The First Summer and Summer Series

Hermione had been right. Tradewind Island was a nice place. Tropical, private, and the beach looked relaxing. Normally, Snape avoided the muggle world like the plague. But he had needed somewhere to run and with Hermione on his mind, this simply was the first place he thought of. He had changed his black wizard’s rofor for typical English businessman’s holiday attire, tan cotton slacks and white loose cotton shirt. He pulled his long hair back into a sleek small ponytail as he had seen other men do. Noticing a small diamond stud earring on a fellow male traveler, Snape, too, conjured a small earring.
He had arrived at the resort, checked into his room and then gone directly down to the beach. The sand was white, the water blue, the air warm. He found an empty beach chair under an umbrella and an attendant had hurried out to him for a drink order. It was a nice small secluded cove. Severus soon fell asleep.

Hermione had only been home one day before she realized she had to get away. Her parents were driving her mad. They just didn’t realize that she was an adult now. Or maybe she was over reacting? Yes, that was it. With all the stress of final exams, and Severus, and her friends turning on her, she needed a vacation. But where?

Severus sat down to dinner in the small but rustic dining room. It was enclosed on three sides but the fourth side was open to the sea view. There were only a few other guests, couples that wanted to keep to themselves. That suited him. He also wanted to keep to himself. He picked up a menu and ordered a nice bottle of red wine and a sumptuous dinner. He had already been at the resort for two days and he felt much better. After the waiter took his order, he leaned back in his chair and gave a deep sigh of contentment.

When Hermione first walked in to the dining room at the resort, she glanced quickly but briefly around the room. She had been a little nervous about coming on her own but she noticed she wasn’t the only one there alone. There were two couples in the room but there was also a man sitting by himself with his back to her. The waiter brought her a menu. She glanced at it and quickly decided on a meal but the waiter had gone off to collect another table’s order so she sat back to wait.
She looked out at the remains of the sunset on the ocean. It was beautiful. Highlighting the night sky were brilliant hues of rose and pink. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed the man on his own reach for the bottle of wine on his table and fill his glass with clinical precision.
She knew those hands! She had seen them pour many a potion. Amazed, she looked more closely at her dinner companion. Yes, he was wearing white trousers and a pink shirt, something she never thought he’d be caught dead in. Ans hair! ir! It looked quite GQ in the ponytail. He looked like the classic muggle on the outside but it was him. There was no doubt about it.
Unable to resist the temptation, she sneaked up behind him.
“Do you still find my island ridiculously trite?” she whispered in his ear.
The result was electric. Startled, Severus knocked over the glass of wine.
“What are you doing here?” he demanded abruptly, causing the other diners to turn their heads. A waiter came over and righted the glass, mopping ineffectively at the stain.
“Come over to my table.” She picked up his wine bottle and started walking. Severus narrowed his eyes. He had no option but to follow her.
“Well?” he repeated. “Explain!”
Hermione sat and took her time picking up a serviette and unfolding it into her lap. “Perhaps you should be the one to explain. As I recall you had no plans for the summer and yet you show up at my favorite resort.”
Severus almost spluttered. “You were going to your parents’ house! And you told me to come here!”
“I did go to my parents’ house. It was very boring. Besides I deserve a little break before school starts.” Hermione smiled at him. “It really wasn’t planned, Severus. But I’m so glad you’re here.”
He wished he could say the same.

Dinner was delightful. The food and wine flowed almost as fast as their conversation. Often they forgot they were in the muggle world and discussed topics that made the other diners turn their heads in confusion. Severus was amazed once again by her grasp of truly complex topics and, more than once, marveled at the similarity of their thought processes. Hermione saw a new Snape, relaxed, poised, man of the world. He intrigued her as no other man had ever done.
It didn’t seem long before they were the last ones in the dining room and the waiter was coughing softly; giving them some pointed looks.
“I think they’d like to close,” Hermione commented. “Shall we go for a walk on the beach?”
Severus smelled trouble. “It’s rather dark.”
“It’s a full moon,” she teased. “Unless you’re afraid of werewolves?”
“There are more things to worry about than werewolves.”
Hermione stood up and walked out of the open side of the restaurant towards the beach. She stopped, turned and looked at him, waiting.
Feeling like a lamb to the slaughter, he followed. “Except she’s the lamb,” he thought, “I must have self-control.”
As soon as they were on the path, she laced her arm through his. They walked along silently for sometime. The electric warmth from where their arms met made the pair unwilling to stop. Too soon they reached the wall of the cove where the path ended.
“It’s a beautiful night,” Hermione said.
“Yes,” Severus agreed.
Feeling a need to break the ice she teased him gently, “I couldn’t believe it was you, wearing those clothes!”
“What’s wrong with them?” He felt suddenly self-conscious. She came from a muggle family after all. She knew more about such things than he did.
“Nothing!” she said, “That’s what so odd! I didn‘t even recognize you at first.”
“Well, I was traveling incognito,”
They both laughed and Hermione tilted her face up to him to be kissed. Severus gently took her chin in his hand and looked at her tenderly. Her beautiful face, flawless skin, and eyes that had never known pain.
“My dearest Hermione, we shouldn’t be doing this. Let‘s go back.” With a huge effort, he pulled away and tugged her hand to follow him back to the hotel.

Back in her hotel room, Hermione was frustrated. She wanted Severus Snape. She lay on her bed slightly panting, thinking of his deep dark looks, his rich laugh. Why had he rejected her?
Oh, she knew, it was that teacher/student thing. Perhaps she could call him Severus and they could have a drink together but he wouldn’t allow himself to touch her. And she wanted to be touched. She slid her hand down into the soft fine hairs between her legs and gently stroked the small nub she found there. If only it was Severus doing this! She grew wetter, stroking herself with a practiced rhythm. As she reached her climax she wondered what it would be like to have him between her thighs, filling her, riding her, making her come.
Afterwards, she flopped onto her side, looking out the window at the full moon. Hermione had always been very clear about her goals. She was an adult now and had a very straightforward if slightly romantic opinion of sex. Severus was brilliant and attractive. He was fascinating. He had taught her so much so far. He was the man she wanted to initiate her into the art of making love and if she had her way, it would be tomorrow.
Severus was also looking out his window at the very same moon. He had nearly run when he had heard Hermione’s voice in the restaurant. He did believe her that it was coincidence that they were both at the resort, but how cruel fate could be! He wanted to forget her, get his emotions stable once again. He had done well on the walk on the beach, he congratulated himself. It was fortunate that she had that sweetness about her that protected her from his lust. Now he just would have to get through the next day or so. Then he could quietly bow out without hurting her feelings. But judging from the erection throbbing in his pants, that was going to be easier said than done.
The next morning Hermione woke early. A boy from room service brought her coffee. She wrapped in a silk kimono and took her coffee to the terrace. She could see Severus’s room from here. His blinds were pulled back but he hadn’t yet emerged. She turned to the sunrise just peaking over the hill and concentrated on the taste of the coffee. It reminded her of her kiss with Severus at Hogwarts. She had been able to taste coffee in his kiss. It was a flask of coffee that had brought them together.
Severus had just come out of a very cold shower. He rubbed his hair vigorously with a towel and stepped towards the sliding doors. He could see Hermione on her lanai. The fresh morning sun was shining full through her silk gown, giving him a shadowy silhouette. She looked every inch a woman. Severus looked down at himself. He needed another cold shower.
They sat together at breakfast mor morning. Severus took continental with just a roll and coffee. Hermione, however, like a full breakfast. She especially enjoyed the fresh fruit. He tried not to watch as her lips closed sensuously around a piece of papaya. She licked her fingers one by one.
“So, what would you like to do today?” she asked.
“Do?” Severus echoed, “I thought the point of this place was to rest.”
“Hmmm... There is a great archaeological site a couple of miles inland if you feel like a hike.”
This appealed to him, lots of physical exercise and no romantic beach. Anything to get away from watching her eat that fruit! She slid another finger into her mouth and popped it out sensuously. His groin throbbed. Next, she grabbed a strawberry from the bowl and gave it a brief lick before wrapping her lips around the berry and biting off its tip. Her eyes met his. The little minx! She was doing it on purpose!
Severus turned his eyes away. “A hike would be pleasant. I‘ll meet you at the front desk in about an hour.”
“I’ll arrange a lunch,” Hermione promised.
Accordingly, they started out in an hour’s time. The path led into a deep tropical forest. Birds chattered and it smelled moist. Hermione knew where she was going apparently. Clad in shorts and halter-top, she didn’t hesitate which direction to go.
“I used to come here with my parents when I was young,” she explained. “I know every inch of this island from trying to avoid being seen with them. You know what it‘s like at that age.”
At that particular point, he didn’t.
They became hot and sweaty as the morning wore on. Severus tried not to look at Hermione’s beautifully shaped legs walking ahead of him on the narrow path. The trail wasn’t exactly easy. It was nearly noon when they finally reached the site. He was impressed. The ancient stones had been taken back by the forest but they could still be seen and various inscriptions were readable. He took out his wand and performed a translator spell so he could read the writings.
“Oh my goodness! How did you do that?” Hermione asked.
“You’ll learn at the university,”
She leaned over his shoulder to read. The writings told of a Goddess who had been rejected by a mortal and the terrible things that happened to this city through her wrath, causing its destruction. Severus explained to Hermione how many of the so-called gods and goddesses in old muggle legends were really wizards and witches. They tried guessing who this particular one might have been, chatting about remembered lectures from old Professor Binns History of Magic class. Both admitted they had found the classes extremely dull.
“We Slytherins had an agreement that one of us would stay awake and take notes while the rest of us could comfortably doze off.” Severus remembered.
“Typically Slytherin!” she replied with scorn.
“Much more resourceful than anything you Gryffindors could come up with,” he retorted then sighed, tracing the carvings with his index finger. “This should be written down and preserved. There are so many things I’d do if I had the time.”
“Do you have time for lunch?” Hermione joked.
He wasnkfunkful there was no fruit in the basket.
After they had eaten, she took him to a stream that ended in a deep pool. Hermione knelt at the pool and threw a handful of water up into her hot face.
“Much better,” she commented. She pulled off her shoes and dangled her feet in the water while Severus took a handkerchief from his pocket and, wetting it thoroughly, gave his own sweaty skin the once over.
“I must admit, Miss Granger, this island of yours seems to have everything.”
“Don’t call me ‘Miss Granger’. You’ll be taking house points away from me next.”
“Sorry Hermione. Force of habit.”
“Please don’t think of me as a student anymore,” she begged. “I want to be more than that to you.”
His head jerked up and he looked at her sharply. Realizing she might have said too much, she amended, “I want to be your friend.”
Without thinking he blurted, “Like Ron?”
To his relief Hermione laughed delightedly and kicked her feet in the water, “No Severus, nothing like Ron!”
The morning flew by on griffon’s wings. After another long and arduous hike back, they found themselves at the hotel where they booked in for an early dinner. The camaraderie between them eased the sexual tension. But Severus was still finding it difficult to look at her without seeing her beauty, and desiring to possess it, to master it. Hermione could feel the conflicting emotions in him and kept her fingers crossed for a passionate victory. Before dinner he made sure they stayed in very public areas of the resort, no where that another rose garden moment could occur. After dinner he suggested they have cognacs in the pool area.
“Since you like soaking your feet so much,” he teased.
“Only because your feet are sore from all the walking!” she added. And they sat side by side dangling bare feet in the cool depths of the pool, talking, as always. Severus was amazed at how much he could talk with Hermione. Usually he had little to say. The conversation never lagged until they were joined by one of the couples from the resort who slid into the dark niche behind them that contained the hot tub. Although they couldn’t see them, the other couple’s presence caused their own conversation to come to a halt. Severus glanced over his shoulder and saw that the two forms in the hot tub had become one. He saw Hermione glance in their direction as well.
Almost imperceptibly, he felt her move closer him. This was not good. She was gently kicking her feet in the water and she allowed her foot to slowly fall back, brushing against his. An electric charge seemed to be connected between the skin of his foot and his crotch. To make matters worse, there were now unmistakable noises coming from the hot tub behind them.
“I think perhaps we’d best give them some privacy,” he commented. Severus stood and helped Hermione to her feet. As he did, he couldn’t help but look down on her face in the moonlight. So lovely. If only it were he and Hermione back in that hot tub, shagging madly. He tried to force the thought from his mind.
They slowly walked back to her room. Hermione put her hand on the doorknob. “Woyou you like to come in for a drink?”
Exasperated, he let out a sigh. This was too much! He needed her to get something straight. “Hermione, when you ask a man of my age ‘in for a drink’, it means something quite different than having a drink. If I were to come into your room tonight,” he paused, “I wouldn’t be leaving until the morning. Do you understand?”
He waited for her to get angry or to show embarrassment. Instead, she reached around the back of the door handle and pulled out the ‘Do not disturb’ sign. Hanging it on the knob, she took his hand and stepped backwards into roomroom.
Severus followed, giving in to fate.

As soon as the door shut behind them, he wrapped his arms around her and took possession of her mouth. Her enthusiastic response reminded him that she was probably not as innocent as she seemed. Damn Krum! She had reached up and pulled at the band on his ponytail, releasing his hair down around his shoulders. Her mouth moved under his, her tongue darting, her teeth occasionally nipping at his lower lip.
Hermione felt not but but bliss. He wanted her. She felt the strength of his desire in the way he crushed her body to him. She took a step back and saw the curious look in his eyes. He was afraid she had changed her mind. But all she wanted to do was to get out of these ridiculous muggle clothes. She reached up and began slowly unbuttoning his shirt. She felt him reach forward to do the same.
As he undid the second button of Hermione’s blouse, it became very apparent she wasn’t wearing a bra. The two perfect white globes were slowly being revealed, just as perfect as they had been that night in the rose garden. Only now, he would see them in all their glory, not just peeping coyly out from a low neckline. Another button or two and, he sucked in his breath, they were beautiful! Carefully he traced the curve of them with his fingers. Delicately he touched her rosy nipples which responded under his fingers. Finally he cupped them whole, one in each hand, as she leaned into him, enjoying the sensations.
His shirt was open now and Hermione wanted to feel the touch of his bare skin against hers. She pushed forward and rubbed her chest against him. He slid his hands around her shoulders and helped her shrug the blouse to the floor. She responded by tugging at his shirt which joined it. He was kissing her again, lightly, all over her face. Then his lips trailed down her neck, making her tingle with pleasure.
He slid downward on one knee, grasping one of her nipples in his mouth and sucking deeply. She gasped. Nothing could feel this good! Moving his head, Severus gave the same attention to the other nipple, licking, sucking, tugging at the hardened flesh. She was aware of his fingers undoing the zip on her shorts. Her hips gave a wiggle and the shorts slid to the floor. She stepped out of them, revealing a tiny cobweb of silk and lace that some might call panties. He stood, kissing her mouth once again and kneading her nipples gently, sliding his fingers in the moisture left from his kisses. Gently, he guided her backwards towards the bed.
As she took the fall back onto the bed, she watched as Severus slowly unbuttoned his trousers. He bent forward and pulled them off. At first, it was hard to see what he looked like totally naked in the dim light of the room, but as her eyes grew used to the darkness, and he continued to stand, as though needing her approval, she couldn’t take her eyes off the part of him she desired the most at that moment. My god he was huge! Not that she had anything to compare it by. Just a few pictures she’d seen in books. She thought about how she didn’t even like to use tampons because they were uncomfortable and then wondered how he was going to fit all of that into her.
Severus was looking at Hermione on the bed. This was it, he thought, run now or never. She looked beautiful. He knew he wasn’t going to run. He only hoped she wasn’t going to regret this. He was old enough to be her father. Kneeling on the bed beside her, he reached for the lacy knickers and pulled them down as she obligingly lifted herself up. The cobweb of lace hit the floor.
Hermione smiled up at him. She parted her legs invitingly and reached out her arms. Severus moved up to lie beside her, sliding his hand deliciously down her belly and into her secret folds.
Gods! Hermione gasped. How different, how much better it felt having him touch her than touching herself. He coaxed and teased the little button of sensation. She felt him reach further back into her depths and distribute the moisture he found there. He gave her a gentle rhythm as he stroked and explored. Just as she felt she might be going to come under his touch, he slid a finger back into the very core of her. She froze then shifted, pulling his hand away.
Severus misinterpreted the action, thinking she was trying not to climax before the actual coupling. He wanted a little foreplay himself. He took her hand and guided it to his aching manhood. Not that he would need much, he thought. She allowed him to guide her hand over the oozing tip and then slowly down the entire length of the shaft. Two or three such strokes had him panting, trying to restrain. He took his hand off of hers and felt her explore his organ on her own. She slid her finger down the gentle cleft on the underside, nearly causing him to lose control. Then she reached down and gently touched and squeezed his balls.
He could stand no more. Severus lifted himself up and knelt between Hermione’s parted thighs. He slid his hands lovingly up and down her hips.
“This is your last chance my dear Hermione,” he whispered. “Say ‘no’ now or it’s too late to back out.”
“Make love to me Severus.”
With a smile he leaned forward. He kept all of hiightight on one elbow while he used the other hand to guide the head of his arousal at her moist crevice. He slid it up and down and around the entrance, making sure there was plenty of lubrication. Hermione could feel the difference between the moisture from his body and that from hers. It excited her but she was still a little nervous and her body tensed.
He leaned forward and kissed her gently as he began to push in. He didn’t get far. The passage was blocked and under his kiss he felt Hermione make a small sound of pain.
He looked up in surprise, “Are you a...?”
“Of course,” She couldn’t resist needling him. “Who did you think I’d be losing my virginity to at Hogwarts? Neville Longbottom?”
Part of him was pleased. He had wanted to believe that he was her first but the reality of it bothered him. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
Hermione ran her hand down the side of Severus’s face while she looked into the depths of his troubled eyes. “It’s going to happen someday,” she assured him gently. “I want it to be with you. Now.”
She was so willing, so sweet, and damn! He was so ready to explode. Desire overcame hesitation. Severus put wei weight on his forearms, propping himself up over her and rested his fingertips on her shoulders. He decided to do it quickly. He thrust forward in a deep quick thrust, bursting through the barrier. Hermione cried out which was probably the only thing that kept him from coming instantly inside her. Her thighs were quivering around his hips as he lay buried in her to the hilt. He had never taken a virgin before and had no idea of what to do to ease her discomfort. He kept the lower half of his body still as he looked at her face.
There were slight tears in the corner of her eyes but she was breathing again.
“Forgive me?” he whispered. He stayed watching her face. He could tell when she had recovered because some of the trembling in her thighs had lessened. “You are now deflowered.”
She laughed but he saw her wince again as he tried to move inside of her.
“Look, I’ll just stay still and you move when you feel you want to,” he offered.
Hermione shook her head, “That’s not how it’s supposed to be.”
He kissed her chin then her nose, “It can be however we want it. Besides, how would you know? You were a virgin until thirty seconds ago.”
Gradually, Hermione felt the pain dull to an ache. She found she was used to the feeling of being impaled on him. In fact, she had never felt so full and so fulfilled in her entire life. She started to move gently, grinding up against his pubic bone.
Now that he knew the worst of Hermione’s pain was over, Severus was having a hard time staying still. It was sweet torture being in the warm depth of her and not thrusting. He wanted to feel himself sliding in and out of that delicious warmth, so hot and tight. He wanted..HermHermione knew he needed more than he was getting. She slid her hands down his back and cupped his buttocks, pulling and pressing gently to let him know she wanted motion. He obliged. Her passage was still sore but the experience was well worth it. She had never known before how oblivious one could be of everything. She now understood how the people in the hot tub had been able to release their passion so freely even though they had been overlooked.
Severus moved gently inside her at first, sliding up and down in small movements until she relaxed. Soon, however, the tempo changed. He withdrew further and further back with each thrust until she could feel the whole delicious length of him almost leaving her body and then agilely sliding back in. The bed was creaking rhythmically beneath them, heightening her excitement as the cadence amplified. Hermione was aware of his breath growing ragged and heavy in her ear.
He hadn’t intended to make any noise when he climaxed. He had wanted to stay silent. But as the waves of orgasm took him he heard himself groaning Hermione’s name. Her hands slid up to his hair, entwining it in her fingers. She pulled his lips to meet hers. He shuddered and moaned into her mouth. She could feel him throbbing inside her and a surge of warm wetness began to ooze from the space where their bodies met. Severus collapsed on top of her and lay gasping f mom moment. Then, not wanting to make her uncomfortable, he rolled off and scooped her up in his arms, cradling her close.
Hermione felt his fingertips stroking her face, her breasts, her stomach. He kissed her hair and the spot right behind her ear. She snuggled into his arms“Tha“That was nice,” she said. “I’m glad you remembered not to call me ‘Miss Granger’ just then.”
“You little bitch!” Severus growled playfully into her ear. “You just wait, I’ll have you moaning ‘Professor Snape’ at me before this night is out!”
Hermione lay in Severus’s arms for a while, thinking about what had happened. There was a dull ache between her legs and she felt wet and dripping. But emotionally, she was exhilarated. She was officially a woman now, an experienced woman. And, she smirked, a woman who had made Severus Snape moan with pleasure! She glanced up at his face and found him looking at her with concern. He was worried she realized. She smiled at him and leaned up for a kiss.
Reassured by Hermione’s response and still anxious to please her, Severus stole his hand down into her mound, stroking and teasing while they kissed. She sucked in her breath deeply through her nose as his fingers slid sensually through the honey slick heat. She finally had to come up for air. She pulled her mouth away from his and he trailed his lips down her throat, nipping and kissing all the way to her breasts. He kissed and sucked. Occasionally, he lightly bit her nipples, making her gasp.
Then Severus began concentrating on touching her clitoris, keeping his touch light and steady. He listened to the sound of her breathing, felt the trembling of her thighs. He knew she was close to coming. Already aroused again himself, he mounted her eagerly. She was still sore as he pushed gently inside her but she was so excited by now she didn’t mind. She wrapped her arms around his chest and ran her nails down his bare back. He hissed with pleasure, thrusting forward deeply.
He waited. It didn’t take long. Hermione began pushing back against him, rocking impatiently. He picked up her rhythm and made it his own. Severus made sure that she got all the contact she needed, allowing her to grind against him whenever she tipped her hips forward, thrusting softly when she retreated. It wasn’t long until she came, convulsing with pleasure and calling out his name. He felt a glow of triumph.
Hermione lay shuddering with uncontrolled bliss. It bet better than she could have imagined. She could feel muscles she never knew she had clamping down tightly, rhythmically, on Severus’s arousal. Almost immediately she heard a gasp from his lips. Then he moaned and throbbed within her. When his orgasm ended, she opened her eyes and found him gazing down at her.
“Did that make up for before?” he asked.
“There wasn’t anything to make up, ‘Professor Snape’.”
They spent the entire night making love. Hermione lost count of how many times. Occasionally they slept but on the whole the night was given up to pleasure. When Severus got up to use the toilet in the morning, he found his lower body smeared with dried blood. Guilt returned briefly. He tried to remember that it was her choice as well as his. He turned on the shower and began to wash. A small hand slid around his belly. He turned to find his lover, holding a bar of soap.
“Do I get to wash you?” she asked.
“Only if I get to wash you.” They would have made love in the shower as well but he was about spent. He had never had so many orgasms in such a brief span in his entire life, but then he had never known Hermione.
They stood drying themselves before the mirror. Hermione was frowning at her own image.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
She shook her head, “Nothing.”
“Something,” Severus insisted. He was worried she might be regretting this already.
“Will you look at this hair?” she complained. The steam had reverted it to it’s naturally bushy state.
Severus laughed. It was going to be okay.