It was late.
Hermione was sitting alone in the Gryffindor common room, finishing a piece of work for Muggle Studies. She was not about to slack in her studies, what with her NEWTs so close and all. She finally finished, and with a sigh of satisfaction packed up her things and began for the girls' dormitories.
Just as she had begun to ascend the stairs, she heard a sound behind her. Instinctively, she hid herself in the shadows and waited to see if there was anyone there, or if it was just her paranoia. Her breathing slowed, but this disguised her sense of panic . . . and interest. Who could be creeping around the common room at two in the morning?
As Hermione looked on, she saw Harry creeping across the common room. She couldn't imagine where he was going at this time of night, but assumed it was part of yet another venture on his part to save the wizarding world from the threat of some evil or other . . . ventures which he had never been arrogant enough to leave her out of until now. He threw his father's invisibility cloak over himself as he approached the portrait door.
Hermione resolved to follow Harry.
She stayed still and silent until she heard the portrait of the fat lady click shut behind him. Then she crept out of the Gryffindor common room, and turned right, following Harry's almost inaudible footsteps.
She followed him as he descended staircase after staircase. Eventually she decided that he could be leading her nowhere, this deep inside the castle, except the dungeons.
Harry's inconspicuous footsteps walked down the dingy corridor, and through the potions classroom to an area Hermione had only visited once before - Professor Snape's private potions stock. Harry tiptoed past this, and continued to the back of the room. Hermione knew what was to be found at the end of this particular classroom - Professor Snape's rooms!
The door to Snape's study was half-open. Harry entered quietly, and after a while Hermione ventured to peek inside. The room was empty! She walked in, and, at the closed door leading to what she could only assume must be Snape's bedroom, kneeled: and put her eye to the keyhole.
Hermione only just managed to restrain herself from gasping in astonishment, when she saw Harry with his fingers entangled in his potions master's hair, holding his head in a passionate kiss. Snape's hands were gripping Harry's shoulders tightly - it was impossible to tell if he was pulling the seventeen-year-old closer, or pushing him away. It seemed, at least to Hermione, that Snape himself did not know which of the two actions he was performing.
Hermione mentally shook herself as she realised just how aroused she was becoming. She berated herself - she felt she should be disgusted, no turned on. But still her heart raced in her chest and her breathing became shallow.
Hermione was shocked to see how forceful Harry was being as he pushed Snape back onto the great four poster bed and began to unbutton the older man's robes. As Hermione looked on, she began to feel a throbbing sensation down below. She was not stupid, she knew exactly what was going on . . . but what she could not understand was why what she was seeing had such an effect on her.
Snape suddenly pushed harry off him, and scampered backwards up the bed with a worried expression on his face. He sat up, pushing his back into the headboard as if he afraid of Harry. He whispered something, which was too quiet for Hermione to hear, but which seemed like a half-hearted attempt to scold Harry and get him to return to his dormitory.
Harry laughed, carelessly loud, evoking a panicked look from Snape, and began to unbutton his own robes.
'Harry, we can't, I can't . . .'
'But you want to, don't you.'
Not a question - a statement.
'That doesn't mean I CAN! I have . . . responsibilities . . . duties . . .'
'None of which forbid you enjoying yourself, I'm sure'. Said harry, as he began to unbutton his own robes.
'Harry, please!' Snape practically shouted. And then, realising how panicked he had sounded, purposely slowed and softened his tone to say 'Please return to your dormitory.'
Harry ignored the command of his potion's master, and continued to unbutton his outer robe.
Hermione had, of course, been aware of Harry's growing up greatly over the six years she had known him . . .but as he shrugged off his outer robe to reveal that he was, in fact, naked underneath, she began to appreciate quite how much he had grown.
His shoulders and arms were still slim and feminine, but his chest and torso were beautifully toned.
Harry dropped his robe to the floor, and looked at Snape with a predatory gleam in his eyes. He began to walk slowly around the side of the bed. The look on Snape's face was a mixture of begging Harry to leave him alone . . . and begging him to come closer.
Harry knelt on the bed and, pulling Snape's face towards him with a cupped hand, kissed him hard.
Snape pulled away - partly to show dissent and partly to get another look at Harry's body, but Harry just pushed him down onto the bed and began to kiss his neck, gently at first, but the with more and more little teasing bites.
Then Harry began to kiss Snape's chest, going down slowly and unbuttoning his robes as he went. He hovered over Snape's navel, licking, nibbling, tickling, teasing . . .
And still he went down.
Hermione was very excited now, both from what she was seeing and from the knowledge of formidable consequences if she were caught.
She began to feel hot, and tingled all over. She started to unbutton her own robes as she watched Snape's back arch with a gasp of pleasure.
She heard him breathing shallowly and moaning, quietly at first but crescendoing rapidly.
However, she did not see what was causing such ecstasies.
Hermione had fallen away from the keyhole, and lay on the cold, stone floor of Snape's study, discovering that some things are just intrinsically better than they can ever be described in books.
Hermione was sitting alone in the Gryffindor common room, finishing a piece of work for Muggle Studies. She was not about to slack in her studies, what with her NEWTs so close and all. She finally finished, and with a sigh of satisfaction packed up her things and began for the girls' dormitories.
Just as she had begun to ascend the stairs, she heard a sound behind her. Instinctively, she hid herself in the shadows and waited to see if there was anyone there, or if it was just her paranoia. Her breathing slowed, but this disguised her sense of panic . . . and interest. Who could be creeping around the common room at two in the morning?
As Hermione looked on, she saw Harry creeping across the common room. She couldn't imagine where he was going at this time of night, but assumed it was part of yet another venture on his part to save the wizarding world from the threat of some evil or other . . . ventures which he had never been arrogant enough to leave her out of until now. He threw his father's invisibility cloak over himself as he approached the portrait door.
Hermione resolved to follow Harry.
She stayed still and silent until she heard the portrait of the fat lady click shut behind him. Then she crept out of the Gryffindor common room, and turned right, following Harry's almost inaudible footsteps.
She followed him as he descended staircase after staircase. Eventually she decided that he could be leading her nowhere, this deep inside the castle, except the dungeons.
Harry's inconspicuous footsteps walked down the dingy corridor, and through the potions classroom to an area Hermione had only visited once before - Professor Snape's private potions stock. Harry tiptoed past this, and continued to the back of the room. Hermione knew what was to be found at the end of this particular classroom - Professor Snape's rooms!
The door to Snape's study was half-open. Harry entered quietly, and after a while Hermione ventured to peek inside. The room was empty! She walked in, and, at the closed door leading to what she could only assume must be Snape's bedroom, kneeled: and put her eye to the keyhole.
Hermione only just managed to restrain herself from gasping in astonishment, when she saw Harry with his fingers entangled in his potions master's hair, holding his head in a passionate kiss. Snape's hands were gripping Harry's shoulders tightly - it was impossible to tell if he was pulling the seventeen-year-old closer, or pushing him away. It seemed, at least to Hermione, that Snape himself did not know which of the two actions he was performing.
Hermione mentally shook herself as she realised just how aroused she was becoming. She berated herself - she felt she should be disgusted, no turned on. But still her heart raced in her chest and her breathing became shallow.
Hermione was shocked to see how forceful Harry was being as he pushed Snape back onto the great four poster bed and began to unbutton the older man's robes. As Hermione looked on, she began to feel a throbbing sensation down below. She was not stupid, she knew exactly what was going on . . . but what she could not understand was why what she was seeing had such an effect on her.
Snape suddenly pushed harry off him, and scampered backwards up the bed with a worried expression on his face. He sat up, pushing his back into the headboard as if he afraid of Harry. He whispered something, which was too quiet for Hermione to hear, but which seemed like a half-hearted attempt to scold Harry and get him to return to his dormitory.
Harry laughed, carelessly loud, evoking a panicked look from Snape, and began to unbutton his own robes.
'Harry, we can't, I can't . . .'
'But you want to, don't you.'
Not a question - a statement.
'That doesn't mean I CAN! I have . . . responsibilities . . . duties . . .'
'None of which forbid you enjoying yourself, I'm sure'. Said harry, as he began to unbutton his own robes.
'Harry, please!' Snape practically shouted. And then, realising how panicked he had sounded, purposely slowed and softened his tone to say 'Please return to your dormitory.'
Harry ignored the command of his potion's master, and continued to unbutton his outer robe.
Hermione had, of course, been aware of Harry's growing up greatly over the six years she had known him . . .but as he shrugged off his outer robe to reveal that he was, in fact, naked underneath, she began to appreciate quite how much he had grown.
His shoulders and arms were still slim and feminine, but his chest and torso were beautifully toned.
Harry dropped his robe to the floor, and looked at Snape with a predatory gleam in his eyes. He began to walk slowly around the side of the bed. The look on Snape's face was a mixture of begging Harry to leave him alone . . . and begging him to come closer.
Harry knelt on the bed and, pulling Snape's face towards him with a cupped hand, kissed him hard.
Snape pulled away - partly to show dissent and partly to get another look at Harry's body, but Harry just pushed him down onto the bed and began to kiss his neck, gently at first, but the with more and more little teasing bites.
Then Harry began to kiss Snape's chest, going down slowly and unbuttoning his robes as he went. He hovered over Snape's navel, licking, nibbling, tickling, teasing . . .
And still he went down.
Hermione was very excited now, both from what she was seeing and from the knowledge of formidable consequences if she were caught.
She began to feel hot, and tingled all over. She started to unbutton her own robes as she watched Snape's back arch with a gasp of pleasure.
She heard him breathing shallowly and moaning, quietly at first but crescendoing rapidly.
However, she did not see what was causing such ecstasies.
Hermione had fallen away from the keyhole, and lay on the cold, stone floor of Snape's study, discovering that some things are just intrinsically better than they can ever be described in books.