Happy Bloody Christmas, Severus Snape!

Hermione spent most of the remaining days before the winter holiday with Ginny, who was busy watching her first born. James Potter was a little handful, much as she imagined, his namesake had been. Hermione had never been interested in children before, but watching her godchild had been a comforting and somewhat distracting experience. She hadn’t spoken to Ginny about the kiss she’d stolen in the dungeons, and now she was certain she never would. Since that night Snape had avoided sitting next to her, even at the cost of being stuck next to Trelawney. It stung, even though she had intended on avoiding him anyway.

Almost three days had gone by since the incident, nine meals spent in absolute silence except for several captivating conversations with little James, who could barely manage to chew adult food let alone speak in a full sentence. Still, she had to admit there was something charming about this small being. Something that made her long for her own. Maybe it was the clean smell of soap, or the way that he clung to her so lovingly, or perhaps it was the mop of black hair that in her bleakest moments led her to fantasize about a life with a man who would take care of her children while she went off to school. Hermione’s greatest fear was the sacrifice she would be forced to make as a woman: learn all you can and remain childless, or forfeit the ability to attend the institute in order to bear offspring. It was the problem she had faced with Ron, and now it was the problem she would face by herself. Fate it seemed had chosen for her.

“Your auntie Hermione is sick of being alone” she whispered to the gurgling bundle in her lap. It was hard to keep the tears from cascading down her cheeks, but tonight Snape sat less than a seat away thus ensuring Hermione’s complete humiliation if she gave in to her baser instincts. It wasn’t that she wanted to run off that minute and get married, or end up barefoot and pregnant. She just wanted to know that the opportunity would be there when she was done with her studies. Snape had been right when he described her right wizard, but what neither of them had realized at the time was that that wizard was him.

“Oh drat,” Ginny huffed, “Harry’s forgotten to come to dinner again. Honestly, ever since that man took up teaching it’s almost impossible to pull him off that Quidditch field. Hermione, watch James for me? Thanks”

Ginny hadn’t waited for her consent, but Hermione didn’t mind. James was a welcome diversion to her mind now that Ginny had left the only seat between Snape and herself wide open. Her son however seemed to have no intention of letting his godmother go unscathed. As soon as Ginny fled the great hall in search of her nomadic husband, James began to coo in the most absurd fashion possible, pointing at Snape’s rather large nose. Snape who up until that point had ignored them could no longer do so when many of the students began to snicker and point up at the teacher’s table.

“Control that brat, Miss Granger” he sneered coldly. “I will not have another James Potter ridiculing me in this school.”

Hermione tried to lower the child’s hand, but the more he pointed the more agitated Snape became, and the more she found amusement in the situation. Only Severus Snape would take a child’s innocent pointing as a matter of taunting from the afterlife. Hermione knew what James Potter had done to Snape as a child, but that was no reason to get disgruntled with a toddler.

“Perhaps if we allowed him to play with your considerable amount of nose he would cease pointing.” she countered.

Snape glared at her icily. It had been a low blow, she acknowledged, but the man infuriated her. Was she so repulsive that a man like Snape, who had probably paid for sex most of his adult life, would not lay a hand on her, even for so short of a duration as the Christmas holiday? Hermione knew she was no twiggy, but she was hardly ugly.

“As it stands Miss Granger, I suggest you remove yourself from the Great Hall, before I throw the lot of you into the snow.”

Had his lip not curled at that exact moment, Hermione would have socked him in the eye. He may have appeared to be acting the part of the ass, but she recognized his inability to keep a straight face for what it was. For whatever reason, despite the obvious compatibility that had surfaced from the night before, Severus Snape was trying to get rid of her. Being a Gryffindor she could hardly let him get away that easy. Whether it was the beginning of a wonderful fling or something that could develop into more, Hermione intended on enjoying every minute of it.

“Perhaps you should remove me then. To your chambers perhaps” she said.

Snape blushed, standing quickly. Hermione nearly giggled in delight when his hand wrapped around her wrist, tugging her up from her seat. She handed off little James to Harry as he and Ginny approached the head table, neither she nor Severus caring about the looks on their faces. Most of the great hall had broken into whispers about where the Headmaster, and the former Hogwarts student were running off to in such a bizarre manner. Severus Snape appeared to have reverted to his cave man ancestry, Hermione smirking at his back.

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When they were alone in one of the remote corridors of the dungeons, Severus whirled around, pressing Hermione into an alcove. For the first time in five years he was completely and utterly torn as to what to do.

“Stop thinking so much and kiss me already” she demanded. Severus’ lips curled as he lowered his head slowly to claim her lips. Too slowly, he supposed, because she immediately rose on her tip toes and jammed her lips against his. She tasted delicious, like the béchamel sauce the house elves had insisted on making this year. It wasn’t the ideal first kiss he had envisioned, Miss Granger was a heartier witch than he imagined she would be. None of that mattered now, as her tiny hands roamed the span of his chest, quickly traveling lower to caress his burgeoning member.

“Miss Granger, I don’t think we should be doing this in the halls…the students” he groaned.

Hermione took his hand in her own, sliding it down her skirt, and into the truly most horrible pair of underwear she was wearing. She hadn’t expected to try to seduce Severus in the halls you see, in fact, thinking she had no chance at all with the headmaster Hermione had decided that she would remain as comfortable as possible…high rise knickers included. She regretted that choice now, but there was nothing to be done except hope that he would not notice them and immediately envision Trelawney or worse…Professor McGonagall.

“Let’s be a little adventurous! Who knows when we will get this opportunity again.”

By the time she had worked his robes open and pushed his boxers down exposing his hard cock, Severus could no longer form words. It had been months since he’d last been a woman, and the last couldn’t have held a candle to Hermione. As much as he had wanted their first interlude to occur in the privacy of his bedroom, Severus couldn’t help but give in to her youthful exuberance. It should have shocked him, but as she got on her knees and practically inhaled his full length, swirling her tongue back and forth over his leaking head, Severus was proud that his affections had always laid with women of the Gryffindor house. They were fearless.

Hermione was too busy enjoying the feel of his cock in her mouth to think. The only thing she could do was feel: feel pleasure in the few groans he could not contain, in the way he gripped her hair as he neared his release, in the way his salty semen coated the back of her throat.

“Hermione Granger, you have exceeded at yet another skill” he muttered, “insufferable know-it-all.”

Hermione hummed around his length in momentary satisfaction, his flaccid member making a soft popping noise as it escaped his mouth. Any praise from Severus Snape was high praise indeed, but this time it meant more than just her desire to succeed, it left a warm fuzzy feeling. Severus Snape was no longer the cold inaccessible headmaster, now like it or not, he was more.