Five Steps To Mastering The Senses

Finale

It had been well over a week since she had visited him. It was clear that she had acquired the knowledge she was seeking and needed nothing more. But he did need more. Not being able to stay away any longer, Severus decided to go to her. It was late enough in the night that no one would be in the halls. Silently he approached her room. Waving his hand, her door opened. The essence of sex filled his nostrils and he quickly entered. The room was dim with shadows dancing from the candlelight. Across the small room she stood with her back to him, motionless.

“I have been waiting, Professor Snape,” she said confidently. He raised an eyebrow, intrigued by her statement.

“May I inquire to what that is, Miss Granger?” Hermione turned to face him. She reached up to unclasp her robe. Pushing it off her shoulders, it dropped to the stone floor. She stood in front of him, wearing nothing. Her long, slender legs led to her gently curved hips and narrow waist. Her dark nipples were erect, standing out from her full breasts.

“I thoroughly review before taking my exams and since you are my study partner, Professor, I am ready to review.” Seeing the flicker of excitement and surprise in his eyes she couldn’t prevent a smug look from taking over her expression.

Severus forced himself to remain in control as his eyes wandered over her body. Control would be a difficult task, but he would succeed.

“Where do you propose we start, Miss Granger?” His eyes ran along her body once more. “Admiration?” The back of his fingers grazed her dark nipple, causing her body to shiver. He stepped closer to her. He raised an eyebrow asking, “Touch?” He dipped his finger between her legs into her folds and grazed her clit, enticing a moan from her. “Auscultation?” His fingers were covered with her wetness. He brought them to his nose and inhaled. “Scent?” He then moved them to his mouth and sucked them clean. “Taste?”

Her eyes studied his body.

Stepping closer she said, “You’re the professor. What do you suggest?” He looked at her intently.

“A culminating activity?” he suggested.

“Perfect,” she whispered.

They stepped toward each other joining in a desperate passion filled kiss.

Severus knew that the time had come to culminate all that he had taught her. He could feel it in his very bones. The emotion that he’d kept carefully hidden was in danger of slipping past his control. Her kiss was undoing him both physically and emotionally. His raging erection was instantaneous. He allowed his hands to slide down the smooth curve of her back, slowly tracing her spine, delighting in the shiver that he drew from her in reaction. Their tongues nursed upon one another as he found the curve of her bum and squeezed both cheeks, pressing her close, wanting her to feel his hard cock pressing into her soft belly.

Hermione was almost dizzy with wanting her professor. The lessons he’d given her over the past days had continued to awaken the woman within, and now she wanted out. She could taste herself on his lips, and she licked his lower one, then sucked on it.

Severus stepped slightly away from her, his hand stroking her silky belly and dipping lower to her slick curls. Her warm folds were dripping wet and he inserted his fingers inside her, stroking deeply. She moaned, and held onto him for support. His thumb lightly traced her clit, then rubbed. He stretched her interior, curling his fingers and pressing until she squealed heatedly. Her face was buried in his shoulder, her breath ragged.

His fingers thrust faster. She was so wet that her juices were dripping down and coating his palm. He flicked her clit, over and over. Soft mewling sounds mingled with his name were muffled in his clothing as her inner muscles began to clinch. She was close to coming around his fingers.


His trousers were tented with his abject hardness, which was so excited that it was spreading a wet spot across the cloth. Hermione’s hand found the spot and she rubbed the head, tracing its outline, then squeezing the tip. He thrust into her hand, never ceasing the motion of his fingers inside her hot tunnel.

“Please,” she whispered, as the friction increased and she began tumbling over the edge. She saw stars as a new rush of wetness came from her and his thumb kept torturing. He felt her knees collapsing and didn’t hesitate to sweep her into his arms. She was still trembling with aftershocks as he laid her on the bed, which she’d already turned down.

She slowly opened her eyes to see him licking her juices off his hand, sucking at each finger in turn, then looking at her hungrily. A whispered spell and his clothing was gone.

Standing before her he was unclothed, staring intently at her. His eyes were displayed hunger. Never breaking eye contact he got into the bed and placed his body over hers, bracing his body with his arms. Hermione’s legs spread open and he moved the tip of his cock along her slick walls. She raised her hips so the friction could increase on her clit.

His eyes followed her hand as it reached between her legs. She spread her wetness along her walls and then around his the head of his cock. He hissed at her touch and the sensation spread across his groin like fire. He wanted to pound into her, fuck her mercilessly but he didn’t want to hurt her.

“Please,” she whispered, “please, Severus.” She no longer said ‘Professor Snape.’ There was a silent understanding between them both that this was no longer a student-teacher relationship.

His groin ached to fill her. He could see her, smell her, taste her, hear her pleas, but there was one left – touch. Slowly he entered her. Her warm, wet walls clinched his cock as her legs wrapped around his waist. His arms were shaking a bit as his body fought his mind, which was commanding it to take it slow.

‘Touch,’ he whispered. There was nothing more exquisite than this kind of touch. Slowly he withdrew but not completely. He entered her again, watching her eyes. He listened to her breathing. This kind of touch was more than physical. He was touching her soul.

He continued thrusting slowly, rhythmically so that he could pleasure her in every way. His body was responding to her and he had to force himself slow down, to relish this. She was vaguely aware of him whispering, not even sure what he was saying.

Her body pushed against his, her hips meeting his thrusts. She cupped his face and pulled him toward her, kissing him deeply. He allowed the fullness of his weight on her as he wrapped his arms around her. His speed began to increase along with his impending orgasm.

‘No,’ he thought, ‘not yet.’ It had been too long since he felt such pleasure and he wanted to make sure she savored it too.

Holding her with one hand on her back, he lifted them both up and back so that she was now straddling him. He was losing control so he gave the control to her.

Hermione began to move up and down on him. His fingers went to her clit and rubbed in the same rhythm she had set. She kissed his neck and collarbone, nipping and tasting his skin. Her hands both rubbed and scratched his back, enticing moans from him. The vibration of his moans against her ear surged a wave of excitement throughout her body.

His fingers increased in speed and she hissed, “Yes…like that.” Her arms gripped his shoulders as her hips jerked hard and fast. Her walls clamped around his shaft and she let out a cry. Her climax was powerful but he never realized just how powerful it could be while sheathed in her. Her mouth bit into his shoulder, breaking the skin as she came.

As her body relaxed, she laid on her back, moving her legs around his waist. Staying on his haunches, he held her by her hips and continued thrusting into her. Hermione held herself up on her elbows, watching their union. It was his turn. She wanted him to release inside of her. She sensed he was holding back, concerned for her.

“Harder,” she cried. Severus didn’t wait another second. He began pounding into her, feeling her cervix every time. “Yes…yes,” she hissed.

The angle he was entering her rubbed her G-spot perfectly. He could see it in her eyes that another orgasm was quickly building. Again her hips jerked hard and her walls clamped around him, crying out. This time he came with her. A deep moan escaped from him, indicating his body won control.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Lying in his arms, she was the one to hold him close.

“Why?” he asked. They both craved knowledge and the determination to seek out this knowledge, so he was prepared to hear that he had been used as a resource in her quest for a N.E.W.T. in Advance Transfigurations. Hermione slowly withdrew her arms from around his waist and sat up.

“I guess it’s because you offered your help that day in the library,” she said, waiting for his reaction.

“If you recall, I didn’t offer it. I merely suggested that what you were seeking could not be found in a book.” His eyes narrowed a bit, watching for her reaction.

“True. Then I asked you to explain what you meant.” Her expression was solemn.

“And that is all?” he asked. She was trying to interpret his thoughts, but his somber expression gave no hints.

“Yes,” she finally replied, looking away.

“Very well.” He stood up, quietly dressed and left her rooms. Hermione pulled the covers over her body, closed her eyes, and cleared her mind. She didn’t want to think about anything.

The next day Hermione took her final exams in Advanced Transfigurations. She was confident that she scored high, but was still concerned the she could have scored even higher. Over the next week the rest of the students took their exams as the seventh years relaxed and reminisced over their time at Hogwarts.

She had run into Professor Snape several times during that final week. With the exception of a quick glance, neither one acknowledged the other’s presence.

The final day arrived and Hermione’s trunk was being loaded onto the train as she waited in line to board the Hogwarts Express. Her mind, along with her heart was deep in thought. She had said her goodbyes to her friends and most of her professors, but it was with a heavy heart she did not say goodbye to Professor Snape.

She had spent most of the night debating with herself why she should or should not say goodbye, but her mind won out, leaving her heart aching. She stepped onto the train and turned to take one last look at Hogwarts. It was then she remembered the promise she made to herself seven years ago – ‘No regrets.’ If she left now, she would regret it for the rest of her life.

Severus stood in the shadows of the trees, watching her step onto the train. ‘It’s over,’ he thought. Turning, he quickly left. He had been a fool to allow his emotions to get involved. She was too much like him, willing to go to all means to get what she wanted. He moved quickly to the edge of the school grounds and was startled by a voice.

“Ask me again,” said the voice. Severus turned around and saw her standing in front of him.

“What?” he snapped. His eyes narrowed, glaring at her.

“Ask me again. Ask me why I did it,” she said. He saw the uncertainty in her eyes, which could have been fear or guilt. He didn’t know and he didn’t want to know.

“You have a train to catch, Miss Granger,” he hissed before turning and walking away. She watched him leave with robes billowing behind him. He was headed for the edge of the grounds. Once there he would Apparate elsewhere and she would never see him again so she blurted out her answer.

“I did it because of the way you kissed me!” she yelled. He stopped but didn’t turn around. She quickly ran to catch up with him. Standing behind him, she repeated herself, but in a quieter voice. “I did it because of the way you kissed me.”

“And how did I kiss you, Miss Granger?” She closed her eyes, remembering their first kiss.

“With passion,” she said slowly, “and desire. I felt your desire for me. You had to have felt my desire for you.” She opened her eyes to see him turning toward her.

“Desire? If you held such desire for me, then why do I only see fear in your eyes?” he asked sharply. She was trembling at the tone of his voice, but didn’t back down.

“Because my fear is that I will never achieve that level of desire with anyone in my life, that I will never be kissed with that much passion, that I will never hunger for a man as much as I hunger for you. Professor Snape, I was with you not because I needed to get a N.E.W.T. in Advance Transfigurations, I was with you because I needed you. Professor, I need you now. You showed me such complex levels of desire that I know I will never and could never experience with anyone but you. I need you – Severus.”

He took a step closer to her and hissed, “I refuse to play games, Miss Granger.”

“This is not a game,” she snapped. He studied her eyes and expression, noting her sincerity.

“What do you want, then?” he asked in a less threatening tone.

“I want you,” she whispered.

“Why me?” he asked. She was now the one studying his eyes, his expression, noting his tone of voice. He was the one who was exposed, open and vulnerable. A gentle smile spread across her face and she stepped closer to him. Raising her hand, her fingers slowly stroked his cheek and stopped to cradle his jaw.

“Because you are perfect.” She lifted herself up on her tiptoes and kissed his lips gently, silencing him at the same time. She knew he would protest and she was not going to let him.

Severus closed his eyes at the touch of her lips. He was going to respond but her mouth claimed his and all he could do was respond to her kiss instead of her statement. It had only been a week since he’d kissed her, yet it seemed like years. His fingers laced through her hair, cradled her face and pulled her closer to him. Their tongues explored each other’s mouths, finding the passion and hunger they had for each other. Her body shivered from the touch of his hands and the nearness of his body. She leaned her body into his, indicating she was his. The kiss came to an end and he pulled back to look at her.

“I’m not perfect,” he whispered.

“Severus, you are. In my eyes you are perfect.” He took her by the hand, led her to the edge of the school grounds and then stopped.

“Join me?” A smile spread across her face.

“I would have it no other way.” Severus held her close and they Apparated together.


~ The End