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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
13
Views:
7,340
Reviews:
36
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter Ten – The Aftermath of the Meeting – Day 1 Morning
Chapter 10 – The Aftermath of the Meeting – Day 1 Morning
Response to Reviewers
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Applekissis – Thank you! I’m so glad everyone likes my story.
SnapesPet30 – Mine too.
Edania – I love that they both blurt it out. Its so ooc its funny.
slytheringriffendor21 – We shall see.
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Hermione was speechless. She could feel the potion wearing off, but there was no denying what she had said. “Or what he said,” she thought. The idea that not only was she the ‘Smartest Witch of the last Fifty Years’ but that Professor Snape was attracted to her. Someone saw past her brains and wanted her body. A raw surge of pure sexual power rushed through her.
As a student the boys never paid much attention, unless she was made up to the nines. She had always wanted a man to want her for both, instead of in spite of her brain. Now she was here in her simple outfit, plain panties, and barely any make up on, and she had been asked to be ravished by a secret fantasy lover. “Well no so secret anymore, I suppose,” Hermione laughed at her thoughts. “Professor I would like to go back to by flat and think about this.”
“That’s a reasonable request Miss Granger, when shall you come back with an answer. If you approve I would like to seduce you as soon as you were willing,” Snape replied as if he was listing off potions ingredients.
“Well I am busy tomorrow, but the day after I am free and could return here to talk. I will have my decision by then. I have one question, what am I to call you, sir, if we do become intimate, Professor seems too formal, and Snape too casual, but I don’t feel right calling you by your given name,” she inquired
“How about it when we are alone I call you Hermione and you call me Severus. I don’t mind as long as we are alone and it will make talking with you more personal. But only when we are alone, I have a reputation to uphold.”
Yes she knew that Snape she thought, but not the one leading her back out of the castle. This one was human and real. He was gruff and stern but could be caring and kind, but in his own way. This intrigued her, to no end. It was like discovering a treasure chest in your own back yard. “What would Harry and Ron think,” she asked herself. Snape wanted to sleep with her. To snag her, to fuck her a thousand different ways. She apparated home.
She lay across the couch, it was past midnight. “What a day she thought and drifted off to sleep, thinking about Snape.
Her fantasy came to her dreams again. She saw him before her, he grabbed her quickly and kissed her hard and pleading. He was parched for her like a man lost in a desert. Clothes we being removed. He was possessed and she loved every second of it. In her dream, she was wearing a white satin button down blouse (it was on the floor), a simple white lace bra her mother had bought her (he was undoing the last clasp), a pair of dress slacks (they were in the way), and plain flat shoes. She thought she was a ‘Plain Jane’ but he seemed to think her a sex goddess.
Soon enough she stood before him naked, her thighs already moist just from the undressing. He planted kisses all over her body. He seemed drawn to her breasts. She wasn’t sure she liked that. Her breasts always seemed in the way and a bother to her. But he kissed each and licked all around. He kissed under each nipple and held them as if measuring gold with his bear hands.
She looked at him and realized he was still dressed; she was not going to be meek and shy! She started with his outer robes. She slipped them off him and onto her naked body. She did a brief twirl and smelled the collar before she threw it down somewhere. He had a smell all his own. It wasn’t cologne but more like incense. Then the pleated black dress shirt was next. As she ripped off the buttons, she realized it was of the highest quality fabric. Then came his slacks. She could see the bulge already forming. She felt a little scared of it, but wanted to see it, to touch him, to make him shudder with her touch. He stepped out of the slack and let them pool on the floor. All was left on him was a pair of black silk boxers.
She lowered the thin material and his erection sprung free. “Oh shit he is huge,” she thought. His cock was about twelve inches but was thin and leaned to the right a little. She reached out to touch him…
****** BEEP ******
****** BEEP ******
****** BEEP ******
She shut off the damn alarm. She tried to go back to sleep. The dream eluded her for the rest of the morning. This saddened her in a way she wasn’t sure she wanted to be. Her body really wanted to take up Snape’s offer, but did her mind?
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Note to readers: I'm sorry but this is how I dreamed it. I didnt know what she chose. Only the alarm was mine and not hers.
Response to Reviewers
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Applekissis – Thank you! I’m so glad everyone likes my story.
SnapesPet30 – Mine too.
Edania – I love that they both blurt it out. Its so ooc its funny.
slytheringriffendor21 – We shall see.
******************************************************************
Hermione was speechless. She could feel the potion wearing off, but there was no denying what she had said. “Or what he said,” she thought. The idea that not only was she the ‘Smartest Witch of the last Fifty Years’ but that Professor Snape was attracted to her. Someone saw past her brains and wanted her body. A raw surge of pure sexual power rushed through her.
As a student the boys never paid much attention, unless she was made up to the nines. She had always wanted a man to want her for both, instead of in spite of her brain. Now she was here in her simple outfit, plain panties, and barely any make up on, and she had been asked to be ravished by a secret fantasy lover. “Well no so secret anymore, I suppose,” Hermione laughed at her thoughts. “Professor I would like to go back to by flat and think about this.”
“That’s a reasonable request Miss Granger, when shall you come back with an answer. If you approve I would like to seduce you as soon as you were willing,” Snape replied as if he was listing off potions ingredients.
“Well I am busy tomorrow, but the day after I am free and could return here to talk. I will have my decision by then. I have one question, what am I to call you, sir, if we do become intimate, Professor seems too formal, and Snape too casual, but I don’t feel right calling you by your given name,” she inquired
“How about it when we are alone I call you Hermione and you call me Severus. I don’t mind as long as we are alone and it will make talking with you more personal. But only when we are alone, I have a reputation to uphold.”
Yes she knew that Snape she thought, but not the one leading her back out of the castle. This one was human and real. He was gruff and stern but could be caring and kind, but in his own way. This intrigued her, to no end. It was like discovering a treasure chest in your own back yard. “What would Harry and Ron think,” she asked herself. Snape wanted to sleep with her. To snag her, to fuck her a thousand different ways. She apparated home.
She lay across the couch, it was past midnight. “What a day she thought and drifted off to sleep, thinking about Snape.
Her fantasy came to her dreams again. She saw him before her, he grabbed her quickly and kissed her hard and pleading. He was parched for her like a man lost in a desert. Clothes we being removed. He was possessed and she loved every second of it. In her dream, she was wearing a white satin button down blouse (it was on the floor), a simple white lace bra her mother had bought her (he was undoing the last clasp), a pair of dress slacks (they were in the way), and plain flat shoes. She thought she was a ‘Plain Jane’ but he seemed to think her a sex goddess.
Soon enough she stood before him naked, her thighs already moist just from the undressing. He planted kisses all over her body. He seemed drawn to her breasts. She wasn’t sure she liked that. Her breasts always seemed in the way and a bother to her. But he kissed each and licked all around. He kissed under each nipple and held them as if measuring gold with his bear hands.
She looked at him and realized he was still dressed; she was not going to be meek and shy! She started with his outer robes. She slipped them off him and onto her naked body. She did a brief twirl and smelled the collar before she threw it down somewhere. He had a smell all his own. It wasn’t cologne but more like incense. Then the pleated black dress shirt was next. As she ripped off the buttons, she realized it was of the highest quality fabric. Then came his slacks. She could see the bulge already forming. She felt a little scared of it, but wanted to see it, to touch him, to make him shudder with her touch. He stepped out of the slack and let them pool on the floor. All was left on him was a pair of black silk boxers.
She lowered the thin material and his erection sprung free. “Oh shit he is huge,” she thought. His cock was about twelve inches but was thin and leaned to the right a little. She reached out to touch him…
****** BEEP ******
****** BEEP ******
****** BEEP ******
She shut off the damn alarm. She tried to go back to sleep. The dream eluded her for the rest of the morning. This saddened her in a way she wasn’t sure she wanted to be. Her body really wanted to take up Snape’s offer, but did her mind?
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Note to readers: I'm sorry but this is how I dreamed it. I didnt know what she chose. Only the alarm was mine and not hers.