The long and winding road to love

Chapter 4: Tasting a piece of heaven








Well, yes. This story seems to include
every SS/HG cliché every invented. I wanted to thank you all for your awesome
reviews; and a special thanks to my beta reader; Lily Malfoy.

Kairi, I made your day.

Anyhow; here it is; chapter 4. Enjoy…

 

Chapter 4: Tasting heaven.

 

Three days had passed; three nights had passed since
Hermione’s first detention and the “deseous potionis” was nearly finished. They
had worked hard, taking no breaks and even staying overnight in Snape’s
laboratories in order to finish the potion.

 

And, strangely enough, they had become more
comfortable with one another though extremely polite.

 

“Miss Granger is time,” he whispered for only Hermione
to hear. His voice… his deep; manly voice… how much she fancied that accent of
his. It was weird but she was utterly aroused by Severus Snape without exactly
knowing why. Perhaps it was time for Hermione to experience the pleasures of passion…
or perhaps the fumes of the “deseous potion” had finally affected her, she
couldn’t tell.

 

“Yes, Professor, should we send it to St. Mungo’s
straight away?” she asked innocently.

 

Snape laughed so loudly that Hermione was sure that
the echo of his voice could have been heard from the Astronomy Tower.

 

“Miss Granger, have you lost your mind? We need to
test this potion on someone before sending it to St. Mungo’s. They lack the
staff to test them there…so…let’s see…,” he started to say, rubbing his chin as
though reflecting about something very important, “who could It be? Who could
it be? …mmmm… any volunteers, Miss Granger?” he asked with his beady eyes on
her.

 

She said nothing; she didn’t even move. She was
scared; she was very scared.

 

“Let’s find someone, shall we?” he asked, pacing
around her as if patiently waiting to attack her, “We need a healthy young
women strong enough to taste this delicate potion,” he said without taking his
eyes from her, “Who do you have in mind?”

 

Hermione swallowed hard. Why was she so turned on by
his voice only? And his hands, his big pale hands… what wouldn’t she give to
have those hands over her?

 

“Hermione… you shouldn’t be thinking about Professor
Snape in such a way,” she said to herself while trying to think, at the same
time, about a name that would fit Snape’s description.

 

“Why a woman?” she asked.

 

“That’s a good question, Miss Granger. A woman’s
desire is ten times more discrete than men’s… or have you failed to notice the
animal appetite of your fellow male friends?” he asked.

 

Hermione giggled, and then she answered, “You are
right professor… Is Pansy Parkinson alright?” she inquired.

 

“Miss Parkinson hardly seems the appropriate choice.
We need someone a little more… innocent, Miss Granger. All of our heads
are on the line,” he whispered sounding twenty times more worried than he
really was.

 

“What about…,” she started to say, but she found
herself being interrupted by Snape… again.

 

“…you? What about you, MGranGranger?” he asked, his eyes
filled with a kind of fire Hermione had never seen before. Those eyes were, in
fact, the eyes of a madman.

 

“I’m sorry, Professor…I can’t,” she simply said,
crossing her arms across her chest.

 

“Miss Granger, don’t be foolish… what is the worst
thing that could happen?” he asked.

 

“I could end up dead,” she plainly said, her arms
still crossed.

 

“I thought that was your life goal, Miss Granger,” he
said sarcastically with an evil grin plastered on his face.

 

It took time for Hermione to actually get round the
idea of tasting the “deseous potion”. But, in the end, she took the right
decision. Not because it was easy but because he had asked for it.

 

She instantly opened her mouth, allowing him full
access to insert the spoonful of potion. It was brown and sticky like the
Polyjuice Potion but a lot sweeter, according to Hermione. When the cold spoon
touched her mouth, she immediately felt the effects of the tonic.

 

A voice from inside her head was whispering
instructions. She closed her eyes, trying to focus on what the voice was
saying. And suddenly she knew… she had to confess her deepest desire. She did
as told and that was all it took. After pronouncing the words, all she managed
to feel was pleasure.

 

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Severus Snape wasn’t entirely sure why or how it had
happened. He opened his eyes, the morning after, trying to recall the night
before. But it was useless; he remembered everything and still he was unable to
explain it.

 

She had come to him, her eyes filled with passion and
he knew right away that he was the object of her deepest desire. It was
hopeless to run away; she would find him. It was hopeless for him to reject
her; she would make him do it because the girl standing in front of him was not
Hermione Granger, one of Hogwarts most brilliant minds, but Hermione Granger,
nymphomaniac.

 

It is strange and ironical how people’s deepest
desires always seem to include sex and love. Why do we need to feel attractive
all the time? Why do we need to feel love by everyone?

 

Hermione started to strip off her white robes,
Hogwarts skirt and Gryffindor tie revealing nothing but a pair of tights, pink
knickers and a white oversized shirt.

 

“Professor, do you find me attractive?” she asked
while positioning herself on top of him, rubbing herself
on Snape’s erection.

 

He said nothing; partly because it was true. He found
her attractive but he was far too old for her and apart from that he was her
teacher, for Gods sake! What they were doing was immoral and indecent and maybe
the main reason they were going through with it.

 

He started unbuttoning her shirt clumsily; at least 17
months had passed since he had last done it and he found it quite liberating
though extremely awkward. When he had finally finished he introduced one hand
through her open shirt, caressing her tiny breasts for the very first time.
They weren’t as small as he had thought they were. In fact, they fit his hand
perfectly. Her nipples were pink and they were now erect thanks to Severus’
caresses.

 

“Oh, Severus…,” she said, her heart burning with
desire. Once again, he remained silent while slowly devouring her left nipple
while squeezing the other.

 

He traced a path of kisses down her belly button; his
erection was enormous by now. It hurt, but it was fulfilling to see that she
was enjoying it. He timidly placed his right hand between her legs.

 

“You are wet,” he whispered into her ear. But that was
not the Hermione Granger everyone knew and loved; it was a different Hermione.
A Hermione whose only objective in life was to fulfil her deepest desires… and
what a life goal that is!

 

“Yes…I’m wet for you, Severus,” she confessed,
modulating each word separately. He liked how his name sounded coming from her
mouth.

 

His erection was about to explode… but she cared for
nothing but her own needs. She took her knickers off, positioning him between
her creamy legs. She was wet and as soon as his tongue touched her cavity she
moaned with pleasure; a kind of pleasure she ignored existed until that night.

 

“Oh, Severus,” she shouted. Once again he said
nothing. He continued to please her with his tongue and hands until she finally
came. He inserted his index finger in her mouth making her taste her own
juices. She fondly sucked his finger, while he kissed her neck. And that, my
friends, was the drop that overflowed Snape’s glass. He had to have her.

 

He tried to cool himself; he tried to think of
something else. She was a student, for Gods sake! He couldn’t betray
Dumbledore’s confidence in such a way now, could he?

 

He had his pants still on, and Hermione seemed to have
noticed.

 

Getting on her knees, she found herself face to face
with Snape’s erection. She slowly unzipped his black trousers, releasing his
hard shaft. How great it felt!

Without asking too many questions she introduced
Severus’s erection to her mouth, after a couple of strokes for lubrication. Her
warm mouth was wrapping his erection; she was trying to make him feel all the
things she had experienced just minutes before. And after only a couple of minutes
he had exploded in her mouth not entirely sure if that was the correct thing to
do.

 

But when Snape thought that the only thing for him to
do was to penetrate Hermione, she fainted on his arms, totally naked.

 

“The potion must have worn off,” he thought to himself
while walking towards his chambers, carrying Hermione in his arms. He placed
her on his bed, covering her with his black sheets. She was beautiful… oh Gods!
How beautiful she was! And he had been close… he had almost taken her innocence
forever.

 

He had managed to find a sofa comfortable enough for
him to spend the night. And as soon as his head had touched the soft velvet
covering one of the cushions he felt asleep only to wake up hours later.

 

And now he was naked in front of the roaring fire
while a puzzled Hermione was sitting on the edge of the bed, trying to figure
out why on earth she was naked.

Nothing in the world could have made the situation any
worse…

 

…that is except from Dumbledore and, of course,
Cornelius Fudge.

 

“Severus…Hermione!” Dumbledore shouted,
his aged face on the green flames. He did not look happy; he did not look happy
at all.

 

“Headmaster, I can explain…,” He started to say, but
it was useless. How on earth would he manage to explain, in colloquial
language, that they were naked for the Longbottom’s sake?

“Headmaster…It was my entire fault. I tasted the “Desous potion” but little did Snape know that the object of
my deepest desire was… well… was…,” she tried to explain but once again she had
lost the ability to speak. She was so embarrassed.

 

“Yes, my dear?”

 

“…That the object of my deepest desire was to sleep
naked in the company of a man,” she lied blushing like a tomato, “I’m very
sorry, sir.”

 

“It’s alright, my dear,” Dumbledore said. But he
looked worried still.

 

“Headmaster I am ready to assume full responsibility
for my actions. I was the one that induced Miss Granger to taste such a
delicate potion,” Snape tried to explain.

 

“I know, Severus…I know. You should save your
explanation for Cornelius, though; he witnessed the whole scenario as well and
he does not look happy,” Dumbledore said, stepping back. Fudge’s head was in
the middle of the flames, looking not only angry but worried.

 

“Severus I am very disappointed on you… Could you
please put some robes on and step into my office? We have a lot of things to
discuss… and please bring Miss Granger as well,” he said with indignation, and
then… with a loud pop! He disappeared, leaving both Hermione and Severus alone.


 

Life had seemed so easy only hours ago, when passion
and pleasure were everything… and now those same sensations were making both
Snape and Hermione’s lives hell.

 

Life had never been so ironic and neither Snape nor
Hermione were able to laugh about it.