The First Summer and Summer Series

Severus awoke the next morning with a god-awful headache. He hadn’t slept well. He got up and dressed, took a deep breath, then wandered tentatively down the hallway. He could hear someone moving in the kitchen. He pushed the door open to find Mrs. Granger rummaging in the refrigerator.

“Good morning!” she offered brightly.

He nodded, “Good morning. May I help you with anything?”

“Hermione tells me you’re very particular about your coffee. Perhaps you’d like to make the coffee for us this morning?” She nodded towards a press pot waiting ready on the counter. There was a sack of Severus’s favorite blend next to it and a kettle was boiling on the stove.

“Thank you. I will.” It felt good to be doing something, anything to take his mind off this absurd situation. Severus picked up the press pot and rinsed it carefully with boiling water before measuring out the coffee grounds in his precise fashion. He added the water and checked his watch to make sure it would brew the proper number of minutes before depressing the plunger. Mrs. Granger watched him with interest.

“Is it like brewing potions?” she asked.

“Similar,” he admitted. He looked at Mrs. Granger with a small smile. She was beautiful, like his Hermione. It felt good to have one of her parents non-combative.

“I hope you weren’t too offended by my husband,” she began.

Severus shrugged, “I understand his concerns. I was afraid Hermione was being a little over optimistic about this meeting.”

He depressed the plunger on the press pot with a slow practiced hand. Mrs. Granger produced cups.

“It would have been easier if we had known about you,” she admitted. “Hermione didn’t even let us know she had anyone serious in her life until two days ago. And then she didn’t tell us it was you. Even I was a bit taken a. Sh. She used to send us letters complaining about you all the time during her school years.”

“I didn’t know that,” Severus replied, looking uncomfortable. “Your daughter was never my favourite student. She was my most brilliant student of course, but she was... a bit of a show off. I often found her irritating.”

Mrs. Granger shrugged. “She has a very keen sense of justice.” Severus filled a cup for each of them. “She often felt you were unfair.”

“I was,” he admitted. “It did give her a sense of what real life is like, however.”

The kitchen door opened and Hermione wandered in. Her eyes were still bleary, she hadn’t brushed her hair and she wore an ancient tan woolen dressing gown.

“Do I smell coffee?” she asked.

Severus silently handed her a cup. She reached up and kissed him. “Mmm...thanks...love you,” she murmured.

Mrs. Granger smiled softly at them. “Why don’t you two go into the other room? I’ll finish getting the breakfast together.”

They sat side by side on the sofa, not touching and not talking, waiting nervously for Hermione’s father to emerge.

“Well? What did the two of you have planned for today?” Mr. Granger asked over breakfast. Relations were still strained this morning but not quite as explosive as the night before.

“I thought I’d take Severus around town and show him all of my haunts,” Hermione answered.

“Good idea!” her father boomed. “Fresh air and out of doors. Stay out all day! Good for you!”

“Your father and I are expected at the Gordon’s house for bridge this afternoon.” Mrs. Granger added. “Will the two of you be all right on your own?”

“Perfectly.” No wonder her father wanted her to stay away all day! The house was going to be empty. She hardly dared look at Severus. They hadn’t made love in over a month because of their school schedules. Her body was aching for him. It was going to be difficult waiting until this afternoon.

Hermione enjoyed taking Severus around her town. She introduced him to friends. They admired the Christmas decorations and walked in the park and along the river until Hermione’s feet were about frozen. Then they stopped in a muggle cafe to warm up and get some lunch.

She looked at her watch. “They must have left by now. Let’s go home.”

“Hermione, you’re not thinking what I think you’re thinking are you?” Severus asked.

“If you think I’m thinking about getting home and shagging you senseless then yes I am,” she grinned.

“But your father...”

“Is playing bridge with the Gordon’s. Come along!” she grabbed his hand and tugged.


Severus stood in the doorway to Hermione’s bedroom and surveyed it with amazement and dismay. It was all white and pink with organdy frills. There were dolls and teddy bears everywhere. It was a little girl’s room. He walked over to her bureau and looked at the photos she had displayed there. Pictures of his Hermione in various stages of early development assailed his eyes. He saw a few photos of her in her Hogwarts robes, getting ready to leave for school for the first time. These captured him.

It brought him right back to the day he first met her, as an eleven year old student. Her innocent eagerness to be called upon taking away from his scathing insults to Harry. How he had despised her at that moment! What would he have thought if he had known that years later he was going to fall in love with that irritating child and one day be staying in her parents house, dressed like a muggle, hoping to impress them? That little eleven year old girl in the photos was his own Hermione smiling back at him. And he found the resemblance more than a little disconcerting.

“Severus,” Hermione called out silkily.

He turned to find her lying naked on the bed. She held her arms out to him seductively. He took one look at her, at the teddy bear beside her, the white, pink and organdy. The thought of eleven year old Hermione in his potions class was still fresh in his mind. They were one and the same. This was a child. Mr. Granger’s ‘little girl’. She beckoned to him and parted her thighs. He felt ill.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, and he turned and fled.


Severus sat on the bed in the guest room, his head in his hands, trying to control the rising gorge that was filling his throat. He breathed deeply and steadily, trying to master his emotions.

“What’s wrong?” Hermione asked softly behind him. He felt her hand fall on his shoulder, turned his head and saw a sleeve. She had flung on a dressing gown., thank god!

“I can’t take you in there. It’s a little girl’s room. I took one look at you, lying naked on the bed and saw you in my first years potions class again. It made me feel sick.”

“Oh lovely,” Hermione commented in a sarcastic tone. “I make you feel sick!”

“I am not a child molester!” Severus snapped.

“And I am not a child!”

“You are in this house!” he retorted.

She stood silently.

“Hermione,” he sighed. Severus pulled her to him and wrapped his arms about her waist. He laid his head on her breast and felt her automatically bring her arms up to cradle him. “I’m not dealing with this well. I‘ve always felt uneasy about our age difference and now this situation with your father ... you know what he thinks I might have done to you in school. And I wouldn‘t have, couldn‘t have.” He paused a brief moment. “I have strong feelings about sexual predators.”

She tipped up his chin, bent her mouth to his and kissed him gently, no tongues, no urgency, just love. She felt him relax. She climbed up behind him on the bed and spent some time massaging his shoulders and neck. The tension knots began to lessen. Finally she crawled back over to sit beside him.

“Look,” she whispered.

He did.

“I’m not a little girl. I’m a woman.”

Shenedened her dressing gown and exposed her breasts. Her nipples were soft and rosy pink. Severus stretched out a finger and touch one of the small pink buds. It swelled and contracted under his touch. He ran his fingers fully and softly over the white globes, causing Hermione to suck in her breath.

“Yes,” she breathed, “Touch me please. Everywhere!” she tugged open the rest of the dressing gown then guided his fingers into the soft down between her legs. After over a month of celibacy she was aching for his touch and gasped deeply as she felt his index finger gently insert itself between her folds and stroke at her heat. She grew wet and slick as he fondled her.

Her own hand slid deliciously down the front of his shirt unbuttoning as she went. The hand continued past his belt buckle and down to his crotch. She ran her fingers over the soft mound in his trousers. It seemed to stay soft. Hermione unbuckled his belt and slid down his zip. Severus lifted up and tugged the trousers and boxers off, exposing himself to her view.

His organ was soft and limp. That was not what she had expected. She felt Severus swallow and could feel tension emanating from him again. She took his flaccid manhood between her fingers and began gently manipulating him.

“Relax,” she whispered. “I’m going to make you very happy in a moment.”

She felt him breathe deeply and knew he was trying to do as she suggested. His penis remained unresponsive.

Becoming slightly exasperated, Hermione slipped down to her knees, bent her head to him and took him into her mouth. She tried every trick she knew without result.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured finally, pushing her head away.

“Just let me...”

“No,” he interrupted, “Come let me hold you.”

Reluctantly, Hermione climbed back up beside him. They lay side by side for a moment, not speaking.

“It worked two days ago,” Severus finally muttered.

“What do you mean?” Hermione asked.

“I got intimate with a bar of soap in the shower,” Severus admitted, looking slightly embarrassed. “It worked then.”

“Maybe you overdid it.”

1. “I didn’t spend the whole day wanking!” he snapped, “Even if I had it should still be working now!” then he sighed and whispered humbly, “I’m sorry, Hermione.”

She couldn’t bear the tone in his voice. “It’s okay. I was just pushing you too fast after you had been upset. It happens to every man at some point.”

“But it’s never happened to me before.”

“Just cuddle me,” she murmured.

They snuggled up together on the bed. After a while Severus allowed his hand to dip into her again, stroking and caressing until she moaned softly and shuddered, then lay still.

“Thank you.” Hermione sighed happily. “Do you want me to try again for you?”

“No.”

They were both dressed and presentable by the time the Grangers got back from their bridge. At Severus’s suggestion, they had cooked dinner for her parents. Or at least, he cooked and she assisted. She still was learning.

Mr. Granger was pleased. “Spent a busy afternoon while we were away did you?” he commented as he tried to calculate how long the dinner preparation had taken. It was clear they couldn’t have spent too much time doing other things he dared not think of.

“Yes, rather busy,” Severus commented.

Hermione said nothing.

Later that night, Severus had just fallen asleep when he felt a movement on the bed. He sat up suddenly and felt Hermione’s hand go over his mouth.

“Shhh! It’s me,” she hissed.

“What are doing?” he whispered back, “Your father will hear us.”

“No he won’t! Not if you’re quiet.”

She slid under the blankets with him, her body warm and soft and smelling sweet.

“My goddess,” he breathed. Severus snuggled into her and nuzzled her ear, nipping gently at the lobe. He felt a stirring in his groin. He chuckled darkly.

“What?” she hissed.

He guided her hand to his swelling glory.

“Mmmm!” she purred. She kissed him, slowly at first, then with more passion, building up to almost a frenzy. She kept her hand caressing him, afraid to let him go in case things disappeared. She didn’t want him to suffer another failure. Severus tugged at Hermione’s silk nightdress, trying to get it up high enough to access her body.

With much difficulty he pulled the cloth up and knelt between her thighs.

“Hurry!” she whispered. “I want you!”

He leaned forward, aiming true and pushed into her with short sharp thrusts that made the bed creak alarmingly.

“Hell!” he groaned, “Damn bed ’s going to wake up the whole house!” He tried pushing forward without making any noise, easing slowly into her depths. Both of them were gasping with desire, wanting to let loose and make love passionately without restraint.

For a while, Severus moved as slowly and quietly as possible. He strained to listen, paranoid that Mr. Granger was going to come bursting in at any moment. He pulled the blankets well up over their bodies, hiding the sight of their coupling just in case. Not that it would leave any doubt in an angry father‘s mind what was happening under the blankets if he were to burst in. It just made Severus feel less exposed.

The excitement was building now. Their bodies were one, sharing sensations, teasingly close to orgasm, trying to stifle sighs and moans. He became a little reckless, unable to control the urges that screamed for satisfaction. The bed began squeaking rhythmically.

“Severus, stop! It’s too loud!” Hermione hissed. There was a noise in the hallway and they heard the heavy footsteps of Hermione’s father walking toward the room.

“Damn!” he speedily pulled out of her. “Disapparate! Now!”

“No, wait.” Hermione said. They lay still, breathing heavily, listening. The footsteps stopped and listened outside the bedroom door only briefly before continuing up the hall to the bathroom.

Severus collapsed backwards and sighed in relief.

“False alarm!” Hermione whispered, “Come on!”

“Hermione are you mad? I am not going to try and make love to you in this house again!” he hissed. “Besides, I’ve gone limp and I imagine it’s going to stay that way until we get back to our world.”

Hermione sighed, kissed Severus and disapparated back to her own room.