Hermione\'s Revenge

Chapter 16

Albus looked at his Potions Master and d nod not to laugh, knowing Hermione had something to do with the new wards. “Severus, I am glad that you are alone.”

“Yes sir, come in,” said Severus who was walking to sit behind his desk. “Have a seat Albus.”

Severus heard a muffled ‘Accio Snape!’ and his body was pulled closer to his desk. Panic struck him as he felt hands unfastening his pants. ‘Oh gods,’ he thought, knowing full well Hermione was under the desk and what she was about to do.

“It has come to my atton ton that you and Miss Granger are progressing nicely in your relationship,” he smiled.

Severus could only nod as sweat formed on his brow. With his pants unzipped, releasing his erection, she began playing with him, stroking and licking him.

“I think it is wonderful that you two have found each other. Hermione is such a clever witch and just think, the last time we had a student that showed this much talent was when you attended Hogwarts, Severus. Yes indeed . . .” Albus continued to babble on as Hermione continued to suck and stroke him. Severus tried to stop her, but she just slapped his hands away. He tried with all of his power and self-restraint to listen to Albus, but it was impossible. He leaned further on his desk to support himself as he came. He closed his eyes because he did not want to look at Albus during his release. Hermione quietly licked him clean and tucked him back into his pants and stayed where she was.

“ . . . So you understand what I am saying Severus? Severus?”

“Yes sir,” his groaned.

“Good, the discretion of your relationship with Hermione is very important if we expect to maintain the respect of the students and the community. I will see you at dinner then Severus. Oh and you might want to visit Poppy. Even though it is quite cold in here, you seem to be sweating.” Albus left and Severus raised his wand and locked the door.

Dropping to his knees, he eyed her. “Well, you look proud of your actions,” he said in a silky voice.

“Yes sir,” she groaned, imitating him.

“Hermione,” he held out a hand and helped her out from under the desk, “As much as I enjoyed that, I would rather not have to do that in front of the Headmaster.”

“Oh and it was okay for you to do it to me in the Great Hall with a grape?” she smirked.

“If I remember correctly, you left the Great Hall.”

“You could have left at any time too. I dropped the Accio once I had you in my hands,” she smirked.

“Hermione, you don’t play fair.”

“I learned from the best.”

~*~*~*~*~*~

Late one night, an owl carrying a package landed in front of Hermione while she was at the library studying.

“Hello there,” she said while untying the package. “I am sorry, but I do not have a snack for you.” The owl hooted and left. She looked at the box and unwrapped it, revealing a chocolate cake. There was a small note attached.

Etalocohc yb Msagro

Enjoy my dear!


“Hi Hermione!” said Ginny, “Ooh, what is that?”

“Chocolate cake, would you like a piece?”

“Sure! You know me, I’m always ready for chocolate,” squeaked Ginny. Hermione conjured up a knife, forks and plates. Parvati and a few other Gryffindor girls came by and Hermione gave them each a slice. They were all enjoying their cake when suddenly the room began to get quite warm. They started to take off their robes when Madame Pince came by.

“Are you girls okay?” she asked, eyeing the chocolate cake.

Hermione answered, “Yes Madame Pince. Would you like a piece of cake?”

“I would love a piece of cake,” she answered. Hermione gave her a piece, which she took back to her desk. At that time, Severus came walking into the library, surprised to find it full when it was well past curfew.

“Why are there so many Gryffindors in here this late?” he asked.

“One of the Gryffindor boys set off a dung bomb in the girls dormitory, so they are here while it airs out,” answered Madame Pince.

He looked down at her plate and saw her put the last of the chocolate cake into her mouth. Terror took over his face. “What are you eating?”

“Ooh, some of the most delicious chocolate cake I have ever eaten. Miss Granger gave me a piece,” she moaned.

“Oh fuck!” he growled as his eyes scanned the library for Hermione. She noticed him and gave him a small smile.

“Look everyone! There’s my Sexy Slytherin!” yelled Ginny. All the girls turned and looked.

“Oh no! He’s not yours! He’s mine!” squealed another Gryffindor.

“Nobody touches him or they die!” threatened Madam Pince, “He is mine, right Severus!”

Severus had sent Hermione a passion cake called, Etalocohc yb Msagro, spelled backwards it said, Orgasm by Chocolate. The giver of the cake becomes the object of desire for the person who eats the cake. Since a dozen Gryffindors, including Madame Pince, just ate the cake, all of them were now lusting after him while approaching him. He was backing up toward the door. His mind was working like a Rolodex flipping through the different spells and charms, trying to think of some way to counter act the curse of the cake, but he couldn’t think. So, he did the next best thing, he ran.

Her ran down the hall with his robes billowing behind him, knowing that if any of the girls caught him, he would be so screwed, literal His His intentions were for Hermione to eat the cake and then seek him out for another night of passion, but he did not anticipate the dung bomb.

Hermione didn’t eat the cake. About fifteen minutes later, he circled back by the library and was surprised to see Hermione standing there. He slowed down to speak with her.

“You didn’t eat the cake did you?” he asked.

“I am more of a skeptic, so I thought it better to see for myself what the results would be,” she smiled. They both heard screaming coming from around the corner and he took off again. Hermione was laughing as she watched the girls run by. She knew about the Etalocohc yb Msagro from her 404 Ways to Seduce Your Wizard and she knew the curse on the cake only lasted about an hour. Fifteen minutes later, she heard screaming outside the window. Looking out, she saw Severus about twenty yards in front of the girls, circling the grounds of Hogwarts. Madame Pince was in the lead. Hermione almost laughed herself to death as she watched them chasing him.


~*~*~*~*~

The next day, Severus was moving a little slower than before because his muscles ached from all the running he had done. It was one thing to storm the halls, but to sprint for a full hour made him sore. He tediously sat down at the High Table and glared at the Gryffindor girls who were blushing profusely. They could not believe they were lustfully chasing Professor Snape for an hour last night. Madame Pince was sitting in her regular place next to him and actually showed up for breakfast even though she was very embarrassed by her actions.

Hermione smiled and approached Severus after she had finished eating. “My Professor Snape, you are moving a little slower than normal,” she winked. “It must be your old age.” He glared at her.

Minervia was evedropping, “Aw, but with old age comes an experienced man,” she winked at Hermione. Severus, who had just taken a drink sprayed his pumpkin juice all over his plate. “Now Severus, drooling doesn’t begin until you’re nearly 200 years old.”

“What the hell are you talking about Minverva,” he hissed at her.

“It’s obvious you two are in love. I had that same look when I fell in love with Albus, so I speak from experience,” she smiled. Hermione gave her a big smile as Severus continued to glare at her.

“I believe you could use a massage to help those tired, aching muscles,” said Minerva before she excused herself.

Later that night, Hermione knocked on his doors and entered.

“Hello Love,” she said, kissing him. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m sore,” he sighed. She took his hand and led him to the bed. Raising her wand, she charmed all of his clothes off except for his boxers.

“Just relax and I will make it all better,” she told him as guided him to lie down on his stomach. She carefully mass his his legs with special oil she had picked up from Poppy. After an hour of intense rubbing and massaging on both sides of his body, she laid down next to him and sighed.

“What’s wrong Hermione?”

“Finals are getting closer and I am afraid that I am going to have to spend my time studying instead of spending it with you.”

“You know your education is priority. I will be here when you are finished.”

“I love you,” she said, holding him.

“Hermione, I love you,” he answered.

~*~*~*~*~

Hermione had spent all of her time studying in the library or in her room. She only saw Severus during class or in the Great Hall. ‘Gods I miss him,’ she told herself, wanting to feel him again. She had so much studying to do, but she did have a plan.

“Harry, I need your help,” she told him in the hall.

“Anything Hermione. You know that,” he said. She whispered what she needed him to do. “I don’t think so!”

“Please,” she begged, “Or I will tell you what I did to him with the books I bought.”

“Okay! Okay!” he cried, covering his ears, “I’ll do it!”

Hermione walked in front of Severus as he walked out of the Great Hall. Harry pointed his wand at her and muttered a charm and then yelled, “HERMIONE! YOUR ROBES ARE ON FIRE!”

Severus, seeing the flames, threw his body on hers and began to pat them out. She conviniently turned her body so she was facing him. He saw her smile and realized what she had done, so he gave her an extra pat here and there.

Standing up, he helped her to her feet as several students had gathered around to observe the Head Girl on fire.

“I believe the flames are out Miss Granger,” he said in a deep silk voice, “If you continue to play with fire, you will get burned.” He leaned closer to her and whispered, “Or bitten.” She blushed and went on her way with Harry following.

During her Potion’s final, she waited until everyone had left before walking down the stairs toward his desk to turn in her exam. She tripped on the last stair and stumbled into his open arms that were trying to catch her, but instead caught her by her breast. Her lips landed on his and they melted into each other, turning it into a deep, longing kiss.

“How convinient for you to trip Hermione,” he sneered.

“It was an accident Severus,” she blushed. They both heard giggling and turned to find Harry and Ron smiling with a wand drawn.

“We arent’ discussing it!” said Ron.

“It just happened!” said Harry.

~*~*~*~*

Severus wanted to capture every memory that had occurred this school year between him and Hermione, but because he was unconscious while she was brewing the potion which removed his pain, he asked her to put her memories into a pensieve. Between their talks, brewing potions, and sexually teasing each other, she managed to finish the pensieve.

She had it delivered to him on Friday evening, the night of the Leaving Fea All All students were at the Leaving Feast Dance including Hermione who really did not want to be there, but she promised Harry, Ron, and Neville a dance.

Severus had just seen the memories from the pensieve and stormed out of his dungeons to the Great Hall. Bursting the doors open, he located Hermione dancing with Harry. He was breathless, watching her as Harry spun her around. Her long pink robes swirled around her, but remained closed.

He walked up to her and hissed, “We need to talk.”

“I am dancing with Harry. You will have to wait for your turn,” she smiled. Severus gave Harry one of his death glares.

“I need to get some punch Hermione. See you later,” Harry scampered off. Severus grabbed her by the hand and dragged her out of Hogwarts to the edge of the grounds.

“Where are we going Severus?” she asked, not having seen him this serious in a long time.

“You’ll see.” Standing on the edge, he wrapped his hands around her and apparated to Diagon Alley. He led her to a small hotel, rented a room and apparated directly to it.

Once there, she looked around and saw a huge, king-size bed in the middle of the room, draped in a deep violet comforter. The rest of the room was lit with candles of different shapes and sizes. There was a tray of fruit and chocolate along with wine. He grabbed her by the hand and spun her around to face him.

“I just saw the pensieve Hermione,” his voice was very gentle. “I had no idea until now that you had to take care of me while brewing the potion. I was under the impression that you only brewed the potion nothing else. Now I realized that you actually took care of me. I saw you sitting by my side, talking to me, trying to give me the will to live.”

He claimed her mouth kissing her deep and hard, entering his tongue into her mouth. Hermione opened for him, letting him explore, tasting him.

Pulling back, he said, “Hermione, I had no idea what you had to do to help me. I had always thought that you just massaged my arms and brewed a potion, but you did more than that. You unselfishly took care of me. You didn’t have to, but you did. Why?”

“You needed help Severus. I had to help you. Look at what you did for twenty years of your life. You sacrificed everything! All I did was rub some salve on your body.”

“You also stabilized the potion that saved my life. Looking at your pensieve made me see the whole picture.”

“Severus, what are you saying?”

“I just can’t fathom the idea of someone willing to help me. I love you even more than I did before Hermione. I love you more than anything on this earth and I need to know if you feel the same way about me?”

“Of course I do,” her voice was on the verge of tears.

He pulled a small black velvet box from his robes. Opening it, he showed her a gold, love knot ring, dropped to one knee and placed it on her finger. “This ring emulates two souls bound by everlasting love and affection. Hermione Anneliese Granger, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

“Yes,” she whispered, grabbing him and kissing him so hard they both fell over, onto the floor. Pushing herself up, she sat on top of him. “I believe that is the first time I have heard my middle name without getting angry.”

He was curious. “What does Anneliese mean?”

She rolled her eyes, “It’s Greek and it means consecrated and gracious.”

“Why do you hate it?”

“Because it was the name of the waitress that served my mum and dad their drinks at a pub and at the same night that I was conceived.” He gave her a big smile, pulling her back down to kiss him.

“Severus,” she asked in between kisses, “What is your middle name?”

He stood up with her in his arms and carried her to the bed. “Why do you want to know?”

“Because you won’t tell me.”

“Donovan,” he said, trying to undo her robes.

“Donovan? Severus Donovan Snape?”

“Yes,” he was still trying to unfasten her robes.

“What does Donovan mean?”

“It’s Celtic, meaning dark warrior.”

“Ooooh,” she purred, “That sounds so delicious!”

“Well, if I can’t get these damned robes off, we will never know just how delicious it could be!” he hissed.

“Oh, sorry,” she said, drawing her wand and waving it. “I wore a special outfit for you and I did not want anyone to see it except for you.” He finally unfastened her clasp and opened her robes, revealing her flawless, naked body.

“Oh gods Hermione,” he smiled wickedly.

“Do you like it?” she teased.

“I love it.”

“I want you naked too.”

“Yes my lady.” He waved his wand and his clothes flew off of his body, landing on the floor. He lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her. This kiss was unmistakable in the love they felt for each other. Lowering his body to hers, they were flesh to flesh for the first time, both breathing deeply, savoring the moment.

His mouth found the soft skin of her neck and began to kiss and caress it with his lips and tongue while his hips slowly rocked against her and she could feel his erection against her. Her hips rocked into his while her fingers traced his shoulders blades, down his back to his hips. They were both getting lost in their touches and kisses.

He slipped his fingers into her wetness discovering she was ready for him, but still stroked and caressed her nub, wanting her to be as ready as possible since her first time would hurt. I caI can’t wait any longer my love,” he whispered as he parted her legs with his knee. “Are you ready?” She nodded. He looked into her eyes and almost cringed at the pain he was about to bring her.

“It’s okay Severus. I know that it will hurt. But I am ready,” she reassured him. He claimed her mouth and kissed her while the head of his penis penetrated her entrance. Coming against her barrier, he kissed her harder before thrusting and breaking it. She winced and her legs squeezed together as if she was trying to push him off, but her hands dug into his shoulders, pulling him closer to her.

“I’m sorry, my love. I’m so sorry,” he whispered, kissing her lips and mouth. After a few moments of not moving, she opened her eyes, relaxed her legs and gave him a small smile. He withdrew from her and entered her again, slowly. This time, instead pain, she felt the incredible sensation of him filling her. Her hips rose, meeting his.

She was so tight that the sweat formed on his brow as he forced himself not to rush things. ‘Good gods it’s been so long,’ he thought, entering her again. He couldn’t believe that he was making love to the woman that was his life, his heart and his soul.

Tediously, he entered her and withdrew; savoring the every sensation his body was experiencing. Her hips met his and they were one. She was lost in his eyes as he filled her with each thrust. The pressure was building between them and their thrusts came faster and harder. She whimpered, losing total control of her body as it met his rhythm, thrusting harder and harder.

As she came, her hips gave several short quick jerks and her walls spasm, pumping his shaft. He cried out, thrusting a few more times as he spilled into her hard. He continued to slowly thrust, emptying the last of his seed unhe che collapsed on her. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, trying to catch her breath.

~*~*~*~

In the morning, she woke up to find Severus watching her.

“You are absolutely beautiful,” he said.

“Oh gods Severus, you’re still dreaming. I haven’t even looked in a mirror and I can feel my hair sticking out three feet in every direction,” she said trying to flatten it with her hands.

He pulled her hands down and repeated, “Hermione, you look beautiful.” He then kissed her. She smiled.

“Well, if you really think I’m beautiful looking like this, then you must really love me, because if my hair didn’t scare you away, nothing will.” He grabbed her again and kissed her.

“I love you Severus Donovan Snape.”

“I love you too Hermione Annemumum Granger,” she had placed a hand over his mouth, muffling her middle name.

“Will you consider staying here with me instead of going home for the summer?” he asked.

“Well, let’s see -OKAY!!!” she was so excited. “But I do need to let my parents know that I am engaged.”

“Do they know about me?” he was almost afraid to ask.

“Yes, they do. I have been owling my mum regularly and she is fully aware that I am in love with you.”

“How much have you told her about me?” he said in a serious voice.

“She knows that you are or were my professor and that you are dad’s age.”

“And what was her reaction Hermione?”

“She was very supportive, considering

“Considering what?”

“She is twenty years older than dad and she was also his professor while he attended medical school.” He was surprised by the information she just shared with him.

“What is your dad going to say?”

“He will hate you at first and then he will warm up to you. You know how dads are, protective over their little girls.”

“Well, when you are ready to go see them, I will accompany you,” he sighed. She gave him a reassuring kiss.

“We need tt bat back to Hogwarts. nt tnt to say goodbye to everyone.” He agreed and they both got ready and left.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Hermione and Severus apparated back to the castle and each went to their own rooms to shower and change into fresh clothes Hermione was the first to arrive outside the main entrance to say good-bye to Harry and Ron.

“Hermione, you haven’t packed,” said Ron.

“I’m goi going home,” she said. Harry studied her for a second.

“Does this have something to do with Snape?” he asked.

“Yes it does,” she said proudly, holding out her left hand to show them her ring.

Harry and Ron looked at the ring and then at a radiant Hermione. “Are you sure about this?” Ron asked in disbelief.

“I have never been more sure about anything, except our own friendship,” she answered. They both smiled, knowing that if she was willing to compare her relationship with Snape to their frshipship, then it was worth showing their support.

“I’m happy for you Hermione,” Harry said, hugging her.

“Me too,” said Ron, also giving her a hug.

“So, when’s the wedding?” asked Harry.

“We still need to set a date, but you two will be the first to know.”

“So,” sneered Draco, “Where were you last night Granger? Shagging Snape senseless?” He, along with Crabbe and Goyle were laughing hysterically.

“That’s exactly where she was,” said the deep silky voice of Severus who was standing behind Draco. They immediately stopped laughing at hearing his words. “And you will address my fiancée as Miss Granger. Do I make myself clear?” he growled.

“Y-y-yes sir!” the three stammered.

Severus leaned down and gave her a kiss that clearly defined their relationship. Then he leaned toward her ear. “When you are finished, come to my dungeons. I want you to try on some of the lingerie I gave you for Valentine’s Day.” She nodded and blushed, watching him walk away. Harry and Ron stood by her side, all three daring Malfoy to say anything.

When Draco left, Harry and Ron just looked at each other. “Did we just stand up to Malfoy in Hermione’s honor because she is engaged to Snape?” asked Ron.

“Yup!” said Harry.

“I love you guys!” she squeaked. “I will owl you regularly and keep you updated!”

“On the wedding, right?” said Ron, “We don’t need any other information about your relationship except for when the wedding is. I am still trying to recover from the books you bought.”

“Don’t worry, what happens between Severus and myself stays in the bedroom,” and she slyly added, “That is if we stay in the bedroom. There is also the living room, the potions lab, the potions classroom, the mumuum.” Ron covered her mouth, not wanting to hear where Hermione was planning on doing Snape.

“Goodbye Hermione. We’ll see you soon!” said Harry. She nodded and Ron removed his hand. She watched them both leave.

“OH AND THEN THERE’S THE HEAD GIRL’S ROOM,” she yelled, watching them sprint to the train. ‘Well,’ she thought, walking back to the castle, ‘Time to try on some lingerie!’

Hermione entered the dungeons only to find her fiancée lying on the bed wearing the black silk pajamas she had given him for Valentine’s Day.

“Perfect,” she said, looking at his long, slender body.

“What is perfect?” he asked.

“You are,” she smiled, removing her robes and revealing a black, lacey tedd

Severus and Hermione were not seen for two weeks.