Snape walks into a bar (challenge answer)

The weeks that followed Hermione’s first day back at school only increased in difficulty. Every week Hermione found herself dreading potions and doing everything possible to avoid direct contact with Professor Snape. However, it was less then a useless attempt. Since she had been trying so hard to avoid him, she seemed to actually be running across him more often then ever!
“Hermione, can I talk to you for a minute?” Ron caught Hermione as she was entering the banquet hall the third Friday evening of the school year. The two of them had more or less been avoiding one another as well. Their relationship was on an unspoken, but clearly obvious, break. Every time Ron had wanted to talk to her he got scared and couldn’t bring himself to even look at her. She was just frustrated with his immaturity.
“Sure…what’s up?” Hermione stepped away from the door and Ron followed her into a small alcove in the entry hall, out of the way of hungry students.
“What’s going on with us?” He asked bluntly.
“Well, I thought it was pretty obvious that you’re over me, so…”
“Over you? But I’m not!” Ron insisted. “I’m totally under you…” He frowned at his own jumble of words. “I mean…I’m into you…I’m not over you…”
Hermione snickered at how flustered the redhead was. “Ron, it’s okay. I didn’t expect everything to be back to normal once I turned up again. I’ve been away for a while and I’m sure you’ve been too busy to worry much about me this summer…I’ve been busy too you know…”
“Oh…of course.” Ron stared at the tiled floor.
“I sort of feel like our lives have separated now. I mean, I’ve been through a lot this summer and I’m just not really ready to share my business with anyone…I don’t want to be a burden to you…”
“Right, I understand…” Ron didn’t actually understand at all, but he felt that it was the mature response.
“No, you really don’t understand Ronald.” Hermione sighed. She was trying hard not to let her emotions get the better of her. “I’ve changed. If you had seen me this summer…I mean there are just things that you wouldn’t understand, and you have to accept that.”
“I don’t care how much you’ve changed Hermione. I still care about you…”
“That’s sweet Ron, and I’m sure you do, but…”
“Is there someone else?” Ron asked suddenly.
Hermione shook her head. “No, there’s no one else in particular…” She thought of her multiple summer partners and rolled her eyes. “No, there’s no one Ron. I don’t think I really want a serious relationship right now.”
“You don’t want a serious relationship?”
“No, I don’t. It would require too much responsibility and that’s the last thing I need right now.” Hermione explained.
“Then, does that mean you want a not serious relationship? Like a fling or something?”
“I don’t know. Maybe. Whatever comes I guess, I just don’t want to have to commit to anything…I’m sorry Ron.” She held his hand. “I don’t mean to hurt you. You’ve always been so great to me…but things happen, and nobody can predict what’s going to happen in life, you know?”
Ron nodded and pulled his hand away. “I understand Hermione, really I do.” He frowned and let out a deep breath. “You don’t want to commit to me.” He turned and stalked away angrily.
Hermione shut her eyes tightly and gritted her teeth. She cursed Ron in her mind, hating him for his immaturity, but hating herself for lying to him. She hoped he would understand eventually. After all the men she had been with over the summer, she didn’t feel that she was quite capable of maintaining a relationship anymore. Her life had been reduced to the career of a prostitute. Ron could never know about it, if he did he would definitely hate her. In a way she hated herself. She hated the stress that was building up in her mind. She was desperate for release and she knew the way she wanted it, but once again she realized that at Hogwarts she was very unlikely to receive any of that sort of release.
“You would not!” Hermione heard a guy’s voice approaching from around the corner and for some reason she ducked farther into the small alcove to hide.
“I would too!” that was unmistakably Ginny’s voice.
“But I thought you and Seamus were together!” Hermione couldn’t yet recognize the guys’ voice.
“We are.” Ginny laughed. “Who said he had to know anything about it?”
“I always took you for a sweet girl, Ginny Weasley!” The guy laughed now. “Who would’ve thought you were whore!”
“It’s a recent hobby…” She laughed again. “Actually my brothers got me into it, but that’s a long story. Are we going to fuck or not?”
They were passing the alcove now and Hermione took a chance to peek out of the alcove. They didn’t see her, but she immediately recognized the guy as Dean Thomas, Seamus’ best friend.
“Promise Ron will never know? He’d murder me!” Seamus begged.
Hermione gasped as Ginny slipped her hand around the older boy’s backside and pinched his ass hard. “I swear. It’ll be our secret. Just don’t tell Seamus.”
“Of course not!”
“Good, then let’s meet after supper, say in about one hour in Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom. No one will bother us there.” Ginny decided. Dean nodded and the two separated as they moved into the banquet hall.
She really does know how to have fun. Hermione thought to herself as she pondered the conversation she had just overheard. She was awed by how much the young girl had grown up over the summer. Then she turned bitter and jealous about how much play the younger girl was receiving and how Hermione had gotten none for herself. She was becoming desperate. A rather erotic thought crept into her mind and she quickly entered the banquet hall. She found a seat between Dean Thomas and another seventh year boy.
“So you’re into fucking?” Hermione whispered nonchalantly into Dean’s ear. His eyes grew so wide Hermione thought his eyeballs could pop out of his skull. “Try not to look so damn obvious!”
His expression calmed slightly. “I don’t know what you’re talking about!” He insisted.
“I heard you talking to Ginny.” She licked her lips. “I can do things to you that kid can’t even pronounce!”
“I…you…” Dean stuttered. A flush was rising up his neck.
“And I don’t want to wait a whole hour!” She slipped her hand beneath the table and squeezed Dean’s cock through his robes.
He choked on his pumpkin juice and stared at her.
“Well?” She stood and left the banquet hall. She didn’t even have to look back. He followed her with less then a second’s delay. She led him up the stairs to the room of requirement and paced three times in front of the door before pushing the door open and entering it with him on her heels.
He frowned at the room she had created. It wasn’t very large, no more then a square of fifteen feet. The floor was thick carpet, so thick that their feet sank. The only object in the room was a small cabinet in one corner. It was closed and Dean couldn’t even imagine what it held.
“Hermione, I have to admit that I’ve dreamed about doing it with you…” Dean grinned.
“Then why are you wasting so much time?” Hermione unfastened her long robe and tossed it to the side. Dean did the same with his. She unbuttoned her shirt quickly, wasting no time on strip-tease foreplay. Her skirt and shoes followed so soon she was standing before him in nothing but her very revealing black panties and bra. Her hair was braided so it was out of her face. She placed her hands on her hips and frowned. “Are we going to do this or not?”
Dean nodded. “Of course!” And he started undressing much more quickly. While he was removing his clothes Hermione moved over to the cabinet and started browsing through the contents. He was still working on the buttons of his shirt by the time Hermione had pulled off her panties and inserted a thick vibrator insider her pussy. “Wow…” Dean had never seen a girl masturbate and he was shocked by how turned on it made him.
She moved over to him and with one hand she guided one of his hands between her thighs so he was holding the vibrator. Then once her hands were free she finished removing his shirt and his boxers so he was finally naked. He was impressively endowed, though not as well as some of her clients. But he was at least eight inches and still hardening, so she had hope for his thickness. Her hands circled around his stiffening cock and smiled at the moan that rose in his throat.
“Take off my bra.” She ordered. He quickly obliged but was a little clumsy with the process she raised her arms and let it slip off of her. He stared at her breasts with excited eyes.
“You’re more beautiful then I imagined.” Dean gasped.
Hermione sighed. “They all say that.” She thrust her hips against the vibrator in his hands, reminding him what he was still doing down there. “I like to be on the top.” She directed Dean to the ground, still being careful to keep the vibrator busy between her legs. She liked getting herself started before letting a man into her. She let her fingers tease his cock to its full length and then turned around so her ass was up towards his face. She flattened her pussy against him, using his chest as a brace to thrust the vibrator further into her vagina. Then she lowered her mouth to his cock and wrapped her lips around its head. She sucked hard, busily sliding her tongue around the tip, urging the precum into her mouth. He groaned hard as her hands squeezed his balls and her mouth took in more of his length. The tip of his cock bumped against the back of her throat and she relaxed her jaw to pleasure him deeply.
“God Hermione!” He gasped and his hips twitched.
She stopped suddenly and turned around so she was sitting on his stomach. He stared at her curiously. She bit her lip and braced herself with one hand on the ground and the other on the end of the vibrator. She expertly twisted it around her inside of herself lifting her lips off of him and up towards his face so he had a perfect view of her pleasuring herself. She slid the vibrator out and let her juices shine on her bald pussy. She sat on him again and leaned forward rubbing her hard nipples against his cheek. He turned his head and captured one of her nipples with his mouth. She moaned and decided that she had waited long enough.
“Do you want to fuck me?”
He groaned as his tongue swirled around her nipple.
“Ill take that as a yes!” She positioned her pussy over his cock, being careful not to move her nipples too far from his mouth. He had to temporarily use his fingers though, but he wasted no time squeezing and pulling on the hard nubs with his fingers. She slid onto his cock, pumping in and out slowly until he was all the way inside of her. They moaned together as he started thrusting into her and she rocked back and forth to set the pace. “Ginny doesn’t have anywhere near my experience!” Hermione told him.
He shook his head. “I’m sure of it!”
She ran her nails down his chest and rocked faster. She screamed as he pinched her nipples hard. Suddenly the door creaked open and Hermione found herself staring into the face of her most dreaded professor.
“Oh fuck!” Dean gasped as he saw Professor Snape staring at the two of them with an unreadable expression.
“My my…what do we have here?” Snape glowered at the two of them.