Lost in the Woods: Predicaments and Resolutions
By Ange de Socrates
Disclaimer: I only own the plot and the deranged bunnies that inspired it.
Chapter 2 – One Down, One to Go
WARNING: Possibly offensive language contained in this chapter, along with a somewhat-explicit scene. Read at your own discretion.
Hermione was speechless. Of course, anyone would have trouble speaking with another person's tongue down one's throat. But not only had her speech abandoned her, all rational thought had fled as well.
It was like…fire. Raw, hot flames that managed to chill even as they blazed. She wondered for a moment whether all Slytherins had tongues that resembled their house mascot.
The witch realized that she was trembling uncontrollably. Was this the passion she had dreamt of, the passion that she had heard about from all of her girlfriends? Hermione had been kissed before, but not by a man. And at that moment, Severus Snape was the embodiment of everything masculine.
A growl escaped Snape's throat, and he pushed Hermione onto her back amongst the leaves and twigs. She whimpered helplessly, scratching viciously at Snape's robes in a valiant attempt to remove them from his body.
Hermione's center ached with need, a primal, instinctive need that she had only felt in her most vivid fantasies. She wrapped her legs around Severus' waist, pressing up to meet the part of him that she knew could give her complete satisfaction. She gasped at the feel of his erection pressing hard into her stomach.
Snape hissed and pinned Hermione's arms above her head, slamming his clothed hips against her wet core. She cried out and bucked up to meet his demanding thrusts.
Disappointment washed over the witch as Snape ceased his furious movements, but was soon appeased as he moved his hips in circles against her.
"Are you sure you're a virgin?" he whispered, his lips barely brushing against her ear.
Hermione moaned and pushed her hips up to increase the pressure of his movements. "Virgin," she mumbled.
Snape nipped her earlobe. "You don't move like a virgin." He pulled her robes aside and slipped his hand up her skirt, brushing his calloused fingers against her panties. "Shall I prepare the virgin's cunt before I sacrifice her to my cock?"
Hermione cried out once more, hardly believing the noises coming from her lips. "Please, gods, please…"
He deftly pulled aside her panties and thrust a finger into her tight canal. His groan was even more guttural than Hermione's. "So…fucking…tight…" He accentuated each word with another thrust, leaving Hermione to writhe beneath him. Snape inserted a second finger, his thumb caressing her clit in time with his fingers.
"Come for me, my beautiful virgin cunt," he whispered, increasing the pace.
Hermione yelped and moaned, squirming in bliss. She felt a tense shudder building up inside her womb, and before long, she was screaming hoarsely as her walls clamped down on Snape's fingers and she felt an unbelievable wave of pleasure drown her entire body. He continued to massage her clit until she had felt the last twinges of pleasure.
"Is someone there?" a distant voice called out.
Hermione weakly tried to push herself up, but Snape held her down. Withdrawing his fingers from her center, he licked each one, his eyes closed in delight. They suddenly snapped open, locking Hermione in his gaze.
"Pity," he whispered. "I hate to stop now that I've had a sample of the wonders your body has to offer."
Snape stood and straightened out his clothes, reverting back into the snarky Potions professor who would never shag a student. "Identify yourself!"
"It's Pomona Sprout!"
Hermione could see the small witch bustling toward them, so she quickly righted herself and stood up, hoping her face wasn't still flushed with excitement. She handed Snape his robes and tried to keep her heart from pounding a hole in her chest.
"Professor Snape?" the witch said, huffing and puffing as she jogged over. "What the devil are you doing out at this hour?"
Snape crossed his arms, putting on his best scowl. "Miss Granger was serving detention with me this evening. And this morning, it would seem."
Sprout smiled sympathetically at Hermione, noting her flush and heavy breathing. "Severus, you really work your students much too hard!" she chastised, placing an arm around the girl. "She's completely tuckered out!"
Hermione blushed as Snape flashed her a leer.
"I've just finished collecting the last of my specimens. Would you like me to walk you back to the castle? Merlin, it's nearly time to wake up for classes!"
"If you would escort Miss Granger back to the castle I would be much obliged," Snape said, frowning. "I have other business to attend to before breakfast."
Sprout nodded happily, oblivious to the professor's usual lack of warmth. "Certainly, Professor. Let's walk, Hermione. In fact, I've been wanting to speak with you about the modifications you made to the Anti-Wilt charm last week…"
Hermione walked off with her Herbology professor, trying to remain calm. She looked back over her shoulder toward the man who had taken her breath away, and quite nearly her virginity, but he was already gone.
Damn it all, she thought. We're not lost anymore, but I'm still a bloody virgin. One down, one to go, I guess.
Hermione had mixed feelings about the fact that she didn't have Potions on Fridays. Sure, she wouldn't have to deal with seeing the man who had built up so much sexual frustration within her, but she also wouldn't have a proper opportunity to attempt to seduce him into finishing what he had started.
It was all so horrifying embarrassing. The man had had his long, talented fingers inside her only that morning – a man whom she was forced to call "Professor" and whose knowing looks she would have to withstand from now on. Add to that the fact that she had never had any sexual encounter of any kind except kissing and some over-the-clothes groping, and she could have given the Weasleys a run for their money with the shade of red she was sure her cheeks were.
Classes were a welcome distraction from the constant throbbing of her womb and the thoughts that slipped up on her unbidden. She took notes with the utmost attention to detail, showing more interest in the history of the Ministry of Magic than any sane person ought.
"Hermione?" Harry tapped her shoulder. "You alright?"
The witch rubbed her eyes. "I – I didn't get much sleep," she admitted, packing her books up when she realized that class had been dismissed while she was daydreaming. "Professor Snape kept me up all night in the Dark Forest. Bloody codger got lost," Hermione quickly added, wondering if she was the only one who found sexual innuendo in her second-to-last sentence.
Harry scowled. "He's a right git. Come on, I'll walk you up to your room. You need a rest."
Hermione made no protest. They had just finished their last class, and she now had the rest of the weekend to make up for lost sleep and to try to purge her mind of the memory of Snape's hands, lips, and body all over her own.
Ron jogged up beside them as they walked toward Gryffindor. "Guess what I heard?" he asked breathlessly, ruffling his hair.
Harry frowned in mock-concentration. "Hagrid is marrying a hippogriff?"
The redhead wrinkled his nose and stuck out his tongue at his best mate. "No…" He grinned widely. "Snape's got a girlfriend."
Hermione's feet stopped moving at the same time as her heart. "Pardon?" she asked shakily.
"I swear it!" Ron affirmed, jumping from foot to foot. "I don't know whether to be grossed out or be excited that now that he's getting laid, he'll be less of an arse!"
Harry looked doubtful. "Snape? Girlfriend? Sorry Ron, but I think you've been hit by a Confundus charm or something." He shuddered. "I don't want any mental images of him shagging some poor witch."
Their female companion bit her lip. "Where did you hear such nonsense?" she asked, willing her voice to remain at its normal pitch.
Ron shoved a second year who bumped into him as they huddled to the side of the corridor. "Watch it! Bloody kids," he mumbled. "Anyway, I was in the loo and Seamus came in. He said Dean was teaching him how to play football out by the Dark Forest, and they heard this moaning. They thought someone might be hurt, so they went into the forest, and they saw Snape snogging the hell out of some girl!" He gagged. "Nauseating, if you ask me."
Harry shot Hermione a curious look. "I thought you were up all night serving detention with Snape," he said slowly.
Hermione's eyes went wide. "Are you implying what I think you are?" Noting her two best friends' nervous stares, she laughed. "Disgusting! I was in the dungeons all night scrubbing cauldrons. Professor Snape came and went all night." Harry still looked a bit dubious.
"I'll bet he did," Ron snickered. As the two boys continued their R-rated speculation, Hermione grew increasingly worried. Just how many people knew of the early-morning tryst between herself and the Potions Master? Was there any chance that Seamus or Dean had recognized her? She knew it was only a matter of time before the Boy Who Lived began asking more questions, judging by the looks he kept giving her.
The witch had never been so grateful to be rid of her friends as she was when she settled into her private Head Girl rooms. She sighed and fell backward onto her bed. Crookshanks purred as he nestled onto her stomach.
"What a night," she murmured to the cat, scratching his ears. Crookshanks mewed happily and nuzzled his face on Hermione's neck affectionately.
The two lay in bed for another few minutes before Crookshanks decided he wanted to wander. Hermione let him out to roam about the common area and determined that a bath would calm her shaken nerves. She stripped and walked to the bathroom, turning the tap to warm.
A knock sounded on her door.
"Just a minute!" she called, wrapping herself in a towel. How completely cliché would it be if Professor Snape were on the other side of that door? She pushed the thought away and dismissed it as wishful thinking.
Hermione walked through her room and to her door, opening it a crack to avoid flaunting her improper state of dress. Her eyes went wide and she gasped, feeling a cold fire shoot through her body.
"Are you just going to stand there," Snape murmured, "Or are you going to let me in there to finish what I started?"
The witch gaped, but quickly snapped her mouth shut, pulling the door wide enough for Snape to glide in. So much for wishful thinking…
A/N: I had never intended for this to be more than a one-shot rabid plot bunny, but the bunny has returned with friends and insisted, communicating through nose-wiggles and chirps, that I continue with this madness. I must admit that I'm rather enjoying it! Next chapter, I guarantee that enough lemonades will be provided with which to make gallons of lemonade.
Thanks much to my reviewers, who did more to convince me to continue this ficlet than the crazy rabbits. Love you all – this is for you!
Enjoy, my fellow shippers…