Chapter 35: The Beginnings Of An Adult Education

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{"Afternoon in the homeroom, they're about to let you go...And the locker slams on the plans you had tonight...You've been messing around with your boyfriend, maybe better left alone...There's a wise guy that you know who could put you right...In the lot, the boy that's idling by doesn't rev your heart...'Cause it's only lonely spots he shares with you...And the long halls and the gray walls are gonna split apart...Believe it or not there's life after high school...And that's why...The student body's got a bad reputation (oh yeah, oh yeah)...What they need is adult education...You go back to school, it's a bad situation (oh yeah, oh yeah)...What you want is an adult...Education..."} Adult Education, Hall & Oates

Snape's Office, Slytherin Dungeons, Hogwarts Castle, Wizarding World...

Still panting from his latest compulsive sexual romp with Hermione Granger, Severus Snape found himself alone once more as he did his best to adjust to the intoxicated sensation of release after he had dismissed the witch without even giving her a second glance. Internally he had been furious about his lack of control concerning his cock, which had still been slick due to his efforts to sate his lust and still protruding from his trousers. To say he had been ashamed about his previous actions had been something of an understatement despite the fact that he couldn't allow himself to completely hate what took place. She had been his wife after all and if a bloke could get sexual release from anywhere, he saw no reason why he couldn't do so with her of all people.

Snape sighed not very much in a hurry to open his eyes after locking and re-warding his office. His body still tingled from the after effects of being with the witch and given the circumstances, he seemed to relish their latest encounter minus the unseemly romantic perspective he knew almost instantly that she had been viewing what occurred in.

If he were to approach his actions from a logical stand-point he would have to deem his actions with the witch as reckless and largely unnecessary, given his status as a death eater and the peculiar situation the two of them found themselves in. Dumbledore had entrusted him to be the one to safe guard the young witch with assumption that his overall lack of interest in the girl would benefit her in the future when the war had been over and there was no preposterous law forcing their union.

As The Potions Professor sat contemplating in the darkness of his office, he found himself opening his eyes and coming to terms with what remained of his impulse action. He desired the young witch more than he had let on and the various rounds of unrestricted sex had not done him any favors in terms of keeping his emotions compartmentalized when it came to her.

Tucking his spent appendage back into his ebony trousers, Severus Snape didn't bother to delude himself with the promise of gaining better control over his base nature as his mind had already given him permission to bed the witch without much shame given that it had been his duty and it was all due to the Ministry Of Magic and his current employer.

In fact, he had been patiently calculating when the next encounter would occur even before he had found a way to justify it's necessity to himself.

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The Old Girl's Bathroom, Hogwarts Castle, Wizarding World...

Hermione had been unable to catch her breath as she entered the solitary bathroom where "Moaning Myrtle" had been keeping a keen eye on the students of Hogwarts from the occasional venture away from her preferred stall. Her mind had been racing as far as what had occurred between herself and the Potions Professor shortly before she found herself leaving his office.

When she ventured into the dungeons, she had in no way expected him to take her as he did, catching her completely by surprise and then dismissing her as if she had been of little importance to him despite his sating of his lust with her.

The young witch had half a mind to hex him for his callous behavior toward her but found that she couldn't truly be surprised by his lack of emotion when it came to anything pertaining to her aside from their new found sexual understanding.

Still, the ever brooding man in black had done things to her body that she could scarcely describe in terms of her very "adult" education. She would have been in denial if she had said that she didn't enjoy his brand of "love-making" it seemed to be born of his well documented frustration and former solitary existence, but it was more than enough to please her as it were.

Hermione had only been in the bathroom for a few moments before she noticed that there had been no sign of Moaning Myrtle. The young witch found it curious at first before a figure stepped out of the apparent shadows of the bathroom, prompting her to draw her wand.

She had been a fraction of a second too slow as she found herself pinned against a nearby stone wall. Unable to do anything aside from gasp, the bushy haired witch found herself face to face with her husband whom had been doing a bit of reflecting ever since she left his office. Without a word he pressed his harsh pale lips into her soft pink ones leaving her breathless in the wake of his lustful need.

He said nothing as he moved to rid her of her knickers for the second time that day. His eyes of obsidian blazing with an unstated need as he found himself undoing his trousers and slipping his enormous appendage back into the warm depths of his new bride. A low groan escaped him as his body grew tense and his lean ebony clad chest pressed against her smaller form keeping her off her feet and against the stone wall in the process.

"S...Severus..." moaned Hermione not even thinking about the ghost girl that haunted the bathroom ever since she had begun to frequent it.

The Potions Professor knew all too well where she'd be, enjoying the overpowering sense of accomplishment he felt due to having located her so easily.

While he had not been in favor of the marriage in theory, he had to admit that having a young willing witch on the end of his cock moaning in pleasure had been something of a perk when everything had been considered.

He had taken precautions of course, while one coupling could be justified via the marriage law's decree, taking the witch again so soon after had not been and Dumbledore had a habit of lurking about every corridor, when not in his office plotting his next attempt to cater to Potter or get The Potions Professor killed over the course of the war.

Hermione wrapped her arms around the rather height advantaged wizard unable to hold back her desire for him as he continued to have his way with her. Her rational mind knew nothing of the sudden waves of pleasure that filled her young body as she attempted to make sense of the undeniable friction their bodies created as her Potions Professor husband's enormous cock made it's presence known between her thighs.

"Oh..." she moaned catching his attention and oddly driving his need to thrust into her at a rapid pace.

Snape did his best to ignore her feeble mind's attempts to rationalize his new found appreciation for the physical aspects of their marriage as he continued to thrust into the young witch as she clung to him.

It wasn't long before he found himself in the verge of released, pulled rather involuntarily from him due to the girl having gotten hers following his frantic pacing. It had still been relatively early in the morning and classes were soon to begin following breakfast in The Great Hall.

A low grunt escaped the Potions Professor as he felt his knees buckle and his body weaken in the wake of his release.

"Fuck..." he grunted trying to catch his breath.

Hermione had been as covered in sweat and breathless as he had been in the wake of their second coupling that morning. She had not known what to make of his new found attraction to her but it pleased her to some degree that he had liked her so much.

Snape rolled his eyes at her childish reasoning behind his lustful approach to her. He released her back onto the floor and stepped away from her after she unwrapped her arms from around his neck.

"Severus..." she began.

"I suggest you get to class Miss Granger, before you are deemed late." he said in his usual Professor tone after adjusting his attire and ridding himself and her person of all evidence via a quick cleansing charm.

"But..." began the amber eyed witch as if she'd been expecting something from him.

Snape said not a word before exiting the bathroom and making his way toward his potions classroom.

Hermione sighed rather confused about the entire situation. She had not been alone for more than a few seconds before Moaning Myrtle came floating by her babbling about some insensitive monster hiding among the shadows and petrifying her.

The amber eyed witch shook her head now realizing what had happened to the ghost prior to her second encounter with her Potions Professor husband that day. After composing herself both mentally and physically, she had taken her husband's suggestion and made her way to class...which had been a good idea considering it had been Potions and she couldn't have put it past him to mark her as tardy just to ruin her day.