By the Boulders in the Moonlight (Edit)

Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to JKR. All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
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Chapter 2 ~ Getting Bolder by the Boulders

Hermione stared up at the wizard. He knew. Gods he knew.

"No…Professor," she began.

"Don't lie to me, Miss Granger," he said to her quietly, "I've seen us in your mind. What I was doing to you. You are quite imaginative for an untouched witch," the wizard said.

Hermione met his eyes, and she felt herself crumbling inside

"I'm…I'm sorry sir. I can't seem to help myself…I've tried sir. I've really tried. But the dreams, the thoughts…they just won't go away," Hermione said, her voice catching as she tried not to cry.

This was too terrible. He had seen her fantasies. What could he possibly think of her?

The Potions Master considered her.

"Why do you feel the need to apologize to me, Miss Granger?" he asked her.

Hermione gulped back her tears.

"I imagine that is a very disturbing thing to see in the mind of one of your students, particularly when you would never do such a thing to one of your charges," the witch said. "I'm sorry you had to see that, sir. I'm sorry such acts with you are in my mind at all," the witch said, dropping her head.

The Potions Master was silent for several moments.

"You believe you know what I would and would not do, Miss Granger? That is rather presumptuous, don't you think?" the wizard said to the witch, who hadn't ceased trembling since he grabbed her arm and pulled her back.

He still had hold of her arm…a gentle but firm grip. She could feel the heat of his hand through the sleeve of her robes, his fingers curled almost possessively around her flesh. His touch was unnerving her but exciting her. She wished he'd let her go, but a part of her wished he would touch her more. It took a moment for his response to settle into her psyche.

"I don't think it presumptuous in this case, Professor. You would never shag a student," Hermione replied, trying to sound confident and sure despite her insides feeling as if they were made of jiggling Jell-o.

Still, she got it out. The reality of her situation. That the Potions Master would never consider doing such a thing to her, even if she wanted it more than her next breath.

The wizard cocked his head at her.

"You are correct, Miss Granger. I would never shag a student. I don't shag. Shagging implies a sex act that is light and frivolous. I am not capable of being either, Miss Granger. I am a man…not a boy. I don't shag. I am also incredibly selfish when it comes to sex, so I don't 'make love' either. I fuck," the wizard purred at her. "Now ask me, Miss Granger…would I fuck a student?"

There was a dark light in the wizard's eyes as he looked at her expectantly. Hermione felt a gush of moisture fill her knickers, and shuddered noticeably. By the look on his face, Hermione suspected the wizard knew what had just happened to her.

"Ask me," he hissed at her, command in his voice.

Hermione felt herself go boneless as she asked in a very small voice, "Professor Snape, would you fuck a student?"

She felt a bit of a shudder from the wizard this time, transferred from his hand. He stared at her before answering.

"Normally, no, I would not, Miss Granger. But here by the boulders in the moonlight, I find my resolve wavering," he said in a low voice. "Yet I believe the real answer to that question depends upon you, Miss Granger. How badly do you want these dreams and fantasies to stop and your grades to go back to their original level of competency?"

Hermione's body felt as if it were about to ignite. She couldn't believe this was happening…that the cold Potions Master might be willing to relieve her of her desire for him.

"Very badly sir. I'm not myself," she said almost in a whisper.

The Potions Master released her arm moved closer to her, and the witch backed up instinctively until she was backed against the large boulder she had been sitting on. Now the wizard stood mere inches from her. His closeness made Hermione feel almost drunk, as if the world itself was losing its reality.

"You think I could return you to yourself if I fucked you, Miss Granger?" the wizard asked.

One pale hand rose and smoothed itself over her cheek, and Hermione gasped in reaction, her body buckling in response to his touch. His hand was warm and slightly roughened by the small burns and calluses he had acquired from years of Potions making. The wizard watched her reaction to just his touch and his gaze intensified. The witch stood trembling before him, unable to answer. But the wizard wanted an answer.

"Do you think my fucking you would help you, witch?" he asked her, irritation in his voice…along with something else more primal…feral.

"Yessss," Hermione breathed helplessly, fire washing over her. It took all her strength not to lean forward into the dark wizard's body. She wanted to feel him press against her.

"I see," the wizard said shortly, stepping back from the witch a bit, and watching her body lean forward for a moment, following him, before Hermione pulled herself back with an effort.

The wizard began to pace, his hands clasped behind his back. From time to time he would stop and look at Hermione. Finally he stopped pacing, frowning at her slightly.

"You are little more than a girl, Miss Granger. You have no idea what you are asking for," he said to her, an eyebrow arched as his eyes swept over her slender body.

"I don't think any virgin really knows, Professor…but that doesn't stop the urge. The need," the witch replied.

The wizard stared at her again.

"You are the age of consent, Miss Granger and there are no rules at Hogwarts that forbid a teacher from fraternizing with a student the age of consent. If I did as you wanted, there would be no legal recourse against me…however there would be a question of morality and ethics. I would be accused of having had designs on you and most likely seducing you. It is clear to see however, Miss Granger…that you are seducing me. I haven't been with a woman in a very long time, particularly a woman who had feelings for me, even if those feeling are hormonal and based rather loosely on my being the logical choice as her deflowerer."

The Professor's mention of logic served to sober the witch a bit. What was logical about wanting to be ravished by your Potions Professor who was twice your age, cold, mean and sarcastic beyond belief? Nothing that she could see.

"Logical choice?" she asked him.

The wizard nodded, approaching her again. And once again his proximity caused a physical reaction. Hermione practically writhed against the boulder. The Potions Master looked down at her, his large nostrils flaring slightly as if he could scent her arousal.

He spoke.

"Miss Granger, for you sex will be a learning experience. True to your nature, you would not seek out someone with as little knowledge as your own. A boy your age would not be your first choice, simply because he is so young and thus, inexperienced. I am currently the youngest male teacher at Hogwarts and you assume I am experienced in intercourse, which I am. Add to this the fact that I am considered dark, anti-social and untouchable. I keep to myself, Miss Granger. Therefore I am very unlikely to reveal a tryst with you to anyone. I am also 'taboo' as far as students go. But it is the things that should not be touched which are the most alluring," he purred at the witch. "Plus, you know I am a spy for the Order, and what I endure for the greater good. This makes me 'a man's man' in your eyes. A hero. And what woman doesn't want to fuck a hero, Miss Granger?"

Hermione felt a pulse of heat at his words. Yes, he was a hero in her eyes…an unspoken, unappreciated hero who put his life on the line for everyone with no recognition, no reward. This made him selfless as well. Hermione thought…she thought he might get some pleasure from her. That would be some compensation, at least on her part for all he'd done for the wizarding world. She would like to be a source of pleasure for the dark wizard. It seemed he had so little in his life. The wizard continued.

"The students love to hate me, Miss Granger, and I in turn appreciate their hatred…it keeps me from having to interact with them any more than necessary…"

The Professor looked at her with a strange light in his eyes.

"…but you, Miss Granger…have never hated me. You appreciate my knowledge and my skills. You think me brilliant, and you gravitate to brilliance. You even appreciate my sarcasm, my perceived snarkiness. Like me, you have no love of idiocy or stupidity. I've watched you develop over the years, Miss Granger. That you are attracted to me in this manner is no surprise, considering the poor selection of suitable males at Hogwarts. As I said, I am the logical choice."

"And then, there is the discovery factor…the feeling of accessing a great secret, solving a great mystery. As the cold, greasy git of the dungeons, I am supposed to have no human feelings. If I fucked you, Miss Granger, you would have proof positive that I am a man like any other man, with the same urges, the same desires. Something no one else could claim. You like to be the first in everything, Miss Granger. You would like to be the first to discover me, what kind of man I truly am. Others might see me as taking advantage of your burgeoning sexuality, when in reality it is I who would be your conquest should I do this."

Hermione looked up at him, the moonlight catching her eyes and making them appear almost luminous. The wizard swallowed. Gods, he hadn't experienced a buckling, passionate woman wrapped around his cock in such a long time. And the witch wanted him badly. A virgin. He had never been any witch's first. And Hermione was no bubble headed bit of fluff. She was brilliant, mature for her age in most matters and had a promising future ahead of her. The witch would be the very cream at the top of the wizarding world. When she became that, most likely she would be beyond his reach. He wouldn't have such an opportunity with her again.

"Now the question is, young lady…am I willing to be your conquest?" he said to her, his eyes sweeping over her youthful body once more. He felt a throb of desire.

"The gods forgive me…but yes I am," he breathed, moving into the witch and pressing his body against hers, feeling the young woman shudder against him as she felt his growing erection pulsing against her belly. She felt delicious.

The wizard looked around the barren area, his eyes resting on all the stones before turning back to Hermione, who was looking at him half-lidded, her mouth slack from his contact. She was panting heavily as the Potions Master moved against her sensuously, preparing her for even closer contact.

"You've certainly chosen an austere setting to lose your virginity in, Miss Granger," he said softly, grinding his swollen organ against the gasping witch, "but we'll make due. We'll make due."

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A/N: The quick heat up. Ah, gotta love PWPs. Lol. "I am the most logical choice." No hint of ego there, Sev. Severus' assessment of Hermione's desire for him was fun to write. Nothing more entertaining than "the psychological profile of a randy little witch." Oh and so sorry about the punny title to this chapter. I simply couldn't resist the groan factor. Anyway, please review.