AN: Well, here you go. The longest chapter yet. I hope its not too long to make you guys be lazy and not read. And if you're looking for smut, there's some towards the end, so i suggest reading and leaving me a comment please!!
And I thought about it. This will not be the last chapter of the story. Maybe i'll make it a bit longer than intended just because I haven't been able to fit all the info in here that i wanted to. If I had, then this chapter would definitely be around 10,000 words.
so i repeat.
THIS IS NOT THE LAST CHAPTER.
I can't kiss him. No. That would be - Well, it just doesn't work that way. But everything else Ginny has said seemed to make sense. So why not this? Besides, you know you want to. It would be oh so sexy. Yes, but that doesn't make it allright! He's a teacher for goodness sakes! Oh not that again. I thought we were passed that stage. Teacher or not, you want him. BAD.
Hermione let out a frustrated groan and shifted around on her bed again. "Hermione, would you please cut that out? I'm trying to sleep here." Came the very annoyed and tired voice of Parvati from the next bed.
"Sorry." Hermione apologized and pressed her face in her pillow. She needed some sleep, but she wouldn't let herself. Her mind always seemed to wander to him. She was hopelessly stuck on him. Why did he have to make her react this way. It's like she couldn't think of anything else these days but him. And Ginny's advice hadn't exactly helped either. She hadn't been able to do anything but debate whether to go through with the plan of kissing him next detention or not. She had only three left, so if she wanted to do it, she better act fast.
Oh, what Hermione wouldn't give for a stroll around the grounds again. But exactly five days ago she had done the same thing, and it had gotten her into a whole heap of trouble. Hermione sat up and leaned against her headboard, closing her eyes. She needed to fall asleep. Now.
Hermione yawned for what felt like the millionth time that day. She finished her dinner and stood up. "I have detention soon, guys. I'll see you in a bit." She said tiredly.
"It still gets me everytime you say that." Ron said. "You and detention, a thought that had never occured to me before." Hermione playfully slapped his arm and smiled at the group.
Ginny gave her a little nudge and said, "Have fun." Hermione gave a nervous laugh and walked off, rubbing her tempels. Stress meets sleepless nights. Not a good combination. She really needed a break from everything. Even herself.
Hermione reached the Gryffindor tower, dropped her stuff off, and started walking towards the dungeons. She finally reached her professor's office and knocked. Just three more to go. Then you'll be free. As if. Shaking her thoughts away, she entered the classroom, holding her breath. She looked at him and thought of what he would have her do tonight and what might possibly be able to go wrong this time. She stood there for a good minute while he finished grading his paper, which seemed what he always did around this time.
"You're scrubbing cauldrons today, Miss Granger." He stated in a bored tone. Looking up at her, he smirked. "They are over there. You won't leave until they are all clean, so I suggest that get started. We wouldn't want a chance to sleep and have those wonderful dreams, now, would we?" Hermione could feel her blood rise up her neck. She gathered her strength and put a look of indifference on her face. There was nothing she could do now, he knew of her undeniable lust for him, so why pretend?
"No, Sir. We definitely wouldn't." She replied coyly. She turned around and walked over to the cauldrons that she had to scrub. She could feel his eyes burning wholes in her back while she was walking away, and smiled. Every second that she felt him watch her, she grew more confident. It was the same as she worked. She knew he was watching her most of the time, and this gave her more confidence then she thought possible. By the time she had about two cauldrons left, she knew she would attempt it tonight. She would follow Ginny's advice and try to kiss him. If of course, there was a perfect moment to do so. After all, she couldn't just approach him and start snogging him.
Fortunately, a perfect opportunity came and presented itself to her. Hermione was just finishing her last pot after about three hours of work, as Snape left his desk and walked over to her. "Done, Miss Granger?" He asked, towering over her.
Hermione felt uncomfortable, so she got up to face him and looked him straight in the eyes. "Yes, Sir." She replied. His lips curled and he bent down to pick up one of the cauldrons.
"You call this clean, Miss Granger?" He asked mockingly. Hermione got angry at his comment and pointed her noise up high as if to indicate she knew better than him.
"Yes, I do. Sir." She said pointedly.
"Well, then. I believe I will need to teach you about the importance of the cleanness of a cauldron. Potions could go very wrong if they are not cleaned correctly, Miss Granger." He said, clearly enjoying being able to tell her something she didn't already know. Hermione got even more mad at this and had the urge to slap him. First he played mind games with her and now he was accusing of not doing a very good job of cleaning cauldrons? What next? Was he going to give her extra detention or something?
Snape stepped closer to her, clearing her thoughts of all things but his closeness to him. "Don't look so upset, Miss Granger." He whispered in her ear. "We can all be stupid at times. It's quite normal. Even for those who believe themselves to be clever."
Hermione could've sweared her hand twitched at his comment, wanting to make itself up to his face to slap him. But his voice was so mistifying, she couldn't have hurt him even if she had intended to. She was once again in a state of mind where she wasn't able to control her body or mind. "Are you implying," She breathed, looking up at him through her lashes again, intoxicated by his closeness. "That you can do stupid things as well, Sir? Because I would be very curious as to what it would be." Hermione looked up at him fully now. She knew this was it. Now or never. But she didn't have to do anything, Hermione realized. Because while she was gathering her courage, Professor Snape leaned in and kissed her.
The first thing she felt was shock. But after that subsided, she relaxed into the kiss. He backed Hermione into the wall and this time opened his mouth, letting his tongue slip inside hers. Hermione could do nothing but simply moan. The feeling of his tongue against hers was purely amazing. She felt her knees go weak and was happy to know he was supporting her, since otherwise she would've crashed on the floor and passed out. She was completely dizzy and the kiss felt like pure bliss. Her blood all seemed to rush to her core as he deepened the kiss. Everything seemed to go in slowmotion, yet the kiss ended way too soon. Hermione kept her eyes closed for a while, enjoying the after effect while gathering her strength back. She finally opened her eyes to find him staring at her with those crazy dark eyes. She knew once they locked eyes he would read her mind completely, but at the moment she couldn't even find the strength to care, let alone resist it.
He leaned into her again. "That, Miss Granger, was an example of something stupid. That was just a preview of something I could do to you that would be completely unreasonable and foolish. So if I were you, I would forget about this. Because if you don't, Miss Granger, then that would be stupid. And you wouldn't want to be called that, now, would you?" Hermione had been holding her breath the whole time he was talking and now finally let it go. He looked her in the eye one last time and smirked. "You may leave now, Miss Granger." He said.
Without thinking or saying anything else, Hermione ran out of the classroom and didn't come stop until she was a good way away from the Office.
"He did What?!" Ginny screached. Hermione looked around nervously and shushed her, but Ginny didn't listen. "Are you serious? Oh my, Hermione! This is good. This is very good. So? What are you waiting for? Tell me how it was!"
"Well," Hermione started, feeling the blush creep up to her cheeks. "I'm not going to lie. He was absolutely fantastic!" She said excitedly and Ginny laughed. "But," Hermione continued. "It's what he said after that's got me so confused." Hermione had a distant expression on her face.
"Well, you going to tell me anytime tonight?" Ginny asked, dying of curiousity.
Hermione snapped out of it and turned to Ginny. "Right. Sorry." And so Hermione explained exactly what Snape had told her. Once she was done reciting his words she saw her friend look at her with big eyes.
"Oh my goodness! He is totally playing with you!" Ginny exclaimed.
"What are you talking about? He clearly just rejected me." Hermione asked confused.
"No, you've got it all wrong." Ginny explained. "Why would he even kiss you if he hadn't wanted to? He's clearly showing himself off. Showing you what he could do to you. I mean think about it. If one kiss affected you this much, think of how much the rest of him...you know. Well, he clearly just wanted to confuse you and make you want him even more."
"Well, it's working." Hermione said miserably. "Oh, Ginny. What have I gotten myself into?" She asked.
"A very dirrty but incredibly sexy affair." Ginny said, smirking evilly.
Hermione was glad that it was Saturday. Although she had detention tonight, she at least didn't have to see Snape the rest of the day. What had been nervous awkwardness before had turned into complete confusion of what to do, what to say, or how to act around him.
Dinner came and went all too soon for Hermione. By now she was ready to pretend to be sick to get out of detention, heck even make herself sick. Where was Fred and George's Puking Pastels when you needed them? She just wished he wouldn't make it so hard. That he would've pushed her away coldly, instead of kissing her and making her want him more. As she made her way down to the dungeons, Hermione decided that she needed to do something about this. That she couldn't possibly let him torture her like this any longer. She would somehow find a way to confront him about everything. She needed to do this. She couldn't handle any of it any longer.
As she re-scrubbed the cauldrons from yesterday, she couldn't help but glance at him every few seconds or so. Her mind was off somewhere else and only when Snape said something, she realized how long she had been scrubbing the same place of the same cauldron over and over again.
"I know I told you to clean the cauldrons better this time, but I didn't want you to completely dissolve them, Miss Granger." Snape remarked.
"Sorry, Sir." Hermione responded, knowing better than to argue about this stupid subject. Once she was almost done, Snape once again walked over to her and picked up a cauldron and examined it.
"Better than last time. But still could use some work." He sneered. Hermione glared up at him. He smirked at her. "I was wondering when your expression would change, Miss Granger. Because the glances you were giving me while scrubbing these lovely cauldrons were nothing of anger." He watched her face expression change into nervousness, then confidence.
"Well, what were they then?" She asked, sticking her nose up in the air, trying to add to her composture.
Snape's eyes suddenly clouded over dangerously as he bent down once again to her ear level. "Lust." He breathed in her ear. Hermione could feel her knees going weak once again. Her breath was caught in her throat and she began to get dizzy. Trying to make sure she wouldn't fall, she grabbed onto his upper arm sleves. This action made him back his face up a bit so that their noses were nearly touching and he was looking her straight into the eyes. His hands went to her hips, steadying her.
"Please." Hermione whimpered.
"Please what, Miss Granger?" Snape asked with amusement in his eyes.
"Please...Kiss me." She whispered and saw her professor's eyes sparkle dangerously. He started drawing closer to her, cocking his head to the side just a little. Their lips were almost touching, barely a milimeter apart and every nerve on Hermione's body was anticipating them to make the final step.
"I'm afraid that would be very inappropriate, Miss Granger" He spoke against her lips, sending shivers down her spine. He looked her into the eyes, daring her to make a move. Hermione let out a frustrated whimper and let go of his arms, backing into the wall, trying to get away from him. But he hadn't let go of her hips yet, so her sudden action caused him to follow her and slam her into the wall. Gasping at the sudden contact of body, Hermione put her arms around him again. Snape chuckled in her ear as she clung to him. "You are very persistent, aren't you?" His teeth nibbed at her ear lobe, making arch her back into him. "I say twenty points from Gryffindor for trying to seduce a professor." He spoke softly, nibbling his way down her neck. "And another twenty for being so naughty." He had made it down to the part where neck and shoulder met. Hermione was breathing hard and her eyes were shut. "And we can't forget twenty points for thinking inappropriate thoughts about a professor while your hands were in your knickers for the past month." He hissed, making Hermione moan. Him knowing the fact that she had been touching herself while thinking of him seemed to drive them both crazy.
Hermione could now feel a single finger making its way up her thigh, making her shiver and shudder in anticipation. Just as that finger became two and was almost under her skirt, something interrupted.
Knock Knock Knock.
They drew apart quickly. Snape straightened his robes and gave Hermione a quick look, making sure she was tidy, as well. He walked over to his desk and sat down. "Come in." He said monotonously. The door opened and professor McGonnagal walked in.
"Hi, Severus. I hope I'm not interrupting anything." She said, looking from a flustered Hermione to Snape.
"No, of course not. Miss Granger was just leaving." He said, looking at Hermione. She had been looking down and nodded, looking up at Snape real quick before exiting the room. She could've sworn she saw him smirk at her just before she left. Hermione walked through the halls, replaying the events of the night, biting her bottom lip and smiling. She had gotten so close! For the first time in her life, Hermione was mad and annoyed at her professor McGonnagal. She had completely ruined her chances to get shagged by the sexiest man in the castle. She knew she would have to tell Ginny what had happened in detail. Once again.
The only problem was, she wasn't able to get Ginny by herself. The boys had noticed her distance from them in the past days and apperently had made it their weekly goal to keep an eye on her at all times. Whenever she would be by herself with Ginny they would pop out of nowhere and ask, "What are you guys talking about?" or "What's going on?" or "Care if we join in?". It seemed they had figured out that something was going on with Hermione since she had been acting rather strange the past week. She had been nervous and giggly. Two things that definitely did not match her character.
Hermione was sitting across from Ginny at lunch giving her meaning looks. Ginny knew there was something big Hermione meant to tell her twice last night and about four times in the hall today, but the boys didn't seem to want her to.
"So, Hermione." Harry started. She broke eye contact with Ginny and looked at him. "Want to tell us what's going on?" He asked.
Hermione furrowed her eyebrows, but the boys definitely did not miss the nervous glance she threw at Ginny. "What do you mean?" She asked.
"You know very well what we mean." Ron said in a slightly bitter voice. Raising his tone a little bit, he continued."You've been acting strange all week and we-"
"-What we mean, Hermione," Harry said, throwing a warning look at Ron, telling him not to get upset. It looked like the boys had planned this confrontation before hand. "Is that, you've been avoiding us for days and it seems that something has made you very nervous and..." Harry searched for the right word. "giggly."
Hermione was looking at Ginny again, pleading for rescue. When none came, Hermione opened her mouth and shut it again. Opening it again, she said, "Look boys. Nothing's been going on. I think the extra homework these days-"
"-Don't." Ron interrupted. "Don't blame it on the homework again, Hermione."
"Hey boys." Ginny started, finally coming to rescue. "Don't worry about it, okay? Hermione's just going through some stuff right now and it will be over soon. I promise." Hermione threw her a greatful look.
Harry looked at Ginny then Hermione with a hurt expression. "And why can't you share this with us, Hermione?" He asked.
"Because." She stated. "It's girl stuff. You wouldn't want to know." She said.
"But we do." Ron whispered.
"Oh do you now, Ronald?" Hermione asked, now starting to get annoyed with the boys. Why don't they just leave me alone? "Do you seriously want me to explain to you how the reproductive anatomy of girls works and why we bleed every month and our hormones go crazy during that time? And this every single month?" She snapped. Ron's and Harry's mouthes were now open and they seemed at a loss of words. After a very uncomfortable silence, Hermione stood up and hung her backpack on her shoulder. "I thought so." She said, walking off.
She was halfway out the front doors when Ginny caught up to her, out of breath from running and laughing at the same time. "That - was - ah - mazing." She said half laughing, half catching her breath. Once she was able to breathe normally, she smiled at Hermione. "I never knew you could lie so convincingly. You should've seen their faces. Priceless moment."
Hermione smiled at her friend. "I'm glad it worked. I was worried they wouldn't buy that either." She hooked her arm in Ginny's and stepped outside. "Come on. I think the boys will leave us alone long enough for me to tell you what happened last night." And so they walked and talked. Well, Hermione did most the talking while Ginny's eyes got bigger by the second and squeels came out of her mouth every once in a while. "And then, he told her that we were done, so I walked out. I could've sworn he smirked at me as I left." Ginny was speechless once again.
"Wow Hermione. You find a way to leave me speechless every time." Ginny said. After a moment of silence, Ginny stopped Hermione and looked at her questioningly. "Well?" she asked.
"Well, what?" Hermione replied, confused.
"Well, what are you going to wear? When are you getting ready? Do you have any sexy underwear? How will you do your hair? What parfume will you use?" Ginny asked impatiently. She could tell by the look Hermione was giving her, that she wasn't really comprehending her questions. "Goodness, Hermione. Haven't you thought about this at all? I mean obviously this is the last detention and only one thing can happen after last night."
"Ginny, I'm not quite sure -"
"You're going to have sex with him tonight, Hermione!" Ginny yelled. Hermione looked around them with a horrified expression. There were a few people now staring at them. Ginny smiled sweetly at them and dragged Hermione off in a different direction. "You seriously haven't realized this yet, have you?"
"No..." Hermione said weekly. She really hadn't. Oh my gosh. Ginny's right. After last night he'll probably expect me to go all the way with him. What do I do? Hermione looked at Ginny with panic written all over her face. "Oh my goodness, Ginny. What do I do?!"
"Don't worry." Ginny replied confidently. "I will help you. By tonight you will be more ready to be ravished by your sexy potions professor than you'll ever be."
"I don't know, Ginny." Hermione said, studying herself in the mirror. "Don't you think it's kind of-"
"Gorgeous? Yes, very." Ginny said happily. Hermione sighed and let her eyes gaze over her whole body once more. Her skirt was tiny on her, her blouse made he boobs pop out, her hair was braided to fall down on one side, and she had maskara, blush and lip gloss on. Definitely not her usual look. "Trust me, Hermione. Once Snape sees you, he won't be able to keep his paws off of you." Hermione sighed again and nodded.
"I sure hope so." She bit her lip. "Goodness, Ginny. I've never been so nervous in my life." This was true. Her stomach felt like it held more than a million butterflies that were all trying hard to get out and her legs were wobbly like jello. "What if he doesn't even want to sleep with me? What if he'll just laugh at me?" She asked worriedly.
"Hermione!" Ginny exclaimed while rolling her eyes. "How many times do I have to tell you that that's the one thing that definitely won't be happening tonight." She turned Hermione by the shoulders to face her. "I suggest you forget those silly thoughts and prepare yourself for a long night. I'm sure it will take a lot of energy to please him while being pleased yourself." Ginny giggled. Hermione had to crack a smile at that.
Hermione's heart was racing faster than a rocket as she knocked on his door that night. This was her last detention and it could go so many different ways, Hermione didn't know what to hope for anymore. She heard his voice telling her to enter and with one last deep breath she opened the door and stepped into the cramped office. Closing the door behind her, Hermione turned around and looked up at Snape uncertainly.
"Good evening, Miss Granger." Snape said with a smirk on his face. He got up and walked in front of his desk, leaning on it and crossed his arms. "Would you care to tell me the why I have the pleasure of seeing you all dolled up?" She could see his eyes scanning her up and down, taking in every change she had made for this evening.
"No reason, Professor." She replied and the corner of her mouth twitched into a half smile. "No reason at all." Hermione could see his eyes flashing over dangerously again and it gave her the shudders.
Snape stood up from his leaning position and walked over to Hermione. "Really, now? No reason at all." He stood in front of her and brushed a lose lock of hair behind her ear and ran his hand through her braid. "And here I was thinking that little goody Miss Granger wanted to impress her potions master..." He leaned in closer to her ear. "...after what happened last night." Hermione's usual symptoms took in again and she had to put her hands around his neck in order not to fall. "How silly of me then, isn't it, Miss Granger?" He asked her, steadying her once again with his hands on her hips.
Hermione was at a loss of a words. "No..." She somehow managed to choke out. Taking a deep breath she gathered strength to talk. "In fact, Professor, you were quite right." She said, looking him in the eyes. "I was trying to impress you." This time it was Hermione leaning into him, and talking in his ear. "Is it working, Sir?" She asked huskily.
Hermione got a growl as a reply and smiled in satisfaction. She knew she had him now. Just as much as he had her. Snape's grip on her hips tightened and he pulled her body into his and crashed his lips onto hers. Hermione moaned at the contact, which seemed to drive Snape even more crazy. As their kiss deepened, his hands began to travel all over her body. His right hand made its way down to grab her arse and his left went under her shirt and up the smooth skin of her back. All the while, Hermione's hands were roaming through his hair and the back of his neck, pulling his face as close as physically possible.
Snape began to get aware of Hermione standing on her tippy toes to reach up to him, so he picked her up by her thighs and threw her on his desk. She groaned at the contact with the hard surface, but soon was distracted by a certain pair of lips finding her again. She was sitting on his desk with her legs dangling off the edge and him standing in between them. A very wonderfull position, indeed.
"I'll be taking that as a yes?" She asked him, referring to the question that had been asked a couple minutes ago. Instead of answering he started kissing his way down her jaw bone and onto her neck, suckling on the soft flesh and leaving his mark. Hermione threw her head to the opposite side, giving him more room to work with while gasping and grinding her hips as he bit her ear lobe. It was Hermione's turn to roam her hands over his body and she found the buttons on his shirt quickly. One by one she undid them, all the while not believing this was actually happening.
"I believe it's time to take this to my quarters." Snape whispered in her ear. "Don't you agree, Miss Granger?" He asked as flicked his tongue over her ear. Hermione moaned in response and quickly shook her head yes. Without further hesitation Snape picked Hermione up from her sitting position and carried her over to where a tall bookcase was standing. He absentmindedly pushed a book back through the shelf after which the bookshelf swung backwards to reveal a big, dark and lightly iluminated bedroom.
Hermione didn't have much time to look around. She was way too busy being thrown on the bed. They had somehow managed to take most their clothes off and Hermione was now in her undergarments while Snape was only carrying a pair of boxers. Their movements became a lot slower than before as he climbed on top of her and kissed her gently. Hermione lay back on the bed completely and gasped into the kiss as she felt his hand entering the waistband of her very green knickers. "Slytherin colors...How naughty of you to plan this ahead, Miss Granger." He whispered as one finger found her clitoris.
Hermione could've had an orgasm there and then. Just that simple touch drove her wild and she needed more. Now. "Please..." She whimpered.
"Please, what, Miss Granger?" He asked snidely, knowing fully well what she needed.
"Please...touch me!"
And with that he thrust a finger inside of her. Hermione moaned loudly and threw her head back. After a few seconds of letting the pleasure linger Snape started thrusting his finger in and out deeper. Soon he added a second one. By now she was rocking back and forth, not bothering to keep her voice down. Just as she was about to reach her climax, however, he drew out. When she was about to protest, he leaned in closer and whispered, "We don't want to ruin everything by fullfilling your pleasure now, do we?" Hermione sighed and wrapped her arms around him again. "But do tell me one thing, Miss Granger." Snape continued in a husky voice. "Who took your virginity. I can tell you aren't one." He started kissing a trail of hot kisses down her neck, leaving burning traces behind.
"Professore - I don't - I don't think it's any of your - your business." She managed to get out in between gasps.
Snape bit down on her shoulder, making her hiss. "Miss Granger," He started. "I'm about to pleasure your most private area with my mouth and tongue." Hermione hissed again at his words. "I do rather think it's my business."
Hermione pretended to consider this for a moment. She really couldn't focus on the question at hand, thanks to her professor, so she decided to give in. "It - It was - It was Vic - Victor Krum." she managed to get out. By now Snape had made it down to her breasts. He indicated for her to lift her back, which she did, and he unhooked her bra, letting her full breasts fall out. He hissed at the sight of them and quickly made his way to nip and suckle at each nipple. Hermione moaned further as he pleasured her this way, soon moving down to her belly button. The anticipation was the worst part and was sending tingles of pleasure through her body.
"Fourth year, I imagine?" He asked. Hermione was only able to nod her head and breathe out a raspy 'yes'. The panties soon were thrown next to the bra on the floor and Snape didn't waste another second. He plunged his tongue right into her center. Hermione groaned very loudly while Snape continued licking and sucked her most sensitive spot, But once again he stopped short before her climax. He made his way up to face her again. "Tell me, Miss Granger. Where did you do it?" Hermione could hardly breathe. The man sure knew what he was doing. Her body was aching to be filled with him and she couldn't seem to be able to focus on anything else. "I asked you a question, Miss Granger." He hissed in her ear. Hermione moaned as she felt his finger touch her clit again.
"In his - in his room on the ship." Hermione replied.
"Now, that wasn't so hard, was it?" Snape asked huskily. Hermione shook her head and gasped as he plunged his finger into her again. "But do tell me one other thing, Miss Granger." He continued, biting down on her neck and leaving another mark. "Was he any good? Did he make you squirm like I do. Did he make you scream with just a simple flick-" At this time Snape flicked his finger on her clitoris again, making her scream in pleasure. "- of his finger? Could he touch you the way I am right now? And make you swim in waves of ecstacy without even giving you an orgasm?" Hermione was skratching at Snape's back the whole time, trying hard not to lose control. She felt like just his words could tip her over the edge.
"No..." She breathed. She opened her eyes from their closed position and looked up at him with great lust.
"I didn't think so." Snape commented back with a sly smirk on his face. His fingers were still pleasuring her, always stopping just before she reached her orgasm, only to continue again.
Hermione decided that she couldn't take it anymore. She grabbed his hand to stop him and looked up at him. "Professor..." She whispered pleadingly. "I need you. In me. Now." Snape's lips curled in the corners and he retrieved his hand.
"I was wondering when you would ask." He said in a smooth and husky voice. Hermione's eyes darted downwards where she could see a tent in his boxers. She smiled and ran her hand down his chest, finally reaching the waistband of the only material seperating them. She slowly went to slide it down and gasped when she saw his member. Oh my! It is enormous! Will it even - "It'll fit, my dear. Don't worry." He whispered in her ear, as if having read her thoughts. Hermione quickly stroked it once or twice, earning a groan from him.
Snape slowly slid his hands onto her thighs and pushed them apart a little further. He positioned himself at her entrance and looked at her. Hermione's eyes were closed and she was biting her lip at the sensation of his tip barely touching her entrance. "Please..." She whimpered again. "Now..." Without having to be told twice, Snape thrust into her as far as possible. Hermione screamed in pleasure and she heard him groan. He hesitated for a moment, letting her get used to the idea of such a big erection inside her and then drew out again, only to thrust harder this time. Soon, Hermione was meeting his thrusts, which were getting bolder and stronger. Hermione couldn't even hear herself breathing anymore from all the moans and groans the two were eliciting. She had wrapped her legs around his waist, granting him deeper penitration as he rocked her body back and forth. "Faster!" She panted. She needed all of him now.
"Mmm...as you wish..." He whispered and bit her ear, pumping faster now. Hermione was swimming in a large pool of ecstacy as Snape hit her G spot with every thrust. She couldn't believe the immense pleasure he was giving her and she knew she wasn't far from climax. She could feel her muscles contracting and knew she was there. With one last thrust she was thrown over the edge. Her nails digging into his skin she yelled out his name over and over again. In the process, Snape came inside her, biting at her neck and spilling all his semen inside her womb. With one last thrust and a groan, both of them stopped and he collapsed on top of her.
While both were trying to catch their breath, Hermione got hit with realization. She had really slept with a teacher. With her potions master for goodness sakes! Oh my goodness! What have I done? Even though I have never felt this kind of pleasure before, this is very wrong! Oh Hermione, how could you have let yourself do this? But something interrupted her thoughts. Hermione moaned once again as she felt two fingers teasing her clit again.
"Not having any regrets, are we?" Snape asked snidely, his fingers continuing to tease her. Hermione sighed and threw her head back.
"No..." she replied in a raspy whisper.
"Good." Hermione smiled to herself. Ginny had been right all along. This had been the most amazing experience of her life.
Waking up in a different bed, in different surroundings and not wearing any clothes can always be confusing. This is exactly how Hermione felt, waking up the next morning. Where the hell am I? Why aren't I dressed? Then within the next second, the memories of last night came rushing back. She smiled to herself as she remembered the countless times they had done it. It seemed like she hardly got any sleep last night.
Hermione furrowed her eyebrows as she realized Snape wasn't in his room. Hermione went to sit up, but plopped back down onto her back at the immense ache between her thighs. Groaning she sat up on the bed. She looked around the room and took her gloomy surroundings that she hadn't noticed last night.
Frowning Hermione realized that her friends must be wondering about her right now. After all, she had been gone all night. Good luck with getting yourself out of this one. Scratching her head and groaning Hermione got up and walked over to the door. She entered his office and saw that he wasn't there either. Hermione was happy at this, since she really wouldn't know how to act in front him after last night. This was sure as hell going to make everything more awkward and difficult. Hermione felt like crying as she stepped into the hallway outside his office. She actually could feel a few tears running down her cheeks as she ran towards the Gryffindor Common Room, hoping no one would see her.
