Severus Snape could not believe his eyes. He had been staring at Granger's sketchbook for the last hour. He was mesmerized and horrified at the same time. Why did he have to open this sketchbook, he thought. How would he face his student next week? Luckily, he could try to avoid her until Monday next week. He figured he could take his food into his classroom instead of being in the great hall. Severus had stopped taking his meals into his classroom since Minerva had asked him to sit by her since Umbridge came to teach. Minerva couldn't stand being around her without Severus there as a buffer. She made him sit in between them which was fine with him. Umbridge knew that Severus didn't like her.
Severus breathed out loud as he started to flip through more of her sketches. He knew he should feel guilty about looking through her book, but he was concerned. He would never admit it to anyone though. Nobody ever showed an interest in the old dungeon bat much less a student. He shook his head, there was no way a student like her would like him. He was old, bitter, and ugly. Sure, he had gotten some action before but he ended up pushing them away since they would never been interested. He didn't want his heart to be broken like it had been in the past. Then again later he found out those women were only interested in his friend, Lucius Malfoy.
He turned to the next page and was surprised. He was surprised at how much detail was put into this sketch. The sketch was of him, with his black hair in front of his face. Severus was sitting in his chair in the potions classroom grading. The corner of his lips started to curl into a smile. He turned to the next page and it was blank. This must've been what she had drawn before she left her sketchbook under the tree.
How was he going to give this to her on Monday? There was no way he could look her in the face while handing it to her. Would she know he had seen what she had drew? He wondered if he should just leave the book somewhere and have her find it. Severus shook his head, that would not work. What if someone else found these explicit drawings? It would be too inappropriate for someone else to find it. Especially the drawing of him doing Granger from behind.
Severus started to feel his pants getting tighter as he thought about those drawings. It had been a while since he had pleased himself, but he felt that this would be wrong. It would be wrong because he was picturing himself pleasuring Granger until she melted. He shook his head again, there was no way a know-it-all Gryffindor would like him that way. Of course, she wouldn't like him like that. He is her teacher and she is his student.
Severus put the book to the side and slumped down on his couch. He wanted to release himself from this growing pleasure but he knew it would be wrong. But who would know that he had pleasured himself? He sighed and brought his hands to his trousers. He undid his belt and unzipped his trousers. Severus pulled his trousers down to his ankles as well as his briefs making his cock bounce straight up. Don't feel guilty about this, Severus, he thought.
Severus grabbed his cock from the base and slid up slowly. Severus immediately started to set a fast pace as he stroked his cock up and down. Pathetic little whimpers started to escape his thin lips. He closed his eyes for a second before he stood up and walked to his bed. Before he lay down he grabbed the container of lotion out of his nightstand. Pumping a fistful of lotion he laid down and started to stroke his throbbing cock. With slick sounds of his hand working his length he began to focus on those explicit drawings. Most importantly the one that he was pulling Grangers' hair as he did her from behind. The strong tug from his hand on his length kept his fantasy going. Severus could no longer keep all of his vulgar words inside. "Fuck," he groaned as he started to stroke faster and squeeze harder. Severus' stomach clenches as he hits his orgasm. Doubling over he groaned loud, louder than he ever has. Severus stroked his cock more until there was no more white liquid coming out. He sighed, grabbed his wand, and cast a cleansing spell.
Severus now knew there would be no way he could face Miss Granger. He shouldn't have done that. He knew in the back of his head he would feel guilty after.
After hours of staring at the ceiling in his private chambers, he finally fell asleep.
Saturday, October 21st, 1995
Hermione got up from her bed and walked over to Ginny. "Wake up," she started to shake Ginny slightly until she opened her eyes.
"I hate you so much," Ginny groaned.
"You know you love me," Hermione smiled.
"It's Saturday 'Mione, why can't we sleep in?" Ginny pulled the covers over her face.
Hermione grabbed the covers and pulled them down. "I would like to go to Hogsmeade and I do not want to go alone."
Ginny groaned, "Why not go with the boys?"
"Ugh," Hermione stuck her tongue out his disgust, "I can't have girl talk with the boys."
"Fine," she said, "I would like some gossip from you then. You owe me."
Hermione wondered what gossip she wanted but shrugged her shoulders. She started to make her bed when it dawned on her. Where was her sketchbook? She knew she brought it back last night after she got caught by Professor Snape. As she was looking around her bed area it dawned on her that she may have left it under the tree.
She got dressed and told Ginny she would meet her downstairs by the great hall. Hermione had to go and look by the tree to see if it was there. She started to walk fast down the stairs and through the corridors. She wasn't going to panic, yet. As she got to the tree she noticed a couple sitting under the tree snogging. She walked over to the couple, "have you two by chance seen a book here? Before you sat down," she softly said. The couple disconnected lips and both shook their heads at Hermione. Instantly going back to each other and snogging she quickly walked away. She made her way to the great hall and sat down at the Gryffindor table. Hermione looked around the great hall and wondered where her sketchbook could be. There was no way someone had found it she thought. If someone had found it then it would be the joke of the week. Everyone would know that she was attracted to Professor Snape.
Hermione stood up from her seat and started to walk out of the great hall. She couldn't eat, she was too nervous. As she turned the corner she bumped into a large figure. She braced herself for impact but it never happened. Hermione felt large hands holding her up. She opened her eyes to see Professor Snape staring at her. She breathed hard, he was holding her up so she would not fall. He lifted her to her feet and stared at her. Professor Snape cleared his throat, "watch where you are walking, Granger," he snarled and walked past her. She smiled as he walked passed her. His hands felt so large and his fingers were spread out while he held her. It felt like he was holding her forever and she didn't want it to stop.
All she wanted was to find her sketchbook and to have Professor Snape hold her again.