My Fair Witch

Disclaimer: These characters are not mine! Sorry!

nightowl: I love My Fair Lady and the combination of these two stories I simply couldn't resist. I hope you continue reviewing.

beeky63: Yer 'usband talks loike this does 'e? I hope that didn't irritate you... I don't mind dropped H's I come from Luton where they drop anything... I hope you like this chapter. And do I know about real life!

castle: I love you for reviewing... and I hope you like this chapter.

lisa: Well, if he introduced himself as Severus he'd get some odd looks I think despite his sexiness. And the name Draco wouldn't go down at all well, considering what the Greek Legislater with the same name did... I think we would all like to be in Hermione's place.

angel: Read this chapter.

Queen Celestia: He does seem rather nice doesn't he? Sorry for getting the song in your head.

firewall: There will be a small slice of mystery as the story progresses. I happen to love mystery, lemons and humour...

Mariaremarquer: I don't mind ooc Snape, as long as no one dresses him in pink... *shudders* but I do prefer snarky, selfish possesive Snape. Here's an update.

LEMONY CHAPTER AHEAD!

His Fair Seduction

Hermione opened the boxes and was surprised that Snape knew what her favourites were. She served them equally on two plates and Snape opened a bottle of wine. She was going to object. She had a rule; no alcohol on a weekday, but Snape had told her that every date should have wine. Besides it was only Liebfraumilch. A nice German wine that Hermione rather liked.

He poured them some in tall, slim wine glasses. She gave him his plate and some cutlery with a napkin wrapped around them, she then picked up her plate and wine. She showed him to the living room. He looked around, and he actually liked it. It was nicely decorated with creamy yellow paint on the walls; she had black leather furniture, which pleased Severus. She could easily be seduced on the black leather sofa she had.

She placed her dinner and wine on a side table and then opened a cabinet and bought out a strange rectangular box. Snape tilted his head with a quizzical look in his eyes. Hermione noticed but decided not to explain. He forced his company on her. She then pressed a button on a strange silver machine and put something circular into it. She then pressed the same button and the thing closed. She switched the television on… yes Snape knew about television.

She picked a strange black plastic rectangular thing with lots of buttons on. She pressed a button and the film started.

“What is that?” he asked.

“My Fair Lady,” Hermione answered. “I thought you said you watched this before?”

She picked up her plate and unrolled her cutlery from the napkin and started to eat. She had her attention fully on the television screen. She took small, delicate sips of her wine as she continued eating. Severus ate his with gusto. He was hungry, and for what he had planned for the evening he needed all the energy he could get. Once he finished he set the plate down, and he smirked at Hermione.

His attention wondered over from the television screen to Hermione. She had a lovely profile, he hated women to have faces like they were sucking a sour lemon, the way Narcissa Malfoy looked in her profile. She had a sweet, cheeky face. She had a cute nose, and her lips were heart shaped and rather full. She was pouting at the moment, and he loved her pouting. She began to pout towards the end of his fifteen-year reign as a teacher. He was glad he left when he did. If he had been her teacher with her as Head Girl he would not be held responsible for his actions.
Now he had no restrictions, she only had a boyfriend, and one that was a wimp. Draco Malfoy would love Hermione up to a point, and that point would come when Draco had to fight for her. Draco would rather eat raw snake on toast than fight for a woman. Snape knew that. Sometimes Snape wondered if Draco really was Lucius son. His eyes travelled down her soft, elegant neck and down to her breasts.

“I loved how Greg introduced you to me,” Snape said. Hermione slowly turned to him, reluctant to leave her eyes from the television screen. She was trying to study the dance movements to ‘Wouldn’t it be loverly’; she looked into Snape’s eyes. Her heart thumped loudly at the sight of the naked lust in them. She bit her lip uncertainly.

“Yes, well Greg has been trying to get me to sleep with him for a while now,” Hermione said. “I think he gave me the part in hopes that I would.”

“Don’t you like Greg?” Snape asked.

“He’s okay,” Hermione said, “but he’s not my sort. I think that he’s good-looking, just not my cup of tea. I prefer men my own age.”

She then turned to watch the film again before she was drawn into more conversation. Fat chance. It seemed Snape was a bit of a talker.

“How did you start seeing Malfoy?” Snape asked.

“We saw each other in Diagon Alley six months ago,” Hermione replied. “He asked me for a drink and it went on from there.” Then something dawned on her. “How come you know its Draco I’m dating?”

“I followed you last night,” Snape said. “I was concerned.”

“More like you were prying into business that is not yours!” Hermione retorted. She stopped the film, as this matter deserved her full attention.

“Listen, Hermione, I didn’t spend fifteen years of my life teaching without having some side effects from it,” he said angrily. “I could not help but end up caring for some of you. And YOU were one of the ones I ended up caring about. And I am NOT going to sit by and let you be wasted on a wannabe pimp like Malfoy!”

“Funny!” Hermione exclaimed sarcastically. “I seem to remember that you sung his praises!”

“That was before he grew up to be a mere prat,” Snape growled. “I thought to encourage him, but he’s no more a man now than he was then. I wonder what sort of crap he has been feeding you!”

“Is it any of your damn business, Snape?” Hermione asked. “I want to know EXACTLY what is you are doing here. I thought we saw the last of you walking away from the battlefield.”

“I seem to remember you ran after me and kissed me full on the lips!” he said in his soft, dangerous voice. Hermione knew that to be a sign of his anger.

Hermione was about to retort when Crookshanks Jr jumped on her lap. Hermione had saved a bit of chicken for her pet and gave him a piece of chicken. Snape was in for it now. He’d be scrambling on the kitchen table any minute now!

She smirked as she sat back and folded her arms across her chest. Crookshanks Jr noticed his mistress had a guest. He placed a tentative paw on the space on the sofa that separated the two-legged beings. He then placed his other front paw and sniffed the air around this man; he sniffed again. And concluded that this man obviously liked his mistress, he sniffed his mistress and he could sense that the mistress liked this man. Crookshanks Jr bobbed his head and his senses went on overdrive, this man MORE than liked his mistress. He walked up to the man and put a faltering paw on the man’s strong thigh. This man didn’t cringe away from him the way the other man did. Crookshanks Jr mentally adjusted his thinking. The boy cringed from him and he played on that fear. This man wasn’t afraid of him.

Hermione was watching in disbelief. She couldn’t believe that Crookshanks Jr was seemingly accepting Snape. Snape just sat back casually; his hands behind his head and an annoying know-it-all smirk on his face. He might have been rather unapproachable to any human with a sense of fear, but animals always knew the truth. He actually liked animals; they didn’t answer back for one thing, and they loved you unconditionally for another. Hermione was tempted to pick Crookshanks Jr up, but refrained; perhaps Crookshanks Jr had something hidden in his paw.

Crookshanks Jr sniffed the man and ventured on with slightly more courage than he started out with. He looked up at the man begging for permission in his grey/green eyes. Snape smiled and he removed his hands from the back of his head and curved them around the cats belly and picked the cat up and started cuddling the cat. Hermione could hear Crookshanks Jr’s purr from where she was sitting. It sounded like a car engine.

She fumed back in her sofa. She couldn’t even rely on her cat anymore. She turned around and now Crookshanks Jr was curled up on Snape’s lap in a tight little ball. He raised his head sleepily and looked at Hermione with a mutinous glint in his eye. Snape was lazily stroking the cat.

“Momentary lapse of concentration,” Hermione said starchly, “it won’t happen again.”

Snape chuckled. She was disgruntled; he loved it when she was confused.

“I’m sure,” Snape said. “Are we going to continue watching the film or are we going to sit here arguing over a pleasant kiss we once shared?”

Hermione picked up that strange black plastic wand and pressed a button. The film fired up on the screen and she sat back. She could not believe it! Snape watched her with extreme interest.

That kiss was pleasant, he thought. Extremely pleasant, as he remembered how it happened. He had just defeated the Dark Lord, helping Harry. He was sat on the ground puffing and panting. He felt weak, but desired no one’s help. He looked at the ground where the Dark Lord lay dead. He then looked at the last victim of the Dark Lords. Ronald Weasley had died bravely, and he died fighting. Snape found himself thinking that he would have preferred Hermione to have ended up with Ronald Weasley than Draco Malfoy.

He remembered getting up; every muscle in his body ached. He was prepared to walk off somewhere and die. He had made it down the hill towards the lake when he heard a light, female voice shouting ‘Wait!’ he turned around and found Hermione Granger running up to him; her eyes shining with tears. She had placed her hands on his shoulders and tiptoed up and innocently kissed him on the lips. After that kiss he was less prepared to die, Hermione Granger had given him hope. And here he was re-born almost; he needed the fire of passionate sex to make him truly re-born.

Hermione heard the sofa creak from beneath her. She decided to ignore Snape. He could be scratching his balls wearing nothing but a lady’s maid outfit and she wouldn’t care. She had the image of that in her head and tried not to snigger. She then felt something against her leg. But kept her gaze on the screen. She didn’t react until she felt an arm wrap around her neck. She looked at the hand adorning her shoulder. It was casually draped like it belonged there. She shrugged it off. But it was soon back around her neck.

She felt hot breath on her neck. She blinked, but that was the only hint of surprise she was showing. She was trying to keep focussed on the film. It was extremely difficult, however when the warm breath got closer to her skin. It made her squirm in her seat. She tried to resist the urge to nestle in closer to the man, but her body had other ideas. It wanted contact. Her body melded into Snape’s body. She felt the arm slide down her arm down to her waist. She sighed, and finally gave in. She kicked off her slippers and curled them up on the sofa and laid her head on his chest.

Snape was pleased. He had the witch in his arms. He sniffed her hair and the rose scent invaded his nostrils. He continued sniffing. Hermione was pleasant to hold. She had some flesh on her, which was a first for him. His days as a Death Eater weren’t exactly sexually gratifying. The amount of emaciated muggle girls and women he had raped made him shudder. The other option was stick thin Death Eater women or Knockturn Alley whores.

He rubbed her hip in smooth circular motions. Hermione tried not to moan as his coarse rough hands moved so gracefully over her silk dress. Hermione closed her eyes for a moment. Her mind told her that she was on the verge of betraying Draco. Her body told her mind to shut the hell up. In fact her body told her that it enjoyed this much more than the other one. Snape turned around and planted his lips on the top of her head. She looked up.

“We can’t do this,” Hermione breathed. “I shouldn’t be enjoying this.”

“That’s right,” he murmured in his softly seductive voice. “You shouldn’t. You have a boyfriend.”

He rubbed his hand further up her curvy waist and laid his hand on her stomach. Hermione sighed. Her lips were beginning to throb slightly with anticipation. Her nipples were becoming hard with want. Snape noted her reactions to his mere touch with a salacious glint in his eyes. He decided to let her make a move. If she was so determined to remain loyal to that idiot then so be it. But he was certain that she wouldn’t be able to resist him a moment longer. It was now or never.

“Yes,” she sighed. “Yes, I have a boyfriend.”

“If you tell me to stop, Hermione, I will.”

Hermione sighed at the mention of his name on her lips. ‘I Could Have Danced All Night!’ was playing on the film at the moment. Hermione was almost in the exact same position as Eliza. Snape was about to place his lips on her sinewy neck when a ringing noise echoed in the flat.

“I have to answer the door,” Hermione said. Then a cold fear gripped her heart as she thought it might be Draco on one of his surprise visits. She stopped the film and slipped her feet back in the slippers and walked out of the living room. He looked at her swaying hips with a lascivious smirk. Crookshanks Jr looked up at him and purred at the man. He liked this one. He had a nice touch. If he was touching his mistress the way he touched him then she wouldn’t be able to resist.

She came back in holding a big box covered in a towel.

“Who was that?” Snape asked.

“Pamela,” Hermione said. “She popped in the school before she went to her Aunts,” Hermione set the tank on the table and plugged the tank in. She took the towel off the tank and it revealed a beautiful boa constrictor. “This is Bella.”

Snape looked at the tank with a true interest. Crookshanks Jr leapt off the mans lap and jumped up onto the table. His mistress was full of surprises tonight. He sniffed the tank and looked up at his mistress with a question in his eyes.

“This is a new pet,” Hermione explained. “She’s called Bella, and she’s a snake.”

Crookshanks Jr sniffed the tank and mewed and pawed at the tank. Snape laughed. It seemed that the cat would not mind the snake. Bella raised her head and she looked into the eyes of a very familiar girl. She slithered to the edge of the tank and sniffed the girl. She hissed with delight as she slinked slowly out of the tank and she crawled up Hermione’s arm. Snape watched with fascination as the snake made her way up the woman’s arm. Hermione was soon wrapped in Bella’s coils. Snape walked up to them; it was quite sensual to watch the snake wrap around Hermione. Hermione kissed the top of Bella’s head and placed her back in the cage.

Hermione picked up the plates and the wine glasses and put them in the kitchen. She would wash up when he left. It was clear that it was useless to continue watching the film for the moment. She looked at her watch. And looked at the tubs and plates that needed washing up. She gripped her hands on the edge of the sideboard. Snape was playing her. His touch was wonderful; his breath fell like a spring breeze on her neck. She could tell him to go, but she was undone when he spoke her name. Was he here because of that kiss? Did she accidentally give him hope?

She felt arms snake around her waist and she was pressed gently against a strong firm chest.

“Do you want me to go?” Snape asked.

“I think it would be best,” Hermione said. “Before we do something stupid.”

Snape nodded; he pressed his lips firmly on her cheek. He let her go and she turned around and watched him leave her kitchen she walked out of the room and went to her bedroom. She heard her door slam shut and she sank down on the bed. She hugged her arms around her stomach. The feelings Snape gave her with his expert touches made her want to run out of the flat and chase him down the street and drag him back. But she knew she couldn’t do that. It was wrong to feel this way, but it felt so right.

She was about to slip out of the dress and get into her pyjamas and clear up; feed Crookshanks Jr, and help Bella settle in. When her doorbell rang. She frowned and walked out of the bedroom. She walked down the narrow hallway and opened her door. Snape was standing outside.

“I thought you were going to leave,” Hermione said.

“I forgot my jacket,” he replied. Hermione noticed he wasn’t lying. She found it draped on the back of her sofa and handed it to him, their fingers brushed against each other; it was a fatal touch. Snape dropped the jacket and gathered her up in his arms. Before she knew it his lips were crushed onto hers and she opened her mouth to let his tongue slide in. He stroked his tongue on hers to coax her into joining in. Hermione’s tongue swirled around kissing him back. He backed her into the wall and picked her legs up.

He broke the kiss. They were both puffing and panting from it. Her eyes were shining, and he was smiling. She slid her legs down and her feet were soon back on the floor. Her arms were still wrapped around his neck as her fingers were entwining themselves in his ponytail.

“If you kiss me again, then I won’t be able to say no,” Hermione eventually said.

That was all the invitation he needed. He leant down and lowered his mouth onto hers gently this time. He sucked her lips causing her to moan and she opened her mouth and he repeated the action. She liked his tongue stroking hers. It was nice, and playful. Teasing, and sensational! Her eyelids fluttered as her body leant in to be touched by him. He felt her nipples harden and he smirked against her mouth.

“Shall we take this to the bedroom?” Snape asked. “I want to make love to you properly.”

Make Love? Hermione asked herself. He was acting like this mattered to him! Surely she would just be a conquered item.

She nodded. They disentangled themselves from each other. She took hold of his hand and led him to the bedroom. He followed. She opened the door and let go of his hand as she walked to the bed. Snape looked around for about a minute. He didn’t care about the décor at the moment. He wanted Hermione Granger twisting and writhing naked under him.

Hermione slipped the slippers off and then the dress. She then sat on the bed and rolled the tights down carefully so as not to ladder them. She was going to leave the underwear on for the moment. Snape, too, decided to undress. He sat behind her unbuckling his boots; he then took his socks and trousers off. He decided to leave the shirt and the boxers. He wanted something for Hermione’s little fingers to undo. He liked the idea of her slipping his boxers off to reveal her present.

He sat on the bed. His legs spread slightly open. There was an impish grin on his face, as he ran his hands through his hair. She smiled when she turned around to see him lying on her bed like he belonged there. Perhaps, a small naughty voice spoke, he does. She willed that voice to shut up. He smiled smugly as he noticed the look of lust in her honey coloured eyes.

She crawled up the bed and started placing kisses on his neck. He put his hand through her hair and stroked it tenderly and caressed each golden lock lovingly. She then slid her hand underneath his shirt and stroked a nipple. She also found to her delight that he was slightly hairy. Ron had a hairy chest, she sighed. Very slightly! Draco’s was as smooth as a marble statue, and sometimes as cold with it. Nothing cold about Snape at the moment, his body was as warm as hers.

He groaned at the slight gentle movements of his soon to be lover’s caress. After tonight if she had any plans to go back to Draco he’d just have to up the charm. He wasn’t going to let a mere boy have what he had always dreamed of holding. She sighed. She wished he had taken the shirt off himself. She stopped kissing him and knew that the only way she could make quick work of the shirt was to saddle him. She sat on top of him and unbuttoned his shirt in less than a minute.

The lioness was eager, he noted with satisfaction. He had made her wanting and yearning. He rubbed his hot hands up and down her spine and massaged the muscles surrounding the spine. She moaned in pleasure as she began bouncing gently on top of him.

“What shall I call you?” Hermione asked.

“Severus,” he said. He leant forward and began kissing her throat. The tip of his tongue licking the base of it, she held his head there with her hands making sure she got more of his lips and tongue on her throat. Her insides were fluttering with pleasure as desires flame began to slowly consume her. His naked chest against hers felt divine. She threw her head back, and the tips of her long hair grazed his thighs.

That was the last straw for his member as it engorged at the teasing touch of her long silken locks. He longed for those soft curls to be laid against his bare chest as they curled up after their lovemaking. He moved his hands down her back to her pert little bum. He ripped her knickers off her body and flung them on the floor. His hands squeezed the two cheeks together causing her to sigh. She smiled as he pushed her forward. She loved the feel of his silk boxer shorts against her naked flesh. The sensuality of it turned her on. He felt her pleasure begin to warm her vagina. He smirked.

He unclasped her bra and slowly slid the straps down her arms. He drank in the sight of her naked breasts peaking with lust. He dipped his head and began sucking on one and then the other, as he sucked on her breasts he laid her flat on her back. She spread her legs and he looked into her eyes.

“Please,” she said. “Don’t leave me like this.”

“I won’t,” Severus purred. “You can guarantee that I’ll stay.”

He kissed his way down her belly and legs. When he got to her feet he massaged them. She looked down, and his eyes never left hers for a moment. They darkened with desire. They turned from onyx to obsidian in a flash of a moment. He crawled back up and captured her mouth in his. He had such a panther like grace as he prowled up her; Hermione wasn’t sure there was a shade of black dark enough to describe the look in his eyes after their third passionate kiss. Draco had never kissed her like this. It was warm and passionate but Severus poured his soul into his kisses. Draco only gave his mouth. Hermione loved the taste of his soul, and she wanted to partake of it again and again.

He crushed her body to the mattress. He kissed her mouth again and again, as he could not get enough of her tongue. He lapped her mouth up; he was becoming heady with her mouth. She, too, was getting dizzy with excitement. He was making her drunk with his mouth. She smiled against his mouth as her hands ran up his strong hairless back. Her fingers landed on the band trapping his hair. She decided to free his hair. She released his hair from the band and it fell into a curtain around his face. She ran her hands down his back and he cupped his butt in her small hands. She decided she’d rather feel his skin than the silk covering. She pulled the boxers down, which surprised him rather. He stopped kissing her for a moment to look into her eyes, which were glowing rather mischievously.

“What’s wrong, Severus?” she asked.

“You have never been more beautiful than you are at the moment, Hermione.”

She blushed as he kissed her nose. Their bodies were hot and sweaty. Severus kissed her mouth again, before he sat on his knees. He took the boxers off and threw them on the floor and by strange coincidence landed on top of her knickers. He smiled at the irony.

He brushed away her hair from her face and she tucked his behind his ears. She licked her lips. He picked her head up and kissed her mouth once again. He then looked at her.

“I do want this,” she said.

“Too late if you didn’t,” Severus growled. He wanted to enter her. He wanted to join their souls together so that they would become one. Hermione looked into his eyes. She stroked his face and cupped it in her hands and nodded; answering the silent question that was held in Severus eyes. He smiled and she spread her legs for him to enter. He rubbed her vagina with his hand to get her used to his touch. He then placed his penis at the entrance of her vagina.

He gently slid into her and Hermione screamed with pleasure. She clamped her vagina muscles around his member. She panted from that manoeuvre and looked at him with a fire in her eyes.

“MORE!” She demanded in a husky voice.

“Certainly, my dear,” he growled.

She clung onto his back and dug her nails into his flesh as he sired her once again. She screamed. Oh merciful Merlin! Hermione exclaimed. She was enjoying this. He was not going to give her time to recover. Why should he? He had been waiting five years for this moment. Five years to have Hermione Granger twist and writhe beneath him. In truth, he had been waiting slightly longer for her to beg. He grunted as he pumped his fuel into her. She began to thrust back onto him putting pressure on his tackle. They danced the ‘horizontal waltz!’ he heard Lucius once call it. Oh she was good. She was obviously trained well… but he could make her into a siren. A siren that no other man would dare touch by the time he was through with her.

He began to thrust deeper into her body, and she mewled in delight underneath him. The sweat was practically pouring off her forehead and she felt it dripping down her body. She felt his sweat pour off his body onto hers. The thought of this somehow made her growl. She clutched onto him tighter still as he hissed. He let go of himself and began slamming into her harder and faster; she screamed and arched her body panting heavily. He slowly began to slide out of her; Hermione looked up and saw the naughty sparkle in his dark eyes. She gulped; what was he up to?

When she began to relax his smile became dangerous and she became slightly scared, and a strange feeling swept over her.

Once she was completely relaxed he went in for the kill. He thrust into her so hard; so fast, and so deep she couldn’t help but scream out his name as she unconsciously thrust up to meet him causing him to shout out her name.

He collapsed on top of her and she held him close to her body. WOW! Her body screamed. She couldn’t believe she had the best sex she ever had with her former Professor Snape. He raised his head and then rolled off her. He propped himself up on his elbow.

“Amazing,” he purred. “You are truly amazing.”

Hermione turned to face him and propped herself up on one of her elbows. She reached out and stroked his still sweating face. “So were you!”

He bent his head down and kissed her chastely on her lips. He picked her up in his arms and opened the covers of her bed and placed her inside the bed. He got up and began picking his clothes up.

“Where are you going?” she asked.

“Home!”

“Oh no you’re not,” Hermione said. “Not after giving me the best sex I’ve ever had. Come on,” she said. She opened the covers on the other side. “You might as well stay the night.”

Severus smirked. It had all gone exactly as planned. He couldn’t believe that she was naïve enough to fall for the ‘I’ve forgotten my jacket!’ line. He slid into the covers and wrapped her body up in his.

“You’re mine, now!” he murmured in her ear. “You do realise I am a completely selfish possessive man.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” she asked drowsily.

He brushed aside some of her hair and gently nipped into her flesh and sucked at it. She sighed.

“It means,” he said, as he was sucking on her lobe, “that I don’t intend to share you with anyone!”

Hermione fell asleep feeling like she was floating on air.

A/N As well she might... hey, who thinks he moved too quick? Or did you love it? I hope you guys did, but the only way I'll know is if you review so please?