Forbidden Lover

Chapter Three
Hermione Finds the Kama Sutra


After lunch, Hermione followed Snape back to his rooms to retrieve the book that she'd been looking at. One book was not enough to hold her attention, so she kept looking through the shelves. Professor Snape was at the desk again, seemingly not paying her any mind. She spotted a thinner volume than the rest, stuck in amongst the endless books of potions. Delicately, she plucked it from the shelf and leafed through the first few pages. Her mouth fell open, and she quickly glanced at Snape to see if he was looking in her direction. He wasn't.


The book was full of drawings of various sexual positions. She blinked a time or two, somewhat shocked that the pissy Professor would have such a book at all. She certainly had never even given a thought to Snape and sex being connected. She wondered if she could get away with borrowing it, to look at in the privacy of her room. It was an eye opener that was for sure. She closed it and stuck it underneath the one she already had on the floor. Luckily for her there was no embossing on the spine to give away the title. Hurriedly, she selected one other book, in a hurry to get out of there before he discovered what she'd found.


Snape was doing his paperwork automatically, trying to keep his eyes off Hermione. He could hear the rustle of pages, as she looked through the books. There was something comforting to him about just sitting in the silence, knowing she was there with him.


"Are you finding anything you like?" he finally asked.


She jumped, thinking about the pictures she had seen.

"Yes, I believe I'll borrow these, if you don't mind." She got to her feet, thinking he was ready for her to leave.

Don't go.

He looked over at her, his black eyes liquid. She stood rooted to the spot, her tongue darting out to lick her suddenly dry lips.

Merlin! What a tongue. A mental picture of her swiping it across the head of his cock flashed into his mind.

Severus! He warned himself to not go there.

She walked over to him; the books still clutched in her hand. He paid them no attention, his eyes focused on her, wondering what she was up to.

She bent over and hugged him. The contact was as electric as it had been the last time in detention.

"Thank you, Professor, I'll bring these back in a day or so," she said.

"You're not going, all ready?" he asked slowly.

"I don't want to be a burden to you."

You're not.

"I'm not busy today since we are in holidays. You are not a burden to me at this moment," he said.

She leaned against the desk and looked at him. His cock jerked against his boxers.

"I didn't know you could be so nice."

I'm not nice. I am Severus Snape, master of darkness, and I want to fuck you, if I knew how to ask.

"I'm not a hard person to deal with." Depending on where she was looking for something hard.

"I.....um, always thought you were...a bit mean."

"Miss Granger, sometimes one has to be firm out of necessity. There is a difference between firmness and being mean. I would dare say that if you had to put up with a room of dunderheads you would be a raving maniac."

"If that's the case, Professor, then I admire your courage." She smiled at him, anxious to get out of there before he noticed the book she had. "I'd best go, I promised Harry and Ron that we would go visit Hagrid before dinner tonight."


It was on the tip of his tongue to tell her that the groundskeeper wasn't as important as he was but he decided he'd best let her go gracefully.

"You are welcome to come back and visit if you would like," he offered, thinking how like an idiot he sounded and hating him self for it.

"I would like that," she replied, "As long as I won't be bothering you."

"No, you won't be."

He saw her to the door. She kept the books clutched tightly, but he was only looking at her. He leaned against the door after she left, feeling his erection rise clear to his flat stomach. His hand went to his zipper, letting it free. He fisted it, watching the head redden in its oozing excitement.


He went to the bookcase and bent to retrieve his copy of the Kama Sutra that he used when he masturbated. He frowned. Surely he'd put it back in its place. He thought, where had he last seen it???

Damn. He needed the book. What a time to lose something. His mind unfailingly came back to Hermione as his hand kept moving, book or no book.


He sat down in his chair and leaned back, closing his eyes and trying to imagine what she'd look like, naked and touching herself. His hand moved faster, stroking and feeling his organ lengthen at the very idea. He was long and thick, bigger than most men. His breathing became rough as he thought about shoving himself into her.

"Herrrrmmmmmioooonnnnneeee." He gasped out as he felt his climax run up his length and boil over his fist in a hot torrent. His head fell back over the chair back, long hair tousled. He needed her. She had to come to him. There was no other way.


The object of his fantasies hurried back to her room and locked the door. She tossed the two potions books aside, kicked her shoes off, and settled against the headboard, opening the Kama Sutra. Very slowly she scrutinized each page. It didn't hide anything, she thought, looking at a woman wrapped around a man, his penis clearly inside her. She wondered how it would feel.


As she turned more pages she shifted about, feeling the uncomfortable wetness again that she'd gotten the one time before in detention with Snape. She wondered what he looked like naked, then thought, why did I want to know that? He's...... well, Snape! Her nipples began to get hard as she continued to look at the pictures. How did they manage such positions?


She nearly jumped out of her skin when Harry pounded on the door.

"Hermione, let's go, its' dinnertime, and we're hungry!"

"Yeah, move it, 'mione," Ron added.

She hid the book under her mattress and glanced at her self in the mirror. Her face looked flushed. She threw the door open and rushed out, not wanting them to see her looking like that. Harry and Ron looked at one another and shrugged. Hermione had gotten to where her behavior confused them on a regular basis.


They were allowed to sit at the teachers' table since some of the staff was gone. Harry and Ron sat near Dumbledore and McGonagall. Hermione saw Snape come in and frown at the two boys. He ignored them and sat down next to her causing Harry and Ron to exchange glances, then grins.

Hermione's boyfriend, Ron mouthed. Hermione kicked him, hard.

"Ow!" he said.

"Are you all right, Mister Weasley?" Professor McGonagall asked in concern.

"Yes, Professor, just a cramp in my leg." He glared at Hermione.

"Good evening, Miss Granger," Professor Snape said.

"Good evening, Professor." She glanced at him, feeling her stomach turn as her mind went back to the book. Surely, since it was his, he'd read it. She eyed the black robes he wore. Just what lay underneath it? She blushed, and looked down at her plate.

He looked at her sidewise, thinking that he'd like to strip her naked and take her there on the table.

Right, Severus. Like you would really do that.

He wouldn't, he had to admit. She'd probably scream and run. Hermione caught him looking at her and smiled shyly. Her face was moist and flushed. He looked back down, gritting his teeth.

Patience, Severus, don't embarrass yourself.


He was shaking inside by the time dinner was over. The Death Eater wanted to grab Hermione and plunder and he wouldn't allow it. It would be just what he needed, to be fired on the spot for raping an underage student.

The question of her age was just that, a question. McGonagall had explained to the staff about the time turner, so actually the girl was a year older - seventeen by wizarding standards. He wished her good evening and went back to his rooms, wanting her back in there with him.


Hermione ignored Ron and Harry's taunts on the way back to Gryffindor tower.

"Better watch out Herm, Snape is hot for you," Ron warned.

"He was looking at you like you were a dessert," Harry said.

"Leave the man alone," she snapped before she thought.

"Oh so now you're taking UP for him?" Harry smirked at Ron.

"Hermione's got a boy friend."


Hermione glared at Ron in silence.

"He's after your body you know," Harry said frankly.

"Don't be ridiculous, Harry," she said. "Pink ballet slippers!" The fat lady swung open, informing them that she would be attending a Christmas party that evening and would not be there to let them in and out.

"That's fine," Ron told her. "We're staying in tonight."

"He's a guy, Hermione," Ron explained. "Harry and I are both guys, and we know when a guy wants some."

"Ron!"

"It's true. Look, I know you're still a virgin, so you don't have sense enough to realize it. Just watch him next time you see him. He's been hanging round you over a year now."

"That's true Ron," Harry put in. "He turns up in the damnedest places."

"Well," Ron slapped Hermione on the shoulder, "If you want to get laid, Herm, you've got a candidate. Unless you'd like to try myself and Harry out."

"No way, Ron," she said, refusing to rise to the bait. He was teasing her anyway. "You are nuts, and I am going to bed." She stalked off.

They watched her go, and Ron turned to Harry.

"I wasn't teasing her 'bout going in with us. All the girls are gone."

"Well, we still have one another," Harry suggested with an evil grin.

"That could work in a pinch," Ron agreed, as they walked off together to their own rooms.

Ron and Harry just had to be kidding. Hermione dropped her clothes in a heap and slid into her flannel gown. Snape would not look at her like that. She was not a grown woman. He was grown, and had a lot more experience than she ever would. She pulled the Kama Sutra back out from under the bed and began looking at it again. Her nipples were achy from having been hard all afternoon. She pulled the clingy flannel away from them and kept looking. There was a drawing of the man lying on his back naked with an erection, and the woman was squatting over his face. She felt her face burn with embarrassment but an unbidden image of Professor Snape came to mind. Shame on you, she thought, forcing herself to shut the book, put out the candle, and go to sleep.

It wasn't until two days later that she knocked on Professor Snapes' door. He knew it was she. He'd been impatiently waiting for her to come back. He was slightly irritable, having been going over different sexual scenarios in his head from his past, substituting Hermione in for his victims.

"Hello, Miss Granger."

"Hi, Professor. May I come in?"

"Yes. Did you want to borrow more books?"

"Well, yes, but I wanted to ask you something."

He let her in and led her back to the study where he'd been working as usual.

"Would you like to sit?"

"No thank you," Hermione said.

Her nearness was making him uneasy again, and he tightened down on his emotions as he sat down at the desk, trying to focus himself on an essay written by Draco Malfoy.

"I wanted to ask you about one of the books I found."

I want her. Look at me, Hermione. You're doing things to me.

He was so busy talking to himself that he didn't hear her.

Hermione came up to him and nudged him gently.

"What?" he snapped, more nasty than he realized.

"I'm... sorry." She stepped back when he looked up.

"Oh, Miss Granger, I apologize. I wasn't intending to frighten you," he said. "What was it you wished to ask me?"

"Well, since you're a teacher, I thought that I could ask you something..."

"Yes?" What was she up to?


"I found this book...and I borrowed it, since you said it was all right, and I wanted to know..."

"A question about a book? Which one?"

Hermione opened the book she held and showed him a drawing from his Kama Sutra book.

Snape felt the blood drain from his face. She'd taken the book. The woman and man on the page were in an unusual position, the woman upside down, practically on her head.

"Doesn't this hurt?" she wanted to know, looking at him with wide eyes.

Say something, you blathering fool.

Snape stared at her, at a loss for what to say.

"And look at these," Hermione turned the pages, showing him where she'd marked some. "This has to hurt."

"Miss Granger," he said carefully at last. "I'm not certain that this is a topic that we should be discussing."

Did you masturbate while you looked at the photos like I've done?

"Well, it was in with your books."

"It should not have been there, but I am also not used to having company nor loaning out my things."

"So you won't tell me?"

Snape sighed. She was not going to give up.

"Miss Granger, I don't believe it hurts. Sex between two consenting individuals can be quite pleasurable."

"Oh." She looked at a few more drawings.

Shut the book, Hermione. You are arousing me and I am going to kiss you if you don't quit.

"You should not have even seen this," he explained nervously, a part of him secretly glad she had.

"Do men and women really kiss like this?" Hermione held up another drawing. Snape gripped the edge of his desk, knuckles turning white.


"Haven't you ever been kissed, Miss Granger?"

"Yes, but not like that." She looked at him, her curiosity getting the best of her. "Could you kiss me like that, just for once, so I can see?"

"W..WHAT???"

"You wouldn't mind, would you? Since you're a teacher, you wouldn't be trying to pull anything on me like Harry and Ron would. You're quite respectable," she explained.

You have no idea what you're saying.

Snape wanted to kiss her, but was terrified at the same time that she might find him lacking.

"I am a teacher, Miss Granger. It would be breaking school rules if I did kiss you."

She thought a moment, and then acted before she could change her mind. She kissed him.

He was in shock before he came to his senses.

Seize the moment, Severus! You're getting some of what you wanted.

Snape wrapped his arms around Hermione and hesitantly pulled her to him as he stood. The book was dropped on the floor, forgotten for the moment.

Hermione was kissing him with her mouth shut, and then he felt her tongue trace his lips. Snape opened his mouth and her small tongue slid inside tentatively. He twined his own about it, fighting back the urge to plunder, and allowed himself to taste her. Her fingers were sliding into his hair, stroking it. He felt tears come to his eyes. He hadn't offended her, apparently.

Very slowly, his hands went to her bushy mane to tangle in the slightly rough texture while their mouths were still locked together.

Hermione was drowning in his taste, and she forced herself between Snape's legs to press against him, her virgin's curiosity highly aroused. He opened his legs obligingly and she felt him. He was rigid, so hard she could feel the outline against her belly. It was hot even through the layers of cloth.

Hermione was soft against him. Snape was lost in her feel, in her taste, just simply in her. He could feel himself jerking against her soft tummy. She didn't move away as he'd thought she might. Instead, she pressed closer, and he could have sworn she rubbed against him. He was starting to tremble, out of pure nerves and fighting his need to take her.

She covered his face in little kisses, and he felt himself choking up. Severus Snape didn't cry, especially in front of a slip of a female. He gripped her shoulders, willing himself to stop. If he didn't, he'd embarrass himself.


Hermione looked at him dreamily, dazed by his closeness. She blinked, trying to find her reasonable side that was taking a nap at the moment. Her very core wanted to press against the friendly hardness that she was still feeling.


"Miss Granger," Snape began, his voice oddly thick.

"Hermione," she whispered against his lips, brushing them with her own.

"Hermione," he said, "We have to stop."

"No more kisses?" She stopped short of his mouth again.

"No," he said, kissing her lightly even as he uttered the words. "We can't. I mean, I...you......hells bells. We can't do it."

They were still wrapped in one another's arms and Hermione rested her head on his shoulder, her face buried in his neck. She didn't see the single tear trickle out of his eye that he quickly wiped away.

Reasoning slowly returned as Hermione realized what had nearly happened. Her simple request, innocently made, had implications to it that she hadn't foreseen. She began to tremble at the thought of how she would have let him do whatever he'd wanted to her, if he'd so desired.

"I'm sorry, Professor," she choked out, tears of embarrassment coming to her eyes, thinking how she'd thrown herself at him, her teacher.

"There's nothing to be sorry for," Snape said, wanting with all his might to take her to bed.

"I....I... have to go," Hermione broke from him and fled, leaving him to sit there just as stunned as she had been.

She didn't hate him and she hadn't rejected him. He let himself cry for the first time in his life.