Professor Snape Loses It

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Chapter 5 ~ Teaching Severus

Severus was cutting into his grilled steak when he looked at Hermione, who was sitting of the edge of the armchair watching him intently. He put his knife and fork down and scowled at her.

“Hermione, do you have to perch on the edge of that chair, staring at me like a some kind of curly-haired vulture?” Severus said, his eyes dark with anger.

Hermione started. She had been fantasizing about getting him out of those robes and seeing what his body looked like.

“I’m sorry, Severus,” she said rising as he picked up his utensils again. “I guess I can put my time to better use inspecting your bedroom and plumping the pillows.”

Severus almost choked on his steak as Hermione walked into his bedroom. Not only did he have to fuck her, but fuck her in his bed. Sweet Circe. This was getting worse and worse. He was eating as slow as possible, but the food seemed to be disappearing at an alarming rate anyway. Soon he would have nothing to hide behind and Hermione would start working on arousing him.

He finished his food, wiped his mouth with a napkin and put the plate on the table. He sat there a moment, looking toward the bedroom. His stomach gurgled. He could sit out here and wait for her to come and get him, or he could have some dignity and walk to the gallows unaided. He steeled himself and stood up. Taking a deep breath he strode toward the bedroom.

He saw that Hermione had conjured a lot of extra pillows. He normally had two, now there looked like there were close to twenty of all types, shapes and sizes. Hermione was bent over the bed arranging them in an obscenely high pile, then stepped back to admire her handiwork. Her hands on her hips. She then reached in her robes pocket and pulled out a small wireless radio, no doubt for ‘mood’ music. Snape watched her silently, his black eyes glittering. Hermione looked around the room, but not towards the door where he was standing. Her eyes fell on the wooden chair in the corner, and she looked at it consideringly, then walked over, picked it up and set it in the middle of the bedroom floor.

“What in the world are you doing?” Severus asked, gliding into the room and glaring at her, then the chair, then back at her.

Hermione looked at him, and slowly licked her lips unconsciously. Severus felt like one huge piece of meat she wanted to devour.

“You will sit here,” she said a bit hoarsely, pointing at the chair.

“Whatever for?” he asked, his brow furrowed as he looked at the chair.

“Because it will be easier for me to work on you,” she said, her eyes starting to glow a bit.

Severus swallowed at the look in her eyes. He wasn’t going to get out of this.

“Sit down, Severus,” Hermione said in a low voice.

The Potions Master walked over and sat in the chair, his black eyes focused on her face darkly. She’d pay for this. Somehow, some way he would make the randy little witch pay.

Hermione walked behind the chair, leaned over and placed her lips close to Severus’ ear. He could feel her warm breath tickling the arch of it as she spoke. She smelled of jasmine. It wasn’t an unpleasant scent.

“Now Severus, I know that mentally, you don’t want to do this,” she breathed, “but physically, you will. What I am going to do is arouse you. Don’t resist me. Just feel and watch what I do.”

Severus didn’t answer her. Hermione slowly raised herself and walked from around the chair and stood in front of him. She began to unbutton her robes slowly, pulling them apart bit by bit, revealing the white silk nightgown she wore. The fabric was thin, and Severus could see her hardened nipples puckered against the material. As she opened the robe further, he could make out a dark patch between her thighs. His traitorous cock throbbed a little, and he willed it to be still, not that it worked. Hermione let the robes drop to the floor, and Severus could see her curvaceous shape as the gown molded itself to her every curve. Well, she certainly was no Madam Hooch. She was rounded in all the right places.

“Do you like the way my gown fits me?” she asked him, walking a bit closer. Severus let his black eyes sweep over her. The gown did fit her very well.

“It seems to be your size,: he responded.

“I’m a lot smaller than you are Severus. That means you could probably pick me up very easily,” she said in a low voice, moving even closer to him. With her knee she pried his legs apart and stepped between them. Her breasts were at face level. Severus’ eyes flicked over them before looking up at her face.

“Put your hands on my waist, Severus,” she said in a low voice.

The Potions Master looked at her tiny waist for a moment, then lightly grasped it with both hands, his fingertips almost touching. Her body felt very hot.

“Are you running a temperature, Hermione?” he asked her.

“No, Severus. I am reacting to being close to you,” she said softly. Severus arched an eyebrow. He had heard of women getting hot for sex, but he didn’t realize that they physically did. He moved his hands up and down her waist experimentally, noting how soft her skin appeared to be under her gown. He felt her shudder, and then another throb shot through him in response.

“Why are you shaking?” he asked her, his voice low.

She looked down at him and he saw her eyes had a bright sheen in them.

“It’s a combination of being close to you and feeling your hands on my body. They feel like they are pressing fire into my skin,” she said rather huskily. The Potions Master cocked his head and slid a hand around to her back, looking at her face intently as he did so. Her eyes seemed to glaze over and she shuddered again, this time gasping. Suddenly, Severus felt very powerful to make her respond like that. He began to move his hands up and down her back, feeling her tremble under his palms.

“Stop Severus,” she gasped. He did, a bit reluctantly. He felt he had some control of this situation.

“I’m going to kiss you now, Severus. Just try to relax. Don’t fight me,” Hermione said, her eyes half-lidded “Put your arms around me, lightly, not too tight.”

Severus obliged her. She really was quite small. Hermione leaned down and pressed her lips to his. They were very soft, and very active. She moved them against his mouth, capturing his lip and tugging on it gently. Severus found it was pleasant, and began to move his own lips against hers, and found it even more pleasant, her moist lips moving against his. Then Severus stiffened a moment. Hermione’s tongue was licking at his mouth. It was very sensuous, strange, alluring.

“Open your mouth,” she breathed against his lips. He did and felt her tongue invade it, swirling against his own tongue. She tasted like heat. She tasted as if she were starving. But the intimate contact felt good, and the swell in his loins was growing, and he was beginning to feel a tingling urgency as the witch continued to kiss him. His arms tightened around her, mashing her breasts into his chest. They were soft and firm. Suddenly a groan came from him, and he pulled back from her mouth, astonished.

“You couldn’t help it,” Hermione whispered.

Lowering herself, she straddled Severus’ lap and wrapped both arms around his neck, her nightgown hoisting up to her upper thighs as she swung her legs on either side of him. She kissed him again, and Severus pulled her tighter against him, feeling her breasts, belly and thighs pressed against him as she deepened the kiss. The urgency in his pants was spreading through his body as they kissed slowly, sliding their tongues across each other, Severus reveling in the heat of her mouth, the tangle of her tongue with his own. His erection swelled even larger and he heard Hermione suddenly gasp into his mouth, and pulled away.

“What is it?” he asked, surprised at the hoarseness of his voice.

“I can feel your erection pushing between my legs,” she said breathlessly. Severus looked down between them, noticing for the first time her naked thighs wrapped around him, and he pulsed again, and felt his cock pressed against her. Hermione looked into his eyes and ground herself against him, and he hissed.

“Shit,” he breathed, and he slipped his hands down to her ass and pulled her against him, rolling her against his bulge, hard. Damn it felt good. He looked at her, his eyes blazing.

Hermione smiled at him.

“See,” she gasped as he worked her against him, “I told you that it wasn’t so bad.” Severus looked down, watching her thighs writhing as he pulled her against him faster. He smelled something he had never smelled before. It was musky and pungent. It made his nostrils flare and his cock throb.

“Is that you?” he asked Hermione still pulling her against his cock.

“Yes. I’m afraid you’re going to have a very wet spot on your pants,” she half-groaned. “I’m not wearing any knickers and you’re stimulating me. I’m getting wetter every minute.”

“Wetter?” he asked.

She looked him in the eye.

“My pussy is lubricating itself, so you can enter me easier,” she said, her eyes rolling up for a moment.

Severus was curious, He unwrapped one of his arms from around her, slid his hand between their bodies and touched her pussy. Hermione bucked, her eyes widening. Severus merely looked at her, his hand still touching her.

“Severus, what are you doing?” Hermione gasped, writhing a little.

“I wanted to see how wet you were,” he said simply.

Gods it was like a bonfire between her legs. He moved his fingers and felt them sink deeper, and he touched something small and hard.

“Oh shit!” Hermione cried bucking against him. Instinctively he tightened his other arm, deciding he had found something interesting on the witch’s body. He touched the hard little point again, and Hermione almost leaped off his lap. She would have if he hadn’t been holding her tightly.

“What’s this?” he asked, mashing her clit gently and rubbing it.

Hermione practically stretched out as Severus unwittingly twiddled her clit

“That is the center of the fucking universe!” she hissed, bucking against his hand uncontrollably.

Severus stared at her. She had lost her mind, all because he was rubbing his fingers down there. He didn’t stop, but worked his fingers faster, curious to see what would happen to her as she bucked wildly on his lap, her scent going stronger, and crying out his name. His cock was straining against his pants now and he felt constricted, like he had to let it out, but not yet, not while Hermione was out of control like this.

The witch began to thrust her hips against his hand, cursing and groaning, her head flung back, her eyes glazed over, and perspiring. Severus was fascinated at seeing Hermione like this. This was nothing like the woman he knew, the woman he knew was gone. Suddenly Hermione tightened her arms around his neck so tight he felt strangled. Severus pulled back, never stopping the motion of his fingers. Hermione howled, startling him. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she started shuddering uncontrollably. Severus was afraid she was having some sort of seizure. Then she gushed over his hand, soaking it with hot juice from inside her. Severus gasped as she clung to him shuddering, burying her face into his neck, hotness pouring from her as if she sprung a leak. He ceased rubbing her, but kept his hand there. It felt like her entire pussy was pulsing, as she groaned against his throat.

Not knowing what else to do, Severus rubbed Hermione’s back, his hand still between her thighs, feeling her throb. This was astounding. He had no idea she would act like this. Like she had no mind. The idea that he had made the great Hermione Granger lose her mind was appealing. It showed him she didn’t have all the power in this situation after all. That she was giving something up too, something that was part of her in order to receive him. That made this a lot easier. He continued to rub her back until her shuddering and pulsing ceased. Then he drew his hand from between them and examined it. There was white cream all over it. Female come. Hermione’s ejaculation. He brought it to his nose and sniffed it. It smelled like a mixture of earth and musk. He tasted it, then looked at it again. It was sort of sweet. So this was what a woman tasted like. It wasn’t bad, not at all. He licked his fingers clean, and sighed

Hermione stirred slightly against him.

“Gods damn it, Severus,” she groaned against his neck, still shuddering slightly, “it wasn’t supposed to happen like this. You’re supposed to be listening to me.”

“I was listening, Hermione,” Severus replied to the witch, smirking a little, “That was the first time I’ve ever heard anyone hit an octave over high ‘C’.

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A/N: lololol. That's great! Even not knowing what he’s doing, Severus is something else. Please review.