Author's Note: Ah! Time for some serious update! I'm sorry I haven't
undated sooner, but I'm going to give you four chapters at the same time... I
have been busy these last times fighting with the stupid guy that is
supposed to be my best friend. Oh, and I've been also in jail because of
trying to dry up my (non existent) baby by stuffing it in the micro oven.
To the fic... rated NC-17 now... he he... Guess I'm a pervy little thing. **************************************************************************** ********************* . « - Professor Snape?"
Hermione was looking thoughtfully at her potions teacher. When he heard her voice, he stiffened and Hermione regretted almost immediately to call out to him.
Suddenly he turned around and started to walk towards her. Hermione gulped and prepaid herself for the worst.
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Severus had heard the young voice of the person who had caused so much torment to him. When he heard her call out his name, he turned around and decided that is was really time to get paid back for all his efforts.
He saw the young girl gulp, but he didn't care. He took the girl by her arm and dragged her into a dead end, between the Three Broomsticks and Zonko's. He slammed the girl against the hard wall and looked at her.
Her eyes were widened in the fear. He wanted to look at her wings; but he realized it wouldn't be a good idea, although they were hidden.
Hermione heart was pulsating. Severus could see the vein pumping her blood always faster. He was hypnotized by the little nerve twitching under her skin.
Before he could stop himself, he kissed the spot. Hermione, surprised by his attentions, only tensed up and stiffened.
Severus pressed himself harder against her and kissed her. It was a lot like their first kiss, a fierce fight between their both tongues.
Severus felt the pain coming graduating back, but it was really the last thing on his mind.
He kissed the girl more and more fiercely, rubbing himself against her. Although Hermione wasn't especially short for her age, Severus was a head taller than her.
He tried to calm himself down, but his growing arousal didn't help much. Just to fell her breath against him was arousing him. When he broke the kiss, the girl squirmed, begging silently for more.
Severus rested his forehead against the wall, pining Hermione more against the wall, resting all his weight on her. His hands started to slide underneath her cloths.
It didn't seem odd to Severus to have Hermione Granger in muggle cloths in front of him. He saw it as recompense. He didn't either take notice of her bleeding hand or of the red dots on her shoes and trousers.
When he had unbuttoned her blouse, he slid his hands over her body. He stared to knead her breasts gently between his hands.
Hermione moaned. She would have never thought that Severus could do such things to her. They had only kissed once before and now he was already touching her in places that no one had he touched before. She didn't care who was doing this to her, the pleasure it provided her was her only matter.
Severus had begun to run his hands lower and lower. Hermione has tried to follow the way of his fingers, giggling, but Severus had pinned her both hands over her head. She was his prisoner.
"- You are at my mercy, so don't even try anything."
His hand trailed slowly over her groin and carefully unbuttoned her trousers that fell around her ankles in a motionless lump. His finger slowly entered her panties. First, he only stroked her, finger by finger, he entered her panties. Finally his whole hand was there.
He entered her warm cavity with two fingers; her cry pierced the night. He entered her with two of his fingers. She had tie to barley adapt to it, as he started to move them. She held into his hand, afraid that he might take it off.
He entered her with a third finger, and her cries transformed into pleas.
"- Severus... I need you Severus... Severus.... I want you into....... me...... right now... fuck me right now... please!"
Severus didn't control himself anymore. Nothing mattered to him now then to penetrate her.
The moon was illuminating her face, and the moans that sometimes escaped her, were too much for Severus.
He fumbled around with his pants, drew down his boxers, and partnered her legs.
He took out her hands out her, and entered her. She stiffened, not expecting this to come so quickly. Severus started to move against her hips, entering her and thrusting out again.
Severus pushed aside her legs apart, bought her knees to her breasts, having so a better access. He entered her mercilessly, blind to the pain, only concentrating on the pleasure he gave and received in return.
"- Hermione ...."
When he came, the pain and pleasure was intoxicating him. He collapsed on the top of the girl, perfectly content and utterly exhausted.
Severus didn't cuddle after sex, but this time, the only thing that mattered to him now, was to press himself closer to the girl and to feel her warmth. He snuggled closer to the girl, ignoring the cold November night and the empty butterbeer bottles around them. His eyes closed themselves, and Severus started to doze off.
Hermione, on her side, was wild awake. When Severus started to slide her down to the ground with him, she started to analyse the situation quickly. She couldn't hold back a cry of surprise when she saw in which state Severus was.
Hermione tried to move Severus off her.
"- Mmmh! Hermione don't move, I want to be close to... you..."
"- Severus we have to go! We can't stay here, you need medical help! Right now! We have to move."
"- promise me then that you are going to warm me someday.
Hermione took Severus head in her hands and looked directly in her eyes. Severus read the unsaid promise and nodded.
They drew their cloths somehow back and Hermione started to support Severus as they walked to the shrieking sack, and from there to the Hogwarts ground.
Hermione helped him to the infirmary where both emotionally and physically exhausted, collapsed on the floor.
To the fic... rated NC-17 now... he he... Guess I'm a pervy little thing. **************************************************************************** ********************* . « - Professor Snape?"
Hermione was looking thoughtfully at her potions teacher. When he heard her voice, he stiffened and Hermione regretted almost immediately to call out to him.
Suddenly he turned around and started to walk towards her. Hermione gulped and prepaid herself for the worst.
********
Severus had heard the young voice of the person who had caused so much torment to him. When he heard her call out his name, he turned around and decided that is was really time to get paid back for all his efforts.
He saw the young girl gulp, but he didn't care. He took the girl by her arm and dragged her into a dead end, between the Three Broomsticks and Zonko's. He slammed the girl against the hard wall and looked at her.
Her eyes were widened in the fear. He wanted to look at her wings; but he realized it wouldn't be a good idea, although they were hidden.
Hermione heart was pulsating. Severus could see the vein pumping her blood always faster. He was hypnotized by the little nerve twitching under her skin.
Before he could stop himself, he kissed the spot. Hermione, surprised by his attentions, only tensed up and stiffened.
Severus pressed himself harder against her and kissed her. It was a lot like their first kiss, a fierce fight between their both tongues.
Severus felt the pain coming graduating back, but it was really the last thing on his mind.
He kissed the girl more and more fiercely, rubbing himself against her. Although Hermione wasn't especially short for her age, Severus was a head taller than her.
He tried to calm himself down, but his growing arousal didn't help much. Just to fell her breath against him was arousing him. When he broke the kiss, the girl squirmed, begging silently for more.
Severus rested his forehead against the wall, pining Hermione more against the wall, resting all his weight on her. His hands started to slide underneath her cloths.
It didn't seem odd to Severus to have Hermione Granger in muggle cloths in front of him. He saw it as recompense. He didn't either take notice of her bleeding hand or of the red dots on her shoes and trousers.
When he had unbuttoned her blouse, he slid his hands over her body. He stared to knead her breasts gently between his hands.
Hermione moaned. She would have never thought that Severus could do such things to her. They had only kissed once before and now he was already touching her in places that no one had he touched before. She didn't care who was doing this to her, the pleasure it provided her was her only matter.
Severus had begun to run his hands lower and lower. Hermione has tried to follow the way of his fingers, giggling, but Severus had pinned her both hands over her head. She was his prisoner.
"- You are at my mercy, so don't even try anything."
His hand trailed slowly over her groin and carefully unbuttoned her trousers that fell around her ankles in a motionless lump. His finger slowly entered her panties. First, he only stroked her, finger by finger, he entered her panties. Finally his whole hand was there.
He entered her warm cavity with two fingers; her cry pierced the night. He entered her with two of his fingers. She had tie to barley adapt to it, as he started to move them. She held into his hand, afraid that he might take it off.
He entered her with a third finger, and her cries transformed into pleas.
"- Severus... I need you Severus... Severus.... I want you into....... me...... right now... fuck me right now... please!"
Severus didn't control himself anymore. Nothing mattered to him now then to penetrate her.
The moon was illuminating her face, and the moans that sometimes escaped her, were too much for Severus.
He fumbled around with his pants, drew down his boxers, and partnered her legs.
He took out her hands out her, and entered her. She stiffened, not expecting this to come so quickly. Severus started to move against her hips, entering her and thrusting out again.
Severus pushed aside her legs apart, bought her knees to her breasts, having so a better access. He entered her mercilessly, blind to the pain, only concentrating on the pleasure he gave and received in return.
"- Hermione ...."
When he came, the pain and pleasure was intoxicating him. He collapsed on the top of the girl, perfectly content and utterly exhausted.
Severus didn't cuddle after sex, but this time, the only thing that mattered to him now, was to press himself closer to the girl and to feel her warmth. He snuggled closer to the girl, ignoring the cold November night and the empty butterbeer bottles around them. His eyes closed themselves, and Severus started to doze off.
Hermione, on her side, was wild awake. When Severus started to slide her down to the ground with him, she started to analyse the situation quickly. She couldn't hold back a cry of surprise when she saw in which state Severus was.
Hermione tried to move Severus off her.
"- Mmmh! Hermione don't move, I want to be close to... you..."
"- Severus we have to go! We can't stay here, you need medical help! Right now! We have to move."
"- promise me then that you are going to warm me someday.
Hermione took Severus head in her hands and looked directly in her eyes. Severus read the unsaid promise and nodded.
They drew their cloths somehow back and Hermione started to support Severus as they walked to the shrieking sack, and from there to the Hogwarts ground.
Hermione helped him to the infirmary where both emotionally and physically exhausted, collapsed on the floor.