Wall Flowers

Graduation


The day of the Leaving Feast came and went and not soon enough. Getting through the N.E.W.T.’s process was excruciating. Hermione had set up study schedules for nearly all of Gryffindor and Ravenclaw, not to mention a few Slytherins and Hufflepuffs. Now that Voldemort had been dead for over a month, the houses were starting to unite with each other.

Over the course of her hard work, she had become a well-respected leader for her academic achievement among her peers. When the time came, the seventh years tested. It was an excruciating and exhausting process and to top it off, the results would not be posted until the first part of July. This added to her stress level, making her think she could have studied more.

“You’re crazy Hermione,” snapped Ron, “You barely allowed yourself to sleep more than four hours a day. If you had deprived yourself of anymore sleep, you would have driven yourself mad.”


“Ron is right Hermione, you prepared yourself as well as you could for the N.E.W.T.’s,” reassured Harry. “Let’s just get ready for the celebration tonight. After all, this will be our last night here at Hogwarts.”


Ron and Harry ran up the stairs to the boy’s dormitory in Gryffindor house, but Hermione slowly made her way up the stairs. ‘Great, another celebration,’ she muttered, dragging herself to her Head Girl’s rooms.

She remembered her last celebration as she blushed. That was one hell of a celebration, but she knew Professor Snape would never help her celebrate again, let alone show his face in Gryffindor.

Hermione went to her rooms, stripped off her clothes and took a shower. She might as well put some effort into getting ready, even though she was going to make her excuses and leave early. She picked out a pair of denim jeans and a tailored blouse that Ginny had recommended for her. Ginny, Harry, and Ron were still teasing her about wearing her school robes to the last celebration. An evil grin came over her face as she recalled how those robes had been removed.

Looking at herself in her full-length mirror, she decided she was going to be daring. Instead of wearing her regular cotton panties, she put on a pair of pink silky, hi-cut panties and a matching bra. Her blouse was a cinnamon pink, so she was pleased that she matched, although only she would know about the pink underclothes.

Working on her hair, she put little effort into it. Her hair was longer so the weight of it slightly pulled on her curls, making it less frizzy, but ‘it was still hopeless,’ she thought, tying it back into a loose ponytail. She then slipped on a pair of sneakers and made her way down to the celebration.

Each house was originally having their own celebration, but the students decided to have one big party in the Gryffindor Common Room. Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff refused to go to Slytherin and Slytherin refused to go to Hufflepuff, so Gryffindor was left to host it. No one really cared since Hermione, Draco, and Ginny had spent most of the last two days transfiguring it into a larger room to accommodate the seventh years and their escorts. Of course fifth and sixth years would be sneaking in.

As the party began, so did the music and alcohol. Surprisingly the professors never stopped by although Hermione had a haunch they had stopped by without being noticing, ignoring the alcohol due to the circumstances.

Everyone was having a grand time. Even Hermione was doing okay, but she avoided the dance floor like Neville Longbottom avoids Snape. ‘Snape,’ she sighed, ‘now he could celebrate.’ She shook her head and continued visiting with the others. Draco had cornered her a few times to dance, but Ginny had rescued her by either dragging Draco onto the dance floor or dragging Hermione away, claiming there was some emergency for the Head Girl.

As the night wore on, the drunker the students became. Hermione avoided the alcohol, not wanting to loose control while in charge of so many students. As two o’clock came around, there were only a handful of seventh years left, either dancing or talking. She figured her duties were accomplished, so she went to her rooms.

Standing in front of her full-length mirror, she removed her shoes, blouse and jeans. She stood and looked at herself for a moment, still wearing her pink panties and bra. She unfastened her hair, letting it cascade down her back. Her _expression was solemn. She then removed her bra.

Hermione wasn’t particularly proud of her body. She didn’t know if it was her being too skinny or that she didn’t have the luscious curves she saw in magazines. Her breasts seemed okay. They were firm with rosy nipples that were a little on the large side, but she figured it could be worse.

She went to her dresser and pulled out a white cotton nightgown and brought it back to the mirror. ‘It’s your last night here,’ she thought, sighing. She looked down at her nightgown as she found the opening to slip it on, but before she could do that, she felt a warm pair of hands wrap around her waist from behind her and she knew who it was.

“Can I help you celebrate?” asked the sensuous voice of Professor Snape.

“Mmmm,” she moaned, not meaning to but gods she couldn’t help it.

“Is that a yes, Miss Granger?”


“Yes,” she whispered.

“Yes, Professor Snape,” he reminded her.

She looked into the full-length mirror and saw herself wrapped in his embrace. She smiled at him and said, “Yes, Severus.”


He spun her around to face him. “Severus?” he questioned her.

“Yes, Severus. Seeing as I am officially finished with school and I am leaving later this morning, you are no longer my professor.” It took her a lot of courage to address him as this, but she was not about to back down.

“Well then, Hermione, let’s go back to – ”


“No, I want to stay here in my Head Girl rooms,” she smiled.

“Why?”


“Because the thought of having Professor Severus Snape, potions master, in my Head Girl rooms, helping me ‘celebrate’ is just too,” she looked him up and down before continuing, “delectable to pass up.”


The thought of taking her in the Head Girl’s rooms was too erotic for words. He turned her back around so they were facing the mirror again.

“Once again Hermione, you are over dressed,” he whispered in her ear as he removed her pink panties. He kept his arms wrapped around her as she closed her eyes to his closeness.

She saw her naked body. She knew what she looked like naked, but to have someone else look at her so openly, she dropped her head. It wasn’t in shame or embarrassment. It was just being so openly exposed brought a strong sense of vulnerability.

He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her into him. “Look at yourself in the mirror Hermione. Look at how beautiful you are.”


She couldn’t look, so he brought his hand to her chin and slowly pushed her head up, forcing her to look at herself. Placing his mouth to her ear, he whispered, “Hermione, you are beautiful.”


He moved his mouth to her neck and began to slowly lick and taste her soft skin. His He kissed her jaw just below her earlobe while watching her reflection in the mirror.

“I want you to see how beautiful you look when you cum. Keep watching.”


She closed her eyes as her body shivered from his exquisite voice. “Watch,” he said.

Her eyes opened at his command.

His hand found its way to her breast as the other one found its way between her legs. Her body reacted like butter in the heat, melting under his touch.

As his fingers dipped into her warm folds, he was pleasantly rewarded with finding her so wet, but he was going to make her ready for him.

His fingers found her nub and began to expertly stroke it, causing here body to melt further into him. He was fully supporting the weight of her body.

Her nub was swollen, begging for release. He continued rubbing it while whispering, “Watch Hermione. Watch what how I can control you.”


Her eyelids were heavy as she forced them to look at her reflection. Her breath was ragged as she could only take quick short breaths.

She was close, so close, but he then pulled his fingers out of her. Letting out a small whimper, he smiled at her reflection.

“I can control you Hermione,” he said in a deep, silky voice. “I will make you come when I am ready.”


His voice was so hypnotic that she couldn’t move. All she could do was nod.

Watching him, Severus Snape, thrust his fingers into her rendered her powerless. For seven years this man intimidated her in class and he still maintained this control even now.

His fingers dipped back into her and found her nub. “Three strokes,” he whispered. One, two, three, she came hard, having the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced. His other hand moved to her jaw, making sure she watched herself.

Bending her forward and spreading her legs with his leg, he slowly entered her warm wet folds from behind, filling her completely.

Slowly he pulled out of her and entered her again and again. He wrapped his hands around her breasts, massaging them and squeezing them while she leaned her hips back, meeting his thrusts.

The way his hardness angled into her from this position filled her in ways she only fantasized about. She watched herself in the mirror. She watched him, thrust into her from behind while playing with her breasts. He watched her, never breaking eye contact.

The way his eyes bore into her was so dominating, so seductive. “Severus,” she whispered, feeling her climax build again. His thrusts into deeper, hitting her until she exploded in ecstasy.

Severus felt her body tremble and weaken from her orgasm so he held her as he pulled out of her. Guiding her to her bed, he laid her down on her back while lying on top of her. Again he entered her while she brought her arms around his waist to pull him closer.

He could easily get lost being with her, but he wouldn’t let himself. ‘This was just a way to celebrate,’ he told himself. ‘Everyone needs to celebrate.’


He thrust into her slowly wanting to savor his time with her. He knew it would be the last time so he was going to enjoy it.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, welcoming him to her. He placed his hands on either side of her, holding up most of his weight while slowly thrusting into her.

“Gods you feel good Hermione,” he hissed while he increased his thrusts. Her hips were meeting his while her inner muscles squeezed together every time he withdrew.

Hermione loved how he filled her. Every time he entered her, he rubbed against her g-spot, causing the sensations to spiral throughout her core. She felt her climax building again. It was after this release she pushed Severus off of her, rolling him onto his back. She quickly straddled him and moved her way down so that she could please him orally.
Taking her tongue she slowly licked from his head, down his shaft, to his balls, taking each one fully into her mouth and sucking it.

Severus relaxed under her touch, allowing gasps and moans to escape. She was fully aware of how she affected him so Severus was not going to hold back.

Moving her mouth back to the top of his penis, she took him in fully until he touched the back of her throat and even then she took him a bit further. Hearing his moans encouraged her to bring him as much pleasure as he had brought her. Her head began to bob up and down while her tongue swirled around his head. His hands grabbed the sides of her head, grasping at her hair. He was near his release and she knew it.

Placing one hand around his shaft, she began to pump him as her mouth worked on his head, making him cum. He let out a deep moan while whispering her name as he spilled into her mouth. She licked him clean and then sat back to look at him to and smile.

It was amazing how she could render the most intimidating wizard she knew into an almost unconscious state is ecstasy. She lay down next to him and snuggled against him. He was still catching his breath, but his arms wrapped around her, pulling her close to him. The night was far from over.

~*~*~*~*~

Hermione woke up to the bright rays of sunshine beaming into her room from the window. Keeping her eyes closed, she smiled, clearly remembering her celebration with Severus. Taking a deep breath and letting it out, she opened her eyes. Not only was she saying goodbye to Hogwarts, but she was saying goodbye to Severus also.

Sitting up, she noticed four sealed potion bottles on her nightstand, each with a label. The first was a hangover relief potion, which she didn’t need. The next was a contraceptive potion, which she drank, and a potion for her soreness. She also drank this one having remembered how sore she was last time. The final potion, once again, was for her to forget the night before.

The last time he offered it to her it was because both had too much to drink, blaming the previous night’s activities on the alcohol. This time she was sober and in control of her choices.

Hermione got out of bed and went to the bathroom to clean up. After taking hot shower, she changed into her school robes, because she, along with the other students, were expected to stay in school uniform until they boarded the train. Hermione then conjured up a small box and placed the two remaining potions from Severus inside and sealed it. She then wrote him a short letter and attached it to the box. Tucking the box under her arm, she headed off to meet the others for breakfast.

She entered the Gryffindor Common room and spotted Harry and Ron coming out of the boys’ dormitory.

“Good morning Harry. Good morning Ron,” she said with a slight amusement in her voice at seeing how hangover the two were.

“’Morning,” mumbled Ron. All Harry could do was wave very slowly. She could have opened her box and given her hangover relief potion to them, but she didn’t. Being selfish, she decided that having the potion in the box was more important than giving it to her two friends.

“I have a package to deliver. I will meet you two in the Great Hall for breakfast,” she said. They just waved her off, trying not to think about breakfast.

Hermione went up to the owlery. Picking out a medium brown owl, she fastened her package to him and sent him on his way. She quickly left for the Great Hall.

Upon entering the hall, she saw Ron and Harry eating like they hadn’t ever eaten before. “I thought you two were hangover?” she asked, taking her seat next to Ron.

Harry lifted up an empty bottle and smiled. “Compliments of Dumbledore,” beamed Ron. She looked around and saw that all of the seventh years had a bottle of hangover relief potion on their plates. Looking down, she saw she had one too, but she just moved it to the side of her plate and served herself some food.

They were visiting with each other when she noticed Severus walk up to the High Table.

He sat down in his designated chair and poured himself some coffee. He was relieved that another school year was over and he would have two months to himself. Taking a sip of his coffee, his eyes carefully scanned the hall, casually taking a glimpse of Hermione. She was visiting with Harry and Ron, but managed to look up at him, giving him a quick smile. As much as he wanted to return it, now was not the time. He looked away from her just in time to see a brown owl approaching him with a package. When it landed near his plate, he quickly unfastened the package. The owl took off while Severus opened the letter.

Dear Severus,

Thank you for the potions you left. You
always know what I need, but this time
you gave me two too many potions. I
am returning the hangover relief potion
because last night I did not drink so I
cannot blame last night’s activities on
alcohol. The second potion is the memory
potion. As I told you last time, I want to
cherish my nightly activities with you.
I do love the way you celebrate Severus.

Sincerely,
Hermione

He closed the letter. Taking the box, he tucked both into his robes and continued eating breakfast.

Hermione watched him as he read the letter and noticed a small smile spread across his mouth. That was all she wanted, to see him smile. She turned her attention back to Harry and Ron.

Before she knew it, she was on the train, ready to begin her life after Hogwarts.

~TBC