Naughty

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters.

Hermione couldn't stop grinning throughout her entire Potions lesson. She looked down into her cauldron, stiffening when Professor Snape walked by to glance at her work. They looked at one another.

"Very good, Miss Granger," he said quietly before gliding away. Ron gave her a funny look.

"What?" she asked, trying to sound innocent.

"That's the first time Snape has ever been nice to a Gryffindor!"

Hermione rolled her eyes. "He's not being nice. He's just…I don't know…pass me those bean sprouts…"

When class ended, Snape had sneaked over to Hermione's table.

"Excuse us, Mr. Weasley—Potter," Snape said. The two boys gave Hermione confused looks, then they left the dungeon. Snape flicked the door shut.

"Will you be coming back?" he asked, looming over her.

"Back?"

"Is one night enough to satisfy you?" He gave her a piercing look and Hermione blushed.

"I—I think that one night I s not nearly enough," she said, grinning.

"Very well," he said, a slight smile playing on his lips. "I'll be in my room at 9."

"So will I."

At five after nine, Hermione knocked softly on Snape's door. He opened it and pulled her in.

"My boyfriend's becoming suspicious, you know," Hermione said.

"Really? Who are you dating?"

"George Weasley."

Snape raised his eyebrows. "Interesting." He handed Hermione a cup of tea and took a sip of his own. "Do you love him?"

"Love him?" Hermione scoffed. "Please."

"Do you let him fuck you?"

"I have," Hermione said slowly. "Not since you, though."

"What is he like?"

"Why?" Hermione asked, sitting down on the bed and taking a sip of tea.

"You don't want to talk about it?"

Hermione began to feel uncomfortable—of course she didn't want to talk about George when she was here with Snape.

"Not…not with you," she said finally. Snape lowered his head.

"I see."

Hermione frowned and set her teacup on the floor. "Why did you even invite me here tonight if all you want to do is ask me about George?"

Snape crossed his arms. "I was just a little curious."

Hermione sighed. "Things are complicated. Sex is complicated."

"Sex isn't complicated," Snape said. "Sex is primal and necessary. People are complicated. Emotions are complicated. But sex…no…sex is merely two people making each other feel good. If George isn't making you feel good, leave him. If I'm not, leave me."

"You—" Hermione choked. "You are—don't think that—you are. Immensely."

"Well thank you," Snape said, placing a hand on the doorknob. "But it just so happens that I don't feel like fucking you tonight."

Hermione blinked. "What?"

"Put the cloak on and leave."

Hermione's eyes welled with tears. "Fine," she said, struggling awkwardly to pull the cloak over her head and rushing outside, tears streaming down her face as she heard the door close behind her.

George was leaning against a chair when Hermione came in.

"Oh—hi," she said.

"Hi," he said solemnly. "Where have you been?"

"Library."

George frowned and stepped over to her. "Why are you lying to me?"

"I'm not lying."

"Who is it?" George asked. "Who have you been seeing behind my blood back, Hermione?"

"No one!"

George laughed morosely. "Oh really? I've cheated on enough girls to know the warning signs. You're never around. You offer shitty explanations to why you're never around. We haven't fucked in two weeks when we used to do it all the time."

"Honestly, George—"

"And you speak differently! You act differently! You've been sneaking around with someone." He shook his head and turned away. "It's been a nice run, I suppose. You were a good enough shag for me not to regret you."

Hermione gaped at him, trying to think of something to say, but by the time she did, he had already retreated upstairs to the boys' dormitories.

Hermione was rigid the next day in Potions. Snape kept trying to catch her eye but she ignored him. At lunch time, an owl swooped down to hand her a letter that read: I'm sorry. Come see me after lunch. I'll inform your next period teacher.

Hermione glanced up at the staff table where Snape was staring at her. She quickly looked away.

"From your new boyfriend?" George taunted. Hermione ignored him, stuffed the letter in her robes pocket, and sauntered out of the Great Hall.

"Why did you want to see me?" Hermione asked angrily.

"Calm down," Snape said, placing a hand on her mouth. "And keep quiet, someone could hear you."

"Hmph. Why would you care? You made your intentions perfectly clear last night."

"You were in a troubled mood. I didn't feel like it was a good time. Neither of us were at our best for an intimate occasion…"

Hermione folded her arms. "I'd much like to forget about it. Don't you have a class to teach right now?" she asked, honestly curious.

"No," Snape said. "I have about another hour before I teach the sixth years."

"I can't believe I'm missing Herbology."

"I can't believe you're still wearing your knickers."

Exam week was approaching, and between Hermione's studying and Snape's preparations, they didn't have time to meet. Hermione was very stressed from schoolwork—she needed a nice, long fuck to level her mind, but it was out of the question right now. So she sat in her room, body twitching, looking at her textbook, but all she could think about was…

Suddenly, Hermione had an idea. She went downstairs and spotted George sitting with Katie Bell and Harry—Fred was no where to be seen at this hour. She sauntered over to George.

"Can I speak to you for a moment?" she asked.

"Uh, sure…" he stood up and walked over to a corner with Hermione.

"Listen, I feel like a git saying this but…I'm stressed and…I mean…what I mean to say is…"

George was grinning. "You need a shag, don't you?"

"Er—"

He grabbed her hand and dragged her upstairs.

"Thanks for being so understanding—whoa!" George ripped off Hermione's skirt and threw her onto the bed. He pulled his shirt off over his head and ran a hand through his shaggy red hair. He leaned down, grabbed Hermione around the waist, and kissed her roughly, his tongue slipping into her mouth.

"Mmm…" Hermione moaned. He traced her neck with his fingers, sending chills through her skin. He moved his hands down and grabbed her hips, running his soft lips over her chest.

"Oh, George…" Hermione gasped.

He chuckled softly. "Oh please, Hermione…" he whispered. "Has George ever touched you like this…?"

"Oh my God!" Hermione yelped, sitting up. "Fred!"

He shrugged, grinning.

"Ugh! I can't believe—you are so—!"

"Awe, come on Hermione," Fred said, batting his eyelashes at her pout and stroking her hair affectionately. "I was under the impression that you liked what I was doing."

"Because I thought you were George!"

"Ha ha," Fred smirked. "I'm sure."

"You're ridiculous."

"Ridiculously handsome?" he asked, winking.

"Oh, please," Hermione groaned, tossing her head to the side. Fred took this opportunity to kiss her gingerly on the neck.

"Trust me, Hermione," he whispered in her ear. "I'll take excellent care of you…"

"You taste different."

Snape gazed into Hermione's eyes.

"What?"

"Who else have you been making love to?"

Hermione sighed. "Why do you get so protective? You haven't been available so I found a temp."

"A temp?" Snape asked. "Surely he can't make your knickers feel like they've been thrown into a hot bath. Am I correct?"

Hermione blushed. "He doesn't compare to you. But I still enjoy it."

"Hmm…fucking has become a bit dull."

"What? No—"

Snape sat up, looking pensive.

"Would you like us—that is, your new shagging partner and I—to fuck you at the same time?"

Hermione grabbed Snape around the waist and kissed his stomach. "What are you talking about?"

"Lower," he murmured, stroking Hermione's hair and closing his eyes. "I'm talking about a threesome."

Hermione stopped and looked up at him.

"Please Hermione…like that…oh yes…" he ran his nails along her back. "You'd enjoy a threesome, I think. Mmm…do that harder…yes, just like that…"

"What should I tell him?"

"Did I tell you to stop? Tell him the truth…yes…"

"Are you serious?" Fred asked, grinning.

Hermione blushed. "Would you like to?"

He shrugged. "I suppose."

"Really? I'm a little nervous. I've never done it before, have you?"

"Oh yeah, I have, but only with guys."

"What?" Hermione asked, giggling.

"I'm flexible."

Fred stroked the back of Hermione's hand with his fingertips.

"Hey," she hissed. "Not in public. What if George sees?"

"George knows."

"What?"

"He's my twin, Hermione, not an idiot."

"Is he mad at you?"

Fred frowned. "Yes. But he's just as naughty as I am. He'll come around…probably end up fucking you again…"

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Meet me in the common room at 9 o'clock, okay?"

"Whatever you say, Miss Granger."

So at 9 o'clock, Fred was leaning against a wall in the common room. He grinned when he saw Hermione, who had dressed down into a simple blue sweater, a plaid skirt and penny loafers, came trotting down the stairs.

"Where are we going, my naughty little school girl?"

Hermione rolled her eyes and threw the cloak over them. Fred took this opportunity to kiss Hermione on the forehead, tucking her curly hair behind her ear.

"Er—thanks."

"Don't mention it."

"Come on," she said.

"Who's there!" the Fat Lady wailed when they left. Fred snickered.

"It's down aways…" Hermione whispered.

"Really?" Fred sounded disconcerted. "We're nearing the dungeons. It isn't a Slytherin, is it?"

"Don't sound so disgusted," Hermione snapped. "And technically, no, he isn't a Slytherin."

"Technically?"

Hermione took a deep breath and lightly tapped on Snape's door.

"What—?" Fred muttered, but the door swung open and Snape ushered them inside. Fred threw off the cloak.

"Snape!" he cried.

"Weasley," he said, eyes narrowed. "I thought you broke it off."

"This is Fred, not George."

"Either way, I'll be sharing you with a Weasley."

"Whoa—" Fred said, holding up his hands. "I don't know about this anymore…"

"Here." Snape handed him a cup of tea; Fred eyed it skeptically. "For your nerves. Do you want some, Hermione?"

"I'm fine, thanks. How shall we get started?"

Snape smirked and stepped forward. "I want to watch you two kiss," he said slowly.

"Huh?" Fred had a rather dubious expression on his face.

"Just drink your tea," Snape said. Hermione slipped her panties off under her skirt—that caught Fred's attention. She sat down on the bed and looked up expectantly.

"Well somebody should kiss me."

"I—I will," Fred choked out, placing his cup on a shelf. Snape watched intently as Fred pressed his lips against Hermione's, observing how rough the redhead was—he was probably a wild shag, Snape figured. He touched Fred's waist, which stiffened a little, but did nothing to stop Snape as he lifted his sweater off over his head. He caressed Fred's stomach and kissed him on the back of the neck.

"I can't—this is hard," Fred said, stopping to gaze up at Snape.

"You told me you've done this before!" Hermione exclaimed as Snape leaned down to kiss her thighs.

"Not with a Professor!"

"You just need to be made a little more comfortable," Snape said. "Come here…"

Fred inched closer and Snape traced his lips along Fred's jaw before pressing them roughly on Fred's lips and slipping his tongue in his mouth.

"You taste like cinnamon," Snape said, and leaned in to kiss him again.

Clothes fell to the floor in moments, the pair forgetting all about Hermione.

"Excuse me!" she yelled.

"Come here," Fred breathed, tugging Hermione over and placing her between them.

"What do you want us to do to you, Hermione?" Fred asked, winking at Snape. "Would you like us to do this?"

"Oh!" Hermione gasped.

"Yes, do that, but only if I can watch," Snape said.

"No." Fred looked at Snape. "Do it with me."

"All right…"

In between spouts of ecstasy, Hermione's eyes fluttered open to see that Fred was fondling Snape's erection.

"I have an idea," Snape said, and he positioned himself behind Fred.

"Ahh…" Fred winced.

"What? Haven't you done this before?"

Fred moaned in response and returned to taking care of Hermione. Snape pulled out of Fred and Fred moved up, letting Hermione take him in his mouth. Hermione felt Snape's cock rubbing against her.

"Would you like me to fuck you, Hermione?"

She mumbled something with her full mouth.

"What was that?" he asked, slipping two fingers into her wetness.

"Yes," she said, momentarily releasing her tonguey grip on Fred. He gripped her hair and she took him back in her mouth just as Snape entered her.

When Hermione opened her eyes, she was wrapped in Fred's arms.

"Fred, wake up," Hermione whispered. Fred yawned, kissed Hermione on the cheek, and rolled over.

"He likes you," Snape said. Hermione sat up.

"He likes everyone," she said, smiling slightly. "He's not really the one I want…" she let her eyes linger on Snape.

"Well…I'm sure your little romance with him won't last forever…"

"What are you getting at?" Hermione said. "Fred and I are just fucking."

"I know," Snape said. "But we can't go on meeting the way we do. You're still a student." He picked up her clothes and placed them in front of her. "Date around. Date Fred. Have fun while you're here."

"But—"

"Hermione…" Snape leaned down and kissed her head; Fred stirred. "Please, do as I say. When you leave Hogwarts…I want you to come back to me. I'll be waiting."

Hermione pulled on her shirt and elbowed Fred in the ribs. He blinked awake.

"Oh…Christ…" he rubbed his eyes and sat up, searching for her clothes. After they had dressed, Hermione gave Snape a knowing look.

"I might keep that in mind," she said, smiling, and left his room.