Naughty Snippets

Snippet #3 HG/SS (love-based)

Hermione Granger waited a bit nervously in the lobby of the Wurlington Arms, pacing back and forth as she watched guests enter and exit.

She still didn’t see him.

Of course she didn’t. The wizard could move unobserved through crowds…it was a gift and part of the reason he survived when serving as a spy for the Order against Voldemort’s madness. He stood unseen by the witch in a corner, his dark eyes drinking her in.

Hermione Granger, once the bane of his Potions Class…was now his eager little lover. She was good for him, made him feel younger and connected. She had a dark side too, loving his hungry possession, his slightly obscene vocalizations as he twisted her into pretzel after pretzel, pummeling her petite little body.

Her eyes were nervous, hungry as she swept back and forth anxiously, her robes swishing back and forth as she watched for him, waited for him and longed for him. Let her work herself into a frenzy, wondering if he would show.

But he always showed.

Tonight, tonight he would be “impatient.” The little witch loved impatient. Loved when he made his hunger clear, first and foremost. There were times for foreplay, but Hermione also appreciated the caveman approach, the “I cannot wait to have you” method.

In all honesty, he couldn’t wait to have her. It had been three weeks since they last engaged and the wizard wanted to hear her voice hit an octave over C as she fit snugly around his thick, long organ.

He felt his robes beginning to tent.

It was time.

Hermione was in mid-pace when he glided up to her, his black eyes hard and hungry, making her belly flip over in anticipation.

”You look anxious,” the wizard purred down at her.

“Severus,” she breathed, “I’ve missed you so much.”

The couple never gave public displays of affection, but the witch’s heartfelt words were like a caress to the dark wizard. Of all the people that peppered the planet, only Hermione Granger cared whether he lived or died, only Hermione’s Granger’s eyes lit up with joy when he stepped into view. His chest and his loins tightened.

”I have felt your absence as well, witch,” he said silkily, catching her arm and leading her to the lift.

Hermione’s heart pounded. Whenever they were alone on a lift she could count on a few kisses and caresses by the wizard before reaching their floor. But alas, an old witch with a kneazle in her arms joined them, riding up to the same level that their room was on.

Hermione in tow, Severus swept out of the lift and down to the room they had booked for tonight, sliding a card through the slot and opening it, allowing Hermione to enter first, then following closely behind.

The moment the door closed, the wizard grabbed her, lifted her and pinned her to the wall, his mouth covering hers passionately, his tongue scouring her mouth hungrily to reacquaint itself with her flavor, as his lean battle-scarred body also reacquainted itself with her curves.

Once again, Hermione was overwhelmed by the wizard’s desire for her. To the world, Severus Snape was a cold, disciplined man who never lost control…but the witch knew better. She knew behind closed doors the wizard threw off all restriction and immersed himself fully in the carnal pleasures she provided him. There was no place on her body he wouldn’t touch, taste and explore, no pleasure he would deny himself. Severus Snape was passion epitomized, desire unleashed and she the vehicle to bliss and wholeness.

Hermione felt she could have died the first time the word “love” slipped past his lips. He had been immersed in her body, staring down at her as she cried out beneath his pistoning hips.

“You are the only witch who has ever inspired my love,” he had breathed at her, “the only witch who has ever broken through the stone surrounding this broken, battered heart to fill in the cracks and fissures with your passion, sealing it with the mortar of your affection so I could feel again. You mean more to me than my next breath. I will never let you go, Hermione Granger. You are mine forever. Forever, witch.”

Then he took her to the heights and beyond them, crooning his love over and over again until she shattered into pieces in his arms. It was his turn to put her back together…and he did.

He always did. She needed him as much as he needed her.

Hermione gasped as the wizard fell to her throat, nipping it then suckling it as if trying to devour her.

“I love the way you taste,” the Potions Master growled, “and I love the way you feel wrapped around my cock…a feeling I’ve been without for far too long.”

Hermione shuddered, her core aching for contact. Gods, she hoped he wouldn’t wait, wouldn’t torture her too long with his hands and lips. She loved his foreplay but her body was starved for his connection, his girth and length inside her. It had been far too long.

”I don’t want to wait,” she breathed.

”You won’t have to my love,” he hissed, drawing his wand and divestoing both of their garments, then grinding against the witch, hard flesh to soft, his breathing harsh and labored.

He took her down to the tile, resting her on her back and rising to his knees, pulling her forward, his huge cock ready and aching to return to the sweet, pulsing home between her thighs.

Hermione pushed up on one hand and grasped his strong shoulder for balance, her eyes blazing with desire as she looked up at him, her lips parted and glistening.

Severus fell forward for a moment, kissing her hungrily to show her this was more than an animal act, but still an act of extreme hunger, then repositioned himself, grasping her thigh and thrusting forward, penetrating deeply, his eyelids fluttering as Hermione’s soft, hot sleeve surrounded him.

“I love you,” he hissed, letting his need take him as the witch cried out in bliss.


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