Teaching

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Teaching
Chapter 1: Solitary Fantasies
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There she was again. That damn insufferable know it all. With her hair all frizzed out around her face, her shape curvy, her eyes wide and innocent. He groaned as she leaned over her cauldron, narrowing her eyes at the list of ingredients listed before her. Her robes parted, the top button undone on her blouse, the skin smooth and pale...

He couldn\'t help it, his hand reached under the covers, running lightly over the dark curls that started just below his navel. The air in the dark room suddenly felt hotter, causing him to grasp the sheet with his other hand and throw it to the floor. Three years ago, could it really have been that long since he had seen her?

She stirred the cauldron, the image of the ladle making slow circular motions in the large vat, made his pulse quicken. Round and round, she went, lifting it out ever so often to add another ingredient. Her small fingers, taking a pinch of this, a pinch of that, and adding it to the mixture. The way her hands grasped a large piece of mandrake, almost caressing it as she lowered it into the potion.

His fingers moved down further, finding his erection waiting, standing, begging for attention. He wrapped his fingers around it slowly, almost like the way her hands had grasped the mandrake. His fingers were rough and calloused, from years of hard work, but he could push the feeling aside. In his mind, it was her hand, young smooth fingers. Fingers that began to move up and down, stroking the length of his cock, squeezing it in just the right spots, running her thumb over the top when she reached it.

She would catch him watching her, she always did. As her eyes moved towards the front of the classroom, all the other students would slowly disappear; fade into nothing, until it was just the two of them alone. The young fresh Gryffindor, barely legal, and an old dried up potions master, the only two people remaining in the universe.

\"Did I do something wrong?\" She would ask, her lower lip quivering in fear. In fear of him, or in fear of failing in her last year of potions, he was never sure, it didn\'t matter. The way she bit that bottom lip pouting. The way one hand would always reach up and try to tuck away a strand of her wild hair.

Severus moaned again, his hips lifting up off the bed, arching against his hand, her hand, as it moved, his cock throbbing, aching with want, with need. His other hand came up, running through his hair, clutching the edge of the bed as he fought to control his desire.

\"You\'ve done nothing wrong.\" He would answer huskily, his voice barely able to conceal the desire he felt for her. He knew of her use of the time turner earlier in her schooling. He knew that technically she was older than her classmates, eighteen really, not seventeen, perfectly legal in every country in world, no longer a child. A woman.

\"I can do extra credit if you need me to.\" Her own voice was no longer innocent and sweet, but low and throaty. \"I can do anything you want me to, Professor.\" She slid her robe off, letting it fall to the floor. She perched on the edge of her stool, her fingers undoing the buttons on her school blouse, button by agonizing button. If he had his way, he would grab it and rip it open, but he couldn\'t move. She had him mesmerized.

\"God\'s save me.\" He breathed, his breath coming in gasps, a sheen of sweat covering his body. His cock was stretched as hard as it would go; the veins in his arms bulging against the skin and he moved it in a feverous pace. He clenched his eyes, his teeth, his fingers, he was losing control, he always did, and that was her effect. Mind altering, almost to the point of physical pain, undeniable pleasure.

She slid the blouse from her shoulders, letting it join the robe. Her breasts were beautiful and round, the perfect size to cup in his hand, the nipples erect and straining against the fabric. Her legs parted, and his gaze followed. He drew in a sharp breath, as she opened them further, his eyes seeing not knickers, but a small batch of chestnut curls. They glistened slightly, her fingers sliding in between the wetness.

\"Is this what you want to see Professor?\" She asked wickedly, leaning back against the table, giving him a better view of what he desired. He opened his mouth to answer, but couldn\'t speak. Her body was a spell, a wicked evil spell, driving a grown man over the edge. It was as if she cast Impedimenta on him.

Her fingers slid inside her, slowly, her thumb caressing her clit. He watched as her fingers slid back up her stomach, torturously slow, and moved to her lips. She watched his reaction as her tongue snaked out, licking her own juices from them. He couldn\'t take it any more. He rose from his desk, his erection freed from his trousers before he reached her. He took her mouth in his as he thrust inside her. She grabbed his robes, holding him tightly as he plunged into her over and over again.

\"That\'s right, fuck me, Professor.\" She groaned, her voice vibrating through his body.

\"Hermione...\" Severus moaned as he came, the creamy liquid spilled out over his fingers. His hand slowed, extending the pleasure, milking it for everything it was worth. It took him a minute to fully stop, his cock softening in his hand, yet still tingling from the orgasm. His breathing returned to normal, and he used his other hand to wipe the sweaty hair from his brow. After muttering a simple cleansing charm, he slowly pulled himself to a sitting position. He shook his head at himself and the memory of what he had done.

It had been three years since she had been in his class, three years since she graduated and left Hogwarts, three years since he had seen her. So why was it, after all that time, Severus asked himself, do you still masturbate to her memory? As he crossed the room to the small bathroom, he cursed himself again. She was nothing but a young girl, a student, smarter than the rest, but a pain in the ass. She held nothing in him but hatred and scorn, and although she had sailed through his classes with excellent grades, she never treated him with the politeness she had shown her other teachers. Not that he expected anything more, she was a Gryffindor, not one of his Slytherin students, and he showed her no respect either. Still the day after she graduated, his fantasies had begun.

As the hot water ran over his body, relaxing the muscles that were still drawn tight, he wondered what had brought her memory back so strongly. Ever since he and Rosmerta had begun meeting every so often to relieve their sexual tensions, he hadn\'t needed to conjure her memory to excite himself. He lost track of time and soon the steam slowed, and the water turned colder. He still stood there, letting the water turn icy, letting his body being to shiver. He was a perverted old man, he disgusted himself, there was no excuse for remembering a student the way he did. The time turner Severus, she was legal. His subconscious tried to remind him. \"Shut up.\" He growled to himself, teeth chattering.

When he finally exited the shower, his white skin a pale shade of blue, he wrapped himself in his robes, and sat in front of the fireplace. He poured himself a whiskey, inhaling its distinct aroma before tipping the liquid into his mouth. He grimaced as it burned his throat going down. He sighed, setting the glass back down and fingering the small brown envelope that lay beside it. Ah, but he did know what had brought her memory back. He pulled the piece of parchment out, not having to strain in the darkness to read the words; he memorized them the first time.

Professor Snape,

I just wanted to let you know that I have accepted the Arithmancy position offered to me by Dumbledore. I will be arriving in a few days, and I wanted us to set aside our differences. I know we didn\'t get along when I was a student, and I will take my share of the blame in it, but I hope we can learn to tolerate each other since we will be working together.

Yours in Sincerity,
Hermione J. Granger

Snape crumpled the letter in his hands, and closed his eyes. He would find away to deal with this, he always did. She was just a girl, no, a woman now... nothing he couldn\'t handle. Still, instead of throwing the letter in the waste basket, he smoothed the wrinkles out and slid it back into the envelope, the whole time wondering what it would feel like to really be inside her rather than only in his dreams.