The Seduction Game

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I\'m SO sorry it\'s been so long since I\'ve updated! Anyway, this chapter\'s a bit longer than usual, and it contains the long-awaited \"famous first\", so I hope that sort of makes up for my being so late... :) Read and review, please!

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CHAPTER SIXTEEN: VIRGINITY

This is simply not possible, he thought as his arms went around her, pulling her close and placing his lips on hers in the darkness of the evening. There’s no way I deserve all this.

Yet here he was, Severus Snape, kissing the woman he’d longed for for so long. Beautiful Hermione, in his arms, and she was returning his kiss and moving her hands across his back, caressing as well as exploring through the fabric.

They moved inside, their lips never parting. Warm wind was rushing through the open porch door and upsetting the curtains, but the two of them paid it no attention. They were absorbed with only each other.

After a few minutes, Hermione broke the kiss, catching Severus’s gaze. “You’ll have to be my guide, won’t you,” she said with a small smile.

Severus smirked back. Undoubtedly, it was the scotch talking. The Hermione he felt he’d gotten to known properly by now wouldn’t have dared to admit something like that. Good thing alcohol had been consumed to calm her nerves slightly, he thought. She’d seemed so bloody nervous it was only good for her to relax a bit.

Kissing the tip of her nose, he quickly bent forward and brought his arm under her knees, sweeping her off her feet and into his arms.

“I never thought you were the ‘Knisweesweeping Damsels’ type,” she laughed.

“I never was,” he replied. “It was you who made me the knight, remember?”

She nodded. “Well, you really were a knight in shining armour, weren’t you?”

“I don’t know about the armour,” smirked Severus, gently carrying her over and placing her on his soft bed. Her hands immediately went to his back again, as if to make sure he wasn’t going to pull back. More than willing, he moved into bed and was her her, keeping himself up with his arms and locking his gaze with hers. Their lips met again, and the kiss that had only minutes earlier been comforting and exploring was now a completely different one – demanding and eager, exploring in a savaging sort of way rather than a curious one.

Hermione gave a slight moan, and Severus had to lean all his weight to one hand – he was desperate to just feel her again, the curves of her body... His left hand caressed her cheek first, then down her throat and across her collarbone, slowly moving down her upper body and barely touching as it passed her breasts. It came to rest on her stomach, enjoying the warmth of Hermione’s skin through the fabric, mentally wishing her clothes away.

Hermione, on her part, had lost pretty much all of her earlier shyness. With eagerness she was exploring his upper body – not just his back, now, but his entire torso, chest and stomach, arms and face. And although she, too, was for now just feeling him through thick fabric, Severus felt the inevitable reaction to her attentions. Oh, if only she’d move her hand below his waist she’d see what she was doing to him...

Breaking their kiss again, Hermione drew a deep breath and opened her mouth as if to speak, but then thinking the better of it.

Severus frowned slightly. “What is it?” he asked.

“I –” Hermione hesitated, the shyness momentarily back again, “I was just...”

“Nervous?” suggested Severus, his voice as kind and understanding as the voice of Severus Snape probably would ever be.

“Yes,” she admitted with a slight smile. “Yes, and I’m so sorry for what I’m about to say, it’s not you, really –”

Oh gods, thought Severus, she’s changed her mind. Of course she wouldn’t want him. How stupid had he been to think such a thing? Oh, well. It had been fun while it had lasted. At least#821#8217;d spent some quality time with the woman he desired.

“It’s because I’m nervous, I suppose – because I’m nervous about – about you seeing me.”

Severus’s train of thought skidded to a halt, abruptly. She hadn’t changed her mind, not at all – she was afraid of his reaction to se her her naked! Oh, how could she worry about such a thing? He knew she’d be beautiful, he simply knew it... The thought that something as simple as her naked nineteen-year-old body (and she was a highly attractive and desirable nineteen-year-old at that) could rattle the solid rock of confidence that was Hermione Granger – it was astounding, really.

Severus gave a slight smile. “There is no reason whatsoever to be worried, Hermione,” he said.

“I know,” she said quickly, “I know. I just... I can’t help it. I was thinking maybe – maybe if it was slightly darker in here, then, well –” Her gaze jumped to the candlelight illuminating the room, and Severus stroked her cheek, reassuring her.

“Nox,” he whispered with a wave of his wand, and the light went out. Starlight and the full moon shining through the still open porch door was all the light to be seen now, flickering over the lower half of the bed and leaving the two of them almost completely hidden in the dark shadows.

“Better?” Severus inquired. He could still easily see her, but somehow he understood how this darkness would relax her.

“Much better,” Hermione smiled. “I’m sorry about this... I hate being nervous.”

“You shouldn’t,” said Severus. “ItR qui quite normal, you know. Human.”

She snorted and looked as gh sgh she was about to comment that, but he decided not to give her the chance. Desirable or not – when the infamous Miss Granger first started talking, she could be rather difficult to stifle. Capturing her mouth with his he avoided any further conversation, and she quickly responded, bringing her hands back to his chest.

It took Severus a moment to realize exactly what she was trying to do.

She was unbuttoning his robes.

Not at all going to argue with her chosen actions, he lifted himself slightly higher up to allow her better access, and soon his robes were on the floor, leaving him with only a white shirt and black trousers. The thin fabric of these made Hermione’s touch (if possible) even more electrifying than it had been so far.

Going slowly, giving her ample time to object if she wanted to, Severus reached his hands behind her neck, finding a typical, Muggle zipper there. Hermione quickly arched her back, allowing to to bring the zipper down to its end slowly, letting his fingers gently caress the wonderful, soft skin of Hermione’s back on the way.

Somewhere in the back of his mind Severus registered that he’d felt no bra strap on her back, but his main focus wasn’t on this. Hermione, apparently growing rather eager despite her inexperience, had taken the opportunity as she lay slightly arched to bring her mouth to his neck, kissing and licking gently, exploring the feel of his skin.

Severus let out a groan. Gods, another tongue working magic...

Not wanting to not finish what he’d started, he moved his hands up to her shoulders, gently pulling her up into a sitting position. Her mouth never left his neck.

“Oh, Hermione...” He hadn’t meant to let that slip, but it just so happened to be beyond his control. She was intoxicating. Brilliant and beautiful. She was perfect.

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He was perfect. Such a gentleman, yet at the same time so desirable and sexy... How come she’d never seen that before, that her Potions Master was hot?

It felt weird, thinking it – but right, still. Who cared if he was twice her age and rather snarky? Well, maybe some did care – but she didn’t, and that was what mattered.

Being Hermione Granger, even in a situation like this her mind was working at full capacity. But she had no choice but to direct it elsewhere as Snape was gently sliding her dress over her head and shoulders, leaving her naked but for her panties.

Oh gods.

He was looking at her, as though checking if he approved. She felt was like she was on display, and simply couldn’t look at his face.

The feel of his lips on her shoulder was what dismissed her sceptic thoughts.

“I thought...” she began without thinking, logic as always pounding in her head.

“Thought what?” he asked, his voice slightly hoarse.
#822#8220;You looked as though...” She drew a quick breath as he gently kissed the wound Ls has had left her, “... as though you were hesitating.”

He quickly withdrew from her shoulder to look her in the eyes.

“Hesitating?” he repeated, as though he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

She didn’t reply, but waited for him to let it sink in that she was being serious.

He smirked then – but not the snarky, unpleasant smirk. It was a slightly amused one, almost entertained. “I did hesitate,” he said at last, “but only to enjoy the sight. Believe me; you never need worry about how you look when you’re naked.”

She smiled at that and leaned in to give him a kiss. He returned it, but broke off quickly to move his lips elsewhere. Gently pushing her back down on the bed, his lips moved down along her collarbone, reaching one of her breasts, gradually placing light kisses all over her torso. His hair was tickling her skin, whilst his hands had moved to her legs, stroking from her hip and down as far as he could reach without his lips leaving her breasts.

She moaned, louder even than she done when tricking Lucius – but this time it was genuine, and unavoidable at that. The sensations he was arousing... Gods, the man truly had no idea how amazing it felt. Hermione had never – never – experienced anything like it. How was it possible to feel such uncontrollable pleasure? How could it be that such a simple thing as this could make one lust for more no matter how much one seemed to get?

Severus’s hands moved up again, this time slowly stroking their way up on the insides of Hermione’s thighs. A flicker of nervousness caught her again just as his hands reached her panties, but quickly vanished when she realized how good it felt just to have some attention brought to that particular area. She hadn’t really realized until then the burning heat in her abdomen, but once Severus’s hands were gently stroking her on the outside of her panties it was very, unavoidably evident.

He moved slightly up, catching her lips with his again, kissing her deeply and moving his hands to easily slide her panties down as he did so. She lifted her hips without even thinking, wanting to make it easier for him.

It suddenly occurred to her then that she was now completely naked; whereas he was fully dressed, save for his robes. She wouldn’t have it. Sitting up again, l nol not breaking their kiss and no longer at all shy about her nakedness, Hermione quickly moved to unbutton Snape’s shirt.

He gave a slight chuckle into her lips at her impatience, but seemed just as eager as her, really, to get his clothes off.

The shirt was fully unbuttoned and Hermione and Snape both wrenched it off him in unison, her hands immediately going for his chest, feeling his skin and exploring every inch of him, making him moan and draw deep breaths. His chest was thin, but muscular, much more so in fact than Hermione had ever suspected. A quick, sudden glance further down made her realize he wasn’t as controlled as he pretended to be – a bulge in his trousers was painfully evident.

They moved back down onto the bed again, kissing for probably the hundredth time and Hermione finally gathered enough of her courage to do what she would always love doing: Research.

Sliding her hands down his chest and stomach and past his waistbands she reached the bulge, gently touching it through the fabric, amazed at how hard it actually was.

Snape was practically growling by now, assaulting her neck eagerly, moving his hips slightly – it seemed, almost unaware – against her hands.
Hermione moved them a bit higher, going after his belt and buttons. Halfway through, one of his hands came down to assist her, and soon his trousers were added to the pile of clothes by the bed.

Snape was suddenly looking into her eyes, as though searching for something – approval, perhaps – although it was quite apparent he was restraining himself.

“I want this,” Hermione found herself whispering, her voice more rasped than she’d believed it was capable of being. “Please, Severus...”

Suddenly realizing what she’d said, her eyes went wide. He was staring at her as though trying to get into her very soul, his eyes a deep, bottomless black that seemed to hold more mysteries than Hermione could ever hope to access.

“Say it again,” he suddenly whispered, his voice almost desperate.

“W-what?” stuttered Hermione in shock.

“Say it,” he repeated.

“What – please?”

He smirked, barely. “Add my name to it, love.”

She gave a slight smile, suddenly realizing what he wanted. “Please, Severus,” she repeated, her daring hand now stroking him through his boxers.

He quickly leaned in and kissed her, whispering against her lips, “Once more, please...”

“Severus,” she whispered back, her free hand playing with his hair.

With surprising speed, as though he’d worked magic (perhaps he had?) Snape had managed to remove his box His His lips were all over Hermione – her face, shoulders, neck and chest – and she could feel him more than ever now against her own skin.

Her hands on his back, she caught his eyes again. “Please, Severus,” she repeated with a slightly satisfied smile, “I want you. Now.”

The last word was spoken as the demand of a true insufferable know-it-all, and Snape gave her a slight, dangerous smirk before positioning himself over her.

“Let me know if I’m hurting you,” he said, slowly spreading her willing legs and then seconds later pushing at her entrance.

Hermione nodded, all of her heat and attention focused on her abdomen. The feeling was incredible – like nothing she’d ever felt before, it was indescribable, a whole different kind of magic... He moved slowly, determined not to hurt her, and when he reached her barrier he hesitated.

“You okay?” ask asked.

“Of course I am,” she smiled, urging him to go on. The heat in her wasn’t exactly growing lighter.

He pushed on, and then he broke through, burying himself completely in her. There was pain – a different kind of pain, this, too, rather unlike anything she’d felt before – but it was quickly diminishing.

Snape was eyeing her, frowning slightly. “You okay?” he asked again.

“I’m fine,” she assured him. “Better than fine – I’m perfect...”

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She was not wrong there, Severus thought, she really was perfect.

He’d been so afraid of hurting her, so determined to make sure she enjoyed this... And when her hips suddenly started to move against him, letting him feel to a full extent that he really was inside her, tight and wet, he simply couldn’t believe this was happening to him. It was unbelievable, and it was – exactly that – perfect.

Greatly encouraged by Hermione’s movements, Severus began moving himself, slowly but thoroughly pushing inside her; enjoying the feel of her...

This was Hermione Granger, and she was moaning now, as he was, moving her hips to meet his thrusts, grasping his shoulders and gasping, saying his name again – gods, it was so beautiful to hear her say his name like that – and writhing with passion.

Impulsively, he leaned all his weight on one arm, the other one moving down between her legs to find her clit. Her begin a virgin and probably not much of a masturbator, he suspected, she wouldn’t know the full magic of this. Finding her clit, he gently began stroking it in rhythm to his thrusts, making her suddenly gasp.

“Gods!” she exclaimed, a slight shiver running through her. “That was amazing...!”

Not able to hide a satisfied smirk, Severus continued his work on her clit as his own tension was building. He was moving rapidly faster, carefully administering his moves in order to make them both come at the very same moment...

He did just that. Reaching his own peak and giving a final thrust, he felt Hermione suddenly shiver all over, a scream escaping her beautiful lips, her hands now clasping his shoulders and back as if holding on for dear life, her fingernails digging into his skin.

Letting both his and her orgasm slowly diminish, Severus’s eyes found Hermione’s. She was panting, as he was, and she was more beautiful than she ever been before. “Perfect” just didn’t quite cover it.

Both of them finally calming down, Severus moved from on top of her and lay down on the bed next to her, automatically pulling her into his arms, covering them with the bed sheets. Hermione nestled happily on his chest, her hand playing with one of his nipples, a content expression on her face. He lay with a content smile on his face, staring at the ceiling, wide awake.

Hermione Granger. A goddess, no less.

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It was disturbing. So very, very disturbing.

He knew all the basics. The sky was blue, up was the opposite of down and the earth was round. All this he knew.

What he didn’t know was who he was.

No name, no personal knowledge, no family recollection.

Nothing.

It was enough to make anyone go insane, he thought. But he wasn’t ready to go there just yet. He felt he was probably the sort of man – or at least had been, once – who wouldn’t give up even if he couldn’t remember shit about who he was. That wasn’t going to make him mad, that much was for sure. Others, perhaps, would go insane with such knowledge, but he felt he just wasn’t the type.

Besides, he had business to attend to.

He was in a big, white room in the hospital – funny enough, he’d known it was called St. Mungo’s even before the nurses had informed him of it – locked up and, apparently, not quite well.

But he wasn’t going to stay there for long.

He had decided earlier that evening that not only wasn’t he the sort of man who wouldn’t go insane as a result of all of this – he was also the sort of man who didn’t let unfinished business remain unfinished.

And although he had no idea what his unfinished business really were, he knew one thing:

They were with a certain Mr Severus Snape.

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