Yuleride

Chapter 11 ~ Closer Still

Snape captured Hermione’s lower lip and suckled it for a moment, then the upper lip before covering her mouth with his own, teasing a response from her.

Hermione, plied by the wine, the conversation, the dancing and Snape’s seductive words couldn’t help giving herself over to his kiss, sweetness flowing over her as that cruel mouth lost its cruelness, replaced by something irresistible.

Hermione began to tremble against the dark wizard, who tightened his hold on her quivering body and deepened the kiss, his tongue probing gently, sliding around her own, not demanding, but seeking. He tasted like wine and was just as intoxicating. Hermione let out a little noise and Snape pulled back from her mouth.

”You’re trembling like a virgin,” he said softly, “put your arms around me. Yes. Just like that, Hermione.”

Snape returned to kissing Hermione, who had wrapped her arms lightly around the wizard’s waist. He felt wrong under his robes, too lean, although his body was harder than Ron’s, as if every muscle was compacted, wrapped too tightly around his slender frame. But the sense of physical wrongness was superseded by the rightness of his kiss and his embrace, which was firm but not crushing.

He was so different from Ron. He made her . . . made her want his kisses. But there was something a bit odd about how he was standing. At first they had been in full contact, but now he held his hips away from her. It was a little maddening and she attempted to move closer, but he shifted away, still kissing her. Hermione’s arms tightened as she openly tried to increase contact. Snape pulled back from her mouth, his black eyes glinting, and one corner of his mouth twitching slightly.

Suddenly the wizard swept a startled Hermione up into his arms easily and carried her back to the couch, dropping her on it rather roughly.

”Hey!” Hermione said to him indignantly.

Snape smirked slightly.

”Is for . . . horses,” he purred, “or some Muggle creature.”

Then his eyes became rather predatory as he suddenly dropped to the couch on top of Hermione, lying on top of her but low enough that his hips were not in contact with hers. He was heavier than she thought he’d be, but not as heavy as Ron.

”What are you doing?” she gasped up at him. His black hair swung around his face, framing her face as well.

”I believe we’ve already established that, witch,” he said softly. “You.”

He began to kiss Hermione again, his lips hungrier this time, possessive and slightly demanding. But he didn’t bruise her lips or force her mouth as Ron did. He waited for her to respond, to open to him, to offer freely what he was seeking. Once again, Hermione felt sweetness flowing over her body, a small achy sweetness that spread from her middle. She remembered this feeling. She used to get it for Ron in the early days. But that seemed so long ago. She began to tremble again and Snape’s lips slid from her mouth to her throat, one pale hand gently moving her hair aside to access her flesh, suckling and kissing it gently, Hermione letting out sighs of pleasure as his mouth moved over her neck and jaw line.

Snape let out a small sound of his own and stopped kissing Hermione, looking down at her, her brown eyes closed and her pursing lips asking for more contact. She looked delectable.

”Hermione, do you like oral sex?” Snape asked her silkily.

Hermione’s eyes flew open and she looked slightly disappointed. Snape wanted her to blow him. She thought he was different . . . but he wasn’t. Wizards all wanted one thing.

Snape noticed the change in the witch underneath him. She was still fully clothed.

”Well, I’ve done it before . . .” she said softly, “I suppose I could . . .”

Snape shook his head.

”No. Not me. I mean you. Do you like having a wizard please you with his mouth?” he asked her, licking his lips slightly.

Hermione’s eyes rounded.

“You do that?” she asked, sounding so amazed that Snape’s brow furrowed for a moment.

”I can,” he replied, “and will with gusto if you allow it.”

Hermione swallowed.

”Ron doesn’t like to do that. He enjoys having it done but he won’t . . .” she began then stopped because the look on Snape’s face was terrible.

When he spoke it was through gritted teeth.

”You mean to tell me that he is not . . . reciprocal? That you perform for his pleasure but he doesn’t for yours?” Snape hissed, staring down at Hermione, his eyes hard.

”I rarely do it,” she said, “not that often at all really.”

Snape shook his head, then slid off of Hermione, standing up and motioning for her to join him.

”Lift your arms, witch,” he said, still looking angry as he caught hold of the bottom of her sweater. “It’s time to get down to business.”

Shaking slightly, Hermione raised her arms and Snape neatly pulled her sweater over her head. She didn’t show any hesitation.

Snape’s eyes rested on her full breasts cupped in a plain white cotton bra. His mouth twitched as he met her eyes.

”You’re lovely,” he said to Hermione, his voice a bit raw as he reached around her back, Hermione closing her eyes as she felt him release the catch. She felt him catch hold of the straps and gently draw them down her arms and away.

She stood there, waiting for the inevitable grope, her eyes closed.

Nothing happened. Slowly she opened her eyes to find Snape staring at her face, not her breasts. He shook his head slowly.

”You tense up so easily, Hermione. It’s as if you are waiting for the worst to happen. Sex shouldn’t be that way,” he said to her, smoothing her cheek. His hand was large, warm and slightly calloused. His touch felt good.

“Weasley is an idiot!” Snape suddenly snarled, making Hermione jump. “He was never a bright student. Never one to attempt to learn a thing on his own. I hate how you respond to me because of his ineptitude. Did he show you no consideration at all? I know you were waiting for me to fondle you, to grope you, to man-handle your breasts, Hermione. Your brow was furrowed, your lower lip caught between your teeth, grimacing as you waited to be mauled. Gods, I could blast Weasley into yesterday!”

Hermione stared at the furious wizard who was looking at her as if he wanted to hex her too.

”I’m . . . I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you. I’m trying to do what you want,” she said in a small voice.

If Hermione thought this was going to help, she was sadly mistaken. Snape’s face contorted even worse.

“It’s not your fault!” he thundered at her. “It’s not your fault that Weasley with his selfish . . . idiotic . . . dunderheaded . . . asinine . . .

Shaking with anger, Snape made a supreme effort to get himself under control. Hermione, bare-breasted and frightened, stared at him with wide eyes. The professor was certainly volatile.

Snape finally managed to calm himself. He looked at Hermione, then said, “I’m sorry, Hermione. I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

Hermione could have fallen over. Severus Snape apologizing? The foundations of Hogwarts were about to crumble and the entire castle crash down around them.

Snape knelt and pulled off Hermione’s trainers and socks, then stood up and began to gently work at the fastening of her jeans as he continued to speak to her.

”I am angry at the way you’ve been mistreated. I realize it was not purposely done by your . . . lover,” he said with obvious disdain at having to address Ron by this title when it was clear he was no lover, but a selfish prat. He pulled down the zipper to Hermione’s jeans, parting them. “You were both young when you became involved . . . young and without experience.”

The wizard knelt again, slowly drawing Hermione’s jeans down over her hips and thighs. She rested her hand on one of his shoulders and stepped out of them, standing before the wizard in only her white cotton knickers. Snape could see the dark patch of hair at the apex of her thighs and his eyes glittered for a moment, then slowly rose, taking in her curves, her large breasts, smooth shoulders and riot of brown hair falling over her shoulders. Hermione didn’t wear make-up and as far as Snape was concerned, she didn’t need to wear it.

Hermione fought the urge to cover herself with her hands as the wizard looked at her, his large nostrils pulsating slightly. Hermione had the impression he was actually scenting her as if he were some male animal in search of a willing mate.

“Weasley doesn’t know what he has in you. He doesn’t know what to do with you. And I don’t mean just sexually, Hermione. I mean, emotionally and mentally as well. He’s not suitable for a witch of your caliber, of your potential. Sometimes, Hermione, a wizard being sweet and kind and funny is just not enough,” Snape said softly. “I am none of those things, witch, but I know what to do with you.”

Snape gently pulled Hermione against him, his pale hands smoothing over her back, fingers tapping at her spine, caressing the witch almost reverently as his mouth met hers again. This time he allowed Hermione to press against him fully. The moment she did, she tensed and jerked her head back, staring up at him.

”What . . . what is that?” she gasped, already knowing the answer.

“Some parts of me are thinner than others,” he replied, pressing his huge erection into Hermione a bit harder.

”Oh my gods,” she breathed, buckling against him as if she were going to faint.

”I’m no Ronald Weasley in any way, shape or form,” the wizard crooned, catching her and kissing her deeply before helping the dazed witch to the couch. He lay Hermione down on her back, carefully fanning out her hair. He straightened and looked down on the witch, drinking in her body as it lay stretched out before him like a smorgasbord ready to be devoured. He planned to taste every part of her.

”And believe me, Hermione Granger, I am not going to make the same mistakes with you that he has,” he breathed, starting on his robes fasteners.

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A/N: I know. Another short chapter. But it’s on now. Lemons are definitely in the next chapter. I’m just feeling a bit overtired and need to think a bit how to approach this. But I’m still having fun with it. Thanks for reading.