The Greatest Gift

Loneliness consumed her. She still had Harry and Ron incontestably, but it wasn’t enough. Everyone needs a companion; Harry had Ginny while Ron had Lavender, though Hermione was sure Ron still pined for her at times, she could tell by the way he looked at her, but their relationship had been star crossed from the beginning. So here she sat, by herself, lost in thoughts. This should be the one of the greatest times of Hermione’s life, it was her seventh year and she was head girl, but she would give it all up to be held by someone who would love her unconditionally.

There was one man that she was infatuated with though, Professor Snape. In her eyes he was perfect,. The Professor was very handsome, but in an unconventional way. She loved everything about him from his prominent nose, to his pallid skin. He also had an impressive will to gain knowledge that rivaled Hermione’s own. The only problem was that he was utterly miserable; she could see it in his eyes and read it in his body language. Hermione then wondered if maybe he was experiencing the same feeling of solitude that she was. She cast the thought away and told herself that he would never have her. Unfortunately, Hermione had every reason to believe what she had just told herself, he did always call her an “insufferable know-it-all”, but he had no reason to hate her, she’d done nothing to him. Hermione slowly drifted back to reality. She then realized that she had to hurry and get ready for breakfast before the food was gone.

Hermione made her way to Gryffindor table and found her seat in between Harry and Ron. “What’s the matter ‘mione?” Ron said, “You look depressed today”. “Nothing” she replied, “I’m just going to head to class early today”, then she left. “What’s eating her?” Ron wondered aloud, Harry just shrugged and continued eating. Whatever was bothering her, he was sure he’d find out in due time.

She made her way into her potions class, she’d always loved being first to arrive, even before the Professor. Today was different, when she had walked in, he was sitting at his desk. “Oh, good morning Professor” Hermione said with all the cheerfulness that she could muster. “Miss Granger, You’re awfully early, what’s the occasion?” he replied. “Um… there really isn’t” she retorted “I just really wasn’t hungry.”, she then took her seat. Professor Snape stared at her as she unpacked her things, it was almost like looking at her for the first time. Sure Hermione was still the “bushy haired know-it-all” he’d known since she was 11, but now there was something different about her now, she was a woman and there was no denying it. She had a classical air of beauty about her. Of course there were her trademark bushy, brown tendrils, but there were also her exquisite, deep, chocolate eyes. She felt him staring, she turned around and they locked eyes for a few moments only to be disrupted by the students who started to file into the classroom.

Professor Snape put the day’s potion on the board and the class got started. For some peculiar reason, he wanted nothing more than to have Hermione stay and what better way than to give her detention. It was devious but who cares, he was a Slytherin for a reason. But how he was going to do it was the problem at hand. Then the idea of how to do it came to him, the next infraction no matter how small would get her a detention. “Knowing Hermione, talking to one of the two dunderheads she calls best friends will probably what’ll get her in trouble.” he thought but he also counted on it. He waited and his moment finally came. He had just caught her whispering to Potter. “50 points from Gryffindor for impudence” he bellowed, “Miss Granger, please be here at 7 o’clock sharp for your detention so I can punish you as I see fit.” Hermione just nodded and sighed, she didn’t really even care. Professor Snape smiled to himself and continued grading papers, he couldn’t wait until 7.

Hermione barely ate at dinner. She searched the head table, but there was no sign of Professor Snape, she assumed that he must be in the class waiting for her. Hermione ate a little more and excused herself from dinner. When she got there she waited outside the classroom for her watch to strike 7.

Professor Snape sat at his desk and waited, he already knew that Hermione wouldn’t be there until exactly 7 o’clock . He started his countdown…5…4…3…2…1… and there she was, it never failed. “Good evening Professor Snape, what do you need me to do?” Hermione asked. “I need all of the cauldrons cleaned, and when you’re finished, please meet me in my office” “yes sir, and with that she started cleaning . Severus sat at his desk and watched her every move from his office. The way the back of Hermione’s skirt rose whenever she bent over or stood on the tips of her toes was so enticing to him. The evidence of Severus’ arousal was blatant, he adjusted his robes with hopes that no one would be able to tell. Hermione felt his eyes on her just as she had in her Potions class that day. She turned around to meet his eyes. The look Professor Snape gave her was of pure lust, she felt liquid heat pooling in between her thighs. She took him in, obsidian gaze, jet black hair, and ashen skin. She’d never wanted anything more than him and Severus felt the same.

Severus had lost all control of himself. He walked to her, swept her up into his arms and kissed her passionately. His tongue begged her mouth for access so he could deepen the kiss, Hermione granted. She was taken aback. Hermione was still a novice but Severus seemed more advanced and in control so she relaxed against him. She could feel her nipples hardening and she knew he probably felt it too. He pinched her nipples through her shirt and Hermione moaned. Severus was amazed at the effect on her. Hermione wanted nothing more at this moment than to have the Severus inside of her and he wanted nothing more than to be inside of her, but he didn’t want it to happen this way, he wanted their first time to be special. He ended the kiss and whispered in her ear to come back at the same time the next night. Professor Snape was sad to see Hermione go but was sure that the next night would be better and more satisfying than what had just occurred. He would make sure of it.

Author’s note: Please be gentle this is my very first. If you like it I’ll continue. So let me know what you think