Hermione waited until her roommates were asleep to meet Professor Snape in his chambers. She couldn't believe he had put Hermione on the envelope. After an hour, she noticed that everyone was sound asleep. She stepped off her bed and changed into a different outfit. Not feeling the need to go see him in her pajamas, she put a loose shirt on she really didn't feel like wearing a bra. She put on red knickers and some black leggings.
Hermione slipped on her slippers and made her way out of the girls dormitory and through the common room.
"Lumos," she cast the spell so she could see while walking in the dark. The only thing she wished was to have Harry's invisibility cloak. Luckily, she didn't get caught and she knocked on the potions classroom door.
"Come in," he said. Hermione pushed the door open to see Professor Snape leaning against his desk. "No trouble getting here?"
Hermione shook her head, "No, sir."
Professor Snape nodded and gestured for her to come to him. Hermione smiled and walked closer to him. He brought his hand to her forearm and slowly started to stroke her soft skin. "You have been so quiet in class," he said softly, "you almost don't look at me anymore."
Hermione looked down at her feet but he brought his thumb and index finger under her chin making her look into his eyes as he said, "Is someone nervous around me?"
"Yes, Professor," Hermione bit her lip as she stared into his black eyes.
"Don't be nervous around me," he said, "I will treat you as if I wasn't fucking you."
Hermione felt her heart drop as he said 'fucking you.' She knew this was nothing but pleasure for them, but she didn't know how she wouldn't fall for someone she was sleeping with.
"Are you cold?" He said softly as he let go of her chin.
"No, why?" Hermione furrowed her brows.
"Because I can see your hard nipples through that blouse," he smiled as his eyes fell on her breasts.
Hermione started to blush after she looked at her hard nipples.
"I would say that you should wear no bra during class, Miss Granger, but I don't think I could take my eyes off of you," he brought his hand under her breasts and started to rub one finger across her nipple.
Hermione bit her lip as she tried to contain her moan. "You like that?" He whispered.
Hermione nodded.
"What do you want me to do to you, Miss Granger?"
"Anything, everything," Hermione said as she tightened her legs.
"As you wish," he said as he let go of her and grabbed her hand. His hands were calloused as usual but she didn't notice his hands when they roamed her body last time. He intertwined his fingers in between hers as he pulled her closer to his chambers.
They reached his chambers and he opened it instantly.
Professor Snape turned around and picked Hermione up. She wrapped her legs around his torso as he made his way to the bed. He pushed her off of him and pushed her hard on the bed.
"I wanna be rough with you," he said as he started to unbutton his frock. "Are you okay with that?"
Hermione nodded.
"I know you know how to use your words, Miss Granger." he bellowed.
"Yes, please, be rough with me, Daddy," Hermione bit her tongue at the feeling of calling him Daddy. She felt strange calling him that, but if that turned him on she would keep calling him that.
He didn't seem to mind as he groaned at the words that escaped her mouth. "You little minx," he said as he jumped onto the bed and brought his legs in between hers. "Now let's remove the blouse so I can put my mouth on those perky tits you have," he grabbed the hem of her shirt and lifted it over her head.
"Such nice tits," he said as he started to roll her nipples in between his fingers. "Standing salute for daddy." He leaned down as he started to play with her perky nipples and devoured her mouth. He liked how her mouth tasted, like strawberries and coconut. As she was moaning he moved his mouth down to her pink nipples and started to swirl his tongue around her areola. Hermione entwined her fingers into his jet-black hair and started to tug slightly.
"Mr. Snape, Dumbledore needs to see you!" Professor Snape stopped instantly and looked to the side to see his house elf, Missy. He instantly started to cover Hermione with his sheets as he saw her eyes going back and forth between him and Miss Granger.
"I will be right there, Missy, now leave!"
With that Missy popped out of the room and Professor Snape rolled off her and to the side.
"Who was that?" Hermione clenched her breasts as she stared at the ceiling.
"My house-elf," Professor Snape took a deep breath.
"She won't tell anyone right?" Hermione's voice cracked.
"All she will tell is probably her friend, Dobby," Professor Snape stood up and reached into his trousers. He adjusted himself so his hard cock was in his waistband. Hermione was surprised that the mood wasn't killed by his house elf staring between them.
"Don't let it fool you, Miss Granger, I am as mortified as you, that my house elf has seen us entwined," he said while buttoning up the last button on his frock.
"Would you like me to stay here, sir?" Hermione smiled.
"I shouldn't be long," he said, "You stay under those covers and I shall be back," he slicked his hair back and tucked the hairs behind his ears.
Hermione smiled as she watched him turn on his heel and walk out the door.
oOo
Severus made his way out of his chambers and headed his way up to the headmaster's office. As he made his way up the stairs he stopped and listened.
"In the dream, were you standing next to the victim... or looking down at the scene?" Dumbledore asked.
"Neither. It was like I... Will you please just tell me what's happening?" The person he was talking to was Potter.
"Everard, Arthur's on guard duty tonight. Make sure he's found by the right people. Phineas, you must go to your portrait at Grimmauld Place. Tell them that Arthur Weasley is gravely injured... and his children will be arriving there soon by Portkey," Dumbledore stated.
"They've got him, Albus. It was close, but they think he'll make it," one of the portraits said.
"What's more, the Dark Lord failed to acquire it."
"Oh, thank goodness. Next, we need to..." Dumbledore started to ramble on.
"Look at me! What's happening to me?" Potter yelled.
Severus took a deep breath and made his way into the office, "You wished to see me, headmaster?" he said softly.
"Oh, Severus. I'm afraid we can't wait. Not even till morning. Otherwise, we'll all be vulnerable," Dumbledore looked concerned. Severus looked between Dumbledore and Potter. Potter was sweating as if he had just been running.
Severus knew what Dumbledore meant when he said it couldn't wait. They had spoken about this before, but of course, Severus was resilient.
oOo
Severus grabbed Potter's wrist and pulled him down to the dungeons and into his office. He hoped Granger would stay in there and not come out even if she heard things. There was no way either of them could explain to the golden boy why his best friend was in his Professor's chambers.
"It appears there's a connection... between the Dark Lord's mind and your own. Whether he is, as of yet, aware of this connection is, for the moment, unclear. Pray he remains ignorant," Severus let go of his wrist and made him sit in the chair in the middle.
"You mean, if he knows about it, then... he'll be able to read my mind?" Potter gulped.
"Read it, control it... unhinge it. In the past, it was often the Dark Lord's pleasure... to invade the minds of his victims... creating visions designed to torture them into madness," Severus opened up the case he had and grabbed his wand, "Only after extracting the last exquisite ounce of agony... only when he had them literally begging for death, would he finally... kill them. Used properly, the power of Occlumency... will help shield you from access or influence."
"In these lessons, I will attempt to penetrate your mind," he took a couple of steps toward Potter You will attempt to resist. Prepare yourself," the boy squirmed in the seat and gripped the chair. Severus lifted his arm and pointed it at the young boy. "Legilimens. Concentrate, Potter. Focus."
"You will look after him, won't you? I'm the only family he's got," Hagrid had asked.
"Feeling sentimental?" Severus was annoyed with all that he had seen. He had wondered if there were illegal activities going on with some of the students. He didn't suspect that Granger would be involved but what did he expect? He had seen the provocative drawings of him and her.
"That's private," Potter yelled.
"Not to me. And not to the Dark Lord, if you don't improve. Every memory he has access to is a weapon he can use against you. You won't last two seconds if he invades your mind," Severus got closer to Potter, "You're just like your father. Lazy, arrogant," Severus spat.
"Don't say a word against my father," Potter blurted.
"Weak," Severus said.
"I'm not weak," Potter yelled again.
"Then prove it. Control your emotions. Discipline your mind. Legilimens," Severus cast the spell again and went into his mind.
"Harry!" Black said.
"Sirius!" Potter said as they embraced in a hug.
"I may vomit," Severus said as they both came out of the trance. "Is this what you call control?"
"We've been at it for hours. If I could just rest," Potter said. He was right they had been at it for hours but the dark lord doesn't rest.
"The Dark Lord isn't resting. You and Black, you're two of a kind. Sentimental children forever whining about how bitterly unfair your lives have been. Well, it may have escaped your notice, but life isn't fair. Your blessed father knew that. In fact, he frequently saw to it," Severus spat at the young wizard.
"My father was a great man," Potter said.
"Your father was a swine," he raised his arm to cast the spell again, "Legilimens."
"Protego," Potter cast back at him, having Potter his mind instead.
"Come on, Moony, Padfoot," James Potter said.
"Snape," James said, "Expelliarmus."
"Nice one, James," one of the other boys said.
"Impedimenta."
"Snivellus. Greasy Snivellus," students started to chant as he put Snape onto the tree.
"Right. Who wants to see me take off Snivelly's trousers?" James smiled a most devilish smile.
"Snivellus. Greasy Snivellus," his peers started to chant again.
"Enough. Enough. Your lessons are at an end," and the memory was over as Severus started down at Potter.
"I..." Potter started to say.
"Get out," Severus spat again and Potter was out of his office faster than you could say Quidditch. He let out a loud grunt as he knocked papers off his desk and onto the floor. How could he be so open with his mind? He was being foolish. Severus had let himself become too open and didn't know why. With a flick of the wrist, he moved the papers back onto his desk.
He sighed and walked to his chamber door. He wondered if Granger would be asleep as it had been three hours since he last saw her. Severus wanted her to still be up so he could do horrible things with her but knew he didn't want to take his anger out of her. This didn't make sense to Severus since he had taken his frustrations out on women he had been with in the past, but this was different. Severus wondered if his sexual frustrations were the cause of his mind being too open. He knew one thing for sure though, he was happy that Potter didn't see him and Miss Granger entwined like Missy had seen.
He walked into his bedroom and noticed the young Gryffindor asleep. She looked peaceful while she was asleep. There was no way he would wake her because he didn't know how she would react to him waking her up from her beauty sleep.
He sat down on the couch and started to unzip his shoes. Severus didn't know where to sleep since his head was occupied by Miss Granger but he was much too tall for his small couch. Moving from the couch he walked over to the other side of the bed and started to crawl in.
Keep your hands to yourself, Severus, he thought to himself.
oOo
Hermione slowly started to open her eyes blinking every couple of seconds to make her vision not so blurry. She took a deep breath as she realized where she was. She was still in Professor Snape's bed. She took another deep breath and noticed pressure around her waist. Slowly turning she saw that the one and only Professor Snape was sound asleep and cuddling her small naked figure. She slowly lifted the covers to see that he was fully dressed.
"Professor," Hermione softly whispered.
"Hmm?" He moaned.
"I should get going, sir," Hermione said.
"No," he said as tightened his arm around her small frame. Hermione didn't want to leave but she knew she had to get to breakfast before her friends. They would question where she was since she wasn't in her dorm.
"Professor, I need to go," Hermione said again.
"Your friends won't be at breakfast, Arthur Weasley had an accident at work," Hermione raised an eyebrow as she watched her Professor.
"I must go, Professor," Hermione grabbed his hand and pulled it away from her body. She stood up quickly and started to put her clothes on. Severus opened his eyes and started to watch her get dressed.
"Stop staring," Hermione spat.
"Don't speak to me like that," he spat back.
Hermione's mouth laid ajar, "Sorry."
"Now, leave," Severus spat.
Hermione nodded and made her way out of his chambers.
Severus would never admit to her that he had just gotten the best sleep since his school days.
oOo
Hermione didn't know what Professor Snape meant when he said her friends wouldn't be at breakfast since Mr. Weasley had an accident at work. She was worried, had she missed that much since being in Professor Snape's chambers all night?
She made her way to the Great Hall and noticed Harry was the only one sitting at the table. There was nobody from the Weasley family. Hermione sat down in front of Harry as he pushed food across his plate.
"What's going on? I heard from Professor Sna-" then she paused as Harry gave her a strange look.
"What do you mean you heard from Professor Snape?" He looked at the clock and raised an eyebrow. "It's early morning, and how would-"
"I ran into him in the hall and he said he hoped that everything was okay with Mr. Weasley," Hermione gulped and looked around the room.
"You're acting weird," Harry said, "and Snape is acting stranger."
Hermione gulped again, and in the corner of her eye she saw Professor Snape walk into the Great Hall. She had missed his arm wrapped around her and how his breath trickled against her skin. Thinking about him made her even more aroused and she couldn't even think to ask Harry what happened to Mr. Weasley.
"What's going on between you and Professor Snape?" Harry said loudly.
Hermione blinked and slightly looked over to Professor Snape who was staring intently between them.
"What do you mean?" Hermione started to scratch her skin.
"You act squirrelly around him and you talk as if you were around him this morning," Harry turned to look at Professor Snape probably giving him a dirty look.
"Grow up, Harry," Hermione rolled her eyes.
"There's nothing going on between Professor Snape and myself," Hermione tried not to smile as she thought back to him rolling her hard nipple between his fingers. She wanted him more than ever and hoped that he wouldn't wait too long to ask her to come to his chambers again.
"Miss Hermione," a small voice came from behind her and she turned around to see Professor Snape's house-elf Missy.
Hermione gulped, "Missy, good morning."
"You left this," she held out her small hands and her Gryffindor tie was in her hands. She must've left it in his chambers. Instantly she grabbed it from her hand and tucked it into her pocket.
"Thank you," Hermione tucked her hair behind her ear.
Pop* and with that Missy was gone.
"Who was that?" Harry questioned.
"Nobody, Harry, now tell me what happened to Mr. Weasley."
oOo
After Harry had told Hermione what happened she sat there in awe. "Now that I have told you what is going on, we need to talk about Professor Snape."
As Hermione was about to open her mouth she closed it instantly as she saw Professor Snape walking towards them.
"Mr. Potter," Professor Snape said as Harry turned to see him.
"Yes?"
"Professor Dumbledore would like to see you in his office, now," Professor Snape said.
"We will finish this conversation later," Harry said to Hermione as he started to stand. As Harry turned the corner out of the Great Hall, Professor Snape looked at Hermione.
"Follow me," he whispered to her and started to walk away.
Hermione stood up and started making her way behind Professor Snape.
They made their way to the dungeons and he started to slow his pace so he was walking the same speed as Hermione.
"Does Potter suspect something?" Professor Snape didn't look at her.
"He's an idiot," Hermione said.
Professor Snape nodded as he opened the potions classroom door to let her go in first.
"Thank-you," Hermione smiled.
Professor Snape nodded as she walked past him. He made his way behind her straight after and walked to his desk.
Hermione was confused as she watched him. She had hoped he would take her into his chambers and do unspeakable things to her.
"Do you know anything about Legilimency or Occlumency?" Professor Snape twirled his fingers.
"I know that Occlumency is about the skill of protecting one's mind from external penetration," Hermione gulped at the last word.
"Correct," he said as he lifted his wand and casted a spell to lock and silence the room. "Come here," he said as he lifted his body onto his desk and opened his legs. Hermione smiled, walked towards him, and stopped before his legs. "Come here," he gestured between his legs. Hermione nodded and put her body in between his thick thighs.
"I want to teach you Occlumency and Legilimency," he brought his hand to the bottom of her lip and pulled it down slightly.
"Why?" Hermione questioned.
"Because if anyone penetrates your mind they may see things that neither of us want them to see," Professor Snape said.
"Penetrate," Hermione bit her lip.
"Just rolls off the tongue doesn't it?" Professor Snape slightly licked his bottom lip as his hand went down her neck and to her shoulder.
"Y-yes," Hermione slightly moaned.
"Do you like when I touch you?" Professor Snape whispered.
Hermione nodded.
"Such a naughty girl, not using her big girl words," he looked down and noticed that her nipples were pointing out.
Hermione moaned again as he slowly moved his hand down her shoulder past her collarbone and to her perky breast.
"Wait," Hermione grabbed his hand and pulled it away from her breast. "Is that how you get past things with the Dark Lord?"
"I don't let my walls down," he shook his head, "I let myself slip yesterday though." He had no idea why he was telling her anything.
"Is that why you left? Is that why Missy interrupted us?"
"No," he said, "that was Dumbledore."
"What did he have you do?"
"He wants me to teach your dunderhead friend," he paused, "but he used it against me. I let him in."
"Why?"
"Because my mind was on you," Professor Snape admitted.