Snape's Discovery

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A/N: Ok I just wanted you to know that everything you read comes from my head. If it in anyway resembles other stories its purely accidental, I have only been on the Fan Fiction scene for a few months now and have not read everything out there… I am not naive to think NO one has ever done a story like this before me and I’m not ignorant to believe NO one will write another one after me… this is all in fun and that is how I’m going to keep it… thanks everyone who Read and Reviewed!

spaz141 and Valtiel thanks for your kind reviews I’m glad you like it!

And to OzRatbag2.. I never read any of the stories you listed. How can I say that I was inspired bym ifm if I had never read them? Thank you for reading though and opening my eyes that not everyone understands that there are stories out there that we all have not read and may cause conflict.

chapter 2: The Dream

Snape didn’t know what time it was, since there was no clock in this room when he heard her door close and saw from under the door her light go out. He laid there waiting for her to go to sleep. He finally got up and walked silently to her door and listened. He could hear her soft regular breathing indicating she was asleep. He quietly turned the computer back on and started to read the story once again were he left off…

He was just finishing up the end of chapter 4 on the third story or should he say fantasy she had written when he looked up at the window and saw a soft tint of blue. He looked over to the clock and it read 5:30. Hermione would be up in half an hour so he turned off the computer and softly returned to bed. He fell deeply asleep and dreamt.

Snape came crashing into the classroom of seventh years. He turned and looked at his class. It was the one of two years ago. Yes, there was Mr. Potter and his trusted sidekick, Ron Weasley and good God, Neville Longbottom! This wasn’t a dream this was a nightmare! Hell that class was always his worse nightmare come to life! Then he saw her sitting up straight, waiting for his instructions as she had always done, but this time she looked as if she held her breath. Her eyes were on him intently, it was the same look he had seen for years but now… now it showed much more to him. He gave them their assignment. He talked more to the dream class then he ever did in real life. He briefly wondered if he did it because she liked his voice. He walked silently around the room sneaking up on people as they worked seeing the sweat pour down their faces from the heat of the cauldrons and the fear he inflicted, he could smell their fear and it gave him a deep satisfaction to know that they respected him, even though he knew it was only through fear.

He slid up behind Hermione Granger as she whispered something to Longbottom, he heard her tell him how to fix his potion. “How many times have I told you Miss Granger!” he thundered behind her. “Do NOT help Mr. Longbottom! 50 points from Gryffindor and Detention. See me after class and I will tell you when and where. Now GET BACK TO WORK!” Of course a part of him recognized that he did drawl out his words for the most frightening and dramatic affect, for she jumped at the sound of his voice and looked like she was about to wet her panties… now he thought to himself in what way would those panties be wet? Smirking he went to sit behind his desk, not only because he wanted to sit down but to hid the growing erection he seemed to be getting.

The end of class came swiftly, he only wished his real classes would go so quickly. Soon Miss Hermione Granger was standing before him waiting. To him she looked like she was waiting for the executioner to bring down his ax. He found he didn’t like her being afraid of him but never mind any use in changing now, not to mention there was still a couple of students in the classroom. This alone was odd since his student’s usually tripped over each other to get out of his classes.

“Miss Granger,” he said evilly. “Why is it that you feel you must always go against my orders?”

“Sir you said to stay here after class.”

“Silence,” she jumped at his commanding voice. “You know what I mean, Miss Granger. You WILL be here directly after dinner, in my office. Is that understood!”

“Yes sir,” she said meekly. By the gods he hated meek women!

After dinner that passed as a blur he sat in his office waiting her arrival. A soft knock sounded at his door. “Enter,” he spoke just loud enough for her to hear.

The door opened and Hermione came quietly into the room. This time she wasn’t meek, only quiet. Waiting to know what he wanted her to do.

He leaned forward placing his elbows on his desk as his hands steepled, he pressed his lips to this intertwined fingers, watching her as her eyes followed. It seemed she couldn’t stop starring at his lips.

“Sit down Miss Granger, I’m tired of watching you shift from foot to foot,” he said even though he knew she wasn’t doing any such thing. He stood up and walked slowly toward her.

“What am I going to do with you Miss Granger? I’m starting to get the feeling you want to be in detention. For the gods know you pushed me enough times.”

“Sir I didn’t mean to,” Hermione started

“Silence,” he said softly and authoritatively, as he now towered over her as she sat in her chair. Unhurriedly he leaned over her, placing his hands on the armrests on either side of her trapping her within. His face was only mere centimeters from hers. Their eyes met His dark and piercing, hers wide with uncertain. \"Do you know what I think, Miss Granger?” he whispered seductively.

“No.” her voice so low that if he wasn’t so close to her, he wouldn’t have heard it.

“I think you want to be here. I think you’ve been pushing my buttons for years. Why? So we can be alone… just you and me.” His voice a deep throaty purr.

“Why?” she swallowed hard. Her eyes lowered but only to rest on his lips. “Why do you think that sir?\" Again her voice still extremely low.


“Because Hermione.” her eyes shot back to his he had never used her first name before. His deep black pools captured her. “You watch me, I know you do. You hold your breath in the beginning of class and when you are not working on your potions or helping Longbottom against my wishes, you watch me. I’ve seen it outside of class, in the Great Hall, in the corridors between classes. Do you like the way I move Hermione?” Hermione took a deep breath; his voice was doing strange things to her.

“Yes,” she replied even lower if that was humanly possible. Her tongue ran smoothly across her lips. Severus watched the movement hungrily. She bit her lower lip in confusion and this action brought out a moan from his own lips. Suddenly he was nibbling on her bottom lip in a soft slow kiss. Her quick intake of breath opened her mouth slightly. Severus taking this as an invitation plunged his tongue into her mouth.

He slowly pulled away without breaking the kiss, but encouraging her to rise with him. As they stood his hands snaked into her soft hair, moving to the back of her neck tilting her head back so he could deepen the kiss. He felt more then heard her breath becoming harder and more erratic her moans lost in his mouth, driving him to push the kiss deeper. His hands where roaming over her soft small luscious body, as her arms woven around his neck pulling him deeper.

Painstakingly, he removed her robe to find her wearing a soft green camisole he knew she was not wearing before. He smiled against her lips, his dream placed her in green, his house colors. Once a Slytherin always a Slytherin. His mind ran though all the scenarios that he had read on the computer that the authors of fan fiction like to write. Braced on the wall, on his desk, in a chair, on a couch he doesn’t have, on the floor, and lastly in his bed. None of them ever thought of the position he so incredibly enjoys. With a flick of his wand he was nude and she still only wearing the small satin green camisole. Bringins has hands up under the thin piece of fabric he broke the kiss to pull it over her head.

Her eyes were laden with desire; Severus knew he wouldn’t last long if this kept up. He started to kiss and nibble on the soft warm flesh of her neck. He placed his hands on her arse and lifted her up. She automatically wrapped her legs around his waist. She didn’t weigh hardly anything. He loved that she was so light, it made what he wanted to do so much more pleasurable. Standing in the middle of the room he lifted her so she would come down on his swollen erection

He let out a loud moan as he entered her, she was heaven, all warm and wet. Her tight walls incasing him within her, slowly he helped her move over him. This was not an easy position it takes a lot of strength and muscle control. He knew she would be sore afterward but he made sure he had something for that before she left his office.

Their movements started slow, then he started to thrust a bit harder, just a bit deeper each time until she was yelling for him to go deeper yet harder and faster then the last. Every time she encouraged him he complied until he was losing all control. Hermione let out a loud cry of wanton ecstasy she leaned back until she was laying flat suspended only by his strong arms… he slammed into her using her body as momentum to bring them both tumbling over the edge. He felt his warm seed spill into her and her panting heavily as he lifted her up toward him again. Her legs still wrapped around his waist and her head resting on his shoulder with her face in his neck.

He tilted his head until their lips met in a soft slow kiss. Knock... ‘Damn Dumbledore,’ Snape thought.

Knock, knock… “Professor?” Hermione said tiredly

Knock… ‘Maybe he’ll just go away,’ Snape thought again.

Knock… Knock! It got louder. “Professor?”

Snape’s eyes snapped open. KNOCK… “Are you all right?” it was Hermione’s muffled voice on the other side of the door.

He looked down at his erection; ‘this will not do for her to see me in this state’. He thought to himself. So he grabbed his bathrobe and threw open the door. Hermione’s hand was raised as if to knock again.

Oh sorry professor, I was just worried,” she said as she cast her eyes down. She hated when he looked like this… or did she? His hair was on his face, his face for once had color, flushed with sleep and possible part of a flu he must have gotten. She could see he was still not feeling well for it looked like she had woken him up. She tried to just open the door to look but he put wards up. She knew from his past that he probably couldn’t sleep without them up. Old habits die-hard as they say.

“Thank you Miss Granger but as you can see I’m quite fine.”

“You do not look fine Professor, if you don’t mind my saying so.You really don’t look well at all, I have some pepper-up potion if you need it.”

“No thank you Miss Granger, now may I ask what are you doing home so early?”

“So early? Professor its after 3pm and my last class were over at 2:45 the same time I always get out.”

“Bloody Hell! Are you telling me I slept all day?” he exclaimed.

“Yes it would seem so Professor,” she said smiling.

“What may I ask is so funny, Miss Granger.?”

“Oh just it seems your body is smarter then you are sir.”

“Explain yourself!”

“Well sir. When one is not feeling well sleep is usually the best medicine and since your body made you sleep then you must have needed it, whether you thought so or not.”

“Indeed.”

“Yes, now I’m going to make some tea would you like some?”

“That would be lovely thank you.” With that he turned to close the door, so he didn’t see Hermione’s reaction when she saw that his bath robe had slightly opened to the view of his rather obvious erection. She turned quickly to go to the kitchen and closed the door.

Leaning on the door she couldn’t believe that he was well… so well endowed. She knew from her friends that men sometimes woke up with an erection, it didn’t mean that they were interested. It was just a male body reaction when they slept. Hermione sighed, still she knew she was going to have some erotic dreams tonight of a very damn sexy Potion Master that just happens to be in the next room! What was she thinking when she invited him here. You really have to ask that? A voice in the back of her head chastised her. Incredibly frustrated Hermione started to make tea.

An equally frustrated Snape decided to take a very quick and very cold shower, which did the trick of cooling down his body temperature as well as his erection. He got dressed and joined Hermione in the kitchen for tea and lunch. Soup and sandwiches. They were not Hogwarts\' standards, but not bad for a light lunch or in Snape’s case, breakfast and lunch. Hermione mentioned a few of the plants that he was suppose to research, and she told him that she found some good sites for what he was looking for, so the rest of the night with a break for dinner he looked into them as she sat studding on the couch.

Well one thing about that night, Snape told himself, he got some serious work done. He was still researching when she went to bed. Trying to make up for the past two days of nonworking.

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Thank you all for reading... i hope this is long enough!!! I\'m just getting over a relaps of the flu so I\'m sorry about the long wait... and as for Twin Link its taking me longer but I will update!!