A Sad and Happy Story
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Adult ++
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11
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3,621
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Chapter Five-Short Chapter
I think Lilies is next on the update list, for those of you who were reading it. I came to a bit of a dead place, but it looks like that’s over.
Oh, and check it out: some SoloM in this chapter. A short bit of smut to break up the monotony--I mean, plot.
Chapter Five
Hermione replayed the scant conversations between herself and her professor as she made her way back to Gryffindor tower. It was so out of character of him to be so… supportive. Upon reflection, Hermione supposed that no one really knew the real Severus Snape, he had been acting for so long. She had to wonder if he really knew himself. That charade had started when he was so young. It really was a tragedy. She felt for him, but she did not necessarily pity him.
He was a hero, whether or not he felt like one. Not only was Severus Snape a hero, he was shockingly humble and reserved. Well, many were shocked, Hermione and anyone else who listened to him was not surprised. He loathed publicity and fame in all its forms, with regard to any person.
Hermione remembered some saying about absolute something corrupting absolutely, she wasn’t positive but felt sure fame could easily be worked into that equation. Look what it had done to her friendships, after all.
In bed that night, Hermione resolved to make the most of any further time with her professor—she had a great respect for him and though she would never admit it aloud, she was loathe to leave the school and hoped sincerely it would not end her association with one of the best minds the world over. Even if he could be a bastard sometimes, like the tooth incident—but she was more panicked than upset over that—but he apparently came through when it really counted. How many men could that truly be said of? She didn’t know, but she suspected the numbers were depressingly low.
Severus reclined in his bed after what was a very productive evening feeling pretty good. There was, however, a certain tension in the back of his mind that left him ill at ease. It was a vaguely familiar buzzing in his head that he could not quite place.
Life had been so strange for so very long, he frequently felt unfamiliar with himself. He assumed that many others felt this way also. After all, what other than war had those of his generation and every one after ever known of life?
The buzzing in his head and the tightness in his chest had to be categorized. He had felt this way before, but not for a long time it seemed. The process of relearning oneself was sheer torture, so Severus did what he had become accustomed to; he listened to his mind and body until the answer presented itself.
Arousal. That was what he felt. His time with the Dark Lord and his Death Eaters had nearly quelled any sexual impulse for Severus. Those people were violent and disgusting and wrong. So repulsive were the sexual acts he had witnessed at gatherings, he had spent many a year with no sex life to speak of; indeed, remembering the reason for his celibacy was nearly enough to kill off his erection—but not quite. For a man in his situation, there was only one thing to do: create his own solution. He called to mind a favorite fantasy from a long time ago.
***
Severus merely looked up at her, unable to rally his senses enough to question her actions. Before he could even try, she leaned over him so that his cock rested between her breasts. Severus could not think of anything that could possibly be more sexy. Ever. Then her little hands guided his hands to her breasts and he pushed them together. The sensation was undeniably delicious. On his upstroke, she caught the head of his cock in her mouth.
“Yeah, oh yeah… that feels good… you like that?” she asked.
Severus’ strokes sped up. He was so caught up in playing with her breasts and pinching her nipples while sliding his cock back and forth, he nearly didn’t hear her.
“You want to come?”
Struggling to find his voice, Severus managed a weak, “Oh, gods, yes!”
Severus continued thrusting desperately between her breasts, grunting and whispering obscenities. She dipped her head and caught his cock in her mouth again, this time not letting it slide out. She kept a firm suction on the head of Severus’ cock while playing her tongue around it.
“Ahhh… fuck… more, yes!”
She had taken more of Severus’ cock in her mouth, moving so that though he lost contact with her breasts, he was not disappointed. She was taking quite a bit of his cock in her mouth and sucking intently. One hand reached for Severus’ balls, palming them and squeezing gently. Her tongue followed and she sucked each into her hot, wet mouth until he was about to release. She promptly let them go and blew lightly on them.
“Please,” Severus said softly, and she went back to sucking his cock, this time, with intent. One hand continued to caress his balls, while the other wandered around to his ass and thighs, raking her nails lightly across them. He growled in the back of his throat.
Severus was thrusting into her mouth in earnest, his pale face flushed, head dropped back and eyelids fluttering, alternately whispering and shouting praise at her technique.
“Now, oh, gods, now. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Yes, shit… oh, oh, oh gods… Yes!”
He released powerfully, panting until the flow came to a halt.
Big, brown eyes looked hazily up at him as his imagined lover licked her lips.
***
Those eyes had been green before, and the hair had been lighter, redder. Lily had always been the subject of his fantasies before. Who was this person intruding on his most private of moments?
Miss Granger, his student… the wrongness of it almost hit him as he was swept up in the tide of sweet unconsciousness.
Escape from his conscience was only temporary, however. At approximately four am, Severus’ reprieve was over. ‘You have a real problem, you sick old man,’ said the voice in his head. He quickly dismissed it as a trick of his mind. It’s not as if it mattered anyway; he wasn’t the kind to be involved in a perfectly sanctioned relationship, much less a taboo one. That was not for him. In his youth he had never had a real relationship, and his adulthood had not allowed for such activities. It was just not meant to be. His subconscious was playing a sick joke, but nothing would come of it. The rest of the early morning hours were a blur of tossing, turning, and unease. It was all worth it, however; today was the regular Gryffindor/Slytherin class. Let the games begin.
Oh, and check it out: some SoloM in this chapter. A short bit of smut to break up the monotony--I mean, plot.
Chapter Five
Hermione replayed the scant conversations between herself and her professor as she made her way back to Gryffindor tower. It was so out of character of him to be so… supportive. Upon reflection, Hermione supposed that no one really knew the real Severus Snape, he had been acting for so long. She had to wonder if he really knew himself. That charade had started when he was so young. It really was a tragedy. She felt for him, but she did not necessarily pity him.
He was a hero, whether or not he felt like one. Not only was Severus Snape a hero, he was shockingly humble and reserved. Well, many were shocked, Hermione and anyone else who listened to him was not surprised. He loathed publicity and fame in all its forms, with regard to any person.
Hermione remembered some saying about absolute something corrupting absolutely, she wasn’t positive but felt sure fame could easily be worked into that equation. Look what it had done to her friendships, after all.
In bed that night, Hermione resolved to make the most of any further time with her professor—she had a great respect for him and though she would never admit it aloud, she was loathe to leave the school and hoped sincerely it would not end her association with one of the best minds the world over. Even if he could be a bastard sometimes, like the tooth incident—but she was more panicked than upset over that—but he apparently came through when it really counted. How many men could that truly be said of? She didn’t know, but she suspected the numbers were depressingly low.
Severus reclined in his bed after what was a very productive evening feeling pretty good. There was, however, a certain tension in the back of his mind that left him ill at ease. It was a vaguely familiar buzzing in his head that he could not quite place.
Life had been so strange for so very long, he frequently felt unfamiliar with himself. He assumed that many others felt this way also. After all, what other than war had those of his generation and every one after ever known of life?
The buzzing in his head and the tightness in his chest had to be categorized. He had felt this way before, but not for a long time it seemed. The process of relearning oneself was sheer torture, so Severus did what he had become accustomed to; he listened to his mind and body until the answer presented itself.
Arousal. That was what he felt. His time with the Dark Lord and his Death Eaters had nearly quelled any sexual impulse for Severus. Those people were violent and disgusting and wrong. So repulsive were the sexual acts he had witnessed at gatherings, he had spent many a year with no sex life to speak of; indeed, remembering the reason for his celibacy was nearly enough to kill off his erection—but not quite. For a man in his situation, there was only one thing to do: create his own solution. He called to mind a favorite fantasy from a long time ago.
***
Severus merely looked up at her, unable to rally his senses enough to question her actions. Before he could even try, she leaned over him so that his cock rested between her breasts. Severus could not think of anything that could possibly be more sexy. Ever. Then her little hands guided his hands to her breasts and he pushed them together. The sensation was undeniably delicious. On his upstroke, she caught the head of his cock in her mouth.
“Yeah, oh yeah… that feels good… you like that?” she asked.
Severus’ strokes sped up. He was so caught up in playing with her breasts and pinching her nipples while sliding his cock back and forth, he nearly didn’t hear her.
“You want to come?”
Struggling to find his voice, Severus managed a weak, “Oh, gods, yes!”
Severus continued thrusting desperately between her breasts, grunting and whispering obscenities. She dipped her head and caught his cock in her mouth again, this time not letting it slide out. She kept a firm suction on the head of Severus’ cock while playing her tongue around it.
“Ahhh… fuck… more, yes!”
She had taken more of Severus’ cock in her mouth, moving so that though he lost contact with her breasts, he was not disappointed. She was taking quite a bit of his cock in her mouth and sucking intently. One hand reached for Severus’ balls, palming them and squeezing gently. Her tongue followed and she sucked each into her hot, wet mouth until he was about to release. She promptly let them go and blew lightly on them.
“Please,” Severus said softly, and she went back to sucking his cock, this time, with intent. One hand continued to caress his balls, while the other wandered around to his ass and thighs, raking her nails lightly across them. He growled in the back of his throat.
Severus was thrusting into her mouth in earnest, his pale face flushed, head dropped back and eyelids fluttering, alternately whispering and shouting praise at her technique.
“Now, oh, gods, now. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Yes, shit… oh, oh, oh gods… Yes!”
He released powerfully, panting until the flow came to a halt.
Big, brown eyes looked hazily up at him as his imagined lover licked her lips.
***
Those eyes had been green before, and the hair had been lighter, redder. Lily had always been the subject of his fantasies before. Who was this person intruding on his most private of moments?
Miss Granger, his student… the wrongness of it almost hit him as he was swept up in the tide of sweet unconsciousness.
Escape from his conscience was only temporary, however. At approximately four am, Severus’ reprieve was over. ‘You have a real problem, you sick old man,’ said the voice in his head. He quickly dismissed it as a trick of his mind. It’s not as if it mattered anyway; he wasn’t the kind to be involved in a perfectly sanctioned relationship, much less a taboo one. That was not for him. In his youth he had never had a real relationship, and his adulthood had not allowed for such activities. It was just not meant to be. His subconscious was playing a sick joke, but nothing would come of it. The rest of the early morning hours were a blur of tossing, turning, and unease. It was all worth it, however; today was the regular Gryffindor/Slytherin class. Let the games begin.