."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, yes!" She pulled his lips to hers. He carefully positioned his weight on top of her. He could feel every inch and curve of her beneath him.
"Sure you're ready?"
"Yes!"
He parted her legs with his knee. He pulled up to a kneeling position while laying down a trail of kisses from her lips to her stomach. He slowly slid himself inside of her. She gasped as her body tensed up around him when his full length was inside of her. He began a slow steady thrust, just enough to begin the building of friction. She began to moan and he felt her body relax. He sped up his pace and increased the depth of each thrust. Hermione trailed her fingernails across his back and wrapped her legs around him. She began to reciprocate his movements and soon their movements became one. Her body began to quiver. She let out a long moan and her eyes rolled back in her head. Seeing her orgasm gave him such a rush; he began pounding harder then ever. The moans became screams of "Oh!" "Oh God!" And "Yes!" He waited for her to start climaxing again before he allowed himself to release inside of her. They laid in the puddle they had made for quite a while.
"That was . . . wow."
Snape smiled to himself. He must admit, it was pretty amazing.
"I've always heard the first time is just awful," she went on again, "but that was incredible. I'm still shaking inside."
"Are you . . . okay?"
"Yes, well, I am a bit sore, but in a good way."
He turned on his side to look at her . . .
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"Snapey baby?"
He shook off the memory and looked up at Bevana.
"Come in love."
She walked over and kissed her husband. "What were you thinking of?"
He cleared his throat, "oh, just the upcoming year, you know."
She looked down at his lap, "Oh yeah? It looks more like you were thinking of me," she smiled.
"Of course." He turned red.
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Harry gritted his teeth before he entered the great hall. At least he got that out of the way. Now he had to face Hermione and Ron again. He put on his best fake smile before he pushed his way through the doors. He saw them sitting in their old seats at the Griffindor table.
"Hey," Harry began, "you are looking at the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."
"You got it? You got the job?" Hermione said excitedly.
Harry nodded.
"That's great," Ron added.
Hermione beamed, "I guess that means we'll be working together after all."
"Yup, another year together." Harry smiled genuinely.
Ron glanced between the two of them, an eyebrow raised.