Halloween Mix-Up

Halloween Mix-Up

by: Tassana Burrfoot







Chapter Eleven: Emerald Sheets







Severus quietly led Hermione to his private chambers. Somewhere in the deep recesses of his mind, he knew what he was doing was wrong. He was a teacher, she was his student. He had known her since she was eleven-years-old, had taught her since then. He had watched her grow into the woman he knew she was today.



But, she was a woman now. No longer the child he had once known. Her figure was intoxicating. She was beautiful. He longed to feel her body pressed against his.



He knew he was doing something wrong. He could feel it. But, at that moment, he didn\'t really care. All he cared about was how quickly he could get her knickers off. He\'d worry over the rest later.



Severus had always been a rather patient man, for the most part. His job as spy for Dumbledore left him with little choice. Especially now that the Dark Lord had returned. He had to be patient. But, not tonight.



They entered his private chambers. The moment she shut the door behind her, he grabbed her and pulled her into a passionate kiss. He could still taste the remnants of the chardonnay she had drank during dinner. It tasted so sweet on her lips.



He pushed her up against the door and grated his pelvis against her stomach. She moaned against his lips and he knew she felt his desire perfectly.



Yes. He didn\'t care if what he was doing was ethically wrong. All he cared about was getting as close to her as he could.



He let his hands roam over her body, caressing her breasts and grabbing her arse. She gave a surprised gasp, but he ignored it. He needed to feel her and she was wearing an easily accessible dress.



He grabbed the skirt of the dress and began pulling it up to her waist, adjusting himself do so his covered arousal was pressing against her covered core. He groaned at the feel. He needed to be closer. Too many clothes.



As he began unbuttoning the dress from the back, she threw her head back, breaking the kiss. "Professor," she cried out.



That made him stop. A single, solitary word and he could feel the shame wanting to seep through into his pores. He stepped back and released her. He growled in frustration as he turned his back to her and stepped further into the room.



They were both breathing heavy as Hermione looked at him curiously. She took a hesitant step forward, unsure what was going on. She knew what had been about to happen and it had frightened her.



Since the day she had met him, Professor Snape had always been just that. Her teacher. Sure she had had a crush on him her third year, but it hadn\'t been anything more than a simple crush. And she didn\'t even know how to explain it. And now they were about to do something which would surpass their student/teacher relationship. She was terrified.



She took their moment of silence to glance about the chambers. It was an odd sort of nook within the dungeons. Impersonal and cold, the room showed very little of the man she knew as her professor. There were a few books sitting on an end table between two large, overstuffed jade armchairs in front of the fireplace. There were no pictures, no paintings.



In the far corner, she could see his large, four-poster bed. It had sheer, silver drapes falling in waves around the top and was covered with emerald sheets. It had to be a king-sized bed. She wondered why he afforded himself such a luxury when the rest of his room lacked... character. An olive oval shag rug lay next to the bed.



The walls and floor were made of stone. There was no windows. Faint light poured from various candles situated throughout the room, on the end table, and on the night stand next to the bed. She looked up and noticed the large, candlelight chandelier and knew that was where the rest of the light came from.



The wood on the furniture was dark, almost black in colour. This, she thought, reflected his personality moreso than the green and silver fabrics. Cold, dark, foreboding. That was her professor.



"Perhaps you should leave?" he said finally, after a few moments.



She looked at him curiously. It had been a suggestion, not a command, but she was confused by it. "Do you want me to leave, Professor?" she questioned.



Severus winced when he heard that title again. "No," he answered, closing his eyes.



He couldn\'t ask her to leave. He didn\'t want her to go. He wanted to be with her. To touch her, to feel her, to take her. But, his conscience told him it was wrong. He knew it was wrong. She was his student. She was the snotty, know-it-all who had annoyed him for the greater part of the past six years. Between her and her famous best friend, they had been the banes of his existence.



And yet, it was her mind that intrigued him. She was so smart, so intelligent. Sure, she was able to memorize a book as though she was a store of information. But, she was also able to bestow that information and even add her own conclusions. She understood things easily and effectively.



He knew that if he looked at her, he would lose himself. So, when he opened his eyes, he was careful to keep his back to her. He pointed his wand at the fireplace and started a roaring, warm fire.



"I need you," he said, as he looked into the flames. He couldn\'t help himself. "Not being with you is driving me mad."



"It\'s the spell," she answered.



He snarled as he pivoted on his heel and glared at her. "I know it\'s the bloody spell!" he growled, forcefully. "That doesn\'t change things. I still need you."



She gasped at the look on his face. She had never seen lust so openly displayed before. So strong. "I didn\'t mean..."



"I know what you meant," he told her, his voice softening. He found he couldn\'t stay angry with her. Not when she looked so vulnerable, so innocent. "It\'s just..."



He turned and stared back into the fire. Severus had never been one to be at a loss for words, but now he just couldn\'t find any. What was he to say?



What she said was true. His sudden feelings for her was the spell. At least, that\'s what he told himself. "I hate seeing you with Malfoy," he informed her.



This caught her by surprise. She had always thought the professor and the Slytherin student were close. She wasn\'t sure how to react to this information, nor how to question it. So, she simply said, "That might be the spell as well."



He rolled his eyes and cast her a sidelong glance. "You rely a lot on what is the spell and what is not," he observed. "In fact, since you learned of this spell, it is my understanding that you believe everything is the effect of the spell."



She tilted her head in confused. "Isn\'t it?"



He finally turned to face her. He knew this was the point of no return. He walked towards her and delighted in the fact that she did not step away. Whether she wanted this or not, she was not inclined to fight him. She would willing give him what he wanted.



He slipped a hand around her waist and pulled her close. "Perhaps," he answered in a soft, husky voice. He dipped his head and brushed his lips lightly over her earlobe. He allowed his breath to gently caress the tender flesh as he whispered, "Just remember that not all feelings are controlled by the gods. Some things truly are... real."



He did not let her argue with him any longer as he pressed his lips onto the curve of her neck. He fought the urge to take her right then and there. Instead, he wrapped his arms around her waist and gently lifted her off the ground. He felt her legs wrap around his waist as he walked her to the bed and allowed them both to fall upon it, catching her lips with his as he did so.



He began to lightly grind against her as he explored the inside of her mouth with his tongue. She was so delicious, so delectable. He pulled her onto her side so he could unbutton her dress, continuing where he had left off. He allowed her lips to leave his as she began kissing his chin and then his neck.



He groaned at the feel as he pushed the dress off her shoulders. They sat up briefly and broke contact long enough for her to pull the dress over her head and toss it onto the floor. His eyes roamed over her mostly naked body, surprised to see her green undergarments. "Did you dress that way for me?" he inquired, careful not to smile.



He didn\'t have to smile. She did it for him. "Of course, Professor. I wanted to make sure I was pleasing to the eye," she replied.



He shuddered. "First, at this point, you could have worn the most disgusting pair of knickers you own and it wouldn\'t have mattered to me. I\'d still have an erection. Second, when we are at this stage, I must ask that you do not call me \'Professor.\' I\'m having a hard enough time forgetting that you are, in fact, my student. You may call me Severus, or even Snape. Just... don\'t use that term of authority."





She nodded. "Yes... Severus. And you can call me Hermione. I prefer that to Granger, and definitely to Miss Granger," she told him.



He agreed to the terms and pulled her back into a kiss. He made quick work of his own clothes and tossed them carelessly onto the floor. Though he liked the green garments, they were in his way, so he discarded them as well. He touched her and kissed her and, finally, forgot exactly who she was. At this point, she was a woman and he was a man. And he needed her.



Hermione gasped when she reached down and touched his member for the first time. She pushed him back a bit and looked at it with wide eyes. He was much larger than Draco had been. There was no way he\'d fit.



He watched her expression with amusement. It had been a long time since a woman had looked at him in that way. "Have you ever been with a man, Mi.. Hermione?" he had to ask, though he figured he already knew the answer.



She nodded. "I was with Draco, but..."



"I said a man," he pointed out. "Not a boy. Draco still has much maturing and... growing to do."



She glanced up at his dark eyes and then back to his manhood. She briefly wondered just how much "growing" Draco had left. For, if this was what a man looked like...



"Would you like to touch it?" he asked, carefully gaging her reaction to his suggestion.



She slowly nodded and he smiled. She reached a shy hand out and let her fingertips brush over the head of his penis. He closed his eyes and sighed at the feel. It had been far too long for him.



She glanced up at his face and was surprised at the expression she saw. He liked her touch. Feeling a bit more confident, she let her fingers run along the shaft, keeping a constant eye on his face to see what he liked and what he didn\'t like. When her fingers closed around the shaft and gave a light squeeze, his eyes flew open.



They stared at one another for a long moment before he placed his hand over hers and gently pried her fingers from his cock. He threaded his own fingers with hers and pulled her over on top of him. He released her hand, reveling in the feel of those same fingers going into his hair as he pulled her closer to him, kissing her.



He gently rolled them over so he was on top. He preferred being on top the first time. He teased her pussy for a few moments, rubbing the head of his cock over her clit. When she moaned, he let his penis press into her wet warmth.



As he entered her, he groaned at how tight she was. Yes. It had definitely been too long for him. Once he filled her, he stayed there for a moment, giving her time to adjust to his size. He knew Draco was smaller than him, though not by much. And if Draco had been her first, then she needed time to adjust to someone larger.



He continued to kiss her as he began to move inside her. He started slowly, building momentum as he pushed harder to reach the climax they both wanted. Their kiss broke as they started panting, and she threw her head back, arching herself into him. She met his rhythm as he picked up the pace, their desires growing even more.



He felt her explosion as she hollered it out, calling out his name. His name on her lips, full of passion and desire, caused him to explode as well. He emptied his load into her as they both began to descend back to Earth.



He collapsed on top of her and for a long moment they just laid there, catching their breath. Finally, he pulled out of her and rolled off of her. They said nothing for a long moments.



Then, in a voice soft and exhausted, she whispered, "That was incredible."



He glanced at her, a soft smile playing on his lips. Fifteen years. It had been fifteen years since he had been with a woman. Apparently, he hadn\'t lost his touch.



He knew he would regret it in the morning. But, for now, he found he didn\'t care. He reached over and pulled her into an embrace. As he drifted off to sleep, he heard her purr against his chest.



She looked up at his calm face and smiled. She reached around her and pulled the sheets over them. As she tangled her fingers into his soft, black chest hairs, she purred. She fell asleep among strong arms and emerald sheets.