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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
9,978
Reviews:
25
Recommended:
2
Currently Reading:
0
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Chapter 3
Chapter 3
Hermione watched Snape open his robes, revealing a very pale, slender body clad in only briefs. He seemed delicate, a slight outline of his ribs showing beneath his thin chest. Small scars laced his abdomen, which showed some musculature because of his slimness. When he removed his robes completely and let them drop behind him, Hermione saw sparse black hair speckled his arms and legs. He had his wand in his hand, and cast a contraceptive spell on her before letting it drop as well.
"Why did you do that?" Hermione asked him. "This is just a lucid dream. I can't conceive."
"All I need is for you to invade my peace again, this time claiming to carry my spirit-child," he responded with a scowl.
Without ceremony, Snape drew down his briefs, revealing his pale, pink-headed cock. It stood at attention and was surrounded by silken black hair. His balls were darker than his organ, and seemed very large and heavy for such a slightly built man.
Snape grasped Hermione by her ankles and dragged her down the bed until her arse rested on the edge of it.
"Put your hands alongside your head," he ordered.
Her heart pounding, Hermione did as he asked, and Snape leaned over her, using his arms to spread her thighs wide as he gripped her wrists. He let his cock rest on her apex and Hermione felt how heavy it was although it seemed an average size. It was hot, and pulsed against her as Snape stared down at her.
Their eyes met for several moments before Snape reached between their bodies and grasped the base of his cock and drew it down Hermione's core, seeking entry. Hermione gasped at the sensation as the wizard found his mark, fingering her hymen for a moment as if to check if it was intact. Now positioned, he looked down at Hermione.
"Spilled blood for spilled blood," he breathed, thrusting hard and driving through the small stretch of skin that protected her virtue.
Hermione cried out as Snape embedded himself deep inside her body, his eyes hard as he looked down at her. He pulled back slightly, noting the streaks of blood on his organ with some satisfaction. Then, Snape began to move, his strokes slow, deep and unhurried, his eyes never leaving Hermione's face as he fucked her.
He kept up the slow rhythm, only alternating his stroke, angling it right, left and whirling his cock inside her almost luxuriously, hardly showing any reaction to the act, simply watching Hermione.
It was much different for her. He felt—she couldn't express it if she could speak. The way the Professor looked at her, the way he felt inside her—it was the most intimate situation she had ever experienced. He was both hot and cold in his possession. Hermione moaned as Snape twisted his hips, then pressed deep, holding—holding before returning to his easy stroke. He wasn't brutal, but contained, thoroughly in control, making Hermione gasp and moan as if on cue.
Snape fucked Hermione through two slow-rolling orgasms, letting out only a hiss when her heat washed over him. When he finally came, it was with a quiet sigh and slight tremble. As he pulsed, he continued to stare at her. Finally, he withdrew, standing up and cocking his head as he studied her wet thighs.
"Mission accomplished," he said shortly, picking up his robes and wand, then Scourgifying himself. Hermione looked at him with half-lidded eyes, her hands still resting alongside her head as she basked in the afterglow. Hoorah for lucid dreams.
Snape walked around her bed, produced a rose and placed it on her night stand. Hermione's brow furrowed.
"I thought you hated roses," she said to him.
"I do. But most witches don't. It is a symbol that I have forgiven you for your callousness. A war was going on, after all. You are absolved."
Snape pointed his wand at her.
"Now—sleep."
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When Hermione awoke the next morning, she physically felt the aftereffects of her dream sex with Snape. She stretched and looked toward her nightstand.
She sat up in shock.
The red rose Snape had given her in her dream was actually there. Beside it was a folded parchment. As she threw the covers back, she could smell the scent of sex in her bed and on her body. Slowly, she picked up the parchment, opened it and read it.
Hermione,
Suffice it to say that Voldemort wasn't the only wizard with a Horcrux. I wished to be left in peace, but your obsession with my memory had magical side effects that I hadn't expected. You were drawing me into your dreams with your classicly irritating Gryffindor guilt. I risked everything in order to ease your pain and return control to my new life. It is my hope that you will keep both my secret and myself out of your dreams. You are absolved.
Now, leave me be.
Severus Snape
Hermione blinked at the parchment before it flared up in her hands. She dropped it, and it burned away to nothing. She sat there, stunned.
He had survived. Severus Snape was alive and well and snarky as ever. She had awakened with a sense of freeness, but now, she was elated. There was no need for guilt anymore. He was alive. She should have known a man like him would have a contingency plan.
Yes, she'd keep Severus Snape's secret . . . and keep it close to her heart.
THE END
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A/N: A very short story. I'm just trying to re-establish muse contact. Thanks for reading. ***
Hermione watched Snape open his robes, revealing a very pale, slender body clad in only briefs. He seemed delicate, a slight outline of his ribs showing beneath his thin chest. Small scars laced his abdomen, which showed some musculature because of his slimness. When he removed his robes completely and let them drop behind him, Hermione saw sparse black hair speckled his arms and legs. He had his wand in his hand, and cast a contraceptive spell on her before letting it drop as well.
"Why did you do that?" Hermione asked him. "This is just a lucid dream. I can't conceive."
"All I need is for you to invade my peace again, this time claiming to carry my spirit-child," he responded with a scowl.
Without ceremony, Snape drew down his briefs, revealing his pale, pink-headed cock. It stood at attention and was surrounded by silken black hair. His balls were darker than his organ, and seemed very large and heavy for such a slightly built man.
Snape grasped Hermione by her ankles and dragged her down the bed until her arse rested on the edge of it.
"Put your hands alongside your head," he ordered.
Her heart pounding, Hermione did as he asked, and Snape leaned over her, using his arms to spread her thighs wide as he gripped her wrists. He let his cock rest on her apex and Hermione felt how heavy it was although it seemed an average size. It was hot, and pulsed against her as Snape stared down at her.
Their eyes met for several moments before Snape reached between their bodies and grasped the base of his cock and drew it down Hermione's core, seeking entry. Hermione gasped at the sensation as the wizard found his mark, fingering her hymen for a moment as if to check if it was intact. Now positioned, he looked down at Hermione.
"Spilled blood for spilled blood," he breathed, thrusting hard and driving through the small stretch of skin that protected her virtue.
Hermione cried out as Snape embedded himself deep inside her body, his eyes hard as he looked down at her. He pulled back slightly, noting the streaks of blood on his organ with some satisfaction. Then, Snape began to move, his strokes slow, deep and unhurried, his eyes never leaving Hermione's face as he fucked her.
He kept up the slow rhythm, only alternating his stroke, angling it right, left and whirling his cock inside her almost luxuriously, hardly showing any reaction to the act, simply watching Hermione.
It was much different for her. He felt—she couldn't express it if she could speak. The way the Professor looked at her, the way he felt inside her—it was the most intimate situation she had ever experienced. He was both hot and cold in his possession. Hermione moaned as Snape twisted his hips, then pressed deep, holding—holding before returning to his easy stroke. He wasn't brutal, but contained, thoroughly in control, making Hermione gasp and moan as if on cue.
Snape fucked Hermione through two slow-rolling orgasms, letting out only a hiss when her heat washed over him. When he finally came, it was with a quiet sigh and slight tremble. As he pulsed, he continued to stare at her. Finally, he withdrew, standing up and cocking his head as he studied her wet thighs.
"Mission accomplished," he said shortly, picking up his robes and wand, then Scourgifying himself. Hermione looked at him with half-lidded eyes, her hands still resting alongside her head as she basked in the afterglow. Hoorah for lucid dreams.
Snape walked around her bed, produced a rose and placed it on her night stand. Hermione's brow furrowed.
"I thought you hated roses," she said to him.
"I do. But most witches don't. It is a symbol that I have forgiven you for your callousness. A war was going on, after all. You are absolved."
Snape pointed his wand at her.
"Now—sleep."
**************************************
When Hermione awoke the next morning, she physically felt the aftereffects of her dream sex with Snape. She stretched and looked toward her nightstand.
She sat up in shock.
The red rose Snape had given her in her dream was actually there. Beside it was a folded parchment. As she threw the covers back, she could smell the scent of sex in her bed and on her body. Slowly, she picked up the parchment, opened it and read it.
Hermione,
Suffice it to say that Voldemort wasn't the only wizard with a Horcrux. I wished to be left in peace, but your obsession with my memory had magical side effects that I hadn't expected. You were drawing me into your dreams with your classicly irritating Gryffindor guilt. I risked everything in order to ease your pain and return control to my new life. It is my hope that you will keep both my secret and myself out of your dreams. You are absolved.
Now, leave me be.
Severus Snape
Hermione blinked at the parchment before it flared up in her hands. She dropped it, and it burned away to nothing. She sat there, stunned.
He had survived. Severus Snape was alive and well and snarky as ever. She had awakened with a sense of freeness, but now, she was elated. There was no need for guilt anymore. He was alive. She should have known a man like him would have a contingency plan.
Yes, she'd keep Severus Snape's secret . . . and keep it close to her heart.
THE END
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A/N: A very short story. I'm just trying to re-establish muse contact. Thanks for reading. ***