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Enlightenment
Disclaimer: I don\'t own Harry Potter or anything else you recognize and I\'m not making any money on this. I am simply writing this for my own jollies and hoping everyone else will enjoy it too.
Let’s Put the X in Sex by Nesscafe
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Chapter 3 – Enlightenment
Saturday morning, Severus Snape couldn\'t help feeling the powers that be had finally shone a little light into his miserable dark existence. At least he hoped they were giving him a chance for some form of happiness. His mind kept dredging up the memory of his mystery woman, the naughty picture she\'d sent him, her confession that she wanted him even though she knew he had a disagreeable personality, and best of all her promise to reveal her identity soon. Each thought improved his disposition that much more. By the time he\'d reached the Great Hall for breakfast he was near giddy with the prospect of having such a sexually expressive companion.
He wasn\'t grinning from ear to ear or whistling a merry tune of course, but he was finding it hard to suppress his good mood. He\'d done a good job of glaring at innocent students crossing his pathway to the Head Table, but when Miss Granger offered him a sunny ‘Good morning, Severus!’ he couldn\'t help but reply with a curt ‘Morning, Miss Granger.’ and a nod as he slid into his usual place next to her. The whole table was aghast. Filius halted a rather chatty conversation he was having with Remus Lupin, the newly returned Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. Dumbledore missed his mouth and lost a buttered scone in the expanse of his long white beard. Poppy Pomfrey even choked on her herbal tea. As for Hermione Granger, well she looked oddly like a cat that ate the canary! Had their Severus Snape, actually greeted someone without sarcasm or a wordless but equally off-putting facial expression?
He ignored the startled reactions and poured himself a stout cuppa. It wasn’t like he’d committed murder for Merlin’s sake! He’d just returned a greeting to the chit. It was common for someone to brazenly wish the dour man a good morning. Sure he’d never responded with more then a yellow stained crooked teethed snarl, but he was bound to respond out of common courtesy... Eventually. It wasn’t like he was smiling at them or waxing poetics about sunshine and tweeting birds!
“Severus Snape, you devil, have you poisoned some poor first year Hufflepuf?” Minerva McGonagall accused with a playful smile. She had taught him when he was just a gangly little first year. Now that he was a fellow staff member, she knew him well enough to spot his more pleasant moods and the behaviors that alluded to them.
“What have you been up to that you’re in such an amicable mood?” she teased.
“Amicable? Really, Minerva,” he shot at her with an obstinate raise of an eyebrow, “what makes you think I’m feeling the least bit friendly right now?”
“Don’t play coy with me, boy!” she scolded halfheartedly. “I’ve known you since you were knee high to a kneazle. I haven’t seen you in this good a mood since Albus reinstated the Dueling Club and asked you to partner against Remus here.” She pointed to the werewolf who was now nibbling on a sausage. He had once again been appointed to the position that Snape had coveted for over twenty years and counting.
Severus couldn’t help the smirk from sliding into his thin lips. He remembered quite fondly the very first Dueling Club session. The reaction of the student body when Albus had announced the addition of the new after classes activity had been quite favorable. Defense was a popular subject amongst the pupils. At first the children had been excited about the idea since most of them were old enough to remember the Great War Against Voldemort or had heard stories from the older kids that over half of their professors served in the war. Being taught dueling seemed like a great treat to them, even if one of the instructors was their hated Potions Master. It didn’t hurt the program that Albus had chosen two decorated war heroes to lure them into joining. It was also no big secret that Professor Snape and their new DADA professor were old school rivals. They had been quite eager to see the show as the two professors faced off.
Severus hadn’t disappointed the little miscreants. Then again, neither had the werewolf. It turned out that Lupin had been harboring his own resentment towards Snape. Being outted as a werewolf the last time he taught at the school had subsequently led to him resigning before Albus was forced to fire him. The two vengeful men had sent every legal hex and curse imaginable at each other while the students backed against the walls in fear of getting in the way. By the time the session was over both of them had more then a few cuts and bruises, but had also exhausted most of their pent up aggressions. They still didn’t like each other of course, but there was now a silent respect for each other as well as the bonus of being able to stay in the same room without throwing insults.
“Now, Minerva,” his smirk took on a mischievous tone, “you know that if I was going to poison anyone for fun, it would be you.”
Hermione gave a quiet chuckle, as did Filius and Albus, while Minerva gave him a baleful look.
“Seriously though, Severus,” Lupin turned from his half eaten plate of food and asked, “What gives? It’s not like you to be sociable in the morning.”
“Suppose you mind your own affairs, Wolf,” Snape hissed and everyone seemed to take the hint and turned back to what they were doing before his morning salutations to Miss Hermione Granger. He didn’t like all this attention. Damn, he’d only returned her greeting! Now he was being interrogated!
“Affairs, hmm?” Hermione said softly as she raised an eyebrow at him. She had turned to face him and only he could see her expression since they sat at the end of the table. The look she gave him was unexpected and unnerving. It made him feel like…like she was undressing him with her eyes or something equally unsettling. He supposed it wouldn’t be a bad thing to be disrobed by the attractive young witch. No, he could think of worse fates, then having the ex-Head Girl turned enthusiastic book reading librarian taking off his clothes, just not in the Great Hall and certainly not at the breakfast table where everyone could see.
She cocked her head to the side a little and smirked at him. “I’ll bet I know what you’ve been up to.” She smiled at him. “I’ll bet I know what dirty little secrets you’re hiding, Severus,” she whispered coyly and raised then lowered her eyebrows at him in an overtly suggestive way.
“Is that so, Miss Know-It-All?” he said with a raise of his own eyebrows. Was she actually flirting with him? He would have been surprised except it strangely made sense. She had been rather friendly to him after she became part of the staff. He’d assumed it was her way of trying to win the acceptance he never showed her as a teacher. Perhaps he had been mistaken and her attentions were do to some sort of silly infatuation. How odd, yet how very interesting. He watched her silently for a moment. The message in her cocoa brown eyes eliciting thoughts he knew he shouldn’t be having. He doubted very much that the innocent, bookish librarian knew anything about the kinky picture he wanked off to last week or the mutual fire call sex he’d had last night, but he couldn’t help baiting her. Pretty young witches like her should know better then to play with the big boys.
“Miss Granger, I’ve been nothing but a pillar of virtue since the day I was born,” he said softly and leaned closer to her.
“But, if you think I’ve been naughty then by all means do enlighten me!” he purred in a way she’d only heard once when having sex.
Hermione audibly sucked in a breath and her eyes fluttered shut a split second. He watched as she took her bottom lip between her top teeth and nibbled it. Something he often saw her do as a pupil when nervous or thinking something over. ‘Score one for Severus Snape’ he thought. She really shouldn’t start games she isn’t old enough to finish.
Then she did something unexpected. She smiled at him, leaned even closer, and softly said, ”Maybe I will, but right now I have books to reshelf, a Restricted Section to keep locked, and a book on the properties of advanced invisibility and disillusionment charms to finish.”
Without further ado she pushed back from the table and left an amused Severus Snape behind. ‘Maybe she would indeed!’ he thought as he chuckled at her pitiful excuse. He didn’t know why he was bothering with the chit when there was a real woman out there somewhere, a woman who knew how to engage a wizard in a much more pleasurable sport. Hermione Granger was barely a woman at all… No matter how nicely her robes swished around her shapely hips when she moved…
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Severus spent most of the rest of his Saturday in solitude. Despite what Minerva had said about him being in an amicable mood, he really wasn’t in the mood for company. He much preferred being left alone in his dungeons. He valued his privacy and he was sure they would only badger him until he could take no more of the torture and told them about his mystery woman. He certainly didn’t want to share that news with them! Who would believe him anyways? Things like that only happened to Quidditch stars and the men who wrote to PlayWizard magazine. They did not happen to grouchy aging Potions professors.
He spent most of the morning grading essays in his office, then the afternoon and early part of the evening in his private lab. Lupin’s change was coming in the next week, so he needed to begin making a batch of Wolfsbane potion. He took the rest of his meals in his personal rooms, so he could keep an eye on the simmering brew in his cauldron.
As the day wore on his morning conversations became a distant memory easily forgotten. Before he knew it, day had turned to late evening and there was nothing left for him to do, but cover the pot of Wolfsbane and let it sit through the night until close to the next afternoon. Severus left his office once everything was cleaned and put away and headed for the comfort of his chambers. He selected a book from one of the many shelves around him and settled on the living area sofa for a little light reading before he headed to bed.
Severus had barely read half the first chapter when there was a soft rapping at his door. He quickly set the book down and cursed silently as he got up to see who it was disturbing him this time of night! If one of his Slytherins had been up to something this late at night there would be hell to pay! They knew better then to get caught.
Swinging the door open he barked, “Yes, what is it?” then looked at the petite figure before him.
Bright brown eyes and a cheeky smile greeted him. There stood Hermione Granger with her long curly wild hair wearing a long dark colored velvet wizarding robe covering her from neck to floor. It seemed odd to him as she usually wore Muggle clothes under an open cloak, but he said nothing since he was more concerned with why she was knocking on his door in the first place.
“Good evening, Severus.” She said as if his earlier greeting had not been the least bit offensive. “I‘ve come to enlighten you. May I please come in.?” she asked politely with a soft pleasing smile on her lips.
Severus raised an eyebrow at her in confusion. ‘Enlighten him about what? ‘ He thought. She was smiling so he didn’t think someone had been hurt. If one of his Slytherins was trying to sneak into the Restricted Section again she’d be scowling and… Then slowly he remembered their little morning flirtation.
She must have been more serious then he thought. What an interesting turn of events. He gave her a small smirk and stepped aside gesturing for her to come in. The little tease! She had no business coming to his rooms in the middle of the night. Didn’t Potter or Weasley teach her anything about avoiding men like him? Oh well, her virtue was none of his concern. She was no longer his student and over 21, barely… If she came to seduce him, she came to the right place because he was a man always willing to be had!
Hermione stepped into the room and quietly took in her surroundings. She had knocked on his door many times for various reasons, but had never been given invitation to come inside. She was quite pleased with both the invite as well as the decorum. His chambers looked to be built like those of her own and the other staff members’ she’d seen. As she looked around, she was delighted to find his living area walls lined with bookshelves, all stuffed to capacity and then some with tomes her fingers itched to touch. The comfy velvety looking couch and two matching easy chairs close to the fireplace were not done in Slytherin green and/or silver. In fact except for a small tapestry she saw hanging on a door she guessed led to his office, there was no indication at all that he was the Head of Slytherin House. What a pleasant surprise that was!
Snape let her have a look around before he slowly crept up behind her. Placing a hand gently on her shoulder he startled her from her observations and whispered softly in her ear, “Do you find my dungeons to your liking?”
His ominous words and warm breath on her skin sent tingles down her spine and a warm tickling in her belly. Hermione blushed at her reactions. She had to get a hold of herself. She was NOT a 16-year-old student. She was a 26-year-old woman. She squared her shoulders as she felt him move to stand in front of her. She was in his rooms. She wanted this, but she couldn’t help the unnerving affect he had on her. She sucked in a deep breath and mustered up her Gryffindor bravado! She was a woman! NO! She was a lioness! She could do this!
She was sure that he’d picked up on her flirting. He’d have to have been blind and stupid not to. She’d left him several clues, but apparently he didn’t seem to have the signs of knowing what she was really there to do. She expected him to find her out and maybe seek her out either in confrontation or for good shag. Now she had the element of surprise to figure into all of this. She hoped it would work to her advantage instead of against her. If it did she’d be the luckiest witch in all of Europe. If it didn’t she’d be the deadest!
“Yes, I can see much in here to my liking,” she answered looking him square in the face.
He was impressed. She could certainly talk the talk, but he wondered if that was all she was about.
“Indeed.” He raised an eyebrow at her. “That’s right, you said you know my secrets. So you came here to enlighten me. Is that it?” He turned and sat down in the middle of that plush velvety couch she’d eyed earlier. It’s navy tone only apparent now against the black of his trousers and white of his shirt. His arms spread out and propped against the back of the sofa. He looked rather arrogant as he observed her standing before him.
He wasn’t used to seeing her in witches garb. He liked the robe she was wearing now that he had a chance to really look at it in the light. It was a heavy looking dark forest green color and he noticed when he was behind her that it also had a hood in the back. Hermione only wore robes when it was a special occasion and never green! He was sure he’d seen this robe before. There was something familiar about that robe. Something about the way it draped around her body…
The smile that lit up her face as she watched him slowly put two and two together made his blood boil. ‘No… It couldn’t be? Granger? Hermione Granger? He wasn’t that lucky. Was he?’ He thought confused and mystified at the same time.
“Indeed.” She said as she reached for the top clasp at the neck of the robe, and began to undo the buttons one by one. He wasn’t sure whether she was answering his spoken question or his mental one. His arms dropped from the back of the sofa to his sides. He was too mesmerized by her hands to think straight. His mind kept trying to say it couldn’t be, while his eyes took in the truth! Her nibble little fingers made quick work of the fastens and before he knew it she had opened the garment.
There she was! Creamy white skin, luscious round breasts, curvy hips, skimpy black lace panties… His mystery woman. Gods above! Hermione Granger WAS his mystery woman! His mind just wouldn’t wrap around it. He swallowed and his eyes looked up at hers.
“Actually,” She said as she walked around the coffee table separating him from her. “I said I know your dirty secrets.” She was standing directly in front of him. “But I’d much rather…” She leaned forward, her bare breasts brushing against him, as she whispered in his ear, “enlighten you about mine!”
After a short moment Hermione raised up slightly to look at him. He blinked once, growled like an animal, and then his hands shot out and grabbed her to him! Her squeal died in the collision of his mouth smashing against hers. At last her brain screamed and her body couldn’t agree more! She wasted no time in deepening their kiss meeting his every lick, swirl, and taste with her own.
“Hermione, fucking little tease!” he said between pants when he finally let her up for air. His hands were roaming up and down her sides roughly. He was on sexual overload. She was real and she was here. Hermione Granger was his goddess. Had he died? Was he in some form of heaven? He felt her adjust her legs on either side of him to better straddle his waist. When began to grind herself against him his eyes rolled upwards and his head fell back against the couch. His cock sprang alive. It was hard and it was ready!
Her body was on fire. He didn’t kiss--he consumed. And she loved it! She knew he would be this way. His hands were rough, but felt so good. As she adjusted her position against him she watched his head roll back and she took full advantage. Her head swooped down and she bit and sucked at his neck.
“I want you!” she moaned between love bites, gentle kisses, and flicks of her tongue.
“Fuck me, Severus! Please, fuck me! Fuck me here, now! Please!!!” she half demanded, half begged, pushing harder against him with every word.
She was going to kill him and he was going to die a happy man! Her words were like an answer to a prayer. He kissed her back to silence, her hands squeezing between them to undo the buttons of his shirt. Before he knew it, she had it pulled the fabric open and it was the first touch of skin on skin. Warm flesh rubbing against warm soft flesh never felt so good to anyone. He broke their kiss to explore her neck and the soft globes of her breast. He stilled her movements with a tight grip on her hips then bent her back slightly to take one of the delicious, perky nipples between his lips.
She didn’t know how much she would be able to take. He wanted her. She could feel it in his touch, in the heat of his mouth on her feverish skin, and best of all in the hard cock pushing against her thrumming sex! She was finally going to have him. Oh gods at last!
There was a scramble when his mouth left her body to get all clothing disposed of quickly. He’d never been so relieved to be rid of his trousers and underpants in all his life. Her panties went with a bruising tear. It stung and she was startled when he ripped them off, but did nothing more then fling herself at him in her need. He welcomed her without hesitation, somehow managing to get on top of her on the couch. She instantly spread her legs to accommodate him and wrapped them about his waist. There was much panting and groaning as they kissed and rubbed their bodies together.
“Oh gods, Severus! Please NOW!” she begged and he was inside her mere seconds later.
There were no words of love only moans and grunts of pleasure and the sound of two sweaty bodies slapping together in a fierce rhythmic joining. Over and over he rammed into her. It was nearly brutal, but she clung to him more with every thrust. She pushed her body up to meet him harder and harder each time. Every bit of friction becoming more and more pleasurable, each little orgasm growing to something more intense, until she was screaming his name in a blinding, forceful release! He wanted it to last forever. He tried, but gods, he couldn’t hold back anymore even if she hadn’t cum again he was drowning in her. She was hot and slippery wet! She was beautiful and felt so damn good around him! He groaned like a man dying and he honestly feared his soul was going to release itself into her with is cum!
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It was over. She’d come to him and now he would never let her go. He looked at her thoughtfully. She was curled around him and they were laying in his bed now. They were going to be sore in the morning. He was feeling a bit rough already.
Hermione Granger. Never had he imagined she would be his mystery lover. Never in his wildest dreams did he dare to think of her as more then a girl he once taught potions to. He never believed her to be so sexually expressive or so wanton. She was more then anything his mind could ever conjure up. She was real and now she was his.
He didn’t know what to say after their first coupling in the living area. He should have known Hermione would have plenty to say for him. She told him of her feelings for him. She said she had fought them as a student but the more she was around him the more she couldn’t deny herself. She told him she wasn’t going to push him for a commitment, but she hadn’t been interested in anyone else in so long she didn’t want to see anyone but him. She said he was a complete bastard and she wouldn’t try to change that about him if he would try to be a tad bit more considerate of her feelings when he was being a complete bastard. He said he wasn’t a considerate man but if she agreed to only be his and marry him he’d work on it. She rolled him onto his back and said, “Deal! Now let’s put the X in Sex.”
THE END
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A/N - Everyone say thank you to my betas Dryad and Shawna who did a marvelous job of fixing my errors and gave me suggestions on how to make this a better story! Thank you to Also, thank you Ancientgirl for alerting me to that one little bit I forgot to make sure was in there after I made some erases! *kisses*
This is the end of \"X\". I hope you guys enjoyed it! I did the best I could. This story was based on the song Let\'s Put the X in Sex by the band Kiss which some of you already knew! If you\'ve heard the song then it was obvious! LOL! Technically this is a songfic I guess... Oh well! Thank you for all the encouraging reviews! I\'ve never thought much of my writing, but you guys have really made me think maybe I can write a little... Thanks guys! I can\'t say that enough!!!
Let’s Put the X in Sex by Nesscafe
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Chapter 3 – Enlightenment
Saturday morning, Severus Snape couldn\'t help feeling the powers that be had finally shone a little light into his miserable dark existence. At least he hoped they were giving him a chance for some form of happiness. His mind kept dredging up the memory of his mystery woman, the naughty picture she\'d sent him, her confession that she wanted him even though she knew he had a disagreeable personality, and best of all her promise to reveal her identity soon. Each thought improved his disposition that much more. By the time he\'d reached the Great Hall for breakfast he was near giddy with the prospect of having such a sexually expressive companion.
He wasn\'t grinning from ear to ear or whistling a merry tune of course, but he was finding it hard to suppress his good mood. He\'d done a good job of glaring at innocent students crossing his pathway to the Head Table, but when Miss Granger offered him a sunny ‘Good morning, Severus!’ he couldn\'t help but reply with a curt ‘Morning, Miss Granger.’ and a nod as he slid into his usual place next to her. The whole table was aghast. Filius halted a rather chatty conversation he was having with Remus Lupin, the newly returned Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. Dumbledore missed his mouth and lost a buttered scone in the expanse of his long white beard. Poppy Pomfrey even choked on her herbal tea. As for Hermione Granger, well she looked oddly like a cat that ate the canary! Had their Severus Snape, actually greeted someone without sarcasm or a wordless but equally off-putting facial expression?
He ignored the startled reactions and poured himself a stout cuppa. It wasn’t like he’d committed murder for Merlin’s sake! He’d just returned a greeting to the chit. It was common for someone to brazenly wish the dour man a good morning. Sure he’d never responded with more then a yellow stained crooked teethed snarl, but he was bound to respond out of common courtesy... Eventually. It wasn’t like he was smiling at them or waxing poetics about sunshine and tweeting birds!
“Severus Snape, you devil, have you poisoned some poor first year Hufflepuf?” Minerva McGonagall accused with a playful smile. She had taught him when he was just a gangly little first year. Now that he was a fellow staff member, she knew him well enough to spot his more pleasant moods and the behaviors that alluded to them.
“What have you been up to that you’re in such an amicable mood?” she teased.
“Amicable? Really, Minerva,” he shot at her with an obstinate raise of an eyebrow, “what makes you think I’m feeling the least bit friendly right now?”
“Don’t play coy with me, boy!” she scolded halfheartedly. “I’ve known you since you were knee high to a kneazle. I haven’t seen you in this good a mood since Albus reinstated the Dueling Club and asked you to partner against Remus here.” She pointed to the werewolf who was now nibbling on a sausage. He had once again been appointed to the position that Snape had coveted for over twenty years and counting.
Severus couldn’t help the smirk from sliding into his thin lips. He remembered quite fondly the very first Dueling Club session. The reaction of the student body when Albus had announced the addition of the new after classes activity had been quite favorable. Defense was a popular subject amongst the pupils. At first the children had been excited about the idea since most of them were old enough to remember the Great War Against Voldemort or had heard stories from the older kids that over half of their professors served in the war. Being taught dueling seemed like a great treat to them, even if one of the instructors was their hated Potions Master. It didn’t hurt the program that Albus had chosen two decorated war heroes to lure them into joining. It was also no big secret that Professor Snape and their new DADA professor were old school rivals. They had been quite eager to see the show as the two professors faced off.
Severus hadn’t disappointed the little miscreants. Then again, neither had the werewolf. It turned out that Lupin had been harboring his own resentment towards Snape. Being outted as a werewolf the last time he taught at the school had subsequently led to him resigning before Albus was forced to fire him. The two vengeful men had sent every legal hex and curse imaginable at each other while the students backed against the walls in fear of getting in the way. By the time the session was over both of them had more then a few cuts and bruises, but had also exhausted most of their pent up aggressions. They still didn’t like each other of course, but there was now a silent respect for each other as well as the bonus of being able to stay in the same room without throwing insults.
“Now, Minerva,” his smirk took on a mischievous tone, “you know that if I was going to poison anyone for fun, it would be you.”
Hermione gave a quiet chuckle, as did Filius and Albus, while Minerva gave him a baleful look.
“Seriously though, Severus,” Lupin turned from his half eaten plate of food and asked, “What gives? It’s not like you to be sociable in the morning.”
“Suppose you mind your own affairs, Wolf,” Snape hissed and everyone seemed to take the hint and turned back to what they were doing before his morning salutations to Miss Hermione Granger. He didn’t like all this attention. Damn, he’d only returned her greeting! Now he was being interrogated!
“Affairs, hmm?” Hermione said softly as she raised an eyebrow at him. She had turned to face him and only he could see her expression since they sat at the end of the table. The look she gave him was unexpected and unnerving. It made him feel like…like she was undressing him with her eyes or something equally unsettling. He supposed it wouldn’t be a bad thing to be disrobed by the attractive young witch. No, he could think of worse fates, then having the ex-Head Girl turned enthusiastic book reading librarian taking off his clothes, just not in the Great Hall and certainly not at the breakfast table where everyone could see.
She cocked her head to the side a little and smirked at him. “I’ll bet I know what you’ve been up to.” She smiled at him. “I’ll bet I know what dirty little secrets you’re hiding, Severus,” she whispered coyly and raised then lowered her eyebrows at him in an overtly suggestive way.
“Is that so, Miss Know-It-All?” he said with a raise of his own eyebrows. Was she actually flirting with him? He would have been surprised except it strangely made sense. She had been rather friendly to him after she became part of the staff. He’d assumed it was her way of trying to win the acceptance he never showed her as a teacher. Perhaps he had been mistaken and her attentions were do to some sort of silly infatuation. How odd, yet how very interesting. He watched her silently for a moment. The message in her cocoa brown eyes eliciting thoughts he knew he shouldn’t be having. He doubted very much that the innocent, bookish librarian knew anything about the kinky picture he wanked off to last week or the mutual fire call sex he’d had last night, but he couldn’t help baiting her. Pretty young witches like her should know better then to play with the big boys.
“Miss Granger, I’ve been nothing but a pillar of virtue since the day I was born,” he said softly and leaned closer to her.
“But, if you think I’ve been naughty then by all means do enlighten me!” he purred in a way she’d only heard once when having sex.
Hermione audibly sucked in a breath and her eyes fluttered shut a split second. He watched as she took her bottom lip between her top teeth and nibbled it. Something he often saw her do as a pupil when nervous or thinking something over. ‘Score one for Severus Snape’ he thought. She really shouldn’t start games she isn’t old enough to finish.
Then she did something unexpected. She smiled at him, leaned even closer, and softly said, ”Maybe I will, but right now I have books to reshelf, a Restricted Section to keep locked, and a book on the properties of advanced invisibility and disillusionment charms to finish.”
Without further ado she pushed back from the table and left an amused Severus Snape behind. ‘Maybe she would indeed!’ he thought as he chuckled at her pitiful excuse. He didn’t know why he was bothering with the chit when there was a real woman out there somewhere, a woman who knew how to engage a wizard in a much more pleasurable sport. Hermione Granger was barely a woman at all… No matter how nicely her robes swished around her shapely hips when she moved…
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Severus spent most of the rest of his Saturday in solitude. Despite what Minerva had said about him being in an amicable mood, he really wasn’t in the mood for company. He much preferred being left alone in his dungeons. He valued his privacy and he was sure they would only badger him until he could take no more of the torture and told them about his mystery woman. He certainly didn’t want to share that news with them! Who would believe him anyways? Things like that only happened to Quidditch stars and the men who wrote to PlayWizard magazine. They did not happen to grouchy aging Potions professors.
He spent most of the morning grading essays in his office, then the afternoon and early part of the evening in his private lab. Lupin’s change was coming in the next week, so he needed to begin making a batch of Wolfsbane potion. He took the rest of his meals in his personal rooms, so he could keep an eye on the simmering brew in his cauldron.
As the day wore on his morning conversations became a distant memory easily forgotten. Before he knew it, day had turned to late evening and there was nothing left for him to do, but cover the pot of Wolfsbane and let it sit through the night until close to the next afternoon. Severus left his office once everything was cleaned and put away and headed for the comfort of his chambers. He selected a book from one of the many shelves around him and settled on the living area sofa for a little light reading before he headed to bed.
Severus had barely read half the first chapter when there was a soft rapping at his door. He quickly set the book down and cursed silently as he got up to see who it was disturbing him this time of night! If one of his Slytherins had been up to something this late at night there would be hell to pay! They knew better then to get caught.
Swinging the door open he barked, “Yes, what is it?” then looked at the petite figure before him.
Bright brown eyes and a cheeky smile greeted him. There stood Hermione Granger with her long curly wild hair wearing a long dark colored velvet wizarding robe covering her from neck to floor. It seemed odd to him as she usually wore Muggle clothes under an open cloak, but he said nothing since he was more concerned with why she was knocking on his door in the first place.
“Good evening, Severus.” She said as if his earlier greeting had not been the least bit offensive. “I‘ve come to enlighten you. May I please come in.?” she asked politely with a soft pleasing smile on her lips.
Severus raised an eyebrow at her in confusion. ‘Enlighten him about what? ‘ He thought. She was smiling so he didn’t think someone had been hurt. If one of his Slytherins was trying to sneak into the Restricted Section again she’d be scowling and… Then slowly he remembered their little morning flirtation.
She must have been more serious then he thought. What an interesting turn of events. He gave her a small smirk and stepped aside gesturing for her to come in. The little tease! She had no business coming to his rooms in the middle of the night. Didn’t Potter or Weasley teach her anything about avoiding men like him? Oh well, her virtue was none of his concern. She was no longer his student and over 21, barely… If she came to seduce him, she came to the right place because he was a man always willing to be had!
Hermione stepped into the room and quietly took in her surroundings. She had knocked on his door many times for various reasons, but had never been given invitation to come inside. She was quite pleased with both the invite as well as the decorum. His chambers looked to be built like those of her own and the other staff members’ she’d seen. As she looked around, she was delighted to find his living area walls lined with bookshelves, all stuffed to capacity and then some with tomes her fingers itched to touch. The comfy velvety looking couch and two matching easy chairs close to the fireplace were not done in Slytherin green and/or silver. In fact except for a small tapestry she saw hanging on a door she guessed led to his office, there was no indication at all that he was the Head of Slytherin House. What a pleasant surprise that was!
Snape let her have a look around before he slowly crept up behind her. Placing a hand gently on her shoulder he startled her from her observations and whispered softly in her ear, “Do you find my dungeons to your liking?”
His ominous words and warm breath on her skin sent tingles down her spine and a warm tickling in her belly. Hermione blushed at her reactions. She had to get a hold of herself. She was NOT a 16-year-old student. She was a 26-year-old woman. She squared her shoulders as she felt him move to stand in front of her. She was in his rooms. She wanted this, but she couldn’t help the unnerving affect he had on her. She sucked in a deep breath and mustered up her Gryffindor bravado! She was a woman! NO! She was a lioness! She could do this!
She was sure that he’d picked up on her flirting. He’d have to have been blind and stupid not to. She’d left him several clues, but apparently he didn’t seem to have the signs of knowing what she was really there to do. She expected him to find her out and maybe seek her out either in confrontation or for good shag. Now she had the element of surprise to figure into all of this. She hoped it would work to her advantage instead of against her. If it did she’d be the luckiest witch in all of Europe. If it didn’t she’d be the deadest!
“Yes, I can see much in here to my liking,” she answered looking him square in the face.
He was impressed. She could certainly talk the talk, but he wondered if that was all she was about.
“Indeed.” He raised an eyebrow at her. “That’s right, you said you know my secrets. So you came here to enlighten me. Is that it?” He turned and sat down in the middle of that plush velvety couch she’d eyed earlier. It’s navy tone only apparent now against the black of his trousers and white of his shirt. His arms spread out and propped against the back of the sofa. He looked rather arrogant as he observed her standing before him.
He wasn’t used to seeing her in witches garb. He liked the robe she was wearing now that he had a chance to really look at it in the light. It was a heavy looking dark forest green color and he noticed when he was behind her that it also had a hood in the back. Hermione only wore robes when it was a special occasion and never green! He was sure he’d seen this robe before. There was something familiar about that robe. Something about the way it draped around her body…
The smile that lit up her face as she watched him slowly put two and two together made his blood boil. ‘No… It couldn’t be? Granger? Hermione Granger? He wasn’t that lucky. Was he?’ He thought confused and mystified at the same time.
“Indeed.” She said as she reached for the top clasp at the neck of the robe, and began to undo the buttons one by one. He wasn’t sure whether she was answering his spoken question or his mental one. His arms dropped from the back of the sofa to his sides. He was too mesmerized by her hands to think straight. His mind kept trying to say it couldn’t be, while his eyes took in the truth! Her nibble little fingers made quick work of the fastens and before he knew it she had opened the garment.
There she was! Creamy white skin, luscious round breasts, curvy hips, skimpy black lace panties… His mystery woman. Gods above! Hermione Granger WAS his mystery woman! His mind just wouldn’t wrap around it. He swallowed and his eyes looked up at hers.
“Actually,” She said as she walked around the coffee table separating him from her. “I said I know your dirty secrets.” She was standing directly in front of him. “But I’d much rather…” She leaned forward, her bare breasts brushing against him, as she whispered in his ear, “enlighten you about mine!”
After a short moment Hermione raised up slightly to look at him. He blinked once, growled like an animal, and then his hands shot out and grabbed her to him! Her squeal died in the collision of his mouth smashing against hers. At last her brain screamed and her body couldn’t agree more! She wasted no time in deepening their kiss meeting his every lick, swirl, and taste with her own.
“Hermione, fucking little tease!” he said between pants when he finally let her up for air. His hands were roaming up and down her sides roughly. He was on sexual overload. She was real and she was here. Hermione Granger was his goddess. Had he died? Was he in some form of heaven? He felt her adjust her legs on either side of him to better straddle his waist. When began to grind herself against him his eyes rolled upwards and his head fell back against the couch. His cock sprang alive. It was hard and it was ready!
Her body was on fire. He didn’t kiss--he consumed. And she loved it! She knew he would be this way. His hands were rough, but felt so good. As she adjusted her position against him she watched his head roll back and she took full advantage. Her head swooped down and she bit and sucked at his neck.
“I want you!” she moaned between love bites, gentle kisses, and flicks of her tongue.
“Fuck me, Severus! Please, fuck me! Fuck me here, now! Please!!!” she half demanded, half begged, pushing harder against him with every word.
She was going to kill him and he was going to die a happy man! Her words were like an answer to a prayer. He kissed her back to silence, her hands squeezing between them to undo the buttons of his shirt. Before he knew it, she had it pulled the fabric open and it was the first touch of skin on skin. Warm flesh rubbing against warm soft flesh never felt so good to anyone. He broke their kiss to explore her neck and the soft globes of her breast. He stilled her movements with a tight grip on her hips then bent her back slightly to take one of the delicious, perky nipples between his lips.
She didn’t know how much she would be able to take. He wanted her. She could feel it in his touch, in the heat of his mouth on her feverish skin, and best of all in the hard cock pushing against her thrumming sex! She was finally going to have him. Oh gods at last!
There was a scramble when his mouth left her body to get all clothing disposed of quickly. He’d never been so relieved to be rid of his trousers and underpants in all his life. Her panties went with a bruising tear. It stung and she was startled when he ripped them off, but did nothing more then fling herself at him in her need. He welcomed her without hesitation, somehow managing to get on top of her on the couch. She instantly spread her legs to accommodate him and wrapped them about his waist. There was much panting and groaning as they kissed and rubbed their bodies together.
“Oh gods, Severus! Please NOW!” she begged and he was inside her mere seconds later.
There were no words of love only moans and grunts of pleasure and the sound of two sweaty bodies slapping together in a fierce rhythmic joining. Over and over he rammed into her. It was nearly brutal, but she clung to him more with every thrust. She pushed her body up to meet him harder and harder each time. Every bit of friction becoming more and more pleasurable, each little orgasm growing to something more intense, until she was screaming his name in a blinding, forceful release! He wanted it to last forever. He tried, but gods, he couldn’t hold back anymore even if she hadn’t cum again he was drowning in her. She was hot and slippery wet! She was beautiful and felt so damn good around him! He groaned like a man dying and he honestly feared his soul was going to release itself into her with is cum!
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It was over. She’d come to him and now he would never let her go. He looked at her thoughtfully. She was curled around him and they were laying in his bed now. They were going to be sore in the morning. He was feeling a bit rough already.
Hermione Granger. Never had he imagined she would be his mystery lover. Never in his wildest dreams did he dare to think of her as more then a girl he once taught potions to. He never believed her to be so sexually expressive or so wanton. She was more then anything his mind could ever conjure up. She was real and now she was his.
He didn’t know what to say after their first coupling in the living area. He should have known Hermione would have plenty to say for him. She told him of her feelings for him. She said she had fought them as a student but the more she was around him the more she couldn’t deny herself. She told him she wasn’t going to push him for a commitment, but she hadn’t been interested in anyone else in so long she didn’t want to see anyone but him. She said he was a complete bastard and she wouldn’t try to change that about him if he would try to be a tad bit more considerate of her feelings when he was being a complete bastard. He said he wasn’t a considerate man but if she agreed to only be his and marry him he’d work on it. She rolled him onto his back and said, “Deal! Now let’s put the X in Sex.”
THE END
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A/N - Everyone say thank you to my betas Dryad and Shawna who did a marvelous job of fixing my errors and gave me suggestions on how to make this a better story! Thank you to Also, thank you Ancientgirl for alerting me to that one little bit I forgot to make sure was in there after I made some erases! *kisses*
This is the end of \"X\". I hope you guys enjoyed it! I did the best I could. This story was based on the song Let\'s Put the X in Sex by the band Kiss which some of you already knew! If you\'ve heard the song then it was obvious! LOL! Technically this is a songfic I guess... Oh well! Thank you for all the encouraging reviews! I\'ve never thought much of my writing, but you guys have really made me think maybe I can write a little... Thanks guys! I can\'t say that enough!!!