Chapter 6

Hermione gasped in pleasure as Snape reached for her as soon as he laid down, and she was only too pleased to reciprocate, sliding an arm around his neck to pull him nearer and seizing his mouth straight away for yet more kissing. He enveloped her completely in his embrace, his hands running up and down her back with increasing fervour, and the noises he was making into her mouth as he did so … she'd never known passion vocalised like it.

She threaded one hand into the back of his long hair, screwing up a small handful and tugging gently, a move which sent his hand skimming down her spine to her bottom, taking at first a tentative grasp, then when he met with no objection, a firm clench of her bum cheek. Pushing herself against him, she encouraged him to do the same, and he slid his long fingers between the cheeks, as if seeing how much he could reach from that entry point.

Realising there was only limited access that way, he moved his hand to her hip and rolled it away from him, pushing his hand between her legs from the front, and pressing against her most sensitive parts with his full palm, rubbing her so firmly and so erotically that she accidentally panted into his mouth.

"Oh yes, let me hear you," he drawled, moving back from her lips a fraction. "Do you like me touching you between your legs? Tell me, girl."

"Yes, Sir," was all that she could reply, squeezing her thighs on his invading hand.

"Sir," he smirked. "You'd call me Sir, even when we are in this position together, Miss Granger?"

Hermione took hold of his face so that she could look at his dangerous black eyes, which were not flashing or threatening as they usually were, but instead seemed more like languid pools of dark desire that she wanted to dive into.

"Touch me more … Sir," she breathed, surprising herself with her own daring, the slight element of fear due to exactly who she was kissing, heightening her already roaring arousal.

Snape didn't say anything more; but toppled Hermione onto her back and leaned above her, fiddling with the button and zip on her jeans. Two swear words later and she felt the warm pulse of his magic as the fastenings melted away and she was no longer wearing them.

"I apologise. It would have been far more erotic for me to remove them. But I am too keen to touch you, witch, and those jeans looked too tight-fitting for my patience."

He smiled, just a crook at the side of his lips, but a smile nonetheless, and Hermione pulled his face down to hers, beginning to kiss him again as he returned his seeking hand to her crotch, with only her thin knickers between them now, and his fingers began to rub and play along the seat of her underwear, which must be absolutely dripping by now.

"Your knickers are wet, Granger," he teased, against her lips. "Is this because I am touching you?"

"Of course."

"Fucking hell."

Snape looked so pleased with himself that it made her smile, and Hermione couldn't help kissing his soft lips, yet again, for they were still right next to hers. How on earth they had found themselves in this situation together, she had no idea, but she never wanted it to end.

She just felt … alive.

-xxx-

Merlin, who would have thought that the mere touching of tongues could feel so damn good? He swiped his own roughly around her mouth, wanting to taste as much of this young witch as he could, for as long as she would allow it. He was rubbing his fingers upon her soaking wet underwear, feeling every delicious bump and ridge of her pussy beneath his touch.

Severus was suddenly rather glad he'd only recently shot his load, even if it had been in such an embarrassing way, because if he hadn't, he surely would be about to lose it now. He slipped his fingers under the wet material and touched her most intimate bare skin for the first time. Granger gasped, her hips lurching forwards to meet his touch, and he swallowed her surprise with a sucking kiss, probing her mouth with his tongue as surely as his fingers were feeling their way around her hot, damp cunt.

He knew his anatomy, he wasn't a complete fucking idiot, and he sought out the bud of flesh that was her clitoris, knowing that if he were to rub her gently there, then it would bring her pleasure.

"Oh!" she gasped.

"That's good?" he asked, keeping his index finger moving in a slow circle on the wet nub.

"So good," she whispered, laying on the pillow and plying her fingers through his hair.

He chuckled darkly, dropping his head to her stomach and nudging her striped top above her abdomen so that he could plant kisses on her, licking a trail around her belly button. Even her skin tasted good, and Severus wasn't sure exactly what he'd done to deserve such a prize.

Her underwear was starting to compromise all the things he wanted to do with his hand, so he leaned up and whispered in her ear.

"I believe it is time that you allowed me to remove your knickers, Granger," he muttered, nipping her earlobe. "Do I have your consent? And don't call me Sir."

"Yes, Professor," she replied, the tease clearly visible in her brown eyes.

"You know not with whom you are toying, girl," he warned.

"Show me, then."

"Wench," he hissed, getting to his knees, taking hold of her Gryffindor-red knickers and pulling them down her legs, exposing her mound, and then all the way off the end of her bare feet, tossing them across the room with little care for where they landed.

Severus crawled down the bed and sat down, taking hold of her legs and putting them either side of his waist, pulling her hips towards him so that he could touch her pussy easily with both hands.

"Oh …" she murmured, quietly, her face flushed with embarrassment.

"If at any point you wish to stop, tell me, and we stop, immediately, Granger. Do you understand?"

"I do, Sir. But I'm more worried that …"

"That what?"

"That I won't want to stop."

"Fuck … you are a teasing sprite and no mistake. You could drive a wizard to madness."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be. I have not been quite so happy for many years, if at all."

"Oh."

"Oh, indeed. Now. Show me what you want from me. Demonstrate how you like to be touched."

"I've not, um, touched myself all that much," she admitted, looking embarrassed.

"You have masturbated to orgasm before?"

"Yes, a few times."

"Show me. When I have an idea of what pleases you, I shall take over."

Granger seemed embarrassed, but slipped her hands between her own legs, sliding her fingers into the cleft at the top of her pussy, gently rubbing the hidden clitoris with a circular movement. Severus sought her hole, running his finger around the outside and feeling the juices of her arousal collected there. Fucking hell, he'd seen wizarding porn, but nothing could have prepared him for the slick softness that was now under his fingertip. He pushed a little of his finger inside her, feeling her tight walls grab his digit, which he began to slide in and out, against her natural resistance, trying to not to think that if she felt this tight around his finger, how she would feel around his cock?

His dick lurched, obligingly, as if reminding Severus of its presence, and its neglect, for the entirety of his adult life.

Her self-touching was tentative, polite, experimental. She did not seem to move her fingers anywhere from the regular circles on her clitoris. Unsurprising, he supposed, since the girl had spent most of her adult life sleeping in a dormitory or saving the wizarding world, she'd probably been too busy or never alone long enough to learn effective masturbation techniques.

Severus had been wanking since he'd been old enough to realise what a powerful source of pleasure his dick was. He had a sudden image of teaching the girl to toss him off, and his cock lurched again at the thought.

Gently, he moved her hands from between her own legs, and placed them on her stomach. He summoned a pillow and pushed it under her arse, tilting her pussy up to allow him better access.

"Allow me," he told her, keeping his voice low and reassuring.

Moving her thighs further apart, he slid his fingers the length of her labia before taking hold of each side and pulling them apart, spreading her open, exposing all her deepest secrets to his view. Holy fuck. Granger was beautiful, in a way he'd never seen before. Pink, innocent, and glistening with an arousal that was all for him.

He slipped his fingers into the cleft at the top to ensure that her little clitoris was uncovered; and began to roll it between his index finger and thumb, taking hold of the anxious bud with a much firmer, more definite touch that she'd been doing to herself.

"Oh, shit!" she gasped, her hips jumping at his first touch of her clit, but his large hands were splayed wide enough to keep her in place.

"Relax, Granger."

"Oh! But it's so …"

"I am glad to hear it."

Severus turned his other hand palm-upwards, and inserted his middle finger inside her, pushing all the way in this time, all the while keeping her clitoris moving, keeping her spread open before him. He watched her eyes become unfocused; and heard her breathing increase in volume and speed. This little witch was entirely dependent on the touch of his hands and fingers, and it felt like nothing on earth. His dick pressed urgently against the confines of his trousers, indicating his own arousal, as if he needed the reminder.

He knew he was exciting her. Too many times, he had been present at Death Eater revels, where captured Muggle women and girls had been goaded into unwilling orgasms, forced to climax after climax, around the prick of which ever piece of shit was currently raping her. It had been a favourite perversion of the female Death Eaters, to use their intimate knowledge of their own form to keep the Muggles spread apart for their rapists, teasing and tormenting their clits so expertly and persistently that the victims would come repeatedly, screaming both in agony and ecstasy as they were mocked and jeered, adding to their humiliation.

Severus had watched. Of course he had. The Death Eaters would be screeching with delight at how much the Muggles were enjoying their cocks, since they were constantly being forced to orgasm, despite their tears and pleas for mercy, and it was a pitiful sight. But yet, he had watched.

He had even jeered along, at times. It would have been suicidal not to. Revels were not optional, for a Death Eater. When he had first joined Voldemort, he and the younger recruits had been desperate to join the Revels, but were kept wanting, forced to observe as the older witches and wizards slaked their lusts, promised that all this would be theirs … one day soon.

It had been at one of these gatherings that Severus had experienced his only kiss before tonight, a deep and lengthy snog with a daughter of a Death Eater who had been brought along that night. He'd been punished for it, of course, but it had been worth it. He'd never even caught her name.

When Voldemort had disappeared after the murder of the Potters, Severus had not yet been high enough rank to indulge in the Revels. After Voldemort returned, Snape had managed to keep himself out of the firing line by claiming that celibacy was expected by all male teachers of Hogwarts, and that he was reluctant to break that vow lest it jeopardise his position at the school. Riddle had believed this well enough, not really caring who observed and who participated, so long as they were there, subscribing to his warped ideals.

So, as much as he despised his method of learning the skills he was now using on Miss Granger, the fact remained that Severus knew where to place his fingers in order to send the girl over the edge, which is what he wanted to see, more than anything. He wanted to watch this intelligent, magically-powerful, very proper young witch come trembling on his hands, for it would be a sight to behold. His cock strained at the crotch of his trousers at the thought.

He began to flicker against her clitoris with his thumb, speeding his movements as he watched her stomach muscles start to contract as she chased down her orgasm.

"Oh, Merlin … don't …" she breathed, and he held her writhing hips steady.

"I'm not stopping, Granger. You are too close."

"But … ohhhh …."

Severus took hold of her clit and worked it like a small cock, masturbating it up and down, whilst removing his other hand from her vagina and tickling the sensitive skin of her inner labia, all around the rock-hard bud.

"Into my hand, girl. Let go, now. I want it. I want everything you have to give."

Her hips went rigid as she fell over her cliff, copious amounts of fluid squirting from her hole as her whole cunt spasmed in climax, gasping for air.

"Oh yes," he crooned, stroking his fingertips all over her pulsing genitals, "Oh yes, girl. You are fucking delicious when you come. Let me look, let me see you."

He opened her pussy wide to observe the pulsing of her hole, still dripping the juices that his touch had elicited. Bloody Merlin. Bloody, fucking hell.

"Professor Snape?" she whispered.

"Miss Granger?"

He arched an eyebrow.

"Please, Sir, can we do it? Now?"

"That is what you desire?"

"Fucking hell, yes."

Severus felt his mouth curl into a satisfied smile, and, not thinking about the good sense of what they were doing, vanished his trousers and undershorts in a trice, for he had no wish to fuck around trying to remove clothing. He was upon her in a second, his bared erection touching the gaping wetness of her entrance, desperate to get inside, to finally rid himself of his hated virginity.

He propped himself up on his elbows, kissing her swollen lips and tasting the sweetness of her mouth. He wanted to melt when she put her arms around his neck, massaging the tense cords there and encouraging his kiss.

"Granger, I want this, but are you …"

"I'm sure," she interrupted. "Please, now, before I lose my nerve."

He used his hand to guide the bulbous head of his cock inside her, almost overcome by the warmth and tightness, and pushed himself in, a little way, before reaching what must be her virgin barrier. Fuck, what should he do now? Just ram through it? How hard did one have to thrust? He did not want to hurt this girl.

"I'm in, but I can't … I don't want to hurt you."

He sounded pathetic and helpless even to his own ears.

"Just do it. A quick pain, get it over with. Please."

Her brown eyes were so trusting, that he trusted her in return. Severus forced his hips into one sharp, upward thrust, forcing his way fully inside her, breaking through her barrier and finding the rest of her welcoming channel beyond it. Granger cried out, just once, and closed her eyes in pain, a few tears squeezing from the corners that ran down her cheeks. He kissed them away, kissed the girl all over her face, stroking her hair, keeping his cock seated deep inside her, not moving, allowing her to become accustomed to the intrusion.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, trying not to focus on how fucking amazing she felt, sheathing his cock like the tightest glove, and attempting to ignore the increasing urge to move.

"It's ok," she replied, opening her eyes and allowing him to wipe the rest of the tears away. "I knew it would hurt. Thank goodness I'm here with you, taking care of me, rather than some stupid boy who only cares about his own pleasure."

"You are the pleasure, Granger."

"So are you, Sir. Can you try moving a little, I'm getting used to the feeling."

Severus didn't need to be told twice. He drew his hips backwards a short way, then pushed gently back inside her again, wanting to pass out with the pleasure, but repeating the action a few times until he felt her arms wrap around him and slide down his shirt-covered back, reaching his bare arse and take herself a handful of each cheek.

"A bit more," she asked, pushing him inside by means of his own bum. "I feel, really full up."

He couldn't help but grin at her, stupidly. She was young. Too young.

"Your pain is gone?" he enquired.

"Almost. Just keep going. I want this to be perfect."

"It is both our first times, Granger. It is unlikely to be perfect. Lower your standards, girl, for Merlin's sake."

"Do you know what you're doing?"

He raised his eyebrow at her. Cheeky wench.

"I think that I should be able to manage, girl. I am presuming that my cock will fill in the gaps in my knowledge, for me."

She blushed at his coarse language, and he smirked at her, beginning to draw out and push in further, building up a rhythm that felt a million times better than any wank with his own hand had ever done.

-xxx-

Hermione lay in the professor's huge four-poster bed, looking up at his earnest face, as he gently thrust in and out of her. The initial sharp pain had been bloody horrible, causing tears of shock to spring to her eyes, but she was surprised how quickly it was easing off. She had trailed her hands down to his bum to guide him into a rhythm, and he was now following his own.

His long, raven-black hair hung down from his face, and there was a light sheen of sweat on his forehead. He'd pushed himself onto his hands from his elbows once he'd started moving, and Hermione could not help her fingers fluttering to his chest and starting to unbutton his white shirt, revealing a pale chest that had several scars, and a light covering of black chest hair, stark against his skin. She carded her fingers through the hair, and heard him groan, so she flicked her eyes up to his, seeing them burning with desire.

"Do you like me touching you?" she asked, toying with the slightly rough hair.

"I fucking love it," he growled, actually growled, before releasing a flurry of quick thrusts that made her squeal.

Hermione pushed his shirt back from his shoulders, so she could feel the smooth skin there, and he thrust faster, his jaw clenched as he rocked hard inside her.

"Show me your tits, girl," he begged, looking down at her covered chest, for she was still wearing the striped top she'd worn to St Mungo's.

Hermione pulled her top up, resting it above her breasts, which were contained in a red lace and satin bra that matched the knickers he'd removed. She'd developed a taste for nice, matching underwear, after the months on the run with only a handful of pairs to her name.

"Oh, holy hell," he groaned, lifting one hand to grab hold of a breast, and squeezing it. "I am done, girl. I am done with you. You are too … fucking … good."

Professor Snape dropped to his elbows, pressing his naked chest against her bared stomach, and she could feel every thrust he made, every muscle that contracted as he pounded into her. His teeth were bared with the effort of fucking, and Hermione wasn't sure if he was actually breathing, until with one huge effort, he roared his completion and she felt the hot seed spurt up her insides and down her walls as he continued to thrust.

"Take it all," he gasped, with difficulty. "Fuck. Fuccckk."

When his movements had finally stilled, he lay on top of her, breathing hard, and she was, too. She held him, stroking her hands down his back, under his shirt, feeling some rough scar tissue beneath his fingers.

"Sir?"

He pushed himself up to one elbow, with difficulty.

"Holy shit, Granger."

She smiled.

"I agree."

Snape gave her a rough, wet kiss, pushing his hand behind her head and snogging her with an exhausted, but no less sincere, passion.

"I believe that we've made quite a mess, between us," he said, pecking small kisses on her lips.

"I think we have."

"Allow me."

He lifted himself from her gently, easing what felt like a rather limp penis from inside her, and summoned his wand to cast a Tergeo over them both. Then he sat next to her, reaching for her hand. Worried, she sat up, pulling her top down to cover her bra and stomach.

"I have no idea what to say or do now, Miss Granger."

"Neither do I, Professor."

"Do you wish to return to your room?"

"No," she replied, quickly, before he'd even finished asking the question.

"This is a terrible idea," he said, his shoulders sinking in resignation.

"Do you wish me to return to my room?" she asked, a little nervous to hear the answer.

Snape looked up, those black eyes full of emotion.

"No."

"Can I stay?"

"It would seem that you are," he said, quietly, stroking the inside of her hand as she'd done to him on the sofa. "Come, up."

He moved off the bed, pulling her with him, and threw the covers back with a wave of his wand, that he then placed on the bedside table. No wonder the bed had been so comfortable, for he had sheets, a blanket, an eiderdown and a dark green bedspread. He poured two glasses of water from the pewter jug on the chest of drawers, and they both drank deeply, parched from all the kissing, no doubt.

"I have never spent the night with a woman, in my life," he admitted, placing the glasses back on the tray. "You will be the first."

"That makes me very happy," she replied, genuinely.

"It does?"

"Yes."

"I want to remove the rest of your clothes, girl. I want to hold you, naked against me in my bed, for as many hours as we are permitted to sleep."

To answer him, Hermione pushed the unbuttoned shirt from his shoulders, and it was the last item he had been wearing. She stroked her hands down his chest, feeling his sharp intake of breath as she reached his stomach, only stopping her as she sank her fingers into the trail of hair that led down to his groin.

"No more, for now. That part of me is exhausted, Granger."

Hermione grinned at him, aware that it was a wicked smile, with intent to tease.

"I can see that you are going to be more trouble in my bedroom that you are in my classroom", he reprimanded.

"Does that mean I can come again?"

A filthy smirk split Professor Snape's face, and Hermione instantly decided she wanted to see that expression many, many more times. He reached towards her, taking the hem of her striped top, and pulled it over her head in one smooth movement, throwing it to the floor. With desire in his eyes, he took hold of a breast in each hand, kneading the soft flesh through her red brassiere, unable to stop himself from licking his lips.

He put his arms around her, and slid his long nose under her curly hair, placing his lips right next to her ear as he slipped his hands down her back and began to unhook the lace and satin garment that was the last piece of clothing she was wearing.

"It is my intention that you will indeed come again, girl. On every visit you make to these chambers, I hope."

Hermione gasped as she felt the brassiere loosen, for he had been successful with the unfastening rather quickly, and his long fingers trailed around her sides, following the path of the red bra as he removed it, seeking her bare breasts underneath and cupping them in his hands with a groan of pleasure.

"Just as I had hoped, Granger. Your tits are perfect."

He dropped her bra to the floor, stroking the soft underside of her breasts before lightly tweaking the nipple of each one.

"Get yourself into my bed, girl," he ordered, and Hermione found herself keen to comply, her head spinning with tiredness, arousal and excitement all at the same time.

Snape followed her in, pulling the covers over them both and spooning his naked body around hers, his chest to her spine and a possessive hand on her stomach.

"If I had my way, you would never leave here again," he growled, kissing her cheek. "But, let us face reality, tomorrow."

"Agreed," she replied, softly, taking hold of the hand that was splayed on her stomach and interlacing her fingers with his, feeling him squeeze her hand.

Before succumbing to sleep, hearing his breathing begin to slow, Hermione found it utterly bizarre that she was naked in Professor Snape's bed, with the man himself wrapped around her, equally naked, and that … well, it wasn't strange at all. There was nowhere else on earth she'd rather be.