Send Me a Virgin

Chapter 18: Cries of Passion

Hermione sat as still as a statue in Professor Snape’s study and awaited the results of his examination. Soon her torments would end and she could go back to her life. But when the door that connected the study with the bedroom suddenly opened and she saw the expression on Snape’s face she began to doubt if things would ever be back to normal.

Snape scowled at her and sat down in the opposite chair.

“You’ve failed me again, Miss Granger,” he said in an angry tone. “Miss Weasley is no more a virgin than you are.”

Hermione instantly felt fear engulf her insides. “But she told me.” Then she thought about what it meant to her and what might have happened. She stood up. “I’m sorry, sir, I trusted her…please, don’t harm me…”

Tears sprang to Hermione’s eyes and all she wanted to do was flee. Snape curled his lip in disgust and turned his head. “I don’t know why you are so upset,” he mumbled.

“I can’t believe she lost her virginity so fast after we just talked…but how…”

Snape turned to face her. “It was Potter,” he said simply.

Hermione’s stomach clenched. “How…how do you know?”

“I looked into her mind once I found out she wasn’t intact. She lost it with Potter,” he said.

That statement brought a renewed burst of tears. “How could he!?!” she cried and jumped up. “I need to get out of here.”

But as she turned to leave, she felt Snape’s firm hand on her arm. He stood up.

“I don’t know why you’re getting all upset about Potter,” he said in a softer tone. “He’s merely a boy.”

“But, I like him!” she blurted out. “I only brought Ginny here so it would perhaps break them up or-“

Snape actually laughed. “I don’t believe it; you’re more devious than I thought.”

Hermione looked down at the floor. “I guess you won’t Obliviate my memory now.”

She expected him to say ‘no’, but there was only silence. The fire was crackling madly and the room seemed unnecessarily warm. She awaited her fate. What she got was a hand on her chin tilting her head up and up…and then his face was close to hers. The always stern expression melting away to gentleness. The dark eyes that searched her face. And the thin lips that parted slightly.

“Hermione…” and then it was too late to run away.

Snape bent and pressed his lips upon hers in a crushing kiss. Immediately his arms went around her and held her there. She was panicked, shocked and a little scared. But his lips were soft and she wasn’t expecting that. She closed her eyes and felt the kiss and the way he held her – it was so different! Almost reluctantly her body began to respond. From the top of her head to the tips of her toes, she was tingling. And when he began to force her mouth opened, she submitted to him at last.

Snape broke the kiss. “Forget about the boy,” he whispered hoarsely. “See what the man can do.”

The words inflamed her and she clung to him and begged for more. He obliged her with another deep kiss that penetrated her soul. They stood there locked together and Hermione felt all her fears being to melt away. Her body was on fire and she wanted more. Snape didn’t need to enter her mind to know that. Hands busily explored the areas under her sweater and skirt. The grunts he emitted told her he liked what he felt.

“On the divan,” he growled. “I will show you real pleasure.”

Hermione sat down and noticed she was panting. Any chance to end this was gone now, she was on the path and there was no turning back. She watched as Snape pushed up her sweater and bra. Her nipples were two points and ached for the touching. But he left those alone for now, he merely wanted to see them and make her feel exposed. Instead he knelt on the floor and pushed her legs apart. Hermione groaned and tilted her head back.

Snape pulled her panties off and made a remark about her pussy and how wet it was. She blushed.

“Don’t blush, girl. You’re merely responding like any woman would.”

How egotistical, she thought, but only for a moment. Suddenly she felt Snape’s hot breath and his fingers on her mound. He pulled apart the folds and then the strangest sensation – his tongue!

“Oh!” she yelped and almost shut her legs.

“What’s a matter? Hasn’t your precious Potter done that to you before?” he sneered.

“No, I…I never knew people did…” but she trailed off when Snape forced his tongue inside her hole. It was an unbelievable sensation.

Snape pushed her legs apart as far as they could go and began to lick her moist folds with relish. Hermione shut her eyes and focused on the sweet sensations that were invading her body. Snape’s tongue was doing delicious things to her – probing, licking, and then a little nibbling. Her clit swelled with blood as it was teased and sucked. Strong hands grasped her quivering thighs so she couldn’t squirm. She was as open to him as she ever was but this time she didn’t mind. He wasn’t going to hurt her this time.

Hermione groaned and knew she was well on her way to orgasm.

“You like that, don’t you,” he said, taking a breath. It wasn’t a question.

“Oh yessss…” she rasped. “Don’t stop…”

He laughed and went back to work. This time he pushed two fingers in her tight hole and began to fuck her. He returned to nibbling on her clit. Hermione grabbed the pillows on either side of her and felt every muscle in her body clench. She was so excited she wondered if she could actually cum. She wanted it go on and on.

But Snape was relentless in his assault as he was with everything he did. The finger fucking increased in intensity and soon her breasts were heaving from the exertion.

“Ohhhh…please, please make me cum,” she wailed. “I want it so bad…”

It didn’t matter to Hermione anymore that the man responsible for her ecstasy was the same man who had brutally raped her only a week before. She was too far gone for any rationalization.

“Oh you’ll get it,” Snape said as he pulled back from her wet cunt.

He kept his fingers inside her, but moved so that his body was almost lying on top of hers.

“Taste your self,” he said as he kissed her.

Hermione tasted her juices and instead of being disgusted, she was amazed at how sweet they were. She moaned against his mouth and he increased the pace of the fucking.

“Cum for me, my darling. Let me hear you cry out,” he whispered in her ear.

Snape squeezed her breast almost painfully but that did it.

“OHHHHH…YESSS!!” she screamed. “YESSSSSSSSSS!!!”

And with that she began to cum - complete with panting and moaning and thrashing. Snape held onto her as she came and whispered encouragements to her. It was better than anything she had experienced with Harry.

When at last she quieted down, Snape withdrew his fingers and stood up.

“Ahhhh…I need a drink after that,” he said smugly.

Hermione asked for one as well and that made him laugh again. She liked it when he laughed.

“Well I suppose you earned it,” he said casually as he poured two drinks and handed one to her.

Hermione sipped the alcohol and found she was beginning to enjoy the taste. She was still in a state of disarray as far as her clothes went, but she didn’t care anymore. Snape eyed her body greedily.

“Don’t get too comfortable,” he said and his tone got serious again. “I am going to fuck you senseless.”

+ + +

As Snape said those words he couldn’t believe how easy it was to take Hermione. But once he mentioned Potter’s supposed deflowering of Miss Weasley, she fell apart and she was his. He prided himself on his maneuvering but he knew that he wanted her no matter what and he was bound to get his way eventually.

He gazed upon Hermione’s body and how ravishing it looked in its state of partial undress. What he liked even better was how casual she was about it. Clearly she was ready for more and he could give it to her. And hearing her moan and scream made his heart soar.

“Undress,” he said.

Hermione threw a glance at him that was a bit defiant but he kept his stern gaze upon her and she complied. When at last she was naked and stretched out before him, he caressed her lily white skin with his eyes. She knew what he was doing and he saw the blood rise within her. He knew what he wanted then and he knew what he wanted for a long time after. Off went his clothes.

Without any sort of warning or ceremony he thrust his semi-erect cock at her face.

“I know you can suck this, it was evident by Malfoy’s gesture the other day,” he said.

He delighted in her blushing and he knew he was being crass, but he needed to retain the upper hand in this encounter. Hermione opened her mouth and took him in. It was sweetness all over again. Snape couldn’t remember the last time a mouth had enveloped his cock.

“That’s it, my dear. Suck as hard as you like.”

And suck she did but as tempting as it might be to let her finish the job, he wanted to be inside her dripping cunt. This was just a warm up. He would, as he promised, fuck her senseless. The thought made him chuckle and she lifted her eyes in question.

“Just keep going,” he said.

He let her suck some more until he was fully hard and the pre-cum was forming at the tip of his cock. He pulled away and lay on the couch.

“Get on top,” he said.

He watched her hesitate.

“Oh please, don’t tell me you didn’t do this,” he said impatiently. So much to learn and he was just the one to teach her.

“I’m sorry, I…we…”

He waved it away. “Straddle me,” he growled. “Let my cock fill your insides, you’ll love this position.”

Hermione took a deep breath and climbed on top of him. He helped her ease his cock into her waiting cunt and groaned as it slid inside. She enveloped him completely.

“Ahhh…that’s it, now move up and down on it…ouch…no, slowly….yessss, that’s it.”

Snape reached up and cupped Hermione’s firm young breasts and began to squeeze and tweak the nipples. The effect was instantaneous. The muscles inside her pussy contracted around his cock increasing the friction. It was marvelous and he told her so. But he could see Hermione was feeling her own pleasure in the way her eyes closed and her head leaned back. That only gave him more access to her breasts which he eagerly took advantage of. Back and forth went his calloused thumbs over her nipples.

“Ohhhh…that feels good,” she cried.

He kept it up and she began to thrash about on top of him. But Snape wanted it to last longer.

“Stop,” he panted. “Not yet.”

A confused Hermione opened her eyes and stared at him.

“Move with me,” he instructed. And he pushed her back on the couch so that their positions were reversed and he was on top. He always liked it better that way.

“You’ll enjoy this too,” he murmured.

Snape took Hermione’s ankles and rested one on each of his shoulders. He reinserted his aching cock inside her and began to thrust in earnest. Hermione responded by moaning deep in her throat.

“Good, keep moaning…let me hear you,” he said between thrusts. “Your voice inflames me.”

Hermione needed no encouragement as each thrust caused her to become more vocal in expressing her pleasure. It was music to Snape’s ears. Soon they were both covered with sweat from the exertion. He lapped and licked and sucked any available part of her delightful skin but he kept it gentle as to not hurt her. Then she told him she was about to cum.

“Do it,” he hissed. “Squeeze my cock until it bursts.”

This time she came with a strangled cry as if she was cumming against her will. But there was no time to ponder that. Her tight pussy clamped around his cock until he exploded inside of her. At that moment they were equal and in his mind, all of his deeds were erased. They were joined as one. He cried out as his body was wracked with spasms and at last, spent, he collapsed upon her body.

+ + +

“Will I become pregnant?” she asked later as they lay wedged on the divan with a blanket to keep them warm.

“No, the potion I gave you last weekend lasts for a month,” he replied in a tired voice.

Hermione lay there and tried to sort through the emotions she was experiencing and the sensations her body was still feeling. Snape’s body was touching hers and they were both still naked. She became acutely aware of how lean and muscular his body was. She never really thought about it before that night. And his face…it always seemed so stern and angular but when she really looked at it, the lips were thin but sensuous and the eyes dark but soulful.

What was happening to her?

“So what happens now?” she asked.

“Well,” he began, “I could wipe your memory like we agreed upon, virgin or no virgin in the next room. Then you would walk out of here and go back to your normal life.”

“And you?”

“And I would live the rest of my life in quiet desperation, I suppose.”

“That’s kind of dramatic.”

Snape sighed. “Perhaps.” Then he turned on his side to face her. “What do you want to happen next?”

“I’m not sure.”

He stroked her hair gently. “I’d rather not have to modify your memory. There are too many things that have happened and it would be tricky. It may cause problems later.”

“I understand,” she said softly.

The clock chimed the hour.

“I should go,” she said. “It’s getting late and I have to get Ginny back.”

Snape sighed again and rose from the divan. “If you must.”

Hermione gathered her clothes and excused herself to clean up. Ever so quietly, even though Ginny would have never heard her, she tiptoed in the bedroom past the sleeping girl and into the bathroom. Once the door was shut she sighed deeply. Everything was so confusing.

She cleaned Snape’s seed from the inside of her thighs and dressed. As always, her hair was out of control and she did the best to tame it back into the arrangement she had earlier. She washed her face and hands and gazed in the mirror. Only a few weeks ago she was living her life as she wished. Classes, homework and the secret crush on Harry. Now it was all different. She lost her virginity and she lost Harry. The man who raped her healed her and made love to her. And now she was hurtling down an unknown path.

When she returned to the bedroom she gazed upon Ginny sleeping deeply on the bed.

“You can have Harry,” she whispered. “He never wanted me. He only wanted you and you him.”

Tears came to her eyes and she wiped them away, ashamed at her behavior. She returned to the study to find Snape standing by the fire, drink in hand.

“Shall we wake Ginny?” she asked quietly.

“In a moment,” he said, still facing the flames. “But first we need to talk some more.”

“As you wish,” she said unhappily. She was anxious to return to her room and bury under the comforters.

Snape turned to face her. “You must tell no one about what happened here. It would ruin both of us.”

“That’s obvious,” she said, eyes downcast.

He ignored her. “I don’t require any other tasks from you. The virgin situation is much more complicated than you would know but it is over. From now on I will dedicate myself to one woman and one woman only.”

Hermione looked up. “And who is she?”

Snape went down on his knees and looked up at her. “You. Hermione, be my mistress.”

Hermione’s eyes went wipe with shock. “Your mistress? Are you married or something?”

“The only thing I am married to is my work. But I want you. I know…I know I’m older and unpopular, but I want you by my side.”

“I don’t know what to say.” More confusion now, she wanted to get away and think. “I have to go. It’s late. Please get Ginny so I can wake her up.”

Snape’s face suddenly turned cold and he got to his feet. “Wait here while I carry her out,” he said and his voice was dead.

Minutes later Ginny woke up on the divan and looked around in wonder. When she saw Snape, her eyes went wide.

“What am I doing here?” she asked, suddenly afraid.

“You were the victim of a sleeping spell, Ginny,” Hermione said softly. Snape stood by the fire and glared at them both but was silent. “Professor Snape was able to remove the spell but you’ve been out for a while.”

She sat up. “The party…”

“Don’t you remember? We got there but then you disappeared. I finally found you fast asleep.”

Ginny rubbed her eyes. “No, I don’t remember anything.”

“Well, it’s over now; we have to get back to the dorm.”

“Was…was Harry there?” Ginny whispered.

Hermione glanced at Snape who looked away. “Not until later.”

“Oh.”

“Come on, let’s go, Ginny.”

The girls stood up and made their way to the door. Before exiting, Hermione looked at Snape but he would not meet her gaze. She left with a heavy heart and she wasn’t sure why.