Confessions of a Levelheaded Witch

Chapter 4

At the time, I couldn\'t believe what I had done. I kissed my professor! I kissed Professor Snape to be exact. If it were not for the fact that his arms were still around me and his head against mine, I would have sworn it was just another one of my many fantasies about him. It wasn\'t though. It was real. He was real.

He wasn\'t yelling at me either! Too bad his countenance didn\'t last. Once he caught his breath his smile faded and he let me go like it stung to touch me. He stood to his full height straight as a board. He didn\'t look angry which I was thankful for, but he didn\'t look pleased either. He looked confused.

“Bloody fucking hell! What the devil is going on here?” He cursed as he finally pushed past me and ran a hand through his glossy black hair. He began pacing and for the first time since I first saw my beloved professor, I observed him looking nervous and utterly panicked. Suddenly he stopped and turned to look at me. I could almost see the cogs turning in his head as his paranoid Slytherin mind worked to answer the question. He looked at me and blinked and then his eyes narrowed. That’s when he looked angry.

“Miss Granger, just what are you playing at? Whatever you think this seduction scene is supposed to accomplish I can assure you, that you will not get a damn thing from me.” He stepped closer to me looming dangerously close and glaring in all his dark snarky glory. My knees grew shaky and I felt that warm tingly feeling flowing in the pit of my stomach. How on earth, a man that once frightened the hell out of me one day started turning me on I will never know. “I will not be blackmailed if that is what you are up to!” he said vehemently.

“Professor Snape,” I said stepping back and trying to gain some control over my body. He was trying to take command over the situation, but I was the one who started this and I was the one who was pulling the strings here not him. “I do not intend to blackmail anyone. That’s not my style. I’m a Gryffindor, not a Slytherin, and I don\'t want anything from you. Is it so very hard to believe that a young woman like me could be sexually attracted to her professor? I’m so tired of being called a good girl and a bookworm. It\'s not like I want some kind of relationship with you. I just want to prove to myself that I’m really not some sexless walking brain. I know it’s hard for a man like you who’s probably been with hundreds of women to understand , but I just want a chance to let my inner sex goddess out for one night. And I want her to come out and play with you.”

Snape said nothing for several minutes he just looked at me standing there. I had laid it all out for him, but I was steeling myself for the inevitable and probably scathing rejection that he was bound to throw at me. I was beginning to get uncomfortable with him just looking at me still half naked on top and no real expression on his face to tell me whether I had finally gone too far. Finally, after several minutes, he stepped closer to me and his lips formed an evil sort of smirk.

“Miss Granger,” he said, “now I am quite sure you have lost your mind. But who am I to deny a woman in such a tizzy over me? Come here!” he demanded, and before I could breathe my next breath, he reached out and grabbed me. He roughly pulled me to him by the waist and kissed me again. I thought the first kiss was something, but this kiss was almost draining it was so powerful. Our mouths were pressed together in an near painful way. I couldn\'t stop my instincts from kicking in. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed into him as close as I could. I opened for him like a flower in spring and the demands of his tongue teasing mine made my body tingle and burn all over. I let him taste me and I reveled in the sensational feelings he was causing my body to have. I had to steady myself by holding onto his shoulders.

I prayed that he wouldn’t let go because I knew if he did, I would wind up a limbless heap on the floor. He didn\'t let go though. He continued kissing me and ran his hands from my waist down to my derriere. When he reached just under the curve of the cheeks, he squeezed and lifted me up against him, causing my legs to wrap about his middle to steady myself and keep from falling to the floor. I was so stunned by the movement I gasped and broke off the kiss.

“What’s the matter, Hermione?” he hissed between panted breaths giving me the most lascivious look I’d ever seen. I had never been so turned on in all my short life! I could feel all of him. So close, so warm, so much stronger then I expected, and so hard! Oh my God, he had a hard on for me! I wiggled against him to feel it more, and was rewarded with the most sensual sound! It was deep and guttural and it caused an incredibly pleasurable feeling in my own groin. The sex goddess inside cheered and came alive. I felt so powerful having that effect on a man so cold and callous on the outside.

“You little minx!” He growled into my neck as he began kissing, nibbling, and suckling at it. “You aren\'t trying to tease your professor are you, Hermione?”

“No professor,” I moaned as he nibbled at a particularly sensitive spot. It was getting so hot in there and breathing was becoming harder as his wonderful hands still supporting me against him, squeezed my body closer toward that delightful bulge again. “Take me to your rooms. I’ll do anything but tease you.” I promised, and with that, he gently untangled my legs from his waist so I could slide from his body. He reached for my hand with an all-knowing smirk on his face and led me to his rooms.