Over the next few months, everything seemed to be in place for Hermione. Her relationship with the boys was back to normal and she was still seeing quite a lot of Snape without anyone taking notice. She was, of course, starting to stress about her NEWTs that were coming up and so had to put their secret meetings to a later hour, due to the time she spent studying. But since everybody blamed her sleepy state and snappy attitude on pre - NEWT nerves, she was covered in that sense.
But yet there was one little thing in the back of Hermione's mind that kept nagging her and wouldn't leave her alone. She tried her hardest to avoid it, yet it kept coming back and eating her up from the inside. Although there was no visible signs that their relationship was anything but physical, Hermione sometimes caught herself wishing or hoping differently. She would confuse lustful whispers for declerations of love or would trick herself into thinking that she saw Snape looking at her differently than just sexual prey. She didn't quite understand why she would start becoming emotionally attatched to a person such as Snape, the least likely for anyone to fall in love with. Yet she couldn't help but fear that this would become a serious issue in the future.
Then again, thinking about the future confused her just as much. She had never thought much about it at the beginning of their affair, but now that her school year was more than halfway over, she began wondering what would happen when she gratuated. Would everything end? Of course it will. She kept telling herself. They both got into this situation, knowing that someday all of this would have to stop. But unfortunately, Hermione had to admit to herself that that thought wasn't all that welcome to her.
Of course she could never imagine the two of them declaring their love for eachother and actually having a serious relationship. Just the thought of that was enough to make Hermione laugh. And after all, Hermione was a woman with morals. She wanted a future that included a family. A loving husband and children, something which could never happen with Snape.
Hermione sighed, these thoughts still pressing her as she made her way down to the familiar dungeons. When she reached her desired door, she gave one short knock and entered. Snape was, as usually, sitting behind his desk. "Good evening, professor." Hermione greeted him. Except for those few occasions during sex, Hermione never used his first name.
Snape stood up and walked towards her, instantly wrapping his arms around her waist when he reached. She immediately relaxed.
"Tense tonight?" He whispered. She didn't answer and just rested her head on his shoulders and let him stroke her back. "And why are you in such a state tonight, Miss Granger?" Snape asked her. "Surely not just NEWTs?"
He raised her chin with his index finger and their eyes locked. Hermione could feel his eyes searching hers. "It's nothing to worry about, Professor." She told him quietly.
"Who says I was worried?" He asked in reply, slowly guiding her backwards towards the wall. "I'm sure it's nothing that I can't fix." And without another second wasted, his lips found hers.
Hermione's eyes instantly closed and her body filled up with heat. Those lips were so familiar to her, so known, but still, everytime they kissed her she felt the same rush of excitement she had felt the first time they had kissed. His hands ran down her sides, touching her exactly the way she liked it. Her breath caught in her throat and she was unable to keep kissing him. She drew away, her eyes still closed, and leaned against the wall, letting him take over her.
Snape let her cloak fall to the ground and reached up her school skirt. He grabbed her by her ass and made her wrap her legs around his waist. Slowly, while still kissing her, he walked them over to his desk which he cleared of all objects with a flick of his wand. He sat her on it and soon Snape was lying on top of her. His cloak was lying on the ground as well and Hermione had begun to undo his shirt. One by one, she freed the buttons and let herself see one more glimpse of his body. She was teasing herself and him by going so slowly, but she didn't want to rush. Not this time.
Snape watched her as she freed him of his clothes, his eyes never leaving her. Hermione bit her lip as she finally undid the last button of his shirt and moved it off his shoulders. Her hands automatically found his chest and began to feel him. Her blouse was next. Snape began to undress her just as slowly as she had done to him and soon she was shirtless as well. His hands traveled up her sides, making her breath catch in her throat, and they moved to her back, unclasping her bra with one swift move.
Hermione gasped as her bare nipples hit the cold air. Snape bent down and took one of them into his mouth, sucking on it slightly and nibbling, too. She couldn't believe what great pleasure this little move was bringing to her and she closed her eyes and let him taste her. His lips were everywhere. They moved slowly, from her breasts to her collar bone to her neck and to her ear, leaving a trail of burning fire behind them on her skin.
Snape began tugging on her skirt and slowly lowered it off her legs and threw it to the ground. His lips continued their path, this time downward, going over her flat stomach and down to her navel. Hermione wasn't able to breathe as his feather-light kisses went below her belly and down to her panty-line. Snape hooked a finger through her knickers and began to pull them off as well. He spread her legs, giving himself a better view of her. She felt tingly all over in anticipation for what she knew was coming.
The second his lips made contact with her moist center, her eyes shut and her back arched. At first he only began kissing the area, driving her wilder by the second. Then his tongue darted out to further pleasure her and Hermione moaned. He pressed his lips closer to her and began licking her insides, lingering longer on her clit. Her hands flew down to his head and she grabbed a fistfull of his hair.
Hermione felt him stop for a second and whisper something along the lines of, "So beautiful." but she wasn't sure. The next second, his actions continued and he began sucking on her clit, driving her wild and closer to the edge. Hermione began panting and moaning louder and louder. It wasn't long befor she was hit her climax. Her back arched further, she closed her eyes and moaned out his name. This was pure bliss.
Snape drew away from her and moved himself on top of her again. Their eyes locked once more. Hermione's hands began to travel from his chest downwards, until they reached the waist line of his boxers. She teased him a bit there, but finally reached in and wrapped her hand around his member. He sighed and his eyes flickered a little, but they didn't leave hers. Hermione pulled down his boxers completely, releasing his enormous, throbing penis.
Hermione felt a rush of excitement as she saw it, knowing it was about to enter her. She felt silly for feeling so excited. After all she had much experience with this particular one, but still she felt the same rush of adrenalin as the very first time. She didn't have much more time to think, though, because the next second, Snape had burried himself within her with a groan. Hermione arched her back and her eyes flickered shut.
He drew back only to thrust into her with more force this time, sending both into a pool of ecstacy. Their movements continued and Snape's began traveling all over Hermione. They were on her neck, her collar bone, her breasts, driving her to near insanity. She wrapped her legs around his waist, giving him a new angle to enter her with. Her hands were on his back and she was sure she was some marks with her nails, but she couldn't care less at the moment. This was too good.
Snape sped up and began thrusting faster and faster with every passing second and Hermione could feel herself coming closer to the edge. She gave a loud moan indicating this and his movements sped up further.
"Look at me." Snape hissed in her ear. "I want to see you come. Look at me, Hermione."
She opened her eyes and their gazes locked. Hermione moaned again and knew she was almost there. Just a bit more... "Severussss!!" She breathed as her back arched again. Her toes curled and her nails dug into his shoulders but she never broke eye contact. This seemed too much for him, for he spilled his own seed inside her. He rode out their orgasms, making sure it lasted as long as possible, until finally collapsing on top of her.
They were both breathing hard, trying to recover from their intense orgasms. Snape propped himself back up after a while and looked at her sweaty face. There were hairs sticking to her face and he moved them behind her ear gently, his eyes searching hers. Their eyes locked again and Hermione felt a tingle go up her spine with the intensity of it. She was shocked to find so much emotion hidden behind the black pupils. She couldn't tell what exactly they were, but she was still amazed and intrigued by it.
She found it too much and leaned up and kissed him forcefully on the lips. They began snogging a bit, their kisses slow and passionate. He was the first to break the kiss. She kept her eyes closed for another while, letting the feeling of the kiss linger until she finally looked at him again.
"You should probably go." He whispered softly in a voice Hermione had never heard him use before. When she didn't respond, he slowly got off of her, reached for his wand and with a flick they were both clean and dressed again. Hermione slowly moved off of the table and stumbled on her legs. Snape jumped forward and balanced her by holding her by the waist.
"Thanks." Hermione whispered and reached up to kiss him one more time. It was short and sweet and Hermione sighed as she turned away and started walking towards the door. When she reached it, she turned to him, smiled one last time and walked out.
"Hermione? Hello? I'm talking to you!" Ginny said, waving her hand in front of Hermione's eyes. Suddenly waking up from her thoughts, she looked up to realize Ginny was giving her an annoyed look.
"Sorry, Ginny." Hermione yawned. "I'm just so tired. All this studying..."
"Are you sure that's it? Because otherwise you're always interested in my stories." She replied sceptically.
Hermione sighed. Of course it wasn't just the NEWTs. She was telling Ginny the same lie she had told Snape. Oh God. Just thinking his name was enough to make her tremble with desire. "Yes. I'm just very stressed out. I'm sorry, Ginny. I think you'll have to tell me this story another time. I'm going to bed."
Now Ginny was looking worried. "All right..." She hesitated. "Well, I have 'detention' now anyway." She added more enthusiastically, winking at Hermione. "See you tomorrow."
Both girls got up and walked in different directions. Hermione had just reached the bottom of the staircase when someone called her name. She turned around to find Ron walking over towards her.
"Hey." She said, giving him a faint smile.
"Hermione." Ron choked. He looked like he was having trouble with whatever he wanted to say, because his whole face was turning red and he couldn't look her in the eye. "Do you - do you think I could talk to you for a minute?" He spat out with a little trouble.
Hermione was confused. "Er - Actually I was about to go to bed. I'm very tired and stressed right now." She told him. His face seemed to drop and disappointment was written all over it. From the back she saw Harry watching them and he gave her a significant look. Then it dawned on Hermione.
"Maybe just a minute?" Ron asked again. "It won't take long, I promise."
Hermione's eyes were now squinted sceptically and turned back to Ron. "Okay then." She said. Ron sighed in relief and began walking towards a quiet end of the common room. She shot Harry another curious look before turning her back to him and facing Ron.
"Well?" She asked.
Ron cleared his throat. He looked even more red than before. "So - so I was thinking. There's this Hogsmead trip coming up this Saturday."
"Yes, I know that." Hermione egged on impatiently.
"Well, I was just thinking - that is if you want to - that we could maybe - you know - go together?" He mumbled. Hermione furrowed her eyebrows.
"Well, of course. We'll go all together. Like always." She said in a confused tone. Of course she knew better, but decided not to act on it, hoping that what she thought was about to happen, wouldn't.
Ron looked like he was about to die in his embarrassment. "But, I was - I was kind of - you know - eh - thinking we could go - together. As in, like - you know - a da - date, maybe?" He was scarlet by now and looked extremely interested with the carpet on the floor.
Hermione's heart dropped. What was she supposed to do? Saying no would be the end of their friendship as she knew it. He could be extremely embarrassed, or worse; mad at her. They would have to go through the whole awkward phase after this. But then again, saying yes... She would be sending him wrong signals. It could turn out bad toward the end if he ever found out she wasn't interested in him like that but only led him on. She felt so sorry for him at the moment. No matter what, he'd have his heart broken.
"I have to think about this." She whispered. He looked up at her like she had just sprouted two heads. "I'm sorry, Ron. I'll let you know tomorrow." And with that she turned around and ran up to the girl's dormitory, where she threw herself ofn the bed and closed her eyes. This was just such a horrible situation.
She felt like it was testing her and everything she'd been thinking and feeling lately. All her thoughts about Snape and their future were being put on the spot. All her emotions were being questioned. Of course she loved Ron, but she wasn't exactly sure if there ever could be more than friendship between them. Yet, what would there be with Snape? She had already come to the conclusion that they wouldn't - no - couldn't have a future.
She felt her eyes tear up as she realized the decision she had promised she'd make by tomorrow, would decide everything. Well, almost.
His tongue was working magic on her. She gave a loud moan and her hands intertwined in his hair, pushing him further down her center. He sucked and scraped his teeth all over her most sensitive spots, driving her crazy.
"Oh fuck. Lupinnnnn." She moaned loudly. She could feel herself draw blood from her lip, she was biting it so hard. His tongue found her vagina and began making its way up the tight hole. Ginny arched her back. He stuck it in as far as it would go and took it back out, only to repeat the process. He began tongue-fucking her, going faster by the second. His hand came up to help his mouth with the job, rubbing on her clit, making her shudder and gasp.
Ginny gave another loud moan as she finally hit her climax. He milked out her orgasm and only stopped once she stopped shuddering. She relaxed back onto the desk. Lupin crawled his way back up her body and smiled wickedly.
"Enjoying yourself?" He asked her.
Ginny decided to ignore him and kissed him instead. He didn't complain and kissed her right back. They snogged for a while until the dinner bell rang.
Lupin broke the kiss. "We should go to dinner." He told her.
"I can't let you go out like this!" Ginny protested signaling the little tent inside his pants. He was just about to protest but she didn't give him the opportunity to do so. Pushing him onto his beck, she straddled him and began undoing his belt.
"Ginny -" He started off.
"You know you want it." She cut him off, her voice seductive. He stopped protesting at once and watched her release him from his trousers. Ginny felt his manhood throb in her hands. She knew he needed it. Bad.
Keeping her eyes locked with his she slowly positioned herself on top of him and lowered herself slowly, taking him in completely. She watched as his face tensed up and a little grunt came from his mouth. As she began moving her hips, his hands flew up to her hips right away, gripping her tigthly. Ginny moaned and threw her head back, keeping their pace steady and slow.
"Ginnyy.. Goddamn!" Lupin hissed, his eyes were closed and he was resting it back against the table. Ginny was still watching him and getting more turned on by the second. Damn, he was driving her crazy, and apparently she was doing the same to him. Her hips began rocking harder on their own accord and she began riding him faster and faster. His grip on her hips tightened as both of them felt themselves growing closer to the edge.
Soon they both reached their climax as Ginny cried out and Lupin groaned, spilling his seed inside her. Ginny rode out their orgasms, until finally collapsing on top of her secret lover. They were both panting with their eyes closed. Lupin's hand came up to storke Ginny's hair.
"Ginny?" He asked sweetly.
"Mmm?" She replied, still in her dreamland.
"What are we doing?" Ginny tensed up and looked up at him.
"What do you mean?" She replied.
Lupin sighed. "I mean, it's one thing that we're doing the most illegal thing, at the moment, but other then that, what does this mean?" Ginny gave him a blank look. "I mean is this just sex? Because quite frankly, I'm not that type of guy. I usually don't shag just any random girl."
Ginny bit her lip and looked away. "It's not just sex for me." She told him quietly after a long silence. Lupin smiled and stroked her face, pulling her down to lie on top of him again.
"Good. That's all I needed to hear."
Hermione couldn't stop laughing at the expression on his face. Although he looked incredibly angry, she could tell he was trying to hide a smile. He had her backed into the corner of his office and was glaring at her.
"It isn't funny." He told her.
"Oh, but you see, it is! It's just hilarious." She said, giggling more. His scowl deepened. "Oh, come on." She pouted. "You know you liked it. You know you'd love for me to do that again."
The effect of those words were immense. His face expression turned from angry to sly. "You know I would never argue on that point. You have quite a talented mouth." He said huskily, his eyes traveling down to her lips. "It's just the timing that was a bit problematic."
"Those poor first years." Hermione went on, smiling at his compliment.
"Poor first years?" Snape asked. "I'm the one that had to pretend everything was fine while my girlfriend was sucking me off under the table! I'm the one that -" Snape broke off. The look on Hermione's face had suddenly changed and he had no idea why. "What?" He asked.
"What did you just say?" She asked, her tone quiet and serious.
"I'm afraid I don't understand what you're talking about." He replied, still confused.
"What did you just call me?" She asked.
It seemed to have dawned on him now what she was talking about, because his face fell, too, and he didn't speak. The two stared at eachother as a long silence stretched in between them. Hermione's mouth was slightly open and her eyes were wide. She could see shock in his, but also something she couldn't quite put a finger on.
It was Snape who broke the silence first. He cleared his throat and looked away from her. Turning around he murmured, "I have some papers to grade. I would like it if you would leave now." He walked over to his desk and sat down.
"I -" Hermione began.
"Yes, Miss Granger?" Snape said, still not looking at her. Hermione was still too shocked to speak. She stood there for another while, drinking in everything that had happened in the last couple minutes before remembering where she was again. She felt sudden sorrow wash over her as she heard his coldness towards he in his voice. Had he just called her his girlfriend and acted like a bastard to her within the past two minutes? Her eyes teared up and she got a massive lump in her throat. "Nothing." She croaked out before nearly running out of the room. It seemed like the decision she had been dreaded to make had just been made for her.
