You get this a little early because I am on vacation and knew I wouldn't be able to post on Friday.
11 Oct 1998
A knock sounded on his office door and Snape bit back a growl. He was not in the mood to deal with anyone today. He wasn't required to meet with students on Sundays and they could fuck off for all he cared. His mind was still reeling over what had transpired the day and night before.
After Hermione had left his suite that morning, he'd showered then dropped the necklace off with Dumbledore so it could be examined by Curse-Breakers to see if there was any more information they could gather from it to help Miss Bell recover. He hadn't mentioned anything that had gone on in his office or chambers to the Headmaster and he had tried to leave as soon as possible to avoid being questioned or having Legilimency performed on him.
As soon as he was away from the necklace, the lust that clouded his mind began to fade and his self-control slipped back into place. He had walked back into his office and the smell of sex had slapped him in the face. Memories of him fucking his student on the floor in front of his fireplace flashed through his head.
"No!" he had cried, unwilling to believe he'd been so weak.
He'd turned away from the rug but everywhere he looked, he saw her. He'd laid her on his desk, spread her thighs, and ate her cunt until she'd left a puddle on the wood surface. His traitorous cock had begun to swell as he remembered how she looked, how she tasted. He'd sat in his chair and let her show him her lack of gag reflex. He'd held her throat and felt his cock enter it as he fucked her face.
Even his office door was tainted with memories of her holding onto the handle as he spanked her then fingered her arse until she begged him to take her to his chambers and bugger her.
He'd gone to his private chambers and the memories of their coupling were even stronger. The elves hadn't been in to clean yet and he could see evidence of his own lust in the stain on his sofa, in the bedsheets that were probably ruined. He'd sat in his armchair in front of the fire and tried to block everything out as the elf he had summoned had taken care of his office and chambers.
Logically he knew he'd only given in because of the necklace. Without its influence, nothing she could have tried would have worked. But that didn't change the fact that for the first time since he took the position at Hogwarts he had fucked one of his students. And not just once. Over and over again until his balls were empty.
He had no idea what would happen to him. He'd never read the section in the rule book about relationships with students; it was never a worry for him. And even if he had, he had no idea how that changed now that he wasn't just a professor at Hogwarts School. He was Hermione's university professor. And whilst the Muggle world was full of stories of uni students sleeping with their professors, the magical world had nothing similar. Well, maybe Masters and Apprentices, and Merlin knew how common it was for a relationship to form in that situation.
The knock sounded on his door again, more urgent this time, pulling him from his thoughts and he stalked towards the door, throwing it open. He barely had time to recognise the wild mane of hair that belonged to Hermione Granger when she shoved past him, shut and warded his door, and hopped up to sit on his desk like she owned the place.
"What in the bloody fuck do you think you're doing, Miss Granger?" he snarled at her.
"Back to Miss Granger?" she asked, cocking an eyebrow. "Does that mean you want to play Dirty Professor? I'll happily be your slutty schoolgirl, sir. I'm sure I can dig up my old Gyffindor uniform."
"Yesterday was a mistake that happened whilst I was influenced by Dark Magic and will never happen again. Do I make myself clear?"
"You mean yesterday, all night, and again this morning. What if I want it to happen again?" Snape felt himself get hard in spite of himself as she lifted her skirt and ran her fingers over her bare cunt. Did this witch ever wear knickers? "I want you inside me again."
"Miss Granger, you will desist from touching yourself in my presence. Do I make myself clear?"
"I'm sorry, sir. Did you want to be the one touching me?"
"No. I… You need to leave my office. Return to your dorm and tell no one what transpired yesterday or today."
Hermione looked him up and down and he was sure she was going to fight him. Instead, she removed her fingers from her cunt — her delicious cunt that he wanted to eat over and over again — and lowered her skirt. He knew he needed her to leave, even if he really didn't want her to. His resolve was weakening and she needed to go.
"This isn't over," she moved to his side and leaned up on her tiptoes to whisper in his ear, using the same tone she'd used the night before, "Severus."
She ran her wet fingers over his lips and he bit his tongue to keep it from sneaking out and licking them clean. He wanted to hold her down and lick every inch of her but he stayed strong in his resolve.
"Get out!" he growled.
As soon as she was gone and the door closed behind her, his hard cock was in his hand and he was stroking it furiously. He had come so close to giving in to her. He wanted nothing more than to bend her over and fuck her against his desk, hard enough that her hips would be bruised for days. Remembering how she felt wrapped around his dick as he fucked her, he wanked faster until he exploded over his hand and onto the floor. With a wave of his wand, the mess was cleaned up and his cock was safely back in his trousers where it belonged.
He pushed all thoughts of her and the way she felt behind his mental shields. He knew she wasn't going to be done with him and he needed to be strong. The trouble was, he didn't know how long he could say no until he gave in to her again.
Severus Snape was well and truly fucked.
13 Oct 1998
Hermione rolled her eyes as she listened to Harry and Ron discuss the necklace and whether or not Draco was a Death Eater for the hundredth time. She loved her friends, but she wished they would just drop it. More than once she had almost told them her role in the cursing of Katie just to shut them up but kept her mouth closed.
She felt torn between her role as a Death Eater and being their friend. She loved them and wanted to be there and support them, but she knew they were on the losing side of the war. Listening to them talk about things like Draco seemed so juvenile compared to the things she had done in Voldemort's service. They were adults now but they were still sitting around gossiping like they were in sixth year.
She wasn't even allowed to be a member of the Order of the Phoenix, and neither were Harry, Ron, or Ginny, even though all of them had fought Death Eaters. She, Harry, and Ron had proven themselves worthy time and time again and yet they weren't old enough in the minds of the leaders of the Order. How in the fuck they weren't old enough was beyond her. Ginny might be in her last N.E.W.T. year, but the rest of them had already graduated from school. Fred and George had been allowed to join after their seventh year, but not Hermione, Ron, and Harry. They were fighting in the war, yet not respected enough to be allowed into the army.
She knew she needed to talk to her friends. Slowly start to open their eyes to what side of the war they should be on. They wanted to be part of the war effort which meant they needed to change sides, but they time wasn't right. They still saw the world in black and white, good and bad, Dark and Light. But that wasn't reality. Just because Dumbledore was the leader of the anti-Voldemort movement didn't mean he was a good person. He was just as ruthless in his goals as the Dark Lord was. The Order had killed, all in the name of the greater good.
The problem with that was that good depended on which side of the coin you were looking at. Every member of the Order felt like they were on the right side. That their opinions and their way of how the world should work was the correct one. Everyone who didn't agree with that was on the wrong side.
But Death Eaters felt the exact same way. Both sides truly believed that they were on the good side of the war. And who was right? Sure, the Dark Lord had some radical ideas, but he was just the face of the movement. Just because he thought that way didn't mean they all did. And anyone who had studied history knew that just because the leader of a war wanted something didn't mean that was the reality once they won. There would always be some things from the list of wants that would change when power changed hands.
There were two sides fighting for the same thing; for control.
And she was somehow on both.
A Marked Death Eater whose best friend was the mascot of the Order.
Some days she woke up and it seemed like it was too much, too hard to be on both sides. But then she would go through her daily routine of getting ready for the day, showering, eating her chocolate from Bellatrix, looking at her schedule, getting dressed, and her worries would seem to fade. Of all the things Remus Lupin taught her, the fact that chocolate made you feel better had to be the most useful.
It didn't help that the lack of sex was making her moody.
Spending the night fucking Snape had not quenched her thirst for sex. If anything it made it stronger. Draco was busy working on his plans to kill Dumbledore, even though she didn't yet know what those plans were, and she was hesitant to contact him for a quick shag when she knew how stressed he was.
It had only been a couple of days, but it was time to get Snape to fuck her again.
14 Oct 1998
Plan in place, Hermione walked into the Defence classroom and sat at her normal seat. Snape was at his desk as the rest of the students filed in and his eyes met hers for a fraction of a second before he scowled and looked away.
She didn't know why he was resisting her. She had been frustrated when she returned to his office the day after they spent the night together and he had refused to do it again. It really would be easier for both of them if he just gave into her.
As soon as class began, she cast a Notice-Me-Not Charm around her desk that she had used the last few times. She had modified it so she could control who could and could not see through the charm, so she knew that no matter what she did, only Snape would be privy to her actions. As much as she wanted him, she didn't need her classmates to know that she was fucking their professor.
Unbuttoning the top three buttons on her shirt, she pulled it so her bra clad tits were on display. She knew he'd loved her green undergarments, but this time she had opted for a sheer black bra that hid nothing from his view. She tweaked her nipples until they were hard and she watched as his eyes darted from her chest every few seconds. He was clearly struggling to stay composed because he cut off in the middle of his lecture and ordered them all to open their books and read the chapter on advanced shield charms.
Once the room had settled, she spread her thighs again, this time propping both feet on the table legs and opening herself up to him. His eyes zeroed in on her bare cunt and she saw them bulge as he took in the new changes she'd made that morning.
Knowing he was a possessive man, she'd given herself a temporary tattoo of his initials at the top of her pussy.
He had told her more than once when they fucked that her cunt belonged to him and she wanted to show him that she'd heard him. If he wanted to own her, she wasn't going to complain. As independent as she was, there was something sexy about a man laying claim to her body.
She flicked her wrist and cast a silencing charm around her body. Making sure her eyes never left his face, she sunk two fingers into her wet centre and began to pump them in and out. With a strained face, he looked around the class, most likely making sure they were still reading before he looked back between her thighs. She pumped faster, using her other hand to tweak her nipples as she brought herself closer and closer to the edge.
Their eyes met as she came and she could see the lust in his face.
She jumped slightly as the bell rang and she adjusted her clothing and removed the spells from her area with a wave of her wand. She began to pack up her things and was about to stand when Snape's voice sounded over the noise of her classmates.
"Miss Granger, stay behind please," he commanded.
She caught Harry and Ron's gaze and told them she would see them later and not to wait for her. They said they didn't mind staying outside the classroom, even if it made them late for dinner, but she waved them off. Ron shot her a grateful look as they exited the classroom.
As soon as the door shut, Snape was on her. He picked her up and sat her on his desk. Dropping to his knees, he spread her thighs and buried his face between them. She moaned loudly, knowing he would have warded the room already and twisted her fingers in his hair.
"Yes, Professor!" she cried as his fingers entered her. "Lick my cunt. Make me come."
He pulled his mouth back and she groaned in frustration. "You're such a fucking tease. Showing off your pussy in class like that. Did you like coming in a room full of people?"
"Yes! I loved it."
"I like the addition." He ran his tongue over his initials. "Tell me who owns this."
Her hips moved off the desk, searching for his face, searching for friction. "You do! Please make me come, sir."
He paused just inches from her clit. "Say my name when you come, slut. I want the entire castle to hear who makes you wet like this. Let them know who owns your cunt."
His mouth was on her again and she cried out, a mixture of his name and incoherent words as he forcefully pushed her towards her orgasm. When she finally came, she screamed his name as loud as she could.
He hardly gave her time to catch her breath before he stood up and slammed his cock into her. His grip on her hips was painful and she loved it. She hoped he left bruises so she would remember how he felt inside her every time she saw them.
"You're so fucking tight, little witch." He hammered into her and her eyes rolled back in her head at the way he felt. "Feels so good wrapped around me."
"Fuck me harder, Severus. I need you to come in me."
"Fuck. Yes! You crave my come, don't you?"
"Yes! I need it. Please come in me. Fill my cunt with your seed."
He growled and his hips stuttered as he cried out her name and spilt himself inside her. The feel of him painting her insides with his come pushed her over the edge again and she milked his cock with her muscles as she came around him.
He pressed his forehead against her, his breath hot and heavy as he tried to catch his breath. He slipped out of her and she felt his magic wash over them as he cleaned their bodies.
"This can't happen again, Hermione," he whispered against her lips. "I'm your professor."
"We're both adults and I want you," she told him. "Don't push me away."
"I want you but I can't. Please understand."
He pressed a kiss to her lips, softer than anything they had done in the past. Before she could even kiss him back, he stepped back from her and magically adjusted their clothes. He gave her one last look before he turned and walked out of the classroom, leaving her there on his desk.
Severus was pacing around his rooms, torn by his feelings. He could blame the thrice-damned necklace for giving into Miss Granger's advances the day Miss Bell was cursed. But he had no excuse for giving into her again after her last class.
What was it about that witch that drove him crazy? He had been a teacher for seventeen years and never even looked at a student. And then this slip of a girl comes prancing into his office smelling like his own personal love potion and suddenly he is throwing all his morals out the window.
Who cares about the ethics of the situation when she felt so good in his arms? When she sucked his cock like a woman possessed, kissed like an angel, and fucked him like she was made for him?
He shook his head. He couldn't, wouldn't give in to her again.
Setting a ward on his door so he would be alerted if she tried to visit him again, he went into his rooms. He needed to bury his guilt under an entire bottle of Firewhisky.
23 Oct 1998
Snape took a deep breath, held it in for six seconds, then let it out slowly. Hermione had come by his office almost every day for the last week. He'd avoided looking at her in class and when she had tried to lag behind he had told her if she didn't get out of his classroom he was going to make sure her privileges to leave the castle were revoked until Chrustmas. Her face had hardened but she didn't say anything as she left.
Luckily, it was Friday afternoon and he wasn't on patrol duty again until Sunday night. Normally he stayed at the castle during term, only staying out overnight if the Dark Lord requested it. He'd been told by Voldemort he wasn't going to be summoned until the next Saturday evening and there was nothing that Dumbledore would need seeing that he was out of the castle again. Deciding that he needed to get away, from the school and from Miss Granger, Severus threw a few things into his overnight bag, sent a letter to Minerva letting her know he was leaving, and walked towards the front gates.
His house on Spinner's End may not be nice compared to his chambers at Hogwarts, but it was his. And with the wards he'd added before term started, no one could enter it unless he personally guided them past the enchantments.
"Should we move this conversation back to my place?" the woman asked.
Severus had already forgotten her name. Bridget maybe. She was just some woman that was lonely and looking for some companionship at the Muggle pub. She was tall, large breasts, thick thighs, and had long wavy blonde hair. He'd bought her a drink as they talked about the weather and football.
Bridget wasn't interested in books or current events — which was good since he lived detached from the Muggle world for ten months of the year — but she was good at reading people. She had created stories about everyone that walked in, her sarcastic humour leaving him with a rare smile on his face.
And the best thing about Bridget, she was interested in him and wasn't one of his students. Mind made up, he stood from his barstool.
"Lead the way," he whispered into her ear and smirked when she shivered.
"Jesus shitting Christ," Bridget said, flopping back onto her mattress. "How did you do that?"
Severus kissed his way up her soft stomach and rested his chin on her chest. Of course, he was good at sex. He was a natural Legillimens. He could read surface emotions and knew instantly if his partner wanted more or if he was in the wrong spot. It was harder with magical people because as they grew natural shields developed. But Muggles had no mental shields. Bridget had been as easy to read as an open book.
He knew when she wanted him to spend more time between her thighs, using his mouth to bring her to a screaming orgasm two times in a row. And then he knew that she wanted the first round soft and slow, wanted him to worship her. After he'd come inside her he knew she wanted to be held until they were ready for round two.
And he knew she wanted that one hard and fast. Wanted to be degraded, wanted her hair pulled and her arse slapped as he fucked her from behind. She was using him. Wanted him to fuck away the memories of the asshole who'd used her and then discarded her for a younger woman.
He was more than happy to oblige.
Because for the three hours he'd been in her bed, he hadn't thought of Hermione Granger once.
"It's called listening," he told her. "Your body was telling me exactly what you wanted. Any man that wants to be with you needs to learn how to read your body and give you what you want."
"And what is it you want, Severus?" She ran her finger down his large nose, over his mouth, and tapped under his chin so he looked her in the eyes. "Or should I say, who?"
"I can't have who I want."
"Unless she's married, a lesbian, or underage, I can't imagine her not wanting you."
Snape sighed. He knew it was safe to talk to this Muggle. No Death Eater could come to his neighbourhood, it was off-limits. And Bridget had no idea where he worked or who he really was. He'd told her he was a chemist at a local laboratory. Plus, if he said too much, he could always remove the conversation from her memory.
"She's an adult," he said. "But she's still too young for me. I don't want to marry the chit or anything, but even being with her for sex can't happen."
"Why?" she asked. "What's stopping you? If she's of age, it can't be too young."
"Have you read Romeo and Juliet? It's like that. Opposite sides of a feud."
"But Romeo and Juliet get together. It's one of the most beloved romantic tales of all time."
He gave a humourless laugh. "I don't fancy their ending though."
Bridget scrunched up her nose in thought before the end of that play must have come back to her. Star crossed lovers that killed themselves because they were too stupid to just run away and start over.
Unfortunately for Severus, it didn't matter that he felt nothing but lust for Miss Granger. Even if he was desperately in love with her, running wasn't an option. Voldemort could track him down anywhere in the world, so could Fawkes. And his job within the Order was too important to risk messing up.
"Until she realises how lucky she would be to have you, Severus, my bed is open to you."
Snape pulled himself from his thoughts. He shifted higher up her body, bringing their pelvises together and rocking slowly against her. "Does that mean you're not done with me yet?"
He would worry about Miss Granger when he returned to school. Until then, he and Bridget could use each other to forget about the people they couldn't have.
A/N: I know, I know. How dare Severus have sex with another woman. I feel like he's the kind of man who thinks the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else ;) See you all next week!