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Hermione's eyes widened in fear and she looked up at him. "Shit, what are we going to do now?" she whispered.
Severus jumped off the sofa, fixed his trousers, and collected their discarded clothes and wands. Reaching down, he pulled the half-naked girl off the sofa and pressed her young body against his chest.
Before his cock had a chance to react to her naked bum pressed against him, he apparated them both from the room.
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Harry knocked on the door again and listened closely. He'd heard a woman screaming. There was definitely something wrong here. He tried the handle. Locked. Alohomora didn't work either. Listening closely, he heard the telltale crack of apparition. What the hell? It was supposed to be impossible to apparate in or out of Grimmauld Place*.
"I need to find Dumbledore," he whispered as he whirled around to head back towards the kitchen. The meeting had ended early, but most people were still hanging around. He stopped suddenly when he nearly ran into a tall set of purple robes and a white beard.
"Harry, my boy, you needed me?" Dumbledore smiled down at him.
Wide-eyed, he looked up at his mentor, "I heard a woman screaming in the library, so I tried to get in to see if she was alright. There was some rustling and the sound of apparition. That's supposed to be impossible, isn't it?"
Looking thoughtful, Dumbledore silently waved his wand at the door and with a quiet click, it swung open.
Remus, having overheard most of the the conversation, followed them into the room.
Lupin's nostrils flared at the scents he found and he spun towards the old man, "Albus…"
"Remus," he warned the werewolf, "Harry, my boy, there's nothing to worry about. We'll take care of whatever has happened here." Dumbledore ushered him out and quickly shut the door in the protesting boy's face.
"Albus, this is serious. This room reeks of sex. Severus…" he started.
"Remus, my friend, perhaps we should let this run its course," his eyes twinkled mischievously.
Jaw dropping, he looked at Dumbledore in shock, "You can't be serious! She's…"
"…of age and capable of making her own choices," he finished with a serious tone.
"But Albus…"
"I'll hear nothing more of it, now go on and let Harry know that everything is fine," he smiled warmly at Remus before reaching down to pick up the book lying on the floor by the fire. "The Mating Habits of Goblins," he chuckled "interesting choice, my children."
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They landed unsteadily in Severus' sitting room. Breathing heavily, Severus flopped unceremoniously into the well-worn, red leather sofa that faced the fire.
The squeak from the girl suddenly reminded him that he hadn't let her go. Severus gently released the still half-naked woman from his grasp. Slowly standing, she looked around the room. It was almost cozy, not at all what she'd expected of the usually cold man. There were bookshelves covering nearly every wall. She could spend a lifetime and never read them all. Walking over to one of the shelves, she gently touched the old leather.
He watched her naked bum sway as she caressed the spines of his books. His cock twitched at the thought of those dainty hands on his body.
This wasn't right, they had gone too far. Severus stood, "You have to leave," his tone dictating the seriousness of the situation.
She laughed again, "Where am I supposed to go, sir? Unlike you, I don't have the ability to apparate in and out of places where apparition is supposed to be impossible. How the hell did you do that, anyway?" she looked at him with suspicion and curiosity, "Sir," she added at his glare.
Bloody insolent child! "I'm a Death Eater, Ms. Granger. I frequently have the need to leave at a moment's notice, in case you'd forgotten," he sneered at her.
Sadness shadowed her face and she stepped towards him.
"I said, leave, girl."
"I'm not a girl and I'm not going to leave," her eyes flashed with determination.
Severus was angry. She'd laughed at him and defied him. He stepped towards her quickly, backing her up against the bookshelves. Placing his hands on the shelf to either side of her head, he leaned down and glared at her, "I am a dangerous man, Ms. Granger; a dangerous man with even more dangerous masters. If they were to discover that I had…defiled," he sneered, "…the muggleborn queen of Griffindor, best friend to the great Harry Potter, what do you think would happen to me? What do you think would happen to you?"
The fear in her eyes slipped away to be replaced with sadness once again, "I'm sorry, sir. I didn't think. I just…I…" her head fell and she looked down at her feet.
"You what?" he growled.
"I just wanted you," she mumbled.
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Nearly everyone had left Grimmauld Place after the meeting. Harry and Ron were sitting in the sitting room arguing about the newest beater for the Chudley Cannons.
"Remus! I didn't know you were still here," Harry looked up as his former professor walked into the kitchen.
Remus nodded at the boys "Harry, Ron, have either of you seen Hermione?"
"Oh, yeah, she had a headache during the meeting. She probably went to bed early," Ron dismissed the question and took another sip of the butterbeer he'd been nursing.
Remus's face tightened at that answer, "Well, keep an eye on her. She's been acting strangely and I'm worried."
Harry looked confused, but agreed, "No problem…"
"Well, I'm off. Have a good night, boys."
"G'night," they mumbled in unison to their departing friend, getting back to their discussion.
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Severus's pants tightened at her admission, "You don't know what you want, girl."
Her head snapped up and there was fire in her eyes, "Don't you presume to tell me what I want, Severus Snape! I'm of age. I'll be 18 in just over a month, and that's without taking into consideration the time turner I used in third year! I'm an adult and I can make my own choices. It might not be a good idea, but I want you," she poked him in the chest with those words.
It was too much. Severus quickly closed the gap between them, pressing his arousal into her stomach.
Moaning, Hermione grabbed at his chest, leaving wrinkles in the crisp, tailored shirt.
He leaned down, and for the first time since they'd started this dance, he kissed her. His right hand left the shelf behind her and pulled her hips tighter against him. The feel of her warm flesh under his hand reminded him that she was still wearing nothing from the waist down.
Still kissing her, he pushed her back harder against the shelves. Severus grabbed her arse with both hands and lifted her so that her heat was pressed against his aching cock. With his trousers still between them, he pushed himself tightly into the warmth of her pussy.
He wasn't naked enough. She got a better grip on his shirt and ripped it open, sending buttons all over the floor. Fortunately for her, he was too focused on their battle of tongues to notice her destruction of his wardrobe.
She explored his exposed chest and stomach. The sculpting of his tense muscles was smooth beneath her fingers. When her fingernails ran across one of his nipples, his mouth released hers and he gasped loudly.
She took the opportunity to glance down. This man had been hiding more than passion under his priest-like robes. Her pussy was soaked. She needed him now.
Pressing her cheek against his, Hermione whispered into his ear, "Fuck me."
Severus' breath caught in his throat. Cock throbbing, he pulled back and caught her eyes in his piercing gaze.
Lifting her up higher, he reached down and undid his trousers, clumsily shoving them as far down his legs as he could get them in this position. It was far enough.
Hermione moaned when his cock slid against her, now free from its confines.
Severus' face tightened as he lowered the girl onto his aching erection.
"Gods, yes! Fuck!" she cried when he was fully seated within her.
Her pussy felt incredible around him. Groaning, Severus pulled out and quickly thrust back into her. Hard. He would make her come apart around him if it killed him.
His eyes closed as he enjoyed the sensory overload that was fucking this witch. He could feel her hard nipples dragging across his chest with every thrust. Hermione was vocal, crying out obscenities and nonsense words into his sitting room. He could smell her arousal, mixed with sweat. It was the most wonderful smell in the world, he was sure of it. Taste…he wanted to taste her.
Severus' eyes snapped open and he captured her mouth again. She was practically incoherent, but she did her best to kiss him back. Biting her lip, he released her mouth and pounded into her.
Hermione's head slammed back against the bookshelf, but she didn't notice.
She'd had boys before, but Severus was a man. A man whose cock was made for her. Her orgasm was approaching fast. Breathing heavily, she opened her eyes and looked at him. "I'm going to come," she breathed.
"Yes…come for me witch," he grunted, quickly losing control.
"Yes…fucking YES!" she screamed as her pussy clamped down on him.
His balls tightened at her cry. Seconds later, he shouted as his own release pulsed into her limp, sated body.
He didn't know how long they stayed there. Seconds, minutes, hours? He had rested his forehead on the shelf behind her, but he moved back to look at the girl in his arms.
She had fallen asleep. Trying not to disturb her, he gently lifted her away from the wall and carried her to his bedroom.
Severus placed the girl in the middle of the king size four-poster and with a silent spell, removed the rest of her clothes and the evidence of their actions.
Looking at the naked girl in his bed, he couldn't help but wonder what he'd done to deserve this and how long it would be before one or both of them paid for their actions. He placed the blankets over her and left the room.
*I don't know if this is true, but just go with me on it.
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