Chapter 10

Dinner had certainly been interesting. Hermione had returned swiftly to her room before she could get chivvied by the second bell, throwing her school bag on the bed, where it hit the neatly-made covers with a loud whump, before standing and stalling in front of her chest of drawers. Her fingertips were on the metal drawer handles, but she did not open it. As much as she wanted to protest it, as much as she should be offended by the idea of what Professor Snape had asked her to do, she couldn't lie to herself. She wasn't going to put another pair of knickers on. No, she was going to brazenly walk down to the Great Hall for her supper bare-arsed, and more to the point, she wanted to do it.

Slightly relieved that her school uniform skirt was longer than most as she walked through the draughty corridors, she knew that nothing apart from a freak gust of wind barrelling down the hallways would reveal her secret. Hermione tried to keep the secret smirk from her face as she entered the Great Hall. Flicking her eyes briefly to the top table, she saw that Snape was already there, although she was not near enough to see the look on his face, which was probably a good thing.

The long, heavy benches that they sat on for meals presented the first problem. She was supposed to swing her leg over, like she usually did? Practically speaking, Hermione knew her worry was was ridiculous, since it was perfectly possible to get on and off the benches without revealing one's underwear to the masses; but knowing there was nothing between her and the prying eyes of the adjacent seventh-years made her slightly nervous.

She decided to just go for it, since if she dithered any longer she would start to draw confused looks from the Gryffindors around her. Unsurprisingly, she sat down without issue, so Hermione smoothed her skirt underneath her bum and down her lap; and tucked herself in to the table to eat. Leaning forward to reach for the serving dish, the bench felt colder than usual, without the security barrier of her knickers. She was very aware of her nakedness, even though technically, there was none.

And then she realised.

It wasn't about what she was revealing, it was about what she was concealing.

Only she and Professor Snape knew that she was bare, and they were both keeping that deliciously erotic little secret all to themselves.

The aim of the exercise was not to humiliate her into accidentally flashing her bits and pieces in public, that wasn't his intention at all. It was a way of keeping the tension piqued between them, keeping them excited and turned on, at least, she hoped it was, because her own arousal was keenly interested. What an amazing idea. Hermione helped herself to a large bowl of beef stew and ate hungrily, for clearly sex on the Potions master's desk had worked up an appetite.

Neville started to tell her a story about something improbable that Professor Sprout had tried to teach him in one of their private tutorials for his apprenticeship, and Hermione turned her attention to her friend, listening to his tale, smiling at the right places, all the while remaining very aware of the precious little secret beneath her skirt.

Merlin, she had to see him again tonight, and she didn't mean Neville.

-xxx-

The long house tables began to empty erratically at the end of the meal, unlike the start and end of term feasts where they were all dismissed together. At all other meals, students could leave the table once they had finished eating; to return to homework, to socialise, to go to the library or attend an after-school club or activity. Or, as Hermione Granger was planning, to attempt to secure a clandestine meeting with the most loathed teacher in the school. And not for any kind of homework or extra tuition. Even the thought of it excited her.

Hermione waited until the Gryffindor table was largely empty, since she'd been a little late getting to the Great Hall after the dinner bell had sounded, for … various reasons. Steeling her nerve, she kept her legs firmly together and swung them over the bench, standing up and heading for the large doors that led into the Entrance Hall.

As she walked, she felt the tiniest fizz of magic between her legs, as if a disembodied finger had slipped up her skirt, grazed her inner thigh and swiped once from the front of her pussy to the back, before beating a hasty retreat. What the hell?

She spun around, ready to give the culprit one of her best slaps to the face, but there was no one behind her, or even to the side. No one was within touching distance of her.

Casting her eyes upwards, she saw Professor Snape was getting to his feet, readying himself to leave the teachers' table. His austere black figure was towering over the two professors that were seated on either side of him. Hermione could not clearly see his face, but what she could see, was that Snape was returning his wand to the sleeve of his coat, presumably he had just cast a spell.

On her? Was that his spell that she had felt, between her legs?

She thought that he might have glanced at her, but wasn't sure, as he spun on his heel and exited the Great Hall through the teachers' door at the rear of the top table.

Her body continued to thrum with excitement, as she wondered where the hell to go now.

-xxx-

Not wanting to take herself straight to her room directly after dinner, Hermione decided to head for the library, for wont of anything else meaningful to do, taking a circuitous route that led her down the deserted trophy corridor and through a number of winding passages. She felt rather aimless, not really needing to visit the stacks of ancient books that were always her favourite place to rummage for hidden gems, but not wanting to return to her room just yet, either.

As she turned out of the trophy corridor and into a darker passageway, she was startled, but not altogether surprised, to feel a long arm snake out from the shadows and pull her into the gloom, against the wall.

"Did you heed my request?"

His unmistakable, deep drawl rumbled close to her ear, and Professor Snape pulled her back against him; Hermione could feel the steady heave of his chest through her spine.

"You know I did, Sir. You cast that spell as I was leaving the Great Hall."

"Ah. Very good, Miss Granger. You felt that?"

"I did."

"Was it … welcome?"

"After I'd got over the shock that I thought someone was touching me, yes, it was."

"I spent the meal with a most inconvenient erection hitting the underside of the staff table."

"I'd like to have seen that."

He growled, pulling her harder against him and sliding his hand down her front until he reached the hem of her skirt, slipping his fingers underneath it, seeking that which should have been covered. Snape pressed between her legs, and she allowed them to fall apart a little, wanting his fingers to find her wetness, wanting her professor to know that she had done as he had asked.

"You did indeed do as I asked," he hissed, stroking two fingers along the length of her outer labia.

"I did."

"The only thing that tempered me from actually shooting my load at the dinner table was the thought that you had probably not followed my instructions," he said quietly, pushing between her labia to find her clitoris, which he began to twirl gently between a finger and thumb.

"When have I ever not followed instructions, Sir?"

He harrumphed a snort of disbelief.

"Should I list all the ways that yourself, Potter and Weasley declined to follow instructions, over the years, Miss Granger?"

"Um. Maybe not."

"Indeed."

Hermione could not help but lean her head back against his firm chest and shoulder, allowing him to play with her clitoris as he wished.

"Not here," he said, cautiously, in response to her movement. "I will come to you. To your room, later tonight, after curfew. Are you in agreement?"

His fingers were still working their magic. Did he expect her to say no?

"Yes please," she whispered.

"So keen, little girl," he teased, withdrawing his touch and smoothing her skirt down, deliberately stroking his hands over her mound as he did so, applying pressure. "And where will you go now?"

"To the library," she replied, turning around to face him.

"Bare-arsed?"

He raised a questioning eyebrow and dropped a hand to his crotch, hefting his cock through his long coat and trousers.

"Of course."

"Bloody Merlin, girl. This bastard erection will never desist whilst I am thinking of you gallivanting about Hogwarts with such a delicious cunt within reach."

"I'll see you later, Sir," Hermione answered, putting the flat of her hand on his chest and daringly pressing him into the wall, before turning and walking away.

She was sure she heard a volley of creative swearwords as she stepped lightly down the corridor, and a huge grin spread across her face. The fearsome Professor Snape was under her control as surely as she was under his? The thought was incredibly erotic.

-xxx-

Severus watched Miss Granger walk down the dark corridor away from him, not turning back. Had she just flirted with him? Such a novel experience for such a man as himself. No witch had ever behaved in anything approaching a coquettish manner with him before, not without an ulterior motive, anyway, and Severus found he rather liked the feeling.

He had tailed the young witch from the Great Hall, using the hidden passages that were only available to the Headmaster or Headmistress, for of course he still had knowledge of them, despite no longer being the Head of the school. Granger had taken a strange route through the trophy corridor, leading to the dark passageway where he'd revealed himself, as if she'd wanted to be caught. By him, he thought, continuing to cup his hard cock through the thick swathes of black tailored material.

He'd barely been able to resist pulling the girl against him and burrowing under her skirt like a rampant teenager, desperate to find out what he'd wanted to know so urgently, which was whether she'd heeded his instructions and not replaced her underwear.

The erection that was swelling in his own undershorts had increased significantly when his fingers had come into contact with her bare cunt. Fucking hell. Of course, he would go to her later this evening, for how could he not? Despite taking Granger roughly across his desk (and he would not forget that in a hurry) less than an hour previously, Severus found that he was already in need of her again, hungry for her touch, needing completion, but also, something else.

This girl had shown him acceptance. She had shown him exactly how it felt to be genuinely wanted, not just needed to fulfil a purpose. Albus had needed him, but not wanted him. Severus had fulfilled his purpose, that was all. In contrast, Granger had not run from him in revulsion, but had met him head-on, admitting her own desires at the same time as he had been spilling his, leaving him in little doubt that she wanted him, no matter how incredulous he'd been. She spoke the truth.

A tiny crunch of dust beneath a scuffed foot swept his head out of his pants and had Severus narrowing his eyes and searching the passageway around him.

"Who is there?" he demanded, forcing his voice into the severe tone he reserved for students.

No response. There was no further sound, but yet he knew he had not imagined it.

"I know you are there. If I find you, and you have not revealed yourself voluntarily, the punishment will be so much worse than you could ever imagine."

Severus kept his words low and threatening, casting a bright Lumos from the end of his wand and searching the vicinity. There was nothing, and no one, to be seen, but yet he had heard something, he absolutely knew it. One did not work as a spy all these years without honing one's skills of vigilance and detection.

Fuck. He had been an idiot of the highest order to accost the girl in an open corridor when curfew had not yet passed. What had he been doing? Thinking with his cock, not his brain, that was for certain. He could only hope that for once, his keen ears had been playing a trick on him.

Fortunately, the shock of imminent discovery had dissipated his hard-on, so with a final look around the passageway, Severus headed in the opposite direction to Miss Granger, stalking back through the trophy corridor and scaring a couple of first-years who were admiring the Quidditch shields.

He was not on the night patrol this evening, therefore he would complete all his marking, which was always extensive, re-order his classroom, as he did every night, for each day it seemed that at least one class would entirely destroy it, and then set everything in place for the morning. Not knowing how long Granger would allow him to stay for, it seemed prudent to ensure that he had the bare minimum to do the following day. Mentally adding a shower, shit, smoke and a tumbler of firewhisky to that list, Severus was pleased to note that all the mentally listed activity would no doubt take him up to curfew. And then, if he was lucky, a young witch whom he should have been nowhere near, would be waiting for him.

-xxx-

It seemed an interminably long wait before the flames of her chamber fire glowed green, and Professor Snape's head appeared in the coals. Hermione had soon become bored of mooching about the library and had headed back to the guest corridor, brushing off Susan and Hannah with excuses of homework and an early night, and had a blissfully long shower instead, taking the time to dry her hair properly and cleaning her teeth in such a thorough manner that her dentist parents would have been proud.

"May I come through?" he asked, from the fire.

"Of course," she replied, stepping back and securing the waist tie of the floral robe around her.

The grate was soon full of him, tall and dark, wearing only his white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and his black trousers. She was beginning to like this casual look very much. He smelled of the dungeons, and of potion ingredients. If she moved closer, if she kissed him, Hermione had no doubt her teacher would taste of firewhisky and Muggle cigarettes.

She wasn't wrong.

Snape had closed the distance between them in a split-second, sweeping his arms around her back and pulling her to her tiptoes, crashing his mouth onto hers firmly but gently, beginning to move in a hypnotic, sensuous caress on her receptive lips. He kissed like no one she'd ever known, with every fibre of his being, it seemed.

Hermione slid her hands up his arms, feeling the bare skin on his forearms turn to the shirt-covered hardness of his biceps, taut with tension. She squeezed, and he groaned quietly with pleasure as he continued to kiss her with what seemed like great attention to detail.

After a while, he stood up straight, reluctantly stopping the kiss as he allowed them both to draw breath; and stroking his hands on the soft material of the robe, on her back.

"I like this robe. You were wearing this on the night that I caught you out after curfew."

"That was only Friday, Sir."

"It seems a very long time ago."

"I suppose it does."

He slipped one hand to her face, cupping her cheek and tilting it upwards, letting his black eyes search hers as he delicately thumbed her cheekbone.

"Are you wearing anything underneath it, Granger?"

"What do you think?"

Hermione watched Snape close his eyes and swear under his breath. She didn't even catch the exact word.

"You, girl, are a Siren. A temptation that will be the death of me."

"Not really, Professor. I just … just like you very much, that's all."

"You like me," he repeated, monotone, and it wasn't a question.

"I do," she confirmed, reaching forwards to rest both her hands upon his slim waist.

"We are both fucked, personally and professionally, if we allow ourselves to continue this, Granger."

She didn't answer him, but just continued to look up at this dark, taciturn wizard who had turned her world on its axis over the last few days. Hermione had no answer to give. There was every probability that he was entirely correct. However, she didn't know how she could get through the next year of school without the danger, excitement and sheer pleasure that she gained from their illicit encounters.

Snape's eyes darkened, if that was even possible, as they continued to rove her face. When it was clear that no answer was forthcoming, he walked her backwards, sitting her in her own armchair before the fire, and then knelt before her.

What was he doing?

He placed his hands on her knees and pushed them slowly apart, before lifting them to the sides, setting her bare feet on the seat of the chair and opening her knees over the armrests.

"I have not done this before, but I desire to. Will you allow it?"

Hermione nodded, not trusting her voice to respond. Was he going to …?

Oh god.

As his raven head disappeared between her spread thighs, she realised that was exactly what he planned to do.

-xxx-

The rush of blood that travelled to his cock, as soon as he'd touched the tip of his tongue to her pussy, made Severus wish that he'd released the zip of his trousers before beginning this.

Holy fuck. This is what women tasted like, or just this one? It was like nothing he could have ever imagined; or described, and he wasn't even inside, yet.

He used his forearms to push her thighs apart, and his hands to separate her juicy labia, already pinked and warm to the touch of his sharp tongue. Severus had no fucking idea what he was doing; but presumed that if he vaguely followed the motions that his fingers made when he masturbated her, then he'd be somewhere approaching correct.

As it was, his neglected tongue and his eager lips appeared to have a mind of their own, moving upon her most private places seemingly on instinct; wanting and needing to devour every inch of her, to lavish attention on the exquisite sight before him.

Severus held open the top of her pussy, tickling the top of her clit with the tip of his tongue, enjoying the sound of the little gasp that she made as he did so. Oh yes. He would do more of that; and began to swirl the flat of his tongue around the sensitive nub, taking it round and round in an endless rhythm, and hoping to Merlin that the girl had had the forethought to cast a silencing charm upon her bedchamber door before he arrived.

His chin was wet from the arousal fluid that she was expelling, so, keeping her spread open, he lowered his head, licking down from her clit, flickering over her urethral opening and making her squeak with the new sensation, before finding her vagina trembling and ready for his attentions. Severus licked around the small hole, enjoying watching it flinch under his touch, before taking the dragon by the horns and shoving his tongue inside her as far as he could, tasting her sweet juices and revelling in the feel of her tight walls around his tongue, and the sound of her gasps of surprised pleasure.

Holy fucking shit. He had his tongue pushed deep inside a witch, and she appeared to be loving it, as Granger was twitching around under his arms that were holding her pinned to the armchair, her cunt splayed wonderfully wide before him.

He wanted to fuck her.

Yes, he was loving doing this, but his recently-virgin cock was screaming at him in a most uncouth way. All he had thought about the last few days was fucking this girl. Again, and again, and once again.

Remembering in a timely fashion that he was a wizard with a skill for wandless, non-verbal spells, Severus sent a Divesto to his trousers, leaving himself naked from the waist down, which at least relieved some of the pressure he was feeling down there. He had to finish the task in hand, without spunking on her bedchamber rug. That was all he needed to do.

Trying not to get over-aroused by her dripping cunt, which was almost an impossible task, he returned to her clitoris, laving it with his tongue, nudging her none-too-gently towards her orgasm. He felt her hand thread into his hair and massage his scalp before taking a handful and tugging at it, which did him no good at all, for her touch was exquisitely gentle and sensual.

Hit with an idea, he sucked her clit gently into his mouth, and the fevered scream that she tried to stifle told him that he was onto a winner with this. Keeping her pinned down and spread open, Severus began to draw her hardening bud between his lips, flickering his tongue across the top of her clitoris as he did so.

"Oh … oh, shit … oh, ye gods … yes!"

He sped his sucks faster and faster, feeling her inner thighs begin to tremble violently beneath his arms, but he did not let up, pushing the girl higher and higher, needing her climax, needing her to spend so that he could fuck her, right here in her own bed.

"Ohhhhhhh …"

Granger's long moan of relief as she fell over the edge of her cliff was as blissful for him as it was for her. Her pussy began to gush with a stream of fluid, and he dappled his fingers in it as he watched her hole pulse open and closed with the contractions of her orgasm.

"Granger, I need to fuck you," he warned, bluntly, releasing her legs and tugging her to her feet, not caring that she was still leaking, only knowing that she was soaked and ready for him.

"Please do," she breathed in reply, pulling him backwards towards her bed, and as she did so, he pulled inexpertly at the soft tie of her white silken robe, with the floral design that he liked so much.

He didn't even have it half open by the time her legs hit the bed, and Severus pushed her backwards, climbing above her and urging her further up the mattress.

"I need you," he hissed, taking hold of his ridiculously hard cock and trying to guide it somewhere vaguely in the direction of where it needed to go.

She pulled him upwards by way of seeking his lips, seemingly uncaring that they tasted purely of her own cunt. This put him in a much better position to cram himself inside her, which he did, eager to bury every inch of his prick, not happy until his aching balls were slapping against her arse as he thrust into her, hard and fast.

"I apologise," he panted. "I cannot get enough of you, girl."

"Don't be sorry, Sir. I feel the same way. I spent every lesson today thinking of how good it feels to have sex with you."

Was she serious? Did she not want to have a session where he managed to fuck her for a decent amount of time? Thus far, his performances had been less than stellar, and that was being kind.

"Granger, if you say things like that, I shall soon be coming with all the urgent speed of a teenage boy having his first wank."

The wench grinned at him, cheekily, her shoulders rising and falling as she fucked him back as surely as he was fucking her, letting out small, erotic gasps each time he reached the peak of filling her. Severus started to thrust faster. He couldn't help it. He pulled open the front of her robe and found himself a handful of firm, ripe tit, and began to fondle it as he slobbered around her mouth in a gauche interpretation of passionate kissing. The groaning, he soon realised, was coming from him.

"Silencing charm?" he huffed, lifting himself from her face, still rolling his hips against her, his cock so engorged and ready to spill, that he could barely see straight.

"Silencing charm already in place, Sir," she replied, scraping her fingers down his shirt-covered back.

"Not Sir."

She looked at him in surprise, placing one hand on his shoulder as he thrust against her.

"Not Sir," he repeated, with some difficulty, since he was so close to coming. "Not when we are like this."

"Severus, then," she tested, as if the word was unfamiliar on her tongue, which of course it was.

"Again," he demanded.

"Severus. Oh … Severus. More, please."

She wanted more, and she was calling him by his given name, whilst allowing him to fuck her.

Holy fucking mother of Circe, there was no more hope for him. Hooking his hands around her shoulders, he pistoned into her, thumping against her hard and fast, forcing his desperate orgasm from the end of his cock, shooting everything he had inside her.

"Only here can you use my name," he whispered, his breathing still unsteady, continuing to move in and out of her, deeply and slowly. "Only here ... Hermione."