A/N: as I read this over, I realize that I'm probably the world's
biggest pervert! There's sex, sex, and for a change of pace, SEX!!! I'd
ask you to tell me if you minded, but because you've gotten this far I know
you don't! Enjoy, fellow sex-obsessed friends! ; D
Snape led Hermione to his bedroom. The lights were off, and the fire cast a romantic lull of the room. Hermione smiled into his kiss as he pulled her to him with a firm hand on her back. She reached down to stroke him over his pants, her hands gripping his cock tightly. Snape moaned, and Hermione probed her tongue farther into his mouth. Stopping, she gave mysterious look as she walked backwards to his bed.
Snape lifted an eyebrow as Hermione began to undress herself seductively. He watched, transfixed, as she lifted her shirt over her head to reveal her absence of a bra. Her pants came off next, and she was wearing hot little panties. Snape growled readily as he stood by, held by her gaze. Hermione lowered her head to her shoulder and kissed it, clad now in only small, red, lace underwear. Her teeth grazed against her skin and she moaned, her lips opening and spreading over skin. A lifted look told her that Snape was enjoying her display, and she arched her back and closed her eyes and drifted her hands down her chest. Hermione lifted one of her supple breasts in her hands and brought it close to her face. Blowing across it lightly, her nipple hardened, and she repeated the process with her right breast before taking her nipples in her hands and caressing them. Her gaze shifted yet again to the figure standing a few feet from her, and she continued to touch herself as the bulge in his pants grew. Her hands pushed and pulled, flowing over her body with practiced skill. Slowly she made her way to her stomach, and she sucked in her breath to lengthen herself as she drew her hand across the top of the red lace. Fingers flitted over the material, and she slipped them under the top of the fabric to pull them down. She started to, and then stopped. The disappointment in Snape's eyes caused her to laugh, and instead her hands returned to her breasts, and this time she sucked on her fingers, making them dripping wet before returning them to herself. Hearing a surprised chuckle from in front of her, she smiled, enjoying performing in front of her lover.
Snape began to undress, not capable of waiting for Hermione much longer. His eyes never left her, however, and she succeeded this time in pulling off her panties. A slickness coated her nether region, and she stuck out a tongue, touched it to two fingers, and ran them over her clit.
"Mmm." Hermione moaned, and Snape slid out of his pants a little faster. She batted her eyes at him, and his gaze never left hers as she stuck a slick finger into her core. Pumping into herself, she let out a throaty growl and suddenly a very naked Severus Snape was inches away from her face. Hermione closed her eyes slightly and breathed into his face as a second finger joined the first. He eyed her up and down, licking his lips seductively. Hermione sighed and fell back onto his luxurious bed, her fingers still working in her core. He moved on top of her, his knees around her waist and he watched her. She found his stare thrilling, and he let out a sigh of approval as she dragged her fingers lightly along her inner walls.
"Do you like it? Does it turn you on to watch me....playing with myself, while I think of you?" her words were deep and sultry, and she breathed heavily. He took hold of her wrist and pulled her hand to his face. Hermione gasped as he drew her wet fingers into his mouth and sucked her clean, his eyes never leaving hers. There was something about his eyes, something deep and sexy, and Hermione felt herself getting moist at the passion she saw radiating from them.
"Fuck yes." He whispered, his lips millimeters away from hers. "But not as much as I like to participate in your wonderful seduction." And with that he pushed into her, and she was hot and wet and tight around him. He shut his eyes in pleasure, and ground his hips against hers.
"Fuck?" Hermione asked, her tone innocent. "Why that sounds like a wonderful idea, Severus!" He buried himself in her as a response, and Hermione screamed. She tensed around him, and he pressed against her walls deliciously. Hermione panted, her body slickening as she grew hotter. He worked her furiously, and she cried out in pain as he rammed into her, before crying out his name in ecstasy a moment later. He kissed her, silencing her screams, and she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed into him fiercely. He was swiveling his hips, and she could feel him against every inch of her insides. Rubbing her fingers furiously over his nipples, she spoke in a hot voice.
"I want you to come, Severus. I want to feel you explode in me, hot and hard in my wet cunt. I want you to come so I can run my warm tongue up and down your big cock and lick you clean. Come for me, Severrrrrrrrus, come hard, and fast....and long. Oh Severus, ah, ah, AH, AHHH." She moaned as he brought her close. She thrashed under him, driving him deeper and deeper into her milky depths. He shivered. The sensations of her against his body mixed with her liquid voice and he let out a growl as he thrusted again and again, moving faster and faster. Hermione's nerves sang as he hit her in all the right places from the inside out. Tiny droplets of sweat rolled down her skin, and she was sent on a blissful ride through heaven. Vaguely she could hear Snape calling her name, and she felt him explode in her, filling her.
Hermione moved slowly; she was going to be sore tomorrow, but it was all worth it as she saw the enchanted look on Severus' face.
"You're a goddess." He whispered, and she moved, letting him slide out of her. She crawled down to his penis, and took it in her mouth while flipping him over onto his back. Slowly, and very gently she sucked the remains of his orgasm away, and licked him dry. Hermione then crawled up to her lover and opened his mouth to her with her tongue, letting him taste himself on her. He pulled her into an embrace, and ran his hands over her smooth body. His fingers felt like feathers, tickling her oversensitive flesh, and Hermione smiled in deep satisfaction. Her hands took up their own action and she ran her fingers through his tousled hair before letting them go lower.
"Anyone for seconds?"
*********************************************** Ginny looked up as Hermione opened the door to the common room. Her potions homework layed finished on her lap and she gave a sleepy grin. Harry and Ron sat, still extremely confused over advanced divination work. Hermione hovered over their shoulders and read their work. She had to hold back a chuckle.
"I wish I could help you there, guys. Unfortunately we really ought to be going to bed. Ginny, you coming?" Hermione tapped her on the shoulder. "Looks like you did a fine job there without me." She pointed to her work. Ginny nodded.
Walking over to Harry and Ron, who both looked very tired and irritable, she gave them their goodnights. Harry smiled weakly as Ginny's hand lingered on his shoulder...before she joined Hermione and they climbed the steps to Hermione's room. Shutting the door, Hermione gave Ginny her biggest grin. Ginny ran to sit on the bed.
"What happened?" She breathed. Hermione fell back on her bed next to the redhead.
"Oh Ginny..." She sighed. "It was wonderful!" Ginny leaned back and interlocked her arm with Hermione's before Hermione stood and began to change for bed. The book that Severus had given her was placed on her nightstand, and Ginny read the title warily. Hermione turned to see Ginny flipping the book over in her hands and scanning the pages.
"He...er, likes potions too?" Ginny offered nervously. Hermione nodded.
"He does. We really have a lot in common." She yawned. "What time is it?" Ginny glanced down at her watch.
"Almost midnight. What did you two do for that long?!" There was innocence in her voice that stopped Hermione. She wanted to tell Ginny everything, but the younger girl had never even been kissed before. 'She wouldn't understand.' And then Hermione scolded herself for belittling the girl. Just because she was young she didn't need protected! Hermione thought of herself, and how Severus had tried to decide her future for her: a future without him. It had hurt her to be thought of as anything other than the independent young woman she was. She decided to tell her.
"Sometimes we just sit there, and talk, and he holds me. And we just take comfort in the fact that we can just hold each other, and then nothing else in the world matters. Do you know what I mean?" Hermione peeked out the door to her bathroom, her toothbrush in hand. Ginny nodded.
"Yeah. On the rare occasion that Harry and I get to talk, and you know what I mean, like really talk, then time just flies by and the world around us changes but we don't even realize it. I remember last time we stopped talking we looked out the window and it was raining fiercely. I mean we didn't even hear anything before. It was loud too, like thunder." Ginny gave a dreamy look out Hermione's window. The moonlight shined over the lake, which was clearly visible from the upper tower where Hermione's room was located. She could hear her best friend running water in the bathroom. Hermione poked her head out again, drying her face.
"If I tell you a secret, will you promise that you won't tell anyone?" There was a mischievous glow in her eyes, and Ginny gave her a confused look.
"You know I will, 'Mione." She sat up, interested. Hermione squealed with delight and sat down on her bed again. How would she phrase it? 'Hmm...how can I tell her this without her getting the wrong idea? We made love? No...that's a little to cheesy when you're explaining it to someone else. How can I tell her how wonderful he makes me feel, how his touch sends my body into a reaction only he can bring, how I can see a different world from the reflection in his dark eyes?'
"I'm not a virgin anymore." There, she had said it. Ginny's jaw dropped. Her eyes widened, and for a few moments she was speechless...something that only happened when Harry was in the room. Hermione took Ginny's hand in hers and smiled. "Don't worry about me Ginny, I know it was the right thing to do, and we really love each other. For heaven's sake Ginny, don't look so stunned! Say something!"
"Wow." There was hardly any sound at all, and Hermione laughed, then pulled the girl into a hug.
"You don't know how much of a relief it is to tell someone! All I really want is to go screaming it down the halls, and writing his name in little hearts over my stuff, which I know sounds childish, but the only reason I want to is because I can't! I can't tell anyone that we're together, and it kills me! You're my best friend, Ginny, and I can't even tell you who it is. But when he's kissing me all my worries just fade away, the world outside doesn't exist, just us. It's the most incredible feeling I've ever had!"
"Is he a good kisser? He looks like he'd be one..." Ginny clamped a hand over her mouth as soon as she had said it. "Oops." She murmured, her head down. Hermione froze. Ginny's hand dropped from hers, and she put her hands on the redhead's face and forced her to look in her eyes.
"You know?" There was a fear in her eyes, and Ginny regretted opening her mouth. She slowly shook her head. "How?"
"It sort of all came together. I won't tell anyone though, Hermione, I swear!"
Hermione just kind of stared at Ginny for a few moments. "How long have you known?"
Ginny blushed. "Well, not concretely until tonight when I saw that book." She pointed to the worn copy on the nightstand. "But I had an idea before. I saw him slip that note into your pocket. And I saw how you two look at each other." She gazed at the stripes on Hermione's comforter, but Hermione lifted her chin up with her hand and pulled her into another hug. Ginny gaped at the tears flowing from Hermione's eyes. She almost never cried, and never in front of anyone else.
"Aren't you...like, grossed out?" Hermione asked, a smiled on her face as she wiped at her tears. Ginny grinned.
"No! Actually, I don't think he's bad looking at all. I mean, I know everyone hates him because he's harsh, but I owe a lot of my confidence to him. You know how I was in my first year, 'Mione, I wouldn't even raise my hand...and he yelled at me. And boy did he yell! But now I'm fully competent, and I have more confidence. He started that, I think. Besides, after my first year and now that I raise my hand and do things right, he's been actually kind to me. So, it is a little weird...because it's you and Snape!! But I think I can handle it. I've never seen you this happy before!"
The two stayed up most of the night talking. Hermione was practically jumping for joy in the fact that she didn't have anything to hide from Ginny, and Ginny was enjoying listening to her. It was exciting to hear that Hermione now had a sex life, and she paid attention with great interest as Hermione explained a few of her questions. Finally, at almost three in the morning, Ginny was being ushered out of the Head Girl's room.
"Do you understand now why I can't tell Harry and Ron?" Hermione spoke, laughing. Ginny nodded.
"Although that would make for quality entertainment." She nudged Hermione playfully and wiggled her eyebrows.
"You do, you die!" Hermione yelled as Ginny walked down the hallway, turning back to stick out her tongue.
Hermione layed down on her bed, thoroughly exhausted. It had been quite a night. She picked up a random book from her shelf and flipped through the pages absentmindedly. Suddenly the picture of a fireplace appeared on one of the pages. Hermione stared at it, dumbfounded. She had searched for hours in the library last week on the Floo Network, and here it was, right in her very own personal collection. How to Connect Your Own Secret Floo Network. Hermione shook her head, but the title was still there when she glanced back. How could she have forgotten about it, she never forgot stuff that interesting! Quickly she began to read, not fully convinced that if she didn't read the passage now, that it wouldn't be there in the morning.
(A/N, Hope you enjoyed. And please tell me you didn't laugh out loud at Hermione's attempt to talk dirty. It was my first time writing it, and her first time doing it, so it's not going to be perfect! I read over it and cringed, but I wanted to leave it in to give you all a good smile!! :) please please please review!)
Snape led Hermione to his bedroom. The lights were off, and the fire cast a romantic lull of the room. Hermione smiled into his kiss as he pulled her to him with a firm hand on her back. She reached down to stroke him over his pants, her hands gripping his cock tightly. Snape moaned, and Hermione probed her tongue farther into his mouth. Stopping, she gave mysterious look as she walked backwards to his bed.
Snape lifted an eyebrow as Hermione began to undress herself seductively. He watched, transfixed, as she lifted her shirt over her head to reveal her absence of a bra. Her pants came off next, and she was wearing hot little panties. Snape growled readily as he stood by, held by her gaze. Hermione lowered her head to her shoulder and kissed it, clad now in only small, red, lace underwear. Her teeth grazed against her skin and she moaned, her lips opening and spreading over skin. A lifted look told her that Snape was enjoying her display, and she arched her back and closed her eyes and drifted her hands down her chest. Hermione lifted one of her supple breasts in her hands and brought it close to her face. Blowing across it lightly, her nipple hardened, and she repeated the process with her right breast before taking her nipples in her hands and caressing them. Her gaze shifted yet again to the figure standing a few feet from her, and she continued to touch herself as the bulge in his pants grew. Her hands pushed and pulled, flowing over her body with practiced skill. Slowly she made her way to her stomach, and she sucked in her breath to lengthen herself as she drew her hand across the top of the red lace. Fingers flitted over the material, and she slipped them under the top of the fabric to pull them down. She started to, and then stopped. The disappointment in Snape's eyes caused her to laugh, and instead her hands returned to her breasts, and this time she sucked on her fingers, making them dripping wet before returning them to herself. Hearing a surprised chuckle from in front of her, she smiled, enjoying performing in front of her lover.
Snape began to undress, not capable of waiting for Hermione much longer. His eyes never left her, however, and she succeeded this time in pulling off her panties. A slickness coated her nether region, and she stuck out a tongue, touched it to two fingers, and ran them over her clit.
"Mmm." Hermione moaned, and Snape slid out of his pants a little faster. She batted her eyes at him, and his gaze never left hers as she stuck a slick finger into her core. Pumping into herself, she let out a throaty growl and suddenly a very naked Severus Snape was inches away from her face. Hermione closed her eyes slightly and breathed into his face as a second finger joined the first. He eyed her up and down, licking his lips seductively. Hermione sighed and fell back onto his luxurious bed, her fingers still working in her core. He moved on top of her, his knees around her waist and he watched her. She found his stare thrilling, and he let out a sigh of approval as she dragged her fingers lightly along her inner walls.
"Do you like it? Does it turn you on to watch me....playing with myself, while I think of you?" her words were deep and sultry, and she breathed heavily. He took hold of her wrist and pulled her hand to his face. Hermione gasped as he drew her wet fingers into his mouth and sucked her clean, his eyes never leaving hers. There was something about his eyes, something deep and sexy, and Hermione felt herself getting moist at the passion she saw radiating from them.
"Fuck yes." He whispered, his lips millimeters away from hers. "But not as much as I like to participate in your wonderful seduction." And with that he pushed into her, and she was hot and wet and tight around him. He shut his eyes in pleasure, and ground his hips against hers.
"Fuck?" Hermione asked, her tone innocent. "Why that sounds like a wonderful idea, Severus!" He buried himself in her as a response, and Hermione screamed. She tensed around him, and he pressed against her walls deliciously. Hermione panted, her body slickening as she grew hotter. He worked her furiously, and she cried out in pain as he rammed into her, before crying out his name in ecstasy a moment later. He kissed her, silencing her screams, and she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed into him fiercely. He was swiveling his hips, and she could feel him against every inch of her insides. Rubbing her fingers furiously over his nipples, she spoke in a hot voice.
"I want you to come, Severus. I want to feel you explode in me, hot and hard in my wet cunt. I want you to come so I can run my warm tongue up and down your big cock and lick you clean. Come for me, Severrrrrrrrus, come hard, and fast....and long. Oh Severus, ah, ah, AH, AHHH." She moaned as he brought her close. She thrashed under him, driving him deeper and deeper into her milky depths. He shivered. The sensations of her against his body mixed with her liquid voice and he let out a growl as he thrusted again and again, moving faster and faster. Hermione's nerves sang as he hit her in all the right places from the inside out. Tiny droplets of sweat rolled down her skin, and she was sent on a blissful ride through heaven. Vaguely she could hear Snape calling her name, and she felt him explode in her, filling her.
Hermione moved slowly; she was going to be sore tomorrow, but it was all worth it as she saw the enchanted look on Severus' face.
"You're a goddess." He whispered, and she moved, letting him slide out of her. She crawled down to his penis, and took it in her mouth while flipping him over onto his back. Slowly, and very gently she sucked the remains of his orgasm away, and licked him dry. Hermione then crawled up to her lover and opened his mouth to her with her tongue, letting him taste himself on her. He pulled her into an embrace, and ran his hands over her smooth body. His fingers felt like feathers, tickling her oversensitive flesh, and Hermione smiled in deep satisfaction. Her hands took up their own action and she ran her fingers through his tousled hair before letting them go lower.
"Anyone for seconds?"
*********************************************** Ginny looked up as Hermione opened the door to the common room. Her potions homework layed finished on her lap and she gave a sleepy grin. Harry and Ron sat, still extremely confused over advanced divination work. Hermione hovered over their shoulders and read their work. She had to hold back a chuckle.
"I wish I could help you there, guys. Unfortunately we really ought to be going to bed. Ginny, you coming?" Hermione tapped her on the shoulder. "Looks like you did a fine job there without me." She pointed to her work. Ginny nodded.
Walking over to Harry and Ron, who both looked very tired and irritable, she gave them their goodnights. Harry smiled weakly as Ginny's hand lingered on his shoulder...before she joined Hermione and they climbed the steps to Hermione's room. Shutting the door, Hermione gave Ginny her biggest grin. Ginny ran to sit on the bed.
"What happened?" She breathed. Hermione fell back on her bed next to the redhead.
"Oh Ginny..." She sighed. "It was wonderful!" Ginny leaned back and interlocked her arm with Hermione's before Hermione stood and began to change for bed. The book that Severus had given her was placed on her nightstand, and Ginny read the title warily. Hermione turned to see Ginny flipping the book over in her hands and scanning the pages.
"He...er, likes potions too?" Ginny offered nervously. Hermione nodded.
"He does. We really have a lot in common." She yawned. "What time is it?" Ginny glanced down at her watch.
"Almost midnight. What did you two do for that long?!" There was innocence in her voice that stopped Hermione. She wanted to tell Ginny everything, but the younger girl had never even been kissed before. 'She wouldn't understand.' And then Hermione scolded herself for belittling the girl. Just because she was young she didn't need protected! Hermione thought of herself, and how Severus had tried to decide her future for her: a future without him. It had hurt her to be thought of as anything other than the independent young woman she was. She decided to tell her.
"Sometimes we just sit there, and talk, and he holds me. And we just take comfort in the fact that we can just hold each other, and then nothing else in the world matters. Do you know what I mean?" Hermione peeked out the door to her bathroom, her toothbrush in hand. Ginny nodded.
"Yeah. On the rare occasion that Harry and I get to talk, and you know what I mean, like really talk, then time just flies by and the world around us changes but we don't even realize it. I remember last time we stopped talking we looked out the window and it was raining fiercely. I mean we didn't even hear anything before. It was loud too, like thunder." Ginny gave a dreamy look out Hermione's window. The moonlight shined over the lake, which was clearly visible from the upper tower where Hermione's room was located. She could hear her best friend running water in the bathroom. Hermione poked her head out again, drying her face.
"If I tell you a secret, will you promise that you won't tell anyone?" There was a mischievous glow in her eyes, and Ginny gave her a confused look.
"You know I will, 'Mione." She sat up, interested. Hermione squealed with delight and sat down on her bed again. How would she phrase it? 'Hmm...how can I tell her this without her getting the wrong idea? We made love? No...that's a little to cheesy when you're explaining it to someone else. How can I tell her how wonderful he makes me feel, how his touch sends my body into a reaction only he can bring, how I can see a different world from the reflection in his dark eyes?'
"I'm not a virgin anymore." There, she had said it. Ginny's jaw dropped. Her eyes widened, and for a few moments she was speechless...something that only happened when Harry was in the room. Hermione took Ginny's hand in hers and smiled. "Don't worry about me Ginny, I know it was the right thing to do, and we really love each other. For heaven's sake Ginny, don't look so stunned! Say something!"
"Wow." There was hardly any sound at all, and Hermione laughed, then pulled the girl into a hug.
"You don't know how much of a relief it is to tell someone! All I really want is to go screaming it down the halls, and writing his name in little hearts over my stuff, which I know sounds childish, but the only reason I want to is because I can't! I can't tell anyone that we're together, and it kills me! You're my best friend, Ginny, and I can't even tell you who it is. But when he's kissing me all my worries just fade away, the world outside doesn't exist, just us. It's the most incredible feeling I've ever had!"
"Is he a good kisser? He looks like he'd be one..." Ginny clamped a hand over her mouth as soon as she had said it. "Oops." She murmured, her head down. Hermione froze. Ginny's hand dropped from hers, and she put her hands on the redhead's face and forced her to look in her eyes.
"You know?" There was a fear in her eyes, and Ginny regretted opening her mouth. She slowly shook her head. "How?"
"It sort of all came together. I won't tell anyone though, Hermione, I swear!"
Hermione just kind of stared at Ginny for a few moments. "How long have you known?"
Ginny blushed. "Well, not concretely until tonight when I saw that book." She pointed to the worn copy on the nightstand. "But I had an idea before. I saw him slip that note into your pocket. And I saw how you two look at each other." She gazed at the stripes on Hermione's comforter, but Hermione lifted her chin up with her hand and pulled her into another hug. Ginny gaped at the tears flowing from Hermione's eyes. She almost never cried, and never in front of anyone else.
"Aren't you...like, grossed out?" Hermione asked, a smiled on her face as she wiped at her tears. Ginny grinned.
"No! Actually, I don't think he's bad looking at all. I mean, I know everyone hates him because he's harsh, but I owe a lot of my confidence to him. You know how I was in my first year, 'Mione, I wouldn't even raise my hand...and he yelled at me. And boy did he yell! But now I'm fully competent, and I have more confidence. He started that, I think. Besides, after my first year and now that I raise my hand and do things right, he's been actually kind to me. So, it is a little weird...because it's you and Snape!! But I think I can handle it. I've never seen you this happy before!"
The two stayed up most of the night talking. Hermione was practically jumping for joy in the fact that she didn't have anything to hide from Ginny, and Ginny was enjoying listening to her. It was exciting to hear that Hermione now had a sex life, and she paid attention with great interest as Hermione explained a few of her questions. Finally, at almost three in the morning, Ginny was being ushered out of the Head Girl's room.
"Do you understand now why I can't tell Harry and Ron?" Hermione spoke, laughing. Ginny nodded.
"Although that would make for quality entertainment." She nudged Hermione playfully and wiggled her eyebrows.
"You do, you die!" Hermione yelled as Ginny walked down the hallway, turning back to stick out her tongue.
Hermione layed down on her bed, thoroughly exhausted. It had been quite a night. She picked up a random book from her shelf and flipped through the pages absentmindedly. Suddenly the picture of a fireplace appeared on one of the pages. Hermione stared at it, dumbfounded. She had searched for hours in the library last week on the Floo Network, and here it was, right in her very own personal collection. How to Connect Your Own Secret Floo Network. Hermione shook her head, but the title was still there when she glanced back. How could she have forgotten about it, she never forgot stuff that interesting! Quickly she began to read, not fully convinced that if she didn't read the passage now, that it wouldn't be there in the morning.
(A/N, Hope you enjoyed. And please tell me you didn't laugh out loud at Hermione's attempt to talk dirty. It was my first time writing it, and her first time doing it, so it's not going to be perfect! I read over it and cringed, but I wanted to leave it in to give you all a good smile!! :) please please please review!)