10 Years After
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Adult ++
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22
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7,023
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114
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Chapter 2
10 Years After
Chapter 2
Disclaimer: I own nothing of what you’re about to read, with the possible exception of the plot, although I’m sure it’s been done before. The places, characters, etc. belong to JK Rowling. Thanks.
A/N: Thanks so much for the reviews. I’m sorry it’s taken me a few days to update, but I’ve been kicked in the ass by real life and let’s just say that a friend needed me more than this fiction did. I’m back now, and I hope you enjoy this chapter. Not sure how long this fic is going to be, I guess I’ll go by the readers’ reactions. I will not hold the tale hostage to reviews (I hate it when people do that), but how long it ends up being will be somewhat determined by my own interest in the tale and the interest of the readers.
New York City: March 24, 2008, early am; Grand Wizard Hotel, penthouse suite.
Hermione and Severus apparated into the well appointed penthouse suite of the Grand Wizard Hotel. Hermione stumbled a bit on the landing and gazed around the room in awe.
“This is amazing, Severus,” she said.
“Only the best,” replied Severus, “if I have to spend time at a conference, I at least would like to live in style.”
“Understandable,” said Hermione with a grin, “after all, you are used to the splendour of the Hogwarts dungeons.”
Severus wrapped his arms around Hermione from behind her and teased nip nipples into stiff peaks, “they’re private, and more than style, I crave privacy.”
Hermione moaned and realized that she was still gloriously nude and that her former potions bastard was once again doing amazing things to her body with his fingers. One hand brushed up against her mound and gently stroked her into opening.
“You’re wet,” he commented.
“Very,” replied Hermione, “I want you so badly.”
Severus grinned at her and quickly picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. He deposited her on the large bed and gazed at her as she stretched her body out and parted her legs. She had never wanted a man more than she wanted Severus Snape. Never. Not even her husband. Hermione loved Harry. She just never felt that “Have to have you NOW!” feeling with him. Sex with Harry was perfunctory. It was fine, but it was routine and devoid of passion. She couldn’t even remember the last time he performed oral sex on her. He claimed not to like it. Clearly Severus was of a different opinion and for that, Hermione was grateful. What she wanted right this second, though, was to feel Severus inside her. She wanted that now, no more foreplay necessary. Just him, and her, and raw sex.
“Now, Severus, I want you NOW!” she said.
“At your command, Professor Granger,” he replied, taking off his shirt and unbuttoning, then unzipping his jeans, as Hermione lay back on the bed and watched him intently.
Severus charmed his boots off, realizing that some of the suaveness of the moment would be lost if he stumbled trying to get his pants off before his boots. He slipped his jeans down his long lean legs and kicked them off. Hermione practically purred as she stared at his boxer briefs, the outline of his hard cock clearly visible. Hermione sat up and pulled him closer to her via the waistband of his shorts. She licked her lips as she traced his cock with her finger.
“Gods, I want this in me. I think I have for years now,” she said, as she slowly pulled his shorts down, exposing the object of her quest. He was bigger than she thought he’d be, but slender and perfectly formed. In spite of her throbbing to have him actually inside her, she couldn’t help herself from reaching out her tongue to caress the tip of his rock hard cock. She felt him exhale and once again lay back on the bed, opening herself to him, “now, Severus. Inside me, now.”
Severus pulled her down to the edge of the impossibly high bed and spread her open wider as he slipped the head of his cock inside her. Hermione wrapped her legs around his waist as he plunged himself inside her. She moaned as she felt herself contract around his cock.
“Hard and fast, Severus, I need it hard and fast,” she said.
Without a word, he increased the speed and intensity of his thrusts, his dark hair falling into his eyes as he pumped his former student for all they were both worth. Hermione was panting and moaning, pinching and rolling her own nipples between her fingers as Severus held her hips to steady himself. She wanted it as hard and as fast as he could give it to her. She wanted the rough animalistic sex her husband denied her. She wanted to let herself go to deep dark places as this man fucked her senseless. She barely felt like Hermione Granger-Potter anymore. She felt like a wanton sex goddess. And that is exactly what Severus thought she looked like, laying there, hands roaming her own body, chest flushed with sexual excitement, nipples drawn and hard, her long hair spread over the bed, eyes half closed, mouth open, panting and moaning…the way she looked only spurred him on and he pounded into her over and over again, feeling her muscles clench as her body readied itself to climax. What surprised Severus, besides the fact that she was there with him at all, was his desire to please this woman, the goddess formerly known as mousy Hermione Granger-Potter. Hermione clamped down hard on his cock as she moaned loudly with her climax. Severus continued thrusting, slower now, until her tight muscles milked the orgasm from him. She reached up and pulled him down on top of her, kissing him hard.
“That was bloody amazing,” she gasped, “if I knew you could do that when I was in school, I would have gotten more detentions.”
“If I had known that was what you were after, all your detentions would have been with Flich,” he responded, moving his head down and nuzzling her nipples.
Hermione chuckled as she stroked his hair, surrendering to the pleasure of having his tongue and teeth manipulate her hard nipples. This night had not turned out the way she had expected. She certainly didn’t anticipate running into Severus Snape, finding him incredibly attractive, knocking back shots of whiskey and snifters of brandy with him, having him go down on her on a pool table in a wizard owned Irish pub in the middle of Muggle New York City, then having him fuck the shit out of her back in his hotel room. And now…now he was sucking on her nipples while she contemplated having to go back to England, and back to her mundane married life with her good but staid husband. She sighed.
“Problem, Hermione?” asked Severus, lifting his head from her breasts.
“Not exactly,” she replied, “just wondering how I’m going to be able to go back to my life after this.”
“Just forget it happened,” he said matter-of-factly, “I could always Obliviate you.”
“That’s the problem, Severus, I don’t want to forget that it happened. This is the best thing that has ever happened to me. In these past few hours, I feel more alive than I ever have. I don’t ever want to forget the way you made me feel,” she said, running her fingers over the soft dusting of hair across his chest.
“Our actions have consequences, Hermione,” he said, “and there will be repercussions to this night.”
“I don’t care,” she stated, her hand following the line of hair that led to his cock. She ran her finger over the tip, feeling it spring to life. She followed her hand with her mouth and traced the veins on his hardening cock with her tongue.
“I don’t care either,” he said, as he submitted to her mouth with a groan.
TBC (again, if you’re interested in my continuing)
Chapter 2
Disclaimer: I own nothing of what you’re about to read, with the possible exception of the plot, although I’m sure it’s been done before. The places, characters, etc. belong to JK Rowling. Thanks.
A/N: Thanks so much for the reviews. I’m sorry it’s taken me a few days to update, but I’ve been kicked in the ass by real life and let’s just say that a friend needed me more than this fiction did. I’m back now, and I hope you enjoy this chapter. Not sure how long this fic is going to be, I guess I’ll go by the readers’ reactions. I will not hold the tale hostage to reviews (I hate it when people do that), but how long it ends up being will be somewhat determined by my own interest in the tale and the interest of the readers.
New York City: March 24, 2008, early am; Grand Wizard Hotel, penthouse suite.
Hermione and Severus apparated into the well appointed penthouse suite of the Grand Wizard Hotel. Hermione stumbled a bit on the landing and gazed around the room in awe.
“This is amazing, Severus,” she said.
“Only the best,” replied Severus, “if I have to spend time at a conference, I at least would like to live in style.”
“Understandable,” said Hermione with a grin, “after all, you are used to the splendour of the Hogwarts dungeons.”
Severus wrapped his arms around Hermione from behind her and teased nip nipples into stiff peaks, “they’re private, and more than style, I crave privacy.”
Hermione moaned and realized that she was still gloriously nude and that her former potions bastard was once again doing amazing things to her body with his fingers. One hand brushed up against her mound and gently stroked her into opening.
“You’re wet,” he commented.
“Very,” replied Hermione, “I want you so badly.”
Severus grinned at her and quickly picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. He deposited her on the large bed and gazed at her as she stretched her body out and parted her legs. She had never wanted a man more than she wanted Severus Snape. Never. Not even her husband. Hermione loved Harry. She just never felt that “Have to have you NOW!” feeling with him. Sex with Harry was perfunctory. It was fine, but it was routine and devoid of passion. She couldn’t even remember the last time he performed oral sex on her. He claimed not to like it. Clearly Severus was of a different opinion and for that, Hermione was grateful. What she wanted right this second, though, was to feel Severus inside her. She wanted that now, no more foreplay necessary. Just him, and her, and raw sex.
“Now, Severus, I want you NOW!” she said.
“At your command, Professor Granger,” he replied, taking off his shirt and unbuttoning, then unzipping his jeans, as Hermione lay back on the bed and watched him intently.
Severus charmed his boots off, realizing that some of the suaveness of the moment would be lost if he stumbled trying to get his pants off before his boots. He slipped his jeans down his long lean legs and kicked them off. Hermione practically purred as she stared at his boxer briefs, the outline of his hard cock clearly visible. Hermione sat up and pulled him closer to her via the waistband of his shorts. She licked her lips as she traced his cock with her finger.
“Gods, I want this in me. I think I have for years now,” she said, as she slowly pulled his shorts down, exposing the object of her quest. He was bigger than she thought he’d be, but slender and perfectly formed. In spite of her throbbing to have him actually inside her, she couldn’t help herself from reaching out her tongue to caress the tip of his rock hard cock. She felt him exhale and once again lay back on the bed, opening herself to him, “now, Severus. Inside me, now.”
Severus pulled her down to the edge of the impossibly high bed and spread her open wider as he slipped the head of his cock inside her. Hermione wrapped her legs around his waist as he plunged himself inside her. She moaned as she felt herself contract around his cock.
“Hard and fast, Severus, I need it hard and fast,” she said.
Without a word, he increased the speed and intensity of his thrusts, his dark hair falling into his eyes as he pumped his former student for all they were both worth. Hermione was panting and moaning, pinching and rolling her own nipples between her fingers as Severus held her hips to steady himself. She wanted it as hard and as fast as he could give it to her. She wanted the rough animalistic sex her husband denied her. She wanted to let herself go to deep dark places as this man fucked her senseless. She barely felt like Hermione Granger-Potter anymore. She felt like a wanton sex goddess. And that is exactly what Severus thought she looked like, laying there, hands roaming her own body, chest flushed with sexual excitement, nipples drawn and hard, her long hair spread over the bed, eyes half closed, mouth open, panting and moaning…the way she looked only spurred him on and he pounded into her over and over again, feeling her muscles clench as her body readied itself to climax. What surprised Severus, besides the fact that she was there with him at all, was his desire to please this woman, the goddess formerly known as mousy Hermione Granger-Potter. Hermione clamped down hard on his cock as she moaned loudly with her climax. Severus continued thrusting, slower now, until her tight muscles milked the orgasm from him. She reached up and pulled him down on top of her, kissing him hard.
“That was bloody amazing,” she gasped, “if I knew you could do that when I was in school, I would have gotten more detentions.”
“If I had known that was what you were after, all your detentions would have been with Flich,” he responded, moving his head down and nuzzling her nipples.
Hermione chuckled as she stroked his hair, surrendering to the pleasure of having his tongue and teeth manipulate her hard nipples. This night had not turned out the way she had expected. She certainly didn’t anticipate running into Severus Snape, finding him incredibly attractive, knocking back shots of whiskey and snifters of brandy with him, having him go down on her on a pool table in a wizard owned Irish pub in the middle of Muggle New York City, then having him fuck the shit out of her back in his hotel room. And now…now he was sucking on her nipples while she contemplated having to go back to England, and back to her mundane married life with her good but staid husband. She sighed.
“Problem, Hermione?” asked Severus, lifting his head from her breasts.
“Not exactly,” she replied, “just wondering how I’m going to be able to go back to my life after this.”
“Just forget it happened,” he said matter-of-factly, “I could always Obliviate you.”
“That’s the problem, Severus, I don’t want to forget that it happened. This is the best thing that has ever happened to me. In these past few hours, I feel more alive than I ever have. I don’t ever want to forget the way you made me feel,” she said, running her fingers over the soft dusting of hair across his chest.
“Our actions have consequences, Hermione,” he said, “and there will be repercussions to this night.”
“I don’t care,” she stated, her hand following the line of hair that led to his cock. She ran her finger over the tip, feeling it spring to life. She followed her hand with her mouth and traced the veins on his hardening cock with her tongue.
“I don’t care either,” he said, as he submitted to her mouth with a groan.
TBC (again, if you’re interested in my continuing)