Room of Requirement
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
26
Views:
3,544
Reviews:
54
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Er. Six?
“Fuck off, Malfoy, you inbred git.” She didn’t address her reason for being there, as she couldn’t think of a reasonable one.
“Language, mudblood. Snape will have all of your house points when he hears about this.”
“What is the reason for this little tete-a-tete?” Severus had appeared behind Malfoy and winked at Hermione.
“Granger, sir. She’s wandering the dungeons. I wonder what she’s up to.”
“Come, Miss Granger. I will deal with her from here, Mr. Malfoy, and ten points from Slytherin for late-night wanderings. Do get back to Slytherin house, or I’m afraid I’ll have to deduct more.” Draco sulked off, clearly annoyed that he hadn’t seen more punishment. Severus roughly grabbed Hermione’s arm, and when Malfoy was far enough away, he pushed her into his classroom.
“Well, well, well, Miss Granger. Wandering the hallways after hours. My, you’ve been a naughty young thing. Please come here.” He sat and patted his lap. She sat down, and stifled a smile. She tried to look as contrite as possible.
“Yes, sir... Professor... I’ve been very, very bad. I must confess... I’ve also had some very, very naughty thoughts...” she trailed off, draping herself over his knee, and began to utter some very naughty words.
“Oh, dear me, young lady,” he whispered, his stiff length pressing eagerly against her thigh. “I do believe some punishment is in order.” He lifted her skirt and raised his hand. To his utter delight, she wore no panties under her miniscule kilt. Dear Lord. His hand slapped her bare ass hard, and she cried out in shock and pleasure. He did it again and again, until she turned around, straddling him on his chair. She reached down, undid his zipper, and with a quick thrust, he was entirely inside her. They moaned. She pulled his pants down further, and rubbed herself against him, quickly and intensely bringing herself to orgasm. She tightened over his rigid length again, and during her third orgasm, he came fast and hard, emptying himself into her.
He grabbed her around the waist and lifted her gently off him. A strange look came over his face. He pulled up his pants and reached into the pocket, withdrawing a small, black box.
She was awestruck, and he seized this opportunity to begin the speech he’d been planning for days. “Hermione, I know we’ve only been together for a short time, and you still have to finish your education, but I’ve never felt this way in my entire life, and I really feel strongly about this, and I’m ready to go to Albus and Minerva if need be, but I really feel strongly, and I... just... Hermione, will you do you the honor of becoming my wife?”
“Yes, Severus, yes!”
“I love you, darling.” He opened the box and placed the large, ruby and platinum ring over her slender finger. It adjusted to fit her, glittering beautifully in the dim, flickering light.
“I love you, too.”
Over the next few days, they decided to wait until the following week to break the news to Albus and Minerva. Although not expressly forbidden, they were unsure of the exact reaction they would receive and needed to adjust to the idea themselves. If all went well, they could dance together at the Halloween Feast, and Hermione would finally be free to tell Harry and Ron, although this terrified her.
If it became necessary, Severus could leave his position. As a highly skilled Pos Mas Master, he was his talents were in strong demand. Besided, his family had enough money that Severus and Hermione would never want for anything even if they never worked another day in their lives.
The day before they planned to tell Albus, Severus asked Hermione to meet him in the Room of Requirement. Each visit had yielded many new things, abetting their romantic encounters. Severus stopped, reluctantly, to discipline some errant third-year Gryffindors, and arrived ten-minutes late for their tryst.
He swung open the door. Hermione lay sobbing just inside the doorway, hugging her knees. Severus knelt next to her, mystified as to what could be troubling his young fiancee.
“What is it, pet? It’s okay, shhh...” he stroked her hair lovingly, and eased her upwards. She stood, hugging him, and sobbed.
“L-l-look, Severus.” In his haste to comfort her, he hadn’t taken any notice what could possibly have caused such worry in Hermione. It was obvious.
“Language, mudblood. Snape will have all of your house points when he hears about this.”
“What is the reason for this little tete-a-tete?” Severus had appeared behind Malfoy and winked at Hermione.
“Granger, sir. She’s wandering the dungeons. I wonder what she’s up to.”
“Come, Miss Granger. I will deal with her from here, Mr. Malfoy, and ten points from Slytherin for late-night wanderings. Do get back to Slytherin house, or I’m afraid I’ll have to deduct more.” Draco sulked off, clearly annoyed that he hadn’t seen more punishment. Severus roughly grabbed Hermione’s arm, and when Malfoy was far enough away, he pushed her into his classroom.
“Well, well, well, Miss Granger. Wandering the hallways after hours. My, you’ve been a naughty young thing. Please come here.” He sat and patted his lap. She sat down, and stifled a smile. She tried to look as contrite as possible.
“Yes, sir... Professor... I’ve been very, very bad. I must confess... I’ve also had some very, very naughty thoughts...” she trailed off, draping herself over his knee, and began to utter some very naughty words.
“Oh, dear me, young lady,” he whispered, his stiff length pressing eagerly against her thigh. “I do believe some punishment is in order.” He lifted her skirt and raised his hand. To his utter delight, she wore no panties under her miniscule kilt. Dear Lord. His hand slapped her bare ass hard, and she cried out in shock and pleasure. He did it again and again, until she turned around, straddling him on his chair. She reached down, undid his zipper, and with a quick thrust, he was entirely inside her. They moaned. She pulled his pants down further, and rubbed herself against him, quickly and intensely bringing herself to orgasm. She tightened over his rigid length again, and during her third orgasm, he came fast and hard, emptying himself into her.
He grabbed her around the waist and lifted her gently off him. A strange look came over his face. He pulled up his pants and reached into the pocket, withdrawing a small, black box.
She was awestruck, and he seized this opportunity to begin the speech he’d been planning for days. “Hermione, I know we’ve only been together for a short time, and you still have to finish your education, but I’ve never felt this way in my entire life, and I really feel strongly about this, and I’m ready to go to Albus and Minerva if need be, but I really feel strongly, and I... just... Hermione, will you do you the honor of becoming my wife?”
“Yes, Severus, yes!”
“I love you, darling.” He opened the box and placed the large, ruby and platinum ring over her slender finger. It adjusted to fit her, glittering beautifully in the dim, flickering light.
“I love you, too.”
Over the next few days, they decided to wait until the following week to break the news to Albus and Minerva. Although not expressly forbidden, they were unsure of the exact reaction they would receive and needed to adjust to the idea themselves. If all went well, they could dance together at the Halloween Feast, and Hermione would finally be free to tell Harry and Ron, although this terrified her.
If it became necessary, Severus could leave his position. As a highly skilled Pos Mas Master, he was his talents were in strong demand. Besided, his family had enough money that Severus and Hermione would never want for anything even if they never worked another day in their lives.
The day before they planned to tell Albus, Severus asked Hermione to meet him in the Room of Requirement. Each visit had yielded many new things, abetting their romantic encounters. Severus stopped, reluctantly, to discipline some errant third-year Gryffindors, and arrived ten-minutes late for their tryst.
He swung open the door. Hermione lay sobbing just inside the doorway, hugging her knees. Severus knelt next to her, mystified as to what could be troubling his young fiancee.
“What is it, pet? It’s okay, shhh...” he stroked her hair lovingly, and eased her upwards. She stood, hugging him, and sobbed.
“L-l-look, Severus.” In his haste to comfort her, he hadn’t taken any notice what could possibly have caused such worry in Hermione. It was obvious.