Giving and Taking

Snape looked at her. She was breathing heavily and her eyes were closed in lust. He wanted to fuck her but he couldn’t. He sighed. It was quite a scene, the two of them practically naked in the classroom. Ignoring this fact, he sighed again.

“Miss Granger, I can’t. I’ve done quite enough damage already. Please forgive me.”

And with nothing else said, he grabbed his clothing, put his head down and briskly walked out of the room.

Hermione stood back in shock. She was unable to say anything and suddenly felt very embarrassed. The dungeons got very chilly again. She pulled up her panties and shivered at how wet they were, from only minutes ago. She picked up her blouse and bra from the floor and put them on slowly. Cautiously, she put her hand up to her hair. It was a disaster. Pulling her elastic off her arm, she quickly fixed it into a messy bun. She walked towards the door, looked outside to make sure there was nobody outside and ran back to her room. The hour was late, but neither Hermione nor Snape could sleep.

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Snape was lying in bed, with his eyes steadily focused on the ceiling. He hadn’t bothered getting dressed as he collapsed into bed. Absentmindedly, he ran his hand through his hair and then pulled his hand back to examine it. He thought,

“Honestly Severus, with this hand, do you have any idea what you did? She’s so young and innocent. You let your perverted fantasies take the better of you. You weren’t careful; honestly you could have been fired for this blunder!”

Then another voice came into his head, adding raunchily, “But she is a nice piece of ass. For such a tiny girl, she’s big in all the right places. And she did want you. It was pretty obvious to see”

His conscience came back, “Dammit, just stop it! You’re weak. She beautiful and intelligent, and you messed it all up because you couldn’t keep it in your pants, Severus!’

And with another loud sigh, he flipped over so he was facedown in his pillow. Frustrated, he groaned loudly. He couldn’t sleep for the rest of the night. The battle between his two selves continued with no rest. He lay awake with that one question, “What Hermione did he really want the most?”

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Hermione unknowingly found herself in the same tormented position that Snape was in. Luckily for her, nobody was still awake when she came back to the dorm room at midnight. She took off her soiled clothes and furtively stowed them under her bed. Reaching into her dresser, she took out a large shirt and put it on. Covering her face with her hands, she fell onto her bed, exhausted but not really tired. A torrent of inner dialogue flew into her head.

“Jeez, Hermione! What happened to you? You were in detention and you seduced your professor? And not just any professor, but the one who made your life a living hell for over six years? What’s wrong with you? And that dirty talk? Calling yourself a whore, and using the “f” word? You’re a slut, just like you said you were! This isn’t you, Hermione. This isn’t you at all. It’s your fault. You took advantage of a man who wanted to do nothing but help you!”

A devilish voice came in, “But he wanted to, didn’t he? He didn’t exactly say resist…and the size of that cock…and that tongue…you’ve wanted this for some time now…”

“Shut the fuck up!” Hermione swore out loud, and somebody stirred in a nearby bed. Disgusted, frustrated and probably hornier then ever, Hermione tried in vain to sleep.

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The next morning, Hermione dragged herself out of bed. She was incredibly groggy but had a plan. She intended to tell Professor Snape that she was sorry about her behavior and beg for a chance to put the past behind them. She felt nervous but resolute. She got dressed, and taking a deep breath, prepared herself to meet Ron and Harry to walk to the Great Hall for breakfast. Ron and Harry ran up to her and flooded her with a slew of questions.

“So, Hermione,” Ron asked, “what did Snape ask you to do? Clean some cauldrons? Write lines…blimey bastard, detention with him is horrible!”

“Actually Ron, I umm corrected some essays for a while.” Hermione said hesitatingly.

Harry piped in, “Oi, Hermione, how long were you there for? Did he keep you on the desk all night?”

Hermione started to blush violently and had a miniature coughing fit. “It was nothing ::cough:: like that! Sorry, this dust is terribly bad for my allergies. I’m ::cough:: fine!”

“Geez,” Ron added, “You seem so wound up and tired. You’d think Snape kept you late or something because he liked to mess around with you” Hermione felt her throat constrict and coughed again.

“Yeah, Ron’s onto something!” Harry said, “I bet that Snape worked you real hard”
Hermione could barely breathe at this point. She was praying that her friends had no idea about the double meaning that their statements had. Almost at the Great Hall, Ron said,

“Well, whatever Hermione. I’m sure you showed him who was boss. You’re brave enough. There’s only so long a man like Snape can be on top. So long as you didn’t get down on your knees and grovel, I’ll respect ya. So, Harry, how about the team? Think all your practice is going to pay off in the big game this weekend?”

Hermione wanted to die. She felt her heart stop with embarrassment. “On your knees, he said!” she thought, “Snape being on top! Thank goodness for the blissful oblivion of my friends!” And still feeling jumpy but a bit reassured, Hermione followed her friends into the Great Hall and sat down silently. She began filling up her plate with vigor, trying hard not to look up at the staff table.

On the other side of the Great Hall, Snape with facing a similar predicament. He didn’t want to look across and see Hermione. He ate with his head down to appear as inconspicuous as possible.
McGonagall saw him and went up to talk. At the sight of someone coming to intrude his private anguish, Snape swore under his breath. “Ah, Severus, just the man I wanted to have a chat with. I heard you gave Miss Hermione Granger a detention last night. Not too rough with her, I hope.”

“Ahh…” Snape said uncomfortably. McGonagall ignored this and continued.

“Well, although you may feel that Miss Granger does merit some sort of punishment, let me remind you that she is incredibly stressed from school. The pressure that girl puts on herself is intense, so be gentle. She may have talked back but perhaps she needed that as a rlease. While I don’t condone insubordination, just be easy on her. Don’t break her.” Snape sighed and wished the awkwardness would just disappear.

“Yes Minerva. I promise I’ll be more considerate, although I’m not surprised with this sort of behavior from a Gryfindor.”

Bravely, he looked up from the table. He noticed Hermione performing almost the same exact behavior as he had engaged in: forced inconspicuousness. He felt depressed.
“Is this what I’ve driven her too” he thought. Is this what I’ve made a stellar academic become? A broken whore?” Feeling sorrier for her than himself, Severus excused himself from the table. Hermione looked up a few seconds later to the now vacant seat. She felt unexplainably sad.

Luckily for both Hermione and Snape, their paths did not cross at all during the day. The Gryffindors did not have Potions today so that interaction was spared. Hermione spend most of her day distracted and her teachers noticed the absence of participation and endless stream of questions. While the respite was welcome to some, it did cause an air of unease to flow amongst the professors and the students.

“Hermione,” Harry asked on their way to dinner, “What’s been with you today? You’ve been quiet all day, not saying a thing in class or out of it. Then you skip lunch, claiming you’re not hungry…”

“Yeah, Harry, about that, I’m not hungry for dinner” Hermione just turned around and walked the opposite way, leaving a very confused Harry.

“Girls” he said aloud, “Must be her time of the month or something.” And without paying it any more attention, he walked into the hall to find Ron.

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Snape also had the similar idea of skipping out on dinner. He wandered back to his classroom with the pretense of catching up on some grading and maybe some reading. He just wanted to relax. Everything he saw and heard that day reminded him of his activities of last night. Snape took off his coat, and untucked the shirt under it. He unbuttoned the top two buttons and immediately felt a bit better. He wasn’t as constricted as before. He rolled his sleeves up his strong forearms and went to the shelves to pick out a book. Finding a text he hadn’t read in a while, Snape sat down heavily at his desk and began to read. He was so engrossed that he didn’t hear a faint knock on the door. Looking down at his watch, he noticed it was almost 8:00.

“Come in” he said distractedly, not looking up from his book.

Hermione entered the room, with a determined look on her face. She knew what she was going to say, but unfortunately she forgot when Snape looked up. He too was caught off guard. They both just stared at each other for a couple of seconds, neither of them ready to speak first.

Hermione tried first, “Professor, I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have…” Then Snape, standing up, cut her off with, “It’s not your fault Miss Granger, I should have…”

And then they were both silent again, staring into the other’s eyes again. Suddenly, with no warning, Snape found himself kissing Hermione. He had no idea what initiated it. It might have been him or it might have been her. Either way it wasn’t clear but it seemed some magnetic force had done it. It just felt so right. His tongue felt its way into her mouth and she willingly permitted its entrance. It brazenly wrestled her tongue and he felt himself longing to explore her. Hermione pushed herself closer to him and wrapped her arms around him, deepening the kiss. Snape laced his hands under her legs and hoisted her up so that she was straddling him. Without breaking the kiss, he fumbled with his belt and pulled it off. Then, with a bit of effort, he wrenched down his pants and they fell to the floor. Hermione gasped as she felt his hard erection press into her. She found herself kissing him harder as she grew hotter and wetter. Snape broke the kiss and started to kiss her neck roughly as one hand went up her skirt and jerked off her soaking underwear. They were still completely silent, the only sounds were their labored breaths of passion. Hermione wrapped her legs even tighter and practically shook in anticipation. Snape quickly removed his boxers. In one motion, he plunged himself deep inside her. Hermione struggled for breath, she wasn’t expecting it to be so quick or painful and she shut her eyes. He continued to drive himself, each time getting just a bit faster. She was so tight but he didn’t think of it as a mark of her virginity. It just felt so incredible that he couldn’t think at all. He loved the tight embrace of her legs and softness of her full chest against his broad one. He bit her hard on the smooth neck as he thrust and left a mark. Hermione again gasped in surprise. The pain was incredibly arousing. With each thrust, she felt lust encompass her in a sinfully delighting blanket. The burning and the heat were almost unbearable and she prayed for release. She wrapped her legs around him tighter, and he pushed her against the wall as his thrusting got quicker. She was panting, her internal fire moving up several notches. He was pushing deeper and harder, and by the way her nails dug into his back, he knew that this was what she wanted. The closeness of her body on his was intoxicating. Neither of them thought but just felt the other. Hermione’s eyes were still closed as she clung onto him, so very close to orgasm at this point as her wetness dripped down onto him. Snape knew how near she was to coming and with one very forceful thrust into her, she came and softly screamed into his chest. With one more push, he came too, and he bit down on her neck again to avoid being loud. The silence of the room was mystifying. Both of them still didn’t know what initial force drove them together. Hermione opened her light brown eyes and looked straight into his dark ones. With this unspoken gesture, they both knew they were powerless to the force they couldn’t control.


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sorry for the delay but i wasn't quite sure how i wanted this chapter to go. let me know what you think, i love the feedback