Chapter 7
Not Your Average Gryffindor
For the first time in forever, Hermione didn't feel scared, or nervous. She was literally walking into the mouth of the beast but she didn't care. She walked with her head held high, and her spine straight. She wasn't sure if it was Malfoy's little speech or what, but she wasn't going to let that greasy git bother her.
All of a sudden the image of him licking his lips popped into her head. A delicious chill ran up her spine.
'He is taking better care of himself now. He looks a lot more soft than greasy I suppose.' Hermione thought to herself.
Finally she was at his classroom door. Taking a deep breath to get her thoughts back in order, she fixed a sweet smile on her face and knocked on the door.
"Enter Miss Granger." Snape called with his usual drawl.
As she walked into the room, a thought came into her head and before she could stop herself, she started giggling.
"Have you been hit with an idiocy hex, why are you laughing?" Snape said becoming angry.
'I mean really. Who walks into his classroom laughing while he was there?' he thought.
"Sorry, I just thought how funny that would have been if it wasn't me at the door." and she smiled, but at him this time.
Without even thinking about it, he let one side of his mouth lift into a very small smile.
Hermione had never noticed how handsome Snape was when he smiled. She had never seen him smile before. He always seemed to be scowling. But this time he was actually smiling and he hadn't hidden it yet.
When she reached his desk she leaned on it with her hands and Snape saw how it squeezed her breasts together.
'Bloody hell when did she get such perfect tits?" He thought, 'those would fit perfectly in my hands, with the perfect amount of over spill.'
She caught sight of him licking his lips again and noticed he was staring straight at her chest. Instead of correcting her mistake, she leaned forward just a bit more. Hermione had no clue what had come over her but the excitement she felt wouldn't let her stop.
In a low whisper she asked, "What do you want me to do Professor?"
He was starting to lose control. He could feel it. Snape stood and walked around his desk to distance himself from her just a bit. He sat on the table in the first row.
Hermione could tell she was getting to him and she wanted to see how far she could take this. She turned around slowly and raised herself onto his desk, crossing her legs. She knew her mini skirt was showing a bit of her bum, and she knew he saw it.
Leaning back on her hands she shot him a look and said "Whatever you want Professor."
'Where did that come from?' She thought, 'What did that even mean?"
Before the Head Girl had time to think about it, Snape was standing directly in front of her with his hands on her knees.
"Don't tempt me girl, I don't think you're ready for what comes next."
Anger flashed in her eyes before she sat up into his face and said, "I'll tell you what I'm ready for sir."
That was it! all in one fluid motion he parted her thighs and was standing between them kissing her, and he loved the feel of her. She was small framed but busty. Snape lost his hands in her long honey hair that seemed to have lost all its frizz. Her lips were soft and he felt her moan as he pulled at her hair a bit.
Hermione's hands wrapped themselves around him and slid up under his shirt. It was his turn to moan as she trailed her nails down his back. She was enjoying him more than she should be and she knew it. Hermione felt his lips move from her's to her neck. On almost instinct she wrapped her legs around his waist.
"More." The aroused girl against him whimpered.
So he complied. It had been a while since he had felt a willing young woman he didn't have to pay for under him. But this was like riding a broom, and some things you just don't forget.
"I want you Hermione." He said into her neck as he moved his skilled hands from her soft locks to her breast.
He unbuttoned her shirt, thanking Merlin she wasn't wearing her Gryffindor vest. And after a handful of seconds he had her blouse completely open to him. Hermione's skin was slightly bronzed. Wherever she lived she got a decent amount of sun. The bra she wore was lace, black intertwined with, wait was that green?
"Slytherin colors Miss Granger?" Snape asked smirking.
She smirked back at him and said, "Green is my favorite color."
Author's Notes: Sorry it took so long. I get writers block hard sometimes. Hope you guys like it!
