Authors note;
Things to remember with this story.
1) Hermione is in Slytherin not Gryffindor
2) Snape isn't innocent.
3) I have a thing for Death Eaters.
4) There will be graphic sex and sensuality. I like writing detailed smut.
5) Darkness will abound.
6) Hermione will be corrupted.
7) Yes, it starts with a lemon! (Lol, so sue me.) But, rest assured that there is much more to the story than that…
That will be all - for now.
Prologue .
"Open your legs." He demanded, his tone demonic, smooth and silky.
His dark gaze was wickedly amused and distinctly challenging. It was as if he were daring her to act like the scared little girl he thought her to be. Damn him.
Yes, he fully expected her to run. But he didn't know how long she'd waited for this moment. A small part of him wished to scare her away by his blatant demands, the other part…well, he wanted her to stay.
She met his glittering gaze without flinching, despite the bone, death eater mask which adorned his face. Its surface was splattered with blood, undoubtedly from innocent muggles, slaughtered brutally while minding their own business. Hermione refused to show her fear, despite feeling it keenly. Yes, she feared him like this, he was all death eater and as unpredictable as he was dangerous.
Arousal pulsed through her entire body at his demand. Merlin help her, but she wanted this. More than her next breath. How long had she fantasised about her defence against the dark arts Professor? The answer was perhaps the most embarrassing thing of all - ever since her third year at Hogwarts. While her friends were crushing on the boys in their school, she was busy dreaming about Snape's dark, inscrutable gaze.
His large hands pressed firmly on her knees and she let them fall part. He held her gaze mercilessly as he slowly reached for the edge of her robes and lifted them high enough to expose her legs and the small triangle of lace which guarded her most secret places. She watched those long, thick, elegant fingers as they slid onto her legs. A soft, barely decernible whimper left her lips at that first contact. It felt better than she'd ever imagined.
Heat coursed through her veins and she swayed towards him, her eyelids fluttering closed.
"You really shouldn't be here, Miss Granger." Snape said harshly, his words at odds with his actions.
Hermione forced her eyes open and met his gaze through the slits of the mask.
"I was worried." She admitted in a breathy whisper, her voice husky. The sound of it made his cock twitch. "You took so long…so I waited."
Of course she'd waited; she was his apprentice, his most promising student.
Why the fuck was she here, when he was in the depths of his death eater persona and lost in occlumency? Covered in the blood of innocents, he had never been further from his roots as an Order spy than now. Miss Granger was taunting the devil coming here tonight and she was skating on thin ice waiting for him as she had. She'd never been in more danger and yet she seemed to invite it. Did she realise the state he was in? She knew more than she should of his comings and goings, she knew he played both sides. But did she truly know or perhaps guess at the darkness which stained his soul?
Snape was a paradox, a thin veneer of the genteel professor concealed a darkness which was impossible to hide at times like this. His blood ran hotly through his veins as he watched the young blonde, curly haired witch squirm beneath his gaze, her arousal plain to see and feel. He wanted to touch her, taste her on his tongue and make her beg for his cock.
He really shouldn't fucking do this, he was after all the head of her house and her professor. How was he going to deal with her tomorrow in class? She was already an insufferable know-it-all, how would it feel to know how she felt in his arms, or indeed how she tasted?
" Why were you waiting for me?" He demanded, silky soft and deadly. "Were you watching me, Miss Granger?"
Snape trailed his hands along her soft, silky skin, enjoying the way her breathing became laboured and her wide eyes heavy with anticipation.
"I…I…always watch you." She admitted, shame and pride waring deep within her, she was too far gone to care that she was revealing her infatuation.
He pushed her thighs wider apart as he closed in on his goal. Before she knew it Snape's fingers were pushing aside her lacy knickers and stroking through her wet silky folds.
Hermione shuddered and whimpered softly, her gaze meeting his, despite her embarrassment. She wished she could see his face properly, but then she realised that seeing his face would make this decidedly harder and more uncomfortable.
Snape's lips twitched in amusement as he plucked her thoughts from her mind. He used windless magic to remove his mask and place it on his desk, in a locked case. Hermione gasped in shock. For now she was faced with her professor and it was even more intimidating than she'd imagined.
His fingers pushed inside her, oh so slowly, and Hermione barely stifled a cry, her lush lips falling apart in abandon.
"Why?" He asked, her face almost touching hers, his lips beside her ear.
Hermione didn't reply, conscious thought eluding her as Snape pushed his long, thick fingers into her needy pussy until his knuckles touched her skin.
Snape curled his fingers wickedly, enjoying the euphoria she was experiencing first hand, while he invaded her mind as well as her body.
"Did someone put you up to this, Granger?" He demanded, ceasing his movements briefly in order to get a coherent answer from her.
Hermione moving against his hand, silently demanding more, frustrated at the abrupt halt he'd called to his ministrations. Her body was on fire! She was chasing something, although she didn't know what it was. It was electric, elusive and it felt so good she could cry.
"No one put me up to anything." She replied at last, swooning as Snape's mouth moved closer to hers. Kinetic energy tugged them closer, until their breath mingled. The scent of his skin was mouthwatering. His breath was fresh and spicy, it fluttered across her face and made her lips tremble with need.
Snape searched through her mind and once satisfied that she was telling the truth. He withdrew. He'd found nothing more than her insufferable desire for information had brought her to his chambers along with a deep fascination with him. How had he never noticed that before? The young witch appeared to like him. Impossible!
Snape picked up where he'd left off, delving deeply into her soft young body.
Well passed the point of caring if she was a student, his only desire was to fuck her until she screamed.
He found the skin guarding her innocence and stroked it gently before pushing through it with no warning, taking her virginity with his fingers.
Hermione screamed in pain, her entire body ridged. Severus chose that moment to kiss her. He sampled her plush mouth softly at first and then he demanded entrance, parting her lips with his tongue.
Hermione whimpered and complied, her body trembling. Her hands lifted to touch him, but paused mid-air, afraid to be so familiar with him even with all the lines he'd crossed tonight.
Severus thrust his tongue into her mouth and hummed with pleasure at the taste of her. So fucking delicate and delicious, he wanted more. His fingers mimicked the surge of his tongue, both dancing in and out of Hermione as though he were trying to drive her insane.
At last her small hands grasped his shoulders and then her delicate fingers were in his hair and a shudder of appreciation ran through him unexpectedly.
Severus pulled away from their kiss and glanced down to admire the sight of her creamy thighs smeared with her virginal blood.
A wicked darkness shone through as his gaze met hers. He withdrew his fingers from her body and raised them to his mouth. They glistened with her juices and blood.
Hermione watched as he tasted her, her cheeks heated with pure embarrassment.
An ache settled inside her, a mixture of losing her virginity and wanting to be ravaged.
She could only imagine how it would feel to have him impale her on his cock. Her pussy throbbed at the thought.
Severus smirked at her, clearly using his ability to read minds. Hermione felt her cheeks heat further.
He pulled her towards the edge of the desk she sat on, her pulsing sex flush against his body. Hermione's eyes widened at the press of his erection. He was definitely not as cool and controlled as he appeared.
Swallowing her nerves and lifting her chin boldly, she reached for the buttons on his robe. Snape smirked as her small fingers pushed each button through their corresponding holes. Hermione trembled as she reached for his shirt next. There were stains on the fabric, well hidden on the dark colour. Was it blood? Her eyes flickered upward to his face briefly as if asking for answers she didn't really want.
Snape used the art of legilimency freely on Hermione, allowing her some privacy while listening to her immediate thoughts. His lips twitched as she hesitated at the very last button of his shirt.
Snape was wiry and strong, his physique muscular, lithe, he had nothing to be ashamed of. Hermione bit her lip as she stared at his pale, defined chest, covered with a sprinkling of dark hair which led down a path towards his belt buckle.
As always, she forced herself past her fear. She reached for him and placed her hands on him.
A surge of energy slithered along her skin, as his magic rippled along hers. It was pleasurable and much stronger than mere physical attraction. It was so much more. It was as if their magic carried the same signature, it was a cellular connection.
Snape tipped her face up to his, his hands cradling her skull. He'd never felt anything like this drowning sensation of pure want before in his life.
Hermione stared at him shyly, her eyes filled with desire and supplication.
She wanted this, he knew.
She slowly reached for his belt buckle. His muscles twitched at her touch.
Hermione knew Snape wasn't himself at that moment, he was clearly caught up in whatever magic protected him while among Voldemort's chosen.
This had become clear when he'd lifted her onto his desk upon catching her in his chambers, despite the wards he used to protect it. She'd been terrified until she wasn't.
This was her last year at Hogwarts and she needed to know what it was like to have Snape inside her before they parted ways.
Inside her - even thinking the words made her pulse with need and writhe with embarrassment.
Too late she recalled his talent with legilimency and her cheeks warmed.
Snape assisted her fumbling efforts to unbuckle his belt, taking her hand, he placed it on his cock. He smirked at her gasp.
He lifted her easily, as if she weighed nothing at all and carried her to the massive chair behind his desk.
He sat down with her on his lap. She stroked him hesitantly, memorising the silky skin which covered his impressive manhood. Her small fingers could barely close around it.
Snape gripped her ass and urged her onto her knees. His hand joined hers as he guided himself towards her pussy. Hermione cried out as the blunt head touched her intimately.
She found herself rocking against it instinctively seeking friction.
"Severus…" she whimpered throatily, it was the first time she'd used his given name. What was she asking for? " Please…"
He watched her, fascinated. Her lovely face was flushed, full lips parted, eyes wide and dark with desire.
Finally he slid inside her and Hermione whimper-moaned her head tossed back in abandon.
Severus groaned as tight, wet heat surrounded him. "Is this what you wanted, Granger?" He demanded roughly. "Me inside you?"
Hermione nodded, speechless, as he urged her to move over him, matching her movements with his own. It was pointless to deny it when he was inside her in every way possible. He knew.
This is what she'd always wanted.
Snape parted her robes and parted her shirt, uncaring of the cou tless buttons which pinged to the floor in his haste. Her small, perfectly formed breasts were bared to his gaze, their tip tilted rosy tips hard and begging to be suckled.
His hands remained on her hips, guiding her movements while his lips fell to her breasts hungrily feasting on her flesh.
Hermione held him to her, cradling his head to her as he sucked each of her nipples into his mouth with a hunger which tore at her insides in the most delicious way. She rocked over him faster still, meeting his fierce thrusts. He was now buried inside her as deep as he could go. The sensation of having Snape inside her was mind blowing. Every nerve and synapse thrummed and sizzled as the ache inside her became a tightening coil, ready to snap free.
He stroked through the slippery wetness along her slit as she rode him, until he reached the small, erect bundle of nerves he sought. Hermione bucked against him as he touched it, stroking steadily.
Her back arched and she was free falling off a tremendously tall cliff, her body spasming as if she'd been electrocuted. Her inner muscles milked his cock and catapulted him to his own release.
When their breathing had slowed and their sweat dried. Hermione glanced at Snape and recognised the blank stare as someone who was buried behind shields erected to protect his mind.
She wasn't sure what to do, so she climbed off him awkwardly and pulled her cloak around her shoulders.
Snape watched her emotionlessly, reaching for the bottle of fire whisky which sat on the shelf behind his desk.
"Goodnight." She whispered as she fled to her dormitory.