A/n: Just an idea I got.
Disclaimer, I don't own anything. Rating: R
+++++++++++++ The size of a mans hands +++++++++++++
"Miss. Granger! Perhaps you could share with us the thoughts of yours? It must be serious, making you not paying attention?" Snape's voice was cold as ice, and made Hermione jump in her set.
"I'm sorry professor, I was just looking at your hands," she said "They're quite large, and." She stopped herself as she realised what she was saying. She stared down; her face was bright red. The classroom was terrible quiet.
"So, " Snape said softly "You were wondering whether that old saying is true.?" "Ten point from Gryffindor for being superstitious, Miss. Granger!" Some of the Slytherins laughed.
"By the way," Snape added, "How old are you, Miss Granger?" Hermione was puzzled, "I'll be eighteen next month, Sir."
Snape looked upon her with a rather nasty smile. "Oh, my! 18 years old, and still you haven't figured out if there are a connection between the size of a man's hands and other part of his body? Really Miss Granger, you shouldn't be spending all your time in the library!"
This time not only the Slytherins laughed, by quite a lot of the Gryffindors as well, and Hermione turned even darker red, looking embarrassed down to her table.
When the class was dismissed she was the first to leave the dungeons.
..........
Harry and Ron asked her if she wanted to play chess with them after dinner, but she turned them down. "Sorry boys, but I still have that detention with Hagrid tonight."
They nodded. "I still don't understand how you managed to get detention from Hagrid?!" Harry asked. He had been ill the day before, and hadn't seen what happened.
"I know," Hermione said," I shouldn't have pushed Malfoy over the fence to the Screwts, but I just couldn't stand him touching me the way he did." She shuddered to the very thought of Malfoy's try to grasp on her breasts.
"But I still think you should have told Hagrid why you acted as you did!" Ron looked angry, Hermione was shaking her head. "I just couldn't, it was too embarrassing. And he would probably just denied it."
"Anyway, " She said as she rose from the table, "I better be going." At the same time Professor McGonagall approached them. "Miss Granger, I have a message for you. Hagrid is busy, so you will meet in the dungeons to see Professor Snape for your detention."
Hermione swallowed, and stared at her friends with a trace of panic in her eyes. Snape! After she made such a mess of herself earlier today? Oh God, this will be hard!
Harry and Ron patted her on her shoulders as she pale-faced left, to fresh up her a little before going to the dungeons.
Snape watched the Gryffindor as she got the message from Minerva. She got so pale he could actually see the colour leave her face. As she left the great hall, she was pale, but was holding her head high. He sighed, during the last year she had turned into a beautiful young woman, she was no longer a child. But he hadn't noticed until she admitted that she was watching his hands. As the meaning of her words made themselves obvious to his brain, he could feel his cock harden at the very thought of his hands on her firm body.
Ashamed of his own reaction, he had never reacted on a student that way before, he did an effort to humiliate her. Almost to make a statement to himself: "You're not interested Severus!"
And now she was going to his dungeons for detention.When Minerva had asked him if he could be a substitute for Hagrid, he had agreed, not knowing that Hermione was the person to do detention. How could he imagine? Miss Granger? The person never doing anything wrong, and a friend of Hagrid? How on earth did she get detention from him?
With a cup of coffee in his hand, he left for his office.
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"Enter!" Snape's dark voice answered as Hermione knocked his office door. Still pale in her face she entered his office. He was sitting at his desk, grading tests, and did not look up on her. She waited, and at last he lifted his head and watched her. "So", he said softly, "I never thought you of all persons would get detention from Hagrid! What did you do?"
She didn't meet his gaze; she looked down and refused to answer.
"Answer!" Snape ordered. "And look at me when you do!"
She took a deep breath and looked into the potions Masters eyes. "I pushed Malfoy over the fence into the screwts" she said boldly.
"So, " to her amazement Snape looked slightly amused, "So, that's what you did. May I ask why?"
She turned her face away, "I don't want to." she muttered, again looking at the floor.
"Answer me, " Snape said, "I want to know why you pushed Malfoy. Maybe Hagrid didn't bother to put pressure on you but Malfoy is a Slytherin, and therefore my responsibility."
Hermione was still looking down, as she felt his hand touching her chin gently, moving her face so that their eyes met. "Tell me!" he insisted softly.
She looked into his black eyes with a feeling of drowning and sighed. "He tried to pull of my robe and grasp on my breasts," She said embarrasted. The soft expression in Snape's eyes disappeared, as his face frowned. "He did WHAT?!"
"You heard me," Hermione said, a bit angry "Now you now why I pushed him, Hagrid doesn't know, as I refused to tell him. I don't like Malfoy, but if Hagrid had known he would have killed him, and I don't want Hagrid to get in trouble. "
Snape nodded slightly, still looking at her. God she was lovely when she was angry! Her faced got its colour back, and her eyes glowed.
"Please Professor?" She said, "If you could tell me what to do?"
"About Malfoy?" he asked.
"No Professor," She said with a trace of smile on her face, "I can handle him, I think he learned his lesson. Nobody touches me if I don't want them to. I was thinking of my detention. Maybe we should get started?"
Touch her.Snape swallowed, and showed what he wanted her to do, and placed himself at his desk again. Pretending to grade tests he watched her making a potion against boils.
Hermione could feel his eyes burn on her back as she was cutting the dragon liver. It made her feel strange, warm. She could still feel her skin burn on her chin where he had touched her, made her meet his eyes. Those black eyes.
Suddenly she realised that he was no longer sitting at his desk, but standing behind her, watching her actions over her shoulders. She could feel the heat of his body through her clothes and the warmth of his breath in her ear. She started to breathe a bit heavier, as the thought of how it would feel just to lean back a bit against his body?
Not concentrating on her actions the knife slipped, and she cut herself in the finger. The pain made her swear, and jump backwards, into Snape's arms.
Instinctively he embraced her, then turned her around. "Did you cut yourself?" he asked, and without waiting for an answer, hi lifted the hand with her wounded finger to his mouth, and put her finger into it, sucking the blood away.
She gasped. Not from the pain in her finger, but from the feeling of his warm and wet tongue circling her finger, making shivers of sensation through her body.
She met his black gaze a moment, but his eyes were to strong for her, she moved her own hazel eyes away, and closed them in pleasure as he moved one hand to her ear, pushing her hair behind it, and kissed her just below the ear.
Her hands moved as they had their own will, embraced his neck, and caressed his hair.
"Please, Professor," she moaned, as he licked her neck, "please!"
"Please what?" he murmured against her neck.
"Kiss me!" she whispered, but he heard, and obeyed, careful and chaste at first, but as their mouths opened and their tongues met the kiss became wilder. He was drinking her, devouring her with his mouth, as his hands pulled her tighter to his body.
His kiss made her move against him, rubbing his cock against her hip. He groaned, and placed one of his hands on her ass pushing her closer.
"NO!" he said, and all of a sudden he stopped, pushing himself a little bit away from her. Both breathing heavily from the deep kiss, looking at each other with eyes dark from desire. "Not like this," he panted, "Not in here!"
She looked as if he had hit her; did he reject her?
But before she managed to clear her mind, he lifted her up in his arms, and walked to a door in the back of his office.
Hermione found herself on a large bed, with dark green silky sheets. Snape was standing beside the bed, slowly removing his robe; his eyes fixed on her. As he had removed both his robe and his shirt, and revealed a pale muscular chest, he moved towards her, seated him at her side. Still holding her gaze with his black eyes, he started to remove her clothes still very slowly.
She whimpered impassioned, and he stopped abruptly. "Have you changed you mind?" he said with a husky voice.
She was shaking her head, not able to speak. "Are you sure?" he asked again. "Yes," she whispered, "please, professor!"
He finished the last button on her blouse, and pulled it off her, noticing her not wearing a bra. He pushed her back on the bed again, bending over her, placing hiss warm mouth on a stiff nipple.
"Professor!" she gasped from the feeling. He smirked and said, "I think it's time we use each others given names, don't you think Hermione?"
"Yes, Severus, oh yes!" She cried as he licked his way from her breast to her waist, and started to remove her skirt with one hand, as he at the same time caressed her thigh with the other hand.
She arched against him, her hands enjoying the feeling of his skin on his back, before they wandered down on his body. She moved her hands to his crouch, rubbing his erection through the fabric, before she started to unbutton his fly.
Released from unnecessary fabric they both embraced each other, for a moment just enjoying the overwhelming feeling of skin towards skin. Snape caressed her ass, then he pushed her over to her back, starting to kiss her feet. Sucking and nibbling her toes, then moving his actions to her feet, and the inside of her leg and thigh, made her moan in pleasure, and reach out her hand for his cock. Stroking it, rubbing it, and finally taking it into her mouth making him gasp in shock and sensation. She teased the tip of his cock with her tongue, making his body shiver.
"Stop!" he gasped, "or I will be finished long before you. I want this to last!"
He kissed her again, deep and demanding, making her whimpering of the need to be filled. She parted her legs and arched against him, and he placed himself between her legs. She could feel the tip of his cock against her opening, but he didn't push himself into her. Just touching her slightly, teasing her, until she grasped his but with her hand, as she arched against him again.
"Severus, PLEASE!" she almost cried. He smirked and started to thrust his cock into the warm wet opening.
Like dancers they found the rhythm, swaying against each other, him thrusting himself deeper and deeper into her. Lifting her a little bit, he placed his hand on her ass, separating the halves, moisturising his finger between her legs, then moving it towards her other opening. Circling and pushing the finger against it, he pushed it inside her, claiming her mouth with his tongue, and her two other openings with his cock and his hand.
Filled with him, crushed against his body, she could feel her climax rise inside her. And as she came, calling his name, he followed, pushed over the edge by her strong orgasm.
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Hermione was snuggling against his body, and as he smiled he asked her: "Well my dear, do you now have any thoughts on the size of a mans hands and other part of his body?"
She smirked, "Well, no, I think I need another look."
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Disclaimer, I don't own anything. Rating: R
+++++++++++++ The size of a mans hands +++++++++++++
"Miss. Granger! Perhaps you could share with us the thoughts of yours? It must be serious, making you not paying attention?" Snape's voice was cold as ice, and made Hermione jump in her set.
"I'm sorry professor, I was just looking at your hands," she said "They're quite large, and." She stopped herself as she realised what she was saying. She stared down; her face was bright red. The classroom was terrible quiet.
"So, " Snape said softly "You were wondering whether that old saying is true.?" "Ten point from Gryffindor for being superstitious, Miss. Granger!" Some of the Slytherins laughed.
"By the way," Snape added, "How old are you, Miss Granger?" Hermione was puzzled, "I'll be eighteen next month, Sir."
Snape looked upon her with a rather nasty smile. "Oh, my! 18 years old, and still you haven't figured out if there are a connection between the size of a man's hands and other part of his body? Really Miss Granger, you shouldn't be spending all your time in the library!"
This time not only the Slytherins laughed, by quite a lot of the Gryffindors as well, and Hermione turned even darker red, looking embarrassed down to her table.
When the class was dismissed she was the first to leave the dungeons.
..........
Harry and Ron asked her if she wanted to play chess with them after dinner, but she turned them down. "Sorry boys, but I still have that detention with Hagrid tonight."
They nodded. "I still don't understand how you managed to get detention from Hagrid?!" Harry asked. He had been ill the day before, and hadn't seen what happened.
"I know," Hermione said," I shouldn't have pushed Malfoy over the fence to the Screwts, but I just couldn't stand him touching me the way he did." She shuddered to the very thought of Malfoy's try to grasp on her breasts.
"But I still think you should have told Hagrid why you acted as you did!" Ron looked angry, Hermione was shaking her head. "I just couldn't, it was too embarrassing. And he would probably just denied it."
"Anyway, " She said as she rose from the table, "I better be going." At the same time Professor McGonagall approached them. "Miss Granger, I have a message for you. Hagrid is busy, so you will meet in the dungeons to see Professor Snape for your detention."
Hermione swallowed, and stared at her friends with a trace of panic in her eyes. Snape! After she made such a mess of herself earlier today? Oh God, this will be hard!
Harry and Ron patted her on her shoulders as she pale-faced left, to fresh up her a little before going to the dungeons.
Snape watched the Gryffindor as she got the message from Minerva. She got so pale he could actually see the colour leave her face. As she left the great hall, she was pale, but was holding her head high. He sighed, during the last year she had turned into a beautiful young woman, she was no longer a child. But he hadn't noticed until she admitted that she was watching his hands. As the meaning of her words made themselves obvious to his brain, he could feel his cock harden at the very thought of his hands on her firm body.
Ashamed of his own reaction, he had never reacted on a student that way before, he did an effort to humiliate her. Almost to make a statement to himself: "You're not interested Severus!"
And now she was going to his dungeons for detention.When Minerva had asked him if he could be a substitute for Hagrid, he had agreed, not knowing that Hermione was the person to do detention. How could he imagine? Miss Granger? The person never doing anything wrong, and a friend of Hagrid? How on earth did she get detention from him?
With a cup of coffee in his hand, he left for his office.
*************
"Enter!" Snape's dark voice answered as Hermione knocked his office door. Still pale in her face she entered his office. He was sitting at his desk, grading tests, and did not look up on her. She waited, and at last he lifted his head and watched her. "So", he said softly, "I never thought you of all persons would get detention from Hagrid! What did you do?"
She didn't meet his gaze; she looked down and refused to answer.
"Answer!" Snape ordered. "And look at me when you do!"
She took a deep breath and looked into the potions Masters eyes. "I pushed Malfoy over the fence into the screwts" she said boldly.
"So, " to her amazement Snape looked slightly amused, "So, that's what you did. May I ask why?"
She turned her face away, "I don't want to." she muttered, again looking at the floor.
"Answer me, " Snape said, "I want to know why you pushed Malfoy. Maybe Hagrid didn't bother to put pressure on you but Malfoy is a Slytherin, and therefore my responsibility."
Hermione was still looking down, as she felt his hand touching her chin gently, moving her face so that their eyes met. "Tell me!" he insisted softly.
She looked into his black eyes with a feeling of drowning and sighed. "He tried to pull of my robe and grasp on my breasts," She said embarrasted. The soft expression in Snape's eyes disappeared, as his face frowned. "He did WHAT?!"
"You heard me," Hermione said, a bit angry "Now you now why I pushed him, Hagrid doesn't know, as I refused to tell him. I don't like Malfoy, but if Hagrid had known he would have killed him, and I don't want Hagrid to get in trouble. "
Snape nodded slightly, still looking at her. God she was lovely when she was angry! Her faced got its colour back, and her eyes glowed.
"Please Professor?" She said, "If you could tell me what to do?"
"About Malfoy?" he asked.
"No Professor," She said with a trace of smile on her face, "I can handle him, I think he learned his lesson. Nobody touches me if I don't want them to. I was thinking of my detention. Maybe we should get started?"
Touch her.Snape swallowed, and showed what he wanted her to do, and placed himself at his desk again. Pretending to grade tests he watched her making a potion against boils.
Hermione could feel his eyes burn on her back as she was cutting the dragon liver. It made her feel strange, warm. She could still feel her skin burn on her chin where he had touched her, made her meet his eyes. Those black eyes.
Suddenly she realised that he was no longer sitting at his desk, but standing behind her, watching her actions over her shoulders. She could feel the heat of his body through her clothes and the warmth of his breath in her ear. She started to breathe a bit heavier, as the thought of how it would feel just to lean back a bit against his body?
Not concentrating on her actions the knife slipped, and she cut herself in the finger. The pain made her swear, and jump backwards, into Snape's arms.
Instinctively he embraced her, then turned her around. "Did you cut yourself?" he asked, and without waiting for an answer, hi lifted the hand with her wounded finger to his mouth, and put her finger into it, sucking the blood away.
She gasped. Not from the pain in her finger, but from the feeling of his warm and wet tongue circling her finger, making shivers of sensation through her body.
She met his black gaze a moment, but his eyes were to strong for her, she moved her own hazel eyes away, and closed them in pleasure as he moved one hand to her ear, pushing her hair behind it, and kissed her just below the ear.
Her hands moved as they had their own will, embraced his neck, and caressed his hair.
"Please, Professor," she moaned, as he licked her neck, "please!"
"Please what?" he murmured against her neck.
"Kiss me!" she whispered, but he heard, and obeyed, careful and chaste at first, but as their mouths opened and their tongues met the kiss became wilder. He was drinking her, devouring her with his mouth, as his hands pulled her tighter to his body.
His kiss made her move against him, rubbing his cock against her hip. He groaned, and placed one of his hands on her ass pushing her closer.
"NO!" he said, and all of a sudden he stopped, pushing himself a little bit away from her. Both breathing heavily from the deep kiss, looking at each other with eyes dark from desire. "Not like this," he panted, "Not in here!"
She looked as if he had hit her; did he reject her?
But before she managed to clear her mind, he lifted her up in his arms, and walked to a door in the back of his office.
Hermione found herself on a large bed, with dark green silky sheets. Snape was standing beside the bed, slowly removing his robe; his eyes fixed on her. As he had removed both his robe and his shirt, and revealed a pale muscular chest, he moved towards her, seated him at her side. Still holding her gaze with his black eyes, he started to remove her clothes still very slowly.
She whimpered impassioned, and he stopped abruptly. "Have you changed you mind?" he said with a husky voice.
She was shaking her head, not able to speak. "Are you sure?" he asked again. "Yes," she whispered, "please, professor!"
He finished the last button on her blouse, and pulled it off her, noticing her not wearing a bra. He pushed her back on the bed again, bending over her, placing hiss warm mouth on a stiff nipple.
"Professor!" she gasped from the feeling. He smirked and said, "I think it's time we use each others given names, don't you think Hermione?"
"Yes, Severus, oh yes!" She cried as he licked his way from her breast to her waist, and started to remove her skirt with one hand, as he at the same time caressed her thigh with the other hand.
She arched against him, her hands enjoying the feeling of his skin on his back, before they wandered down on his body. She moved her hands to his crouch, rubbing his erection through the fabric, before she started to unbutton his fly.
Released from unnecessary fabric they both embraced each other, for a moment just enjoying the overwhelming feeling of skin towards skin. Snape caressed her ass, then he pushed her over to her back, starting to kiss her feet. Sucking and nibbling her toes, then moving his actions to her feet, and the inside of her leg and thigh, made her moan in pleasure, and reach out her hand for his cock. Stroking it, rubbing it, and finally taking it into her mouth making him gasp in shock and sensation. She teased the tip of his cock with her tongue, making his body shiver.
"Stop!" he gasped, "or I will be finished long before you. I want this to last!"
He kissed her again, deep and demanding, making her whimpering of the need to be filled. She parted her legs and arched against him, and he placed himself between her legs. She could feel the tip of his cock against her opening, but he didn't push himself into her. Just touching her slightly, teasing her, until she grasped his but with her hand, as she arched against him again.
"Severus, PLEASE!" she almost cried. He smirked and started to thrust his cock into the warm wet opening.
Like dancers they found the rhythm, swaying against each other, him thrusting himself deeper and deeper into her. Lifting her a little bit, he placed his hand on her ass, separating the halves, moisturising his finger between her legs, then moving it towards her other opening. Circling and pushing the finger against it, he pushed it inside her, claiming her mouth with his tongue, and her two other openings with his cock and his hand.
Filled with him, crushed against his body, she could feel her climax rise inside her. And as she came, calling his name, he followed, pushed over the edge by her strong orgasm.
************
Hermione was snuggling against his body, and as he smiled he asked her: "Well my dear, do you now have any thoughts on the size of a mans hands and other part of his body?"
She smirked, "Well, no, I think I need another look."
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