Author's Note: I do not own any characters and only use their likeness for my own perverse pleasure. Please enjoy this edit, and much better revised version (again).
Chapter one can be a oneshot, and here is the second chapter due to request. I live off praise.
I finally have some free time (read: broke my foot and am recovering from surgery), so please enjoy. Review if you are interested in this going further, or just to point out my spelling errors.
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Chapter 2
To say Harry was currently conflicted would be an understatement -he was out the library door so quick it could have been mistaken for apparition. No eye contact. No waiting for her finishing cry to even -er, well, finish.
The Boy Who Lived.
Harry Fucking Potter.
Was running the hell away from his best friend -his wonderful, beautiful best friend in the whole wide world -like a damn little bitch. The only one who understood him and had let him cry on her shoulder only Merlin knew how many times. Who has always stayed by his side, even when the whole world was against him.
On a different note, fuck Ron sometimes. Why was he never around when he needed him?!
Harry didn't run from acromantula, or Voldemort , or even Death itself -but he had just ran the bloody hell out of the library for fear of seeing Hermione in a way his dreams had not even dared to dream about.
The world was mental, or maybe it was just him. But right now he could honestly say he was bloody insane, because he may have ran out of the Library, his own damn Library, mind you, but he didn't actually leave.
You traitorous toxic little trouser tentacle.
Just as he had passed through the door, one hand swinging it nearly closed, he had stopped. He had paused to really think about the situation. And thinking was never one of his strong suits.
Wait, did he even have any strong suits? I mean, everyone said he was really good at not dying, but that didn't make him feel particularly ...good.
Oh, and there is always that swanky black suit Hermione helped him pick out a few years ago..
Wait, Hermione!
Thinking was made much harder by way of trying to use two heads at once, and a, let's not say healthy, but rather hefty amount of alcohol in his system.
One head quickly overpowered the other one. Luckily, it was the one on his shoulders.
Unluckily, the Firewhiskey had it's vote as well.
'Dammit.' he thought.
He needed to go back in there and apologize right now; get on his knees and beg for Hermione's forgiveness. Oh, and her Husband's.
More than slightly mortified, Harry stiffly (his mind paused to giggle at this) turned back around to do just that. While trying to will his rather pronounced erection 'down boy,' he wrapped the fingers of his left hand around the door, just above the handle.
-o-
Severus mentally took a large step to the side. Breath in, breath out, count back from ten and-
'Oh fuck it.'
After a quick glance back towards the door the Potter brat had flown through, Severus pulled out his wand and softly intoned "Silentium Perimetri." Giving his wand a wide upward twirl, the perimeter of the library turned a soft blue. He did not see the hand slipping itself around the door just before the casting of his spell.
-o-
Harry froze; his very breath stilled because he had heard the spell.
A spell that he shouldn't hear, not just because he knows deep down he should not be returning, but because this spell only allows those inside the room to hear what was going on after the first four syllables, and he most certainly heard more than four.
Magic, on the other hand, had absolutely no qualms with adding Harry to the mix.
After all, a hand in the door still counted in its book.
-o-
"Hermione dear." was heard clearly by all parties, Severus having no need to keep his voice down any longer. "Get up."
On shaky legs, Hermione obeyed, making only a small whining sound as the back of her thighs unstuck from his pelvis. Snape threw a silent prayer up to the gods for allowing that simple miracle of unquestioned obedience to happen.
Outwardly, his face remained stony as his little wife finished raising herself off his still throbbing manhood, if a bit unsteadily, -giving him a very close view of her glorious, wet quim -only to turn and stand before him. Her eyes were teary and downcast, face and neck flushed a beautiful dark pink, portraying an ashamed demeanor.
It came as a surprise to her then when Severus slid to his knees in front of her -sliding both his hands up, up, up to her waist, dress thrown over his head, and he was suddenly feasting on her cunt.
Hermione's hands quickly gripped his shoulder and long hair for purchase, a startled 'Oh fuck!' leaving her parted lips. She held him even tighter then, nails scratching his head, as all feeling seemed to have left her legs for a pleasant Christmas hols decidedly elsewhere. Yanking her dress up with one hand, she gazed down at him.
He was holding nothing back -she watched him use his lips, tongue, nose on her, lapping at her very core as if she were the fountain of youth, and he in prayer on his knees. Her eyes rolled back at an especially effective swirl of his tongue, the sight of him nestled between her thighs nearly had her teetering backwards right out of his grip.
Severus moaned right against her still sensitive clit, relishing in the new pain from his scalp. "You minx." he purred, moving down to nibble on her thigh. "You just loved that, didn't you?" He nipped once more before leaning back on his heels. With a strength belied by his current stature, he grabbed the soft flesh on the back of both thighs and lifted her off the ground.
Hermione instinctively wrapped her legs around him, one hand still fisted in his hair and another tightly gripping his shoulder. Both gasp as their sexes come in contact, still slick.
She yanked on his black locks to throw his head back enough to view his glazed eyes and wet parted panting mouth. "No it was you, Sir, who got us in this damn situation. I cannot possibly be to blame!"
Severus only smirked in reply.
Spurred on by the vibrations of contentment she could feel from his body, Hermione undulated against him as well as she could with only his body for support. Leaning her head closer to his ear, she gave it a small love bite before whispering "..so you better fix this and fix it quick."
A muttered "fuck" was the only warning she got before Severus took three long strides, pressing her tightly against the potions section of the library. He then hiked her legs up, tucking his arms under her knees, and beared more forcefully down on her.
"Hold on Luv." Severus said, pulling his pelvis away from her slightly, "Let me take care of you."
With that, he guided the tip of his hard cock to her entrance, and suddenly thrust his full erection into her slicked passage.
-o-
Now Harry may have been a seeker in school, but his reflexes were not currently in line with his whiskey addled being said, it took him a moment to deliberate if he really wanted to go in there and apologize, or run away faster than he did from Mooney that one time at Hogwarts.
'Shit, yeah let's get this over with.'
Harry pushed the door open another few inches, with just enough room to see Hermione standing in front of her Husband, before suddenly being startled as the man quickly slid to his knees and-
'Of course she has neat- wait is he- is she-'
Harry's mind suddenly went blank at the sight of Hermione lifting her dress, clearly enjoying herself, to see his old school teacher eating out his best friend like a starving beast. He could literally hear the sound of Snape's ministrations before he-
'Christ is he stronger than I give him credit for! He just lifted Hermione like she was nothing and she- she-'
He could see Hermione rubbing herself against Snape. The hairs on the back of his head tingled as he imagined her pulling his hair like she just did, biting his ear like she-
'Wait did they just say something?'
He had no more thoughts or fucks to spare on his matter as Severus suddenly walked forward and pushed Hermione against his bookshelf and absolutely rammed what couldn't have been anything other than his cock into her. He could see her eyes rolling back, a look of pain and pleasure etched into her face.
Books were falling as she-
-o-
Hermione reached out to the shelves behind her for purchase, not caring as she knocked several books off. She felt so full of her Husband, trying to accommodate his girth at this angle, but he was suddenly in and out, in and out, fucking her hard and fast and-
Finding no support behind her, she reached once again for him, wrapping her arms around his neck and weaving one hand into his hair. She gasped loudly, moaning with no abandon.
"Sev, oh Sev, yes! Yes!"
He was in her again and again, and again, and-
Severus turned his head towards her, demanding her to "Take my cock! Take it just like you just took it in that chair." He somehow thrust even harder into her, knocking skewed books off all around them. "You just loved that, didn't you? I bet he didn't even know I was balls deep in your tight little pussy. But then he had to be Saint Potter, now didn't he?"
Hermione got out "He's not a Sa-" before he adjusted his hold again, hitting a new and deeper spot in her core.
"And then that pretty little mouth of yours just couldn't help that whimper, and I knew then he had found us out." Severus pulled his chest away from hers for a moment, before bowing over and shoving his face between her somewhat revealed breasts. His breathing was harsh, whether from what he was saying for what he was doing. He groaned long and hard, thrusting and thrusting into her.
"I felt you clenching my cock in you. I felt your orgasm, and right now, I am going to give you another for being a naughty girl and trying to run from me." He laved the sweat forming between her breasts away, tonguing up to her neck and left ear, in and out, in and out-
His head was suddenly yanked back, ripping a moan from him as Hermione harshly pulled his head back to kiss him passionately. She could taste her own nectar and sweat from his tongue, sucking on it momentarily. His shaft and speed was driving her insane, she had no more room for comprehensive thought.
Touching foreheads, she harshly whispers "Fuck me, Sev! I want you to fill me up! Give us that Baby! Gods. yes! Your cock is so good!"
Grunting, Severus shifted again, pressing her harder into the shelves, knuckles white against her skin as he held her close. "Yes, take it Mione! Cum on my cock! I want to feel it!"
Her cries of passion were now hitched as she was thrust up and into again and again and again. Clutching him tightly, she could only yell "Yes! Yes! Yes!" as she clenched around him, feeling the impending orgasm like a tsunami wave about to crash down, its shadow engulfing her before the final collision.
-o-
'My books…' books were falling, and Harry could see clearly just how hard his friend was getting fucked by how high she was getting jerked with every thrust.
'Whiskey dick my ass.' Harry could not remember a time he had ever been so hard in his life. His hips thrust a bit forward on their own, seeking purchase even with nothing there. Knuckles white against the door, he opened it another inch to see with both eyes. Logic and self preservation had left the building. See you next year!
Hearing the sounds she made, he had never been more happy to be blessed with the gift of hearing. He could hear her panting, and Severus, Severus was saying-
"Take my cock! Take it just like you just took it in that chair."
Oh god, he was thrusting into her harder. Could she take it? Mione was tiny, only what, 5'3", 130 soaking wet? Oh, wet- 'I can hear how wet she is.'
"You just loved that, didn't you? I bet he didn't even know I was balls deep in your tight little pussy. But then he had to be Saint Potter, now didn't he?"
"And then that pretty little mouth of yours just couldn't help that whimper, and I knew then he had found us out."
"I felt you clenching my cock in you. I felt your orgasm, and right now, I am going to give you another for being a naughty girl and trying to run from me."
'Christ, I might just cum right in my pants like a damn teenager.' Thought Harry. Was his old Professor always this eloquent with his words?
Snape's head was suddenly yanked back and Harry could almost imagine it was him. Hermione was always bossy, and if our hair ever got too long she would-
The back of Harry's head and the cut on his left forearm tingled in a very good way.
"Oh fuck" he must be under the Imperious because he did not remember telling his right hand to squeeze his cock through his dress pants. There was no more room to go in these stuffy pants, and he could almost feel the zipper imprinting onto his shaft.
Harry closed his eyes for a second. He shouldn't be doing this. She is his friend, and Severus, Jesus, the Snake might hex his bit off even faster than Mione would!
A soft feminine pant brought his eyes back onto the two passionate lovers. She was whispering something to the Git. She was saying….
"Fuck me, Sev! I want you to fill me up! Give us that Baby! Gods. yes! Your cock is so good!"
A… a baby?! She didn't even tell me they were trying! Why didn't she-
Smack
Smack Smack Smack
Smack-Smack-SmackSmackSmack
It was like the man was going into third gear, spurred on by her words.
"Yes, take it Mione! Cum on my cock! I want to feel it!"
Harry didn't think once as he quickly unzipped his pants and pulled his own impressive cock out, pumping once, twice, three times- and hearing Hermions's cries suddenly change, he looked forward and towards her. Green eyes widening, his gaze was met by glazed browns eyed clouded in confusion before Hermione's head fell back and she let out a loud, beautiful, sexy-
"Oh!" grunted Harry as his orgasm rushed through him, listening to her cry of completion taper off. He came into his right hand, left still tightly on the door, stroking himself though the endorphin high, and getting cum all over his hand and door.
-o-
Severus sped up, thrusting into his wife, and felt her flutter around him once more, before she threw herself back and came onto his cock, clenching his tightly. He was able to give one, two, three more thrusts before he came deeply into her, holding her tightly as he tried to stay upright.
-o-
Hermione had no time to consider the green eyes she was staring into as she felt the tsunami of her orgasm crash over her. Her pussy gripped Severus even tighter as she threw her head back, riding her high as he thrust into her sensitive cunt again before feeling the full warmth that represented her Husband filing her up with his cum.
-o-
Panting, Harry had only one thought through his head.
'Oh fuck.'
Well, two thoughts. His eyes sprang open to take in the finished couple a few feet away from him, also panting.
'Oh fuck!'
He stumbled back a step, letting go of the Library door, and it swung slowly towards him, closing with an almost silent 'Click!'.
Finally, he looked down to see his hand, and the door, and the- 'Oh Christ! The floor!' spattered with his cum.
His blood drained. The alcohol quickly became overcome by the adrenaline rush. He needed to leave. He shouldn't have been here. He was about to be killed in his own house. He was going to- 'Oh no, did Hermione really see me?'
Harry's mind was in overdrive, fear and panic mixing to make a foul concoction that was not agreeing with his thankfully empty stomach.
A very very quietly whispered cleaning spell finally worked on the stuttered third try. All evidence of his wrong doing in view was vanished.
Harry didn't run this time. No, this time he slowly walked away, staring down at his clean hands, and made his way to his bedroom.
No… no, he didn't need to say goodbye to Hermione or her Husband in person..
He thinks they will be able to make it home just fine.
